[ with a mouth like Venom's, Jason can't blame him. he follows Eddie off the plane, looking around. the heat hits him and it actually feels really damn nice. ]
We did it. We really fucking did it.
[Jason sits down next to him, bumping his shoulder, then holds his hand out for Eddie's phone.]
I'm gonna hold you to that, babe. Gimme your phone and I'll look some shit up. Maybe we can find a beach that isn't as populated. That would be cool, right? Something more chill?
( eddie hands it over easily and leans back in his seat, marveling. from the airport alone, there's not much difference between here and where they were before, but the fact that they made this far is pretty wild to him.
eddie hadn't been on a plane since that trip to colorado, and he's pretty sure venom had him under the whole time. )
Yeah... the less people, the better. We could have a whole beach to ourselves.
( as for the phone, there's nothing too damning on it. his recent searches are for writer jobs in florida and beach-side condos, while his last texts have been pretty benign legal advice from anne about how to fly across the country without getting arrested. )
[ Jason't traveled more the last handful of months than he ever imagined he'd travel before, and he's still in awe of it. he can't wait to explore this place, especially with Eddie. Jason's proud of him. ]
Think we'll get that lucky?
[Jason takes the phone from him and starts looking some stuff up. he doesn't imagine there's anything damning on Eddie's phone, and he's thankful that Anne helped them out. They'd probably both be screwed without her. after a while, he holds the phone back out to Eddie.]
Oh hey, look at this one... it's pretty fucking sweet. Says here it doesn't have as many hotels and tourist attractions so people tend not to go there as much. Bingo, man.
I don't know, man. Having a perfectly good beach that no one goes to sounds like it might be too good to be true, but... You know, gift horses and stuff. Let's check it out.
( he stands, grabbing his bag. )
I'll hail an Uber. See if there's like a Target or something near the beach. And think of stuff we're gonna need. Y'know, blankets, tent stuff... marshmallows. Junk food.
It's just cause they don't have as much stuff around there. Less bars and entertainment. More like a quiet part of time.
[Jason gets up too, handing Eddie's phone back so they can uber this shit. he has a good feeling about this.]
Maybe some beach chairs too while we're at it. We'll be around for a while. I got a good tip that we're not gonna die by symbiote invasion any time soon. Not today or tomorrow or even like 30 years from now.
( he makes his way to the door, partially because he wants to get a glimpse of their new home, and partially because he has a feeling that ubers won’t take long to arrive at an airport. they’re probably patrolling the place in droves.
once outside, he gets momentarily distracted from the task at hand by the heat, and the palm trees, and the lizards running freely along the ground.
it’s not San Fran, and it’s definitely not Detroit. )
Knull? No, dude, Knull is coming. He’s, like, here. I can… I dunno, I feel him. He’s on his way as we speak.
Nah, dude. He's not. V told me. I mean yeah ok maybe he's on his way but V's connected to him and all that shit and he said that tomorrow in symbiote speak is like, 30 fucking thousand years for us, so....
[this is so far from what Gotham's like that Jason can't even compartmentalize it. it's just a whole other world, and he's here for it.]
We can take a breather. We can get a beach house and get V back in full form, and that's all we gotta think about for the immediate future.
Nah dude, he wasn't fucking with me. We were having a real heart to heart. He was giving me the total lowdown.
[he knows how much Eddie's been struggling with this and that it's a huge shock, but it's also the best news they've gotten in a long time. Things might be great, not just good.
but Eddie's question has him slowing down a moment.]
No, man, it doesn't. I mean, it does. It changes a lot. But not, like— y'know.
( while their uber is on route, eddie stands and begins pacing the length of the bench, which is only about four steps in each direction. )
We can't live off the principle of hashtag yolo when the world's not ending in a week, man. We can't live off my dad's death inheritance thing for like more than another week, maybe? Then... we're gonna have to get serious, y'know? Get jobs. Real jobs. That pay money. Sustainably. And... a smaller beach house.
( what do you mean you can't live like there's no tomorrow when there's ACTUALLY going to be a tomorrow. )
I mean, it felt pretty certain when I looked God in the eye and felt my soul get ripped from my body… Or felt Venom get, like, sucked into the nether… which I imagine is the same feeling.
It’s like… dying. Being torn into pieces, feeling everything that Venom ever touched turn to ashes inside of me. Don’t think I could believe in a more finite end if I tried.
( maybe that’s a dramatization, but the day he met knull is going to be something he talks about in therapy for a while.
yeah, jason’s been playing the role of an anchor way more than he probably should be. )
The tent is a temporary thing. We can’t be Tent People forever.
Yeah... that makes sense. I get that you were freaked out and worried and you've been on edge ever since. Look, it's alright, ok? This is a good thing. The life stuff, we can figure that out. All that fucking matters is that we know we're gonna live through that life stuff.
[Jason was face to face with Venom when he had that poison inside of him, and that was pretty bad. he can't even imagine what Knull was like for Eddie, and he knows that demons follow, digging a deep hole inside of you. the thing is, he doesn't want Eddie to get consumed by it, knowing the threat of tomorrow never coming isn't here anymore.]
So we get a smaller beach house then. I've slept in worse places than a tent. I'm cool with anything. I can get a job as a stripper.
Okay, yeah, maybe, but you’re not becoming a stripper.
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Joint OnlyFans at best.
( he gets what jason is saying, though. it’s what he always says — it’ll be okay. maybe it’s because he’s young and full of hope, but sometimes wanting things to work out isn’t enough to make it so.
eddie knows that a little too well.
no time to dwell on that, though. the uber’s pulling up, and eddie’s too polite to keep him waiting for long. once inside, though, he’s not too polite to pull jason in for a kiss in the backseat, which might be arguably worse. )
[Jason usually isn't the one saying it'll be okay and he rarely ever has hope, but Eddie's been so down about things lately that Jason's pretty much switched it up. he's gotta bring it, or they'd both spiral horribly.
things dont' work out for Jason, they never have. but he's hopeful when it comes to Eddie. he can't let it go bad twice.
he was worried there for a moment when he thought Eddie might've wanted to switch gears, but they're alright. when Eddie pulls him into the cab to kiss him, he wants to feel like everything will be alright. he kisses back, slow and deep, because he's feeling it.]
Thanks for sticking with me, Eddie. I know this shit's been fucking rough.
What? Yeah, dude, of course. I'm always gonna stick with you. Rough is just... it's part of it, y'know? Things worth having aren't easy.
( the uber driver looks at them all cuddled up in the backseat via the rear view mirror, but drives off anyway. he knows where he's going, so it's not like he needs input from either of them. )
You ever see the ocean out in Gotham? That's sort of near a beach, right?
[Jason teases just a little, but snuggles into Eddie's side. goddamn, he's become such a clingy motherfucker, huh.]
There's one at the Jersey short but I never went off that way. Can't really count the docks off Gotham harbor, they've pulled way too many dead bodies outta there for it to be a legit beach.
Maybe that's what I'll do. You strip, I make cute little greeting cards. That actually sounds like a sorta fun job...
( fun, sure, but eddie would need to do more for people than just stuff cliches into envelopes. he needs to invoke real change, otherwise he'd feel as if he's not doing enough.
maybe christmas cards on the side. )
Yeah, no... Not a beach. Dead bodies nullify beach status.
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We did it. We really fucking did it.
[Jason sits down next to him, bumping his shoulder, then holds his hand out for Eddie's phone.]
I'm gonna hold you to that, babe. Gimme your phone and I'll look some shit up. Maybe we can find a beach that isn't as populated. That would be cool, right? Something more chill?
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eddie hadn't been on a plane since that trip to colorado, and he's pretty sure venom had him under the whole time. )
Yeah... the less people, the better. We could have a whole beach to ourselves.
( as for the phone, there's nothing too damning on it. his recent searches are for writer jobs in florida and beach-side condos, while his last texts have been pretty benign legal advice from anne about how to fly across the country without getting arrested. )
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Think we'll get that lucky?
[Jason takes the phone from him and starts looking some stuff up. he doesn't imagine there's anything damning on Eddie's phone, and he's thankful that Anne helped them out. They'd probably both be screwed without her. after a while, he holds the phone back out to Eddie.]
Oh hey, look at this one... it's pretty fucking sweet. Says here it doesn't have as many hotels and tourist attractions so people tend not to go there as much. Bingo, man.
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Is it haunted?
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[Jason pulls the phone back to himself and scrolls a little more, reading random shit that he clicks on.]
Don't think so. There's nothing about any hauntings or demons or shit like that. Not even the sketchier sites. I think we're good.
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( he stands, grabbing his bag. )
I'll hail an Uber. See if there's like a Target or something near the beach. And think of stuff we're gonna need. Y'know, blankets, tent stuff... marshmallows. Junk food.
Important stuff.
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[Jason gets up too, handing Eddie's phone back so they can uber this shit. he has a good feeling about this.]
Maybe some beach chairs too while we're at it. We'll be around for a while. I got a good tip that we're not gonna die by symbiote invasion any time soon. Not today or tomorrow or even like 30 years from now.
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once outside, he gets momentarily distracted from the task at hand by the heat, and the palm trees, and the lizards running freely along the ground.
it’s not San Fran, and it’s definitely not Detroit. )
Knull? No, dude, Knull is coming. He’s, like, here. I can… I dunno, I feel him. He’s on his way as we speak.
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[this is so far from what Gotham's like that Jason can't even compartmentalize it. it's just a whole other world, and he's here for it.]
We can take a breather. We can get a beach house and get V back in full form, and that's all we gotta think about for the immediate future.
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…Are you sure? Does Venom know how to tell time? Like, Earth time?
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[Jason snags Eddie's hand.]
It's not gonna be tomorrow. He's fucking 30,000 light years away.
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( thousands? thousands with a 't'? )
We almost called the Justice League on a problem that's 30 THOUSAND years in the future?
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[Jason has to laugh though because look, it's such a relief.]
It's good. It's good fucking news, man. We can focus on getting V back and figure the rest out later.
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( okay, after setting aside his shock long enough to use his phone to order them an uber, he goes right back into being shocked. )
And if the world isn't ending tomorrow... what's the plan? I was sorta operating on the grounds that we all might die at any second.
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[he knows how much Eddie's been struggling with this and that it's a huge shock, but it's also the best news they've gotten in a long time. Things might be great, not just good.
but Eddie's question has him slowing down a moment.]
Why's it gotta change anything?
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( while their uber is on route, eddie stands and begins pacing the length of the bench, which is only about four steps in each direction. )
We can't live off the principle of hashtag yolo when the world's not ending in a week, man. We can't live off my dad's death inheritance thing for like more than another week, maybe? Then... we're gonna have to get serious, y'know? Get jobs. Real jobs. That pay money. Sustainably. And... a smaller beach house.
( what do you mean you can't live like there's no tomorrow when there's ACTUALLY going to be a tomorrow. )
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[jesus christ, Eddie. you're supposed to be the adult here. Jason's been doing a lot of the adulting though, but hey, he's not a teenager anymore.]
Eddie.
[Jason snags his hand and pulls him back over to him. he's been doing a lot of that lately too.]
Wasn't gonna go for extravagant anyways, man. We'll figure it out. We'll live in a tent for a while if we need to.
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It’s like… dying. Being torn into pieces, feeling everything that Venom ever touched turn to ashes inside of me. Don’t think I could believe in a more finite end if I tried.
( maybe that’s a dramatization, but the day he met knull is going to be something he talks about in therapy for a while.
yeah, jason’s been playing the role of an anchor way more than he probably should be. )
The tent is a temporary thing. We can’t be Tent People forever.
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[Jason was face to face with Venom when he had that poison inside of him, and that was pretty bad. he can't even imagine what Knull was like for Eddie, and he knows that demons follow, digging a deep hole inside of you. the thing is, he doesn't want Eddie to get consumed by it, knowing the threat of tomorrow never coming isn't here anymore.]
So we get a smaller beach house then. I've slept in worse places than a tent. I'm cool with anything. I can get a job as a stripper.
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…
Joint OnlyFans at best.
( he gets what jason is saying, though. it’s what he always says — it’ll be okay. maybe it’s because he’s young and full of hope, but sometimes wanting things to work out isn’t enough to make it so.
eddie knows that a little too well.
no time to dwell on that, though. the uber’s pulling up, and eddie’s too polite to keep him waiting for long. once inside, though, he’s not too polite to pull jason in for a kiss in the backseat, which might be arguably worse. )
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[Jason usually isn't the one saying it'll be okay and he rarely ever has hope, but Eddie's been so down about things lately that Jason's pretty much switched it up. he's gotta bring it, or they'd both spiral horribly.
things dont' work out for Jason, they never have. but he's hopeful when it comes to Eddie. he can't let it go bad twice.
he was worried there for a moment when he thought Eddie might've wanted to switch gears, but they're alright. when Eddie pulls him into the cab to kiss him, he wants to feel like everything will be alright. he kisses back, slow and deep, because he's feeling it.]
Thanks for sticking with me, Eddie. I know this shit's been fucking rough.
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( the uber driver looks at them all cuddled up in the backseat via the rear view mirror, but drives off anyway. he knows where he's going, so it's not like he needs input from either of them. )
You ever see the ocean out in Gotham? That's sort of near a beach, right?
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[Jason teases just a little, but snuggles into Eddie's side. goddamn, he's become such a clingy motherfucker, huh.]
There's one at the Jersey short but I never went off that way. Can't really count the docks off Gotham harbor, they've pulled way too many dead bodies outta there for it to be a legit beach.
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( fun, sure, but eddie would need to do more for people than just stuff cliches into envelopes. he needs to invoke real change, otherwise he'd feel as if he's not doing enough.
maybe christmas cards on the side. )
Yeah, no... Not a beach. Dead bodies nullify beach status.
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[yeah, he knows. he knows how Eddie is. how much he wants to change things. Jason's not there yet. he's still stuck on how much he hurts people.]
So this'll be my first real beach experience, then. I like having my first times with you.
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