avengers x male reader (requests are open)

EDDIE BROCK

The rain outside streaked against the tall windows of Eddie Brock’s shabby apartment, its steady rhythm a constant backdrop to the chaos that had recently become his life. The inside was a mess of crumpled papers, empty takeout containers, and a few broken furniture pieces courtesy of Venom’s occasional tantrums. Eddie was sitting on the couch, hunched over his laptop, trying to piece together an exposé. He barely noticed the soft knock on the door until it came a second time—louder.

He opened it to find you—Y/N—with a paper bag in one hand, umbrella tucked under your arm, a hopeful grin tugging at your lips.

"Delivery for one stressed-out journalist and his gooey gremlin roommate," you teased.

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted. “You brought food?”

“I brought peace offerings,” you corrected, holding up the bag. “One turkey melt for you and…” You paused dramatically, pulling out a small box. “Three different kinds of chocolate truffles for Venom.”

There was a low, amused growl behind Eddie’s eyes.

“Y/N! You are my favorite human now.”

You jumped back slightly, blinking. “Was that—?”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was him.”

You blinked again, then snorted. “Okay, I knew you were acting weird the last few weeks, but I thought it was a mid-life crisis, not a talking alien in your head.”

Eddie opened the door wider, letting you in. “Mid-life? I’m not that old.”

“I said what I said,” you smirked, walking past him and setting the food down on the cluttered kitchen counter.

Once inside, you turned and faced him. “So… when were you gonna tell me you’ve been possessed by a chocolate-loving alien slug?”

“Hey, hey,” Eddie said, holding up his hands. “It’s not possession. It’s more like… cohabitation. He’s a symbiote.”

“And I am not a slug.”
Venom’s voice rumbled out of Eddie’s chest, deeper this time, and for a moment a black tendril crept up Eddie’s shoulder to wave at you like a tentacle-shaped handshake.

You took a deep breath, then slowly raised a brow. “So… this is real? You’ve got a… thing living inside you that talks and eats and jokes around?”

“And fights crime,” Venom added proudly. “And eats bad guys. But also, Y/N brings me chocolates, so he is special. We keep him.”

You gawked. “You eat people?!”

Eddie grimaced. “Bad people. Like murderers. Thieves. Creeps.”

“Sometimes delivery drivers that forget sauce packets.”

“Venom.” Eddie scolded.

You stared for a moment before laughing in disbelief. “This is insane. I feel like I’m in a fever dream.”

Eddie leaned against the counter beside you, his expression softening. “Yeah… I felt the same way at first. But he grows on you. Like a weird fungus that… punches people.”

“Fungus?” Venom grumbled. “Ungrateful. I liked you better when you were hungry.”

You pulled out one of the truffle boxes and popped it open. “Here. A peace offering.” You held it up to Eddie’s shoulder.

Without warning, a black tendril shot out from his side and snatched the entire box, retreating into Eddie’s body with a happy growl.

“Y/N is wise. Y/N is sweet. Y/N brings caramel.”

You blinked. “He has favorites?”

Eddie chuckled. “Oh yeah. Don’t bring him white chocolate again. He took it personally.”

You both settled on the couch, your knees brushing. Eddie looked over at you, his face still carrying that usual tired but genuine warmth.

“You’re taking this better than I expected,” he admitted.

“I mean… you’re still you,” you said, looking him in the eye. “A little more unhinged, sure. But I think it’s kinda… endearing?”

“He likes you,” Venom whispered.

Eddie flushed. “Ignore him. He’s just… himself.”

But you smiled, leaning your head back against the couch. “Nah, it’s okay. I like you too. Both of you, I guess.”

A pause.

“…Even the part where he eats people?” Eddie asked carefully.

You smirked. “Only if they really deserve it.”

There was a long beat of silence, and then Venom’s voice echoed again:

“Y/N should move in. He has snacks.”

Eddie groaned. “Dude—stop. That’s not how this works.”

But you raised a brow. “Wait, you want me to move in just because I bring snacks?”

“Also because you make Eddie less grumpy. And you smell like cinnamon rolls.”

You looked at Eddie. “Do I really smell like cinnamon rolls?”

Eddie shrugged, trying to hide a smile. “I guess Venom has a sweet tooth and a nose.”

You both laughed, and for a moment, the chaos faded away. There was something about being in that apartment—rain on the windows, the distant noise of the city, and an alien symbiote who had a penchant for caramel truffles—that made it feel like home.

And from that day on, you made a habit of stopping by Eddie’s place. Sometimes with food. Sometimes with chocolates. Sometimes with just a smile and the promise that even the weirdest relationships—symbiotic or otherwise—could still be pretty damn sweet.