Mav: [talking to Ice excitedly]
Ice: [listening and watching him fondly]
Mav: ... I'm sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I? People always say I talk too much. Just tell me to shut up if it's annoying you.
Ice: You're not annoying. I love listening to you talk. Keep going.
Ice, internally: I'm going to fucking murder anyone who told him that he talks too much.
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Recovering is incredibly boring.
Eddie’s been out of the hospital for what must have been years–but Steve assures him it is more like 9 days–and he is absolutely out of things to do.
At first the novelty of being in the harrington mansion, an arrangement made because his fucking house was split in facking half, was enough to keep him entertained. While Steve was out volunteering like the martyr he is, Eddie would mindlessly wander from huge room to insanely more huge room. He picked up every terrifyingly expensive and useless object he could, and stared into every soulless room until he physically could not any longer (which was often, because you know he almost fucking died)
But now, he’s run out of things to inspect without straight up snooping and he’s still fucking bored. He’s currently laying on his back, spread out an unnecessarily large bed, making every dramatic sound and sigh in his very large collection of ways to get attention in the hopes that Steve will get the hint that he’s bored.
Eventually,he hears footsteps descending the stairs, and he hopes that Steve has finally gotten the hint and comes to rescue him. But instead that traitor picks up his keys and informs a very inconvenienced Eddie that he promised to watch the kids on their outing because their parents were worried. Then just leaves. Leaves!
Look Eddie gets it, the world almost ended and the kids were missing for days. He understands how parents could be worried. But is the safety of their children really worth letting Eddie be bored??
He gets through about 5 minutes of silence before he gives up. Fuck his attempts at being being a polite house guest. He’s gonna snoop. He’s a curious guy, you can't blame him.
Also, may he reiterate, he was bored. This is a very large issue.
Slowly, he creeps up the stairs, calling out Steve’s name to be sure he’s alone. Because if he’s going to invade Steve’s privacy, he’s going to at least do them both the favour of making sure he never finds out.
Eddie goes straight for the back of Steve’s wardrobe, because although he wants to see the juicy shit, he’s a DM, he knows he can;t go straight to the most interesting part.
He almost immediately finds a small plastic container. He opens it to find some pretty ordinary, by Eddie’s standards, contents. A lighter, some rolling paper, and a few empty bags that definitely once contained weed. The typical things a teen would want to hide from his parents, not that Steve really has any reason to these days.
Eddie is about to close the lid and put the box back when he spots something. In the corner of the box is a scrunched piece of paper. He grabs it and flattens it out to reveal a poster with the words “Corroded Coffin” in big bold letters at the top, with the date and time of their first show on it. They were the posters Eddie used to plaster around the school, mostly to piss off the jocks and scare the pearl-clutchers among the faculty.
When he turns the poster to the back, he finds a note scribbled on the back. For a moment Eddie assumes that's why he’d kept the pa[er, because some girl's number was on it. That is quickly disproven when he actually reads the note which reads “Eddie = that hot senior” and below it, in larger handwriting “Go you coward!!!!”
If Eddie suddenly feels the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush, that's his own business.
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saying “im ur biggest fan” abt ur f/os is so selfcare like idk im ur number 1 fan i will listen i will die on this hill i will just lose it i will be unhinged with love
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