#while completely ignoring poor brock

[love-is-a-pearl]

Thoughts on the glorious tag battle opening of Jewel of Life? It really highlights Dawn and Ash synchronization when it comes to tag battles

https://youtu.be/7MSrPb2ARXw?si=onRI7PsWnlQ1NVbX

Peak cinema. Pikachu and Piplup being in total sync is so nice. I love how they act pretty much as one and how that extends to their trainers. Just marvelous. Makes me miss double battles in the anime so much QwQ

I really adore the whole opening sequence in this movie. It came at a point in DP where it was really obvious how close Ash and Dawn are and they really leaned on that for this movie opening AND I EAT THAT UP

Can I gush over how much I LOVE that is Ash that starts the water fight?????? HE never does that!? He can get playful when it's pokemon, but people?? It's very rare!

It really shows how comfortable he feels with her, not a hint of fear of stepping over their bondaries or she getting angry. Compare that with the likes of how he pranked Misty in the ghost tower only because she wouldn't ever know it was him or the Anabel water fight that was started because of him playing with Corphish instead, how even in the crescelia mini arc epilogue we don't see Ash "fight back" at Goh's water attacks. Is just such a simple and effective showcase of how close they are and I love it so much.

Also I love Brock's "I know what you are" face here.

[weneepie]

neighbours w/ eddie brock & venom rules | m.list

note. yes i saw the last Venom movie and no i'm not okay, but let's act like everything's fine okay? <3 feel free to request!

You had been living in the apartment for a while now, and as you weren’t really the type to sympathise with people, you had no idea who your own neighbours were. Until one of them became way too loud for you to ignore. 

It wasn’t like you were doing a really difficult job, even if it was still debatable. Being a writer was making you stay up all night long to keep writing your book with the hope of finally being able to finish it and, one day, find an editor. But the guy living next to you? He was making things impossible for you. 

You had decided to let it pass, hoping that it would simply stop by itself ; but it didn’t. Actually, you could swear it had become worse by the time. So one night, you decided that it was already more than enough, and you left your place to come knock at his door. 

You heard sounds of stuff breaking, a guy talking by himself, until he finally opened the door. He was all alone, and he seemed to be anything but okay. The guy was sweating in his grey hoodie, and he looked completely exhausted. You frowned slightly when he offered you an awkward smile. 

“Hi, I’m sorry about the noise.” He started, and you could only sighed at his words. How could you be angry at a poor guy who seemed to be just as in a bad state as you right now? You slowly shook your hand. “It’s fine, just try to be careful. I’m not sleeping much, but it’s hard to focus with all the noise you’re making.” 

You met his gaze when you heard him murmuring something. What was his problem? You were trying to be nice, there was no way he was really speaking under his breath. “Excuse me?” You asked with an eyebrow raised, and the guy quickly looked back at you. “No, nothing! Sorry again.” And with that, the conversation was over. 

After the ‘incident’, it was always like fate wanted you to meet your neighbour more often than it was the case before. In the elevator, when you were going out of your apartment to put the trash out ; anything. By the time, you learnt that your neighbour’s name was Eddie, and that he was a journalist. Both of you weren’t doing the same job, but you had the same troubles so it felt easy to talk with him, even though Eddie was a bit… strange. 

It was almost like he was never fully comfortable, something being awkward with him all the time. You might have sounded crazy, but you could swear it was like he was never alone in his own mind. Eddie was the type to talk to himself, in a whisper or louder than expected sometimes. You learnt to deal with it, but you couldn’t get out of your head this silly idea that Eddie was hiding something from you. 

One night, after some friends almost forced you to go out with them at the bar, you were walking alone in the street to go back to your apartment. You weren’t even tipsy, as drinking wasn’t much your thing, so you were sure that the noises you heard behind you were more than real. You tried to walk faster, but it was obviously not enough. Soon, your wrist was held by a complete stranger trying to get you to come with him. 

You didn’t have much time to fight him back, because he flew away suddenly. You opened your eyes wide, following his figure crashing in the wall, not understanding what had just happened before your eyes. It didn’t make much more sense when you looked back at where he was before and saw a large dark figure standing in front of you. 

Large white eyes, and even larger teeth going out of a stupidly wide mouth ; you were sure you were about to die here and now. The monster tilted his head to the side, examining your figure before it kind of smiled, making it even creepier than before. “The little human shouldn’t walk alone so late.” His voice was deep, deeper than anything you ever heard in your life before. 

“We’ll walk you back,” it said, and you weren’t sure if you really had the choice to refuse the offer. At least, he didn’t want to eat you alive, it was a good start. “Eddie says you’re nice, and we agree with him.” 

Wait… Eddie? You looked back at the creature with a frown, and you could swear you heard someone yell at the monster under all of those muscles. “Eddie says we can’t tell you he’s here, but he’s hidden,” said the black monster. The more he spoke, and the less you understood what was going on. Until it revealed you the truth hidden for so long. 

The dark figure disappeared, only to leave you in front of your neighbour, Eddie Brock, a black head with sort of tentacles going out of his shoulder. You blinked a few times, completely at loss of words. Eddie had this awkward smile on his lips, trying to find the right words. The silence felt like an eternity, so many thoughts flooding in your mind. 

“That’s Venom. You weren’t supposed to meet him, or to know he was… well, me? Kinda.” You frowned, your eyes now locked on Eddie’s face who wasn’t helping you at all to understand everything. “Venom? You have an alien inside of you?” You almost snapped at him, the confusion too strong to think straight. “

“A symbiote, but yeah, technically an alien,” he said, and a sigh escaped your lips. You had so many questions ; and now that you knew, you weren’t going to give Eddie the choice to explain everything or not. You needed to know what was really happening, and how it was even possible. 

This is how you ended up staying almost the whole night at Eddie’s place, with him and the symbiote explaining to you the situation. You quickly understood that it wasn’t a simple possession ; Eddie was a host and they both had this kind of situationship a bit weird that was going on. Venom was way less terrifying now that you saw him bickering with your neighbour. You could almost think he was fun, but it was too early for this. 

But after this, you started to spend even more time with your neighbour. Him and his symbiote, of course. Sometimes, when they were fighting too much, Venom would leave his host to come hide with you for some time. Not too long, because hurting you was the last thing he wanted, but enough to run away from Eddie. The man was never too worried, because he knew exactly where his stupid symbiote was. 

It was a weird dynamic between the three of you, but it was something which was working pretty well. You were spending hours and hours at Eddie’s place to write while he was working on his articles, and Venom would alway complain about how boring it was to have you both working at the same time while he had nothing to do. The symbiote was an attention seeker, you learnt that quickly. 

And when things began to evolve between you and Eddie, you knew Venom would always be implicated too. You didn’t expect to be in a relationship so soon, but even less in a polyamorous thing with a man and an alien. But nothing could go wrong, right? There was absolutely no reason to be worried, or at least it was what you were trying to say to yourself. 

But you were right. It was, actually, even better than what you had imagined. Eddie was the sweetest man you ever met, always taking care of everything for you and making sure you were doing good. It was probably the most safe and sane relationship you ever had, and it was strange to say that. Because Venom was the same, in his way. 

He was a bit clumsy, most of the time, but he was always trying his best. You never felt uncomfortable, even if he could be pretty bold or franc sometimes. It was part of his charm, you had to say. When he started to share his chocolate with you, you knew he was doing the biggest step to someone in his whole life. 

After all, it wasn’t so bad to be living in this shitty apartment.

thank you for reading!

[dreorig]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Can you see what I see?

You and Eddie have been friends for a while now, but you never told him about your schizophrenia as you thought that was unnecessary — until you saw Eddie talking to an alien head attached to his shoulder.

Content/Warnings: eddie brock x male reader | mainly comedy | talk about hallucinations | the slightest mention of prejudice | some violent words. you know, it's venom | not really fluff but kinda. not sure how to label this | nsfw language | suggestive content

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: i'm on the schizophrenic spectrum and this is self indulgent, sorry not sorry. sometimes i see things that you're not supposed to see and i just fuck with it, which made me think that i wouldn't really freak out seeing venom. and now we're here. there's no smut or anything but eddie's a bottom i gotta say (i feel it in my heart). it's mostly silly because we might face the horrors™ but we stay silly. enjoy heheh :)

You had decided to visit a new friend of yours (possibly a crush?), Eddie Brock. It's not like you had anything better to do.

Approaching his door, you just pushed it open, knowing such formalities as knocking on the door were inexistent between you both already. Right away you saw Eddie sitting on the couch, playing what was undoubtedly Yakuza — handsome and with a good taste in games, of course you wanted to kiss him each time you caught yourself staring at him. Oh, he also had a weird alien-looking head popping out of his shoulder talking about a delicious brain it had eaten once. You just shrugged.

"Hi, Eddie!" you closed the door behind you, walking towards the kitchen in hope of finding a clean glass because you were thirsty as hell. "Dear God, this house is a mess! Mine's probably worse, though."

Hey, you found the glass!

"Y/N, what are you doing here?!" Eddie asked with a very alarmed voice, following you.

"Eat him!" you heard the head shout.

"Stop that already! He's my friend! I'm not eating him!"

You stared in confusion as you saw Eddie arguing with the head. You leaned against the wall, rather bored, waiting for it to go away. You sipped your water instead of saying anything, perhaps that cold water was just what you needed. Eddie didn't need to get dragged into the mess that was your mind. Just a little bit and the hallucination would go away.

Eddie suddenly stopped saying anything, unlike the head, and looked at you in some sort of shock, which was cool because it looked like you were finally slipping back into reality and seeing what Eddie was really doing and saying.

Wait— shit, if Eddie was staring at you like that then maybe you said something without noticing? It was okay, you could just play it cool. You smiled and raised your cup, "What? Can't a guy drink his friend's water?"

"You… you're not scared?" Eddie asked, looking like he had seen a ghost.

Oh, okay, you definitely muttered something about your hallucination without noticing. What good would it do trying to gaslight him into believing you said nothing now? You should just say the truth.

"Nah, not really. Years ago I would be but it's just a part of my everyday life now. Nothing to worry about. Sorry if I scared you."

"Y/N, I don't—"

"You? Scary? He's funny, Eddie. I told you to not eat him."

You began, completely ignoring Eddie and looking at the head, "Look,— can't believe I'm arguing with an alien head that is not even real— most people are just normal with normal minds and normal thoughts, like Eddie. What normal person wouldn't be alarmed if I suddenly said I'm seeing a freaking alien head attached to him out of the blue? It's not even like I'm a cool dude with abilities that let me talk to ghosts like Norman or anything, you're just another hallucination."

Now imagine how confused poor Eddie was. Hallucinations? Normal people? Eddie being a normal person? Who even was Norman? He wanted to understand what was going on but with you and Venom arguing it was almost impossible.

"I'm real! And I'm not an alien!" the head shouted, sounding very insulted. "I take it back, let's eat him!"

Eddie has had enough, so he tried his best to just whisper, "Venom, would you just shut up for once and let us talk?!'

"Fine, but keep it in mind that if he offends me again I'll rip him apart and eat his brain with chopsticks!"

You stuck your tongue out to the alien as childish as you could and it did the same — why was its tongue so long?!

Eddie just sighed as Venom finally disappeared. He was really confused. What were you talking about? Were you an agent? Perhaps you had your own symbiote? Could be the only reasons why you weren't scared at all. He got closer to you, putting his hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

"Y/N, you're not scared of what you saw, right?"

"Nope."

"And you've seen it before?"

"Yep."

"Then you know what it is, right?"

"Duhh, of course. Another hallucination of mine."

"You have hallucinations?"

"Yeah," you chucked. "Every now and then. It's not a symptom that affects me too much, though."

"Symptom?" he tilted his head. "Of what?"

"Oh well, I haven't told you but I have schizophrenia. Before you say anything, I swear that I'm not violent or a threat and that's just some really hurtful prejudice people still have against us that—"

"Y/N," Eddie released your shoulders to hold your hands. "Right now, I'm the last person who could say anything. And honestly, It's not something that bothers me in the slightest."

"Hah, he's insane just like you, Eddie!"

You put a hand on your hip, pointing a finger to nowhere specific, "Hey, you! I don't know where you are but don't you talk about Eddie like that!"

"Ah, so…" Eddie cracked an embarrassed smile. "I'm afraid he's kind of right, I'm not the most sane person at all. And that's why I was so shocked when you opened the door."

"He? What," your eyes widened. "Dude, so you really heard that voice, too?! And I'm just not hallucinating you arguing with that head?!"

"I did, yes. Now you understand my surprise in seeing you? I know what I'm going to tell you sounds like a very crazy story but you gotta believe me."

"Man, haven't I just told you I'm a schizo? Nothing sounds crazy to me. Spit it out because now I'm hella curious."

Eddie hardly knew how to behave. You were the first person to see him talking to his symbiote without thinking he was completely insane and screaming or paralysing after seeing Venom himself. In fact, you looked like a child who was very excited to hear what cool story his parents had to tell him this time.

"What you saw is a symbiote, his name is Venom and we're… kind of bonded. You see, he needs a host and that's how I ended up in this position. I won't hurt you— hell, I'd never. You just can't tell this to anyone, please."

"That's so cool, dude!" You grinned wide. "You don't sweat it, my mouth is sealed! Do you mind if I ask you a few things?"

"It's the least I could do." He chuckled. "Go on."

"You control the symbiote?"

"Not exactly? It's more of a mutual work. Although he takes control over me sometimes, this stubborn creature."

"You're just too soft, Eddie! I gotta do everything myself!"

Only then you remembered the symbiote could talk. You asked, "Hey, Venom, would you mind showing up? Please?" 

"Ohh, then Eddie says the same I did and now you suddenly think I'm real? Don't feel like doing so."

"Oh, c'mon! Pretty please? I wanna apologise."

Within seconds Eddie was completely enveloped by the tall and imposing symbiote, who crossed his arms. "You better."

You were beaming with happiness. What a magnificent day. When would you be able to look at a symbiote so closely again?

"Venom, buddy, you're amazing! Truly! I'm sorry for calling you an alien and doubting your existence. You must understand I'm a little out of touch with reality sometimes and I thought you were part of this mess. Now I'm very aware of who you are, though. Are we okay?" you offered Venom a hand shake.

Instead of shaking your hand, he picked you up and hugged you tight. "Hah, I like you, little man! No wonder why Eddie wants you to kiss him."

As if you weren't already happy enough. You smirked, "He does?"

"He does!"

Eddie could advocate for himself but he was so embarrassed that now he preferred being in full Venom mode, this way you wouldn't see his clearly red face.

"Venom, would you mind letting me see Eddie again? Please? I need his help with something."

"More like he needs your help."

Venom let go of you, then just like he had appeared, he disappeared and Eddie was the one in front of you again. He looked so cute with his flustered face that for a moment all you could think about was how even cuter he would look bouncing on your cock.

"Hi, Eddie. Heard you wanted me to kiss you," you took a step closer, having your face just a few inches away from his.

"I- I mean… perhaps? Maybe. I do, yes. Only if you want," Eddie avoided your gaze when he mumbled.

You held his waist and gently pushed him against the island, making Eddie gasp softly when his back hit the cold marble of the countertop.

"Oh, I do. I want to kiss your hands, your forehead, your cheeks, your neck and, last but not least, your lips. I want to kiss you everywhere. And do a few more things other than that if you allow me to."

Eddie felt his hands shake in anticipation as he wrapped them around your neck and closed his eyes. "Fuck, yes, please."

You chuckled before finally leaning in to kiss Eddie.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

His Favorite Problem

Eddie Brock x (f)mutant reader

Summary: A night out at the club turns a little sour for Eddie, however the next day is a lot more promising for everyone.

Warning: chaos and fun and venom is there too, ayo we gots some fluff, and a smidge of smut

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Eddie sits at a booth, patiently awaiting your return when he hears a little commotion from the bar area behind him. This is quickly ignored until he hears you swear at some poor idiot, thus cues the sound of breaking glass and a man screaming.

"Eddie I believe Y/N is causing a scene."

"She's what?"

"Behind you. Observe."

Eddie's brows furrow as he turns around to witness you holding up a guy by his jackets collar, "Oh shit." He mutters, not attempting to stop you though.

There you are, scaring the absolute piss out of some douchebag who's looking rather shocked at your impeccable strength. He says something you don't appear to like and with that do you throw is sorry ass into a wall, knocking down a picture in the process.

The man, clearly dazed, stumbles to his feet as you take a shot before he decides to rush you. This however goes just about as well as you'd expect a fight to go between two drunk people at a bar. When he just about reaches you do you turn to the side, sticking a foot out to trip him.

This man falls and he falls hard, when he rises is there a deep gash in his chin that's gushing blood. He holds it and runs to the bathroom as his friends go after him, one however chooses to stay and have some choice words with you. Bad, very very bad idea.

Eddie's on his feet in a second, he pushes past people standing in his way as he tries to reach you before you send another person to the ER tonight. "Scuse me. Pardon me, coming through. Move, sorry, yes move..come on." He urges people as they part for him.

"Eddie I could get us there faster."

"Nope. This place has already had enough fun tonight."

"But they could use more fun."

"No, they definitely could not."

He slips past another couple tables of drunken people before reaching your side just as the other friend comes up to you. Looking rightfully pissed off, "Now I don't know what kind of freak you are." Starts the man, "But that shits fucked."

"He tried to touch me." You growl, "I don't like being touched by a rat."

The man opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by Eddie, "Hey man, I am so so sorry about her she's just, off the rocker again."

Oh he did not just say that.

Gripping onto Eddie's bicep hard, do you smile charmingly at the idiot in front of you, "That is rude and completely false, also you're friend is a piece of horseshit and so are you so choke on that bitch I'm going home." You're too drunk to care at this point things are just coming out of your mouth faster then you can think.

Eddie swallows at how hard your grasp is on his muscle, he smiles apologetically at you while he's gifted with a nasty glare. You let go, leaving them both by the bar without another word, not even turning around when you're called a bad name by the asshole who started it all. Eddie knows how much he's just fucked up, that was one hundred percent not the correct words to handle in any situation.

"Eddie what are you doing?" Asks Venom as he watches you head towards the exit of the club.

"Trying to let her cool down first."

"Is that because you have offended the one you love?"

Eddie purses his lips together regretfully, "Yep."

"That was really a shit thing to do then. We love Y/N, she is kind and fun, go apologize now."

Eddie sighs, "She'd kick my ass."

"But she would kick it less if you apologized first. I think you just kicked her in the heart, that hurts more." Reasons Venom as you disappear into the crowd.

Eddie feels worse at this, he knows you're drunk and he knows how much you value your personal space and don't like being talked down to either. The arm grip told it all, the glare was the final touch, you're mad and this isn't an annoyed mad. This is a hurtful anger brewing in your mind and heart, you're going to fuck something up and it's going to be his fault.

"Shit. Fine, fine, I'll go after her."

"And apologize?"

"Yes, and do that." He mutters before walking through the crowd to find the exit. And of course you. Hopefully you haven't fractured a curious homeless man's arm in the process. ——

Off your rocker? Off your fucking rocker? Who does he think he is to say such a thing to you? Bastard should be in the psych ward for all the weird shit he's done in the past, and he's technically not even crazy but that's besides the point. Well then again neither are you, you're just a bit temperamental at times when provoked. Like now.

It's not your fault really, kind of a side effect of your mutation actually. The high emotions, the aggression, the sensitivity to everyone and everything around you. Your world is in hyper focus after all, always has been since the day your powers woke up inside you. All it took was your mean little shitstick of a cousin to throw a rock at you when you were the ripe old age of nine.

You'd always been a bit stronger then usual anyways, a little faster, a little more perceptive. But when her face sneered at you, when her friends laughed, and when that fucking tiny rock smacked against your temple did everything change. Your mutation evolved from a single traumatic event and well.

Many many years later here you are. A fierce woman with an incredibly deadly power and a boyfriend who's not only the sweetest guy alive but an absolute dipshit. Oh and his symbiote. You guess that's just how it is sometimes.

A stubborn badass, her chaotic boyfriend, and a alien symbiote from outer space. Completely normal, right? Right.....probably.

Slamming the exit door open do you walk out into the alley before stumbling into the opposite brick wall. With the noise gone and the smells kept inside does your senses have a chance to settle. However your world is kinda spinning, legs feel wobbly like jello, head in the clouds. It's like you're almost floating, your senses dulled by the intoxication.

Cars pass to your right as you turn to face the street of bright glaring lights of all kinds of colors from street posts to store shops. Your mind draws back to the thought of home, warm in your bed with Eddie. No. Fuck him, fuck him? No no no, do not fuck him. Not tonight at least. He said a mean thing to you, thoughtless and ignorant. You're not crazy, you're off your goddamn rocker, you don't need medication for being a mutant.

Fuck him.

The next time you blink are you in front of a pawn shop, the sign saying closed shines bright in a glowing green neon light. You want to go in but choose against this, turning down the sidewalk towards the direction of your apartment somewhere east is what you do instead. People pass by as well as more shops and whatever else restaurants until you get halfway across an alleyways opening.

Movement captures your attention along with a nasty smell of B.O. and garlic, you halt in your tracks, well kind of stumbling a second before giggling to yourself for no real reason. Then your eyes turn to find a homeless man with his hands in a trash can, dirty face locked onto you. He smiles oddly before slowly taking his hand out of the trash. You're glad it's just the trash can and nothing else.

"Hello there pretty girl." Waves the man, taking a slow step towards you, if not for his current unruly appearance maybe he could look half decent. Maybe.

Your brows furrow as you try and concentrate the best you can, "Dun't tooch meh." You slur, eyes narrowing at him as you try to focus the best you possibly can.

He smirks, "Why'd I do that?"

"Be-cuse." You mutter, vision blurry.

"What if I wanna?" He asks, "What you gonna do then about that?"

"I'm go'in to rip'ot your throat."

The homeless man's sly smile turns into an unsettled one at this. He takes a step back, "Oh, uh. Okay then." Clearly more weirded out by your reply then he'd been anticipating.

You take a shaky step forward, "You scared of someth'in?"

"Uh."

"I think...I think I'll just tear you open right now. Com'er you fucker.."

"Y/N there you are." Says the relieved voice of Eddie as he races to your side, eyes on the shady homeless man in the dark alley as he gives him a double take, "Oh uh, who's your new friend?"

"I'm planning on killing him. Leave me alone you asshole." You mumble to his face, pushing his shoulder just a little though that does absolutely nothing to phase him.

His brows furrow in deep concern at this, "What? No, no, you're not going to do that. Y/N that's very illegal."

"Eddie I would like to eat this man then." Adds Venom. "I think he was going to harm Y/N, well, not that he could but he might have tried."

Eddie completely ignores this to instead set a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Y/N, babe let's go home okay? I'll make you a warm bath.."

"You can drown in it. I'm going home by myself." You snap before shoving him off your shoulder and stomping away from the sidewalk, pushing a poor innocent man out of your way in the process. He yelps, falling into a bush as you walk off uncaring and a bit oblivious.

"Y/N!" Calls Eddie as you look back before sticking your tongue out at him and fast walking away as he yells back, "Y/N if this is about the thing I said in the club I'm sorry!"

"Eddie she appears to be angry still. That apology was terrible."

He sighs, "Yeah I know, I know. Fuck she's just walking away faster."

"Well that is what happens when someone is irritated with another."

"Shut up." He mutters before running down the sidewalk after you. "Don't say another word."

When you pass by another group of oblivious strangers  does a hand grasp onto your right shoulder, in a second have you snatched the mans forearm before launching him across the sidewalk like a ragdoll. The flailing body of Eddie flies through the air towards a glass window when Venom grabs onto a tree, saving Eddie from a glass shower most certainly about to give him a terrible pain. You glare at them both as Venom's black inky tentacles bring Eddie to the ground safe and sound.

Venom's head comes out to look at you with those two big wiggly white eyes, "Y/N that was violent." He's greeted by a deadly glare that causes him to recoil a bit.

"Eat shit." You mutter.

The symbiote gives Eddie a glance before looking back to you again, "But he is sorry."

Your irritated face looks to Venom now, "Eddie can shove that sorry up is ass and like it." You snap before sauntering off down the sidewalk once again. God does he feel terrible for causing all of this, you where having a fun time and he had to slip up and say something stupid. Of course...maybe Venom's right. He does push away everyone that he loves, even you.

Stupid Eddie, stupid Venom...okay not stupid Venom he's fine but fuck Eddie. Dickhead just needs to stay away before you do something you'll regret in the morning. You're probably not going to remember a single fucking thing from tonight but who cares, you want to get home and you're mad at him so whatever. He can follow you like a lost puppy for all you care, as long as he stays out of the way, he's fine.

Unfortunately this doesn't happen when after a couple minutes later of peacefully wandering down the street so close to your apartment too does Eddie find himself at your side. You don't even look over at him, nope, nothing at all. Not even when he calls to you will you look at him, you want to, but you can't. You won't let him off this easy.

Eddie frowns as he glances at you, "Y/N, please look at me."

"Eddie she does not want to talk to you."

"Y/N I'm sorry."

"Eddie Y/N doesn't want to talk."

"Babe come on."

"Eddie she will harm you." Warns Venom, "And I will let her." Eddie ignores this.

Half stumbling down the side alley where the window to your apartment is located a few stories above the street do you make it your mission to not even acknowledge him one single bit. But this man won't keep talking and talking, babbling about something for you or about you he just won't shut the fuck up. You're too fucked up yourself to take it a second more.

Stopping in your tracks with a little wobble in your step does Eddie almost walk straight into you, his body quickly steps to the side on your right before his eyes are on you once again. You purse your lips together and glare at him, "Will you shut up?"

"Eddie that's actually a good idea."

Eddie sighs, "Y/N I'm really sorry about what I said at the club. I really.."

"Shhhh." Your pointer finger is held up to his lips, creating a shushing motion which causes him to not say another word as his face shows confusion. "You hear that?" Eddie shakes his head as you remove your finger from his lips to smirk slyly at him, "It's the sound of you shutting the fuck up."

Venom bursts into a hearty laughter from within Eddie as the man gives you a deadpanned regretful expression, you really are pissed at him. He licks his lips before biting the bottom one as you pout at him like a child when a second later does your face change to a deeply uncomfortable one. He knows exactly what that means as his face shifts to concern.

"Y/N.."

You wave him off, stepping to the side do you hunch over and release your dinner upon the bricks and concrete of the city's flooring. As well as a lot of previously consumed alcohol; you hurl away as Venom watches in curiosity. "Eddie is Y/N alright? She is vomiting."

"Yeah....yeah, I know." He can't help but make a face as you finish up your painting on the ground of whatever the hell you ate earlier. He feels even worse now.

"Eddie she looks kind of shit."

He blinks, "She never looks like shit, but she probably feels like it." He says while you wipe your mouth off with the side of your jacket sleeve.

Your eyes are on them in a second, "The fuck are you two dickheads talking about?"

Eddie's brows furrow as his lips turn into a frown, "You need a shower."

"I don't need another thing from you."

He shakes his head at your stubbornness, "Come here, I'll help you get inside the building." He says, reaching a hand out as you hiss and back away before your bum makes contact with his bike. Eddie watches as you look back and glare like it's your job, "Babe don't." Your eyes darken when your hand goes out to smack the motorbike off its kickstand and right onto the hard cement.

"You were saying?" He wants to snatch you right up and kiss your annoyed face but that's clearly not going to happen.

"Please, just...come with me." He mutters, "I'll sleep on the couch, just..lets go inside now okay?"

"No." You pout, "I'm staying right here."

Eddie rolls his eyes at you, he did cause this after all; he takes a cautious step forward, "Babe, I'm sorry and I know you're gonna feel even worse tomorrow so please, let's go inside and let's get you to bed." He takes another step closer, reaching a hand slowly out when without warning do you jump forward to shove him to the side.

Eddie grunts as he falls onto his butt, watching in bewilderment as you jump from the ground level to the second floor metal balcony. You then grip the steel bar above before pulling yourself up onto your apartment's balcony and looking back down at him and Venom. Your smiling face then shifts to the same one you made right before puking then back to a normal facial feature once again. Luckily your swift wave of nauseousness is gone.

Eddie stands up, eyes onto you the whole time as he sets his hands onto his hips, "Y/N!" He calls after you.

"What!"

"Why'd you do that!"

"Because fuck you that's why!" You shout with drunken laughter. He would have laughed too if not for the current situation.

Venom chuckles as Eddie shakes his head and smirks as a new thought comes into his mind, "How you getting inside?" Your adorable drunken grin changes to a thoughtful one as you try and process this information, at last do you look from the locked window to Eddie and then back to the locked window. His eyes widen, "Babe don't you do it! Don't fucking break that window! Y/N you're better then that!" He yells desperately as Venom continues to giggle like a little school girl. God you two are so entertaining to the symbiote.

Your hands grasp onto the side of the balcony as you stick your tongue out at him like a little kid on too much sugar, "What are you gonna do about it!" You taunt at your boyfriend standing down below you.

He purses his lips together, "Uh....Y/N, please just don't break the glass."

You tilt your head up at him, looking like a queen standing high upon her balcony, "Well now I want to." And just as you've warned him does your fist clash with the window's glass. It shatters on impact and Eddie's heart sinks when you let out a pained cry, you're clearly not even in your right mind but that doesn't matter now. You're too damn chaotic for your own good.

Your body soon disappears inside the broken window to yours and his apartment, leaving himself and Venom alone on the side alleyway. "Eddie she broke the window."

"Yeah, I know."

"Is this a bad time to tell you that I was the one who cracked it."

Eddie's brows furrow in puzzlement, "You did that?"

"I did. Y/N challenged me to throwing darts and I could not decline the offer."

"Where the hell was I?"

"You where taking a nap. You are a very heavy sleeper I will add." Admits Venom, "Like, huge."

"Shit." Mumbles Eddie.

"Yes. Shit. But even more shit is the fact that our window is smashed."

Eddie presses a hand to his face, dragging it down when his gaze falls back onto the broken window, "She'll be the death of me I swear."

"A good death?" Asks Venom as he watches Eddie study the window above where you just crawled through.

He sighs, "The best."

——

Your eyes slowly open to a darkened room, head fuzzy and pounding with an intense headache and a mouth that feels as dry as the Sahara desert. You take in a deep breath, eyes blinking back the bleariness of your current hangover at whatever fucking time it is right now. You whole body feels like it's just ran an entire marathon last night and now you don't even know if you want to exit this bed. However the overabundant urge to pee and find some water forces yourself to leave the blissful comfort of your warm cocoon.

Throwing a blanket off of your legs do you let it roll onto the floor as you push yourself up by both arms, your world sways just a little. Blinking slowly once more can you now move to get out of the bed, ever grateful that Eddie closed the blinds the night before...Eddie....right. Last you'd remembered was kissing him before heading to the bar for another drink and well, you can't recall a singled thing happening after that.

Knowing you it was probably something chaotic, you're just not sure what. And telling by the fact that you're not naked and he's not in here with you can only conclude to the outcome that things must have gotten exciting and not in the way you'd prefer. Yawning, you stand and stretch like a tired old cat before heading for the bathroom where you do your thing. Dipping your face near the rushing sink water to take a little drink can you hear two people talking in the other apartment next to yours.

Turning off the faucet do you wipe your lips with the back of your hand before heading out the door, back into the comforting darkness of your apartment bedroom. Your eyes scan the ground for something to put on overtop your thin tank top and soon your gaze falls upon a sweatshirt of Eddie's that reads Happy Halloween Bitches on the front in big orange letters over the all black coloring of the cozy hoodie. One of your favorite sweatshirts of his that has become more of a you sweatshirt then his anymore.

Throwing this on you don't even care enough to put on a bra, however you do slip out of your jeans for some sweatpants that feel a lot better then what you where just wearing. Happy with your findings do you walk towards the door before stopping at the handle and taking a breath, you have a high suspicion you might have done something last night that was bad. Problem is, unfortunately you cannot recall what that might have been and at this point you're not so sure if asking Eddie will be a good idea.

Whatever, grasping the door handle do you turn the knob to slowly open up the door, walking into the vacant hallway can you tell by the sunlight coming into your apartment that it's about late afternoon. So, you've been in a heavy sleep for a long time and are still a bit hungover, goddamn how much did you actually drink? Throwing this out of your mind do you begin gingerly shuffling down the hallway until you reach the main area where the living room, kitchen, and front door is.

Sitting with their back turned to you on the couch is Eddie Brock himself, watching some Disney movie about bears, Venom with that big head of his at your boyfriend's side. Seemingly also engaged with the film, your eyes then take notice of the window on their left that's covered by a plastic wrap. It almost appears to breath with the movement of the wind against it, you don't make a sound as you stare at the conundrum most certainly caused by...uh, you?

You take a small step further into the apartment space towards the kitchen, then another and another to slowly trail your way to get some water without them noticing you. You're able to get a cup out of the cupboard and bring it to the sink when the dramatic cough of Venom causes you to freeze in your tracks. Not even looking over at them do you push the facet on, filling up your cup to almost the top before turning it off to ever so slowly turn to them.

Both Eddie and Venom watch you do this, he smiles mischievously at you as you hold up a finger and drink your water to the bottom of the cup. Once done, you set it onto the counter and purse your lips together, truly feeling that awkward tension, "So uh, how's it going?"

Eddie shakes his head at you in a playful manner, "Good evening." He muses before nodding towards the covered window, "You know anything about that?"

Your eyes dart from him to the window and back to him again, "Uh, good question. Actually I don't but by that look on your face I feel you can tell me."

"Y/N you were very drunk last night and broke the window with one punch." Says Venom as you internally cringe at that.

"Shit." Is all you're able to mutter, "Do I even want to know what else I did?"

"Probably not." Adds Eddie, "I don't think you'd appreciate yourself very much...or uh, me."

"Why's that? You say something drunk me didn't like?"

He gives a regret filled little nod, "Yeah."

"Sounds about right. And I don't even care anymore, I feel like doo doo and I'm so fucking hungry I could kill something."

"Y/N I could do that too. We should hunt together."

"V we're not gonna do that." You chuckle while walking out of the kitchen to where Eddie is seated on the couch, "But I was thinking something cold and not greasy. What about you?"

Eddie's smile fully returns as you saunter on over to him, he holds an arm out as you find a place right at his side. He hugs you close when you curl up next to him like a tired kitten, eyes big and beautiful as they look up into his. "Cold and not greasy? So no burgers then, I can do that."

"Well I like burgers." Protests Venom who's completely ignored.

You and Eddie just keep your eyes onto one another, your one hand reaches across his broad chest to rest upon his shoulder. While your other one lazily rests on the other as he holds you with one arm. The other hand gently laying against your thigh.

"No burgers. No hot food I want something cold and tasty."

"Oh I know what's popped into that head if yours." He says, "You want sushi don't you?"

You smirk, "You know me too well."

"I know you like the weirdest stuff after a night of drinking. How's the hangover?"

"Not so bad anymore, my body deals with it faster then most. You have one at all this morning?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh, did you actually wake up before noon is what I should have asked."

"I did. And then I called someone about that window you broke, so no worries babe it'll be fixed soon."

"Damn, that's right. I'm intrigued as to how that all happened but I think we don't come back to that huh? Unless you really wanna tell me."

"Nah. I think I'll relive you of the details."

You shrug, "In that case, I believe you have some sushi in need of ordering."

"Ah shit, do I?"

"Yes."

"But I got you into bed in one piece, oh and I shut the blinds for you too. That's a lot." He adds, "I deserve something in return and it's not ordering the sushi. You're kind of a lot to deal with sometimes just saying."

"Hmm. You think you're deserving of what exactly? Come on Eddie Brock tell me your deepest desires then." You trail a finger down the side of his face where it runs across his jaw, "What do you want?" Even if you were still angry with him and remembered it all could you not keep that frustration a second more, one look at his stupidly handsome face and you're his.

Eddie's eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips for a split second, "Nothing too big. Just something small."

You take immediate notice of the shifting atmosphere, he's feeling it but with your amplified powers can you feel it even more. Oh how you could pounce on him like a tigress to devour him whole. The finger on his lower jaw tilts his head up, "Something small? Mr. Brock I don't believe you could ever deserve something small."

A spark of electricity feels as though it's shot right through him in the best way. His plush lips turn into a smirk, "You think so?"

"I know so." The hand on your thigh moves slowly upwards towards your hip where it's placed, thumb dangerously close to your V. You run a finger over his lips, "I'll give you a choice okay?"

He squeezes your hip, "Let's hear it."

You have to suppress a moan when the arm around your body presses you closer to him as his thumb runs circles in the crease of your thigh and torso. "You order that sushi right now..and since we both know it takes them half an hour to deliver. I say you take me right here."

Eddie bites his lower lip to suppress his smile at this highly compelling offer. At last does he answer, "Deal. Be right back, left my phone on the nightstand."

Your grip on his shoulder grows harder as his gaze trails from that area to you face. Your other hand cups the side of his cheek, "Be quick." You tell him breathlessly.

Eddie presses his lips to yours for a deeply intimate kiss before pulling away just as quickly, "Just don't go anywhere okay. Be right back."

You move away from him as he removes himself from your arms to get up off the couch. He turns to look down at you, your gazing up at him with those brilliant eyes of yours, face so beautiful he could just about die happy. You're truly his everything in life, second is Venom and third being his career. No one tops you.

You put him through it but it's never with any grief, you really are a wonderful person inside and out. And he's going to damn well get you that sushi before making love to you on the couch. Which is something Venom finds disgusting and weirdly unsanitary which is hilarious considering he eats raw chickens.

Eddie couldn't care less what Venom thinks when it comes to you, even if he is his best friend in the entire world and knew him first. You're his marvel and partner in crime, absolute ride or die and the only human person who's able to tolerate and handle him. You mean the universe to Eddie and he makes it his mission to show it.

The club last night annoyed Venom's hearing sensitivity but for you he went and was having a great time till the incident with that drunk guy and you. Then of course he had to say something stupid which made you angry and then that was a whole thing leading up to the now broken window. His fault in actuality.

But the thing about all this is, you truly don't care to know. Nor do you make a big deal out of it either, you'll take his word for it that you were being naturally chaotic. Which you were, but he already feels bad about getting you to that point and bringing what he said up again will make you feel bad.

Eddie absolutely doesn't want that shit at all. You're happy right now, hungry, and very very horny. There's not a chance he's going to deny you of your desires when offered to him so freely this evening. You mean the world to him, when he can show it, he's never going to miss the opportunity. Not ever.

You sit alone on the long couch as Eddie heads into the bedroom to retrieve his phone and presumably call the sushi place a couple blocks away. In the meantime do you sit cross legged on the soft cushion as the ending of Brother Bear plays out. By the time the beginning of the credits start to roll and that beautiful music begins to play does Eddie return to you.

He walks around the side of the couch with a big dumb smile pulling at his handsome face. Lips so plush you could kiss him forever if he'd let you. "Babe foods coming. They said twenty-five minutes or so." Says Eddie as he plops down on the couch next to you.

The two of you sit in silence for a short moment before your lips turn into a grin as you side eye him, "So....whatcha wanna do?" You ask casually, knowing exactly what's on his mind. The same as what's on yours.

He rests a hand on the back of the couch right near your head, "Whatever you wanna do. I can put on another movie if you wan..."

"Fuck that movie." You interrupt before pulling his face to yours, lips crashing into one another as you embrace him hungrily. Immediately are his hands all over your body, rubbing up and down as you straddle him. Lips never once leaving his, he's absolutely melted into the moment.

Poor Venom makes a gagging sound that's gone unnoticed as he fuses out of Eddie's shoulder to trail like an inky slug from the couch to the kitchen table. He wants no part in any of this business at all.

Eddie on the other hand can't help but let his hands wander under your favorite hoodie of his. Fingers finding your tank top before they touch skin underneath both clothing items, you release a little moan when he squeezes your breasts. Both hands full, he massages the plump flesh, thumbs rubbing circles against your nipples.

You smile before pulling away from him, "Just take my damn shirt off."

He breaks out into a beaming grin at this, your sweatshirt comes off and with that so do does your tank top. Giving him a proper view of your breasts that show brilliantly in the dull lighting of your shared apartment. You keep one hand on his shoulder as the other one trails though his short hair.

His lips kiss between the valley of your breasts as you tilt your head back at the feeling of his wet lips to your warm skin. His lips are gone again before a hot warmness sucks at your breast, you moan, letting yourself grind into him. He groans at the friction you're beginning to create down there.

You can feel his hardness already, this indeed makes you smile, "Already hard for me huh?" You tease as he rests his hands on the sides of your hips, giving a little sensual squeeze.

"I was when I got up to order." He says as you look at him and laugh.

"That's what I thought you little perv." You tease as Eddie shakes his head at your playfulness before capturing your lips with his once again. Oh this is going to be a far better night then the last.

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Thank you all for reading!

Tagging my fellow Eddie Brock lover: @a-girl-who-loves-disney​

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brock/petey, 9 (“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”) bc i’m feeling soft today

Also requested by @mathewtkachuk!

Prompt from here: “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” Word count: 1.6k Rating: Teen Tags to note: established relationship, pillow forts, rainy day fluff Other: This is just soft, that’s all it is. It’s soft and fluffy and so, so indulgent. Not properly edited but it is just a prompt.

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Being with Brock - loving Brock - was the easiest thing he’d ever done, easy as breathing. But sometimes Brock would look at him like this, with reverence that he didn’t deserve, and his breath would stutter in his chest.

“I’d love to build a pillow fort with you,” Brock smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

Rainy days in Vancouver weren’t uncommon; it was Vancouver. That was what Vancouver did. It rained. But thunderstorms were rare, and even rarer than that were thunderstorms on one of their days off. 

“Brock,” Elias said, prodding him awake none too gently. “Brock, wake up.”

He groaned, rolling on to his back. “Pete, it’s our day off. Let me sleep in for once.”

Elias grinned and lay down on top of him, effectively using his body weight to pin him to the mattress. Brock was soft beneath him, pliant from sleep, and he was almost tempted to say fuck it; sleepy morning sex with Brock was one of his favourite things, and they didn’t get the chance often. But he had plans, and unfortunately those plans didn’t involve sleepy morning sex in his - their - bed. Maybe - definitely - soft afternoon sex, but sleepy morning sex would have to wait for another day.

“Why are you being so mean?” Brock groaned, blinking the sleep from his eyes. 

“I have plans.”

“Do those plans involve me sleeping?”

Elias shook his head with a grin, reaching with one hand to smooth down Brock’s rather spectacular bedhead. 

“Do we at least get to have sex?”

“It's raining,” Elias said. “Thunderstorm.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Emil and I used to make a pillow - fort? - when there were thunderstorms,” Elias shrugged, now slightly embarrassed. “I know it’s stupid but -”

The smile Brock sent him was achingly soft; he had to close his eyes for a moment, had to take a deep breath.

Being with Brock - loving Brock - was the easiest thing he’d ever done, easy as breathing. But sometimes Brock would look at him like this, with reverence that he didn’t deserve, and his breath would stutter in his chest.

“I’d love to build a pillow fort with you,” Brock smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose. So fort was the correct word. “One condition.”

“What?” ‘One condition’ was always dangerous; Brock could mean anything. 

“Cheat day?” Brock said pleadingly. “I want hot chocolate.”

Elias rolled his eyes. “Of course we have hot chocolate, it would not be a pillow fort without hot chocolate.”

“Marshmallows?”

“I don’t think we have marshmallows.”

He kissed Brock’s pout away, ignoring his morning breath.

“You are on pillow duty. I will get blankets.”

“Pillow duty’s the hard part,” Brock whined

Elias stuck out his tongue. “If you had woken up earlier maybe you could do blankets.”

“I hate you.” 

“You don’t. Brush your teeth so I can kiss you.”

“Fort sex?” He sounded hopeful, puppy dog eyes lethal.

Elias rolled off of him and turned to leave. 

“That wasn’t a no,” Brock called after him.

It definitely wasn’t, but Brock should at least brush his teeth first. And they couldn’t have fort sex without a fort.

-

“Oof, Petey, you’re pretty serious about your pillow forts,” Brock said as he shuffled the sofas around. Elias wasn’t watching the way his biceps bunched instead of moving his own furniture, of course not. He was a professional. He could leer at his boyfriend later (one look wouldn’t hurt, though)(he was only human).

“You have met me, yes?” 

“Ugh, you’re right. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

It was coming along nicely, Elias supposed, even if it wasn’t even close to his and Emil’s calibre of fort, but nothing could beat those. There was the familiar pang of homesickness in his chest that he felt whenever he thought of home and his family, but then he looked over at a struggling Brock, and the pain lessened.

Because Brock was home too; as long as he had Brock, he was home.

Brock, who helped him whenever his English was poor and never complained when Elias asked him to repeat himself because he’d missed a word, who always did his best to use relatively simple language and talked slow enough that Elias could understand without feeling like he was being talked to as if he were a child; his English was better now, but it wouldn’t have gotten there without Brock’s help.

Brock, who didn't even question why he had to move around furniture on his day off, who trusted Elias so completely that all he had to do was ask and Brock would agree and go along with it.

“Blankets?”

“No, idiot. Pillows first.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Master Fort Maker,” Brock said with a deep bow.

“What, you never made a fort with your family?”

“I mean, I guess we did,” he shrugged. “But nothing like this.”

It was turning out to be more of a pillow castle, if Elias was honest. But pillow forts could get stuffy and cramped if they were too small, and he was planning on spending the whole afternoon in there, so he couldn’t have it be stuffy.

“Emil and I are very competitive,” Elias explained.

“Did one of you do blankets and the other pillows and have a competition for which was better?”

“So you aren’t just a pretty face.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” Brock batted his eyelashes at Elias, who just shook his head. Brock paused to think for a moment before his eyes widened. “Wait, hey! I’m totally more than just a pretty face! I went to college!”

“So did Gauds,” Elias pointed out.

Brock face-washed him. “Whatever. Split pillow and blankets with me? Fifty/fifty. We’re not competing, we’re a team.”

Elias gasped and cupped a hand around his ear. “Hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“It’s the sound of Bo crying because he’s proud of us for our incredible teamwork.”

Brock tackled him to the sofa, stifling his cackle with one of the remaining throw pillows. He had almost fifteen kilos on Elias, but Elias was used to being slight and managed to flip them and get his fingers underneath Brock’s ribs where he was most ticklish. His laugh turned into a giggle, as he struggled to get away. Eventually he stopped trying to fight back, though, choosing to stare up at Elias in the way that hurt to look at.

It was all he could do but stare back.

“Kiss?”

“One kiss.”

Brock grinned widely, because it was never just one kiss.

Elias rubbed their noses together once, before doing as he was asked.

If there was something he loved more than kissing Brock, Elias had yet to find it. Sex with Brock was great - the best he’d ever had - but he could kiss Brock for hours without growing bored. They didn’t have hours, though, and Elias was on a mission.

“Pillows now,” Elias gasped, pulling back. “Kissing later.”

“Petey,” Brock whined. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You like it.”

“Fifty/fifty?” Brock said again, ignoring Elias’s comment because they both knew it was true.

“Fifty/fifty.”

Pillow duty was easier than blanket duty, and it didn’t take long for them to finish placing them exactly where Elias wanted them.

“I think we should take a break because we did so well,” Brock huffed, standing up straight with his hands on his hips.

“No breaks.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know you. If you take a break you won’t want to start again.”

“Fine, fine,” Brock sighed. “Blanket time?”

“Blanket time.”

Blanket time took longer than pillow duty, and by the end there were rubber bands involved, and a multitude of heavy objects holding down heavy duvets. 

“I think she looks good,” Brock nodded, hands back on his hips.

Elias hummed and hawed. “She’ll do.”

“She’ll do?” Brock answered in outrage. “She’s a beauty, the most beautiful pillow fort I’ve seen in my life.” 

“Are you going to leave me for a pillow fort, Boeser?”

He sniffed. “I doubt she would be so mean to me.”

“Go make hot chocolate, I’ll finish up.”

By the time Brock was back with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate - he hadn’t managed to find marshmallows, but there was more whipped creme than their diets allotted for - Elias was already in the fort.

“We left spots inside for our mugs, right?”

“Right,” Elias nodded, grabbing both mugs and setting them down inside the fort while his boyfriend climbed in.

He ignored the space left for him to climb on top of Elias, shuffling around until his head was tucked under Elias’s chin.

“Comfortable?”

“Very,” Brock sighed happily. “You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.”

“I didn’t take all the pillows -” Elias protested, laughing slightly.

Brock shushed him. “Pillows aren’t supposed to talk.”

“I guess pillows aren’t supposed to give blowjobs either.”

Brock immediately sat up as much as he could in the relatively small space. “Wow, that spot next to you suddenly looks very comfortable, isn’t that funny? I don’t need a pillow anymore!”

Elias rolled his eyes, tugging him back to his chest. “Drink your hot chocolate first.”

“Then blowjobs?”

“Then blowjobs.”

Brock did sit up then, but just enough to drink his hot chocolate. 

“I don’t want to make a mess of the fort, we spent a lot of time on it,” Brock said after a moment of sipping at hot chocolate and listening to the rain, eyebrows drawn together. He seemed genuinely worried about getting jizz in their pillow fort; Elias loved him so intensely it hurt.

“I’ll swallow, it's fine,” Elias waved away.

Brock choked on his hot chocolate. “Jesus Christ, Elias.”

Elias just hummed and listened to the crack of thunder outside. This was definitely a good way to spend a day off.

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"Rare" - Eddie Brock x reader imagine

While I finish the Tommy imagine here’s a little Eddie action. It’s long and it’s angsty, you’re warned lol. Hope you enjoy and take the time to let me know what you think about it. Remember that requests are always open!

“Oh look who came back from the dead, Eddie Brock! Famous reporter and a champion of ghosting people.” You teased when you opened the door to see the guy you had been dating for the past couple of months who had been ignoring your texts and calls for the last three days.

Taking in the distress on his face you moved away to allow him to come in. Closing the door you turned around to find him seated on one of the kitchen stoles with his head in his hands. You had been worried sick over him, giving his lack of response and seeing the shape he had turned up at your door in, certainly didn’t help. However, you will worry about him later, now he had some explaining to do.

“Or maybe the ghosting is a privilege bestowed only upon me giving that your ex- fiancèe was very well aware of your whereabouts. Is there anything you want to say to me?” you continued in a sarcastic tone that hid the hurt you were feeling at the implication of what you were saying when he didn’t give you any response. He just looked at you, his head now resting on his joined hands. You could see the torment in his eyes and your demeanor couldn’t help but soften.

“What happened Eddie? Why didn’t you take my calls? I was worried sick about you.” you asked this time more softly

“Hasn’t Annie already told you?” he simply said and you tried your best to ignore the pang that he calling his ex with her nickname had inflicted on your heart.

“She just told me that something had happened to you that she wasn’t sure about and that you weren’t in the right state to speak to me at that moment. I hoped you had something to add,” you recalled your uncomfortable conversation with her. But again, he didn’t give you an answer just a simple shrug of shoulders.

“Imagine my surprise when after two days of unsuccessfully trying to reach you, someone picks up my call and I find out that it’s none other than your ex- fiancèe. And that she didn’t give much but a sketchy explanation that only made me understand that my boyfriend wasn’t in the mood to speak to me but not to be around his ex apparently. You see where I’m getting at, don’t you, Eddie?” you stop batting around the bushes knowing that to get a reaction out of him you had to directly address the problem.

“It was just a poor choice of words on her part y/n. I had a problem and she just happened to be there.” This was the first thing he had told you since he had come in and to say you weren’t pleased with it was an euphemism.

“Oh, she just magically happened to be there exactly when you needed her? Isn’t that convenient? I guess she really is a keeper, lucky Dan.” You couldn’t help but give him a witty response. If he wasn’t being serious about this then neither would you.

“Please y/n, it’s not what you think it is.” he weakly protested

“Then tell me what it is Eddie, I’m only asking for an explanation here. It’s not too much to ask, is it?” it was a rhetorical question and he knew it but he was too exhausted and in pain to notice it.

“No it isn’t, but unfortunately it’s exactly what I can’t give you.”

“So let me get this straight, you disappear for days, no calls and no texts. When I finally get a hold over you, it’s your ex telling me that something happened that you won’t tell me about but that it’s not what I think it is.” you went over the ridiculous situation he had somehow put you in.

“You know Eddie, if you want to get back to Anne you should just say so. It’s not fair to me for you to stick around just because she won’t take you back.” you addressed the very problem that had always lingered between you. Neither of you wanting to make it real by speaking about it but now it just seemed like you had to.

“It’s not like that y/n, I told you.” he sounded like a broken record at this point, always saying the same thing.

“Then what’s it like Eddie?”

“Listen y/n, it’s just that you and Anne are very different and for the problem I had I needed her help. Nothing more.” Oh here it is then, we’re different.

“I know Eddie, alright? I’m very aware of the fact that I’m not Anne in any shape or form. I met her, I know how amazing she is and what effect she has on you. I fucking see it in your eyes every time you look at her or even if someone just mentions her. Do you think I’m blind?” you finally burst out

“That’s why, when we went out the first time I told you that I completely understood if you weren’t completely over her yet. Bloody hell, only a couple of months ago you wanted to marry that girl and I think you still do. Can’t blame you but that’s exactly why I told you, why I pleaded you to always be honest with me and not to play with me if your heart was still fully occupied by her. Didn’t I tell you that Eddie?” you went on, needing him to see how his actions had affected you, how his lack of honesty and respect had hurt you. You didn’t care if in this way you showed him that he had power over you or whatever reason people are hesitant to show their emotions for. You never cared about stuff like that, yes you could be prideful but you also believed that in the matters of the heart there was no space for pride or little games.

“Yes you did y/n and I’m sorry, hurting you was never my intention.” he weakly apologized 

Scoffing, you mumbled an outraged unbelievable under your breath. Why men are so stupid? Why do we even bother with them?  But deep inside you, you knew why. One look at the disheveled state he was in had your heart clench in apprehension. You knew something bad must have happened, Eddie looked like he had been through hell but the realization that he had kept whatever happened from you choosing to turn to Anne for help made you realize that maybe it wasn’t your place to worry about him anymore.

“What part of you vanishing into thin air for three days and then turning up looking like a monster has eaten you and then spit you out did you think was not going to hurt me? Clearly you don’t know me and it’s pretty obvious you also don’t care about me but I’ve always been pretty transparent about my feelings for you. I wish you had been too, it would have saved me a lot of hurt and pointless worrying.” your words filled with indignation and disappointment actually hit Eddie that flinched when he heard the pain in them and saw it mirrored in your eyes. He never had any intention to bring you so much suffering, he actually thought it would be best for you if you didn’t get sucked into the mess that his life turned out to be. But he also couldn’t lie to you and tell you that he didn’t care about Annie anymore. That much he owed to you.

“You’re really a loser Eddie. Please tell me how you’re so good at messing every good thing in your life.” Venom’s voice filled Eddie’s head, adding salt to the already throbbing wound and he tried his best to not let it show on his face. You didn’t know about the whole alien incident and he was adamant of keeping it this way.

“I do care about you y/n, I’m sorry if it didn’t seem so. It’s just-”

“- that I’m not Anne, right? I know Eddie. You’ve made it abundantly clear to me over the few weeks we’ve dated. I don’t have it all Eddie alright? I’m not claiming to but I know that I’m special enough to deserve someone that when looks at me doesn’t see the shadow of the girl he wished was in my place but that truly sees me and wants me to be with him. I’m no one’s rebound, Eddie. That’s another thing I’ve told you on our first date but now I’m starting to realize that you probably didn’t listen to a word I said, too busy daydreaming about your precious Annie.” you interrupted him knowing that he wasn’t going to say it but that didn’t make it any less true. You weren’t in the mood to listen to any lame excuses he would undoubtedly tell you. Better to face the truth and get on with it. This farce had been going on for too long.

“Will you just tell her the truth and put her out of her misery? She’s right though, she does deserve better than you.” Oh how much Venom loved to put the harsh truth in his face. But he couldn’t tell you the truth, he simply couldn’t. He had already caused you enough pain.

You were right, the first times you had been together he couldn’t help but think about Anne. He knew that it wouldn’t help him and he was honest with you about his previous relationship but he also couldn’t help but grow fond of you. He did care for you, you were one of a kind and you were right when you said that you’re different from Anne. But that was one of the reasons he liked you. You were sweet and kind and didn’t fail to surprise him with the constant demonstration of your understanding and nurturing nature. He had gradually begun to let the thought of Anne slip from his mind, willing to make this thing with you work. But Venom was right, he truly had an outstanding capacity to fuck everything up.

He could tell you all of these things, granted, but then he had to tell you what happened or you would just think he was lying. Battling with himself and Venom to choose the right way to deal with this without possibly hurt you anymore, he found out that maybe the only solution was to walk away from you. The thought of not being enough would certainly hunt you for a while, Eddie knew how much you struggled with self-confidence and was dying to reassure you that if there was someone who wasn’t worthy enough, it was him, but he knew what he had to do, what was best for you.

“I think you should leave Eddie. I’ve got nothing more to say to you and there’s nothing you could say that can make this better. It was good while it lasted, even if you weren’t 100% in it.”

Completely unaware of the inner battle taking place inside Eddie, you settled for putting an end to whatever had been happening between you. And given the decision he reached, Eddie didn’t fight you. He just got up and after giving you an apologetic look he walked out of your apartment and your life. 

Part 2

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As promised, here’s the complete draft of the weird Scott Pilgrim Red/Green fic in its current state. For information about what’s going on with this fic, please see this post. If you’d only like to read completed sections, please start here and keep following the links.

This is very much a rough draft. Aside from simply incomplete sections, there were a lot of things that needed to be revised, such as: awkward tone shift, two sections being too similar to others, a lot of transitions I didn’t like, a really just inadequate Misty section, bad wording choices, etc. I would estimate it was about 85% done. 

Content warnings: some amount of creepy old man behavior which I did my best to mitigate but was somewhat unavoidable given the premise. For section-specific warnings, in the first part, Green gets close to panic attack territory, and the ending contains physical slapstick comedy and a few references to Officer Jenny I was trying to edit out. A more detailed warning (which touches on ending spoilers and explains how I tried to handle the creepy behavior) can be found here, and the full spoilers with all the details can be found in this post (also linked above).

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A year after Red finally comes down from Mt. Silver, Green gets his head out of his ass long enough to ask Red out on a date. 

Surprisingly, Red agrees. Even more surprisingly, the first date is actually a resounding success. Sure, Green panics for half an hour about what to wear, and it gets off to an incredibly awkward start — Red’s mother is hovering anxiously in a corner because he insisted that it be at his mother’s diner, the douchebag, so they spend twenty minutes in stilted conversation while Green makes attempts at small talk and Red gives monosyllabic answers — has he mentioned that Red is a total douchebag? But then Green loses his temper and starts shouting, which gets Red fired up at last, so they start bickering over training regimens, Green’s childhood dickishness, and that time Red vanished up a mountain for four years, and by the end of the meal, they’ve hashed out most of their issues. 

On impulse, he grabs Red’s hand on the way out, and Red lets him. His fingers curl around Green’s in response, and it sends a jolt of electricity right up to his spine.

This is . . . good. It’s new and unfamiliar and a little terrifying, and sometimes Green just wants to bury his head into a pillow and scream angrily to deal with the confused tornado raging in his chest, because what the hell are emotions, but it’s good.  

A month after they make it official, Green brings Red to a gym leader meeting. Red gets a couple of surprised looks when he walks in, but it fades quickly, and Misty waves him over to the usual corner where she, Brock, and Green sit. If anyone asks, Green is prepared to point out that Red’s still technically champion, but no one does. Everyone must like him enough that it doesn’t matter. 

They wait till after the meeting, when everyone’s milling about and talking to each other, in order to announce that they’re dating. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

“What? Green?” Misty shrieks, while Sabrina looks at him with silently judging disapproval. 

“Oh my,” Erika says delicately, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

“Red, no!” Brock wails.

Green is pretty sure he should be offended. These are his colleagues, after all. He’s been working with them for half a decade — when’s the last time Red even talked to any of these people? Why are they all on his side?

Surge snorts, arms folded. Just when Green thinks he might restore some sanity to the proceedings, he declares, “Think again, boy. You’re not tough enough to make the cut.” 

Green bristles immediately. He and Surge have always had a slightly contentious relationship, because Surge is all hard-nosed discipline and Green is — well, he can admit that he’s a cocky bastard. “And why do I need your approval to date Red anyways?” he sneers, with the full disdainful force of all his teenage attitude. The contempt is not hard to muster up. Nobody here is related to them, and even if they were, he and Red are both adults who can make their own decisions. 

As expected, Surge stiffens at the implicit taunt in his voice, but just as the tension is about to boil over into an argument, Erika steps in with a raised hand and a warning glare to silence him. “Surge,” she says, and that one word is all she needs to restore order. 

Before Green can feel grateful for their calm, sensible supervisor, she turns to him and resumes the thread of conversation. “We have a league,” Erika informs him, serene. “You may not date Red until you defeat all of us.”

Green’s jaw drops open. “Are you serious,” he says, and looks to Red, who just shrugs. 

Great. Big load of help he is. 

“I’m afraid not, my boy. And I’m afraid you’re no match for me,” Blaine says, before laughing at his own stupid pun.

“Why the hell are you so concerned about Red’s love life anyways? What are you, his possessive loser exes?” Green demands. 

He’s expecting a response like, “Don’t be ridiculous,” but instead, to his horror, Erika merely smiles. “What do you think?” she says.

Silence.

Green stares at his colleagues, the seven elite trainers who have been charged with safeguarding all of Kanto, and wonders if he’s losing his mind. Has his hearing gone? He doesn’t think he’s that old, but maybe it’s hereditary. God knows how many times Gramps has misheard his name.

He knows Misty had a crush on Red at one point, but all of them? How the hell did that happen? Red’s never exactly been Kid Casanova here — some days, Green can barely believe Red seduced him — and when did he even have the time for that? He’s spent most of the years since he’s met them alone on a mountain! And hold on a second, Blaine is at least four decades older than him! For that matter, how old is Surge? 

Green is about to have an aneurysm.

He holds his head in both hands as he struggles to wrap his mind around the concept. “Okay. So you’re saying all of you have dated Red, and now I need to defeat you to date him,” he says slowly, hoping that saying it out loud will make things sound more reasonable. It doesn’t. It just makes his head hurt even more. 

What’s worse, Erika doesn’t correct anything he said. She just smiles and nods. “That’s right,” she says, and as if that’s a cue, the others fall in line behind her in a perfect V formation, sliding into battle-ready stances with smiles just shading into predatory. All traces of friendliness have evaporated, turning them into consummate professionals. Even Brock has dropped the doofy attitude for something serious. Surge’s grin is a little too maniacal for comfort, exposing both gums and teeth, and combined with the glint in his eyes, it’s downright feral. 

Green takes a step back, almost involuntarily, and sees Surge’s smile widen in response. Out of spite, Green squares his shoulders and moves back in place, pretending he’s not as uneasy as he actually feels. He scans the seven faces before him, hoping to see a sign of their normal collegial acceptance, but their faces are as solid as stone.

He can’t say he really expected anything else from them. This pose is familiar and well-rehearsed, and they’re all beyond the point where they let the mask slip during official business. Still, Green was hoping that there would be some sign that things would be different for him. After all, this isn’t official business, and in any other situation, Green would be there too, flashing one of his trademark smirks while staring down whatever poor schmuck who Erika decided had earned their ire. But this time, it’s not some hapless criminal or an interfering bureaucrat. He’s the schmuck, and for once in his life, he’s feeling the part. 

Green knows he shouldn’t feel this rattled by a battle stance. As a fellow gym leader, it’s easy to notice all the work that went into constructing it, and the flash of eyes and tilt of head that Erika used as a signal is all too familiar. But it gnaws at his stomach anyways, and it’s not even because all his colleagues have turned against him at the drop of a hat. It’s the space. Or the lack of it. Because the spot where he would be standing has already been taken up. Misty and Brock closed the gap without so much as an exchanged look, and in doing so, they’ve erased his years as Viridian Gym Leader like it was nothing. 

He didn’t think it would be so easy to replace him. 

Green looks at the inch-wide gap between them and swallows, hoping he can swallow down the uncomfortable lump at the bottom of his chest along with it. He’s always tried to ignore it, but sometimes, he gets this sneaking suspicion that they haven’t fully accepted him as one of their own. They’re civil, of course, and sometimes even kind. But kind is different from warm, and that’s what he thinks they lack.

He can’t nail down exactly what it is that separates him from the rest — in terms of join date, Janine’s less than a year his senior, and he doesn’t think any of them except Surge would hold his old, immature attitude against him, since he was mostly grown out of his bratty stage by the time he took over Viridian. But none of that has banished the [sinking feeling] that he’s on the outside, just a little.

So he’s kept his head down like an animal exposing its belly, and every time the doubt rears its ugly head, he redoubles his efforts to earn his way in. He had a hard road from the start, with the stain of Giovanni’s legacy seeped into his gym’s very foundations, but over the years, he’s earned fantastic evaluations, the loyalty of a cohort of talented trainers, and an official commendation here and there. He’s even got a sickeningly gushy page in the Viridian guidebook that made Red laugh at him for twenty minutes straight after one of his challengers showed it to him. When you’re on a mountain with bad reception, those twenty minutes count for a lot.

Green carries all his accomplishments with him, close to his chest, but they don’t do much to dispel the doubts that hang like ghosts in the back of his head. And he thinks that if he stays quiet and still for too long, they might eat him away until he’s nothing.   

He sucks in a breath, but his lungs don’t feel like they’re absorbing air. He presses his hands against his thighs, but that doesn’t do anything to ease the trembling. He tries to count in his head. One. Two. 

“Wow,” says Red’s voice from behind him. “I didn’t know that all it took to defeat the great Green Oak was dramatic posing.”

The sound of that innocent tone sends Green whirling around on instinct. “Oh, shut up, like you can talk!” he shouts, and it comes out as easy as breathing, so easy that he doesn’t notice how much lighter he feels at first. “All it took to defeat you was realizing Mt. Silver would never return your love!” 

“The mountain and I have something special. You’ll never understand, Green,” Red says, very seriously. If it were anyone but Green, they might’ve believed he meant it, but you don’t grow up with someone and not know when they’re just yanking your chain. 

“You know, the only thing I got out of being your childhood friend is the ability to tell when you’re being a dick,” Green tells him sourly.

“Love you too,” Red croons, and okay, he’s definitely doing that on purpose. But if he’s doing it to be a distraction, it’s working. 

He brushes his hand against Red’s. “Thanks,” he says, low enough so that only Red can hear it. Red curls his fingers around the palm of his hand and looks him in the eye, unspoken question burning in his gaze. 

In response, Green draws a breath, takes one final glance at his erstwhile colleagues, and nods.

He can do this. 

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What he might not be able to do, Green reflects as he starts his first match, is endure any more of Brock’s stupid rock references. 

“My Pokemon and I are all rock-hard,” Brock declares proudly. He’s always been cheesy and goofy — probably because of all those younger siblings — but his horrible battle introductions have always taken the cake. And does he realize that by doing this, he’s also teaching his siblings about innuendo? Maybe that’s why they giggle at him all the time.

In all honesty, once you get past all the quirks, Brock is kind of an admirable person. You don’t raise nine kids without earning some respect from Green Oak, and he knows all too well about growing up with absent father figures. But unlike Green, Brock didn’t let that hurt define him growing up. Instead, Brock took on that responsibility without reserve and without complaint, and he grew with it to become a good man. A lot of kind, loving people would’ve broken with it. In comparison, really awful puns and a tendency to hit on every girl in the room aren’t that bad. At least he’s sincere about it instead of just being a sleaze. 

But Brock makes it really goddamn hard to get past those quirks. And when he starts urging Onix to use Harden, that only proves his point.

Things go downhill from there.

With the proximity of their gyms, it’s convenient for Green and Brock to have practice matches together, and he uses the knowledge he’s gleaned from those to plow him down in their fastest match yet, one eye twitching the entire time. There’s no way Brock could be making that many hardness references by accident. “I took you for granted, and so I lost,” Brock says glumly. Then he looks in Red’s direction and cries, “Red, my love, I have failed you!” throwing an arm across his face theatrically. Geez, get a grip. Or a life. Or both.

But instead of treating him with the contempt Brock deserves for this patheticness, his traitor boyfriend pats him on the back sympathetically. Ugh, why is he even dating this jerk? 

At any rate, at least this catastrophe is over. “Loser,” Green scoffs, and heads out to schedule his next match. He catches Red giving Brock a shrug before following after him.  

He never thought he’d say this, but thank god Misty is the Water type Gym Leader. After rocks, they have the most potential for innuendo, but Misty has too much angry dignity to be caught dead like that. If someone tried, steam would come out of her ears and she’d probably yell something about disrespecting the beauty of water types. This shouldn’t be an issue again until Blaine. 

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Misty might not be a fan of innuendo, but she makes up for it with determination and skill. There’s something different about her this time, a strength in her stance that didn’t used to be there, and it centers Misty too much for him to rattle her. 

The first time they fought, she was fourteen years old to Green’s thirteen, a skinny kid who bristled with her inferiority complex and hated anything to do with flowers. Provoking her was a piece of cake, and any suggestion of her inadequacy could send her into a spiral of rage or just as easily send her collapsing in tears. 

In hindsight, it is funny how Misty rejected her famous family while Green embraced his too much, opposite ends of the same spectrum. Green dealt with his issues with his cockiness, Misty with her anger.

This Misty is fully in control. She holds the reins to her anger and reels it in, harnessing it as fuel instead of distraction. She’s ruling her emotions instead of letting them rule her, and in doing so, she’s taken on a bright, focused zeal he’s never seen from her before.

She’s growing into herself, he thinks, and out of her sisters’ shadows.

He’d be proud of her if she wasn’t giving him such a hard time right now.

“You definitely weren’t this hard to beat the first time around!” Green growls, sending out his Scizor.

“Oh, that was just business,” Misty says, rather cheerfully, enough so that Green wants to wring her neck. Her smile widens to just this side of menacing. “This is personal.”

Green gets out of it with his dignity intact, but it’s a close one. Not for the first time, he rues having taken over an Earth-based gym, because it means he has to keep at least a respectable amount of Ground types in his regular training rota and he’s a far less flexible trainer now.

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“About time you showed up,” Surge says, arms folded, boots planted shoulder width apart. Green looks at the severe military cut and the stern expression and wonders what Red ever saw in him. It can’t be a thing for older men, everyone but Surge and Blaine are within a few years of Red. It can’t even be a thing for men. The league is half women, after all.

“Why did you date him anyways?” he hisses to his boyfriend, low enough that Surge won’t hear.

Red shrugs. “We both like Pikachu,” he said. 

The utter loser. 

“I can’t believe you,” Green mutters in disgust. “And people think I’m shallow.” 

“It was only once or twice,” Red says, in what sounds suspiciously like a consoling tone. He pats Green on the shoulder a few times.

He stares at him in confusion until the dots connect. “What the — I’m not jealous!” Green cries indignantly. He’s just perplexed, and that’s a very different thing. Green Oak is above such petty things as jealousy. 

Red just pats him on the shoulder some more. 

Green Oak also does not need such things as consoling, so before his boyfriend can be even more of a passive aggressive dick, he turns to Surge. “Let’s just get this over with.” And maybe it’s sheer frustration or his natural tendency to be a brat to Surge, or maybe it’s just type advantage finally being on his side for once, but for some reason, this time the victory comes easier than all the previous.

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“Are you sure you want to do this, Green?” Erika asks. She cocks her head to the side, and for the first time since he accepted this stupid challenge, Green feels a sense of trepidation. Erika is, after all, kind of his boss, and she’s also one of the most terrifying people he’s ever met. 

You wouldn’t think it to look at her. Most of the people in Kanto never get the chance to see anything more than a sweet woman who likes gardening and flower arrangements. Her colleagues, on the other hand, experience a whole different side of her, with all the talents that got her appointed as Kanto supervisor. Things like her ability to calmly reason with anyone, her backbone of steel, and a carefully hidden serial killer crazy that can outstrip Surge at his worst.

He breaks out into a cold sweat. Is he ready for this? Sure, he’s beaten her before, but the first time he battled her, he was still stupid enough to think Erika was soft and beating her would be easy, and weirdly enough, that stupidity gave him the reckless brilliance he needed to take her down instead of causing his downfall. He might’ve become a better battler in the meantime, but now he’s too cautious to use those same crazy strategies and he also knows that she was taking it easy on him — all gym leaders adjust their level to their opponent’s in official matches.  

More than ever, Green is acutely aware of the differences between him and his thirteen year old self. There was a kind of fearlessness that came with being young and feeling like the world was at your fingertips. He spent pretty much his entire Pokemon journey swaggering around like being thirteen meant he was now a real adult and the world would just fall at his feet, and even losing the championship to Red didn’t quite jolt him out of it. Green’s only eighteen now, but he feels unbearably older, more off balance, uncertain of everything he needs to do. It’s funny how he couldn’t wait to get older when he first set out from Pallet Town, but now he just wants the carefree bravado of thirteen again. Why did he decide to grow up? Who told him it was a good idea? 

“Backing out now, Green?” says a dry, challenging voice, and all the air goes out of his lungs. But in a good way. 

He didn’t have this at thirteen.

Now that he’s back in reality, Green pulls up his disdain like a barrier against his fear. “As if,” he sneers.

“Good. After all, you still have to win me,” Red says. He bats his eyelashes, and the sight is so horrifying that it wipes all thoughts of Erika from his head immediately. “Your princess awaits inside the castle.” 

“Princess? Yeah, right. You’d never be able to pull off the dress,” he shoots back automatically. He feels himself ease, the seas inside him settling down as he sinks into the rhythm of the familiar. He even lifts his chin and smirks as he says, “You know what, I think I change my mind. Let’s call the whole thing off, I need someone who’s better-looking than you.”

“Aw, but nothing’s as ugly as your personality,” Red says, and that tone would sound sweet if it weren’t coming from someone who’s halfway allergic to sincerity. But at the same time, he covers Green’s hand with his and gives him a smile like a secret. “You can do it,” he says, with an iron, quiet faith. 

Green breathes out, long and slow. “You’re right, I can,” he says, turning back to Erika. He flashes her a smirk full of confidence that he’s actually starting to feel and declares, “I won’t back down.” It comes out as an oath, and he’s not sure if it’s to himself or to Red, but he knows he won’t lose. 

She shrugs elegantly, but it doesn’t feel like as much of a threat this time. She’s just an ordinary woman now. “Very well,” she says, and sends out Tangela. 

Throughout the battle, Red doesn’t let go of his hand.

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Sabrina’s waiting at the door of her gym when Green and Red walk up to the entrance. “You’ve arrived, as I predicted,” she says.

“Uh, yeah, we scheduled the match in advance,” Green points out. Beside him, he can hear Red muffling already-quiet laughter. Why does he enjoy Green’s discomfort? Is he just a sadist?

“We did not arrange that you would arrive twenty minutes early,” Sabrina responds, and turns around to lead him inside before Green can get the last word.

Green fights the urge to make a rude gesture at her back out of sheer spite. He and Sabrina have never been that close. They have a shared interest in freaking people out for fun and games, but Sabrina does it by being sinister and cryptic, while Green prefers sheer power with a dash of douchebaggery instead of mind screws. Even though he knows he’s still a total dick, being around Sabrina makes him feel weirdly benevolent in comparison. 

In that regard, she’s a little more like Red—they’re both closed-mouthed and hold their cards close to their chest until something makes them give them away. But it’s weird to think that Sabrina is anything like his boyfriend, so Green shuts off that train of thought as fast as he can. He can’t really explain why he likes Red so much more than Sabrina. It’s not just shared history, there’s something deeper there between them that he can’t quantify. Maybe it’s just that the things Red holds to his chest align with Green’s own brand of awfulness, maybe it’s just that Sabrina somehow manages to be even weirder than Red. 

Whatever the case, Sabrina’s tactics might have a point. This battle feels like the worst one yet, not because of the difficulty, but because of the tense, hard air in the gym, Sabrina’s ever-present smile like another ghost skulking in the background. This battle doesn’t excite him, it just exhausts him. He just wants it to be over, and in his haste, he makes mistakes. Sloppy ones, like trying to use Tackle against Gengar even though he’s grown up knowing Normal type moves don’t work on Ghost types. It doesn’t help that the mere presence of Gengar in the Psychic gym had thrown him off to begin with.

Sabrina seems to be sensing his discomfort, because the funny little grin on her face widens with his growing unease. For the first time, he truly sees what a formidable opponent she is, wielding both psychic powers and psychology against her challengers to damage them physically and mentally. It was another thing that his complete and utter self-confidence had made him immune to the first time. 

Idly, he wonders if that was the point of this, one big scheme to make him appreciate his colleagues more as trainers. If so, it worked. But was he really that bad before? Maybe he’d ask Erika once this awful quest was over.

If that is the case, though, ironically, it’s also her undoing, because as the match goes on, Green also starts to see the woman he knows inside the mysterious figure at the other end of the gym, and focusing on that familiarity helps combat the unease. In the end, Green can’t really say that it’s his skill that wins the day. It feels more like luck, just a game of who can outlast the other and he happened to draw the winning card. But when Alakazam falls, it seems to break the spell over the room. The lingering tension dissipates, just as ghostly as the atmosphere that had created it, and the world comes back into focus.

Sabrina looks at her fallen Pokemon and, bizarrely, smiles as she recalls it back into its Pokeball. “Your love for Red overwhelmed my psychic power . . . The power of love, I think, is also a kind of psychic power . . .” Sabrina intones.

“Okay?” Green says. Even ignoring the psychic powers, Sabrina has always been a weirdo. 

Sabrina says something else, but he’s not really paying attention. Instead, he grabs his boyfriend’s wrist.  “Red, let’s get out of here,” he says. He’s ready to blow this joint, and if he has to be in this creepy gym much longer, he’s going to make that literal. 

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Out of all the other Gym Leaders, Green thinks Janine might be his polar opposite. Sure, they’re around the same age and their names kind of rhyme, but Green is brash and confident and walks like he owns the place, while Janine . . . well, Janine is naive and enthusiastic to the point where she’s pretty much tripping over her own feet. She seems too young for her authority, while Green wields his so easily that people are startled when they find out his actual age.

It’s weird to think that Red could date two such different people. Heck, it’s weird to think that he could get two such different people to date him. Maybe he realized he didn’t like that type and that’s why he’s dating Green now, he muses.  

That still doesn’t explain why both Janine and Green agreed to date him. Insanity? That must be it, because it also explains why he’s fighting all of his colleagues over his dick of a childhood friend.

But the biggest difference between them, Green thinks, is that Janine has never gotten over her yearning for her absent father. She still desperately wants to make Koga proud. Even now, he sees in the way she forms her stance that she’s trying to follow his teachings.

Still, in spite of their [different] reactions, struggling to cope with the fame of their family line and its looming shadow over their entire lives is something they have in common. Someday, she’ll have to figure out how she wants to be a gym leader, separate from her father’s legacy. Someday, she’ll have to make a name for herself as Janine, Gym Leader of Fuschia City and not Janine, daughter of Koga. No one will ever respect her if she doesn’t — Green’s learned that the hard way.

Someday, she will have to walk her own path. But that day is not today.

“Are you ready, Green? Cause I’m not going to wait for you to catch up!” Janine calls, sounding very un-ninja-like. Green briefly mourns the loss of the mystique. He used to think ninjas were cool.

“It’s my duty to defeat you on the behalf of all evil exes everywhere!”

“You can’t be serious,” Green says.

“Sure, I am!” Janine says. She pulls out a small, colorful rectangle from somewhere with her magical ninja arts and waves it around. “After all, I’m a card-carrying member of Red’s League of Evil Exes!”

There are cards now. Green looks at his boyfriend and says, “Red, what did you do to them?”

Red just looks at them and shrugs, looking mildly confused himself. But not confused enough that he’ll actually do something about it, Green notes sourly. 

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Cinnabar’s volcanoes are as fascinating as always, but Green is too busy stewing to enjoy it. He marches past all the ads for hot spring resorts and into the Gym, braced for what lies ahead of him. Blaine is waiting for him inside. “You’ve made it, my boy,” he said, and the expression on his face is almost like a proud parent.

Green scowls. He used to respect Blaine. He is, after all, one of the finest scientific minds in all of Kanto, and while Green isn’t a scientist, Gramps has instilled him with a healthy respect for their work. Even the punning had been bearable. He had earned the right for a quirk. 

But this? This was going too far.

Blaine at least has the decency to wait until they’re all set up for battle before he springs the next part of his awful sense of humor on him. “And now, a quiz! What makes you worthy to date Red?” Blaine asks.

“What made you worthy? You’re an old man! Red was a teenager!” Green shoots back. He’s pretty fuzzy on the timeline of Red’s awful lovelife, but there’s no way Red was any older than fifteen whenever the hell they dated. He’s pretty sure Red wasn’t in some demented long distance relationship while still on that goddamn mountain. 

Blaine gives him a creaky shrug. “What can I say? Red really lights a fire in my heart,” he chuckles. 

“I’m reporting you to Officer Jenny when this is over,” Green informs him. Gym leader or not, perverted old creeps shouldn’t be allowed in society. Especially not the punning ones.

But reporting him to the officer and letting her punish him for his sins would be cheating if Green does it before he beats Blaine fair and square. He doubts the rest of this stupid league would accept that as defeating Blaine and their ridiculous challenge, so he sends out Rhydon and prepares for a fight.

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After an excruciating moment, Arcanine falls.

“Oh,” says Red’s voice. Green looks over his shoulder to see him standing along the wall of the gym, near the entrance. It’s completely like the sneaky bastard to come in secret and Green can’t even be mad at him as he looks at the battlefield and asks, “Is it over?”

For a moment, Green doesn’t know how to answer him. He doesn’t even know how to speak. He just breathes, as the adrenaline drains out of his lungs and euphoria replaces it. His shoulders slump. He looks at the ceiling. It’s over. This ridiculous journey is finally over. He can now date Red in peace. 

And then the applause starts.

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Erika is the first one to emerge, from behind one of the outcroppings of rock near the back of the gym. Brock is next, followed by Misty, while Surge, Janine, and Sabrina come out from the other side. They form a line at the head of the gym, and bizarrely, every single one of them is clapping, even Surge, though he looks like he’s been forced into it. While Green looks at them, too stunned to react, Blaine moves back to take a spot next to Sabrina.  

“Congratulations, Green,” Erika says, smiling. She looks genuinely happy for him, as does Janine, but Surge still looks vaguely murderous and Brock looks like he might cry with happiness. 

“What’s going on?” Green demands. On closer inspection, Brock’s “about to cry” face is more like a father watching his child leaving on a Pokemon journey, so proud that it’s spilled over to sad. It worsens the distinct feeling that something’s been going on in the background that he doesn’t know about.

Erika coughs delicately. “I’m afraid we must admit to a deception,” she says, serene as ever. “We are not actually a league of Red’s exes.”

If Green gets any more revelations in the next week, he’s going to have a stroke.

After a beat of frozen silence, he splutters out, “You’re not?” in a tone that’s half confusion, half demand for an explanation. He looks all around him and then waves his hand at the entire gym, a gesture which turns sharp and wild with his anger. “Then what was all of this for?”  

“Well, we’re not a league of Red’s exes, but we are all members of ‘Red’s League of Allies Against His Evil Ex-Best Friend Who Broke His Heart,’” Misty explains. She frowns at him. “He was pretty torn up over you during his Pokemon journey, you know.”

Dumbfounded, all Green can manage is, “You can’t be serious.” 

“But we are,” Janine says earnestly. She produces her card out of nowhere again and hands it over to Green, who’s now close enough to read the letters embossed on the front. It does, as she’s claimed, state Gym Leader Janine of Fuschia City to be a member of Red’s League of Allies Against His Evil Ex-Best Friend Who Broke His Heart. It’s even made out of red plastic.

Well. One part of him is touched to know that Red had valued their friendship so deeply. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, with his stoic man of mystery act. 

The other part is just plain indignant. “That was over five years ago!” Green screeches. They started their journeys when they were thirteen, for God’s sake!  

A new thought occurs to him. “And if this was all fake, why was Brock going on about his love and hardening?”

“Did he? Oh, that scenery-chewing ham! I knew he would get carried away!” Misty says in disgust. 

“I was trying to go for realism!” Brock protests 

“That’s only realism for you, you sleazy flirt!” she snaps, and yanks at his ear. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” he yelps.

While Misty’s handling that headache, Green tries to replay the conversation where this all started. “I was the one who first brought up the idea that you were exes,” he mumbles, a little horrified. 

“Once you made the assumption, I thought it might work to our advantage,” Erika explains calmly. “A test of your reaction to his supposedly storied history, so to speak.”

“So you just made it up on the spot?” Green says, nearly speechless. How on earth had he fallen for a hastily thrown together scheme? What had it even been centered around, seeing if he was the kind of douchebag who’d storm off and call Red a slut? He’s Green Oak. You don’t get to be one of the top trainers in Kanto by the time you’re fifteen without being a good strategist.

Then again, clearly, all of his colleagues are absolutely insane. No one ever taught Green how to anticipate that. 

Erika smiles apologetically. “Please do forgive us, Green, but we had to make sure you two were serious about this. Your friendship ended so badly, and we didn’t want this to end the same way. After all, the poor boy was so heartbroken that he went up a mountain to get away from you.”

Green’s jaw drops. “Okay, that one was not my fault!” He’s willing to accept the blame for being a dick, for being generally unhelpful with Team Rocket, and a lot of other things, but he draws the line at the goddamn mountain.

“Sabrina?” asks Janine curiously.

The psychic in question is studying her nails, looking bored. “My powers aren’t meant to be used for answering this sort of nonsense,” she says. “Ask him yourself.” 

“Hold up!” Green shouts, before they can get too off topic. “How was this supposed to make sure I was serious about him?”

“You can be a fickle, capricious sort of person, Green,” Erika explains. “So we thought that, with a series of challenges in your way, if this was some kind of idle whim, you would abandon your quest.” 

Green tries to wrap his head around that logic and fails. “How was that supposed to work?” he demands. “What if I was just in it for the challenge of beating the entire Kanto League again and not for Red?” 

Erika just smiles. “You don’t have enough of a death wish for that,” she says, like she’s sentencing someone to execution. 

Green freezes and feels his spine go rigidly straight at the sound of her tone. That smile looks sweet at first glance, but it’s just a little too perfect, a little too gentle, carefully controlled in a way that says she could easily let that control snap at a moment’s notice. It’s the kind of smile that might be the last thing you see before you die. 

Holy Arceus, there are no words in the universe to describe how terrifying Erika is. 

Green breaks eye contact as soon as he can and shakes his head a few times, just to get out the lingering feeling of dread. He quickly turns his mind to another topic. “Okay, so who really has dated Red?” he asks, just to get everything straightened out once and for all.

“None of us. Particularly not me,” Blaine answers. “You young whippersnappers are practically infants.”

“Misty did ask him out once, but he turned her down,” Brock chips in. 

“Hey! That was years ago, and I’m over him anyways!” Misty splutters, cheeks bright red. She shoulders him hard in the chest and snarls, “Stop bringing that up!” still blushing furiously.

“Ow, that hurts!” Brock yelps.

“You deserve it!” Misty hollers back, and the two of them start arguing again.

You know what, maybe Green doesn’t need to get revenge for all the innuendo after all. Misty’s been doing a pretty good job of enacting it for the both of them. 

Misty stomps on Brook’s foot, and Blaine winces. “Please don’t call Officer Jenny,” he says. 

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In the chaos, Green realizes there’s one party they’ve forgotten about entirely. “And you!” He whirls around and points at his erstwhile boyfriend, whose expression is blankly nonchalant. To a stranger, he might’ve even looked innocent. “There’s no way they could’ve gotten away with it unless you played along! But you haven’t dated any of them!” 

“Nope,” he confirms, wearing a funny little smile on his face. He’s clearly enjoying himself, and the smugness of his expression only increases as he coos out, “You’re my one and only.”

That tone he’s using is the stuff of nightmares, and Green blanches, reeling back on instinct. He can hear Red laughing at him inside his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands, refusing to let that deter him.

“It was funny,” Red says, and then, in a perfect deadpan, “Besides, it was a nice revenge. You drove me up a mountain, after all.” 

Green is at least seventy-five percent certain that isn’t true and Red’s just playing along to be a douchebag. “Why, you—!” he growls, and instinct born of ten years of childhood games takes over. He tackles him to the ground, fisting his hands into his shirt so he can drag him up by the collar. He hears someone shout behind him, and it’s probably because they’re a little too old for roughhousing, but Red, Red understands him. Red doesn’t panic or protest. Red just lifts his head to meet his glare with a smirk, and then leans up, grabs his head, and kisses him.

There’s still noise in the background, but it fades away as the world becomes nothing but Red. 

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Later, while they’re falling asleep, Green asks, “You didn’t really go up the mountain because I broke your heart, did you?”

“No,” Red answers, but before Green can let out a breath of relief, he says, “I went up there cause you were so annoying that I wanted a break from you.”

In a display of supreme maturity, Green kicks Red in the shins. Some things never change.

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The Carnation ~ Part 6

summary: the media always told you that the famous art critic bucky barnes is an arrogant, rude playboy and you agree, but something still draws you to him. is there a deeper reason to why he acts the way he does or is he the class A jackass you first met?

art critic!bucky x artist!reader

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The sound of a gun cocking snapped him back to reality. A low, sinister voice followed.

“Hey, James. How’ve you been?” 

It was husky and haunting. Bucky felt the cold metal of the gun muzzle against the back of his head. He slowly put up his hands.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he growled. He heard an apathetic chuckle behind him.

“Well I do.” he felt Brock get closer to him. 

“You’re gonna do what I want and you’re going to like it,” he snickered.

“Just kill me already. I’m not going to play your game,” Bucky retorted aggressively. 

“Oh I think you will.” The brunette could hear the smile in Brock’s voice. He heard some shuffling in the back seat before a paper was slipped into his lap, face down.

“Flip it over.” Brock shoved the gun harder into Bucky’s skull. He begrudgingly turned it over. He regretted it immediately. 

There, on the page was a picture of his sister in her kitchen. Bucky moved to cover his mouth. She was smiling blissfully, with no clue she was being photographed. Brock could shoot him, but he wouldn’t allow him to touch his sister.

“Why are you doing this?” he breathed. He knew Brock’s answer.

“I’m not letting you ruin my reputation. I worked hard to get where I am, and you’re not going to try anything. Now, you can take my offer. Or,” Brock equipped a faux sorry voice. “You can kill your lil’, poor, baby Becca. Your move Barnes.” Bucky took a sharp breath.

“What do you want?” The brunette looked into the rear view mirror to Brock grinning like a maniac. 

“You’ve got a lot of questions for a dead man.” He leaned in close. Bucky could feel the heat from his ex-manager on his ear. 

“I have only one request.”

Brock continued in a menacing whisper. With every word he said Bucky felt like he was losing more and more oxygen. The simple sentence felt as if it was an eternity. When Brock finally pulled away, he only said six words.

“You’ve got a week. Bye now.” he opened the car door, and disappeared into the night. 

It was as if he was never there, but the single Polaroid of his sister taunted him, reminding him this wasn’t just a nightmare. Bucky sat completely alone, soaking wet, with not much more than thousands of strings of thoughts choking the air out of him.

He just wouldn’t accomplish Brock’s request. But the thought of his family’s blood on his hands was so much stronger. How did he get into this shit? He let his forehead fall onto the steering wheel in defeat. 

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On the first couple days after, Bucky had been confident he could avoid any of the outcomes. There had got to be, there HAS to be, there always is. But days kept going by, faster than he could fight. His hope for an easy solution, or pretty much any solution, dwindled and was diminished, like a small, pathetic flame. 

Before he knew it, it was the morning of the seventh day since that night. Bucky had slaved for hours trying to find some way, some loophole, out of this but he just couldn’t find one. The deadline was approaching quickly and he didn’t have much of a choice. 

He sat in his dim living room mulling over his very limited options. Bucky looked like a wreck. His hair was greasy and tangled, his eyes were sunken and dark, he looked like he could’ve just gotten out of a cave he’d lived in for 100 years. He hadn’t been able to get any sleep for three consecutive days. 

He had done nothing but think but he still came out empty handed. There was nothing he could do. 

Bucky would have to do what Brock wanted. He put his face in his palms as a sob wracked his body. He shuddered in silent tears. They slid off his cheeks and landed on his carpet. 

Bucky would have rather been dead than be him at this instant. No matter what he did, someone would die tomorrow. Everything felt heavy. 

All he ever wanted was to be an art critic, his dream job since he discovered it. He supposed this was the price. Everything had seemed so perfect, too perfect. He should’ve know. Bucky laughed without humor and took a sip of beer from the bottle. He couldn’t have imagined being in this situation in his worst nightmare. Yet he was still here. 

That was Bucky’s last thought before he collapsed onto his couch and blacked out almost instantly. 

When he regained consciousness it was the evening. Bucky checked his watch. It was 10:43 pm. Only a little more than one hour until Becca would be killed. It was a ticking time bomb with no way to disable it. 

He had a decision to make. In the end, there was only one choice. He had known it all along but it was still endlessly painful. Even to think about it made him feel like his heart was getting cut out. 

“I guess it’s time,” The exhausted looking man mumbled. Life was far too long. 

He reached for a single pistol placed at the end of the clear glass coffee table. The last resort. Bucky grasped it with a shaky breath and slid on a black leather jacket. 

He walked out of the apartment. He got in his car and began driving. He drove as slowly as possible. Maybe that would delay what was about to happen. 

He tried to admire the outside world, one he might never see after this. Every tree, bug, person, building. The things he should’ve appreciated more. His destination was now only a little more than five minutes away. Bucky could barely breathe. His arms felt numb. 

Four minutes.

Three minutes. 

Two minutes.

One minute.

He saw the building coming up. The pit in his stomach grew. Bucky swallowed. If he had stood up at that moment his knees would have buckled. He felt like he was going to pass out but pulled up to the building anyways. He didn’t even bother to park, he just left it there in the middle of the parking lot and climbed out. 

He padded his way to the front door. It was locked but Steve had given him a copy of the key before he left. Bucky inserted the key and stepped inside. 

The halls were echo-y but not too large. What was though, was the staircase. It seemed to go on forever. Or maybe that was just what it felt like at the time. 

With a huff Bucky started his way up. His steps felt heavy. Each one boomed of a man who didn’t have any more strength left in him. He passed two floors, barely registering it. All he knew was what would happen at the third one. He was there the next minute. The adrenaline was catching up to him. 

Down the hall he saw the one person he wished to avoid as long as possible. You had come home for a quick change of clothes before leaving for some food. You came out of your apartment and fiddled with your keys a little before locking your door. 

You went to keep walking but instead you saw a certain brunette man who had missed his usual visits to the art studio. You figured it was because you had slept with Sam. You still felt guilty. You had been trying to contact him and explain but he never picked up or responded to any of your many texts. 

This seemed like the chance you’d been needing to make amends. You were a tad suspicious of why he’d come to your place, or how he even got in but you brushed it off. 

As you got closer to him you realized how terrible he looked. He could’ve been a walking corpse. His eyes were swollen and red like he had been crying. 

“Bucky!” you ran towards him. “Are you okay? Gosh, come here--” You stopped dead in your tracks. 

Bucky had pulled out a gun from his pocket and was pointing it straight at you. You felt all your air leave your lungs. A silence rang through the hall.

“...Bucky?” you breathed. Your confusion laid out on your face. The man in front of you looked as if he might fall apart at any moment.

“S-stay where you are!” He threatened, tears brimming from his eyes. You were still processing what was happening. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, fear creeping into your voice. He attempted a smile. It wasn’t ill intended though, it was one of those charming lop-sided grins that you liked, but this one felt different than the rest.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, full of remorse, ignoring your question.

“He-he said he’d kill my sister if I didn’t--” He took a breath. You took the opportunity to step toward him hesitantly.

“Bucky, we can figure this out, just please put the gun down.” Your words only made him hold on harder to the handle. He cocked the gun.

“Don’t get any closer to me.” He told you. His eyes were sad and mournful. He looked broken.

“Please,” he begged.

“Okay,” you held eye contact with him. “I won’t.” 

He interrupted, “I never meant for you to get swept up into this, I--I just wanted to have a normal life for a little bit, but--” his lip trembled. “--but I shouldn’t have. Now you're gonna hurt for it and I--I’m so sorry. You’re an amazing person, you always figured out a way to make me laugh and--god--your talent, it’s unbelievable. And I know it doesn’t mean much now but, I just needed you to know that you have been the best part of my life--for a while now--and I’m so lucky to have found you. Visit me in hell, if you get the chance.” Bucky breathed out a chuckle.

“D--don’t talk to me as if this is goodbye. We can still change this, we’ll find a way!” you searched his face for anything that could tell you that this was just some mean spirited joke, but it wasn’t there. 

Something else seemed to change in his face though you couldn’t quite place it. Bucky’s finger quivered on the trigger, a single twitch away from firing. He gave you an earnest, reassuring look that was contrary to the rest of his body.

With a shaky breath he continued. “I love you.”

He pulled the trigger.

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Ceasg - Challenge

Steve Rogers x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: To keep the peace between the people, once a year the competition to catch the magical creature is held. Every year Steve Rogers and his crew ignore it but not this year. The price is too high to just look away this year.

Warnings: Course words, angst and fluff at the end

A/N: This is yet another of late challenges. This time is for the amazing @waiting4inspiration​ and her challenge :) I’m so sorry it took me sooo long to write it :( I hope you will still read it.

I have made my own version of the legend, if you guys do not mind :)

Steve really hated all those who called themselves ‘Cathers’. All those that were proud of all the poor magical creatures in this part of the world. Every year the waters were opened for this ‘competition’ to take place. Every worst category of a man took part in it. Mostly for money, but also fame and pride. All those amazing creatures were in danger for a whole month, only because some bastards needed to boost their fragile egos. Last year it was golden fish that was caught and of course ‘by accident’ killed. This year was a mermaid. A ceasg. He only heard stories of mermaids, and never truly seen one. But what he heard made him realise why someone like Pierce wanted to catch one. Three wishes to be granted for someone so awful as Pierce would not end up well. 

This is why this year Steve and his friends decided to take part in this awful tradition. And if it was possible, catch the mermaid before Pierce and help the poor creature to live at least one more year. 

“You look pissed, Stevie.” He looked back at his best friend since childhood, leaning over his doors to the cabin. Rogers new that his friend has a similar way of thinking. He hated the solemn idea of having those amazing creatures as a target. But Barnes’ hate towards Pierce was way past that stupid competition. They both still remember the time Alexander’s people attacked him in the corner of a town because he helped a lady that was annoyed by Rumlow. The bastard that always thought every girl belonged to him. 

“I just don’t like the idea of our team even being a part of this jungle…” Steve sighed looking at the map. It started a week ago already and no one has yet found the mermaid. He feared the moment ceasg gets in Pierce’s hands. 

“I know, but we need to… For this poor mermaid.” Bucky walked to the little bar that Steve had in his cabin and poured him and his friend some whisky. “If Pierce or Brock got their hands on this poor creature…”

“You don’t have to remind me…” He hid his tired face in his hands and sighed. “We need to find her, Buck.” The brown-haired man smiled and pushed the glass towards the blonde. 

“Any idea what you’d ask for?” Rogers chuckled and shook his head. “I heard the three wishes are obligatory and they don’t harm the mermaid. It’s good to think of it before we catch her.” 

“We should have a crew meeting and think together.” Bucky nodded, happy with the answer. This was why Steve was the Captain. There was never just ‘him’ there was always a team. The family, as he called them. Or the Avengers as Pierce named them. If Bucky was being honest. He liked the name. By finding this poor creature before Brock and Alexander, they would avenge all the previous creatures. “I need some sleep” he growled taking a sip of his drink. “Can you ask Clint to take care of the night searching with Nat? We should probably have some rest before we start over again tomorrow.” Bucky nodded and patted his friend on the shoulder before he left. 

Steve got up and walked to the small window, looking at the horizon. 

“Where are you, ceasg? Please stay safe, before we find you.”

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Shouting and commends woke Steve up. He was actually having a decent sleep when Natasha’s voice make him come back to the world of the livings. 

“We got her, Stevie…” He jolted out from the bed when Bucky stormed into his cabin. He quickly put on some clothes and walked out with Bucky meeting the whole crew. He smiled at everyone and his eyes landed on the mermaid, and his heart started to beat faster. His throat dry, so were his lips. You were stunning. He heard stories about mermaids and especially about ceasg but he would never imagine seeing someone as beautiful. 

His heart broke a bit when your eyes landed on his. The fear in them was making him sick. Is this what humans did to the poor creature. The once strong and amazing magical creatures, were now petrified of mere humans?

“Hello, I’m Steve”, he started, slowly walking to the terrified girl. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to get as far away from his as possible. He froze in one place and sighed. “Please, there is no reason to be afraid of us”, he looked at Nat who let go of the nets. Your eyes travelling from one person to another, trying to find a way out. “Water…” Steve stated, looking at your dry tail. “Do you need water?” You shook your head. “Ok… Am… Can I get closer?” There was something soft and welcoming in his smile, which made you nod your head. His smile grew bigger and he kneeled in front of you. “We are here to protect you. Humans…” He sighed defeated. “We created this sick competition that every year for a whole month the waters are completely opened and whoever catches the particular creature, wins. This year, however, it is you.” Your eyes widen, and you started to panic again, which only made Steve get a bit closer to you. “Please, we’re not after the price.” You stopped and looked around at the people, who were nodding and smiling in a friendly way. “There is an awful group of people who would use your power for their sick ambitions… We… We needed to sign up for this stupid thing and get to you before they would.” Saying that he looked around and smiled when his eyes landed on the youngest member of the crew. “Peter please let the judges know we caught her.” The boy nodded and left the main deck. “Catching you should end this stupid thing and you will be free to go to the waters…” 

“No…” They all tensed when you spoke, the first time since they got you. “I cannot come back home…” Steve frowned and looked at his friend, confused. “When a human caught one of us, we need to give him the wishes we have and then we die…” The man froze and felt sick, again. “I mean…” You took a deep breath and looked into those blue eyes. “We die as a mermaid and we are forced to live as humans on the land.” Everything went quiet. You were able to hear Steve’s heartbeat. Felt his pain, the guilt building inside of him. 

“I… I didn’t know…” He whispered looking down at his knees. The finger clenching angrily at his pants. “I’m so sorry!” He got up and turned around, leaving everyone behind. Your eyes followed him until the doors from his cabin closed. 

“Are you hungry?” You looked up to see the man that was by Steve’s side. His eyes were almost as sympathetic as his friend’s. He kneeled and smiled. “Forgive us. We just wanted to help. There is so much, us mere humans are unable to understand. I’m sorry.” There was the same softness and guilt as you heard in Steve’s voice. 

“Do you have fish?” 

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It has been a couple of hour before Avengers ship moored to the land. You haven’t seen Steve since then, only talking to Bucky and the other crew. They all seem nice. Peter, the youngest boy was energetic and wanted to know everything about the life of the sea. Asking the weirdest and the funniest questions. Tony was curious about the solemn idea of magic and how originated. Bruce was mostly listening adding his words or two from time to time. Natasha was making sure that you weren’t hurt, same as Wanda. Clint didn’t speak much. THrowing a sarcastic comment from time to time, from his little nest on the top. Thor was weird but very likeable. He was as energetic (or even more) as Peter, but he’s questions made you feel weird at the beginning. Starting about the fertility of the mermaids and ending with what kind of weather mermaids prefer. Rhodey didn’t really speak at all, arguing with Tony from time to time. And Bucky kept to himself. He sent you a little smile, almost as if encouraging you to meet his family. 

“We will need to put you in a vessel to be able to travel to the judges…” You heard the anger in Bucky’s voice. The unspoken apologies could be seen in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I heard stories of human from my parents.” You stated, smiling at the man. “We were told to avoid your kind no matter the cost. Others told us that you are all cruel and dangerous. But it’s not true.” You looked around the crew, who was slowly preparing to leave to the land. “You care and feel sorry. You worry and laugh at the weirdest things. You are curious but never rude. You feel pain for something you shouldn’t.” Bucky smiled knowing exactly who you refer to. 

“Steve always blamed himself for many things that weren’t his fault. It’s in his nature.” You chuckled and Bucky had to admit that this was one of the sweetest noises he heard. Mermaids really were beautiful. 

“From I what I remember Sharon used to call that a charm.” You both looked to you right, where the topic of your conversation stood. “Come on, crew lets go and leave this awful island.” The Captain, as they all called him, walked to you with the same look of guilt as before. With no words he lifted you and with so much gentleness put you into the transport vessel. You were sure to hear him whispering other apologies before he went off the ship. 

“Who is Sharon”, you asked and could see a little smirk on Natasha’s lips. 

“She is his ex. She is a part of a crew that we work with once in a while. They were together for a while but broke it off in friendly terms.” You nodded, and have;t asked anything else when the crew lifted you. There was something in the air. Something uneasy, something that made you anxious. 

**

There were people all around the room, staring at you. Eyes full of anger and jealousy. Those people were so different from the Avengers. They seemed cold and frightening. If you were about to get caught at least you were happy for the Avengers to be the first once. 

“Well, well, Rogers.” A man that voice brought you shivers, stood very close to your vessel, licking his lip in a disgusting way. “If I knew mermaids were so beautiful I would focus more on the job.” 

“Step back, Rumlow!” Your eyes widened hearing Steve’s hiss. The softness of his voice disappearing, when he stood between you and the man. “Get your dirty hands off her, I warn you.”

“Mr Rogers, no need to get defensive”, another man walked closer, pushing Rumlow. 

“Keep your dogs on the leash, then we won’t have to”, Bucky chimed in and you couldn’t help but smile at the remark. 

“Well, Mr Barnes it’s good to see you healed all well”, you frowned seeing Steve tense at older man’s words. 

“What do you want, Pierce!” He asked, the sternness and anger in his voice still visible. the older man, Pierce, as Steve called him walked towards you with a sinister smile on his lips.

“What a beautiful monster…” You bit your lip nervously but kept on staring right into his eyes. 

“She ain’t a monster!” Steve growled, making your heart warm at the affectionate way the man tried to defend you. “The only monster I see is you. You and your team that force those creatures to fear us, humans! For what? Your fragile ego? You hunt, not carrying what happens to them.”

“Well, that’s selfish coming from you.” He turned towards the blonde and grinned. “Did you know the mermaids die when they are captured and give away their three wishes?” 

“You knew?” He barked, taking a step towards the man. “You knew and still hunted them!” 

“Well, but look at that. How ironic, the protector of the creatures will kill the most amazing one!” He laughed, and patting him on the shoulder, turned around and walked away.

“Relax Steve!” Bucky hummed, making the man take a deep breath. He glanced a look at you and smiled sadly. Almost as he tried to apologise for his behaviour. You wanted to tell him there was nothing to apologise, that you were thankful to him for all those nice words, for defending your honour.

“So it is true!” The room went quiet when two people walked in. A man with a patch on his eyes and a young woman by his side. “I wanted to believe that the Avengers would not take part in this sick competition.” 

“A competition you agreed on, Fury!” Steve growled, anger boiling inside of him once again. 

“To keep all the sides happy.” He answered, looking at you. “So they do exist.” He came closer and frowned. “They are truly beautiful.” There was something about this man, that didn’t scare you. You were sure to see some kind of guilt in his eyes. “When I agreed to that, I was hoping you were just legends. I am sorry.” Your eyes widen and you looked away. Humans were really weird species. Every each of them was different. “For the competition to be over, we need to see the power of the magical creature.” Your stomach twisted, as this was the time for you to say goodbye to your old life. You weren’t a magnificent mermaid anymore. You will become human, the same kind that captured you. You turned towards Steve and smiled at him.

“What are your three wishes, Captain Rogers.” He looked around the people and sighed. They didn’t really have time to discuss, but he felt like they trusted him to make the right decisions. He kneeled and put his hand on the glass, looking into your eyes. 

“I want the competition to stop here and the magical creatures to not be bothered by humans ever again.” You heart melted with his words. You could hear anger around the room and the doors shut. Most of the people left, not caring to see what will happen next. “Second. I want my crew to always be happy. I want my family to never struggle with life.” You smiled and nodded, unable to believe at his kind heart. “And third.” He gave you one of the most beautiful smiles you have ever seen. “I want you to be happy.” 

**

“It has been two months since that day. You granted him those three wishes and as the legend said, your tail disappeared and the legs of human appeared. pierce and his people left the land, promising to see all of them again. 

It took you a while before you learned to use your new legs. The crew took care of you. You were a part of the family now and you granted two of the wishes to Steve. The competition was cancelled and the creatures were to be freed and save. The Avengers never were to be in need of anything. 

But you were still working on the third wish. You were thankful to the crew for taking care of you, but there was something that kept you away from being happy. And you felt like you knew what that was. 

Steve. The one that made that wish. After that day, he ignored you, only talking to you when it was really necessary. You could see the guilt whenever he looked at you. And you get to know him a bit better every day you stayed with the crew. He was a good man. Protective of his family, caring and always ready to help. With the days coming, you learned to fall for the man that felt nothing but guilt towards you. 

“Go talk to him”, Bucky whispered in your ear. It was night already and you couldn’t sleep. “Now that everyone is sleeping. Go and have an honest conversation with him. Maybe even tell him about your little feelings.” Your eyes widened and the man chuckled. “Go, doll. He needs that as much as you do.” You took a deep breath and nodded. 

You knocked on the door and waited for his calm voice to let you in. You walked in and closed the doors behind you. His eyes widened when he saw you. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked, standing up from the table he was seated at, studying the maps. You smiled at his worried tone. How could not have fallen for a man so kind? 

“You should be sleeping, Steve.” You whispered, getting closer to the table, looking through the maps. He frowned and observed your move. “You must be tired of falling asleep after everyone and getting up first.” You turned to look in the eyes and raised your brow when you were still able to notice the same guilt as the first time you saw him. 

“I’m a Captain… Someone needs to…”

“What? Read the maps?” You chuckled and he couldn’t help but smile. “What’s going on, Steve? Is it me? You don’t want me here?” His eyes widened and he moved towards you, cupping your face in his hand. It was the first physical contact between the two of you since day one and nothing has ever felt better for you. 

“Why the hell would you think I don’t want you here, sweetheart?” Your heart skipped a beat at his pet name for you. Bucky’s doll always made you chuckle, but that new name from Steve made you happy. 

“You always ignore me… You seem unhappy whenever you see me. You look like you regret taking you with me on that ship.” You looked away, biting your lip nervously. You froze when he pulled you to his chest, crashing you in a comforting hug. 

“I’m sorry you thought so…” He whispered, and you nuzzled into his chest, rounding your arms around his waist. For someone so broad in shoulders, he had an amazingly small waist… “Sit down, please.” He pushed you a bit on his bed. Taking a deep breath he sat next to you, taking your hands in his. “When I decided to take part in that awful competition my goal was to help you. And stop Pierce from getting those three wishes… I was so happy when Bucky told me we caught you. But then… Damn it!” He shook his head and clenched his hands around your hand. “Y/N, sweetheart I was the one who destroyed your life! I caught you, took away your past and made you live here between humans.” You wanted to say something but he shook his head. “When I had to think of those three wishes I wanted to make sure that I would be able to give you back at least a bit of happiness that I took away from you. I wanted you to be happy. When I noticed how quickly the crew got closer to you I was happy but also scared. Because how I would I be able to look you in the eyes if it was me who…”

“Steve, stop please!” Your hand travelled on his cheek, caressing it softly. “None of this is your fault. You did not come up with the idea of the competition, the fact that you took part in it only to save me only shows how amazing of a person you are. You didn’t know about the legend. If it wasn’t you who caught me it would be Peirce’s people and their wishes would not be so kind.” You leaned in and pushed your forehead against his and closed your eyes. “I have never met a human, any kind of creature so kind and selfless as you are, Steve Rogers. All three wishes were directed to save and make others feel better. And that last wish? Steve…” You pulled away and smiled, wiping single tears that appeared in his eyes. “You gave a new life, a new family, friends and a place to live. But I can never truly be happy…” He turned his gaze away from you, dark thoughts coming back to his head. “And I’m not talking about this competition or the legend. Steve, how can I be truly happy, when the person I love ignores me due to some unrealistic guilt.” His eyes widen at your words. The blush on your cheeks redden even more and you were smiling at him so beautifully. 

“The person you love?” He whispered, not believing what he heard. “You... How can you love me?” 

“You saved my life, Steve. No matter what you think yourself, I will always owe you my life. And if you let me, I would like to give it to you. My life. I would like to spend the rest of my life, proving you how amazing you are and how thankful I am that you found me that day.” You leaned and stopped inches away from his lips. “Will you grant me your last wish, and make me happy”, You felt him smile and the second later his lips meet yours in a passionate, full of love, promises and full of hopes, kiss.  

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JEALOUSY | Yandere! Leon X Female! Reader (18+)

This oneshot contains NSFW, 18+ themes! If you are below the age of 18 or is still innocent, then I suggest you to not read! Unless, you are curious... then what can I do to stop you? 💁

⠀ There you are again. Being too close to someone when Leon told you not to. Leon quietly watches you, he can feel his heart wrenched at the sight of you talking with another man. When he saw you smile, anger and jealousy crept into his heart, making his fist curled into a ball. He tried to calm himself down, he can’t be selfish. No, not towards you.

⠀Crow seemed to notice this. Being the provocative little shit he was, he whispered to Leon’s ear as he smirked, “Go, get her, tiger,”

⠀Leon got provocated easily. His brain quickly accepts Crow’s provocation. He became invisible as he ran towards the man you were talking to. As he arrived close enough to the man, he threw a punch to the man’s face. Strong enough to make his knuckles redden and to make the man’s nose bleed.

⠀Your eyes widened at the view. You didn’t know Leon was like this. The Leon you knew was the cheerful and fun one. He was completely different from the aura until the look in his eyes. Everything about him now scares you. But, you can’t just stand still and watches the fight goes on. You needed to do something.

⠀“Leon! W-what have you done!?” you shouted, helping the poor man to get up on his foot.

⠀“I don’t like it when someone is taking control over what’s mine,” he cooed, he gave you an adorable pout, even though what he meant was completely different and violent.

⠀“He was just asking for directions!” you defended the poor man before you whispered to him, “Please go. I will take care of this,” The man nodded before running off, getting himself to safety.

⠀Suddenly, Leon stopped him by gripping the poor man’s shirt as he growled, “Where do you think you’re going?”

⠀“Leon! Stop! Please! He was just asking directions, nothing more! Don’t hurt him!” you shouted as you gripped Leon’s wrist, you wanted to fight him but he might be upset to you. “Aren’t you ashamed that you hurt someone when you’re the one who should be protecting them? You’re a brawler, Leon! A legendary one even! Think straight!” you added, trying to pull himself back.

⠀Crow smiled devilishly at the scene in front of him. He didn’t bother to help. He thought that sometimes Leon needs to take control over his little girlfriend too. He thought maybe his little girlfriend needs to be taught manners as well. Sometimes, the legendary brawlers can go violent, too. They’re actually the most violent amongst the other brawlers which made them the most feared and the most respected ones.

⠀(Y/n) was just a trophy road brawler and wasn’t actually interested in Leon. In fact, you had a crush on Brock instead. You liked him for how he treated you not like a love object. He treated you like a woman, he also respects your decisions. Not like Leon, who was madly in love with you, treating you like a love object. He is in love with you but his jealousy always get the best of him. You realized he was isolating you from everyone slowly.

⠀When he confessed his feelings to you, you actually rejected him. You said that you liked someone else. But, he held your wrist, his aura threatening you as he told you to reconsider your choice. You knew you had no other choices, besides, everyone serves for the legendary brawlers. They were treated like kings around here. Only Sandy said that he doesn’t need to be treated like that.

⠀So, you accepted Leon. Not in love, but in fear. And from that, Leon treated you like a love object. Even though he spoils you so much, you still hold your feelings to Brock.

⠀Here you are, defending the man who’s innocent and had nothing to do with Leon. This time, you disobeyed him. You want all this madness called, ‘love’ to stop. You stared deeply into Leon’s eyes — that is hiding under the hoodie’s shadow.

⠀Leon suddenly smirked, he flee his wrist from your grip before he gripped your wrist. The man quickly ran away as Leon’s grip on him slipped. But, Leon didn’t mind. His attention was now on you. Everything around him seemed to blur and his focus was only on you.

⠀“Well, (Y/n). Who are you to give me a speech like that?” he asked, he slightly tilted his head.

⠀“I-I—” he cutted you off by lifting you up in a bridal style. “W-where are we going, Leon?” you called out to him, but he ignored you and continued to run.

⠀Crow knew where all of this is heading to, so, he decided to gave the two of you some private time. He smirked as he holds his blade as he thought, ‘Maybe I should get a doll for me too,’.

**

⠀You were pinned against a wall by Leon. His arms caged you, not letting you escape easily. You were writhing underneath him, you had a smaller figure than him which he thought was adorable. Without a warning, he placed his lips on yours. He swiftly grasped your butt, making you gasp. He took the chance to slip his tongue in.

⠀Unfortunately, you didn’t have the chance to fight back so he quickly got the dominance. His tongue traced every millimeter of your mouth. Your hot breath fanned on his face and God, he was addicted. He gripped your wrist, pulling you closer to him. After what seemed like forever, you pulled away, a trail of saliva formed between the two of you.

⠀His hands trailed down to your chest. Your mind yelled at you to stop him but your body obeyed him. Your body likes this but your mind doesn’t. You let your mind take control of you. Your hand — shakily — pushed his hand away from your chest. He noticed that, his stare at you — which once was filled with lust — was now filled with disappointment.

⠀“(Y/n), do you not want to be mine forever? After I did this, no one can take you away from me anymore~!” he exclaimed, his tone was joyful but you know this boy was upset that you stopped him from what he desired to do.

⠀“Besides...” he trailed off before he leaned closer to your ear, whispered, “You should respect and obey me. You know I’m way more valuable than you, right? Treat me like a king,” His aura darkened again. He always did that to get something he desired.

⠀Suddenly, a feeling of pain stinged your neck. You gasped, Leon just bit you and you didn’t realize it. But he didn’t stop there, he continued to bit down your neck, leaving a lot of love bites. He wrapped an arm around your waist — to keep you close to him — while he places his other hand on the back of your head, his fingers played with your (h/c) hair.

⠀The amount of love bites he left on your neck was a lot and was visible. You were worried of what will everyone think about it. After he’s satisfied with the amount of love bites he left, he pulled away. The hand he once put on the back of your head was now trailing down to your chest. This time you obeyed him, you knew if you disobeyed him after the warning he gave you, he will not hesitate to leave some bruise on your delicate skin and maybe a little mind breaking.

⠀He carried you to his bed before he slowly began stripping you, teasing you. You pouted which made him let out a chuckle. Once he was done, he left you with nothing but your (f/c) bra, (f/c) underwear, and your white stockings that were pulled up your knees. His eyes admired your body as his hands began to caress your inner thigh, making you wet as ever. You didn’t want to do this. No, this all felt wrong to you. But to him? Your choices don’t matter, whether you like it or not, you have to face it.

⠀“(Y/n), sweetheart, you have such a delicate skin,” he purred which sends shivers down your spine but you decided to ignore him by looking away, ashamed that your body enjoyed this.

⠀He unclipped your (f/c) bra, tossing it away. Embarrassed, you covered your breasts with your little soft hands. Your cheeks flushed red as this was your first time being half naked in front of someone. The sight of you being embarrassed and half naked in front of him excites him. He loves seeing you like this, vulnerable and easy to be controlled.

⠀“No need to be shy with me. From now on, I’ll be seeing you like this often,” he cooed, convincing you to put your hands away which you slowly did.

⠀His hands caressed your breasts before he pinched your hard nipples which made you let out a soft moan. Leon heard this and he was obsessed hearing the melodious sound you made. He bent down a little, sucking your nipple. You quivered at the sensation. His hood fell down from his head, revealing his caramel-colored hair and his beautiful shamrock eyes. You were surprised at how attractive he was and began to wonder why he hid it. You were distracted by his looks which made you didn’t realize that he pulled down your (f/c) underwear.

⠀“Keep staring. Might as well be aware to your surroundings and keep your panties monitored,” he said as he shoved your underwear in front of you face, chuckling.

⠀You gasped before you exclaimed, “H-hey! Give that back to me!”

⠀“I’ll give it back to you. But, after we’re finished with this,” he said as he winked, your cheeks flushed crimson red again, nodding obediently. “Good girl,” he patted your head softly.

⠀“Here. Sit on my lap,” he commanded, patting on his lap. You obeyed, crouching towards him before sitting on his lap.

⠀There was a large mirror in front the two of you. You can see yourself clearly in the mirror. But oh dear, you were embarrassed to see yourself naked, sitting on a man’s lap you don’t even love. You felt like a whore, you felt like he just used you for his sexual desires. Before your thoughts began flooding you, he snapped you back to reality with a surprising move.

⠀He suddenly slid two fingers inside you without warning. A moan escaped your lips as he did so. You never touched yourself nor being touched by anyone so it hurts for the very first time.

⠀His pumps was slow and careful, but after awhile, he began to increase his pace and he gets even sloppier. The feeling of pain you once felt subsided and slowly becoming pleasure. Your mind was clouded with lust and your own sexual desires. Your moans filled the room. Leon was satisfied with the reaction you gave to him. Seeing you like this was like a dream to him. He is a pervert but only towards you.

⠀He whispered sweet things to you. Trying his best to pleasure you, even though he was getting more horny each second. Your eyes rolled upwards as you felt a tight knot building inside your stomach. He noticed that. When he saw your face, he knew that you were about to climax. This time not only increasing his pace, he added two more fingers inside you, making you surprised at the amount of pleasure you were getting.

⠀“A-ahn! L-leon! T-too much...” you trailed off. “I feel s-something weird! I-I think I’m going to cum,” you added when you feel your walls began to flutter delicately inside of you.

⠀His free hand grabbed your face, forcing you to look at the mirror as he whispered to your ears, “Go on. Look at how filthy you look. Look at yourself in the mirror, (Y/n). Aren’t you ashamed that you liked this?”

⠀“I-I—” you were cutted by your climax, your juices sprawning around you and on his fingers.

⠀He grabbed your face forcefully before placing his fingers inside your mouth, forcing you to taste your own juice. You licked some of your juices off his fingers which made him smirk in satisfaction.

⠀“Now that I’ve pleasured you. It’s your turn to pleasure me,” he cooed, pulling down his pants and his boxer.

⠀He was actually bigger than you think he is which left you thinking. How is that going to fit inside me? He’s going to break me! Leon looked like he knew what you were thinking, so he lifted you up by the waist before pulling you down again, but this time he inserted himself into your womanhood. You moaned loudly as your womanhood engulfs his manhood.

⠀“N-no! Stop! Pull it out! I-it hurts!” you yelled which made Leon shuts you up by biting your neck.

⠀“Shh... Lower down your voice, will you? You don’t want someone to hear us and see you like this, right?” he said which made you nod. God, he really knows how to take control of you, he knows how to calm you down and he knows more about you than yourself.

⠀As the pain subsided, he began moving, slowly and gently at first. Blood trickled down your womanhood, indicating that you were a virgin.

⠀“(Y/n), you’re still a virgin? What an innocent girl,” he whispered to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

⠀You moaned, the feeling of pleasure overwhelmed you which made you feel a sense of euphoria. Slowly but surely, he picked up his pace. He grunted, pushing himself deeper inside you. As he did so, your lips parted, letting your tongue out as your (e/c) orbs rolled upwards.

⠀“F-faster...” you whispered, your body was exhausted, too exhausted to even form a sentence but your body craved the pleasure he gave to you.

⠀“I thought you didn’t want it?” he teased you, though he does increase his pace.

⠀His thrust became sloppier each second, but it gets faster and rougher everytime he hits your G-spot. You moaned, the feeling of pure ecstasy and pure bliss crept inside you. Your petite body began to tremble as you felt the knot in your stomach again. You knew he was coming too when his body began to tremble too. You panicked. You don’t want to be pregnant before marriage and mostly because you’re only eighteen, you’re too young to be a mother.

⠀“I-I’m close,” Leon whispered shakily.

⠀“N-No! Don’t! Pull it out, p-please!” you squeaked weakly, Leon doesn’t seem to care. You knew that you will get no reply but at least you tried, right?

⠀“I want you to take all of my cum, I want to fill you up with it!” he roared in determination before he released his semen into you, making you moan loudly.

⠀His semen began dripping out of your womanhood as he pulled his manhood out of you. He smirked at the view. Once again, he grabbed your face, forcing you to look into the mirror. Oh dear, you look very filthy, you were ashamed of yourself, of how your body liked this. He whispered something to you. Although, you didn’t hear it as you were slowly losing your consciousness. Even though you tried to stay awake as hard as you can, your body collapsed from the exhaustion.

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Between two fires - Colby Brock imagine

A/N: so I found this on my computer just now, something I wrote ages ago. This obviously takes place before Jake got a girlfriend and before Devyn and Corey broke up.

Hope you like it!

Word count: 2002

Warnings: teasing? 

You can find my masterlist here X

As I walk up to the front door, I hear laughter throughout the entire house. My hand is held up in a fist, ready to knock when the wooden door opens in front of me. I immediately get enveloped in a hug by Devyn. It's been a while since I've seen her and have always had a big sister relationship with her. "Welcome back stranger." She chirps into my ear. I laugh at her excitement and squeeze her sides a little tighter.

"Babe, please don't hold the poor girl hostage! We all want a hug!" Corey shouts while he walks over to us with Sam and Kat. Everyone is grinning from ear to ear and Devyn releases me. "Uhm, I think she was enjoying herself just fine." She sasses while I get attacked by Sam & Kat simultaneously. Aaron is standing next to Corey and waves excitedly. I make a mental note to have a minute with him later since we clicked very early on and he was the one that introduced me to everyone else.

"Well, this is the best sandwich I've ever been part of." I beam. They both laugh and Katrina pets my hair while Sam attempts to tickle my back. Instead of tickling my back, he accidentally tickles Kat's tummy and she giggled at the feeling. "Mom and dad have missed you, my child," Sam says in an attempted posh English accent. "Please stop, you're gonna make her run away if you do that ever again." Katrina squeals since Sam is still tickling her.

At that, I hear some very loud, deep voices and see Colby, Jake, and Brennen appear in the doorway. Brennen shakes his head and pulls me out of Sam & Kat's embrace to then pull me into his chest. "Long time no see little bean." He pulls away and throws an arm over my shoulder as we look at Jake and Colby play fighting to get to me. "Stop it, Colby, she likes me better anyway." "You wish Jake." Colby has Jake in a chokehold while he tries to slap Colby around the head.

I laugh and decide to break them up. "If you guys continue like that I'll like none of you by the end of the night." They're surprised at my statement and awkwardly try to stop teasing one another.

I walk up to Jake, considering I've always been more intimidated and shy cause of Colby's looks. He's literally got anything and everything I'm attracted to in a guy. From the corner of my eye, I see Colby pout. Jake notices too, he puffs his chest out and smirks. Adding to the fact I chose him over Colby.

I slap his chest and give him a stern look, as to say 'be nice'. He looks at me sheepishly but nevertheless wraps his arms around my waist.

His thumb rubs small circles on my back and I can't help but bask at the moment. He's always been soft, and it's one of the things I appreciate most about him. I could be delicate with Jake. I could be a porcelain doll and I'd still be safe with him.

I awkwardly step back, thinking about the length of our hug and whether anyone else noticed.

I turn completely towards Colby. He looks at me and smiles widely before opening his arms completely. 'Come here you.' He says loudly and I laugh. Colby never fails to make me smile. I walk into his arms and am completely surrounded by his entire body. I fall into him perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces if you will. His cologne makes its way up my nose and I try to hold in my sneeze, of course, I fail and I decide to call him out. 'Someone's gone a little heavy on the Boss perfume today.' At that everyone laughs and Colby looks at me with fake hurt. 'I thought you liked my sexy male scent.' I cringe at his words and it shows in my expression which only makes him laugh.

'I do Colby, but not when it smells like you've showered in it.' He nods, admitting he may have gone overboard and we all head inside.

Popcorn is made, pizza is ordered, drinks are poured. Everyone's having a great time chilling out. Old songs from when we were teenagers are being played throughout the house, and when 'You Are The Music In Me' from High School Musical 2 comes on, I just have to pull Jake with me to dance and jam out.

He holds my waist just like Troy does to Gabriella in the movie and we act out the scene without piano though.

After the song has ended we fall back onto the couch, completely exhausted by putting on our 5-star performance. We look at each other whilst laughing and he brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. We share a moment that gets interrupted when Colby decides to wriggle his way in between us. 'Bro, what the fuck are you doing?' Jake asks, looking at Colby with an irritated expression. Colby acts all innocent and shrugs. "What bro? Y/n is so comfy and I'm tired okay."

I roll my eyes at his lame excuse and sigh. "Contrary to popular belief, I am in fact not a piece of furniture you can use whenever you please Colby Brock."

He giggles at me sassing him but continues to stay put, head on my lap while his feet seemingly try to kick Jake in the face.

"Dude you're so annoying." "Fuck off then Jakey." He says in a girly voice.

After Jake makes his way to the kitchen, I look Colby in the eyes and he rolls his eyes knowing he's about to be told off.

"You're so petty Colby, what's going on with you?" His entire demeanor changes and he stares at me with serious eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to spend time with my favorite girl?"

This silences me and I awkwardly look around the room, acting like there's something more interesting to look at than the boy I've had a crush on for the longest time, located right in my lap at this moment.

Colby sighs at my reaction and sits back up, swinging an arm over the couch, locating it behind my neck and the tips of his fingers resting on my shoulder. I lean back and rest my head on his forearm. At that he smirks, realizing he hasn't lost my attention in the slightest.

Jake returns, holding a cup in each hand which I look at him with a questioning gaze for.

"I made you your favorite. You've always said my drink mixing skills are the best so I decided to treat you." He smiles. I look up at him and straighten myself to take the cup from Jake, intentionally holding it higher so I have to disconnect from Colby's arm. I thank him and take a sip from the beverage, moaning as my tastebuds register the sweet goodness he has prepared for me.

"Damn Jake, you haven't lost your touch in the slightest."

I get distracted by Katrina showing me something on her phone, so Colby and Jake are now having a full-on stare off behind my back. Literally. Corey watches the whole scene unfold and lets out a loud laugh at the two boys fighting for my attention while I'm kind of ignorant.

Everyone's attention switches to Corey now and he looks like he just ate the world's hottest pepper as everyone looks at him expecting to say something. Eventually, Devyn gives him a jab to the ribs and he crumbles. "I was just having a moment guys don't judge me."

I redirect my attention back to Jake as he starts to tickle my neck. "Jake stop it, I'm gonna pull a muscle." Jake continues, laughing at my deformed stature when Colby decides he's had enough. "Don't worry y/n, prince Colby to the rescue!" I look at him weirdly but my expression soon changes from confusion to pure fear when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "COLBY WHAT THE FUCK PUT ME DOWN!" "What are you saying milady, I'm saving you from that troll." He shouts dramatically as he nods to Jake. At that everyone laughs and Jake sinks further into the couch, clearly annoyed that Colby won that one.

I get confused when I realize Colby takes me upstairs rather than back to the couch. I started patting his ass cause 1. He's got a nice ass. 2. It's the only thing I could annoy him with at this point since I was still being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Wowww, harassment much." He says jokingly and I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. "Shut the fuck up Colby you know you like it." He doesn't reply but instead, throws me onto his bed. As I sit up straight, I hear a click when he locks his bedroom door. He acts like nothing happened and goes to sit on his desk, right in front of the bed. Now he looks at me with those weird eyes. Like he wants to say something, but doesn't. I can see him thinking about stuff and I start getting awkward when his gaze doesn't leave mine.

I break eye contact and look around the room, not being able to handle his intense stare. "You know y/n, there's this girl." My heart instantly drops. "She's got a pretty little face, interesting sense of humor, a good heart. You could say she's perfect." "Oh really..." I say, not even interested anymore in where this is going.

He gets closer to me slowly, eyes burning a hole into my skull. "Yeah. You see, there's one tiny issue I have with her." I look up at him questioningly. He gets closer to me, crouching down in between my legs, supporting his weight with both hands on my thighs as he whispers in my ear. "She's such a fucking tease."

At that I gulp audibly. I didn't see that one coming. "Oh... are you sure that's a problem? You seem more into it than you say you are." He smirks. "I don't know. She tries flirting with a friend of mine, but I can see right through her. I see how her eyes stay on me for that fraction of a second longer. I see the way she crumbles under my touch." At that he pinches my thighs with his big hands. "And I see the way she gets goosebumps when my lips get close to her neck." He exhales down my neck as the tip of his nose touches my ear.

My eyes close. I try to compose myself but my response comes out stuttering anyways. 'I don't think she's the only tease around here."

At that, he grabs my chin and plants his lips on mine. A firestorm builds in my stomach he kisses me hard, yet with care. The passion is dripping off of him and I feel like I'm about to make a free fall. The butterflies in my stomach have turned into full-on Colibris and the feeling almost overwhelms me, yet Colby is right here, tugging at my whole being to pull me back to the real world.

He licks my bottom lip, but I deny him entrance and he smirks knowing he'll have to work a lot harder for his reward.

He pushes me down onto the bed, lips still on mine as he places both knees on either side of my hips.

His right hand gently cups my neck while the left one presses hard into my waist. Like the perfect balance of soft but intense.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls back, breathing hard as he presses his forehead against.

He closes his eyes and smiles. "That wasn't too bad now, was it y/n?" He whispers, still infatuated with the moment and me.

[crimsonbluemoon]

Working For Love: A Terrormoo Story, 2/17

...did I say Saturday? Pfft I totally meant...Saturday. I just suck XD. Next week’s will deff be on Saturday. Okay, enjoy this new part of this story!

Part one

Drabble Two

Brian was not lazy. 

Okay, he was kinda lazy. In his defense, his body didn’t show it; Brian took care of his fitness and when he needed to, he could make himself move. Being an employee at the gym made it easy to work out on his breaks or after shifts, and being a trainer allowed him to sneak in workouts when showing his clients how to use the equipment. He was nowhere near as lazy as Evan or Delirious (both of whom didn’t need to really work out, since they were so obsessed with each other they could turn into couch potatoes and still be in secretly-but-not-so-secretly-in-love). He still got a snicker out of how often Nogla complained that he looked so fit when ‘sitting on yer arse all day, playing video games’. 

But working at the gym had more perks than just getting in a good workout. 

“You’re staring again.” Evan’s dry comment made Brian shrug, though it did pull his attention from his new interest in order to look at his coworker. 

“You stare at Delirious all the time,” Brian argued, missing the times that calling out Evan’s obvious affection for their fumbling friend would cause him to blush. Instead, Evan rolled his eyes, flicking one of the Tootsie rolls on the counter at Brian’s head. 

“Yeah, but Delirious isn’t a random stranger that I one time scared out of the gym by making eye contact.” 

“Fuck you,” Brian grumbled through a flush when dropping his head back onto his palm, his elbow leaning against the front desk’s countertop. He didn’t try keeping himself from looking back at the man in question. The gym member had already been in the middle of his work-out when Brian showed up for work, meaning that he’d missed his opportunity to find out his name. Evan, being the astute employee he wasn’t, forgot the name on the scanned card. A part of him wanted to simply walk up to the cute guy and ask him, since it wouldn’t be that out of character for him. He tended to learn the regulars of the gym, and the guy had been popping in consistently for a few weeks. So it only made sense for the gym’s fitness trainer to offer a greeting and ask his name.

Except Brian was pretty positive the guy was terrified of him. 

Which was weird, since Brian had been sure that he’d given his biggest smile when catching the man watching him on the stairmaster. Not that he hadn’t noticed him before their first set of eye contact; Brian had picked him out from the moment he hopped onto the treadmill. It was hard not to look at someone as pretty as the new guy, and just like the last time Brian saw him, he only got more impressive with each minute on the exercise machine. His face bloomed with color, and the sweat lining the back of his neck proved that he was pushing his comfort zone. Brian wasn’t sure if the guy was aware that his lips moved with whatever song he was listening to, but the little quirk was cute. And the determination between gasps of breath was so striking, so strong, that Brian was held captivated by it. He’d been given genetic gold in his life, so losing and maintaining weight had never been an issue to him. Brian thought the man looked really good with warm cheeks and a curved waist (the shirt he wore tugged tighter at a long step he took, and Brian’s dirty mind wondered why he needed to wear clothes at all). But from how set he seemed to climb the preset hill routine he’d made for himself, Brian wasn’t sure he saw his own beauty. He was thrown off by how badly he wanted to change that, and he’d hoped to find a way to tell him so by becoming his friend. 

Except when the wave happened, the mystery man ran like he’d seen a ghost. It wasn’t the best start for Brian. 

“You’re doing it again.” 

“Do you think he’d want a trainer?” Brian didn’t acknowledge Evan’s observation while he tilted his head in his chin to get a better look. 

“He only uses the treadmill.”

“I could totally be his trainer.”

“Train him how to… walk? Yeah, he probably needs daily sessions for that hard task.” Evan’s sarcasm was ignored by Brian, who perked up when seeing the belt of the treadmill come to a slow stop. The tips of his lips curved up at the cute smile the man produced once completing his routine. For just a moment, there was a spark of pride. Even if it was smothered instantly by a look of embarrassment when he looked down at his sweaty arms clutching the sides of the treadmill, Brian had still seen it. And he really wanted to see it up close and personal. 

“We should make it more obvious that we offer training here. Tyler needs to stop being a cheap fuck and put out sign up sheets or a poster-”

“If he wanted a trainer, he’d ask for one.” Brian flinched when something rough dropped on his head, smushing his hair against his forehead. He didn’t need to look up to know what had just been put on him, and he swiped at the hideous hat before shaking it Tyler’s way.

“Stop trying to make me wear this thing.” 

“Stop eye-fucking Nogla’s tenant,” Tyler snarked back, rolling his eyes when Brian blinked. “And last time I checked, you don’t pay the damn bills here. It’s a part of your uniform, so stop bitching and wear it.”

“Dick.” Brian flipped the hat backwards before putting it on, knowing Tyler wouldn’t be bothered enough to complain again. Once the stupid accesory was on his head, Brian looked back to the man now wiping down the treadmill. “So Nogla knows him?” 

“Obviously. Nogla’s dumb, but knows how to run his apartment complex.” Tyler’s answer made hope swell, though Evan was quick to douse it. 

“I doubt he’ll give you anything.” Evan had hopped up to plant his butt on the counter, now joining in Brian’s observation of the man. “He can’t really disclose his personal information.”

“It’s just a name,” Brian argued, which caused Tyler to rub his eyes before pushing to stand on the other side of the desk. He crossed his arms and scowled, but Brian knew he was also watching the new member.

“Or you could, I don’t know, grow some balls and ask him his name? What’s the problem, here? You’re not the kind to be tongue-tied.” 

Before Brian could explain the previous encounter and delicacy of the current situation, a familiar gaze turned their way, momentarily stopping his brain function. The doe eyes were so dark compared to the pink of the exerted face, only adding to the warm feeling fluttering in Brian’s stomach. All motions froze in the other’s body, and the pleasant moment Brian had drifted into screeched to a halt when realizing the quick shift in the sweaty face. Anxiety and modesty seemed to fuel the rapid change of color in the other’s cheeks, the rosy pink engulfed by the red hue of embarrassment. Logically, Brian couldn’t blame him; the three men were fully focused on him without his knowledge. It was enough for even someone with the confidence level of Brian to feel a bit humbled. His fingers tingled with the desire to cup the flushed face against his palms and feel how soft the skin would be in his hold. Thoughts of doing anything cooler than staring like a dazed gazelle kept filtering through his mind, but the connection between his brain and body was nonexistent at the moment. 

Which he deeply regretted when the object of his interest nearly tripped over his own feet to scamper off the treadmill. He approached quickly, but before Brian could even open his mouth to give a friendly goodbye, the man was gone. His head was ducked down when rushing past the front desk and out the gym’s exit. And it didn’t take more than two brain cells to realize who he was running away from.  

“Well. He definitely knows who you are now.” Evan’s cheerfully cruel attempt to break the tension made Brian groan, his head slipping from his hand to crumble between his elbows still resting on the front desk.

“Maybe I need to hang up sexual harassment signs instead.” Tyler sounded far too smug in himself at the comment. Unable to lift his head from its defeated position, Brian aimed his middle finger toward Tyler before dropping his arm back down to cover the back of his head. The movement made the brim of the hat jerk unpleasantly into his skull, which caused a flurry of slurs to be muttered against the marble of the front desk. Evan and Tyler didn’t comment on the display, not that they needed to. Brian already knew how much of a dumbass he’d been.

He was sure that the man would never come back to the gym again.

Secondhand embarrassment at it’s finest! Poor Brock, my darling boy. He tries to be the best boy he can be. But Brian is just happy with him, so smitten. ^.^ Hope you’re all enjoying! Please like and reblog, and can’t wait to see you next saturday! 

[soldatbarnes]

Six Months

Summary: Your daughter finds out how little time you spent with your husband before marrying him. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda Mechanic!Bucky/Modern AU?); a smidge of Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word Count: 2291

Warnings: Brock Rumlow being the worst. A car accident. Cheesy fluff.

A/N: I’m sorry, I’m very rusty. I hope everybody likes this!! I don’t really have a tag list anymore because I lost it, so I didn’t know who to tag! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback would be incredible :) <3

You were sitting at your kitchen table, looking over special trinkets from your time with the love of your life. It was almost your 30th wedding anniversary, and you were feeling sentimental for the man that had captured your heart. You still couldn’t believe it. Thirty years. Having met him pretty young, you’d spent more of your lives together than apart. It was challenging sure, but you wouldn’t give him up for the world.  

Gazing at a picture from your first anniversary together, you were startled when you heard your front door open. Bucky wasn’t due back for a few hours yet. 

“Mom??” your daughter, Leigh called out. You sighed with relief, forgetting she was in the area today and promised to stop by. 

“In the kitchen Baby!” you smiled, piling pictures up together. You were so lucky. Your husband is incredible and you’d raised two amazing kids with him. 

“Watcha doin’?” she asked, flopping into a chair and nosing over the papers on the table. 

“Oh, just looking for an idea of what to do for your father this year.” you sighed. 

“I thought you guys were gonna renew your vows?” Leigh questioned, looking excited. She loved the prospect of being able to see you and your husband at a ‘second wedding’. Growing up she’d always adored how much you and Bucky loved each other, and worked together as a team, stating that she’d never settle down until she found what you had. 

“Well, we were thinking about it, but your father’s been working so hard lately, I don’t want to take a vacation when he has so much on his plate.” 

“Dad barely fixes cars anymore and spends most of his time at work drinking coffee with Uncle Steve.” Leigh laughed. “I’m sure he can take a little vacation with you. All you’d have to do is ask.” 

You chuckled. She had a point. When you first met Bucky he was a young mechanic, barely nineteen, working for your best friend in the world, Steve. Now, at almost fifty, he owned his own shop and mostly supervised the mechanics that worked for him. You glanced at your daughter, a beautiful mix of both yours and Bucky’s best features, she was concentrated on a piece of paper in front of her. 

“What?? Six months…” she mumbled. “Mom!!”

“What?” you were confused at her sudden outburst. 

“You and dad got married like, seven months before JJ was born!” 

“Yeah, I actually found out I was pregnant shortly after the wedding. I told you that.” 

“But you didn’t tell me that you and dad got married after like, six freakin’ months!!” you watched as she shook your marriage certificate around. “That’s barely enough time to get to know anybody!!” 

“Leigh relax. When you know, you know.” you shrugged. 

“I’ve barely had friendships that long!!” she was completely astounded. 

“Your dad has always been an incredibly special man.” you shook your head, remembering your first meeting. 

“Was it love at first sight or some crap?” Leigh asked. 

“Oh no. I didn’t even want to meet your father. I was completely done with all men at that point.” 

“Then how???” 

“Well it all started when I met a man named Brock…” 

After looking for an apartment for months, you’d finally found the place. It was a small two bedroom in Brooklyn that you could barely afford, but it was your new home. You couldn’t go back to your family. You had to survive on your own. Thankfully before you moved in, you found the perfect roommate, Wanda. 

Wanda was a little eccentric, but you liked her energy. You worked with her at a small coffee shop in the same area as your apartment building and you finally felt like you were getting a little closer at being able to stand on your own two feet. 

That was, until the day you were set to move in. Wanda had come to you, completely apologetic, stating that she was going to be moving in with her boyfriend instead. You couldn’t blame her. She’d been hoping he would ask for months before you even set up for her to live with you. The only problem was that the rent was a little steep for you to pay all on your own. 

But you got through. You even set aside a rainy day fund, in case of emergencies in your apartment, just in case you got sick or had to miss work, so you’d still make rent. 

Once again, things were looking up. And then you met him.

Brock Rumlow seemed charming at first. He was good looking, had a decent job, and knew some of your closest friends. At some point he’d run into some trouble, and had nowhere to go. Being the kind person that you are, you let him rent out the other room in your apartment. One thing led to another, and you’d begun dating. Everybody was supportive, except for your best friend Steve. 

Steve didn’t trust him at all. But wouldn’t give you any reasons as to why being with Brock was a bad idea. So you’d ignored him. 

Poor choice. 

On Christmas Eve, you were at Steve’s for a get together, with Brock. He had too much to drink and refused to take up Steve’s offer for you both to just spend the night until he’d sobered up in the morning. When you told him that you’d call a cab, he started to freak out. He didn’t want his precious car to be stuck there until morning. With a bad storm brewing outside, you tried to fight him on it, but it was no use. He just yelled over you until you quieted down. Begrudgingly you’d agreed to drive you both back home. 

After hugging Steve you headed out, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. A feeling you’d learn to listen to later in life. 

Brock’s car was lightweight, and didn’t have proper tires to combat the harsh winter. You’d hit a patch of ice on the way home, and spun out, into a pole. To this day you still couldn’t believe his behaviour. 

“Hey, C’mon, we gotta go!” he’d yelled. 

“What?” you asked. The entire front of the vehicle was caved in, trapping you in the driver’s seat.

“I don’t have insurance on this fucking car, we gotta go!” he managed to get himself out of the wreck and began trying to pull you out of your seat. 

“Brock, that hurts, stop it!!” your legs were completed encased. 

“Get the fuck outta the car. This isn’t funny!”

“Is everything okay out here?” your head snapped to the unfamiliar voice. “I called 9-1-1, help will be here soon!” A concerned neighbour. You felt very grateful as your head began to spin, Brock’s yelling fading out. 

“I can’t fucking believe this. This guy has no idea what he’s done! I’m fucking out!” Those were the last words you’d heard from Brock Rumlow, as you blacked out. 

When you awoke later, Steve was by your side, ready to comfort you. 

“Stevie…” You’d mumbled.

“Hey darlin’.” he sighed. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’ve been better….” he grabbed your hand. 

“Look, I know you don’t need anymore bad news, but I went to your apartment this morning…” he trailed off, refusing to look you in the eye. 

“What is it?” 

“He took everything.” he choked out. “I’m so sorry…” 

When you were discharged from the hospital Steve took you to your apartment. You were shocked when you went in. It was trashed. Your stuff was strewn everywhere, clothes were cut up, glassware was smashed. You ran to your room to look for your valuables and they were all gone. Your grandma’s jewellery, gone. Your rainy day fund, gone. 

“Steve…” you couldn’t stop the tears if you’d tried. 

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay. You can come and live with Peggy and I until we can figure this out..” he rubbed your back as you cried. 

It was about two months into living with Steve and Peggy that Steve made the suggestion that made you scoff. 

“Hey,” he’d sat down beside you on the couch as your read your favourite book. “I got a guy that I work with that I’d love for you to meet.” 

“No.” was your only answer. 

“No? What do you mean ‘No’?” he looked confused. 

“No more men. I’m done with men. I still don’t know what to do about that damn apartment. I know Brock’s still paying his part of the rent, I’m just so scared to go there. So No. No men.” 

“But this guy… He’s different!” 

“None of them are different Steve. So no.” 

And he’d let it go. For a while. And then one day, when you were doing the dishes, he came to you and said “Bucky’s coming for dinner tonight. You’ll be there.” and promptly left the kitchen.  You turned to look at Peggy who shrugged. 

“He’s… A really nice guy… I promise.” she nodded. “And he’s got a really nice ass.” 

Hours later you found yourself stealing small glances at him. You were struck by how handsome he was. He was a man of very few words. It was refreshing. You both spoke very little to one another for the whole night, but it was one of the best nights you’d ever had. After dessert was over, Bucky had declared that he need to go, and early morning at the shop the next day. 

You decided to walk him to the door, feeling Steve and Peggy’s eyes on you the whole time. 

“Hey,” he turned, after stepping over the threshold. “I know it’s not my place, but Steve told me what happened with that Brock guy. He sounds like a total dick. If you want any help going to get your stuff, let me know, and I’ll be there.” 

You knew then that he was different. 

Bucky had come with you to clean up the mess that Brock had made. Steve helped too, but you barely registered his presence, too wrapped up in the man that wasn’t vying for your attention. He was simply being himself, and for that you felt relieved. 

Every moment with Bucky Barnes felt like a breath of fresh air, and every moment spent with him you’d fallen a little more and more for him. 

After two months into your relationship, the words had slipped through your lips. 

He was sitting on your couch, playing with your cat. He had cooked dinner, accepted your help with cleaning up, and now he was lounging. The cat was laying across his chest, playing with the fingers that he held up to him. Bucky was like nobody you’d ever known before, and he fit so well into your life. 

“Hey!” he’d called out, “When are you gonna join us? Watching Netflix isn’t the same without you.” he held out his arm for you to crawl into the space beside him. You sighed out the words before you could stop them. I love you. 

“What did you just say?” the words were so low you barely heard him. 

“I said ‘I love you Bucky’.” you replied, louder and more firm this time. He never once made you afraid to express your feelings. 

“That’s incredible.” he laughed. “I love you too. So much.” he declared, leaning over to give you a heartwarming kiss. 

By the fourth month you’d known. 

You were sat on his toolbox, in the shop he was working at at the time. He was sitting cross legged at your feet, taking a sip of the coffee you’d brought him. 

“Okay, so. This weekend we have Steve and Peggy’s for dinner…” he mumbled out loud. You’d moved in together soon after you’d shared ‘I love you’s’, much to Steve’s delight. “And we have Becca’s birthday brunch next Saturday…” He was always so busy, that he often went over stuff out loud with you. He always said it kept him true to his word, because you’d never let him off the hook if he missed something. 

“Busy couple of weeks..” you reached over, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He looked a little tired, and was covered in grease. 

“That reminds me,” he smiled up at you. “Can you book the weekend after Becca’s birthday off?” 

“Ummm, sure. Why?” you asked, brow furrowing. 

“I want to take you to my cabin by the lake. Have a nice weekend, just the two of us.” he looked you in the eyes. So sincere. So unlike every interaction you’d ever had. And you knew. He was the one. So you’d asked, for him to be yours forever. And he’d said yes. 

“You proposed to dad?!” Leigh’s voice brought you back to the moment. 

“Yes! I loved, love, him so much. I have never met another person who even came close to being as incredible as your father. Except for you and your brother. Your both just like him. Sweet, caring, kind, sincere, feisty…” you trailed off. 

“It’s disgusting how much you love him.” she laughed. 

“It’s disgusting how much who loves who?” Your heart sped up. It always sped up at the sound of his voice. 

“How much I love you, Husband.” you chuckled when he appeared in the room, immediately striding to you and placing a loving kiss to your lips. 

“And I love you so much, beautiful wife.” he winked, before wrapping your daughter up in a hug. “And it’s not disgusting Leigh, it’s wonderful. Your mom makes us all better people.” 

“You’re both so cheesy.” she laughed. 

“You love it.” you responded in unison, before he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss once more. 

[tarithenurse]

Agent of Hope - 11

Your world falls into ruin together with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcements Logistics Division when you find out that your boyfriend isn’t one of the good guys. Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents: Swearing, angst, distrust, pain, doubt, hate. A/N: Thanks for all the sweet comments! 

11 - Telling Faiths

…   Romanoff’s PoV   …

She botches the landing a bit, the sharp sting in the ankle like an elastic snapping is proof of that. Getting rid of the parachute quickly, Natasha is already scanning the deck for the nearest hostiles while trusting the team to handle anyone immediately out of range. She’s right to do so. The first one has already fallen at the stern with one of Clint’s arrows lodged in the chest, and the next is about to have an up-close encounter with Captain Fossil himself.

The messy part of securing the ship is over quickly. Too quickly. It’s manned by a skeleton crew even on a (supposed) course to Japan with a near empty cargo hold. All of it smells fishy…well, not the ship itself, but the situation, and Natasha has made sure to keep one of the hostiles alive and capable of talking.

Oh, he will talk. Turning slowly, there’s no hesitation in any of the former assassin’s movements, no emotions in her eyes that could give the man hope as he stands partially suspended by impromptu handcuffs from a thick pipe. He will talk because she needs him to. Where is [Y/N]?

… Rumlow’s PoV   …

Staring at the vacant eyes of his love, Brock knows he shouldn’t harbour any illusions of the future of their relationship. It’s doomed. And that’s okay. He can’t trust the woman anymore anyways and she’s worth more to Hydra than to him. He won’t be selfish if there’s a chance he can help the cause.

A soft whimper draws his attention to the lines between [Y/N]’s brows and the parting of her dry lips. Another “nightmare”, or so she would claim if it wasn’t for the medication that keeps her mostly sedated. Pliable. Perhaps it’s silly, but part of Brock misses the feistiness that had surprised him when they’d captured her about a week ago. More than that? The days are still a bit of a blur due to the pain from his injuries and the steely focus he’s applied to the task at hand. Breaking her. Even with the drugs, he’s not entirely convinced of her surrender. That’s one of the reasons for the heavy sedation. The other is the theory that being in a near-sleep state will somehow trigger the visions without [Y/N] being alert enough to lie about it or withhold any information.

“Hey, baby.” Reaching for her hand, anger bubbles when she clenches her fist subconsciously to avoid holding his. Instead, Brock shakes her gently. “Hey, are ya dreaming?”

For a moment she looks at him, eyes squinting in confusion. “’I’mmm no’ the’e.” The words are mumbled, oozing out over the split bottom lip with a sluggishness fitting a drunkard. “Not…the-ere…”

“Where?” It’s tempting to shake her hard, yell at her, but doing that just shuts her up completely. He’s tried.

“Whe-where we…were…ship.” The P pops. “Can’t finnn…hrm…find meh.”

Leaning in over the chair, both of Brock’s hands are squeezing the armrests hard enough he wouldn’t have been surprised if the metal buckled. “Someone’s looking for ya?” But [Y/N]’s attention is gone, eyes glazed over and focused on infinity.

What she said is enough to raise red flags, of course, and he ignores the ache in the torso as he climbs up the ladder from the former swimming pool of the abandoned school he and his team of Hydra personnel are using at the moment.

There’s no need to shout the order at the agent to take over guard duty…but it feels good. Further down the hall there’s a bend which has become a tac-station where there are more people to bark orders at. Can’t find her. Who can’t find her? Avengers, of course. Phones flash brightly in even with the extra lamps they’ve set up, pc-screens flicker with images from surveillance.

“No answer, boss.” The wiry man with the too-long hair reports, clicking off the phone.

Shifting his attention to the technician, Brock only needs one more answer to be sure. “Live feed?”

“’S cut, sir,” she explains, “this was the last bit…”

The frames per second is low, but enough to show the unmistakable shape of a red-and-gold suit landing on a ship’s deck before being obscured by the damned Dorito-shape of Rogers. Next moment the image resets and the insurgents are gone.

“How long ago?”

The techy doesn’t dare look up at him. “Less than an hou–“

“How. Long?”

The fresh scarring covering Brock’s face, neck and upper torso throbs with the pace of his heart. Not now. He has to calm down as long as the objective is this clear, and the deep breaths help a bit even if his knuckles are white from how hard he clenches his fists.

“F-forty-two minutes. Sir.”

A shuffle at the far end of the hall catches his attention. Team change. 30 minutes ago, the rotation was done and the chick sitting by the screens isn’t the culprit which means she gets to live, contrary to the fucker who’s slinking into the shadows in the corner but not out of range of a bullet.

“Get a fly-by from nearest base.” He takes the phone from the second in command and redials while he continues to spit commands. Amateurs. “If anything’s out a place, run a sweep code red….assume clean-up. Prep for relocation and double the guards.”

…   Romanoff’s PoV   …

Technology is a great thing in many ways and at the moment Natasha’s cherishing the wonderful concept of GPS with passive trackers found in the SUV the Hydra-team had been using until Steve and Stark convinced them to stop the car. “Convinced”, the redhead smiles wickedly to herself. Tiny, laser-guided missiles and a pissed off Captain are very good arguments in their own right.

“Got it.” Turning the device over, she shows both map and co-ordinates to the others.

The trip will be longer than any of them want, Natasha more so than the others, but at least they know where to go. More importantly, they know there’s a chance of success. [Y/N]’s alive. The sense of relief is bittersweet, mixed with the pain of having been told what the poor woman is suffering through at the hands of her ex and his buddies. The Avengers will have to be careful not to spook her or in any way do anything that triggers reactions to the nightmare she’s lived. Still alive. That’s all that matter right now, the recovery will come after and it will be long, hard, and dark.

…   Reader’s PoV   …

You can’t exactly figure out what part of you is hurting. You just know that the ache never really leaves, it just changes in slow waves from dull to sharp, from tear-jerking spikes to non-stop throbbing, never giving you a chance to sleep properly.

Or maybe that’s the people? Brock has been there almost all the time, watching over you like a hawk and always with the questions. Asking. Asking. Asking. You don’t want to answer him, but if you don’t…No! Not answering is worse. Especially when he sends the other people away. As long as there’s someone else, even the once that put needles and pain in you, then he doesn’t hurt you too much. Answer. Answer. Answer.

Your head is heavy, too heavy to lift so it just lolls from one shoulder to the other as you try to see who’s there because it’s been so quiet. Too quiet. It feels good to turn the face the other way. Cool steel and something soft and dark touches the skin of your forehead and cheek, calming the burning feeling and slowing the flashes of pain in your head for just a moment. It passes too soon and you chase the sensation, the relief by shifting a bit further.

Something chafes on your wrists, keeps your arms stuck to the thing you’re sitting in. Why? Thinking it might be because you will leave otherwise, you yank feebly at the restraints in a futile attempt at breaking free of them. It just hurts.

In the beginning, it feels like an ember that has landed deep in your brain. Just a tiny grain of searing pain. But within seconds, it expands to become a razor wire running to your forehead and to the base of your skull. Sharp, jagged, and burning hot as it feeds you images you don’t want to see of people you never have met getting killed and fleeing screaming. Of Natasha locked in a cell somewhere with old radio gear. Steve in full suit walking across the tarmac of an airport. Of Brock, on his knees with blood running from the corner of his mouth. It’s random and overwhelming, each scene flickering by so fast it makes you feel nauseous thanks to the combination of the pain.

…

Bile burns in your throat and nostrils, the sour discharge stinging your eyes with it’s stink.

“Fuck, that’s gross!” The voice comes to you through the ringing in your ears. “Get the hose!”

The words don’t make much sense, but you know what’s going to happen because each time they’ve managed to trigger a potent enough vision you end up puking…and then Brock or someone else grabs the hose and rinse you with the icy cold water. In a way you don’t mind, because it lessens the pain grating through your brains.

But the cold water never hits you this time.

[soulflamesketches]

Venom will protect his young at all costs headcannon.

I have two interpretations of this ask 1. Being you and Eddie/Venom having a child which this list is. BUT the other is you being adopted by Eddie and Venom. (Psst! I’ll think about the alternative.)

Pregnancy and Birth

You were warned of Venom’s instincts when you had announced your pregnancy to Eddie.

Yes, the Klyntar reproduce asexually, but being bonded to Eddie caused Vemon to inherit romantic and parental protective instincts.

You were not allowed to lift a finger, even in the first few weeks of your pregnancy

“Morsel!? What are you doing up? Go back to bed!” “Excuse me! I’m only a few weeks pregnant. I can still look after the apartment!”

Little disagreements like this continued until you had only given in during your last trimester

The day of your labour was defiantly interesting.

Venom freaked out when you nearly doubled over in pain from a contraction.

After web-slinging to the hospital, Eddie allowed you to crush one of his hands while the other was supporting your back. Venom had been massaging your back in the hopes it would help you relax

After a few hours, you brought your baby girl into the world. Chloe Brock.

You and Eddie had to hold Venom back from biting the nurses’ heads off when they took her away from you to clean.

It was love at first sight and you could see it in his large white eyes as you let him hold your bundle of joy.

As she grows up

You and Eddie never explicitly told your daughter about Venom because you were scared that she would become a target to those who were out to get him

Venom was pouty about it at first, but he did end up understanding why your hesitations

BUT

That understanding went out the window when someone started to bully her in school

The MOMENT he heard about it, he wanted to rip the kid to shreds

Poor little Chloe was so confused when Eddie tried to march out of the room and you, little ole you, was holding you’re already largely built husband back from getting the door

“No. No. No. Eddie, No! Chole, go to bed, I gotta talk to your father.” “But bedtime is still an hour away!” “Watch a movie then!” Chloe quickly run off to bed, quietly shutting her door so the movie wouldn’t disturb you two

“Both of you. Get to your senses. Venom. Out. Now.” Your dark tone always got the symbiote to show himself, glistening tongue, toothy grin and all. “Yes, my sweet morsel~?” He used this tone when he knew he was in trouble.

You grabbed his tongue and tugged him down to your level, earning a small whine from him. “Do not sweet talk me. You are not going to murder a child.”

“But they hurt our offspring!”

“I do not condone child murder! Trust me, I hate it as well. But I -we- will talk to her teacher and the child’s parents. Just. No. Murder.” Damn, they married you for a reason. It’s a terrifying reason. But a good one.

In the end, you and Eddie did talk to the kid’s parents. But Chole later told you that her bully would run away from whenever she entered a room.

All you did was glare at Eddie from across the room.

The dreaded teenage years

By the age of 15, Chloe knew of Venom completely. She loved her two fathers dearly, to her, they are the greatest heroes of all time.

Also by this time, she had come out as Bi to you three, but you welcomed it with open arms. But Venom held back a growl as he realised what this means.

The dating game. Having been there with Eddie through many dates and girls, he was scared for the effect it would have on his little one

Chole’s first romantic partner was a girl; a quiet, but sweet one with many jokes to tell and made it clear that making Chloe smile was her goal. Her name is Val

But Venom was hard to convince; Who could protect his little one more successfully then himself!? “No one!”

Not even you could convince the Demon of San Fransisco not to do anything to Val.

He had her cornered in an alleyway one night, one of his clawed hands placed on her shoulder, not fazing as she brought out a pocket knife

“Listen here, you little vixen. Your joking facade will not fool me! I WILL NOT hesitate to rip limps or bite heads if you dare to hurt MY little one!”

“L-Little one? Y-You mean Chloe!?” “Yes. You lie to her and break even the smallest piece of her heart and you’ll be a headless turd on the streets!”

“Mr Brock? I’m not going to hurt Chloe! Jesus Christ! I’m not gonna do that to her!

“The threat is still on the table!”

Venom is Venom; he’s willing to ignore Eddie’s rule when eating to protect his clan; his mate and his offspring. Even if they don’t condone his method

“YOU CORNERED MY/HER GIRLFRIEND!?”

Note for everyone about Headcanons: These may be sparse because I opened them in case I have brain farts while writing imagines. Kind of like a backup. So if I take a while to respond to your ask, that is why.

[the-silentium]

Unsteady Pt. 2

Summary: When Y/N delivers her current target to the Life Foundation, she discovers that he is her soulmate. After all the efforts her team needed to get him in, they now have to get him out.

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader , Venom x Reader

Words: 2260 words

A/N: It’s long, sorry. I hope you like it !

You regain consciousness on a chair, in a bright room. You can feel your team before you even see them. You adjust your vision to the brightness and take in your environment. Your friends took all of you to your client, the Life Foundation. In front of you, there is Mr. Loser, attached to a metallic table and there is the black moving goo on the opposite side of the room.

You get yourself up and Jaya comes to you.

"Easy, you should stay seated for a while."

You shake your head. "No, I’m fine. Really."

You could already feel her power in you. Healing your mind with tenderness. You feel like floating. Then, your client comes in. Carlton Drake. Every time you see him, you have goosebumps all over your body, and today is not an exception. Everything that’s on his mind is honestly terrifying. At first, you wanted anything to do with this monster of a human, but you felt bad for the poor guy that was stuck with the Venom, so you gave your agreement.

"It’s perfect." Drake says, "Your team really lives up to its reputation. Your payment is currently transferred to your account."As on cue, a bip could be heard on Mike’s pocket to confirm that the money has been received."Now, I only have to make it up to you, Mr. Brock. All the pain you have put me through, now you will learn to respect people that are above you."

You stopped listening when Drake says your Mr. Loser name. Brock. You stopped breathing. You instantly connect your mind to him, one more time.

"What’s your name ?"

"What?!"

"Your name! What is it ?! Are you Eddie Brock ?"

"Yes. How can’t you know my name ?"

Not answering his question, you broke contact with him and join Mike. You tell him that this guy is your soulmate. He is the name tattooed on your wrist since birth. The goddamn guy you wanted to meet since your childhood but hesitate at the same time, because you have a hell of a life. Mike doesn’t answer right away. There is a silence that felt like hours and it makes the panic rises in you. Despite your reluctance to meet him, you always had this unconditional love toward the guy whose name was written on your body. After all, he was supposed to be the perfect match for you.

Mike’s loud voice gets you off your mind. "These kinds of parties are not our specialty, so we will go now."

Drake sends him away with his hand and all your team follows the leader. You feel betrayed and confused. Mike, Axel, Jaya and yourself always valued a soulmate. There was a rule in your group that said that if one of you finally found his or her soulmate, they have to let go off the team. Non-negotiable. Staying would put everyone in danger, and this was not going to happen. So, why was Mike abandoning you? To keep you in the team?

Abruptly, Mike stop and you almost bump into Axel. He turns to you.

"Don’t worry. We will get him out."

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After explaining the plan to the others, you all returned to the lab where your other part was confined. You were stopped by the guards of Drake at the entrance.

"We need to talk to Mr. Drake. There has been a mistake." Mike says to the leader of the guards.

He looks at Drake and he nods his head. You can all pass. You let out a breath you don’t know you were keeping. You feel your hand sweat in your gloves. You have never been this stressed on a mission before. Mike goes to talk to Drake when you all stay near the entrance. You note the symbiote location, and you feel Axel’s hand on your arm. Everything will be alright. Mike gives the signal by punching Drake on the face and you take control of the 5 guards on the room. They are way more easy to control than Venom, even if they scream way more than him. They understand anything that is going on. You send signals to their brain to make them drop their weapons, and you lead them to another lab that was used for their tests human/symbiote. You close the door and release them. You make sure it’s locked when you return to the others.

Eddie has already been freed, Drake is nowhere to be seen and so does Axel. Jaya is currently healing your soulmate and Mike talks to him. You approach slowly and hear them:

"What just happened? You do a job, get paid and kill your employer! Not that I mind, but you guys have no honor !"

"Honor? Who has honor these days? And to answer your question, there was a change in the plan. Well, more like an unexpected detail."

"That is ?" He asks concern about his safety.

 "Not for me to tell and now is not the time. We have to hide you." Mike answers flatly.

With that, he gets out, followed by Jaya and Axel sometime later. You stay behind and point to Venom. "You can take him back if you want. But please, control him. We want to help you."

"Yeah, like you helped me back there and like you helped Drake and betrayed him afterward."

You feel guilty. You hurt him. Your soulmate. And now, he doesn’t trust you. You understand it. You wouldn't trust yourself either if the sides were reversed. Eddie went to Venom prison and after analyzing the container, he finally freed him. It took no time for the symbiote to take control of Eddie’s body and lunge toward you. He pushes you on the wall and lifts you by your throat. Your teammates can’t intervene. You forbid them to.

You are face to face with Venom. His mouth is drooling of saliva, his teeth ask nothing more than tear your body in pieces and yet, you have no fear. You watch him dead in the eyes, and yet, you are limb in his hand. You feel his anger and confusion. You only lift your wrist slowly to his face and with your other hand, you pull your sleeve up. You remove your wristlet that covers your soulmate tattoo and the second Eddie sees his name on your wrist, he fights for control.

"Why is your name on her wrist Eddie?"

Venom can feel the distress in Eddie, the confusion, the relief, the excitement and something he doesn’t understand. Eddie has already talked to him about the name on his wrist. Saying that she was the part of himself he searched for longs years but never gets to find. He often dreamed of that unknown person, wanting to be complete and happy like every other couple on the street that had found each other. He had googled her name, but no luck. She was impossible to find. Eddie felt depressed, feeling he would never be truly happy. That’s why Venom lets Eddie takes control. He feels that Eddie needed it.

You see Venom return into Eddie’s body. His grip on your throat lose and you can breathe again. It doesn’t last long because the second Eddie can move on his own, he launches to you and takes you in his arms. He doesn’t let go for a long minute, and all he does is taking in everything about you. Your smell, your body that fit perfectly against him, your beautiful hair, he pushes away to see your eyes. He was breath taken by your eyes and how gorgeous you are without your mask.

"I finally get to meet you, love." He says while cupping your face.

You can feel his happiness, and it’s overwhelming. Your head is spinning, but you don’t care. You take all you can from this moment because you know that when he hears everything about you, he will go. Everyone that knows about you always go. You have always been alone, your teammates and Hidde being the only exceptions.

"Well, love birds, we have to get out of here. They will come back any time." you hear Axel says.

You turn to him and nod. Eddie lets go of you, but keep your right hand in his. You see in his look that he is determined to not let you go. Only if he knew… You then start running after your team, Eddie right behind you, still gripping your hand. The run is silent, everyone concentrated on the environment. Axel is the first to point the guards incoming. You have to hide behind a corner because Eddie keeps a firm grip on your right hand. You try to remove him by shaking your hand, but a black goo take over both your hands and you can't even move a finger now. Good. You can still shoot with your left hand but, to be honest, you suck. So you abandon the idea of helping your friends and keep both of you safe during the short exchange of shots. When it’s clear, you continue running. There. The door that leads to the back of the building. There, you steal motorcycles with your thief skills and you take the lead with Eddie stick on your back.

You feel his breath on your neck, and it distracts you. You don’t know how you have done it, but you all made it to your safe spot. There, you all disperse, going to your own safe house. You know the position of the cameras too well. You avoid them all, and finally get to an alley. You get down of the motorcycle, Eddie does the same and you push it behind a waste container.

"Will you talk to me now ?" asks Eddie

Yeah... you have been ignoring him during the trip. You take a deep breath and look at him in the eye.

"I will tell you everything, but can we make it to my house? The streets aren’t safe."

He nods and takes your hand with that same firm grip than before. You lead him to your apartment, and you stop at the door, key in the keyhole.

"Hey, um… I have a dog. Well, kind of. And he is overprotective and he doesn’t like strangers..."

"I love dogs." he says with a smile

You stop for a second, admiring his smiling face and nod. You are not very honest about this. Hidde is more than a dog. He is a breed between a wolf and a dog, so he is very imposing. You turn the key and open the door. The apartment is silent and dark. You flick on the light and say loudly while stepping farther in: "I’m home buddy !"

An orange flash then came from the bedroom and flatten you on the ground. You are assaulted by licks, and you giggle. "I’ve missed you too buddy !" When you big boy finishes to cover you with his saliva, he turns around and stares at Eddie, who is confused. You sense your companion tension, and you kneel beside him. "Hidde, that’s Eddie, a friend. Eddie, that’s Hidde, my wolf-dog."

Hidde is in fact, more a wolf than a dog. He weighs 70 kg and is 80 cm tall. He has the body of a wolf, the instinct too, but he has the behavior of a puppy. The fur on his back is dark-orange and is white on his belly. Like you, he has endured experimentations that gave him special abilities.

"Hi bud’." says Eddie with a tremulous voice while presenting his hand to your dog.

You scratch Hidde between the ears and encourage him toward your soulmate. You know that your orange dog will not hurt him. You just hope that he will not sense Venom as a threat. Eddie is not sure of what to do with a wolf-dog and you help him. You put your hand on top of his and direct it toward Hidde’s nose. Your pet smells him and giving his agreement, he leans his head a bit and you put Eddie’s hand on his head. Then, you release him and he is in awe. He pets him and soon, he is on the floor, being lick like yourself earlier.

You lift yourself up and go to the kitchen. You prepare Hidde’s supper and the second you put it on the ground, he abandons Eddie and jumps on his bowl. You pat his head and join Eddie on the couch.

"Your dog is amazing, even if I doubt that he has dog DNA in him," he says. You chuckle and a silent falls on you two. You are scared of what’s coming next.

"I have so much to ask you." he says softly, "You know, I’ve searched for you a damn lot. I was supposed to be a good reporter, but I couldn’t even find my own soulmate! Now, I think I know why I never found you." he looks at your clothing.

You shift a bit. You don’t really know how to answer. "Well, I’ve not been a mercenary for a long time… But I come from far, so you don’t have to be ashamed. There was no way in the world you would have found me." you answer with a little voice.

You can see in Eddie’s face that he is worried. He leans closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, and the other takes a hold of your chin.

"Y/N. What are you talking about? Where do you come from ?"

"From Hell."