#eddie's microfics

[underburningstars]

one of us is dead 1

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt cemetery, wc 279

“Okay, but isn’t this kinda cringe? A huge ass abandoned mansion behind a creepy fucking cemetery in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere. And what’s more? The place was apparently so foggy only a week ago that no one could see past the trees, but suddenly the fog is gone, and the view is all clear. How can anyone miss such a big mansion built on a goddamn hill? No matter the fog. And moreover–”

“Are you scared, Crouch?” Sirius cuts his rambling off. “Because if you are, you can turn around and leave.”

“I’m not scared!” Barty defends. “I’m being realistic.”

“Don’t,” Sirius deadpans. “It’s creepy.”

“You–!”

“Shut up, both of you,” Regulus snaps. “I don’t think the map the locals gave us is entirely accurate. We might just have to go in blind.”

“Obviously, the map is inaccurate,” Barty scoffs. “The townsfolk didn’t even want to acknowledge the existence of the mansion. Even when they could fucking see it.”

“That’s what makes it all the more interesting! Why was the place covered in fog? Where did all the fog go? Why the hell are people so scared of it? Man, I have a good feeling about this place.” Sirius looks ready to vibrate out of his skin with excitement. 

“You’re the only person in the world who has good feelings about haunted mansions, you freak,” Barty mutters, and these two start arguing again. 

“Let’s hurry up and go in, you idiots,” Regulus sighs. “I have no desire to waste the day standing outside, listening to your bullshit.”

Regulus pushes the door open with his gloved hands. They step inside, and the door closes behind them. 

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[thefreakandthehair]

smooth operator

written for ‘hole’ | wc: 404 | rated: m | cw: n/a @steddiemicrofic

Crowd-work is Eddie Munson’s favorite part of stand-up. It’s actually become a niche of sorts, and tonight is no different.

“Something I’ve noticed in my time fucking men,” Eddie leads with, strolling across the makeshift stage, “is that you can tell how hot a guy is by how he takes off his shirt.”

The audience chuckles collectively.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. We’ve all seen movies. You, in the navy blue,” Eddie gestures with his chin at a man sitting at a hightop with two girls. “You’re a good-lookin’ guy. Let’s see if you’re hot. Show us how you take your shirt off.”

Without hesitating, Blue Shirt stands up and in one swift motion, grabs the back of his shirt with one hand and tugs it off over what Eddie tries not to think is perfectly soft, perfectly messy copper locks. Turns out, it’s easy to not think about his hair, because every rational and coherent thought he’s ever had about anything comes to a screeching halt.

It kills his set because that’s not the Hot Guy Method he’s been referring to but there’s not a chance in cold, dark Hell he can stand on stage and lie in front of this cheering, clapping audience. This guy is fucking hot.

“Oh my God,” he says in the microphone as Blue Shirt shrugs and flushes, just a hint of pink crawling from the hollow of his throat to his cheeks. “That’s never worked before. That’s never worked. I did not— wow, I did not see that coming.”

The crowd continues to laugh and applaud, Blue Shirt sitting confidently on his barstool with his shirt still in hand. Motherfucker doesn’t even have the decency to put it back on so Eddie can move on.

He’s really dug himself a fucking hole with this one, huh?

“Jesus H. Christ, I meant to do the motion. And that’s— listen, that wasn’t the hot way I meant but for the first time ever, audience, I admit defeat. I don’t know what the Hell just happened, but that’s the hot way now.”

Blue Shirt raises his glass and fucking winks at him, before calling out in response. “Buy me a drink after the show and I’ll show you the hot way to take off a belt, too.” 

Eddie’s jaw falls open and Blue Shirt wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. 

author's note: sometimes, you see a video of a stand-up comedian and drop literally everything you're doing to make it about your blorbos. this is one such time. @henderdads @steddieasitgoes it’s here!

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[solarmorrigan]

Well, Hello, Sailor

written for @steddiemicrofic | prompt: ‘pin’ | wc: 388 | rated: T | cw: slightly racy photos?

“Oh my god,” Eddie gasps.

“Oh my god,” Steve echoes, groaning.

Eddie hadn’t meant to drop the box, but it was heavy; it had been a rescue from the back of Steve’s closet as they moved his stuff out of his old apartment (preparing to move into their new one, together), and it had been full of forgotten papers and old magazines and – photos.

The stash had spilled out in front of Eddie like it had been waiting for him, full-color and glossy and glorious.

There’s Steve posed front and center, on his knees and looking back over his shoulder at the camera. He’s wearing a little pair of navy blue shorts and a little red ascot and precious little else. The shorts are indecently high-cut, hugging his ass like they were made for it, but it’s the sailor hat settled jauntily on top of his head that really makes it for Eddie. Steve’s eyes are wide and sweet, as if he’s been caught by surprise, with his lips parted in that inviting way that haunts Eddie’s dreams, even though he can technically see it any time he likes now.

He’s the very picture of a perfect little pin-up boy.

“Oh my god,” Eddie says again, unable to get much else out.

“It was– uh, for a magazine,” Steve stutters out. “I forgot I even had copies of that shoot.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie nods, still staring, mesmerized, at the pictures in his hands.

“It was during college, after my dad cut me off. I needed another job, and this paid, like, surprisingly well, and–”

“It damn well better have,” Eddie says, finally smirking up at Steve. “I bet they made bank off of you, baby.”

Steve pauses, blinking. “You’re not– upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Eddie asks; honestly, he’ll only be upset if Steve tries to pry the photos away from him before he’s had a chance to thoroughly inspect them.

“Just– some people have gotten… jealous, I guess?” Steve shrugs, glancing away.

“Other people can look if they want.” Eddie leans over to press a reassuring kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I know I’m the only one who gets you live and in person.”

Slowly, Steve smiles. “Well. If you like the sailor shoot, I bet you’ll love some of the others.”

“Others?”

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

All you have to do is ask

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, March 2024 edition.

Prompt: pin, 388 words

Rated: T

Tags: Post-Vecna; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Recreational drug use; Horny disaster Eddie Munson; Some light feminization kink

In retrospect, Eddie’s gonna blame the weed.

They’re lying on the trailer roof, Steve and him, finishing their second blunt. Or third? It’s hard to tell with the thrum in his veins, with Steve’s head tucked against his shoulder. Steve’s eyes outshining the stars.

“Bathroom,” Steve murmurs, and then he’s up and climbing through Eddie’s window with a grace belying his buzzed state. “Be right back.”

Eddie finishes the blunt, watching the smoke curl up into the night while he mourns the loss of his warmth. Tells his stupid feelings to fuck off for the thousandth time. Steve will never be into him like that, so-

“Erm … Eddie?”

Steve’s voice floats up to him, shaky and confused. Eddie frowns.

Then he remembers.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he squawks, clambering up on shaky limbs and propelling himself through the window. Because he left his sketchbook open on his bed and oh God, please, don’t let him have the sketchbook.

Steve has the sketchbook. He's staring at the open page with a blank expression, the page that Eddie filled last night in another weed-fuelled frenzy.

“Dude,” he mutters. “Are those pin-ups?”

For a moment, Eddie's tempted to claim that it isn't what it looks like, but seriously?

The pictures may be stylized and cartoonish, but there’s no denying who the guy in the revealing outfits and provocative poses is. The voluminous swoop of hair. The scars poking out from the low-riding gym shorts in one sketch. The sailor outfit and the ice cream scoop balanced loosely in one hand in another.

Steve glances up at him, hand hovering over the largest picture - the one of little pin-up Steve propped up on his nail bat, the skirt of his cheerleading uniform riding up his muscled thigh. Eddie’s soul departs his body.

“Listen, I'm sorry,” he says. Steve slaps the book shut and he flinches.

“Yeah, you damn well should be.” Eddie screws his lids shut, bracing himself for a punch- ... but the fingers that touch his jaw are featherlight. “You got the moles on my thigh all wrong.”

Eddie’s eyes fly open.

Steve winks at him. His smile is bright like the stars, his blush hot like the sun as he slowly leans in.

“Y’know, if you wanted me to pose for you … all you have to do is ask.”

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[withacapitalp]

Vanilla with Fresh Strawberries

written for ‘cake’ @steddiemicrofic wc: 311 | rated: T | cw: parental neglect

Steve's birthday cake is always vanilla with fresh strawberries.

It's always been vanilla with fresh strawberries, because that's what his mother ordered every year. And, once his mother started following his dad around the country, that's what Tommy and Carol remembered having, so that's what they got. Then, after Tommy and Carol dropped him, Robin somehow figured out that vanilla with fresh strawberries was Steve's normal birthday cake order, so she started to get that.

Vanilla with fresh strawberries from Joanie's bakery right in the middle of town. That was the routine. That was how it always had been.

And because that's the routine, because that's always been the routine, Steve feels justified in being confused when Eddie hands him a chocolate cupcake.

"Happy birthday, my darling," He crooned as he did, looking around discreetly before leaning over the counter of Family Video to press a quick kiss to Steve's cheek.

"What's this?"

"A cupcake?" Eddie replied, sounding just as confused as Steve.

"It's chocolate," Steve shot back, like that should explain everything.

"Yeah? It's your favorite," Eddie said casually, completely missing the way that Steve's eyes grew wide and his breath caught in his throat.

There were a lot of things Steve could have said at that moment. Things he could have said to Eddie

He could have told Eddie about his normal order. He could have told Eddie that he found out he was allergic to strawberries when he was eight, but no one else had noticed that he broke out in hives if he had anything with strawberries in it. He could have told Eddie what this single stupid cupcake meant to him, about the way his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

"Chocolate is my favorite," Steve said instead, taking a small bite and savoring the taste of actual, real, love.

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[steddiewithachance]

Vampire Pancakes

A response to this writing prompt. Thought it was too cute, had to write it! @dwobbitfromtheshire

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No one really knows what to do with Eddie right now. Everyone is jittery around him, going so far as to hold their breath when he so much as twitches. Even Dustin is squinting at him with calculating eyes; he's analyzing Eddie for threat.

Eddie will continue to courteously ignore the hand that Nancy is keeping stationed on her belt conveniently close to the little pistol everyone knows she's hiding. It doesn't matter that Eddie helped them kill Vecna, or that he saved Baby Byers' life. It doesn't matter when he has sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a thirst for blood. He can't blame 'em for being scared.

Eddie thinks about his dad. Wonders if even Al would see Eddie as a monster now.

Eddie got picked on a lot as a kid and he'd often come home from school tired and weepy. Al would look up from the couch in that black tank top he always wore. He'd set down whatever he was smoking to pat the spot next to him.

"What happened Ed? Was some little shithead mean to ya?"

Eddie would nod and slump into his father's side, eyes burning from the spicy, smokey air. When Eddie pressed his face into his dad's arm, Al would pull back and pat his head with sorrowful eyes. Al didn't really know how to comfort a kid or maybe he thought that being distant was in Eddie's best interest.

"You're too soft, Ed. Ya gotta make those kids think you can pack a punch. Chin up, eyes mean, shoulders back. Make 'em intimidated, make 'em fear ya."

So like any kid who thinks their dad's word is law, Eddie listened, or tried his best at least. But his dad never said that mean eyes, dark clothes, and loud music would get him accused of witchcraft by a bunch'a angry jocks and chased straight into hell.

Now his sheepies -his kiddos- are looking at him like they're scared, like they can't trust him and that is a fucking gut punch. Because pretty early on in his high school career, he decided that his purpose was gonna be standing as a shield for other kids like him. He wanted to be a source of safety and warmth in an otherwise cold and unforgiving storm.

Being feared is lonely and sad, Eddie has discovered, and he worries this is his new permanent reality.

Eddie quietly sits through his friends hammering out the logistics of a nighttime schedule to organize sleeping shifts so someone always has an eye on him. It's sick. Eddie has to excuse himself to cry about it. He has no uncontrollable urges to eat anyone here, Steve does smell appetizing, but he wouldn't jump the guy.

He can still eat human food apprently, it barely does anything for him, but it's something. Eddie thinks it's enough to quell any feral urges he may or may not get. He thinks the party is being unreasonable about their safety precautions, but really, he'd probably do the same if there was a monster in the same house as him.

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It's a long night, he can't fall asleep but he'll pretend to so that everyone can relax a little. The changing of the guard chafes at him and makes his lip quiver. He bites his lip to prevent a wounded sound from slipping out when Robin nudges Steve awake and says it's "his turn on hell shift". Eddie jolts because he remembers he has real sharp teeth now, and biting his lip does, in fact, hurt like a bitch.

"You're not asleep, huh?" He hears whispered into the air of the big living room after Robin has settled back into sleep. It's Steve's sweet and melodic voice.

"I'm trying." He responds, brokenly.

"Wanna get some fresh air with me for a minute? I need'a smoke." Steve is already shrugging the sheets off of him and carefully stepping over his sleeping friends towards the back door. Eddie doesn't think he has a choice, but to follow. Stepping out of this stuffy room does sound like a relief though.

Eddie makes the same journey through the sea of teenagers sprawled across Steve's floor and out the sliding glass door. When he steps onto the patio, all of the crickets stop chirping around him. The night goes silent. What the fuck? Is that because of him? He loves the sound of crickets, though.

He walks over and curls up in one of the Harringtons' fancy-loungy-pool-chairs. Steve stays standing, leaning artfully against the side of his house next to the glass. He flicks open his lighter and the small flame illuminates his square jawline with a warm glow. He's so achingly handsome. He's like a movie star, or a model.

"You okay?" Steve asks conversationally.

"Not even a little."

Steve sighs and pushes off the wall to walk towards Eddie's chair. He sits at the foot of it and swivels so he's looking at Eddie.

"I'm really sorry Eddie. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I won't pretend to." Steve sets a hand on Eddie's ankle and Eddie could cry from the small gesture of comfort that he's practically writhing for. "I feel like what happened to you is all my fault. I know that 'sorry' wont cut it, but for the record, I am. Completely and utterly sorry." That's a silly thing to think.

"It's not your fault, are you kidding? How do you reckon it's your fault?"

"Sending you with Dustin? Alone? Putting all that responsibility on you?" Steve looks down at his cigarette with disgust. He twists it into the cold concrete next to his socked foot and looks back at Eddie. There's no fear in his expression, and for once Eddie is grateful for his reckless bravery.

"It was the best plan and we all agreed to it. Don't sweat it, Harrington." Eddie feels like he's not all there. Feels like maybe if he was more composed he could comfort Steve better, but he's hungry and dazed, sad and tired. Steve nods solemnly, and clears this throat.

"And about everyone being kind of on edge... It'll pass. I think they're all thinking about when Billy Hargrove got possessed by the mind flayer and went homicidal on us. He tried to kill all the kids."

Eddie desperately wants to hear all the other Upside down stories one day. He keeps trying to stitch together all these scraps of lore that keep getting dropped on him. He has no right to ask about something so traumatic, so he'll just be patient and wait for more lore to drop.

"Everyone's just being cautious. Vecna's dead though, so I'm not really sure who they think would possess you." Steve finishes and squeezes Eddie's lower calf where his hand rests.

"I get it. Kinda hurts my feelings, but I get it." Eddie mumbles and feels his eyes getting heavy. He wonders if he could fall asleep out here. Maybe if the crickets were still chirping and it wasn't so goddamn quiet.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." It's fine, this might not even be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

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In the morning Eddie curls himself into Steve's little kitchen nook. Eddie kind of loves the window seat, it's something his mom would have wanted, Eddie theorizes. She was always looking out windows, probably daydreaming about escaping. Eddie does it too.

The kids seem warmer this morning. There's no more hushed whispers or pointed looks. They're talking and moving around the house less cautiously. Hopefully, the stiffest interactions and the worst of their distrust is behind them. Nancy's still watching him like a hawk though.

Steve shuffles into view, his socks are bunched up around his ankles. It's cute.

He holds out a plate for Eddie with a dumb smile on his face. When Eddie reaches for it, he sees a stack of pancakes and the top pancake has a little face made out of blueberries and two whipped cream fangs. It's a vampire pancake. Steve made Eddie a sweet little vampire pancake.

"Oh my god, you're so adorable." Eddie squeaks and makes a grabby hand for the fork Steve's holding. Steve blushes and hands over the fork.

"Do you like it?" Steve asks coyly. The pancakes feel like a hug, they feel like an apology that Steve doesn't even owe.

"I love it, chef." Eddie pokes at the pancake-vampire's cheek. "I don't know if I can eat him. He's too cute." Eddie giggles. Steve looks up at him with bright sparkly eyes. God he's perfect. Eddie's hungry for him in five different ways.

Robin and Dustin come up beside Steve to look down at the plate.

"I want one!" Dustin announces loudly. Steve turns around and heads back to the stove, he looks so proud of himself.

"You can have normal pancakes. Those are special for Eddie." Steve says with a wink. Dustin looks down at Eddie and pouts at him as if Eddie has any say in who gets what kind of pancake.

"Dustin had to watch it all happen, he should get one too." Eddie tells Steve earnestly while Steve is pouring more batter into the pan.

Dustin gloats and yells "Exactly! Thank you, Eddie."

And it feels like things are gonna be okay.

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[messessentialist]

JANUARY MICROFIC - Fixation

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | RATED: T | CW: none

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They're hiding from the heat in Eddie's bedroom when it happens.

Eddie is draped across the bed, t-shirt rucked up under his armpits to let the window unit cool his tacky skin. Steve, in turn, is sprawled in the rickety chair, making slow work of shuffling through the contents of Eddie's desk drawers.

"Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a hoarder?" He asks, casual, and rattles an Altoids tin full of loose screws and washers in Eddie's direction. It's one of three such tins he's discovered so far.

"S'been said, yeah," Eddie sighs. "Mostly by people invading my privacy and smoking my weed."

"Shut up."

Eddie snaps off a lazy salute, but makes no further reply.

Steve is searching the back of the bottom drawer for further Sin Tins when his eye catches on something red. It's the curled edge of a notebook, crushed into the corner and forgotten. He tugs it loose, bending it back into shape before flipping it open.

"Oh, holy shit."

Eddie cracks one eye open, and then sits bolt upright on the bed.

"Steve, give me that. Right now."

Steve does not respond. He continues paging through the notebook, eyes impossibly wide.

It's…dicks. Every square inch of space on every page is covered in drawings of dicks. And not the lazy teenage graffiti type of dicks, either. There's an enormous variety of styles, from cartoonish doodles to hyper-realistic portraits, complete with intricately-scrolled frames. They're mostly in ballpoint blue or sketchy graphite gray, though some look like there might have been colored pencils or even markers involved.

"Dude," Steve breathes, holding the book out in front of himself and rotating it for a better angle on something, "some of these are…really good."

Eddie lunges for the book, but Steve easily snaps it out of his reach. He flops back onto the bed, heaving a defeated sigh.

"I'll have to kill you now."

Steve ignores him, flipping to another page and continuing his perusal.

"I mean, this one is crazy detailed. Did this dude, like…model for you, or something?" He brings it closer to his face, brows scrunching. "Is that…a piercing?"

"Prince Albert," Eddie groans from the bed. "If it's the one I think."

Steve's face has gone scarlet, voice weak. "People do that? Put a hole in their dick?"

And suddenly, Eddie has the upper hand again.

"They sure do, Harrington," he coos, saccharine. "Wanna see the original?"

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[hellfireloserclub]

for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine"

Forest fire

508/M/content warning drug use. 

“Dude, you're pining so much it's like staring at a forest.” Eddie turned his attention to the joint he was rolling, trying his hardest not to get distracted by his own hopeless one sided attraction. 

Steve lolled his head, snaking his mop of hair into the side of Eddie's neck, tickling at the spot right under his chin. 

“I don't get it?” he blinked up at Eddie, eyes hazy with the last round of weed.

“It's a pun. Pine tree, forest, your pining. Obviously moping over some unrequited love. Did Wheeler turn you down again?” Talk about self sabotage. Eddie wouldn't ever have Steve. He knew that,  but he wanted him to be happy. So he would support him in his romantic endeavours. Cheer him along every step of the way.  Even if it did feel like throwing himself on his own sword. 

“What are you on about Eds?” 

“You've been distant all night, practically tripping over that bottom lip of yours.” 

Steve shuffled his head deeper into his shoulder, it wasn't snuggling.

Eddie had to keep telling himself that.

It was just cold, and Steve didn’t like to smoke joints in the house. The pool house, however, was very much in limits. It had become a regular thing for them both to curl up in the wicker chair and share space, air, breath…

Bad Eddie no, stop it. 

Steve just craved touch when he was stoned, that was all. 

He always seeks you out though. The traitorous part of his mind provided. It didn't help that Steve's breath was ghosting his cheek now as Steve tried to read his expression and understand his words.

The lip reading was also high on the list of things that were out to kill him. 

Steve staring at his lips was sending all the wrong messages to his fragile brain. And Steve would stare all the time even when he was wearing the government issue hearing aids. 

“I don't know why you keep bringing her up?” Steve whispered, eyes narrowing as Eddie lifted the joint to his own lips, lighting it and taking a hit. Without thinking he lowered the blunt to Steve to take a drag. He expected Steve to take it from his hand, but the younger man lent in taking a draw straight from Eddie's fingers, never once breaking eye contact, blowing the smoke back into Eddie's face on the exhale. 

Fuck that was hot. 

Eddie's brain really needed to fuck off. 

“I know. That's why I did it.” Steve was staring straight at him when the smoke cleared, a mischievous grin on his face. 

Brain to mouth filter? Not on Eddie's watch. Apparently.

He quickly pulled another hit trying to hide his flush, but Steve was watching every move. 

“You should try that move on Nance.” Eddie coughed out. 

Steve reached out gently, pulling them together until Eddie could feel Steve's lips ghosting his own.

“I tried it on you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “But apparently you can't see the wood for the pine trees.” 

Oh… oh.. 

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[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemicrofic prompt: edge, WC: 509, rating: T

Eddie arrived home to a quiet house, which wasn't completely unusual for the Harrington home to be quiet but usually Eddie found his boyfriend moving around the kitchen making dinner, softly singing along to the radio.

"Steve?" He called out but was met with more silence. Strange, but Steve could be up in bed, maybe he had a migraine. Eddie checked quickly upstairs but found their bed cold and empty too. He'd seen Steve's car in the driveway so he hadn't left, and Robin didn't have her licence yet so she couldn't have picked him up, plus he'd have left a note.

Eddie went back downstairs checking the loving room hoping maybe Steve had just fallen asleep on the couch. Still, he was nowhere to be found. He went back to the kitchen ready to start calling around hoping maybe Steve was just visiting someone and forgot to leave a note. He was halfway through dialling the Hendersons when a shadow in the backyard caught his eye.

"Oh sweetheart," he mumbled to himself as he hung up the phone. Eddie grabbed a blanket off the couch and opened to sliding door to the back deck. Steve didn't flinch at the sound, eyes staying ahead. Sighing, Eddie wrapped the blanket around Steve's shoulders and joined him sitting at the edge of the pool.

The two boys sat silent for a few moments, Eddie knew better to just wait for Steve to talk, he'd made his presence known and that's what Steve needed right now. He wouldn't always talk, sometimes choosing to simply sit before they went back inside and curled up in bed. Sometimes Steve wanted touch, sometimes he'd just want to know Eddie was there.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Steve spoke. "It's been five years and I can't look at this pool and not see her." Eddie knew who they were talking about, after all only one girl had drowned in this pool. "She should be at college with, Nance, she should get to have a grave with a body in it, she should be here instead of," Steve choked out a sob instead of finishing that thought. Even though it ripped Eddie's heart to shreds, and wanted nothing more than to tell Steve he's loved and that it's not his fault, he knew Steve didn't want that, he'd said those words a million times before, Steve knew so Eddie waited.

Steve tilted his body until he lent against Eddie's side and Eddie let out a breathe as he was finally allowed to comfort his boy, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. He sat there with Steve crying softly in his arms until they slowed to a stop, it was time for bed.

Eddie took his hand leading him back into the house and upstairs, curling him into his chest and reminding him he was there, that he'd always be there.

"I think it's time to move, Steve."

"Do you think she'd forgive me?"

"I know she already has," and that was enough.

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[underburningstars]

one of us is dead 24

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt spirit, wc 247, emotional manipulation

James knows Regulus knows. He can see the shift in his eyes. His chocolate orbs now seem red with bloodlust. It puts Regulus on edge. James can kill him anytime he wants. But James acts as if nothing has changed at all. 

“Good morning, love,” James kisses his temple and Regulus is left frozen on the bed. James sits across from him and puts the tray with breakfast between them. “I’m thinking we should try going north today. We have yet to check all the rooms there although I’m pretty sure the rooms are shifting on their own.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Regulus says before he can bite his tongue.

James looks up at him slowly. He tilts his head to one side and gives him a once over, like a predator scrutinising its prey. There is a shadow of a smirk at the corner of his mouth that makes Regulus’ blood freeze in his veins. The smirk shifts into a bright beaming smile, “Of course I would. I’ve been living here a long time.”

Regulus swallows harshly and looks down at his plate again. He doesn’t have an appetite but he needs food if he’s going to stand strong against James. He is playing games with Regulus, he knows that. And Regulus doesn’t want to play along, but he also has no idea how to leave James’ playground. All the mind games are breaking his spirit, and perhaps, that’s exactly what James is aiming for. 

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[sailing-through-hawkins]

putting a pin in a daydream

✧ written for 'pin' ✧ word count: 388 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: stobin being stobin, eddie having horny thoughts ✧ @steddiemicrofic ~\(≧▽≦)/~✧

If there's one thing Eddie has learned about Robin-and-Steve/Steve-and-Robin, it's that their conversations are like a bottomless pit. Trying to find the source, or what's holding the structure together or how this led to that, it's like tying a rope around your waist and being lowered into the abyss. There's just no end or beginning in sight.

"I could be a pin-up girl!"

Eddie chokes as he walks past, coughing out his water with a weak thump to his chest. Steve pats his back, doesn't even glance his way, and Eddie tries to ignore the sparks lighting up in his -

"Oh yeah?" Robin says, rolling her eyes. "And what would I be, your stage set? The flower vase in the background? Tree number four?"

Steve's nose wrinkles so cutely at the remark and Eddie doesn't bother pretending he's not listening anymore. Especially when Steve's eyes go wide and he snaps his finger, his own little 'aha' moment. "We could both be pin-ups!"

The very thought of Steve in a magazine, ready to be ripped out, oh, he could be wearing Eddie's vest -

"Ew, what?"

"Think about it," Steve says triumphantly and Eddie absolutely is. "Me for the guy-likers, you for the girl-likers!"

Robin actually considers it. "What about the no-one-likers?"

Steve scrunches his brow, then shrugs. "A cooking page? Baking? Crochet? I don't know, there's something for everyone."

"Could have," Eddie says hoarsely, clearing out his throat when two pairs of eyes snap to him. "Could have lots of educational shit on there."

"See, Eddie gets it," Steve says, his hand still on Eddie's back, rubbing up and down soothingly, warmly, sweetly -

"Whatever," Robin scoffs. "I bet I'd be put up on more walls than you."

"I'd take that bet," Steve grins and Eddie's mind is flooded with the image of that grin plastered all over his bedroom, one as a firefighter, another as a knight, maybe even one as a rockstar's groupie, laying down in his bed and -

"Oh yeah," says Steve, looking over at Eddie with a bemused smile. "Why'd you stop by anyways, Eds?"

"Just, uh..." he swallows. "Don't remember, actually."

"Ah, hate it when that happens." Steve pats his back sympathetically and takes his hand away, Eddie's skin crying out for the warmth again.

"Yeah," Eddie exhales, mentally slapping himself. "My brain, man."

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[fuctacles]

of swords and holes

@steddiemicrofic "hole" | G | 404 | cw medical drugs | transfem Stevie, pre-relationship, mutual pining | part 2 here

“Boop.”

Eddie sighs.

“How long is she gonna be like this?”

“Well, how has she reacted to anesthesia in the past?”

“Uh.”

He thinks back to their post-Vecna hospitalization period.

“She’s a lightweight.”

The doctor chuckles.

“Well, the worst of it should pass in half an hour.”

“Why is there a hole in your ear?”

Eddie sighs, pulling Stevie’s finger away from his earlobe.

“Thanks, doc. We’ll holler if anything changes,” Robin answers this time, attracting her friend’s attention. She blinks up at her.

“Why does he have a hole in his ear?” she asks again in a tone suggesting a whisper.

“Why do you have tits?” Robin asks back and she pouts.

“I don’t-” She looks down and cuts herself off. “Holy shit! I have tits!”

“Yeah, you do.” Robin chuckles, patting her hand.

Stevie looks up to the other side, grinning happily.

“I have tits!”

Eddie smiles at her.

“Yeah, pretty girl.”

Her smile widens, and then she’s looking him up and down.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

Robin starts cackling, while Eddie goes red in the face. Stevie looks between them, lost, before coming to a conclusion.

“Ah, sorry. If you were my boyfriend I’d never let anyone put holes in your ears,” she says sadly, shaking her head. Robin starts howling.

“Oh, okay, so it’s a Bully Eddie Day, I see,” he scoffs, amused nevertheless. He raises an eyebrow when Stevie starts excitedly patting his knee. “Yes?”

“Eddie!”

“Yes, that’s me,” he smiles.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your holey ears. I’m just angry you can’t wear the earrings from me.”

Eddie was lost and Robin was laughing herself to death. He might be dying too, actually.

“You never gave me earrings?”

“Because!” She squeezes his knee almost painfully. “You said you were stretching your ears before I could give them to you!”

He hesitantly puts his hand on hers.

“I’m sorry. Can you describe them to me?”

Faced with her pouty lips and tiny frown, Eddie was melting from the inside.

“They were swords. With tiny gemstones on the handles.”

“They sound lovely. Do you still have them?”

“Well, yes. Was gonna figure out how to make a necklace from them.”

“Can I have them? I don’t think I’ll be stretching my ears more anyway.”

“You want them?” Stevie’s eyes sparkle.

“I’d want anything you give me,” he admits.

Robin was alive again and fake-retching next to them.

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[imfinereallyy]

Steve is losing it. He has been here before, mind stretched beyond belief, cracking, snapping in half.

He squats down behind the counter at family video, hands around his knees, head bent into his lap. Steve rocks from heel to toe, heel to toe, so the rest of his body never hits the floor. He takes a deep breath, trying to push past tears. Push, push, push.

The breath stutters, Steve sobs.

He needs to get it together. He needs to push beyond what’s happening right now. Steve can do it; he’s done it alone before. He’s always alone. No one can see him like this. He would filled with shame if they did. Not because he thinks they would care. No, Steve worries they wouldn’t care very much, if at all.

Silly Steve. Always alone. Can’t move on. Always alone. Can’t break free from the past. Always alone. Can’t look beyond his own bullshit. Always alone.

Always Alone.

Always Alone.

Always—

There is a hand on Steve’s back. Gentle. Cautious.

Someone is here.

“Stevie?” The voice says softly.

Steve knows that voice. He gently raises his head and blinks away the tears. “Eds?” His voice creaks roughly; he worries for a brief moment if he has been shouting.

“Stevie…” Through the blur, Steve can see Eddie’s eyes soften at Steve’s disheveled state. A shameful heat bursts through his veins.

“Steve,” Eddie says a bit firmer, but not harsh, grabbing Steve’s attention. “What do you need?”

Steve is surprised for a moment. Eddie doesn’t ask, are you okay? Or how can help? No. Eddie asks, what do you need?

Steve shatters. “Please,” is all Steve gets out before collapsing in Eddie’s arms as he sobs. Eddie doesn’t say much, just sways them back and forth and strokes Steve’s hair.

Steve feels safe here.

***

just a little thing, inspired by my panic attack today. projecting and writing, my fav. also sorry if it makes no sense. anxiety really wiped me out.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The adventures of Eddie Munson, jerk

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: T

Tags: modern AU; meet cute; HOH Steve Harrington; Eddie "foot in mouth" Munson; Eddie being a horny shit

Notes: based on this idea I posted a while ago. I'd link it, but alas, the tumblr search function sucks. I'll add it when I find it I guess. (Edit: found it!)

Ping.

Eddie's about to commit homicide in an airport terminal. Walk over to that asshole with the laptop and throttle him with the cord. Bury him in a shallow hole, chuck his beeping hell machine right-

Okay, breathe. 

He's overreacting. The guy's an inconsiderate jerk, but he doesn’t deserve to be murdered. Eddie's just a bit on edge ‘cause he got up at ass o'clock and now his flight is delayed and his neck is hurting from the plastic chairs and his phone is dying and- 

Ping.

Okay, that's it. 

Eddie stomps over, propelled by rage and too many energy drinks.

“Hey, asshole!”

Laptop jerk just continues typing. So he thinks he can ignore him, huh? Eddie reaches him just as the laptop dings again, grabs him by the shoulder. 

“Hey, dickhead, I'm talking to you.” 

Laptop jerk flinches so hard he nearly sends his device flying, head whipping up and- 

-shit, he's cute. Big, hazel eyes full of shocked confusion under a swoop of chestnut hair. Perfect, pouty lips parted in surprise. Eddie has a sudden impulse to wrap a hand around the curve of that throat, drop his voice, tell him to say sorry like a good boy. 

Which would be … wildly inappropriate. 

“Listen,” he says instead. “Your beeping is annoying the living hell outta me, so-” 

Something is pressed into his hand. Something rectangular and plasticy, like a business card.

“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters, lifts it so that he can read what it says. 

Hi, I'm Steve. I'm hard of hearing. 

Wait, what?

Eddie's eyes flit back to laptop jerk's face. He's smiling, but there's a distinct undercurrent of confusion and concern. Like he doesn’t know why Eddie's so angry, which is true of course, because he can't fucking hear, has no idea what he did wrong and fuuuuck, who's the jerk now? 

That shallow hole still sounds tempting, just for entirely different reasons. 

“Erm, it's just …” he starts, more slowly now, those pretty eyes following the movement of his lips. “I've been wondering if maybe …” 

Steve tilts his head. 

"... you'd wanna have coffee? My flight's delayed and-” 

If the curl of Steve's mouth is anything to go by, he knows exactly that this isn't what he wanted to say. 

He nods anyway. 

By the time Eddie’s flight lifts off, his phone is dead, but there's a sticky note with a number tucked into his pocket.

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

the secrets that you keep | for @steddiemicrofic's April prompt: Fool AND for my submission to this month's @steddiesongfics, Talking In Your Sleep by the Romantics!

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 454 | rated: M | on AO3

Eddie Munson isn't an idiot.

You can't fool, trick, or cajole him into believing the impossible.

And what he and Steve are doing, have been doing, it's impossible.

Okay, not impossible, seeing as how they have been and it’s been nothing short of amazing. Steve's almost unbearably sweet, the sex is indescribable... but it can't last. No matter what Eddie's feelings are on the matter.

He's known from the beginning that he's nothing but an experiment for the younger man,

“Mhm... Eddie..”

He knows where he stands in the general hierarchy of life, and it ain't higher than his knee.

“....More... please.”

Even now, as he listens to Steve's soft moans and mumbles of some dream he’d be loathe to interrupt and it turns into his usual mumbled nonsense from beside him in bed,

“..Eds…”

Eddie knows that in the end, he'll force his way too big feelings for the pseudo Adonis next to him into the lockbox in the back of his brain,

“..I love you..”

And never think about them again after Steve gets sick of hi—

..what.

Eddie blinks down at Steve's sleeping face. “Steve?”

The golden sun come to Earth has the nerve to smile all soft and syrupy, quirk his lips up on one side, and mumble out another “I love you, Eddie.” clear as fuckin’ day.

Eddies heart is in his throat, its deep in the pit of his stomach, its impaled on the icy crags in his heels 

“Steve?” 

"...waffles.."

"Steve?!"

His last cry finally wakes the other man, the comforter whisking off Eddie's naked lower half as Steve whirls off the mattress, his bat at the ready.

Stark naked himself, standing firm between Eddie and the bedroom door with his head on a swivel, Steve slurs out a still sleepy "What happened, what'd you hear, what's wrong?” 

Eddie's traitorous heart makes it hard to say anything, but he manages to whisper, “You love me?”

It takes him a handful of seconds, but eventually Steve turns back to face the bed, much more awake than he had been.

“I do?” Eddie’s face must’ve twisted up at the questioning tone because he corrects course, “I mean, I do.. but how’d you know that? Did Robin say something?”

He starts to pace; quite the sight, him being bare as the day he was born with his bat still hanging from his fist, “I knew I shouldn’t’ve told her something that big (“Steve..”), but how could I not? I tell her everything (“Steve.”). But she promised not to say anything to you and now–

“Steve!”

Steve finally stops pacing, though he’s still avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

“Look at me.” and when he does, Eddie smiles and says, “I love you too.”

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[a-little-unsteddie]

Walrus

genuinely had so much fun figuring out what to do, and i have another idea that i may write for this same prompt, but!! have this!

written for @steddiemicrofic’s august prompt ‘cake’ || wc: 311 || rating: T || cw: none

As Steve watched Eddie fool around with the kids in the Byers’ backyard, he came to a horrifying realization. Maybe he was being dramatic, but as he watched Eddie put two raw hotdogs in his mouth to have make-shift walrus tusks, Steve thought it was perfectly reasonable to think the fact that he loved Eddie Munson was horrifying. Especially as this was the realization, his chest swelling with so much emotion it was hard to contain. Steve tipped his head back against the side of the house and groaned loudly.

“Fuck.” He sighed, lowering his head to once again watch as Eddie pretended to be a fucking walrus with Dustin laughing so hard at him that soda was coming out of his nose.

“What’s up, dingus?” Robin asked as she approached, handing him a coke. Steve sighed dramatically again, gesturing to Eddie. Robin looked to where he was, and then looked back at Steve with a look of disbelief. “Really?”

Steve groaned, “I know,” he crossed his arms and pouted. “I’m mad about it too.”

“I mean, seriously, Dingus. That?” Robin said, gesturing exasperatedly at where Eddie was now fumbling with the hot dogs that were once shoved in his mouth.

“I know!”

“You had the audacity to make fun of me for Tammy Thompson,” Robin then began laughing, even as Steve whined at her to quit. “Oh, man, first you tell me that Tommy H. was your bi-awakening, and now Eddie Munson?” She snorted, clapping her hands together in a way that Steve privately thought would’ve been a great impression of a seal, matching Eddie’s walrus impersonation. “This just takes the cake, Dingus!”

Steve sighed loudly, looking out at Eddie again, who was looking at the ground sadly. He looked up then, making eye contact with Steve and immediately flushed red. Steve smirked softly, and waved his fingers at him.

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