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[spiderballet]

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“Oh, look at you! Looks like there’s  more than one of these pests around.”

I’m not a pest.

[trickshxt]

They say he has a history; a file so thick it had splattered coffee across his desk. It had been more blacked out pages than anything at all. Oh they gave him the basics all right. (They always did and it was hard not to suspect it was for liability reasons more than safety or well-being.) But it had still taken him awhile to track one Eddie Brock down.

He’s been tailing him for the past few days now and so far? The redacted parts of the folder have yet to make sense. Why the FBI has its sights on the hulking, brooding guy currently plodding along the sidewalk is beyond him. All he knows is: in his experience? It’s usually for no good reason.

His hands itch for a cigarette (he really needs to quit). Or a hot dog. Something, anything, to beat out the winter chill. Alas, he’s still on duty and creature comforts wait until the job is done. 

At the light, he pulls his phone out and pretends the reason he’s there at all is for anything other than the man in front of him.

[corruptedspider]

“If we were friends, I wouldn’t even be here. Haven’t you heard? I have none.” 

At least not anymore. One little mistake lead to another, then another,  and eventually a cascade of them. Truth be told, Peter never knew when to quit or even shut up, but he was attempting to… even if it was slowly.

“Besides, I have nowhere else to go.” His apartment could work, but he truly doubted that would make things easier. Far too many people knew where it was and the last thing he wanted to do was run into any of his former friends.

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[sistersweird]

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Usually, when people saw him undressed, it was because something happened to his other. It wasn’t generally because three witches randomly broke into his apartment while he was in the shower. Eddie came out in just a pair of boxer-briefs, rubbing a towel over his hair only to stop in his tracks at the sight of them.

He snorted loudly and let the towel fall around his neck as he moved to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for himself. “Invasion of privacy is bad, or is that not something they taught you girls in your witch-school?”

The girls were spread out in his living room. Dorcas poking around his shelves curiously, Agatha on the counter in the kitchen, watching Eddie appreciatively, and Prudence on his couch, seated and drinking a cup of tea.

All of them turned to watch him as Prudence arched her brow.

“If you didn’t want us inside, you should have secured your home better, lord,” she said easily smirking at him.  “And I’m afraid we probably have different ideas about...privacy than you do.”

[hellfirebound]

Maybe that wasn’t exactly the right words. Explanations took time and quite honestly? Ky didn’t think he’d  have enough time. Especially when he had… someone with loads of teeth barred  at him. 

“Right,” he said, sucking in a deep breath, and trying to calm himself. “Explanations.“  He wanted to say this wasn’t what it looked like. That leaving a trail of bodies was something he’d been trying to avoid, but that wasn’t the case. Old habits died hard and Ky’lar’s? They always had a habit of coming back.

“This,” he gestured around him,  “— yeah, sorry isn’t going to cut it, is it?” Most likely not, but  he was at least going to try. The last thing he wanted to was to get a closer look of those... teeth.

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[sxbjectxvii-a]

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Back to the homeless habits when he was a teen. Except nothing was normal, he blackouts, and who knew how quiet he actually was at night. At least, unfortunately, with these great new skills he possessed thanks to the animus, Desmond was able to at least steal money to pay for convenient store sandwiches. Or just sneak in in the subtlest of ways and steal what was needed. ...Not that he didn’t leave money, it was easier to just not have the law hammer down on him when he was a fugitive of Abstero. So far the goal was hiding in any abandoned building not even daring teens would go near to sleep, and get the hell out of the city. Easier said than done when he could barely even think straight from the pain in his arm. In an alleyway. Inhaling a cheap ass deli sandwich so he could work on a better plan on how to migrate into a cave. Maybe wrestle a bear. Maybe befriend that bear and teach it to detect intruders. Desmond rubbed his head with his good hand, feeling another painful headache starting to form again. It would have been easier if he just died, wouldn’t it, he bitterly thought to himself, before bristling up from dirt being crushed under a shoe. Whomever they were, they were close enough to probably figure out he is. “Oh, fuck me.”

[symbiotesynergy]

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“Be good, I’ll be here to pick you up at two,” Eddie said, offering a small smile to his daughter. It was weird. Their first day of school after adopting her. But he was really hoping this would be good for her, and that she’d enjoy being around some kids her own age.

 “First time?” Rosa asked, once the little blond girl had left her father. Her own daughter had rushed off earlier. The large man looked a little out of his element, so she smiled at him.

“It’ll all be alright, I got nervous my first time, when mine went off to kindergarten. It’s usually harder on us than them.”

[carnageborn]

Venom was right; Cletus didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to slaughter them. He could have simply walked away. Could have, but decided against it. “I had to do it,” he repeated, grin spreading across his lips. “They knew too much… about us. About me.”

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