#and wade insists on curling up next to eddie!!! and its nice!!!!!

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eddie gathers up his own meager possessions that had ended up strewn across their place while he was staying over. venom is humming a happy tune, looped around eddie's neck like a scarf, and he listens in amusement as logan pulls guns out of wade's overnight bag and tells him he 'doesnt need that many'.

its oddly domestic, all in all, and eddie finds that he likes it. it makes him happy. he doesnt /need/ anyone other than V, but he finds he /enjoys/ spending time with these people. he wants more happy moments, and V's on the same page.

it's a little darker at eddie and venom's place than he'd like, since he never got around to replacing the lamp. it's been cleaned up, but the stand still sits there in the corner, bereft of bulb and shade. he ducks his head shyly, and venom hugs him beneath his shirt, but logan and wade dont seem to notice it or deduce why it's broken. thankfully.

"so this is what a journalist's salary gets you, huh?" logan comments, and eddie lets out a short laugh.

"struggling journalist no one will hire, yeah. now that im persona non grata, i take odd jobs, write whatever bit pieces people will throw my way. far cry from having my own show." he sighs wistfully. it was a full time job, but it had been one he was passionate about.

"oh yeah, the eddie brock report, right?" wade cuts in. "i used to get clips recommended on youtube. guess going after our universe's elon musk didnt exactly bear fruit."

eddie doesnt recognize the name musk, but he winces all the same as he recalls his downfall. "...yeah. no, my boss wasnt a big fan of that line of inquisition during what was supposed to be a puff piece."

"sticking by your guns is admirable. refusing to twist the truth in front of a trusting audience. but its also a good way to invite the world to bite you in the ass." logan says gruffly. there's a sort of commisserating tone to it, and eddie gives him a nod.

"alright, enough about my depressing past. i need a beer." /eddie/ venom warns, and eddie waves him away. "i can have one beer, dont go all mother hen on me." he glances at the two askance. "he hates when i drink too much. doesnt understand why i 'want to kill all my important brain cells'. as if he cant heal them right up if he wants to."

"i will not heal them on principal," venom says with a pout, hovering behind eddie's shoulder and eyeing the beer warily. "if you want them dead, then i will not fix you. unless you buy me some very nice chocolates, and say you are sorry."

eddie snorts and hip checks the fridge shut, holding out a bottle each for his guests and keeping one for himself. "yet you'll remove the mercury for me when i eat fish."

"that," venom says, "is different."

you know what we need? a fic where bruce banner tries to forcibly separate eddie and venom. after all, venom is attacking people, and he knows what it's like to be taken over by a beast that you cant control! and he cant be separated from the hulk, but he can save this human taken hostage by a space alien. clearly, he is helping.

only for eddie to wake up on a gurney after a soundwave attack and be forced to go on a super spy mission to retrieve his love, and shut down banner's sonic weapons