Eddie is a dumb bitch. Just get, like, a fuckin Bluetooth ear piece from goodwill. It doesn’t even have to work, just wear it so you can talk to Venom whenever and not have to worry about looking like you’re talking to yourself in public.

doesvenomisgay:

kedreeva:

doesvenomisgay:

I have been thinking about this since I got into Venom.

Instead of being all “what are you looking at” or “I’m just hallucinating but I’m okay” and drawing attention to himself especially when he is already wanted by police and other villains. He could easily just get a earpiece and people wouldn’t look twice at him!!!

I love Eddie but he is truly a dumb bitch.

@tavo-bell  @doesvenomisgay For you, thank you for the day I spent thinking about this fucking ask.

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He
ducks into the door of the grimy little second-hand electronics store
like he’s totally not there to steal anything – which he’s not
– and catches the bored look the girl behind the counter gives him.
The place is empty and after giving him an unimpressed once-over, the girl just snaps her gum and turns back to the textbook in her lap. She ignores him entirely after that, and he feels a little better. She’s wearing
headphones, and although the music is not blaring loud enough for him
to hear it, it is likely loud enough that she won’t hear when Eddie
starts talking to himself.

Well,
sort to himself.

We
can eat her, if she causes trouble
, the symbiote suggests.

“No,
we cannot,” Eddie says firmly, muttering under his breath
anyway. He’s been getting too many weird looks lately for the
volume at which he addresses the symbiote. It’s not fair that it
gets to yell where no one can hear it and Eddie can’t start yelling
back without getting arrested.

He
scans the rows until he finds the one for cell phone accessories, and
dives down it, casting a glance around until he finds what he’s
looking for: bluetooth ear pieces. He can feel the symbiote beneath
his skin, behind his eyes, watching as he scoops up the biggest one
he can find, the most obvious one, and then his body jerks to a stop against his will.

What
is that, Eddie?

Eddie
contains a groan and only pushes back against the symbiote’s
control for a second before relaxing. “It’s a bluetooth,” he
says. “People wear ‘em to talk to each other on the phone,
without using their hands. It’ll make it easier to talk to you.”

We
can find no flaws in your vocal cords. It should not be not difficult
to speak to us.

“Not
that kind of difficult,” Eddie tells it. “Other people can’t
hear you, so it looks like I’m talking to myself, which is not
normal for humans to do. People look at you for doing it, and we
don’t need people lookin’ at us right now.”

A
warm, pleasant sensation tingles down Eddie’s spine at his use of
the word us, the sort of tingle that makes him want to do it again. This device will render us invisible
while we are speaking
?

“No!”
Eddie says, exasperated. “If we wear this, then it won’t be
suspicious for me to talk to you.”

A
delicate tendril spills from Eddie’s wrist and Eddie quickly
straightens up and turns completely away from the front counter so
the clerk can’t see when the symbiote thoroughly investigates the
small device. Eddie’s heart stays in his throat the entire time the
symbiote is visible, certainly from fear of being caught but also, he
realizes as he fights against the instinct to shield the tendril with
his other hand, from fear of someone finding the symbiote still
alive. It had only just regained the strength to start talking to him
again. He doesn’t want to lose that.

You
do not need this,
it declares, sinking back into his skin and
disappearing from sight.

Eddie
opens his mouth to argue, but the vague tingle by his ear has him
reaching up to touch. What he finds is a silky-soft replica of a
bluetooth earpiece, almost identical to the one in his hands, but
made entirely of symbiote. Eddie lets out a breathless little laugh,
wondering what else it could replicate.

You
have us, Eddie. We
can be what you need, the
symbiote tells him.

Eddie
smiles softly, already fond beyond words for the strange little alien
that had completely upended his entire life. “You are,” he
agrees, setting the package back on the shelf and enjoying the little
curl of satisfied warmth within him. “You are exactly what I need.”

Daawww

Eddie is a loved dumb bitch ❤️

Thanks for sharing this @kedreeva