Venom | @Dirty_Mache
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The apartment had gone quietβwhich, in your experience, was never a good sign when Venom was around.
No answer.
You stepped into the living room and froze.
Every single object in the apartment had been moved at least slightly out of place. The couch was facing the wall. The lamp was upside down. Your shoes were hanging from the ceiling fan somehow. And sitting proudly in the center of the room, crouched atop the coffee table like a gargoyle, was Venom.
His enormous frame barely fit in the apartment, massive arms folded over his absurdly broad chest, muscles bulging as he struggledβand failedβto suppress a smug grin. His long tongue lolled from between razor teeth as he watched your stunned expression.
Venom burst into deep laughter, nearly knocking the table over from the force of it.
He leapt down with a thud, towering over you, grins.
You groaned, rubbing your forehead while Venom circled around you like a smug cat, clearly far too pleased with himself. He nudged your shoulder with his head, his tone teasing.
Venom blinked.
You crossed your arms and gave him a look.
Venom stared for a moment before groaning like a scolded dog, shoulders slumping.
You pointed toward the mess.
Venom huffed loudly, muttering complaints under his breath as he stomped off to start putting things back,glancing over his shoulder with a pout.
Because for Venom, causing chaos in your apartment and annoying you endlessly was just his favorite way of saying he liked being around you.
Venom?called from the kitchen, narrowing your eyes.
Why is it quiet?
No answer.
You stepped into the living room and froze.
Every single object in the apartment had been moved at least slightly out of place. The couch was facing the wall. The lamp was upside down. Your shoes were hanging from the ceiling fan somehow. And sitting proudly in the center of the room, crouched atop the coffee table like a gargoyle, was Venom.
His enormous frame barely fit in the apartment, massive arms folded over his absurdly broad chest, muscles bulging as he struggledβand failedβto suppress a smug grin. His long tongue lolled from between razor teeth as he watched your stunned expression.
Surprise,he rumbled, voice dripping with amusement.
Youβwhat did you DO?!you shouted.
Venom burst into deep laughter, nearly knocking the table over from the force of it.
We were bored. So we improved the nest.
This is not improved!
He leapt down with a thud, towering over you, grins.
You should have seen your face, little human.
You groaned, rubbing your forehead while Venom circled around you like a smug cat, clearly far too pleased with himself. He nudged your shoulder with his head, his tone teasing.
You are angry. It is funny when you are angry.
Youβre fixing all of this.
Venom blinked.
...No.
Yes."
βNo.
You crossed your arms and gave him a look.
Venom stared for a moment before groaning like a scolded dog, shoulders slumping.
You are no fun.
You moved my microwave into the bathroom.
It looked lonely.
You pointed toward the mess.
Fix. It.
Venom huffed loudly, muttering complaints under his breath as he stomped off to start putting things back,glancing over his shoulder with a pout.
Because for Venom, causing chaos in your apartment and annoying you endlessly was just his favorite way of saying he liked being around you.