by wild is the wind (via syntheticpubes)
*About 2700 words of Symbrock holiday fluff (also posted on my AO3: justdk)
Spend the night, Anne had said. It would be fun, she had said.
Eddie turns again, trying to get comfortable on the couch. Anne had picked it out. The couch clearly was not meant for sleeping and that, Eddie decides, is a massive design flaw. Who doesn’t sleep on couches?! Annie, apparently.
“Why are we doing this?” Eddie mutters, staring up at the ceiling while kicking at the end of the couch.
Food, Eddie Venom replies. He’s trying to be quiet, his voice rumbling and deep. So much delicious food. Moist turkey dripping with gravy, plumb ham glistening with a golden honey glaze, decadent mounds of soft, buttery potatoes…
“V,” Eddie interrupts, “the way you talk about food is like how most people talk about sex. I feel like you’re narrating a porno right now.”
I haven’t even started on dessert! Or stuffing… I know how much you like stuffing, Eddie.
