venom x male reader

wonder²

Y/n thinks about what has happened to him yesterday. He's concerned about the weird guy named 'Eddie' is up to. He's a little paranoid that a black figure or 'parasite' is in that eddie guy. But, y/n's relived that he's safe and somehow alive.
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Eddie POV
What was that for  v? I thought. I was hungry and that guy had chocolate. I couldn't hold myself back.. Wel- just  dont do that again. You're lucky that dude didn't find us suspicious. Ok, Eddie. I won't do it again. Now, finish your  tater tots and chocolate. That's something a pregnant woman would crave and plus, that shit looks poisonous. Its good, you want some?  Hell no. Sorry, its not my fault it looks bad.
Whatever. I'll be in my room writing stuff in my journal. If you want anything , knock. I need privacy for a while. Ok, Edd. Our conversation has ended and I walked to my room. I grabbed my journal and started writing what happened yesterday and today.
Sunday/ april 14 2019/ 4:02 pm
Shit's hit the fan yesterday. I dont know why but it's fucking stupid so, I'm writing it down along with my other shit from days. So, what basically happened was that v and I were in a alleyway next to a grocery store. A dude. Some random dude. Walks by and venom says he smells chocolate. I am surprised and disappointed at the same time. How can you smell chocolate if its wrapped in plastic or foil? No sense. Im surprised he can do that shit as a parasite. So, thw next thing venom did was stalk the random dude in my body and what the dude did was turn around and sounded pissed off. I had to make up a excuse, and the dude was okay with it. And walked to his apartment..

             Time finished/ 4:09pm
I closed my journal and did what I normally do. Besides breathing air. Nothing.  Im now bored and over it. The shit that happened yesterday. SHUT THE FUCK SAYING YESTERDAY. THE DAY'S PASSED. I thought yelling at myself. I take shit serious.  Why don't I write about today? I walked to my journal and this time I put on roar- I cant handle change.
Monday/April 15 2019/4:14pm
Yesterday is yesterday. Today's today. Everything's calm. Venom has his own interests. Like eating tater tots and chocolate. Fucking disgusting.

Time finished/4:18pm
I closed my journal and laid on my bed. Thinking about what to do today. Should I apologize to that guy? Should I be that guy's friend?
What is venom up to? What is he doing? Is he alright? is he still alive? Is he breathing? Does he even breath? why do I breath? Why do we need to? What for? What's the use? Why is earth a thing? What is earth? Chocolate and tater tots sound good right now . "Eddie_, shut the fuck up." I said to myself. Drama isnt my thing. I mean, I am dramatic but I don't like starting drama. You get what I'm saying? Of course you don't. I stood up and walked out of my room going for a cup of coffee. At least, venom was asleep on the bar stand. He threw up the nasty combination." Hey, you still alive?"_ I said joking but worried."yeah, im alive.. You were right_, it is poisonous.." "You need medicine?" "no thanks, I can deal with it.. But thanks for checking on me bud.""no problem." Venom had a smile on his face. How cute. No, stop that Edd. Dont fall for a parasite. I grabbed the plate of piled up vomit and dumped it in the trash. Cleaning the plate that I'll never use from now on. After that, I washed my hands and made myself coffee. the  kind you fill a cup of water and put in the microwave. Then put the coffee powder and sugar in.
I waited for the microwave to stop and make my coffee. It was a relaxing and calm afternoon. "Hey v, wanna apologize to that guy?""Which? The guy from the grocery store?" "Yeah""later.. im sleepy at the moment.""alright, im not stopping ya." I left him alone and grabbed my coffee and walked to my room. They say if a dog sleeps on your lap, it means it trusts you. If a dog sleeps next to you, it trusts you. So, does that mean venom trusts me?  Could be it. I entered my room and sat at my desk. Where I wrote my shit. I wonder