There should be no possible way that the creature knows your name. You’ve only seen this monster - Venom - on the news. Escape was tempting, but morbid curiosity had you stay. You linger halfway between fleeing or approaching the monster. “How do you know my name?” You whisper, unable to stop your voice from shaking. what happened to him over his disappearance, was far worse than you could’ve ever imagined. however, one fateful night, he does return to you. you never believed for a second that he was dead, but his absence left an undeniable ache in your heart. Summary: eddie brock has been missing for over a year. thanks y’all <3 glad to see this feedback! ‘ IF IT MAKES THINGS ANY EASIER, WHY DON’T WE RETURN IT TO THEM?’ venom venom x reader eddie brock x reader venom 2018 marvel fanficĪuthor’s note: holy CRAP you guys, a post i made at literally two in the morning friggin’ exploded, and now i have a bunch of followers and notes. It’d be easier for him and safer for you. Eddie rises from his armchair, and goes over to pick up the umbrella. The Other was winning too many arguments today. “Stop.” Eddie begs, but he and the symbiote knew how much those words held true. “Just…please…don’t talk about them like that.” WE WANT MORE OF THAT, DON’T WE? WE WANT MORE OF THEM, EDDIE.’ ‘ BUT IT’S BEEN SO LONG.’ It whispers. ‘ SO LONG SINCE SOMEONE HAS SMILED AND TOUCHED US LIKE THAT. This act of kindness should not be interpreted any deeper than that. God, what was he thinking? You were just a kind stranger who had the heart to stop and give away an umbrella.

‘ THEY COULD BE OURS.’ A baritone voice drips in his mind, full of dark promise.Įddie tenses up instantly, and tosses the umbrella to the side. It’s pathetic, but no one has touched him for a long time. The memory of his fingertips brushing against yours, replays over and over again in his mind. He traces the handle, as if trying to search for the warmth he felt from your touch. The way you looked at them - cautious, but concerned. He isn’t much fascinated by the object itself, but rather, the memory associated with it. Probably the only nicest thing he owns at this point. The only things Eddie actually owned in the apartment was a musty cot and beaten up arm chair he found from the dumpster.īut, there’s also the umbrella. Long enough to get a shitty little apartment they can at least call their own. All he knows that it’s been a long time since he and the symbiote were able to shake the Life Foundation off their trail. It’s been weeks or months - time is meaningless and fleeting. It stopped raining some time ago, but Eddie still hung onto the umbrella that stranger gave to him. Tag list: timel0rd-of-the-rings sebastianstanfoundmymixtape deaths-maiden killercatastrophe Author’s note: i’m really happy people liked the previous story, ‘ shelter.’ here’s a continuation.

Venom x eddie x peter