#starsymbrock

[buckyusuallytopstony]

There’s not nearly enough fics of Tony/Eddie and I just feel like that needs to change.

#I forgot the ship name #tony stark #Eddie brock #venom #tony/Eddie #monster fucker #iron man #iron venom #starsymbrock #Tony stark x Eddie Brock

[hddnone]

Title: Worth a Thousand Words Pairing: Tony x Eddie x Venom (StarSymBrock) Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Summary: Eddie snaps the perfect paparazzi photo of the bruises on Tony Stark’s wrist. Venom writes the perfect story, dancing along the edge of titillating and libelous. It’s a perfect combination for the front page of Daily Bugle.

But Eddie and Venom get distracted the next morning before they can see the fruits of their labor.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22534867

My @marveltrumpshate fill for @tisfan! 

Snippet:

John Jonah Jameson Jr. peered over the photo at Eddie. Eddie could only see the man’s bushy, furrowed brows and sharp gaze before he hid behind the photo again. Jameson could be frowning, where Eddie couldn’t see. He was usually frowning, to be honest, but Eddie was so fucking sure of his work that he couldn’t imagine Jameson could possibly -

Jameson slapped the photo down onto his desk and smacked it with the flat of his hand.

“You’ve done it again, Brock. Nice job.”

Eddie preened.

“Thank you very much, sir,” Eddie replied though there wasn’t much humility in his statement.

Yeah, he’d known his work was fucking good. He gathered up the photo stills from the desk, placing the one on top - the best one, he’d decided, and the one Jameson had given the most scrutiny - carefully on his pile.

“I don’t suppose my nice work comes with a raise, or maybe a bonus?”

Jameson barked a laugh. “Careful, kid. You’re not that good.”

#starsymbrock #tony x eddie x venom #lemon #marvel trumps hate #megan writes things

[smallbutmighty01]

Ironvenom edit!!

#iron man #venom #tony stark #eddie brock #ironvenom #starsymbrock #instaedit #Instagram

[im-fucking-brucebanner]

Broke: thinking Eddie Brock would hate Tony Stark just cuz he's a billionare

Woke: knowing Eddie Brock DID hate Tony Stark at first but fell head- over-disaster-bi-heels for him when he saw how Tony holds himself accountable for his own mistakes(a powerful journalistic aprhodosiac) and his and Venom's brain Error 404's whenever the (smolsmolsmol HOW IS HE SO SMOL, EDDIE?) guy so much as breathes

#tony stark #eddie brock #venom #symbrock #veddie #starsymbrock #im tired of yall tony anti hcs #get woke #imagine the possiblities #its so gay

[tisfan]

We Can’t Eat That. It’s Dead

120. Tony and Eddie/Venom? @the-flightoficarus asked for “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

Content Warning: Some description of a dead body that’s a bit gory.

We can’t Eat That. It’s Dead

“The best way to deal with a dead body is not to kill anyone in the first place,” Eddie complained.

We didn’t kill him, Venom said, sounding almost reasonable for a blob of blackish alien goo that happened to be mostly sentient. That said, Venom was also frequently denying that he’d eaten the last of the chocolates, or set the toaster oven on fire. Venom and truth had a nodding acquaintance at best. He was just dead.

The dead guy didn’t say anything. He was, as Venom pointed out helpfully, just dead.

Dead and stinking and covered with moving wriggly things that Tony didn’t want to think about too much. Eddie had, either reflexively or out of courtesy to Tony, actually covered the body with a tablecloth, but Eddie’s table wasn’t that big, and the tablecloth wasn’t large enough to cover the whole body.

(more under the cut)

Which meant the dead man’s feet were sticking out. The skin on his calves was livid, a little oily. He was wearing old sneakers, no socks, and fashionably torn jeans. The rest of the details, Tony was sure he’d see in his dreams again, even from just a brief glance before Eddie had whisked the table cloth onto the cadaver.

He swallowed down his gorge (again) and turned around, scanning the rest of the apartment. “Ah-ha.” He grabbed up Eddie’s laptop from its spot on the coffee table and found a convenient spot on the kitchen counter for it. He opened a network tunnel and started typing. “Why is there a dead body in your apartment, Eddie?”

“I didn’t kill him, either,” Eddie said, although, because it was Eddie, he didn’t entirely sound certain of that. “He was just… there. I mean, the door’s never closed right, not since Vee smashed it in a few times. We fixed it, but. You know… he just. Mighta wandered in?”

We don’t like the police, Venom said. Tony wondered if Eddie knew that Venom and Eddie had the same vocal tells. It was frequently like listening to Eddie argue with a slightly more aggressive form of himself.

“Wandered in?” Tony glanced up from his typing to give both of them a dubious look. “And hung around long enough to start rotting? How long has it been since you were back here?”

“A while,” Eddie admitted. “I got a contract job, doing some investigative reporting in Wyoming, of all places. What, about a week out there, I guess? And travel time.”

We ran most of the way. We don’t like airplanes either.

Tony huffed and went back to typing. “What do you like?”

Chocolate. Tater Tots. Moose. We liked the moose. Eddie. Eddie’s toes.

“Can we not talk about that, huh, Vee?”

Tony was more concerned about the moose, and what, exactly, Venom had liked about it, but he had learned that it was better not to ask. He finished presenting his bonafides to the server and--

“Good evening, sir. How may I be of service?”

“Fire up the facial recognition database,” Tony said. He picked up the laptop and angled it, then waved at Eddie. “Uncover the face.”

Eddie was very tentative about it, all but shrieking as he moved the cloth out of the way. For a man who carried around an alien parasite and occasionally fed it people (very bad people. Usually.) he was also kinda squeamish. Not that Tony blamed him. Rotting people were very viscerally upsetting.

“I see you’re in San Francisco,” JARVIS observed. “Good evening, Mr. Brock.”

Tony checked that the camera could see the face. “Look this guy up for us, would you, J?”

“One moment, sir,” JARVIS said. “Reconstructing from scans… I anticipate-- there. Mr. Troy Ralston.” JARVIS offered the man’s DMV record. “Resident of Washington D.C., employed as an aide to Senator Christian Ward. Reported missing three days ago, sir.”

WARD, Venom snarled. He went from being semi-cute little shoulder decor to full on raging monstrosity, along with teeth and excessive amounts of tongue.

Tony backed up a little -- Venom took up a lot more space than Eddie -- and put the laptop back on the counter. “Who’s Ward? J, what do we know about Senator Ward? And why is his aide on the wrong side of the country and dead in Eddie’s apartment?”

JARVIS’s files turned out a picture of the Senator, along with his family history, voting record, and other boring sorts of things.

“He tried to bag me and Vee once, a few months ago,” Eddie said. “We… uh, kinda had to threaten him. A bit.”

We should have just eaten him.

“No, no, we, no, we don’t eat United States Senators,” Eddie said, holding his hands out, placating his pet monster. “People notice when shit like that happens. Besides, you said he smelled funny.”

He does.

“Which doesn’t, you know, help us with the fact that his aide is here, now,” Eddie said, then shrugged, “I suppose you could eat him, if you wanted? Get rid of the evidence?”

He is dead. We don’t eat dead things, Eddie. We are not accipitriformes. The symbiote sounded almost smug.

“Venom’s been watching a lot of Animal Planet,” Eddie explained with a wave.

“Good for you, big guy,” Tony said. “That doesn’t really help us with the whole dead body in the apartment deal, though. I mean, ideally, we call the police and tell them we just found him like this. Which is the truth.” He gave Venom a hard stare. “It is the truth, right?”

Eddie scratched his chin; there were several days of scruffy beard growth there. “Yeah, but this guy, I mean… we got history with the Senator, who will not hesitate-- Venom needs to stay on the down-low, and having my place crawling with cops is not good for that. You know how he is. Which is, uh, why I called you. You said to call you, when I wanted to have a good time. I mean, this is fun, right?”

“Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body,” Tony hissed. “You’ve been hanging around with no one but Venom for company for too long, if you think this is fun, and this is not the good time I had in mind!” He scrubbed his hands over his face, shoved his fingers through his hair. “Okay, I can...”

Wood chipper. We saw it in a movie.

Tony groaned and thunked his head against a kitchen cabinet. “No. Eddie, seriously, have you not explained forensic science to your partner, at all?” He looked over the table, trying to avoid looking directly at the body, doing the math in his head, but all the equations boiled down to the same thing. “Damn it. I’m going to owe Lang a favor.”

“At least he’s a local?” Eddie suggested. “What’s the plan, we’re gonna, shrink the body and--”

Flush it down the toilet? Please? Like a goldfish, Eddie, like a goldfish. We can say a few words!

Tony pressed his fingers to his temples. “I am going to owe Lang a huge favor. He’s going to make me be nice to his girlfriend. Or worse, his girlfriend’s dad.”

“Eh, Hope’s not so bad,” Eddie said. “Cute, short, feisty. She reminds me of you.” He poked his fingertips together a few times. “Look, I know this… would you let us take you out to dinner, later? As a thank you? And better for that whole good time you were thinking about?”

Tony sighed. “At least save the flirting until there’s not a dead body in your apartment anymore.”

We will make an appointment.

#sarcasm prompts #starsymbrock #eddie/venom/tony #tony stark #venom #eddie brock #CW: Dead body #CW: corpse

[phoenixmetaphor3000]

Alien Feelings

Title: Alien Feelings Square: S3 - Quarantined! Rating: Teen Pairing: Tony Stark/Eddie Brock/Venom Warnings: its a moodboard Summary: Established relationship

#tonystarkbingo2019 #tonystarkbingo #Tony Stark Bingo 2019 #tony stark bingo #starksymbrock #starsymbrock #eddie/venom/tony #three dorks in love

[tony-luvv]

Shi-Toyu Called Me Out

since @shi-toyu came at me with this post I decided to steal a section and write it for them. Hope you like it Love, we’re too far down the rabbit hole now. Also I really hope you get to see the movie, you’re going to love them even more after you do.

“Sir! There’s an intruder!”

Tony nearly fell of his chair at JARVIS’s frantic voice. It’s been so quite lately…

“What do you–” Tony stood up and felt something move beside him. But that shouldn’t be possible, “–mean?

As if he was stuck in a dramatic movie scene, he turned to see this – this thing standing right next to him. It’s jet black, ink-like body stood at least a meter taller than him. The eyes were cloudy grey slits and held no expression. Rows of teeth, sharp and huge opened to reveal a slimy red tongue that twisted in front of him.

“hELlo ToNy.”

As soon as the creature spoke his name his hands moved to call his suit using his bracelets.

…His wrist are bare. Panicked he looked down to see his greatest fear. His iron man bracelets weren’t there.

Right now he was alone with an alien creature and no protection.

He couldn’t breathe.

“helLO?”

It reached for him, giant claw like hands moving to grab him.

It’s almost funny how well gravity and panic worked together because as soon as it touched him he was falling back and scrambling away.

Everything was moving too fast and not moving at all. His body moved on its own yet he couldn’t get his breath back.

His back connected with something and he turned, were there more aliens? Did they come back?

He killed them! With the nuke, he hit the mother ship and stopped the army.

You know there’s more out there.

But he did it, they won. Steve said so.

Just because you ‘won’ the battle doesn’t mean you won the war.

No.

They’ll come back.

No – NO!

“–ony! Listen to–”

You’ll lose.

NO!

They’ll die. All of them.

NO! PLEASE!

“–breathe, come on! Ton–”

You let them die.

“NOOOOOOOOO–”

“TONY!”

Familiar hands grabbed his shoulders, snapping him out of his panicked state.

“Tony breathe!” Right that’s a thing humans do. Tony choked and coughed as his body tried to remember how to function properly. Eyes watering and fumbling to hold on to the person in front of him. It took him a moment to calm down and even then he was still shaking.

“God Tony, I’m so sorry. I knew something like this would happen! Fuck, this is all my fault.”

Tony should be excused for not getting it right away but then again…he is a genius.

“Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me you’re that – that…” He couldn’t even give a name to what he saw.

But Eddie, his boyfriend – are they even still together? – just hung his head guiltily.

“Yeah.”

Quite honestly Tony didn’t know what to think but he needed answers now before he end up having another panic attack.

“Explain.”

It’s complicated. Eddie Brock was Eddie fucking Brock and found himself as a permanent hose to this alien symbiote – thing.

“I can’t believe this happened to you…”

“You can’t blame me, I mean I am dating Iron Man.” Tony couldn’t help the feeling of relief at hearing Eddie say they’re still a couple. But it was short lived and instead he decided to glare down his reckless reporter boyfriend. “Too soon for jokes?”

Tony agreed, nodding his head, “Too soon.”

The air filled with silent awkward tension and Eddie tentatively asked, “…Should I leave?

Tony looked past Eddie at the far wall behind him, “I wish you wouldn’t.” He hated doing this, being weak. But he already had a full panic attack so he might as well go for broke. Looking down at his hands and seeing little indentations from squeezing his hands into fists, he tried again. “I…” God why was this so hard to say? His throat closed up and made it hard to speak past the sudden lump there, “missed you…and I thought – I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That maybe you moved on and didn’t know how to let me down.”

“Tony…”

“Please don’t leave.”

Eddie didn’t leave.

And neither did Venom.

“You’ve been eating a lot.”

“Venom has high metabolism so I’m hungry almost all the time.”

Tony watched Eddie ravage the kitchen for food. “…Does he have a preference?”

“Tater tots.” Tony blinked in surprised as Brock paused in his search to tell him how serious Venom’s addiction to tater tots is. “Oh yes! Peaches!”

The following week the kitchen had a large supply of tater tots and canned peaches. Eddie felt Venom buzz with happiness under his skin.

“WhAT iS this?”

“He’s trying.”

Tony sat in his lab looking over his notes over the past few months. With the help of JARVIS, the genius had been – gathering information on Venom.

From what he could tell of Eddie explaining things, Venom had a twisted innocence about him. Of course there is nothing innocent about wanting to eat people but when your alien to a human’s moral code…it changes things.

So far, from what Tony could tell, Venom is nothing like what he faced in the Battle of New York.

He didn’t destroy stuff. Surprisingly the few times Eddie let him out Venom was careful not to destroy his home (the rest of the city, not so much) With the guidance of Eddie and JARVIS – those videos were still a surprise to watch, Venom was good about only eating hurting ‘bad’ people. For the most part, it seemed that the symbiote was content with learning and being ‘let out to play’ every other night.

Tony’s still not sure of what to make of his boyfriend new addition.

“Why don’t you try talking to him Sir?”

“Don’t rush me I’m getting there.”

He pulled up a picture of Venom and really looked at him. The symbiote in his full form, all tall and encompassing Eddie body and turning them into this giant being. Then he turned and looked at the little snake head that formed out of Eddie’s back so that the symbiote could physically as well as verbally tease his boyfriend. The scene they made reminded him of Johnny Knoxville in the Men in Black movie and made him laugh. He checked his hands, no shaking.

“Power down for me?”

“As you wish Sir.”

Taking a calming breath Tony pulled away from his desk and went to find his boyfriend.

Eddie was passed out on the couch…perfect.

Sitting down on the couch beside the sleeping man Tony took a chance, “Venom…can we talk?”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking Venom’s black inky matter started to form over Eddie’s chest. “hi toNY.”

“H-Hi.” It was surreal sitting here talking to the symbiote. Since their first “meeting” and Eddie’s explanation they never talked about the alien. “Is Eddie hearing this?”

Venom’s snake head turned briefly to look at the slumbering man, “No hE Is slEepiNG.”

“Okay, um good.” He had no idea what to say.

“toNy?” He looked at the mini Venom, “Are yoU aFRaID of ME?”

“No I – I don’t think so…” Tony swallowed around the lump in his throat and tried again, “I was but I don’t think I am anymore.” His hands are still steady in his lap so he pushes on, “Venom you’re not hurting Eddie right? You’ll protect him?”

“i NEEd hIM, goOd HOsT. hE’s…nICE And I PRoTecT mY huMAn.”

“Good, he needs it.” Tony smiled fondly looking past Venom at Eddie.

“…TOny My hUmAN?”

Tony was shocked and surprisingly not terrified by the alien trying to claim him. “Oh – I mean yeah, sure, if you need an endless supply of tater tots – I’m your guy.”

Venom’s snake head form stretched further up to nuzzle against his cheek, “MiNE.”

#luvvswrittng #for shi-toyu #shi's headcanon #i'm just stealing a scene #StarSymBrock #venom teddy #ironvenom #Tony x Eddie x Venom #Tony Stark x Eddie Brock #new ship #rare pairing #rare ship #tony has a panic attack #venom wants to be friends

[araydre]

for @shi-toyu

thank you for the ko-fi donation <3

#starsymbrock #eddie brock #venom #tony stark #fanart #MCU #my art #digital art

[cevans-is-classic]

Eddie: *Stumbles by in leather jacket*

Tony: *sips coffee, pretending not to notice*

Venom: That coffee as hot as you are?

Tony: *spits coffee*

Eddie: *Nearly dies*

Steve and Bucky hidden in the background seething.

#marvel #tony stark #robert downey jr #steve rogers #sebastian stan #steve and tony #avengers #chris evans #iron man #bucky barnes #Eddie Brock #StarSymBrock #Venom

[dracusfyre]

Square:  S3 - Holding Hands

Rating:  G

Warnings:  None

Pairing:  Eddie Brock/Venom/Tony Stark

Summary:  Eddie sees an unexpected person from his past and decides to give him a hand.  My first fill for the @tonystarkbingo this year!

Link:  AO3

Eddie.

“Hmm?” Eddie said absently, trying to walk and read the newspaper without spilling his coffee.  A third hand would be useful but he and Venom had agreed that generally speaking they should avoid terrifying the public without good reason.

Eddie, Venom said again, this time more urgently. What is that?

Eddie’s head was turned up and his gaze focused on something high in the sky over San Francisco. Frowning, Eddie’s vision sharpened and focused far beyond what a normal human could have achieved, and then both the coffee and the newspaper hit the pavement.

“Holy shit, that’s Iron Man!” Eddie said, sprinting towards the bay where Iron Man was fighting what looked like a – a giant dragon?

Who is Iron Man? Venom asked, even as he helped Eddie put on speed and vault over cars that barely had a chance to honk before they were gone again.  Eddie just let him flip through his memories of Iron Man and Tony Stark; he could tell that Venom was lingering with curiosity over the memories of his one night stand with Tony when he was still working with the Daily Planet out of New York City.  At the time, it was kind of Tony’s thing to sleep with the reporters who interviewed him, so even though they had made some damned good memories, memories that Eddie had definitely bookmarked in his spank bank, he had known better than to try to make anything more of that night than a good time.

High in the sky the dragon curled in on itself in a way that seemed impossible and caught Tony in its teeth, shaking him like a dog with a rat before Tony blasted it in the face and it released him with a shriek of rage.  Tony tried to get close enough to get it in the face again but as he dodged its teeth a lucky swipe of its claws sent him tumbling out of the sky.

"Venom!”  But Venom sensed Eddie’s urgency before the words could even leave his mouth and Eddie gave up control as he swept over their body with a rush.  Tony seemed to be tumbling slowly but also too quickly out of the sky, his repulsors firing irregularly and not enough to stabilize him; Venom extended his talons and then they were climbing up a building, leaping from roof to roof in a bid to catch Tony before he hit the ground.  At about the fortieth floor of the Transamerica Pyramid they caught Tony by the wrist with an outflung tentacle, pulling him in close and stopping his fall.  “Gotcha,” they said with satisfaction.

They were debating what to do with him now – put him down on the ground where there was a crowd of people gathering or carry him up to the roof where the dragon was heading their way – with the face to the suit popped open and Tony was looking at them with raised eyebrows.

“Whoa,” he said. “Hi. I’m Iron Man, thanks for the uh, helping hand.” He tried to move his hand but Venom had him gripped tight.

“We are Venom,” they said, and then with a push from Eddie Venom pulled away from his face.  “But you might remember me as Eddie.”

Tony’s eyes narrow and then widened. “Eddie Brock! Daily Planet. We did an interview in what, 2004? You, um, seem a little different than I remember,” he said, eyeing the sharp, needle like teeth framing Eddie's face.

 “Yeah, September 2004.  Some stuff has happened since then,” Eddie said, shrugging Venom’s massive shoulders. "But it's a bit of a long story." Tony fired up his repulsors and they let him go when it was clear that his suit was back under control, all of the teeth mark dents notwithstanding.

“I think I'd like to hear that story,” Tony said.  “Because I remember the article being great but the sex was fantastic.  You know I tried to look you up again but they said you’d transferred to San Francisco. What are you doing in-” Tony looked around and seemed to realize for the first time where he was. “Oh, we’re in San Francisco.  The dragon teleports,” he explained apologetically.   "A few minutes ago we were in Jakarta, I think." As if it could tell they were talking about it, high above them the dragon shrieked and started diving towards them. “Let me take care of this, and then let’s do lunch and catch up!” Tony said, closing his faceplate.

“How about I help you with this, then we do dinner?” Eddie shouted over the sound of the dragon's war as Venom crawled over his face again, clearly eager to test themselves against such an enormous foe.

“Sure,” Tony said, voice slightly tinny from the suit’s speakers. “Hop on.” He wavered a little in the air as Venom crawled onto his back, clearly not expecting them to weigh so much, then they were racing towards the diving dragon in a high stakes game of chicken.

We’re keeping him, Venom said with a possessive glee, then there was no time for conversation as they flung themselves at the dragon’s face.

#tony stark #ironvenom #venom symbiote #tony stark bingo 2018 #symbrock #starsymbrock

[tonystarkbingo]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Marvel, Venom (Movie 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Brock/Tony Stark/Venom Symbiote Characters: Eddie Brock | Venom, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Tony Stark is not Iron Man, Light Bondage, Flogging, Mild Painplay, Eventual Smut Summary:

Gentle!Dom Tony's hard limits prevented him from giving sub!Eddie the painplay he craves; Eddie's new acquaintance becomes the key to everyone getting what they need.

  Square:A5 - Kink: BDSM Rating: Explicit Warnings: mostly PWP -- bondage and painplay. Pairing: Tony Stark/Eddie Brock/Venom Summary: Gentle!Dom Tony's hard limits prevented him from giving sub!Eddie the painplay he craves; Eddie's new acquaintance becomes the key to everyone getting what they need.

#tonystarkbingo #tonystarkbingo2019 #bingo fill #politzania #starsymbrock #lemon

[hddnone]

Just saw the movie and my fingers slipped. Oops? Kept it at a light T though! Also contains slight movie spoilers. 

“Tony Stark!” Eddie blurts before he can stop himself. He’s met a lot of celebrities with his job – well, previous job – on the Eddie Brock Report, but Tony Stark had never been one of them.

Until now, when Eddie finds Tony Stark leaning against one of his mustangs that just so happens to be parked in front of Eddie’s apartment.

“Mr. Brock,” Tony Stark greets Eddie with a smile and a handshake. “Just the man I was looking for.”

Eddie returns the handshake, still blinking from shock. “Me, you were looking for me? Is this about my…”

Me? Venom growls.

Eddie can feel Venom surging underneath his skin, getting ready to protect Eddie, protect himself, protect them.

“Not directly, actually,” Tony Stark says, grin sliding into a tilt. But with Stark’s eyes still covered with sunglasses, Eddie isn’t sure exactly what he means. “Can we go inside? I have a job opportunity for you.”

“You have a job… for me,” Eddie repeats, and he scrubs at his face because he knows he sounds dumb. He’s been star struck before and masked it better than this, this being where he simply repeats what Stark is saying, but most of his brain power is tamping down Venom’s – and his own – curiosity.

“Should you choose to accept. Completely a voluntary offer, no strings attached.”

“Huh,” is all Eddie says, and the red flags start waving in his mind.

Still, it only piques his curiosity. Eddie leads Tony up to his apartment, but then realizes his mistake as soon as he opens the door.

“Uh…. Is there somewhere else we can go?” Eddie asks, wincing. “I didn’t realize we’d be having guests, and…”

And Venom had gotten hungry, as usual, and therefore messy with the last of the tator tots. Eddie had run to the store rather than clean up because food had taken the priority. Potato remnants are still scattered throughout the kitchen, and there’s even spots of ketchup from where Eddie had tried to coax Venom into trying condiments on top of the tots.

That hadn’t gone over well, especially the mustard.

Sorry, Venom says, but it’s about the mess. Definitely not about the mustard – Eddie had had to apologize about the mustard.

“You’ve got nothing on the Avengers Compound, kid. Unless you’ve got stacks of dead bodies in there…?”

“No, nope, none of those. We don’t do that,” Eddie trips over himself to explain, but winces as he bites back the ‘much’ that should be tacked onto the end of the sentence.

We don’t do that much. Could do it much more, Venom agrees.

But now Eddie has to show the Tony Stark the tragic state of his apartment or else the Iron Man is going to think that Eddie is hiding dead bodies in his apartment. Then Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers would probably come after them, and Eddie really doesn’t want a showdown, because they’re definitely the good guys but if they start shooting at them then…

You will not die, Venom promises.

Now is the time to talk himself about that potential mess, then, Eddie thinks as he lets Tony Stark into his apartment. Eddie winces, but Tony doesn’t even seem to notice the dirty dishes in the sink or the tots smeared on the floor or the ketchup that has yet to be cleaned up.

It’s not human heads piled in the corner, anyway.

“Now, job offer, for you and your… partner,” Tony says as he whips off his sunglasses with a smile.

And… oh God. Eddie had already liked Tony – the arrogant assholes at the top don’t usually own up to their mistakes and then try to fix them, but Tony Stark takes the cake on that one. Hunting down his weapons, clean energy, and saving the world twenty times over means that Tony Stark has Eddie’s respect, professional and non.

And now there’s Venom bubbling in Eddie’s chest because Tony had called him Eddie’s partner. Not a parasite, not a disease, they were partners, and Tony had called them that and now Eddie knew that Venom also really liked Tony Stark.

“What, what can I possibly do for you?” Eddie asks, reeling.

Tony look away, tapping his fingers against his chest. Then he turns back to Eddie and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Theodore Ross. US Secretary of State,” Tony says quietly. “He’s got dirt in his past, but my hands are tied. I can’t do the digging myself, or I would. I need an investigative journalist with… more backup than they usually come with. He’s a dangerous guy.”

Eddie lets that soak in. He’s flattered. Tony Stark, Iron Man, is coming to Eddie Brock for help. For Eddie’s actual expertise, even, though having Venom a part of the mix is a large chunk of it too.

Venom is already chanting in Eddie’s head. Yes! Yes! Yes!

“You want me investigate the guy or…?”

“Investigate only. Your partner’s skills are to protect you. I’m not asking for a hit on the guy, Jesus!” Tony exclaims.

“And the information I find?” Eddie asks, biting back Venom’s continual chant of yes, yes, yes.

“Yours to share and take credit for. I’d appreciate a heads up on what you find before you release, but that’s not a hard rule.”

Eddie is already agreeing – he’s aware of Ross, and has enough suspicions about what that type of guy hides in the closets of the past – when Tony says that he’ll pay for all Eddie’s expenses.

“Yup, I’ll do it,” Eddie agrees to Venom’s cheering in his head. That’s a type of offer you don’t turn down.

The rest falls into place at a speed that doesn’t happen in Eddie’s life, but seems to be typical for Tony Stark. Soon enough Eddie has a plane ticket booked to New York, courtesy of Tony, where Eddie will read over the preliminary information about Ross and do a bit of off-site digging before chasing leads in D.C.

Eddie can only stare as Tony Stark walks out of his rundown apartment in San Francisco, Tony’s suit just as pristine as when he walked in. It’s quite a sight.

We like that one, Venom voices. We really like that one.

“Out of our league, buddy. So, so far out of our league,” Eddie sighs.

But Venom isn’t listening. Venom is thinking about taking down the Bad Guy to impress Tony, and what else might impress Tony when they get to New York, and what food Tony might like, and if Tony likes tator tots.

“I bet Tony likes mustard,” Eddie teases as he starts cleaning up his kitchen.

NO MUSTARD!

#tony stark x eddie brock #tony stark x eddie brock x venom #starsymbrock #oh man is that the ship name?? #megan writes things

[smallbutmighty01]

this ship/crossover is so random but I fell in love with it almost immediately wtf

“Rhodey, why do we have to fly all the way to San Francisco again?” Tony asks through the mics in their suits, swerving through the clouds lazily.

Rhodey sighs irritably, flying low under Tony. “S.H.I.E.L.D. apparently discovered some creature that keeps escaping their sights. Fury wants us to figure out what is going on.”

“Couldn’t he send Mr. America over here instead?” Tony complains, his GPS showing they’re just five miles away from their target city.

“We could get here faster,” Rhodey huffs, dipping forward to fly out of the clouds. “Come on, let’s just get this over with so we can make it home for dinner.”

Tony dips and follows him down, the clouds falling away to show the bright lights of San Francisco. The sun was just about set, the sky a deep orange glow above them. Tony hums, following Rhodey’s lead as he takes in the view. “Haven’t been here in a while.”

Rhodey hums in agreement, looking down at the city’s buildings. “The report says the creature was last seen near the Golden Gate Bridge, heading East.”

“Do we have a picture? I don’t even know what we’re looking for,” Tony points out, turning in the direction Rhodey said.

“Something big and black,” Rhodey says. Tony snorts, making his friend scowl. “They described it as alien looking, so it shouldn’t be hard to spot.”

Tony shakes his head with a chuckle. “Alright, looking for a big, black alien. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

And it wasn’t too hard at all. Rhodey spotted something moving along the rooftops of the buildings in North Beach, the two immediately flying in to observe. However, the creature seemed to notice them and fled for the coast.

“What the hell is that thing?” Tony says as they fly after it. The creature really was huge, muscles huge and black, making it difficult to find it in the shadows. The scans find it easily, the two flying after it quickly.

“Hell if I know!” Rhodey dips lower, blasting forward. “Come on!”

Tony shoots forward, watching the creature in his scans continue to flee. However, when it grabs onto the side of the building, it suddenly shoots back, snatching Rhodey out of the air and crashing down with him into the empty streets. Tony and Rhodey both shout in surprise, Rhodey groaning in pain at the landing while Tony quickly turns back around, firing at the alien pinning Rhodey down.

The alien snarls, turning to look at the approaching man. “Holy shit!” Tony yelps when he sees the large teeth snarling at him, large white eyes narrowing as a tongue slides out to lick its teeth. He blasts back when the creature jumps to grab him, just barely missing the large claws. Rhodey gets back into the air, suit dented where the claws struck.

“No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. called,” Tony huffs, chasing after the alien and firing again. The black mase shrieks, leaping onto a building to get away. Rhodey fires as well, nailing the creature’s shoulder. The two watch in shock as the shoulder burst open, black tendrils flailing before linking back together, completely healed.

The chase continues, coming closer and closer to the coast. Tony grits his teeth in frustration, powering up his next shot just a tad longer before firing, smirking when he hits the creature. The alien screeches in pain, stumbling and falling flat on its face. Rhodey fires another shot, the black mass splitting open again.

When the creature doesn’t move, Rhodey lets out a breath of relief. “I’ll call Fury. This is way above my paycheck.”

Tony snorts, slowly lowering down closer to the black mass lying still on the ground. “Banner might want to see this thing. Nothing we’ve encountered before.”

Whatever Rhodey was going to say was interrupted by Tony’s shout of surprise, his foot snatched by a mass of black tendrils coming from the creature below him. He’s suddenly lunged, body colliding with Rhodey’s in the air. The two steady themselves, turning back to see the alien gone. “What just happened?!”

“It grabbed me!” Tony growls, shooting forward. “Come on!”

He scans run, trying to locate the alien. Nothing comes up, making him frown in confusion. Rhodey flies closer to the coast, fearing the alien escaped into the water. Tony hovers over the alleyways nearby, scanning for any movement in the shadows.

“See anything?” Rhodey asks, looking over the water.

Tony pauses when he picks up on movement, carefully lowering closer to the alleyway. “Maybe.” Through his scans, he can see the figure shift, pausing again when he sees the figure grow smaller. He shines a light from his hand into the alleyway, peering through the buildings from above. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Rhodey asks, the sound of his blasters kicking on. Probably flying back over.

Tony lowers down onto the ground, walking closer to the shivering form huddled against the wall. “I think this became a bigger problem…”

Rhodey lands on the rooftop above him, peering down at Tony. The man kneels down, examining the figure closer. “Who is that?”

Tony inhales sharply, his mask sliding open. “Eddie Brock.”

“Eddie Brock?”

“Someone I knew,” Tony answers, his other hand reaching out carefully. The man - Eddie - peeks his eyes open, flinching away from his hand. His chest heaves as he tries to take deep breathes, looking completely exhausted. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Do you remember me, Eddie?”

Eddie blinks slowly, eyes dazed. Rhodey lowers down next to them, frowning down at the shivering man. “Don’t tell me…”

“I think he was the creature,” Tony mumbles, setting a hand on his shoulder. Eddie’s eyes slide shut, shaking under Tony’s hand. “Did you get a hold of Fury?”

“They’ll be here in two,” Rhodey kneels down, tilting his head. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“No kidding,” Tony lets out a dry laugh, carefully pulling Eddie away from the wall into his arms. Eddie doesn’t fight back, probably too out of it to realize what’s going on. “Aliens… why is it always aliens?”

Rhodey shrugs, getting to his feet. Tony follows suit, holding Eddie up in his arms. When Rhodey flies up into the air at the sound of an approaching ship, Tony looks down at the man he once knew, shaking his head in disbelief. “What the hell happened to you, Eddie…?”

#marvel #tony stark #eddie brock #iron man #venom #rhodey #symbrock #starsymbrock #ironvenom #teddie #fanfiction

[tisfan]

Normal Everyday Asshole Aliens

86 Tony/Eddie/Venom @journeythroughtherain  & Anonymous “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

The last time Tony had been in San Francisco, he and Eddie had gone on a pub crawl, sampling not beer or whiskey, but onion rings. Tony had been determined to find the best god damned pub rings in the city, and Eddie had laughingly tagged along.

Some five hours later, groaning from too much grease and fried dough, they’d gone back to Eddie’s apartment and made out until they’d fallen asleep in the middle of necking. Tony had woken up with a stomach ache, a horrible crick in his neck from sleeping slumped over on top of Eddie on the couch, the worst morning breath of his entire life, and absolutely no regrets.

He knew why Eddie’d had to leave New York, and he understood, but he kind of wished it hadn’t been necessary. Eddie was fun, challenged Tony’s assumptions about things, and understood completely about the kind of schedule Tony had to keep and the reasons he couldn’t commit to being a boyfriend. What they had was good. It was enough.

It had been more than half a year since Tony’d had an excuse to go to San Francisco, and he was looking forward to meeting up with Eddie. Maybe hooking up, if they could make their schedules match up.

He wasn’t expecting Eddie to meet him at the airport, but there he was, leaning against the wall as Tony’s private jet touched down. Tony wasn’t sure how he’d gotten past TSA or security, but he didn’t ask, either.

“You… uh, you look good, Tony,” Eddie said. “Came on my bike, thought you might want a ride?”

Eddie paused, tipping his head to one side, his eyes glazing a little bit, as if he was listening to a phone conversation, before he shook it off and gave Tony a wide grin. Eddie was nothing like most of Tony’s partners, scruffy and wearing a shlubby hoodie. He had a bike helmet in one hand, but pulled Tony in for a quick embrace with the other.

Tony grinned back and swung his leg over the bike, snuggling up against Eddie’s back suggestively. “Got a bitch helmet for me?”

“This one is for you, I don’t, uh… I don’t wear one anymore,” Eddie said. He handed over the brain bucket to Tony and then kicked the bike to life. The motor roared and the whole thing buzzed like an overgrown vibrator between Tony’s thighs.

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Tony pulled on the helmet. “Your funeral,” he said, raising his voice a little to be heard over the growl of the bike. “I heard they were cracking down on helmetless riders, though. How are you not swimming in tickets?”

“Gotta get caught to get a ticket,” Eddie said, and with that, he gunned the motor and they peeled out of the airport, leaving a very angry Happy behind waving Tony’s suitcase at them. “Long story, lemme take you-- uh, someplace special. And I’ll… I got some stuff to tell you that you won’t believe.”

Tony laughed. “I was fighting off shapechanging aliens in Chicago last week; what’ve you got to top that?”

“Challenge accepted,” Eddie said. He was pushing the bike well past the original engine’s capabilities, and not at all safe for the hilly roads and narrow pavement of the city, but Eddie never faltered. It was like flying in the armor, only… more. And lower to the ground. It was all but impossible to stifle a whoop of excitement.

Eddie took them out of the city and up through a suburban neighborhood, still topping well over ninety, and then skidded to a sudden stop at the very edge of a cliff that overlooked San Francisco's famous bridge.

“Pretty up here,” Eddie said, casually, slinging himself off the bike.

Tony was still thrumming from the ride as he joined Eddie at the edge of the cliff, the helmet dangling casually from his fingertips. He looked out over the water. “Nice,” he agreed. He cast a sidelong look at Eddie, who was shuffling around a little, which usually heralded a case of nerves. Tony looked back out at the view, willing to wait for it, whatever it was.

“So, you were dealing with shapeshifting aliens, huh?” Eddie asked. “You ever… deal with any that aren’t bad guys? I mean, not benevolent, or nothing, but maybe, just normal everyday asshole aliens?”

“Oh, sure,” Tony said. “I mean, Thor just for starters, and the rest of the Asgardians. And there’s the Guardians of the Galaxy, they’re an okay bunch, most of the time.”

“So, uh, if I mighta had, well, a close encounter, that’s… it’s not a deal-breaker, you know? With us?” Eddie was wringing his knuckles together hard enough that his skin was white. White, and perfect. Hadn’t… hadn’t Eddie had scars on his hands, from where he’d gotten into a fist-fight with a plate glass window and lost?

“I... wouldn’t think so,” Tony said cautiously. “Who did you run into? The Kree?” They had weird healing abilities, Tony thought.

“They call themselves Klyntar,” Eddie said. “They’re… um. A little difficult to describe, and unfortunately -- oh, would you just--” Eddie’s eyes did something weird, and they were suddenly jet black, sclera, iris, pupil and all. We want to say hello.

Tony didn’t hear that so much with his ears as sort of feel it in his skull, loud and aggressive and eager.

“Oh, shit!” Tony took a step back, startled, then paused and leaned in again, looking closely. “That’s... It’s... In you?”

We are together. One of Eddie’s eyes went back to normal, rich sapphire blue. “Will you let me do th’ talking, Vee, come on, man, we had a plan, can we not just stick to the plan?”

He is very small. That black, almost oily color oozed out from Eddie’s eyes until it covered most of his face, and then-- Eddie grew, tall, taller, impossibly… not quite as tall as the Hulk, but certainly huge, with gnarled, massive limbs and… fucking claws, and goddamn teeth--

Tony flicked his hand to the side and a gauntlet formed. He aimed it at the... thing. Klyntar. Vee. Whatever it was called. “What the fuck-- What did you do to Eddie?”

The enormous clawed hand reached for Tony’s gauntlet. What is it? This-- he? It? Whatever. Grabbed Tony’s wrist and pulled the gauntlet (and Tony practically up onto his toes) up to examine it closely. Is this a weapon?

“Buddy, you’re going to find out just how much of a weapon it is if you don’t let Eddie go,” Tony snapped. He wrenched his arm around until he was aiming right into those dagger-like teeth.

“Woah, woah,” and the face, that monstrous thing, fucking unzipped and Eddie pushed his way out. “No shooting, no… Vee, love, come on, let’s all calm down and talk about this--” Eddie’s shoulders came out of the Klyntar and he balled it up until he was cuddling a little fanged oil slick about the size of a cat. “Let’s just all take a few deep breaths and calm down.”

Eddie demonstrated the calming breaths, sounding like some sort of bad victorian heroine who was about to need a fainting couch.

Tony looked at him dubiously. “You’re okay?” He looked at the thing in Eddie’s arms, and then back at Eddie’s face, suppressing the urge to pat him down and check for injuries. “Jesus Christ, I thought it ate you.”

We wouldn’t eat Eddie, the goo confided. Eddie is ours.

“Tony, this is Venom. Venom, Tony,” Eddie said. “I’d say not to worry, that his bark is worse than his bite, but it’s really, really not.”

“You’re... friends,” Tony said. Venom (and there was a name that didn’t inspire trust) oozed up Eddie’s arm and draped around his neck like a scarf with slitted opal eyes at one end.

The whole thing suddenly seemed utterly absurd, and Tony let out a bark of not-quite-hysterical laughter. “Only you, Eddie. Only you.”

“Unfortunately, not only me,” Eddie said, stroking the little alien gently, and it purred/rumbled under Eddie’s caress. “And, uh, they’re not all as, uh--”

Protective. We will protect Eddie. From Carnage. From Riot. From anyone!

The little alien stretched and snapped like a rubber band, lifting up Eddie’s bike with arms that formed out of nothingness, apparently planning to chuck it in the bay to express its anger.

“Not the bike, Vee!”

Venom hesitated, holding the bike aloft over their heads. Sorry. Venom gently lowered the bike back to the ground and then patted it for good measure.

“...Damn, you’re strong for a little thing,” Tony said.

“So, if… uh, you and Venom are good with getting along, I thought we might do another pub crawl? Venom’s quite the connoisseur of tater tots and french fries?”

“Well. I guess any alien that eats fried potatoes can’t be all bad.”

#starsymbrock #tony/eddie/venom #tony stark #eddie brock #venom #introductions #sarcasm prompts #journeythroughtherain

[princekendallroy]

I've heard IronVenom and Starsymbrock. What do you like, as a ship name?

i prefer the first one 👀👀👀

#answered #gamesandgoldenapples

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

You're my favorite author and I saw you reblogging symbrock, so... would you ever consider writing symbrock fics? *w*

Confession: I haven’t even seen the movie yet.

And I don’t have any comic book knowledge, either, so I don’t feel like I could do the characters justice. But I’m loving all the art, and I’ve read some amazing symbrock (as well as starsymbrock) stories, so, who knows? Maybe I’ll come out with a story in a couple of months when everyone else has already forgotten about it again.

#symbrock #answering stuff #Anonymous