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care & keeping by hitlikehammers for steddieas_shegoes
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
23 Jul 2025
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Steve thinks they’re all overreacting.
Like, he understands why—if he gets another concussion graded higher than 0 he’s fucked, and there he was, having spent his whole life trying his damnedest to get as high above a zero wherever grades were involved; life was so fucking weird—but he didn’t even blink longer than normal this time, Jesus H. Christ.
But now—having slipped the grasps of the whole med team after getting the okay on his noggin—Steve was definitely alone in the locker room. And yet: the distinct sound of the ice bath being prepped is somehow echoing through.
He follows the noise; doesn’t exactly want some rando who waltzed in catching him stark naked on their TikTok Live or whatever.
The source of the sound, though, once Steve rounds the last corner toward it, isn’t a rando at all. Not even close.
“Ice first, babe.”
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Or, it really doesn’t matter where either of them are, or what it is that’s gone wrong. Doesn’t matter how bad or not-bad it is, whatever it may be.
If something any-amount-of-bad happens to Steve, Eddie’s gonna be there in less than five to take care of his
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Steve realizes after setting his alarm to make sure he wakes on the hour if he accidentally dozes off—can’t sleep with a concussion—that…it’s probably fucked up that he didn’t need a professional to look him over to know that he at least has minor head trauma. Like, it’s probably not normal to just know you’re concussed based on accumulated experience.
It’s not quite melted people monster levels of fucked but…it’s still fucked.
But he’s thrown from his bed either way, flailing as he sits up shaky for the absolute assault happening on his front door at…motherfuck, 2:43? AM?
Who in the hell—
Steve tries to ignore it. But eventually not even all of his pillows can fully outweigh the knocking.
He gets down the stairs, clinging to the banister—definitely not steady on his feet—and yanks the goddamn door open without even bothering to check the peephole.
So not only is it a surprise to almost get clocked in face by the rapid-fire knocking fist he barely dodges in time, but the owner of the fist: one Robin Buckley.
That’s the bigger surprise, by far.
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Or: Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley—The Platonic Soulmate Origin Story
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Steve’s always liked the taste of Eddie’s precum. He’s only getting the bitterness coming through strongest where Eddie sits in the little cradle of tastebuds Steve’s holding him in, though—and Steve actually loves that part but he really craves kinda like, the layers of Eddie’s taste so:
“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” Eddie pants as Steve gets his taste of the sweet that hides in the flavor of him—savors it.
Maybe it required Steve to pull back fast and tongue near his slit a little greedy before swallowing around him, settling him hard and unbothered again between his cheeks. So what?
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Steve cannot—will not—be distracted by his husband while he’s enjoying his Sunday morning ritual of hot coffee and clipping coupons, okay?
Unless there’s, like, a really good reason.For the @subeddieweek Day Three Prompt: Cockwarming.
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Steve’s holding Eddie’s hand—limp, the blood’s not even sticky anymore, his rings are caked, glued to his frigid skin; but Steve can’t help it.
He can’t not hold Eddie’s hand.
“Are you ready to accept the evidence in front of you?”
No. No he’s not because if he accepts it, then it’s true. If he accepts this then—
“You lost, Steven,” and Vecna comes to him as a flickering thing in his vision, half veined and vine-riddled, monstrous, and half a thin blond man: same monster in a different suit.
The shuddering image of him looks like bad reception on a television screen: that’s honestly maybe more terrifying than either on its own but.
Steve thinks he’s kind of beyond terror.
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In which they lose the final standoff. Everyone’s gone. Vecna has Steve at his mercy. And it’s all Steve’s fault, he wasn’t enough, he failed them all—
But being at Vecna’s mercy means maybe…nothing’s as it seems.
By default.
(Or: Steve gets Vecna'd. All bets are off.)
UPDATE: now with one of the kids having a say for themselves about the prospect of losing Steve.
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It really boils down to the fact that toys had never been a huge part of their sex life.
They have a perfectly respectable collection, but it wasn’t a…regular rotation kinda thing. Maybe it was because they’d been creative about their…physical relationship kinda from the jump: first the restrictions of their injuries, also kinda matched with the restrictions of neither of them having an actual wealth of knowledge—or any knowledge, really, save what they’d ever tried on themselves—of how to fuck a dude. And, well.
No one should underestimate the enthusiasm and determination of two horny guys just clear of their teens, still buzzed off near-death experiences, still high off the threat of another on the horizon, rapidly hurtling into love faster than a fucking Concorde.
Over the years they’d gotten curious, found things that were enjoyable. But they were never necessities. They were just for…fun. Bonus levels, as Steve’s memories of hours upon hours at the fucking arcade point out in his head, but. It’s a good comparison. Bonus fun.
So what Steve’s having just now, in their bed?
Is so much bonus fun.
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For the @subeddieweek Day Four Prompt: Wet.
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“Chocolate?” Eddie glances up and Steve figures the smell gives it away pretty immediately, it’s rich and potent already from even where he’s sitting.
“Body paint,” Steve leans and flicks the can, making sense of the presentation; “chocolate body paint,” and then he’s leaning up and in to Eddie’s neck, whispering salaciously against the shell of his ear:
“Hypoallergenic and safe for all areas.”
He soaks up the shiver it sends down Eddie’s spine like a cat in the fucking sun, self-satisfied as shit—he loves how reactive Eddie is, always has been, still continues to be. It’s heady as fuck.
“Have a guess which area I’m most interested in trying it out on.”
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Steve has a surprise for Eddie. An…exercise in discipline, after showing such an egregious lack of it.
For the @subeddieweek Day Two Prompt: Discipline.
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But then Eddie’s tipping his head and kissing Steve hard, deep:
“So sexy, baby,” Eddie mouths into him; “your violence has gotten so vanilla these days,” then he’s the one who snorts between kisses:
“Only vanilla thing about you.”
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Steve’s still miffed as fuck, about this incident specifically.
He thinks a brutal session of abusing Eddie’s asshole with his endlessly-worshipful mouth might teach him a lesson.
They're both going to enjoy it too much for the lesson-teaching part to be successful, but. An attempt is made.For the @subeddieweek Day One Prompt: Rimming.
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“You know you have the whole of my heart,” Eddie brings Steve’s hand to his chest: “and that there is no thing possible in any world that I would not give to you, for you.”
And Steve does know that. He could never have imagined feeling such certainty in a promise spoken like an immutable fact that way, but: that was before Eddie.
And to feel Eddie, his mate, his partner, the whole of his heart and home of his soul—questioning at all is the foolish thing.
So yes, Steve knows.
“One thing, though, has been impossible,” Eddie speaks to Steve as much to the moon above; “and there is about to be a,” and Steve’s close enough to hear the stop-start skipping of that deep-drumming heart as Eddie murmurs low:
“A window.”
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Former-Dragon-Sacrifice-Turned-Doted-Upon-Partner Steve Harrington truly does not believe he could love or be loved deeper than what he has with his perfect dragon mate, Eddie.
Eddie, however, thinks something more may be possible.
If their love proves strong enough.
Follows this but stands on its own.
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oh, golden boy (don’t act like you were kind) by hitlikehammers for kultiras
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
30 Dec 2024
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Probably the sharpest knife in his chest about this whole shitshow? Eddie thought they were doing good.
Like: so fucking good.
Eddie thought they were building something.
He’s such an idiot. Such a…
A heartsick fucking idiot.
But if he steps back, is as logical as he's capable of being: there hadn’t been any signs that they weren’t laying the foundations of something lasting; that they weren’t in this deep and rooted and committed, serious in a real, tangible way and, just…
Forever. Eddie was…he was playing for keeps, here. He thought, he just—
He really thought he wasn’t alone in all this.
Again: idiot.
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Or: Eddie never thought Steve would stop wanting him. He maybe went in reticent at first, but Steve had loved hard out the gate—so as soon as he knew he was allowed, and welcome? Eddie didn't hesitate to meet that love beat for beat.
He just never imagined his love would ever be unwelcome; that that's how his heart would break.
But that's just one side of the story, isn't it?
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Unlikely but inseparable best friends Steve and Eddie move in together after graduation and, honestly? Lead a pretty stable life. It’s not the life Steve expected, but he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Which still remains true when, due to a very unfortunate lack of communication, they may have unwittingly stumbled their way into bills-so-overdue-the-utilities-are-canceled.
Which: fucking late-stage capitalism. Ruining everything.
But then, opportunity presents itself in the most time-honored of professions when a chance encounter at their class reunion reveals that $100k could be within their grasp by...well.
Shooting their own porno.
And it’s a solid plan, despite being absolute insanity, but the question that rears its head ultimately isn’t one of revenue, but one they probably should have thought through a little harder from the get-go: when the budget’s tight, cast is limited, and promotional value is crucial—alongside everyone banging everyone?
You’re also probably gonna have to fuck your best friend on camera for cash in the process.
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Come Out Of The Closet (and climb into the vault) by hitlikehammers for vegasolar
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
24 Jul 2024
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Steve’s never been the best actor but…fuck if he doesn’t call on every shred of performance know-how he’s maybe learned by exposure alone across the past months to, to…
Address this.
Because asking: How many phones do you have? could have been innocuous, if it’d been said in a different tone, with a different energy. If Steve knew Dustin less like the back of his hand.
And he tries to play it cool, casual, all: “Two, why?” over Robin’s earnest “Technically three, if you count Keith’s in the back,” and he doesn’t even have to act out the indignation in him when Dustin declares this sufficient, then elbows behind Steve’s goddamn counter and commandeers Steve’s goddamn computer.
He can even jump on board with Robin’s dismay—her pile dude, come on—but then Dustin blabs what he’s after:
“Looking up Eddie’s friends' phone numbers.”
And Steve’s heart starts beating heavier, weightier, and he has to really work hard to put the lessons he’s picked up into place. Every scrap of a straight fucking face he can muster.
Because he’s gotta nail this.
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Or: Season 4—but what if Steve and Eddie were already (secretly) dating?
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if I die this instant (taken from a distance) by hitlikehammers
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
17 Jul 2024
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Steve doesn’t remember getting drunk as fuck. In fact, he…
This doesn’t even feel like a hangover, not exactly. There’s the headache, the stomach-lurching, but there’s a, a weight almost. Something in his limbs that feels off and too stiff but also like noodles, if you could make noodles out of lead. This, this kinda feels like—
His hand goes automatically to his neck, near his jaw, tries to see if he can feel—
Ah. Okay. Yep. Already scabbed over the injection site. Must’ve been something else this time, like probably a bigger needle. Sedative to start, maybe. Like the appetizer course.
Steve starts chuckling to himself—no off-the-books truth serum needed to get hysterical, not this time—as he tosses himself to lying back down, only then really clocking the cuffs on his wrists and, well.
At least he’s not in a fucking sailor suit.
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Or: Steve gets kidnapped by the Russians. Again. This time he’s alone.
And this time they’re stupid enough to try to demand a ransom from his family.
So at least he’s going to die on the back of a good fucking joke.
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Free Now To Rise by hitlikehammers for Klausinamarink
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
09 Jul 2024
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The final battle—like the last part of the very final battle—ends with shattering, and with dust.
“Live through this,” Steve had breathed against Eddie’s angry red lips before they parted, hard enough that it stung for how raw he’d been kissed; “so we can pick up where we left off.”
“I will if you will,” Eddie had shot back, defiant; still begging.
And Steve had kissed him again, and Eddie’d watched as Steve walked away with Eddie’s taste on his lips as he’d spoken:
“I’ll hold you to it.”
And in the end: Eddie holds to the bargain.
But Steve.
Steve…Steve Harrington, with the bitchiest glare and the brightest smile and the goofiest laugh and the biggest fucking heart, the bravest of all of them and the best part of Eddie’s whole soul—
Steve gets hit, and disappears from the world in nothing but a cloud of dust.
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Or: Steve leaves nothing but ashes behind when he falls in the final showdown with Vecna.
Maybe a lovesick Eddie falls apart and gathers those ashes in his grief; his heartbreak.
Maybe the ashes aren’t just ashes, and maybe Eddie’s boyfriend wasn’t entirely just human.
Maybe.
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He’s gonna do it.
As in: Eddie is finally actually going to fucking do it.
The gravel’s uneven under the soles of his shoes, painful almost—either there’s too much broken glass mixed in, or his needs new shoes or both maybe, possibly he’s just too fucking keyed up in general because—
He’s doing this. He’s really fucking doing this.
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Or: Eddie goes alone to his first gay bar, to try and get over the bereft feeling he gets when Steve’s on his weekly date every fucking Friday.
Two tiny problems.
One is the mysterious, stunning man on the dance floor that no one can keep their eyes off of, who seems to want Eddie. And Eddie is weak for every inch of him.
Two is…the fact that no one actually knows, or ever asks, where Steve goes for his regular Friday ‘dates’.
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the story of what the night is thinking (it’s thinking of love) by hitlikehammers for salvadore
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
06 Jul 2024
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“I have something for you,” Robin says, handing him an envelope before grabbing her drink while he opens it and finds—
“It was his grandmother’s,” she murmurs as Eddie palms a beautiful ring, a star sapphire in a simple setting.
“Wasn’t even her engagement ring, insists that’s for a real proposal but,” and Eddie’s heart skips at those words, that idea, that dream being shared; “he saw you were missing the mood ring, in a photo shoot for the band? He’s very confident this’ll fit that finger perfectly.”
Eddie’s throat is so fucking tight, Jesus fuck—and then Robin’s hands are on his, reassuring as she tells him, no hesitance or question in it:
“He’s not going anywhere.”
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Or: Eddie goes into WITSEC after he’s healed enough; and after he’s spent that whole time falling in love with one Steve Harrington. He convinces the Feds to revisit the situation of his safety in seven years—when all the kids are graduated, safe and gone, and Steve can either come with him, or Eddie can go back home. And Steve and Eddie: they’re in love. This will just be a little speed bump. They’ll make it work.
But seven years is…a long time to ask anyone to wait.
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Steve can’t hear, Steve can’t think, Steve can’t breathe and none of it matters because his feet are still working and he’s running, he running and—
“Sir, you can’t be—”
Too fucking bad, because Steve can’t hear anything past what he thinks is his heartbeat, save he’s never heard his heart beat like this; like a piston, shaking, shaking, shaking and it feels like Steve imagines CPR does when compressions crack the bones except his heart’s doing it from the inside out, tearing through all the muscles and the fleshy parts between and not just cracking but shattering those motherfuckers and he’s dying, or else, maybe that’s the difference in a nutshell, at the end of the day: every time before this, it was adrenaline and terror.
This time, it’s heartbreak, and the certainty that he’ll fall over dead from that heartbreak if he’s stopped by the sight he fears most, the thing that makes the most sense but his brain can’t process it, so his heart’s taking on the extra burden: because fuck. It’s been beating like this, and his brain’s been useless like this, ever since he drove past the wreck.
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Steve sees Eddie’s van demolished on the roadside. And falls apart accordingly.
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Tequila Sunrise by hitlikehammers for starryeyedjanai
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
04 Jul 2024
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He doesn’t know how the fuck he got here. At a very nice bar in a very nice restaurant. Sitting alone.
Or well: he knows. It’s more that he can’t believe he let it happen.
Again.
But Steve's got his iron-clad reason to shut this blind date shit down once and for all, now: twenty minutes late is beyond the fashionable threshold, particularly for this kind of set up, and Steve's out of his drink, so he moves to gesture the bartender over to pay but—
"Another for the handsome nobleman,” and this guy two stools down gestures first, and says it with a stilted lilt that’s somehow not disingenuous; "whom I say doth sit alone beyond comprehension."
Steve stares wordless for a second because, outside of that weird fucking Renaissance Fair thing the kids dragged him to, he’s never heard anyone talk like that. Definitely not in the middle of Midtown, with a distinct lack of turkey legs in sight.
But then the man starts again, something close to bashful when he clears his throat and asks:
“Perhaps this very handsome nobleman would also enjoy some company,” and his tone’s not even playing coy for the hope in it:
“Even if only that of a humble bard, such as myself?”
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if you can’t write your own necronomicon, store-bought is fine by hitlikehammers for Klausinamarink
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
19 Jun 2024
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Steve gets stuck in his head about it: the fucking gravestone they’re putting up. He hates the idea of it being installed over nothing, just plopped on grass and dirt and just, just…nothing.
Almost like they’re saying Eddie was somehow nothing, and when the overall notion hits on that thought specifically, Steve has the simultaneous urge to break a window and vomit, and it’s just, it’s not—
He needs to find a way to curb that feeling.
He hates it enough to mention it to the others, who don’t get it. At all. Maybe because it’s Steve, and they don’t think he knew Eddie enough to be this…this. If Steve was in a clearer frame of mind, maybe he’d be able to wonder, too.
But he’s not. In a clearer frame of mind. He can’t process all that much beyond the all-consuming need to not bury nothing under Eddie Munson’s name.
Which doesn't even touch yet on the way it also sticks in his head that, if they were going to name half of the Upside Down bullshit after the nerd game, if the parallels were gonna be just, accepted as a rule?
Then why shouldn't the existence of a spell in the nerd game called 'RAISE DEAD' be accepted, too?
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Telling the whole story’s basically every form of whiplash rolled up into one, so: Steve usually goes with the abridged version, as best he can, when he absolutely has to explain.
Basically: after he swung a bat at a petal mouthed hellbeast, he felt weird for a few days after. He got a rash; woke up for a week with the hardest scabs he’d ever seen, like pebbles, and less blood colored. Weird.
The second time, in hindsight, is probably what makes it…worse. Like, as in: longterm worse. The dust, the stuff in those tunnels? It felt alive, like it got in your lungs to burrow and choke with intent. And Steve’s little bandana-mask was better than nothing, he guesses, just…
Not better enough, as becomes very clear once Steve starts half-turning into a fucking demogorgon, like an stress-triggered were…y’know, wolf would be better.
Than this.
It’s a bitch, but he handles it. Learns how to deal. Hopes life’s calmed down enough when he meets, and falls for, Eddie Munson—hopes that it won’t be a concern any longer.
And it isn’t. A concern.
Just not…not at all the way Steve expects.
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Under the Water (Our Hearts Will Dream Again) by hitlikehammers
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Apr 2024
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You’ve gotta understand: the truth about Eddie?
He’s shit as a pirate. Like: an absolute disgrace. Of all the bad names associated with the trade, if trade is what it can be called? He might just give it the worst.
But he’s enamored with the Sea. And if piracy’s his ticket to know it, and spend his days upon it? So be it. Failure be damned.
So it’s greater success than he ever expected when, on a routine fishing trip, what he catches is the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on in his whole wretched failure-ridden existence. It’s almost impossible to believe at all when the man—snarky and canny and full of inexplicable talents and undeniable secrets—seems to be falling for Eddie as much as Eddie’s long tumbled overboard for him.
But the Sea—much as Eddie loves it—is a most treacherous thing. And its secrets are the sort that some souls—some loves—aren’t meant to survive the knowing.