My weakness (Dabi x Reader)

I'm Home

Bold text is Venom talking

Its you house but a little more dirty

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"(Y/n) do you even know were your going?" 

Venom asks me in my head as we swing from building to building. 

"Yes you parasite I know were I'm going." I say in an annoyed voice, rolling my eyes. 

"Don't call me PARASITE!!!" He yells, getting angry at me. 

I just ignore him as I make my way back to the ally way I call home. As I'm swinging, I see lots of Pro heroes running towards the hill of the now destroyed lab.

"(Y/n) I'm hungry!" Venom tells me, feeling hunger grow inside me.

We are one now so what he feels I feel and its starting to piss me off.

"Okay lets make a little detour."

 Changing my course to land softly on the pavement in front of the convince store, I have come by so many times before.

"Okay 'Alien Costume' you got to go back because I don't what to give the old lady a heart attack." 

"Tch, fine" 

After that said the black skin tight suit started to go back into my skin, making me look like a normal human again.

Also learned my new out fit Venom stole as we were on our way home and was so kind to dress me. Walking into the little shop a golden bell rings that was attached to the door making my presents known. Looking inside everything is still the same, nothing has changed. It was a small shop only four rows of stuff but it felt like home. On the my left hand side, there were two rows of little snacks and munchies and on my right, a slightly elevated long desk with little 'last minute' things.

An long, old, dark grey and black rug stretched all the way to the back of the store, were all the energy drinks keep cool. In the back of the store in front of the fridges are two more rows of food and things, one on the left and one on the right behind the desk, there was only three other people inside.

The old woman at the desk directed her attention to the new costumer who had entered. The old woman was in her seventy's, hair all white and put into a low bun and covered by a beige bucket hat with a little yellow flower in the center. A light yellow long sleeved turtle neck and light denim jeans clothed her body. Wrinkles framed her face nicely, each one telling a story of its own. Her pale green eyes glossed over due to the long night and insomnia, lit up with surprise and joy, happy to see a familiar face.

I first met the lovely lady a couple of weeks after escaping the orphanage, on the verge of starvation I was going to steal food from her store. But not being the fragile old woman I thought she was, taught me a lesson that day and would help me occasionally if we had no food.

She really did save our asses all the time.

"(Y/n)! Sweat heart its been so long since the last time you doped by, what on earth are you doing here at this time." 

She said a little too loudly gaining the attention of the costumers in the store.

"Ha sorry about that I had some........stuff to do" 

Looking at me with a slight skeptical look but letting it slide not prying, knowing I had to do things dirty to survive. 

"Okay Sweets if you say so, wanting the usual?" She asked knowing the answer.