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Everyone around Rachel seems to have superpowers; the weird cashier at the grocery store, the guy robbing the local bank, the hero that's stopping him... But with help from her talking raccoon being powerless won't stop her having the hero team of her dreams!
eddie brock is the og loser boyfriend and i can’t stop thinking about venom just like completely bullying him when he’s in a relationship like his partner is like this drop dead gorgeous person and eddie wears the same sweaty jacket all the time and eats frozen tater tots haha
"There are crumbs on your shirt." Venom observes, and when Eddie nods with a noncommittal grunt, he continues, "And it is not a shirt. It is a sweatshirt. A sweaty sweatshirt, Eddie. And you wore it yesterday."
"That I did," Eddie crams another handful of chips into his mouth, salted and straight from the bag. His attention remains solely on the television in front of him, and Venom's goopy form shakes its head.
"Y/N is coming over later." He reminds the human, watching with disdain as Eddie chokes slightly on his mouthful because of the way he's slouched in his seat. He swallows regardless, and when he speaks, his voice is gruff from the irritation in his throat.
"Yeah, she'll be here in a few minutes," Eddie nods, "Hey, do you think they fake this show? The drama, and all."
Venom has no interest in whether the trashy reality show that Eddie is so enraptured by is fake or not. He cares that you'll be here any minute now, and Eddie looks like a corpse that's been rotting for a few days.
When the doorbell rings, Eddie moves to get up. Crumbs begin raining onto the carpet and he groans as his lazy joints ache, so Venom shoves him back into place with a strong tentacle and uses another to stretch and open the door for you.
You're clearly expecting a person on the other side, but you're quick to recognize the tentacle you're met with instead. It wraps greedily around your waist and you place your hand over its sticky form, grinning as you're barely able to shut the door behind you before Venom yanks you over to the couch.
"Hi, baby," Eddie greets, tipping his head onto the back of the sofa to grin upside-down at you, "How are you?"
"Good," You lean down to kiss him upside down, and Venom is appalled that you're willing to put your lips on Eddie's crumb-coated ones.
"Sour cream and onion?" You guess, and you're rewarded with the near-empty bag of them that Eddie had been demolishing.
You settle happily onto the couch by Eddie's side with the chips in your hand, and when Venom begins to let go of you you hold his tentacle in place. The symbiote watches you silently for a moment, observing your behavior and thinking a whole host of unsavory thoughts about humans and their disgusting tendencies.
"I do not understand," Venom interrupts your gushy sentiments with Eddie about how terrible the acting is on so-called 'reality' shows, "Eddie is disgusting."
The man's nose wrinkles and you let out a scoff of a laugh.
"Thank you, Venom. That's very kind of you. Did you forget you're made of slime?"
"Slime does not sweat. And I do not have crumbs stuck all over me."
"Venom, being in a relationship with someone means that you need to be comfortable with them. We don't have to dress up all the time, Y/N knows what I look like in pajamas and I've seen her hair unbrushed in the morning."
Venom, too, recalls the rather impressive tangled mess of hair that you sport after a night of deep sleep.
"You do not mind that he smells?" Venom turns to you, his milky-white eyes blinking with a squelch.
"He's smelled worse," You give a half-shrug, only one of your shoulders moving as you squirm closer to Eddie beneath the blanket he's draped over you.
"You're both too good to me," Eddie grins, batting his lashes sarcastically, "Careful not to flatter me too much, don't want my head to get too big to fit in my helmet."
Venom regards Eddie for a moment, then thinks of the motorcycle helmet the man breathes into every day. It's repulsive.
"Your head is already abnormally large," Venom observes, settling into Eddie's shoulder opposite from you, "I will keep insulting you so that it does not get bigger. You are repulsive."
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→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.
→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,
→ Fandom: Unspecified
→ Genre: Headcanons
→ Pronouns: They/Them
The Backstory:
You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.
Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.
Pre Tentacles:
He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)
Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.
You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up
"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."
On to the actual dating
You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy
His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)
The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it
You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)
He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles
He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)
Post Tentacles:
Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™
So what happens in this brief time?
Chaos. Pure chaos and fear
Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment
Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man
The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back
At which point:
Yay, evil power-couple time!
I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do
He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.
With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well
He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)
It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.
You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information
Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?
You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.
Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)
His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)
Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote
Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.
I have to say this how would Otto react to reader having Venom (the character) with her/him/them?
sinister 5 villains x g.n.!reader | s/o with venom symbiote hcs
MASTERLIST
warnings: cursing ; venom eating people
pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; max dillon x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader
word count: 1,376
summary: it’s time to let the man you love know about another person in your relationship. Or rather, alien.
a/n: venom is an icon. i forgot to add them to my masterlist but i do accept rqs for venom and eddie, so when rqs open again, feel free to send one in! I hope you like this, thanks for reading! <3
OTTO
As much as he loved you, Otto had to admit that your behavior at the beginning of your relationship strook him as peculiar. At first he thought you were just one of those people who talks to themselves. But then it would seem you were referring to some invisible presence in the room.
“Don’t say that. You know I don’t like it when you eat people!”
To say he was worried was an understatement.
“Dear? Who are you talking to?”
“Uh,” you mumbled, “I’m using bluetooth! Yeah!”
“Why the hell are you talking to a cannibal?”
Once you and Otto had established a strong foundation of trust between each other, you decided it was time to tell him the truth. Of course, there was no easy way of telling your boyfriend you had bonded with an extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that likes tater tots.
“Otto. You know how like, aliens are a thing?”
“Ah yes, Peter’s mentioned several invasions. Why?”
“...There’s someone you should meet.”
Before he could inquire upon your strange behavior, hell broke loose.
“Hello, Y/N’s boyfriend,” a deep voice growled, coming from an obsidian ooze forming from your shoulder.
“WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THAT-” The man jumped, his metal tentacles on high alert, whirring protectively at the sight.
“Otto, it’s alright. This is Venom. Venom, please stop baring your teeth like that, you’re scaring him.”
“Sorry. I was trying to smile.”
It was a pretty big adjustment to say the least. The shock took a while to wear off, considering that learning about your s/o’s alien symbiotic relationship can be a tad absurd. Once he had managed to compose himself, he certainly had a lot of questions.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to freak you out, I really like being with you, Otto. I just feel comfortable sharing this part of me with you now. I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to handle,” you frowned, averting your gaze from him.
“Well, I definitely didn’t anticipate this,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How does this relationship between you two work, exactly?”
You continued to explain how you and Venom operated, giving him the gist on the Klyntar; other people with symbiotes; your powers; Venom himself, and the important note that you two work together equally.
“So I’m in a relationship with you and your alien?”
“Only if you want to be! Venom likes you a lot, actually.”
The two of you had talked for hours, Otto’s confusion eventually evolving into intrigue. His scientific side had been incredibly excited at the prospect of meeting life from space, especially one as unique as Venom.
“How would you like to talk with Venom for a bit?”
“As if this situation could get any stranger. Sure, where is the parasite?”
“That’s incredibly offensive!” Venom snarled.
“V! Don’t be mean, he didn’t know!”
“Uh. Apologies - Venom, is it?”
“Yes. We are Venom.”
“It’s… nice to meet you,” Otto said, hesitantly reaching his hand out to shake. Suddenly a dark slimy arm formed from yours, grasping his hand tightly.
“Thank you for your hand,” Venom replied, “...But why are you giving it to me?”
At first, things were turbulent between the two. Frequently, Otto would find himself annoyed by the alien’s brash nature.
“Venom, please don’t be so messy when you’re here. You’re destroying the carpet.”
“I’M JUST TRYING TO EAT, TENTACLE MAN-”
Despite their differences they eventually grew close, Otto joining you in teaching him about human life. He had to admit, living with an alien could be amusing. And Venom in return would answer all of Otto’s scientific questions; even begrudgingly letting him analyze a sample of him. With time, the three of you became quite the trio, Otto learning to love Venom as much as you did.
“I made us dinner,” Venom boomed. To your surprise, it looked edible. One could actually consider what laid on the table to be food.
“Venom, this is wonderful!” You grinned, taking a seat in front of Otto.
Otto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Venom more and more began to show Otto his caring side, and he truly appreciated the fun Venom would bring.
MAX
You had luckily told Max before you started dating, back when you were close friends. The only people you’d tell about Venom were those you trusted the most, and Max was quickly ascending to the top of the list. He met you at your apartment when you broke the news to him.
“Max. I’m bonded with an alien symbiote named Venom. I’m his host. I turn into him and sometimes we fight crime and sometimes we cause it. He’s very big and scary but also kind of sweet.” you rambled on, anxious to see his reaction.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not a joke!” The symbiote shouted, suddenly defensive.
“OH.” Max replied simply, eyes widening at your form slowly transforming into Venom.
“...Wow. You’re big, huh?” His eyes were still wide, his voice stuttering, taking in the imposing creature.
“Yes. We are quite tall.”
“And you’re an alien?” Max asked, Venom replying with a nod.
“Holy shit!” He laughed, “This is awesome!”
Max assured you that he’d keep Venom a secret. All in all, it didn’t seem that crazy. The multiverse existed. Magic was a thing. He had electric powers. Who’s to say you couldn’t bond with an alien?
Before you started dating, Venom would be your number 1 wingman.
“Get Max red velvet cupcakes. I think they’re his favorite.”
“Max is really cool. We, are really cool. We’re perfect for each other!” Venom proclaimed proudly.
After you and Max shared a particularly electric first kiss, before you could give him another, you were interrupted.
“Wow Max! You are an excellent kisser!” Venom shouted.
“VENOM-”
Venom and Max got along incredibly well. He would warm up to Venom quickly, asking him questions and gushing over how cool he was. Venom absolutely loved the attention.
“At least Max appreciates me!”
“I do appreciate you, Venom. But I can’t be your personal chef right now.”
“Is everything okay?” Max asked, popping his head into the room.
“Venom’s hangry.”
“Oh. I’ll go put some tater tots in the oven.”
If anyone is ever rude to Max, just like how people could be before he turned into Electro, both you and Venom are livid.
“I know I say not to eat people. But maybe you should eat that asshole!” You snapped angrily.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Venom grinned, pouncing towards his next meal.
You, Max, and Venom were attached to the hip. With his electricity and your alien symbiote, you’re unstoppable.
NORMAN
Norman isn’t one to judge. He has an evil alter ego with super strength and murderous tendencies. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with another voice inside his head. Of course he was a bit shocked, but in truth, he was mostly excited. He was meeting an alien!
“Incredible. The alien can speak! How did it come to Earth? What does he eat? Is he-”
“The alien can hear you,” Venom interrupted, his ooze masking your figure.
“Hello, there. You’re quite something, aren’t you?” Norman chuckled, despite being more than a bit intimidated by Venom's form.
“...Y/N said you’d pester me.” Venom sighed.
If you ever encounter conflict with Venom, Norman is quick to sympathize. He knows how hard it can be, trying to balance two entirely different trains of thought.
“Venom. Y/N is right. Please don’t eat the mailman,” Norman pleaded. “In fact, eat the chicken in the fridge instead. Once you’re done, could you give Y/N a break? They’re quite tired.”
“Fine.”
Although he knows not to anger Venom, the goblin doesn’t necessarily understand that. Sometimes the two will clash and inevitably, chaos will ensue.
“We could rule the world together, Venom. You, me and Y/N can do anything with our minds put together!” The goblin cackled.
“I’M TRYING TO LISTEN TO ENYA. LEAVE NOW, GOBLIN MAN,” Venom roared, his patience wearing thin with the super-villain.
But he tolerates Norman. Venom is a bit annoyed by his constant scientific questions and prodding, but he appreciates Norman’s quiet demeanor.
“Venom, may I take another sample? Please-”
“No.”
“Please?”
“If Y/N weren’t here, I definitely would’ve eaten you by now.
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→ Summary: After an incident, Otto finds out that Y/N is a mutant.
→ Author’s Note: Idk what this is probably the result of my Doc Ock obsession and watching some of the X-Men + Wolverine movies. Not evil Otto for this one. Pretend Norman allows them lunch breaks.
→⚠ Warnings ⚠: Insecurities(?)
→ Fandom: Spectacular Spider-Man
→ Genre: Oneshot
→ Word Count: 1.2k
→ Pronouns: They/Them
You had no idea what Otto would think if he found out. You had been working at OsCorp for a good few years and in that time you’d come to consider him a friend. He seemed nice, but then again most people did when they didn’t know you were a mutant. It’s why you choose to keep it completely under wraps. The only people that knew were in your family.
You worked in the genetics department. It seemed cliché, the person with a genetic mutation studying genetics, but that’s just how life works sometimes. You don’t remember how you met, and you didn’t really need to. You both took lunch at the same time and had been doing so since your first month at the company.
It was lunch right then, not that you would have known that. You were too engrossed to notice the passage of time or your colleagues leaving the room or even Otto hesitantly approaching your hunched-over form. He softly called out to you but to your unprepared mind, it registered as a threat. On instinct, you disappeared. At least that’s what it must have looked like to Otto. You looked down at your arms and saw nothing. You saw the shock spread across his face as you silently stared. He turned around the room in search of you, mouth slightly agape. It was a better reaction than your last boyfriend.
You’d turned semi-invisible in your sleep (meaning only your clothes were visible) and when he saw you he thought there was a ghost in your apartment. (Which was somehow more acceptable to him than the real reason).
He softly whispered your name, which was when you reappeared. He jumped back in shock. “H-how did you do that?” He kept his voice low, likely not wanting to attract any attention from the people walking the halls outside.
Oh God, it was happening. You couldn’t tell if the look on his face was the ‘what-the-hell-did-you-do’ kind of shock or the ‘what-the-hell-are-you’ kind of shock. It was usually the second kind, but you didn’t believe Otto was like that. Didn’t want to believe he was like that.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute and your ears were burning hot as coal. This was it. You took in a deep breath and decided it would be quicker and easier to rip the bandaid off immediately. “I’m a mutant.” Then there was silence. His face reminded you of someone who had just figured out a complicated math equation, just more excited.
It seemed as if the words went directly from brain to mouth. “Do you know how it works?” The realisation seemed to hit him quickly as he fumbled a bit with his next words. “Of course you know how they work,” he mumbled it like an apology, “D-do you know how it works on a cellular level, I mean.” With each passing word his voice became softer. You simply stared at him. You knew he was a scientist but his attitude still surprised you. Not afraid of the unfamiliar and instead interested - captivated by it - even. “No,” that was the word that opened the floodgates, “but I am doing independent study using my own blood. Oh, I also did my thesis on the genetic differences in human and mutant DNA.”
A small smile made its way onto his face. The air of the room was far less tense than a few moments before. “I suppose that’s why you never mentioned your thesis before.” Your face fell somewhat. “I can talk about it more if you want, just - don’t tell anyone else. Please.” It bruised your ego a bit to be pleading with someone like you're a school child asking someone not to tell anyone about your crush, but what else could you do.
“Yes, of course,” he cleared his throat, though it sounded more than a little forced, “should we get to lunch now?”
You whipped your head in the direction of the clock on the wall. Your lunch break started a whole five minutes ago.
“Sure, sure. My bad.”
↔
At most lunches, you were both too drained to speak about much, preferring to enjoy each other's company in silence. Otto was more talkative than before for obvious reasons.
“You could commit crimes very easily with your abilities,” he spoke softly.
“I suppose so,” you didn’t quite enjoy what he was implying, but you didn’t want to assume deeper meaning where there might not have been.
“Have you?” Once again, brain directly to mouth. “Thought of it I mean- I know you’d never do something like that.”
“A few times,” it was tempting, even the best people’s minds would wander if they had your abilities, “I never acted on it. I doubt OsCorp would hire someone with a criminal record.” Nark sons of-
“Of course they wouldn’t, it would be horrible for publicity.” He cleared his throat and gulped down his water.
“Sure.” The conversation ended there and left a one-sided awkward air between the two of you. You wondered if it was a felony or a misdemeanour that caused the sudden uptick in his nerves.
↔
It was the end of the workday and the lunchtime incident was almost completely absent from your mind. You packed your lab equipment away and wiped down almost every surface that you could. You weren’t sure if Otto was still in the building, but knowing him you ventured to guess he was. When you reached his lab, you could clearly hear what sounded almost like an argument. Almost because it was just someone else berating him. You knocked on the door and called out his name. The room went quiet and not a minute later Mr Osborn stormed out of the room. He shot you an irritated glance, but said nothing.
You hesitantly poked your head into the doorway. The lab was clean and Otto looked to be unharmed. (physically at least)
“Are you in trouble?” You asked, stepping into the room.
“No, no trouble. Mr Osborn is just … like that.” He was trying to keep the mask up, but it was plainly obvious that he was upset. Maybe now wasn’t the best moment to ask, but then again- “Do you want to go get dinner with me? I could pay if you want.”
“Yes.” His answer was quick, but his backtracking was just as fast. “I-I would love to…” He trailed off.
“But?”
“But I have more work still to do.” He sounded as disappointed as you felt.
“I thought they weren’t allowing overtime for this month?” HR did a crappy job of explaining why, but you got the basic idea down.
You could practically hear the way his heartbeat spiked by the look on his face. “It’s a special occasion.” You decided it was best not to question the way higher-ups thought.
“Do you know when you’ll be free?” This conversation was a verbal trainwreck.
“I believe I’ll be available next Thursday.” He had that awkward smile on his face again, it looked almost like the one he had when a hypothesis was proven wrong.
“That works.” The little confidence you had when you first walked into the room was nowhere to be found at this point in the conversation. He extended his hand, and you shook it. “It’s a date.”
He had to have been the most awkward yet cute person you’d ever known. And you had a date with him next Thursday.
Little Preview of the Otto Oneshot that I'm currently writing:
He turned around the room in search of you, mouth slightly agape. It was a better reaction than your last boyfriend.
You’d turned semi-invisible in your sleep (meaning only your clothes were visible) and when he saw you he thought there was a ghost in your apartment. (Which was somehow more acceptable to him than the real reason).
quick thought: old school Doctor Octopus x civilian reader where they have the exact relationship that Roxanne Ritchi and Megamind have where he kidnaps her all the time over the news until Spider-Man comes to get her and over time they actually start getting feelings for eachother
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