Venom x Reader (Discontinued)

Meaning behind each text

You sat down on the bed, as Mr. Lee went to his bedroom to grab some more bed sheets. (What a day, how am I ever going to explain this to Venom and Eddie?) You tapped your chin, thinking of some way to explain this, but there was no simple way. The truth was going to be hard to admit to, not to mention the fact that this guy may be a threat to your life. When in history, has an FBI agent followed a girl around, besides in a movie? Nothing added up, there was no trace of Venom on you or your phone. You grunted, thinking even harder. (That guy...Greg Smith was his name, right? Damn...if only I knew why he was looking for me.) Mr. Lee came in, setting down the nicely washed sheets. "Ok, there you go!" He smiled, patting the sheets. "Thank you Mr. Lee, I owe you one." You said, standing up. "Oh, please! I should be thanking you! This old man never has anything exciting in his life anymore!" You giggled, and Mr. Lee left the room, closing the door, before opening it back up. "Oh! If you need anything, just holler!" He shut the door and you smiled, happy that you had a friend like Mr. Lee. You looked over at the woven sheets, the ones Mr. Lee's wife made when she was still alive. She was a very nice old woman, she would always smile and greet you whenever you came to the store. Sadly, she passed away when you were a kid, so you don't have many memories of her. You picked up the sheets and casted them out on your bed, letting the sheets settle around the bed's edges. Suddenly, you heard something from your phone. You looked over at it, doubting yourself at first, until it rang the second time. You picked up your phone and looked at the text message. It was from Eddie, who would always text in normal font. Venom however, usually texted in bold, that way you could tell the difference.

"Hey, (Y/n)." Eddie texted.

"Hey, Eddie." You hesitated to push the send button. You wanted to explain this to Venom and Eddie in person, not through the phone. Not only would the FBI have access to those text messages, but it could also make you look more suspicious. With this FBI agent being hot on your tail, you needed to take every precaution. You had no idea what this 'Greg Smith' guy was capable of. For all you know, he's been watching you since you left Eddie's house.

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie texted. You were perplexed, but texted back.

"Sure. What's up?"

"You see, there was this guy at my house today asking about you." You froze, gripping your shaking phone in your cold hand. "What?" You whispered, petrified. You rapidly texted back, letting your fingers fly across the keypad.

"What do you mean!?"

"We mean he is after you!" Venom texted.

"No, he's not, but he seemed to know you...almost to well." Eddie texted back, trying to explain before Venom blew this situation out of proportion. You sighed, texting back, before Venom could.

"Look, we shouldn't be discussing this on the phone. Let's talk in person, ok? Its safer that way anyway." You saw the three little dots and you waited patiently for a response. The message appeared, making the low humming sound.

"Agreed, where are you?" Before you could text back, Eddie did.

"You know what? On second thought, don't tell me."

"Us, Eddie."

"Yeah, yeah, us. Anyway, just come back here." You thought for a moment, if Greg Smith was intercepting all these messages, he would know where to find you. He would be able to track you on the subway and the way to Eddie's house. Not to mention he knows Eddie and where he lives, it was to risky to try and meet up by normal means. You shook your head, texting Eddie.

"Eddie, you know our dog, right?" On Eddie's end of the phone, he was beyond confused. "A dog?" Venom asked, perplexed. "What the hell is she going on about?" Eddie asked Venom. "As if I know, Eddie. I have your brain, remember?" Eddie texted you back, while Venom restrained himself from trying to text to.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, the dog named, Vee-Vee?" Eddie scratched his head, racking his brain for any possible memories of a dog. "What the hell is a Vee-Vee?" Venom asked, resting on Eddie's shoulder, sighing. "Shit, what is she going on about?"

"What the frick are you talking about?"

"Vee-Vee plays fetch. Tell Vee-Vee to go fetch!" Eddie groaned, not amused at your weird text messages. "She's lost it." Eddie claimed, setting his phone down, pulling his face down. (Hmm...Vee-Vee...why does that...?) Venom tried to think harder, knowing that he heard that name once before. (I have heard that before...and from (Y/n)'s lips I am sure. But what was she saying about Vee-Vee? That is an odd name for a dog...) Venom growled, getting worked up, like Eddie. "We never had a dog before...and not one with that stupid name." Eddie commented.

"Still trying to remember?" You texted to him. "Look inside your head Eddie, you'll find it soon enough." You texted him, using italics on purpose. You clicked your phone off, hoping your hint didn't give away anything to Greg. Hopefully, he wasn't watching you to begin with. You turned the light off, plugging your phone in, sitting on your bed. You pulled your face back, moaning. "Dear god...what a screwed-up day..." You turned the lamp off and snuggled against the pillow, wrapping your arm around it. (Sleep...I just need to sleep on this for the night.) You flopped your head down, passing out within seconds.

...

Eddie didn't see anything else coming up on his phone, which meant you stopped texting him. He growled, falling back into the couch, throwing his head up to the ceiling. "God dang..." He muttered, peeking Venom's interest. "Have you figured it out yet?" He asked. Eddie scoffed, leaning forward, on his legs. "No, who would?" Eddie paused, holding his chin. He held the phone up, seeing the italicized words, which meant they had a double meaning. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Venom slid over his shoulder, slithering up to his hand, looking at the phone. "A dog named Vee-Vee, who plays fetch. She claims you know it because she told you to look inside your head." Eddie groaned, getting a headache from all this stress. "Stop stating the obvious, we just need to wait for her." Eddie said. Venom thought for a moment, and then lit up with an idea. "What if she wants us to come to her?" Eddie looked at Venom up and down. "What?" Venom grinned, smirking because he knew something Eddie didn't. "Don't you get it? She is one smart girl, I will give her that much. However, I do not appreciate the name, Vee-Vee." Venom sighed, quickly getting over it. "Never the less, Eddie, she is implying we come to her." Eddie leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. "What makes you so sure?" Eddie challenged. "You idiot! Vee-Vee stands for me! I am the dog who plays fetch! She threw me the bone, now I must retrieve it! You had to look inside your mind because that's where I am! She was hinting me the whole time! Hehehe, clever girl, it makes me shiver in joy." Venom cackled, getting a thrill out of seeing Eddie's disgusted look. "Ok, I follow you." Eddie said, nodding. "Good, then let us be off?" Venom suggested, pulling Eddie to his feet. Eddie grabbed his phone and scoffed, shaking his head. "Perhaps I don't know her as well as I thought." He said, holding his head. "Heh! What would you do without me?" Venom smirked, laughing. "Probably die." Eddie exaggerated. Venom rolled his eyes and growled at Eddie. "Don't flatter me, flattering doesn't suit you to well." Venom said, being dead serious. "Whatever, lets go." Eddie said, running out the door.