#peter parker x venom!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cxlamarisalxmi · 11 months

Text

Being Miguel’s daughter and hosting Venom

[Platonic One-Shot]

c/w: major spoilers, angst, gender neutral terms and pronouns (they/them), suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, no gendered terms used to describe reader, canon ignorance and inaccuracies, if you read the drabble you’ll know you originally just hosted Venom but this time I’m writing you as Spider-Venom

—

[Unedited]

The sun kissed the Western horizon as it slowly sunk beneath the surface. The gorgeous colors of the settling dusk bathing your New York in the luminous sheen of the golden glow that settles upon the city like a blanket.

You were just finishing up for the day, swinging from a tall skyscraper to tether a web to the very top of a clock tower. Pulling yourself up all the way to the top to perch on one of the very many gargoyle statues jutting out of the tower’s roof lip.

“Hungry.”

“That’s what the sandwiches are for bud.”

Venom settled inside when you tore the wrapping off the sandwich and took a big bite out of the end. Plenty of meat packed into the sandwich but also enough vegetables to sustain you too. Nutrients were vital in your symbiotic relationship with the alien and regardless of where they came from you both needed hundreds of them to keep yourselves alive and healthy.

“I hate the vegetables.”

“Well I like them. They taste better than people do.”

“You’ve never had another person before! You don’t let me eat people!”

“I’m not a cannibal.”

“Hmph.”

You rolled your eyes at the symbiote’s childish behavior, you’ve grown used to it but that didn’t mean you’d grown to like their attitude.

But you had grown to like them, ever since they had attached themself to you on your fourteenth birthday. The same day you very nearly took your own life.

Your life was far from perfect, as a matter of fact you can’t remember a time in your twenty long years of being alive that you’d actually been happy. Really, well and truly happy.

Your mother died when you were five and your father had abandoned you not too long after. About a year and half to be precise, and in his care and his care alone you’d learned that he was the furthest thing from what a proper father should be.

The first five years in which he parented you alongside your beloved mother he seemed guarded. Closed off, angry at the world and everyone surrounding him. And his own personal turmoil seemed to transcend into raising you— as he didn’t put an ounce of love or affection into bringing you up.

At the time, you hadn’t understood. What did you do wrong? Did you make him angry? Why wouldn’t he love you unconditionally? Your mother did.. was it so hard for him to treat you as his own? As if he loved you?

Apparently it was too hard for him, because he didn’t want to do it alone. And when your mother had died of cancer he had attempted to raise you in her honor but failed miserably and gave up within two years.

You were seven when you experienced your first heartbreak, in the years prior under his ‘care’ you had plenty share of devastation and let-downs from him. But none compared to this, no other feeling you had ever experienced before compared to this.

A searing ache in your chest born of self doubt, lack of self worth and value. Because you had believed it was entirely your fault that he was incapable of loving you fully and to the extent of his heart. And it festered in your years spent under different families, the issues regarding how you viewed yourself only darkening as you were let down over and over again.

Given up on— over and over again. And the ache continued to linger, growing in secret places— dark and hateful in your tired heart.

And slowly but surely it had given up on you too, shatter to pieces and cast to the wind to leave you broken and hurt. Vulnerable and fragile to the cold and bitter winds of this cruel and brutal life.

Eventually your mind followed suit, wishing for anything to escape this pain. Anything to leave it behind.

Your luck had a turn for the worst when you were bitten by a spider at twelve and gifted cursed with abilities and skills inhuman and otherworldly.

Enhanced senses, heightened sensitivities and awareness and phenomenal intelligence and strength.

Superhuman.

And for two years you lived with it, not utilizing the powers for any kind of purpose. The heightened healing property of your curse made it hard to give up on this life as you had so desperately wished to.

You tried and tried again— and each time you failed.

When you were fourteen is when you met Venom, you had tested buildings before but never the Golden Gate Brigde. And as you clambered over the rail to stand at the very edge of the bridge’s structure— it happened.

You remember the feel of their texture sliding across your skin, then the pressure you felt as they sunk beneath your skin to meld with your body—

“It wasn’t that bad. You’re overexaggerating.”

“I thought we agreed you’d stay out of my head.”

“I never agreed to that.”

“Venom,” you scolded lightly. Not reprimanding in a way that spat disappointment over ownership. But in a way that spoke volumes of the relationship you shared with the alien. Equals.

“I hate it when you think about that bastard.”

“I know, I’m sorry.. my thoughts get away from me.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. He made his choice, you are what he made you. And you’re more than worth it. You deserve love just as everybody else.”

They went silent after that and you didn’t bother trying to get them to keep up the conversation. Just smiled softly at their nature— overprotective and fond.

Venom had saved your life when you were at your lowest, the abilities you gained from your spider bite coupled well with their own. And upon latching themself to you they had promised they would make you see the value in life. And you had.. in them.

They were what kept you alive, and you couldn’t be more grateful for them coming to your aid when you needed it the most.

“You’re sweet, you like to act like you’re big and bad but on the inside you’re just a big softie.”

“I regret everything I said.”

“Oh come on, I was thanking you for what you said.”

“Funny how you didn’t actually say the words ‘thank you’ at all.”

You just laughed as they grumbled in your head, but you were swift to straighten and turn serious when your senses tingled. Like a cold rippled shucking down your back to warn you of incoming danger or threats.

Venom growled lowly alongside the tingle and you jumped up, spinning around to face the danger that caused your senses to ripple. And a glowing orange portal suddenly erupted to life just a few feet in front of you. Sliding your mask back on you separated your feet and steadied yourself, prepared and strong in stance.

Your senses tingled again— sharper this time and you stood there on tense silence and a brief moment of absolute stillness. A moment later something was shooting from the portal, something turned out to be someone and you recognized the green suit and grinning goblin mask as Green Goblin tackled you off the building.

You freed yourself from his grasp and shot a web to the corner of the building to your left before pulling yourself free from his grip and onto the side of the skyscraper.

Your jaw ticked as a flicker of annoyance sparked to life in your chest. The very last thing you wanted to deal with after a long day was an anomaly. You were honestly tempted to just call up Peter B. Parker and have him come here and take care of this himself.

Or maybe he could convince the leader he follows to come do it, not that you know his name or anything f about him but from what Peter says apparently he’s pretty damn good at his job.

“Seriously another one? Our dimension can’t be that exciting can it?”

“Right there with ya buddy, why did he have to come here after we already finished up our day too?”

“Honestly, like— a little fucking class wouldn’t hurt.”

You chuckled at their remark before your senses tingling had you swinging away from the spot you occupied previously just as a gas bomb erupted against the brick.

An irritated sigh left your lips behind the fabric of your mask as you perched yourself on a lamp post, the Goblin’s eerie hysterical laughter echoing loud and prominent in the desolate streets surrounding you. Everyone having long since turned in for the night leaving the area free of any civilians which made your job —and in turn Venom’s— easier at least.

The fight that had begun two minutes after Goblin had tried to surprise you with his fucking chemical bombs wasn’t all you had thought it would be. This Goblin was a whole lot weaker than your Goblin, not only that but the guy kept glitching every few minutes.

And you and Venom capitalized on the very golden opportunities that event opened up to you every time it occurred.

And finally taking him down without any damage to the buildings or street was just the icing on the cake, the fact that the whole fight didn’t endanger any innocent people was a plus too.

Things only went to shit when you went back to that portal with Goblin slung over your shoulder and found two different spider variants walking out of it.

“Well what the fuck took them so damn long? Sure, sure no worries we’ll protect our own universe and keep others out too. No fucking problem on our end.”

Again, you found yourself chuckling humorously at Venom’s attitude. Their clear lack of patience and respect for those in charge of keeping the multiverse under control amusing you. Sure, you both liked Peter enough to admire what it was he and the guy he followed did.. along with the other spider variants he works with. But still.. if you’re going to make this your entire career and you’re going to dedicate yourself to the security of the multiverse— at least be good at it.

“Think this asshole got lost, poor wee lamb.” You quipped as you landed on the rooftop the other were standing on. You carelessly threw Goblin off your shoulder and he grunted as he hit the concrete on his back. The sound of pain coming from him almost humanizing him a bit, and you curled your lip derisively as he broke out into a mad grin seconds later.

Whilst you were distracted staring at Norman, Miguel withheld his sudden and intense urge to upheave all the contents in his stomach. His heard felt like lead as it plummeted to his toes, knots in his stomach winding themselves up tightly at the sound of your voice.

“[Y/Name]?”

You looked up when the man of the two variants spoke, and there was a flicker of recognition in your stomach at the voice. Recognition that swiftly turned to course and fiery hot rage that flowed through your blood like magma.

“How dare he?!”

The man pulled his mask off his face and there he was, your father, Miguel O’hara.

“How dare he return here?!”

You took an instinctive step back from him when he revealed his face. And you flinched internally when you saw it, he looked miserable.. eyes bloodshot and brows downturned to put a deep and painful scowl on his face.

He looked broken.. hurt.

And the twisted and vengeful feelings inside you felt good at the prospect of him hurting. You liked that look on his face.. because he more than deserved whatever put it there.

Miguel watched as you stepped back, you didn’t remove your mask as he did. Just stood there frozen as you stared at him. Then the eyes of your mask narrowed and he could abruptly feel the heat of your glare searing into his skin. Angry and painful.

“Parker— that fucking bastard, we’ll kill him.”

“We?” The woman spoke and you looked from your father to her. She had darker skin and a styled afro, her mask was more or less goggles on her face and Venom snickered inside your head at the mental insult you made.

You decided to ignore her question, the passive aggressive tone she took not inclining you to be cooperative with her at all.

“As far as we know Osborne was the only one who got into this universe,” you informed choosing to look back to Miguel to address him instead of the woman. “So gather him and go home.”

“[Y/Name] wait!—”

“Don’t. You’re just here for him right?” You queried gesturing to Norman when you referred to him. Then you were facing Miguel again. “Take him and get out. We’re finished here.” You weren’t granted the chance to see his reaction— immediately doing what you thought was best for you and getting out of the uncomfortable spot his return had put you in.

And you swung away as you ignored the calls of your name he roared into the night. You didn’t want anything to do with him, and there was nothing you owed to that bastard. Not a damn thing.

And as you swung away from that rooftop you felt angry at the fact that you could feel your guarded heart hurt in deep and stinging agony once again— because of him.

And you felt a twitch of disgust in yourself twist itself into a knot within your chest, born at the expense you felt you were dishonoring Venom by being hurt you saw your father again.

After all, it was them that had healed you six years ago when they had first bonded with you. And it was them and them alone that had healed that ache in your heart.

“Kid.”

“Please Venom, not now.”

They went silent after that, and you stayed quiet too as you swung through the city. You just wanted to be at home, safe and comfortable in the warmth of your own space. Just so you could calm the roaring of your blood and thunderous heart in the security and peace that your home brought you.

You knew that now that he knows you’re still alive he’ll come back, and you’re not sure how the next time will go.. this time you just wanted out. The way your heart had picked up and the way your blood quickened had made you just want to be isolated and safe.

You’re not so sure which feeling will take more presence next time— but you could promise this; the rage you had briefly felt, that died behind the feeling of ache and hurt but still lingered, was strong. If it took province over every other feeling next time you could promise it wouldn’t end well.

Not for Miguel.

Not for you.

And not for the multiverse.. the same multiverse he had been so keen on protecting—

The multiverse he had chosen over you.

—

a/n: I did this during a tattoo on my ribs— and the wipe down continues to be my least favorite part of adding tattoos to my body, cause how can I sit through a tattoo just fine then get weak on the wipe down? 🥲🤌🏽

#across the spider verse #spiderverse #miguel o’hara #jessica drew #peter b parker #miguel o’hara x reader #venom x reader #spiderverse x reader #venom x platonic!reader #miguel o’hara x daughter!reader #platonic reader

3K notes · View notes

weyirn · 11 months

Note

Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly

Marvel x Male!Reader

Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up

----------------------------------------------

☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.

❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.

💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.

🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.

⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"

🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.

💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).

⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.

🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.

🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).

2K notes · View notes

angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

Note

Hello Can you please do spidider verse characters also with a reader with anxiety were the spiders are hanging out with a friend alot and the readers anxiety kinda acts up (idk if thats what you call it.)?

A Quiet Moment In A Sea of Chaos

Spiderverse Characters and how they comfort their partner (Reader) that has an anxiety attack

(Including Eddie/Venom and Spider-Medic!)

A/N: This is all based off of various panic attacks I've suffered through, and different methods I use to help calm myself down from them.

Miguel O'Hara:

• You and Miguel were in the middle of a big company party at Alchemax, full of snobbish jerks who sneered at the dumbest comments and inside jokes.

You stood, holding onto Miguel's thick arm beneath his suit as he put on his best, fakest smile he could manage to plaster on his gorgeously plush lips, his sensitive eyes shielded behind his glasses. Sure he was odd for wearing the dark lenses indoors, but he was rich enough that nobody questioned it. And besides, it really put his whole outfit together.

He exuded physical prowess and success. And usually, just having him near you was enough to make you feel just as confident as he was in these sort of gatherings.

But right now? Right now you were freaking out. You bottled it all up inside, but all you could think about was wanting to shrink down, crawl into Miguel's suit pocket, and hide there for the rest of the night, to escape the stares and snickers of the other snobby party goers that settled into your skin like a horrible mist.

• Miguel took notice, his ear twitching as he heard your heart thud in your chest, so frightened like an animal wanting to escape a cage. He heard your breathing get shallow, weaker.

He excused the two of you from the droll conversation he had been sucked into so he could bring you out onto the balcony, hoping that the cool nighttime summer breeze would help ease your concerns.

He would bring you close, caging your smaller frame against his, crushing you in a tight hug, smothering you in the calming scent of his cologne and the very essence that is him.

Miguel your pet your back softly, whispering sweet things into your ear.

"Mi amor. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. Just breathe." He would say to you.

"Your heart is pounding, sweetheart. I can hear it like a gunshot going off in my ear. I'm going to hold you as long as it takes, okay?"

You would nod, bunching the expensive fabric of his suit in your fingers as he talked you through your waves of anxiety, soothing and kissing away any nervous tears that spilled.

"That's mi vida." He would smile down at you warmly, his glasses automatically tinting so you could see his warm eyes clearly in the lower light out on the balcony.

His full lips quirked up in such a way your heart fluttered in an entirely different manner, the gaze he was giving you so soft and warm that it could break hearts of any caught in it.

It didn't break yours however. All it did was remind you that you were safe in the only shelter you had from the chaotic storm that was your own anxiety; whisking you away to a paradise where your fears could not harm you.

"I'm not going anywhere, love." He would say to you, his voice full of tenderness and love.

"Come on. I'll tell them something came up and we can go home." He would say to you. "If I have to hear one more word from that asshole McLenny, I'm going to hang myself anyways."

When you finally laughed, Miguel grinned.

Pavitr Prabhakar:

• You guys were hanging out in the cafeteria at Spider Society HQ, Hobie regaling you, Pavitr, and Jess with his most recent anarchistic victory over the Osborne of his universe.

You had been picking at the fabric of your suit hard as Hobie talked. You felt their eyes glued to you after a short time, feeling a nasty feeling roiling around in your gut, but you couldn't focus on it. All you could focus on was the floor, so shiny that it reflected the lights and images of your friends and boyfriend with such blinding clarity that it gave you a migraine and made your panic attack rise more violently.

You were so consumed by the feeling gnawing at your gut that you didn't notice when Pavitr told Jess and Hobie that he needed to get you out of there.

Hobie and Jess knew about your anxiety, and Jess, her maternal instincts flaring heavily to life, felt her protective nature surge forward as mama bear ushered Pavitr to get you out of there quicker.

• Pavitr frantically looked for a place to bring you, not stopping until he found an empty office room to sit you down in.

"Hey, hey, lovie." Pavitr cooed at you, kneeling in front of you as he pulled off his mask to meet your gaze.

The lenses of your mask made it difficult for him to see if you were looking at him, so he raised his hands to gently peel yours off your face.

"There's my love." He would smile at you softly upon seeing your face. The face he loved so much.

"Wanna sit in here til everything calms down? I can play a podcast for you on my phone!" He chirps proudly, his eyes sparkling like little gems.

You sniffle and smile, nodding silently in response.

Pavitr would sit lotus style on the floor, pulling you into his lap as he hummed and played the most relevant podcast he could find.

Once it started, he'd place his phone on the floor and rock slowly back and forth, letting you melt into his arms as the voices droned on from the speaker in his phone.

"That's it, lovie. Just breathe for me, huh? Can't have that gorgeous brain of yours pass out on me!"

Peter B Parker:

• You guys were at a party with some other parents. It was a get-together a young couple in your apartment building started for other first-time parents to tots and toddlers.

They decided to hold it at the community center down the street.

The amount of people talking to you in one crowded room, the kids squealing and laughing, toys slamming down, crying, the sounds of the chairs scraping on the floor had your pulse racing like a racehorse.

Peter B would feel it, the hair-raising feeling on the back of his neck as Mayday crashed her stuffed fish into the stuffed bear he had in his hand, babbling and cooing to him as she blew raspberries.

His Spidey senses were tingling hardcore as he picked up on your discomfort, watching how you practically slapped your own face and wiped downwards to ground yourself, to distract yourself from your anxiety as it bubbled up beneath your skin.

But it wasn't enough, there were just too many bodies around you, too many voices, too many noises.

You just.. Couldn't.

• Peter would quickly stand up, cradling Mayday against him as he moved towards you as fast as he could without tripping.

"Hey, honey..." He would say softly to you. "You okay?"

"No. I can't--I can't breathe." You croaked.

Even little Mayday seemed to pick up on your discomfort, as she so innocently held out her stuffed fishy to you, babbling in her baby talk as her big beautiful eyes met yours.

You sniffled and took the toy and held it against you as Peter walked you into the deserted kitchen to get you somewhere calmer. It wasn't much privacy, but it helped put you at ease.

It calmed you enough that you were able to take Mayday in your arms, burying your face in her ever-messy curls, breathing in the lingering scent of the baby shampoo in the bright red strands.

Peter meanwhile, rubbed your back and kissed your temple, Mayday content to snuggle into you and talk in a language only other babies seemed to understand.

Thanks to your lovely husband and darling baby, they were able to bring you out of your little bubble of fear and worry.

Peter looked at you with such a soft and loving gaze you felt your heart swell.

"Hey, that's my favorite human in the whole universe!"

Mayday frowned and stuck her chin out at him, her little lip wobbling in response.

"Okay, okay, one of my favorite humans in the whole universe!" He grinned, giving you both messy kisses on the cheek, rubbing his face into yours as he laughed.

"Why don't we go on home, and watch a nice little movie huh? Just the three of us."

You couldn't help but agree. It sounded like a nice, calm oasis. Perfect.

Hobie Brown:

• You and Hobie were sitting with his band after a successful gig, celebrating in the dressing room of the pub; knocking back some cold brews and eating some cheap takeout. Everyone was laughing and joking, loudly.

Hobie had been watching you out of the corner of his eye, like Peter B, his Spider senses telling him something you weren't voicing as you quietly sat, frosty glass in your hands as you stared into the yellowish, foamy brew.

You were busy tuning the world out, shutting everything down as sweat trickled down your back and all you could hear was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you; the edges of your vision started to blur as tunnel vision began to set in.

You didn't even notice when Hobie excused himself from the celebrations to gently tug you to your feet, holding your hand firmly in his as he walked you out into the alley behind the pub, the cool evening mist settling on your skin as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

• Hobie turned you around, bringing you to his chest as he leaned down, his mouth at the shell of your ear.

"Ey, luv. It's alright. Just breathe." He would say.

"I'm here, it's all right. Just breathe slowly, count your breaths, count your heart. Or better yet, count how many times you hear a car honk from some tosspot who don't know what they're doin', eh?"

He smiled when, even in your stupor, a thin laugh snaked out of you.

"That's it, baby. Want more jokes? I got plenty."

"Yes... please. Something to..."

"Ay, ay. Say no more. So, listen to this, right? A pastor and a cop walk into a pub..."

He would continue spitting out horrible joke after joke, even the raunchy ones that made you choke on your own spit. He would keep going until your body was shaking not from your anxiety attack, but your effort to contain your laughter.

When you finally admitted you were ready to go inside again, he smiled happily.

"Kay, luv. Let's continue on with our after-party, huh?"

Eddie/Venom:

• You guys were out at a new club that opened, it took a bit of coaxing on both Eddie and Venom's behalf to get you to leave your apartment and venture out into the night life, but they did it.

However, when they met up with Anne and her boyfriend, you felt the air shift. Being around Eddie's ex just felt so awkward and had your baby hairs standing up as your fingers nervously drummed on your thigh.

Yes, Anne and Eddie were on good terms, but ugh! Why couldn't your brain just shut up for five seconds? Anne didn't hate you, she genuinely enjoyed your company and was happy that Eddie and Venom found someone who could handle them both.

Hell, you'd go so far as to claim Anne probably considered you a friend.

Maybe it was being around her, or the fact your social anxiety couldn't handle the bass of the music, the crowds of dancing and weaving people combined with the loud atmosphere... But you buried your face in your arms as you leaned against the wall, your back to the throng of the crowd.

You could feel eyes on your back, you swore you could hear people talk about you, which only compounded the feelings that settled a heavy weight in your chest as you felt tears start to break free from the dam you tried to erect.

You jumped when you felt a hand slide to the small of your back, and turned to see Eddie, his thick eyebrows curved upwards in concern. You felt his hand slip under your back, and that's when you realized he'd grown claws, his grip was cooler as it touched your sweaty skin.

It was Venom, he was trying to comfort you too. In fact, he could feel something was wrong with you the whole night, straining his alien senses and tuning them to your body from within Eddie. He knew the moment you'd slipped away that something was wrong, and like a bloodhound, he helped Eddie sniff you out in the bustling crowd.

"Babe, you okay? Wanna go home?" Eddie would ask, leaning in to your ear as Venom stroked the skin of your back.

When you silently nodded, feeling a small sob bubble up from you, Eddie whipped out his phone, sending a frantic text to Anne about your condition.

'What are you waiting for? Go home! Seriously! Panic attacks are no joke, Eddie! Shoo!' Anne responded.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, carefully picking the least crowded places to weave into to get you out of the club faster.

• Once outside, Eddie would sit you down on his bike, rubbing your shoulders in soothing motions as he leaned in, his mouth by your ear, talking you through your panic attack.

"Hey, babe... Do you want Vee to bond with you for a bit? To help even things out? I know you said you don't want to use him like a crutch, but he wants to help. He feels bad for helping talk you into this and not stop it sooner." He whispered.

You consent, and Eddie touches your hand, enough skin contact to let Venom covertly slink onto you, fusing beneath the pores in your skin to flow through your body.

Venom immediately sets himself to work, trying to even out the chemicals your brain was pumping out and filtering them with better ones, slowing your heart and breathing to better levels.

You knew Venom, doing this for you, would probably need to consume more chocolate or... well. Some criminal's brain to help him recover from this endeavor, later.

"Don't worry, little one." Venom's voice would purr inside your head. "It's a task I do gladly. And besides, at least you don't call me a parasite."

You giggle around a sniffle as your crying stops, and Eddie smiles at you.

"Let me guess--Vee is bitching because I call him a parasite, huh?" He snorts.

You nod and he laughs again, rubbing your arms once more. "C'mon babe, let's go. Wanna take the scenic route?"

Your watery smile makes his heart leap, and when you nod, he secures your helmet on you, buckling the chin straps before planting his on his head.

"Hmph. You don't need a helmet when you have me." Venom grunted.

When your arms slip around his waist, he feels the tension leave his body. Having Venom separate from him filled him with a sense of his own anxiety, or maybe his empathy was causing yours to bleed into him.

As the bike started up, you hear Venom's voice in your head again:

"Don't worry, little one. We will always be here for you."

(Bonus:)

Peter A Parker (Spider-Medic):

• It all started when you were in one of the exercise rooms in HQ, working on your forms and techniques as Peter A taught you how to fight like a soldier, like he was taught before he was shipped out to Vietnam, while Miguel practiced nearby, giving you pointers over his shoulder as he beat up the punching bag in front of him.

You weren't sure how it happened, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your system, or maybe it was the atmosphere around you, the sound of grunting, of weights dropping to the floor, the paf! Paf! Paf! of Miguel hitting his bag, or the overall stress of the last few missions finally collapsing onto your shoulders; but you fell to your knees, clutching your chest as you feel like your lungs were about to give out on you, a cold sweat beading on your brow.

Miguel could hear it, but he knew it wasn't his place to rush to your aid, instead he allowed Peter to do it. You were far closer and more comfortable with Peter, so you would be more likely to calm down with him instead of Miguel.

He was your boyfriend after all.

Peter had brought you into one of the closets where the spare weights were located, quickly sitting you down on the floor and kneeling in front of you, two of his fingers at the jumping vein in your neck, tracking your pulse.

• Being a veteran who saw hell on the battlefield, Peter was no stranger to panic attacks and anxiety thanks to his PTSD from his time in the trenches as a medic. So when his partner experienced them he came in clutch.

Peter would look at you, lowering his voice as he said soft, sweet things to you.

"Slow your breathing, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Count down from ten. Then, I want you to count from fifteen to twenty-five. That's it. That's it, honey."

When that didn't work, he would bring you in close, resting his forehead against yours.

"Want me to tell you a story?"

He knew you liked hearing about his time as a medic, about the places he'd been. And he knew that you knew it was therapeutic for him to do it. He knew that you liked helping him.

You would nod, and he would cup his hands around your ears to ease the sounds from the outside world, speaking in a voice only you could hear.

When your heart and breathing finally got down to a level he deemed safe, he would kiss your cheek and whisper, "Come on. Let's get you to medical. You can take a nap in one of the suites to help relax."

"Can you stay with me?"

"Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you alone after this?"

253 notes · View notes

melissa-kenobi · 4 months

Text

Which One?

[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader]

A/N: hii, i know I've been so inactive on here :( and I'm sorry anyways I absolutely adore PS5 Spidey and have been wanting to write for him, so here we go xx

Summary: Peter is forced to make a choice.

***

"MJ! Where's-? Harry..." Peter says breathlessly as he watches MJ sat opposite what used to be his best friend. Her face scared for whatever it was Harry had planned.

"Pete... you look tense." Harry smirks as he reaches out with a tendril. "Coffee?"

"We need to talk." Peter says as he glances between MJ and Harry.

"Ah-ah, not yet. We're still waiting on one more person. Your girlfriend." Harry says your name with a grin on his face. A tendril sneaks around MJ, pulling a seat out for Peter to sit down. "Sit. She's not here yet."

"No. Harry, you leave her out of this!" Peter says, fists clenched, but takes a seat. "She's got nothing to do with this. It's between you and me. Let her and MJ go."

Harry ignores Peter. "You must get tired, making the world a better place every... single day! But I can help. All you have to do is let me."

MJ glances at Harry, her face worried for her best friend, "Harry, this isn't you!"

"Wrong! This is the real me." Harry says almost comically, his eyebrow furrowing as he looked at Peter. He stands up, pushing the table away as he looks at Peter with fury.

The keys in the door rattle as it squeaks open and you walk in, face flushed almost as if you'd ran over here. "Hey Pete- I got your text, what hap-?" You were cut off as you took in the scene before you.

"Harry?" You say equally shocked and surprised that he was here. "I- I didn't know you were back- Pete you never mentioned it."

You quickly scan the room as you notice MJ sat in the corner. Peter, in his Spidey suit, sat next to her, jaw locked in anger as he looked at you hopelessly. MJ looked scared out her mind as she looked at you, then back to Harry, praying you would help them.

"Coffee?" Harry asks as he walks over to you, gently guiding you to sit next to him as he pours you some coffee. "We were having a lovely little chat about Peter sharing some of the load."

Peter's fist clenched in anger as he watched Harry touch you. "Don't do this Harry."

"Do what Pete?" Harry asked, lips turning into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow curiously. His hands placed on your shoulders as he gently pushed you to sit down. "I'm making her a coffee. Sugar, darling?"

"Oh, no thank you." You say, making eye contact with Pete opposite as you gently lifted your taser to show him. You watched as Peter's eyes widened and he tried to shake his head. Harry stands behind you, hands on your shoulders as he speaks. You shuffle forward awkwardly feeling very uncomfortable but Harry pulls you back gently.

"Peter, I finally have the power to realize our vision. Are you... giving up on me?" Harry says he tilts his head, eyes watching Peter as he stood up. Peter's eyes flicker between you and Harry.

"Harry..." Peter begins slowly, "We have to get that thing off you-"

The table in front of you snaps in half as you watch MJ shriek, standing up next to Peter. You breathe heavily as you watch the black tendril enlarge on the table, your eyes widen as it slithers over your body and back to Harry. Peter looked to MJ, to you then to Harry.

"Do not." Harry growls, both hands turning into black tendrils, holding the back of your chair tighter. "Call us a thing."

You whimper as the tendrils move closer to your neck. You clutch the taser tightly as you look at your boyfriend, "Peter..."

Within seconds, you rip out of the tendrils grip, out of Harry's grip, and shove the taser into his abdomen, activating it. You felt the buzz of it rebound as Harry and the Symbiote screech in agony.

The gun drops to the ground as you watch the Symbiote hiss. It's slimey tendrils grab the chair and throw it in the air in anger, before reaching for you. In an instant, Peter throws his webs out, pulling you to him just as the chair breaks where you previously were. Peter holds you against him, clutching you tightly as if his life depended on it.

"Harry..." Peter begins.

"We are not Harry." Harry growls, as his body begins to transform. The tendrils swirl around him, enveloping his body as he begins to grow. Harry's body gone as a menacing creature took its place, a creature manifested with a fanged mouth, teeth as sharp as blades and a tongue that looked as grotesque as the rest of it.

You could hear MJ's heavy breathing as her eyes grew at the sight of the Symbiote.

"We. Are. VENOM."

Harry's voice was mixed in with the symbiote before it completely took over. The Symbiote snarled as Peter pushed you and MJ behind him, arms out to protect the two of you. MJ grabbed your arm in case you needed to run.

Venom aimed a tendril at Peter, hitting him straight in the chest as you and MJ failed to pull him out the way. The three of you flew into the kitchen, Peter stuck in the wall, MJ on the table and you sprawled on the floor. You heard Venom's footsteps move closer as you crawled on the ground trying to find a weapon or something but was pulled back as Venom grabbed your leg, pulling you towards him.

You screamed in terror for Peter as you were dragged across the floor. Venom held you in the air by your leg before going after MJ.

"No!" You screamed as you tried to punch Venom, your attempts futile as he wrapped another tendril around your arms, holding you by your throat as you screamed, "Pete!"

MJ screamed as Venom went after her, grabbing her by the neck and holding her in front of him just as Peter burst out of the wall and screamed your name.

"Y/N!" Peter ran into the living room, his eyes landing on yours as he saw you and MJ on either side of Venom, both being held by your throats as you squirmed in his grip. "MJ!"

Venom snarls as his tongue swirls around your face, mouth widening in a mocking grin.

"Don't." Peter warns as he listens to the sound of yours and MJ's terrified screams.

"Choose..." Venom hissed as he squeezed MJ's throat tighter, making her scream.

"MJ!" Peter called out as he took a step forward only to have Venom growl lowly at him to keep back.

"Is that your choice? You'd let your girlfriend di-"

"No!" Peter screams in agony, arms reaching out to try and grab you. "No- no, don't do this! Don't make me choose- please?"

The Symbiote snarls in annoyance, "Pick. Now!"

"Take me, take me instead. You want me, not them! Take me! Let them go Harry..." Peter's eyes dart between the two of you, not wanting to lose either of you.

"You won't pick? Fine. I'll do it for you." Venom snarls as he throws MJ to the ground, engulfing her in his black tendrils. Her screams muffled as she is transformed into something else.

"Let her go!" Peter demands but MJ is already under his control, MJ now gone and another Symbiote in her place,"MJ!"

"Show him what he's missing..." Venom smirks as he takes a step back to admire his work.

"Peter!" You scream as Venom wraps his arms around you, gripping you against his chest as he holds you tightly.

"You can't have them!" Peter screams panicked as he throws a web to grab you but is cut off by MJ, who jumps in and rips it away, grinning at Peter.

"Too late! He's already got us." MJ snarls as she signals to Venom to go. Venom takes one look at Peter before jumping through the roof, taking you with him.

"Pete- Peter! No! No-" Your voice drowns out as you watch Peter's attempts to save you fail, as MJ thrawts each one.

"Y/N!"

***

Pt 2???

169 notes · View notes

dollsburner · 11 months

Text

Abience - prologue

Miguel O’Hara x Venom!Reader

Words: 1.4 words

Content warning: mild violence.

After taking on the venom symbiote, you decided to leave your home city so make sure your family doesn’t yet hurt. You were intent of living your life alone until you met Miguel and his adorable daughter.

— you’re here :)

Chapter one

Chapter two

—

The air was cold on top of the building, you were standing on the edge feeling the wind brushing past your body. You stared down at the lights of the city. They almost looked like stars across the sky but you could hear the city so busy below you. Cars. People. Sirens. What a shithole.

“Your heart is beating fast.”

Venom said, their voice rich in your skull like it was your thoughts. You sigh at the creature's words, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the cold night air. “Obviously.”

You’ve only been living in New York for a few months, you moved after Venom started using your body as their own. It was easier this way, they weren’t a risk to your friends and family anymore. Safer for you too and this city was a good playground. For Venom anyway even with Spider-Man crawling around. Maybe that’s a plus for Venom.

You sighed, taking a step forward, your foot dangling in the air free for a second before you shifted your weight to the heel of your other foot. You spent a few seconds in that state, almost floating before your weight finally dropped.

There were a few seconds where you just free-fell, feeling that cold air rushing past you in those quick seconds. You could feel your heart pounding as adrenaline was rich in your blood and muscles until it all stopped as Venom consumed you. Wrapping themselves around you, the symbiote crashed into the concrete under you.

You drove through the city streets like a creature on a hunt. Venom carrying you along the streets. It was a pattern for you two, a routine that kept you and the alien hiding under your skin happy- no that's not the right word. Content. Yeah, that’s the right word.

You try not to be seen much. You aren’t trying to be known, you don’t want that presence. You don’t care for it, it just keeps Venom in line and happy. God, they’re like a toddler or a pet bird…

And you weren’t trying to catch the attention of Spider-Man. You won’t be the villain of the week.

Of course, you don’t let Venom have the whole night running around, and it’s easier to find trouble when you look human. You were walking down the street, face hidden in whatever hoodie you were wearing that night.

The convenience store was deathly bright when you walked in, wincing at the painfully bright lights. You kept your eyes on the floor as you walked through the store, looking at the chocolates and sweets.

**Tater tots** Venom demanded in your head, you scowled at its voice. Demanding little pest. You pick up a bag of candy when suddenly hearing the little tune that plays when walking into the store. You looked up watching the man, similar to yourself, he had a hood up hiding his face but he was fidgeting and looked nervous.

“Heads up.” You whispered to yourself, “Bet you he’s going to rob the place.” You started creeping closer to the counter, watching the man shift and inch towards the counter. As you got closer you could see his hand holding something in his pocket. Gun or knife?

He walked to the counter, and the older woman working looked up at him, smiling sweetly at him. Completely unaware of the danger which you understand painfully in your gut.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket, his hands were shaking as he pointed the knife at the older woman. Rambling in disjointed words. “Give it- hand it over money. Now. Now.”

The woman’s hands shook as she opened the register, and you stepped closer. Moving closer with silent steps, you could sense Venom under your skin grinning in anticipation.

He slammed the hilt of the blade against the counter, making the woman jolt and whimper. He went to yell again, spit flying from his lips when you made your move.

You didn’t think that this small crook needed Venom to go all out, Women's flesh crept across your lower face to sure hide your face. You stepped up behind him, Venom’s hand took over your hand, forming a large clawed hand.

“Hey.” You spoke, your venom's voices mixe. The robber turned around, expressing a mix of confusion and fear before he could even speak you lunged forward. Her clawed hand grabbed him by his face, claws wrapping around his skull as you casually tossed him away. His body slammed into the wall, cracking the wall.

You hear the older woman squeak with fear as she backed away, you watch the men fall to the floor. The knife flew out of his hand and across the floor.

There's a part of you who wants him to try a fight back, but he doesn’t. Naturally; he makes some frightened whimpers before he stands up and runs away. You can’t help the feeling of disappointment. “Get up! Fight us!”

You glance over to the old woman, she’s staring at you with fear which you can’t blame her for. You look down at the candy on display just in front of the counter, you grab some candies and toss some money onto the counter.

You walk out of the store without a second word, Venom's mask not falling until you were a block away from the store. Sighing as you opened the candy bar and take a bite.

You eventually found yourself home, it was sunrise when you eventually returned to the apartment building. You had taken off your hoodie a while ago, draping it over your arm as you walked.

Walking down the hallway to your apartment when you spotted him, he was standing in the hallway by the door across of your own. He was a bigger man, with tanned skin and brown slick back hair which was ever so slightly messy. You stared for a moment before turning your eyes away ignoring Venom's words. “Oh, who’s he? He’s new!”

The apartment was empty until now but you pull your eyes away. It wasn’t any of your business. He glances at you for a second before going back to- he looked like he was struggling to unlock the door. The key seemingly jammed. It was common with the doors in the building.

You intended on walking away, walking to the door of your apartment, sliding the key into the lock, and going to turn it when you heard a little girl's voice speaking, you didn't hear exactly what she said but her sleepy tone caused your heart to ache.

“It’s ok, princesa.” You heard the man say. Jesus that voice was rich and smooth. It almost caused a shiver to run up your spine, “I’ll- get this door open soon.”

You could hear the irritation in his voice, you turned around to glance over at him. In one arm, there’s a sleepy little girl and his other hand trying to unlock the jammed door. He was struggling to get the door open, it’s a god awful early hour so the girl must be really tired.

You sigh, turning around fully to walk over to the man, “The doors jam pretty often.” You start, catching his attention. You gesture to the door, “There’s a little trick with the door, May I?”

He looks between you and the door, before stepping back from the doors. “Well, I was half tempted just to break the door down, but I’d appreciate it if you could save me the trouble.” He let out an exhausted weak laugh.

You nod in acknowledgement, grabbing the door handle. You press your shoulder into the door, pressing the door in as you unlock the door. The heavy metal lock clinking as you open it, swinging the door open with a proud little smile. “Ta da.”

The strange looked at you for a second, before letting out a little smile. The little girl in his arms looked over to you with a little smile. “Huh, how long did it take for you to learn that?” He asked and you chuckled tiredly. “Longer than I’ll admit.

“Thank you anyways.” He said, and you waved off his gratitude but looked up to the little girl when she waved at you, “Thank you.” She said sleepily and you couldn’t help but smile wide at the adorable girl.

“It’s no problem, have a good night you two.” You wave as you walk back to your own apartment. Sighing when finally in the comfort of your own home, you walked across the living room and to the couch, letting yourself just fall on to the cushions.

“Not even going to go to your bed?” Venom laughed at your act of laziness, you mumbled something into the pillow under your face before giving into the exhaustion your felt so deep and fell asleep right there.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x peter b parker #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x venom!reader

841 notes · View notes

supercap2319 · 1 month

Note

*Edit* Peter/Venom & Carnage (Cameron Monaghan) fight over you. Please.

Y/N let's out a scream as Cletus Kasady, aka Carnage, pulled him towards him with a red web fluid. "Hey, Tiger. Ooh, my spider-sense is tingling. If you know what I'm talking about." He smirks at Y/N as the young man struggled to get away, but no vail.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya... really, really bad ... after we get to play together." Kasady laughs as the symbiote forms all over his body.

Y/N let's out a cry for help, and before Carnage can do anything, Peter appears behind him, only he's not exactly himself. "Leave him be! This one belongs to us." Peter/Venom said.

"Don't be such a cock block, Dad." Kasady/Carnage mocks. "There's enough of him to go around. For now. Hahaha!"

"You may be our spawn, but we will not hesitate to destroy you if you touch what belongs to us! This is our mate!"

"Sentimental Ole fool. Gosh, man, didn't know you had a soft spot, Dad. We're going to enjoy dirtying him up."

Carnage pulled, and so did Venom as Y/N was caught in the middle of a tug of war between the two symbiotes and their hosts.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #cameron monaghan #Cameron Monaghan x male reader #cletus kasady #Cletus Kasady x male reader #Venom x male reader #Carnage x male reader #spiderman comics #Spiderman x male reader

146 notes · View notes

int-writersmind · 5 months

Text

In The Dead of Night

Symbiote!Peter Parker x Female reader

Word Count: 666 (no I'm not joking)

Warnings: Smut; some weird tentacle play idk

Author Note: I don't know what possessed me to write this but I did it. Bare with me I wrote and edited this in like one night, so it might be shitty and I might delete it idk, enjoy.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

You were in a deep sleep with nothing but a tank top and underwear on, the window cracked open, letting in a cool breeze. Your skin prickles but not because of the cold air, but because something slimy and slightly wet is climbing up multiple parts of your body.

Across your torso, slowly creeping under your tank top, a black tentacle wraps around one of your breasts.

Another tentacle goes up through your waistband, slithering down your leg, wrapping around your thigh and calf.

The last tentacle wraps around your neck, the end creeping up your face, waking you up.

Your eyes shoot open, with mostly shock, but surprisingly not fear, the tentacle around your neck squeezes tighter. “Peter…” you whisper.

Your boyfriend, Peter Parker to some, Spider-Man to all of New York, groans and moans in sleep. A few weeks ago Peter came into contact with some mysterious rock that fell from space, gifting this-this…what did Peter call it? A symbiote. It had enhanced all of his typical Spidey powers and graced him with a few additional, including these…tentacles.

You reach your hand out and push him a little harder, “Peter! Fucking wake up.”

Peter shakes himself awake, catching himself from falling off the bed when he notices the black tentacles coming from his body and wrapping itself over multiple parts of your body.

“Oh my-oh my god I-I’m-” Peter shakes.

“No…no,” You place a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “God it’s, it’s kind of strange but I kinda-I kind of like the feeling.”

As almost reacting to what you just said, more tentacles shoot out from Peter encompassing your body. Wrapping over both legs, and arms, tugging at your shirt and underwear.

“I-I don’t know what to do?” Peter asks

“Maybe,” You responded. “But subconsciously your mind knows exactly what to do.”

You pull him in close, enrapturing him with a deep kiss as the tentacles expand covering more of your body, two of them crawling up your leg, entering you.

Slowly they pump inside of you, filling you up to the point where you pulse against them. A high pitch moan slips from your mouth, your eyes falling close, head falling back into the pillow as you writhe against the mattress. “Oh-my god, it feels…so…”

Another tentacle wraps around your breast, flicking at your nipple, Peter grasps the other in his hand massaging with his palm and fingers. Peter goes from kissing your lips to kissing your neck, as the tentacle around your neck enters your mouth. The sensation is like a gloved latex finger, your tongue wrapping around it, your mouth humming against the sensation.

The tentacles inside you pump faster, a heat building in your abdomen. Peter brings his other hand down to touch in between your legs, switching between circular motions to side to side. The pleasant sensations from everything touching your body causes the heat in your abdomen to grow.

You toss and you turn, sweat starting to form on every open piece of available skin. You run your hands up and down Peter’s body, gripping and squeezing whenever the sensations are hitting the spot. “God, I’m…I’m…”

As you come, your body stiffens as you squeeze and tighten against the tentacles, your thighs subconsciously close around Peter’s hand. As your high dies down, the tentacles retract from your body, your head falls against the pillow. Peter removes his hands from your breast and from in between your legs. He places gentle kisses on your face and lips as you fade back into reality.

“I don’t know what-where that came from but…” Peter says.

“But we have to do that again.” You whisper out. You reach your fingers out and play with Peter’s nose and lips.

“Now that would be responsible.”

You laugh, “C’mon you know you like it, I bet it even turned you on.”

Peter groans and attacks your neck with kisses, “I guess we just have to keep testing the extent of this symbiote”

“How irresponsible…” You say.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

woah, did not expect to follow up that fluff-y fic with this one. Do you hate me, do you care? Let's see how long I'll keep this up before my anxiety tells me to delete this from the internet. Goodbye Void!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #symbiot! Peter Parker #symbiote! Peter Parker #smut #venom symbiote #help lol

207 notes · View notes

ultimate-spiderman-stuff · 2 months

Note

Web-Warriors x gn!reader headcanons please? How would they react when they'd befriend reader and then realize they have a crush on them?

Peter

Peter met you in school

He got assigned to sit next to you in history

You were drawing,not really paying attention to the class

He kinda was just tapping his pen awkwardly trying to think of a good conversation starter

Ends up blurting out something really randome like:

'Hey, did you know that barnacals have the largest dicks relative to their size?'

He practically dies inside

He hurriedly tries to back track,stumbling over his words

Then you just look up from your drawing,raising an eyebrow at him, nodding slowly

Peter just stays quiet for half the period then he decides to ask what your drawing

You turn the sketch book around to show him Darth Vader

Cue to both of you fangirling over Star Wars

After a while you guys started hanging out at breaks with Harry and MJ

The both of you have the kind of friendship where you'll say randome facts about stuff completely out of then blue

Finally the team gets so annoyed with the constant yapping that they don't bother asking Peter if he likes you, they tell him

You already knew you like him but was just waiting for the right time to ask him out

The next day after class you both confess at the same time

It was really awkward but wholsome

So you start dating

Flash

He met you at the gym

You were doing weights and he offered to spot for you

You gladly accepted his offer and you guys clicked instantly

At first he thought it would be a one time thing, but the next time he was there he saw you and instantly came over

Soon you both were sharing opinions of different artists to listen to,and walking home together

Soon he asked you out

You went out for smoothies

Miles

You were from the Red Room and was recently taken into SHIELD

SHIELD had given you some Red Dust so you were free from the Red Room

Miles had come over to hangout with you in the cafeteria and was currently talking your ear off about Ghostbusters

As annoying as his constant banter was the plot was quite interesting

You were always getting into fights with everyone but you found him just that little bit more tolerable

Miles also liked hanging out with you even though you frightened him a bit

But after awhile he began to not really be bothered by you

Soon he decided to ask Peter for some advice on what he was feeling

Peter wasn't quite his best decision to go to cos Peter is practically clueless in that category

But after a lot of researching and Google saying he was going to die of a heart condition, both of them found the answer

Ge was in love with you

Ot was a very sweet confection, the poor boy was so nervous

You had no idea about dating

But everything eventually worked out

Amadeus

He met you at SHIELD

And yes you were 13 the same age as Amadeus

You were a botanist like your parents so you were able to work in the labs

Amadeus might be the 7th smartest person in the world but plants were just not his thing

So when he found some new plant based material on patrol he asked you for help

It turns out he wasn't as much as a prick as everyone else said he was

But he was still annoying

After a couple of days he was becoming a bit less of a dick then before

After a couple of weeks the prodject was finished

He kept on finding reasons to go back to your lab and the relationship began

None of you guys actually said it, it kinda just happened

So like who knows you could just be really good friends who shares a lab and custody of a goldfish

Ben

Scarlet was on patrol when he saw a creepy dude with a gun go into the cafe you were working at

By the time he got there he saw you judo flip the guy

So he just sat back and watched the show

Once you were done with him, he webbed the guy up, staring at you suspiciously

'What? Did ya think I couldn't protect myself just because I have no powers?' You asked

'Did I say that, punk?' He muttered, glaring harder

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, giving him a hot chocolate

Once he left he had to say you peeked his interest

So when aunt May was having a bit of trouble finding where to go to for lunch he suggested the cafe you worked at

May noticed that he was staring at you more than he did at other people so made sure to go there more often

Sometimes he even goes there without May

He begins to go there almost every day so that he can see you

He starts to talk to you and and become somewhat friends

After awhile he confide in May

She was so excited that he was interested in someone

So when he decided to confess he was a blushing mess

You got what he was getting at and said yes

67 notes · View notes

waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

Text

Bad Romance ~ P.P

chapter eight: and at last, I see the light

series masterlist and series playlist

“What have I done?”

“What do you mean?” Ned asked slowly. He started to look around but couldn’t see Peters body lying on the ground behind you. Ned got a bad feeling in his chest and it got worse when he saw the ghastly look on your face.

“Where’s Peter?“ He asked you, but you didn’t respond. You were too busy staring off in the distance with eyes full of tears.

“Y/n, where is Peter?” Ned asked again, angrily this time. You looked into his eyes just as hot tears spilled down your face.

“Ned, it wasn’t me. I tried to stop it. Ned, please!” You started to explain but Ned was already getting up and going over to Peters body.

“Ned! Please!” You cried out and grabbed his hand, trying to keep him from seeing what you had done. Ned pulled out of your grasp and kept walking over to Peter. You quickly turned around, not wanting to see Ned’s reaction when he found Peters body. You heard Ned gasp, then fall to his knees. When you started to hear Neds guttural sobs, you covered your ears and pulled your knees to your chest to drown it out.

“Is he dead?” You called out, but Ned didn’t answer. You slowly looked over your shoulder again and saw Ned with his head down on Peters chest. You got up and went over to Ned, wrapping your arms around him and crying as you both looked at Peters lifeless body.

“This is all my fault. I was too late. Dr. Strange didn’t want to give me the ring. I didn’t think it would take so long to convince him. I was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. I ruined the plan and that’s why he’s dead. This is all my fault.” Ned said as he looked down at the ring on his finger.

“Plan? What plan?” You sniffled and looked at Ned curiously.

“Peter and I thought that if I gave you your memories back, you’d be able to get rid of Venom and be free from it. Then we could all be happy again. But I didn’t get to you in time. Venom killed Peter before I got to you.”

“I’m so sorry Ned. I’m so sorry.” You cried and put your head back down on his shoulder.

“I don’t blame you. I know you and this isn’t who you are. This is Venom. Venom did this.” Ned said decidedly. You lifted your head off of Neds shoulder and looked down at Peter as an idea formed in your head.

“Yeah. Venom did this.” You realized. You placed both hands on Peters chest, right over the puncture wound from Venoms claws.

“So Venom is gonna undo it.” You stated.

“What? How?” Ned asked as he wiped his face.

“Venom has healing powers. I broke my legs the night I bonded with it, but Venom healed them immediately. It was the same thing with every cut or bruise I got after that. Venom made it go away.”

“But Peters isn’t just cut and bruised. Peter is-“

“Peter is going to be fine. Because I’m gonna save him.” You cut Ned off. You then took a deep breath and shut your eyes to focus.

“Venom, you’ve been awfully quiet in there. I need you to come out right now and help me heal Peter.” You said. You pressed down firmly on Peters chest in an attempt to transfer Venom into him, but nothing happened.

“Venom. We have been living on your terms for months now. I just need this one thing. I need to save him.” You said in a shaky voice.

“Don’t you see what I’ve done for us? Our biggest competitor is out of the way. You and I can rule this city. We can eat anyone we want. No one will be able to stop us. We will have all the power.” Venom said inside your head.

“I don’t want power.” You shook your head. “I want love.”

“You liked it when we took the lives of those men. You liked the power it gave you. I know you did. Do you really want to go back to the boring life you had before? You could have so much more than that. We could have so much more. We could embrace being the bad guy and live as the monster that we are.”

“I’m not a monster.” You stated. Ned looked around when he heard this but saw no one.

“Who are you talking to?” Ned whispered loudly.

“If you’re not a monster, then why is your boyfriends blood on your hands?” Venom asked you. That filled you with a rage you had only felt when you had Venom inside of you. But this time, it was all you. You looked down at your hands and realized they were much bloodier then before. You curiously took your hands away from Peters wound and saw the blood was still gushing out of it in time with his heartbeat.

“Wait a minute, he’s still bleeding. That means his heart is still beating.” You realized and quickly placed two fingers on his neck.

“I can feel a pulse. It’s weak but it’s there.” You told Ned. Ned nodded his head and immediately started doing compressions on Peters heart. You placed your hands back on Peters chest and focused all your energy on transferring Venom.

“You need to let me save him.”

“No!” Venom growled. “We must let him die.”

“There is no we.” You used Venoms words from earlier. “But if you let me save him, I’ll stop fighting you. I will be your host. You can be have total control over my body. I won’t tell you where to go or who you can’t eat. I’ll be quiet. And I will never try to come out again. We can be the monster that you want to be.”

“You’d do that?” Venom asked you. “For him?“

“I’d do anything for him.”

“Fine then.” Venom decided. “If that’s what it takes for you to surrender, will save him. Then we’ll leave.”

“Okay. We’ll save him and leave.” You repeated. With your palms pressed to Peters chest, you watched your veins turn black as Venom transferred from your body into Peters. The veins on Peters neck and face turned black as well and you could see his wounds beginning to heal. The color slowly came back into Peters face and once his last cut was gone, he sucked in a sharp breath. Tears of happiness came to yours eyes when you saw Peter breathing steadily again. Your happiness didn’t last long because you knew you had to hold up your end of the deal now and leave Peter forever. Before you took Venom back, you leaned down and pressed a long kiss to Peters forehead.

“I’ll love you forever.” You whispered against his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Once you pulled away, you shakily held your hand out so that Venom could transfer back into your body. Venom started to leaved Peters body and climb back into yours as it wrapped around your hand like a snake. Just as it was about to fully leave Peters body, Peter sat up and grabbed a nearby shard of glass before slicing it right through Venom. Venom fell to the ground into two pieces of hissing black goo that flopped around like a fish out of water.

“Peter?” You gasped. “What did you do?”

“Ned, now!” Peter shouted. Ned ran forward and placed a jar on top of one of the pieces of Venom and handed Peter the other jar. Peter quickly put the jar down on top of the remaining piece and slid an index card beneath it while Ned did the same. You watched as Ned lit a match and dropped it into the jar before putting the lid on it. The piece of Venom hissed and flopped around until it burned up right before your eyes. You turned and looked at Peter, who had just done the same thing. He held up his soot covered jar and gave you a weak smile.

“There. Trapped like a bug.” He smirked before putting the jar down. You stared at the two empty jars in disbelief, unable to fully process that Venom was now dead. And with Venom being dead, you were finally free.

“That was so Tangled of us.” You whispered in shock as your eyes stayed on the jar.

“Huh?” Peter asked. You looked up at him and gave him a timid smile.

“The end of Tangled. When Flynn cuts Rapunzel’s hair after she submits to captivity in exchange for saving him.”

“Oh yeah.” Peter realized with a smile. “That was very Tangled of us.”

“Remember when we watched that after I failed my drivers test? And then watched it again when I failed my drivers test for the second time because I never learned how to parallel park?”

“Yeah. I do remember that. Do you?” Peter asked with wide eyes, shocked to hear you bring up something that happened before the spell was cast. You looked into Peters eyes and gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t the polite smile you gave him when he came into the coffee shop. It was the warm, loving smile you used it give him back when you were in love. The smile you gave him when you woke up beside him in the morning and the smile you gave him after he kissed you. He didn’t think he would ever see that smile ever again, but there it wasn’t, staring back at him. Peters face softened as you reached out and touched his face.

“I remember it all.” You told him. Peter instantly melted into your palm and wrapped his hand around your wrist.

“Y/n?” He whispered as his hopeful eyes brimmed with tears.

“Peter!” You broke into a smile before throwing your arms around him. Peter immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck.

“You came back to me. You came back.” He cried against your shoulder and hugged you as tight as possible. You slipped your hands into his messy hair to tighten your grip as you hugged him back.

“I wrote you a letter. I was gonna give it to you the first time I came into the shop. I promise. I wanted to tell you right away. I’m so sorry that I didn’t.” Peter sniffled against the skin of your neck. You pulled out of the hug just enough to cup Peters face in your hands.

“It’s okay. I know now. Ned gave me my memories back.” You said as you wiped his tears away with your thumbs. Peter smiled beneath your touch before turning to Ned.

“I can’t thank you enough, Ned. Your plan worked.” Peter said as he held out a hand for them to do their handshake.

“I’m your guy in the chair. My plans always work.” Ned smiled as he did the handshake. It ended with the two of them hugging and smiling fondly at each other.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” Ned said. “There’s an all night diner a block away from here. I’m gonna get balls deep in some chocolate chip pancakes while you two work things out. Come find me when you’re done.”

“Thanks, man. I love you.” Peter said as he put a hand on Neds shoulder.

“I love you guys.” Ned said and pulled you and Peter into a group hug. You stayed like that for a while, the three of you hugging in perfect silence. Peter couldn’t help the smile the broke out on his face now that he had his family back together again. You kissed Ned’s cheek before pulling out of the hug. He waved to you both and walked away, leaving you and Peter alone in the alley. You turned to look at Peter and reached out to put your hand on his face again. Peters attention was pulled away from Ned as he leaned into your palm for comfort.

“I’m sorry I tried to kill and eat you and stuff.” You said with a sheepish smile.

“Hey, that’s okay. You were a lot meaner to me after you failed your drivers test the third time.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh.

“I still can’t parallel park.”

“I know you can’t, honey. But that’s okay. I still love you.” Peter chuckled, making your smile fall.

“Do you?” You asked quietly. “Even after everything I’ve done?“

“Of course I do. There’s nothing you could do that would make me stop.” Peter said simply as he put his hand on top of yours. A relieved smile tugged at your lips and you finally felt like yourself again for the first time since before the spell was cast.

“I love you too.” You told him, making Peters face light up. He never thought he’d hear those words from you again. His heart felt whole again and for the first time in months, he felt like he was going to be okay.

“Please kiss me.” Peter whispered as his eyes welled with tears.

“I’ll try not to throw up this time.” You said him as you moved in closer.

“That would be nice.” He chuckled before connecting his lips to yours. He put his hands on your face and kissed you like it was the last time he would ever see you. Peter pulled you closer and and wrapped his arms around your body as he rolled over so that your back was against the ground. He slipped his hand behind your neck and deepened the kiss to make up for lost time. He pulled away from you, only to kiss the rest of your face while you laughed. It all ended in another embrace, holding each other tightly without any plans to let each other go. When you finally pulled away, Peter held your face between his hands and just smiled at the sight of you.

“Do you want to go get some pancakes?” You asked him, making his smile grow.

“Yeah. I really do.” He laughed and got off the ground. He helped pull you up and you walked hand in hand to the nearest diner.

A few minutes later, you were sitting in a booth with Peter beside you and Ned across from you with a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes in the middle. The two jars of burnt Venom remains sat on the end of the table, by the sugar packets. Peter had his arms wrapped around your arm and his chin resting on your shoulder as he listened to Ned explain how he knew something was off with Peter the moment he walked into the coffee shop. You looked down and exchanged a look with Peter, both of you knowing that Ned was lying. Peter smiled at the fact that he could communicate with you through nothing but a look again and placed a kiss on your shoulder. You looked down at him again before wrapping your arms around him to hold him closer. Peter shut his eyes and let the happiness of the moment wash over him.

“Do you think when we’re forty we’re look back at the weird two months when we forgot you existed and I went on a murderous rampage and tried to kill you?” You asked as you brushed some hair off your forehead.

“Probably.” Peter chuckled. “But weirder things have happened to us. Remember your printed leggings phase?”

“Oh my God. Don’t bring that up.” You groaned and buried your face in his neck.

“I remember that!” Ned gasped. “You wore your galaxy leggings to our eighth grade dance.”

“Under your dress.” Peter reminded you with a teasing smile.

“Oh my God. I can never forgive my mom for letting me leave the house with leggings with kittens printed on them.”

“Remember the donut ones? And then the donuts had wings?” Ned laughed as you sunk down further in your seat.

“Or the ones with the emojis on them. Or the ones that were the United Kingdom flag. You actually wore a lot of things that had the United Kingdom flag on it.” Peter recalled as he thought back to your middle school fashion.

“Because I was simultaneously in my Dan and Phil phase.” You shamefully admitted.

“Markiplier.” Ned said and raised a weak hand.

“Stampy Long Nose.” Peter admitted to his own middle school guilty pleasure.

“And the worst part of all of this is that I thought I looked really good.” You whined and tried to forget the memories.

“You didn’t.” Peter said out of the corner of his mouth, making you gasp and playfully smack his arm.

“You’re judging me? How about your fifth through sixth grade vest phase? This man showed up every single day, rain or shine, in a vest.” You reminded the table.

“Ha!” Ned laughed and pointed to Peter.

“What are you laughing at, fedora phase?” Peter snapped, making Ned instantly go silent.

“Fedoras are way worse then when I tried to kill Peter ten minutes ago.” You said while Peter nodded in agreement.

“Are you kidding me? You did kill Peter ten minutes ago.” Ned reminded you.

“At least I wasn’t wearing a fedora when I did it.” You mumbled. Ned pretended to be offended and chucked a packet of butter at you. You retaliated by throwing a packet of Splenda at his head. Peter sat back and watched as his two favorite people in the world, his family, with a smile on his face. Everything was back to normal and he couldn’t feel more relived.

“What are you smiling about?” You asked and poked Peters cheek, drawing him away from his thoughts.

“Nothing. Don’t throw things at my girlfriend.” Peter joined in and threw a packet of Sweet and Low at Neds head. He really only did it so that he could call you his girlfriend.

“See if I was wearing a fedora, I would’ve been safe from that.” Ned said once the Sweet and Low bounced off his forehead and hit the table.

“Oh my God. Can we get that sexy wizard to wipe my memories again so I can forget I heard that?” You asked Peter.

“No. No more sexy wizards.” Peter shook his head. “You’re never allowed to forget me again. It was horrible. I was talking to Lego figures instead of Ned and getting coffee every day just to see you.”

“Wait, don’t you hate coffee?” You suddenly remembered.

“Yeah. I got freaking diarrhea every day just so I could talk to you.” Peter said as he slipped his hand into yours.

“You know we sell other things, right?” You chuckled. “We have tea. And like, everything else.”

“No, I did not know that.” Peter said. “I’ll get tea tomorrow.”

“Fuck tomorrow. You think I’m showing up to work after everything that happened tonight? I literally killed and then resurrected my boyfriend who I just learned was erased from my memories and then watched said boyfriend kill the alien that’s been inhabiting my body for the past three months and making me kill and eat people. You can’t just go back to making lattes after a night like that. I am calling in sick tomorrow and if my boss has a problem with at that, he can suck my big fat-“

“We get the picture.” Ned cut you off. You gave him a playful glare before turning to Peter.

“Do you want to come over tomorrow and spend the day with me? I have a feeling we have some catching up to do. I’ll even make you some tea. I’m really good at it. I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“I would love that. I would love that very much.”Peter smiled softly before leaning in to kiss you.

20 years later

You and Peter sat on your couch with Pride and Prejudice (2005 version of course) playing on your TV. Your three year old was asked on Peters chest while your six year old laid with her head in your lap. You twisted her brown curls around your finger as gasped as Mr. Darcy held Elizabeth’s hand for the first time. Peter looked over at you and smiled before taking your an. He gave it a squeeze, then let go to flex his hand. You smiled at the gesture and returned your attention to the TV while Peter remained looked at you. He stared at you for a while, admiring the way you had aged and appreciating that he knew how you got every line and wrinkle.

“What are you thinking about?“ You smiled and cupped his chin when you noticed him staring.

“Remember that time when you tried to kill and eat me when we were in our twenties?” Peter said in a soft voice so that he wouldn’t wake the kids.

“Oh shit.” You laughed. Yeah.”

THE END

Tag list 🏷️

@snowangelsinosemanverse @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @xo-spidey @tom-holland-lover @asoulsreverie @espressopatronum454 @tom-hollands-wifey @rebellsgf @20fandomfangirl @dhtomholland @queentorresstuff @3lutforsmut @liltimmyst @wvndavwsion @brinaslittlefreak

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x villain!reader #peter parker x venom!reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

192 notes · View notes