#i need to remember how eddie and venom's relationship is

[nyxypoo]

venom endo

[wikiangela]

when I say I love your mind (I wanna steal your heart)

huge thank you to @evansboyfriend and @beefcakekinard for alllll the help, you're the best <3

prompt: Halloween - couples costumes rated: G tags: fluff, established relationship word count: 1.8k

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“So maybe vampires? Classic.” Buck suggests, hoping they’ll finally settle on something. But one look at Tommy’s face tells him it’s another no. 

“I don’t know. It’s kinda basic.” His boyfriend says, and, okay, Buck can see that. 

“Yeah, okay.” Buck hums, taking a second to come up with something else, as he and Tommy walk through the park, taking the long way to Tommy’s car. It’s a late evening, the moon illuminating their path, Tommy’s hand warm in his. They’re just finishing up date night, and at the end of their dinner the subject of Halloween was brought up – which is what they’ve been on for the last fifteen minutes. “So I guess ghosts or zombies or, I don’t know, clowns or pirates are also a no?”

“Uh, they might be a maybe?” Tommy shrugs, but clearly he’s not very into it. 

“What about superheroes? Ooh, you could be Superman. You kinda look like him anyway.” He says, bringing their clasped hands to kiss Tommy’s knuckles. “My own personal hero.” He whispers, and Tommy laughs. Buck’s sure if it wasn’t dark, he’d see a faint blush in his cheeks.

“And what would that make you, Wonder Woman?” There’s a skeptical but amused tone in his voice. 

“Maybe.” He shrugs and Tommy doesn’t even need to say anything for Buck to know he’s not a fan. “Okay, so Batman and Robin.”

“Hm, that’s one to think about.” Tommy responds. Buck takes that as a win, but they could do something more fun.

“Luke and Leia.” He says just because maybe Star Wars will be something to agree on – though, on the other hand, that might just spiral into another disagreement they’ve had before about those movies in general, so maybe better to leave it alone. Buck loves Tommy so much, but his Star Wars opinions are… not good. He can look past that, though. No one can be perfect.

“They’re siblings. We’re not doing a sibling couples’ costume, Evan.” He says decisively, shaking his head. Bossy, for someone who can’t decide on a costume. Buck rolls his eyes, kinda fond but kinda annoyed.

“So Leia and Han Solo. Oh, or Han and Luke? To put a bit of a spin on it?”

“Uh-” Tommy makes a face – to his credit, he does try to hide it – and Buck sighs in frustration. He doesn’t even want to hear the reason for the no. He pauses, trying to think of something else, the silence always pleasant between them. Whether they talk for hours, or are silent together, in Tommy’s company every second is the most comfortable and enjoyable. Buck just feels like he can be fully himself, and lean into his silliest side. 

“We could be Venom and Eddie Brock.” He says, mostly joking, the image that popped into his head so ridiculous he laughs.

“Hm. And how would that work, exactly? One of us in regular clothes and the other in costume as Venom?”

“Yeah. You as Eddie, and I dressed in all black, on your back.” He gives Tommy a shit-eating grin when he glances at him disbelievingly. “You know, like when Venom pops out of Eddie’s back?”

“And, what, I’d carry you on my back the whole night?” He laughs, but Buck just nods. “Sweetheart, I’m strong, but I’m not that strong. Best I could do is a few minutes.” He sounds almost apologetic, and Buck needs to kiss him about it, so he presses a quick kiss to his lips, stopping them briefly.

“I know, I’m kidding.” He whispers, resuming walking. “Would be cool, though.”

“It would.” Tommy admits. Silence falls over them again, as the gears in Buck’s brain keep turning, going through every movie he can remember ever seeing, or any fun and cool couples they could realistically dress up as.

“Beauty and the Beast? I could do a yellow suit. And you can be my Beast.” Buck leans closer to Tommy, his chin brushing Tommy’s shoulder as they walk, almost at the car now. He whispers, “You already are.”

“That’s a leap from Venom.” A laugh escapes Tommy. “I don’t know. It’d be cute, but I thought you wanted scary.”

“True. We could make it scary.” He says, but then another idea pops into his head. “Oh, how about the Addams family? You know, to keep the spooky vibe.” Buck bumps his shoulder into Tommy’s.

“Well, I do love the Addams family.” Tommy nods. “Who exactly, though?”

“The best couple ever, of course. Morticia and Gomez.” He says, and watches Tommy’s face for his reaction. “And you hate it.” He sighs, and rolls his eyes, starting to get a tiny bit annoyed. It’s like the fiftieth costume he suggested, Tommy has to like something.

“No, I love it, really, but, you know, if we’re doing a couple, maybe it could be a gay couple instead?” Tommy suggests, pulling Buck a little closer to him. Well, that was the idea at first, before Buck spiraled where he is now, because someone kept shutting down his ideas. At least now he gets why some of those were a no from Tommy, because Buck thinks some were really fun.

“Yeah, sure. If we could agree on any.” He shoots Tommy a pointed look.

“Okay, any other ideas?” Tommy asks, a hint of fond amusement on his face. It’s not funny, though, they need to figure it out quickly, Halloween is right around the corner.

“Salt and pepper shakers.” He throws out. “Or ketchup and mustard.”

“Are you serious?” Tommy raises his eyebrow, giving him his signature ‘Evan’ look, version exasperated. Buck just shrugs, trying to hide a smile, the thought of his boyfriend having specific smiles and looks reserved for him making his heart swell.

“I’m running out of ideas, Tommy. Oh!” He exclaims, a new random idea popping into his head. “Tom and Jerry! Get it?” He grins, looks at his boyfriend expectantly, and sees a tired but very fond and amused smile. “Tom-my.” He drags out the first syllable, just to get his point across.

“Yeah, baby, I get it. You’re adorable, but no.” He says, and then chuckles when Buck pouts. 

“How about the emotions from Inside Out?” He grumbles, the movie popping into his head randomly – probably because he and Tommy watched it with Jee on their latest babysitting duty. They did a whole Pixar marathon. “You can be boredom.”

“Oh, really?” Tommy gives him one of his looks, and, damn, Buck almost melts under his gaze, even when he’s annoyed with him. He loves him so fucking much. “You calling me boring?” He tugs at Buck’s hand, stopping them and bringing him closer, so they’re face to face, his hands settling on Buck’s hips, Buck’s landing on his huge arms, now covered by a jacket. There’s an amused smirk on Tommy’s face. “I thought I was cool?”

“Nah, you’re not. You hide it well, but I know now that you’re just a huge dork. And very, very boring.” Buck teases, trying and failing to say it with a straight face, a smile breaking through. “And I love you anyway.”

“I love you, too, Evan.” Tommy says, his smile forming into that fond, loving ‘Evan’ smile that Buck can never resist kissing off. So he does. He kisses Tommy once, twice, the kisses soft and chaste, both smiling into each other’s lips. He’s about to go in for a third, intending on deepening it, but Tommy pulls away, face a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Buck frowns, not wanting or needing any apologies, genuinely wondering if he missed anything.

“For being such a pain about this whole costume thing.” Tommy explains, and Buck wants to laugh. Yeah, okay, he was a little annoyed, but it’s just a little teasing, bickering, about Halloween costumes of all things. He can take the most ridiculous things seriously, but this? Nothing to get overly upset about. He’s about to say all that, but then Tommy continues, “I don’t know, maybe Halloween is just not my thing. I’ve never really been too into it.” He shrugs, a flicker of something wistful crossing his face, but it’s gone too quickly to decipher. “But it matters to you, and I love you, and I want you to be happy. So, I’m done being a party pooper, let’s do a costume. Next idea, no complaints, I promise. Whatever you want.” He says so sincerely, but there’s a hint of a ‘I hope I’m not gonna regret this’ in his eyes. Buck grins, a random, brand new idea showing up.

“Woody and Buzz? From Toy Story.” he clarifies, as if that wasn’t obvious – and clearly it was, from the look he gets. “What? You said gay couple.”

“I don’t think they were. And I thought you wanted scary- but fine, okay.” Tommy sighs, that fond look back on his face. “I said whatever you want. You wanna be the cowboy or the astronaut?”

“Hm.” Buck takes a second to think – and realizes that, actually, there’s an even better, easier idea. “Or we could just be cowboys.” He shrugs, and then he can feel his eyes go wide as the full picture pops into place. 

“Zombie cowboys.” He says, at the same time as Tommy, though Tommy’s sounds more like a question.

“You know me so well.” Buck beams, leaning in for another kiss. “Let’s be scary cowboy zombies. See, was that so hard?”

“You’re the one with a thousand ideas for a second. I didn’t even say no to everything at first, you just went through so many it was hard to keep up. I’m pretty sure you said cowboy back at the restaurant, too, and I didn’t even get a chance to say anything.” Tommy points out, pulling away from Buck, grabbing his hand again and starting to walk, his truck already visible in the distance.

“Not my fault my brain works like that.” Buck says mock-defensively. 

“I know, honey, I love your wonderful brain.” Tommy smiles, lets go of Buck’s hand to wrap his arm around his waist, presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “And I love you, my silly zombie cowboy.”

“Halloween is gonna be so much fun.” Buck is smiling widely, excited like a kid for his first Christmas – or, his first Halloween, more like. It’s seemingly no big deal, but also it’s his first Halloween with Tommy, and he’s excited – he’s excited for all the firsts with Tommy. He can’t wait to do everything and anything with him. “Are you gonna come by the station?”

“Of course, if I can. Gotta see how scary you’re gonna make it.”

“Wanna bet I can scare you?” He asks, just as they near the car.

“In the haunted house for children?” Tommy raises his eyebrows. “Sure, you can try. What are we betting on?”

“I have a few ideas.” Buck grins wickedly, crowding Tommy against the car.

“Oh, really? Well, I’m all ears.” Tommy grins, his arms wrapping around Buck’s neck, pulling him closer. Buck smiles into Tommy’s lips, kissing him, quick but lingering.

“Well, why don’t we go home and I can show you what I have in mind?”

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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: PINING, LOTS OF IT. Sexual tension, drinking, drinking game, sexual talk

wc: 8.2K

A/N: i can't apologize enough for taking so long. So much happened last month, and I realized I am not capable of having two jobs.

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CHAPTER 15

“So? You and Nance? Are you guys official or?”

You took a bite out of your sandwich, as you and Robin sat in your office’s cafeteria. All your coworkers were chatting away, laughing, some stressed while still making phone calls, but those were departments you would never think of doing yourself in your life. Sales. Recruiting. You’re glad you have the editor job because the work pressure is not huge, but it is very important and has to be done perfectly.

“I mean it’s been, what, a month? I still think it’s too soon…” Robin sighed as she took a bite out of her pasta. You gulped your food down, taking a long sip of your diet coke, looking at your best friend who had a sad look on her face.

“But you guys are exclusive to each other already.” You commented because that’s what she had indeed told you two weeks ago. She told you that Nance and her, established that they are only hooking up with each other, no one else. 

“Yeah I know, but we’re just having sex, and it’s fun!” You could see the forced smile on your friend’s face and you giggled as she sighed in defeat, slumping back down on her seat.

“Yeah, but you don’t want just the fun Robs. What are you afraid of?” And Robin kept her gaze on her plate, twirling the pasta on the plastic below, not lifting it up to take a bite. You knew why she was scared, she didn’t really need to tell you.

“It started like that with Vickie. What if it happens again? What if I… misinterpret things?  Again?” You sighed at that, reaching out to hold her hand in yours in a reassuring manner.

“I can tell that you are not Robs… Nance gets all giggly when you kiss her cheek… I think she is waiting for you to make the move.” At your words, Robin just squeezed your hand with a small smile on her face. “It will be okay, I promise.”

“If I end up heartbroken, I’m coming for your ass.” You laughed as you let go of her hand, resting back in your chair. 

“You won’t. And you have to remember, Eddie’s best friend’s with Nancy and–”

“And you talk to him almost every fucking day now, and so you have information.”

You frowned at that with a pout on your lip. Robin wasn’t saying that with venom. She was saying it to tease you really. She found it amusing how quickly you and Eddie turned your relationship from hate to almost an unbreakable friendship. 

“I– We don’t talk every day.” And as if on cue, your phone vibrated, a small ting sound informing you that you had been sent something and Robin only rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “It might be someone else.”

“Really? Open it.”

You winced at your best friend’s order. You knew it was him. You knew he was probably sending you an update on his employee Gareth and how he is freaking out because he thinks Jeff is flirting with him… when it’s all a made-up joke between Eddie and Jeff.

You told him many times to quit it, that Gareth would end up scarred because of it, but Eddie dismissed it because he pranked him once as well, never telling you with what. You assumed Eddie just made a fool out of himself, that’s why he promised to never say a word to you about that.

You slowly raised your phone and unblocked to see Eddie’s message pop up. You took a deep breath in, showing the screen to Robin, only for her to scoff and roll her eyes. You looked back at the screen and it was a message from him reminding you that he has to take a look at the oil tank of your car.

“It’s just about my car.” You excused yourself with that, even though you knew that you two don’t talk just about that. Yesterday he told you that his uncle managed to get up from bed after many days of being unable to do so. The other day you told him about a great orange deal you found around the corner of your apartment building.

But it’s just trivial stuff. They’re just friendly things… but you linger on his Instagram stories.

The ones where he takes in front of the mirror, the ones where he is showing something in his car shop, maybe a wrench, and you can see the inked forearm and hand, veins popping out. And you especially linger on those shirtless selfies he takes in his mirror or when he wears his overalls at his shop with Gareth and Jeff, the top never buttoned, his inked chest at full display.

He is handsome, that’s all there is to it. Your friend is handsome, and he probably takes those pictures to get women to like them so he can have the opportunity to message them and take them out. It’s just that. You have taken a few yourself to try to do the same with all hookups, and you met with Lara again, as well as Jeremy. 

You weren’t really into it. You noticed it since you broke up with Henry and divorced him, that something kind of changed. You felt pleasure, you certainly did… but you never felt complete. It was something you could hardly explain, but you shrugged it off as a weird feeling and that’s it. You loved sex with Billy, but it was because you liked Billy mostly. 

Physically? You were never full.

“Right, whatever. So, today Friday, still on to go to Eddie’s?” Robin said as she took a bite out of her pasta and you nodded at that, replying back to Eddie that you can take the car on Monday for the check-up. It would be the first time you would see Eddie’s home. He told you he lives right above the shop, and it’s kind of like a loft.

His shop is wide, so you can guess just how big it is. But you can sort of imagine how it looks, and it filled you with some kind of excitement that was weird to explain. Maybe you just wanted to know more about your friend; knowing his house was the next step.

“Yeah, is everyone else going too?” You put the phone down and wiggled your eyebrows at your best friend. She bit her bottom lip with a smile on her face and shook her head.

“Yes, Nance is also going.” You giggled at her face becoming red and you looked up to see the TV above, a commercial popping up that made your smile drop completely. Robin frowned and turned around to look at what you were seeing.

Billy Hargrove announcing a GUCCI perfume.

“Guess he got signed to another publicity company.” You murmured and looked back down. In all honesty, you had moved on from Billy and your friends helped a lot with that. They took you out and the hookups you had also made everything go a little bit smoother, and it’s not like you forgot and were done with… the strong feeling of love never got to build.

Your dislike for him only grew when he was interviewed about betas, same-sex marriage, and adoption, and he said he was all for it, with a smile on his face. It made you mad, it made you feel disgusted that you had a relationship with someone like that. That also helped to destroy that yearning you still had for him, it immediately disappeared just like magic.

“Not our problem anymore, nor yours.” And you knew Robin was trying to cheer you up, but because if Billy’s real personality came out into the light, your company would be targeted, you would all have to make a statement that as soon as you found out his ideals, you dropped him and the contract.

“I know… Okay, what do I have to bring today?”

You didn’t dress much, just some black pants, a white blouse, a little flowy, hem tucked in your pants, you arrived at Eddie’s shop with Robin and Steve, you being the designated driver of the night if it decides to head into a drunken one. 

“The stairs are on the back.” Steve said and guided you both around the shop, your coat keeping you warm in the cold night as Robin rambled about the game she brought for the night. She has been here before, you being the only one in the group to actually see his place for the very first time.

Steve walked up the stairs, which was one flight and you could see the window of his office, and then up another flight of stairs, the metal clinking under your boots at each step you took, and Steve entered a small entryway, very small, like a cove, his feet standing over a mat. 

You blinked in awe at how big his fucking home is. You always thought that this was kind of like a warehouse attic, but no. It had always been his home. Windows were all around and you are just now realizing all the warm lights that lit the inside. Steve knocked on the door and you gripped the beer pack in your hands. You heard murmuring on the other side and then loud boots echoing as they approached the door.

The door swung open to reveal Eddie, burgundy t-shirt on, almost tight to the body, inked arms on display, as well as tattoos that littered around his neck. His hair was in a low bun, stubble on his chin, and you kind of felt your breath hitch in your throat. You were looking at him over Steve’s shoulder, and Eddie’s eyes landed on yours, and for a second you felt a shiver run down your spine, something that has been happening a lot recently… more than you liked.

“Welcome to my coven.” And just like that he moved to the side to let you all in, the warmth of his place invading the three of you, a sigh of relief coming out of each of your lips and you already wanted to take your coat off. You looked around and… it was certainly an industrial loft like you see in those New York movies. Brick walls, the kitchen on a corner, a wide living room, a black leather couch with a coffee table in the middle, and a wider 55” TV in front. 

You also spotted a lot of 80’s rock posters that were put into frames, making them more stylish. An electric guitar next to the TV was standing there, an amp right next to it. You spotted a library as well, and you will snoop into it later just like he did back at your own place. Then you saw the door that was a bit opened, and it was a very nice full bathroom.

And on the other side, you saw some stairs leading up to another part of the home, and you could guess his bedroom was up there. He lived in a better place than you, and… his style was impeccable, so of course that was the first thing you blurted out. 

“Holy shit, I really thought this would be a mess knowing you.” And you now noticed thanks to their laughter that Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle were all sitting on the couch and on top of the wide black fluffy rug below, their drinks sitting on the coffee table that’s in the middle.

“Yeah well, it was. Everything was so mismatched.” Nancy replied and then Steve snorted behind you as he walked towards the kitchen to put the snacks on the island counter and you followed to place the six-pack on the black marble.

“I helped too… This guy has no taste in interior design.” He said and you laughed loudly at that, nodding.

“Now, that makes so much more sense.” “You all fuckers know I’m here, right?” You heard Eddie right behind you, a shiver all over your nape at how low the voice sounded to your ears. Was it always that low? You giggled to hide the nerves and the knots appearing in your stomach, taking your coat off and turning around to face him, handing the fabric to him.

“Oh, I do know. What of it?” And Eddie rolled his eyes at you, snatching the coat off your hand to then turn and see Robin and Steve handing theirs to him with smirks on their face. “You know where to put them.” He said it with anger, yet he grabbed their jackets and went to hang them on his coat rack. You ripped your eyes away from his waist, which caught your attention by the movement and the jingle of his metal belt. You turned to start opening up your six-pack, taking the coronas out, grabbing one for yourself, only for it to be snatched by a ringed and tattooed hand.

“Hey!” You were about to turn your head only for lips to slam against your cheek. Your body heated up by a hundred, to a temperature you haven’t felt in a while. You looked to your side and Eddie was intensely looking at you, and your heart skipped a beat. A cheshire grin spread on his face as he straightened up again, opening the beer for himself.

“Thanks, Peach.” And just like that, Eddie walked away and towards the couch. You turned your head to look at Steve and Robin who were chatting away, putting snacks in bowls, not even noticing what had just happened. 

Your heart was beating strongly, that much you knew, but Eddie was just a touchy person. You two are friends, that’s all you are. You sighed and grabbed another Corona, popping it open, before walking towards the circle of friends, sitting down on the rug next to Argyle, who had a goofy smile on his face as he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“So, how is my brochacha doing?” You smiled at your sweet friend, pressing a hand on his shoulder.

“I am doing good. How about you, my long-haired adonis?” 

“Hey!” You turned your head to see Eddie with a frown on his face and his hands up. You rolled your eyes at him, ran a hand through Argyle’s hair, and showed the ends to the other long-haired man in the room.

“This? Is taking care of the hair. You on the other hand have a rat’s nest.” And at your words, everyone almost spat anything that they were drinking, except for Eddie who simply squinted at you with fiery eyes. 

“I have curly hair, not silky one.” And Argyle threw his hair over his shoulder in a diva manner.

“I am the long-haired Adonis. Deal with it.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his friend but still chuckled loudly as he took a sip of his drink. Steve and Robin soon joined in, Robin sitting on a bean bag chair while Steve sat next to Jonathan, giving his boyfriend a smooch on the cheek in greeting. Your lip twitched upwards at the sight and then your eyes went towards Robin who was smiling while looking at Nancy who was blushing behind her glass.

That leaves three single people in the room. And to think you weren’t one of those a month ago, and now you are glad you are not anymore. Not with the wrong person. You took a long sip of your beer as your heart clouded, mind reeling in memories that do no good. Not now. 

A pair of brown eyes were looking at you and he straightened up, clearing his throat in a loud manner to make everyone, including you, look at him. Eddie looked at Robin, pointing at her.

“You said you bought a new drinking game.” He suddenly spat and Robin squealed, and she groaned when she realized she left her purse on the kitchen counter, getting ready to push herself up, but Nancy straightened up and stood up from the couch.

“I’ll get it!” She said contently and walked to the kitchen island to fetch Robin’s purse and you noticed how fondly your best friend was looking at the bright-eyed girl as she approached the group again and handed the purse to Robin.

“Thank you, baby.” And everyone in the room stilled. Nancy grew red, and Robin became mars. They were both stuttering and shit. You looked at Eddie who also looked at you with the same alarmed look on his face and you knew that he knew the situation of their relationship. 

You took a quick sip of your beer and then you pretended to choke, coughing uncontrollably and aggressively, making everyone turn their heads to look at you. Argyle perked up and started patting your back with a little bit of force to try to help you cough it all out.

“You okay my friend?” He asked and you nodded, clearing your throat and doing a few more little coughs for good measure. 

“Yep, yeah, it just– went through the wrong pipe.” You cleared your throat and Eddie was already putting on music on his phone and towards the speaker. Soon enough, Bad Bunny filled the room and you frowned at the choice and looked at Eddie who was red with embarrassment. 

“Since when do you listen to… latin music?” Jonathan spoke this time and Eddie stuttered for a bit, a snort threatening to leave your nose and mouth. You had to stay strong, you had to hold it in.

“I uh… I am trying to expand– my music taste.” 

And your snort was what did it. Everyone just started cracking up at the whole chaotic situation. Nancy was still blushing though giggles escaped her lips as she sat back down next to Eddie. Robin shot you an appreciative look through her laughter and you saw Nancy bumping Eddie’s shoulder with hers.

“Okay, okay… shut up!” Robin finally yelled and she took a deck of cards from her purse. “Here is my new game. It’s called ‘Everyone drinks’ and it’s just, grab a card and do what it says in there. Simple.” 

“Really? That simple?” Steve asked skeptically and Robin nodded with a mischievous look on her face as she opened the deck and placed it in the middle of the table.

“You start Dingus.” She said with a triumphant look on her face and Steve rolled his eyes and leaned to grab a card and read it. His eyes widened and he looked at Robin and then at the card again. 

“Yeah, no. I’m not doing this–”

“Read it out loud babe. What is it?” Steve gulped as he looked at Jonathan and then back down at the card.

“Using your mouth, put a condom on a person’s thumb. Not doing so equals… Six sips of your drink.”

You all started laughing at the dare and soon came to realize that… if you do not complete the dare, you have a punishment. Oh… this was going to be bad. Jonathan was belly laughing real loud as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Seriously Stevie? Are you telling me you’re embarrassed to do that when you do it to–” 

“NOBODY needs to know that.” And Steve grabbed his solo cup and started taking the sips mentioned, making everyone giggle and laugh at the situation. Robin sniffled and wiped the tears that slipped out of her eyes as she pointed at Jonathan to keep going. He laughed and leaned forward to take another card out, reading it first and laughing before saying it out loud.

“Everyone that had sex while drunk, drink four sips.” Everyone in the circle did an ‘Oh’ in understanding. It wasn’t just individual dares, they were also group questions. Everyone drank the sips except for Robin and Argyle, making the rest of you frown in question. Robin you knew she didn’t like that, but Argyle–

“I always get high, that? I do. Drunk? Never.” He smiled as he finger-gunned Robin who was on the other side of the table and she winked at him. Eddie rolled his eyes and smirked as he pointed his bottle at Argyle.

“Your turn Adonis.” And you shot a glare towards him, knowing he was making fun of you, but you felt yourself gulp when he was already smirking at you and sent a wink your way. Your attention was ripped away from him when Argyle leaned forward and took a card out.

“The last person who had sex takes three sips.” He looked at Robin for instructions and she nodded at him and straightened up.

“Now we go one by one saying when was the last time we all had sex. The most recent one drinks.” She looked at you now and you frowned in thought, blinking a few times before speaking.

“A week ago.” You looked to your right so you could look at Nance, and you also caught the intense brown eyes looking at you but paid them no mind, acting as if you didn’t feel them at all. Nancy was a blushing mess as she looked at Robin and then back down at her cup.

“Two… days ago.” Steve whistled at that and Robin threw a cushion up his head, making Nancy giggle as she looked at Eddie. He was looking at the ceiling, trying to think and he was scrunching up his eyes in order to remember correctly.

“Four days ago.” That surprised you, but why should it? He is handsome and well, it’s obvious he has hookups. Those semi-naked stories on Instagram are for someone… or many? You gulped as you shook those thoughts away trying not to think about how much your friend fucks per week. None of your business.

“Um… Two days ago as well.” Robin answered to Eddie’s stare and Steve whistled again, earning a punch on the shoulder by Robin and he yelled a little ‘ow’ as an answer while rubbing the place she hit.

“What a cunt… Three days ago.” Eddie let out a small whistle too and Steve only rolled his eyes at him while Jonathan chuckled.

“Same I guess.” And then you all looked at Argyle who seemed to realize that it was his turn, giving a little jump in his place. “Oh, today!” He said with a smile and all the people in the room almost stood up with surprised looks on their faces.

“What!? With who!? Spill it!” You yelled at him and he raised his hands in innocence while looking at you in a panic.

“With Eden! The girl I matched on Tinder! She is– Oh god guys, she is so perfect… We got high, I made some pizza and– perfect date.” Okay, maybe it’s just you and Eddie the only single people in this circle. You gave Argyle a pat on the shoulder with a smile on your face.

“Good job.” He giggles at you like a little kid and motions for you to pick a card. There was a fun nervous knot in your belly as you smiled, reaching over and grabbing a card out of the pile. You read it first and your eyes widened a little in surprise but the smile didn’t leave your lips.

“Say what you like to do the most during sex, or take a shot.” Everyone in the circle let out a synchronized ‘Ooooh’, making you snort a little as you go into thought. There were many things you liked during sex, but you had to pick one. You had soft ones, mild ones… and rough ones.

“How much thought you gotta put into this?” Steve chuckled at your indecision and you shot him a glare and straightened up with a triumphant smile on your lips, deciding on one thing.

“Okay, well… I like to ride.” And Eddie instantly spat what he was drinking and Steve laughed loudly as the rest stared at them with wide eyes. Did you say something funny? 

“Fuck– Sorry, didn’t expect you to say that.” Eddie commented as he cleared his throat looking back at you. Your eyes squinted at him, licking the inside of your cheek.

“And what did you expect me to say?”

“Hell if I know, just not that.” Eddie finished, taking a long sip of his beer as Jonathan raised his hand up to talk.

“I didn’t expect it either, to be honest.” You rolled your eyes, not really understanding what they thought of you. It’s not common for women to take initiative, that’s true, but it’s a position that… became your favorite the past year. Be it with a dick or a strap-on, it was the only way to feel, or pretend to feel, full.

“Okay, my turn.” Nancy smiled as she reached over to take a card from the pile, and Eddie looked over her shoulder to look at it as Nancy’s smile slowly fell. Eddie snorted, eyes widening as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughs. Nancy shot him a glare before hitting his shoulder. “Shut up!”

“I’m– this is great.” He only mumbled as he shook his head with a smile on his face and Steve motioned Nancy to continue.

“What does the card say Nance?” She straightened up and cleared her throat as she looked down at the card.

“Sit on a person’s lap for a whole round. In not doing so, you will have to take two shots.” You stifled your own laugh now as you looked down but you could hear everyone else snorting softly and clearing their throats. 

Robin though, simply straightened up and you looked up to see her patting her knee. Despite the nervousness, you could clearly see in your friend’s features, she was making moves, and you were proud that Robin was finally feeling a bit more confident in trusting Nancy. Her face was bright red and it worsened when Nancy stood up from her place and walked towards her, falling on her lap, making the bean bag chair sink even farther than before.

“Cozy?” Argyle asked and you snorted but still elbowed him on the arm, making him laugh, and clearing his throat.

You looked at Eddie who was smiling as Robin whispered something to Nancy, making her relax and giggle as Robin’s arms were around her, one hand resting on her knee, and the other arm around her waist. You felt your heart do some kind of little jump at how supportive he was of Nance, just like you were with your Robs.

“C’mon Eddie, stop laughing and pick a card.” Robin spat at him and he rolled his eyes at her, flipping her the middle finger before reaching out to pick a card out of the deck. For the second time in the night, Eddie Munson spat a bit of his beer as he choked on the liquid.

“Sh-Shit.” Eddie coughed a few times as everyone looked at him completely startled.

“The fuck does that card say?” Steve asked with curiosity. Eddie blinked a few times and you could see he was trying to come up with a fake sentence, stuttering as he read the card, so you pointed at him.

“He is going to lie!” And at your warning yell, Nancy reached out and snatched the card away to look at it. Eddie cursed under his breath as he sighed, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s not even that bad.” Nancy explained with a pout and Jonathan nodded at her with a confused frown on his face.

“Read it Nance.”

“Name your favorite sex position.” And at Nancy’s words, Steve let out the biggest laugh you’ve heard in the night. You frowned as you looked at Argyle for answers but he just shrugged at you with the same confused look and then you all turned to Eddie who was fuming, looking at Steve who was talking in between his chuckles.

“I know it. I’m sorry it’s just–” and Eddie stopped him.

“A fucking coincidence. It’s all it is, goddamnit.” And it seems Jonathan’s head clicked because he let out a loud ‘Ooooh’ and then started chuckling into his hand as he took a sip of his drink, making you even more confused than before.

“What’s a coincidence?” You asked and then Nancy started laughing as well, already angering you that everyone was putting a puzzle together in their heads while you were yet to understand anything that was going on.

“C’mon Eds. What’s your favorite sex position?” She insisted and Eddie’s eyes clenched tightly and then sighed, looking at Steve with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Cowgirl.” 

Huh? That’s it? That’s not—

“Oh.” 

Silence. Absolute silence. Your face started to heat up, slowly, as well as your entire body because– fuck, the images. You can’t imagine that. Not with Eddie. He is just a friend who helped you through your breakup. So you two share the same sex position, what’s the big deal?

“Damn, I love it too man, but reverse cowgirl is where it’s at.” Argyle commented, finally breaking the silence and you couldn’t hold it in, snorting out a laugh. Brown eyes were staring at you, bewildered, but a smile started creeping on his face and soon he was laughing alongside you.

“You know what’s funny?” Eddie called out to you and you opened your eyes to look at him, a mischievous smile on his face as he leaned towards you, making you lean and tilt your head to look at him. You were sitting after all, and you weren’t even close to eachother, yet, you could smell his cologne, like a fire spreading all over your body.

“What’s that Munson?” You replied with a sly smirk, which Eddie enjoyed as he pointed at Steve.

“He likes cowgirl too… and he likes to be one.” Jonathan spat everything that was in his mouth, cracking up loudly and shaking his head, while Steve turned three shades of red, grabbing onto a Dorito and throwing it in Eddie’s way.

“I’m going to fucking kill you after this.” Steve grumbled under his breath as he took a sip out of his beer and looked at Robin to continue the game while Jonathan tried to regain his breath next to his boyfriend. Argyle was patting his back, holding back the laughter while your shoulders shook, keeping the snorts in.

You looked up in order to see Robin asking Nancy to grab a card for her since she couldn’t move, but you noticed in your peripheral vision, a pair of dark eyes looking at you, almost boring into your skull. You turned your head to see Eddie moving to sit on the floor as well now, next to you. 

“May I help you Munson?”

“Wanted to sit like the peasants.” He replied with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer and you raised an eyebrow at him, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Aw, did you feel a little bit lonely on the couch?” You giggled as you fixed your hair, pushing a strand behind your ear. “Needed some company?” 

And Eddie stared at you, an eyebrow raised up, almost as if testing you. You felt everything stop for a second, and that stupid knot in your belly turned again, bothering you once more. It was as if… you were nervous. Or anxious? But even so, you can’t pull your eyes away from him at all, and they widen as a smirk forms on his lips, leaning close to you, and a voice you never heard before coming from him. Low, only for you to hear.

“You offerin’ Peach?” 

What?

“Everyone that ever cheated, takes two sips!” Robin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Eddie was looking at Robin with a roll of his eyes, and your best friend clapped in excitement that no one in the room cheated before with any partner. 

But– What? Did Eddie just– No… He didn’t. He was just teasing, like a friendly banter. Fake flirting and all that. This is what it was, wasn’t it? You are definitely overthinking. Yet– why the fuck did you like it?

You took a long sip of your beer and noticed it was already empty. Soon, you all had your second drink of the night and the dares and truths kept coming, making everything enjoyable and fun.

Steve gave you a peck on the lips because his card said to kiss the opposite sex or he takes a shot, and he wasn’t going to risk his head with either Robin or Nancy. 

Jonathan took a shot because he preferred to not do the dare he got. He disliked the idea of having to take a body shot out of someone’s belly button, even if it were Steve’s. In Jonathan’s words, you never know what goes in there, and you honestly agree with it. 

Argyle probably got the funniest of them all.

“C’mon Brochacho, get up!” Eddie was whining next to you, shaking his head and you were laughing as you patted his shoulder.

“You just have to stay still, Eds.” And he only shot a glare your way as he got up from the floor to walk towards Argyle who was jumping up and down in excitement with his phone in hand.

“I swear to god–”

“Yeah, right there’s perfect man.” Argyle pressed play on his phone and the music in the place changed to Everytime we Touch by Cascada and laughter was heard all over the room while Eddie groaned with a whine as he looked up at the ceiling, asking for mercy.

“I want to die.” You heard him talk but not a second later, Argyle started to seductively move around Eddie while the metalhead stayed still. Steve whistled through his cackles and tutted at Argyle’s movements.

“The card said ‘Use a person as your personal stripper pole or take three shots.’ and, as far as I know, you GRAB onto stripper poles!” You almost spat what you were drinking as Eddie’s eyes turned murderous, looking at his best friend, but Argyle wrapped his arms around Eddie and slowly started grinding down. 

You were filming a story for Instagram, trying to contain your laughter as you saw Argyle dancing on a very scary Eddie Munson. Your cheeks were burning and aching from how much you were smiling, and everyone else was just clapping along to the music until Eddie had enough, raising his hands up.

“Okay, it’s done!” He yelled as he ran back next to you, plopping down on the rug, exhaling harshly, and shaking all of his limbs as if that would wipe his memory from what had just happened. The music turned back to a background volume and into an 80’s mix as Argyle sat back down on your left again.

“I do personal private dances for fifty.” And Jonathan laughed, taking a few sips of his Margarita. You were still giggling at the video you took, tagging everyone in it, ready to upload it. But a strong hot breath stopped you from pressing ‘post’, very close to your cheek, and it smelt like tobacco, beer, and firewood thanks to his cologne.

“Post that, and I wreck you.” 

You clenched. Shit, that– He is just close, that’s all. For fuck sake, it’s just the cologne. You were always sensitive to smells and perfumes, and a good perfume on a man did wonders. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before straightening up and turning your head to look at him. The knot in your stomach became painful when your nose touched his from how close he was. 

His brown eyes were staring into yours, deeply, and if you were in a state of delusion, you would think he was showing interest in them. It just made your stomach turn, your heart jump out of your throat, and it made you– nervous. It’s just Eddie. He is messing with you. Totally fucking messing with you, because that’s just who Eddie is.

A ping was heard and Eddie’s eyes blinked in surprise, pulling away to take his phone out of his back pocket. His eyes widened, jaw dropped as he stared at the notification. His eyes slowly turned to look back at you, and all you had was an innocent smile on your face as you locked your phone again, putting it on the table. 

“I’d like to see you try Munson.” And Eddie only stared at you as you reached out to get hold of a card. He hummed to himself as he looked back down at the notification of you tagging him in an Instagram story. You sat back down as you read the card for yourself, mouth dropping instantly as you cleared your throat, putting the card down.

“Um… Can I pick another one?” Everyone booed at you and you shook your head at them, feeling your entire burning a hundred degrees. “It’s just–”

You couldn’t even finish your words, the card being snatched away from your left hand in one move, draining all the blood from your body. Your stomach was flipping upside down as you saw Argyle’s smile widen as he read the card first.

“Kiss the first person on your right, on the lips, or finish your own drink and theirs.” 

You would have done the latter, if it weren’t so much, because your bottle was halfway full, and Eddie had a brand new one open. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, but you didn’t know why you were caring so much. It’s not like it’s anything crazy, it’s just a kiss, and friends sometimes kiss for fun without it meaning anything at all… right?

“Jeez Peach, is my face that unpleasant?” You blinked, turning your head to see Eddie with a smirk on his face, making your face turn into a mocking one.

“Maybe it is Eddie.” You would have thought that his smirk would have fallen by now, but it remained, as well as his eyes staring right into yours. You felt a sharp pain right in your chest and you knew your nerves were getting the best of you now. 

“It’s just a kiss!” Robin yelled from her chair and you glared at her as Nancy giggled on her lap. Your palms were sweating, fingertips tingling as you tried to gather up courage. You weren’t a fucking teenager, you were a grown woman, you shouldn’t be flustered by this. But Eddie is your friend now, it would be like–

“It’s either that, or you chug those two beers Peach.” Eddie was taunting you, the smirk still showing on his lips with that playful look in his eyes. His shoulder was brushing against yours as you both stared at one another. You gulped gently in order for him to not notice how nervous you felt, because you would be kissing your friend, and you really don’t want to make it weird.

But you really don’t want to chug those beers… And you can’t deny that there’s some curiosity inside of you. After all, the first time you saw Eddie you thought he was handsome. Probably even tried to flirt with him. With time, that attractiveness disappeared thanks to all the hate you felt for him and him for you… But what if it never truly disappeared? What if it was hidden?

He was sitting with his legs crossed, leaning back, using his hands and arms for support, your friends whistling for you to move and kiss him, to get over with it. And they’re right, you just have to do it and you can move on. There’s no meaning behind it. You just don’t want to do the stupid chugging. That’s all there is. 

You don’t want him. You are just nervous because he is a friend and friends don’t normally do this. It can turn everything awkward so it’s normal to feel weird about doing it. But it is just a meaningless kiss. It really is just a small and boring kiss.

You leaned towards him and you couldn’t reach him. You would have to move your entire body to lean all the way to his face if he didn’t lean in to meet you halfway as well.

“Munson.” You gritted out through your teeth in annoyance. He just kept grinning at you, staying in his same spot, not moving a single inch towards you.

“You are the one that has to kiss me, Peach.” Your eye twitched at his cockiness. Is he the king of England? You heard Jonathan and Argyle chuckle at the situation and that only ignited the fires within you even more, the annoyance starting to boil in your chest. Eddie lost eye contact with you to laugh with them and your arm shot upwards.

Your hand gripped the back of his head, your nails digging into his scalp and holding him tightly there, forcing him to turn his head towards you. His eyes were wide and he looked like he wanted to say something, but you didn’t let him. No. He doesn’t get to be cocky and make you seem like a coward.

You pulled him towards you, and he winced when he almost lost his balance on his arms thanks to your force. His breath was close, his cologne was stronger, making you feel a little lightheaded, but in a good way. It means nothing. It means absolutely nothing, and nothing will change between the two of you.

Because you are friends now.

But you didn’t expect for his lips to be soft. You didn’t expect to feel your stomach exploding and your chest having a heave of relief. You didn’t expect to feel an electric current go from the top of your head to the sole of your feet. You didn’t expect it to feel good. You didn’t expect the intensity of it all by just this small kiss.

You can feel him taking a deep intake of breath through his nose as you two kissed, and you held in the need of moving your lips because, fuck, you really wanted to move your lips on his. You wanted to keep kissing him because it feels so good, he feels– perfect.  It was a small and short kiss, but you made sure it was deep. You made sure to taste it accordingly.

And you pulled away with a smack of lips. Your eyes opened to find brown orbs looking at you with something you really could not decipher, but it made your whole body light on fire, almost as if you were about to combust. His eyes went back and forth on your eyes and then down to your lips, to your now reddened lips that had just kissed his. 

Was it the beer? Was the small amount of alcohol you drank able to make you feel like wanting to dive into another kiss with him? It must be. It’s done, that was it. A friendly kiss. Not even with tongue, just a peck, it was small and enough to complete the dare. You had to talk to lose the tension because you wouldn’t be able to take his stare much longer.

“Speechless Munson? Seems I’m really good.” That was your cocky answer in order to disguise the turmoil of nerves in your belly as you turned to the rest of the group who were still whistling and wooing you both. You flipped them off, not even noticing that Eddie’s eyes were still locked onto the side of your face. 

The air in the room definitely changed.

“Never thought I’d see the day you two would kiss, but, it was less weird than you two becoming friends.” Nancy replied as she grabbed a card but what she said caught your attention, and it seemed Eddie’s too because he sat back up, staring at her.

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked and you felt another wave of cold sweat at his voice, and you tried to tell your head to not raise the temperature of your body again. You don’t want to give yourself away that you were nervous or felt awkward. Nancy just shrugged at the two of you and read her card out loud.

“Everyone that wants to have sex tonight, take a drink!” She cheered loudly with a smile and she turned to look at Robin before taking a sip. Robin’s face reddened as she took a sip herself, and Steve wiggled his eyebrows at Jonathan as he raised his cup to his lips while the other had already taken his drink and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

Should you lie…? But you could– You could mean anybody, it wouldn’t seem like you would want to do it with him, right? Would it look like that if you drank? What if he drinks? It probably doesn’t mean with you, doesn’t it? It’s just a general feeling, wanting to have sex. It’s normal. 

So you took a sip, trying to not think too deeply into it, but then your eyes caught the tipping of a bottle on your right. You managed to not turn, keep your head forward, seeing everyone laughing, trying to not pay attention to the man on your right who had just taken a sip, at least until your nerves settled back to normal. You looked at Argyle with an eyebrow raised up.

“You– Oh right.” You giggled at that and he nodded at you with a playful look in his eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong, I totally would again, but I’m satisfied for now.” You giggled at that and nodded, feeling a bit of the tension leave your shoulders as you interacted with Argyle. You saw Robin reaching out for a card but Eddie raised his hand up.

“Nuh uh Buckley. My turn.”

“Huh? But Nancy–”

“Nancy was sitting next to me, between Peach and I. So technically, it’s my turn.” He didn’t address the fact that Nancy could already go back to her place, leaving her on Robin’s lap. Robin flipped him off and Eddie chuckled with victory as he grabbed onto a card and looked at it. You decided to break the tension with him as well because you just cannot keep being weird all night. You were acting like a teenager.

“What does that one say, Munson?” You were grinning towards him and he looked down at you, a smirk on his lips and you felt a bit of relief at the known interaction.

“All the people that wanted, at any point, to fuck a friend, take a drink.”

You blinked a few times, his words processing in your head, and then he put the card on the table, facing up. It truly did say that. You cleared your throat and you looked down at your bottle of beer. Why do you feel like you have to take a sip? Your mind kept going back to Instagram stories with a bare chest that was filled with tattoos, dirty overalls, and ringed fingers holding tools or beer cans. 

Your mind went back to his lips on your cheek. To his voice against your ear. To his breath against your cheek and lips. To his lips against yours. To his words. 

No, it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t that. He is a friend. Eddie is just a friend.

“Why are you drinking Jonathan?” Steve asked with an eyebrow raised up and that made you snap out of your thoughts, looking at the couple. “We are together, so we don’t count babe.” 

“Well…” Jonathan then pointed at you with a smile on his face. “You forgetting that I went on a date with that beautiful girl there once?” 

And you smiled at that, nodding and raising your beer with relief, clinking it with his. Maybe it wasn’t exactly sexual attraction, but… you can pretend it was. You were saving your ass. You knew you were. The realization already happened, but you can just hide it. It won’t happen, it cannot happen because it would just ruin the friendship, the group. 

You took a sip as well as Nancy and Robin. Argyle took a sip and he explained that back in California, he had this group of friends from the pizzeria he worked at, and there was this girl that was just too pretty for her own good. You were listening to him, not noticing the other person that took a sip of his beer. 

A person that wouldn’t have taken a sip before. A person that has been hungrily looking at you all night. A person who has been stalking your Instagram more than he should. A person with brown eyes whose interest is at its peak. But maybe, just like you, it’s better to not do anything about it. Save the friendship, don’t commit to it, not because of just sexual attraction.

Besides you two are adults, and you can handle these urges.

Can’t you?

end of chapter 15

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[venomized]

VENOM THE LAST DANCE SPOILERS

listen i need to watch it again to form a proper opinion but overall it's definitely my least favorite out of the three. there were some nice moments and a lot of symbrock yeah sure but the ending felt soooo rushed to me and verged on goofy like i could not take that fuck ass maroon 5 song seriously!!!

i loved how they showed eddie being kinda awful and really miserable and i would just have loooooved to see them do something with that!!! i wanted real character growth!!!!! we just get left off on a very unsatisfying place regarding their relationship and eddie's life In My Opinion. like sure they love each other we established that but it doesn't feel like they really got to grow out of the buddy-buddy bickering we got in ltbc and i know tld picks up right where ltbc left us so it's not like i was expecting some huge shift or for them to actually make symbrock canon but MAN I DON'T KNOW give us something at least

anyway the "we've been together for a year?" and the scenes with the family and venom saying eddie would be a good dad etc were all great but i still think we could've gotten more out of the movie. it just felt to me like they were building up to something and then it fucking ended. like what i thought was build up was the fucking climax of the movie. my mouth actually dropped when the title card appeared bc i really did not think they'd end it like that but they DID. THEY DID

although i'm mad as hell about them ending up separated i really liked their goodbye scene tom hardy truly is on another level bc how does he have chemistry with a fucking cgi alien. genuinely thought they were gonna smooch there for a second LMFAO it reminded me a lot of that insane sexually charged tom/austin scene in the bikeriders. crazy!

i'm not gonna talk too much about the plot itself bc i don't really love knull and the whole symbiote hivemind bs the last couple comic runs established so i knew going into it that it wasn't gonna appeal to me all that much but there are like . some inconsistencies lol but tbh the first two are also not all that great plot wise either so i won't hold it against tld too much

lastly i wish they'd have made venom give eddie his suit though, huge missed opportunity

overall i'm just feeling a little bittersweet because it's the last one and i'm sad i didn't love it :( i do need to digest it a little more and hopefully as more people watch it and talk about it i'll be reminded of the good parts and maybe my opinion will change

oh i also spotted a few comic parallels that i thought were pretty cool! eddie laying down venom-less in the middle of rubble and fire like that panel in cates' run, him waking up in the hospital without venom and probably others i can't remember rn lol

but yeah these are just very raw unfiltered thoughts i might change my mind!!! and i will say i am very excited to see people's reactions and what the fandom will make out of what they've given us

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

All of this being said, I do think the people who didn’t like it only because symbrock spent most of the run not bonded together are being foolish

Of course this probably doesn’t mean much since I am personally an enjoyer of their moments of mutual hatred too (which didn’t happen in this run, as we all know, their actual divorce makes whatever little moments of conflict they had now seem like children’s play), but

I feel a bit like I did in the beginning seeing non shippers of the non tumblr side of the fandom complaining too about them being separated. I think I had some of the same arguments I have now:

It can be nice to see them existing without each other! I actually love that they managed to do it without making them hate each other like in the actual divorce! They can get to have their own individual conflicts, and individual flaws, and individual relationships!

I’m particularly not a fan of Symby being written as just an extension of Eddie, which happens sometimes. I like it when they are a whole person

Besides, just them being bonded means nothing sometimes when for example in 2018 they seemed like they didn’t even like each other. Do you remember the anti-psychotics, I can’t forget the anti-psychotics. That was shocking for me to see after having only watched the movie

And it’s not the only example, they had their whole toxic era before the divorce in the 00’s, and there are all the canon AUs that go fully in the corruption route…

Did this run always portray their relationship well when compared to my personal view of it? No. There were moments in it that bothered me a lot. The Dylan author really fucked up in how they portrayed Symby before the paternity reveal, for example. The backstory recap in Venom War: Spider-Man was a little weird. While I personally was convinced by it, I can see why some may think Eddie eventually becoming Meridius makes no sense. And they did retcon Sleeper into having been born from a vacuum

But them being separated was not the issue. Did we all miss the whole thing that Eddie becoming distant from the ones he loved, losing his feelings and humanity, is what doomed him and almost the entire world?? Or that Symby learned to see that their feelings are not a poison?? They got Spider-Man’s blessing, of all people, to go back to Eddie, who loves and needs them??

They didn’t get to get together again in the end but it’s not because they don’t belong together. It never felt for a moment that they didn’t belong together. This is just the conflict, the obstacle in the way to keep the story going. They both sacrificed themselves to save their kid (and in Eddie’s case, to save Symby too). Their separation in the end was too an act of love

[anangelforsure]

(more ace ramblings…as I tend to do every so often)

My love for subtle romance is evident with everything I attach myself to. Venom. Good omens. TEOTFW. DSAF. And, until I realized that I am a demiromantic asexual, I didn’t realize how significant these type of relationships are to me.

(I have made past posts where I’ve gone on and on reviewing and analyzing the shows mentioned so I won’t restate all that, but I hope y’all understand where I’m coming from)

Venom (2018) was the first movie not meant for children I ever saw in theatres, back in high school. That day changed something in my brain. I had never been so taken with a movie before. I remember trying to articulate to my friend about the dynamic between Eddie and Venom “it’s like I ship them. But as friends” (denial is the first stage). I was all-consumed by this feeling. Eventually I got into fanart on instagram, and gave in to the fact that I do, in fact, ship them. I consumed so much fan content, read all about their comic-canon romance.. they were my first otp.

Good omens was my next fixation. Back in the day, the good omens fandom faced the controversy of alleged queerbaiting. And while these were perfectly valid concerns, I vehemently disagreed with them. Besides being completely biased in favor of the show, I genuinely adored their relationship. It made me feel something new. It was exactly what I wanted from a partnership. Somewhere around 2020, I started toying with the idea of being ace. With help from the internet, I headcanoned Crowley and Aziraphale as ace, and that was something special. That was me, the way I wanted to love, and millions of people liked it.

At some point in 2021, I ended up with a Netflix subscription to use up before the month ended. I watched The End of the F***ing World. I was almost put off by the subject matter at the beginning, but I stuck it out long enough to be absolutely gripped by Alyssa and James’ dynamic. The awkward, subtly expressed romance that forms between them had me dizzy. The struggle James has showing Alyssa how he feels hit me hard. Again, I felt something shift inside me, to me this was something significant, different from any other I’d seen portrayed. Like Good Omens, this was somehow a more meaningful relationship.

And then the second venom movie came out. That one played even harder into the romantic implications between Eddie and Venom, but besides that, there was Cletus. As random as it sounds, Cletus was my first ace headcanon with no influence from other peoples opinions. He would destroy everything for the chance to be with his girl (much like it seemed Crowley would for Aziraphale). Devotion for years and years without contact.. it’s not great ace rep, granted, but back then to me it was obvious. Driven by forces greater than physical.

And so with myself comfortably identifying as ace, I started to reflect a bit. One thing all my favorite media had in common was this theme of unconventional romance. I greatly preferred the implied, the subtle, subtext, relationships that took a little reading into, or those marked by hesitation. Outright romance and sexual relationships put me off, just didn’t feel as connected, I need a slow burn. Which, as a demiromantic, completely checks out. Asexuality (plus my anxiety probably) makes things complicated, because I show affection in ‘lesser’ ways than I assume allos do. These stories mean so much to me because people like me do exist, and our relationships are beautiful too.

[silverusneo]

The Spectacular Spider-Man (2008) (SPOILERS BEWARE)

finally managed to finish this series and god damn is it so good.

the spectacular spider-man is what you get when you have a series written by people who know what makes the source material and its characters tick so damn well.

"Point is, you're changing - into the man you're going to be. And just because you CAN do something, doesn't mean you should. With great power, there must also come great responsibility."

peter parker and his high school friends are your average teenagers bumbling through their social lives, making mistakes and relationships throughout the way. the show manages to give a lot of the side characters a good amount of spotlight (and setup for plots that unfortunately didn't happen) with flash thompson's development into a more caring person in spite of his egotistical nature and tendency to bully, mark allan's gambling addiction causing him to get roped into shady ultimatums and grief from his sister liz, and harry osborn's spiral into madness after being neglected by his father, causing him to turn to substance abuse in order to finally be respected by his peers and the consequences that ensue.

peter specifically demonstrates the all-important central theme of spider-man: responsibility. the responsibility of balancing what's important in your life, to stand up for what's right and when others need your help, to own up to your mistakes and give up the things we want most to do what's right. whether losing trust in his friends by snapping pics for the daily bugle as they fight for their lives against the lizard, or failing to live up to his promises to be there for liz allan due to having to fight crime as spider-man, every mistake peter makes has consequences and what proves him to be such a good person is how he owns up to each mistake he makes.

"Sorry, no. My fans expect a certain amount of quippage in every battle."

the action in this show is like, INSANELY good. i'm talking raimi spider-man levels of fun fight scenes here.

the simple yet stylized designs of spectacular mean the animators are more able to pull of complex, fluid and fast action scenes, with spider-man effectively using his quick thinking and both he and his enemies learning from every encounter they have with him.

one of my favorites is in the episode "gangland", where spider-man and tombstone face off in the sewers, hidden from public eye during a valentine's day opera, trading blows in complete silence with nothing but the opera singers in the background. it's brutal, well-animated, and it's fuckin' awesome.

"Truth is, I plan on crashing a lot of parties this year. So if you see my bro, Pete, tell him WE will see him real soon."

eddie brock/venom remains my favorite character from this show for the inventive take on him and the direct counter he plays to peter parker.

under the influence of the symbiote, both he and peter were angry. violent. bitter. eager to let their innermost, darkest feelings out, they pushed aside and lashed out at those who cared about them deeply. but where peter rejected the symbiote after he saw the effect it had on his personality, eddie instead reveled in the power and freedom it gave him to beat the everloving shit out of the one person who had wronged him greatly - peter parker.

like the ultimate comics version of eddie brock, he had been a close friend to peter for as far back as they can both remember, and i think that kind of relationship between the two further makes brock such a good tragic character in this show. his tendency to shift the blame of his failures onto other people causes him to destroy his friendship with peter and give in to the symbiote, and show peter a tragic mirror as to what could have happened had he let the hatred of the symbiote fester within him. when peter reaches out to brock and pleads him to abandon the symbiote, it's not just because he knows what it's like and the consequences he's seen firsthand, but because he cares for brock as a friend.

"Think fast! Think fasteeeer~! Tonight, you're in a PARTICULARLY unfriendly neighborhood, Spider-Man!"

how the green goblin was handled was also nothing short of masterful in both his personality and the reveal of him being norman osborn.

rather than adopt a split-personality approach to the green goblin/norman osborn as both the 90s cartoon and the sam raimi trilogy did, spectacular instead opts to portray gobby closer to his 616 counterpart; a separate persona norman willingly plays up, completely aware and in control.

norman is already done incredibly well in this cartoon, playing two-faced with his adoration of peter as if he were his own son, while secretly developing supervillains for tombstone and his crew, and neglecting his son harry osborn. he's a cold, calculating, snarky asshole who commandeers respect and steals the show any time he's in the room, going so far as to live by a rule to never apologize to anyone, never stopping for a second to think of any of his employees as anything but beneath him.. but there's no way he could be the goblin, right?

..right?

"I protected Harry! If I was sent to prison, who'd have made a man out of him?! Just look at what he's done today.. I've never been prouder of the boy!"

"norman osborn is the green goblin" yeah, we know. everyone knows. but that won't stop the spectacular spider-man from making you play the guessing game anyway.

all different kinds of instances and clues help to throw you off the track of thinking norman could actually be the goblin. the goblin is insane! he's a cackling, goofy son of a bitch compared to norman's calm-yet-cold demeanor, not to mention harry was the one drinking the globulin green! the series veers more into making you, and peter, think harry was behind the mask the whole time..

..which is why it becomes shocking once more to learn norman osborn was the goblin all along.

i think not only do i find it impressive of spectacular to throw the viewer off from what should otherwise be an obvious reveal, but the "one personality" approach to goblin i believe makes norman much scarier as a character. he becomes a much more intimidating character once you realize he can switch between the two personas at the drop of a hat, and in full control.

not to mention his twisted care for harry coming front and center, breaking his leg and gaslighting him into believing he was the goblin so as to throw suspicion off his own self, and supposedly be there for harry to "make a man out of him", which of course means raising harry to be the exact same slimy, ruthless man he is.

talk about a character you love to hate!

i'll always lament how the spectacular spider-man was canceled far too early - really when it was just getting started - out of sheer bad luck. future plans intended for the likes of the jackal, the hobgoblin, sin-eater, and cletus kasady/carnage to join the fray, direct-to-dvd movies detailing peter's college life, and lots more!

at the end of the day though, the fact we still got one of the best pieces of spider-man media out of these two seasons, though short-lived, is something to feel real good about. the spectacular spider-man is a damn good cartoon both on its own and as a spider-man story, and never say never - there might be a chance, however slim, we can see it return.

"Tell me there's something better. Go ahead, try."

[anisecandy]

I have a my headcanon of Eddie when he was a kid:he was the total opposite of what he’s now as an adult so small,skinny,shy talk and a bit of a crybaby,he was a gentle,curious kid who loved to read,write and learning new things.Unfortunately he was a lonely kid,who was bullied by many cause they say “he’s a freak” “they don’t want him”or even because Eddie doesn’t talk to much,since Eddie was pressured to get attention from his father many adults viewed him as the epitome of perfection but that drove more Eddie to feel not good enough and even as a teen while he appeared more muscular and bigger than many classmates he was still bullied,until one guy pressed him so much that Eddie bursts and basically that led that guy at the hospital and now more people are afraid of him,his father hates him more and now Eddie feels more isolated than before

That's a neat headcanon! Incidentally, aside from the fact that I do believe Eddie was definitely a peculiar kid (probably a scrawny one too) it's also nearly the total opposite of mine on that matter 😅

(note: I'm ignoring everything and anything Cates brought to the canon. To me, this man is dead.)

I think it's because one of the things I like the most about Eddie is that he doesn't have confirmed some big, tragic event in the past. Something instantly recognizable to everyone as trauma, like physical abuse, or death of a close relative, or being bullied. I like that. And I don't imagine anything of this type happening to him. You see, there's a lot of stories that talk about how these kinds of massive events ruin people's lives and mental health. And that's great! We need stories like that! But I think it's also important to remember that things aren't always this simple. That sometimes there's no one massive bad thing happening. That sometimes, it's a multitude of smaller, invisible ones.

I don't imagine Eddie ever being particularly shy. But to me, he's still a person that was always more or less lonely. Aside from Anne, we know of no friends of his from before Venom, no people he would seem to trust and confide in. Along with that, comes the way he acts around people; he's socially awkward, but not in a particularly "shy" way; he's witty, can be pretty friendly and very straightforward, you never catch him overthinking what to say or how to act. Rather, he doesn't read social cues well and has difficulties recognizing boundaries, or what's appropriate in any given context. That strikes me as somebody who, despite having certain confidence, never really developed good social skills.

That's why, with what we know about him, I've always assumed that up until college, when he started pursuing a career he chose for himself, Eddie focused solely on getting his father's recognition. He had no time for making friends, he wasn't very good at it anyway, coming off as unapproachable and arrogant, so he didn't really bother. We know that Eddie excelled in school, which, considering that while he's certainly not dumb, he's no genius either, probably meant he was pouring all his efforts in. The only thing he did aside from learning was probably playing for sports teams in his school, in hope that maybe if excellent grades didn't get him his father's love: the trophies would. That, and reading. I imagine him always being an avid reader.

Still, all of that amounted to nothing. Nothing he did could get him the attention and approval of his father, and in his chase after it, Eddie didn't have time for any hobbies, for socialization, for actually living his life. He didn't develop any other meaningful relationship. From the outside, nobody would really notice anything was wrong, but it was only when he met Anne and then became a journalist that he finally had something that was his. He failed at everything else. But at least, now he had those two things that he could devote the rest of his life to.

Right?

[gretchensinister]

Venom OT4 for the WIP game!!!

This was started some time between the first and second Venom movies. I've realized that when I have a ship I really like, I often end up writing a fairly substantial fic that focuses on everyone involved getting together. This was going to be that fic for Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan. It starts with Eddie and Venom going over to Anne and Dan's for dinner after Eddie has told Anne about Venom still being alive--she's decided that Dan also needs to know. I wrote up to the part where Venom reveals himself to Dan. Last edit date was in August 2019 and I can't remember what distracted me away from it. If I did pick it up again I wouldn't change it to account for Venom: Let There Be Carnage. As for a plot? The plot is simply three humans and an alien figuring out a) that they want and b) how to structure a very new, very queer relationship.

I also had the goal of getting more Venom-form EddieandVenom involved in sex with Anne and Dan--for some reason the last time I was actively reading in the fandom threesomes and foursomes with Venom weren't getting weird/creative enough for me (or if they were, they weren't getting on screen enough. Things might have changed since then.

Here's a snippet:

“Eddie!” Dan smiled at him as he opened the door. Eddie waited to feel weird about being welcomed into a place he’d thought of as home for years, but it didn’t come. Of course, his weirdness-meter had been redlining regularly these days, and maybe had been recalibrated, too. This wasn’t even worth a wiggle of the needle, now.

Instead, he felt mostly the bewildered dismay he usually did upon realizing he was going to be spending time around a very attractive person and he had to make sure that said attractive person could never even suspect that he’d had those kinds of thoughts. But, whatever. Anne would only intensify the feeling, and he’d still probably end up giving something away. Her ability to spot things like that was what had led her to ask him out in the first place.

But in the end, that would be another thing that caused barely a wiggle on the awkward meter, because the reason he was here was to come clean to Dan about what he’d come clean to Anne about earlier that week.

And that was what was making him feel intense wariness along with everything else.

Hey, V, could you maybe tone it down a bit? We talked about this. Dan was doing what he thought he had to in order to save my human life.

And that is something I approve of, but he still tried to kill me when we last saw him. And he is standing between us and Anne.

Cut the crap, you know from me and Anne that’s not how good relationships work. It’s understandable that you’re scared, but we’re together now. When it comes to Dan…well, I’ve got us.

Okay, okay. Eddie started to feel less like he was trying to figure out how to decline a vital interview because it was being held on the observation deck of the Empire State Building and more like…well, that he was about to have dinner with his beautiful ex and her handsome new boyfriend and that he was going to tell the handsome new boyfriend some seriously weird shit during that dinner. Which was still a significant reduction in stress.

“Are you okay?” Dan asked. “Look, Anne says you’ve been doing better, and I can see that you are, but if I’m too much of a reminder of…everything that happened, I understand.”

“Sorry, no, you’re fine,” Eddie said. “Anne really thought you ought to be part of our conversations. And she’s right.” He held up the pastel pink box he’d brought with him. “I even brought social grease.”

“A Casey’s cake!” Dan gave him another big smile as they both finally crossed the threshold and headed up the stairs. “What kind?”

“Chocolate Apocalypse,” Eddie said, wondering just how weird it was to be noticing how nice Dan’s ass was at this moment.

We have a nicer ass when we’re together.

Yeah, but who’s going to get close enough to appreciate it?

Isn’t that what we’re trying to investigate tonight?

Uh. No, that wasn’t a conscious desire. No.

Are you serious? It was very obvious.

[bakageta]

This is a wip I've been sitting on for aaaages based on a prompt from @ihasafandom. Might as well tag @symbruary in this also. Technically it's the first part of two, but the second part is a: not done and 2: spicy. So in honor of the season: here are two a-spec characters discussing the possibility of sex in their relationship.

“Have you ever thought--” Eddie began before cutting himself off and putting all his focus into not making a mess while he added the marinated tofu to their stir fry. The gritty texture his thoughts have had all day intensified and Venom could taste his benign anxiety.

Yes, it agreed in an attempt at levity, but you will need to be more specific about what.

Eddie huffed out a laugh, but did not respond. His thoughts smoothed just the slightest amount though, back to what they had been before his truncated question. Venom settled between the lobes of the liver with a casual extension laying over the great vessels of the aorta and vena cava and diffusing into the curve of the stomach.

It wanted to ask questions. What was Eddie worried about? What kind of thoughts had Eddie meant to ask it about? But Venom knew better than to distract Eddie with questions while he was cooking if it wanted dinner to remain unburnt.

That did not mean there was nothing it could do.

While Eddie stirred their dinner, Venom nudged beyond his surface emotions and into the thoughts just below his focus. It was careful not to intrude on his active mind, but at the same time did nothing to hide itself.

"Nosy," Eddie commented, but, importantly, he did not push it away. Instead he invited Venom further in.

Reading a host’s thoughts was something that came naturally, image and sensation and emotion weaving into broad meaning. Venom’s understanding had never been as precise as Eddie believed in the beginning, when the meeting of their minds was new, but it was better now after years of knowing each other. Venom had learned the complexity of human interaction, the intricacies of the human mind, the symbology of Eddie’s self.

It would not be able to understand any other nearly as well as it did Eddie.

While he cooked, Eddie thought of touch. Light and firm, soft and sharp, brief and prolonged. He thought about all the ways they touch: the licks and kisses, the rubbing and kneading, trailing fingers through alien plasma and alien tendrils weaving through flesh. How its touch was familiar until it was not. How even that unfamiliar touch had become comfortable in how distinct it still was to his nerves. How it felt unlike anything but itself.

At the same time Eddie remembered. He remembered past relationships, some so long ago that the other human's face was blurry and their given name was all Eddie still recalled, and others more recent. He thought of Anne and what they had and what they have. How they touched then. How they touch now.

And he was drawing all of these thoughts and memories together as he portioned their food into mismatched bowls and he was considering.

“We should eat it from the pan, less dishes,” Venom pointed out as it extruded from Eddie’s right shoulder, draping against his back, and hovering its newly made head within reach of his left hand. 

“I gotta have some standards.” Eddie’s response was predictable and comfortable. He relaxed just a little bit more and pinched and kneaded at the space between its eyespots.

“Too many standards.” Another familiar response, any negativity it had once had worn away by their long cohabitation.

“Next time,” Eddie assured with a comfortable grin.

They ate at the counter this time because Eddie was too restless to sit and needed to shift his weight back and forth on his feet instead. It finished before him because it did not have to worry about things like chewing and swallowing. The food was good, as complex as something living though the plant proteins were not quite the same. Eddie had learned how to cook to its tastes just as it had learned to have tastes, and it grew rich and smooth at the thought.

Eddie smiled reflexively at its satisfaction, his nervousness momentarily forgotten and his thoughts soft and velvety.

When they finished, instead of relaxing on the couch or working on his writing, Eddie gathered up all of the dishes, shuffled them over to the sink, and piled them on top of the ones from lunch and breakfast. The anxiety and tension crept back into all the little muscles of Eddie's spine while he ran hot water over the plates and bowls. In silence, he started scrubbing one of the thrift store bowls so hard Venom almost thought he was trying to clean the pattern off. 

Was something else bothering Eddie? Or was he still caught up in touch? Venom started to sink back into him, but a sudsy hand on its surface stopped it.

His brow furrowed. Venom could feel him building up to something, and it shifted forward to take the bowl from his hand, absorb the water, and set it aside on the counter.

“Do you want to have sex?” Eddie did not look at it when he finally asked his question, instead reaching forward for a second bowl. 

“Why?” Academically, it understood sex. Two organisms combined genetics and made more organisms, it was not complex in principle. In practice, however, Venom knew sex was complicated. Socially, culturally, and individually it had many, many connotations. It also knew that Eddie never mentioned the topic, barely even thought about it.

Eddie’s eyebrows jumped up and he tilted his head like he had heard a strange sound. “Why? What d'you mean 'why'?”

“Yes.” Venom put a tendril on the second bowl and nudged it against Eddie’s hands until he started scrubbing it. He thought better with his hands occupied, and Venom wanted him focused so he could explain himself. “Why would we want to have sex?”

“I don’t–it,” Eddie stumbled over his words. Venom took brief control of his hands and started them cleaning. “It feels good, I guess?” he offered weakly, and then, more firmly, he told it, “it’s nice to share with someone else.”

To Eddie sex was another kind of human bonding, Venom realized, not solely for reproduction or pleasure. It was like shared time, touches, hugging, and kissing. Eddie reinforced its realization, shoving rare, cherished memories towards it as he dried and set aside the second bowl and grabbed a plate leftover from breakfast. He showed it soft touches, gentle arms over shoulders, and languid kisses. So many variations on those interactions with so many people. Eventually Venom recognized Anne, and eventually Anne led Eddie into the bedroom.

These memories were misty with recall, warm and frequently touched upon until they were more emotional than visual. There was touch and pleasure, kisses and smiles, companionship and trust. Venom knew these emotions and feelings. The specific form of touch and pleasure that came from masturbation. A rare experience, something Eddie did with slow trailing touches when he could not find sleep. It would lie quietly against the great vessels that ran along Eddie’s spine and taste his satisfaction while he stroked pleasure out of himself.

Kisses and smiles were much more common, something Eddies gave it daily and something that it returned without thought. The touch of Eddie’s lips against it was a much more intimate one than the touch of fingers and hands, more pleasurable. Quick pecks against its surface, playful licks, and long lingering touches. It knew a much wider variety of Eddie's kisses than it felt in the memory, and for a moment it felt irrationally smug about that.

The trust in Eddie’s memory was different than the kind Venom knew. More blind than what Eddie had with it, and less certain than what it had with Eddie. But the trust in Eddie’s memory was strong in a foreign way because of those contrasts. As different as that trust was, it still formed a bond. A companionship of two, however human it may have been. 

Venom could understand Eddie’s hesitation, but the idea was enough to make it curious. What would it feel like to form a bond with another human?

“Who would we have sex with?” It asked when its attention surfaced. 

“You don’t– I–” Eddie sputtered while his hands came to a halt on the plate he had gotten half clean, “...what?”

“Was that meant to be hypothetical?” 

“No, yes, but–” still holding the plate, Eddie turned to face Venom. “Why would we have sex with someone else?”

“Why would we not?” It reared back and cocked its head to one side, fizzing audibly. “It is a human kind of bonding so we would need another human to bond with.” Venom had thought that was obvious, but maybe it had misunderstood its host’s intentions?

“I guess… I guess it’s good to know you wouldn’t mind,” Eddie said diplomatically after he had finished washing and drying the plate.

“Of course not, another human could never hope to match our bond.” Venom shrugged an undulation down the tendrils connecting its head to its host. “But I am interested in what sex would feel like.”

“Me too, just not with another human.” Eddie grabbed the glass that had held Venom’s chocolate milk from breakfast, and focused on cleaning it even though Venom had drunk and absorbed every drop. His face was flushed and he was looking intently at the lone coffee mug still in the sink even though he was still holding the glass. “I was hoping you’d want to have sex with me.”

"Eddie," it took a moment to organize its thoughts. Venom was not opposed to the idea–in fact now that Eddie had admitted it, Venom found the idea even more appealing than sex with someone else–but… "I do not have genitalia for you to penetrate."

Eddie nearly dropped the glass. 

“You don’t–” he began and stopped almost immediately. “Venom, you don’t have to have–” Eddie inhaled deeply. “There’s more than one way to have sex.”

“How many ways?” 

“How many– Venom, why does that matter?”

"I want to know what our options are," it grumbled and crackled.

“Options? As long as we’re both happy with it, we can do anything we want.” He assured it.

Anything. Venom suddenly understood why Eddie’s first impulse had been to get drunk years ago when it had told him the same thing. Anything was a lot. It did not know where to start.

“How do we decide?”

“We talk about it,” Eddie said, like it would be easy.

“Now?” The moment seemed inopportune to Venom, but it also struggled to think of a better one.

“Lemme finish this first.” Eddie finally handed it the glass to dry and picked up the mug. “We can talk on the couch or something.”

By the time they made it to the couch, the sun had set and the mug was the cleanest it had ever been in the years since it had been manufactured.

“So,” Eddie started and then did not continue.

“What should we talk about?” Venom prompted, still a head hovering over its host’s shoulder.

“I guess we should– actually, wait. When Annie and I started, we talked about expectations, what we wanted, that sort of thing.”

“We want to have sex.” Venom was not entirely sure what it wanted beyond that, but it was fairly certain Eddie had ideas.

“Yes, true, that’s what we want.” Eddie shifted so he was facing it; his lower back was propped against the hard arm of the couch and his legs stretched over the cushions. “But what do we want out of it?”

“Goals?”

“Yeah! Like me and Annie our goal was to feel good, to feel close. So long as we managed that, then the rest didn’t matter.”

"Are your goals the same for us?"

"Probably, I mean I want us to feel good and I want us to feel close, but I already know we can do that without sex."

Then why try sex, Venom wondered quietly to itself. 

"Because with Anne, that was the first time I actually liked it.” Eddie answered. Venom warmed reflexively and struggled against the velvet blush that tried to form on its surface.

Eddie continued, heedless of his symbiote’s reaction, “there wasn't any pressure to get a specific result, we just enjoyed ourselves. I want to see if we can do something like that. Find more things to enjoy."

"And if we cannot?" It knew that they would stay together regardless of what happened, but it wondered what else they might do. "Will you look for another human?"

Eddie thought. As he did, Venom sunk its egress down his spine until it cushioned Eddie’s back against the arm of the couch and curled its head underneath his arm and onto his lap.

"I don't know," Eddie said eventually. "It's not something I would want to do with just anyone and it's not something I'd miss if I couldn't have it. But if we did meet someone and we wanted to try, I don't think I would mind."

I would not mind either way, it assured its host.

"Good to know." Eddie smiled softly and started running his fingers through it. Venom obliged him by pulling out more of its mass until it hung over the sides of his legs and draped over his lap like a blanket. "What about you? What do you want."

It thought for a moment. "I want to learn how sex works for us.” 

"That’s good," Eddie hummed, and maybe it was the context, but the sound sent tingles of sensation radiating outwards from Venom's interior mass in an unfamiliar way. "You kinda already know what makes me tick, you've had a front row seat n'everything." Eddie flushed.

"You can still tell me," it offered. "I know what you do, but I do not know how I should do it. There are many options."

Eddie chuckled. "Yeah, I bet there are."

For a while he did not say anything, just pulled his fingers through its mass and thought and remembered. Anne had been the one who guided him when they were together, the one who had taught him that sex could be part of a bond instead of mindless pleasure and inconsiderate mess. "I guess I'll have to take the lead, huh?"

He already was, and Venom felt no need to point out the obvious. It arched up against the next pass of Eddie's hands and focused on its own warm trust and contentment.

"What about you?" Eddie asked after three more runs of his fingers. "What do you think would be good for you?"

It had no idea.

“How do I figure that out?”

Eddie’s thoughts stalled for a moment as he processed its question.

“What do Klyntar do to feel good?” he asked instead of answering. 

In the context of sex, there was nothing that Klyntar did to feel good.

Normally, Klyntar reproduced asexually. There was little fuss or feeling involved in the act itself, and in the rare times sexual reproduction was necessary, it was all fuss. A dying hive would distill their best traits into spores that would revive after conditions improved years or even decades after the original colony perished. It very much did not feel good.

“What’s nice,” Eddie prompted again, “what do you do for fun?”

Venom’s face crumpled like Eddie’s did when he was thinking especially hard. The easy answer was that Klyntar fought and conquered for fun, but that was only true for the hive it had been a part of the longest. If it went back to its oldest memories, the ones it had buried out of self preservation, it had once known comfort and safety and peace. There had been touch and trust, exchanges of thought and self. Reproduction, however, had never been involved.

“Plasmid exchange,” it answered eventually.

“Okay,” Eddie said and then went quiet. He pressed his thumb against the ridges that had formed between its eyespots and massaged until its surface went smooth again. “I’m pretty sure I can’t do plasmid exchange.”

“Not easily,” Venom agreed.

“Yeah, so what’s nice about plasmid exchange?”

“It strengthens an individual’s genome.” That was not the answer Eddie wanted, but it needed a moment to think. 

Instead of pressing it, Eddie hummed and kept rubbing between its eyes.

Self improvement had never been part of the appeal of exchange for it. Venom had liked the touch of others, had liked touching others. It wanted to have another that it could trust with its self. It wanted to be trusted enough to be let into another. 

“It is also entirely dependent upon trust.”

“There it is. Trust we can definitely do." Eddie’s voice was warm and appreciative and Venom soaked it in. Maybe this sex thing would be easier than it had thought.

“So what can we do to show trust?”

Or not. What could Eddie do to show trust that he had not already done? What could it do?

“Probably something we already do,” it decided.

“I’ve thought about it, what we might do,” Eddie admitted, cupping his hand over its head and looking into the distance at some point beyond the bed. Heat rose in a flush from his chest, up his neck, and into his cheeks. “Anne would tell me what to do. I thought you could, too.”

“You trusted her with yourself.” Venom pushed its head against its host’s hand. 

Eddie looked down at it, smiling warmly. “Yeah.”

The agreement made Venom feel squirmy and pleased. Eddie wanted to trust it with himself. There was an issue, though. “I do not know what to do.”

Eddie’s fingers writhed impulsively against Venom’s surface, an outward sign of the same excitement it could taste in his blood. 

“I could tell you.”

[crazycletuskasady]

Aight so, it's no secret how I feel about this dude. But personally, gimme your thoughts on Cletus Kasady. In depth if you want about the character, if not I don't mind. (I'm more of the man behind the symbiote guy, but Carnage is pretty cool too.) Just curious dude👌🏻

Firstly, thank you for the ask. I always feel giddy whenever someone asks me for my opinions.

When I was having my intense hyperfixation, consuming as much Carnage/Cletus stuff as possible and also causing me to create this blog, I too preferred the redheaded serial killer over the symbiote. I think now though I've grown to appreciate both.

Having red hair myself, I have grown a bias towards others with it, especially since I was bullied and isolated for it so it gives me a sense of comradery? I suppose. In terms of his personality, I would not realistically condone or defend his actions. However, since he is a harmless fictional character, it is a guilty pleasure of mine to indulge in and root for this murder hobo. I suppose he fulfils a sort of power fantasy in that regard. While I acknowledge and sympathise with his background, I believe he is beyond any sort of redemption. Besides, he wouldn't make a fun villain if he stopped being one, and villains are Just That Cool ™.

He's also very charming in his own special way. From what I remember, a lot of people portrayed him as being pretty dumb, like the illiterate kind. I originally never had any affinity for this type of character but now I find it rather endearing and amusing if executed well. He's also got some pretty memorable quips and phrases across different adaptations. As my blog might indicate, the 1994 Spider-Man series version is like my all time favourite. He's very memeable but still threatening as needed.

Unfortunately I've never had the opportunity to read through the comics myself, only seeing what bits and pieces get shared and talked about on the internet. So this gives me limited insight on those story arcs and depictions. Although I am very fond of the relationship he fosters with his symbiote AKA Red (I guess the same can be said for Eddie and Venom. This is another thing I used to be against or disinterested in).

I won't lie, I have simped pretty hard for this man before. I can of course understand why others may not like him or if they find my tastes concerning lol. There's just something thrilling about a himbo that has already shed blood and could easily take your life too. I don't really have an "I could fix him" mindset since, again, I think he's well past that point. I guess the main drive is like a sort of morbid curiosity.

Anyway yeah, that's my little ramble and a look into my probably unhealthy mind lmao. Likely haven't got all my thoughts out properly because it's late and it's been a while since I've been deeply invested.

[reginaregen]

Neighbour- like a knight in shining armor

"This is called physical love," Natasha said, flipping her fiery red hair back lightly.

She had come to Lana's new apartment. Lana had been crying so much on the phone that Natasha couldn't understand a single word the girl was saying, but she was sure it had something to do with Steve. It was no different from their usual weekly gossip—Lana constantly expressed doubts about her relationship with Steve, and Natasha patiently waited for the day when the girl would finally realize the truth. However, she hadn’t expected today to be that day. Still, she congratulated herself for bringing mint cupcakes.

Through her tears, Lana asked as she stuffed one of the cupcakes Natasha had brought, into her mouth, "What do you mean by physical love?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Lana, what exactly have you been crying about for the last hour, darling?"

Sniffling, Lana corrected her, "I've been crying ever since Steve left."

With motherly tenderness, Natasha touched the frosting-covered chin of the girl in front of her. "Lana, you are very beautiful."

Lana sobbed.

"And Steve is very handsome."

Lana sobbed again.

"But your feelings for him aren’t stronger than the lust you feel for his looks."

Lana, through her hiccups, protested, "But he's a good person!"

Natasha pulled her into a hug, resting her chin on Lana’s forehead. "I know," she said softly. "But Lana, love isn’t like that. Two of the best people in the world can come together, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be compatible. Not being a match with someone doesn’t make them a bad person. I love bananas. I love burgers. But I wouldn't want a banana in my burger."

Lana giggled at the analogy. Hugging Natasha tightly, she whispered, "I don't know what to do." Panic was creeping into her voice.

"Talk to Steve," Natasha suggested. "Be honest about how you feel."

Lana blushed deeply. Every time she tried to talk about the direction of their relationship with Steve, it always ended up like today. All the new emotions she had been discovering with Steve overwhelmed her, and it scared her, but she was sure she loved him. Maybe they just needed to find balance?

As if reading her mind, Natasha asked, "How about this? Try talking to Steve about your relationship in a crowded place. That way, you won't jump on him."

Both Lana and Venom, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, protested simultaneously, "He jumped on me/her!"

"Whatever!" Natasha dismissed. "Lana, I don’t want to see you crying again because of Steve’s libido."

Lana nodded. "Okay. I’ll talk to him in a crowded place."

"A place where you can't seduce each other, Lana."

"Okay."

*   *   *

Eddie woke up with a sticky sensation on his lips and screamed, "You psycho! You stupid, slimy little b*tch! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!"

Venom retracted the tentacle from the man's lips. "Come on, Eddie, everyone likes being woken up with a kiss."

"Well, I don't!"

"Why so grumpy? Oh, I remember! It's Annie's wedding day today!"

"You know her name is Anne, right?"

Venom slapped him lightly with a tentacle. "I don’t care! She’s our Annie... or she was. Now you're going to steal the Captain's girl."

"Oh, right, because that pretty girl's totally going to dump Cap and run straight into my arms. Are you out of your mind? Stop pestering me!"

Eddie jumped when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, God!"

Venom launched him out of bed to answer the door and gave him a playful smack on the butt. "Don’t forget how big my alien equipment is, Eddie, when you open that door!"

"This is literal harassment!"

"Shut up and open the door!"

Eddie rolled his eyes when he saw Lana grinning at him. "I don’t mean to be rude, but..."

Lana blinked at him with cartoonishly wide eyes while handing him a suit. "Let me guess—you didn’t have time to go shopping, did you?"

Eddie took a deep breath. "This sweetness might work on Cap, but I'm not falling for it."

Lana shoved the suit into his hands and clasped her fingers under her chin, widening her big eyes even further. "What about now?" she asked innocently.

Eddie rolled his eyes again. "What you're doing is pretty rude. I haven’t even decided if I’m going to the wedding yet."

Lana moved so close that Eddie could feel her breath, grabbing his face with both hands. "Eddie, listen to me. If this woman called Annie..."

The man, now mesmerized, bent down to look at the girl who was two feet shorter than him. "Anne," he corrected.

"Whatever her name is, if she can send you such an inappropriate wedding invitation without considering that you might have feelings, she’ll get the response she deserves. Do you understand me?"

Eddie nodded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Good. Now go and get dressed, please. You still have to take me to the salon," she said, slipping back into her apartment.

Venom dragged the frozen Eddie inside and shut the door behind them.

"Admit it, you’re starting to like our new Annie," Venom teased.

Eddie frowned. "I don’t get it. Everything she does feels like magic."

Venom burst out laughing and detached himself from Eddie. "That’s called being attractive, something you’re unfamiliar with. Just look at yourself."

"Hey!"

As they bickered, Venom helped Eddie get dressed. When Venom reached for the hair gel, Eddie stopped him. "No! You use too much."

"Too much?"

"Way too much."

"Alright then. I won’t use any."

Eddie thanked him, adjusting the collar of his suit. He was heading for the door when Venom slammed him against it, forcefully styling his hair. "You ungrateful brat!" Venom yelled at Eddie, who was struggling to free himself from the tentacles. "Stay still, Eddie! You might like looking like a homeless man, but today I’m making sure you look good for our new Annie."

Eddie gave one last squirm. "Too much gel!"

They both jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Eddie! If you're done washing off your beauty mask, can we go already?"

Venom grinned. "Sonny and Cher! Doesn't your Uncle Eddie look so handsome?"

As Eddie opened the door, he made a mental note to get revenge on Venom for the gel.

Lana blinked in disbelief. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my scruffy neighbor Eddie?"

Eddie chuckled. "Come on, don’t exaggerate. I just put on a new suit and a little gel."

Lana squealed. "Are you kidding me?! If I were you, I’d never wear anything but a suit! My God, Eddie! You look amazing!"

Eddie laughed even more. "Lana, stop it."

Grabbing his hand, Lana pulled him toward the old building’s ancient elevator, bouncing with excitement. "Come on!" she urged. "Hurry up! It’s my turn now! We need to pick up my dress on the way. I want to get my hair done too. If you look better than me, I swear I’ll kill you, Eddie Brock! Just look at you! How can I even compete?!"

As their voices faded while they entered the elevator, Venom sat down with Sonny and Cher on his lap in front of the $2,000 TV. "Kids grow up so fast," he said, wiping away a nonexistent tear. Then he shouted at the screen, "Show me a good reality show, magic orb!"

*   *   *

Eddie watched in shock as Lana stepped into a small hair salon in the outskirts of New York. He hadn’t expected Captain America’s girlfriend to live such a simple life. But the real shock came after they entered. Lana had gone into some kind of back room, leaving Eddie surrounded by elderly women who were seated around him, staring as if he were something to eat, bombarding him with questions for minutes.

"Where are you going?" asked one of them this time.

"To a wedding," Eddie replied.

Just then, Lana stepped out in front of them.

Eddie had only experienced his throat going dry from excitement a few times in his life. The day of his college exams, the day he proposed to Anne, the day Venom chose him, the day the police tried to kill him—and now, right this second, as Lana stood there in front of him, breathtaking in an icy blue dress, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. He was relieved Venom wasn’t around to say something inappropriate.

Someone squeezed his arm, snapping him back to reality. The elderly woman beside him giggled as she tightened her grip. "Lana, he's handsome and strong! Just like a knight in shining armor!"

Lana chuckled too, reaching out to squeeze Eddie's arm. "Yep, a real knight in shining armor." She extended her hand to him. "Come on, Eddie. You don’t want to be late for your ex-fiancée’s wedding."

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave​ asked:

Eddie plucks a French fry from the oversized sleeve and plunges it into his equally oversized chocolate mocha shake, chuckling as his gaze sweeps from Beth to the view they have of the Bay. A date? In broad daylight? Given their respective night lives, it's maybe the least crazy thing of all. The bench they share is far larger than they actually need; he's already seen her glancing toward his lap a couple of times and imagines she's probably gauging how much it would matter if she just poured herself into it.

All she really has to do is ask. And even then... she doesn't really have to. He knows he'd welcome her there with a smile no less broad than the one he wears now.

"All right, so, yeah, Mrs. Chen doesn't, like, try to sic me on bad guys or anythin' like that, but ever since that day? She definitely gets that look in her eye like... 'I could just call Eddie, They'd probably take care'uh this idiot.' Dunno what to make'uh that, 'cause she's never done it, actually I never gave her my number, but somehow I feel like she's got me on speed-dial."

He chuckles again, then looks back to Beth. God, she looks just perfect with that sprinkle-covered ice cream cone in hand and her heart in her eyes. "Okay, so, your turn. An' I wanna really know. What was it about Us... not me, not Him, but Us... that really caught you? Like, when you saw Us for the first time... an' when you see Us now? What..." He stops and chuckles again. "Feels like a dumb question. But, what do We make you feel like?"

{{ 🖤 }}

A Little Me, A Little You || Accepting

Lāʻau Make || Venom Lethal Protector || Venom au

He teases her sometimes, when she chooses to take a mental health day and tells him, with certain seriousness, that she's 'too rich f' work today'. Few and far between as they are ~she and Eddie have an inborn work ethic that makes it hard to justify being selfish~ this is the claim she made when one little wrist snaked out from beneath the covers and retrieved her phone. She texted her DON and her clinic in record time, then not caring what happened to the device, she'd moulded herself to his back. Nuzzled the channel of his spine, breathed him in. Muttered the phrase and as her hand slid around his hip with a mind of its own, she determined that he too had to call out. And here they are, looking out over the Bay, her Mother's currents strong today. The waves whisper softly and maybe the weather is too cool for ice-cream. She justifies braving the chill because she knows Eddie runs hot, hotter than normal and she guages the distance between them, wondering what it would take to breach the space. To pour herself into his lap and maybe squish herself inside of his hoodie so that she can steal some of that comforting warmth. She has enough manners waiting until he ~and through him, Beloved~ has a chance to finish eating. In the meanwhile, she listens with abject adoration written in her features and eyes swimming with all those feelings she never really talks about out loud, as he talks about his experiences with Mrs Chen, though for the life of her, she can't remember what the question was that she initially asked. Occasionally she licks at the melting ice-cream from her waffle-cone, a scoop of haupia flavoured with rainbow sprinkles ~she still thinks it weird that he sometimes calls them Jimmies, the way Andy used to, and she'd once teased that she has a more formal relationship, and they prefer her to call them James. After that, they became sprinkles again~ and while the gesture is sensual, it isn't intentional. That look of utter adoration freezes on her lips when she watches the question form on his lips and in a moment of rare and pure trust, she blinks fully. Even in sleep her eyes rarely close to the full extent, and she's always given the impression that she is missing a nictitating membrane. The blush that makes strides towards her cheeks starts somewhere around the neckline of her sundress. "I...uhm." Eddie is too familiar with that false start but is kind enough to know better than throw a flag on the play. She is far too sensitive to take it well especially when it comes to navigating the complex feelings she harbours, the ones as deep or deeper as her beloved sea and nearly as primordial. Eddie knows it took some time for her to connect with him, days of simply sitting beside him in silence, then a trickle of words. She was never afraid of how massively larger he is than her. She's never been afraid of him hurting her ~reasons that wouldn't become clear until the night they shared knowledge of his Klyntar and her ancestry and mana~ and when it comes to the melding of man and alien, their version of Standing Jaws, it's exactly her ancestry that touches everything. She'd never been afraid of Beloved, either. If anything He brought out the desire to nurture and protect Him for the rare and beautiful Creature He is. But together? She lets out a shiver of breath. "Clearly, by da time you told me about Him, I'd already fallen for you. An' in all of my life, I've nevah seen someone as beautiful as He is, all on His own. You, Beloved, are... da epitome of One who Became Two, t' me. I t'ink I was a little in awe of you, of Him. Lil bit like bein' kahuna an' seein' a miracle unfold before ya eyes." That might sound silly, considering her mana allows her to alter reality at whim according to the spheres she's talented in but it does not make her words untrue. "Dere is a poverty of words in da ones I know to truly describe you bo'd when ya Venom. It goes beyond desire or lust. It expands into somet'ing...holy f' me dat I feel profane in knowin' d'ough dat ya bo'd make my knees weak an' set my blood on fire. Makes me...makes me t'ink mebbe Grandmaddah intended dis ~two  of ya~ f' me. Make me feel... hanau Po'ele i ka po he wahine, first woman. Look wi' new created eyes on my intended mate." There's a dangerous confession in those words, more than just the L word, if he knew how to read between her lines, or if They could feel the echoing ache inside of her right now.  The desire for the ice cream in hand wanes to nothingness and she switches hands holding it to take up the recyclable cup that her water had come in. She drains the remains dry, then lifts the lid, to fit her cone inside. Maybe she'll finish it later. She sets the cup down at her feet, then draws her legs up onto the bench, leaning toward Eddie to a slight degree. That flush of her skin deepens and takes on a shade of not-quite-fear, but something similar. What she chooses to tell Them borders on blasphemous, a voluntary revealing of secrets long held by her kin. "Not only do you both resemble to Haole depictions of Kōjin, as dey call my Samebito family, but in Venom, I see so many of our sacred laws. You're respectful to membahs of ya tribe, an' dose who know you as deir Let'al Protector honour Ya in return. You care for da people most turn away from; ones dat struggle, ones dat have no kine t' give in return, ones who would be used, abused, discarded by almost anyone. You see dishonour as a mark of lower beings, an' ya even fight fair wi' ya mortal enemy; I know, you have bo'd share wi' me stories of you an' Spidah-Man. An' every day ya learn an' grow. You help protect da territory granted by Grandmaddah, wheddah ya know it or not. Five of da six rules right dere. I was never once afraid of You, even with Your teeth deep in my flesh and bone. "But even wi' out all of dat, dere is no one I trust more, an' I would like t' t'ink dat if da kine was different between us, if You'd have chosen someone else, dat we would still find some way to be part of each oddah lives." There it is, that little bit of doubt in her voice. The very fear that lives inside her that she will never, no matter how hard she tries, be good enough. The damage that began in her infancy at the hands of her father, reinforced by others who had abandoned her whether willing or not. It lives just as clearly in her eyes and trembles in her voice as her earlier affections. But before Eddie or Beloved can make some sort of gesture or comment to set her at ease, she surges forward. The way her knees edge around his hips and the way her arms wend around his shoulders are a perfect mimic of the night she and Eddie chased their first foray into passion, the same night that he introduced her to Beloved. But rather than chasing sharp kisses around the thickness of his neck, or along his shoulders, she tucks her head down so her forehead rests against Their steady heartbeat. "What was true first time I saw ya, is true now, an' will be as long as dere is brea'd in me. I belong t' ya bo'd. Jus' as you bo'd belong t' me."

~*~

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[randomthoughtsdissociating]

So I had shower thoughts.

I remember fondly watching the first Venom and reading quite a lot of amazing fandiction on the topic (Shoutout to the Soulmates AU that had Eddie name his dumb alien Darling, as someone unloveable, I appreciated the hope), and then I went to watch Venom 2 with high hopes and within the first 15 minutes, I realised the movie was made by ✨CisHets✨™ (1) who were DETERMINED to take all the gay out of the movie with zero regards to what it did to the plot, but inevitably missed the fact that Venom is 100% gay regardless of how you look at it and almost anything they do or say is gay by proxy. So it became rather entertaining to watch the filmmakers struggle with their impossible task of fitting a square peg into a round hole.

1) Not to be confused with cishets, who are completely normal people who just so happen to be cisgender and heterosexual, who (unlike✨CisHets✨™) don't make their status as a cishet their one and only personality trait and don't try to censor the LGBTQIA+ or run about screaming "THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!" whenever bigotry, abuse, injustice or non-heteronormative relationships are mentioned, as if kids didn't need to deal with any of that in their daily lives anyway

[kitausuret]

Additional thoughts on the ending

Honestly maybe it says something about me as a comics fan that I saw the Symbiote get dissolved by acid and I didn't feel anything. I was just like, oh that probably hurt. But it's impossible for me to mourn whatever they had because in the back of my mind I'm just going, "well it won't be long before they return to the status quo even if we do get to see other folks as venom". For me it was almost a sense of relief? Like oh good, now we can see something new.

But I also wasn't all that invested in their relationship. Because like, really, what development did they have? What's there to mourn? It's kind of like being sad after the events of Marvel Knights Spider-Man. Why would I be sad when it seemed clear they needed a break to get some perspective.

The end of Venom 3 was no more the "end" of Venom than the Styx & Stone arc during the Michelinie era. Remember this?

(Amazing Spider-Man #333, Michelinie/Larsen)

And imo even that was a more dramatic ending. But 616 Eddie knows how to lay on the drama - we're never going to get that from Tom Hardy's take. 😅

But maybe I'm also biased because I looooooove other Venoms. I'm really out here hoping that the barkeep is actually Angelo Fortunato. I hope that the mysterious person Rex was talking too was Senator Ward. I would still love to see Mac as Venom. And of course now Flash is a possibility too.

So yeah, maybe comics have made me cynical, but they also make me hopeful.

In any case, I was bound to walk out of that movie disappointed - no Anne or Dan.

Venom 3 thoughts

Below the cut!

who's excited for sonyverse symbiot3? me? just me? me and everyone else? come on let's jump on this let's fucking GO we are GETTING D.A.V.E. ot4 PLUS Flash Thompson who met Eddie while getting his legs chomped off by a xenophage. they are now F.A.V.E.D. because they are my favourite. this is fucking great i can't wait for venom to noodle its way back to new york attach onto flash and then they both go to eddie and then everyone eventually goes over to san francisco let's FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

And now Original Sin, my beloved!

I’m actually not sure yet if I like or hate the art style. The story feels slow but it is probably normal for Infinity Comics (I haven’t read many). But I live for the glimpses we get of pre-canon Eddie…

I don’t remember if we had this dynamic between Eddie and Anne before, that she was doing much better than him professionally/financially. I like it. It makes his choice with the Sin Eater story be less an act of pure greed, and more a desperate attempt at proving himself

Aww Anne, my beloved Anne. She loves this man. She supports him. She believes in him

And we brought back his relationship with Carl. A lot of the shit he does at different points make so much sense when you think that deep inside he still hears the voice of this father that never believed in him, and who never valued his accomplishments

(Why do all that showing off once he got his King in Black powers? Why focus so much on how *he* could free worlds and end wars to the point of abandoning his family? That’s not greed for power, that is trying to show he can do it, he can accomplish things, he can make the world better, can you see it now, Dad?)

(I am forever bitter about that one thing I read. Eddie has not always been defined by wanting more power, even when he wants power it’s not for power’s sake. He wants attention, he wants people to see him as a hero, he wants to be the guy who was of invaluable help to cure all of New York, he wants people to thank Venom instead of running away in fear. He is a deeply insecure man.)

And we see a bit of where things can go wrong for these two

It’s nice that Anne is willing to be by his side even when he is not at the top, she is willing to pay for dinners that she can afford but he can’t. All she wants is to see that he is trying, that he is working. I don’t think he would have needed to take a shortcut like the deal with Jack O’Lantern or the lies about the Sin Eater. I think she would have been there for him as he took the honest, slow way. But his insecurities make him unmotivated to do this work, make him sabotage himself, and she can’t help him if he’s not even trying

This man seriously needed therapy (instead he got a new spouse who supported him unconditionally and made that everyone’s problem)

7.0 not pulling his punches here. He knows himself, he knows how to motivate

And then Light Eddie did the shapeshifting thing again. It looks so ugly, I really can’t

Looking forward to see what this dumbass will do now