Dating and living with Eddie Brock is weird, to say the least.

But also an extremely good thing.

When you and Eddie were about to hit the two year mark of your relationship, he had sat you down and explained to you that he had something inside of him that was, well, hard to explain.

You had just assumed it was some secret from his past that he had yet to tell you. But even at that thought, you weren't upset. But instead, you were understanding and gentle with Eddie.

Which was really helping him. Both of them. Them.

As he slowly began to explain that he had this, thing living inside his body, thriving alongside him, speaking to him in his head, protecting not only him but the others of the city, you grew more and more confused.

Until the head of the thing formed from behind his back and smiled at you while licking its lips.

And to the surprise of both Eddie and Venom, yeah, it had a name, you took it without an issue and didn't mind the idea of your boyfriend living with a symbiote. Not a parasite, never call it a parasite.

You made sure to adjust your living to fit both their needs.

You went on more grocery trips throughout the week, addressed the both of them when speaking, took both of their feelings and needs into consideration, and made sure there were no loud noises. Ever.

Just like today. You were trying to decide what to make for breakfast, all while playing a soft song on a low volume from your phone.

Eddie came slugging out of the bedroom, dressed in plaid pajama pants and a white long sleeve, and over to the kitchen where you were. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder.

A groan left him before he moved his head ever so slightly to now be facing your phone that sat on the counter. He carefully began swaying back and forth with you to the music.

"Quiet.." He mumbled softly.