#movie based

[bakageta]

The first of many WIPs to be posted! This one does get explicit later on, but I haven't included that part here. I'll reblog with a link to the whole fic on AO3. It's also a gift fic for @vexbatch for @fandomtrumpshate I hope you enjoy it! Questions Explicit 5.8k words

Starting over sucked. And yeah, technically, Eddie wasn’t starting completely over—their reputation had recovered somewhat after they’d been proven right—but the transfer from spoken word to written word wasn’t without problems. They’d written much of the scripts for The Brock Report, but articles were different. Articles varied by type, by scope, by publication. Editing wasn’t just done for quality or length but also for page layout in a paper or for ad breaks on a website; things Eddie wasn’t used to accounting for.

It was an intimidating shift, not helped by the fact that they’d somehow managed to secure a job with CIR, the Center for Investigative Reporting. They’d been popular with their show on MNBN, but with CIR Eddie would have the opportunity to cover things on a much larger stage. Only— they had to not fuck everything up.

You will not fuck everything up. Venom rolled over into awareness in Eddie’s mind as they made their way out of CIR’s glass and brick offices and towards the parking deck they’d left their motorcycle in. Their symbiote had done a good job of letting them focus on the meeting with CIR’s editors.

They flushed. It must’ve been the temperature change from the air conditioned building to outside summer heat. “Thought I was a loser, huh?”

In most things, yes, Venom agreed matter-of-factly, drawing an offended squawk from Eddie. But this you are good at.

“Ah— thanks? Thanks.” Eddie ran a hand through their hair awkwardly, but they couldn’t help their pleased grin. “Means a lot coming from the alien slime who lives in my stomach.”

They expected Venom to posture or at least grumble about the alien slime comment, instead their symbiote hummed against their spine in a content sigh. Better.

“Better?” Eddie wondered. They’d finally reached their motorcycle, and when Venom made no immediate response, they slipped on the helmet Venom disliked, revved the engine, and kicked the bike into gear.

They’d tried to time their meeting to miss out on the worst of the Bay Area traffic on their way home from Emeryville and hadn’t been entirely successful. Ahead of them, the cars slowed to a crawl, forcing Eddie to weave the bike's front tire back and forth in an effort to keep momentum as they slowed. It was a lost cause; eventually Eddie had to plant their feet on the interstate.

Times like this they almost regretted the motorcycle. A car would have at least had air conditioning.

We could swim, Venom pointed out, focusing Eddie’s eyes off to the side of the Bay Bridge ahead.

“We’d have to come back for the bike,” Eddie pointed out instead of flatly refusing. They’d quickly learned that Venom usually accepted reasoning, so long as the reasoning made sense.

That is not a no.

"Also not a yes." They crept closer to the base of the bridge. It would be better once they got on it. There would be a breeze.

Venom grumbled in Eddie’s head, but not in any sort of verbal way. It felt more like poking an old bruise to see if it was still there. At least let me be our helmet. We will be cooler.

"Sure." They pulled their helmet off and tucked it into the cargo netting on the tail of their motorcycle. Compromise was good, and anyone who caught sight of them as their symbiote formed over their head probably wouldn't believe their eyes.

Venom swept out from the base of Eddie’s skull in a cool wave over their scalp, face, and around their jaw. For a moment they were blinded, then the span of their symbiote’s glossy, white eyespots opened on the front of their false helmet and they could see. Their field of view was wider like this, and Venom helped compensate for the difference, soothing away the contradictions irritating their neurons. The perpetual toothy grin of their masked head unfurled along their jaw. Immediately, they felt cooler.

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[turnipoddity]

I’m never gonna dance again,

the way I danced with you 💃✨🕺✨🥀

[kerrste]

I can’t beleive they just walked around like this for the whole movie

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[spookberry]

Its past their bedtime

[joneevarts]

Right in front of her salad

Just realized I forgot to draw the blush ;-;

[theerurishipper]

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I tried something new

Part 1 -> Part 2

Masterpost

[thirstywaffles]

Coming soon in theaters near you

[opt1gan]

Smbp !!!

[papiercranes]

before the hammock 🍃

[currentlyonstandbi]

i dont care what kind of lore they're coming up with for that zepotha film or whatever the fuck over on tiktok, nothing will ever come close to the fact goncharov was spawned entirely from a label on a boot

[prokopetz]

The fascinating thing about these two adaptations is that they're both equally horny for the doctor, but, like, in diametrically opposite ways.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[glossc1]

apollo, achilles, and the death of troilus. REACH OUT, TOUCH FAITH.