#steddiemicroficaugust

[aidaronan]

We're Closed

Another one for @steddiemicrofic's August "cake" prompt || 311 words || Rated T Read my other fill here (it spicy) Tags: Baker Steve, rock star Eddie, a healthy dose of innuendo -

Truthfully, Steve had never given much thought to the location of his bakery before. Geographically speaking, he knew he was around the corner from a massive concert venue, but given that he usually showed up to work at 3 or 4 in the morning, it hadn't really affected him.

Except…

"I'm not open!" Steve sighed deeply at the light bangs on the front door.

"I'll give you $500 if you open right now. A thousand. Ten thousand dollars."

Steve sighed again, flour dusting his arms up to his elbows. He did his best to wipe it on his apron, heading up to tell this asshole to kick rocks. He debated an empty threat to call the cops. Instead, he grabbed the baseball bat under the register and flipped it onto his shoulder.

"Seriously, dude. I'm closed."

"But sir, I will die. I will perish upon this concrete sidewalk. Lack-of-cupcake disease. Very advanced."

Steve met dark eyes through the glass of the shop's front door. "I don't even have any cupcakes made. I have a $400 wedding cake some asshole stiffed me on. You wanna buy that?"

"How many tiers?"

"Five."

The stranger moaned. "God, I love it when guys talk dirty to me. Flavor?"

"Various." Against his better judgement, Steve unlocked the door, letting the stranger spill inside in a whirlwind of tattoos, holey denim, and chains. He was--for all that Steve would've thought that kind of guy wasn't his type--very attractive.

"Tell me there's chocolate, Baker Man."

"Steve. And there's chocolate. With an espresso and hazelnut cream."

"Oh fuck me."

Steve snorted. "I guess that's one way to pay for a cake."

In the end, no sexual favors were exchanged. But Eddie Munson, apparent rock star, did insist on paying all $400, on guest listing Steve for his next show, and on scrawling seven little digits down Steve's flour-dusted arm.

#steddie #steddiemicroficaugust #fanfic #mine #steddiemicrofic

[geddyqueer]

hit the floor

for @steddiemicrofic "cake" | 311 words | T

The story Steve’s telling isn’t even funny, but this random friend of Robin’s is laughing hysterically, and she’s going to set off his bitch-face if he’s not careful, so he shoves another bite of cake in his mouth. It’s—

“Dry as fuck,” Eddie mumbles in his ear, “is wedding cake always this nasty?”

Steve nearly spits the cake onto his plate.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes widening. “Oh, Eddie, I didn’t know your partner was Steve! Oh, I’m dumb.”

Steve and Eddie gape at her.

“Uh,” Eddie says, intelligently.

“Well, it was so nice to meet you, after hearing so much about you,” she says, and she disappears into the crowd.

Steve gapes after her. “Did she think we—”

“Huh,” Eddie says.

“Do we really give off that vibe?”

Eddie inches away from him.

“I mean, it’s not a big deal,” Steve says.

“Sure. Might ruin your game, though, if you were trying to pull tonight.”

“What game? I’m hung up on someone who’ll never see it.” He looks sidelong at Eddie. “They deserve better anyway.”

“Tell me about it.” Eddie doesn’t look up. “The guy I’m in love with would never be caught dead with the likes of me.”

“No way,” Steve says, even though it’s a punch to the gut, hearing that Eddie’s in love. “You can’t talk about yourself like that, Eddie. There’s someone out there who’s worth it. You’re one of the best people I know.”

“Hey, man, speak for yourself, you’re beauti—you’ve got a beautiful soul, okay?” Eddie finally lifts his head, catches Steve’s gaze, and the twinkling lights are like stars in his eyes. “That girl you like would have to be stupid not to realize that.”

“Girl? What girl?”

It takes another long moment for the conversation to click.

“Wait,” Eddie says.

“Oh,” says Steve.

The kiss is electric. The cake hits the floor.

#steddiemicroficaugust #this is not anything i'm supposed to be working on lol sorry #story inspired by my boss's weekend SORRY DAVE #my fic #steddie #is it an au? is it set ten years postcanon at one of robin's smith roommates' weddings? who knows

[mixsethaddams]

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘Cake’, 311 words

Rated G, pre-relationship fluff, no warnings.

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“You need to tell me your favourite flavour,”

Eddie’s head whipped around.

“Wha-?” he asked. “Mine?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, his hands in a sink of soapy water. “Your birthdays up next, right? I need to know what you like,”

Eddie stared at the side of Steve’s head, clutching the dishtowel he was using to dry the clean plates.

They were clearing up after a Party-only (and corroded coffin) get together for Dustin’s birthday.

Steve baked the most amazing strawberry cheesecake, and even made a special dairy-free cupcake for Gareth.

“Gonna bake a cake for me, Harrington?” snorted Eddie.

“Yes,” replied Steve easily. “I do it for everyone’s birthday,”

Eddie focused on the mug in his hands. No one ever baked him a cake before.

When Eddie was a kid, birthday cakes were store bought. They were perfect, don’t get Eddie wrong, but he was always curious about the homemade kind. If Wayne could have, he would have, but Eddie also knew his uncle was working every hour god sent to keep them fed and warm, so he never asked.

Steve was watching him closely, leaning sideways against the sink with a bubble-covered hand on his hip.

“You don’t need to do that,” mumbled Eddie, willing the blush he felt across his ears to go down. “Why would you even want to?”

“Because I care about you,” said Steve quickly, before a flush of red lit up his own ears. He cleared his throat and started washing dishes again. “So just tell me what flavour you like,”

Eddie bit his lip. They were both staring straight down at their own hands, the air thick with a tension matched only by middle school dances.

“I like…” Eddie said meekly. “Lemon. I like lemon, please,”

In his peripheral vision, Eddie saw Steve smile.

“That’s my favourite too,” whispered Steve, nudging Eddie with his elbow.

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lemon drizzle cake supremacy #seth writes

[momotonescreaming]

Surprise

Prompt: Cake | WC: 311 | Rated: G | For @steddiemicrofic

“Shit,” Eddie swears, looking down at his cake batter. “Shit, bitch, and balls.”

He’s been trying to bake all afternoon - key word trying. But now that he’s at the end Eddie’s sure he’s fucked it. There’s no way cake batter is supposed to look like this. It’s definitely not supposed to have clumps like spoiled milk. And it’s wet. Maybe too wet.

“Fuck,” he curses again, putting his hand on his hips in a way that’s very Steve. He’d smile at the thought if his cake batter didn’t look like throw up. Maybe if he bakes it, it’ll all come right in the end?

What the hell is he talking about, there’s no way it’ll come right.

He picks up the pan, making to throw it out —  when he hears the tell-tale sound of keys jingling outside the apartment door. Steve’s home early.

Fuck.

Eddie whips his head around, staring at the piles of dirty bowls, open packets, and the pile of cook books littering the counter. There’s no way he’s cleaning this up before Steve gets here.

“I’m home!” Steve calls out, sound echoing down the hall as he makes his way into the apartment. He reaches the doorway into the kitchen, eyes grazing over the mess, the cake tin, and Eddie, covered in flour in the middle of it all. He snorts. “Having fun?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, tense, still holding the pan. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Uh huh,” Steve says, a smile creeping across his face. “And that’s not flour you’re covered in?”

“Cocaine,” Eddie shrugs. “Sorry to break it to you, babe.”

Steve laughs, eyes shining. “Does the coke fiend want some help?”

“Yeah.” Eddie deflates. Pouts. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well colour me surprised.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss the pout off of Eddie’s face.

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #My Writing #first time trying one of these! #the wc part was a fun challenge but idk how to feel about the actual writing part

[vecnuthy]

the sprinkle

@steddiemicrofic for August prompt: cake | wc: 311 | T for language | cw: Steve has a splinter :( pre-Steddie

"Hey, Eddie? Can you-" Steve looked nervous. "Can you do something for me?"

Eddie squinted curiously before drawling, "Steeeeve," as he leaned his elbow ontop of his notes with a smirk. "What can I do for ya, big boy?"

Steve swallowed, reluctant to meet Eddie's eye. "So, um-" he cut himself off, blushing. "I would ask Robin, but she's out of town with her family, and I'm not going to the doctor for this because they'd charge through the roof, but I have a splinter."

They looked at each other for a moment before Eddie realized that Steve wasn't going to continue. "Oh, okay. Um." Eddie gestured to himself, "I have one nipple."

"What?"

"I have one nipple," Eddie repeated with tone.

"No, you ass, I know that. But I have a splinter, and I can't get it out. Because I can't reach it."

"Oh." Eddie shot him a suspicious look. "Well, my lack of nipple may not be sensitive anymore, but I am. One apology, please."

Steve dragged his hand down his face, exasperated. "I'm sorry about your nipple."

Eddie nodded solemnly.

"But my ass cheek is killing me, and-"

"Your what now?"

Steve blushed. "The splinter."

"Is in your butt?" Eddie completed incredulously.

Steve clenched his jaw. "Look, Holly wanted to do the seesaw at the playground, and that thing is older than even you - "

"Oh, fuck you."

" - and Robin's not here, so can you?" Steve twisted a little and pointed to the offending cheek. "Please?"

"It's this one?" Eddie asked as he pointed. Steve nodded, and Eddie poked Steve's plump cheek, making Steve bark out a noise and slap Eddie's hand away as the latter giggled gleefully.

"Why."

"At least we know you can still feel it."

"I just said it was killing me."

Eddie eyes sparkled. "One offending sprinkle from this slice of cake, coming right out."

#that's not the only thing that might be coming out soon 'ey-o #Steve's burning face when Eddie asks if he should kiss it to make it better #steddie #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie microfic #steddie fic

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie's One Rule

prompt: cake | wc: 311 | rating: T (for language) | for @steddiemicrofic's August prompt :)

Eddie had been perfectly clear on the “No Strippers” rule for his bachelor party. Tacky Las Vegas casino? Sure. Concerning amounts of tequila served in glow-in-the-dark shot glasses? Whatever. Karaoke at a space-themed diner?

… Okay. He’ll admit - that last one sounds fucking awesome. He’s been rehearsing a thrashy rendition of Mr. Roboto for weeks now. In all honesty, strippers were his only veto. 

But here they are, standing in a dimly-lit club that’s not even remotely close to the Vegas strip. 

“Low blow, man. Really.” Eddie gestures to the pole in the center of the room, then back towards Gareth. Should’ve revoked his Best Man privileges while he had the chance. 

Gareth ignores him and yells, “Bring it in, fellas!”

“Bring what in-”

The low strums of ‘I Touch Myself’ by the Divinyls flows through the speakers as the backdoor opens. The rest of Eddie’s wedding party begin rolling out a wooden cart with goddamn cake on it.

And it’s not an ordinary cake - not even an edible one. This one is clearly fake and almost six feet tall.

The cardboard lid pops off, revealing Eddie’s fiancé emerging from the top, fucking shirtless (which is the least surprising part of the evening).

His anger dissolves behind the sound of Steve belting the song, head swaying offbeat. Looking so damn happy. Eddie hasn’t made many good decisions in his life, but Steve is by far his best.

“Still wanna marry me after this little stunt?” Steve asks, pointing at the cake structure around him.

Eddie saunters over, rolling his eyes despite that swirling pulse of love in his chest. Steve automatically bends over from the center. Kisses him, still humming the song as their lips meet. 

“Why wait?” Eddie smiles. He brushes a few strands of Steve’s hair behind his ear and whispers, “We’re in Vegas right now, baby.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddiemicroficaugust #hi hello I haven't written in a while #or shared my writing in a while so pls be gentle #thank you to anyone taking the time to still read my silly little brain worms! #makes my heart so so happy 💖 #and yes - they get married by an Elvis impersonator at 3am

[steddieas-shegoes]

juliet's perfectly round and biteable ass

ANOTHA ONE for @steddiemicrofic August prompt "cake" wc: 311 rated: T cw: mild language/suggestive language tags: pining, subtle coming out

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Eddie never got caught, is the thing.

He managed to get away with staring for years.

Until he got clocked by Robin Buckley, her knowing look pointed towards him in the Upside Down as he practically drooled watching Steve walk away.

She didn't comment, but he could feel her staring at him every time Steve's back was turned towards him.

She finally spoke up in the RV, voice barely more than a whisper so as not to be overheard by anyone.

Steve was preoccupied talking to Nancy anyway.

"How long?" she asked him, sad smile on her face like she understood his pain.

"Years I guess," he replied.

"So is it just the looks or…" she continued, pushing as gently as she could for more information, more secrets.

"His ass is pretty nice, and I won't lie, up until all of this, it was mostly just his looks, yeah."

"But?"

God, she was so pushy. He kind of understood why Steve loved her so much.

"But now it's more like unrequited love. The shit Shakespeare wrote about. Romeo and Juliet and Juliet's perfectly round and biteable ass," Eddie sighed.

"So it's serious, then."

"I guess so. With any luck, we'll go our separate ways when we're done with all this shit and I'll get over him and his ass."

"You really love his ass," Robin chuckled.

"Yeah, I mean, I know you're platonic or whatever, but don't you see how perfect it is?"

"I'm not really into his ass. Or any guy's ass. You know?" she raised her eyebrows.

It took him a minute, but then he realized what she was really saying.

"Oh! Cool."

"Yeah. Cool."

The rest of the ride was silent, the pressure of what was coming too much to keep joking about his feelings.

He silently vowed to tell Steve about his feelings the moment they won.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #its just eddie pining so hard

[formosusiniquis]

caught flour handed

For the @steddiemicrofic challenge Prompt: cake | WC: 311 | G | no CW A Dustin POV steddie discovery, everyone's fave

Steve has been up to something for weeks. Dustin knows the only way to find out what he’s been up to: sneak in and go through his shit. He’s calling it sneaking too, because if he knows where the key is he doesn’t think it can be called breaking and entering.

He twists the front knob slowly so it doesn’t click in the latch, even mostly deaf Steve always knows when someone’s at the door. Eddie would say crouching before he’s even through the doorway is a dead giveaway that something’s up. But what does he know?

“There are more helpful places your hands could be.” Dustin freezes in place; his hand still on the front door.

“There are less helpful places my hands could be.” That’s Eddie’s voice responding, but his van hadn’t been in the driveway.

“You’re the one that said you wanted cake.” He’s too far from the kitchen to tell, but Dustin would bet Steve has his hands on his hips.

“What if I said I actually wanted beefcake.” 

Steve can be a bit of a ditz sometimes, but Dustin can’t imagine him getting cake and that confused. What would beefcake even be, meatloaf?

“I would say you should have said something before we got up.”

“I would’ve but y’know how you get when your mind’s made up, Sweetheart.”

“No, I don’t actually. Want to share, Edmund?”

“Only that delicious cake you’re making.” Dustin can hear Eddie’s feet moving on Steve’s tile flooring. He’s creeping up on the doorway now, but has to assume based on the giggling that Eddie was moving out of smacking range.

Moving even closer, Dustin can see Steve facing the oven. Two perfect, white handprints on the ass of his jeans. “Your child is lurking,” Steve says, “do you wanna tell him what you’ve been doing to his babysitter, or should I?”

#steddie #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie microfic #honestly writing a fic this short is the hardest thing i've ever done #the geography of steve's house is a mystery known only by the duffers but steve can see the street from his kitchen window in this canon #and he watched dustin bike down the street to try to spy on him #steve said i'm not gonna come out it will be much funnier to watch the curiosity kill this cat #anyway dustin gets a piece of warm cake a pat on the head and sent off to never think about what his two favorite almost adults get up to- #-when they aren't babysitting a bunch of 15yos

[hbyrde36]

It's never too late for a second chance

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt

🍰Cake🍰 wc: 311 | rated: G

“Dinguuus. You in here? It’s time to cut the cake. What are you…” Robin trailed off when she spotted him huddled on the floor of the men’s bathroom

Steve looked up at her, eyes swollen and rimmed in red.

“I can’t do it.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “You already did it, babe.”

He mumbled incoherently.

“What?”

“I didn’t sign it, Rob!”

Steve sighed, rubbing hard at his eyes and relishing the pain it caused. He deserved it after all. He’d gone through with this farce.

“What does that mean?” She asked.

“It means, I signed my name fucking Mickey Mouse on that marriage certificate. It means, it’s invalid. It means, I need you to help me get the hell out of here.”

When the coast was clear Robin escorted him through the kitchen and out the back door of the event hall. 

He glanced around looking for his car, but it was nowhere to be found. Robin had also suspiciously disappeared once he was outside. 

A throat cleared nearby and Steve froze. 

“A little birdie told me you needed a getaway driver.”

It was a voice he never thought he’d hear again outside of his dreams. Not after he’d fucked things up in such a spectacular fashion. 

Steve turned, and gasped at the sight.

Eddie looked good.

The simple black suit he wore was tailored to fit, hugging his body in all the right places. He was standing far too close, and Steve’s mouth went dry.

“You were there, weren’t you? At the church. Why didn’t you object?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to, sweetheart.”

“It’s always been you, Ed. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like it wasn’t”

“Well then,” Eddie began, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What’dya say we get out of here, big boy?”

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie fanfic #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #second chance romance #second chance at love #writing prompt

[wingedquill]

@steddiemicrofic prompt for august! | "cake" wc 311 | rating: T | cw: angst, temporary character death

(of course i figured out a way to make it angsty)

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Here is something deeply, deeply fucking pathetic: Eddie Munson is 28 goddamn years old and he’s never made a cake before. Even though Jeff offered to teach him, once, when it was Robin’s birthday and he was panicking over not getting her anything, but he’d turned him down and learned her favorite song on the guitar in a fever-dream 48 hours instead.

Idiot.

When am I gonna need to bake a cake again? he’d reasoned. Knowing a bit of Blondie might actually be useful.

Here’s when. Here’s fucking when. 

When are the gates opening up and spitting out a corpse. When is the ghost of Steve Harrington curled up on the couch with Robin and Dustin, practically catatonic, moving only to stare at the gathering sunset like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. When are his parents shaking down every airline they can for faster tickets home. When is his mom sobbing out her chocolate cake recipe over the phone, her voice warped by distance and grief-made-love-again.

It always made him feel better, she said, as Eddie fastidiously copied down time and temperature. It always made things okay.

So here he is. Baking a cake like he’s apologizing for Steve for like, dinging his car or giving him the flu, not for leaving him in hell for eight fucking years.

How many cakes will he have to make, he wonders, to make up for that?

How are any of them supposed to make up for that?

Eight years. Eight years.

Almost a third of his fucking life.

From the living room, he can hear a voice humming. Robin. Dancing in the Dark. The song is calloused permanently into his fingertips, Steve’s grave-dirt etched over it.

He pulls his fourth attempt out of the oven. It’s sunken in the middle.

He throws it away and reaches for the recipe again.

#steddiemicroficaugust #steddiemicrofic #angst #steddie

[atimeofyourlife]

It's a boy!

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: cake wc: 311 | rated: t | cw: none | tags: trans Steve Harrington this sat at 205 words for most of the month, finding that extra 106 was so hard!

After his first attempt at baking had nearly destroyed the trailer’s kitchen, Eddie had roped in Robin for help. Who in turn called in Dustin, who had then insisted that his mom would be the best person to help out.

So the three of them were crowded into the Henderson’s kitchen, with Claudia teaching them how to bake a cake. All she’d needed to hear was “It’s for Steve,” before she was agreeing to anything they asked.

As he watched Claudia work her magic, he found it harder and harder to understand how, exactly, he’d managed to mess up a basic box mix so badly, when she made it look so easy.

Eddie came up with the idea when Steve had told them that he was, well, Steve. Eddie wanted to celebrate Steve feeling comfortable and brave enough to tell them that he wasn’t the girl they thought they knew. Especially as everyone knew his parents weren’t the type to celebrate Steve the way he deserved.

Once the cake was finished and decorated, Eddie jumped into action to get everyone over, to surprise Steve. All the kids, Nancy and Jonathan, Hopper and Mrs Byers, even Sue and Charles Sinclair. Everyone who loved Steve crowding into the Henderson's living room, waiting for Steve to get off work. Dustin took the task of getting Steve to come over, calling him at work and making an excuse of something he needed Steve's help with.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, confused when he walked in. When Dustin had called him, he wasn't expecting anyone else to be there.

"We just wanted to celebrate you. Surprise, baby." Eddie replied, kissing Steve softly before dragging him to the table to see the cake. "For you, sweetheart."

Steve took in the cake, then started laughing as he read the words piped on in blue icing.

‘It’s a Boy!’

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve x eddie #trans steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #atimeofyourwrites

[aidaronan]

Blue

For @steddiemicrofic's August prompt: Cake || 311 Words || Steddie || Rated E for Enjoyable (and also for Explicit) Tags: Food There were no lights on in the Harrington living room, just the TV casting a blue tinge on everything in the room. On Eddie and Steve, moving together with frosting smeared across their skin.

It started with a joke, with Steve pushing the cupcake into Eddie's face after Eddie made a particularly annoying comment. The retaliation too was swift, Eddie grabbing broken bits of cake and smearing them down Steve's legs.

"Blue might have been a bad move for this pretty white carpet, Stevie boy."

Steve surveyed the scene before stepping down on a particularly big glob of frosting and grinding it in deep, jaw clenching tighter with each rotation of bare calf and delicate ankle.

"If you wanted to make a mess, I could think of ways that are a bit more fun." Eddie cleaned his face with a throw pillow.

"Mhmm. Keep joking like that and one of these days you're actually gonna have to fuck me." Steve cleaned his foot too, wiping it on a blank expanse of carpet before meeting Eddie's eyes. "Otherwise you might get a reputation for being full of shit."

Eddie opened his mouth, bottom lip trying to connect with the top several times. He swallowed. "Well."

"Well?" Steve gave him a look. Challenging. Goading.

Eddie's heart pounded for ten beats, twenty, his stomach churning in a spin cycle of fear and desire. Finally, desire won. He pounced, crawling up into Steve's lap. Steve welcomed him there, lips meeting in a hungry hello that still tasted vaguely of vanilla and sugar.

"God, finally," Steve said, and Eddie laughed into his mouth before instinct took over and they pawed at each other like animals. Then, like animals still: mouths and teeth. Growls and snarls.

"Should we ruin the couch too?" Eddie asked, panting.

"I think…" A deep groan. "I think we should ruin goddamn everything."

#steddie #steddiemicroficaugust #idk if i'm 100% happy with this one but i needed to write SOMETHING #steddiemicrofic

[steventhusiast]

very late to the party, BUT here is my @steddiemicrofic for the august prompt :]

prompt: cake | wc: 311 | rated: G | cw: referenced implied abuse in the past | tags: slightly angsty, established relationship, babies' first row

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Eddie is sat curled up in Steve's bed, sniffling as he tries to stop tears from falling. He and Steve had their first fight about two hours prior, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

The cause of the fight was so, insignificantly small. But, clearly, they'd both been running a short fuse today, because both of them raised their voices at each other, and they both were shaking, and then Eddie slammed the door to Steve's bedroom shut and it was over. But now what?

Eddie doesn't know what happens at this point in spats couples have. Well. He knows what his parents would do, but that involves cruelty, and bruises. He just doesn't know what healthy couples do. He's never seen it. In the movies, there's always a grand gesture and a heartfelt conversation, but does he have to do that over something as small as conflicting plans with friends?

He doesn't have any more time to think about it, because there's a gentle, hesitant knock on the door. He sniffles again, wipes a hasty hand over his cheeks to rid himself of tearstains, and takes a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

Steve slowly pushes the door open and peeks his head in. Unlike Eddie, he hasn't tried to wipe away any evidence of his crying. His bottom lip is still wobbling a little as he offers Eddie a shaky smile.

"Um. I don't know how normal couples end fights, but I really," Steve pauses to sniffle as his eyes well with fresh tears, "want this one to be over. So I made you a cupcake?"

As Steve finishes speaking, voice raising like it's a question, he fully enters the room and presents a single cupcake. Piped on the top is a simple red heart. Eddie giggles through a couple of his final tears, and accepts the peace offering.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicroficaugust #steddiemicrofic #steddie drabble #mywriting #stranger things

[after-the-end-times]

It's Totally a Demogorgon Cake, Isn't It?

August Prompt: Cake 🍰 WC: 311 🍰 Rated: G

A second cake for this table of stories @steddiemicrofic

"To be fair, I thought it was funnier when I ordered it." Steve said with a frown.

"Fair to who exactly?" Dustin, his supposed Best Man, asked unhelpfully.

"Well, me mostly, I guess."

"I mean, it is very pretty. Your guests will love it so there's that."

"Think The Party will turn and walk right out though?"

"No! Weeell. I mean...no, no I think you're good. We'll just tell them Eddie ordered it. They'll believe it. He's comes off as someone with a...dark...sense of humor."

"It's just! It went with my dark botanical theme so well! I didn't think it'd look so- so-" Steve flips his hand trying not to use that word, especially for their-

"Demogorgon-y?" Dustin helped out

"Yeeeeah yep. It's totally a demogorgon flower, isn't it?"

They stood there looking at the black, purple, and red multi-tiered floral wedding cake.

No going back now, Steve sighed.

"Ok, what if we just scooped off those flowers, scooched some others over, and-" Dustin said pointing at different flowers.

"Oh! The cake's here! Do I finally get to see it?" Eddie said as he walked into the ballroom.

Except Steve immediately threw his arms out and Dustin spun him back toward the door.

"Ok guys, what's happening?" He twirled out of Dustin's hands and made his way to Steve.

Always making his way back to Steve

Eddie held out his hands and Steve reached right back.

"What's going on, babe? Did they it mess up? It's fine. All that matters is that at the end of the day you're my husband and-"

"No! I mean, yes that's all the matters to me too, but no they made it perfectly. It's just- It's a little-" He sighed, not wanting to say it.

"Demogorgon-y." Dustin filled in.

Steve stepped aside letting Eddie see it.

And his eyes lit up.

"Oh! Oh, that's hilarious."

#It's a stepelia flower btw lol #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #I guess I have a writing tag now

[shares-a-vest]

'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

#drunken dialogue really made the word count fluctuate on this one #i've had like 5 different ideas for this prompt and yet i still chose the sillier one 🤦‍♀️ #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys ficlets #steddiemicroficaugust #steve x eddie #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #lilys microfics

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Observatory

written for ‘Cake’ wc: 311 | rated: T | cw: Suggestive

This is a prompt from @steddiemicrofic

I posted this on ao3, too!

This is from my Vampire Eddie AU but you don't need to have read that, it just gives addition context!

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"So, are you a tits guy? Or an ass guy?" Steve asks him one afternoon while they're taking advantage of a cloudy day, hanging out in a room with windows for once.

Steve's got a sandwich and Eddie's got a pen and a notebook, just so his hands don't feel empty while he watches Steve eat.

Eddie wants to roll his eyes, tapping the back of his pen against his mouth, but he can tell that Steve's kind of… being ironic with it. The Straight Guy act.

Last night they'd had another argument about why Eddie wouldn't just turn Steve into his bloodbag and maybe they'd gotten a little in each other's faces about it. And they'd quickly realized they were breathing each other's air and the argument had wilted so fast it could've been infected with the creepy spores from hell.

"Ass guy, all the way," Eddie replies, smirking at him.

He wants to push so badly, wants to wink at him or say something about athletes and Steve's tiny shorts, but he knows he's been running low on good will since Steve took him in. Maybe wants to push so hard that Steve finally gets sick of him.

"Makes sense, that's why you stare at mine all the time, right?"

Eddie chokes.

He has no answer for that, because Steve's laughing, stepping closer with his hands on his waist like he's posing for a magazine.

"You're not subtle, Munson."

Eddie buries his face in his hands. Peeks out between his fingers.

"Well, you know. I'm an ass guy."

Steve laughs, turning around just to wiggle his hips at him, making his ass move in his sweatpants, and Eddie can immediately tell that he's got nothing under them.

He's not sure what kind of sound he makes but Steve looks over his shoulder at him, batting his eyelashes.

"You're welcome."

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddiemicroficaugust #griefabyss69 writing