#venom fluff

Eddie Brock.

He’s wearing a black hoodie, sleeves pushed up, hair tousled like he fought with the wind and lost. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and has this quiet, kind-of-awkward energy like he didn’t mean to be so hot but here he is anyway. You stare for half a second too long.

He nods politely at you, eyes flickering in recognition, and walks toward the back of the store. You watch him go, subtly—but not subtly enough.

Because Mrs. Chen leans in, amused. “Don’t even think about it.”

You turn to her, deadpan. “He fine as hell. What do you mean, don’t think about it?”

She makes a noise. “Trouble. All the hot ones are trouble.”

“Girl, let me live,” you mutter.

Unfortunately, you said it a little louder than you thought—because from the other aisle, you hear a voice say:

“Mrs. Chen, you’re supposed to be my wing woman. Are you turning people away from me now?”

You practically choke. Your eyes go wide, and Mrs. Chen has the nerve to smirk.

Eddie reappears from behind the shelves with a pint of ice cream in hand and a very amused expression. He glances at you, his eyes warm. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Just… hard not to when your name’s being dragged through the mud.”

You’re mortified.

“I didn’t mean—” you start, panicking.

“I mean,” he says with a crooked grin, “I am fine as hell. That part was accurate.”

You blink. Then you laugh, embarrassed but also charmed. “Okay, wow. I’m just gonna take my Dr. Pepper and go—”

“No, wait.” He steps forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Eddie.”

You stare at his outstretched hand. You blink. Then you take it. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiles—awkward, genuine. “You… uh… come here often?”

Mrs. Chen groans. “Oh my god.”

And just like that, you burst out laughing again.

———

You don’t know how you ended up agreeing to the date. One minute you were talking to Mrs. Chen and low-key drooling over a man with haunted eyes and perfect cheekbones, and the next you were exchanging numbers and trying not to die of secondhand embarrassment.

Now, you’re standing in front of a small, cozy Italian place tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore—classic first date material. The lighting is warm. The smells are divine. The nerves? Off the charts.

Eddie’s already waiting when you arrive. He stands up awkwardly from his chair outside the restaurant, brushing nonexistent crumbs off his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Hey,” you smile, a little breathless.

“You look—uh, nice. Great. Really great.”

You grin. “Thanks. You clean up alright yourself.”

The hostess leads you to a corner booth—quiet, dimly lit, perfect for pretending you’re not both internally screaming. Once seated, the server drops off water and menus, and you both dive into them like they’re hiding from social anxiety behind laminated pasta options.

“So,” Eddie says, eyes scanning the menu. “Do you… like carbs?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“I live for carbs,” he confesses. “I just wanted to make sure we’re not gonna fight over garlic bread.”

“I would absolutely fight you for garlic bread.”

“Fair,” he says. “That’s valid. I’d let you win.”

The banter feels easy. Surprisingly so. Conversation flows—from your favorite movies to embarrassing teenage phases to how much Mrs. Chen terrifies you in a loving-aunt-who-would-fight-a-demon-for-you kind of way.

At one point, your foot brushes his under the table and he goes still. You freeze, thinking maybe you crossed a line—but then he smiles, soft and unsure, like it’s the first time someone’s touched him and meant it.

Halfway through dinner, as you both split a plate of fettuccine Alfredo (he let you win that garlic bread war), Eddie excuses himself to the bathroom. He walks quickly, almost too quickly, like he’s trying to have a conversation with someone who isn’t you.

Which… he is.

Because the moment he rounds the corner, Venom oozes up into his field of vision inside the stall.

“She is delightful,” Venom says, licking imaginary fangs. “Smart. Pretty. Funny. I like her.”

“No,” Eddie hisses, pressing both palms to the stall door. “Absolutely not. You stay inside. Please. This is going well. She doesn’t know. Let me just have this.”

“But I want to meet her,” Venom insists, looming over Eddie’s shoulder like a judgmental roommate. “We could share the garlic bread. She would love me.”

“She would freak out, and then she would run, and then I would cry. You want me to cry, big guy?”

Venom makes a pouty noise. “No.”

“Then let me finish this date like a normal person.”

Venom slinks back down reluctantly. “Fine. But if she hurts you, I get to eat her ex.”

“She doesn’t have an ex.”

“She might one day.”

Eddie groans and splashes cold water on his face.

⸻

Back at the table, you’ve just finished telling the server you don’t want dessert when Eddie returns, slightly flushed but smiling again.

“Everything okay?” you ask, amused.

“Yup,” he says a little too quickly. “Just… had to tell myself not to blow it.”

Your brow lifts. “You think you’re blowing it?”

“No,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly? I’m kind of having the best time.”

Your smile softens. “Me too.”

And that’s how it goes: a little awkward, a little chaotic, a lot charming.

Neither of you say the word second date out loud that night, but you both know it’s coming.

(And somewhere deep inside Eddie’s mind, Venom is already planning the next one.)

———

The second date starts off suspiciously perfect.

You’d picked the place this time—an indie theater playing old-school horror movies and serving popcorn in stainless steel bowls like some sort of classy cinephile fever dream. Eddie had shown up exactly on time, held the door open for you, and hadn’t even argued when you insisted on getting the extra-butter popcorn.

Which was a red flag.

Because Eddie Brock? That man is never this smooth. Not unless he’s got something to prove.

Like maybe to a certain symbiote who is currently fighting for control of the metaphorical steering wheel in his brain.

⸻

You’re seated together in the back row, your shoulder barely touching his, your laugh echoing softly through the dark theater as a corny scene plays on screen.

And Eddie… is tense.

You don’t notice right away. You’re busy, actually enjoying yourself. But Eddie? He’s rigid, eyes flicking nervously toward the corner of the room where a sticky black substance is starting to slither out from under his collar like a nosy eel.

“NOPE,” Eddie mutters under his breath, leaning forward fast and slapping a hand to his neck like he’s got a bug bite.

You glance at him, concerned. “You okay?”

“Yep. Fine. Just, uh… popcorn kernel went rogue.”

You offer him your water. “Drink. You’re sweating.”

“Because it’s… warm,” he says, clearly lying.

From inside his mind, Venom is fuming.

“I JUST WANT TO SAY HI. ONE LITTLE ‘HELLO.’ ONE FANG-FLASH. SHE’LL LOVE IT.”

Eddie’s jaw clenches. He smiles painfully at you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Popcorn revenge?” you tease.

“Something like that.”

⸻

Once he’s in the theater’s dingy little bathroom, he locks the stall and whispers-screams into his palm.

“Dude. No. Not tonight.”

“She is fun! And smells like jasmine! And she laughed at that horrible zombie pun!”

“She’s also a normal person who doesn’t expect a parasite to crawl out of her date’s face during a rom-zom-com!”

“Symbiote. And maybe she would find me charming.”

“You called her ex’s brain ‘appetizer material’ last night. That’s not charming. That’s therapy-triggering.”

Venom pouts. Figuratively. Maybe literally. Hard to tell.

“You’re being selfish.”

“She’s not ready.”

“You’re scared.”

Eddie stares at his reflection.

“…Maybe.”

Eddie comes back from the bathroom looking like he just sprinted up six flights of stairs. His hair’s a little damp, his face pale but flushed, and the collar of his shirt is suspiciously rumpled—as if he got into a minor fistfight with himself.

“Everything okay?” you whisper, watching him collapse into his seat beside you.

He nods too fast. “Yeah. Great. That was… probably the sketchiest bathroom I’ve ever been in.”

You snort a little, turning back to the screen. “You say that like you didn’t do an exposé on moldy jail cells.”

“That mold was safer.”

He laughs a little too hard. Then he goes quiet.

You offer him the popcorn again, and he waves it off. You notice he’s wringing his hands—like his fingers can’t sit still—and chewing on his bottom lip like he’s got some sort of internal monologue happening at full volume.

“You’re nervous,” you whisper, nudging his knee with yours. “Did the popcorn mess you up that bad?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I just—” He looks at you, and for a second his whole face softens. “You’re… very cool. And sometimes I feel like I’m not.”

You blink.

“That’s why you’re twitching like someone dropped you in a blender?”

“Yep.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “Look, if I ever do something weird—like really weird—you’ll tell me, right?”

You furrow your brows, playful but confused. “I mean, you’ve already said ‘no offense to zombies, but if they were real, I’d sue for copyright infringement’ out loud, so… yeah. I’ll call you out.”

Eddie chuckles. But the smile fades quicker this time. His fingers flex on his knees. You don’t notice the way his shoulder subtly tenses like he’s holding back… something.

Something that wants out.

⸻

When the credits roll, you stretch your arms overhead and yawn, giddy from the movie and warm from sitting close to him. Eddie walks you back to your apartment again. You talk about the film, joke about who would survive the zombie apocalypse (you say you would, he disagrees), and your hand grazes his once or twice on the way.

At your doorstep, you pause.

You tilt your head, teasing. “You gonna survive another bathroom trip?”

Eddie gives you a weak laugh. “Not if the plumbing looks anything like that theater’s.”

You smile, but there’s a flicker of curiosity under the surface now.

There’s something… off. Something twitchy. Something guarded.

But he’s sweet. Kind. And trying. Maybe even a little in awe of you. You like him.

So you lean in.

He kisses you goodnight—hesitant, gentle, like he’s afraid he’s going to break something if he’s not careful.

You go inside, heart full, mind spinning, completely unaware that you’re now dating two beings.

One of whom is desperately trying not to introduce himself.

⸻

Meanwhile, in the car, Eddie slides into the driver’s seat and grips the wheel so tightly his knuckles go white.

“YOU ALMOST LET ME OUT.”

“I literally didn’t.”

“You thought about it.”

“No. You thought about it.”

“I LIKE HER.”

“You don’t know her.”

“I like what I know. She is soft and funny and pretty and her blood smells like cinnamon toast—”

“STOP. STOP TALKING ABOUT HER BLOOD.”

“YOU’RE NO FUN.”

“You’re gonna get us both dumped.”

“YOU LOVE ME.”

Eddie groans and bangs his head softly against the steering wheel.

The symbiote purrs.

“You’re welcome.”

———

THIRD DATE – HER APARTMENT THIS TIME.

It had started off simple: a movie night at her place. She offered, shyly, and Eddie—despite the symbiote’s very loud objections—agreed. Venom wanted her to come to their place again (“We have snacks! And chocolate! And a better couch!”), but Eddie promised Venom a triple-decker chicken burrito if he behaved.

And Venom, ever the glutton, accepted the bribe.

So now Eddie sat on her couch, something cheesy playing in the background—some rom-com neither of them were really paying attention to. She was curled up beside him, legs tucked under her, sipping hot cocoa and smiling in that way that made Eddie’s chest do something weird. Not panic attack weird. Not Venom-arguing weird. But happy weird.

The kind of weird that made him think too hard about what it would be like to wake up next to her.

Venom stirred.

“Tell her. I like her.”

Eddie didn’t move.

“I’m being good. I want her to know that.”

“No.”

“What if I pop out just a little bit? Say hi?”

“If you so much as twitch, I will feed you kale for a week.”

“…Monster.”

He smiled at her. She smiled back. She had no idea he was having a telepathic standoff with a symbiote in his head. No idea her date was literally arguing with a seven-foot-tall black goo alien with teeth and a voice like a nightmare.

“What?” she asked softly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Eddie blinked. “Huh?”

“You made a face.”

“Did I?” He chuckled. “Sorry. Just… thinking.”

“About?”

Eddie hesitated. “You,” he wanted to say. “Us.” But the words stuck in his throat.

Instead, he said, “Nothing bad. Promise.”

She yawned, then nudged him with her shoulder. “Good. I like this.”

“This?”

“Us,” she said, quietly, the same thing he’d been too scared to say. “I like being with you.”

His heart damn near burst.

Venom purred.

“TELL HER.”

“Shut up.”

She laughed at something on the screen, her hand absently resting on his thigh. Eddie barely breathed. He was holding onto this night with both hands.

And somehow, miraculously, Venom stayed quiet the rest of the night.

⸻

LATER THAT NIGHT – EDDIE’S APARTMENT

The moment he walked through his door, the peace was shattered.

“You fool!” Venom’s voice echoed through his head as the symbiote practically exploded out, forming like a shadow from his back and slamming down onto the kitchen floor. “You are WASTING TIME!”

Eddie dropped his keys into the bowl by the door. “Could you maybe not scream right after I get home?”

“She likes you. I like her. We are in agreement.”

“She doesn’t know you exist.”

“Whose fault is that?!”

“She will run. I like her. I don’t want her to run.”

Venom hissed but didn’t argue right away. He slithered around Eddie’s shoulders like a living hoodie, half-formed.

“…What if she doesn’t?”

Eddie looked into the mirror across the room. His reflection showed half his face—and Venom’s.

“Then I’ll tell her,” he said, quietly.

Venom blinked those wide white eyes.

“You will?”

Eddie nodded. “Just… not yet. I just got her. Let me enjoy it a little longer.”

Venom tilted his head, then slithered down Eddie’s arm like a dripping shadow.

“Fine. But if she dumps you because you waited too long, I will eat your socks.”

———

She hadn’t planned on staying the night.

It had started out like any other cozy evening: Eddie had made his famously-mediocre spaghetti, and she’d brought over her favorite movie snacks—popcorn, Twizzlers, and Dr Pepper. They were getting comfortable in each other’s space now. Close. Easy. She kicked off her shoes without asking. He let her take over the couch with a blanket without thinking twice.

It was the kind of domestic comfort that made his heart ache a little. Like he was tasting something he hadn’t realized he was starving for.

And then it happened.

Eddie had stepped into the kitchen to make hot cocoa—real hot cocoa, with milk and melted chocolate and those weird peppermint marshmallows she liked. He was humming. He felt happy.

Which was exactly when Venom decided to ruin his life.

As Eddie stirred the milk over the stove, Venom slithered up and out behind him, sensing movement—her, padding softly down the hallway looking for the bathroom. She passed by the open kitchen just as—

“Hey.”

A voice. Not Eddie’s. Deep. Rumbling. Alien.

She froze.

And when she turned, there it was. A massive, slick, black shape, with an angular, sharp face and huge white eyes, rising up from Eddie’s back like something out of a horror movie. Its teeth glinted under the overhead light. It looked alive.

She screamed. It was pure instinct—loud, scared, raw. She backed up against the wall, heart hammering, eyes wide.

Venom blinked, confused. “I was trying to be friendly.”

Eddie bolted into the hallway, cocoa abandoned, panic already setting in. “Shit—shit! I told you not yet!”

“She screamed at me!”

“She doesn’t know what you ARE!”

He rushed over to her, hands up, trying to calm her. She was still frozen, trying to make sense of what she’d just seen. “Eddie,” she whispered, “what the hell is that?!”

Eddie glanced over his shoulder. Venom had retracted partially, goo dripping along the walls like oil. “That… is Venom.”

She didn’t move.

“I can explain. Just—just sit, okay? Please?”

She hesitated, then numbly followed him to the couch. Still shaken. Still silent. Still watching every twitch of his body like something might jump out again.

Eddie sat across from her, elbows on his knees. “Okay. Deep breath. I’m not possessed, okay? I’m not a zombie or an alien or a monster. Well… technically, he is an alien, but I’m not.”

“What the hell is going on, Eddie?”

He swallowed. “Venom is a symbiote. He… lives inside me. We’re bonded. He keeps me alive. He has powers. And hunger. Sometimes for chocolate. Sometimes for… less ideal things.”

She blinked.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you. I know it’s a lot. It’s too much, probably. But I like you. I really like you. And I didn’t want to lose that before I even had the chance.”

She didn’t answer right away.

Eddie sighed, leaned back, ran his hands over his face. “Okay. If you want to leave now—if you never want to talk to me again—I get it.”

“…Can I ask him a question?”

Eddie looked up.

“…Seriously?”

She nodded slowly, still cautious. “If I’m gonna process this, I need to know what I’m processing.”

Eddie exhaled. “Alright. Yeah. Okay.”

Venom oozed out from behind his shoulder, this time smaller, more contained—just a head, floating and blinking with big alien eyes.

“Hi,” Venom said, sheepish.

She didn’t scream this time. Didn’t move. Just stared.

“What do you… like to do for fun?”

Venom tilted his head. “I like eating chocolate. And saving the city. And eating… bad people.”

She blinked.

He grinned—all teeth. “And chicken nuggets. Especially the spicy ones.”

There was a long silence.

Then she stood up, walked calmly to the bathroom, and closed the door.

Eddie rubbed his face. “You had to say ‘bad people,’ didn’t you?”

Venom made a wet, guilty shrug.

Behind the door, she was pacing. Breathing heavy. Whispering, “Okay. Okay. He’s not evil. He’s not evil. He’s just… different. Like superhero different. Antihero different? Shit…”

When she finally came back out, she stood there, eyes on Eddie. Still processing. Still unsure. But calmer.

“…So you’ve had this thing in you the whole time?”

Eddie nodded. “Since before I met you.”

“…You could’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

She stepped closer. “Do you think I’m that easy to scare off?”

“You screamed.”

“…You’re not wrong.”

Venom’s head popped back up. “Do you still like us?”

She blinked.

Then smiled.

“…You made me hot cocoa?”

Eddie stared, then slowly grinned. “Yeah. It might be cold now.”

She stepped closer and kissed his cheek. “Then go reheat it. I have a million questions. And I guess I’m staying the night.”

Venom beamed. “I like her.”

———

It was a Friday night, and Eddie had his hand wrapped lazily around hers as they strolled down the cracked sidewalks of San Francisco. She was rambling about something funny she saw at work—her nose crinkling when she laughed, her thumb absently brushing over his knuckles—and Eddie couldn’t stop smiling. Not for a second.

They were only a block from Mrs. Chen’s shop, the neon flicker of the “Open” sign visible in the distance when it happened.

“Give me the bag.”

The voice was low. Sharp. Laced with a threat that turned her spine to ice.

A man stepped out from the shadows of a side alley, hoodie pulled low, gun glinting beneath the streetlight. His hand was steady. His eyes were wild.

She stopped, heart lurching. Eddie instinctively moved in front of her.

The guy motioned again. “I said give me the bag, lady. Don’t make me ask again.”

She tightened her grip on the strap. “I don’t think you wanna take my bag.”

Eddie’s pulse was already climbing. He felt Venom stir inside him—like an animal licking its lips.

The mugger scoffed, waving the gun at her face. “What, your puny little boyfriend gonna stop me?”

And then—like it was nothing—he yanked the bag from her shoulder and shoved her hard. She stumbled back and hit the pavement with a thud, gasping as her palms scraped against the concrete.

That was the exact moment the air shifted.

Eddie’s eyes darkened. His shoulders rose. His head tilted, slow and steady.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly.

The mugger turned toward him, annoyed. “What—”

But he didn’t finish.

Because from behind Eddie, something surged up. Fast. Fluid. Massive.

Venom exploded out of Eddie like a vengeful shadow, black tendrils slamming into the man and dragging him up off his feet, dangling him upside down like a ragdoll.

The guy screamed—loud, terrified—but only for a second.

Venom opened his monstrous jaws. “We warned you,” he growled, voice layered and deep. “You hurt what’s ours.”

And then—

CHOMP.

It was over in seconds. The man dropped to the ground in a heap—alive, but passed out cold. Covered in slime and half-conscious.

Venom licked his teeth.

Eddie turned, heart still racing. “You okay?” he asked her, rushing over.

She was still on the ground, blinking in stunned silence, staring up at the towering, hulking symbiote standing over them like some feral protector.

“…Did he eat him?” she whispered.

Venom grunted. “Bit. Just a little.”

She looked at Eddie. “Just a little?”

Eddie offered a sheepish shrug. “He doesn’t like when people touch you.”

She stared. Then wiped the grit from her hands and stood, eyes narrowing.

“…Okay. I’m gonna need a burrito after this.”

Venom purred. “With tater tots.”

She blinked. “…Did he just say—?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed. “He’s been obsessed with tater tots lately.”

They stared at the still-unconscious mugger for a second.

“…Should we call the cops?”

Venom rumbled. “He’ll wake up. Eventually.”

“…Cool.” She shook her head. “You owe me a new bag. And tater tots.”

“Done,” Eddie said, sliding an arm around her shoulders as they started walking again.

Venom slithered back inside Eddie’s body with a huff. “She’s growing on me.”

Based on this ask by @weebnotheree (thank you so much for the request, I know it took a while so I appreciate your patience, I hope you like it <3)

***

"Hey y/n!" Your coworker skirts over to your desk with curious excitement.

"Yes?" You glance up from your computer at her.

"Your boyfriend is a reporter isn't he?"

"Correct. Where is this going exactly?"

"Well do you think he'd be able to come cover the charity gala this weekend?" She asks.

"He doesn't really- cover this sort of thing? He'd need to get assigned to it. But I can check with him, he can ask his boss and maybe they'll send someone else down." You concede. It can't hurt, after all, you do need the exposure for the event anyway.

Hours later, after you've both gotten home from work and eaten dinner. You're winding down for the day with Eddie by watching a show together when you propose the question from your coworker.

"Eddie quick question." You say, not lifting your head from his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He's been tracing patterns against your leg for the past ten minutes.

"Do you think you could come cover the charity gala this weekend? My coworker Dani thought it'd be a good idea." You tell him.

"I don't usually write those sorts of pieces." He hums.

"I know I told her, but I also told her I'd ask anyway. It doesn't have to be you, if your boss sends someone else that's fine. We're just aiming to get more eyes on the event." You shrug.

"I'll talk to my boss. He'll probably send someone. Not me though."

"Yeah that's fine, I know these aren't your thing, you don't have to come." You say.

"Say what?" You feel him shift to look at you.

"I drag you to enough work functions. I'll let you skip out on this one." You pat his chest lightly.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Eddie snorts turning back to the TV.

"Technically I already did tell you twice." You chuckle.

"Smartass." He pinches your thigh.

"Always." You sit up just to wink at him.

The following day, you are accosted by Dani pretty much as soon as she walks into the office.

"Did you ask him?"

"Ask who, what Dani?" You ask though you know exactly what she's talking about. "Also have you forgotten that the proper way to start a conversation is with a greeting? What happened to hi? What happened to how are you?"

"Hi, how are you? Did you ask your boyfriend about covering the gala?" She says.

"Hi Dani, I'm doin' alright. How are you?" You ask her.

"Y/n!" She huffs.

"Yes Dani I asked. He said he'd talk to his boss. Knowing Eddie, someone will probably be at the gala. It's handled." You finally cave and give her the answers she came for.

"You're the best!" She tells you.

"I know, thanks." You chuckle. You shrug.

The day of the gala is chaos from the minute preparations start. It's not really anything that surprises you and you've been handling everything that comes your way with ease.

"Y/n!" Your coworker Wendy grabs your attention when you're sorting out something with one of the photographers.

"Yes Wendy?" You aks.

"The uh catering staff is here do you know where they're supposed to-"

"They just got here?! They were supposed to be here an hour ago! Who was on that? They should've been checking for- oh never mind! Their tables are over there on that wall and tell them to hurry Wen the event is literally starting." You sigh pointing her in the right direction. The event is just gaining momentum, doors opened about twenty minutes ago and aside from the catering situation that has just been taken care of, as far as you know, everything is precisely as it should be. At least you hope so since you did come here a couple of hours in advance to make sure things were ready. You aren't technically in charge of this event but you are naturally better at organizing chaos and these events tend to be a bit of a frenzy on the day no matter how prepared you are in advance.

Tonight is your company's annual charity gala. Every year the board votes on a cause to raise money for by hosting a huge party. This year's cause is a charity that supports kids getting involved in the arts. There are a bunch of art projects on display, some of which will be up for auction at the end of the evening, but the goal is to shmooze with the community members effectively enough that they want to support the charity. You spend most of these galas working optics; talking to reporters, setting up pictures, and just generally organizing things throughout the night. As part of the company's public relations department events like these are your specialty. Carefully curating the perception of everything that goes on here tonight with the help of the other members of the department here tonight.

You're pleased to say that a couple of hours in, the event is going off without a hitch. Once it's in full swing, you have your hands full giving statements to different press outlets and sending photographers to snap the board of directors with guests of the event. Just as you're preparing the host for his introductory speech, you notice a small crowd gathering by one of the large glass windows overlooking the city.

"What's going on over there?" The host frowns at you.

"I'm- not sure. Probably just some nightlife chaos got people's attention." You shrug but before you can walk up the stage there's a shout from a few of the guests followed by the sound of shattered glass as something crashes through that large window. The room erupts into chaos as red goop shoots out at people. It only takes you a couple of moments to realize the thing currently ruining your gala is Carnage. You didn't meet him or anything last time they faced off, but Eddie gave you enough of a description to come to that conclusion when you spot the bright red tentacles and eyes so like Venom's but different at the same time.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You huff quietly from where you're crouched behind a curtain with the gala host.

"What is that thing?!" He hisses.

"Doesn't matter. Find the nearest exit and run like hell." You tell him.

"What?! You want me to go out there?! What if it sees me?" He shakes his head. You poke your head out just enough to see Carnage. Weirdly enough he just seems to be picking up people and dropping them on the ground again.

"You ever seen that thing before?" You ask.

"God no!"

"He's looking for something. Unless you think it's you, I'd suggest taking the risk before he starts getting snackish!"

"W-what?!"

"We know you're here! We did our RESEARCH!" The man beside you is practically shaking as Carnage's deep voice rings through the room.

"He's coming this way, you have to move now." You say.

"What about you?"

"He's more likely to notice two of us. I'll be out after you." You're so busy directing the guy you don't realize how close Carnage is to you all until the curtain you're behind is ripped off its bar.

"AHA! THERE YOU ARE!"

"GO! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" You shout to the guy as Carnage reaches for- you. He's reaching for you, you realize only when one spindly spider-like appendage wraps around your waist.

"How noble of you. We weren't after him- but if you must be the hero-" Carnage easily reaches the scrambling host before he can get to the door and all you can do is shut your eyes tight when Carnage lifts him up. It's only when his screams stop suddenly and something warm drips onto your arm that you're sure is blood. You don't dare to check what Carnage has done, but if you had to guess, he bit his head off; much like Venom does when you or Eddie allows him to. Your eyes only shoot open when Carnage starts to move again, swinging back out the hole he came in through and taking you through the city. You're in the air for quite some time before eventually, Carnage drops you, rather gently for a kidnapper, on the ground inside a dusty building.

"Hello, little thing." Carnage says to you.

"I could have sworn Venom dealt with you already." You cross your arms.

"Almost. I was lucky to escape."

"Unfortunate for the rest of us." You muse.

"Rude!"

"Let me remind you that you did kidnap me so excuse me if I'm not kind." You roll your eyes. "I take it my role is to lure Venom to you? Right?"

"Correct. He cares for you. So he will come."

"Of course, he will. Though, disrupting my work event was an unnecessary scene just to lure him out to- where are we?"

"An old firehouse!"

"Wow you really are a baby." You scoff realizing he's chosen another location where loud noise is common.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing nothing. I presume you have a different host now right? That other guy, the serial killer, died the last time, didn't he?"

"I am bonded to his blood! I can regenerate!"

"I'm sorry- so you regenerated… an entire head for your last host?"

"Yes!"

"That is- very strange." You frown. "Still, this place doesn't hold sentimental value to Cletus so- how will they find you?"

"Oh just call them." Cletus makes an appearance, finally, and rolls his eyes as he makes his request.

"Call them? You want me to call them and lead them to where you plan to kill them?"

"Yes. Or I'll kill you."

"That would be stupid. Killing me won't get you what you want." You scoff.

"CARNAGE! YOU TOOK MY CHOCOLATE DROP! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!"

"Guess we don't need to call him." Carnage says pushing you into the fire engine that's collecting dust in the unused building.

"WAS DYING ONCE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" Venom stomps towards Carnage.

"Father. I'm not that easy to get rid of!"

"EVIDENTLY!" Venom charges at Carnage and the two of them are quickly destroying the old brick firehouse you're occupying. From inside the fire truck you're in, it's hard to tell who's winning for most of the fight. It's all too quick and too fluid the way they're throwing each other around. By the time you've gotten a handle on what's going on between the duo, Carnage has Venom pinned to one of the walls that they haven't totally ruined already. Frantically you turn towards the control panel of the fire engine, you can't imagine it's still fully operational but there's a chance you can find some way to make noise with this thing. You need to give Venom the upper hand somehow.

"V!" You shout and cover your ears for only a moment before pressing as much of your weight as you can into the horn of the truck and hoping for the best. You can't explain the relief that you feel when that horrid loud noise fills the small space and Carnage screeches. You let up on the horn once he stumbles away from Venom, his attention on you now that you've gotten involved.

"You!" Carnage snarls. You lay into the horn again before he can get to you and the sound seems to disrupt him enough to almost completely separate him from Cletus. You let up when Eddie has crept up behind them and Venom takes over to fully rip Carnage from Cletus by force. You didn't think that was possible and it is extremely strange to watch. Venom grabs Cletus with an extra appendage and holds him far in the air as he eats the angry red goop that is Carnage.

"EVEN WORSE THE SECOND TIME." Venom grumbles and you can't help but giggle a little. The noise makes Venom wink at you before turning his attention to Cletus. "THIS TIME STAY DEAD!" Venom says before biting his head off, out of your line of sight. You come out of the fire truck just in time to catch him dropping the body.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Venom runs over to you and lifts you into his arms so you're eye level with him as he looks over you for injuries.

"I'm fine V. He didn't actually hurt me. You got here so quickly." You muse.

"EDDIE WAS WATCHING COVERAGE OF YOUR GALA." Venom explains.

"It was going so well until he crashed it." You pout. "You don't have any other errant children we should know about right Venom?"

"NO. NOT THAT I KNOW OF." Venom shrugs lowering you back to the ground.

"Good because this kidnapping thing is very inconvenient." You say. Eddie chooses that moment to reappear and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"Y/n, baby, thank fuck you're okay. I am so sorry." He breathes out.

"You're sorry? What for?" You frown as you hug him back.

"If I had just come to the damn gala in the first place-" You pull back and hold Eddie's face in your hands to make sure he hears what you say next.

"No. It wouldn't have changed anything. In fact, it would actually have been worse I think. There were hundreds of people in that building and we were on one of the higher floors. The casualties if you had fought him there would have been so not worth it. This was the best outcome. I'm sure there were several injuries but I think there was only one death besides him so- don't apologize. Especially because there was no way you could've predicted him crashing my event. Don't blame yourself because other than a ruined charity gala and the inconveniences that come with a kidnapping, I've barely got some scrapes. You two did well." You tell him.

"We couldn't have done it without you. The fire horn was a great idea."

"Yeah well, you were going to die. And I didn't have any fire." You shrug. "We should get out of here though, I can't imagine it'll take much longer for authorities to get here in search of the red monster that crashed a charity event." You add.

"True. The party looked beautiful by the way. You know, before Carnage trashed it." Eddie says scooping you into his arms.

"Thank you baby." You kiss his cheek just before Venom appears again to take you all home.

"I WANT A KISS TOO! I DID ALL THE WORK."

"You can have as many kisses as you want V." You say kissing his cheek too as he walks out of the trashed fire station with you in his hold.

"I WANT ALL THE KISSES THEN!" He declares as he swings you both up into the air.

"Once we get home I'll kiss you til my lips fall off if you so wish my love." You giggle.

"NOT THAT MANY! IF THEY FALL OFF I WON'T GET ANY MORE IN THE FUTURE!"

"Okay okay. Reasonable amount of kisses, once we get home. Deal?"

"DEAL!" Venom says before taking off from building to building to get you home. There's no such thing as normal when your boyfriend is sharing his body with an alien you suppose, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

eddie's footsteps are heavy - clunking with lethargy when he slinks into the kitchen, his t-shirt with three matching holes around it's collar nearly obscuring the hem of his tight briefs. "easy, babe," he chides, although his baritone is a sticky saccharine that seeps into the cratering dimples in his cheeks. "g'morning to you too."

you push the bag closer, by which, at this point, is starting to tear at the soggy bottom. "you look like you're in good need of a nice bagel. one that'll get that dirty face of yours even dirtier. finally give you an excuse to shave it - what do you think?"

you watch as eddie cringes with the booming voice that bites between his ears when he pulls the bagels out of their holding, nearly tearing apart the flimsy tinfoil that binds them in. "you hungry, baby?" you murmur quietly, rolling your shoulders back to have your soggy rain jacket drop from your sweater-clad arms so you can drape it over the coat rack by the door.

venom finally makes his appearance, wrestling his way to freedom through the crest of eddie's shoulder, his snarling, bearing teeth retracted into a somewhat docile smile. "i am hungry."

"look in the bag, v, i brought some stuff for you too. look in the bag, big guy."

with a stuttering groan, eddie's bagel drops onto the sloppy crumble of tinfoil on the counter when venom surges into control, black ooze sliding over each limb, around the circumference of his rib cage, and then up and over your boyfriend's head. "i miss you too much." he admits, tearing apart the paper bag to reveal the stack of chocolate bars once hidden in its bottom. "he never lets me see you."

your bottom lip purls out in a display of empathy, your fingers weaving into the tacky goop that makes up his head. "i'm sorry, baby, but we've got the whole rest of the day, don't we? just let eds eat his bagel first and then i promise i'm all yours, okay?"

but he's having none of it, tendriling his arms around your midriff and immediately plucking you from the ground as if you weigh nothing, dragging you away from the steaming food that has you watering at the mouth. "i don't have time to wait. he will enjoy the chocolate i feed him."

you shriek with surprise, looping your arms around the strong one that's anchored around your middle. "be careful!" you gasp with amused laughter, feet kicking out into empty air.

“Hey! Let me-” Eddie gets cut off as Venom begins to incase his body. 

You hear the big thundering footsteps of Venom and the weight and creaking of the couch as he sits down.

“NIBBLES... YOU ARE LOOKING LIKE A SNACCC WITH THREE C’s” You giggle slightly before looking at him.

“I don’t want love bites right now V...” You say in a more somber tone.

“NOT NOW NIBBLES. I LOVE YOU” You see as the white part of Venoms chest turns into a heart.

“I love you too V..” You say with a small smile.

You can see as his body morphs slightly and extensions begin to grow out of his head.

“What is that?” You ask pointing to the top of his head.

“BUNNY EARS. BUT YOU LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I CALL YOU THAT RIGHT~?” He has a slight purr in the back of his throat which makes you blush.

The ears suddenly disappear into cat ears instead and he develops a nose as he leans over you. You feel him nuzzle into you as he picks you up and places you into his lap. You can’t really describe his texture. He isn’t as slimy as one might think. He continues to purr and nuzzle into you as you scratch between the makeshift ears. His whole body shivers and you giggle again.

“IS MY NIBBLES HAPPY?” He asks the the most hopeful tone he can muster.

You nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes I am very happy Venom... Thank you.” You say as you curl into him.

“Tell Eddie i’m sorry for being mean yesterday... I was just frustrated..”

“HE UNDERSTANDS AND HE LOVES YOU. WE LOVE YOU NIBBLES” Venom says as he licks your cheek.

Eddie shouted, "No! You stop that! You're not real, you're not here. I got into a car accident and I'm in a coma. You are not here!" Eddie was lost in thoughts.

Venom formed his head behind Eddie and touched his bearded cheek with his slick tongue. "We're real, Eddie."

Eddie said, "You're not!" and went to his bedroom. Eddie hid in his bed and said, "I will go to sleep and when I wake up, you won't be there."

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Eddie slowly awoke in the morning and raised his head. "Hello..?" He asked quietly.

In an instant, Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's. "Eddie, how was your night? Because the position you were sleeping in squeezed us. We didn't like it. Now, move your ass to the kitchen, breakfast time is here!" Venom chanted happily.

Brock's head fell back onto the pillow. "You are here, still..." He let out a loud sigh, then his response was, "I don't feel hungry."

As Eddie replied, Venom poked him in the forehead. "But we're hungry. And we want chocolate. Get up, Ed. You gotta look like a human to do some grocery shopping," Venom said, forcing Eddie to rise so quickly that he fell.

"What! How could you even do that to me!? I have food in the fridge and I don't care what you want. I have everything I need in my apartment," Brock grunted in a reply.

Eddie was forced to run to the door and further up the staircase when Venom repeated, "AND WE WANT CHOCOLATE, AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD IN YOUR FRIDGE. WE CHECKED IT LAST NIGHT, IT WAS NOT WORTH OUR TIME AND ATTENTION."

"You stop that now! Look at me! I can't go shopping in my..." Eddie looked down, "Underwear! We are going home and I need to change!"

This was the moment Eddie's neighbor walked out of a flat. A woman closed the door and turned around, improving a purse on her shoulder and froze when she saw Eddie half-naked. Squeaking, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

As Eddie ran to his flat, he locked the doors behind him, pressing his back to the wall nearby. "It's your fucking fault! You can't drag me out of my flat when I'm wearing nothing," he said as he went to his bedroom.

Eddie was fully dressed and ready to go after a few minutes. "Okay, now we can go."

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Eddie walked through the supermarket, looking at the shelves. "I don't really know what I need..." He murmured to himself.

Venom recited happily in man's head, "Milk, two gallons. Orange juice. Bread. Chocolate. Chips. Beer. Chocolate. Chicken. Cucumber. Chocolate. Beer. And more chocolate. And cheese. And fries. Did we mention chocolate?"

"Why do I need so much chocolate? I don't even eat chocolate," Eddie asked as he began to look through the shelves.

"You're a loser, and we want chocolate. If you don't buy us some chocolate, you'll be without liver or kidney. Or both," Venom threatened.

Eddie grunted under his breath, "If you don't stop acting like the prick you really are, you'll be short of chocolate, or you'll be short of host. Or both."

After a few growls, Venom calmed down. It wasn't until he spotted jelly beans. "We want this! Oh, and that minty chocolate too. Oh, and these chocolate bars are delicious, too. Oh, and those pralines! We'll treat you like a king if you buy the pralines, too, Eddie."

Putting everything in a basket and listening to Venom, Eddie said, "Please, don't eat it all at once. Chocolate isn't cheap."

"We'll get you a better paying job soon, don't worry, Eddie," Venom giggled deeply in the man's mind.

Eddie sighed in frustration, "How the hell would you even find me a job? Do you even know what one is?"

"Of course we know, it's a useless thing you keep doing. We'll make you hireable again."

Brock shook his head and laughed, "Yeah. Sure you will."

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Eddie placed bags on the table at home. "Okay... So... You're really here? You're not a dream, right?"

Venom formed his huge face and showed his long fangs; some saliva dripped on the floor as the symbiote smirked widely. As he rested his forehead against Eddie's shoulder, Venom asked, "Do we look like a dream, huh? Feel us. Feel the power we provide you with. You're strong now, feel all these muscles. We'll make you a hero."

"The life with you inside me won't be easy. I mean, my life is different from yours," Eddie laughed softly.

Putting his chin on the man's shoulder, Venom assured, "We'll fit in easily. This will be a fucking amazing experience."