As above down below. Carnage x Male!reader

Eddie?

(Hi you guys! Again reminder here, this takes place in the older cartton comic versions of spiderman with that in mind, lets goooo!)

Oh god.

It just had to be him.

The one person that you used to have- ew- feelings for.

And of course it just had to be the stubborn-headed, slightly narcissistic, most Un-loyal, rude jerkwad ever.

Fricken Eddie brock.

You were also a bit surprised honestly, considering you hadn't seen him in a few month's after he'd been fired.

It was no surprise really, that he was let go after all of the stunts he pulled.

But your stupid brain couldn't help but find his muscular body and blue eyes and blondish hair attractive.

Even his annoyingly Cocky smirk was sexy.

"Okay. Bye."

You mumbled trying not to look disappointed.

Eddie turned around to face you.

"Wait...Y/n L/n? That you?"

You mentally groaned, longing to be in your warm bed reading Fanfictions and Yaoi, instead of out here in the rain trying to make awkward small talk with a man you found incredibly attractive but hopelessly vain.

Because hey, if you were reading fanfic's or yaoi atleast you were watching someone get some action...

"Erm....yeah...I was just heading home-"

"It's been awhile! Jameson still an ass? Parker still kissin' it?"

You sighed internally, gritting your teeth and turning around to speak.

He'd never paid you any mind before! Brushing you off as an 'Amateur' journalist and always treating you like you were beneath him like he was to good to speak to you or pay you any mind at all! So why an the hell did he seem so adamant to talk to you now?!

The one night you just wanted to go home, be lonely and eat yourself into a coma?

Hell you preferred being alone to dealing with your friends being drunk out of their minds....you knew it sounded a bit harsh but hey, atleast your fanfics and their authors were loyal to you T-T.

"P-Peter doesn't really kiss ass much....and I'm sure if he has I didn't really notice. That and when has Jameson ever stopped being an ass?"

You muttered, running your fingers through your now rain dampened hair.

Brock scoffed.

"Parker? Not sucking up? Something I'd like to see. If he never had then I wouldn't have lost my job!"

You groaned out loud, looking down the street longing to just turn around and walk away from this conversation.

Eddie didn't really seem to take notice of your annoyance merely brushing it off before he continued speaking.

"But seriously....how have you been?"

"Alright...Just tired."

Eddie nodded.

"I know we've never really known eachother that well but hey I was wondering if...you know you'd want to stop by for coffee sometime? Here. Take my number."

"Ah! Uh....erm okay?"

You couldn't help but mutter in suprise when he casually shoved a piece of paper with his phone number on it into your hand.

Your breath hitched when he suddenly leaned in dangerously close before huskily whispering into your ear.

"Call me."

And just like that he was gone.

'What the actual fuck?'