Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Chocolate And Snuggle- Eddie Brock x OFC

Miriam glanced at her phone on the bedside table and groaned as another pain tore through her uterus. Like clockwork, the painkillers she had taken exactly four hours ago, right before she went to bed, were beginning to wear off and the incessant stabbing feeling in the lower half of her body was back with a vengeance. Oh, how she wished to be like one of those girls who just breezed through their period. Like one of those television adverts where the ridiculously attractive girl- who was miraculously without a hint of the disgusting period acne that erupted all over her face like Mount Vesuvius- skipped around doing sports and swimming and winning olympic golds in gymnastics with her leg stretched around her neck, without the fear of leakage from her downstairs area.

What a pile of crap. Tampons, towels, cups, whatever. None of it made Miriam want to do anything other than eat copious amounts of chocolate and watch serial killer documentaries on Netflix, which then made her over-active imagination even more certain that the sweet old man who lived next door to her parents fit the perfect profile of a murderer.

Not to mention the idea of going anywhere near a swimming pool during her period set off this irrational fear that blood would pour out of her like some sort of ovarian massacre, which then would alert every shark within a fifty mile radius to come and get her. Ok, so sharks coming through the drains was perhaps a slightly dramatic idea, but in Miriam's defence her boyfriend was host to a symbiote which once would have sounded ridiculous if she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes on many an occasion.

Anyway, after each chocolate and Netflix binge, she'd call her mother to remind her not to go into old Mr Steadman's house alone or to at least tell someone where she had gone, and then she would put down the phone with a sigh as she tried to avoid the empty wrappers and chocolate crumbs that littered her bed. She'd tell herself that this self sabotage had to stop, and she promised herself that as soon as Mother Nature had finished torturing her for this month she would really work on bettering herself. She'd exercise, eat green vegetables, even shove a rose quartz crystal egg up her foof because she would quite honestly try anything that gave her even one percent of Gwyneth Paltrow's perfectly goopalicious complexion and make up-less flawless glow. (Such a bitch, gah!)

Dragging herself out of bed, Miriam hobbled through her apartment, switching on every light along the way because she had watched far too many of those aforementioned documentaries to wander around in the pitch dark like some sort of idiot just waiting to be murdered. And also she was somewhat of a klutz and couldn't be trusted to manoeuvre herself around in the dark without causing serious injury. Finally making it to the kitchen, she threw back some pills and wandered aimlessly up and down the hallway waiting for them to take effect.

Back in high school, her gym teacher always made a point of reminding the girls that periods weren't a death sentence, and in fact exercise would help with period cramps so they had no excuse not to shimmy into those less than flattering gym shorts and get moving. Miriam hated her guts for it, but even more so because she was actually right. A little light exercise did help to ease the cramps for a while. which was currently why she was now walking along the same patch of grey carpeted floor over and over again, wondering just when she had managed to make that giant hole right next to the bathroom door. Oh, that's right, she thought to herself. That was the time she was carrying a candle from the kitchen and into the bathroom to add a little mood lighting to her bath with Eddie, when she managed to drop the candle and in a bid to save her bare feet, she sacrificed the floor.

Lost in your thoughts, Miriam didn't even hear the key turn in the lock and it was only when something reached out to touch her shoulder that she screamed and turned to kick her assailant in the groin with a 'hiyah' that would have made Bruce Lee proud.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie groaned, cupping his balls and doubling over in agony. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Shit Eddie, I'm sorry," Miriam apologised profusely, rushing to put her arms around him. "I thought you were a murderer."

"Who had a key?" he spat, trying to breathe through the pain. He was actually kind of waiting for Venom to be so kind as to numb his pain receptors, but the symbiote was too busy wrapping himself around Miriam and nuzzling into her neck. Traitor.

Eddie, Miriam is in pain, Venom announced with a hint of concern in his voice as he wrapped himself even tighter around her body, making her feel all warm and cosy.

"Yeah, she aint the only one, bud," Eddie muttered, finally standing up straight with a slight grimace.

"Eddie, I really am sorry," Miriam apologised again cupping his face.

"Don't worry about it, baby," he tried to smile although Miriam could see he was still in pain. "What are you doing awake at this time of night anyway? I told you not to wait up for us."

"I wasn't," she reassured him with a grin. "I've got the worst period pain and I needed some drugs to make me forget all about it."

"I don't think we have those kind of drugs, baby, but I'm certain there's some painkillers in the cupboard that might do the trick," Eddie teased.

"I love you," Miriam smiled, wrapping her arms around him as Venom wrapped his tendrils around both of her.

"I love you too," Eddie murmured, kissing her lips softly.

He tasted like chocolate and marshmallows and Miriam found herself needing to taste more of him. He grew hard against her and she wanted to groan, because of all the times she was seriously desperate to have sex with this man, who for some inexplicable reason wanted to spend forever with her, the hideously disgusting trickle in between her legs reminded her that she couldn't.

"Soon as this is over, I'm jumping you Eddie Brock and you won't know what's hit you," Miriam promised him, biting her lip seductively.

Eddie just chuckled and kissed her forehead, before pulling her closer against him. He began to sway from side to side and then without any warning decided to spin her out away from him, then drag her back to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Miriam frowned.

"Dancing with you, what does it look like?" he frowned back.

"We're in the hallway at two in the morning with no music," she commented. "You understand my confusion, yes?"

"I guess," Eddie smiled. "Now just shut up and dance with me."

She was in no position, nor did she have any desire to argue because she was so comfortable and happy right there and then.

"And when we get up in the morning, I'm gonna make you a stack of chocolate chip pancakes as tall as you and then we'll snuggle up and in bed for the day. That sound like a good plan?"

"And we can have lots of chocolate sauce on the chocolate chip pancakes," Venom purred.

"Absolutely, Vee," she chuckled as she and Eddie continued their slow dance in silence.

Miriam might have been in pain but she had her two favourite people in the world to help her through it. Maybe periods weren't always so bad after all...Nah, who was she kidding?