#the scar on his face is bc he was sleepy and had his claws out and next thing you Know

[jxyridin-g]

@irxnworks he closed his eyes while in cc but just know that they’re Green

[submissivekillers]

Could you do rivals to lovers headcanons with Venom and/or Yautja, please?

ah yes my second favorite relationship trope (the first favorite is friends to lovers bc i am a Soft Bitch™)

tw: mild violence/gore in the yautja section

ok you COULD be another symbiote or just your average mutant but honestly i think it’s so much funnier if you’re a completely mundane human. you took the last chocolate bar from Mrs. Chen’s store one night and now an eight-foot-tall goo alien has major beef with you

Eddie is So Sorry. he tries to talk Venom down but it only works like half the time. you’ll just be going about your day and then an alien jumps through your window ready to fight. he is So So Sorry please let him make it up to you (…maybe he could buy you a drink?)

also sometimes you’re a shithead and provoke them, which does not help with the whole rivalry thing

Venom: YOU AWFUL LITTLE SHIT. I COULD LITERALLY BITE YOUR HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW

you, staring them in the eye as you slowly unwrap a chocolate bar: so get rid of me, pussy

but then the dynamic Shifts 

Venom still bursts in at the most inconvenient times possible, you two still swap insults, but even when you’re using the filthiest language imaginable it starts to sound more like endearments. you start buying extra chocolate bars for their visits. Eddie bounces story ideas off you and Venom over takeout Chinese. whenever you mention that someone’s giving you trouble, the next day that person makes sure to give you a very wide berth

it comes to a head when Eddie sleeps over at your apartment one night - which has happened a couple times, since your place is way nicer then his bachelor-pad shitbox, but it’s the first time you’ve woken up to find him in bed with you

you’re spooning, your chest against his back, one of his hands loosely holding yours even though he’s fully asleep (and snoring fit to wake the dead, fwiw.) Venom’s wrapped around both of you, black tendrils curling around your intertwined hands and along your legs 

when you try to move away, they both complain; Eddie making a soft, sleepy noise of complaint as his fingers tighten their grip, and Venom’s rumble of “Stay.” vibrating through your bones 

you stay. within a week, the bachelor pad is up for sale

you get caught up in a hunt - maybe you’re a warrior, taken for some Youngblood to earn their stripes through your death, or maybe you’re just unlucky enough to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught between the hunters and whatever creature they’ve taken it upon themselves to kill 

whatever the case, you prove strong, smart, and resourceful enough to survive the first few rounds of slaughter, though not without collecting a few bruises and new scars

there’s one Predator in particular who seems to have it out for you, and you for them - neither of you come out of the initial scuffles unmarred, you with a matched set of scars down your arm and them with a bullet in their side 

they start to follow you. you wake up to them lingering at your campsite, occasionally leaving food when you’ve had an unsuccessful day of hunting; when terrain gives out under your feet and threatens to send you crashing hundreds of feet below, they’re there to grab your wrist and toss you (literally) to safe ground you assume (correctly, at first) it’s because you’re their chosen prey; you don’t get to die unless by their hand

between the communication barrier, your (justified) suspicions, and the fact that the Yautja tends to have a very aggressive way of guiding you (i.e., stopping you from eating those poisonous berries by just. shooting the bush), it’s an uneasy partnership, but you can’t bring yourself to make the first move to break it. it seems like they can’t either 

another human tries to kill you. they almost succeed - you’re relaxing, your guard somewhat down now that you’re used to having a killing machine by your side 24/7, and fail to notice the laser sight fixed just above your ear. your Yautja is faster, and the spear ends up in their thigh instead of your skull, splattering blood across your face as they howl

you kill him together, your combat knife splitting his stomach and sending his guts spiraling to the ground as your Yautja hefts him by the throat, and after they fling the empty body away they fall too

you’re aware by that point that you trust them, even like them - but it’s not until you’re frantically bandaging their leg that you realize how much you don’t want them to die

as soon as they wake up and find you next to them, tears in your eyes and dried blood on your hands, the tension snaps; they pin you down and take you amidst the gore, mandibles sinking into your shoulder while you claw neon green trails down their back 

when the new hunting party arrives, you leave together