#steddie microfic December

[mrsjellymunson]

⏱ Time Me ⏱

Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘time’ | WC target: 485 | Rating: E 🔞 MDNI NSFW | CW: Smoking weed, allusions to other drugs, oral sex, a little bit of longing? | Tags: Pre-S4, enemies to enemies-with-benefits?

“Hey, King Steve. Watcha doin’?”

Eddie yells sarcastically towards the sports field on his way to his spot in the woods, watching Steve Harrington. He’s running up and down the worn-out track, checking his probably-much-fancier-than-Eddie’s digital watch every time he stops.

Steve punches a button and frowns, muttering a goddamnit before turning to face the least athletic-looking person he’s ever met.

“Just trying to improve my times, break my own record.”

Bitingly, he adds,

“Not that you’d know anything about self-improvement, freak.”

Eddie blows a derisory raspberry with his lips, lifts his arm and shakes his lunchbox.

“Well, if you’re interested I’ve got some things in here that might help.”

Steve responds,

“No thanks, I’m against artificial enhancement. And I don’t think a blunt’ll make me run any faster either. Most likely the opposite.”

Eddie retorts, sardonically,

“Maybe not, but I sure know a thing or two about post-game relaxation. You’ve gotta balance your training, Steve.”

He smirks, concluding,

“It might make you care a little less about your timings, too.”

Eddie cackles as he wanders off between the trees, leaving Steve to watch his retreating form with incredulity, and a little fascination, on his face.

That first time was coincidental. Steve, intrigued, followed Eddie into the woods, and they shared one of Eddie’s pre-rolls. Steve’s sprint times did indeed slip from his mind, and they talked and laughed more than either’d anticipated. Perhaps they’d leaned in and bumped shoulders a little too often. Perhaps Steve also spent a little too long staring at Eddie’s lips. Perhaps Eddie’d liked it a little too much…

Now, Steve finds out when Eddie’s going to be in his spot, and then takes some private track time exactly then. To work on his sprint, or whatever.

Moments after his battered lunchbox clatters against the old table, Eddie’s on his knees in the dirt, his own cock in his hand. Steve, with his head thrown back and arms spread across the edge of the tabletop, groans as his sweaty shorts are pulled aside and his long cock fills Eddie’s mouth and starts to nudge the back of his throat.

Eddie’s already taken it as a personal challenge to see how fast he can make Steve cum. Now he’s worked out what gets him going, it’s become surprisingly easy. Self-improvement, right?

But today, instead of a quick blowie in the woods, he wants Steve to stay a bit longer. Maybe agree to do this somewhere a little nicer, perhaps even somewhere indoors. He pulls off of Steve with a wet smack, continuing to fondle his balls and languidly stroke his own dick with his other hand.

Confused, Steve’s head drops forward, and their eyes connect. Smiling salaciously, Eddie murmurs,

“So, Stevie, right now I don't want you to finish in record time. How about we see if we can set another record? Today, I wanna see how long you can last…”

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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.. 

[fuctacles]

The best date that never happened

for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine". This is part 4 of the accidental AU i only write for random challenges now apparently.

508 | G | no cw | they say the b word!!!

1 / 2 / 3

Steve was moping. He’s been planning another round of holiday preparations with Eddie, but he ditched him at the last minute, claiming something important has come up. What could be more important than picking up a Christmas tree?

And maybe a cup of hot chocolate while they maybe walk around the stores brainstorming gifts for little shitheads, too.

Okay, yes, he was hoping to turn it into an impromptu date, sue him.

He had this perfect sneaky date day fully formed in his head for a week and now he had to go alone. While he wasn’t angry at Eddie, the bitter feeling wouldn’t leave him. Even the new Wham! couldn’t compare to Eddie's chatter if he was walking alongside him. He would comment on how creepy the nutcrackers on the display were, and how the hot chocolate could use more marshmallows. 

He passes dads with measuring tape and kids whipping each other with abandoned twigs. Everyone is looking for the perfect tree in their own way. 

Except for him. His perfect way would include Eddie. Or Robin, at least. But he wasn’t ready for her opinions right now. 

“Steve!” 

Over the Christmas chatter, a familiar voice broke out. He whipped his head around to look for the under-conditioned, beloved mop of hair, but all he could see was a Santa hat. Confused, he looked further, but the person in the hat started waving. With no more prompting needed, he jogged over.

“Eddie!” 

The boy’s cocky smile turned into a startled laugh when Steve ran into him and hugged him tightly, lifting him off the ground.

“Did you ditch me to play dress-up?” he asks incredulously after they part, pulling on the white pompom of his hat.

“Yeah, Jeff’s family needed an extra pair of hands at the last minute. I’m sorry for canceling our plans, but…” He perks up immediately, mischief in his eyes, as he pulls Steve deeper into the green maze. “I was told I could pick one tree for myself, but we both know there’s no space in the trailer for this, so I thought, what better way to abuse my newfound power to save a tree for my boy- My- My boy,” he settles on after a moment of stuttering. He squeezes self-consciously on Steve's hand but doesn’t let go. 

They stopped at the back of the fenced-off area, in front of a gorgeous pine tree. Its branches are full and even and the perfect height for Steve's living room. He’s not looking at it.

“Your boy?” he asks teasingly. 

“You are a boy,” Eddie counters. 

“I'd argue that I'm a man, but nobody says ‘manfriend’, do they?”

Eddie is red in the face, and so is Steve, with what he’s about to say.

“So… Boyfriends?”

Their hands are still clasped together, but Eddie smiles down at the ground, kicking stray pebbles.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

He’s not sure if he’s asking about the tree or the new status of their relationship, but the answer is the same anyway.

“I really do.” 

[paceprompting]

sticky, sweet, and silk

written for ‘candy cane’ wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: e | cw: no warnings apply | tags: established relationship, bondage, d/s elements, it's not that serious--they're just having fun

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“Feel okay, sweetheart?”

Eddie tucked two fingers underneath the length of red silk that ran diagonal across Steve’s ribs, testing the tension. Steve’s body heat had warmed the fabric, and he shivered as one of as one of Eddie’s rings grazed his bare skin.

Steve turned his head toward Eddie with a charmed smirk, despite the fact that he was one tied up.

“Perfect, Eds,” he murmured.

Eddie hooked his fingers into the silk and yanked Steve close, playfully knocking their noses together. Steve looked taller, but it was really just those long, sinful legs, so all that impeded Steve was the fact that Eddie had tied his arms behind back.

He angled his head as though he was going to give Steve a kiss deserving of those deep brown bedroom eyes he was giving, lowered eyelashes and everything.

“Then I should keep going, huh?” he whispered and stepped back.

Eddie knew he was an absolute menace.

He lived for standing on tables, climbing on tall speakers with his sweetheart guitar—garnering attention on every type of stage. He was first to jump on board—if it wasn’t his idea in the first place—to go traipsing around town following whims, playing whatever music they waned at the Hideout, and even making a horribly shaped but boozy chocolate cake that nearly knocked Robin on her ass.

And it didn’t help that Steve indulged him.

So, when Steve got back to the apartment after work to find Eddie thoughtfully staring at a length of red ribbon, clearly distracted from wrapping presents, and twisting it around his wrist and forearm…there was really only one way their night was going to go once Eddie bought a suitable length of red silk to wrap Steve up under their tree.

Steve laughed softly to himself as Eddie moved away, gaze following while Eddie inspected his work so far. The curves of silk along Steve’s ribs, wrapping around his biceps and holding his forearms together. The red was darker in the low light, runs of scarlet contrasting against him.

The only light was from the tree lights, warm multi-colored spots reflected on Steve’s body, completely bare except for the red silk around his chest and arms. Steve had stripped, but Eddie decided on borrowing a soft, cream sweater to wear over black boxers.

Steve was wrapped up in Eddie’s design, but Eddie himself wasn’t without a piece of Steve on him.

Running his fingers down Steve’s chest, silk and skin, Eddie hummed. He’d pictured his own personal present when he imagined tying up his boyfriend, and it was coming together under his heads better then he’d wanted.

“Onto your knees, babe.”

Steve let out a gentle moan, eyes fluttering shut. They’d reached his favorite part, and there was still more to come.

Eddie hadn’t purposefully touched Steve in a way to turn him on, but they’d both been in ropes before. The touches were tender where sometimes the ties and the ropes were rough, and sometimes Steve just had to look at Eddie with that confident smirk.

Then neither of them were to blame for their actions.

As Steve slowly dropped onto the thick rug with one knee, and then the other, Eddie carded his fingers into Steve’s thick chestnut hair. Steve settled into his position, knees hip wide and his pert butt between his heels.

Between Steve’s legs hung his hard cock, pink and wet. Eddie wouldn’t touch him, not yet.

The lights on the tree backlit Steve’s hair, a warm aura of light around his hair as Eddie gently tipped it back, revealing the length of Steve’s throat and the shape of his collarbones. Steve opened his eyes and stared up at Eddie, pupils blown out and dark. He let his head fall against Eddie’s palm, pliant and wanting.

He was ready.

And as far as he knew, so was Eddie.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Eddie slid his hand from Steve’s hair, hiding his smile at Steve’s restrained whine while he took three steps to the coffee table. He picked an item from their overfilled candy bowl and waved it teasingly at his tied-up boyfriend.

A candy cane.

Steve’s brow furrowed, until Eddie started pulling off the plastic.

Eddie padded across the rug and pressed the long rod of the candy against Steve’s pink lips. He didn’t open, nicely waiting for permission. His sweet Steve.

“Open,” Eddie instructed softly.

His lips parted and Eddie positioned the candy cane between Steve’s teeth, leaving his mouth stuck slightly open as long it remained there. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to hold a candy cane in his mouth, but that wasn’t the point.

Eddie reached for the camera on their bookcase, stepping back as he peered through to center Steve in the frame. Steve stared right at the camera, managing a quirk to the corner of his mouth. Cocky, despite the circumstances. Because of the circumstances.

He let out another moan as the flash lit the room and Eddie took his time shaking the printed Polaroid and waiting for it to develop. Steve closed his eyes and focused on his slow breathing, spit beginning to spill past the candy cane in his mouth and down his chin.

When his legs had started to waver, the picture was ready.

Eddie eyed it carefully with a grin.

Steve Harrington, captured forever on film while tied up in red silk with a candy cane in his mouth.

Perfect for the collection in a locked box under their bed.

Steve made soft grunting sounds to get Eddie’s attention.

Setting the picture aide, he plucked the candy from Steve’s mouth and sucked the end into his own. The mint was sharp and fresh on his tongue and slick already with Steve’s spit.

“What, baby?” he asked, blinking innocently.

Wrapped up and breathless, Steve licked the sticky sweetness off his lips.

He gave one request.

“Kiss me.”

And, well, Eddie figured he had done more than enough to get away with not saying please.

[skepsiss]

Before the Fire - Steddie Microfic

Getting my microfic in right under the wire...! @steddiemicrofic This month's prompt was pine, and I decided to do something a little "pre-steddie" inspired. Aka, they're not together-together yet, so not only is the practical word "pine" used here, but Eddie is also pining.

Page break/border by @/alderdoodle.bsky.social on Bluesky.

Length: 508 | Rating: G | CW: Suggested danger for a younger party member

"Watch this," Eddie said quietly, his tone almost conspiratorial as he waggled a pine cone at Steve and then wedged it into the fire pit. 

Steve looked exhausted as he wiped his hand over his face and watched. It didn't look like he had the patience for this right now, but he was entertaining Eddie anyway.

Eddie flicked his lighter on and had to try a couple of times before the pine cone started to burn in a brilliant green flame.

"Where'd you learn that?" Steve asked as Eddie sat down beside him.

"You don't run a five-year campaign and not learn a couple useful things."

"DnD? Really?" Steve asked rhetorically, sounding exasperated. 

Silence drew out between them as Steve watched the fire and Eddie watched Steve. It was chilly tonight and they both seen better days as Eddie took in the layer of grime on Steve's clothes and his hands. 

"We'll find him," Eddie said quietly, tentatively reaching out and squeezing Steve's knee. 

Steve just nodded and Eddie frowned before dropping his hand and staring at the fire as well. Steve was more than a little crestfallen; Eddie understood why, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try and cheer Steve up a bit.

"You ever camp as a kid?" Eddie asked out of nowhere. He folded onto his thighs, and he put his hands out toward the fire to warm them.

"No…" Steve answered unenthusiastically.

"Me neither. Unless you count sleeping out of a car with your old man." 

Eddie felt Steve glance at him, and he tried not to bristle; he had shared for a reason, and he hoped his sob-story was enough to distract Steve for the moment.

"It wasn't like he taught me any survival shit… well, he taught me that you can keep from getting hypothermia if you light a tea candle and put it on your car dash while you sleep."

"Is that true?" Steve asked, sounding vaguely interested.

"I don't fucking know," Eddie laughed, lulling his head and smiling at Steve. "I'm still alive, despite everything." 

Steve huffed a small laugh at that; Eddie was glad his dark humour had cheered Steve up.

"He's just a kid… he shouldn't be by himself," Steve said after a beat.

Eddie pursed his lips and looked back at the fire, feeling his own gut twist with worry.

"You were the same age… when all this started, weren't you?" He asked, trying not to sound accusatory. 

Steve's silence answered his question, and Eddie sat back up, not wanting to shame him.

"He's durable… had some great examples to follow. If I can survive this shit, I'm sure he's okay," Eddie encouraged, not certain if he believed it himself. 

"Yeah…" Steve answered back quietly. 

Eddie stilled as he felt Steve tip his head onto his shoulder, his hair brushing his cheek. He didn't say anything, but Eddie felt a warmth rush through his body at the contact. Steve was seeking out comfort and Eddie attempted to breathe even so he didn't break the spell.

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

One More Step

December prompt: time

485 words

Rating: G

No warnings apply

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“C’mon, Eds,” Steve whispers. He’s ignoring the physical therapist to their side, ignoring the doctors walking by the open door. He’s focused completely on Eddie, the way he takes an extra-deep breath before barreling through the motion, swinging one leg in front to take a halting, shuddering step forward. “Good,” Steve whispers. “Good, Eds, almost there, c’mon, one more step. You got this. Just one more step.”

“Steve,” Eddie whispers, closing his eyes and lowering his head. “Think ‘m gonna fall.”

“I’ll catch you,” Steve swears. “But you haven’t fallen yet, Eddie. One more step. Then we can go back to your room. Whaddya wanna do? Read? Watch TV?”

Eddie snorts. “Y’mean make f-fun of- of, uh.” He sighs out a breath, wobbles. “The characters.”

“Yeah, like I said, watch TV.” He grins at Eddie, his excitement growing as Eddie takes the final step.

His knees buckle, and he throws his arms out toward Steve, who swoops in and catches him, helps him get his feet back underneath him, shoulders most of his weight as they hobble back to the wheelchair.

Steve never thought he’d enjoy physical therapy. He doesn’t enjoy seeing people in pain. But he does love seeing people triumph, try to push through the pain to success.

Or, maybe, it’s his patient that makes all the difference.

He never thought he’d enjoy physical therapy, and he never thought he’d end up friends with the freak of Hawkins High, but somehow both of those things happened, and now he’s standing in front of the physical therapist as he proclaims Steve ready to assist Eddie on his own.

“He’s set to be released at the end of the week,” the therapist tells Steve, who nods. He’d gotten the same information from the doctor that morning. “He’ll need to do these exercises every day. Is that something you’d be willing and able to do?”

“Definitely,” Steve nods firmly.

The therapist smiles, shakes his hand. “Then congratulations on your first patient,” he jokes, but Steve’s smile as he turns to Eddie couldn’t be more real.

“You ready to get outta here?”

Eddie huffs a tired laugh. “No offense, Doc, but if I never have to come back it’ll be too soon.”

He just laughs, waving them out.

The exercises don’t get easier to do, but Eddie gets stronger, and he’s able to walk more. Soon enough he’s walking almost the full length of the hallway upstairs.

“C’mon, Eds,” Steve tells him, at the other end of the hallway. “You’ve got this.”

Eddie’s first few steps are easy, confident. About halfway through he slows down, and by the time he’s two steps away from Steve, he’s wobbling. “C’mon, Eds,” Steve whispers, an echo of the first time. “One more step.”

He manages the last two steps, falls into Steve’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispers, painting the lightest of kisses onto Steve’s lips.

Steve grins and kisses back.

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie microfic: I got you

Steve loves it when Eddie rubs his chest.

Written for the December @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pine,’ 508 words. Originally inspired by the ‘pining’ idea, then it evolved and some extra pine turned up elsewhere!

Rating: T. CW: A couple of sexual references. Tags: shameless hurt/comfort, sickfic, fluff.

***

Their first winter, Eddie got sick. Then Steve got sicker. He took to their bed with a cough that scoured his lungs, rattled his ribs. When Eddie arrived, Steve buried his damp face in the pillow. “I’m all gross. G-go away.”

“Sorry, Babe.” Eddie rolled Steve over, fingers skittering soothingly across his brow. “Kinda guilty here. You scored my germs.”

“Always g-got chest infections as a kid.” Steve shivered. “Ask my m-mom.”

“She won’t talk to me, remember?”

“Ugh. Why are my f-family shitheads?” The pang of irritation proved too much. Steve’s next breath jammed in his lungs. A coughing fit consumed him. Eddie helped him sit, rubbed his back till the worst passed. Then Eddie removed his rings—huh?—pulled the covers over them, and spooned Steve from behind.

His warm hand slid under Steve’s t-shirt. He rubbed Steve’s chest, so gently Steve hardly noticed at first.

“I gotcha, Sweetheart. I gothcha.”

Steve’s shuddering breaths fell in sync with Eddie’s caresses, beneath which painfully taut sinews softened. Steve’s chest still burned, his breaths wheezy, but… 

…Eddie’s touch got him, somewhere so deep it almost choked him again.

It became a regular thing, in sickness and health. Eddie’s guitar-string callused strokes across Steve’s chest—sometimes firm, sometimes soft—set Steve sighing, groaning, purring like a cat. He even adored the cool slide of Eddie’s rings, especially when they snagged in his hair.

One day, afterward, he littered Eddie’s agile fingers with kisses. “Wanna marry your hands.”

Eddie quirked a brow: “You got a mighty fine chest, Babe.”

Steve grinned, sent his own hands south on a far dirtier mission.

Next winter, Eddie scored a touring gig with a band who’d lost their guitarist. Steve missed him like crazy, ignored that tell-tale tickle in his throat, and went to work—peddling hotdogs in the snow. Eddie called daily around 3am, always losing track of time. Steve mainlined cough medicine and pretended so hard:

“I don’t miss your mess, man. I cleaned the shit out of this place—totally reeks of Pine-Sol.”

“Haha. Miss you too, Stevie.”

“Riiight. If you blow the drummer, I’ll repave the drive with your vinyl collection.”

Steve got sicker. The pine stench of the stupid polish caught on his chest. He coughed himself raw. That night, Eddie didn’t call.

Or, Steve didn’t hear.

When he woke, he tried to sit. Flopped back down. He was shivering, out of water, and coughed till tears streaked his face and blood spattered his hand. Scared now... He drifted, never quite sleeping, coughing less, instead struggling to drag whistling breaths. His bones ached. His head ached worse. Freakin’ terrified…

A gentle touch revived him: “Babe?”

He blinked. Eddie? 

“You didn’t answer last night. Caught the first flight home.” Seriously? “Do I need to take you to ER?”

“No,” wheezed Steve.

“Don’t be macho, dude.”

“Need c-cuddle.” That ‘not macho’ enough, Honeypie? 

Steve was too sick for decisions, so let Eddie make them. Much later, when Eddie slid into bed behind him and rested a warm hand on his chest, he knew he was mending already.

***

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Steddie Microfic December 3rd-9th Masterlist

just needed time by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: hospitals | tags: post-vecna, everybody lives, temporarily selective mute eddie, pre-relationship

One More Step by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

Time for Us by @after-the-end-times | Rated G | no cw | tags: Getting Together, In their 30s, 1/3rd Life Crisis Full of Melancholy and Ennui, Fast Burn (technically), Future Fic, Eddie-centric

you know i love you by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: implied friends with benefits, friends to lovers, idiots in love, first time, anal sex

Alotta Bad Boys Wanna Piece of Me by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated T | cw: recreational drug use | tags: could be read as canon or canon divergence, S2 post billy fight and nancy break-up

no happy ending? by @runninriot | Rated T | no cw | tags: pining, angst, emotional hurt, ambiguous/ hopeful ending

all yours by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated M | no cw | tags: omegaverse, rejection sickness, exes to lovers, mildly dubcon, safeword use, ignored safeword, omega Steve, alpha Eddie

With Somebody Who Loves Me by @onirislanding | Rated E | no cw | tags: anal sex, vulnerability during sex, Top 40 songs from the 1980s

pro players (game over) by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated M | no cw | tags: modern era, established steddie, rockstar Eddie, succubus Steve

Something Old by @mugloversonly | Rated G | no cw

Baby's first blowjob by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: Blowjobs; First times; Cock piercings; Confident Eddie; Confident Steve; Steve is a natural at cock sucking and Eddie’s ghast is flabbered

Hours by @griefabyss69 | Rated T | no cw

[wormdebut]

STEDDIE MICROFIC DECEMBER - ‘CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?’

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: Pine | WORD COUNT: 508 | Rated: T | CW: angst with an ambiguously happy ending

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“Steve. Could you just give the whole pining thing a rest? I’m literally getting fucking married.” Robin whines. You know what? That’s fair—it was her wedding day. Today was her fucking day.

Steve wasn’t going to ruin it by pining. There was no pine, alright?

It was fine that Chrissy’s best friend was also walking her down the aisle. Steve would walk with Robin and then Eddie would walk with Chrissy. There was no pining.

Steve shook his head, determined to snap himself out of it.

“Robs, there’s no pining. Okay? It’s—Eddie and I are long over. It’ll be fine. You know I’m over the moon for you guys. I couldn’t be happier for you both. Eddie isn’t even a prob—“

Robin tsks, clicking her tongue behind her teeth. “Yeah, Stevie. Sure. That’s why you’re ‘Robin rambling.’ No pining. Got it?”

Steve smiled. It was fake and they both knew it.

There was no thinking about his estranged ex—that he still loved, with everything he had—there was no thinking about that.

Everything was going to be fine.

——

The wedding went well, because of course it did. Nancy Wheeler was a hell of a wedding planner. Chrissy and Robin looked gorgeous and Steve and Eddie—Eddie wasn’t looking at Steve the whole time, and Steve sure as hell wasn’t looking at Eddie.

He wasn’t.

——

Steve had finally found some time to sit down. He had found some space to breathe, but not for long. Eddie waltzed his way up to the lone table.

“Dance with me.” Eddie says, his eyes were shining and Steve was tired.

“No thank you.” Steve answers.

“You can either dance with me or tell me you love me. Your choice.” Eddie says, and he’s smirking. The beautiful bastard.

Steve’s lips form a thin line. “Well—“ he starts, “—I’m not dancing with you, Eddie. So—“

Eddie laughs. “So you love me, then. That’s what you’re saying?”

Steve shakes his head. Yes. “No, Eddie. That’s not what I’m saying, but I’m not—we aren’t gonna make a scene at our respective best friend’s wedding. They don’t deserve that and you know it.”

Eddie looks at Steve. It feels like he’s looking straight through him. The smile he flashes is fake, hollow. “Thats not a no, Steve.”

Steve just stares at Eddie, daring him to say something else.

Eddie just shakes his head, grabbing something from his pocket and sliding it toward Steve.

It’s a fucking hotel key.

Steve scoffs. “Eddie. What the fuck is this?”

Eddie just smiles. “Don’t be stupid, baby. When you figure out why you aren’t willing to dance with me? Well, now you know where to find me.”

——

Later, after everything, Steve finds himself knocking on the door of a room at the Doubletree Inn.

Eddie answers fast. His eyes are wide, but he schools his impression quickly. “Did you decide you wanna dance, baby?”

Steve looks at him, really looks. There was never a choice. It was always going to be Eddie Munson.

“No.” Steve breathes. “It’s the other thing.”

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Wiggly-Worm Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by one of my faves @devondespresso

My worms this week are one thing I'm just tossing around and one fic I'm pouring my soul into.

The Brain Worm

For almost a year I've been tossing around a Moulin Rogue Steddie AU. I've had trouble feeling satisfied about casting, which is the main reason I've put it off. But earlier this week I was listening to my Steddie playlist at work, and picked out a bunch of songs to replace the originals, which got me all worked up again. So this is what I've got so far.

Steve is Satine and Eddie is Christian. Dustin is Tolouse and the boys are the rest of that group, with Lucas as the Argentinian (I want him and Max for the Roxanne dance -- but won't be violent in my fic, just strained). Billy is The Duke and Jason is his Bodyguard. Thought about making it Tommy, but The Bodyguard hunts Christian almost the whole time, hence Jason. I mostly just can't decide who's going to be Harold.

My main goal with the playlist is to still keep it 80s Steddie themed, with pop songs for Steve and metal songs for Eddie.

Eddie's intro to Dustin and The Party (The Sound of Music part) will Be Stairway to Heaven

Steve/Satine's intro will be an ABBA medley including: Dancing Queen, Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!, and Money, Money, Money

The dance sequence that follows will include a lot of Queen including Don't Stop Me Now and Good Ol Fashioned Loverboy

Steve's Solo ontop of the Elephant will be Dancing in the Dark

I'm still putting together the Elephant Medley because that's my absolute favorite, but it will be a back and forth between metal and pop songs

But most importantly, I'm switching out Roxanne for Tainted Love. I honestly considered just keeping it, but Tainted Love is one of my favorite songs so I'm doing it lol

My WIP what I've been working on

A Litany for Survival by @theheartofthekoko aka @carolperkinsexgirlfriend

Been pouring my whole soul into beta editing this past week for Koko's A Litany for Survival. I've been helping out since December and they've wrapped everything up and uploaded to Ao3 WHICH IS SO FUCKING EXCITING ahhhh!!!! Goddamn babes you did it, birthed a whole 180k AU and it's so fucking good. Honestly so proud you though fr.

Now that that's finished, I'll be helping with a few spin-off one-shots in the same universe.

As for my own stuff, I'm going to work up another fic for the July microfic prompt One, but I'll do the 1,111 option since I've done Moles for 111. I really want to get back to my A Desperate Fool series, and I'm going back to The Babysitter Chronicles. I swear I'll finish it one day.

[fastcardotmp3]

🌟 Fic Writing Review 2023 🌟

tagged by my beloved and adored @fragilecapric0rnn & @gothbat99🩵

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

🎆 words & fics

424,406 words published to ao3

(who knows how many unpublished, I shan't be counting!)

25 published works (yes, many of those are because kas!chrissy and bear au are both structured into shorter snapshots/ episodes, but they still count because I wrote them!)

1 completed sequel (shining trinkets of grief) and 1 completed prequel (no one else will do) to fics written in 2022

🎆top 5 fics by kudos

The White Rabbit - In which Steve is trapped in the Upside Down, and even if his perceived death isn't real, the grief for him is. (63k)

METAMORPHOSES - In which Eddie was Kas and then he wasn't and he never got much of a say in the matter. (161k)

wish on an eyelash - In which Max watches Nancy and Robin grow into something more, all the while growing into herself. (18k)

no one else will do - In which before there is tragedy and before there is healing, there are a couple of dumbasses having sex (a someone else's favorite song prequel). (11k)

Unreliable Narrator - In which Eddie reads the audio book for Nancy's horror novel, and discovers some things about his own story in the process. (5.5k + podfic by @n0connections!)

🎆fandom fic events in 2023

@thefreakandthehair's Spring Fanworks Challenge: always; never again

Steddie Microfic monthly prompts:

July - here we go again August - butter cake September - wildfire October - more for your money November - rest stop December - fluke

[redacted] gift fic exchange for [redacted] (:

🎆continuing WIPs into 2024

Everything is forever and eternally up in the air, but here's what's probably coming with me into the new year! I am so grateful to have spent this year delving into worlds that made my brain buzz and getting to live in those worlds with such generous and kind souls in this thing we call fandom. I can't wait to continue next year 🩵

The Golden Afternoon - Sequel to The White Rabbit, Steve POV

The Hawk - Nancy-centric "The Bear" AU, Multi-POV

how the light gets in - Kas!Chrissy AU, Wheelingham, fridged girl x final girl

Uncle Eddie - the yet unposted full-length fic of this drabble, Eddie POV

🎆tagging with zero pressure and lots of love: @cheatghost @kkpwnall @stargyles @hellsfireclub @figthefruitfaeth @judasofsuburbia @capriciouslyterminal @seths-rogens @yournowheregirl

[griefabyss69]

Grief's Steddie Microfic Post - 2023

Hello, this is an archival list of the steddie microfic challenges I wrote in 2023! Titles are tumblr posts, AO3 links are beside them.

JULY - POOL - 442

» Moondance - G - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Steve wants Eddie to join him in the pool at night, but Eddie's reluctant because leaving the house feels too dangerous, even if it's just in the yard. It's hard to say no to Steve though.

» Dive - E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

Eddie loves Steve's body, his chest most of all.

AUGUST - CAKE - 311

» Observatory - T - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Eddie's been caught checking Steve out. » Come Back To Life - G - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

Should a vampire even celebrate their original birthday?

» Angel Tongue - E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

Eddie has a surprise for Steve.

SEPTEMBER - CHARM - 548 » Illusion of Grace - T - [ AO3 ] - CW: Vampire enthrallment

Eddie shows Steve one of his new powers, and Steve is both scared and horny about it. » And Then You - T - [ AO3 ] - CW: Traditional D/s dynamic

Steve's never had anyone claim him like this before.

OCTOBER - SUCK - 480 » Silver Tongue - E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

Eddie and Steve discuss the different kinds of sucking one can do. » Exchange - M - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

The way Eddie eats fruit has Steve in a chokehold.

NOVEMBER - REST - 387 » Storage - M - [ AO3 ] - CW: Somnophilia

Eddie's vampire powers mean he doesn't need to breathe. So when he gets sleepy, he wants to try something new. » Counting Time - G - [ AO3 ] - CW: None

A rest is the absence of a sound for a defined period of time in music, or one of the musical notation signs used to indicate that.

December - PINE - 508 » The Smell of Autumn - M - [ AO3 ] - CW: Public Exhibitionism

Steve finds a good kind of thrill in an old comfortable place.

Eddie finds Steve. » Lay of The Autumn - M - [ AO3 ] - CW: Public Exhibitionism Eddie's on a walk to work out some stress, when he comes across someone who's working on something of his own. (Sequel to The Smell of Autumn)

[slavicviking]

🦇My Steddie Masterlist 🦇

Soulmate AU:

Part I: Eddie

Part II: Steve

Part III: Eddie and Steve

Grey Matter: Steddie BigBang Project no. 212 tags: canon divergence, stobin, steve finds out about UD in 1985

1 (art)  2   3

podfic by @hullomoon 1  2   3

in the memory of Steve disappears but not one remembers him existing AU

inspo post   1   2

the best gift of all (is you) - steddieholidayexchange tags: post-season 4, christmas, punk steve, getting together, idiots in love

1   2   3   4   5   6   7 

the subtle art of non-existing  1   2 tags: steve harrington has powers, canon divergence, hurt&comfort, mystery

Oneshots/Ficlets:

My Cabin in The Woods: January microfic challenge

Please, put it DOWN - prompt request

Yellow: December microfic challenge

Kiss and Tell: November microfic challenge

Isn’t it weird?: October microfic challenge

Good Ol’ Harrinton Charm: September microfic challenge

Long Jump, Huge Leap (ao3 version)

Pre-Season 3, Canon-Divergence

Pool: July microfic challenge

that one au where you can’t lie to your soulmate

stuck with you (I want to be) - high school steddie set in the Spring of 1985

Long Odds: Steve fills in for Dnd (ao3 version) (art)

A Blip On Your Radar: an ode to Eddie’s malfunctioning gaydar (ao3 extended version)

The Idea: Valentine’s Day 1985 (ao3 version)

Steve and the Prom dillemma

Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong Post-Canon

Dorks being Dudes at a motel

Buy me a coffee

My art

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

December prompt: pine

Word count: 508

No warnings apply

Rated T

@steddiemicrofic

Steve has a problem.

It’s not a major problem, not really. It’s not Vecna again. Not even close.

It’s Eddie.

After the gates closed for the final time, Steve and Eddie had gotten along in a way that had far surpassed Dustin’s expectations, and then some.

For the past five months, Steve has been overjoyed to call Eddie his boyfriend.

A boyfriend who hasn’t stepped foot in Steve’s house since November changed into December and he broke the Christmas decorations out.

Steve had been over to Eddie’s multiple times, which isn’t a problem, per se, but, well…

Steve and Eddie are both healthy young men with certain needs that arise occasionally. And they can’t do anything half the time because Wayne’s home, and none of them want that.

And of course, Steve could always go home and do it himself, but it’s not the same. He’s not touched his boyfriend below the belt in over ten days and he thinks he’s going through withdrawal.

“You’re not going through withdrawal, you’re horny and pining,” Robin says flatly. Steve squawks at her.

He keeps trying to figure it out, is the thing. He wonders if Eddie is secretly a grinch, but no, his boyfriend loves Christmas more than he does.

Maybe it’s the rich-person decorations, but that’s never stopped Eddie from coming over before. And besides, Steve had explained that none of the decorations were his, but his parents’, and just what he had, and Eddie had seemed to understand. He’d come over no problem… before Steve put up the decorations.

It has to be something, he knows, so he goes home and looks around. Wreath on the front door, Christmas tree in the living room, garland on the stairs, lights in the kitchen… it’s nothing that Eddie doesn’t have too—besides the garland on the stairs—but he can’t see Eddie getting upset about that. Certainly not enough to where he’d refuse to come over.

Steve finally, reluctantly realizes Robin’s right. He needs to talk to Eddie, so he drives over before he has the chance to lose his nerve. “Eddie?”

“Stevie!” Eddie brightens almost comically and pulls him inside before kissing him. “Hey, baby.” He pulls back and must see something on Steve’s face because suddenly he looks worried. “What’s wrong?”

Steve worries his lip and blurts out, “Did I do something?”

Eddie’s face drops. “Sweetheart, no, what- what’s happening? What’re you thinking?” He leads Steve over to the couch and sits with him.

Steve shrugs miserably. “I’m being stupid,” he mutters.

“Honey,” Eddie says seriously, “you’re not stupid. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“You won’t come over.” Steve looks down at their intertwined hands. “Ever since I put up Christmas decorations. You came over once, cut it short, and haven’t come over again. So I must’ve done something.”

“Oh, babylove,” Eddie sighs. “No, you didn’t do anything. I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you. I don’t know why I haven’t yet.” He looks down, then back up. “I’m allergic to pine, baby. And you have a real tree.”