comment_fic | Hurt/Comfort Thursdays :3

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ any, any, resetting a dislocated shoulder in the field
+ Torchwood, Owen Harper + any, he’s getting really tired of tending bullet wounds
+ Much Ado About Nothing (Tennant/Tate production), Beatrice/Benedick, in sickness and in health

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From:

jupiter2932

any, any, resetting a dislocated shoulder in the field

From:

jupiter2932

Torchwood, Owen Harper + any, he’s getting really tired of tending bullet wounds

From:

jupiter2932

Much Ado About Nothing (Tennant/Tate production), Beatrice/Benedick, in sickness and in health

From:

smallhobbit

Benedick: But I am much ailing and would fain feel your cooling hand upon my brow.

Beatrice: You do but have that which is called man flu and should get over yourself.

Benedick: How can you speak to me in such a harsh way, my dearest one, when I lie here, upon my sick bed, all a-fever?

Beatrice throws a wet cloth at Benedick. It hits him full in the face and proceeds to drip all over the bed. Benedick groans and leaps out of bed.

Beatrice: And so, my love, I have cured you with but one movement of my cooling hand.

From:

jupiter2932

XD Omg, this is delightful. Thank you so much. You got the two of them so perfectly XD

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you very much. I'm delighted you enjoyed it 😁

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, the last person you expect is the worst patient

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, the last person you expect is the best patient

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, the last person you expect offers a hug

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, the last person you expect asks for a hug

From:

creepy_shetan

(Well, this just kinda happened today. 6^^;; Not my first try at these characters, and it's scant on the specifics, but I'm processing Venom 3 thoughts, so... Spoiler warning: this fic is set after Venom: The Last Dance. Side note: This is the closest to polyamory that I've ever written, and what an appropriate fandom to choose for it, hahahaha.)

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"'Sorry I missed the wedding,'" Dan quoted. He put his smaller backpack on top of his larger rolling suitcase, unzipping it. "That's what you wrote. 'I.' Not 'we.'"

Eddie looked away too slowly to hide his flinch.

He shouldn't have opened the door, or buzzed Dan in, or sent that postcard to him and Annie, or bought the damn postcard of Liberty Island in the first place. He really shouldn't have put Annie's just-as-tourist-y reply postcard of the Golden Gate Bridge on his refrigerator, or stared at each letter written in her handwriting until flipping the card over wasn't enough to forget their shapes.

"She said 'we,'" Eddie said quietly and Dan stopped, his expression softening as he looked down at what he'd brought hundreds of miles to deliver in person. Eddie blinked, realizing too late what he'd said and who'd heard. "Not that--not that I don't appreciate the visit, Dan. I do."

"No, it's okay. I miss her, too," he said with a sad smile. "We'd planned for her to come with me to New Haven for the conference, but she couldn't get away from work." His smile brightening a little, Dan held up the plastic gift bag in his left hand. "This is from Mrs. Chen." Then he offered the envelope in his right hand. "And this is from Anne. My instructions were to make sure you read all of it. There's a quiz question at the end, she said."

Eddie stared at the bold, black ink neatly forming his own name. It looked less dangerous than what the postcard had promised. When he finally took the letter and opened it, Dan stepped over to his kitchen to place the bag on the counter. Leaning lightly against it, he waited. After a minute of slowly pacing the room as he read, Eddie looked back over to Dan.

"It says to read this part out loud to you." Dan straightened and nodded, his curiosity clear on his face. "'Dan thinks he's a poor substitute'--parentheses, 'his words, not mine,' end parentheses--'for the two of us, and I hope that you'll,'" Eddie paused, his brows furrowing, "'prove him wrong. He cares about you, too, you know. Feel free to ask him for anything you'd ask me to do.'" Eddie lowered the letter, caught somewhere between confusion, embarrassment, and amusement. He shook his head and sighed. "Annie... She knew how that would sound. Did she tell you to record this, too?"

"No. Thankfully." Dan's eyes were still a little wide as he continued in a more pensive tone, "Although, she did say something about wanting a 'proof of life' photo of you."

Eddie scoffed. Then he laughed. It scratched his throat and made the ache in his chest stretch and constrict his lungs. Then he finally walked over to stand right in front of Dan and slide the letter onto the counter next to the bag that he suddenly, horrifically hoped didn't have any chocolate in it. Dan looked ready to say something else, but Eddie beat him to it, his words falling freely in a rush before abruptly drying up to silence.

"How are your hugs, Dan? Because I could really use one, if you... can..."

"Yeah," Dan said belatedly, like he'd needed a moment to make sure he'd heard Eddie correctly. He took a breath. "No problem, Eddie."

Dan wrapped his arms around Eddie's upper back, and when one palm touched the back of Eddie's bowed head, Eddie stepped into the embrace. His hands settled on Dan's ribs at first, his forehead resting on Dan's shoulder, until Dan pulled him closer. Eddie then buried his face into Dan's soft sweater, his own plain shirt almost itchy in comparison.

Eddie hoped that this would be enough 'proof of life' to satisfy Annie. He couldn't deal with the thought of her having a current weird picture of him on her phone to pull up whenever she wanted -- one of him looking like this. Eddie knew how he looked these days. He was mildly surprised that Dan hadn't pulled out a flashlight and a stethoscope yet.

Dan shifted subtly, and it was only then that Eddie realized that he was basically pressing the man into his kitchen counter. How... awkward. He was seriously too nice.

The slow, steady rhythm of Dan patting and rubbing his back caused Eddie's hands to similarly alternate between being loose and tight fists where they held Dan around his waist. Before he could relax into it so much that he fell into a heap in Dan's arms -- because wouldn't that be embarrassing, if Dan had to carry him again -- Eddie lifted his head and slowly leaned away from him. They disentangled carefully, with Eddie murmuring his thanks with brief, cautious eye contact and Dan watching him thoughtfully as he replied with a simple "any time."

They stood like that for a second, Eddie in Dan's personal space, merely looking at one other.

"Oh, right, your quiz answer," Eddie remembered. He reached around Dan for the pale sheet of stationery and turned to stand next to him, continuing to read where he'd left off. When he glanced over at Dan again after the last few sentences, he knew he was smiling, just a little bit, because Dan smiled back. "She says to tell you to tell her 'talk dirty to me' while knocking on wood twice."

That brought a laugh out of Dan, the warmth of the sound just as pleasant as the warmth of his hug, Eddie thought.

"Sorry. We started watching Scrubs together last week," he said by way of explanation, "and we finished the first season right before my trip."

"The, uh, the coma patient, right? Guess I should be glad you haven't gotten to the musical episode yet," Eddie commented neutrally. It took Dan only half a second to guess what he was referring to, judging by his renewed laughter.

"Well, we've got to get to the gay chicken episode first anyway."

It was Eddie's turn to be startled into chuckling. He shook his head.

"I forgot that one. Another thing to be thankful for, I guess. Annie would definitely want a video of that."

"I'm pretty sure I'd win, anyway," Dan said nonchalantly. Eddie gave his shoulder a shove but didn't argue the point. If they kept up this line of conversation, then he'd likely ask if he was the Ben to their Dr. Cox and Jordan, and Eddie really wasn't sure if he could handle Dan's reaction, let alone his answer.

"C'mon. I'm the worst host. Haven't even offered you a drink yet."

Eddie walked around the counter to his fridge, listing off its admittedly few options and the couple of others stored in a nearby cabinet. When he looked back towards Dan, he saw the other man's eyes were on the one postcard he kept on the fridge door before his gaze shifted over to Eddie.

"I'll have whatever you're having," Dan replied with an innocent smile. Eddie then placed a bottle of beer in front if him, cracked off both their caps, and waved a finger at him.

"No Scrubs. No TLC. Yeah?" Eddie paused long enough to see Dan nod. "And yes pizza?" Dan agreed again. Eddie passed him a take-out menu flyer. "I think there's a baking show on around now."

"Sounds good to me. Thanks." He clinked his beer against Eddie's before taking a sip, Eddie following suit.

As they settled on the couch in the living room, the TV on low while Eddie called in their order, Dan mentally organized his notes about the state of health Eddie appeared to be in. He also began to give Anne's carefully suggested idea about the fast-approaching winter holiday season more serious thought. On the TV screen, fruit and mincemeat pies gave way to pumpkin, sweet potato, and finally pecan. He wondered which Eddie preferred, and which Venom would have enjoyed the most. Dan hoped that one day, he could ask Eddie about stuff like that without it feeling too private of a subject to broach with him. For now, he could leave it to Anne to work out the details of invitations, menus, and awkward conversations.

"Ugh, pecan pie," Eddie said, grimacing, as he tuned back in to the baking show. "I hate pecans."

Well, that answered one question, at least, Dan thought.

(Sorry about the POV switch at the end and whatever the heck this even is. XD;; I've spent far too much time writing it today and needed it to stop somewhere.)

From:

nagi_schwarz

I don't know anything about this fandom at all but thank you for the fill!

From:

creepy_shetan

No worries, and you're welcome!

I haven't read (but know a little bit here and there from) the Venom comics. Both the comic books and the movie trilogy have a wide spectrum of lovers and haters, from what I've seen. The movies are fun, they're not for everyone, haha, and it's clear that the cast/crew enjoyed making them, which is always great to see. :D