Poison - TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Requested? Yes, by the lovely @quail1215 <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader, Uncle!Eddie Brock x Niece!Reader
Summary: When a voice appears in Y/n’s head, she decides to ignore it. But that doesn’t help, especially when the voice can somehow control her body.
Warnings: literally a crack fic. also some swearing
Words: 1.9K
Life was going swimmingly for you. The boy you’d had a crush on since freshman year ended up as your partner in chemistry, and you two really hit it off. You’d finally reconnected with your favourite uncle from your youth, and you’d passed your maths test with flying colours.
Your life had been going perfectly – until about a week ago when you woke up in the middle of the night in an alley, with no recollection of getting there. Luckily for you the alley was close to your apartment, but you were still extremely shaken.
And that’s when the voice started. A deep, and guttural voice, telling you to do things. You ignored the voice as best you could, but it could be difficult sometimes.
“Hey, Y/n!”
You turned around with a big smile on your face as Peter Parker, your chemistry partner (and crush) jogged over to you, passing students in the hall.
“Hi, Peter,” you said back, beaming at him.
“Um, you know, I was uh, I was wondering if…” The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously and cleared his throat before continuing. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to get coffee with me sometime? Like… like a date?”
Your heart felt like it was going to burst, and butterflies began flying around in your stomach, crashing into each other in excitement. But before you could answer, the deep voice in your mind began yelling.
“BITE HIS HEAD OFF!” the voice yelled.
“What?” you said aloud. “Absolutely not!”
Peter’s face crumpled, and your eyes widened.
“I mean, yes, yes, I’d love that,” you said quickly to Peter.
“I - are you sure?” Peter asked confusedly. “Because your first answer sounded pretty firm.”
“No, no, I - I wasn’t talking to you,” you said, and then mentally face-palmed. You probably sounded insane. “I - I’m sorry, it’s - it’s been a really long day…”
“No, yeah, I get it,” Peter said quickly. “So… coffee tomorrow?”
You smiled brightly.
“I’d love that,” you said.
“NO! NO!” the voice inside your head screamed. “EAT HIM! EAT THE SPIDER!”
You paid the voice no heed, and walked to your next class with Peter, your heart beating quicker than it should be.
A week later you were at Peter’s house, watching a movie on his laptop with him. He had his arm around you and your head was on his shoulder. You could barely concentrate on the movie; instead, your mind could only think about where Peter’s body touched yours.
Peter laughed at something the main character said and you felt the sound reverberate through him.
“You’re not enjoying it, are you?”
You looked up at Peter to see a slightly worried expression on his face. You shook your head quickly.
“No, no, it’s great,” you said. “I’m just… just thinking.”
Peter shifted so that he was facing you, and you felt your heart speed up.
“About what?” he asked.
“You,” you answered truthfully.
A grin grew on Peter’s face, and he leaned in. Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved closer to you, but apparently the voice had different plans.
“NO! DO NOT LET THE SPIDER NEAR OUR FACE!”
Before you knew what was happening, your hand moved of its own accord and smacked Peter across the face. Peter opened his eyes in shock and placed his hand against his cheek, his eyes showing confusion and hurt. Your mouth was wide and your eyes were wider as you realised what had happened.
“I - I am so sorry, I -”
“LEAVE! LEAVE!” the voice screeched.
And for once, you listened to it. You jumped off of Peter’s bed with apologies falling from your mouth as you hurried down stairs and out of his house. You ran down the street, tears filling your eyes.
“What the hell was that?” you shrieked at the voice.
“IT WAS COMING CLOSE TO US!” the voice yelled back.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you screeched. “Not you, sorry,” you added to a passer-by who’s eyes were wide in shock.
“THE SPIDER IS DANGEROUS!” the voice yelled.
You let out a choked sob and sat down on the curb, placing your head in your hands.
“What am I going to do?” you whispered to yourself.
And then an idea popped into your head. Your Uncle Eddie would understand, surely. You remembered hearing voices when you went to his apartment once, but he was the only one there. Maybe it was a genetic thing. Or maybe it wasn’t, and maybe you’d end up in a mental asylum.
You walked all the way to your Uncle Eddie’s house, and by the time you got there, it was eleven at night. You knocked rapidly on the door until your Uncle Eddie appeared, looking like he just woke up.
“Uncle Eddie,” you cried, wrapping your arms around him and crying into his shoulder.
“Y-Y/n? What are you doing here?” Eddie asked.
“There’s something wrong with me,” you sobbed into his shirt.
Eddie pulled you into his apartment and closed the door before removing himself from your grasp and surveying you carefully.
“What do you think is wrong?” your uncle asked gently.
“There’s - there’s this voice in my head,” you said, tears dripping down your cheeks. “It - it’s not mine, and it only appeared a couple of weeks ago. And - and tonight it slapped my almost-boyfriend in the face!”
“A - a voice slapped your - your, er… ‘almost-boyfriend’?” Eddie asked, slight confusion lacing his voice.
“No, the voice made me do it,” you said. You laughed bitterly and put your face in your hands. “Now I sound crazy.”
You began to cry again and Eddie shook his head.
“No, you’re not crazy,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know what this is. Probably Venom’s cousin or some shit.”
“Who - who’s Venom?” you hiccupped.
“This stupid parasite living in my body,” he said. “Looks to me like you have a stupid parasite, too.”
For the second time this night, your hand moved of its own accord, and smacked him in the face.
“Why are you doing this?” you shrieked at the voice in your head.
Eddie looked slightly confused, before his own hand shot towards your face. It stopped a split-second before impact, and Eddie pulled his hand away.
“You are not slapping my niece!” he yelled.
You watched in fear as a black goo seeped out of your uncle’s body. It gained two, milky-white eyes and glared at Eddie.
“She slapped you first!” the deep, guttural voice said, so similar to the one in your head.
And you watched in horror as the same goo exited your body, creating a face with milky-white eyes.
“He called me a parasite!” your goo yelled at Eddie’s goo.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Eddie yelled, causing both the goos and you to look at him. “Y/n, this is Venom. He’s my symbiote. And that there must be yours.”
You looked at the goo coming out of your body. The milky-white eyes were already looking at you, and it smiled, showing rows of long, sharp teeth. You whimpered slightly, and the symbiote only smiled wider.
“How do I get rid of it?” you whispered.
“GET RID OF IT?” the symbiote shrieked.
It grew a hand and smacked you across the face. Your hand instinctively cradled your cheek and you glared at the symbiote.
“My name is Poison,” the symbiote growled, “and you will not be getting rid of me.”
A knock caused all four heads to swivel towards the door. There were two more knocks, and the symbiotes disappeared into their hosts. You looked at your uncle and he shrugged before opening the door, revealing Peter.
“Y/n!” Peter exclaimed, rushing past a confused Eddie and over to you. “Are you alright?”
“Peter? What are you doing here?” you questioned, confused.
Before Peter could respond, the two symbiotes exited you and your uncle’s bodies, and shot at Peter. The boy raised his arms to defend himself against the two aliens.
“Don’t hurt him!” you shrieked.
Both symbiotes paused and looked at you, and Peter’s jaw dropped. You walked closer to Poison, it’s face merely inches from Peter’s, and glared at it.
“If you want to hurt him, you can inhabit someone else’s body so that I can punch you in the face,” you threatened.
Poison looked at you for a moment before hissing at Peter and retreating back into your body. You avoided looking at Peter and instead stared at the floor.
“When were you going to tell me that your almost-boyfriend is Spiderman?”
Both Peter and your heads snapped to your uncle. Both of your faces held confusion, and after a moment, guilt washed over his face.
“She didn’t know?” he asked.
Your head whipped to Peter, and he was staring at your uncle with slight anger in his eyes.
“You - you’re Spiderman?” you whispered.
Peter looked back at you and nodded slowly. Suddenly it all made sense. The unexplained bruises and cuts, the tiredness… all of it made sense.
“I’m Spiderman,” he confirmed. “And your uncle is an enemy of mine, apparently. He caused a lot of havoc a few months ago, and then disappeared off the map.”
“That wasn’t me,” Eddie said. “That was Venom. And I’ve had a stern talking to him.”
“Your words were weak,” Venom said.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie countered. “I remember you almost crying, you baby.”
“What did you just say to me?” Venom growled.
“Anyways,” Eddie said, “I’m not a bad guy. And neither is Y/n. There are just some weird aliens who are using our bodies as hosts so that they don’t die.”
Peter looked at your uncle incredulously, and then back to you. You shrugged and wrung your fingers, nervous before him. It took Peter a while, but eventually he sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.
“I suppose I can live with that,” he muttered. “But please, no more wreaking havoc, both of you.”
“No promises,” Poison said to you.
“Poison agrees,” you said.
“LIES!” the symbiote shrieked, but you were the only one who could hear.
“Well, you’d better let your mom know where you are,” Eddie said to you. “You can crash here if you want, or I can drive you home.”
“I can swing her,” Peter offered.
“Don’t know which is safer, riding on the back of a motorbike, or swinging through the city with Spiderman,” you muttered.
“Swinging is much faster,” Peter said. “And definitely safer.”
“Just take her,” Eddie muttered, waving his hand.
Peter grinned at you, and after waving goodbye to your uncle, the two of you left the apartment.
“Well, that was not what I expected was going to happen when I followed you here,” Peter chuckled.
You groaned and buried your face in your hands.
“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I - I really liked going out for coffee with you, and I was really enjoying hanging out and watching the movie. I - I didn’t intend to run away and have you chase me through the city–”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Peter said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I’ve caught you now.”
His hands came to rest on your hips and you felt your stomach do a weird flip as he pulled you closer. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, and you looked into his eyes.
“Strangle him?” the voice in your head suggested.
Kiss him, you thought as his mouth neared yours slowly.
When Poison didn’t react, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his softly. Peter kissed you eagerly, his lips moving over yours, causing your mouth to form a smile.
Peter pulled back and grinned at you.
“Glad you didn’t hit me this time,” he said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest lightly, a smile playing at your lips.
“Consider yourself lucky,” you said.
He leaned his forehead against yours, and his grin shifted into a soft smile.
“I am lucky. I have you.”
