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"𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓..."

You sat cross-legged in the kitchen, watching the news on the TV as it displayed the headlines, "You think it's over?" you thought out loud.

"Yeah, but you can never tell, y'know?" Hobie called from the kitchen, "Venom, breakfast!"

A black appendage extended from your shoulder, materializing into Venom's face, large pointed teeth, large tongue whipping out and all.

Hobie tossed the fried brain towards him and Venom jerked to the side, gobbling it right up with an appreciative hum.

"You're a better cook than Y/N here," Venom commented.

 Hobie walked past him, settling on the couch beside you, "C'mon mate. Cut my girlfriend some slack, will you?"

You froze at his words, freezing mid-action of placing your now-empty plate on the coffee table. 

"What?" Hobie's gaze conveyed a sense of confusion as if his words were entirely ordinary.

"I just thought," you blinked, the way he addressed you having stunned you, "Thought you hated labels,"

"You're an exception, babe," Hobie caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pecking your lips lovingly, "I thought I'd ask you formally like a nobleman and all, but, I couldn't control myself," he admitted sheepishly.

"Hobart Brown," you gave him that dopey smile he adored, "I'd want nothing more in the world," you leaned in and locked lips with him again, caressing his jawline with your thumb.

"Okay, it's getting weird for me now," Venom grimaced uncomfortably when you pulled back.

"So, six o'clock today?" Hobie asked hopefully, referring to the date he had asked you out on and planned.

You nodded excitedly, "Six o'clock, it is,"

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You made your way out of the doors of your building with a bright smile. You kept fretting over your outfit, tugging at the sides of your jumpsuit to make sure they weren't wrinkled. Hobie said that he wanted to Spider-swing for the date, and nearly begged you to agree. And so you did, reluctantly.You stepped out of your building, fidgeting with your outfit, adjusting the edges of your jumpsuit to make sure it sat just right. Your reflection in a passing window confirmed it—you looked great. And nervous.

"Can we stop for a snack?" Venom asked in your head.

"No," you said flatly. "I'm going on a date. I don't want to smell like a dead animal."

You were too distracted arguing with him to notice the man in front of you. You bumped shoulders.

"Easy, young lady," said an old man with white hair and glasses, steadying you. "No need to argue on the streets. You two'll work it out."

"Oh, I have a parasite. Good day!" you called over your shoulder with a polite wave.

"Parasite?!" Venom gasped in disbelief.

"Yup."

"Apologize!"

"Nope."

"Apologize. Final warning."

You giggled. "Okay, okay—I'm sorry. Jeez," you paused. "By the way... what do you want to do now? Since your kind isn't around anymore?"

"The way I see it," Venom said, voice low and content, "we can do... whatever we want."

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You reached the Grand Central Terminal, where Hobie said he'd pick you up from. 

The city buzzed around you. You stood on the platform, shifting your weight from foot to foot. Then you heard it—a faint grunt above.

You looked up, just as Spider-Punk landed behind you in one smooth motion. The steel of his guitar caught the light on his back.

"You look beautiful, sweets," he took a second to kiss your forehead through his mask, "You ready?" he was covered from head to toe in his Spider-Punk suit.

Hobie wrapped his arm around you while you did the same, clinging to his body. Without any warning, Hobie shot a web and hauled you into the air, webbing through the city of Brooklyn.

"Oh no, no, no," you were hanging on to Hobie as you both swung your way through the buildings. 

You were terrified as you held onto him for dear life, "This is your definition of a date?!" you screamed when Hobie made a sharp turn. "Hobie, don't hit the pigeon! I swear to—"

Leaping high into the air, Hobie whooped as he let go of a web and you let out a scream of pure terror as you both free-fell down the city.

"Hobie!"

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫

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