Is It Just Me That Sees Eddie As An "awkward But Flirty Guy"?

Is it just me that sees Eddie as an "awkward but flirty guy"?

For example I see it like, venom is very flirtatious and Eddie is too but when Eddie says something flirty then V comes back with something and Eddie is like: wh- but- i- ahh o-ok.

Example:

*Venom red*

"And after this there is a huge ass explosion!"

"Emphasis on huge ass V😏"

"I may have a huge ass Eddie, but that's not the only thing that's huge😏😏"

"I uh- wait- uh- i-i well- um- s-shut up parasite!"

🥲❤

But like ahfurjhrg-

YALL-

Y/N: "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jack: "I'm traumatized by my tragic death and my confinement in a vhs tape left me terrified of being alone & forgotten."

Alan: "I was neglected growing up to the point I'll perceive basic human kindness as romantic attraction."

Ren: "I grew up with a warped perception of love and a belief that i needed to change because who i was wasn't good enough."

Peter: "My creator made me self aware and I'm tormented by the reality that I'm trapped here forever away from you."

Y/N: ". . . . . ."

Y/N: "Ok first off ya'll bitches need therapy."

Y/N: "Secondly i was talking to the tv remote. It's not working."

Ughhh I can't wait for the next one lol

Play It Cool (Part Nine)

He decided to cook you breakfast.

Though not before staring at your sleeping face for a while.

You looked so peaceful, so content as you nuzzled into his chest. You fit so perfectly in his arms, felt so warm and soft. The little noises you made and the way you clutched him closer, murmuring his new name in your sleep, made him feel as though his heart would burst out of his chest.

He didn’t want to let you go.

But he had to, because your stomach was grumbling in your sleep. He knew you hadn’t eaten much that day, aside from the milkshake at the diner. Too busy completing course work, too busy working, too busy trying to survive another day. You weren’t afforded any time to take care of yourself.

It made him ache, thinking of how much you’ve been suffering. It made him want to cry, thinking about how unhealthy you were.

It made him hate.

Hate your boss, your teachers, your landlord, your whore of a roommate for making you push yourself like this. All those people surrounded you, all those people who supposingly cared for you and none of them even tried to help you? To relieve some of your burdens? None of them cared, despite how utterly perfect you were?

It made his blood boil. It made his hands itch with the need to grab a knife and --

You let out a pained whimper. He snapped out of his thoughts to find that he had clutched you a bit too tight to his chest.

He immediately relaxed, whispering apologies to your unconscious form, rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your face smoothed out, becoming peaceful once more, entangling your legs with his.

“Honey…”

God. He really didn’t want to get up.

But he forced himself to, gently and slowly untangling himself from your arms. You didn’t like that at all, your hands subconsciously grasping out towards him, chasing his warmth, your face set in a heartbreaking expression that made him want to get down on his knees and apologize.

He settled for kissing you. On your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, your neck. His teeth grazing your tender flesh, causing you to shiver and blush. You slumped back into the sheets, overstimulated even in your sleep.

So adorable.

Maybe you made another mess? You got so excited, so quickly. It didn’t take much to push you over the edge.

He licked his lips, his fingers trailing down your clothed body. The sheets, your clothes were still stained. Maybe before he cooked you breakfast, he should clean it up for you? He didn’t want you to wake up feeling uncomfortable after all.

He leaned over you, his eyes darting to your face every now and then to see if you’d wake up.

His tongue unfurled. Just a little taste…

Afterwards he lovingly tucked you in, running his hands through your hair one more time before heading to the kitchen.

Hopefully he had something in his fridge…

---------------------------------------------------

The moment you woke up, you felt a deep ache in your chest.

And when you sat up, and looked around at the empty room, you realized why.

He wasn’t here.

Maybe he was in the living room? Maybe he went to the bathroom? Maybe he was just outside, in the hallway?

You checked everywhere, looking through closets, checking under beds, underneath the couch. You left no stone unturned and he wasn’t there.

Did he leave me?

No, he couldn’t have. He would’ve kicked you out of the apartment if he didn’t want you here.

He could be with someone else.

No way. He was so interest in you --

Maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s humoring you because he’s sorry your such a desperate freak.

He wouldn’t do that. Honey’s too sweet, too kind and nice to do something like that to you. He wouldn’t hurt you like that.

Right?

Maybe he didn’t leave by himself.

What if someone took him?

No.

No, there’s no way someone could’ve taken him, because if they did --

What if he’s hurt?

What if he’s dying right now?

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no --

Then you saw something out of the corner of your eye. A note taped to the door.

Went out to buy breakfast! I’ll be back in thirty minutes!

Love you darling,

Honey~

The surge of pure relief you felt put you on the floor. You cradled that note to yourself like it was a teddy bear, like it was a lifeline, like it was a priceless, one-of-a-kind jewel that you lucked out into having.

He was just getting breakfast.

He didn’t leave you.

He was fine.

You freaked the fuck out over nothing. Again. Just like you did last night (or was it early morning?) when you tried to fucking tie him up in his sleep.

You carefully set the note aside before cradling your head in your hands and screaming.

Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell were you thinking?! What the fuck possessed you to do something so stupid and illegal and wrong and -- and --

He would’ve hated you. Absolutely, one hundred percent, would have wanted nothing to do with you after that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

But if you kept him to yourself --

How? How the fuck would you have kept him to yourself? There’s no way you would’ve gotten away with it. It was totally a spur of the moment, dumbass, let’s-risk-everything-on-this-poorly-thought-out-decision fuckup! All it would take was him screaming to his neighbors and it would’ve all been over.

But if you planned it out…

If you found a better place…

If you took your time…

You hesitated.

...no. No, no, no, you were not thinking about it. It was wrong and fucked up.

The things you were feeling, the things you were doing, were already bad enough. It was insanity, it was obsessive, it was wrong. And if you crossed this line, if you went this far, then you’d be a monster.

Would that be such a bad thing?

You picked up the note, tracing the words with your finger.

Love you darling

He said he loved you. He said he loved you.

That -- that had to mean something, right? You had to be in a good spot with him, right? The relationship must’ve been going good.

So far.

So you didn’t need to kidnap him. You didn’t need to do something monstrous just to keep him.

Yet.

You rubbed the note against your palms. You could almost feel his fingers trailing across the page, his mind mapping out the words even as his pen wrote across the paper.

Fuck, maybe you should frame it? Keep it hanging up in your room so you could stare at it, forever.

Or maybe you can get it laminated. That way you could lick the page without worrying about the paper getting torn up or the ink running.

You pressed the note to your nose and sniffed. God, you could just about smell him and --

You carefully folded it and put it in your pocket. Then you slapped yourself.

God, get your shit together! Stop being such a fucking freak!

KNOCK KNOCK

You jumped, panic filling you at the thought of Honey seeing you act like such a freak. You immediately started making excuses. “I-I-I wasn’t sniffing your note Honey, I swear!”

KNOCK KNOCK

It was coming from the front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t see you.

KNOCK KNOCK

You smoothed out your clothes and tried to fix your hair. Shit, you should’ve straightened yourself out earlier! What if he was disgusted because of how much of a fucking mess you were right now?

KNOCK KNOCK

“C-coming!”

You opened the door. “H-hey! Thanks for --”

You stopped. It wasn’t Honey.

“Oh I… didn’t know Peter had guests.”

It was a woman. Young, in her twenties, just about your age. With bright red hair, freckles, red glasses, a heart shaped face, and a fairly curvy figure that all together, would’ve made you think she was cute.

If not for the huge, slashing scar across her face.

From the upper corner of her face, crossing diagonally towards her chin, going through her eye, nose, and lips. Like someone had taken a knife and tried to cut her face up, but settled for simply slashing right through. Who knows, someone might have.

“Um…”

You blinked. Oh shit, did she catch you staring? “Sorry, I --”

Then what she said registered.

Peter? Was that Honey’s real name?

Holy shit. You knew his real name!

Peter.

Peter.

Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter

Fuck, that’s such a good name. Way fucking better than Honey. Would it be weird if you started calling him that?

But he really seemed to like it when you called him Honey…

“Oh, it’s fine.”

Oh, she was still talking. Shit, you shouldn’t be ruder than you already were --

“I just wanted to give him these.” She said, holding out a bag. “I left them by his door, but I don’t think he noticed.”

It was a bag of cookies.

In the shape of hearts.

And it wasn’t fucking Valentines Day. Wasn’t even close to February.

So that meant --

You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes laser focused on the cookies. On the ugly bitch that was holding them.

She was saying something but you couldn’t find it in yourself to give two fucks because it was taking everything you had not to strangle her right then and there because look at her.

Look at her.

Look at this freckled fuck.

Giving him cookies, knowing his real name, showing up at his door like a fucking hooker.

You should've known from the moment you laid eyes on her. Shouldn’t have answered that fucking door.

Fuck, what if Honey (Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter) had been here? Would she have batted her ugly, filthy eyelashes at him, pressed her flabby breasts against him, and tried to take him away?

Had she done that before?

For all you knew… she could be his ex. She could have --

touched him kissed him hugged him talked to him cradled him fucked him

The surge of rage and hatred you felt filled you so quickly and so suddenly that you had to hold the door to keep yourself steady. You could feel your vision blacking out at the edges, could feel your entire body shaking, trembling with the need to --

rip tear crush stab bash slice break hit kill kill kill kill

Because she wanted to take him from you.

Take Honey, your Peter, the love of your life, the one who made you feel, truly feel for the first time in forever. The one you feel in love with, the one who made you feel so happy, so content, the one that filled your dreams, filled your every waking moment with joy and ecstasy.

This woman -- no.

This fucking ingrate wanted to take what was --

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

“...seen him? I just wanted to give these to him before I got back to work.”

You snapped back to reality.

The bitch was staring at you, her ugly, scarred face showing an uncertain expression.

Your fingers flexed. You took a step forward.

I want to kill her.

You heard a door slam. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone step out of their apartment. A man, fiddling with their phone.

He glanced towards the two of you.

Fuck.

It was like you got splashed with cold water. The rage and hatred was still there, but controlled. Contained.

You had to hold it together. You had to keep your cool. Because if you hurt this woman -- if you got caught, which you absolutely would -- then he would know.

And he’d never, ever want anything to do with you again.

You tried to smile. “He’s… not here right now. Just -- just give them to me. I’ll make sure he gets them.”

Her expression fell. “Um --”

You snatched the bag from her hands. “Who are you? What was your name again?”

“Uh, I’m Lizzie Bee,” she said, pointing to herself. “I’m Peter’s landlord.”

Landlord?

Fuck, then you really couldn’t kill her. You’d be putting Honey/Peter out of a home.

“Right. I’m Y/N.” Your smile might’ve turned into a snarl, but who the fuck cared? Not you. “Peter’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh.” She didn’t look the slightest bit concerned. The whore. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

You resisted the urge to slam the door on her face. “Likewise.”

You watched her walk away, disappearing around the hall. You made sure to take note of where she went before slamming the door.

Without her in front of you, taunting you with her presence, you could feel your rage and hatred subsiding. The urge to kill was fading with every second you got to breathe and collect yourself.

You couldn’t kill her.

You couldn’t kill her.

It was too risky wrong. It was wrong and you knew it was wrong, because you were a normal person.

What normal person falls in love at first sight?

What normal person becomes murderously possessive over someone they’ve only met for a couple of days?

What normal person considers kidnapping the one they love?

Shut the fuck up.

Your hands trembled as you ran them through your hair. You had to make a plan. Had to figure out what to do to deal with that bitch.

You couldn’t lose him to someone else. Just the thought of it was --

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

please

please God don’t let anyone take him away from me please

You felt tears pricking your eyes. You swallowed back a sob, trying to ignore the ache in your chest.

You would figure something out. You had to.

But first, you needed to flush every single one of these cookies down the fucking toilet.

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I relate to murdoc

Interviewer: What are you guys' sexualities?

Noodle: Pansexual!

Russel: Bi-curious.

2-D: Uh.. 7 inches soft?

Murdoc: Horny and murderous.

ARF ARF BARK BARK I WANT TO RATTLE HIS RIBCAGE-

(( I was commissioned to do this by an anonymous contributor!

The premise? Yandere Papyrus jealous that people are flirting with the listener.

So I got creative.

Nyeh.

Heh. ;3 ))

For those who need it~ <3

♡ mod’s yandere prompt writing list ♡

♡ these are yan-twst’s mod’s personal yandere prompt list! i wrote them to use here on my blog, but anyone else can reblog them and use them if they want!

“ah, look… there’s blood all over me.”

“don’t you see? it’s your fault- you made me like this.”

“in the end… you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?”

“i’m sorry for stealing your personal belongings… now that you’re here forever, i can return them!”

“nothing. without you- i’m… nothing.”

“you have no idea… the things i’ve done while thinking of you, darling…”

“i don’t care if you think i’m a monster; i’ve decided you’re mine.”

“it’s cute how you think you have a choice!”

“well, maybe if you’d accepted my confession, all these people wouldn’t have had to die…”

“if you think of leaving, i’ll make death seem like a blessing to you.”

“aah, forgive me for what i must do… i just can’t live on without you…!”

“feeling dizzy? well, it’s too late to realize: you already ingested what i slipped in your drink.”

“sure, i’ll let you run away. but if i catch you… then it’s fair game for me to do what i want.”

“the more you squirm, the more excited i’ll get, silly.”

“if you keep screaming, you could damage your vocal cords- go ahead, i don’t mind.”

“anyone who could rescue you is already dead. give up.”

“you don’t know how much i hate being this way- but i can’t change.”

“i tried my best to be a normal lover… but it simply won’t work. you understand, right?”

“want to escape? tell me, what other person would ever love someone like you?”

“the outside is so dangerous, don’t you see? if i wasn’t here to protect you, who knows what would happen to you…”

“i’m trying really hard to be nice to you here, but you’re making it real hard.”

“apologize? why would i? i haven’t done anything i didn’t have the right to.”

“you’re so sweet… i’m addicted to your presence.”

“i don’t care if it’s the drugs making you speak; say you love me, again.”

“don’t look at me like that… you know i do everything i do because i love you.”

“those bruises… did i do that…?”

“if you keep me happy, your life will be good, don’t you understand?”

“you just aren’t fit to be on the outside world. stay here with me- i’ll take care of you.”

“don’t you get it? i’m in charge here- you’re basically a glorified servant.”

“if i was you, i wouldn’t bother trying to escape. you’re too weak.”

“why are you so ungrateful? there’s nobody else other than me who could ever love such a miserable creature like you.”

“i ordered you to stay quiet. stop crying.”

“i didn’t mean to- no, god, i love you so much…! how could i have done this?”

“that’s right, just accept me… you’ll be so happy with me…”

“i’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit i cannot ignore.”

“i wish i could love you the normal way.”

“your fear is so delicious to me”

“you look beautiful when you sleep… i’d know- i watched you, after all”

“it’s ok if you don’t love me, i’ll still do whatever i want”

“don’t you dare think of anyone other than me”

“i wish i didn’t need to make you drink love potions for you to act caring, darling”

“from now on, you’re my pet- go on, keep me entertained”

“this is your last warning. either you’re obedient, or i’ll make you obedient”

“all i ever asked was for you to love me back… are you so selfish you won’t even give me that?”

“are you so desperate for human contact you’ll come to me? good, that was the point”

“well, you can sleep here with me, or i could chain you up and make you sleep on the ground. it’s your choice”

“say you love me, or else i might do something we both won’t like”

“did you think you could escape me…? don’t you know we’re meant for each other? you’re destined to return to me”

“i never claimed to be a good person. if you didn’t want this to happen, you shouldn’t have made me fall in love with you”

“i’ll use you to my heart’s content. don’t you dare complain- it’s what you deserve”

“if you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now”

“apologize? why would i? you know very well you brought the punishment upon yourself.”

“stop crying- you made me mad. tears aren’t getting you out of this one.”

“i’ll count to three, and you better say you love me, or else i’ll do something neither of us will like.”

“if you behave, we’re all going to be happy here, so why do you keep acting out?”

“i’m starting to think you’re a bit of a masochist. i mean, why else would you keep angering me over and over again?”

“you bruise too easily- i haven’t even roughed you up yet…”

“cry, scream, i don’t care. you can’t do anything against me.”

“don’t you get it? i could kill you if i wanted to, but i won’t- because i love you.”

“i hurt your friends? no, you did that- by disobeying me and talking to them.”

“don’t make me lose my temper again. i love you and you’re making it too tempting to punish you.”“cry, cry some more, please… it looks good on you.”

“it’s ok if you hate me- i’ll still be able to do as i please with your pretty face.”

“aw, did you flinch? i was just reaching over for my phone- what did you think would happen?”

“tears suit you better than any makeup. i could watch you cry all day.”

“there’s some pleasure to be found in pain, they say. maybe you’ll learn to enjoy punishment at one time, too.”

“i like having power over you, don’t you get it? there’s no way to get out of this.”

“run, cry, scream; you’re still just dancing in the palm of my hand.”

“it’s ok to give up. in fact, i encourage it- just let the future i’ve chosen for you run its course.”

“you know i hate to hurt you… so please, don’t make me do it.”“i would never lie to you, darling, so i mean it when i say you shouldn’t be talking to others.”

“oh, nasty rumours about you are being spread…? my, i wonder who could’ve done such a thing…”

“i’ve done so much for you, the least you can do is love me back.”

“you’re to naive. if i don’t protect you from danger, who will?”

“that’s right, just let me control your life. there’s no way someone like you could even live alone.”

"you’re crying… ah, it’s because you love me, right?”“i don’t understand why you’re getting away from me… we’re a couple!”

“i’ve already told your parents you’d spend the holidays at my place, so stop crying. lovers do this all the time, so why aren’t you understanding this?”

“we’ll be together, forever and ever… forever…!”

“i cooked us a romantic dinner! so stay still while i detach the chains form you so we can go sit down, ok?”

“shh, please don’t cry… all relationships have their ups and downs, and i’m sure you’ll get used to being locked inside soon!”

"all the blood i’ve ever spilled was because of you.”“you don’t need anyone other than me. i’ll be your everything.”

“what did you think would happen? i told you i was an intense lover, didn’t i?”

“love hurts, get used to it.”

“say you love me again. say it so much i get drunk off it- i don’t care if you mean it or not, i just need to hear it.”

“don’t complain to me. you’re the one who tempted me, i just did as my instincts said.”

“your phone number, your favorite color, the brand of your clothes… i’ve memorized it all, see?”

“sure, you can turn me down. but i don’t think you’d want me to publish all these photos i’ve taken while you weren’t looking, would you?”

“oh… well, you found the photo of you i keep in my pillow, huh? … well, what do you think of that? should i just keep the real thing instead of a pic?”

“now, stop drooling- we don’t need everyone to know you’re under a love potion, love.”

“oh, you aren’t that drunk, don’t worry. i just drugged you.”

“yes, i’ll admit i broke into your room to watch you sleep, but what can you do about it?”

“if you ever escape, i’ll track you down, no matter where. it’s useless to even try.”

“how can i get to your heart? should i try with money? or should i go straight for love potions?”

“i keep pencils you’ve chewed on, pictures i’ve printed of you, clothes i’ve stolen from your room… you think i’m a creep, don’t you?”

“you better learn to love me back. you know why? because nobody else will ever love you- so you’re stuck with me.”

“i’m sorry it had to be this way. i tried so hard to be a normal lover, but… it was always going to end up like this.”

“i feel like i’ll die if you don’t love me. would you truly hurt me like this?”

“what is it you don’t understand? nobody is ever going to love you like i do. nobody will ever understand how i feel about you.”

“your family, your friends… they’ve forgotten about you by now, i’m sure. but i’m still here- i’m the only one who loves you.”

“look at me in the eye when i speak. it’s rude not to do so, don’t you know?”

“if i tell you to jump, you should just ask how high. obedience should be your first nature.”

“i want to pamper you- i want to keep you safe and warm… like a pet.”

“don’t stress too much over what i slipped in your drink- i just want you to relax with me, for once… i don’t want you to be so tense; here, i’ll even undo your chain for a while.”

“you’re lucky to have someone who loves you this much. don’t you know how lonely it is to have nobody who loves you…?”

“you take, take, and take- my love, my protection, my affection… you should show me some of that back; don’t be so ungrateful.”

“you want to run away? sure, go as far as you can. catching a difficult prey is the most satisfying hunt.”

“i was normal, you know? you awoke something inside of me- you fucked me up.”

“i hunger for you, darling. your beauty, your presence; i need them like i need air.”

“perhaps you’re right in that i don’t love you, at least in the traditional sense. i’m obsessed with you- i need you, more strongly than the word love can imply.”

“you belong to me. i own you, body and soul.”

“… it hurts me to hear you say you hate me. i’ve gone so far for you- how can you do this to me?”

“aw, i know people warned you about me, baby. you ignored them- and look where you are now, huh?”

“shut up and do as i say. i don’t care how scared you are- feel free to blame it on my hormones or instincts, or whatever helps you feel less guilty.”

“i’ve been watching you for a while. i know your routine, your habits; i fell in love with how you act when you think nobody is looking.”

“i need to know if the love potion worked; say you love me, kiss me, show me affection.”

“hate me, fear me, think whatever you please. it doesn’t matter to me; you’ll do your thing and i’ll do what i want.”

“stop crying so much. it hurts me to see you sad, don’t you know?”

“oh, you’ve stopped fighting…? has the day come when you’ve finally understood how much i love you?”

“ah, it’s ok to be angry at me… kick me, yell at me…! i don’t care what you do, just being near you is heaven!”

“i’d do anything for you. and i mean it; the law means nothing if it’s something you ask of me.”

“ah… you punched me- that’s ok, too. i hope it bruises; i want a mark to remind me your lovely hands were on my skin.”

“did i get the potion dose wrong…? you’re slurring your words and you look hazed, but… well, the love potion is still working, i suppose.”

“i’ll be the only one you speak to and see. you’ll become hopelessly addicted to me, as i am with you.”

“i threw away all my morals for you; i don’t care if what i do is wrong anymore.”

“toxic relationship…? my, i think you’re a bit confused- i’m simply taking care of you, don’t you know?”

“don’t talk back to me like that- in fact, don’t talk at all unless i tell you to.”

“bow to me, love me, please- make me feel something, or i’ll make you suffer.”