Imagine painting Eddie’s nails and getting Venom’s approval.
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Eddie had thought to express annoyance when you first proposed the idea of painting his nails, but the moment you sat down on the bed beside him and taken his hands on yours he thought better of it and found contentment in watching you focus on your little project. He could see that you were biting down on the tip of your tongue, steadying your hand as you painted on a few fine details, the fumes of the polish making you crinkle your nose in the cutest way.
Is that suppose to be me?
“Hmm?” Venom’s question made Eddie look down at what you were doing, straining his eyes to see without pulling his hands back. Every nail was coated black, but the white eyes and long red tongue were indistinguishable from the real thing. “Not exactly subtle, is it?”
You laughed at Eddie’s comment but didn’t take your eyes off his pointer finger, a fine, sharp, toothy grin slowly emerging as you painted it on. “Nobody’s going to notice. Besides, I think it’s kinda cute.”
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