Angry Too
Angry too
Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader
Words: 6,200
Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side.
Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! --Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- Equis somos de la chaviza See ya Darlings!
<Chapter 2 / Chapter 4>
Every day that passed was one of learning, full of adrenaline and anxiety, the risk of being discovered and probably murdered in front of an audience to demonstrate the power that those still had increased. But it was something willing to risk.
At the moment the night subtly suffocated the sky that struggled to remain bright now weak, next to the semi-open closet there were hairs that the dim light itself reached while avoiding at all costs touch even a millimeter of their face. Fingers were rubbed repetitively and slowly without much pressure, eyes focused on everything but without detailing anything around, more busy with the internal conversation with the other being inside the room. From one moment to another one of their hands touched the floor to lean on it and leave the room with a quiet step, closing the door completely all light was deprived of the room, now the rhythmic sound of the footsteps was an indication of any activity that, like the sunset, was succumbing until it was completely shut down. But that paper would continue waiting for their return and at the same time lurking in the shadows.
The fury remained among the streets but always alert whenever someone seemed untrustworthy. Others, willing to help for what they were promised. Meanwhile, the unusual heat caused poor drops of sweat to accumulate and descend from his face to his neck. Since one of his hands sweat was impregnated in the paper that he observed carefully as if doing so would give him the answers to the questions that arrived in his mind.
He knew that the symbiote was free, that it hunted (or what his experiences gave him knowledge) policemen. But why make this public information? It was not a good idea to make them look as if they had no control of the situation but knowing that very rarely did anything escape from their dirty hands, they had a reason. He took another look before folding the paper and storing it in one of his pockets to walk again on the wide streets that watered with the ink of the night dazzled clusters of brightness in indistinct places while formulating some plan to know what he should do in any of two possible cases.
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A new day was dawning and it might have seemed like a typical situation that one would find authorities almost at every corner but now… they were almost every inch, breathing down each other's necks. (__) saw this and decided to keep a low profile until conditions allowed something to be done, they would not make the same mistake twice. They would not let themselfs be carried away by their emotions and even less by Venom's impulses, as they passed several of these policemen, they heard --Look at all that meat, marinated in liters of blood-- they walked by another one --Waiting for my teeth-- it was the only thing they could do, listen to Venom for the moment.
Minutes later and already inside the subway, the being continued with its chatter but this was not enough to change (__)'s serious countenance although inside there were mixed emotions that Venom ignored. When they arrived at the station they wasted no time, as soon as the doors opened they left the wagon in a hurry, evading other passersby, their clothes suffocated strangely every time they wiggled climbing up the stairs one by one. Almost like a bomb against time and inexperienced hands close to cutting a wire with the possibility of not being the right one, they kept up the pace of the walk now without a glance at every policeman they passed.
As they walked further they could finally make out the school which made them calm down a bit, slowing the pace and gaving a sigh that they had been holding for a while but was not aware of, being completely inside they tried to act normal and keep up the act.
No matter how much one saw their face, one could not imagine what was going on inside their head, where Venom was going on with its rant even if it knew that (__) was not paying special attention to it and was ignoring it to take notes of the class they were in at the moment.
The professor's voice accompanied the pens against the paper and other occasional noises, the pressure of their fingers against the body of the pen helping to distract their mind from the extraneous words flooding them as did the wiggling of their leg. The letters wrote themselves, without awareness of them or their meaning when joined with others; an automatic transcription and so it was with the other subjects, they would not worry about that now, they would have time to review and study. The important thing was to get rid of the nervousness that still accompanied.
In the last hour that remained of classes their walk was slow, their friends had already gone ahead at their own suggestion, the corridors were emptying little by little, all the students entering their respective classrooms. But before they could take another step their body changed direction thanks to Venom's control which was moving erratically but with much more speed than (__) had done, "What do you think you're doing?" they wrinkled their nose as consequence of their eyebrows trying to come together, more out of curiosity than irritation --You're so tense-- now irritation predominated "Oh Really? I wonder why" referring to the forced control Venom was exerting --Let's go for a walk-- with force they made their legs stop "No, of course not, let's go to class, end of discussion" it was quite a bizarre sight how the body moved so spontaneously without apparent explanation if anyone could get through.
--I'm sick of all that information of no obvious use to your own little head-- continuing with the struggle a hand clung to one of the corners of a classroom, "What would you know?, you've only been in a few classe-" with more force they tried to let go of the wall, --Exactly, I don't need more shit-- the muscles contracted to the point that they could hardly feel them, after several seconds for it to stop they accepted in defeat.
Once outside of the building, they rested on one of the many roofs, their feet dangled and swayed unhurriedly. The sea of constructions gave the impression of being able to walk on them without any problem and before their immensity they gave tranquility, a momentary escape to the internal and external problems. "It's not what I expected", "We're outside, that's what you wanted" they leaned their shoulders on the same surface where they sat and turned a little to see the buildings behind, "But this is so… depressive" (__) arched an eyebrow, it was strange that Venom used that word, "Why is it depressive? do you even know what it means?" the last thing said to annoy it, but when they didn't get an answer they immediately turned their eyes to the same place before, where Venom hadn't moved.
"Venom?" its white eyes or what could be thought of as eyes, just like the killer whales, seemed to be fixed on theirs until its voice continued, "Do you remember what we talked about?" they recomposed their posture and seriously asked what exactly it meant, it was rare the occasion when they could see or feel the symbiote like that "About telling us things. When you went to see your little boyfriend" (__) rolled their eyes, it was sure that at any moment they would be stranded thanks to the various times they have done this but they wouldn't give up in making the atmosphere more pleasant "I think you tried to say your boyfriend dude, you can't go a day without mentioning him".
This annoyed Venom who protested and even more when it saw (__) with a smile "Admit it, you drool over him, you're just jealous that he doesn't feel the same for you" without any further warning Venom went out propelling the body of (__) who let out a scream at the sudden movement, now their were hanging thanks to Venom's grip on the building where they were, "Will you let me talk?" it was possible to see the body of the buildings and therefore everything that was happening in the surrounding streets, their limbs hanging as simple ropes, immediately nodded and confirmed verbally.
When they could feel the concrete again they hurried away from the shore, they placed a hand on their chest to relax the nausea "Sometimes I forget that you are an idiot" before they could say anything else a tentacle covered their mouth "Shhhh, you said you would listen, now shut up" they didn't squeak so as not to repeat what had just happened.
"We agreed to get to know each other but we have shared such superficial things that won't help us to really get along better" still, with its head out it rotated its companion's with a big smile "So I'll tell you more about me" with a tug it sat them down and started the story where it thought convenient "His name was Eddie, my first person and the only one for so long… I remember him as if it was yesterday" its face gave the notion of true melancholy, it was a somewhat absurd moment to some extent but they didn't interrupt.
"He was my guest for two years, he was stubborn, impulsive and even a jerk, stupid, idiot, an asshole just like you" Venom approached them "But he was also someone who knew what he was doing, why and for whom…" so the minutes passed that felt like hours as they listened about the man or boy and the relationship they had, how it ended up in the hands of the government and how it managed to escape.
"I needed another host, I wasn't going to survive without one so I scoured the streets, I found the guitarist and thought he was the best candidate but immediately knew better when he played those horrors" it shook its head, (__) had been intrigued by everything it was telling them, trying to imagine every little thing they heard but when it mentioned Hobie they stopped any thought "Wait a minute, were you going to have a relationship with Hobie?" it automatically corrected "Considered, told you, but not with his sounds", "Music" now they corrected the other "Whatever. I couldn't go another day without someone, I needed food, it wasn't long before I found another option" under Venom's control the arm moved and one of the fingers extended in the direction of the teenager "You".
"I didn't waste any more time and in less than a day I formed the connection" they lowered their hand slowly with the help of the other one, "You make it sound like i was your last option" at the affirmation that they really were, they gave Venom a small smack, they moved their head and gently pinched their lips, "That solves my doubt as to how you knew his full name, I was beginning to believe that you really liked him all to yourself" with threatening intent it moved too close to their face, "What did you say?" they distanced it with the palm saying "Nothing," a small smile appeared on both of their faces, "So you're really attracted to the boy?" Venom counterattacked emphasizing what (__) had said, they stood up and walked to the shore, in the same spot where they had been and rested their arms "Whatever you say, dummy" they knew that Venom went back to shelter inside their body when they could no longer hear it next to themself, all the sounds of the city were barely reaching their ears.
--Your turn-- (__) grimaced and shrugged their shoulders "What do you want me to say? I have nothing" they looked down to see the backpack still on the ground lifelessly --Then I'll ask you something-- they kicked the backpack making it adjust to the force applied to it but it still occupied the same space, "Why are you doing this and for whom?".
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The week went by without too many complications besides the ones you already had over yourself; mutual hunting, school, being a teenager with a crisis thanks to a simple question from the symbiote you live with. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with some effort.
The small calendar inside one of the now open notebooks points out today's date, along with a note and a time that you remember very well only that there are still a few hours left, the radio is a momentary distraction to the impatience for that time to arrive as well as doing homework, every so often you check the clock; you finish a paragraph, you check the clock; you finish the homework of a subject, you check the clock. And so it went until finally the clock struck the right time and the pen you were using immediately left your hand. You didn't want to be late.
To your surprise you spotted him as soon as your sight met the park, a few steps and he turned so that your eyes connected. You both smiled and raised your hand to greet each other, a 'Hey' was all it took for you to walk around.
"You know, I was beginning to wonder if I should have been more specific about which park I was referring to" you said it while looking for something in your pocket "Well… it's the park where we formally met, I do not think I'm that clueless" your hands took refuge inside your own pockets as you felt good, in this interaction it was clearer the ease with each other, even if the previous ones were very short it was still enough to feel comfortable and more when having scenes in common.
With your head facing the ground, you could see how your feet were moving but you amended this by having an object in front of you, it was hanging from Hobie's hand and you took it with delicacy "I guess it's for me", "You guess right" he released the object, another pin that from meters you could notice was made manually grabbed by a thread, you placed it in the waistband of your pants "You shouldn't have" it sounded dry according to your perception and you added "I mean; thanks, you wouldn't have bothered".
Hobie stopped and his body looked at yours "Not at all, I like to do this kind of stuff", you stopped as well but kept walking until you bumped into a bench where you both sat down, you sighed and crossed one leg "But seriously, thanks", "Don't mention it", he fiddled with his own pins, but he was concentrating on the surroundings and with special care to all the policemen near you.
He leaned against the backrest and imitated the action of crossing his leg, you inhaled and decided to start another conversation "Soooo where do you go to school?" when you heard that he didn't attend any high school you felt embarrassed for asking the question but before you could correct yourself he assured you that it was fine, clarifying that he was studying on his own anyway and remarking the importance of getting an education. "Tell that to a friend of mine" you tried to get Venom to talk to you since it had been very quiet since you left the house until it heard this last thing, --Friend?-- the young man clicked his tongue with a chuckle and you caught yourself smiling more, "Really, if you saw how he always complains with me" Hobie tilted his head, "Really?" he arched an eyebrow when he saw you nodding.
"Yes" you moistened your lips with your tongue as your fingers lifted and lowered in sequence "He's an idiot", --But your friend-- as you heard more from Venom you decided to try your luck "A big idiot if you ask me" as a part of you expected it your hand moved to hit your temple quite furiously from Venom "Ouch" you rubbed yourself with the same hand but almost without actually touching yourself "Are you okay?" you heard Hobie coming towards you "Yeah, yeah, I felt a bug but I hit more than I should have" Hobie pulled himself together now hitting his thighs almost like a drum set "Of course" in your periphery, you saw what he was doing but he also caught sight of the cops, you had to be alert with them near the two of you.
"Maybe it was karma from my friend", --You said it again!--, "So that's how you usually talk about him?" without looking away you nodded "We get along like that, don't worry, it's not like he says any better about me" you looked at him and stopped wiggling to pay attention to him "What about you?" he tilted his head and leaned his elbow on the backrest "About what?" you turned your eyes and pointed at him momentarily "Is there a friend you get along with similarly?" he looked up to think about the answer.
"Yeah" he finally answered to tell you about his friends with the small difference of not mentioning anything that could sound strange; related to his alter ego. While you were trying to push in your head the repetition of the word 'friend' that since you mentioned it for the second time Venom seemed like a broken record.
Two hours had passed and your conversations varied from time to time, the sun was still present with no plans to leave soon just like the people who were having fun or strolling in the park either by themselves or accompanied.
In the middle of the conversation you both changed the focus of your attention when one of the many policemen that were inside the place started to approach you, minutes before these authorities were approaching the civilians with the excuse of asking them some questions and you knew it thanks to the fact that one of them had said it to a couple close to you but you couldn't hear too much. The only thing you managed to hear was about knowing something about strange happenings lately or if they had knowledge/information about things that were concerning the police.
With his hands in his pockets Hobie suggested getting out of there, it was obvious his demeanor changed knowing that one of them would be near you and him. The both of you peeled off the bench and headed for the entrance that doubles as an exit with deaf ears to the officer's calls, your hurried steps were no impediment for him to catch up with you and with arrogance grab the the boy's shoulder, who felt the urge to hit him as soon as he felt his hand.
When he looked at the officer, his body language was similar to Brown's. But yours? it was not at all like theirs, it was more nervous about what might happen and more thinking that the symbiote couldn't contain itself too much if there was an altercation in which it felt its presence was necessary. Of course, you had already had a discussion about it, in fact, more than one. But you had to trust, it wouldn't work if you hesitated so all you could do was look neutral and hope for the best… or be ready for the worst in any case.
Neither of you spoke as the man did so first, with a contemptuous look he looked at you up and down "I'm going to ask you a few questions" he took out a French-sized notebook with a pen ready to write down. "We were just leaving" you swore Hobie's teeth gnashed at that instant, the tension couldn't even have been cut with a knife but with a diamond because of how heavy it felt, the man frowned and his voice quickly changed tone "I'm not asking you, boy" his eyes were focused on him until they moved to you, with a macabre smile he turned to Hobie "You're one of those punks, aren't you?" With a wave of his hand pointing to his clothes he raised his jaw, "Why don't we make this easy, hmm? Before I decide not to be so condescending".
Your own jaw was uncomfortable due to the pressure you exerted by the anger of his sense of superiority, leaving aside the anxious attitude you had not long before, Venom spoke to you --What an asshole, if he knew he is signing his death sentence--.
With a bold decision he approached Hobie who, being taller than the officer, didn't let himself be intimidated, centimeters separated them from the other who didn't step back "After all you don't have your little friends to help you nor that idiot Spider-punk" this ignited a flame inside Hobie; it was never to his liking to hear the 'punk' instead of the 'man'. He closed the space between the two "Repeat that" he whispered more to himself than to the other, without taking his eyes off the man smirked again "Have it your fucking way, you fucking punk".
When the man's hand clutched your wrist Hobie was ready to release the first hit knowing that other cops around you would come as so far they were just watching, but it was a surprise to them and even to you when the blow was released by you on his cheek, with your eyes wide open you felt ready to disappear off the face of the earth as you couldn't do anything with other people being witnesses and even if you threw everything away or if you decided to fight without Venom it was never with an excess number of 2 cops at a time.
Adding the supposed 'thinking and doing better'. The officer's face was disfigured as he showed his own Venom; from living with the original and learning its expressions within what it can do, you knew he was furious, thirsty to hurt. You didn't need to be aware for you and Hobie to run instantly.
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The two teenagers ran away as fast as they could, a group of officers at their heels, running in lockstep, occasionally one would grab the other to turn or change direction to keep going together. The lights on the poles crawled and then disappeared in their vision to let the next one help them get their bearings, their breaths were shaky, arrhythmic and limited.
They could have continued in such a way if it were not for the fact that when they turned a corner and continued running Hobie was warned by his spidey sense, a policeman appeared and intercepted them on the path they were about to take, he grabbed (__) to change direction again, only it was not as fast as they took a different route when they saw the policeman. Their paths separated, which in a way could be good to be able to act but it was quite risky, in the end, they decided to get out of that mess and meet again.
Entering an alleyway to take a breathe they leaned on their knees "That was a blow I didn't expect from you (__)... not so much but you get it" Venom finally came out to see (__) who exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from their forehead "What was I thinking?" they resumed their initial position and rubbed his eyes "Now it's the second officer I hit" it wasn't with pride but with disbelief as they remembered the first time they had hit a cop; the cause was the same but with what recourse was different. A few breaths later they were back to normal but remained in the same place. Where would Hobie be?, should they help him?, look for him?, most likely he was fine, he was Spider-man but otherwise, they doubted.
Would it be better if they went home?, they wondered, no, they had to make sure he was all right. They fled together, and they would return together.
A few footsteps alerted the teen who at first was not sure who it was but when they heard the characteristic distorted voice threatening them, they looked for something on the floor. In the dim light of the alley, they could see a metal pipe, that would do. Unable to bend down to grab it Venom covered his face licking his teeth but was restrained by the hand of (__) who cautiously just squatted down and reached for the pipe, with the same speed they stood up and grabbed the object tightly.
The man did not waste any more time and hurried to jump into the alley, at the same time, the tube crashed against the wall and created the right frequencies to affect him and (__) who felt the vibrations and their nerves contracted, as if they were being burned one by one. With effort they gave another blow ignoring the moans of the other symbiote, it was then that they started to run without letting go of the metal and with an immense but passing pain. They knew that the policeman would also recover and go after them.
Street after street passed with their senses everywhere --That was very rude of you to me, your friend-- the wind dried their sweat that emanated without ceasing, feet throbbed along with their heart "I'll make it up to you later" they said in a hurry, almost passing another street a shadow was present so they tightened the tube, lifted it and prepared themself. As they almost whipped the person, he grabbed the pipe and tried to take it away but they both realized who the other one was "Hobie" they relaxed when they saw Brown who sighed and turned in all directions "Let's get out of here".
They were guided by Hobie who without mentioning anything moved between the streets along with them skillfully, both Venom and the teen were in doubt as to where they were going but it was (__) who could ask and Venom was telling them to do so.
But this wasn't necessary as they stopped for a moment "Careful" he whispered as he gently grabbed their hand and helped them onto the boat that lay on the pier, as they stepped fully inside they felt the hand that was once spliced with their own move away, they couldn't tell where thanks to the darkness that dominated but it didn't last long. The oil lamp lit the space and their eyes ventured into the new information, it was a bit of chaos at first, things here and things there. Posters on top of each other, books strewn across the bed and the couch unpicked from the ends.
Hobie stretched out his arms and turned in on himself "Welcome to your home" he prepared to walk and lay down on the couch, the other who stood immobile at one end of the walls and raised their eyebrows "Home?… This your home?" with even more curiosity and with some embarrassment they checked every nook and cranny again. The boy nodded proudly and took off his vest to leave it right next to the armchair, the pins rang one by one "Exactly, make yourself comfortable, please, I insist" he put his hand to his chest to extend it as an invitation.
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For you it wasn't something that had ever crossed your mind since you met Hobie but to be honest nothing was happening the way you expected it to anymore. With your toes on the bottom bar of the chair you sat on you tried to relax. My goodness, you had become very nervous, could anyone blame you? Not at all, it was quite obvious that it was something that would happen and it would be weird if it wasn't the case.
"Here ya go" he handed you a glass of water which you thanked him for taking small sips, he shook his head with a snort, "You don't have t' thank me for everyting I do" he returned to the couch, scratched his jaw and stretched his arms along it "I'm sorry 'bout earlier" his tone changed which made you stop drinking water and look him in the eyes, "That wasn't your fault" he raised his arm and crossed his leg, "It was, I should have been more prudent when I was with you" when you heard it you raised your eyebrow and instead of crossing your leg you crossed your arms "I can defend myself Hobie" wow, corny, you bowed your head "If it wasn't like that you wouldn't have even known of my existence" even cornier you thought, he just smiled and turned his eyes "I'm sure I would have met you anyway".
Now it was your turn to raise your shoulders "We'll never know" you took another sip of water until you finished the glass, without knowing where to put it, you left it on top of a piece of furniture that had more books, you stretched your arms and legs "But seriously, don't worry, you can defend yourself too, can't you?" this was an attempt to improve the atmosphere, which worked well.
"I guess" he curled up, his head touching the back of the chair "You guess right" hearing you repeat the same thing he did, he let out a chuckle. The smell of the oil that fed the flame was barely noticeable next to the one that the books emanated, the light from it rested like petals falling from the top of a tree without the rigorous wind that hurries them to a destiny that is not theirs, it was comforting to sit on that bench that with marks of its past threatened to crumble but that only being an appearance really was resistant and calm danced with everything that was between the wooden walls.
But this was not enough for your thoughts to have the need to come to the surface. "Hobie?" you watched as he straightened up as a sign of his attention, you bit your tongue, you would be about to walk on ice but you needed to listen to someone "You… why do you help people?".
You noticed the confusion on his face, his lips responded "Help them? I think that's too big of a word for what I do" your hand gripped the edges of the bench and your body leaned toward him "... But what made you realize that you wanted to do something for them?" he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes thanks to how dilated they were, he stood up from the armchair and started to pick up some books to place them in a bookcase nearby "To know that they were like me" such a simple answer that seemed so obvious but that hid a lot in its own.
You thought about what he said until you saw the clock on his furniture and it gave you a sense of time "My mom is going to kill me" immediately you stopped sitting down. 8 o'clock, how had it gone by so fast, "I'll take you" he offered but you declined, you felt he had already done too much for him to want to do more "You want to go out on your own right after escaping from the pigs? You're crazy" he grabbed two coats, one for himself and one for you "Come on, the sooner the better".
The wagons were bustling as usual, people minding their own business. The row where you sat was almost empty except for one other person, station that arrived, the station where they got on and off, when you saw that there were three stations to go before yours, you decided that you would get off at the next one.
Leaving the station you walked a short distance, the streets were friendlier than they had been but you didn't let your guard down for anything that happened. At one point you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine "You have to be at home too" you couldn't ignore the difference in heights when he literally curved to be more at your level, he smiled sideways "Just don't get into any more trouble…. for now" he winked at you --Uuuuuuuuuu how gallant-- you inwardly bit your cheek for the interaction "I promise, for now" you raised your pinky which reciprocated as it intertwined with his, the realization hit you "Oh, I guess it's my turn to pick the place" you pretended to think scratching your chin "How about this very station?" you nodded your head --And when would it be?" You swayed with your feet "Well, it's most likely i'll sentenced to 1 month without going out, so I'd better give you a smoke signal when it's good weather".
You both looked silly with the smiles you were wearing, "All right, I'll keep an eye out for any heavenly messages" Hobie buttoned up his coat "See ya" he didn't finish the sentence as your hand met his cheekbone his eyes focused on it which you quickly removed "You had a bug" you laughed nervously and shook your arms "Bye Hobie", this didn't bother him one bit which made him smile bigger "Bye (__), may the wealthy not capitalize you" you said goodbye with a last wave of your hands before parting ways and going on separate ways.
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"Did I ever tell you that you're a fool and an idiot?" they kept their hands on the coat Hobie Brown lent them without stopping the pace --Yes, with the word friend in that sentence-- (__) snorted and shook their head "Is that all you cared about all day?" their arm moved again, their raised their thumb, moved the forefinger up and down --Yes, exactly, indeed. That's right (__) you have your mouth full of reason and your thoughts clear and decisive-- they made a grimace "Why do I want enemies with a friend like you, you'd see that putting my hand on his face…" they wanted to slap themself so Venom would feel it.
--Come on (__), he loved it, his goofy face said it all-- they couldn't help but laugh a little "Whatever you say, matchmaker". Their face that before reflected encouragement was now in the opposite state --What's wrong?-- they sighed and raised their hands to the height of the collarbone "It's unfair that I know practically everything about him but he knows nothing about me, you know" their legs changed direction to a little crowded street until they entered another alley --It's better not, if he found out he would want to tear me to pieces-- they sighed again, they moved their neck from one side to the other with their hand on it "I know it's not, we are not the same as them Venom".
Venom stuck its head out "But would he be willing to accept it after everything he's been through?" a tentacle came out of the side to touch the chest of (__) who was in doubt and silent for a few seconds, concentrating on the other's eyes "We'll have to hope so" its substance shot out at a nearby pole and its head disappeared "So while let's have a little fun" as it had happened the other time in when they encountered Hobie, Venom sent (__) flying into the air thanks to the tension it had applied, suppressing a scream as the air passed around them until things seemed to stop for an instant.
The specks of light and darkness at that height resembled an impressionist work, Big Ben another indistinct point among the others. It was a sight like no other but gravity did its thing and eventually, they began to descend, never in those moments they touch or were about to touch the ground as Venom carried them from one side to the other, the minuscule moans were replaced by laughter and smiles with excitement.
As they were about to open the door, looking for the keys, they whispered "That was great, thanks" they raised their head because of Venom "Don't even mention it" they found the keys and turned what was necessary to enter, when they opened the door they found their mother in the armchair in the living room "Mom" they smiled and approached her who was just standing with her arms crossed, hugging her head and planting a kiss on her cheek "I love you very much" without any reaction from her mother they apologized "We'll talk later (__), now just go to sleep" Without the courage to provoke another reaction, they did just that.
Once in the room and lying in bed, they whispered to each other --The good thing is that he didn't play his private concert-- it remarked, and thanks to this they remembered what Hobie had promised and smiled. "I would most likely have had to invent something absurd if it had been like that" they rested their arm on their forehead "Or maybe not, maybe the love you have for him would have been enough to break the spell so that you could hear him", --You would have been jealous-- it snorted "You would be jealous anyway", --Yeah--, "Yeah--, (__) closed their eyes "Fall asleep already", --You sleep-- Venom waited for some answer, after a while it spoke only for the last time of the day, --Rest well (__).--
"You too asshole".
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For a long time Casey had suggested going to your house or having you go to hers, but no matter how much you talked about it, there never seemed to be time or availability to plan it. In the physics class, the only one in which both were together, she returned to the subject, sitting next to you, taking advantage of the time you both had to solve some exercises.
"Hey, Y/N" she said on the air, without taking your eyes off the notebook you responded with a small sound to make it known that you were listening to her "When will I go to your house?" she said so sure that it was difficult for you not to arch your eyebrows.
"I did not know that you were invited" at this moment it was when you moved your eyes to Casey who with an unrepressed smile leaned to your direction. Grabbing a pencil, she made as if she had just been stabbed --what kind of betrayal did you just give me, oh my dearest Y/N? How could you?".
You removed the pencil and following her game you moved the pencil, seeing it delicately "What betrayal have I committed if the ignorance of my being denies me the right to greater knowledge than I, oh dear, beloved and gracefully lady Casey?".
"Okay, that was cheesy" she admitted and went back to her previous position "Yeah, that was cringe" you thought. "But I’m serious, since it seems like you going to mine is like asking for a miracle". For a few minutes, both of you focused on your work until she was done "So?", "What?" she turned her eyes with her limbs loose "About your house" without answering the question you stood up and went to the teacher to check that the exercises were well solved, seconds later you saw how your girlfriend did the same, already sitting and passing between the sheets of the notebook you thought for a while until you had her back at your side.
"How about Friday at 4:00? I will make sure the food is to your liking, your highness" you bowed over exaggerating a reverence, which Casey replied "I would expect no less from you" , "Can we know what the reason for your game is, ladies?" The teacher interrupted while he stopped to write, the others watching you but none spoke, without saying anything else the man turned his attention to the whiteboard and the students to their individual activities "At 4:00 then" whispered and you agreed, after that the class continued without anything else to mention.
Casey watched as much as she could from the living room, it was really pretty, very different from hers, there were many decorations but not too many to saturate the view or look bad and they matched very well with the color of the walls and furniture, as she moved her eyes she noticed the machine that was in the opposite corner of the door "What's that?".
Putting the things of both in place you asked what she meant, she pointed it and turning in the direction you saw towards the corner "Ah, it’s my sewing machine, well, not mine but I’m the one who uses it the most" she walks until she gets there and be in front of, examining it "it’s not like others I’ve seen" and with things in the right place you accompanied her while she kept looking at the machine --not since it’s industrial, do you want to use it?--The question was very sudden for Casey, who was slow to give you an answer but very excited "Of course" a smile formed on your lips because of her attitude.
Your mother called you to sit down and eat so that would have to wait, "What will we eat?", "Lasagna" on your way to the table after washing your hands you kept talking "I think it’s an excellent option" your mother was already sitting and handing out the dishes "the only option" you said "very well, it is better that we eat now" said your mother, you all had a piece of lasagna and another plate with salad and started eating talking about other things.
"And that’s how you thread it" you finished explaining the main thing, sitting in an individual chair and Casey in another "It’s hard to memorize" she admitted, she never really thought it would be complicated but she was wrong "At first but then it’s like walking; easy" settling in better you gave her a few papers with stripes "Since you had never used one it is better to start sewing on sheets" you turned on the machine and made sure that everything was in place "Go pressing the pedal slowly, I don’t want to have your dad here trying to find a finger all over the living room" with a funny and nervous smile she arranged the sheet by lifting the presser foot manually "you can do it with your knee" you reminded her and she did "don’t worry, I learn fast" she moved the knee making the knee brace do it equally and the presser foot rise up, and well placed as she retracted the knee and the presser foot lowered, with parallel hands began to lower the foot, at a certain height the machine began to work giving its stitches at a semi-fast speed, by reflex she stopped "Wow, you didn’t joke that is fast" you deadpanned for a moment but when you saw the line where she had sewn you almost laugh "what’s funny?" , "Nothing, nothing".
Changing the subject you concentrated on reminding her of the pressure with which the pedal should be lowered and the one to let 'the fabric' flow through the crab "Very well, I understand, but this is my first day" she stood up and stretched her arms "then there is no pie" her mouth and eyes opened, standing from the chair you heard "I didn’t know you were that kind of person" going into the kitchen and filling a glass with water you returned to where Casey was "Well, the contract says so" both sat at the same time "Damn those little letters" she sighed "I guess I won't be paid for long" you delicately placed your head on Casey's shoulder "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss" she put her head on yours, "That's very sweet of you".
"Well, let’s go on" you restored your posture, grabbed more leaves, and made various shapes meanwhile Casey finished up withthe straight lines. When finished, she gave them to you to do a 'quality check' , "they are quite good to be your first pages" leaving them aside you gave her the new ones with a small smile, "This is taking advantage" she take them by flipping through them "How am I supposed to make a spiral?--.
You raised your shoulders but you didn’t respond, she sighed again but heavier, with a movement of your arm against hers you asked "Do you want pie?", " Of course" she said without much trouble "Then end a spiral and you will have your pie", "You're evil" she connected your foreheads seeing eachother, "But you love me" you whispered as if it were a secret to everyone except you, "Yes, I love you" slowly she closed the space between you, joining your lips, enjoying the moment. But Casey who was still with a foot on the pedal pressed it and the machine started, getting you both scared, you cleared your throat "I should go for the pie" you stood back going to the kitchen to look for the food "Ok".
For several hours Casey continued practicing, from time to time you taking turns to teach her more visually, at 7:00 you said goodbye at the main entrance. "Thank you for everything" you spoke first, the somewhat cold weather that made little clouds when talking "it’s me who should thank you Y/N, the next one will be in my house" her eyes fixed on yours seemed so full of adoration that if you asked her to stop calling Casey she would do her best to fulfill your wish "Maybe I can teach you something" she continued "like what?" she stretched her arms and surrounded you with them and as before she leaned down until kissing you again, taking her time, your hands squeezing her arms and accepting it, until she pulled away "whatever you want".
MASTERLIST
HI! Thank you for taking the time to see my work, i hope you like it--- I'm not an English native speaker so I support on translators!--(WIP): Work In Progress (STP): Soon To Post
Angst🌠. Fluff🌸. Slice of life💫. Explicit🎀. Pre-canon🧵. In between canon 🎡. Post-canon🦚.
Last updated: 11/April/25
ARCANE:
Lavander petals (Vi x Fem! Reader) 🌠
Summary: Life took everything from you that tragic night. Years have passed and the ghosts of your past knock on your door unearthing intense feelings, could you forgive? Let go?
ATYPICAL:
A lot of pressure (Casey x Fem! Reader) 🌸
Summary: Casey goes to your house and she notices the unusual machine in your living room, so you teach her to use it. And maybe tease her a little.
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER:
Milkshake (Zuko & Sokka)💫
Summary: Sokka and Zuko meet again with the gaang in the Earth Kingdom, after enjoying themselfs, Sokka tells Zuko about a supposedly legendary milkshake so the duo sets out to look for said drink.
AVATAR-THE WAY OF WATER:
Never meant to be (Sully family & Sully! Fem! Reader) 🌠
Summary: It does not matter who's fault it is right now. You're gone, it won't be the same any more. In the way to your eternal rest, memories come out and fill the sad enviroment.
What makes us alive (Jake Sully & Sully! Neutral! Reader) (WIP) 🎡
Summary: After the occupation of the humans and having to leave their old home, the eldest does a few activities to lift the spirits of their clan.
Dancing Queen (Neytiri & Sully! Fem! Reader) 🌸
Summary: Neytiri was always de option of Y/N to practice her dances, after a long time without doing it she decides to return to the habit.
Hypnos, what are you doing?(Mom! Grace & Daughter! Kiri)
Summary: After a hard day, the night comes, and dreams take over, but peculiarly she is no longer on her planet but her mother's, together they discover the things that the planet had to offer.
Pajarito colibrí ( Sister!Neytiri & Sister!Sylwanin+Grace)🧵
Summary: Neytiri always admired her sister, she was strong, stoic in serious moments but also kind; a warm spirit. When Grace read a story Neytiri couldn't help but compare the title to Sylwanin.
Sand Castles(Sully kids & Tsireya+ Ao'nung & Sully! Neutral! Reader)💫
Summary: In the new clan, still getting used to the new environment, an opportunity for a common human practice in these types of places is turned into a competition.
DEMON SLAYER:
Promises (Sanemi & Male! Reader) 🌠
Summary: The relationship between (__) and Sanemi could hardly be called that. After the defeat of Muzan Sanemi will try to form a link with (__).
GRAVITY FALLS:
High Value (Stanford Filbrick Pines x Male! Pronouns Reader)🎡
Summary: Money is always the prize people look for, as the past guides someone's heart, a stranger crosses his path. A thousand lives, souls alike, what's the future that holds them tight?
Stanford Filbrick Pines Original version-Español🎀
Summary: He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt.
Sons (Stanley Pines & Male and Neutral! Pronouns Reader & Stanford Filbrick Pines & Fiddleford Hedron McGucket)
Summary: First year of Highschool and both teenagers find themselves in the very same spot, socially speaking, when they meet a boy one year above them, things seem to change, but that would be enough to defy fate?
To perish with a witness (Stanley Pines & Male and Neutral!/Pronouns Reader & Stanford Filbrick Pines & Fiddleford Hedron MacGucket)
Summary: Years later after their separation they're forced to rely on the other to solve a pair of desires and their own issues.
SPIDER-MAN-ITSPV-ATSPV:
Angry too (Hobie Brown x Neutral! Reader) pt2 pt3 pt4(WIP) pt5 pt6 pt
Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. In the very same night you meet Venom you meet Hobie, the spider man of your universe.
Spider tag (Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader) 💫
Summary: When your favorite spiders are in your dimension they take the opportunity to have a good time, including Hobie.
Art explosion and implosion (Miles Morales & Neutral! Reader)💫
Summary: Miles lost his sketchbook after a while he finds it with a surprise inside
Nothing new
Spider tag
Hobie Brown x Fem!/Pronouns Reader
Words: 3,093
Summary: When your favorite spiders are in your dimension they take the opportunity to have a good time, including Hobie.
Written Curse: Second person!--Use of (__)!--(__) and her dimension is written to appeal to art nouveau--Hey guys, guess who's my fav character, es mi cumple así que voy a andar aventando verga See ya Darlings!
The morning so impassive cradled caressed against everything it touched, within the pleasant walls of a peculiar house that is related with exquisiteness to its sisters in such a graceful way, sheltered the young woman who rested placidly, the only thing you were able to hear was the movement of water and wind that flowed and aimlessly gave life to the city.
When you noticed more activity your eyelids allowed you to see your familiar surroundings and without any hurry you separated from the bed, your feet on the cold floor woke you up completly when you went to the small closet next to it. With all the care you put the clothes aside until you reached your suit that as you brushed it with your fingers a certain impatience ran through you but you disregarded it as you put it away in one of the bags that hung on one of the legs of the bed that you used to use as a coat rack. Putting each of the clothes in its place and arranging the room as much as possible, you went out.
The clacking of shoes against the stairs announced your presence in the dining room where your mother and father were having breakfast "Good morning" mom spoke first who was already serving food on the plate designated for you, with the same phrase you kissed her head and her hand to do the same with your father and immediately sit down to eat. During this time the conversations were short and even banal, but they were always better than what had once been the family dynamic. With touches of the napkin to your mouth to wipe away remnants of what might have been left behind, they both asked about what plans you had today; who you would be seeing, where, how many hours you would be gone, things of that nature. Your already improvised answers were enough for them as they nodded in approval, other words were exchanged until you finished your plate and excused yourself.
In the HQ cafeteria, they were already there, all the seats were taken so they stood around waiting for you to arrive, each with their respective outfits plus backpacks or bags containing a change of clothes. Meanwhile, Miles made sure they brought with them anything he considered important "Keys?" he pointed to Pavitr who affirmed, then to Hobie who just slumped his shoulders and muttered "Yeah" with this he pointed to Gwen who confirmed she had her keys and a copy of Hobie's. Although the boy wouldn't admit it because he wasn't aware of it, in this area he was similar to Rio and Jeff. Now calmer he proceeded with his mental list but Gwen interrupted him "Miles, it's okay we don't need that much stuff" Pavitr continued "It's the dimension of (__) after all" he tapped the other's shoulder. With the mask on, his lenses widened for a second in reaction to them not taking it as seriously as he did, in his own experience going to their dimensions there was always something unexpected going on. He crossed his arms and flexed one hand, "Sorry for being cautious", "Don't apologize, mom" Hobie replied waving his hand which annoyed Miles slightly.
He sighed and removed the mask that wrapped around his head to be next to the boys, "Say what you want, you'll be thanking me later", he smiled to himself, "Whatever you say" Gwen rolled her eyes. Part of this unfolded with you as a spectator until you decided to intervene, "I hope I wasn't too late to be early" you got close enough to be heard. They turned in your direction and Hobie didn't waste a moment to approach you, placing his hands on your waist, with a smile he greeted you and their lips met with the same sweetness of many other occasions, with one of your hands on his jaw, "Hello to you too (__)" Pavitr approached shaking his hand "And don't worry, it's not like we were 30 minutes early" the pair right behind him. At this you separated from the boy to greet the others by clapping your palms together, your eyes fell on the backpacks "What do you have there?" as you asked this question all eyes pointed to Miles who just clarified; it was all they needed.
You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows "Okay" your wrist was raised close to you to see well what you were typing "Then I won't make you wait any longer" the portal then appeared a few meters away from you, Hobie went first, Gwen second, you third until the only ones still there were Pavitr and Miles "Let's go, mom" Pavitr tried not to let his amused tone be heard too much and entered the portal to close as Miles entered too.
Earth 831
The roof of a building, for the moment, was the ground on which they stand, as they pass and reach the dimension Morales' eyes widen at the visuals of what surrounds him as does its melodic singing. With a turn, he feels his eyes open even wider as he witnesses such an ethereal panorama, as his mind can put into words.
The canals surround the city and cross through it to carry its vitality everywhere, they intertwine with the plants and buildings so much that everything seems to be in motion thanks to the delicate curves that facilitate the passage of the crystalline water that reflects everything as a mirror and adds its bluish tone to the infrastructure with its waves, thus a duality is created; the movement and the static. Homes, workplaces, schools; everything blends and stands out in its own way.
"Wow" sighs the spider with admiring eyes, a genuine smile at his amazement forms on your lips with a feeling of appreciation but also amusement at the reaction, "Let's give Miles a moment before he passes out or worse" you tease. Miles rolls his eyes with a slight snort and a smile similar to yours, he raises his hands in defense at the comment before responding matching your tone "Haha, I feel the pressure drop and my heartbeat is already nil" he rubs his hands together and sparks escape from them "I hope you know CPR".
The others smile, Gwen shakes her head reproachfully even if the smile gives her away while Pavitr nods at the speed of his counterattack. Hobie just grimaces with the smile still present "Not bad" you nod as well and your arms flex so that it's possible to put your hands on your hips "Well… What do you want to do? I have something in mind but I'm willing to listen to opinions" everyone gathers to form a circle, think for a moment and give their ideas to do in the rest of the day to discuss and choose by majority vote.
So, they shed their suits for civilian clothes, descended from the building and set out to make the most of the time. The sky was inked with soft fire with its palliated sun glints reflecting off the stream and resting on whatever they could reach, again on a rooftop, the group resting after having had a busy day.
Their chests expand and contract with ease, some with their eyes open to look above them and those that remain with their eyelids covering them. Pavitr moves his field of vision so he can see you as far as his position allows him to do so "what did you have in mind after all? Sure, if we didn't already do it" at this you arch your eyebrow somewhat confused at his question until it comes to your mind what you mentioned hours ago, a grimace on your face "Do you really remember that?" when you see him, he mutters in affirmation "I have a good memory" he rotates so that his forehead rests on the ceiling, Gwen intervenes in the conversation "You don't" he pushes the boy slightly "Yes I do" he replies back with mock annoyance.
"Only when you want" Hobie also speaks, hand on his chest and the other under his head with a nonchalant countenance, Pavitr snorts, "You're against me?" he tilts his head and leans down so his face meets the other's "It was a compliment" he puts his hand against the boy's face and pushes it which makes Pavitr snort "Sure, pick on the younger spidey" you all grunt and snort with complaints until you mimic Pavitr's position "Well… it's nothing we did, it's good timing anyway" you squat down to propel your legs and stand "Get up" at this another round of complaints passes.
Seeing that the others don't even make an attempt you roll your eyes "Really?" you scratch your head for a second "So be it" as fast as you can you touch Miles "Tag, you're it" and run out to jump "Loser buys the food" and with that you throw a web, suit already on in the time lapse of the jump. The others are surprised but waste no time in darting off in all directions, Miles just sighs and rubs his eyelids but a feeling of competitiveness comes over him, he wouldn't spend a penny today.
Like a swing you move through the city without looking back but your senses alert in case you need to, after another spider web you stick to a building and breathe for a few minutes. This doesn't last too long when some steps warn you of the presence of someone and you turn around, hand ready to throw webs "Hey, hey, I'm a friend not foe" Hobie tries to approach you but you squint your eyes showing you don't trust him "I would have done something by now, wouldn't I?" you slowly lower your hand and turn around to see if there is no danger nearby "Did anyone follow you?" he denies with words and movements, he walks to your side and his hand grabs yours pulling it to kiss it with affection "I'm too stealthy, I sneak away from capitalism to do whatever I want" your head rises as well as your eyebrows "Ah, cool" you pretend indifference although inside you have always found it funny and even interesting how out of nowhere he can make comments like that.
This one smiles and with his hip gives you a shove with which you stagger. Without being able to do anything, a spider web lands on the wall of the building that makes you turn to see who is responsible for this, Miles lands on the same wall and without waste, he uses his muscles to touch one of you. With a somersault you evade him and so begins a three-way waltz thanks to the game.
"Come on guys"Miles laughs, unable to hide the frustration of not having touched either of you to escape the probable responsibility, he continues in this way but in an unexpected turn of events Mile touches Hobie, there is no time to think, now you and Miles must get as far away as possible knowing that he will come after you if Gwen or Pavitr are not on the radar. With the webs you fling yourself and pray they won't come after you, but you remember the rules and it's clear he'll come after you because he already is.
An irregular route is attempted to disappear from your gaze and it is decided, back and forth, left or right until you turn and it is gone, well, for now you turn a corner with a new web when another one intertwines with yours and you meet Hobie once again, as the twisted chains of a swing are encircled with twists and turns. A short moment where you can see each other's eyes through the contact lenses, where your costumes undergo color changes by the light and everything stops as photography, you only exist for and in this precise instant. Until their bodies begin to approach attracted by a centripetal force.
But this doesn't stop the Spider from tapping you on the shoulder with a 'Tag, you're it' to break free from the web and escape into another one. With your head down you curse and recover, clearly this will not stay like this. You jump from one building to another, looking for the others with a hawk's eye and as if the universe orchestrated it; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen appeared in the field. Going in their direction you make a decision on who to go to, Gwen, but apparently the thing would not be so simple because when you are less than 30 centimeters away from her something sticks to you and prevents you from moving forward.
And this same thing pulls you in its direction, when your eyes fall with the person in charge you shout "Cheater!" Hobie doesn't say anything and only continues with the back and forth without preventing you from any action, a snort leaves your nose and you get ready to continue. In such a way things develop like this; everyone dodging and evading the one who brings them, Hobie from time to time pulling the others either to save them or to have his henchman moment by 'helping' the other, cobwebs everywhere, accusations, provocations, there is nothing you don't try.
Finally, hours later, everyone comes to an agreement to finish without a loser.
"Your money isn't worth here anyway" You mention as they all walk away, "The one I saved myself from" you shake your head trying not to burst out laughing at their faces of realization, it's true, their money won't work in another universe. "Cheater" they talk at the same time and mess with your hair "Hey!Hey!" you shove their hands away "It's not my fault you didn't remember, the only one I should apologize to is Miles" You continue walking until you reach the store, you let them in before following them. Ready to order they spend the afternoon talking.
The key secures the lock and with a check you separate yourself from the door, walk to the living room and greet your parents for the second time that day, also with the purpose of notifying them of your upcoming rest. Climbing step after step you try to keep a pace that is taken as calm, the door opens and having a guest inside the room you are saved, however, such a visit does not last as long as usual, the curtains are inflated to shelter anything that could succumb to the force of the wind and lonely longing for the presence they serve.
You walk carelessly in the confines of the vast lake with your partner's company, the noise of the city becomes mere muffled whispers and the thin light is more than enough to see where you step. Hobie moves his gaze at times to see you or settles for your figure in his peripheral view, but he doesn't stop moving forward, thus going unnoticed as he pulls something out of his pocket "(__)" catches your attention and seeing you stop does the same until you are even, his hand covers the object but not by much.
Your eyes fall to his hand which like a cocoon he opens to reveal a sweet gift; an arachnid shaped pendant made of what appears to be gemstone with aquamarine tones and whitish sparkles. Copper legs with pearly decorations that mimic the fur that some of these animals have, a few cracks visible in all this, likewise, protruding from the mouth of the spider hangs porcelain spider web.
"I tried to glue it on as best I could" he confesses in that voice of nights of effort, "But clearly it won't go back to the original thing" with a sensitive touch you pick up the earring to examine it closely and those breaks only add to the delicate effect. Without a second thought you dangle it from your ear and smile, shaking your head so he can see your profile, your hand curved in your ear, "So?", "it looks spectacular" he runs a finger down your cheek and swings the chandelier with it. You get caught up in the moment, mischievously grab each other and pull until you're holding on with just one hand.
Faced with spontaneity, you let yourselves be carried away by a dance at the same point of the lake. Repelling each other for an instant you shoot a spider web that catches on one of the trees on the other side to cling to a closer one, so a rope hangs over the body of water and you climb it with a few acrobatics until you are in the middle. Hobie doesn't lag behind and throws his own perpendicularly, climbing more aggressively and safely with an exchange of smiles they weave and with calculated jumps begin to knit, each perceived vibration causing the material to flash, linking one to the other or directing so that a pattern builds.
With a leap Hobie grabs you to continue the dance as they put the finishing touches on the fine lace and unhurriedly roll around the net. With the work completed, you center yourselves to lie down and snuggle against your figures, a few minutes pass with the comfortable silence where the calm invites you to fall into surrender. The boy's embrace as an addition. "You fooled us all" he tries to sound incriminating but his voice comes out completely amused and you decide to play along "I have my methods" you put on an overbearing attitude and look at your nails "Mmm, it shows" he rests his cheek on the palm of your hand and with the other hand he pokes your rib "You better not become a dictator or similar because I will crush your head" now he opens his hand and grabs your face shaking it, you both laugh and roll your eyes.
He leans down and crosses his legs "Why tag?" squint your shoulders and tilt your head "Why not?" Hobie is slow to show his reaction but just laughs sarcastically "Sure" he leans down even more until your foreheads touch and they fall back into silence, treasuring this day without thinking about the future even for a single second even. And it feels as if the web is wrapping and caressing them to protect them from any suffering, past or yet to pass so that hope and love will prevail, a second, an instant, so ephemeral and so infinite.
Stanford Filbrick Pines
Words: 4,524
Summary: He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt.
Written Curse: What can I say, saw someone suggesting it on Tiktok and I did it, Descriptions of insanity and more insanity, suicidal behavior, manipulation, paranoia, kind of religious trauma, self-harm (thoughts and action) depictions, and maybe more sensitive topics, please be aware, MDNI. it's kind of different from what I'm used to write in some aspects but I enjoyed iy Seeeeeee yaaaaaa darlings!
Versión original-español
I walked through the mists of a gloomy limbo… If such a vague description makes sense, I paid attention to every step I took but I didn't feel it, almost as if it were a dream until my attention was redirected, something was heard in the distance and I wondered what it could be. It carried with it a sinister air, perverse dyes that dripped phlegmatically, the forbidden, the temptation, the sin that, as its passage, seduced me to approach, thus, little by little, it was not only an unusual song but also a particular smell, a sensation that made one's skin crawl but as everything here was far from comprehending.
Time was distorted and my mind fell into a spiral that I didn't even know I had entered until seeing in a dreary reflection a realization revealed, it was me.
That smell, that sound, everything… It was nothing more than my own body, that empty and rotten container that wanders aimlessly waiting for an end but even if I succumbed to the clutches of mortality, I know that my corpse would be nothing more than poison for this earth that now curses my existence. I beg for mercy even if I am not deserving and as a heretic I receive cruel punishment that lurks in the depths of my being, which from the beginning eats away at me, what led me to this state.
A simple act like the sliding of curtains felt so treacherous, he was turning his back on him and leaving him adrift. He deserves it, after all he did it was absurd that he thought he would receive any defense from him. He placed the reminder of the freshly made wound in the trash and tried to fall asleep but at no time did he blink, the minutes passed ignorantly to his situation and emotions so overwhelming that they seemed to mock without decorum. He had found a motivation that vanished at the same speed with which it arrived, he had to find another goal, a purpose, something that would give him what he had always longed for.
The days passed without anything remarkable, a blind and tired routine between corridors, living rooms and his bedroom with the irregular change of going to the library or chatting with his roommate, with whom he shared certain hobbies. He was about convincing that he enjoyed it, that despite being an unexpected result, he could take advantage of it and prove to himself that others were wrong, that he was better.
When he made the decision to live in Gravity Falls, it was as if that little flame struggled to remain incandescent and wanted to get bigger. It could be taken as an escape from home in a certain way, miles and miles away from his parents which doesn't make much difference from what it was in Backupsmore.
Everything was different, a new life that he would not let anything or anyone spoil. And so it was for quite some time, there was no day or night in which he did not find something fascinating, a distraction and a temporary relief to his thoughts that dejected him the most, but then, like a rose, it began to wither and the petals fell. Leaving a voracious appetite again.
And what happened when the snake approached him? He fell for the deception. So desperate for a shred of recognition, acceptance… And what person could resist a being greater than their own existence? It was an honor to be the favorite of such a sublime presence, a powerful being who did respond to his prayers, to his doubts, where he believed he was walking on the same floor as this one and not below as he was for so many years with his kind, he was finally an equal.
A nosedive into veneration.
The night was paler than the moon itself, its emanations were blunderbussed as they passed through the stained-glass windows with motifs that I distributed with my own free will throughout my cabin. Immersed in my inscriptions, Bill prowled in the same space and chatted about things that I didn't pay enough attention to since I was used to his actions. When I finished my last stroke I placed the pen aside and closed the bottle of ink to let it rest and therefore dry the contents of the page.
"Hey, Sixer" I turned my head and the first thing my eyes met was the triangle reflecting my appearance, I raised my eyebrow until he continued "Look, someone with science of humor" he laughed to return to his color, he snapped his fingers and pointed at me "Did you understand my pun?", "Of course I did, It's a simple enough thing not to" I adjusted my glasses before closing my journal, getting up from my chair and walking over to put it on the shelf next to the other books in my collection.
"You demean yourself a lot, don't you think? Give yourself some credit" he turned around as he moved forward with me, "I do credit myself but I know when things are easy, Bill" I rolled my eyes and left the room, on the stairs he was behind me "That's because you're very intelligent and perceptive, not everyone would have understood it the first time or the second" At these words I smiled but not for much since the day had exhausted me enough to use my muscles. The cabin was as lonely as the day it was finished, on one hand it was reassuring not to have to deal with those noises resulting from annoying habits of other people but on the other hand I couldn't help but feel more lonely… at least I had Bill by my side, even if I got desperate but very rarely. Maybe I should make a statistic about that.
"It's better as you are if you ask me," I heard his voice again but this time I didn't look at him, I went down step by step until I finally reached the floor. "What are you talking about?" I really had no idea, "Nobody deserves you, Ford" that confession intrigued me now in the kitchen where I didn't turn on the light bulb and only opened one of the drawers in the cupboard for a glass. "I mean, just look at you, six fingers; attractive, intelligent, funny, organized. You're out of their league, much better than all of them" he stood in my field of vision and crossed his arms, "And I doubt very much that you would settle for that anyway".
The circumstances that led to such a fatal encounter…
I closed my lips and remained silent, his words like gasoline for thoughts and speculations to nest in my head "We'll never know, they're counterfactual events and hypothetical situations" I drank from the glass I had previously filled with water "Besides, it makes me sound like a narciss-", "Hey, hey, stop your car, friend" Bill pushed and pulled his arms in the space between him and me "I don't say that with those implications, you're very humble Stanford" he moved his body in such a way that it gave the impression of shaking his head, he raised his arms "Everything you're doing will benefit humanity, for me that's not being selfish, quite the opposite" he approached and placed his elbow on my right shoulder.
"What I mean is that you're better off like this" with the open hand of the other arm he pointed at me, moving up and down, to emphasize his point. "You're happier than you could have been" I was still with my eyes on him without speaking "I'll show you" he moved away a little to extend his arm. "You trust me, right?". It was a bit strange to me that Bill used to ask about my trust in him as often as he did, but I always assumed that being someone with his powers was normal, after all it was logical that when he gave me knowledge and his friendship he needed to know that I would not misuse his generosity.
"Of course I do" I took his hand, his eye curled "You can always trust me, Sixer".
The cabin began to crumble and suddenly the environment changed to an impeccable construction that I did not recognize, at least not immediately, laughter and chatter filled my ears while my eyes ventured to get used to the interior, the sound of some open doors made me spin slightly where I saw something that squeezed my heart, in front of seats and more seats there I was, walking on the stage with a toga, I received my title and it was clear. I was graduating from West Coast Institute of Technology.
It was something unreal to see myself in this situation, to see how my face reflected true enthusiasm and happiness at achieving one of my many dreams that I had as a teenager. My parents were there, Stanley was there and his face was a mixture of pride and joy for me; disappointment, loneliness and doubt in those small details. It continued with a family celebration until the scene changed for the second time where I now worked as an inventor in a company of sorts, I knew that time moved forward thanks to the fictitious calendar, which at first filled the Stanford in front of me with motivation, now it filled him wit sadness. It caused him misery as he was limited by his contract, he no longer had time for his own projects or the family with whom he maintained contact.
And everything changed again, I was on Backupsmore and another possibility unfolded, I met someone and we developed feelings for each other and then, we get married? That would be a waste of my research time and even more so as I watched how we both settled in Gravity Falls and then started a small family, with similar results I gradually fell into the same thing: misfortune, sorrow, and suspicion due to the dissatisfaction with the life I was leading. I separated from my spouse to try to have some serenity but nothing, I constantly saw my other self immersed in the memories and torments of his decision, of the intensity of those discussions; about what was said or not said.
When I turned to the other side, my eyes widened when I found myself in front of the same person, they were talking or rather vociferating, it had taken me a moment to process that change so that their words made sense. "Who is going to want to be with someone like you, Stanford!?" Their face was like a slap that burned even before it landed aggrievedly on my face, but I couldn't mutter so shocked by the constant receipt of information "You're a damn selfish man!" they pointed accusation at me while they continued with their argument. Each syllable only served to sharpen the stake and in the end when it stuck in my heart I looked down, it seemed it could never escape me. Something I never asked for.
Then I knew that my insides were questioning and mortifying. Love is such a complicated concept for a mind like me, I have witnessed finite ways to demonstrate it and I can't seem to fully understand it, from my childhood until now, I still think that it is nothing more than frivolities that everyone pretends to know and handle. and then judge those who try to reach it with simplicity.
On many occasions I had witnessed my father's demonstrations towards Stanley and much more aware when they were for me. So many times I heard the expectations, his disappointments or simply his thoughts about us and each time I felt the need to relieve him but without leaving my brother aside, I wanted to be the one who was deserving enough to let me into his vulnerability and let him know that just as he loved me, I loved him. His words...they hurt , they made me feel insufficient and had the same effect on my brother but... I guess it was his way of showing that we were important, that he knew we could be even better.
That's how this person vanished and windows surrounded me to show hundreds of other situations, no matter how different they were, they all ended in disappointment "Do you see what I mean?" Bill finally decided to make his presence again and with an irritated attitude. He stayed in front of my eyes without the windows stopping rotating around us "They wouldn't appreciate you, six fingers. They are the selfish ones, the fatuous ones who couldn't stand someone as genuine as you" with his hands he enlarged one of the windows that remains motionless to show the image "Even before you moved here" my mother appears, then my father, Stanley and other people with whom I once crossed paths "They hurt you but expect you to give everything for them without complaining" he sighs "And that is why this is better for you".
"You have me by your side, I have seen what the others have not" now we moved to the usual space and he made me sit down, a cup of tea in hand "And I feel very lucky that it was you who called me and not a trashy scientist or something like that" he rolled his eye and I just laughed, I adjusted my glasses with a little push of my index finger and sipped the liquid "I'm the lucky one, Cipher. It is not an everyday occurrence that such an intriguing and wise being decides to respond to my call" I thought the conversation would go to a more pleasant one immediately but Bill just looked at me "You are very important to me, Sixer" I didn't know what to do or say, because of the seriousness with which he said it "I need you... I would love to be in your dimension to spend more time with you, you know?" I stood up to finally be able to say something until his laughter was the next thing "I mean, at this point you are like my family and that is what all those corny things do to someone" I smiled and nodded, amused at his choice of words "Do you also need me as much as I need you, six fingers?"
"I need you, Bill".
Years later, standing on the bow looking out over the vast sea, he meditated while the other Pines was resting. The waves combined with their reflections induced a peaceful state but a hollowness different from the others persisted. The movement reminded him of thoughts and internal debates at his worst, where he let himself be dragged into the darkness and suffer in it.
If he jumped, it was likely that he would find the sense to live, he was barely visible due to the stars that saw themselves still, the wood under his feet did not creak or seemed to recognize him, a ghost in pain that wanders in the icy night. He took a step closer to the edge but didn't take anything off, the weight would do. But with half his feet suspended and the other half still on the dock he stayed like that. How long did it take until his heart even beat? When he regained consciousness he was in his bed without a shirt or any clothing for his torso, mere soaked socks the only fabric on his body other than the blankets that maintained an acceptable temperature.
The next morning he left the cabin and walked unconsciously into the forest. Some creatures that he had already studied looked out timidly when they saw the afflicted figure of the man, who acted with the nature of a magnet. He arrived at an area where the trees contained peculiar lines that kept following him. Murmurs began to greet him and say nonsense. When he tried to ignore him, he realized where he was standing and froze. Thousands of eyes stared at him without blinking, they did not have an iris so the blackness of the pupil made him more gloomy and as if they were reading his thoughts, they began to manifest throughout him until he was no longer but a cluster of these organs.
He had come to consider removing his eyes, the simple fact of remembering that he had those orbs caused the most unpleasant reactions in his body, the immediate rejection of a similar object in a metaphorical or literal way, in any information format, just like the other geometric figure. What was once a paradise in their home now behaved like hell. His knuckles were still in limited recovery but his mind was an uncertain omen.
Or he would see his wrists that palely denoted something that he had come to hate and he would think that perhaps, with the help of some instruments he could manage to remove those ropes from his entire body, no matter how long or how painful it meant that Bill would not be able to use him never again. And he tried. What did it matter, if he was already alien to any humanity. His mania for sharp things was not discouraged, if there was the possibility of being there, it was, but; of not, did it by force. Like that time, one of the many times.
It was a moment like the other, he was wandering through the forest, now the ardor flamed between the distances from one flora to another, the aberrant calm. His body rocked because his swollen feet tried not to feel his condition, as well as making himself sick until he couldn't take it anymore and sat down against a tree. He removed his glasses to rub his eyelids with the impression of not being lucid. When he opened them, he realized that the tree in front that reached to the heavens was no longer a tree, a block splintered in its place surrounded by other thorns as a replacement. He knelt before standing on his feet and walking until the tips of his shoes touched the messy roots and he got back on his knees, his hands resting on the edge of this circle, how could he see in such detail without his glasses on?
There was no room for that question because he hunched over and brought his face closer…closer…even closer. His skin instinctively repelled his face but the word is there, instinct. Macabre allusion when the fine fabric did not hold for long and spilled on the wood until its anatomy prevented it from breaking, he moved away with complicated motion as some tried to continue in him, and at a slightly considerable distance. Whipping. And the snap didn't take long. Paralyzed it oozed with more current, the thorns appropriated the rest until they swallowed the last piece.
He hurriedly opened his eyes and sheltered his head to check that everything was still together to get out of there without waiting. It was just a dream.
Few interactions with other people made his delusions worse, strangers who were crafty, stupid, lacking in judgment, narcissistic, filthy... he was 100% sure that they reeked of Cipher. But he would not make that 'knowledge' evident, with his hands and elbows on the table he turned his back to the costumers and workers, he knew that they were watching him with that damned smile and those devilish eyes. Disgust to the one who touched his shoulder, his left imprisoned the outer wrist but what he saw was fear in normal pupils and a short circuit occurred within his logic, his face became grim when the woman began to laugh.
Another woman followed a few tables in front, so that like an infection all the faces would lengthen. Without control he imitated, the sweat reflected the terror that the experience gave him, his right hooked half of his face. His nerves had jammed as well as his vocal cords with the same sound quality as a phonograph. At the windows, palms slapped against this surface, their eyes moved quickly and in the opposite direction to the complement of their pair "I still have my eyes on ya, Stanford" they spoke in unison "Too bad you won't have any!" and some of the limbs that were hitting the windows passed through them and lunged at him, with specific emphasis on his eyes. He bent down and pulled the woman so he could leave the establishment.
Was it a good idea to have sent that postcard? It made him an easier target, he didn't know what Bill's supposed henchman could do to find him but if he was under his orders it was common sense that he already knew his location. There was no way to know what tactics he would be able to use. It could even already be at his house and he wouldn't know it.
He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt. When he turned the handle and the door gave him permission to enter, everything contained his essence, from the rugs to the money he carried with him. With his chest almost touching one of the tapestries, he wrapped himself up and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, pressing it to his ribs. and began to rub his face against the fabric. As he raised his head, it was now suspended by his semi-extended arms, he looked at the ceiling and tears flowed. He still needed him.
"Wow" Bill spined his cane while he continued to see me in the mirror "It looks great on you, tiger" I arched my eyebrows without stopping smiling "Really?" I turned my body while taking my eyes off the mirror and adjusted my coat "Do you call me a liar?" he made clicking sounds and helped to adjust the garment "Come on, man…you're pretty much the definition of romantic, Beethoven would be jealous" this made me laugh and I restated my posture now with my fingers adjusting my neck, I had to admit that the costume was quite refined and just as I expected a period costume to feel.
"Ready to go?" he bowed and took off his hat that I reciprocated with another bow, we walked until we reached the place of the event where the most outstanding intellectuals of all time waited with cocktails in hand and chatting with each other. When I entered I had a drink and went to talk to a small group with Bill's company, even with the magnitude of the revelation I did not feel nervous, in fact, I was sure of myself and deep down I did not care what opinions they would give me as soon as the curtain came off.
When the time struck we both took the lead and gave a speech, his jokes were not lacking. When I pulled the curtain and the portal was in sight I heard exclamations, there was a silence until everyone began to applaud and ask its mechanism, my smile was so big that Cipher pushed his elbow against my arm and we only smiled before addressing the others to answer their questions.
When I woke up I didn't wait to stand up and go to work in the portal.
He remembers when his palate caught the improper corroded and pulled his upper lip that showed his red teeth in the mirror, he ran a finger to clean them but did not investigate further, convinced that Bill, by using his body got into a fight and that this was a mixture of his fluids with those of others. There were several times that it was repeated and that he decided to accept his explanation. How much had he done while using his body? For God's sake, the photographs showed him but he was a piece of something bigger, what repulsive things that being must have been capable of.
During the 30 years out of his dimension the thirst for revenge never paled, on the contrary, it grew stronger with each day that he felt his blood boil at every mention of his name. He lived for that, he had to… to see the day when Bill Cipher ceased to be a threat to reality.
But he never expected his defeat to happen in the circumstances in which they occurred. Seeing his brother with his head down and now empty as him, added to his guilt and afflictions, Stanley was always strong, determined and confident in his eyes. The other side of the coin.
The days went as the whole family and even Soos or Wendy helped Stan regain his memory and with that he tried to get his life back, which he now knew Stanley didn't take from him but Bill.
He used to think that he had to give everything to receive the minimum, but when he returned and got forgiveness… love… It was difficult to accept it at first but the night he found old photographs as well as home videos from his childhood that the brothers reminisced about, something changed.
"I can't believe you actually did that," he put his hand on his stomach and laughed, Stanley only crossed his legs and arms before extending his last ones with a failed attempt to look annoyed at the comment "It's pure comedy! A brainiac like you wouldn't understand my developed sense of humor" a blow landed on his twin's shoulder. "It drives ladies crazy" "Oh, I don't doubt it, completely crazy," he nodded mockingly in his way of doing it.
Stan hit him again "Idiot" Ford rubbed himself before returning the blow with greater force, to be fair "Nerd". After a while sleep began to come to them, Ford put his head on the shoulder of his hand while his held the bowl on his lap, and on the verge of succumbing to it he heard "I love you, Ford" a long second passed until the words came out of his mouth "I love you too, Stanley."
People could love him for who he was, not for how deserving he could get that affection.
He continued with his eyes on the wide sea remembering the details of his whole life and with that voice that told him that he was still broken. "Ford, the children are calling us!-- Stan shouted on the other side of the Stan O' War II, "Coming!" so he made his way, but not before stopping and turning to see the sea again, with an inhalation of the salty air he whispered, "I don't need you."
"Hurry up, Poindexter or else I'll throw you overboard" the sound of the seagulls, he pushed his glasses higher and resumed his steps. "Greetings children, how are my favorite kids of all dimensions?", "Uncle Ford!".
Promises
Sanemi Shinzawaga & Male!/Pronouns Reader--- Spoilers of Final Battle Arc
Words: 2,110
Summary: The relationship between (__) and Sanemi could hardly be called that. After the defeat of Muzan Sanemi will try to form a link with (__).
Written Curse: Use of (__)! Third person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- I felt poetic lol-- Guys maybe i won't be able to post for a time thanks to school, but i'll do my best to keep sharing my stories, thanks for all the support! See ya Darlings!
The whispers that the wind created as it collided with the petals at the gloomy dawn never seemed to take shape in the young man’s ears, more focused on his duty and survival than on the messages given to him. Two years had passed since that moment that changed his life so much but time passes fast for a short being, he could not afford to stop and observe details, listen to the least that was not killing. Sanemi Shinazugawa, pillar of the wind, he had taken a pupil, a tsuguko. Despite having been very against it at first, he taught him in a harsh and cruel way, just as the world would be with him if he decided to continue and he did so.
Now; being officially a member of the demon slayer corps, he took missions one after another without any rest.
Today the boy had returned to the estate of his superior, without waiting for him to be in the place he put his katana in the designated place and walked to the open area of the place. As he approached he could hear the fluid movement of a katana and others, when he arrived completely he could observe Sanemi training with great concentration so he did not pay attention to the pupil who simply bowed and greeted. Nothing, not even a look in his direction so he sat down and waited for the session to end. After a few hours Shinazugawa sheathed the katana and walked to the door next to the boy, the boy raised his head to look into the face of the other “Why don’t you train instead of sitting like a useless one for hours?” his voice rumbled all over the place with cold behavior, his gaze concentrated at the end of the corridor, his face somewhat twisted of discomfort causing his scars to be molded according to the tractions and contractions.
He just stared at him before nodding and starting to get up “Of course Shinazugawa-san” on the way to the previous point where the training had been done, both facing their backs, moving his head a little and making his jaw touch his shoulder he said to the pillar “Welcome”. The silence was the only thing that answered him before hearing steps walking away and finally ending up alone in the surroundings with a jester of disappointment drawn his own katana; he closed his eyes and took a lot of air. Again he could hear the whispers and laughter of the wind, how it got into his ears and tried to scream at him but the words did not make sense or that is what he thought, with one last breath he contracted all his muscles and prepared to move.
This was one of the many moments of interaction that both men had.
One night they ate without any words, the sound of cicadas or the movement of the leaves of the trees were the only thing that talked inside the room, the lamp illuminated what was necessary without hurting or forcing the eyes of those who were feeding, he swallowed the amount of food in his mouth and observed his pupil without expression indicating the emotion or feeling “Your skills are deplorable, this week I will have to train you again … What a waste of time” He gave a bite and watched the boy, he stopped chewing and nodded “Thanks Shinazugawa-san, I regret that my performance is not in your expectations” this annoyed the pillar who aggressively put the dishes on the floor “Do not apologize for being an incompetent” raised his voice enough to be heard outside if anyone was there but not too much to be considered a scream. The boy only nodded and continued eating, not that he accepted what he said or wanted him to continue with that thought, no, of course not, he knew very well that he was capable, that although there was always opportunity to learn and grow, it is not that he was in a place of first knowledge or practice as years ago. But in the end he was a pillar, someone more experienced, someone who had taken his body beyond the limit and had perfected his techniques, so he knew what he was saying, right? he just tried to harden him for the fatalities of his work but in the end he had an appreciation for him, even if it was minimal, didn’t he?
Their breaths had no pattern in their fighting movements, the grinding of swords a compass in the dance of the fight for the subjugation of the other, some screams were thrown by the pillar; about the talents and efforts of his pupil, of how they would kill him in the second that fought with a stronger demon, of how he was lucky to remain alive after all this time. Naturally the winner of the match was Sanemi, as the boy parted gasping trying to stabilize his breathing as well as his rhythm and heart pressure “you can’t even use full concentration breathing!” He rebuked “A pillar is your teacher and you don’t even seem to know the basics!” the boy bowed his head “Don’t lower your head when I’m talking to you, brat!” He clenched his jaw and looked up to meet Shinazugawa’s fury, his frowning and his eyes open to no more, his hands clenching the sheath of his weapon “If you follow this way I will get you out of the organization! Do you understand!?” His tone increasingly harsh and firm against him, he bowed in the form of respect “Of course master, it will not happen again, I promise” he returned to his original position and waited for the answer, for several seconds the tense air was static and everything seemed the same way, until he finally spoke “get out of here” he closed his eyes to not see the boy making it clear that if he tried to talk or engage in another interaction there would be punishment.
He bowed again for the last time before walking and leaving him alone. A knot in his throat pressed his insides, threatening to come out and reveal the emotions he felt. Apparently all his efforts had not borne fruit, maybe he was not good enough, so long with his training and not even a compliment, absolutely nothing but reproaches and reprimands, punishments and discouraging comments. Two years of his life trying to improve for the people, to help his and avoid heis suffering turned to dust and carried by the wind to nowhere.
But no person can endure such dealings for too long, at least not him, so the little relationship is further degraded over time. Now, 1 year later everyone was fighting with their lives to try to eradicate the evil that had therefore pressed them against the ground, enjoying their fear and pain.
His head was spinning as his body pricked every possible nerve, his sight barely made aware of the blurry figures in his immediacy, his ears seemed to bleed him, and his body moved involuntarily. What was he doing there?, What was happening?, For a few minutes he totally fainted until he regained it, when his eyelids opened slowly and saw the sky of dawn he felt some peace before his body forced him to take air choking through the puffs and coughed to calm his body, screams and metallic sounds finally reached his ears but did not move, he did not react, his body did not respond, that is why came to him, right, he was in a fight, a big and important fight. He had been one of the few who survived before the pillars ecountered Muzan... But now he had no idea what happened the instant he lay on the floor. When trying to move a wave of pain reached his brain almost making him lie down again but he had to do it, he had to stop and keep fighting even if it was the last thing he did, even if he did not know how he would but he would not give up, walking through the streets, with his hand hanging and the other one leaning against the wall he could see the commotion. He was quite surprised to see a great baby but quickly understood that that being was the first demon, Muzan Kibutsuji, he quickened his pace ignoring any pain or discomfort and instead anger, resentment and so on encouraged his walk.
He watched as Sanemi cut off his arm, reaching the side of the rock pillar and grabbed one of the Kakushi and began to pull with all the strength his body had, the sun and the light reaching every possible corner and burning the demon’s skin tearing apart pieces and then turning them into ash. The peaceful silence compared to the magnitude of the moment, all eyes focused on how slowly it faded until there was only the vestige of its horrors giving way to a new peace.
Days had passed since that miracle but now, there was a certain void, the space left by those who left a strong presence, a reminder that everything was real and that it always would be. His heart had been disrupted and broken just like his mind, he needed to think what he would do now that he no longer needed to fight for the lives of others and his own, everything seemed to be in a fog that prevented him from looking at the future.
In those same days Sanemi began to talk more with the boy but since he served, he wanted nothing to do with all this, less his teacher. The encounters were uncomfortable and forced, meaningless words but with intent on the part of Sanemi, sharp and one-syllable on the part of the pupil if he could still be called in such a way.
On a quiet morning the birds sang to wake everyone up just like the first rays of sun, the futon felt hard against the back of the boy and the cold of the floor was transferred to the fabrics so giving a jester he got up and accommodated the things in the room to go out and walk. At the end he opened the shoji with delicacy, the sound of his steps was dampened thanks to the socks he brought, he went to the common area with a piece of food, squatted and settled to sit with his legs crossed, he took a bite and closed his eyes. He heard and listened to the wind for the first time, the murmurs intertwined with his own thoughts traveling all over his brain, embracing each relief with delicacy.
Not long after he heard another person approaching, but he didn’t flinch until Sanemi spoke “Um, good morning,” he opened his eyes and simply moved his eyes so that his periphery could see it, he bit his tongue a little before speaking “Good morning” even though the tone of his voice did not reflect any emotion it was obvious that he was not so happy to see him or to talk to him. “You got up early” walked up to the boy and started to sit imitating the position of the boy who only nodded and finished eating “I… wanted to talk to you” started again hoping he was willing to listen but happened completely the opposite, the boy stood up and started making his way elsewhere, stopped for a moment “Why are you so kind to me now?” The words barely came out of his mouth but were sharp, not that he wanted to know the answer to his question but his mind could not help remembering all those times when Sanemi was very hard on him, even rude and arrogant, where he simply nodded and did what was asked of him without any complaints, so long trying to establish a relationship or some kind of contact that was more human.
Shinazugawa said a single syllable before boy interrupted “it’s just because you feel guilty, because you have nothing better to do” he frowned and squeezed his lips, some tears resting on the edges he continued walking until he reached another shoji, he grabbed the wood “I don’t want to see you again Shinazugawa-san, I’m leaving this place” Sanemi hearing all this stood up “It’s not what you think” swallowed saliva “(__) I’m sorry.” The boy squeezed the wood and looked at the floor “Me too” was the last thing he said before leaving the room and closing the shoji and to never returning to that place, to forget all the pain that for so long had contained in the depths of his being, letting the wind take away his sorrows and accompany him to a better place.
Angry too
Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader
Words: 2,680
Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. In the very same night you meet Venom you meet Hobie, the spider man of your universe.
Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Inspiration from: Cute but deadly and The clash-- You could've been spider person but i'm arachnophobic and venom is my guilty attraction--Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!
Chapter 2>
You did not know how to feel and that was more than ok, after all, V.E.N.O.M is the worst in the society in which you live, the dictatorship that exists uses cheap copies of the symbiote that now co-exists with you for its absolutist regime, using the terror of the people as its advantage.
It was starting to get dark and there was still a lot to do, normally you would already be at home having dinner or doing anything else, however, here you were. Finishing a group project since some of your classmates couldn't solve it by themselves, with heavy eyes and yawning constantly you collected everything of yours and saying goodbye for pure courtesy you left school, walking between the corridors a substance moved to the same beat analyzing the presence before itself whom did not noticed of its own.
When you left completely, a metallic noise suddenly filled the surroundings causing your bones to almost snap by the speed with which you turned to try to see the origin of it without getting close.
But at the time you paid attention, that sound was not repeated again, without thinking too much about that you continued the walk putting on your headphones. You went down the stairs that led to the subway, immersed in your music, although at the time was quite empty but it was better than peak hours, the substance was still almost on your ankles.
During the whole journey there was something that did not fit but you didn't quite figure what, you looked at all possible places looking for the reason, taking off your headphones waiting for something, focusing on the other senses but nothing. The night had completely taken over the streets and the train stopped at your station, trying to ignore the feeling you went down, hands in your pockets, up the stairs to finally get out of the underground and be closer to your house.
7 minutes from your house finally made sense of what your brain was so alert about but, it was too late to do something, something began to surround your leg going up the calves, with the present shock the only thing you could move were your eyes that with horror saw that the substance went up and up, by panic you tried to flee but when you took the first step you unbalanced and fell dry "What happens, you don't like me sweetheart?" the deep and demon-possessed voice reached your ears, trembling you looked back at your feet, immediately regretting, the large white eyes contrasting with the black of the being seemed to center thirsty on you, the smile so big that revealed serrated teeth and others like tusks.
You wanted to scream, run away without looking back, cut off your legs if it meant removing the monstrosity that now surrounded up to your waist. You cursed your classmates.
One last smile dominated the expression of the being before it clung to your whole body, you felt how cold their 'body' took over you, your veins felt how they traveled through every possible part piercing your bones, connecting your nerves with yours entering through your eyes, through your ears, through your nose filling with an unrecognizable smell, your mouth; savoring your bowels, the muscles tense trying to prevent domination being more painful when your brain was also surrounded and analyzed but at the same time a great force was palpable, new sensations appearing as electric shocks, totally succumbing.
The silence was tortuous after that event, things seemed static; out of place, your sight was different, everything felt different, without warning you began to move --I knew that this body was better--it was no longer like listening to it but how to thinking about it, still with the panic drowning your being you asked "What the hell are you?" Of course you already knew it but the question came out by itself, they laughed "Apparently I am not so well known around here… I am Venom" by impulse and with all the strength you had, you tried to regain control of your body, running and crashing against a wall over and over again "Get out of my body", --Don’t you like it? I thought you would enjoy it more-- a kind of bigger hand covered yours --Relax a little -- with the remaining hand you grabbed the opposite arm and tried to tear it but immediately the substance seeped back through your skin causing you to rip ot, so much was the force that the cuts began to bleed at the very moment of forming "That hurt, I would recommend not to do that" Venom spoke, going out again to the outside as if it were a costume it wrapped you "Why don't we take a walk (__)?--.
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In the dark streets of the city there is always something happening, in this case, some policemen beating a civilian. The sounds of the blackjacks against the skin were cushioned with the clothes except the moans of pain and the movement of these against the air along with their laughter . So immersed in their pleasure that the large body that was above them resting in the buildings went unnoticed.
"Please, please, leave me, please!" the man sobbed, his burning throat was the only thing that kept him aware of the pain they caused him, making deaf ears those men followed as if they had just challenged them harder.
Until they stopped by the great mass that fell and made the ground rumble, they turned to see, a chill ran through their vertebrae but they recomposed "What the fuck do you want?" said one of them stopping the assault, the other threatened "Go away before you're the next" they saw how the substance seemed to disappear and revealed the silhouette of a person, (__) with squinted eyes observed the faces of the two men semi-formed by the presence of the V.E.N.O.M and then travel to the man lying on the ground dejected by the constant blows, breathing with difficulty.
This made (__)'s anger as much as Venom’s anger grew, they bowed their head and their smile came from side to side of their face "I also want to have fun."
Hobie was returning from one of the missions with an anomaly, it was very recent his entry into spider society but it was easy to get used to the type of action. He took off his mask and let his skin breathe and gave large inhalations, his lungs filling with the air he had become accustomed to, put his mask in the back pocket of his pants, he took off his gloves and put his hands in the pockets of his vest to start walking slowly passing through some signs of wanted with images of spider-man, captain anarchy, among others he knew.
After walking several blocks his arachnid sense hit his head, turning in the direction that his intuition told him ran until he reached a dead end but at that moment as if there had never been a arachnid sense disappeared, the only thing he could distinguish at the moment was a man resting tensely against the wall, without losing another second he went to the man who with a horrified face looked at the opposite wall as if he were observing something beyond "You okay?" the little light that allowed him to see from a short distance made it impossible to make sense of the shadows on the other wall, before Hobie could stand and go to see the man's hand surrounded his arm and almost his shoulder, slowly he moved his head looking at Hobie already with the mask with the same eyes "Venom" the word barely came out of his mouth before fainting right there, "Man" he shook a little the man who did not answer the call, he grabbed his wrist and made sure it was still pulsing, he sighed to confirm that he still had one.
With curiosity he still stood up and went to the other wall, his pupils dilated to adjust, making an effort to make sense of what he saw he pulled out a small lamp that almost always carried with him. By turning it on and focusing on one point, it almost fall due to the shock of seeing blood scattered all over the wall as if it were fresh paint, two hands clinging to some blackjacks and the other two mutilated, the most perverse being that the arms were not held on any body, left to drift. Without looking again, he addressed the man, carried him between his shoulders and went to get help.
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When you approached Venom took control again --With whom do you want to start?-- You did not answer this because one of them ran to both and with the synthetic symbiote lengthened their arm and with his limbs ripped yours, the same damn arm where you had cut before, with a look at the damage it immediately closed and furiously Venom roared.
Without much effort you rushed to the man, grabbing his head and squeezing it, he resisted and trying to free his substance tried to protect the man, before any of them could do anything Venom's mouth lashed with his skull, who at the moment of contact with his teeth broke leaving him lifeless.
The remaining policeman finally reacted by jumping on you and trying to attack the neck, he bit you, in response you whipped the body against the wall repeatedly until it was weakened, when the grip was less you went back through the head but first whipped until the blood dripped soaking the wall, savoring in anticipation the tongue lengthened until reaching the head testing the blood that kept coming out and slowly drained the body.
You didn't know if feeling disgusted, horrorized, or what, the strength you had, the power to see their frightened eyes as others looked at them. It was an overload of emotions. But still, you wanted more.
After nothing left of their heads you attacked the body "Leave their arms" you voiced Venom "Bullshit" protested but your tone and thought made it leave it "Leave their arms", when finished, a part of your face was discovered, you took air and exhale strongly but you stopped to hear someone else’s drowned cry and there you remembered, the man.
The poor man thought he was in a horror movie or in hell itself after witnessing the abominations that happened. The bad thing is that he also saw part of your face, you both walked toward him, he only with his hands receded until he was trapped between the wall and you, without touching him you simply took your finger to your mouth to indicate that he remained silent, in order not to draw more attention that you already did, you climbed the buildings, when you noticed someone approaching, spider-man. From the nerves you took control and fled from there, any part of the city would be better than staying there.
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He swung out of the hospital after making sure that the man was in better hands, of course he did not trust too much since it was obvious that the man could not afford something like this but some doctors had assured that there would be no problem.
He continued swinging until he reached a street where he removed anything that seemed suspicious, walked immersed in his thoughts, in what should have happened. To clear his mind he went to a small park near where he was, when he arrived he saw how there were still a lot of people, it always seemed curious to him how they could continue with their activities in a government like the current one, how nobody was always the same and that everyone changed at all times, how everyone had their ideals, dreams, aspirations, something to fight for.
When he reached a bench he noticed the person sitting on the opposite side, without paying attention he took a seat and lay one leg on another without removing his hands from his pockets admiring the landscape and relaxed his face.
(__) had come before he sat on the bench without moving, for some reason they knew that the man next to him was spider man, the nerves were so much that they felt how their hands were sweating --Can you relax? It is impossible for him to recognize you-- Venom tried to calm them down but they ignored them --Even if that old man had said something, there is no way he knows how you look-- their eyes moved to observe the companion; his vest adorned with pins, his choker with stoperoles, his piercings in the eyebrow, his pants imitating leggins, his wicks, his expression. Their eyes were so focused that when they noticed his eyes moving to see them quickly looked away.
By moving his eyes Hobie was able to better appreciate them, how they dressed, their posture, their body language, when looking at their face he recognized who it was. He had already seen them several times at concerts or protests always attracting his attention but they never seemed to warn of Hobie's existence. At least not as prominent as him.
He shook his leg to the rhythm of a song, seeing other places at other people until he talked "Night's been very fucked up" they put their eyes on Hobie again "I bet that police still remembers you well" with that word almost gives them a heart attack "Police?" the voice trembled "You're the one who hit that police with his shield, Or not?."
A smile appeared on the man’s face as he remembered, him turning to see them and leaned down on his legs and arms "I think I recognize someone who removes their stupid shield from one of them" their fingers traced their hand quickly, with an exhalation (__) tried to calm down "It depends on who's asking" they kept avoiding eye contact, which he noticed "Then I must have been wrong, but you know, that was really cool and fun" he lay back on the back "I’m Hobie, by the way" a second, six, twenty, a minute, two and they gave no answer --what happens? Did you leave your tongue with the cops?-- Venom mocked --Don’t make your nervousness too evident just tell him your name, or lie to him and let’s get out of here, I’m still hungry.--
(__) stood on the bench and with their whole body giving their face to Hobie replied "(__), I am (__)" this one who no longer expected any answer from their part smiled again, a little less obvious and he moved his head, "Nice to meet ya" so they started to move away until they heard "Y'know, this Friday there will be a concert in ****, You should be there, maybe we need help to knock down some things" they just turned and nodded slightly to say, "I'll do my best, Hobie Brown" their voice intermingled with Venom's.
For a minute Hobie remained unmoved thinking he had heard badly,he never told you his last name, did he? And that grave that came out of you, nah "Shit, I need a damn nap" he ran his hand all over his face. 10 minutes after you left he did the same taking advantage of his powers to arrive earlier and lie on his bed and stay there until he wanted.
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"Idiot, how do you say his fucking name?" Already in your house you were going round and round in your room "He did not realize, you saw how it was" you sat abruptly in the bed and put your hands on your face "This is not real, this is not real" your hands tightened and began to scratch your face "Hey, hey, calm down a little, I can feel it, you know " it came out a little to show your face "I’m so fucked up" you murmured before everything happened hit you and you fainted.
thought about the character too hard
here he goes, the great inspiration of my life,
Hobie “Spider-Punk” Brown 🎸🇬🇧
AU master-post
Angry too
Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader
Words: 3,700
Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. Now that days had passed you try to make this work. New discoveries make it difficult.
Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!
<Chapter 1 / Chapter 3>
The sound of the clock hands widened throughout the room, the wind continually passed through the window and moved the curtains as if they were waves of the sea.
You ate a chocolate bar, the third to be exact, lying down at the expense of your bed --I’m hungry-- said Venom, but it passed on deaf ears on your part --I need food-- you turned your eyes and with an annoying tone you moved your head as if they were somewhere else in the room and raised the chocolate bar "We are eating."
"You know what I mean" by going back to bed aggressively you left the chocolate and focused on observing the ceiling that seemed degraded thanks to the light of the bulb and the noise made by the clock hanging on the same wall "No, all this is your fucking fault" this seemed to bother the symbiote that with your hand hit you in the face "Who fucked up it was you, or was I who wanted to leave the fucking arms apart?" you stood out of bed, turning your back, then turning and moving your arms trying to explain "I was upset! Ok?, those assholes deserved it" you took the chocolate and gave another bite.
--And now they look for us for that-- the despair was so much that your hands involuntarily squeezed your face, you wanted to scream because, well, it really was your fault as possibly if you hadn't left the arms it would look like any other crime, where the police and the government would not give it so much importance as to look for a guilty or someone to put behind bars, where they would explain that despite the violence and 'immorality' that is lived these days they would work so that the country remains great and safe while they themselves cornered it for their own benefit.
But this was not a mere crime and they knew it, another threat to those of their kind, they didn’t care about those men because they have people in line waiting to fill their jobs but this is different, they wouldn’t allow more dissents --You’re ruining the chocolate-- you put the chocolate on your desk aggressively "I give a damn about the fucking chocolate. I'm not supposed to have a parasite on me, This is not supposed to happen, but the important thing is the chocolate!."
--Parasite!?-- suddenly your hands pinched your skin with everything and nails --I’m not a parasite!-- the pinches moved to other parts of your body each with more force than the previous one "Son of a bitch, let me go!" Venom’s head came out in front of you "Excuse yourself" trying not to show the pain with a serious face even though they knew it was not, you spoke "Fuck you" before anything else happened the door opened without warning, Venom quickly disappeared from sight, with wet eyes you turned "Everything all right honey?." Your mother asked, her face looked worried and moved her head trying to find something "Yes, why?" you tried to sound relaxed "It seemed to me that you were talking to someone" without thinking about it much you responded immediately "It was the radio" without believing you completely she nodded "Okay, goodnight" she took the handle and slowly started to close the door "Good night."
A few seconds passed until Venom came out again and gave you a big hit on the head so hard that you moaned in pain and fell to the floor almost touching the mattress "Was that necessary?", "Totally necessary, no doubt" they smiled at you and approaching your face a little, they waited, doing what seemed eye contact since it had no iris or pupils, you snorted, you squeezed the jaw knowing what they wanted "Sorry" you whispered "Did you say something?" they rubbed their mocking smile at you "You’re enjoying it too much" you roled your eyes and making a few grimaces you said again "I’m sorry, you’re not a parasite" this satisfied Venom who took refuge in your body --At least it was sincere.--
Inhaling and exhaling to calm yourself you saw the time on the clock with its tick tack banging in your ears, there you remembered what Hobie had said.
It was still early or so you supposed for the concert, because those you have attended were always late at night and in many cases in abandoned places, you spent some time deciding what to do.
The silence did not last too long since you went to close the door, with a little hurried step you opened the closet and took out some clothes with colder tones --What are you doing?-- without giving them an answer they gave an explanation --You fell into his charms-- you roled your eyes agian, while you changed "I didn’t fall into anyone’s charms" now you tied your laces "I just want to see the concert" and with the new outfit you opened the window completely --I’m not sure-- you walked to the desk and took the chocolate trying not to sound very sure of yourself "I thought maybe you would like some policeman but the choco-" before finishing, several tendrils came out of the window and without warning they carried you out of the room --So what are we waiting for!?--
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And so it was, very early for the concert; people barely arrived, and the sound tests were barely carried out. Leaning on a wall you watched how the instruments tuned, how some people used the microphone to say anything, from time to time giving you a pain in your head because of the various gaps that made unbearable highs.
You were so focused on this that Hobie's figure approaching went through the background until he put his hand on your shoulder "(__) good'ya could came" with a little spasm of fright you turned to see him you tilted your head back because he was taller "Yeah" something nervous you moved your feet without knowing how to continue the conversation.
"Hey, I apologize for my behavior of the other time, I was a bit agitated and-", "You don’t have t'explain anythin' to me, I’m glad you’re here" he said, looking you in the eyes, he leaned on the wall "Though it's early for ya t'arrive" he smiled, he put his hands into his pockets and pulled out a coin by turning it with his fingers "You never said the time" your eyes seeing its movement and then his face "It’s never important" he locked the coin in his palm "Besides, if I had told ya, would ya've arrived before anyway?" You thought about it a little "No" he smiled and continued to move the coin "Then it wasn´t important" you smiled a little.
After several minutes of comfortable silence, something more confident and trying not to pay much attention to others you answered Hobie’s question "You won’t believe me this. But…" the laughter of shame and fun to remember the moment made it difficult, you took air and calmed down "I am the one who beat the policeman with his shield" his smile grew bigger and the current followed "You? Who would say it, this very fine person a pig thug" He made a few clicks with his tongue as he moved his head in the form of reproach, another laugh escaped you "I know, I’m sure he wants a revenge", "Oh, of course, he must be training right now, waiting for his nemesis" another dephasing occurred but this caused you more pain, you brought a hand to your head "Are ya okay?" he asked "Yes, I’m okay, just a little headache" Hobie accepted the answer "If ya feel the same, ya can tell me and I'll help ya" you nodded and thanked the gesture, a boy who seemed to be one of the members of the band he would play approached and asked him for help for something you could not understand very well "Be back in a minute" you nodded again.
As he walked away Venom took the opportunity to have your attention --I'm hungry (__), I’m getting upset-- with the relaxed countenance you talked "I told you that after the concert we would go for food" your stomach roared and some of your muscles tightened up --But every minute that passes I have more and more appetite from their brains, I could eat some of them now-- then you clarified it "You’re not going to eat anyone here, we are going to wait until it is midnight if necessary. Do you understand me?" Venom complained for another time --Why?-- You raised your shoulders "I don’t know… because i say so."
After a while there were enough people and the heat began to isolate in the building but the lights were still on, turning you saw that Hobie was returning, it was not difficult to find him because of his stature, making his way among the people until he was in front of you.
The laughter, conversations and among other things made it difficult to hear so he bowed until his lips were at the same height as your ears "All good?" His voice was firm and clear, you raised yours "Yes, thank you" from one moment to another the lights went off, the only ones that remained were the ones that gave to the stage where several members barely climbed and took their positions and some neons that the people carried, several shouted "I'll play the guitar, their guitarist couldn't come" he raised his voice and although it was to let you know it also seemed as if he asked your permission not to leave you alone as it was not what he planned to do "Okay, luck!" your throat hurt a little to scream, with the light around you could discern how he winked you and without losing another second he made his way again to reach the stage.
The band introduced its members and said the first song that would be played, the furor grew and grew. The whole atmosphere was gradually building and you enjoyed that, rotating your attention among the band as Hobie was preparing to start playing, his sweaty skin seemed to shine when the light hit him and reflected like a diamond, his body language seemed so calm, as if he were the only one in all the surroundings and the music was inside him waiting to come out, with his hands and fingers on the strings he began to play just like the others.
Normally you would have enjoyed the song but this time it was different, when the sound came to you an immense pain attacked your whole body as if something was biting your nerves and they were burning your skin, it was so unbearable that you covered your ears but it did not seem to diminish, trying to get out as quickly as possible you pushed the people who were near the exit no matter their annoyance.
Your eyes were clouded by pain until you finally reached the frame of the door through which you had passed, without looking back you ran out. After running for a while you stopped in pain, you knelt completely, your hands held your head with enough grip, your pupils were very dilated and your breathing was erratic. You felt how Venom was weak, taking a few puffs of air you put your hands on the floor and waited for the pain to dissipate, you regulated your breathing and stood slowly, your step was the same but that did not matter, at least you were far away from there.
As you walked through the streets you were gaining strength and Venom was the same as you decided to ask "What was that?" people passed by you immersed in their own bussiness --I am vulnerable to some frequencies or sounds, I thought you would have noticed by now-- you stopped completely, by doing this you collided with someone "Watch out!" the person yelled at you without turning to see you or even stopping, for a second you followed him with your eyes before puffing and taking your thumb and index finger to the root of your nose.
You walked to the edge and let the wind caress your face, the steps of people combined with the sound of cars passing by or the talks they had if they were accompanied were reassuring, something that lately was rare in your life for the whole matter of adapting to Venom, the search for the police that was just started was very rigorous and having to keep a low profile in the places you went.
You took this moment to think, at first in banal things to distract you but your mind played against you so you started to think about the previous things and the anger bubbled in your mind, your life had changed in such a short time and that frustrated you, as there was not even enough time to process it, the new sensations, the new knowledge provided by the symbiote, you were angry that you had to pretend that everything was fine when it was not. You were frustrated as the police became more violent when trying to find Venom, how everything seemed like a witch hunt... and the fact that everything would have been easier if you hadn't made that decision.
You felt the tears accumulating in your eyes, trying to dissipate them you turned your head slightly until your field of vision caught some posters stuck on the wall right next to you, seeing them totally you ripped one of them and took your original position. The paper prevented you from seeing your face reading the printed; a poster of is sought with the image of a symbiote, below as caption some vague descriptions but you knew what they were… your descriptions, at the end of this a warning of how dangerous it could be that the 'threat' was free and the reward.
"Shit."
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The sounds of the bones cracking and then breaking were more prominent than those of the flesh being chewed and swallowed aggressively, this time without leaving even a drop of blood. The remaining body was kept in place already dead by internal fractures, waiting for its turn at the banquet that took place in there.
The gloomy smell kept people away except for rats or ravens who were eagerly waiting for leftovers to feed on that night. Returning to the interior of their host, they turned to the sides to make sure nothing risked them and calmly lay on the nearest wall, inhale deeply "You and I need to talk", --What do you mean?-- they put their elbows on their knees and one hand on the other "If we want this to work, I need you to tell me things like before, before they happen. I need to know about you so I can handle this better" they sighed and stretched out their hands --You’re right (__), I want to know you and I, I regret not having been clearer before-- (__) took their face between their arms and tried to suppress a laugh "It sounded like we are in a relationship" their countenance relaxed.
They pulled out their head and saw the sky for a while before resuming the conversation "Anyway I already resigned myself with you" they tried to annoy Venom and it worked as their hand moved involuntarily and hit their opposite arm.
With a smile, they stood "Do you still have room for another?" Venom wrapped their body "Always" they ran his tongue through their teeth and walked to the remaining body and grabbed it by the waist opening their mouth as much as they could to continue the meal.
The concert was over an hour ago, most had already left for that point and the only ones left were those of the band, who helped to uninstall and collect the instruments as well as someone else who talked to them.
Hobie was leaning on the stage platform tuning his guitar again but his mind was elsewhere, he ran his fingers through the strings getting the corresponding notes until the boy from before spoke to him. "Hobie" caught his attention, he turned to see him and in response he got him to just make a sign with his chin. He continued with his eyes until I fell on the figure of (__) standing in front of the gate and when connecting his eyes with theirs, they offered him a smile that reciprocated.
They approached him until they were at his side and he stopped playing, both were looking for the words to address the other and when they found them they expressed them in unison "Sorry for not being there", "Sorry for not being there". "What are you talking about?", "What ya talking about?" They smiled looking at the floor, "I didn’t think you would come back." (__) tied their hands from behind and leaned on the platform just like Hobie did, "I felt better" he saw them, looked at their expression and really looked better but something had changed, he could not say at that moment exactly but later he would.
"I could've helped ya but I was here playing the tunes" he indicate back with my head but you refused "Don't worry, I am sorry for not having heard even one song" they raise their hand with the index finger, the guitarist left his place and walked a few steps back "What do you think about this? As a consolation prize for both of us, I can play some, so you can enjoy the show and I can spend more time with ya" their heart shuddered and without realizing their pupils dilated again but this time it was not for pain, --Uhhh, What a man-- Venom made other organs shudder as if it were butterflies in the stomach.
"I would love it but I have to get to my house, I don’t want my family to realize I'm not in the house" another reason to hate the p.m. "And tomorrow I have to leave early with them" and the A.M.
He approached you as he removed a pin from his vest and grabbed your right hand stretching it to put the object in the palm of your hand "Then you can return this t'me later… or you can keep it. The park seems to me the best option" somewhat confused you watched the pin and closed your hand when he took his hand off "But this is yours" he put his guitar on his back and put his hands in his pockets "Nah, that's an invention of capitalism to justify consumerism based on the feeling of belonging and exclusivity" you looked up and appreciated all the piercings on his face, as his hair was still amazing even after so many hours, the tone of his skin; everything seemed to be in harmony in the discord of his style "Ok" was the only thing that came out of your lips, moving from panorama your eyes examined other parts of Hobie until the part of his wrist caught your attention, this was totally different from the punk style of the boy; the bracelet was more futuristic as if it had been ripped from a robot and put on him.
But putting that aside… you had to leave "The park sounds good" you pointed at the door "Have to leave now" with a hurried pace you went before stopping and turning toward Hobie "Saturday at 5?" his smile was bent and opened his arms, his vest moving to adapt "Is the time important?" god how many times you have smiled?, your face is starting to hurt "No, but it is a recommendation" you waved your hands "See you" he took out one of his hands and semi-closed said goodbye so you went your way.
After you left the building one of the people who were there and had seen a little of the interaction between you said, "Don’t you think they should go with someone?" with his eyes fixed on the door Hobie spoke "They know how to hit, ask the policeman" several were surprised "Then if was who we thought?" his watch began to beep, he raised his wrist to see what it was about. "It depends on who's asking", he said goodbye and left to gather his suit and to open the portal that would transport him to his next mission with some anomaly, this was a symbiote.
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With all the possible delicacy you opened the window and entered your room, the lights off made the task more complicated but you succeeded, walking to the other side where you turned on the desk lamp. You moved the chair so you could sit down --See? No one broke in here--, "Because obviously I wouldn’t leave the window open for anyone to come in" you whispered, the cold outside was taking place inside --I don’t think we should continue to see him-- maybe it was the best option since Hobie Brown: Spiderman wasn’t necessarily a sympathizer with the symbionts. But this was different, wasn’t it?
"We are not like those bastards" you grabbed the chocolate bar half-eaten "I'll think of a way to make all this work" you gave a bite and chewed slowly to enjoy the taste trying to dilute that of the cops. You took a piece of paper out of one of your pockets and unfolded it, you closed the window with the help of Venom, you looked back at it, analyzed the details of the print as well as the choice of words, colors and typography. With the other empty hand you looked for the adhesive tape and cut it with your teeth placing it on the top of the sheet and immediately stuck it right at the height of your face. At the end you kept watching it for a while until you stand up and go to your bed to sleep.
If they were hunting you. You would hunt them down, in the shadows, mercilessly. After all, you are Venom.
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