That's what little monsters are made of!
Mars/Eddie, he/him,
24, Canadian.
Queer, ace, & absolute nutcase.
I love music, art, and fandoms, among other things.
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Mars is the most of the time name, Eddie is the sometimes name, or more like a nickname.
Even though he had alarms set to make sure Steve woke up and remembered who he was, he was worried that something would happen the moment he closed his eyes.
Was it logical? No. But logic left the moment he saw Steve’s black eye and split lip.
And the fucking shoeprint bruise.
It’d been four hours and he hadn’t heard or seen Wayne or Hopper yet, though he didn’t really expect to.
Steve had been about as well as could be expected the first time he woke him up, though it seemed like more of the pain was sinking in before he managed to fall asleep again.
Eddie held a bag of frozen peas on his eye for the first 30 minutes or so while he slept, but was too scared to leave him alone even for a minute to put it back.
The next alarm would go off soon, and maybe if Steve seemed a bit better then he would sleep. Maybe.
āI have come, Sir Steven, to present youā¦ with a very special film.ā
He pulls his hands from behind his back with a flourish. Itās a VHS in a plain white case, the words Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!! scribbled in sharpie on the front cover in Eddieās spiky script.
Holy shit. Steve canāt believe this thing survived.
āJesus,ā he snorts, tracing the title with his pointer finger. Eddie would name their sex tape something totally insane. āSatanic ritual. Itās like you were trying to provoke the pitchfork people.ā
āIām sorry, would you have preferred if I wrote, like, āsuper horny homosexual hourā on the cover instead?ā
āāDo I look pretty?ā Stevie asked, using the voice she had used on Tommy before sheād actually been beneath him. The fishing hook sheād used to get him to notice her.
Eddieās lips parted and she huffed a quiet laugh, hand moving from Stevieās lower back to rest lightly against her waist. Body too close, almost pressed to Stevieās back. Just a little taller than her.
'Yeah, you look pretty.ā Eddie admitted, sounding almost reverent.ā
Fanart for the fanfic by @eddywoww that burrowed itself in my brain and will remain forever.
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