He whips his head around when he hears nis name, eyes half-lidded. He stumbles over towards Johnny, then leans on him, placing most of his body weight onto Johnny. You stare straight at him, slightly confused.
“Oi, who’s this li’l bird then?” he slurs.
Johnny stills, eyes flicking towards yours, his mouth agape. In a flash, he slams his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
simon is high off his ass from anesthesia and you have to deal with him. (does this count as a sick trope?? idk)
Three years ago, you were minding your business. You kept your head down and stayed in your lane because the streets of Nueva York were shady, and you weren’t about to get posted on the ‘Missing’ bulletin for any reason.
You worked at a diner, barely making a living, but that’s where fate put you. Throwing out the trash one night, you’re cornered by a few familiar patrons and left for dead in the back of an alley.
You wake up in bed the following day without knowing how you got there. One of the men you remember pops up on the news as you’re going through your routine, and he’s announced dead – 'brutally murdered,’ the report states.
[Criminally delicious] Venom snarls in your ear. You think you’re going crazy, so you numbly laugh.
You’re quick to go along with Venom’s appetite, convincing yourself it’s the same as any predator eating prey. In return, Venom goes after your attackers and makes them hurt.
The police can’t catch Venom, so naturally, you turn to a life of crime to pull yourself out of poverty. You rob banks blind, mindful of collateral damage and avoiding attention.
You have an easy gig now. Lying low, enjoying your nights in with Venom, and occasionally eating garbage people on the street. Your apartment is homey and comfortable; some nights, you take up the corner in a massive bean bag.
You got a med card to buy copious amounts of weed to combat Venom’s tolerance, and you’ll play old movies while you light up and sink into the seat.
You and Venom are in the middle of Shrek. You’re packing a fresh bowl when you feel your stomach lurch. You immediately regard the concern for Venom, writing it off as their warning sense.
You bring the mouthpiece against your lips and pull at the lighter, quickly getting irate when the flame keeps dying.
“Is something wrong?” You hesitate, waiting for Venom’s confirmation as your stomach continues churning.
[Don’t know] Venom hisses, but the symbiote takes the lighter from you and quickly pulls a bright flame. [Safe]
“Okay, thanks,” you whisper, relaxing at their security.
You’re in the middle of your rip when a hole tears in your living room. Trapped in your hit, you try to contain yourself as you breathe smoke from the corner of your lips, eyeing the two new figures standing in front of your tv.
Sinking back slowly, you allow Venom to take over your body, and you watch them rise to full height from their point of view.
“We’re friendlies! Friendlies,” the one dressed in white blurts, putting their hands up in surrender and stepping back. “I’m Gwen. And, this is Miles.”
[Why are you here] Venom’s arm manifests into a pointed tip as they snarl and sway impatiently.
“We’re looking for Spider-Man,” Miles answers, eyes broad and examining the white pattern across Venom’s chest. “Is that you?”
[We are Venom] They say with an affectionate purr, tongue lashing out and running over their monstrous teeth. [Who the fuck is Spider-Man]
will be making more for this concept
reader is a tired, traumatized individual that just wants to smoke weed and chill tf out and i feel like Miguel needs to smoke a blunt and get fucked
Words: 1.6 k (I promise the chapters longer eventually)
Content warning: cursing, hostage situations and violence against reader. (This is a fun one lads)
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 began pacing back and forth in your living room, rereading the news report over and over, chewing on your thumb nail like an anxious animal. You didn’t know what to do.
The picture didn’t have anything identifying, it just shocked Venom’s mask and it’s arm throwing the wannabe robber across the store. Sure you were only wearing a black hoodie, anyone could be wearing a black hoodie but still! You’ve gotta burn that hoodie now.
“Relaaaax. We’re finally getting noticed.” Venom laughed, clearly amused by your anxious pacing. You cursed while running a hand through your hair, pushing it back and groaning.
“We aren’t spider-man!” You scoffed, stopping in front of a mirror. Staring at the creature’s reflection which replaced your own, Venom smiled at you with large sharp teeth, “I agreed to you having your playtime in this city, but we weren’t like spider-man. We stay on the down low, we don’t need anyone’s attention!”
“You say that, but you’re too good for that.” The creature said with an amused smile, cocking its head in response. “You keep saying we aren’t Spider-Man or that we touch Spider-Man level things but soon you won’t be able to stop yourself.” You scowled at the alien, trying to think of a response before you could speak, it carried on, “You try to act like you’re a cold hearted nobody but you aren’t.”
“Oh shut up!” You cursed, turning away from the mirror and waving your hand dismissively. Flushed by the words Venom was saying. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You know I’m right.” Venom said, “And Mikey would tell you the same thing.”
“Shut up!” You yelled, pointing at the reflection, “Right, now. Get that name out of your mouth.” You stared at the reflection, Venom looked at you and returned your stare until it faded away until your own reflection was seen again. All you saw was your angry flushed expression.
