WE Are (Veddie)

‘Chocolate.’ “Jesus...” Eddie mutters, startles awake, like most mornings these days, because a certain alien – that snugly (annoyingly) inhabits her mind and body – can never last without attention for too long. ‘Thinks the failed journalist who keeps going back for more failure.’ Eddie scoffs back at it... rude parasite. ‘PARASITE?!’ “Term of endearment, remember?” Eddie mumbles, still half asleep. ‘Then, why do you only call me that to annoy me? I know what “endearment” means, remember?’ “Good point.” Eddie mumbles, smirks into her pillow. Though, suddenly, the blankets are torn from her and she hears a loud slap, followed by the sensation of her rear stinging painfully. “What the f**k?!” She jerks, her eyes wide with shock as she rolls onto her back. “Did you seriously just fuckin’ spank me?!” Did she seriously just like it? – just a tiny little bit? ‘I heard that...’ Honestly, Venom isn’t surprised. He’s seen all of the dirty videos she likes to watch. Eddie glares up at her (broken) ceiling fan, ignores the smug tone. “Shut up.” She snips, knows it’s a pathetic comeback. ‘Most of your comebacks are pathetic, Edith.’ “OK, y’know what? No chocolate for 24 hours! Or tater tots!” Eddie snaps. She reaches for the blankets and yanks them back over her. She rolls onto her side and shuts her eyes with an annoyed huff. She manages to get maybe half a minute of silence, then, rolls her eyes while they’re still shut as she feels the familiar tingling sensation as the symbiote’s inky tendrils seep out of her left shoulder. She doesn’t bother opening her eyes, but she can feel the alien looming over her, no doubt, only bothering to sprout his usual serpent-like form. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” Venom frowns when he gets no answer, slowly drifts closer. “Eddie –“ “I’m ignorin’ you now, V. We agreed that Sundays are my lazy days.” Eddie cracks one eye open, only narrows it back at those milky-white... eyes, apparently. Those eyes narrow slightly back at her, and she has to bite back a smirk, has to remember that Venom can hear her every goddamn thought... which is really unfair when she thinks about it. Venom scoffs, head drifting back with clear outrage on his face. “How is that unfair?! WE are Venom!” Eddie scoffs back, closes her eye again. She tries to bite back her retort, but can’t help mumbling it out anyway. “Says the alien who can read my mind whenever it wants whether I like it or not, and hardly ever shares its own thoughts – as f****d up as they probably all are – with its gracious host.” Her eyes stay closed, though, she still arches a brow, still sends said alien a pointed look. “Stop calling me ‘it’. I know you only do that to annoy me, too.” Eddie’s eyes slowly peak open. She shoots him a look somewhere between annoyed and genuinely confused as she wonders aloud, “Why do you make a more, uh... muscular form when you take me over?” Venom expertly suppresses a pleasant shiver when she says the words, “you take me over.” He’s gotten really got at hiding them, though, still not so good at ignoring the pleasant feeling altogether, however. “What are you talking about?” He asks, is confused. Eddie fully opens her eyes, but otherwise doesn’t move from her spot. “I’m talkin’ about how when you were with Annie you had t**s, V.” She huffs when he only blinks, looks more confused (God, how has she grown so accustomed to his face that she even knows what expressions that terrifying face pulls?) Venom narrows his eyes, his floating head hovering over her as she narrows her eyes back up at him. “Terrifying and loveable.” Eddie almost slips up, almost lets herself smile, almost. “Don’t try to change the subject.” He’s annoyingly good at that. “Thank you.” Venom grins, looks all too proud of himself. He’s also happy she’s gone back to calling him “him,” and not “it,” but she doesn’t need to know that... he knows she would only tease him mercilessly for it. (Another thing he hates; being taunted! Especially by Eddie!) Eddie glares at him again. “Why did Annie look like every male nerd’s ultimate s****l fantasy those two little times you two were together, while I always just look like a everybody’s worst nightmare on steroids?” She asks, arches a brow and waits for his answer (not like she can read his damn mind, after all... after all they’ve been through...) Even while she’s still annoyed with him, she still feels guilty enough to hope he didn’t hear that last part. If he does, he doesn’t show it, doesn’t respond to it at all, and she’s stuck somewhere between the guilt and the anxiety (over hurting his surprisingly sensitive feelings.) She knows he must not have heard that, knows that if he did, she would certainly be hearing all about it. Venom hears every thought. He’s always listening. Well, most of the time. At first it was the bond between the taking time to adjust. Then, it was him only doing it to annoy her. Now, though, he really does try not to. Only at her pleading requests, of course. He doesn’t want to drive her insane, after all. But he’s not bothered with that last thought. Not when he can feel the tiny prickles of resentment being sent his way. He wants to tell the truth, but he can’t help grinning cheesily as he, instead, says, “You like the way we look.” Eddie scoffs, glares at him as she pulls the blankets up over her quickly heating cheeks. “I may not be able to read your mind, too, but I know you well enough now, and I know when that toothy mug of yours is spewin’ out bullshit.” She smirks when his eyes narrow into a clear glare. “I mean, my God, V, you never shut up.” “For better protection.” Venom finally says. She doesn’t need to know the truth. He knows that she would only laugh at him. Eddie scoffs again, mumbles, “Fine. Whatever. Don’t tell me.” Better protection, her ass! He’s practically indestructible, no matter what! They both know it! Venom is thankful she decides to leave the matter alone, is also thankful he doesn’t have a heart for her to hear racing wildly (like he knows it would be right now if he had.) There’s a loud knock at the front door, causing Eddie to groan loudly and pull the blankets up over her head. “If it’s that weird new guy from down the hall, tell him... well, just answer the door for me. That should do it.” “Or I could eat just him instead?” “That would mean that we don’t have to go out tonight to feed you...” Eddie’s eyes widen in horror. “What am I sayin’? What’ve turned me into?” She looks appalled with herself as she pulls the blankets back down. “No!” She glares at him. Venom huffs. “Fine! But you’re still taking me out tonight.” “Yeah, sure, I’ll take you for your walkies.” Eddie smirks just as there’s another, firmer knock at the front door. And just as Venom glares at her and hisses out, “I am not a pet!” “Got it. Not a pet. Now, answer the damn door.” “Eddie! I know you’re in there, you lazy b***h! It’s Sunday!” Eddie finally sits up in her bed, glares up at Venom without even looking at the door. “What did you do?” “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always blame me for s**t?” “‘Cause you always do shit.” Eddie says seriously as she slips out of the comfort of her warm bed. “Venom! Open the f*****g door! Now!” “Jesus.” Eddie mutters. “I’m comin’, Annie, one sec’!" Venom lets Eddie to slip on her favourite fluffy red robe as he floats over to the front door. He extends another inky talon, wraps it around the door knob. He opens the door to find Anne looking deeply flustered, and equally pissed off. “Good morning, Annie!” Anne shoots the symbiote a tight smile, can’t help feeling endeared over his cheerful rumbling voice. “Good morning, Venom?” She glares at him. “I bet you have!” She snips, brushes passed him and lets him shut the door behind her. She marches over to Eddie, whose eyes are wide in both fear and confusion. “I bet both of you had a real good morning!” “Whoa!” Eddie holds up both hands in surrender, even though she doesn’t know – “What the f**k?” Anne shoots her a suspicious look, searches her face, and seems to find whatever she’s looking for when she huffs out in defeat. She glances at Venom, then, back to Eddie as she calmly tells them both- “Trevor is dead.” “Trevor?” Eddie is confused for all of a split second. “Your ex-boyfriend Trevor?” Anne shoots her a withering look. “How many Trevors do we even know, Eddie?” She asks impatiently. “It’s 7 a.m. on a Sunday mornin’, Annie, I am still half a-goddamn-sleep.” She snips back, glares pointedly over at Venom, who is oddly quiet as he settles back to floating beside her (like he usually does.) “Well, he’s dead.” Anne repeats, sighs as she says, “Can’t say I’m all that sad about it.” She shoots them both another glare. “I think you know why I’m even telling you.” “Uhh...” Eddie can’t think of a single f*****g reason. “No...?” Anne scoffs. Eddie finally gets the picture (it’s stupid a.m. on a Sunday f*****g morning!) “Well, I didn’t kill him!” She knows her squeaky voice doesn’t help her case, but she really didn’t kill him... unless... Venom blinks as both women turn to glare at him. “It wasn’t me...”