It’s interesting, being Eddie Brock’s partner, to say the least. Not only is he.. Eddie, but he also has an alien living in him. Symbiote. Whatever. Anything but a parasite. Venom doesn’t like when people call him that, not even you.

Hearing your boyfriend argue with Venom when you can rarely hear the symbiote yourself is odd, but you’ve gotten used to it over time. It’s endearing, sometimes. Unless they wake you up by yelling at each other, then you kind of want to ‘accidentally’ play a high frequency sound just to get them to shut up. But you never do. You couldn’t hurt Venom like that.

So far, it’s a peaceful morning, this time. You got out of bed before Eddie, and are making breakfast. You know Venom will cook if you don’t, and he nearly burnt the apartment down last time.

Soon enough, a tired Eddie emerges from the bedroom, only in his boxers. He rubs one of his big hands over his face. “Morning, baby. Whatcha cookin’?” His voice is deep and rough, more so than usual. His morning voice is heavenly.