[ peter! venom (symbiote) x reader imagine ]

The wind blew through your long (y/h/c) locks as you stood, leaning against your car. It was a cool autumn day as the crunchy, fiery coloured leaves whirred past your shoes on the concrete.

You were currently waiting for Peter as you were his ride home. You didn't know why he was so late though, usually he was on time.

"I'm here. Let's go." Peter's voice spoke up from behind you suddenly as you whipped your head over your left shoulder to see him. He didn't look happy, and his hair was styled differently; definitely not something Peter would do.

You hadn't seen him all day so his appearance was pretty shocking to you. "Peter?" You asked, more than stated.

"What? Are you not going to unlock the door?" He asked in aggravation.

You stared at him in utter bewilderment, "Are you okay?"

"Fine." He said, as you unlocked the car and he got in.

On your way home, you continued to steal quick glances at him. He remained tense as he stared out the window, with his jaw clenched.

"Peter, I don't know what's wrong with you. Did something happen today?" You asked, feeing genuinely concerned for him.

"(Y/n). I said I was fine. Can we just leave it at that?" He still didn't look at you.

"No, we can't! Peter, what has gotten into you? You were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you're blowing me off? Why-"

"Are you done?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

You scoffed and slammed on the brakes of your car. "Get out." You demanded, your blood boiling as you refused to look at him.

"I still have another ten blocks though—" He protested before you cut him off.

"Are you done?" You asked, finally looking at him and giving him a deadpanned look.

"Whatever. You don't need to be such a bit—" He said.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Pete? I'm trying to help you with whatever is going on with you, can't you see that?"

"How about you just leave me alone? I mean, all you do is smother me. Haven't you heard of personal space?" He asked.

"Wow, Peter. You did not just say that. I ask you what's wrong so that I can help you, you jerk!" You said in disbelief.

"Well, I did. Get over it. Man, you're so sensitive." He shook his head.

"And you're so insensitive. Just get out of my car before I throw you out." You demanded again, tears beginning to roll down your face but you refused to look over at him to let him see.

"Whatever." He scoffed and grabbed his bag before getting out of your car and not forgetting to slam the door once he was out.

You immediately pressed on the gas and continued driving to your place. You didn't get why Peter was being so mean to you. After all, you are his best friend, why would he try to hurt you?

He was fine yesterday and now all of a sudden it was like he was this different person? You just decided that you would give him some space, not only because you were infuriated with him, but because he was obviously not being himself and was not wanting to talk. So, you left it be.

Two weeks had passed since that day, you were missing Peter like crazy, even if you were still angry with him. The two of you hadn't spoken in awhile and it seemed like he was still upset with you. You didn't know why though. Was it the car thing maybe?

All he gave you was dirty looks, he sometimes even went out of his way to bump into your shoulder forcefully when you walked past him in the halls.

You knew something was wrong with him, you didn't know exactly what it was but you were determined to find out. Despite your hard, angry feelings toward him and what he had said to you, you had to help him. He was your best friend after all.

It was currently twelve a.m. on a friday night as you were tucked in bed, on the verge of sleep. Your eyelids were drooping, feeling heavy before your impending sleep was interrupted by a soft knock on your window.

You sat up already half-asleep as you trudged toward it hesitantly. You looked and saw Peter, his head hanging low in his Spider-man suit. Only, it wasn't red and blue; it was black.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and slight anger at the sight of him as you opened your window and sat down on your bench against it.

"Peter, what are you doing here? It's twelve a.m." You said, not really excited to see him.

He looked up at you, his eyes were full of tears and his hair was a mess. He looked like himself for once, despite the black suit.

"I messed up." He cried out in a whisper, his eyes staring into yours, almost pleadingly.

"You messed what up?" You asked him.

"Us– everything," He said, trying to calm his tears. You could feel the guilt rising from him, it almost made you want to cry but you stood your ground. "I'm sorry for what I said, i'm sorry for all the dirty looks I've given you."

"Why are you suddenly sorry now, Peter? That was two weeks ago, why didn't you say something sooner? I don't get it." You protested in anger.

"I know, (y/n/n). I've been awful to you. I've just been going through some things-"

"Like what, Peter? Tell me! And be honest with me, don't push me away again. I'm your best friend!" You said, your voice raising as tears streamed down your own face now.

"It's hard to explain but I've been not feeling like myself recently, like something has taken over me." He said.

"Peter, you're starting to scare me."

He took your hand in his gently and squeezed, "I'm sorry. Its just I found this creature two weeks ago, I think it got stuck onto my suit and it feels like a drug.. It sounds really weird and confusing, but I talked to Dr. Connors and he knows what it is.. It feels, addictive and it's trying to pull me into my pent up anger and fears and– and bringing out the worst in me. I hate this version of myself just as much as you probably hate it. I need your help, (y/n/n). Man, I'm in trouble." He said, his head lowered again in shame.

You lifted his chin gently and brought his face up so you could look into his sad, regretful eyes. You leaned your forehead against his, your eyes never leaving his. "You're going to be okay. We'll get through this okay?"

He closed his eyes as more tears streamed down his face, "How can you be so kind to me after how I've been acting?"

"You're my best friend, Peter. We stick by each other no matter what, that's what friends do." You whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"I wish I could take everything I said and did back. You didn't deserve it. I feel so terrible now, I-"

"Shhh Pete, it wasn't you talking. It was what ever thing has control over you. Don't worry, okay?" You kissed his cheek.

He stayed silent for a moment just staring into your eyes, before his eyes fluttered down to your lips. "Peter-" You whispered, but he cut you off.

"Can I?" He asked, making your heart melt as your breath hitched in your throat. You didn't dare move.

Since you could muster up no words, you just nodded slowly before he leaned in slowly. His lips grazed lightly over yours. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

His lips finally met yours after the agonizing long couple of seconds it took him to finally do so. The kiss was slow, but passionate.

Your pent-up feelings for each other just seemingly came out into the kiss as he slowly climbed into your room, his lips never leaving yours.

You put your hand on his chest as you two stood up, you could feel his heart beat quicken which made you smile.

He slowly backed you up into your wall, all the while making sure he hadn't hurt your head from it. He had your face cupped in his hands as yours were around his waist.

Slowly, he pulled away leaving you breathless and him in awe. "I–" He started.

You laughed a little, "Well I wasn't expecting that to happen."

He smiled, "That makes two of us."

You chuckled, looking up at him as he sighed.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I really am. You didn't deserve that—" He whispered before you cut him off.

You placed your index finger against his lip, "Shh.. Stop apologizing Peter, it's okay. I forgive you, I just want to help you now, okay?"

"Okay," He nodded, before kissing your forehead. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Spider-man." You whispered, making him smile as he climbed back through your window, slipping his mask on and swinging off into the darkness.

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