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bruisedboys · 10 months

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honeybody — “call me, even if it’s the middle of the night” w neighbor!eddie brock!! i’m not sure where exactly my brain was taking me with this but it feels right in my heart

roma!!! this was so fun to write thank youu so much for the ask. eddie brock hottest man alive

fem!reader x neighbour!eddie brock (no venom lol sorry)

Eddie’s been watching you for an embarrassing amount of time. He can see you out of his kitchen window, and although he’s supposed to be doing the dishes, he keeps glancing out the window in hopes of catching another glimpse of you.

You’re re-painting the side of your house with a fresh coat of paint, perched on a ladder that doesn’t look too safe, if he’s being honest. Paintbrush in hand and a paint pot balanced precariously on the ladder rung next to your hip, you’re very immersed in your work. Which is lucky, otherwise you probably would’ve noticed his staring.

Eddie finishes washing the dishes (which took him about an hour, what with all the spying on you) and he’s about to go and see you — purely to check the stability of your ladder, of course, nothing else — but before he can work up the courage there’s a yelp from outside followed by a thud that sounds suspiciously like Eddie’s too late.

He races to the nearest window and peers out and his heart drops when he an empty ladder. Soon enough he spots you, lying on your back in your well-tended grass. He doesn’t think. He’s out the door in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N!” He calls, rounding the fence that separates your houses. The heap on the grass that’s you lifts it’s head. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You sit up just as Eddie reaches you, rubbing the back of your head, dazed. “Eddie?”

Eddie doesn’t have time to think about how pretty you look right now. There’s a paint splotch on your cheek and the same colour is speckled all over your fingers. He gets to his knees in the grass.

“Hey, are you okay?” His hand finds your shoulder. “Did you fall?”

You giggle. “No, I just decided I’d lie on the grass for a bit,” you deadpan. “Yes, I fell, Eddie, but I’m fine.”

Eddie doesn’t even half believe you. His hand slides to the space between your shoulder blades. “Are you sure? You were pretty high up.”

He realises a second too late he’s exposed himself. You seem to realise the very same thing.

“Were you watching me?” You ask, squinting at him, but you’re smiling at least.

Eddie backtracks. “What? No, I just— I saw you out the window, and—“

“I’m joking, Eddie,” you laugh. “Help me up, will you?”

He helps you, wondering how on earth you manage to be so pretty and funny and sweet all at the same time. He feels dizzy when he stands, even though you’re the one that fell off a ladder.

Once you’re standing you try to take a step but your success is short lived. The second you put weight on your left foot you’re hissing in pain.

“Ow,” you groan, toppling sideways into Eddie. He catches you, thankfully, one hand gripping your forearm and the other around your waist. He’d think about how close you are to him but he’s too busy worrying. He can think about it later.

“What’s the matter?” He demands, panicked now that you actually look like you’re in pain, your face all screwed up and your hand clinging to his elbow.

“My ankle,” you explain, pointing in the general direction of your foot. “Hurts.”

Eddie, heart racing, manages to get you to your porch and sit you down on one of the chairs. He props your foot up on the little table you sit at to read in the mornings. (Not that he watches you read in the morning. He just happened to notice it a few times.)

He assesses your ankle and deems it sprained. He takes you inside and puts you on your couch while you complain.

“Eddie, seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m fine, I can—“

“Do you have ice?” He interrupts your pointless rambling as he straightens up from helping you into your seat.

You frown at him, all fake offended. It’s awfully cute. “No. But I have frozen corn. In my freezer in the bottom drawer.”

Eddie leaves to find your frozen corn and when he comes back he finds you slumped on the couch, looking tired and defeated. You’re both silent as he lifts your foot onto the coffee table and presses your pack of frozen corn kernels against your ankle. When he finally looks at your face you’re smiling at him, droopy eyes and all.

“Thanks,” you say. “Feels nice.”

Eddie chuckles. “Mhm, I bet it does. You know you should be more careful. You’re lucky it’s not broken.”

You rolls your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Gee, thanks.”

“I’m not kidding around,” Eddie argues, “Really. Next time just ask me and I’ll come over and paint it for you.”

There’s a silent promise in his words. Yeah, he’ll paint your house. He’ll do whatever you want him to do. All you have to do is ask.

“Okay,” you say, your voice taking on this soft, sweet tone that feels both familiar and foreign all at once.

Eddie straightens up, deciding if he stays here any longer he might fall in love with you. As if he hasn’t already.

“Keep it elevated,” he tells you. “And keep the ice on it. I’ll come check on you in the morning, okay? But call me if it gets worse. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”

You grin at him and give him a tired salute. “Thanks, Doctor Brock.”

Eddie grimaces at you. “Don’t ever call me that again, please.”

You giggle. “Sorry. Thanks, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles back, totally lovelorn. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

He finishes the paint job for you. And he brings dinner over, even though you tell him over the phone that he doesn’t have to. It’s safe to say he’s fallen even harder than you.

#★ mal writes!#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x fem!reader #eddie brock fic #eddie brock blurb #eddie brock drabble #eddie brock oneshot #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock au #eddie brock fanfic #eddie brock fanfiction #⟡ 4k celebration!

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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The Satin Noir Killer: An Eddie Brock Story

Chapter Five - Eddie's Ex

Note to the reader ** This storyline now merges an AU I’ve created - James Delaney - Private Eye. If you’re curious about James and Gabby - please read at your leisure!

The day after the party, Eddie and Katla were very confused by where the evidence of the case had led them. None of their previous assumptions added up to what Hector was saying, but Katla was now more insistent than ever to get in touch with the police. Eddie had come over to Katla’s apartment and they were typing out their notes and going over the recently uncovered information.

“Eddie, we need to involve the police. We at least need to have them to question Hector and include his interview in their case files,” Katla insisted.

“Um, yeah I mean I agree. But I’m still not sure they are going to listen to us,” Eddie said.

“How come? Let’s just call and see if we can talk with the Lead Detective on the case,” Katla said.

“Sure, sure,” Eddie said, nervously scratching the back of his head.

Katla saw that he was acting strangely and she sat up a little straighter on the couch and crossed her arms, glaring at Eddie.

“Eddie, what did you do?”

“Huh? Why does it always have to be because of me?”

Katla narrowed her eyes at him and waited for him to confess.

“Alright, alright…I kinda pissed off the Lead Detective,” Eddie said.

“How?!” Katla asked.

“Uh, I might have accused him of not doing his job,” Eddie replied, cringing a little as he knew Katla would not be happy.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. You are incorrigible,” Katla scoffed.

“Hey, I’ve gotten better…with you at least, haven’t I?”

Katla couldn’t help but smile and she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Yes, you have. And you better keep it that way, buddy,” she added. “But you need to think of a way to get us back in good graces with the detective.”

Katla would have called herself, but unfortunately the police would want a press pass and they’ll even check if Katla was an actual journalist due to the case and the sensitive nature of the information. If she called, she’d have to tell them which company she worked for and that Lead Detective probably black listed their company because of Eddie.

Eddie sighed and nodded, knowing she was right.

“Well, let’s do a little research on him, shall we? Maybe I can dig something up on him,” Eddie said, typing the Lead Detective’s name into the google search engine.

“Eddie, you can’t black mail him into talking to you!” Katla said.

“Uh, I don’t think I need to black mail him….” Eddie said, trailing off.

“What?” Katla asked.

She watched Eddie’s face and he seemed a little shocked. She called his name and he still didn’t reply.

“What are you looking at?” She said, moving forward and yanking his laptop from his lap.

“Hey, wait!,” Eddie said, trying to grab back the laptop.

Katla saw an image of a very attractive couple on instagram. The comments under the photo said “we’re engaged!” and the user name was GabbyP30.

“Who are they? And who is GabbyP30?”

“Uh, well, I know her. And that guy, it’s the Lead Detective, James Delaney,” Eddie said.

“Oh my god, really? He’s hot,” she said, looking at the ruggedly handsome man in the image.

“What? No way, he’s an asshole,” Eddie complained, taking back his laptop.

“So, how do you know this GabbyP30 person?” Katla asked.

Eddie looked a little uncomfortable before replying.

“She…she’s my ex-girlfriend,” he said.

“Oh…are you okay? I mean I don’t know your history…but does it upset you that she's getting engaged?”

“Huh? You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? You don’t still love her do you?”

“No, I mean…I did love her, but…it didn’t work out. We left on good terms though. But…god damn it, she’s marrying a dick,” Eddie said.

“Eddie, focus. If you know her and you’re on good terms, you can maybe get her to change Detective Delaney’s mind,” she said.

“I know…I don’t like the idea of using her though,” Eddie said.

“You didn’t mind stealing my story and not apologizing for months,” Katla said, suddenly feeling very hurt by his concern for this other woman.

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Hey, no. I care for you Kat, don’t feel that way. I’ll ask her, okay?”

He closed his computer and scooted over to her. He took her laptop from her and placed it on the coffee table. Taking her into his arms he kissed her gently. She kissed him in return and he slid his tongue into her mouth. He then pushed her back onto the couch and they had a mini make out session, with Eddie slowly dry humping her leg and kissing her neck.

“You wanna?” He whispered.

She did, but the case was too much on her mind. She really wanted Eddie to initiate contact with this Gabby person and get James Delaney to hear them out.

“After you call Gabby,” she said, pushing him up a little off of her.

“Come on, I’m hard as fuck,” he whined.

“Okay, fine, but right after you need to call her,” she insisted.

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” Eddie said, pulling Katla off the couch and playfully picking her up and going to her bedroom.

He tossed her on the bed and she giggled as he pounced on her. After a much longer than intended, but thoroughly satisfying sex session, Katla grabbed Eddie’s phone and handed it to him. They were still naked in bed and Eddie rolled his eyes. He wasn’t really looking forward to talking with his ex on the phone while his new girlfriend was listening. He went to his contacts, found Gabby’s number and dialed.

“I doubt she’ll even pick…” Eddie began, but he heard the other side pick up.

“Gabriela,” a voice he hadn’t heard in over a year chipped into the phone.

Eddie was silent for a moment and Gabriela spoke again.

“Hello?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Hey, Gabby, this is…Eddie,” Eddie managed to say.

“Oh my god, Eddie! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in forever,” she said.

“I’m doing good, yeah…keeping busy. Um, so I was just giving you a call to see if you wanted to grab some lunch?”

“Sure, I can do that, are you free tomorrow?”

“I am. You want to meet around noon at Ray’s downtown, you remember?”

“Of course!”

“Okay, see ya then,” Eddie said.

“Yep, see you, bye!”

Eddie hung up the phone and looked over at Katla.

“There, done. Are you happy?” Eddie asked.

“No, not really. Just don’t fall back in love with her, because both James Delaney and I will kill you,” she said, taking the phone from Eddie’s hand and climbing on top of him for round two.

#eddie brock #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #eddie brock au

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nicodrawings · 4 months

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Ganke and his dorky spider friends.

#my drawings #artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr #illustration #art #au #marvel #spiderman #spider woman #venom #ganke lee #peter parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #eddie brock #jessica drew

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ask-symbrock · 1 year

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((You’ve been challenged by trainers Eddie and Venom!!

I’m moving soon so I haven’t been able to work on asks, so I hope you guys enjoy this 😌 and if you want to ask any Pokémon venom questions I’ll create a separate tag!))

#Pokémon aus heal me #Poké Venom #venom #veddie #ask symbrock #symbrock #Eddie Brock #Pokémon #my art #marvel #mcu #illustration #cartoon

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sirwolficus · 1 year

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from november 2021 - venom unmasking 6260!peter

#my art #earth 6260 #earth 6260 au #spiderman #spiderman au #venom #6260 venom #eddie brock #eddie brock 6260 #peter parker #6260 peter parker #6260 peter #alternate universe #spiderman alternate universe #spiderverse #spiderverse oc

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thehammerhorse · 5 months

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Trying this for a fourth time grrr

Lepidoptera au redraw (OG art by clown/PartyCoffin)

Brawl stars au? I need recommendations for the other characters. Considering doing Julie as Piper?

My sona dressed as Frank

Colt from Brawl Stars (OG and Rockstar)

#lepidoptera au #welcome home #welcome home lepidoptera au #bugs #frank frankly #insects #lepidoptera #eddie dear #moth frank #Brawl stars #Brawl stars colt #Brawl stars brock #Colt #Brock #Welcome home brawl stars au #My art

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iifishizzleii · 2 months

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soap being discharged from the s.f. after a mission gone wrong. his job was to extract an info catalogue from an abandoned lab in siberia, but instead he accidentally blows up one of the testing labs and ‘kills’ an inorganic species in the process. only he didn’t kill it.

and it turns out that it is actually a sentient alien symbiote that had attached itself to soap to stay alive. it’s name is ghost, and it’s a fucking asshole mocking a british accent it heard from one of the scientists, threatening to eat the head off of rude civilians and appearing like black ooze with a face similar to the shape of a skull.

but, between high tailing it with ghost or returning him to shepherd— the man who’d been running the lab in secret— soap chooses ghost. cue a messy story of a scott and his parasite saving the world

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #ghoap #ghost cod #ghoap cod #ghost x soap #venom symbiote #venom au #ghost is venom #soap is eddie brock #because i said so #kyle can be anne #lewis can be price lmao

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findafight · 1 year

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Venom/spiderman steddie but like. Steve has the codependent relationship with the symbiote (Robin) and Eddie is Spiderman who sells his own selfies because that's easy money. He sees Steve walking down the street talking to himself and buying forty pounds of chocolate and was like oh~? He's... deranged? Sounds like my kind of man!

Meanwhile Robin is like "Steve can we PLEASE eat that homophobes head. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" And Steve, outloud says "ABSOLUTELY NO EATING PEOPLES HEADS ROBIN"

This does not deter Eddie who think having a no eating heads policy is a good thing.

#steddie #platonic stobin #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #listen i get that both eddie munson and eddie brock are wet cats of men but the human/symbiote dynamic is stobin ok #either that or eddie is the synboote and its the fucked up codependent monsterfucker relationship of the comics god bless #steve is just the kind of guy aliens see and are like ohhhh im gonna latch onto his brain and not let go hehehe #finda's rambles #venom steve au

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ghostheartfelt · 10 months

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*:･｡☆ tags: cafe cuteness (fr), regular customer au, sunshine reader, grown attachments, pervert!venom, fem!reader, first introduction, no use of y/n, she/her prns used

〔☆〕 desc: you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote. very calm and soft start<3 u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

.. ☆ next part | masterlist (tbe)

—✩ RUSH HOUR P. ⅰ ✩—

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a/n: u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

Rush hour, you thought.

Your coworkers were racing in and out of the kitchen holding platters of fresh baked muffins and pitchers of orange juice.

In the evenings, the café is quieter and calmer - in the mornings, not so much.

You turned as someone called your name and nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Can you get the back left corner table napkins and jelly packets, please? That old woman is just about ready to throw her handbag at me,” your coworker, Becc (short for Becca), had asked you while balancing dirty plates going down both of her forearms.

“Yes, yes, I can—“ you nodded, waving her off as you rushed to the check-in desk, grabbing at a few jelly packs; orange marmalade, grape, and strawberry, as well as a new pack of napkins.

You did as Becc asked, bringing the items to the old woman who indeed was clutching her blue leather snakeskin handbag. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re a bit busy this morning.”

With no reply, she snagged an orange marmalade jelly packet from your hand as you were placing them on the table, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.

You as well unpackaged the napkins and placed them in the metal stand, then fixed your apron and walked back to the front desk as the welcoming bell’s ringing filled your ears.

A male in an olive green jacket and denim jeans, a gray undershirt, and black converse made his way towards the dine-in counter where you stood behind.

He had a scruffy yet handsome face, his hair slightly unkempt but in a way that you admired him. Your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Good morning,” he nodded at you respectfully.

“Good morning,” you replied, “just a table for one?”

You picked up a menu, clutching it to your chest as your fingers trace along the plastic cover.

“Yeah,” his eyes nervously dragged around though you let it go and took it in as some sort of social anxiety.

“Right this way, sir,” you lead the way, your head turning over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t zoned out, turning it once again at the sight of him trailing behind.

“Will this booth work for you?” you placed the menu down and he slid it over with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh, yeah, nice cushioning,” he laughed nervously.

“Perfect - any drinks to start you off? Perhaps an O.J, or a coffee?” you straighten your posture, your shoulders slouched awkwardly.

“Coffee sounds great, side of cream of sugar, if that’s okay?” he looked up at you.

You were a nervous wreck, and he could tell - they could tell.

“I’ll have that right out for you,” you turned and took a step, though he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry, just uh—can I get a chocolate muffin as soon as possible?” his lips overlapped one another as he let go, though you blinked and smiled.

“Of course, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’d like anything on the side.” You bit your bottom lip with embarrassment.

The man was rather distracting, your eyes dragging over and analyzing every feature his face held. He had blue eyes with soft bags, tiresome dark circles and a muscular build. You had an oddly specific type.

“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” he scoffed with a small smile.

You smiled back and turned on the heels of your white sneakers and headed to the kitchen.

“SHE SMELT DELICIOUS,” a deep and grim voice echoed in the brunette’s mind.

“Quit smelling random people like some pervert, V,” the man whispered to himself.

“NOT RANDOM, JUST HER,”

“Well, we can’t eat her,” he bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the window, his forehead in the palm of his hand.

“WE WILL NOT,” the voice snarled deeply. “GET TIRED OF CHICKENS.”

“I know, V, but you can’t just go around the city beheading random people, so for right now we need to deal with chickens.” He grunted.

“BUT THEY ARE BAD, BAD PEOPLE SHOULD SUFFER AND DIE,” the voice grew louder, irritated by his response. “WE KILL, WE SAVE!”

“Yeah, well, we kill, we also risk our lives, V.”

“SHE IS COMING,” it snarked, evading his head.

The brunette turned his head to watch you walk over to his booth, a muffin and a cup of coffee on a large round tray that you balanced on your open palm, waving at frequent customers with a tug at both corners of your lips.

“I’m sorry for the wait, sir,” you grab the plate and set it on the table along with the mug of java.

“Just call me Eddie,” he nodded as thanks, taking a bite out of the muffin.

You introduced yourself, drumming your fingers on your server book before opening it. “Did you want anything else this morning, Eddie?” You clicked your fuzzy purple pen as you spoke with a bubbly voice.

“WE LIKED THAT,” the voice boomed through his head again causing Eddie to swallow thickly.

“I think we—I’m okay,” he stammered slightly, a nervous smirk curving one corner of his mouth upward.

He was cute, your hip dropped to the side slightly. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, instead giving a small laugh.

“Just wave at me when you’re ready for your bill, okay?” you close the book and turn once again to assist another table.

“HUNGRY,”

“Alright, V, just hold on a second,” Eddie peeled back the cover on the small creamer packet, then poured it into the coffee along with two packets of sugar.

Your fingers dig into the pocket of your apron to take out a few crayons wrapped in plastic and place them on the table along with a kids menu. A small ravenette boy with curly locks and smooth dark skin smiled at you brightly as he took out the green crayon and coloured in the small dinosaurs sprinkled across the kids menu.

“Thank you,” his mother sipped her cup of hot tea, her french-tip nails clicking against the glass as she loops her finger through the handle.

“Of course, what can I start you two off with this morning?” you leaned on your toes, then met back with the ground.

“For him, I think just a small pancake—“ she gently tapped the boy’s knuckles with her thumb, then began signing in what you assumed was American sign language.

You observed closely, watching in awe as he signed back to his mother, an exciting smile never leaving his face as he signed a “thank you,” to you.

You knew a bit of signing from your highschool years, so you replied with “you’re welcome,” enthusiastically, hugging yourself to gesture an air hug.

“A pancake is fine for him, some fruit on the side?” she smiled. “Is pot roast on the menu right now, dear?”

“Yes, there’s about ten more minutes until it’s done, if that is alright with you?” you wrote down the mention of extra fruit in your book.

“As long as it’s fresh, am I right?” she let out a heartwarming laugh, earning a small giggle from you as well. “Oh, and three cornbread biscuits.”

“That’s when it’s best, and sounds great - any juice for the little one?” your eyes dragged over to him craning his neck to sip out of the plastic cup of water that was given to his mother with her tea. Your heart fluttered with baby fever.

She caught his attention once more, signing with her fingers.

“Sprite, thank you,” the mother rejoiced.

You toyed with the hem of your apron. “I’ll have it right out for you two,” you scrambled toward the kitchen.

“WHERE DID SHE GO?”

“She’s helping others,” Eddie swirled the little bit of cold coffee in the bottom of his cup, slowly adjusting himself as he watched you set down a small plastic cup with a yellow lid in front of a child, then a bowl in front of his mother.

You place a straw on the table, then walk back to the brunette who had introduced himself as “Eddie”, which you admired. It fit his face well.

“I’m so sorry for the wait, Eddie,” you smile nervously with your eyebrows pinched together as you hand him his bill and a pen.

“Hey, it’s no problem, seriously.” He took it from your hands, scanning it over. “Thank you,”

“Of course,” you quipped. “Tell me if you need anything, I’ll be back,”

“LITTLE MORSEL,” the voice purred. “WILL WE COME BACK, EDDIE?”

Yeah - yeah, we will, V. Eddie watched you leave to assist another group of people walking into the small café as he took out his wallet, setting down two twenty dollar bills for a tip and his credit card for the rest.

“WANT TO MEET HER,” it grunted.

No, we might never even see her again.

“YOU ARE A LOSER.”

You sped back over, exhaling heavily. “It’s getting busier and busier, I’m sorry for the delay of getting you out the door,”

“No need for all the apologies, seriously,” he scoffed.

“Right, sorry—“ you blinked. “The tip, Eddie, that’s so much,”

“THAT SOUNDS—“

Knock it off, perv.

“I was a journalist, that’s nothing to me,”

Your cheeks flushed, but you thanked him again and guided him to the front desk.

“Any chance you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“YES!” it boomed.

“Actually, I won’t,” you hum sadly.

“NO—“ it snarled.

“But I work every Wednesday through Saturday,” you smiled.

“Okay, good to know,”

Your heart thumped in your chest, you were frozen in place in fear of him actually having the ability to hear, which Eddie himself couldn’t - but he could.

“SHE IS NERVOUS, EDDIE,”

Of us?

“OF YOU,”

Did Eddie want to get to know you more? Or possibly were you just that good of a waitress? God, now you were really overthinking things - is that why he tipped you so much? Did he not actually pique interest in you?

“Are you alright?”

You were so captivated in thought you hadn’t even realized you were still holding the brunette’s credit card in the machine; blinking for you to take it out - you felt your ear tips heat up.

“Sorry, I space out sometimes,” you gently pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, which he grabbed with two fingers.

“Not a problem,” there was a genuine tone on his tongue that delivered you some comfort.

“Have a great day, Eddie,” you waved to him as he left the building which he warmly returned; your heart feeling a sudden loneliness as he escaped your peripheral view.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock brain rot #marvel x reader #eddie brock x y/n #eddie brock x you #eddie brock x venom x you #eddie brock x venom x reader #venom x reader #venom and eddie #cafe au #frequent customer #ghostheartfelt writing #ghostheartfelt

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