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[brockjr-a]

continued ⸻ @brockbiote

peaking out from behind them, dylan watched the man he's saved running down the alley way and around the corner. relief, dropped his shoulders. hopefully the guy would get home safe. eyes darting toward the other scene in front of him. pulling back behind his fathers, the men hauled themselves up, almost tripping over themselves in fear. scattering like cowards, dylan thought

he hoped there wouldn't be a fight over this. they needed to talk things out, but he didn't want to fight. it just felt like everything was moving on so fast, while he was still trying to stay afloat.

as the scene finally settles down, he becomes very aware of the bystanders, most with their phones out, pointed toward them. dylan tugs his hoodie back over his head, a shiver running down his back. it really was only a short few... weeks? months? ago, dylan had been on live tv, letting the world into how broken down their family had come, and how he had stabbed his father. inching closer to them, his shoulders raised and squeezed in on himself.

this was going to go over great with the kids at school that already seemed to have it out for him for just.. existing as venom's kid, or having long hair, or being friends with bren, or being a little shorter, or a million other things kids could pick on him for. one of them bystanders seemed to be vlogging or live streaming with how animated they were being with their speech.

"can we go...?"

[falc0nsight-a]

head tilted back, taking in the size of the symbiote. sam swallowed, still on EDGE being in the other's company. honestly, venom gave him the heebie jeebies. but falcon was GOING to keep that to himself.

"should you distract the guards? pretty sure they'll shit their PANTS on the spot and leave the door wide open."

@brockbiote sent in: i need you to distract the guards .

[greatpowcrarchi]

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[shewalked]

@brockbiote​       ›    love story,   fearless

       ❝     i  love  you  -  and  that’s  all  i  R E A L L Y  know  . . .     ❞

[odisn]

❝      -------    WAIT .    WHAT DO YOU MEAN ,   he's escaped    ?      ❞      

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[wrathbit]

♡ but what if i said all three? 👀

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

oh to be enemies to lovers . . .

●○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ●○○○○ | INTEREST ○○○○○ | LOYALTY ○○○○○ | TRUST

big middle finger fr

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always a blonde man...

[wrathbit]

menace. 🥰

peter knows that he's hard to live with. he knows, okay ? he's had to live with himself for every waking moment of his life. every mistake, every choice, every conversation that dug him into holes he's still trying to climb out of. all he's ever done is try, even if the road takes him somewhere dark first. he's glad, now, that he tried extra hard with eddie. that he believed, even when everyone told him he shouldn't, THAT EDDIE COULD CHANGE. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

sometimes it's hard to wrap his head around how they got here, how peter even allowed himself to fall. but then he remembers who raised him and it all makes sense. he never could leave anything well enough alone, and he always waited, even after everyone else went home. ( MEET THEM WHERE THEY ARE, ) aunt may had said, not meet them where you want to. peter chose to sit there and work through it. to change. peter did not choose to fall in love. but he did let it happen.

when eddie comes home, peter's lounging on the dingy couch like some forlorn wife waiting for her soldier to return. it's not often they both have nothing to do, and peter's of the mind that they should take advantage of the time. he props his head and arms on the back of the couch, watching the other man walk in, a familiar heat lancing through his body. he wiggles his brows salaciously.

menace.

❛ your favorite one, ❜ he crows, the grin wide and dopey on his face. he could be worse, he knows, but isn't that true for the both of them ? ❛ c'mon, show this menace some love. i want a kiss. ❜

[wrathbit]

I'd rather die than work with you. ( @ ben ... as a treat )

a cursory glance is given, a veneer of unbothered, uncaring, unwanted. the presence of the other grates like teeth on a chalkboard. scraping, unpleasant and sharp across his mind. ❛ then die. ❜