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Faster (than any other boy has ever gone) by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
02 Dec 2025
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There’s a figure on the ice, a blur in the middle of a gravity-defying pirouette. For a moment, all he sees is pale skin and dark curls, and his first thought is that it must be Nancy … but then he spots her by the side of the rink. She’s doing stretches, but her eyes are glued to the person on the ice.
Eddie.
Of fucking course.
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Written for day 2 of the Steddie Holiday drabbles 2025 (prompt: Ice Skating)
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- Part 6 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2025
- Part 3 of Bat out of hell
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The card plays Jingle Bells. A tinny, slightly out-of-tune version of it, like a walkman running low on batteries. Eddie stares at the cheerful winter motif - little cartoon animals riding sleighs, with the signatures of all the party squeezed into every available bit of free space - and feels his hands start to shake.
“Sorry about that,” Steve says, and fidgets in the cheap plastic chair next to the hospital bed. Eddie only just woke up a few days ago, and they’re only letting him have one visitor at a time. “It was the only card we could find that wasn’t- … Oh my God, Eddie? Why are you crying?”
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Written for day 1 of the Steddie Holiday Drabbles 2025 (prompt: Jingle Bells)
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- Part 15 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2025
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“I'd like to return this.”
Eddie blinks. What time is it? How long did he sleep? Why is this random kid on his doorstep trying to shove half a Twix bar up his left nostril?
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Written for the November 2025 edition of the Steddie Microfic challenge on tumblr.
Prompt: return, 375 wordsSeries
- Part 37 of Hype's microfics
- Part 1 of No returns
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Something cracks. Like dried-up stalks breaking. It sounds close.
Steve goes very still. For a second, he's a little boy again and hearing them for the first time, the things the townspeople tell themselves about the cornfields.
That you shouldn't go into them alone, least of all after sundown, least of all at this time of the year. That, if you were stupid or unfortunate enough to find yourself in one at night, you were well advised to not make any unnecessary sounds or movements. To close your eyes and not open them until the sun came back up, no matter what you heard.
Because there were things in the corn. Things as old as the land itself. And once they knew you had intruded on their soil, they'd do anything to keep you there.
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Written for the Halloween pop-up challenge of the Steddie Holiday Drabbles and for the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Blindfold)
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- Part 4 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2025
- Part 56 of hype's Steddie bingo
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He stays where he is, naked in the cold water with his drenched clothes floating around him, and watches the bubbles and the blood rise.
It isn’t long before a different pair of eyes appears - unnaturally bright in the gloom and deceptively calm, like the lake. A single tentacle joins them, wiggling back and forth in a wordless gesture of beckoning, and Eddie can feel the telltale tingles of the Call in his insides.
He goes, little waves rippling around him as he wades further into the lake. Under the surface, he can feel the cold, smooth touch of more tentacles caressing his ankles and shins and thighs.
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Written for the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Breeding Kink)
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- Part 4 of From the depths
- Part 60 of hype's Steddie bingo
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There's a new restaurant across from Eddie's game store - and that is just his newest problem.
Hot cuisine or whatever it's called isn't something he thought he needed in his life. He's more of a greasy cheeseburgers, cigarettes and dry cereal kinda guy. All things considered, the hip new place with its fancy food and its thriving social media account should stand for everything he hates.
Except the owner is making it really hard - pun intended.
Because Steve isn't a superficial, capitalist asshole. He's a nice guy with beautiful hair and great hands and a quirky sense of humor and great hands and a fantastic ass, and did Eddie mention the hands? For some reason, he can't stop staring at them, which is very unfortunate - especially since Steve seems to have made it his mission to introduce him to a more varied diet, and Eddie is developing some extremely inappropriate feelings related to food and cooking here.
Between burst pipes, DnD campaigns, annoying influencers, and the shiny new mall project that is threatening their neighborhood, it's all a lot to deal with, but he guesses he'll just have to suck it up - pun, again, very much intended.
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- Part 1 of Kiss the Cook
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Angel with a mean punch by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
28 Oct 2025
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Equipment all prepared, he does one last check of the perimeters and decides to hide in the bushes by the side of the building, right next to the car. He is just double checking his reflection in the window of a dark meeting room - ghastly white face surrounded by a stringy halo of orange hair, yellowing teeth bared in an unhinged, bloodied grin - when a key clicks inside a lock and footsteps approach. Eddie grins under his mask, quickly hitting the button on his phone that'll make the hidden camera start recording. It’s showtime.
Shoulders squared, the bells on his costume jingling eerily, he steps out of his hiding spot and into Harrington’s way.
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Written for the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Clown)
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- Part 59 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Lead me wild to your dark roads by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
24 Oct 2025
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The boy takes in his horrified expression and frowns in confusion. Then, remembrance flashes across his face and he grins apologetically.
“Oh, this,” he says, poking absentmindedly at the mass of raw flesh under his eye. The right half of his face looks like it's been put through a meat grinder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I tend to forget it's even there.”
“I-” Eddie croaks. Mentally recalibrates. Right. While Halloween may still be two weeks away, haunted houses have been sprouting like mushrooms all over the suburbs. He passed an especially elaborate one not two minutes ago, so this guy is probably an actor on his way home. “You didn't scare me.”
The boy arches a disbelieving eyebrow. Eddie clears his throat and pretends to focus on the road while he wills his blush to go away.
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Written for the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Scare)
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- Part 58 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. Not a minute later, he’s settled back against the headboard of the bed, champagne sparkling on the nightstand and wrapping paper rustling in his hands as he opens the box in his lap. Inside are … more white envelopes, each neatly labelled in Steve’s handwriting. London. Madrid. Paris.
Nestled right in the middle is a singular red envelope that reads Open This First.
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Written for both the regular round two card and the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus round of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Saying Goodbye)
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- Part 57 of hype's Steddie bingo
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“Back already?” says a voice. A deep, amused rumble that shoots straight to his groin. When he manages to lift the lead weight that is his head, he finds that he is stark naked and desperately hard already, flushed cock sticking up near vertically in the air. “That was fast. And I didn’t even have to chase you down or lure you in this time. That’s good, baby, very good.”
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Written for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Demon AU)
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- Part 2 of Dream a little dream
- Part 55 of hype's Steddie bingo
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This empire belongs to me by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation for Pennyplainknits
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
17 Oct 2025
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“This firm is yours because I gave it to you.” Steve’s voice is calm and matter-of-fact, but when he looks up through his lashes, there is a dangerous glint in his eyes. Sharp and deadly as the edge of the knife that he is pressing to Eddie’s inner thigh. Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants, and the pointed tip of the blade presses against his balls. “If I wanted to stand by and watch a reckless idiot run it to the ground, I would have left it with my father. Now strip.”
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Written for the "Thirteen Fright Nights" bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Knife Play)
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- Part 9 of Kiss that ring
- Part 54 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Hottie huffs, running an annoyed hand through his hair. Even disheveled and damp from the heat of the location, it's still stupidly pretty. The electric-blue-dye-job sort of pretty. The sides of his head have been shaved, leaving the rest of it tumbling into his face in a messy mohawk that looks casual, but probably took forever to style.
Jesus.
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Written for round 1 of the Steddie Bingo
Prompt: Punk AUSeries
- Part 22 of hype's Steddie bingo
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He doesn't have time for this. The train will only stop for a few minutes. Hardly enough time to climb onto one of the freight containers. So what if it sounds like something from an adventure story for little kids? It’s the fastest way to get as far away as possible without leaving a data trail.
The boy shrugs.
“Whatever. You gotta have balls of steel to get on a train at this hour and on this day of the year, is all I’m saying.”
Steve turns, just as the train pulls into the station.
“Huh?” he says over the noise of the engines.
The boy grins. “You don’t know about the wreck?”
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Written for the October 2025 round of the Steddie Microfic challenge (prompt: train, 551 words) and for the Thirteen Fright Nights bonus round of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Ghost)
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- Part 36 of Hype's microfics
- Part 53 of hype's Steddie bingo
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To make a house a home by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
10 Oct 2025
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“Oh,” Steve's voice pulls him back to the present. He's standing in the open bedroom door, pizza cartons balanced in his arms, and staring at him with flustered surprise. “You made a nest.”
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Written for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Mpreg)
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- Part 6 of Whatever you want it to be
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There's a guy on the ratty couch at the other side of the room. A guy in sheer tights, glittering tulle wings and a dangerously short green dress.
Eddie almost swallows his own tongue.
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Or: The one where Eddie and Steve work on a cruise ship. (And Steve wears a dress.)
5 times they meet on the cruise + one time they meet afterSeries
- Part 23 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2024
- Part 12 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Eddie slowly and thoroughly makes his way up his stomach and chest, pausing and asking about every scar he sees, mapping the shape and texture of every single one with fingers and lips and tongue. By the time he gets to the thin, jagged one on his neck, Steve’s hands are fisting into the pillow above his head and his cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt. Eddie doesn’t ask this time.
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Written for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Fragile)
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- Part 52 of hype's Steddie bingo
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“Okay,” Steve whispers, hooking the first carabiner in place. He's lost the nonchalance a good while ago, and they both know it, so he doesn't bother disguising the gravelly rasp that his voice has dropped to. “I feel like I know the answer, but I'm gonna ask, anyhow. Color?”
“Green,” comes the reply, so enthusiastically it makes Steve think they'll need to introduce an extra color, specifically for this occasion. “So very green, you have no- aaah, shit.”
Because Eddie has actually started bouncing on the balls of his feet, and the movement has tugged on the chain that’s still loosely grasped in Steve’s hand. Or, to be more specific, the nipple clamp that the chain is attached to.
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Written for week 4 of Steddie Smutty September (prompt: Toys) and for round two of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Toys and Nipple Play)
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- Part 50 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Steve has his back to the door, so he doesn’t actually see it open. He also doesn’t need to, because the crack of it bouncing against the tiled wall is probably loud enough to be heard outside the building. Tommy stops talking, grin freezing on his face. His eyes go huge.
“Greetings, gentlemen,” says a voice. “Hope I’m not disturbing anything?”
Silence drops. Nobody laughs. Instead, the entire room stares at the newcomer with expressions matching Tommy’s - wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise.
“Jesus,” someone whispers. Steve turns.
“Munson is fine,” says Eddie Munson. He’s leaning in the open door, tall and unashamed, thin rivulets of water running from his wet hair and down his neck and shoulders. His grin is large and wolfish, and a little bit unhinged.
He’s not wearing the cheerleading uniform.
He's not wearing anything at all.
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Written for my Filthy Fluffy Birthday Fest (prompt: (Semi-)Public Nudity) and for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Bet)
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- Part 51 of hype's Steddie bingo
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The good days and the bad by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation for starthecozy
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
19 Sep 2025
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“There’s gonna be good days and bad days,” Wayne says. “What’s matters is that he’s here, and that you are here with him. You know how important that is to him, right?”
“I know.” Steve scrubs a hand over his eyes under the guise of wiping the sweat off his brow. “It’s just that- … Oh, hey there. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Eddie yawns, long and drawn-out, and leans in to place a sloppy kiss at the corner of Steve’s mouth. The boy goes very still, heat-induced flush deepening by about three shades.
“‘s okay, I told you I wanted to stay up and wait for …” and that’s when his eyes flick over Steve’s shoulder. “... Wayne. Hi there, Wayne. How long have you been standing there, Wayne?”
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Written for day 6 of my Filthy Fluffy Birthday Bash on tumblr (prompts: Someone who cares, Domestic fluff) and also for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Pet names)
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- Part 45 of hype's Steddie bingo
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“Hey there, sweet cakes.”
Shit.
The man is blocking the exit of the alley with his body, and Steve wastes a precious second wondering why he didn't hear him approach. He's better than this, usually. His head must be foggier than he realized. His hands drop the bags, instinctively grasping for a weapon - an axe, a bat, anything - but finding only the cold metal of the dumpster.
“What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here smelling like that?”
The man lurches closer. It's obvious from the stagger in his step and the slur in his voice that he's drunk. Steve has taken tougher opponents than him - not while shaking with fever and with his inner omega screaming to just roll over and spread his legs, but he'll be damned if he goes down without a fight. His fist closes around the ring of keys in his pocket.
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Written for day 5 of my Filthy Fluffy Birthday Bash on tumblr (prompt: Heat/Rut) and also for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: "Leave him alone")
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- Part 44 of hype's Steddie bingo
- Part 2 of Like fine whiskey