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Eddie needed no words to convince Steve that he was beautiful.

Because those infatuated looks that washed over Steve like caramel every time, those reverent touches, those scalding kisses painted on Steve's body every night, and those gentle caresses on his scars had said everything he needed to know.

And yet, Eddie never once forgot to let him know how adored he was.

"You're so beautiful, darling," Eddie kissed his temple softly as they slow-danced in the kitchen.

Smiling, Steve leaned back and craned his neck slightly to give Eddie's chin a peck. "So are you, baby."

They had been preparing dinner but got distracted when Eddie kept sneaking kisses and Steve kept giggling about it.

As Steve was stirring the pot, Eddie had come up behind him and engulfed him in a loose hug with chin resting on his shoulder.

Then Eddie started humming and somehow, they ended up swaying to the off-tuned love song while waiting for their soup.

It was awfully domestic of them, but Steve couldn't care less when he was held in Eddie's arms and knew the sun never got this close before.

Eddie hummed under his breath, arms tightening around his waist and nose burying in the side of his neck.

"Love you, sweetheart," Eddie's words pressed into his skin, warm and wet like the morning rain.

Lacing their hands together, Steve sang softly.

Oh, l've been dreaming through my lonely past Now I just made it, I found you at last.

Eddie turned him around with gentle hands and gazed at him fondly. And Steve felt like his heart was too big for his chest to contain.

So come on, now let's try it, I love you, can't deny

'Cause it's true.

Eddie joined him and together, they finished the song.

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.

He smiled into the kiss that Eddie drew him in.

Later, they'd have dinner together, would do the dishes while bickering about the movie they watched the other night, would write down the grocery list for tomorrow, would cuddle on the couch to watch some late-night shows, and would snuggle into bed after their refreshing shower.

Steve would exchange a goodnight kiss with his husband and fall asleep in those loving arms.

It was their life, full of love and happiness.

He was glad they had come this far, had survived the impossible, had pushed through hardships to build a home for themselves.

And he was glad they had found each other.

#established steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #soft boys in love #married steddie

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katyawriteswhump · 2 days

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(i'm still) watching you—harringrove microfic

my first attempt at harringrove and probably totally weird like my usual shit, so… yeah, nervous. but I love prompts/challenges too much to resist… Pls be kind 🙂

WC: 914. For @harringrovemicrofic prompt, green (I also got a passing mention of Jason Carver in for the additional prompt.)

CW: None. Tags: angst, pining, chronic illness (Fibro/Chronic fatigue), enemies to lovers, h/c, no Upside Down AU, slightly soft Billy? Rating: M.

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Steve hated sitting in the stands watching the Tigers win without him.

Hargrove rained all over the hoop, right until the full-time whistle ripped through Steve’s skull. Simultaneously, Billy ripped his vest off—shouting, thudding his chest, scanning the crowd.

His crazily soft-blue eyes rested on Steve. That smug grin faltered, and Steve’s heart gave a crazy little squeeze.

Billy’s attention snapped away. His teammates carried him on a lap of victory, and Steve shaded his eyes. Too fucking much. Since he’d got sick, the doctors had droned on about Steve having to pace himself. Today, that’d been a bust—all for the torture of watching Hargrove play.

Even though Steve hated him.

And he’d chew on that image of shirtless Billy for goddamn weeks.

“Stop bawling, Harrington.” Steve startled, squinted into the suddenly too-bright light. Tommy H waggled a stuffed tiger in front of his nose: “You can be team mascot. This one’s got even less backbone than you.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna punch your stupid face in!”

Steve pushed himself up. Despite his dumb threat, it took all his strength to stumble away. Halfway to the exit, he collapsed onto a seat, slumping forward with his head in his hands. The crowd stomped by, sending shockwaves through his aching bones. Nobody offered to help. Probably figured he’d bite their heads off…

A hand landed on his shoulder. “You okay?” asked Billy.

WTF? Steve flinched away. Up close, he couldn’t handle those stupidly long lashes and gorgeous eyes. “M’fine.”

“Want a ride?”

“You leaving already?” Steve gawked at Billy’s pecs. “Guess there’s only so much showboating even your fat ego can take.”

Billy arched his brow. “I’m sick of this shit. Your ex-teammates are fucking losers, you know that?”

Uh… Yeah?

“Whatever, dude. I’m leaving with Nance.” Steve had just spotted her with freshman golden-boy, Jason Carver, scribbling madly in her notebook.

“She’s writing an essay on that asshole. Couldn’t bag me. Seriously, I need space. Figured you might too.”

Space with me? “Jesus, you still never stop talking! You hate me. What’s your game?”

Billy shrugged. “I don’t hate you, man. It genuinely sucks you had to be benched. Don’t have to believe me, but I actually miss you.”

Miss humiliating me? Miss me rubbing my ass against you while you shoved me around!?! Guess I enjoyed touching you as much as I hated you. I mean, uh, I STILL hate you…

“I don’t need your fucking sympathy, Hargrove.”

“Not offering fucking sympathy.”

Steve’s heart repeated that crazy squeeze. He’d grabbed the hem of Billy’s green shorts before he knew it.

Don’t leave. I honestly can’t get up without help right now. Won’t ask for help, either.

Billy harrumphed vaguely, casually offered a hand. Steve clasped it—since when did he dig slippery palms?—let Billy draw him up and sling an arm around him. Even with Billy’s help, the effort of walking consumed Steve completely till he sank into the Camaro.

Billy winked at him from the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, I’ll go gentle.”

“Jesus, I’m not gonna break.”

“You wanna go home?”

Yeah, I totally should. “No fucking way. Anywhere but this dump.”

With minimal wheelspin, Billy tore from the school grounds. He didn’t play loud music. They didn’t talk much either. Seemed Billy did occasionally shut up. Only Steve fizzing nerves—WTF AM I DOING?—kept him awake until Billy slammed to a halt.

Steve blinked. “Where are we?”

“One of the few places in this shithole that’s not a shithole.” Billy hurried around and helped Steve from the car.

“I’m not a fucking princess,” Steve bitched.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

“Screw you.” Steve’s glare melted into a laugh that he almost felt.

They’d arrived somewhere in the hills, which smelled of spring grasses. Steve slipped from Billy’s warm grasp—not without a dumbass pang—lay flat on the soft turf. Beyond the trickle of a stream, it was so quiet, he dozed almost instantly.

Then, through the blur of his lashes, he spotted Billy stripping his shorts. Christ, that ass!

Billy headed for the stream. His smirk was as mind-blowing as his body. “I skipped showers.”

“Fucking show-boater.” Steve snickered.

He watched Billy wade thigh deep, splash sparkling droplets over that lick-able, lithely muscled torso. He wished he could watch this a billion times over, ached to join Billy, then his eyelids grew too heavy, his fatigue winning, and… Shit!

Deep inside, something snapped. He slung an arm across his face and cried, drifted, then cried again, shamelessly sniffling. A brush against his arm stirred him. Billy lay stretched beside him, towel around his waist, chin rested on a fist.

“Tears are cathartic, huh?”

Steve rolled to full-on sneer at Billy. Ended up fixed on Billy’s lush mouth, fretting his own lower lip. “Quit mocking me.”

“I’m not. Tears help. Apart from when they’re too damn painful. You don’t have to say which those are.”

Billy reached out, as if to push hair from Steve’s damp eyes, then hesitated. Steve grabbed Billy’s fingers, like he’d grabbed for his shorts. He barely breathed. He clasped Billy’s stream-chilled knuckles to his own burning face, like his life depended on it.

“Meant what I said about missing you,” murmured Billy, as Steve drowned in those adoring eyes. “None of those dicks are half-decent rivals. It sucks we never got a chance to work through that tension and…"

This is a dream, right?

Billy’s fingers slid up through Steve’s hair, gently drawing him closer, and they tumbled into a kiss.

#harringrovemicrofic3 #harringrove microfic #harringrovemicrofic #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington whump #steve harrington hc #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #i can't believe there's not a tag for bitchy steve harrington #no upside down au

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katyawriteswhump · 3 days

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Messy mind

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Steve always had trouble sleeping. Even before the upside down. As a kid, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because the sound of his parents arguing downstairs was all he could pay attention to. When his parents left for the first time, he couldn’t sleep because he was scared.

And now with the memory of the upside down popping up in his head anytime he was close to having a good nights rest would make him jump up in a cold sweat.

So yeah, he kind of gave up trying to get good sleep.

He was always tired now. No matter where he was and how he acted he wanted nothing more than to go home and try to sleep again.

Robin noticed first, the way his eyes would get droopy whenever the video store was empty, how he would yawn while rewinding tapes. She grew worried about him.

“Hey doofus how much have you been sleeping?” She asked one afternoon. The thought of him being hurt from how tired he was at the front of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah not a lot. I try but every time I get close I just have to start over again. Nightmares y’know.” He replied, looking at her with dead eyes.

“You could take melatonin? Or drink some sort of tea to help?” Robin said, rubbing his back for comfort. Both for him and for her.

“No I’ve tried those” he mumbled. “They work for about 30 minutes and then I’m right back to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night”

Robin didn’t know what to say. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too but not to this point. All she felt she could do was let him lean on her shoulder for a while.

Then Steve met Eddie.

After the world split open and Eddie’s trailer was destroyed he and Wayne had nowhere to live. Some of Wayne’s buddies had offered him a place to sleep but they only had a couch to sleep on and that wouldn’t fit both of them.

So they settled for Wayne sleeping on the couch at his friends house and Eddie sleeping at Steve’s house.

It was awkward at first. Not knowing each other very well, they didn’t know what to talk about. Steve would ask a few questions about dnd and Eddie would ask him what his favorite sport was but that was it.

And there was the fact that Eddie couldn’t ignore how he’s heard Steve wake up shouting on more than one occasion. Eddie had trouble sleeping too. Nightmares and anxiety would fill his head and he would wake up more than once in the night

Then he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take not sleeping and hearing how much Steve was struggling.

“Knock knock Stevie. Can I come in” Eddie said leaning against Steve’s doorframe.

“Yeah what’s up? Are you hungry?” Steve asked rubbing his eyes.

“Nope just got a little question for you” Eddie said walking over to Steve’s bed and sitting on the soft mattress.

“Okay? What’s up?” Steve replied giving Eddie an odd look.

“I want to sleep in your bed. I hear how you wake up screaming sometimes and I’ve been getting nightmares too. So I’m thinking maybe we would sleep better with someone else to comfort us” Eddie suggested, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his nails.

“You… my bed… us?” Steve muttered, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. Me in your bed. We don’t have to if you think you’d be uncomfortable but I think it’s worth a shot” Eddie said, looking at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a moment. Looking at Eddie made him feel soft. Like a wave of calm had washed over him. “Okay. Okay yeah we can try that” he said

“Perfect! Scooch over!” Eddie said hopping up to his feet so Steve could move.

Steve moved to the side of his bed and watched as Eddie climbed in and let his head fall back on the pillow. He turned to Steve and smiled.

“Goodnight big boy” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

Steve smiled “goodnight eds”

Morning came and steve woke up to the sun streaming through his red curtains. He slept the whole night… he slept well the whole night. He looked at Eddie who was still fast asleep, his hair strewn about the pillow.

It was at this point he realized they were holding each other. He felt is face grow warm and a smile form on his face. Closing his eyes, he finally felt at peace.

They slept for most of the day, holding each other with their legs tangled and Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

Steve hopes that they never sleep apart again

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Okay! This took quite a bit of time. Got the idea from a tik tok i saw like an hour ago.

As always advice and constructive criticism is appreciated as I’m still new to writing! I hope you enjoyed this!

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katyawriteswhump · 3 days

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I love you, it's ruining my life

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katyawriteswhump · 3 days

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Steve had died in that interrogation room under Starcourt and now, he was stuck haunting Robin Buckley who might as well be his shortest heartbreak and long-lost twin.

The problem was she couldn't see or touch him.

No, she could hear him just fine, but physical contact was just impossible.

Steve, however, didn't care much so long as he had someone there to listen to his daily monologues. It was fun.

They bickered most of the time and while Robin always seemed sad that she couldn't hug him whenever he told her about his parents or how lonely he used to be before her, Steve was just happy with what he got.

Because even in death, he wasn't alone, and that was enough of a gift to him.

Then, the day his funeral was held, Steve was thankful that he had convinced Robin to attend considering it was how he reunited with the kids.

They all saw him.

A thing that Steve would never take for granted.

Robin didn't know what to do when they flocked around her and bombarded her with question after question, demanding to know why she was the one who got the privilege of being haunted by Steve.

"A privilege?" Robin burst into a laugh, giving them a ridiculous look.

"Of course, to think you've been haunted and actually having real conversations with a ghost every day is a revolutionary step into the spiritual science field," Dustin narrowed his eyes. "And I am very disappointed in you, Ms. Robin Buckley, for not telling me right away!"

"Just say you're jealous that Steve doesn't haunt you." Max rolled her eyes.

"You say it as if you're not jealous yourself!" Mike scowled at her.

"No, I'm not, you delusional nerd!" Max scowled back.

"Hey!"

"C'mon guys, don't fight," Lucas frowned and sighed in exasperation.

Noticing the odd looks from other people at the cemetery, Robin herded the kids into Steve's car that he had given her as a keepsake.

Once they were safely away from prying eyes, Robin clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention.

"Children!" She then continued under their curious gazes. "Steve-o here said he really appreciates that you munchkins care so much about him. But sadly, he can't leave my side. Like literally can't so if any of you want to see him, you can always seek me out whenever you see fit."

"Why are you saying all of this?" Mike squinted at her.

"Because Steve can't talk to us, obviously." Dustin responded haughtily, earning an eye roll from the other boy.

"Bingo!" Robin did a fist bump with Dustin.

Then, she held up a finger at them. "And before you ask, I can't see him. Or touch him."

She watched the kids look at the passenger seat before nodding at her.

It must be Steve who confirmed the truth, she thought.

As they went back to discussing Steve's incorporeal state, Robin had a feeling that she had unknowingly adopted a gaggle of troublesome ducklings who were going to give her grey hair very very soon.

"C'mon Robbie, it's a Halloween party," Steve begged. "Let's go have some fun! Don't your heart ache to watch your bestest friend rotting in sorrow while eating pumpkins?"

"First of all, I've never ever met anyone who uses 'heart' and 'ache' like that," Robin blew at her freshly painted nails.

"Well, now I'm your first. Didn't people always say special always come late?"

"I don't even want to correct you on all of that," Robin huffed quietly at Steve's goofy chuckle. "And no, Dingus, you don't eat pumpkins. Or if you do, I don't care."

"Please, Robbie, I just wanna have fun," Steve sighed dolefully. "It's been a long time ago since I went to a party." He sighed again and even sniffled a little.

When Robin groaned, a big grin stretched on his lips.

"Just this time." She narrowed her eyes at him, or precisely speaking, at the spot where she assumed he was sitting.

Sometimes, when she made a wrong guess, Steve would just move over to where her gaze stopped and continue talking her ears off.

"I promise you're gonna have so much fun, Robbie." Steve ruffled her hair even if his hand always passed right through her. It was still one of his hard-to-get-rid-of habits anyway.

By the time they arrived, the party was already full-blown and swarmed with people.

As Robin struggled her way through the crowd, Steve just walked beside her with barely any difficulties.

He bet she would curse him so much if she saw how comfortable he looked right now.

But then, his little moment of joy was cut short when he bumped into someone whose lips literally knocked against his.

As cliché as it might sound, he certainly felt the electricity running through his body from that single accidental kiss.

And belatedly, a realization dawned on him.

He had bumped right into someone.

He, a ghost, had bodily collided with a living human.

Shocked, Steve stepped back and was at a loss for what to do next.

Then, a shaky voice shook him out of his trance.

"Harrington?"

Staring into those scared Bambi's eyes, Steve clenched his jaw and forced himself to not panic.

"Munson."

#steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin

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katyawriteswhump · 5 days

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Steddie Microfic April 15th-21st Masterlist

Turning P!nk by @mrsjellymunson | Rated T | no cw | tags: and then they were roommates, friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession (sort of), ficlet based on song lyrics

A Desperate Fool by @queenie-ofthe-void | Rated T | cw: hurt/no comfort, break-up

fool's oil by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: future fic, flirting, open ending but implied getting together

love me so bad by @katyawriteswhump | Rated E | cw: spanking, foreplay, light d/s, barely negotiated kink | tags: aftercare, hurt/comfort, slightly sub steve, slightly dom eddie

Dumb Luck With Dating by @soaringornithopter | Rated G | no cw

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #stranger things #masterlist #steddie fic #steve x eddie

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katyawriteswhump · 5 days

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*record scratch* holy f-

source: poweratl on twitter

#joe keery #joekeeryedit

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katyawriteswhump · 7 days

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love me so bad (steddie microfic)

Steve wishes Eddie would play rough sometimes. Eddie figures out what Steve actually wants.

For @steddiemicrofic April prompt, Fool. Rating: E. CW: spanking, foreplay, light D/s, barely negotiated kink. WC: 454. Tags: aftercare, hurt/comfort, (slightly) sub Steve, (slightly) dom Eddie.

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Sometimes, mused Steve, my badass metalhead boyfriend is waaaay too soft on me.

He was splayed, naked and ass-upward, across Eddie’s lap, while Eddie prepared to ease slicked fingers inside him. Steve peeped back, lashes fluttering: “Remember when some douchebag cut your guitar strings? Might’ve been me.”

Eddie’s warmly stroking fingers slid away. “Before eighth-grade talent show? Christ, you made a total fool of me.”

Steve shivered, weirdly empty. Too late for regrets. “What ya gonna do?”

“Then, I’d have punched your bratty lights out.”

“In your dreams! And now?” Eddie skimmed his palm over Steve’s rear. Fuck me roughly into our lumpy bed! Pleeeeease? Instead, Eddie sharply spanked him. “Ow!”

“Can’t handle it, big boy?”

Steve mentally shrugged. “Bring it on.”

Eddie spanked him again. And again. Steve gasped, battling healthy urges to roll away. Wtf?

“Dreamed ’bout this forever,” husked Eddie, “while you waggled your slutty ass at me.”

Slap.

Steve swallowed a squeak. Should’ve seen this coming, Harrington. Still, as he squirmed, a delicious glow saturated his skin. Sandwiched between Eddie's hard thighs and those skilled hands, Steve felt wanted, cherished. Plus the sizzling pained-pleasure kinda turned him on.

Till tears blurred his vision. “Jesus… Ow!”

“I’d luuuurve you to beg for mercy, but my arm aches like a bitch.”

“My butt stings like a bitch.”

“Poooooor Stevie.”

Eddie smoothed Steve’s burning flesh, stooping to chase the pain away with dustings of moist breath, gentle love-bites that set Steve trembling, crying unashamedly. His tears, like his smarting skin, felt too damn good. Eddie soon cuddled Steve against him, petted his hair, traced knuckles along his cheekbone. Steve nestled his head beneath Eddie’s chin, curled into his lap and… melted.

Christ, did he know I’d come apart like this?

Steve sniffled. Their breaths fell into sync. Steve absorbed Eddie’s heartbeat. His own chest ached.

When Eddie made love to him, Steve whined, cursed and totally dug how Eddie pummelled into his abused ass. Everything was awesome until…

“I’m forgiven?” asked Steve, later, as they sprawled, entangled and boneless.

“For dinging my guitar? Yup. Years ago.” Eddie yawned. “Robin told me. Also, how you were the one who slipped premium-brand strings into my locker for years after.”

“Oh.” Should he be pissed? Nah. Steve sighed and melted back toward that happy mush.

“Great timing to spill.” Eddie pecked the tip of Steve’s nose. “Angling for a spanking, huh, Baby?”

Wasn’t actually! I should make YOU squirm so bad for this.

Apart from… Steve had enjoyed it. Steve had needed it. Particularly the snuggling after. Kinda wanted to go again. More fool me.

“I hate you.” Steve’s lips ghosted dreamily against the love of his life’s demon tatt. “You’re too fucking perfect for me.”

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #steddie ficlet #steddie smut #sub steve harrington #dom eddie munson #steve and eddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hurt/comfort

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katyawriteswhump · 8 days

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Tonight, Tonight

Written for @steddiemicrofic April Prompt: Fool | WC: 454 | Rating: Teen and Up Audiences | Tags: Breaking Up, Intelligence-related Insults, Drinking, Hopeful-ish Ending

“Did you really expect me to stay in Hawkins forever? Don’t be foolish, Steve.”

Eddie’s remark echoed in Steve’s mind, a vestige of their conversation a few hours prior.

Steve had gone to Eddie’s trailer for date night. He knocked on the door, expecting the usual: Eddie pulling him inside, planting a kiss on his cheek, then tugging Steve to the couch so that they could curl up and watch a movie.

Tonight, though…

Tonight, Eddie met Steve at the door with flushed cheeks, his skin shiny with sweat. His hair was tied up in a haphazard sort of way, a far cry from Eddie’s regular date ‘look’.

“It’s Friday already? Shit, sorry. Come in.” Eddie held the door open for Steve, and Steve walked in, wasn’t pulled. Wasn’t kissed.

Eddie was across the room surrounded by half-full moving boxes, rather than surrounded by Steve’s arms, cuddled on the couch like they would usually be by now.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m packing, Steve. Isn’t it obvious?”

Steve swallowed, walked silently to the couch, and took a seat in their spot.

He flinched at Eddie’s responding sigh and watched him limp into the living room.

Limp?

He didn’t sit- just stood there, arms crossed. “Did you really expect me to stay in Hawkins forever? Don’t be foolish, Steve.”

“What are you talking about?”

“For once in your life, please use your brain. I’m leaving.”

Ironically, Steve was the one who left after that.

Didn’t bother to hear Eddie out, though he doubted the man had much more to say going off of his cold tone and slicing words.

Eddie had never attacked Steve’s intelligence. Bolstered it more often than not, telling Steve over and over again that he was smart, intelligent, loved.

So, yeah. Steve didn’t need to hear more to know that they were over.

He didn’t know where to go, so he went home. Grabbed a bottle of his dad’s good whiskey from the liquor cabinet, sat on the tiled floor of his kitchen, cried, and drank.

It was well past midnight when he heard the front door click, when he felt wet tears against his scalp and a whispered explanation against his forehead, Wayne came home, said I was being an idiot. I couldn’t let you get hurt by the homophobic pricks who roughed me up. I ran. Tried to keep from hurting you by… hurting you. I was so wrong, Stevie, I’m sorry.

Steve was not nearly sober enough to sort through Eddie’s words, and even if he was, he knew that they had a long way to go before they’d be them again.

But tonight? Tonight, Steve couldn’t help but fall into Eddie’s arms and hope for a better tomorrow.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicrofic

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katyawriteswhump · 8 days

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In vino veritas

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘Fool’ wc: 454 rated: M cw: mention of drug and alcohol use, implied sexual content, bad decisions, open ending

The air is hot and damp, and sitting on the roof of the trailer wasn't the best idea ever: even in the middle of the night it's still hot from the sun.

But lying on an old blanket, smoking some weed, and looking at the stars, Eddie can pretend that his life is not the huge mess it is.

His things are packed, just a couple of boxes and his guitar, ready to follow him to Indianapolis and leave that awful town behind him.

"You should celebrate. It's graduation day." Steve says, blowing some white smoke in the air.

There's a party somewhere, but Eddie the Freak wasn't invited, and even if Nancy and Robin tried to convince him, Eddie told them that he needed to pack his things and Steve volunteered to help him.

"What have you done when you graduated?" Eddie asks, grabbing the joint, and for a moment their fingers brush.

"Tommy and I went to Indianapolis, got matching tattoos, and got so drunk that Carol had to drive our sorry asses back in town. She wasn't happy about that." Steve chuckles.

"Matching tattoos? Hagan and you?"

Steve nods and lifts some hair from his neck showing an H 85 on the nape.

"Original." Eddie laughs.

"You have to do something stupid to celebrate. It's tradition." Steve insists.

"I'm smoking weed with you on a roof, I think it's stupid enough."

"Let's fool around," Steve says, turning toward Eddie, his eyes red and shiny.

"Sorry?"

"Let's fool around." Steve insists, "The two of us. No one has to know it."

"You're high, Harrington."

"And you're too."

"Not enough to propose you to fuck you for fun."

"Oh, you don't think it will be fun fucking me? Maybe you would prefer if I fucked you? I can do that, I'm good at fucking."

"Says who? Nancy Wheeler?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Steve replies with a smirk, and Eddie's joint falls on the blanket, but Steve is quick to pick it up and drag more smoke.

"Are you telling me you're gay, Harrington?" Eddie whispers staring at him, the red cherry of the joint shining in the night.

"Why don't you find out?"

They are both high on a fucking roof, fool around isn't really an option, still, something twitches in Eddie's pants: Steve the Hair Harrington is looking at him with lust.

"That's the weed talking," Eddie says, shaking his head.

"In vino veritas... or something like that."

"That's weed, not wine."

"I think you got what I mean." Steve replies, getting closer, "You're leaving tomorrow anyway. It will make no difference, right?"

Only it will, but Steve is already kissing him and all Eddie can do is kiss him back.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicroficapril

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katyawriteswhump · 8 days

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🍓 Fool Me

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘fool’, combining both the real and the silly prompts, just because I can. WC: 454 | Rating: M | CW: swearing, food play, self-deprecating Eddie Munson | tags: established relationship, set in ✨1987✨

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“Shit. Shitshitshit!”

Eddie’s not sure how he’s managed it, but he’s fucked up the simplest dessert he could find a recipe for.

To say the kitchen was a mess would be an understatement. Smashed red berries litter the worktops, powdered sugar dusts every surface, and in their most expensive-looking bowl sits homogenous pink goop, rather than a prettily layered confection.

Steve’s hated birthdays since he started having to celebrate them by himself. Eddie’s made it his mission to do something special each year, but subtle enough so as not to freak Steve out.

This year, though, Eddie appears to be wearing as much of the dessert as he’s got in the bowl. The white of his shirt is stained pink, there’s fruit in his hair and sugar on his cheek.

And to make matters worse, Steve’s home early. Not that Eddie would’ve been able to rescue everything and clean up even if he’d been late…

Steve’s agape. Eddie’s unsure whether it’s with horror or disappointment.

He steps towards Eddie, asking,

“What the hell happened here?”

Eddie’s mortified that Steve’s seeing the kitchen, and him, in this state.

“Oh god, Steve. I’m so sorry. I wanted to do something nice for your birthday. The recipe said it was easy, but all this crushing and folding… Christ, I’m such a loser, I can’t even make a fool!”

Steve’s arms are immediately around him, holding his head close to his neck and rubbing his shoulders. He knows Eddie hates letting people down as much as he hates birthdays.

He breaks the embrace and gently lifts Eddie’s chin with a fingertip, looking deeply into his chocolate eyes.

“Hey. You know I’m never gonna give you up, right? Even if you can’t make a decent dessert.”

Eddie replies,

“And I’m never gonna let you down.” He shrugs, dejectedly. “Unless it comes to culinary endeavours, obviously.”

Holding Eddie’s shoulders, Steve assures him,

“I’m never gonna run around and desert you. No matter how much of a mess you make of this kitchen.”

Reaching sideways, he lifts a spoon and boops Eddie’s nose with a dollop of the pink, sticky cream. Then, slowly leans forward, puckering his plump lips as he sucks it off.

“You know, there are a lot of things you can do that’d make my birthday pretty special…”

Eddie’s expression changes as he swipes two fingers through the dessert, raises them and presses them into Steve’s mouth, gently pushing the sweet treat across his tongue as red juice runs down his chin.

Steve whimpers slightly, eyes closing and knees buckling.

Mess forgotten, Eddie grabs the bowl of failed fool and Steve’s hand, pulling him towards their bedroom mumbling,

“Oh, baby, take your shirt off, because it is on…”

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Inside The Fall

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'FOOL' wc: 1987 | rated: T | cw: Mention of weed

(This is the April Fool's version of the prompt, it includes all of the words needed)

Steve's used to stepping up in life or death situations, but otherwise he's directionless. He isn't expecting Eddie to be so good at helping him figure out the other parts of his future.

(Continues after the readmore)

"Step into my office," Eddie says with a guiding sweep of his arm.

"You mean your bedroom?" Steve asks just to be annoying.

Eddie's smile doesn't dim but his eyes narrow, all sharp and shit.

"Yes, well, sometimes you have to mix business and pleasure when you're waiting around on the sweet cash that's supposed to be coming in any day now," he says, shutting the door behind them.

Eddie's bedroom isn't really like the last one, though Steve had only seen that in the height of insanity, when it'd been newly deserted and then torn through in search of anti-Vecna music.

This one is neater, though still pretty chaotic. Steve can't help but like it, even though he has to wait for Eddie to clear off his desk before he can conduct his business.

"Come, make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing at his unmade bed.

Steve ignores the thrill in his gut as he carefully sits down at the edge of it. He doesn't make a joke about cum, or about making himself more comfortable, or about Eddie offering up his bed. He's on his best behavior because otherwise he's going to go too far and Eddie's going to think he's still just a stupid jock who has bad jokes, despite all of the shit they went through together; old habits and all of that.

Once Eddie's cleared his desk, he moves to the other end of it, leaning against the wall but resting his ass against the stack of milk crates he uses for shelving. He nods at the chair, his smile all menacing as if Steve was one of his players and he was going to give him a hard battle.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he says when Steve hesitates, pulling a box out of his pocket.

Steve has to laugh a little bit, and moves over to the chair, settling in with his elbows on the desk. He has to look up to meet Eddie's eyes, and that puts another thrill in him, this one is harder to ignore.

"Don't let me win," Steve says, smirking. He knows that's not how tarot cards work, but Eddie's laugh is worth it, like he gets the joke and doesn't think he’s actually stupid.

"I'd never do that," Eddie gasps, bending to spread the cards out on the desk. They're all face down, so Steve can only admire the cool design on the back, but maybe after Eddie's finished reading into his future or whatever he'll let him look through all of them.

He explains some of what he's doing, and it seems simple enough. He asks Eddie a question, Eddie gets him to shuffle the cards, then there’s some kind of sorting thing, then he pulls a few of them.

"What would you like to ask?"

He's tempted to ask something… easy. Something that doesn't matter, and doesn't show Eddie the inside of his head. But Eddie had offered this in the first place because Steve had admitted that his thoughts have been all fucked up, he's been pretty lost these days.

"What should I do with myself this summer?"

Eddie nods, considering that as he gestures to the cards.

Steve carefully shuffles them around in a big mess, as instructed. It's kind of fun, and he takes his time before sitting back, relaxing.

"Okay, that should be all mixed up," he says, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. He's determined to try to be comfortable, even with Eddie looming over him, his arms crossed over his chest.

He looks really good from here.

"Good," Eddie says, bends to corral the cards back into order, tapping it into neatness before he sets it down. "Split the deck in half for me."

Steve leans forward, meaning to find the exact center, but he ends up going with his gut and splits it closer to the bottom. For whatever reason, he's more curious about what's buried deeper.

"Thank you."

Eddie chews on his lip as he thinks, eyes going from Steve to the cards and back against a few times before he smiles.

"Draw three cards from here," he says, tapping the shorter stack. "Place them face down in a row."

Steve follows his instructions.

While he doesn't really believe that the cards are magic or whatever, he does believe in Eddie's ability to create an atmosphere. He's not even being dramatic or loud or anything, but he's bringing such an earnest seriousness to it that makes Steve decide to take it seriously too.

"Okay. If this doesn't answer your question at all, we can do another run of it, with more cards," he says, leaning his palms on the table. "Though usually unless a question involves a lot of people or a lot of moving parts, three is perfectly fine to answer it."

Steve starts to feel nervous, so he just nods and watches Eddie’s hands, thinks about how clean Eddie's new rings look, wondering when they'll start to get worn in by life like the last ones.

Eddie turns over the first card.

"The Knight of Swords," he says, his dimples coming out even as he tries to suppress a smile. "Other cards in this suit can be a warning, but this one is generally good."

Steve swallows. He knows he doesn't want bad news, but Eddie told him this all wasn't like, his destiny anyway. It's more of a guidance thing, like he can choose to take it's message it not.

Eddie flips the next one.

"The Seven of Wands."

He doesn't say anything else about it yet, just thinks for a moment before moving on, flipping the last one.

"The Fool."

Steve's eyebrows raise, because that doesn't sound good.

"Okay," Eddie says, leaning back against the wall, playing with one of his shiny rings. "What I'm getting for this is that you're restless, and that instead of all of the freaky monster adventures you've had, you really need a good adventure. Something new, maybe something a little different than you're used to, but ultimately you need to relax and just do what you want."

Steve looks at The Fool, about to walk off a cliff, and feels skeptical.

"Won't I end up like that?" he asks, pointing at it.

"Don't take the pictures so literally," Eddie says, and Steve has to sigh at him. "Your energy is high, like a magnet for good things," he elaborates, pointing at the Knight of Swords.

Next he points at the Seven of Wands.

"You're probably doubting yourself, dealing with a lot of fear and uncertainty, but good things are in store if you just do what you're scared of anyway. You need to remember that you're in charge of your life now."

Steve gets a lump in his throat. He hasn't ever felt in charge of his life.

"And our Fool here, what he says is that you need to pick something and try it out, whether it works or not. Do it thoughtfully, but you don't have to think that hard about it."

"Oh," Steve says. He hadn't expected to feel so… encouraged. Taken care of. "That's nice of him."

Eddie laughs, his voice quieter when he leans back down against the desk.

"It sounds like it'll be a good summer for you," he says.

After Eddie had cleaned up the cards and Steve had successfully kept himself from crying, they went off on the first nice adventure of Steve's summer.

Eddie had put a couple joints in with his smokes, and then they wandered off on a late afternoon walk, right into the shady forest, where it's not too dark yet.

"You know," Eddie begins as they walk side by side even though the path is kinda narrow. "I think you'd make a good Knight."

Steve thinks it's so not fair how much that makes him blush. He has to duck his head and grin at the ground just so he doesn't like, tackle Eddie and kiss him on the mouth and plummet off of the cliff of his own foolish behavior.

"Yeah? Do you think there'd a Knight for a baseball bat with nails in it?" he asks, looking back up to keep up his eyes on the area. Mostly it’s tree branches and nothing tougher than a squirrel.

Eddie laughs, nudges up against him as he moves, and because it's like, June, it's warm enough that he's just in his new Hellfire t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up. That means the skin of their arms brush together and Steve's brain lights right up.

"A nailbat is kind of like a sword," Eddie muses, the warm look in his eye doing irreparable damage to Steve's self control. "I might be more interested in what kind of Fool you are, though."

Steve blushes harder, mourning how it'd started to go back down just a moment ago. There's no way Eddie could've known what he'd been thinking of doing, but he knows and so do the blood vessels in his face.

"Uh, I'm not sure," he lies, shrugging. "I guess we'll find out."

Eddie beams, slides an arm around his shoulders as he says something that gets totally lost – Steve's brain has honed in on Eddie's body and only that, his feet starting to trip over themselves as he takes in the solid way they fit together.

"Easy," Eddie murmurs as he makes sure he doesn't face plant. "Is it too hard to walk this way?"

It's a little awkward, but there's no way Steve's letting him go.

"Nah, just had two left feet for a second," he says, turning his face to smile at Eddie and – Christ – he's right there. He has to go cross eyed to get a good look at him.

His gut pulls hard but he breathes through it. If anything, he knows how to be a gentleman and not just do whatever the hell he wants. Maybe his instinct for self protection is pretty busted by now, but at least he's not about to go around kissing random men just because he wants to.

Eddie laughs, and his eyes must be going cross eyed too, because they dip down to stare at his mouth instead, his long eyelashes showing off their thick, sweet curve.

"Girls would kill to have your eyelashes," he says, pleased when Eddie opens his eyes wide, shocked.

"What?" he laughs, glancing at the path before looking back at Steve. He's glad that one of them is looking out for tree roots, because Steve can't bring himself to care about anything but the feeling of Eddie's breath on his face.

"Your eyelashes, they're really long and nice," he says, less afraid to compliment him than he'd thought. "Most girls wear mascara to get theirs to look like yours."

"Oh." Eddie grins, turning his head to duck it all bashfully, and Jesus, Steve recognizes himself in that. "Thank you."

Steve can see the stones crumble from the cliff under his foot, knocking their way down the side until they disappear. He's about to do something really stupid – foolish – but his composure falls away under the force of every side of Eddie he sees.

"Eddie?" he asks, waiting until their eyes meet. "Will you kiss me?"

Eddie stumbles, barely catches himself from landing flat on his face, pulling Steve half down with him.

"Uh," he says, a nervous laugh chilling the air. "Why?"

Steve swallows hard, planting his ass on the ground so he's not halfway between straddling him or getting up.

"Because even though I'm scared, I should ask about what I want, right?"

"Oh, okay," Eddie’s voice is thin and strangled. "Sure."

It's a yes despite how Eddie looks scared now, so Steve leans in and crushes their mouths together, falling freely among the stones of his trepidation. Eddie kisses him back like they’re standing on solid ground.

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katyawriteswhump · 8 days

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Turning P!nk

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘Fool’

WC: 454 | Rating: T | CW: none | tags: and then they were roommates, friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession (sort of), ficlet based on song lyrics

“So if you're too school for cool,

And you're treated like a fool-

Treated like a fool!”

Eddie watches as Steve, in his own world, folds laundry, singing along with one of his favourite tracks. He’s a little flat in places, probably because he’s wearing headphones, but he has a surprisingly nice singing voice, and is even doing the harmonies.

He’s bending his knees and wiggling his shoulders to the beat, but it’s when he starts swinging his hips in time that Eddie nearly loses it.

He’s the fool if he thinks he can carry on like this, sharing an apartment with his friend who he’s developed a massive crush on.

If only there was a way to tell him that didn’t involve, y’know, actually coming out and saying it…

A few weeks later Steve’s come to watch Corroded Coffin at The Hideout. He notices Eddie’s antsier than usual, hands running through and frizzing his hair, a crease between his eyebrows that Steve’s doesn’t often see. Unusually for him, he’s repeatedly checking in with the rest of the band, who are valiantly trying to chill him out, reassuring him that everything will be fine.

The gig goes really well, Eddie looking fantastic on the stage and absolutely killing it. Steve wonders whether he’ll ever get used to that. Seeing Eddie like this always makes him… feel things, things he hasn’t yet allowed himself to properly process.

Steve’s in the crowd, as usual hanging towards the back in his yellow polo so he can avoid the disparaging stares of some of the other patrons and the flailing limbs of the mosh pit.

He’s nodding his head and swaying a little, but he never lets go like he does at home.

They finish their standard set, and along with the rest of the crowd Steve claps and cheers and then starts to move away from the stage.

But to everyone’s surprise they start playing something else, Steve hearing the chords of a song he recognises.

Of course, the style is very different. It’s relentless, driving guitars and Gareth’s thumping drums, but it’s so familiar. And when Eddie starts singing, Steve can’t believe it.

“Right, right, turn off the lights,

We’re gonna lose our minds tonight,

What's the dealio?”

The band gives it their all, but Eddie especially. He’s scanning the crowd, seeking Steve, and when he sees him, laughing and dancing in the middle of the floor and smiling widely because it’s his favourite song, he smiles right back.

And at the end, where they’ve tweaked it so it’s literally just Eddie’s voice on the final two words, he sings them straight at Steve.

“Just come on and come on and, raise your glass,

For me…”

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