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They're Gonna Taste My Venom
-The DD Trio x Symbiote!Teen!Reader-
Main Masterlist || Part Two || Part Three
🕷️Summary: Due to their expansion in their business, the trio decides to hire a helping hand to help string things along. The girl is… a little quirky, Karen admits, Or Foggy notices she’s a bottomless pit for snacks, Or that Matt can hear her talking to herself quietly sometimes. But it’s nothing they can’t handle– Oh, no! Now she just bit someone’s hand off, she’s speaking in a deeper tone, and she’s apologizing profusely as she hangs from the ceiling. She might be way out of their league after all.
🕷️Pairings: DD Trio x Platonic!Teen Reader; Karedevil; Foggy x Marci; Teen!Reader x Platonic!Venom
🕷️Rating: Teen-Mature
🕷️Word Count: 6,305
🕷️ Date: 2/21/24
🕷️Warnings: Implied Bad Homelife; Mention of Blood; Canon-Typical Violence; Interrogation; Kidnapping; (Underage) Drugging; Heavy Language; Heavy Dialogue; Mention of Cannibalism; Mention of Body Parts Being Torn Off; Mention of Eating Someone/Biting Off A Limb (Via: Symbiote). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
🕷️ A/N: Hello, dear readers! Welcome to my three part series of an idea that I have no idea where it came from. Lol. Seriously, this strange AU just popped into my head and I was like- "Man, maybe I should make that my next fic?". And BAM! Here it is! Hopefully it's good as I imagine it would be. Enjoy!
These past twelve months have been… something else. The snap that lasted for five years messed up everything that the troublesome trio worked for, which was to rebrand their business: Nelson, Murdock & Page. But hey, I guess in a… morbid(?) sickly? depressed? way, it did work out in the end. Business was pretty much booming, especially now that everyone who blipped was trying to get their homes or anything else they own back under their names and care. Now, not to toot their own horns, but they say they’re pretty good at multitasking.
Until…
They weren’t.
As they get busier with each passing day, the trio realizes that they’re stretching themselves so far thin that it’s starting to affect them. So after some intense conversations, they decided to hire a helping hand.
Y/N L/N.
Their new assistant that was just shy of seventeen and on her way to graduating high school. She was nervous, of course, when they first met her, but the nerves soon settled and she turned out to be a very charming person that they all agree they loved to have in the office. She was extremely helpful and willing to learn, always on her toes when they needed something, always organized and had everything ready when they had a case or a client coming in. None of them could ask for a better person in the position. Even though the girl was…
Well…
Kind of quirky.
Like she always prefers it cold, no matter what the temperature is. Karen notices she was barely wearing anything when they first met. It was in the middle of winter, and the girl was just wearing an oversize sweatshirt and a thin beanie. At first a bit of a motherly instinct took over and wondered if the poor girl just didn’t have anything to wear at home, or maybe couldn’t afford anything. Y/N eventually apologized and laughed saying that she just prefers this weather more than the heat. But despite that, Karen did gift her a warmer coat that the teen decided to wear (even if it felt forced).
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“Oh, you didn’t have to do that Miss Page.” Y/N said once she was handed over the nice coat.
“Please, I insist. I know you said you like the cold, but I would rather not see you sick.” Karen said, as the girl smiles and nods, promising to wear it until Spring.
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Then it was the food. Now, Franklin Percy “Foggy” Nelson loved to eat just like any other person out there. But if there was an eating competition to suddenly spawn inside his office he would surely lose to his assistant. The kid was… a freaking bottomless pit. Just as Karen had suspected Y/N might be on the poor side, Foggy thought the same when he brought take out for lunch and the kid nearly ate everything on the table. She did it in a mannerful way but still (He’s surprised she didn’t inhale the table). So out of worriedness he started bringing her lunch, and the one day he forgot, she brought her own “five course” meal of sandwiches and sides.
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“Maybe… she’s just a growing kid.” Karen once said as he shook his head.
“Don’t girls go through puberty early? There’s no way Y/N’s still growing.” He boasted as the blonde tried another excuse that he shot down quickly. “Nope! Matt! Can’t you tell?”
“Foggy, Matt is not about to smell nor hear if the poor girl is going through puberty!”
“Karen, come on–”
“NO!!”
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The conversation ended up being wrapped up and placed in the back of the shelf for now, but occasionally it’ll come up when the girl polishes off something huge by herself (And everytime Karen proceeds to hit Foggy over the head with her shoe as Matt tries not to laugh).
Then there was the human lie detector, Matt Murdock and his tales of Miss L/N. When he first met her of course he was a little on edge, I mean he was still learning to not leave his guard up all the time after promising Foggy and Karen he was going to do better and be trustworthy. The girl was nervous during the interview, but managed to win over their hearts about halfway through yet…
Matt couldn’t shake what his senses were picking up.
On her first day of work she seemed cool as a cucumber, nothing to worry about. However her heartbeat was… strange. It was pulsing like any other healthy human being, but there were times where it would randomly accelerate. Like she would just be stapling papers together and it would pick up speed like a racehorse. A few times he feared she was having a heart attack before it went away.
The other thing he notices, and to follow Karen’s observation, the girl does tend to run rather hot. And when she does she would either shed off an extra layer or turn the tiny fan on her desk in the middle of a snow storm.
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Hmm, maybe she’s just a natural furnace. He told himself once, recalling that his father was someone who always seemed to stay warm (but even he wasn’t crazy enough to go outside half dressed in -10 degree weather).
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Then lastly, he realizes the girl likes to talk to herself quietly. At first he thought maybe she had an earbud in and was talking to someone, or maybe she was mouthing the lyrics of a song but… no. Sometimes it’s even hard for him to pick up what she’s saying ‘cause she’s so quiet, but the couple times he does hear her it sounds like she’s scolding herself.
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Matt tilts his head, slightly zoning out on the conversation him and his partners were having as Y/N was in their kitchenette. From the smell of it she was making herself coffee and muttering and even jerking at something or someone that wasn’t even there.
“Shut up, I’m not eating that– No I’m not– You’re not either.” He hears her eye roll and almost sighs. “You’re not going to die, stop being a baby– Don’t call me the baby, you numbnut– Hey, you fucking bastard, I’ll–”
And then he kind of tuned out when he noticed Foggy was asking him a question.
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A million different scenarios went through his head of what it could be. One that he’s just sticking with right now is she’s just a very imaginary kid. The other lingering thoughts weren’t so innocent. Someone’s home life could affect certain things. Maybe it’s–
“So what shall we do to celebrate?” Foggy said out of the blue in the present day. The sun was out shining, the weather was cool and just right, everything was blooming peacefully just as Spring should be. The blond looked between the two perplexed adults before gasping. “Don’t tell me you all forgot?”
Karen glanced in Matt’s direction, lost as well. “Uh, remind us again?” She asked, sheepishly.
“Oh, come on guys! It’s our anniversary!” He throws his hands in the air. “This marks the full year of the grand reopening of Nelson, Murdock & Page!”
Matt’s eyebrows shot up above his glasses in surprise. “Is it April 24th already?”
“Yeah! A full year, baby! We fucking did it! We brought this extinct beast of a place back to life.” Foggy exclaims, making Karen laugh. “We need to celebrate.”
“And how so, Mr. Nelson?” The woman asked, curious to what he had to say.
“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Maybe a nice dinner and a club.”
“Aren’t we too old for clubbing?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Who says that?”
“Says the guy who pulled his hamstring running up the stairs.” Matt quips with a grin, as Karen hides another laugh in her hand.
“Hey!”
“Half-Joking.” Then he perks up. “Y/N is here.”
“Already?” Foggy looks at his watch. “She’s really early.”
“Do you think something’s wrong?” Karen asked, mother henning again. “Matt?”
“I’m not picking up on anything.” The blind lawyer replies, truthfully. “She’s coming. Relax.”
The teenager opens the door, her usual blouse and skirt with her backpack on her shoulder. She looked like she was in thought as she greets them with a smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Matt and Karen greet in unison as Foggy cracks the ice.
“Hey, Y/N/N. You’re early.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry. My building’s power went off and I couldn’t cook anything so I just went to a diner. Guess I overestimated how much time I needed to eat.” She replies, her heart steady. “Is it okay if I start early?”
“That’s fine, there’s probably not much to do though.” Matt says, as she sets her stuff down on her desk.
“Whatever you got I’ll do.”
Foggy’s concern washes away and goes back to his bubbly self. “Are you free tonight, Y/N?”
“Um… yeah. Why?”
“Well, today marks our anniversary of getting this place up and running again and we want to celebrate with maybe dinner at least. Our treat.”
“Dinner?” The teenager looks concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? I’m just your assistant.”
“Nah, don’t use that talk.” He waves her off. “You’ve helped us a lot these past few months. You’re one of us. Right, guys?”
“Of course she is.” Karen said, her red lips curling upwards. “We would be all over the place if you hadn’t helped organize when we got so overwhelmed.”
“And customers are always complimenting you on how wonderful you are with them.” Matt adds, making the teenager blush.
“Yeah, kiddo. You’re great.” Foggy says, throwing his arm around her with pride. “Keep this up for a few more months and… maybe we’ll add your name to the plaque.”
She laughed. “Your business will officially be a mouthful to remember.”
“Hey, it was mouthful before Karen came in, we might as well keep rolling with it.” He shrugs. “So what do you say? Dinner at least?”
“I can do dinner.”
“Fantastic! Where shall we go?”
And that was pretty much the only thing they talked about for the rest of the day.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Are you sure this is the right address?” Foggy asked for the third time tonight as he hitched along for the ride. He was the person you called a… backseat driver (but he has every right to do so at this point).
“Yes, Foggy. I’m just following the directions on my phone.” Karen replies, slightly irritated, but also a little bit worried (like she’ll admit that to him just yet).
“‘Cause this is a really bad neighbourhood.”
“I know, Foggy.”
“Is it really that bad?” Matt asked, after listening to his surroundings. He didn’t really hear that much going on outside the vehicle.
“It’s… extremely sketchy.” Foggy says, with a sigh. “It’s like one of those places they tell you not to go after dark.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah, and we close pretty late. Do we really make Y/N walk through this?”
Matt’s eyebrows raise up, amusement on his face. “Sounds like someone’s going to be her chauffeur soon.”
“Don’t tempt me, Matthew. I’d consider. Or we all pitch in and buy her a car.”
“Sure she knows how to drive?”
“Or better question–” Karen cuts in while making another turn. “Maybe you should talk to her parents first about this concern before we start gifting our assistant with stuff? Maybe she’s not allowed to have a car? Or even to drive?”
“What seventeen year old isn’t allowed to drive?” Foggy asked, confused.
“I mean, I wasn’t allowed to drive at all until I was an adult.”
“What? Why?”
“Foggy I was what you called uh… ‘wild child’, I’m not exactly a saint you know.”
Foggy sighs and flicks his attention to the backseat. “Matt, would you have driven a car if you could?”
“Who says I haven’t?” The blind man replies with a grin that made Foggy not want to question it.
The blond man throws his hands up. “I give up. Naysayers, all of you.”
“What are we ‘naysaying’?” Karen asked, with a chuckle.
“I’m not saying anything.”
“Oh my god.” She shakes her head and parks the car along the curb. Just as she was about to snatch her phone off the dash, a report came up. She quickly reads over the headline and frowns. “Hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared a few days ago? Rumors saying they were special forces?”
“The ones that were going door to door down on 36th?” Matt asked, hearing about it on the news and even word about it at night. Even some criminals he ran into that night thought it was strange and found them suspicious.
“Yeah, those. Apparently they just turned up. Parts of them.”
Foggy’s face scrunched up. “Ew.”
“Someone hacked them up?” Matt asked, worried about a possible new killer on the loose.
“The strange thing is, no. From what it says here it looks like their limbs were chewed off.”
Foggy made a gagging noise now. “Ugh. Great. Now we have a cannibal in the Kitchen. That’s just great–” He opens the car door. “More reasons to get Y/N a car.” His friends shake their heads and get out also.
“You know, you’ll make a great father one day.” Matt says, getting the middle finger.
The three of them buzzed themselves into the building, going up to the second floor to the third apartment in. It wasn’t as luxurious as the apartment Foggy shared with his fiancée, but it was definitely on the same level as Matt’s: -Not-in-the-safest-of-places-and-was-the-“cheapest”-on-the-block- They definitely felt wary of wearing their nice and expensive clothes out here.
Karen was the one who knocked and got a response.
“She’s alone.” Matt said afterwards, getting the woman to check her watch.
“I guess her parents work the nightshift?” Foggy said, slightly worried. They didn’t get the chance to talk about it when the door swings open. The teenager opens up a nice, simple purple dress paired with a blue jean jacket and flats.
She smiles. “Hope you found the place okay.” She replies, greeting them and locking their door behind her. “Seriously, you guys didn’t have to drive to get me.”
“Oh, we don’t mind.” Karen says, honestly.
“Are we still planning on dinner?”
“Of course. You hungry?” Matt asked, making her laugh out of embarrassment.
“Heck yeah, I am.” She said, making them giggle.
“Well then, after you, Ladies.” He gestures for them to go first.
“Oh, such a gentleman.” Karen replies, starting the trek off, smiling and pulling their assistant along for the ride.
They started chit chatting about the place they were going to go, Foggy boasting about how good the food was the last time he went (Now frank that was pre-blipped, so fingers crossed it’s still as good as back then). As they started descending down the stairs, Matt’s cane unfortunately got caught into a hole that was forming in the wood and was falling forward. To his surprise, Y/N was the one to react extremely quickly and place her hand on his chest to stop his fall.
“Shit, you okay?” She said, as he regained his balance from her strength.
“Uh, I’m…” And then he trails off when he catches a whiff, the smell of dried blood just beneath her fingertips. The chilling part of this was that it was NOT her blood. He swallows, and forces a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the catch.”
She frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry, I probably should have warned you about the stairs. They’ve been falling apart for a while. If you stay to the left you’ll miss most of them.”
“Noted.” And then they continued again with Matt being careful…
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And it was not just about the stairs.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Sure I can eat anything?” Y/N asked, as she scanned the menu over again.
“Of course, our treat.” Karen reassures for the hundredth time.
“I know it’s your treat, and I appreciate it. But–” She flips the menu towards them. “Have you seen the dollar signs for this place?”
“Well, I can’t exactly ‘see’ anything.” Matt replies, feeling his assistant give him ‘the look’. He hoped he sounded sarcastic and not rude (he was trying to push away what he smelled earlier and enjoy the night (And not be a paranoid freak again).
“Mr. Murdock–”
“Matt, kiddo.” Foggy says, lightly tapping her shoulder. “How many times did we tell you you can drop the formalities? It’s been months.”
Y/N blushes. “Sorry, habit.” She replies, only to mumble something under her breath two seconds later that everyone kind of ignored. “I’ll shut up and figure out what to eat.”
“That’s the spirit.”
The group eventually ordered their food and soon slipped into a nice conversation. Between some fun exchanges between the law trio or funny memories from their childhoods, it eventually led to laughter.
“I never realized how big your family was, Foggy.” Y/N said, intrigued by the chaos of the Nelson family.
“And I swear it just keeps growing. It’s a little baseball team at this point.” He replies, smiling.
“Does anyone else have a sibling?”
“I had a brother, but he’s passed.” Karen explains, with a sad smile.
“Only child.” Matt replies, with a head tilt.
“What about you, Y/N? Any siblings?”
She shakes her head. “Just myself. I kind of wish I had a sibling though. It does get lonely at home sometimes.”
“Well… it’s not too late to ask your parents for one.” Foggy jokes, half heartedly; It causes Matt to nearly spit out his drink, Karen scolding him and Y/N chuckling behind her hand. “Don’t kill me! It’s just a joke.”
“Franklin Nelson.” Karen warns like she was his nagging mother, and kicks his shin.
“Ouch, Karen, geez.”
Y/N smiles, amused. “I don’t mind, really.”
“But still, most people I meet here want more than one kid. I’m actually surprised you’re an only child, Y/N.” Matt said, being honest, which suddenly got her heart rate to pick up, but not in the racehorse kind of way he had been hearing. The teenager had stayed quiet for a moment before she shrugged, trying to shake it, or them, off.
“My mom’s not really in the picture anymore, not for a long time actually. I just really have my dad, but he’s always working. So, to be honest, I’m on my own. I don’t think he even realizes I have a job.” She replies, taking the last sip of her drink while avoiding eye contact. She could feel the concerned stares on her making her feel uncomfortable.
“Y/N, that’s not right.” Karen said, worriedly.
“It’s… fine. I’m used to it, you know?”
“Just because you’re fine with it, doesn’t mean it is.” Foggy replies, brows pushed together, distress wrinkles forming. “You know, if something’s up or wrong, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you, you know?”
“Not everything though…” She said, frowning (Her heartbeat picking up again, which was enough for Matt to start questioning what she actually means).
Just before anything else could be said, the waiter came over to drop off their refills and took the empty appetizer plate away. “Your food will be out shortly.” He said, and they thanked him.
“Man, I’m starving. The wait better be worth it.” Foggy said, after a second.
“I know, right? I know it’s been awhile, but I don’t remember it taking this long.” Karen admits, stirring the lemon around in her ice tea.
Y/N starts to take a sip of her new drink and pauses, like halted to an immediate stop. Matt picks the way her whole demeanor changes from nervousness to anger, and mutters, “It’s coke. It’s fine…”
What are you hiding, Y/N? Matt wonders as he takes a sip of his own beverage, worried out of his mind for what could be happening to her. What was happening at home that you didn’t even want to talk about it?
But as soon as that red wine tickled down his throat he immediately knew something was wrong.
He couldn’t even taste it or smell it, but he knew there was something mixed inside that wasn’t supposed to be in there.
He immediately feels all his remaining senses start to go wack and before he could even say a word, Y/N beat him to it.
“Hey! We have to throw up!” She says, shooting up to her wobbly feet. “The drinks were–”
And then she proceeded to crash back into her chair, her face falling onto her dining mat. Karen calls out her name before passing out as well.
“Uh… M-Matt…?” Foggy calls out, struggling to stay awake. “W-what just…”
Matt hears him render unconscious as well and tries to fight it off the best he could, but he knew it was useless when his whole body started to grow numb, and he cussed under his breath from it.
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And the last thing he sensed was their waiter standing over their table smiling like the cheshire cat.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
When the four of them came to, they all had splitting headaches that made it almost hard to even realize where they were. Tied to individual chairs and under some “interrogation” lighting in some strange, seemingly unknown, building.
“Ugh… where are we?” Karen asked, looking around with a slight squint.
“Warehouse district.” Matt replies, after a split second of analyzing. “I recognized the smell.”
Foggy clears his throat before whispering, “Uh, Matty, might not want to out yourself to our assistant here yet.”
The blind vigilante completely forgot that Y/N didn’t know his secret and held his tongue. Luckily, it seems like she was preoccupied with her worries, making some weird faces only two people present could see. Well… maybe a third now because some random ass man wearing what looks like tactical equipment (minus its helmet) comes in through a door.
Baldy (yeah we’re calling him that) looks disgusted and rather annoyed to even be here, as he stands before each of them before spewing, “Where is it?”
Yeah, no ‘Hi’, ‘Hello’, or ‘Good Afternoon’, just straight to the fucking point that nobody even knows what it’s about.
The adults looked at each other, going into overprotective mode.
“Who are you?” Matt asked, ready to start listening for clues (and silently try to get out of his restraints).
“Not any of your business.”
“Why are we here? Why did you need us?”
Baldy said nothing, instead directing his attention to the bound teenager. “Where is it?”
Y/N blinks, clearly confused. “Where is what?”
“The thing.”
Another blink. “What thing?”
His jaw clenches, irritated. “The thing you stole from us.”
She scoffs. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“For fuck’s sake–”
“What is going on?” Foggy cuts in, bitterly.
“Who are you people?” Karen asked, same expression as his.
“The people who want our stuff back.” Baldy replies, shrilly too. “Our boss has been desperately looking for it ever since it went missing. We know she has it.”
“How do you know she took it?” Karen asked, maternal mode kicking in once more and ready to throw hands if necessary (I mean, did this guy even have any evidence?).
“Her school was required to go on a field trip to our company, and soon after, our… subject disappeared and we know one of those kids took it. Took us a while, but we finally tracked down who it was.” He jabs his finger at the girl. “You.”
“Y/N–” The blonde woman looks her way.
“Subject?” Matt asked, turning the interrogation around. He feels everyones’ gazes on him now as he tries analyzing the situation. “First you say ‘thing’ and now you say ‘subject’. Are you saying Y/N stole a person?”
“Matt–” Foggy warns under his breath, urging him to tread carefully.
“I wouldn’t call it a person.” Baldy said, feeling the blind man’s intense stare.
“Then what is it again?”
“Matt–” Karen tries now.
Baldy holds his tongue. “Listen, Blindly–”
“So what’s this ‘subject’ Y/N supposedly stole?” Matt pressured, feeling the man’s blood spike.
“You need–” He pulls his gun out. “To shut the fuck up.”
“Matt!/Hey!” Karen and Foggy yelled in unison, their racing hearts pouncing in their friend’s ears. But the Murdock stays as calm as he could be, tuning them out to focus on the gun on hand.
“I would hold that spicy tongue of yours, and let ME do the talking.” Baldy continues, getting silence as an answer. “Good. Now–” He redirects the barrel at the teenager. “Talk.”
Y/N’s eyes widened just as the adults started yelling again.
“Hey!” Matt snarled, thinking the gun was going to be trained on him the whole time. He tries giving the most intimidating look he could muster with his blind orbs showing. “Don’t fucking point that at her.”
“Yeah! You really gonna kill a kid?!” Foggy snaps, getting the man’s attention.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” Karen adds, making Baldy’s eye twitch at their comments.
“Listen, motherfuckers.” He snaps, a craze look on his face. “I will do whatever needs to be done. If that includes bathing my hands in red, then so be it.”
She shakes her head, furious. “You’re a sick, twisted, human being, you–”
“I’m sorry…” Y/N blurted out of the blue, suddenly looking really pale and distant. Her boss unknowingly hears her heart start picking up like a rabbit, and her blood pressure starts spiking (not to mention she was starting to run like a furnace).
Badly looks her way again and scoffs. “What? You scared?”
“Not of you, but for you.” She swallows. “You really might not want to point the gun at me, it’s upsetting him.”
He tilts his head, confused. “Upsetting who?”
“You need to leave.” She pleads, her (Y/E/C) eyes starting to change to an odd color.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Seriously, leave, please–”
He starts to sweat and presses the gun into her head more. “What are you fucking talking about?!”
“Leave! He’s–” Then her body stood stiff, and her fingers started to twitch, and then… her voice got super deep. “I’m pissed off.”
The trio widened their eyes at how scary and inhuman she sounded, which was enough for Baldy to start panicking, thinking of the worst.
“Enough with the theatrics!!” He snapped, trying to regain control. “I’m–”
And then nobody expected this next.
If you told anyone you were going to watch the girl get engulfed in black goo, and a monstrous face to form in her place then they wouldn’t just bat an eye and walk away because it sounded like insanity.
It became even more insane when the face suddenly bit the man’s forearm off clean and swallowed it whole, along with the hand pistol.
An ear piercing scream erupted from the back of his throat as blood pooled from his remaining limb. He stumbled backwards as the substance from her body disappeared, Y/N reacting with a look of horror on her own features.
“Oh, my god!!” She screamed. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!”
“What the fuck!!!” He yelled back, baffled just like everyone else in the room.
“I’m so, so, so sorry!! I told him not to do it! He never listens!! I–”
Then a black tentacle comes out of her skin and whips the man into a wall, causing another scream from her and even the trio. The adults could only just watch/listen to it unfold, no clue to what’s happening.
“Oh, my god– Fuck!!” Y/N says, shutting her eyes shut tightly like she was in pain. “I told you not to do that!! Why did you– Ah!!”
Her bosses watch as her body stiffens again, eyes glassing back over to purple before slowly fading to white. Then, the tentacles came back out to smash the chair she was in, bringing her to her knees. The goo was started to cover her form again, prompting her to ask the question,
“Venom… What are you– Saving your life. And theirs too.”
Then the door bursts open again, this time with a crowd of other people dressed just like Baldy, except that had a little more artillery. Suddenly, the trio watches as Y/N jumped and dangled from the ceiling, the red lasers immediately pinpointing on her.
“FIRE!!” Someone shouted, and the bullets started flying.
Then their little assistant disappears again, replaced by the face with big white eyes and a wide mouth full of spike, and a tongue that was licking its lips with delight from the bullets ricocheting off of him. Karen screamed at the sound, and they all buried their faces into their shoulders for protection just as the beast let out its battle cry.
It started crawling faster towards the crowd, hunger in its face before it suddenly stopped halfway. The beast let out a huge sigh, muttering, “Fine.”
It then started grabbing whatever it could get a hold of and fling it towards them like a game of extreme darts. One by one they started to fall, one by one they were getting broken ribs and blacking out, one by one they were–
Then a flash grenade was suddenly underneath it and exploded.
The beast roared in pain from the sound, the goo vibrating and then dissolving at the snap of fingers, causing the teenager to resurface and fall to the floor.
Matt definitely heard her ankle snap from the fall despite his own ears ringing, and called out her name. The girl cries out, and hugs her leg as she squeezes her eyes shut to block the tears from flowing. Just as the noise started to settle, it was about to become a whole lot worse. Just as the last remaining attacker was about to shoot the poor girl dead, with Karen and Foggy shouting their pleas, the vigilante managed to to unloosen the last knot from his wrist, springing to his feet and chucking the chair straight at him.
Matt lets out a breath he was holding before his instincts kicked in again. He quickly unties Foggy from his chair, saying, “Get Karen.”
“Right.”
He sprints over to the girl, getting down to her level. “Y/N?”
She lets out a groan, cracking open her eyes, slight shock upon seeing him. “M-Matt?”
“Hold still, I’ll pick you up.”
“H-How did you get out? Or throw a chair so accurately?”
Well shit.
He really wasn’t thinking about his secret ID at that moment. Just the thought of making sure his assistant wasn’t going to die on his watch.
He bites his lip. “Y/N, I’m–” His gaze snaps towards the door where he could hear footsteps approaching. A lot of them. “Shit. There’s more. We have to–”
“I-I have to get you out.” She croaks, rolling herself to be on all four. “It’s my fault you’re involved in this.”
“Y/N, you broke your ankle, you can’t do anything else.”
“But…” She groans again and then slowly lobs her head in his direction, a smug tugged across her lips. “But I insist, Mr. Murdock.”
And before he could say a word, the beast reappeared and lifted him straight off his feet, along with Karen and Foggy who yelped in surprise. Suddenly they found themselves running at an incredible speed, prayers leaving their mouths just as they broke through a window and free falled down.
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Not even sure where they ended up but it was completely unoccupied and covered by the shadows of the night. The beast had set the weathered adults down against the wall before doing the same; the body disappearing back to the teeanger who fell right on her bum. She lets out a shaky breath, closing her eyes like she did earlier, trying to hold the pain in.
“Oh, my god, Y/N, your ankle.” Karen manages to say once the shock ran out (And that was for a while).
Y/N smacks her lips, grinding her teeth, replying, “I-It’s fine. It’ll be fine in a minute. I advise not looking.”
“What do you mean?” Foggy asked, eating his words as he witnessed her ankle snapping right back into place causing him to gag and avert his gaze. “Oh, hell…”
“T-Told ya.” She mutters and then sighs.
Silence fell over them, the trio all kind of looking at one another before deciding it was time to address the elephant in the room. Or whatever that thing was.
Foggy clears his throat, shifting his weight around. “So…”
“I’m sorry.” Y/N said, opening her eyes and looking at them with guilt. “I… I never wanted you guys to see that.”
“Well, I can see why.” He mumbles, getting a smack in the shoulder by Karen. “Ow!”
“So what is it?” Matt asked, straight to the point and curious, actually (and concerned too now that he’s realized this girl’s got no control over whatever it is).
Another sigh as Y/N pushes herself to stand. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly that. I don’t know.” She crosses her arm uncomfortably. “I went on a mandatory field trip for school to this lab, and… some of my classmates begged me to go ‘behind the scenes’ with them. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, except that the only thing back there was this container with a tiny blob in it.”
She frowns. “One thing led to another and it broke, but I had no idea that… this blob got absorbed into me.” She throws one of her hands up. “I honestly thought I was going crazy for several days when I could hear shit in my head, and when my appetite went through the roof. And then…”
“Then… what?” Matt said, sensing her discomfort.
“I got mugged. Well… attempted mugging until… Venom came out.”
“Venom?” Karen asked, eyebrow raised.
“That’s… what he calls himself. The thing you saw.” Y/N starts nervously playing with her hands. “Anyway, the mugger didn’t do much since– you know– uh…”
“Let me guess, he bit the guy’s arm off?” Foggy says, as she shrugs.
“More like… above the neck…” Then she gets the shocked stares again. “Okay, in my defense, I have no control over that. I didn’t even know that Venom attached himself to me. I…” She groans. “I just ran away after that! I didn’t know what to–” She then pauses like she is listening.. “You what? – You finished him off?”
Now it was her turn to have her pupils blown wide. “When? I don’t remember you doing that? – You did it when I was asleep?! – Oh, ho! That is not consensual whatsoever! We talked about this!” She scowls. “No, you quit complaining, you parasite!”
Y/N groans again, this time into her hands. “Ugh! He’s so annoying sometimes!”
“This is the strangest thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.” Foggy said, running a hand through his locks. “And aliens attacked New York.”
“Technically, Venom’s an alien.”
“Oh, my god.” He holds the sides of his head. “It’s ‘Invasion of The Body Snatchers’.”
“Foggy.” Karen tries to get him to calm down.
“So you just decided to live with this… Venom guy?” Matt asked, not really sure how to ‘perfectly’ respond to this situation. I mean for the many years he’s fought in Hell’s Kitchen, he’s never experienced something like this before.
“It’s kind of hard to get rid of him. He’s… persistent, I’ll give you that.” Y/N replies, with a small smile. “If I’m being honest, it was around the time you guys accepted me for an interview. I was more worried about acing that than dealing with a vicious conscience.” Then it fades. “Homelife not exactly… easy, so I guess it was nice to have someone to talk to. In a crazy kind of way.” A sigh. “I had no idea that he was important.”
“Are you going to give him back now that you know?” Karen asked, worried at what might come if she doesn’t.
“That’s the thing, If I give him back, they know who I am, and you saw what happened tonight. They’ll kill me no matter what.”
“Like hell I’m going to let that happen to you.” Matt says, confidently as he places a gentle hand on her shoulder (he could hear her pulse spiking at what she had said). “We’re going to figure this out. Don’t you worry, Y/N.”
She shakes her head. “I-I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Then don’t ask me.”
“You almost got hurt because of me! I’m not letting you put your life on the line for me. I can figure this out on my own.”
“Y/N, I’m a lawyer, you should know by now I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer easily.” His lips tug upwards, trying to make the best reassuring look he could make. “I’m going to help you–”
“We’ll help you.” Karen corrected.
“Yeah. We’ll help you, don’t you worry.” Matt faces his old roommate. “How long’s Marci out of town for?”
“Uh, next week. Six days to be exact.” Foggy says, after quick thinking.
“Good. We don’t have to worry about her safety.” Matt goes quiet, using his senses to figure out where they are before they move. “Alright, let’s go to my place.” He gestures for everyone to follow, his friends were, but not his assistant who was perplexed.
“Wait.” She blurts out, stopping them. “Shouldn’t we try finding somewhere else? It might not be smart to go to your own home.”
“It’s fine. It’s where we need to be for our next step.”
“Next step?” She asks, watching him start walking away again. “Which is…?”
.
.
.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
(TBC)
Stay tune for the next parts! || Part Two || Part Three
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I don't smoke
SYNOPSIS ; You think you're inlove with a man that's inlove with another, until you meet him.
CONTENT WARNING — Angst, symbiotic relationship (not being inlove, depending on eachother for emotional stability), major character death.
GENRE — Angst
“If you need to be mean”
I smiled painfully as I watched my boyfriend with his best friend, Gojo Satoru. I knew they were in love, it was so unbelievably obvious by the way they looked at each other. I knew it’d never be the one that own his heart but I was okay with being his second place. There’s a lot of things about Gojo Satoru that I could never compare with, he’s strong and smart but also has playful aspects and his personality is one of a kind. I’ll never be Gojo so I’ll be the next best thing, or at least I’ll try to be.
I sat at the bar while Shoko flirted with the bar tender while Gojo and Suguru danced together with drinks in their hands, Suguru was smiling bright than he ever did with me, when he looked at Satoru, his Satoru I could see the overwhelming look of love in his eyes. I wish he looked at me that way, yeah he loved me but never like how he loved his soulmate, his other half. The one person he wanted the most, he couldn't have so I was what he settled for.
“Be mean to me.”
I comforted Suguru in his depressive state, when he was at his weakest I was always there for him. I promised Gojo and Shoko that I’d always be there for him, no matter what type of mental state I’m in he will always come first. I didn’t mind because I loved him, Suguru was my soulmate but I was not his, and I was okay with that. At least I think I am.
I wish I could have Suguru all to myself, but he brought home two sweet girls named Nanako and Mimiko. I loved them dearly and I thought of them as my own daughters and it was obvious that Suguru felt the same way but never actually showed it. The girls worshiped him and it was sweet of how they looked up to him.
“I can take it and put it inside of me”
I stood by my fiancee’s side, I didn't agree with his beliefs but I stood by him anyways because that’s my job as his spouse. I stood by him as he wanted to get rid of all non-sorcerers, I stood by him during that entire time because I told him no matter how evil he became I’d always be on his side. I promised the girls that no matter what their father did he was a good man and he loved them more than life itself even if he never told him that because I knew he felt that way.
I was a sorcerer so Suguru kept me alive, but I missed the man I met before we got married. I missed how happy he was even if it wasn’t because of me. I missed when he cuddled me and kissed me, even if he belonged with another he still loved me and I missed when he showed me that. He now barely even touched me, kisses were more rare than seeing him because he was always saving non-sorcerers from curses then speaking horribly about them to Nanako and Mimiko.
“If your hands need to break”
I felt my heart shatter when I heard my husband had died. I couldn’t believe what I was being told by the man my husband loved, the man my husband loved more than me telling me that my husband, my lover is dead. The man my husband would always choose over me had killed my husband for ‘the greater good’ and now here I was holding him in my arms as we cried together over the man we had an shared love for, a man we both wanted but was fated to never belong to us.
I never expected that Satoru and I would bond over the man we loved, that we’d bond over the shared pain we had after loosing him. I never expected that I’d be continuing becoming a sorcerer just because Satoru had convinced me it’d be fun and I could teach the students with him.
“More than trinkets in your room”
I never thought that I’d be okay after Suguru died, I never thought I’d be happy without him but I feel horrible to say that I’m glad I’m away from him because I’ve never felt happier. I don’t have to deal with the pressure of walking on eggshells around him because I don’t know which version of my husband I’d get, I love Suguru and he’d never hurt me but he’d yell so much and I finally feel free.
I loved my husband but I’ve never felt happier without him and that makes me hate myself, but I shouldn’t. Satoru helped me accept myself, he helped me learn how to accept Suguru’s death and not let that make me end up like him. I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone that wasn’t Suguru, but here I was catching feelings for Nanami, I went to school with him at Jujutsu high but I never spoke with him much and now here I was, giggling and laughing while Nanami and I did cleaned the messy classroom after the 1st years chaos.
“You can lean on my arm”
I leaned on Nanami’s arm after a long day of teaching. I never felt happier than I did with Nanami, I thought I was in love with Suguru but I don’t think I ever was. I think it was just a Symbiotic relationship because we may have kissed, touched each other but that was only when we were in a bad state of mind or needed emotional support.
All the times we exchanged I love yous were simply a lie because I never loved Suguru and he never loved me, but I’m happy that I got time with him. I’m happy I was in his life an he was in mine. But I’m happy I lost him because now I know what it means to be in love and be happy, I’m finally happy.
“As you break my heart”
Everything went so fast. I was on a mission with Yuuji and Nobara and now I’m laying in my sweet student’s arms while they cried for me to keep fighting, for just a little bit longer. Yuuji said he’d get help and I’d be okay, Nobara repeated that Nanami will be happy to see me again. I could tell Nobara was trying her very best to get Yuuji to accept the fact that I was dying.
“I’m so proud of you two.. You both are so strong.” I said softly as I felt my vision slowly getting blurry and fading to black.
I never would’ve thought this would be how my life turned out, but I’m glad it did. I’m glad I was the way I am and I have no regrets in my life, I just wish I could’ve seen my sweet girls one more time. I haven't seen them since Suguru’s death and I wish I could see my girls one last time.
“Mommy?..” “Mama!..”
“Nanako?.. Mimiko.. You two shouldn’t be here."
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peter and miles comforting reader who just lost someone in battle? <3
Peter parker and Miles Morales x Reader
Awwwwwwwwww I love this so much, The fluff man the absolute fluff of this idea. Word count:1.1k
"No, No !!!! Dad !!!!, Dad !!!!" You rushed over to him as you lifted the rubble off of him, Taking off your mask slightly so he could see your face. Tears spilling from your eyes.
"Y/n ??" He weakly said as blood emerged from his mouth.
"I'm right here dad, I'm gonna get you help ok ??" You tearfully said.
Your dad was travelling around Hell's Kitchen when Kraven destroyed the surroundings on his latest hunt for lizard. Your dad got caught in the crossfire as rubble crumbled on top of him, You were swinging for lizard when you saw your dad in the blink of an eye.
"It's gonna be ok..." You said as he gently cupped your cheek.
"My baby... I'm so proud of you..." He was growing weaker.
"No... No Dad please stay with me" You took his hand. "Please... don't go"
"I...Love you... with all my heart... and soul..." He smiled weakly before going limp. He was gone...
You let out the most heartbreaking sob in your life, Miles and MJ witnessed it. They were so shocked and sad. Once they found Conner's they told Peter. But with him in the symbiote suit, he brushed it off as if he was a distraction from the mission. Which at first was a twist of the knife in the gut.
You didn't even have time to grieve after that, You had to still deal with Kraven, Then help Peter get the suit off, and then venom and the rise of his parasites.
After that, you were slumped into a depressive episode, You didn't get out of bed. You didn't eat anything. The only times you ever got out of bed were for the bathroom and water. You were a mess. Peter and Miles continued to call you to check up on you. But to no answer which really worried them both.
So they went to your apartment the next day and knocked on your door.
"y/n ??" Peter called out for you.
"You in there??" Miles called out as well.
But the same as the phone calls, no answer. this really worried them.
"What do we do, I lost the spare key to their apartment" Peter sighed and rubbed his face.
"Hang on man, I got an idea" Miles then pulled out a spider bot from his pocket and then set it up "Help our friend little guy"
The spider bot then entered under the door, before webbing the lock and pulling it to unlock the door for the two. They entered inside to see the place wasn't really as it was, The curtains were closed. The trash can wasn't emptied and the fruit on the bench was now rotten.
They tidied up the place slightly and then saw your closed door, Gently going over to it and opening it. Seeing you lying in bed... watching a video on your phone, of you and your dad.
"Y/n..." Miles was saddened when he saw you in this state. He gently walked over to you and kneeled down to the side of your bed. Gently taking your hand.
"I miss him..." You said so quietly, It was barely a whisper.
"I know man... I know" He gently wiped your tears.
"We're here for you, ok ??" Peter reassured you as he gently massaged your scalp, laying next to you.
Fresh tears began to fall, Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, gently rubbing your back. "It's ok... Let it out" Miles joined in, gently taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
You continued to cry until you couldn't, gently passing out from exhaustion. You missed your dad deeply. The memory pierced into your mind, He was taken away from you.
You gently woke up, still in Peter's arms. You gently rolled over to face him, He felt sad seeing you lie this. The bags, how red and puffy your eyes were. You were exhausted, Not to mention the symbiote stung you badly.
"Hey... You know that wasn't me when I said that. I wasn't myself, and... I feel bad for what it said to you." Peter felt so guilty.
You didn't say anything to him, But you snuggled up to him closer. You just wanted to be with his company again, feeling his warmth. He wrapped his arms around tighter, pressing a gentle kiss on your head. "You're my best friend you know that ??"
You nodded gently, hiding your face in his chest, sighing gently as he massaged your scalp again.
Miles then came back a bit later as he sat down on the bed, gently rubbing your arm. "Hey, man... I ordered us some pizza... Your favourite." You nodded again.
"Come on... Let's get you to a shower" Peter helped you up as miles then found some clean clothes and a towel, handing it to you.
"Do you need help or will you be ok ??" Peter asked you.
"I'll... I'll be ok..." You then entered the shower, sighing as the warm water rushed through your skin. More tears spilled as you quietly cried to yourself. Soon after, you hopped out of the shower and went back out in your fresh clothes.
"There you are" Peter softly smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you. "You look like someone who needs a hug, but not just any hug. A Peter hug" He chuckled
Your lips twitched into a small smile.
"Is that a smile I see ??" He gently pinched your cheek.
"buzz off" You playfully said to him softly, before gently leaning your head against his shoulder.
"I love you guys..." You said as he patted your back. "We love you too y/n, so very much."
Miles then brought inside the pizza and the aromas hit your senses, causing your stomach to rumble loudly, they could both hear it. "Come on then" Miles smiled as he opened the lid, Gently taking a slice and offering it to you. gently taking it and biting into it, You sighed with content as you then ate your slice.
The two continued to help cheer you up and get you back on your feet, But there was one thing that hadn't been done yet, and the thought of it got you slightly overwhelmed. Visiting his grave...
You were walking alongside the two when you saw his tombstone... A wave of emotions set in you as you saw his name... Miles and Peter gently squeeze your shoulder. You laid your flowers down and gently touched the tombstone.
"Goodbye, dad... I love you so much" You said as tears spilled again.
You missed your dad deeply and every single day. But Peter and Miles were here with you for every step of the way. they know what it's like to lose loved ones. They would help pick you up and dust you off. They would help you get through this.
A/N: I got teary eyed writing this.
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Sliding in under the wire, here's my final fic for the AU roulette! This one is a Vampire AU. I went with emotional vampirisim, because there's already enough threats of cannibalism in canon. I have vague ideas about how things happen differently in this AU and I might end up writing more for it later.
@kitausuret, I wrote about ya boi again!
Their patrol was wrapping up when Venom caught the scent of the most deliciously complex and tangled depression. It was the kind of deep darkness that ate people up. The kind of thing they tried to save people from, at least for a little while. It made their mouth water.
Whoever gave off that intangible aroma was just below them, at street level, huddled in a bus shelter. Eddie thought it was odd. The bus had pulled away from that stop a minute ago at most, surely the person hadn’t just missed it? The flavor profile they detected was all wrong for that. More bitter and resentful than angry and frustrated.
Venom slipped to the ground in a nearby alleyway, and Eddie Brock approached the bus shelter. By the time he reached cover he was damp from the misting drizzle that hadn’t affected him at all as Venom.
“Hell. Did I just miss the bus?” Eddie asked as he shook himself off as much as he could without getting the other person wet. As best he could, Eddie put on the persona of an inoffensive every guy who just happened to be more than 6 feet tall and built like a brick shithouse.
"Yeah." The person was bulky, strawberry blonde, and resigned to conversation. He was also, Eddie noted belatedly, sitting in a wheelchair and not on the shelter's bench. The man would probably be more wary, he assumed, which would make it harder to lull him.
"You miss it too?"
The man snorted. "The wheelchair lift was busted."
"That’s awful." Eddie sat in the middle of the three seat bench and draped his arms across the back rest. His left hand was as close to the other man as he could get while not looking like anything more than a big guy taking up space. Hopefully his other would be able to reach.
"It's life." The man shrugged.
"Doesn't mean it's okay." Eddie gestured widely with his far hand. “But it’s not really something guys like us can solve on our own.” For a moment, Eddie thought about mentioning the work he did at the F.E.A.S.T. center before thinking better of it. It would definitely come across as patronizing. “I’m Eddie.”
“Flash,” the man said, and his challenging stare made Eddie realize that Flash was probably his name.
“Flash,” Eddie confirmed. Some of the tightness at the corners of Flash’s eyes relaxed. “Do you mind if I practice a monologue? I’m working on my delivery for a community play.”
“Sure, better than awkward silence or small talk.” Flash shrugged.
"True." Eddie slid into the monologue, one he was actually working on, and built slowly in dramatics. Less than a minute in, Flash was being lulled. It seemed he had assumed wrongly. Eddie hadn't even needed to draw on the harmonics of Venom’s voice to get him into the distracted state of mind that would let them feed on his emotions without Flash noticing what, exactly, they were doing.
His other reached out from Eddie’s hand and bridged the gap between them. The moment dark alien flesh touched Flash, his emotions opened to them completely. His depression was a wide bowl of thick, cold soup before them. It was refreshingly tangy and sour, different than their usual fare of criminal terror, innocent discomfort, and the sincere gratitude of those Eddie helped. They swallowed saliva, as Eddie’s body reacted physically to the psychic meal in front of them.
Wildly, Eddie thought that if more people were like Flash then he wouldn't need his other to sate the hunger their symbiosis had burdened him with. The symbiote prickled complex guilt-apology-resentment-fear at him and he apologized to it as it started lapping up Flash’s depression. Chunks of the man's anger, hate, and bitterness caught on their currently metaphorical teeth like the meat and vegetables of a stew.
Tangy fear ran down their throat. Flash had somehow woken up.
"Stuh– stop!"
They did. Eddie went so far as to move to the furthest corner of the bench to his symbiote’s disgruntlement. That had never happened to Eddie in the time he’d been with his other. Flash wasn’t quite backed into the corner opposite him, but his hands were poised over the wheels of his chair ready to charge past Eddie.
"What the hell was that?"
Eddie also wanted to know. Flash should have been out for as long as they needed him to be while they ate his depression.
Good match. The symbiote communicated with rare words. Compatible. Want. Like. Love?
Darling? Eddie prompted. Emotions ebbed into his mind: they were his other's from when it first tasted him. It felt the same way now. Apparently the symbiote who'd turned him into an emotional vampire had a type.
It squirmed but made no denials.
"–you okay?" Flash had rolled closer to them for some unknown reason. "I just wanna know what you did, I feel… not better. But less like shit."
"I– we–" Eddie raised his left hand still covered in the symbiote's writhing feeding tentacles. It took the opportunity to wave at Flash with several. "We were eating your depression. It's not permanent. It'll be back, but it's easier to do something about it when you're not drowning."
"Can it be permanent?" Flash had looked away from them, up the street where neon lights blinked in the wet night. There were a few shops. A few bars, too.
"Not." Eddie swallowed roughly "Not if you want to keep feeling other things."
"That sucks."
"Yeah."
The next bus was still at least five minutes out, but it wasn't like Eddie and his other needed to wait for it. He turned to leave, symbiote resisting his motion like cold molasses in his muscles, when Flash called out, “You aren’t waiting for the bus?”
“No.” Then, with a nudge from the symbiote, Eddie rolled his eyes and his shoulders and Venom stepped into the rain. “We have other ways of getting home.”
Flash’s eyes widened, almost like he recognized them. Surprise and curiosity radiated from him. It wasn’t the reaction Eddie had expected. The symbiote, however, was smug and pleased at being proven right.
“If you’re not waiting for the bus then what about the play? Is that real?”
“It is.” They confirmed.
“When is it?” Flash rolled to the edge of the bus shelter. “I need to get out of the house more anyway.”
“Next Saturday, at the F.E.A.S.T. Center gymnasium. The doors open at six pm, if we remember correctly.”
“I’ll see you there, then,” Flash said with a grin.
“We will look forward to it.” Venom said as they slung up and away, Flash’s grin mirrored on their own face.
#long post#my writing#venom#eddie brock#venom symbiote#flash thompson#auroulette2023#and now to work on more blue beetle fic
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No shade to people who don't like these movies (there are some genuine reasons in both cases), but I never understood people's reasoning for disliking Peter and Wanda's arcs in Spider-Man 3 and Multiverse of Madness respectively. It sometimes seems as though whenever characters' grief or rage is not romanticizable, people just chalk it up to bad writing or in some cases active malice.
Yeah, Peter does some fucked up shit and so does Wanda. The fact that these characters are extremely sympathetic and simultaneously do things that are extremely difficult to, if not outright impossible to simply explain away is what makes it interesting. Peter uses the symbiote to cope with the feelings of rage over Uncle Ben's death and ego he's gained from becoming popular (in direct contrast to the depressing level of shit he got dealt in SM2) and lets it enable his worst impulses. Wanda lets the Darkhold use her grief over the life and genuine love that she missed out on for so much of her life validate an egotistical worldview, that the world harmed her and it doesn't deserve her empathy, so she doesn't need to care about anything else but getting her boys back.
Both of these characters have genuine emotional reasons to feel the way they do. Sometimes the most interesting explorations of character are the ones that make us deeply uncomfortable. It enables us to try and avoid the same mistakes and deal with our emotions in healthy ways. Furthermore, Raimi (and Waldron) wasn't doing it out of spite for either character. He wanted to create dramatic and operatic stories, and characters with this much emotion just letting it loose is interesting and dynamic. Neither Peter nor Wanda are inhuman monsters, they're human and they make extremely difficult to grapple with, but extremely human mistakes. Furthermore, they both realize it and do the right thing at the end, because deep down they are good people, just swallowed by their own deepest flaws and insecurities.
#sam raimi#multiverse of madness#spider man 3#marvel mcu#peter parker#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#spider man
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Betrayal
Chapter 9
Part 1
Warning: Mentions of Death, Violence,Depression, Suicide, Breaking Up, Torture, Blood, Explicit Language.
BuckyxFem!OFC EddieBrockxFem!OFC
Master List Betrayal Series
Nothing had gone how James planned. All he could think about was the man that threatened him. Something about him seemed off. But James could pinpoint what he felt during that short period of time.
Meanwhile on the Date
“I’m so sorry you had to see that?”
Audrey sighs looking down at her hands. She tries to calm herself. But her hands kept trembling.
“Audrey?”
“Hey hey its alright. You’re safe now.”
Eddie tries his best to comfort her.
“.Maybe tater tots and chocolate might help calm her down”
Eddie ignores Venom.
Just watching her made him sad for her but his blood boiled after what happened with her ex. Venom didn’t like the fact he laid his hands on Audrey. Venom so badly wanted to make an appearance. But he thought about Eddie.
“Audrey we can some place else. I know a great place but its hidden”
Audrey looks up with a smile. Yes I would like that.
They leave the restaurant. Not know where Eddie was taking her she was fond at the idea.
Just as they arrived Venom noticed a flower cart nearby. Without saying anything to Eddie he snatched up a bouquet of flowers for Audrey.
“We’re here Audrey. I know we were supposed to have dinner at Peachtree. I-“
“Ta-Da”
Venom made his unexpected appearance holding the bouquet of flowers 💐
Not knowing what to do. Eddie stood before Audrey not knowing what to say. Worried that she would scream or run.
Audrey stood there quietly. Before she started laughing at the way Eddie’s face dropped.
“Eddie its alright. Look its alright its nothing shocking for me. I’m friends with the Avengers and I’ve met a few special people with different abilities. Its alright.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“Whats his name your companion?”
“What did she call me?”
“His name is Venom
“She called you companion. Its another word for friend.”
“Okay, I like the sound of that? Companion”
“He’s a Symbiote”
“Symbiote”
“Okay, Venom could you give us the evening just Me and Eddie please.”
“Hmmm only if I get Tater tots and Chocolate.”
“He said only if I get him tater tots and chocolate this evening.”
“Sure thing. I’ll remind Eddie. Thank you Venom”
“I like her Eddie.”
“I do too.”
“Whats that?”
“Oh nothing, just talking with Venom”
“Shall we then”
She says with a smile.
“Audrey I know this isn’t how the evening was suppose to go. But why didn’t you run off scared. I mean like a normal person would have freaked out and ran.”
“I like you Eddie. You’re cute and sweet to me. I want to get to know you.”
“Okay. Well you up for Ramen”
“Lin’s Kitchen”
“How do you know of this place?”
Audrey says with excitement in her voice.
“I always come here when I have bad days or when I’m in the mood”
Eddie smiles at Audrey.
“My dad use bring me food from here. I’ve never been here but seeing the sign made me think of my dad and the days I spent with him when he was around.”
“I miss him everyday. He was my best friend.”
“I’m sorry for your loss Audrey.”
“Aww its okay Eddie. But thank you for bringing me here. Lin’s Kitchen is comfort food for me.”
Eddie goes up to the window to order food. Audrey sits at the table waiting for Eddie to return. The flowers and the surprise date. Was a thing she never got to experience. Bucky was always working and he was never home.
Back at the Avengers Tower.
Bucky pushed pass everyone walking straight to his room. He changed into his gym clothes he then headed to the gym to take his anger out of the punching bags.
Steve watched him leave his room headed to the gym. He followed him to the gym entrance but Nat stopped him.
“We need to talk?”
“Sure, ladies first”
Steve followed behind Nat. They came to the library where no one was around.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Tony wants Audrey to stay here at the tower. It’ll be safer for her to be here, since what happened with hydra.”
“Okay, but what about Buck?”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about?”
“Audrey wants nothing to do with him. Sam is still upset about everything. He’s refusing to stay here.”
“I understand why Audrey doesn’t want to stay here. But I think it’s best if she stays where she’s at now. It’s too painful to see them around each other.”
“Last night Buck didn’t get much sleep. I stayed with him last night. The nightmares are back they are much worse now. I was thinking about T’challa offer. But I’m not sure if Buck wants to do it.”
“Where’s Audrey?”
“She’s around, look Steve I don’t think it’s best if you see her now. She’s healing and moving on, give her time and she’ll contact you when she’s ready.”
“You’re right Nat”
“I’ll talk with Buck.”
“Kayla ran into me in the lobby earlier. I thought Buck and her weren’t official.”
“She gave this to me. Thought you might know anything about it?”
“No, why is she back. I thought she left when Buck ended things with her.”
“Nat I’m not sure what else to say about everything that happened. I should’ve done something or said something.”
“I better get back. I have a meeting in 15mins. I’m gonna drop this off in Bucks room.”
“Sure thing”
Nat walked over to the window. She takes out her phone she texts Audrey.
Ms.Hepburn don’t forget to call us 🖤😘
Kk 🖤
Steve was on his way back to his room to gather his files for his meeting he thought of the letter Nat gave to him. Everything that happened with Kayla and Buck should have never happened. Just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. The promise he made to Audrey’s father ate away at him everyday.
He promised Audrey’s father that he would protect and watch over her.
Steve wanted to fixed the mistakes he made but most of all to make amends with her. Looking at his watch he only had 5 mins before his meeting started. He quickly gather his things, he slipped the letter under Bucks door into his room.
Bucky finished up his workout. He first headed towards the kitchen to get water and something to eat before he went back to his room. Bruce and Tony sat in the kitchen talking about a project they were starting on.
“Hey Robocop did you want anything in particular to eat this evening. We’re getting take out.”
Buck didn’t like the nicknames that Tony called him. He walked out of the kitchen without saying a word.
When he opened his door he noticed the envelope on the ground. As he picked it up his heart stopped for a moment. All he could think about was it from Audrey?
Dear,James
I wanted to talk to you in person about everything that happened but I can’t face you.
I knew about Audrey from the beginning. In your drunken state you told me about her. I wanted to be her. I wanted a real relationship with you James. I wanted to be someone you needed in your life. All the sneaking around was fun and all but I wanted us to be official. I knew you still loved her. I wanted you to love me the same way you did with her. But in the end you made your choice. She is beautiful. I have seen her a few times. Some of my former colleagues told me about her, i have to admit i was jealous. Now i see why you didn’t want to leave her.
It never occurred to me why you cheated?
But deep down i knew we weren’t gonna last. It felt real when we would go to Peachtree together. I hope you find happiness.
We are both responsible for our actions. And I’m sorry about everything.
Take care. Kayla L.
Just the thought of Kayla made Bucky sad. He used her for sex she was nothing more to get his frustration out. But it never occurred to him why he decided to cheat. He sat on his bed looking out the window. He remember Audrey had downloaded some music on his phone when she would stay with him. He decided to plug it in and listen to it. As the songs played he fell asleep dreaming of her.
We fell in love in October-girl in red
Weak for your love-thee scared souls
Ruthless-the marias
What are you so afraid of-videoclub
4ever-clairo
One way track-iration
The Days Turned Into Weeks Then Months
Audrey had continued to see Eddie. The more they saw each other, Venom had became more comfortable about showing himself.
Eddie had fallen head over heels in love with Audrey. Venom had denied that he didn’t care but some days he would help Eddie plan for date night.
Wanda and Nat had noticed a change in Audrey. She had a glow to her when she would meet up with them for lunch or shopping.
Sam was out of town for a few days but he got in contact with Nat letting her know he wanted to meet up with the gals at their favorite cafe.
Nat chuckled at Sam for saying “Gals” he was laughing on the other end. He missed them very much.
“I’ll let Wanda and Audrey know, we’ll see you tomorrow Sam.”
“Thanks Nat, Bye”
The next morning Audrey had gotten up early to get dressed for the day. She was so excited to see Sam again. Its been a few weeks since she last saw him.
Before Audrey could run out of her apartment there was a knock.
Who could it be? The time read 7:36am it was quite early for any visiting her. Also no one called or texted they were coming over. With hesitation she transformed just in case.
As she reached for the handle a voice on the other side said.
“June Floral Delivery”
Audrey opened the door cautiously. Stood before her a man with a floral delivery uniform holding a bouquet 💐 of flowers.
“Good Morning, could you sign here please.”
“Sure”
“You’re all set. Happy Valentines Day Ma’am.”
“Thank You”
Audrey brought the flowers into her apartment. She set the flowers down she noticed a small envelope hidden in the flowers.
She opened the envelope the card read.
“L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can”
“See you this evening Ms. Hepburn” 🖤
*Nat King Cole* L-O-V-E
Looking at the card Audrey blushed so much she forgotten what she was doing.
Her phone vibrated. A message from Wanda
“Ms Hepburn are you at the cafe? We’re running a bit late this morning we’re on our way.”
“I’m still at home. I’m leaving now”
“Okay. See you soon”
Audrey left her apartment as she was walking down the street she ran into Bucky.
“No I’m not doing this now”
Audrey walked around Bucky. Upset that he was near her apartment.
“Audrey please give me 5 mins to talk please”
“Fine but 3 mins go”
Audrey looks at her watch and her phone. Tapping her fingers on her arms.
“Audrey can we sit down and talk somewhere. I want to talk to you. Please thats all I’m asking.”
“Why?”
“All the talking is done. I have nothing to say to you. You made your choice and I made my own.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you. I should’ve talked to you about what was going on in my head. I just want to sit down with you to talk about everything. And to try to move on from this.”
“Look James, I don’t know what else to say to you. I made my choice I met someone and he’s an amazing man.”
“The guy I saw you leaving with? Audrey there’s something off about him I just want you to be safe. Especially that you were kidnapped by Hydra.”
“I can take care of myself! I don’t need you taking care of me!”
“Look James I made my choice you made your own when you decided to cheat. I wasn’t enough for you. I was alone when I lost our child. ALONE!”
“I had no one around. You were supposed to be there with me. But you weren’t, to make it worst my father, best friend is gone. I lost everyone I loved dearly. So leave me alone.”
Just as Audrey was gonna walk away Bucky grabbed her arm. She transformed grabbing Bucky by the neck pushing him into an alleyway. She lifted him off the ground. Her piercing red eyes stared at Bucky her fangs stuck out.
“Touch me again, I swear to you it’ll be the last time you lay another finger on me.”
Audrey dropped him to the ground fixing her coat and hair she walks forward but looks back to Bucky.
“Come near me again. I’ll make sure you don’t have your shiny arm.”
“Stay away from me and him”
Audrey left to meet up with Sam, Wanda and Nat at their favorite cafe.
Part 2 of Chapter 9 in the process.
Till Next Time.
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Thor: Love and Thunder (minor spoilers)
It was funny alright, i laughed at; the dad bod to god bod joke, kissing werewolf woman on wolf-woman, Jane Fonda and Jodie foster joke or Thor randomly giving deadpan shitty motivational speeches. Enjoyed Krog telling Thor bedtime tales. It was colourful as fcu*k, it was pro-lgbtqia as much as Disney executives could handle; good for you Korg you found Dwayne, and Valkyrie you should have married the nine muses instead of just kissing the hand, you disaster lesbian! And wow Cosmic Dolphins mate for life in pack of sex! Yay for polycule! The movie was also Disney-fied in certain aspects of the cinematography with bleating overpowering Goats running up rainbow paths! Music was fun for sure! The actions were good too, loved the second battle in black and white on the barren moon like planet! And i was not expecting a love triangle between Mjolnir, Thor and Stormbreaker either!
And damnit Dr. Jane Foster! You were so so so good as Mighty Thor! The few moments Jane and Valkyrie had, my queer heart was so happy; it was beautiful, great female bonding, also it has a great potential as epic gay ship! Their chemistry was WOW!
I am happy this movie dealt with the issues of toxic expectations of being a man, being masculine man is hard, being god is hard. Thor’s depression didn’t get magically cured just because he lost weight! He chose to suppress it by fighting and protecting people. That is what depression does, it takes away the love and care you should have for yourself! Sadly, Thor’s issues were sidelined as narrator info dump.
The story had so much potential to be more than another depressed man finding re-purpose of life when he meets the love of his life or has epiphanic moment or both; i know Thor lost a lot, his back tattoos proved it, he misses mom, dad, Natasha, Tony and even that Loki too! This love and loss and the good hearted chaos in him, makes him Thor. But i am tired of good man suppressing their big sad and carrying on while good man unable to handle the big sad turn into villain and go on rampage! It is one of the best narrative line with morals and lessons to juxtapose, but it is still bit overused trope now. It only works when you love the hero but also sympathise with the villain.
But, the villain in here, come on, man! Come on! Gorr was so disappointing! So disappointing! So disappointing!
If you cast Christian Bale, our expectations sky rockets automatically! Set aside his Dark Knight Trilogy; he still has a stellar list of movies to praise his skills! But what was this! What? What?
Gorr here. He is a gremlin child born of, if Voldemort had fcu*ked Gollam or vice versa in a dirty alley on a full moon’s night! Bald, dirty teeth, annihilating population because he is BIG SAD, and has a broken flute making windy screeching voice! Such less screen time and such bland background setting! I couldn’t sympathise with him! I tried! But it was just… bad!
And that cursed sword, the necrosword was reduced to soul corrupting weapon! Look i am no Marvel Comics expert, but I have read a handful of them, and the encyclopaedia of Marvel characters, and I know! It was the first symbiote ever created! The God Butcher Gorr, was downplayed and almost treated like a NPC Midlevel Boss to unlock other levels!
And That Zeus Was Shit! Lampoon is the word for him.
Only god i love is The Bao God! Bao God is the cutest! I will worship Bao God! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺!
And I saw Matt Damon again! And Luke Hemsworth!
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Earth X #3
Hi fire-type Namor. Hi Red Skull?
So to recap what’s been going on: this is Bad Future. The Watcher is blind and has forced Machine Man to be his seeing-eye robot. The Avengers are dead, the Fantastic Four are dead or retired or dressed up as Dr Doom. Depressed toga-wearing Captain America is teamed up with Wyatt Wingfoot to investigate rumors of a new Red Skull. There’s a mind control squid called Hydra on the loose. The entire world has gone through a mass empowering event that has caused unrest and food shortages and a Norman Osborn presidency. Reed believes his experiments with vibranium caused it but there’s ambiguity.
I still don’t know what the X means but Earth X is in a sorry state.
And now: more.
Captain America in a flag toga and Wyatt reach California and since there are Red Skull banners everywhere, Wyatt concedes that there is a Red Skull problem again.
Also, Red Skull’s army has some familiar names in the mix. That flying guy with the sword? Based on a better look at his face later, he’s definitely Jack of Hearts.
There’s also Sandman, Sunspot, Domino, Feral, Woodgod, the Wizard, and some deep cut Captain America supporting character called Texas Jack in various crowd shots.
And based on the weird way the people in the crowd move around, Cap speculates some kind of mind control is at play. But separate from the squiddy mind control of Hydra.
Due to the food shortage, Red Skull’s forces have been doing a lot of fishing and that aggros a Flaming Namor from the ocean, who promptly starts kicking the asses of anyone who looks at him funny.
Over in Latveria, the Inhumans pay Reed Richards a visit.
He gives more detail about the vibranium experiment that went wrong. That he believes is responsible for the mass empowering event.
To solve the energy crisis, Reed was working with Wakanda to use vibranium as a way to beam power in the form of sound waves to receiving stations. But the beacon tower blew up for reasons Reed still doesn’t understand. And then the mass mutation happened.
But the Inhumans get really weird when Reed mentions vibranium. And Black Bolt “says” something that Medusa is reluctant to interpret because it will change how Reed looks at the Inhumans.
What she eventually says doesn’t seem to warrant that worry. So one wonders. What she’s still not saying.
What Medusa explains is that while the Inhumans were off in space, they found a destroyed planet that looked like something had exploded out from within the core. And for some reason, Earth’s missing Eternals were found frozen but alive in the debris field of the destroyed planet.
The Inhumans investigated and found a rare substance inside what remained of the planet’s core. A substance Inhumans know as being like a cancer.
Medusa: “But it’s what you call vibranium.”
Dun dun dunnn.
Back in New York, Peter’s daughter visits him but he’s not very happy to see her.
Because May is the new host of Venom.
And no matter what she says, Peter views it all as some fresh new attempt by the symbiote to emotionally undermine him.
(Not helped by May being the absolutely most dramatic person. Her normal look is mourning dress and veil. Made out of symbiote.)
And back in California, Flaming Namor suddenly stops fighting to kneel in front of the new Red Skull.
Who seems to be just a kid. With a MODOK throne. And able to bring Namor to heel without a word.
… A scary kid.
The back of the book appendix name drops some of the Skull’s followers and what their current condition is.
It also talks about the food shortages plaguing the world. It still doesn’t explain why there’s a food shortage but it does establish that Russia has become the bread basket of the world, exporting vast amounts of wheat with the help of England.
Countries that don’t want to rely on Russia, such as America, have begun relying more and more heavily on fishing.
God and/or the creative team knows what happened to America’s vast corn supply.
So that’s what’s happening on Earth X. Reed maybe caused everyone to mutate by trying to solve the energy crisis. Vibranium might lead to the end of the world. The new Red Skull has a vast mind-controlled army, including Namor. We still don’t know where the Inhuman Prince got off to. And Peter Parker’s life is, as ever, a mess.
Earth X: everything is worse but some things are the same.
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The Spider/Asher Holmes and the Media
I haven’t talked about this guy all that much but today I’d like to go into The Spider and how he’s treated in the media- and how Asher has unconsciously changed that perception to be negative on purpose as a form of self sabotage. ( This one is really gonna get into his mental health and trauma, if that bugs you this post may not be for you! )
So- first off who is Asher Holmes? The Spider fights crime in Twin Capes City, Osclar ( fictional- he’s based of a spider-au of my mainline normal human ocs ) on Earth 2051-A. He was bitten by a radioactive spider in his last year of High School and became Spider-Man. Although after the death of his best friend ( and crush ) Nyx Dixon ( belonging to @raisondetre2012 :3 ) he started the process I have described above.
Asher’s self hatred is something he’s always carried with him, even before becoming The Spider. And he didn’t fare much better even in the universe where Nyx was bitten instead of him. Asher has always bottled up his problems and never bothered to self analyze himself. He’s only done so at key moments in his life and it’s seriously helped him, but he has yet to realize that’s the solution. ( And getting therapy. He needs therapy desperately. Maybe some meds too. )
So Asher’s self hating tendencies often come out through self-sabotage. In High School it was calling the girl he liked mean names to ruin his chances with her, in college it was forcing himself into a major he wasn’t at all interested in to impress his parents. And now, it’s making everyone hate the one part of himself that everyone adores. Spider-Man became The Spider. He was now referred to by the general public as an ‘it’ or a ‘thing’ despite Asher’s surface level wishes. Although deep down he very much wanted this to happen, to launch himself into a deeper whole of depression, because in some ways that’s all he’s known. Anything else would be change, and Asher doesn’t like change. ( Autism let’s goooo )
Asher started with little things, utilizing his engineering degree which he already hated doing- to create a more futuristic and foreign looking suit. Something that in Asher’s mind was just a simple suit redesign, but subconsciously it was more than that. And then it become the four metal arms on the back, bringing himself closer to an uncanny valley between machine and animal. Then it became the eyes, the extra eyes added onto his suit. Asher only has two eyes, but if he made others think he had more? Maybe they wouldn’t even see him as human anymore.
The claws are natural to his body after the spider bite but it certainly does not help his self esteem, or the opinions of the reporters. Asher is constantly faced with abuse on all sides, from the media, from the people he’s saving, from the villains he’s defeating and unconsciously from himself.
And when he was invited to the Spider Society, an excuse to escape and become Miguel’s personal enforcer? It was a dream come true, although it caused the opinions of the media to dwindle even more after Asher was missing during a devastating attack by Carnage. Despite Asher believing that he doesn’t trust others, he deeply trusts Miguel and would never even have the thought of the things he’s hiding from him.
Never the thought of universes where Nyx is alive and happy, never the thought of the one where she’s Spider-Woman either. And especially not the thought of Miguel’s knowledge of his upcoming symbiote canon event. Which considering his mental state, will end up even more poorly than other Spider-Men’s symbiote stories.
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I’d like to stay in our universe for awhile.
AGREED.
((Venom and Eddie are back from the MCU and are ready to answer your questions 🖤))
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In Case You Don’t Live Forever
~sixth chapter rewritten~
Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader
Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy
Series Masterlist
Two months later, you sat outside The Daily Bugle and impatiently bounced your leg. While waiting to see if your boss liked your first draft of the Cleatus Kassidy article, you reflected on your past two months in New York.
It was now June. You and Venom had fallen into a routine. You’d work on the Cletus article by day and go patrolling at night. Of course, being Venom wasn’t a nightly occurrence. You’d only go out eating once or twice a week. Still, you managed to have 11 run ins with Spider-Man.
You and Peter had become significantly closer in that past two months as well. You’d help him with his homework, though you secretly thought he was smarter than you, and he helped me with your story. Some nights, he’d visit you on your fire escape and watch the sun go down. You had no idea how he got there, but you didn’t care.
You’d send him science puns while he was at school and he’d bring you food and keep you company when You had writers block. Your favorite was the long talks on the roof. You would sit there for hours and tell each other everything. You knew all his secrets and he knew yours.
Well, not all.
But the best part of all was that every now and then, you’d catch the other staring. Then, the other would stare back until someone, usually Peter, started to lean in. Every time you thought you were finally going to take the next step, something would interrupt you. Whether it was May knocking or Ned barging in or Peters phone ringing. That was another thing about Peter. His damn phone was always ringing and then he’d have to dash off somewhere, leaving you with a random excuse or something about an internship. Sometimes, you’d wish he’d just throw his phone aside and kiss you already.
“Great work so far, L/n.” Your boss tore you away from your thoughts. “I knew you’d be right for the job.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jameson.��� You stammered as you stood up. “I really appreciate you giving me this job. I was kinda blackballed back in San Francisco.”
“I know.” He shrugged. “But you ask the hard hitting questions that people want to hear. Once this article is out, I want you to write one on Venom.”
“Venom?” You gulped at her name.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “You know that scary black monster that’s been fighting Spiderman? I’m thinking an exposé on that menace webhead and his latest enemy, and I think you’d be perfect for the job.”
“I would love to.” You said quickly. “I’ll start researching right away.”
With that, you turned on your heel and left the building before Venom caused a scene.
“Monster?” Venom roared once you got in your car. “Scary?”
“I know.” You whined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna call you that.”
“His whole job is reading about the most dangerous criminals in New York. If he thinks we’re scary, what’s Peter gonna think?” Venom asked. You laughed in dismissal until you thought about what he said.
What would Peter think? What if you told Peter who you really were and he ran away? He was sweet and understanding, but how understanding could he possibly be when you tell him you can turn into a flesh eating monster?
That’s when you realized you were scared. You were scared of letting Peter in and him letting himself right out. You were scared of repeating the mistakes you made with Andy. No, not scared.
Petrified.
What if Peter didn’t like what he saw? What if he realized you were too messy to be with? Or had too much baggage? Peter deserved a nice girl. One with a normal family and friends. One without depression. One without a flesh eating symbiote attached to their immune system.
“What’s wrong baby?” Venom asked with concern. She cuddled around your neck and nuzzled into your cheek.
“I can never be with Peter.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Hot tears of frustration filled your eyes so you looked up to keep them from falling. Admitting it felt like a fatal blow to the stomach. Venom tied your hair up with one of her arms and wiped the tears from your face.
“Why do you say that?”
You thought about it for a moment before answering. You didn’t want to tell Venom that you were feeling insecure. She freaked out on you whenever you said something negative about yourself. You didn’t wanna another 100 slide PowerPoint titled “why Y/N L/N is the baddest bitch in the galaxy”. Especially since forty of those slides were just pictures of your butt. You appreciated Venom wanting to help but you were feeling the kind of insecure that a pep talk couldn’t fix. You needed to figure it out on your own. So instead, you told her a different fear you had.
“Because. Look at us. We’re the only thing keeping each other alive.” You reasoned. “What if we get separated and die? I can’t become one of those people in Peters life who loved him and then left him. His mom, his dad, his Uncle Ben. I don’t want to die and leave Peter behind. He’s been through enough. He’d be so much better off without me.”
“We’re not gonna die. You protect me and I protect you. Nothing will hurt us as long as we have each other.” Venom assured you.
“I can’t protect you like you protect me.” You said softly. “I’m just a human. What if something happens to me and you die because of it?”
“Nothing will happen to you, Y/N. I promise. I won’t let it.” Venom swore. You looked at her and gave her a sad smile.
“I won’t let anything happen to you either.” You said, but you didn’t promise it. You knew you couldn’t promise it.
“And you can be with Peter.” Venom insisted. “On Klyntar, we mate for life. And we think you’ve found your mate in Peter.”
“What does that mean?” You wondered.
“It means we’ve become attached to him and will never be happy with anyone else.” Venom said. You let out a shaky breath as that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You needed a reason to shut your feelings for Peter down.
“Like soulmates?” You asked.
“Exactly like soulmates.” Venom answered.
“Well what happens on Klyntar if someone is your soulmate but you’re not theirs?”
“Then we go into a cave and mourn until we die alone of heartbreak.” Venom said simply.
“That sounds about right.” You laughed sadly as you took a second to think.
“I’m gonna call that guy back.” You said suddenly.
“What guy?” She asked.
“They guy who asked me out at the coffee shop this morning.” You reminded her.
“The one with the stupid hair? Why would you call him?” Venom asked angrily.
“What was wrong with his hair?” You laughed.
“It was blonde. We like brunette.” Venom said with a devilish grin.
“His hair was fine.” You rolled your eyes. “And I’m gonna call him to say yes to the date.”
“Why would we do that when we like Peter?” Venom whined.
“Because if Peter doesn’t like us, I don’t want to die of heartbreak alone in a cave.” You admitted.
“He does love you.” Venom protested.
“We don’t know that.” You shook your head. “It’s just one date. I need to get back out there anyway. I haven’t gone on a date Andy and I broke up.”
“Fine.” Venom grumbled. “But this is a terrible idea and I’m going to complain the whole time and sing the Les Mis soundtrack in your head.” This was one of those moments where she felt more like your toddler than your symbiote.
You gave the guy a call before driving back to your apartment. As fate would have it, you ran into Peter in the hallway on your way to your room.
“Hey Y/n!” Peter greeted you. “You want to come over later and help me with spanish? I’ll amo you mucho.”
You wanted so badly to say yes but you had to stick to the plan to squash your feelings for Peter.
“Aw, I’m sorry Pete. I wish I could but I have a date tonight.” You frowned, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on his face.
Peter’s heart sank to the floor as he emotions went from feeling devastated to feeling white hot anger in a matter of seconds
“A date?” He sputtered. “With who?”
“Some boy I met at the coffee shop.” You said weakly, knowing you were hurting him.
“Oh.” He said dully.
“Some boy.” He thought angrily. “Some freaking dirty ass sissy coffee boy asked my girl out.”
Peter felt like hunting the man down and smacking the shit out of him. Or at the very least, webbing him to a wall leaving him there until he missed the date.
“What’s his name?” Peter asked suddenly, wanting to put a name to his new mortal enemy.
“Matt.” You nodded slowly.
“Freaking Matt.” Peter thought. “Freaking dirty ass bitch ass Matt. Was Matt Spider-Man? No. Could Matt treat you as well as I could? Probably. But did he like you as much? No. Did he have inside jokes with you? No. Could he make you laugh your beautiful laugh just by doing a Captain America impression? No. He wasn’t good enough for you. He couldn’t do the things I could do. He was trash. He was a trashy dirty ass rat boy.”
“Interesting.” Peter said, keeping his thoughts to himself.
“I’ll text you when it’s over and maybe I can help you then.” You offered. That sound okay, guapo?”
Peter nodded sadly, not even acknowledging that you called him handsome. Actually, he probably had no idea that you did. He was smart, but only in English.
“That’s fine.” He nodded glumly. “I’ll see you later.”
You watched Peter trudge into his apartment and felt a pain in your heart. He seemed so upset all the sudden. It couldn’t be from your date, could it? It’s not like you told him you got engaged or something. It was one little date. And it’s not like Peter even made a move. He had no reason to be upset. You brushed it off and went into your apartment to get ready.
Just as Venom predicted, the date went horribly wrong. You drove back to the apartment in silence afterwards, leaving Matt to clean himself off back at the restaurant.
“Why did that happen?” You asked her after a long drive in silence. You were mortified from the events of the night but you needed to know why they happened.
“Because he wasn’t your soulmate.” Venom said simply.
“We defiled that boy.”
“It happens.” Venom stated.
“It shouldn’t.” You said, shocked at how nonchalantly she was being.
“But it does.”
You rode the rest of the way in silence, shooting Peter a text before asleep on your couch. You woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat and in tears. You didn’t know it, but Peter was listening to your breathing from his apartment. He had picked up the small cries of his name in your sleep with his superhearing and stayed up to see if you were okay.
You weren’t, by the way. You had had a nightmare that shook you deeply and left you shaking. It was about Peter, but not in a good way. In this dream, he laid injured on the ground after a fight. You were separated from Venom and bleeding out near Peter. You couldn’t do anything to save him. You couldn’t scream for help. And worse, you couldn’t protect him. It caused you great agony to not be able to reach him.
Without giving it another thought, you got off your couch and made your way to the door. You needed to see Peter and tell him how you felt.
You didn’t care about your insecurities anymore. You didn’t care about all the things keeping you apart. You only cared about him, and that was enough. He needed to know that and you couldn’t wait another second.
You swung open your front door, only to find Peter Parker outside it in pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and a tight white t-shirt. His hand was raised, like he was about to knock.
“Hey.” you breathed. His hair was tousled and sticking up in random places. He looked heavenly.
“Hi.” He said shyly.
“I was just about to go to your door. I had a bad dream.” You told him. You were anxious to skip the semantics and cut right to the chase.
The chase being, “I love you and I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
“Yeah, I heard. That’s why I’m here.” Peter explained. That’s not what he wanted to say. What he wanted to say was, “I’m always here if you need me. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I love you. It’ll be okay.”
Peter looked at you funny for a moment, like he was seeing something beneath the surface.
“She looks so beautiful.” He thought. Makeup free, hair a little messy, and nothing but an oversized sweatshirt to cover you. Peter recognized the sweatshirt as his own, one you had swiped from his laundry basket because you had been freezing while watching Alien in his room. He felt so honored to know that you slept in it. Peter wondered how many times he could fall in love with you in a short span of time. In the past few seconds, he’d fallen about 15 times. Once for every breath you took. And you were breathing quite heavily.
“You heard?” You asked, wondering how he
had possible heard from his apartment.
“My hearing is excellent.” He said quickly. “Are you alright?”
“Please be alright.” He thought. “I’d stop anything that tried to hurt you. I’ll protect you from the storm. Don’t shut me out. Don’t turn me away. Let me love you.”
“Um…” You trailed off and looked behind you at your empty apartment. The darkness looked anything but inviting. You couldn’t go back in there just yet.
“No?” It came out as more of a question.
“No? Do you want to talk about it-“ Peter was cut off when you rushed into his arm and hugged him tightly. He seemed taken aback, seeing as you nearly knocked the wind out of him. But as soon as he found his footing, he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you close. You relaxed in Peters embrace and let out a sigh.
“I had a nightmare.” You croaked. “You died and I couldn’t save you.”
“I know. It’s okay. You’re awake now. I’m here.” Peter said soothingly.
“I’ve been here the whole time.” He thought. “I will never abandon you. You are safe in my arms. Nothing can hurt you now. I won’t let it.”
You pulled away a little and looked at his face, seeing how tired it was.
“Would you stay with me?” You asked timidly. You didn’t want him to go. Not now, not ever.
“Always.” Peter answered with a smile. “As if I could ever leave you.”
Your lips lit up in a smile as your eyes fell to his lips. They lingered there for too long, or maybe just long enough. Peter took the hint and slipped his hand behind your neck and began to pull you closer. As your lips were about to touch, your door slammed, causing you to jump out of each other’s embrace.
“Shit balls.” You said immediately, letting out an annoyed sigh.
“What?” Peter asked, giggling a little at your choice of profanity.
“I just locked myself out.” You realized as you jiggled through door handle. Peter laughed louder this time and put a hand on your shoulder.
“Come on. You’re sleeping over.” He said, leading you back to his apartment with his hand on the small of his back.
You entered Peters room for the millionth time, but it felt the first time. Sure, you’d become good friends in the time you’ve lived in the building, but bedrooms were intimate places. The context of you being in Peters bedroom after going to him for comfort changes how you saw the place. After all, bedrooms were windows into the soul. Oh wait, that’s eyes. Still, the room was different. You didn’t feel like you were entering it. You felt like you were returning.
You looked around with a content smile on your face. He still had his academic decathlon posters on his wall, along with a few Avengers posters. Peter was pretty neat, but he was still a teenage boy. Socks and sweaters were strewn across the room. You saw him kicking a pair of boxers under his desk out of the corner of you eye. His room was so cute. It was so…Peter. You noticed a first aid kit on his desk next to his chemistry textbook and wondered what on earth he could be using it for.
“I’ve always liked your room.” You complimented as you touched a decathlon trophy on his dresser.
“Oh thank God.” Peter sighed in relief. “I thought you’d take one look at my nerdy ambiance and run.”
“Star Wars bedsheets?” You asked when you noticed the Death Star poking out under his duvet. You definitely hadn’t seen those before and found them endearing. Peters ears reddened and he fixed his duvet to cover them up.
“Those aren’t mine.” He said quickly.
“Are they Mays? As in May the force be with you?” You played along and he gave you a defeated smile.
“That was the worst thing anyone has ever said. Ever.” Peter joked. You laughed and he gave you a shy smile.
“Fine. They’re my bedsheets. Star Wars is cool, okay?” Peter defended. You took a seat on his bed and shrugged.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me Peter. I just didn’t know you were a loser, is all.”You said simply. Peter sat down on the bed next to you and rolled his eyes.
“Very funny. You’re the funniest person I know.” He said sarcastically. You nudged him with your elbow and he and hit you with a Yoda printed pillow.
“Mm. Good with the force you are.” You commented. Peter groaned loudly and told you to shut up.
“Enough playing around. How was your date?” Peter asked as he turned to face you. You could hear the pain in his voice and regretted ever telling him about the date.
“Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “Terrible.”
You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easy. If Peter really did like you and want to be with you, he needed to say it. He couldn’t just grumble and wallow in self pity when you were with another boy. You wanted to test him to see if he’d ever actually admit his feelings, but a part of you was still scared there were no feelings to admit to.
“Really?” He said excitedly. He cleared his throat to cover it up and grunted. “I mean, really?” He asked calmly.
“Yeah it was awful. I definitely won’t be seeing him again.” You sighed sadly, but you weren’t actually sad. You were just putting on a show for Peter. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile from emerging.
“That’s terrible.” Peter lied. “What went wrong?”
His acting was equally as bad as your own. He had a shit eating grin on his face, pretending to be sad when he was clearly over the moon.
“It was going fine all night until the kiss.” You sighed dramatically, looking longingly out the window. You might as well have thrown yourself onto the balcony and cried out for Romeo. Peter, however, was buying every second of it.
“You guys kissed?” He asked, his voice heavy with disappointment. He looked miserable. All you wanted to do was throw your arms around his neck and tell him he was the only one for you. Instead, you kept your feelings to yourself and nodded slowly.
“Almost. He leaned in and…” instead of finishing your sentence, you just shrugged. You could tell Peter was on the edge of his seat so you dragged it as long as you could.
“And?” Peter practically begged. You let out another long, dramatic sigh as Peter took a slow sip of his water bottle.
“And I threw up on him.” You said simply. Peter spat out the water in his mouth and burst out laughing, doing his best to cover it up. You gave him a fake angry look but ended up laughing as well.
“What?” Peter laughed.
“He was such a tool.” You whined. “He talked down to me the entire night and then had the audacity to try and kiss me. I don’t know what happened but all the sudden he was leaning in and I was throwing up. He deserved it though. He treated me like was an idiot. I’m almost glad I threw up on him.”
Peters was overjoyed. He was about to say something when we heard a straggled cry of your name.
You and Peter rushed to his peephole and saw a familiar blonde haired boy standing in the hallway.
There he was, Matt, outside your apartment door with his phone on full volume playing “Hungry Eyes” from Dirty Dancing.
“What the actual hell?” You wondered out loud. “I better get rid of him.”
“Y/nnnnnn. I’m sorry I was a jerk.” Matt slurred. “Please talk to me. I told the doorman we were cousins. Then I told the elevator guy that I was your husband. You may need to move now. Y/nnnn.”
“You definitely can’t go out there.” Peter shook his head. “He could have a knife.”
“Or worse.” You whispered, making Peter looked at you fearfully. “He could have the same loser bedsheets you do.”
Peter scrunched his nose at you and picked up you swiftly to threw you onto the couch.
“Since when are you so strong?” You laughed in shock. Peter shrugged and held out a hand.
“Let’s go to bed.” He said. You raised an eyebrow and he quickly added, “In a non-sexual, platonic way.”
He was always so cautious of offending you or making you uncomfortable. You appreciated how much of a gentleman he was and knew Aunt May had implemented those qualities in him.
“You can take the bed.” He offered. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me know if you need anything.”
You nodded and climbed into his bed, patting the the space next to you.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” You told him. “Get in.”
Peter looked at you with wide eyes, looking very unsure of himself as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.
He was torn. He wanted to get into the bed, but he also knew you were vulnerable right now and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. He didn’t want to do anything you’d end up regretting in the morning.
“Get in, in a non-sexual, platonic way.” You added. Peter relaxed but stayed standing. You pretended to splash Peter and twirled your hand around the bedsheets as if they were water.
“Come on in Parker. The waters warm.” You said in a low voice.
“I am…repulsed.” Peter deadpanned. In reality, he was dying to get in the bed. He wasn’t gonna try anything, he just wanted to feel you close. He wanted to comfort you and take the pain of the night away. Finally, he got into the bed and pulled the covers up. He shut off his lamp and we fell into comfortable silence.
“Good night, Peter.” You whispered, turning your back to him and cuddling into his pillow.
“Night, Y/n.” He whispered back. You felt his eyes on the back of your neck still. He didn’t want to close them and fall asleep. He wanted to stay in this moment as long as he could.
You soon felt hesitant arms wrap around your waist. Peter was very unsure of himself and kept his hands loosely on your hips, barely touching. You turned your neck around and looked at him quizzically.
“What the hell are you doing?” You demanded. His hands flew off your waist and his eyes widened with fear. He looked so apologetic, you thought he might cry.
“Do you not know how to cuddle?” You asked before he could blurt out an apology. You grabbed his arms and pulled them tightly around your body. You held his hands in your own, flush against your chest. Peter felt really tense at first and a bit stiff, but he soon relaxed and nestled into your hair.
“You smell really good.” He muttered. You laughed softly against his body, prompting Peter to hold you even tighter.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N.” He whispered. He said it so quietly, you figured he thought you had fallen asleep. “Sweet dreams.”
You woke up the next morning in Peter Parker’s arms. Subsequently, you wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of your life in Peter Parker’s arms. You were a mess of tangled limbs and hair but you found yourself firmly in his embrace, inhaling his cologne.
Peters eyes fluttered open suddenly and you were nose to nose.
“Hi.” You said softly, a playful smile resting on your lips. He was so pretty in the morning. He didn’t even have to try.
“Hey.” He chuckled. “This is new.”
“It is new. Is it okay?” You asked him, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.
“Is waking up next to the actual sun okay?” He teased. “Uh yea, Y/n. It’s okay. You can sleep over anytime you like if it means more mornings like this.”
Of course he said that. He held all your strings and knew just how to tug them.
“Did you really not enjoy that date?” He whispered, but in his head thought, “Do you want to be with anyone else?”
You didn’t know why he was whispering, but the look in his eyes told you he was dead serious.
“Not in the slightest.” You answered honestly. What you wanted to say was, “Because it wasn’t with you.”, but you didn’t.
“Would you…would you want to go out with me sometime?” He asked shyly. “I promise I won’t throw up on you.”
He said the second part as if it was the only way you’d say yes to the date, which made you laugh.
“Peter Parker, I have waited exactly 64 days for you to ask me that question and you just had to ruin it by promising you won’t throw up on me?” You playfully scolded as Peters eyes lit up.
“Is that a yes?” He asked excitedly.
“It’s a yes.” You nodded, holding his nearest hand. “It’s always been a yes.”
“Can I-“ He began.
“Don’t ask.” You whispered. “Just do it.”
Peter leaned in slowly and you did the same. His lips had just ghosted yours when Aunt May knocked on the door. He bolted out of bed as you sat up.
“Breakfast is ready. Did you clean your room?” Aunt May called from the other side of the door.
“Yes.” Peter called back. You looked around. No he didn’t
“No you didn’t.” She said knowingly. She didn’t even have to see his room to know it wasn’t clean.
“I’ll clean it after.” He groaned.
“I’m coming in.” She said suddenly, making you and Peter look at each other in fear.
“Don’t! I’m naked.” He screamed.
“Fine. But it better be clean after breakfast. And put some clothes on. You should not be naked at 7 am.” Aunt May said. You heard her footsteps walking away and knew it was safe to speak. You got out of Peters bed as he got up to lock the door, his back still to you as he did it.
“Alright.” He sighed. “That should buy us some ti-“
The second he turned around, he was met with your lips on his. You had your hands on the sides of his face and your head tilted to the left. You felt Peters eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes tickled your cheeks. He was frozen at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You melted into him and he melted right back into you. The kiss was short and sweet, but absolutely perfect.
When you pulled away, Peter gave you the softest eyes ever. A grateful smile was on his lips.
“I am so over these interrupted moments.” You laughed softly as you shook your head. Peters eyes twinkled in agreement. The sun was coming through the window and made his brown eyes look like pots of honey. You could stare at them forever.
And then he kissed you again, with confidence this time. He wasn’t ready for the last one since you caught him off guard. You let your fingers tangle in the messy curls at the back of his neck, something you thought you’d only get to dream of doing. Peter groaned slightly into your mouth as you tugged on his hair, indicating that he liked it. He put his hand under your neck and slipped his toungue in your mouth. Who knew Peter Parker knew how to kiss? He tasted like morning breath, spearmint chapstick, and something you could only identify as being exclusively Peter. When you pulled apart, he looked up at the sky and sighed.
“If I wake up and this is all a dream I’m going to fight you.” He said menacingly.
“Did you just threaten God?” You laughed.
“For you? Anthing. I’ll fight anyone for your honor. Our Lord and Savior can catch these hands can square up.” He promised.
“You’ve gone to far.” You joked. “We need to break up.”
“Don’t even joke. I’ve waited too long for this.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m only teasing. I’ve waited my whole life for you Parker. I’m never letting you go.” You told him. He burst out in a smile and kissed you swiftly, then promptly got down on one knee.
“Will you please be mine, darling? Officially?” He pleaded softly. There was so much hope in his eyes so you pretended to think about it.
“Sorry.” You shrugged. “I’m pretty busy with Matt.”
Peter stood up and gripped your hips, pulling you closer while you let out a small gasp.
“I never want to hear his name again. He had the privilege of taking my girl on a date and treated her poorly?” He raised an eyebrow. “He’s a deadman if I ever see him around here. Now, I need you to tell me you’re my girlfriend before my heart explodes. Tell me you’re mine. I won’t believe it until you say it. ”
You nodded yes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
“Peter Parker, I always have, and always will be, yours.”
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Introducing the Spideychelle Recathon!
I really appreciated all of the hard work and dedication the Spideychelle fandom showed during this year’s Spideychelle Week and I really wanted to find a way to celebrate all of those fantastic creators in this fandom, including those who didn’t participate in the week but contribute to the fandom outside of it. A lot of fan events that are hosted on Tumblr focus on content creation and I wanted to create an event focused on content appreciation.
Then it hit me—a recathon, taking from the words recommendation and marathon; an event that encourages people to rec many fanworks over the course of the event. I’m surely not the first to come up with the idea, but I haven’t seen it in the Spideychelle fandom yet. I hope this event will be a success like Spideychelle Week has proven to be in the past and it becomes a staple for the fandom.
The event will take place in October across all thirty-one days. You do not have to participate for every day, however, and you can pick and choose based on the daily themes that have fanworks that you are passionate about and wish to reccomend to others. I’d like on the chosen day for particpants to create a rec list (it does not have to be a list if you only have one fanwork to rec) and tag this blog (@spideychelleweek) so that I can reblog the rec list. It’s also encouraged that you tag the creators’ you’re reccing and let them know you love their work! If the original creator has already posted the fanwork on Tumblr then you can also choose to reblog their original post and tag this blog, letting me know you’re reccing it.
I hope most of the prompts are self-explanatory, but if not then below the cut I’ll try to simply explain each one. If you have any questions about the prompts or the event then please send in an ask and I’ll answer as promptly as I can.
Day 01 | Classics: Older and beloved fanworks; the type that every fan should read/watch/see and is introduced to every new Spideychelle fan someway or another. These fanworks should have been posted before the release of Spider-Man: Far From Home.
Day 02 | Crossover/Fusion: Crossover is when two fandoms combine, such as a fanwork where Peter Parker meets Robert Patterson’s Batman, while fusion is where the fandoms are merged by implanting the characters of one setting into another, such as the ever popular Hogwarts AU.
Day 03 | Kiss: Fanworks involving kissing, such as a one shot about their first kiss or a fanart of a passionate kiss. Kissing doesn’t have to be the main focus of the work. For instance, if you think a 100k word fanfic has the best kiss scenes then rec it away even if it has 95k words where no kissing is involved.
Day 04 | MJ Backstory: In the MCU’s canon we don’t know a lot about MJ’s family or her life, but the fandom has explored and delved deep into MJ’s character so this slot is for fanworks that explore MJ’s backstory whether it be a down-to-earth depiction of her family or exciting backstory where MJ is a spy.
Day 05 | Fluff: A fanwork that is pleasant and makes you feel good, such as fanworks depicting cuddling or other affectionate actions though fluff isn’t limited to that.
Day 06 | Identity Reveal: Fanworks that explore Peter Parker’s secret identity and it being revealed to MJ (who may already know) or other characters.
Day 07 | Post-FFH: Fanworks that take place after Spider-Man: Far From Home and explore what happens after Mysterio revealed Peter Parker’s identity to the world.
Day 08 | Vids: All kinds of fanworks can be posted for each day, but I imagine most will end up being fics so this day is devoted solely to vids which are video edits often set to music using clips from the films.
Day 09 | Fix-It: For fanworks that “correct” canon events that are not liked by the fan(dom), such as fanworks where the Snap/Blip never happened, Tony never died, or whatever else that fandom seeks to correct through fanworks.
Day 10 | Favorite Creator(s): Spread the spotlight to specific creators whose fanworks you love.
Day 11 | Domestic: Fanworks involving the characters living everyday lives. Often involves marriage or children, but domestic fanworks don’t have to include that nor does domestic mean that Peter can’t have powers, since being Spider-Man is a normal part of his everyday life.
Day 12 | Angst: Fanworks that hit you in the feels by making you feel negative emotions, particularly saddness or fear.
Day 13 | No Spider-Man: Fanworks that depict Peter Parker as a normal human being without superpowers. Other characters can have superpowers, but Peter Parker cannot.
Day 14 | LGBT+: Fanworks that depict LGBT+ themes and/or characters such as Trans!Peter Parker or Bisexual!MJ. Those are just examples, so feel free to rec works that don’t fit those specific parameters as long as they are LGBT+ focused.
Day 15 | Underappreciated: Fanworks that are underappreciated, such as not having that much engagement from the fandom. I’ll let you determine what counts as underappreciated, but please don’t rec fanworks that have 1000 kudos and 50 comments. This day is about praising fanworks that get barely any praise.
Day 16 | Alternative Universe: Fanworks that alter elements of canon, such as College AUs, Coffee Shop AUs, Vampire AUs, Omegaverse AUs, Historical AUs, Soulmate AUs, and so, so, so many more.
Day 17 | Spider-Man 3: Fanworks that make you go, “this could be in the MCU’s Spider-Man 3,” whether it be fanart depicting an epic fight scene, a long fic plotting out a huge overarching narrative, a vid with a tight story, or whatever else you can think of.
Day 18 | One Shots: Fanworks, typically fanfiction but it can include other mediums such as comics, that are standalone stories contained within a single chapter.
Day 19 | Hurt/Comfort: Fanworks involving a character(s) being hurt either emotionally or physically and then being comforted by another character(s).
Day 20 | Self-Rec: Recommend a fanwork or fanworks that you created! Don’t be afraid to be proud of your work and I want everyone to shamelessly rec their fanworks that they’re proud of on this day.
Day 21 | Comic Elements: Fanworks that include elements from the Spider-Man comics that have yet to appear in the MCU, such as the Venom Symbiote or a reimagining of a classic scene/panel/storyline using the MCU’s version of the characters.
Day 22 | Art: A day to recommend your favorite pieces of fanart. This doesn’t just include drawn/painted art, but it can also include cosplay, sculptures, paper craft, and any other medium.
Day 23 | Missing Scene: Any fanwork that fills in a “gap” in the films and could reasonably be seen as canon compliant.
Day 24 | Five Things: A story structure that includes multiple scenes that are related to each other using a common theme. An example is “Five Time Peter & MJ Almost Kissed & The One Time They Did.” The story structure does not need to have exactly five and can have any number as long as it follows the typical structure.
Day 25 | Humor: Fanworks that are humorous and make you laugh.
Day 26 | Smut: Fanworks that depict sexual material of either a Mature or Explicit rating.
Day 27 | Drabble: Fanfics that are exactly one hundred words long, but for this day I’ll accept less words or slightly more. And I also would like to see other mediums for this category such as vids that are less than thirty seconds. Generally, just fanworks that are fairly short in length.
Day 28 | Mental Health: Fanworks that depict mental illness, mental disorders, or neurodivergent headcanons. Examples include, but are not limited to, ADHD, Autism, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, etc.
Day 29 | Meta: Essays or analysis discussing the characters and/or relationship in the context of its portrayal in canon or fandom.
Day 30 | New Fanwork: Fanworks that have only been recently posted. I won’t give an exact hard timeline for you to follow, but as a guideline I’d say it counts as new if it was posted in the past two months.
Day 31 | Free Day: Reccomend fanworks based on any theme (or no theme) that you want.
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Rescue Me (RP)
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“Help! Help! Someone help me!”
On the streets of Manhattan, it tended to be 6-to-5 and pick ‘em whether such a plea for assistance would actually be fulfilled. If there was a feature of the city to be counted upon, it was the indifference of the average New Yorker. But the odds were decidedly not in favor of the person issuing the cries, not least of which because he looked like some strange hybrid of man and frog… but also because five ornately armored bipedal figures were giving chase via various modes of transportation.
The diminutive target of the group’s ire was fleeing on foot in a general northerly direction. If he got perhaps another 70 blocks, he’d eventually make it to Stark Tower. He was, at the least, giving a good account of himself… his running speed easily matched that of an Olympic athlete, even dressed as he was in bulky, tattered clothing. It might have been more were his hands not bound behind him, and a flashing electronic collar not secured about his neck.
One would have been forgiven for thinking him a fugitive from justice, particularly in light of the five pursuers, whose armors looked strangely reminiscent of a variety of Iron Man configurations. The leading pursuer, in particular, was clad in armor of dark red and gold, festooned with silver spikes, and he was delivering terse instructions to his comrades. “Ramshot, Wysper, get ahead of him. Firearm, Screech, to the sides. I’ve got him from behind.”
“Sure you do.”
Anti-Venom landed atop the assailant’s shoulders before he had time to react, driving him fully into the concrete of the sidewalk. Passersby let out a plethora of colorful expressions and exclamations, none of which he had any time for. His left hand grew to gargantuan size and wrapped about the vigilante he’d just dropped, then slammed him against the nearest convenient brick wall – a narrow separator between a deli and a haberdashery.
“Sentry.” The ivory-skinned hulk snarled. “You and your Jury flunkies really ought to get a hobby besides pretending you have any authority to do what you do.”
“Screech! Get back—!”
“Ah-ah.” Anti-Venom’s other hand came up and delivered a hard slap to the side of Sentry’s head, completely disregarding the spikes there that tried to tear into the flesh of his palm, which simply liquefied and reformed. He pulled the dazed Jurist away from the wall and spun him around to face him. Anti-Venom’s grip kept Sentry’s arms pinned to his sides, and the red-orange glow of his eyes and mouth was reflected in the metal of his helmet. “You just wait right here. Some nice men in clean white coats will come get you directly.”
He thrust his arm out and smashed Sentry into the wall again, back-first, this time leaving him wrapped up in a tight cocoon of white bio-mass that was far stronger than any webbing his red-and-blue counterpart had ever demonstrated.
Anti-Venom launched himself into the air, vaulting in the direction of the distressed hostage the Jury had taken. He was already depressed by the possibilities. When last he’d encountered them, it had been as Venom, and their leader – Gavel – had been quite clear as to the reason for their formation: his escape from the Life Foundation’s Vault had led to the death of their family members. Tragedy and a thirst for vengeance had been their unifying theme, their singular call… but they’d failed to capture and hold him long enough to deliver the sentence they so dearly wanted to visit upon him.
That he was no longer Venom now probably wouldn’t matter much to them if they were still united in that purpose. Eddie Brock’s alter-ego wasn’t well-known (thankfully for his career) but the Jury knew of it. When he’d fled to San Francisco, he’d given them reason to think he was dead, and he’d done his level best to keep things quiet – until the Mister Negative incident, and his transformation into something very different. It was something of a minor miracle they hadn’t tried to come after him upon his return to New York and his attempt to resume some semblance of a normal life… though it wasn’t unreasonable to think Kara might be throwing him a little cover.
But who was the fleeing captive, and what did they want with him?
Two Jurists – Ramshot and Screech – were already between him and the captive. Judging by the smell trailing behind the green-skinned stranger, Anti-Venom figured he was probably a Morlock. It was a little too easy to forget about New York’s sewer-swelling mutant population, driven underground because their appearances were too grotesque for society to tolerate. Anti-Venom knew better than most what that sort of living was like… in two words, unduly harsh. This man certainly didn’t need people like these making it any harder.
Ramshot’s jet-boots were carrying him ever closer to their original target, while Screech had already turned to engage Anti-Venom. An earsplitting sonic scream erupted from speakers mounted on the Jurist’s helmet and armor, focused into narrow channels for maximum effect against a Klyntar symbiote.
Anti-Venom snarled through the wash of noise, raised an enlarged fist, and swept it into Screech with virtually no regard for his attack. The blasts would have shattered Venom, but against Anti-Venom, they were little more than a nuisance. His strike tossed Screech into a nearby lamppost, which snapped off entirely from the force of the impact.
Civilians were actively fleeing the area now, and with good cause. Amidst the warble of shrieking and the rumbling of fleeing feet, he could make out the Jury members re-orienting their efforts around him rather than their first target. In that moment, he knew he had only seconds to act. By attempting to help, he’d drawn their eye, and if he didn’t help their target get away within the next few moments, they’d both be under attack.
He threw himself down the street and hurtled into Ramshot, whose jet-powered boots were just about to carry him to the fleeing frog-man, despite the poor captive’s best (and impressive) efforts to run. Anti-Venom grabbed hold of Ramshot with both hands, his black fangs smiling wide for the Jurist.
“Hi.”
He swung his weight around to disrupt Ramshot’s center of gravity and threw out a spread of tentacles to catch about a traffic light. The Jurist’s flight was thrown horribly by the shifting dynamics and the grip Anti-Venom’s tendrils had on Ramshot’s ankle was such that when the jets pulled him taut, the sound of his foot disjointing was audible. The Jurist belted out a scream of pain and collapsed to the ground beneath Anti-Venom, who quickly jumped to his feet and leapt after the Morlock; he cast forth another tendril to catch about the frog-man’s waist and pull him up into the air.
The Morlock screamed – and after all, why wouldn’t he? – as Anti-Venom caught him in midair and swung hard and fast through the district. By peeling away three of the five Jurists, he had a wide swath of escape routes to the east… if only the Morlock would stop struggling.
“Calm down,” he snarled. “I’m here to help.”
The Morlock whimpered. “You’re… you’re not with them?”
Anti-Venom glared red at his passenger. “Do I look like I’m with them?” he returned. “Hang tight, I’m getting you out of here. What do they want with you?”
“They’re the Jury!” the Morlock cried, as if that offered explanation.
“I know who they are,” Anti-Venom snapped, careening hard around a corner. “Why are they after you?”
“They’ve been trying to round us up out of the sewers! They came into our territory claiming they had jurisdiction and were charging us with vagrancy! Got these collars on a bunch of us before we even knew what was happening! The others managed to help me get out but they’re still trapped – they need help! I thought if I got to the surface…!”
“That you’d find an X-Man or an Avenger and they’d help you out,” Anti-Venom finished. He rolled his eyes behind his living mask. “So sorry you’re stuck with me, then. Hold on…”
Spiked tentacles erupted from his back as he continued to swing fast and hard to elude their pursuit; the tendrils set about the task of tearing into the hand-sheaths and the collar. The Jury’s technology had clearly lost none of its potency – no more than they themselves had lost business dealings with anti-meta corporations, he mused. Even against the strength of his reversed symbiote the shackles were a considerable challenge to break, and it was in no way helpful when the Morlock bucked and squirmed in his hold while he sent tentacles to snap the collar without also snapping the poor victim’s neck.
A crimson energy blast sizzled past them both, causing the Morlock to shriek and Anti-Venom to momentarily glance back. Firearm had caught up with them – he was astride a hover bike and he was already releasing a flurry of variable ammunition at them. Missed shots were peppering buildings and windows.
“Not inside the city!” Anti-Venom roared in irritation. Goddamn it, they had the nerve to complain about vigilante property destruction but the moment they themselves did it…
He shot one more look to his passenger. “All right, listen, what’s your name?”
“A-Arthur,” the timid mutant stammered.
“Arthur, I’m gonna to need to drop you off, and then I need you to get below, fast as you can. I’ll deal with the Jury, if they’re up here they aren’t down there. Get to Stark Tower. Help is there.”
“S-Stark Tower?” The frog-man’s eyes bugged out even further than their natural disposition. “You mean where Supergirl lives?”
“Right. Where Supergirl lives.” He felt himself wincing – this guy was in the middle of a traumatic episode, he wouldn’t even absorb more than the first five words he spoke in any given sentence. He probably only vaguely understood what was about to happen. “Listen, Arthur, this is important. Are you listening?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Good. Listen close. Tell Supergirl, ‘Eddie’s in trouble.’ Say it back to me.”
“Uhh… um, Eddie’s in trouble!” The Morlock frowned. “Who’s Eddie?”
Yep, traumatic episode. He wasn’t putting it together and Anti-Venom wasn’t about to do the math for him. “Never mind that. Just tell her that. Understand? Eddie’s in trouble. Got it?”
“Got it! Eddie’s in trouble!”
“Good. Here we go. Three-two-one!”
The rapid countdown wasn’t quite enough time for the poor Morlock to prepare to be dumped off, and the frog-like mutant shrieked as Anti-Venom released him to tumble in a heap in a wide alleyway. But the white symbiote-clad vigilante had, at least, deposited Arthur next to a sewer entrance – whose manhole cover he immediately tore from its sconce. Arthur was, thankfully, quick on the draw and leapt headfirst into the hole, proof positive that either he knew where he was going or he was truly desperate to escape his captors.
Hopefully both, Anti-Venom thought, as Firearm and Wysper, riding a hover board, arrived on scene to engage him. He swung the manhole cover about on a loose tentacle like a deranged yo-yo and was able to smash into Firearm’s bike engine, forcing him to dismount before the vehicle crashed in a fiery blaze.
A sustained laser beam erupted from one of Firearm’s weapons – Anti-Venom held up the manhole cover to deflect the energy blast but the lid soon became orange-hot and too much for him to handle. He snarled and slammed it down atop the open manhole before any of the Jury could think to descend into it.
If Screech was adequately named, Wysper was even more so – there was some trick of her technology that made it possible to suppress sound within the immediate area. Anti-Venom was abruptly disoriented without his sense of audition, and he was pummeled by a pair of energy blasts that drove him to his knees.
He whipped a scythe-like tentacle towards his attackers, but it appeared Firearm and Wysper both had achieved their stride, and they dodged the attack with apparent ease. Firearm brought his rifle up again, and this time what emerged wasn’t red – it was ice blue, and to Anti-Venom’s skin it felt like frozen fire trying to insinuate into his veins. The arm that caught the beam blackened almost instantly, and the armor of the reversed symbiote fell away, revealing Eddie’s all-too-human arm at half the length beneath it.
Damn it, they’d figured him out fast. Way too fast. Fire and sound didn’t hurt him anymore, but cold and silence…?
He brought his other arm up, expanding the ivory skin outward to create as broad a shield as he could muster. It would last all of two seconds against a weapon like that, but maybe it was two seconds he could use to conjure some other solution…
What happened in the seconds that followed seemed little more than a haze of pain and fury for him. Sentry arrived, with Ramshot and Screech approaching only moments thereafter, and suddenly the alley didn’t seem so wide anymore. Anti-Venom was thrown about from one Jurist to the next, one awful, disabling strike after another, bits and pieces of him falling away with every blow. If they’d been cops, SWAT, even military, they wouldn’t have been able to penetrate the symbiote skin – but the Jury had developed their weaponry very carefully, and a precision freeze ray aimed at Anti-Venom’s leg froze him in a block of ice from ankle to thigh, joining solidly to the ground beneath him.
Ramshot drove a hydraulic punch into the side of Anti-Venom’s head, knocking the white symbiote flesh away from nearly half his face – the pained scowl that followed was with one eye of glowing red and one of blue.
Sentry stepped forward and grabbed Anti-Venom about the neck with one hand. The glowing eyepieces of the Jurist’s helmet seemed to narrow at the vigilante… but if he spoke, it was consumed by Wysper’s noise suppression.
Anti-Venom stared at his attacker in defiance. Go ahead, he thought. Let’s see you make a difference. I already made mine.
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Day 2: Favorite Symbiote @symbruary
I gotta say, my favorite Symbiote is a mix. Sometimes it’s Venom, sometimes its Sleeper, and sometimes its Scream. But, really, I think what makes me think of a Symbiote as my ‘favorite’ is how they’re portrayed.
Symbiotes have had a bad rep since the 2000s, whereas before 99% of the time they were viewed as either evil because of their nature (needing hosts to survive, but being mostly uncaring towards their hosts, leading to the host dying. Venom was the exception to the rule, and his children were not) or because of who they were bonded to (Donna, Cletus). Once the 2000s hit, and I suspect this is mostly because of the 2003 The Hunger and Venom run, where Eddie is functionally the victim for no reason, and Venom literally overtakes his personality, I believe in the case of the Venom run. Writers took this notion of what we in the fandom call “muh evil Symbiote” syndrome and ran with it. Venom became a villain not only to Spider-Man, but also to Eddie Brock, who was once it’s love interest and partner. Anti-Venom and Agent Venom were created from this, and while I do love both (and consider Agent Venom/Space Knight/GoTG Venom my favorite Symbiote-host combo), they’re just... Not Venom.
What I mean is, they don’t have that feel that the late 80s and 90s Venom had. Venom was harsh in their judgement of whether someone was innocent or not, sure, but they also were fair and kind to those who deserved it.
Anti-Venom, being one-half Eddie and one-half non-sentient Symbiote, carries that same harsh judgement and compassion, yet he is misguided in his attempts and overall comes off as a prick. We can understand why, but it still doesn’t make much sense.
Agent Venom, being one-half Venom Symbiote and one-half war veteran and ex-bully Flash Thompson, is also harsh in judgement but doesn’t exactly hold that compassion, at least on Flash’s end. He does have moments of being softer, especially towards the end of Venom Volume 2 and during Space Knight, but overall he takes a “shoot first, ask questions later” mindset when it comes to fighting. This makes total sense for a soldier, knowing that if he doesn’t take the first shot he will in turn be shot instead (especially knowing how he lost his legs), but it doesn’t make sense for Venom.
When it comes to Venom Volume 3, it was a breath of fresh air. We get the Symbiote being vindicated, leaving Flash due to the government’s involvement and finding someone who ends up abusing it, showing the host is the one who influences the Symbiote, not the other way around. Then Eddie, having moved past his “fuck Symbiotes” phase, and having lost his technically-grandchild, Toxin, seeks out his old partner and they immediately reconnect. It’s a rocky return, sure, but Mike Costa brings back the genuine feel of the 90s Venom comics. They’re loud, proud, caring yet harsh, and most importantly, happy together. They show the side that’s been missing for a decade and a half, and this is what I love most about Venom. This was when Venom was my favorite, along with the 90s. And then... Well, we all know what happened next.
Sleeper was a natural progression for the series. Venom and Eddie were happy, content, and in a routine they were both doing well in. Throwing a wrench into the formula is a great idea, to stir up drama. And, well, a baby is a great way to stir up drama. How will Eddie deal with it? How will Venom? Will they seek help, or try to do it themselves? The set up was amazing, subtle, and until you’re told the twist you don’t fully comprehend why Eddie’s acting so strange. But when you do, oh it’s a big eureka moment. Sleeper’s birth was done perfectly, with both putting in the effort and protecting their new child. Sleeper themselves had very little time to be a child, but all the same they were an adorable little blob-son.
First Host furthers Sleeper’s character, giving him ambitions and a goal to work towards with his father. When Sleeper bonds with Eddie, one might be scared that this will take a turn for the worst, especially considering what’s happened to Symbiotes bonded to Eddie in the past. Yet, nothing bad happens. Eddie tries his best to be a good host, while also saving his partner. When Sleeper bonds to the Skrull (sorry, I forgot her name), he does gain a more soldier-esque mindset, but that isn’t such a bad thing. Sleeper singlehandedly saves his parent, and is shown to be strong enough to take over and fully lobotomize a hundreds of years old Kree.
He leaves for space, but we eventually find out he was a mercenary for a while. When Tel-Kar dies, he seems genuinely upset over it. Showing some remorse for having gotten him killed tells us he may actually fall into some of the pitfalls Symbiotes tend to do, despite how unique and independent he is.
His wild protection for his family, especially during and after Absolute Carnage, is great to see. He goes out of his way to protect Dylan, and isn’t exactly the angriest when Dylan uses him to protect others. He takes the form of a cat to be non-threatening, and be able to slip past everyone and spy on him. Everyone assumes he’s just a house cat now, including the fact that he stops talking. Yet, when he’s needed, he’ll immediately stop his disguise and come to the rescue.
I love Sleeper, I love that he’s independent and doesn’t need a host if he doesn’t want one. I love that he’s smart and cunning, and will voice his opinions loud and clear. His spunk and strong-willed nature makes him a very fun and interesting character. He may even be my overall favorite, edging out Venom with his uniqueness, not even going into his chemokinesis.
On the other hand, Scream is only a recent favorite. She, along with the other Life Foundation Symbiotes, were mostly ignored both by writers and the general public. They were created by extracting eggs from Venom, and forcefully growing them into adulthood pre-maturely. They were then forced to bond with several security guards who worked for the Life Foundation. While Eddie did try to be a father to them (read: Eddie standing completely naked with his arms outstretched going “COME TO ME, MY CHILDREN!” only to be knocked out by all 5), he could never truly come to see them as his own. Venom didn’t seem to care for them, probably not seeing them as their own children (and back then they didn’t care about their children, anyway).
When Donna, the Foundation member who was bonded to Scream, was murdered, that was the end for Scream. She was buried with her. No-one expected her to ever come back. That was, of course, until Absolute Carnage. Scream came back, albeit under Carnage’s control, and found herself bonding to Patricia, who once had the Mania Symbiote. Scream came to her senses, and tried her best to protect her new host, her second chance. Until Carnage killed her, and threatened to kill the only other person to show her compassion, Andrea Benton. Seeing this as another chance, however slim, she took it and bonded to Andi. Andi managed to break free, escape, and survive Absolute Carnage, however she was now alone except for her Symbiote. She fell into a depression, to the point that she tried to commit suicide (that Scream stopped her from, saying she was there for her).
Andi and Scream slowly grow closer, until they’re actually good partners. Andi clings to Scream as her only company left, and Scream clings to Andi as her new start, a chance to be a real hero now. Though Scream was not originally sentient, she grew to have her own personality, a cobbled mess of Patricia and Donna and Andi’s wants and passions, but very scared of losing her partner because of how her last two bonds went. So, when she’s threatened with Andi’s death, she takes it very seriously. Though right now we’re left on a cliffhanger, I can’t wait to see how Scream saves Andi (or, alternatively, how Andi uses the Hellmark to save Scream).
Scream is a special case. She was originally a Symbiote I was indifferent towards, not really caring much about her or her host. However, when I heard of Patricia returning, I was very excited to see it. When she bonded to Andi, I was a bit apprehensive, but now I can honestly say I absolutely love Scream and Andi’s dynamic. I can’t say she’s my favorite overall, but she’s one of my top three.
I can’t choose a favorite, I feel like it’d be hard to decide for sure who I like most. It’d be like choosing a favorite child. However, I can say for sure that I like a certain type of Symbiote. I like Symbiotes that are emotive, expressive, open and honest, and actually have a voice and feelings, fears and passions. Symbiotes that aren’t just a plot device or tied entirely to their host. Symbiotes that are a little unique in the best way.
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Monsters in America: The Bloodsucking Assholes
Lest we forget about the real monsters America.
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The Magic Mega Mall Indoor Flea Market was neither magical nor a mall (at least not a mall in the traditional sense). For that matter, it wasn’t much of a flea market either, not since the pandemic had shut down all retail (and quasi-retail) operations in the city of Greenville.
It was, however, certainly mega, especially in respect to typical flea markets. Indoors or otherwise.
The shutdown––currently entering its seventh week––had proven devastating to the tenants of the flea market. Stalls were closed, merchandise either locked up or carted back to the owner’s residence, aisles empty and dark. Beneath the abandoned flea market, in a basement originally reserved for storage and other illicit activities one typically finds in third-rate retail establishments, three remaining tenants were facing struggles of a different kind.
At one end of the basement was a makeshift living room filled with second-hand furniture and a third-hand area rug.
A woman lay splayed across the threadbare couch, her arm dangled over the edge with a robust sense of lethargy. Her usual plump and rosy complexion was pale and thin. A flowing crimson top seemed not to care about the absent flowing air as it billowed around her.
“Uuuuuunnnnnggg …” she moaned. “I hunger!”
A figure popped his head out of one of the fenced-off storage units that lined one side of the basement. He clutched a fluffy orange tabby and offered it in the woman’s direction. “Cat?”
The cat hissed and swiped at him. He flinched, tossing the uncooperative feline back into the storage unit.
“I’m allergic,” the woman grumbled. “One sip and I’ll have the drizzly shits for weeks.”
With a lurch, the poorly-stitched-together-person closed the storage unit before sitting down next to the woman. He was much paler than the woman, black circles around his eyes where the flesh had simply abandoned all semblance of biological function. Across his forehead, haphazard staples held together two loose flaps of flesh. He wore a dark red dress shirt, black pants, and a matching black buttoned dress vest for extra support keeping his torso together.
“I know what you mean,” he said, his vocal cords raspy from death but still youthful in a decrepit sort of fashion. “The last time I had a bag of Brain-O tacos from Los Muertos Hermanos, I was shitting up a storm for three days.”
He casually leaned back and threw his arms around the back of the couch. “I didn’t even know zombies could do that,” he said in bemused wonder.
She rolled her eyes. “Pick up your arms, Zaphod.”
Zaphod Zombie sighed and got up to collect his dismembered appendages from the floor behind the couch.
The woman flailed with histrionic anguish. “I haven’t been this hungry in a thousand years.”
Another voice, this one so guttural it sounded like it came from someone eaten by a Sasquatch: “Don’t be dramatic. You’re barely even a hundred.”
Zaphod sat back down as the woman pushed herself to an anguished sitting position, elbows on knees, head cradled in hands. She said to the hulking figure sitting across from the couch: “You know, you’re a stout, virile young man. We could have just a little nip––”
Large, intelligent brown eyes glanced over the frames of a pair of comically-undersized reading glasses. “For the last time, you can’t drink my blood.”
“––just a tiny sip––”
“V'Dara!”
She collapsed back into the couch. “Admit it, you want me to perish!”
Across from the couch, a hirsute finger the relative thickness of a rolled-up magazine picked at the edge of a local newspaper before turning the page. After a moment, the finger was licked and it picked again at the edge of the paper. An equally hirsute finger on the other hand nudged at that pair of comically-undersized reading glasses resting on the flat nose of Lincoln Squatch.
“No one wants you to perish––”
“Then help me eat now, you beautiful bastard,” V'Dara replied. She held a thumb and an index finger a small ways apart. “Just a little sip?”
Zaphod snatched his digits back from V'Dara. “C'mon!”
Lincoln sighed. It had been a few years since he had struck a deal with the mall’s manager––Lincoln worked night security at the mall in exchange for basement accommodations. Lincoln understood all too well the importance of a responsible, symbiotic relationship with the humans. He sympathized with his vampiric friend but he also knew that the dead don’t die––she could stand to be a little hungry until the situation was more tenable.
Lincoln looked back down at the headline in the newspaper. He shook his head gravely and tried to change the subject. “Says here the unemployment rate is worse than it was during the Great Depression.”
V'Dara’s head rocked gently in absent thought. “I remember the Great Depression,” she mused. “Wasn’t nearly as hungry.”
Zaphod looked up from screwing his fingers back in place. He was flabbergasted by Lincoln. “Since when do you care so much about how the meatbags manage this crisis? Last I checked, they’re the ones who hate us. Pretty sure that’s why we live in a basement, Link.”
V'Dara stared wistfully into the distance. “… meatbags. Bags. Full of blood. Blood bags …”
Lincoln took his readers off, folded them carefully and set them on the side table. “Where the ‘meatbags’ go, the monsters follow.”
V'Dara sneered. “I hate that word. Monsters,” she gagged.
Zaphod pointed at V'Dara. “Exactly. That’s what I’m talking about. We’re not the ones hoarding money, denying healthcare, or conducting ourselves in an irresponsible manner during a pandemic!” Zaphod’s righteous outrage was almost inspiring. “I mean, look around! I see a vampire, a zombie, and a Sasquatch the size of a Volkswagen Beetle––”
Lincoln frowned as he glanced down at his belly covered in dense, dark fur. It wasn’t that big.
“––if you ask me, we’re the original social distancers right here!”
V'Dara let out a forlorn sigh. “I want to invade someone’s social distance … with my teeth.” She bared a pair of extra-pointy canines and let out a weak, deflated hiss.
Lincoln shot Zaphod a sideways glance. “I’m pretty sure zombies aren’t hailed for their social distancing.”
“That is a stereotype and I’m offended,” Zaphod shot back without missing a beat. Softly, he added: “I don’t even like people. That’s the whole point of the kitten trade-in shop.”
Lincoln rubbed his brow. “Fine. Yes, you’re right. You’ve developed a respectable, self-contained food supply. And I’m perfectly content with my weekly forage in the woods.” Lincoln addressed the vampire in the room. “V'Dara hasn’t been so lucky. Where the 'meatbags’ go, our kind will follow,” he repeated. “The lockdown sent everyone home but V'Dara still needs to be invited inside. A rush to re-open will flood the system––yes, V'Dara will be able to eat in the short-term, but if things go downhill again for the humans, it’ll put V'Dara right back into the same situation.”
V'Dara stewed in hunger and frustration. “… the unemployment rate is worse than during the Great Depression?”
Lincoln picked up his reading glasses. “And the financial markets responded with record gains.”
“And they say I’m the bloodsucking asshole.”
Lincoln shook the newspaper back open. “Where the meatbags go, our kind will follow.”
Zaphod stewed for a moment offered V'Dara a downward, apologetic glance. “… sorry.”
V'Dara shrugged a weak shoulder. “Screw it. Let’s order out.”
Zaphod perked up. “Oooh, Brain-O tacos?”
“I don’t care. Get whatever you want,” V'Dara said, handing Zaphod her phone to place an order. “I’ll have the driver.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Even more depressing news about Carnage. I’ve spotted posters on reddit trying to claim that Cletus always WAS Carnage. That Carnage is his whole identity. I guess I missed the part where he had a whole previous life as NOT Carnage before Red was born. Silly me, I guess I deserve it for being a fake comic book fan 😤
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This is so stupid. I know what they’re trying to do.
I think some comics readers really can't accept the sole idea to appreciate a white man villain who is a pathetic human being.
That's why a lot of dudebros now are appreciating Cletus in this current run, because they got rid of his humanity, of his weakness, of his patheticness and now they can appreciate him.There is no sad abusive past, there is no victim, just a predator. A dark messiah.
Ah Yes, we all missed that part, the whole part when he was the famous serial killer “Carnage”. Silly of us X°°D They’re so wrong but well...
Unfortunately, it seems like Cates really thinks Cletus is Carnage, I mean, he killed Red without thinking twice and he gave him his OC symbiote so... people are feeling entitled to say these things ignoring years of comics.
I don’t know why they’re so blindly devoted to Cates and why they’re spreading this nonsense. At least we know the truth XDAll this will ends in October with Absolute Carnage Grendel, anyway (I hope)
Stay strong!
We rule! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
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