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.
…
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.
First airplane ride, first time in Florida, first time going to a beach, first time dating a dude, hopefully the first time you almost died in Detroit... You sure that's not, like, overwhelming? That's a lot of shit to go through in one year. It might not be a bad thing to slow it down, y'know?
Living on ten all the time makes this feel like we're in a Vin Diesel movie.
[ he shrugs, glancing out the window to look at the palm trees for a moment cause this is the first time he's seeing those live, too. and then he looks back over at Eddie, sliding his hand into his. ]
Do you want it to slow down? Cause I'm good. I mean, some of it wasn't great, but most of it was good. I wouldn't mind slowing down with you, though.
[he glances at the driver, then gives Eddie an amused look.]
Uh, no. Babe. Not my first time. More like having a theoretical conversation on what our society constitutes as sex and what it doesn't. Not like there's a wrong answer either way. What people define as bodies and not-bodies is... it's interesting, actually. Personal, too. Everyone's different.
( jason shouldn't be too let down to know that eddie was a slut in his former life. it just means he's learned a lot of cool tricks along the way. )
I don't buy it; You're smart as shit. Concentrating, yeah, that... I get that. Sitting in a room for eight hours staring at a blackboard, sure. But no way were you bad at everything.
Oh. Okay, well. Pretty sure the part about sex is self explanatory no matter what society wants to say about it. I'm sure kids who have only gotten their dick's sucked would say you're right, though.
[was Eddie a slut? he doesn't really know about that. it's probably good they're talking though. they've been so caught up in the end of the world that it's been a while since they've had a conversation outside of it.]
I was good at landing my ass in the principle's office.
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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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First airplane ride, first time in Florida, first time going to a beach, first time dating a dude, hopefully the first time you almost died in Detroit... You sure that's not, like, overwhelming? That's a lot of shit to go through in one year. It might not be a bad thing to slow it down, y'know?
Living on ten all the time makes this feel like we're in a Vin Diesel movie.
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Do you want it to slow down? Cause I'm good. I mean, some of it wasn't great, but most of it was good. I wouldn't mind slowing down with you, though.
[he glances at the driver, then gives Eddie an amused look.]
First time I had sex with a dude too.
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( take your time. enjoy the sights. eddie isn’t going anywhere, and his fingers twining with jason’s affirms it. )
First time, and second time, and third time…
( he’s gonna leave this driver such a huge tip. )
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[Jason smiles when Eddie's fingers curl around his. it's Florida. the driver has probably seen way worse.]
Each time better than the last.
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( they’ll get their three puppers one day. )
You really never did anything with anyone before me?
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[he knows Eddie's right, though. they have to he able to feed themselves and a dog.]
Nah, not with guys. I made out a bunch with other guys and we jerked each other off, but you know me. Not really a bathroom blowie kinda guy.
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( the driver helpfully supplies that it doesn't count if dicks don't touch, probably because he just wanted to be included in the conversation. )
Thank you, sir. For that input.
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See? He gets it. Those times are just like, fooling around. Sex is when your dick's in my ass, dude.
[might as well go all the way if the driver is cool with it. not gonna be a common thing Florida.]
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Exclusively your ass? No other part of you?
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[duh, Eddie.]
Oral sex isn't your first time.
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Also, you should probably finish school at some point, man...
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[since Eddie's confused about what having actual sex is. Jason looks a little hopeful cause of his whole stupid romantic self.
and then he scowls.]
No way, man. Not for me. I could never concentrate and I was shit at everything.
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( jason shouldn't be too let down to know that eddie was a slut in his former life. it just means he's learned a lot of cool tricks along the way. )
I don't buy it; You're smart as shit. Concentrating, yeah, that... I get that. Sitting in a room for eight hours staring at a blackboard, sure. But no way were you bad at everything.
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[was Eddie a slut? he doesn't really know about that. it's probably good they're talking though. they've been so caught up in the end of the world that it's been a while since they've had a conversation outside of it.]
I was good at landing my ass in the principle's office.