sorry for just uhh appearing all of a sudden, apparently i hadn’t posted since october? (oops) anyway here’s a symbrock plush ill be releasing in the next few months lol
Eddie Brock/Venom X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Fem!Reader
Request:y/n got bitten by a spider and is with spiderman, helping him save the day, but is too afraid to tell eddie because of his feelings towards spiderman
Warnings:Swearing, Angst
A/N: Here you go @quail1215! Canon Divergent (Obviously, because Venom and our current MCU Peter Parker haven’t met yet). Set BEFORE No Way Home, so the Spider-Boys have also not met yet. I imagined either Andrew or Tom’s Spider-Man but there were no specifications other than the fact Peter has web shooters. Also, Reader is the daughter of Anne and Eddie, but reader has no specifications and can be seen as adopted. Other than that, I hope you enjoy and I apologize again that this is late!
You cringed at the creaking of the windowsill as you lifted it up. Your body tensing as you held your breath and listened for any movement indicating you had been heard.
Sneaking out was not an easy task, especially when your father shares his body with an alien who has heightened-sensory perception and acts like an overbearing mother.
Being the daughter of Anne Weying and Eddie Brock was a feat itself without the added symbiote. After their messy split in 2018, and lots of paperwork, Eddie was given full custody of you, per your request.
You loved your mother and she loved you, but you knew your dad needed you more than she did, not to mention the two of you were closer. She understood this, and to make up for lost time, you spent every other weekend at her house with her, Dan and Mr. Belvedere the cat.
The split was hard on your dad, and it led to the two of you spending a lot of time together. Some of it spent trying to console him, but most of your time together gave you some of the best memories you owned. Annual movie nights, staying up till two in the morning playing monopoly, skipping school to take a motorcycle ride around town.
Your room was littered with pictures of the two of you, and you cherished them. He wasn’t just your father, but also your best friend.
Six months after their split, you were introduced to Venom. Meeting him had been quite an experience considering he had walked in through the front door, pushed you away from the table you had been sitting at, and demolished the plate of tater tots you had been snacking on.
You had been horrified, and rightfully so. What other reaction would you have to a seven foot, six inch tall alien with razor sharp teeth?
It had definitely taken a while to get used to the symbiote, but eventually Venom became a constant in your life. You’d even go as far as to consider him a father. It always made him happy when you’d slip up and accidentally call him dad. He really liked to throw it in Dan’s face.
Whenever Eddie let him take over, one of your favorite things to do together was bake. Ever since you had made a chocolate cake for your dad’s birthday, Venom had been adamant on getting you to bake for him. So you suggested baking with him instead, and soon enough the two of you would bake together once a week. Specifically something chocolate of course.
Overall living with the inky black alien wasn’t as terrible as you first thought it’d be, and you enjoyed having him around. Unless you were trying to sneak out. Then he became somewhat of a nuisance.
Having heard nothing, you continued to lift the window until it left a gap big enough for you to slip out of. You swung your leg out, taking a final look around your bedroom before slipping out onto the fire escape.
You gently shut the window behind you and let out a breath of relief.
Arms snaked around your waist and a warm body pressed itself against your back, making you grin. “I thought we said we’d meet on the bridge.” You teased.
“Couldn’t wait, I missed you.” Peter replied, pressing a soft kiss to your costume clad shoulder.
You turned to face him, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. “Well aren’t you sweet?” You left a soft kiss on his lips before tugging your mask down.
He let out a laugh before doing the same, and the two of you swung off into the city.
A year ago you were bitten by a radioactive spider while walking home. You had smacked it dead, flicking it to the ground without a care.
What harm could a little spider bite do? Apparently a lot.
You had woken the next morning with heightened senses, sticky fingers and unbelievable strength. Not to mention webs that shot from your wrists.
You were confused, scared and completely overwhelmed. Luckily for you, you lived in the same city as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Seeking him out had to be one of the most difficult things you’d ever done. He was like a leaf in the wind. Every time you’d get close to him, he’d disappear, usually swept away to another crime.
After a while you gave up, deciding you’d learn how to use your new found gifts without the help of Spider-Man. It took some time, and it was definitely not easy, but eventually you’d gotten the hang of controlling your powers, from learning to control your stickiness to learning to swing with your webs.
It was when you were swinging from building to building, did you finally meet Spider-Man. The night ingrained in your brain.
The cold night air felt heavenly against your heated skin as you swung around New York. You had just stopped a mugging, the second one this week. You’d think heroes running around the city would stop lowlifes from tormenting people, but it didn’t, so you did your best to put a stop to their shenanigans.
You reached your hand up to your face, adjusting the black mask that tied behind your head. Your vigilante costume was currently a work in progress. It merely consisted of a mask, a long sleeved shirt, some leggings and a pair of beat up sneakers from Goodwill. In your defense, you can’t help being a broke high school kid with crappy sewing skills and no prior vigilante outfit experience.
With a soft grunt, you landed on the top of the empire state building. You wonder if your dad ever did the same. For a crime ridden city, the view was breathtaking from this angle.
You took a seat, letting your legs dangle over the side as you watched the nighttime traffic.
Someone dropped down beside you, and out of your peripheral you could see the bright red and blues of the familiar hero costume. Your heart picked up speed as he got himself comfortable.
You could feel a tingle that stretched from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Like you knew him, even if it was your first time meeting.
Spider-Man got himself comfortable, shimmying around in his spot before speaking. “Hey.” He started, and you couldn’t help but snort. Such a casual greeting from such a loved superhero was not something you were expecting.
“Hey.” You responded.
He cleared his throat nervously, and you could hear the way his own heart picked up speed. “I um… saw you swinging.”
You nodded.
There were a few moments of awkward silence before he spoke again. “You’re a good guy right?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, no need to worry.”
He let out a breath of relief. “Okay cool, because it would really suck if the first person I met like me was a bad guy.”
“You get the tingle too?” You asked, referring to the sensation you felt the moment he sat next to you.
“Yeah, I call it spider sense. It’s kinda lame but does the job.” He shrugged.
“Fitting name.”
He leaned back on his hands. “So… How long you been able to do that?”
“Oh, a few months. Been trying to get used to them.” You said, holding your hands in front of your face to examine them. “Would’ve been better with some help, but you’re pretty hard to catch, Spider-Man.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I’ve been told, sorry.”
“No need to apologize, I’m just teasing. Plus you’re keeping my home safe and that’s all I can ask.” You shrugged.
He let out a hum. “Your web shooters are nice by the way. How’d you get your web to stick so well?”
You glanced at him, brows furrowing in confusion. “They came like that?” You held your hand out, showing him the small hole in your wrist that the web came out of.
“Woah that’s cool!” He exclaimed, grabbing your wrist to examine. “Mine don’t do that, I had to make my own web shooters.”
He offered you his wrist and you examined the device clasped to it.
“You made those? That’s pretty high tech.”
He beamed. “Yeah! It was a lot of trial and error but I finally got them to do what I wanted them to.”
The two of you stayed on the rooftop for hours, exchanging stories and talking about the difference between your gifts. He even gave you some pointers.
The next night you met again, and then again the night after. About a month into your friendship, the two of you revealed your identities to each other, and a few days later you took on the role of Spider-Woman. Outfit the courtesy of Peter.
A month later and you were a couple.
You never told Eddie. The thought terrified you. His and Venom’s hatred for Spider-Man was apparent, from their frequent fights in the city to Venom’s loud rants whenever he saw Peter on the TV.
You didn’t know if there would ever be a time to tell your dads the truth, but instead of worrying about it, you pushed it to the back of your mind.
You also refrained from telling Peter about Eddie and Venom. You loved him, and the thought of losing him because he found out you were a ‘villain’s’ daughter was too much for your heart. So you kept it to yourself, making up excuses whenever he talked about meeting your dad or avoiding patrol whenever Venom was rampaging the city.
You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass but you pushed that thought away too.
A hand on your shoulder grabbed your attention.
“You okay?” Peter asked, voice slightly muffled through his mask.
“Hmm? Yeah I’m good, just thinking is all.” You responded.
“You tired? It’s okay if you want to go home.” His thumb caressed your mask covered face and you smiled softly.
Lately you’d been growing distant, always in your mind. It didn’t take Peter long to notice.
It was painfully obvious that something was wrong, but you tried your best to keep it to yourself. Between being a hero, finishing high school, keeping Peter and Spider-Woman a secret from your dad, and keeping your relationship with Venom from Peter, it was taking a toll on you.
“I’m okay, Pete. Promise.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. He had enough to worry about on his own anyways, and you weren’t going to dump all of your crap onto his plate.
“Alright just making sure.” He lifted the bottom of his mask, leaving a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling it down again.
The two of you spent a few more hours patrolling before you called it a night. After telling Peter to get home safe, the two of you shared a soft kiss before you were swinging back to your apartment complex.
You thanked your lucky stars that it was a Friday night, and after changing out of your costume and into some soft sweatpants and an old t-shirt, you passed out.
The smell of bacon had you blinking awake with much reluctance. A glance to your alarm clock confirmed that you had slept in quite a bit and soon you found yourself stumbling out of bed.
With a soft yawn you made your way out to the kitchen, where Eddie was making bacon and chocolate chip pancakes.
Your stomach growled loudly, alerting your dad and the symbiote on his shoulder of your presence.
“Morning.” Eddie called, to which you grumbled back a reply.
“Late night?” He asked as he watched you rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Yeah, studying for chem finals next week.” It was a simple lie that easily rolled off your tongue, but it felt sour in your mouth.
“Humans and their studying.” Venom muttered. “If you’d let me in, I could easily pass that feeble test for you.”
“Absolutely not, Vee. I don’t want you all up in my head.” You responded.
“Why? Something you need to hide?” He asked, to which you sent him a glare.
You couldn’t help the small feeling of guilt blossoming in the pit of your stomach though.
“So I was wondering,” Eddie spoke, handing you a plate of food, which you took with you to the kitchen table. “How about we go on a motorcycle trip today? Like old times? Was thinking we could go out for pizza, maybe the movies? What do you think?”
You cringed, finishing your mouthful of pancakes before speaking. “Sorry, Dad. I’ve got plans. I’m hanging out with my friend Stacy today. Remember? That girl from my math class I was telling you about?” There was no girl from math class, but there was Peter who you promised to go out with today.
Eddie frowned, “Oh, yeah no I totally get it. Maybe next Saturday? I’ve gotta work tomorrow. Or hey, we can play Monopoly tonight? Maybe I can finally kick your ass.”
“I’ve gotta study tonight, dad. I’m really sorry.” ‘Studying’, a term that really meant you’d be webbing up some muggers with Spider-Man. “But next Saturday, I promise we’ll go out.” You held out a pinky, and Eddie was quick to clasp it with his.
“Yeah of course, next week it is.”
You didn’t miss the way he frowned at the plate in his hands and the pit of guilt continued to grow.
“Are you seeing this!?” Venom suddenly snapped, pointing towards the TV.
Eddie grabbed the remote, turning it up as Spider-Woman and Spider-Man popped up on screen. You glanced at the screen anxiously.
“Last night our very own Spider-Woman and Spider-Man were seen saving over twenty people from a burning building. Here’s a word from one of our brave firefighters who was saved himself by our arachnid themed heroes.”
You bit your bottom lip as Venom growled at the TV.
The camera panned to a man dressed in fire gear, face dirtied by ash and arm in a sling. You remembered him from the night before. He had gotten his arm stuck under a burning beam. Peter had reached him first, but he sent him away, telling Peter to save a little girl in the next room over. That’s when you came in, and while Peter went to save the little girl, you held up the burning beam and helped the injured firefighter out of the building.
“It was amazing.” The man gushed. “I mean, Spider-Woman came out of nowhere and lifted a flaming beam like it was nothing. She saved my life, and because of her I get to go home to my wife and daughter.” Your heart swelled at his words. He was the reason you were a hero, and even with all the burdens that came with being one, you knew you’d never give it up.
Venom was quick to snatch the remote from Eddie, shutting the TV off before throwing the remote down on the couch.
“Ridiculous, we could do that. I don’t see why they don’t praise us.” Venom huffed.
“We can’t do that, we’re flammable.” Eddie pointed out.
“Not to mention you eat people, Vee.” You shrugged before taking another mouthful of your breakfast.
“Bad people!” He defended.
“I know, Vee. Relax, dude.”
“Relax!? Those spider brats are everywhere! Can’t even watch TV without seeing them.”
“You don’t even watch TV.” Eddie muttered.
“Not the point!” He grumbled.
“I get the point, Venom. They’re annoying, I know. Spider-Man won’t even let me feed you without being up my ass.” He grunted.
You quickly shoveled the last of your breakfast in your mouth before taking a glance at the time. “Shit.” You murmured before turning towards your dad.
“Gotta go, running late. Love you.” You rushed through a mouthful of food, giving Eddie a kiss on the cheek and Venom a pat on the head before throwing your plate in the sink and rushing to your bedroom to get dressed.
“Is it just me or does she seem more busy than usual?” Eddie asked.
“I think she’s hiding something.” Venom replied, glaring at the seat you’d previously occupied.
“Why do you think that?”
“She’s never mentioned a Stacy before.”
“She probably has, maybe you just forgot.”
“I don’t forget, Eddie.”
“I think she’s just growing up. Probably getting too old to hang out with her old man.”
“You say that, yet our thoughts are one, Eddie. You think she’s hiding something too.”
“She wouldn’t, because that would mean she’s been lying to me. She’s not like that.”
“Well whatever her problem is, she better get over it soon. If she misses our weekly baking day, I’m eating her cat.” Venom grumbled.
“Mr. Belvedere is technically Anne’s.” Eddie pointed out.
“So? Y/N likes him just as much.”
“Take a chill pill, dude. Like, seriously.” Eddie scoffed. “God, I need a coffee.”
You frowned, taking your ear away from the door you’d been eavesdropping through. You felt terrible turning down your dad, but being a hero came at a cost, and unfortunately it was beginning to eat you up inside.
With a heavy sigh, you changed into your suit, throwing a pair of civilian clothes over it and grabbing your backpack.
You waved goodbye to your dad and Venom, and soon found yourself knocking on Peter’s front door.
“Y/N! How are you, honey?” Aunt May greeted, moving aside so you could come in.
“I’m good! Smells really good in here by the way!” You responded.
“Thanks hun, I’ve got some pot roast cooking for dinner. You staying that long?” She asked, taking your coat from your hands.
“Yeah, Peter and I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”
“All right well, Pete’s in his room and I’ll come by with some drinks in a bit.”
“Thanks May!” You sent her a wave before making your way to Peter’s room.
“Hey.” He called from his place on his bed, one of his web shooter’s sitting in front of him.
“Hey. It broke again?” You asked, dropping your backpack to the ground before plopping down on the side of him.
“Yeah, got jammed.” He muttered as tinkered with the small device.
“Was working fine last night, what happened?” You leaned your head on his shoulder as you watched him take the device apart.
“Left my suit on the floor and stepped on it this morning.” He admitted, to which you let out a snort.
“Typical.”
He gawked at you in mock offense. “Hey!” He nudged you with his shoulder. “You come over here to make fun of me?”
“I mostly come over here for Aunt May’s cooking, you’re just a bonus.” You teased.
He let out a soft laugh before pulling you to him and placing a kiss on your lips, one you were quick to reciprocate.
“Missed you.” He mumbled against your lips.
“I was with you all night.” You reminded.
“So?”
You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing him away before laying back on his bed.
There were a few minutes of comfortable silence, interrupted by the buzzing of your phone.
You grabbed ahold of it, seeing a text message from your dad.
‘Wanna get pizza for dinner?’
You frowned, sending a quick reply about how Stacy’s mom invited you to dinner.
“Everything okay?” Peter asked, noting the grimace on your face.
“Yeah, I guess.” You replied.
“You guess?” He snorted.
You sent a playful glare his way before you were frowning once more. “I just, I’ve been canceling all these plans with my dad and I feel so bad.”
“Why not go home? We can always hang out another day?” He suggested, to which you shook your head.
“I barely see you enough as it is, and patrol doesn’t count. I mean, I blew you off three times last week, so I owe you this. I just wish I could tell him. About you, about Spider-Woman.” Peter let out a soft hum to let you know he was listening before he began gathering up his things and placing them on the nightstand beside his bed.
He turned towards you, resting his head on his hand. “I understand keeping Spider-Woman a secret, but why keep us a secret?”
“My dad isn’t fond of new people.” Actually, Venom wasn’t fond of new people, but Peter didn’t need to know that. “He just protective, and I just don’t want to have to deal with all of that.” Not to mention, if Venom or Eddie ever found out you were dating Spider-Man, they’d flip their lid.
“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” Peter grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips to leave a soft kiss. “I know he means a lot to you, I mean he took my spot as your screensaver.” He joked, earning an eye roll from you. “But seriously, if he loves you then he’ll get over it.”
You nodded, because he was right. Eddie and Venom loved you, and you loved them just as much. They’d understand, they’d have to.
You and Peter hung out for the rest of the day, studying, cuddling, and the occasional cheesy teenage make out session. Before long you were eating with Aunt May and then slipping your mask on, getting ready for another night of patrolling New York City.
Patrol was easy enough. The two of you stopped a mugging and helped a couple in a car accident but most of the night was spent sitting on top of the tallest buildings, overlooking the city and eating junk food.
Before you knew it, the two of you were standing outside your bedroom window.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.” You spoke to Peter, who was sitting on the railing of the fire escape that sat outside your room.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m gonna tell him. Tomorrow morning when he wakes up. About us.”
Peter beamed, standing up. “Does that mean I can finally come over to your house without sneaking in your window?”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” You teased.
He let out a laugh, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close. He lifted the bottom of his mask, doing the same to yours before planting a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, and your chin, making you snort as he left little kisses wherever he could.
“Peter.” You whined, drawing out the last two letters of his name with a soft snicker.
“What? You don’t like it?” He asked, but didn’t stop, continuing to pepper your face.
“My dad’s gonna hear us.” You warned.
“The traffic is louder than us, trust me, he won’t hear us.”
“Eddie might not, but I will.” A voice bellowed, and you could physically feel your heart dropped as Venom sneered at you from your open bedroom window.
Peter was quick to pull his mask on, getting ready to attack the symbiote he’d already faced many times before.
Venom did the same, but before either could lunge you pulled Peter back. “Vee, we’re not fighting you.”
“We aren’t?” Peter asked.
“You lied to us!” Venom roared.
“Lied? Y/N what’s going on?” Peter had grabbed onto your arm pulling you to him protectively.
You shook your head. “Venom please, this is something I need to talk to my dad about, not just you.”
“What!? No! You’ve been lying to me! To Eddie! He’s mad at you! He doesn’t want to talk to you.” Venom defended.
You grabbed ahold of your mask, pulling it completely off your face much to Peter’s bewilderment. “I know that, Vee. I’m sorry, but I need to talk to Dad, okay? Please?”
Venom huffed before he was seeping back into Eddie’s skin, and you were met with the stone cold glare of your father.
You couldn’t help the tears of guilt and frustration the pricked at the corner of your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath. “Can we do this inside? Please?”
Eddie nodded silently, walking out of your bedroom and into the living room. Your stomach was doing flips as you watched him leave. You looked to Peter, and nodded towards the open window.
He was hesitant, looking between you and where Venom had stood moments ago.
“It’s okay. Please just… trust me on this Peter.”
“Trust you? After that?” You could hear the hurt in his voice and it only made you feel worse.
“I know Peter, fuck. I just… I can’t explain it until we’re inside. I know I kept this from you Peter, but you need to understand the position I was put in. I understand if you want to leave, if you don’t want to see me again, but please just let me explain.” You gestured once more towards the window, and with a silent nod, Peter reluctantly made his way inside with you on his tail.
Eddie was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, Venom copying his position behind his head. In any other situation it would’ve been a hilarious sight, but all it did was make the dread in the pit of your stomach heavier.
Peter stood across from him, alert and close to your bedroom door if he needed a quick escape.
They both looked at you expectantly and you gulped, swallowing the lump in your throat before speaking.
“I know I have a lot to explain, to the both of you.” You played with your fingers anxiously. “But I do need you to promise me that you won’t harm each other until I finish.”
Eddie and Peter nodded, but Venom was less than pleased. “Why should we?”
“Please, Vee. Just let me explain.”
Venom scoffed. “Fine, but there’s no guarantee I won’t bite his head off the second you stop talking.” He hissed, glaring at Peter who stared back at him.
“Thank you.” You muttered before taking a deep breath. “A year ago, I was bitten by a radioactive spider and given superhuman abilities. The same abilities I had seen demonstrated on the news every night. I didn’t tell you.” You glanced at your dad.
“No shit.” Venom muttered.
You opted to ignore the alien as you continued. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how. You hate Spider-Man, you and Vee. I see you everyday screaming at the TV just because he’s on it, Venom. I didn’t know how either of you’d react to my being Spider-Woman, so I kept it a secret and I’m sorry.” You paused, licking your lips.
“I met Spider-Man not long after, and we bonded. We…” You glanced at Peter. “…grew close. Close enough that he means just as much to me as you two do. He helped me become Spider-Woman and while I am sorry for keeping that a secret I am not sorry for being Spider-Woman. I love being a hero, and I won’t give it up, whether you agree with it or not.” Venom opened his mouth to reply but you held up your hand to stop him. If you didn’t get it out all in one go, you don’t think you’d ever be able to again.
You turned fully towards Peter. “My father is Venom. I can’t tell you how or why because it’s not my place, but they are Venom.”
Peter didn’t say anything, shifting against the wall as he listened to you.
“I wanted to tell you, I wanted to just get it out there. But then you were asking me out, and we were getting so close and I got scared. I got scared that if I told you, you’d hate me for it. Because while I see my dad as a hero, despite his particular methods, you do not. I was scared and stupid and I’m sorry. I should’ve told you and I didn’t. I should’ve told both of you.” You finished. And while you felt terrible, you couldn’t deny the small feeling of relief you felt now that everything was finally out there.
It was silent for a few minutes before Eddie spoke up. “I’m not mad, I’m just… disappointed. You could’ve come to us, we would’ve understood.” He rubbed his face. “We would’ve tried to understand.” He frowned.
You listened intently, heart hammering in your chest. “I love you Y/N, you are my pride and joy. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me about things. Our dislike for Spider-Man,” He glanced at Peter. “, is nothing compared to how much you mean to me. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry you felt the need to keep this a secret when you didn’t have to. I’m sorry we made you feel like like we’d ever stop loving you for being different.”
Venom grumbled and Eddie was quick to nudge him. “All right fine, I’m sorry. But out of everyone, you had to get with this pussy?”
“Venom.” Eddie scolded.
“What? I’m just saying.” He grumbled.
“Not the time, dude.” Your dad responded, rubbing a hand down his face in annoyance.
You sniffled, wiping away the stubborn tears that cascaded down your cheeks. He was apologizing, you were the one who lied and he was apologizing.
Two hands wrapped around you, your dad pulling you into a hug. “I worry about you. We both do. You scared me, kid. I thought you were pulling away because of us.” He mumbled into your hairline. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I lied to you. Why are you apologizing? This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let it get this far.” You sniffed.
“I’m apologizing because I love you and obviously I did something wrong if you felt like you couldn’t come talk to me. I’m not happy about this, not at all, but I am partly to blame that it had to come to this. We’re partly to blame.”
“I love you too, dad. This isn’t your fault, I could’ve handled things better but I didn’t know what to do and I panicked.” You hicupped, arms wrapped tightly around his middle.
“Hey, it’s okay. It was a bizarre situation and you’re just a kid. Anybody would’ve done the same thing.” He gave you another tight squeeze.
“I told you there was no Stacy.” Venom muttered to Eddie, wrapping himself around your shoulders in his own version of a hug. And while Venom didn’t say much, you knew he wasn’t angry with you. Eddie scoffed playfully, nudging the symbiote away.
Peter cleared his throat. “I’m sorry too.” You lifted your head, wiping at your eyes as you looked at him. Eddie pulled away from you, his and Venom’s eyes on beading into Peter. The spider themed hero took a breath before he brought his hand up and gently pulled off the fabric of his mask completely, eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t mean to get upset earlier, I think I just go overwhelmed.” He twisted his mask anxiously in between his hands, pulling at the fabric as he talked.
“I could never hate you, Y/N. Especially not for something you can’t control, like who your dad is. And I know that he,” He turned towards Eddie and Venom. “, that you, aren’t evil. I mean you only eat the heads of criminals. Which is still bad because you’re eating them… and killing them… but, I guess it could be worse?”
Venom groaned and you let out a soft, albeit watery, snort as Peter rambled.
“Point is, I don’t and won’t ever hate you. You mean a lot to me, and something I can agree with your dad on is that it is partly my fault that you thought I’d hate you for being related to Venom.” He finished, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You sent him a soft smile, making your way over to him before pulling him into a tight hug. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Peter. I promise.” You whispered.
He hummed forehead resting against your shoulder blade. “I love you, Y/N. I really do.”
“I love you too.” You whispered.
After wiping any remnants of tears from your face, Eddie invited Peter to sit down and talk.
He explained the details about Venom without giving too much away to Peter, and decided that from now on he and Venom will go out of Spider-Man’s jurisdiction to avoid fights when they need to satiate Venom’s hunger for human brains, much to the alien’s annoyance. Though Venom was a lot happier when you told them about the chocolate factory a few states over.
You weren’t sure how well that plan would work, but you were happy your dad had already started to make mends.
You explained to your dads about your abilities and what it’s been like being Spider-Woman and just being a hero. While Eddie was questioning your safety, Venom took a liking in your new found strength, challenging you to an arm wrestle that Eddie automatically shut down. Guess you’d have to take him up on it another time.
Eventually Peter had to go, and with a goodbye from Eddie and a soft kiss from you, hidden from your dad and Venom, he swung himself home.
It was a few days later when a knock on the front door had you and Venom, the latter snacking on tater tots, looking up towards the door.
You didn’t have to open it to know who it was, and you knew Venom well enough to know he knew who it was as well. “It’s for you.” You said, to which Venom shook his head.
“No, it’s for you.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s for you, Vee.”
Venom groaned. “Why do I have to answer it? He’s your boyfriend.”
“You agreed to try and be nice to him. Let’s start with answering the door and letting him in.” You hummed.
“I haven’t eaten him, I feel like that’s being nice enough.”
“Answer the door, Vee.”
Venom opened his mouth to protest but you sent him a warning glare.
He huffed, mumbling about how he was the parent and you were the child and how you were just like Anne, before standing up and making his way to the door. He pulled it opened, making sure to stand as tall as he could. He sent a sinister smile towards Peter, teeth glinting in the fluorescents of the apartment hallway as he tried his best to be intimidating.
“Hey, Venom. Um, how are you?” Peter asked, a grocery bag in his left hand.
“I’m hungry.” He sneered.
“Y/N said you might be, so I got this for you.” He held up the bag, and Venom snatched it from his hands. Opening it to be met with a plethora of different chocolates, all for him.
“I’m not saying thank you.” He hissed and you knew he was arguing with your dad.
“Absolutely not!”
“No!”
Peter sent you a glance and you held up a finger, motioning for him to wait a second.
“You’re a bitch, Eddie Brock.”
“Okay that was mean, I’m sorry.”
“Fine.” Venom reluctantly turned to Peter. “Eddie says… I say thank you.”
“Of course, may I come in?”
“No.”
“Venom.” You deadpanned.
The alien relented, grumbling as he nodded.
Even with Venom’s annoyance, the three of them actually got along great together. You know it mostly had to do with trying their best for you, but you’d take the win either way.
And as you sat on your couch that night, watching Peter solemnly go bankrupt in Monopoly to your cheering father and equally pleased Venom, you didn’t know if you’d ever felt so happy.
It felt freeing without the burden of secrecy weighing on your shoulders. Like you could properly breath.
You could feel your mind drifting to “what if’s”, but you were quick to change your thought process. Things worked out, not completely of course, nevertheless it was still a work in progress. Still, here you were, surrounded by some of the most important figures in your life, and you honestly couldn’t ask for anything better.
Except for maybe a nap. Being a hero is exhausting.
Late but heres my piece for Venom. Which makes it disheartening since Stan Lee has left us but nevertheless, we can appreciate and love what he gave us. #venom #EddieBrock #symbrock
goddd i just want spider-man’s identity to be his own worst but new york city’s best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn’t.
the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it’s gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from “hey, i’m sure you were just excited, but….” to “ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch”.
any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:
“he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands…”
“wow… i’ve never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker’s daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is ‘dreamy’.”
these secrets are freely given if you’re kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him… “i don’t know what you’re talking about, buddy. he’s just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city’s problems on so we don’t unionize or worse”
so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p’ and rhymes with 'meter’… on the record, they don’t know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it’s only fair if they help him a little in return.
Every time I see a beautiful post about how Spidey collectively brings out the best I have to imagine the inverse of Venom just idiot disastering his way to the same result. His identity is so openly known that no one cares. Villains roll into to town prepared to “ruin his life” and just stop inside his apartment, looking around in horror, before turning to leave “I can’t do anything worse to this guy than life already did.”
“Venom saved everyone on the bus when it nearly went off a bridge, but he hung around for an hour caging spare change. He’s just going to buy tater tots.”
“My store was almost robbed but that weirdo ate the robber and now once a month he steals all the barbecue pork rinds.”
Someone comes into try and take Venom into jail but gets nowhere not because everyone is protecting him but because everyone just doesn’t want to know where he is. “Eddie? Ugh, I don’t know. I try to avoid him at every possible moment. Why don’t you fire up the tater tot signal that oughta bring them.”
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