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Here’s a prompt: Reader is in established relationship with Venom.
Someone finds out and asks the question “Why the hell are you with a guy
like Venom? Did he eat your brain too?” Reader gets… defensive of the
boys.This turned sappy at the end! I didn’t mean it to. The characters had a mind of their own.
It had started out as a rather lovely date.
Venom had taken you webslinging around town, bringing you to his favorite high spots around the City. You’d seen the stars – something hard to view in the heart of a bright City like San Francisco – swung across the Golden Gate Bridge and seen the City spread out under you like a carpet of lights.
It had been a wonderful night, up until the asshole with some sort of sonic scream had blasted the two of you out of the air mid-swing.
Venom had grabbed onto you, curling himself around you as much as he could, symbiote tendrils encasing you protectively as he’d crashed to the street below. The impact had knocked the breath from your lungs, and stunned Venom enough that you’d had to shake him to get him to answer you.
That screeching nitwit had taken advantage of your boyfriend’s addled state to rush in and rip you out of his grasp, ignoring how you screamed and tried to beat at him as he literally dragged you down the street.
“It’s alright! You’re safe now.”