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~ Chapter 12 snippet~

Steve slid his hand higher along Eddie’s thigh again, slower this time, teasing, brushing knuckles just under the edge of those worn-out cutoffs. He ducked his head low, pressing his face right into the thick bulge straining against the denim. Heat soaked into his cheek. Musk. Faint cigarette smoke. He moaned softly, nose dragging across Eddie’s crotch, feeling like he was getting drunk off it for real.

“Fucking freak,” Eddie muttered with a fond tone. "You bitch about my dirty undies on the floor, and now you bury your face in the swamp between my legs."

~ Chapter 11 snippet~

Eddie lay there at his side, passed out cold, looking peaceful. Steve studied him, his heart doing this funny little dance in his chest. 

Not the dance, of course. Not the butterflies crap. Definitely not that shit.

It was because Eddie was kinda cute. Who cared? It wasn’t his fault Eddie looked pretty, or that the asshole somehow never looked hangover. He had this way of existing that felt unfair, like his whole being said, “deal with it,” and you just had to. Even there, sprawled out like he owned the damn place, Eddie looked good. Nice. His hair was a disaster, and his mouth was slightly open, but still. Nice.

Steve watched Eddie’s face, his eyes eager. He didn’t even bother pretending he didn’t think Eddie was hot anymore—it wasn’t a secret, and it wasn’t worth hiding. But sometimes, when Eddie had his damn mouth shut and was quiet just existing, or when he looked at Steve with his big soft brown eyes, Steve’s brain would set a trap. Something like, hey, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we complicated this a little bit more? 

~ Chapter 10 snippet~

The door clicked shut behind him, and Eddie was on him in an instant, his hand wrapping around Steve’s throat, pressing him hard against the door. Steve’s hands twitched, instinctively rising to grab Eddie’s wrist—but he couldn’t decide if he was trying to push him away or hold him there.

Eddie leaned in, his breath hot and dangerous against Steve’s lips.

“So, Harrington? You wanna get beat up, or you wanna get fucked?" he asked, his voice low, calm and terrifying.

Steve swallowed hard, his throat constricting against Eddie’s grip. He should be scared. Fuck, he was scared. But beneath it, there was something much darker and much hotter curling inside him—like a spark waiting to catch fire and consume him whole. And Eddie was feeling it too. Steve could tell from the way Eddie’s fingers flexed, from the way his eyes flickered for a split second with something far from cold boredom.

~End snippet~

Steve watched Eleven close her eyes, concentrating. Eddie's form flickered more. He came closer.

He looked angry.

"What are you doing?" Steve whispered under his breath. 

"They can't help me. They're going to ruin everything," Eddie hissed, his voice vibrating through the room. "They'll take me away from you."

"There’s something," Eleven murmured, then, her voice distant. "But it's... broken. Lost. Gone."

The words chilled him. Steve could feel his pulse thudding harder, faster. The room seemed colder now, the walls pressing in closer. Eddie became more and more inquiet. 

And more and more solid.

Steve glanced at him before focusing on Eleven again. "What do you see?" 

Eleven's eyes snapped back into focus. "I feel something." Her eyes swept the room slowly.  "But… it's not right."

"It's Eddie," Steve murmured, watching him pace around the room, solid and angry. Betrayed. 

Eleven shook her head, frowning. "I don't see him," she said, sounding confused. “I feel. But I don’t know if it’s Eddie. I didn’t know him.”

"They can't help." Eddie came to stand next to Steve, watching Eleven with cold eyes. "They’ll tear us apart. I can’t let that happen."

The temperature dropped. Cold, unnatural, biting

wc: 4,117 | rating: Teen | tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canonical Character Death, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Open to Interpretation

Summary: After Eddie's death, Steve begins seeing his ghost—or at least he thinks he does. No, he does. Eddie is there. Eddie is real. Steve just has to convince everyone else.

~part I snippet~

Steve experienced many times the feeling of his fingers slipping through Eddie’s form—cold, sad, terrifying. So when he found some resistance this time, he pulled back sharply, his hand jerking away like he had been electrocuted. 

Eddie's eyes widened. "You felt that?"

Steve nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's happening?"

Eddie reached out, his hand unsteady, and for the first time, when his fingers brushed against Steve’s cheek, Steve felt it. Light, almost nothing, really. But it was real.

"Eddie," Steve breathed, his voice shaking. "I can feel you."

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~ Chapter 9 snippet~

“Now, now, darling, if you’re good, I might just show you my +9 magic sword again later." 

There was laughter and disgusted sounds from Robin’s part and “What kind of bullshit is that?” from Jeff. Steve, though, couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Your sword is so not +9,” Steve said. He knew shit about D&D, but this was a dick joke and there was no way he would let Eddie have it. “Maybe a +4 on a good day, and that’s pushing it!" 

It was a lie. Steve choked on that dick enough times to know it was definitely a 7. Maybe a 7-something, since he was feeling generous. 

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his smirk getting wider. "That's not what you said last night, Stevie."  

They didn't do anything the night before, but, yeah, that made Steve freak out a little.  

"Fuck off," he said, giving Eddie his middle finger. 

Written for @whumptober || day 4 prompt: Hallucinations And @steddie-spooktober || day 6 prompt: Haunted

wc: 4,117 | rating: T | tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canonical Character Death, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Open to Interpretation | read on: AO3

Summary: After Eddie's death, Steve begins seeing his ghost—or at least he thinks he does. No, he does. Eddie is there. Eddie is real. Steve just has to convince everyone else.

~ snippet~

Steve experienced many times the feeling of his fingers slipping through Eddie’s form—cold, sad, terrifying. So when he found some resistance this time, he pulled back sharply, his hand jerking away like he had been electrocuted. 

Eddie's eyes widened. "You felt that?"

Steve nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's happening?"

Eddie reached out, his hand unsteady, and for the first time, when his fingers brushed against Steve’s cheek, Steve felt it. Light, almost nothing, really. But it was real.

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Favorite Color -> Blue. A grayish kind of blue. Like the sky when it's about to rain.

Last Song -> Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin if I look at my playlist. But "The Ballad Of The Witches Road" (Agatha All Along OST) if I'm being honest. I just rewatched the whole scene because I'm OBSESSED with this song.

Currently Reading -> The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman.

Currently Watching -> Agatha All Along. Love a sapphic witches show.

Currently Craving -> While thinking about it, I realized how thirsty I was. So.. water.

Coffee or Tea -> Coffee. I love tea, but if I had to choose only one it's coffee. Always. Coffee is culturally important in my country too, so when I say coffee I mean real coffee, not that dirty water Starbucks sells.

A hobby you would like to try -> I would love to try mountain biking. It seems fun, but I have no bike and much less a mountain around here :(

~ Chapter 8 snippet~

Steve really, really needed Eddie to stop talking. So he did the only thing that he thought would work—he tried to seduce him. Desperate times, desperate measures, and all that. He turned, locking eyes with Eddie, turning up the Steve Harrington charm. 

“Can we stop talking and do something more fun?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound as seductive as possible. 

Eddie snorted, stepping closer, grabbing Steve’s jaw. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmured, voice low and amusement in his eyes. “But it’s not gonna work.” 

Steve pressed himself against Eddie. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s just forget about it for a while.”  

Eddie studied him for a moment, then, with a sigh, he leaned in and kissed him, hard and demanding. Steve melted into it, his hands sliding around Eddie’s lean waist, pulling him closer. Eddie's lips were firm and commanding, his tongue pushing past Steve's lips to tangle with his own. They broke apart and Steve could feel Eddie smiling.

“You’re so predictable,” Eddie muttered against Steve’s lips. “But I’ll give you what you want. Just this once.” 

They kissed again, and it hit Steve like a jolt of electricity, sending shivers down his spine. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed this, how much he missed the way Eddie’s lips felt against his—it was like a drug one gets addicted to after the first use. His hands slid down to grab Eddie’s ass, pulling him closer, while Eddie’s grip tightened on his jaw, his tongue pushing into Steve’s mouth. 

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember || week 3 prompt: Rough wc: 6,826 | rating: E | cw: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Eddie Munson as Deadpool, Steve Harrington as Wolverine, Switching, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Cutting, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | read on: AO3

Summary: I've got a knife and Steve's got claws. We're not exactly the poster boys for ‘Healthy Relationships’. But hey, when you want to fuck like animals, who cares about emotional stability? And if you’re reading this, just know that I’ve got no regrets.

~ snippet~

I’m thinking, “How the fuck do I turn this into the blood-soaked porno the readers are waiting for?” So I look at him, all brooding and grumpy, and I just know he’s itching for a fight. 

“You know what, Steve?” I say. “I think we need to blow off some steam.”

He looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you on about now?” he growls.

“Oh, you know,” I say, leaning in closer, my breath hot against his ear. “A little roughhousing. Maybe some claw-play. Nothing too serious, just enough to get the blood pumping.”

He snorts, but I see the flicker in his eyes. He’s interested. “Just leave me alone, you insane fuck,” he says, but he’s not pushing me away.

“Aren’t we all a little insane?” I admit, standing up. “Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a feeling this place is about to get a whole lot more interesting.”

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