E N E M I E S [peter Parker x reader]

We. Are. Venom.

I gasp for air. I'm stuck. I can't breathe. Something is doing it for me. I gag, over and over again. Shouting is to be heard but it's all muffled. Slowly the tube gets pulled out of my throat and I blink away the tears. The lights are too bright was my first thought. I tried to speak but my throat was too raw. I caress it with my hand.

"Y/n? Y/n! It's okay, babe. It's okay. You're okay." A soft voice that I knew all too well. I knot my eyebrows and widen my eyes,
"Who? Who are you?" I try to respond. All the colour vanished from his face and I try to suppress a laugh.
"It's- it's me! It's peter!" I let out a smile to let him know I was only joking.
"I know who you are dumb dumb!" My voice cracks every now and then. Peter let's out a relieved sigh and hugged me.
Hungry.
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
Food.
Am I getting possessed by a demon? A hungry demon?
Peters arm hairs go up. "Y/n? You okay?" He asks.
"Uh. Yeah?" I more question then state.
"Y/n....." he says accusingly.
"I'm fine! I'm just hungry! Do we have any food? Am I allowed to leave?"
"Yeah and yeah. Come on. We gotta sign some paperwork."
I groan and sit up in the hospital bed. My body felt so heavy.
FOOD!
"Jesus! Okay! I'm getting food! Don't get your panties in a twist!" I grumble.
"What was that?" Peter asked.
"Oh.. nothing.."
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Time skip.
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I plop down on the silk sheets of my bed, ignoring the grumbles coming from my stomach. I try to piece together what happened. What's inside of me? What is that.. that.. that voice? Why. Me.
Jesus. How many times do I need to say I'm hungry.
"Fucking hell. Sorry." I mumble sarcastically.
I stand up on the cool tiles and make my way down the hall. Past the other rooms. Past the spare gym. Past the small kitchen and to the elevator.

"Where to, Miss Y/L/N?" FRIDAY speaks.
"Main kitchen please." I breathe. The elevator ticks its way down. Slowly.
It felt like forever until the marble doors opened. I felt sick.
I past the big mirror which hung in the half outside of the kitchen and was shocked. I was pasty and pale. Bags were clinging under my eyes. My normal tan skin was now creamy and clammy. My eyes lost their sparkle. They were almost black. Not the average blue-green colour. I shivered at the sight of myself. It was bad. I walked closer to the mirror. My hand was sliding across my cheek and up near my eyes. Something... something was off with them. My head was almost touching the glass when they went fully black. Then fully white. Then fully black again. Then just the normal dark blue. I yelped. Screamed, even. Maybe it was my sleep paralysis demon acting up on me. Funnn timessss. I slowly backed away from the mirror, my feet slapping the ground as I did so. I shook my head, it was probably nothing.
I grab orange juice out of the fridge and poured it into a glass. To compliment that I grabbed my left over burger. I took a bite of it. My body immediately rejected it. My vomit shmeared the sink. Gross.
Suddenly I wasn't in control of my body. Something was pulling me to the fridge. Raw minced meat sat there staring at me. As much as I was trying not to, my arm shot up and grabbed it, ripping the plastic and wrapping off it. I knew what was coming next. I tried so hard to keep my mouth shut. No use. Still my body rejected it. I shivered after I puked again. I was back in control. I'm so glad the others are at training!

"Now listen here, you little shit! Don't go around eating raw meat and don't go controlling me unless I say so. Got it?"
I don't even know who or what I'm talking to. I just had a feeling that it was inside me. That it understood me. That it could hear me. But I don't know if it will listen to me.
I go back up to my room. My pet crabs, named Bear and D.C. after my favourite book [the madoran chronicles. Go read them now!] , waddled around their large bowl as I walked past them.
Again, I left my body. Well, not really, I just wasn't in control of it.
"No no no no no. Bad Parasite!" I exclaim as I'm dragged to the bowl. I - unwillingly - pick up D.C. With my long, delicate fingers, and plop her in my mouth.
Crunch. Crunch.
I squirm and gag as I'm bought back in control.
"NOOOOO! D.C!!!" I whimper as I pull out a crab bone from my mouth.
Still. Hungry.
"So what do you eat? Live stuff?" I question as I go to the shower.
Yes.
"Then.. sushi can be my diet."
Our diet.
"Whatever."
I grab a towel and turn the shower on.
"Soooo... you a girl or a dude?"
No.
"Kay.... do you see everything I see?"
...Yes..
"Can you not see everything I see?"
Yes.
"Could you do that now until I say? Thanks."
The clammy, queasy feeling gets washed away as the water falls on my back and shoulders. It trickles down my spine and into the cracks of my body. It calms me. It heals me.

[i just realised I go from "iT hEaLs Me " to tiLEs tOUchInG YOUR fEEt" like wtfff don't mind me just jumping from "me" to "you"]

As the slippery, cold tiles touching your feet you grab a towel to wrap around your body.
"You can look now."
You say as you apply face creams, etc.
the heavy feeling replaces itself as the parasite riggles it's way back into your life.
"Is this feeling always going to be here when your inside of me..... that sounded wrong but you know what I mean."
Only when hungry. I am Hungry.
"Okay. Let's get sushi then?"
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WOW A SECOND BOOK WTFFF I feel so special that yous are reading my book like I really appreciate you. I am really happy.
Love yous x