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written for @steddiemicrofic
prompt: fool | words: 454 | rated: T
"Am I a dumb hoe?" Steve asks out loud, more to himself than anything.
Robin blinks at him and seriously considers his question. "You're never dumb, but you used to be a hoe."
Steve sighs and fights the urge to throw himself under the library counter. "Maybe I should go back to being a hoe."
Robin snorts. "We both know there's only one person you want to do that with."
Steve immediately thinks of Eddie. He's been nursing a crush on him since Eddie showed up at the library three months ago looking for this Horror book that is also one of Steve's favorites. Through becoming friends, Steve's feelings towards Eddie have shifted to something... more.
Not that Steve has acted on it.
"I'm just a fool, then," Steve announces out loud.
"Who called you a fool?"
Steve almost throws the book he's holding. "Eddie?"
"Here we go," Robin murmurs and, traitor that she is, leaves Steve alone with his crush.
"Who called you a fool?" Eddie asks again, scowling. "Do I need to beat someone up?"
"Like you could do that," Steve blurts out despite himself.
Eddie, for his turn, doesn't look angry. Instead, he nods. "You're right. I could spread some mean rumors about them, though."
"I called myself a fool," Steve explains. "Thank you, though."
"I will always defend your honor, Steve." Eddie rests his elbows on the counter and leans into Steve's space. "But why are you a fool?"
Right, Steve thinks. This is his chance.
By the way Robin gives him a thumbs up from behind Eddie right before she dips back to hide between the stacks, she agrees.
"Well," Steve starts. "There's this guy I like."
Eddie's face is a blank mask. Nothing gives him away. "Oh?"
"And I've been meaning to tell him."
Eddie raises an eyebrow. "That you like him?"
"Yup. But I haven't exactly..."
"Gotten the guts to do it, right," Eddie adds. "I totally get that."
Steve swallows hard. "You do?"
"Yeah." Eddie leans even further into Steve's space. Steve's stomach flips when he says, "I've been sort of going through the same thing."
"Yeah?" Steve whispers, not moving away.
"He's this cute librarian I met some months ago, right here." Eddie taps the counter with a finger. "Maybe you know him?"
"I might," Steve replies, fighting back a smile. "And I might have on good authority that he likes you back."
"That's good," Eddie murmurs. "Is he gonna be upset if I kiss him at his work place or—"
Steve doesn't let Eddie finish. He grabs him by the front of his Metallica shirt and kisses him, firm and sweet, and feels Eddie smile against his lips. Somewhere between the stacks, Robin whistles.
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wrap around, take a hold
Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘fool’
It's the companion to 'what a feeling', but is good to read on it's own too.
Title from 'What a feeling' by Irene Cara
wc: 454 | rated: M
tags: pining, kink discovery, omorashi, pre-relationship
cw: piss
[AO3 link]
That was absolutely not how Steve had pictured the first time a guy – not just any guy, nope. Eddie – touching his dick was going to happen. He'd pictured a more ... romantic setup, maybe after a nice dinner or maybe during a movie night with just the two of them when he'd finally found the courage to act on his feelings, moving closer, maybe cuddling and maybe after a kiss too...
But no, Steve had to be a lovesick fool and try on outfit after outfit, searching for the perfect one, then spend an eternity on perfecting his hair, and when Eddie was there to pick him up, he didn't have any time left to take a leak.
And then he'd been even more of an idiot; ignored Eddie’s offer to take a break, even being too stubborn to stop at the side of the road while already having leaked.
On top of that he then also tried to explain it away with a lie while Eddie was coming up with a solution. And then–
Then he was pissing in a bottle, while driving, and with his dick in Eddie's hand. And it felt so good. The relief, Eddie touching him... Steve had to try so hard to keep from moving into his hand, to keep his body from reacting.
His bladder is content now, but his mind reeling.
He feels out of his body, still gets them to the location in record time, and when, once they're inside, Eddie announces that he's going to piss, something in Steve snaps.
He follows Eddie to the bathroom, crowds him into a stall without thinking.
"Steve," Eddie whines, but nonetheless let's himself be pressed against the wall without further complaints.
"Eddie?"
"I–," Eddie starts, chuckles, "I know you're good now."
At that, it's Steve's turn to chuckle. He's so far from good, feels out of his mind too and frantic, turned on and mortified and unable to make himself let go of Eddie, as if touching him was the only thing keeping Steve from vibrating out of this reality and into another plane of existence altogether.
"But I really have to piss. Now." Eddie states.
He moves away from Steve, who reluctantly eases his grip, still his hands follow, and stops just out of reach in front of the toilet. Eddie gets his dick out but doesn't start pissing. He sighs.
"You wanna–", he trails of, looks back over his shoulder.
"Come here. Your turn to help me out."
Steve feels puppeteered as he takes a step forward, slots himself in at Eddie's back and let's his hands be tugged to hold his dick.
Steve instantly feels the force of his stream. Both moan.
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hi babies, the may prompt is dropping this wednesday at 12pm eastern 🩷🩷
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Would y'all be mad if someone followed one of the prompts for a different fandom? Without using any of the tags & not tagging the blog of course, but mentioning that that's where the insp came from?
as i do not own the copyright for the english language or hindu-arabic numerals: go right ahead
lol, no but for real, don’t sweat it. obviously if you take inspo from us and you want to tag us, feel free! i’m never gonna be mad about people giving credit or promoting the blog, but i’m also not gonna angry dicaprio point at my tumblr dash if i happen to come across someone in a different fandom using a single word or word count that they found through my public writing prompt blog. you’re all good 🩷
- wynn
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Haha, i was a different anon to the one asking about previous prompts, although that was an interesting question! i was just looking through the blog for a previous ask from idek how many weeks ago and felt curious about it cos the blog seems quite popular. Anyway, it’s been interesting to see the difference in fics submitted month to month based on prompt too (i’m a data nerd). thanks for running it!
@steddieas-shegoes wake up beloved someone thinks we're quite popular
#lmao#thanks for the ask <3#i am also a data nerd i would love to see random stats about this blog#mod answers
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Battle cry
written for @steddiemicrofic
prompt ‘Fool’
wc: 454
rated: M
TW: blood, injuries, war, battlefield, cliffhanger
(I had the idea of trying to write a longer fic using Steddie Microfic Prompts, I don’t know if this will work out! This fic is intended as a sequel to I’ll make you proud but can also be read as a stand-alone)
Their camp is burning.
The ground is dripping blood and the soldiers are screaming and running while Steve stares at the huge creature that's standing in front of him.
At his side, Robin, his squire, is trying to drag him away from the battlefield: their enemies have a fucking dragon, and there is no way they can even hope to defeat them. But Steve isn’t moving. His eyes pinned in the dragon's ruby ones. The creature's nostrils flare and he snorts some smoke, trying to intimidate the prince. There's no need. Steve is already terrified. Still. He can't retreat. He must protect his men and his family, or at least die trying to.
"Run," Steve says to Robin, without turning.
"Steve! Don't be foolish! You can't fight a dragon!" She insists, her grip around the boy's arm even tighter.
"I know, but I can still buy you some time."
The dragon is studying him like a big cat ready to jump and catch the mouse he's playing with.
"Think about Eddie! Think about your kid!" Robin begs, her eyes full of tears, but she has been at Steve's side since he was a child, and she knows that she'll not be able to convince him.
"Listen to me." Steve says, his hand already on the hilt of his swords, "We don't know how many dragons they have, but if this is the only one and I manage to keep him busy long enough for you to get back to the castle, we might still have a chance," he whispers, "Find Dustin. Tell him that they have a dragon. I'm sure he'll come up with some clever plan."
For a brief moment, Steve turns toward Robin with a sad smile, then he pushes her away and starts running toward the dragon. He's on foot, he lost his horse during the fight and all he has now are his sword and the medallion with Eddie's mischievous expression. He didn't even have the time to add their son's portrait.
His armor clangs while he gets closer to the enormous creature that stares back at him. Some soldiers try to stop him. An arrow, coming from Steve’s blind side, finds its way under his arm. Steve yelps but keeps going, feeling the blood pouring down his arm: if he's not quick the arrow will kill him before the dragon.
There's a flare of fire at Steve's side and he barely avoids getting burned. He rolls on the ground, whimpering when he hits the ground where the arrowhead is still embedded, and when he finally stops he's so close to the dragon that can count all his scales.
Steve lets out a battle cry.
And then the dragon hits.
(Do I have an idea about how to continue this? Yes, I do and I need at least 2 more prompts that I can use... maybe three to get it more coherent but who cares XD)
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the corpse in your garden
written for @steddiemicrofic April prompt, "fool" | WC: 454 | Rating: T | CW: canon-typical fantasy/horror elements | Tags: sci-fi AU
Using this month's prompt as an excuse to dabble in my solarpunk AU, please enjoy
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It’s a fool’s errand, trying to sleep.
Steve would rather spend endless hours tossing and turning than give in to his traitorous subconscious, but that has consequences, too.
“Hey.” Robin leans down from the upper bunk, sleep-matted hair dangling. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve lies. “I’m fine.”
Robin pulls herself back up into bed, is soon snoring softly.
Eventually, inevitably, Steve succumbs to sleep too.
The dream starts in the same lab scenario as always, Hawkins ‘86. A wringer of a mission at the best of times and even more haunting now: hellish bats with 20-foot-wingspans, fires raging through downtown, the screams of innocent bystanders.
Steve is at the lab, just as in real life, or whatever version of it those goddamn psychic vines create inside his head. He’s never really understood the science of it all.
There’s one crucial difference, though: Eddie is missing.
As he’s done in every iteration of this nightmare, Steve avails himself of the Beemer parked outside the lab and heads toward the trailer park, where he instinctively knows Eddie will be.
And there he is, right by the Forest Hills entrance sign, weathered even then. Steve briefly wonders what it looks like now, if it’s even still standing.
Eddie spots Steve and stops running. Smiles and waves in an unguarded way that makes something new and green unfurl in Steve’s chest, a sapling watered by the rain of relief he feels.
And (this part is new) a glowing golden bubble around the two of them, a shield against the fire and the monsters and all the other bad shit they’ve faced and will face.
They’re closer than they’ve ever been, but that’s okay.
Eddie takes Steve’s face in his hands, and that’s more than okay.
They kiss and Steve feels like the world should be tilting on its axis, gravity inverting, but the ground stays firm underneath his feet.
“Is this happening because you’re leaving?” Steve hears himself ask without knowing why.
“No.” Eddie’s smile is bittersweet. “It’s happening because I’m already gone.”
Steve wakes up in a sweat and lifts the corner of his mattress, finds his contraband phone and sees that the charge light is blinking red: it’s been cloudy for the past few days. But he should have enough juice to make the call, his fingers already dialing the number.
“Hey,” answers a groggy Eddie.
“You’re there.” Steve feels an instant wave of relief, tries not to think about the fact that he still doesn’t know where there is. “Sorry to wake you up, I just had this–”
“Dream?” Eddie interrupts. “Yeah, me too.”
That’s when the world does tilt, and Steve goes lightheaded as he realizes there’s absolutely nothing for him to grab onto.
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meet the parents | april @steddiemicrofic 💐
prompt: fool | wc: 454 | rated: m | eddie needs some reassurance.
Eddie will say yes to whatever his sweetheart asks of him.
In his defense, if anyone had a boyfriend with a heart— and an ass— like Steve’s, they’d be the exact same way.
Because Steve is perfect.
He’s also a sly minx. After a year of dating, he knows just how to get Eddie to agree to anything.
Including meeting his parents. He had asked in the middle of a makeout-turned-dry-humping session and Eddie barely heard the question before grunting out a yeah sweetheart, of course.
Which is exactly how Eddie finds himself parked on the Harringtons’ looming driveway, nerves crackling, stomach churning, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
“Babe,” Steve says from the passenger seat, tone gentle. “Don’t be nervous. I promise they’ll love you.”
Eddie gulps, staring at the absolute mansion that is his boyfriend’s childhood home. He’d seen photos, but never the real thing considering they met at college. During holidays they’d go to Eddie’s if they spent it together, since his uncle’s trailer park is closer to the school.
“I’m not,” he lies.
Steve’s eyes soften and he reaches a hand out, caressing Eddie’s cheek. He nuzzles into it instinctually.
“We’ve talked about this,” he reminds him patiently. “My dad will talk to you about the economy and shit, verify you’re not like, a total dumbass—” Eddie snorts— “and my mom will just be checking to make sure you eat every bite of the food. Do that, and you’re golden.”
Eddie nods, forcing himself to kill the engine. “Shit, almost forgot,” he mutters, reaching behind his seat for the bouquet.
Steve breaks out into a grin. “Peonies? None of my exes ever brought my mom flowers.”
“Yeah, well, that’s why they’re your exes,” Eddie says, sly.
His boyfriend laughs, snaking his fingers behind Eddie’s head and tugging him forward, connecting their lips. Eddie moans softly, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Steve’s sinful mouth. He places a firm hand on Steve’s exposed thigh— god bless the spring— grabs a fistful, and squeezes.
Steve whines into Eddie’s mouth, encouraging him to slide his hand further, under Steve’s khaki shorts. He rubs soft skin while exploring his mouth, tongue flicking, reminding his boyfriend just how good he is at this shit.
It’s a gamble, but Eddie’s horny. So he gets handsy, dexterous fingers finding Steve’s soft cock over his cotton briefs.
“Ah, don’t be a fool,” Steve chastises softly in his mouth. He pulls back and Eddie whines.
“I’m always a fool for you,” Eddie says, grinning dumbly, hopelessly bewitched by Steve’s seductive, golden gaze.
“Well don’t be a fool in front of my parents,” Steve taunts, “And I’ll suck you off in the bathroom for dessert.”
Eddie’s dick twitches.
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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
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how many asks do you guys get every week?
if this is a general question: not that many since most people submit their stories by tagging us
if this is a follow up from the anon who asked about previous months' prompts: not that many, i'm just bad at remembering to check the inbox lmao
-wynn <3
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is there a place with a list of all the previous month’s prompt words (without having to go back through the blog/collections to check each one)? i’m nosy.
good morning! there is not, but that's a great idea - i need to make a post with all of them. in the meantime you can see all of the prompts on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/steddie_microfic/collections
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Dumb Luck with Dating
Written for the April 2024 @steddiemicrofic drabble challenge
Prompt: 'fool' | Words: 454 | Rating: G | Warnings: none | Read on AO3
Eddie would never claim to be the brightest bulb on the porch--his three-time stint as a senior in high school could attest to that--but he was decent at reading people and adjusting his own behavior accordingly. Most of the time, he opted to be loud and abrasive just to thumb his nose at polite society, but if he genuinely liked people he could be friendly--even, dare he say, charming. Unfortunately, being half-baked and sleep deprived did his intelligence, emotional or otherwise, no favors. In fact, in retrospect, it turned him into a downright fool.
He was in just such a state the night before when he'd visited the newly renovated Family Video in search of some mindless entertainment that might have a soporific effect on his overactive post-apocalypse-brain. Eddie was so tired that he only threw a half-hearted greeting to the bickering pair manning the check out counter before disappearing into the aisles. By the time he'd made his selection and returned to the front, Steve and Robin looked like they had reached a truce. More accurately, Steve looked smug and Robin looked resigned.
"Got any plans tomorrow, Eddie?" Steve said as he scanned the rental.
Always one to tease, Eddie leaned in batting his eyelashes. "Only if those plans involve a hot date."
He expected a snort of amusement and some sort of dry and witty rejoinder. What he got was, "See! I told you he'd be fine with it, Robin!" Steve barreled onward as he snatched up the crumpled bills Eddie had dropped on the counter. "She didn't think you'd go for it--"
"That's not--"
"--out of some 'Oh! I can't possibly be seen out with a--'"
"--what I meant, and shut up! Shhhh…." Robin lunged at Steve covering his mouth.
Eddie's contribution to the conversation? "Uh…"
Steve pried off his living muzzle and said, "So, tomorrow at 6, meet at my house. It's a date."
Eddie left in a daze. He'd never even considered men before, but maybe he should have if his anticipation and bout of nerves about the upcoming date meant anything.
The next day, as Eddie pulled into Steve's driveway, he noticed an unfamiliar car. To his surprise, Robin opened the front door and a vaguely familiar woman stood behind her, shyly waving.
"You're here!" Steve beamed as he jogged into the hallway. "I was just grabbing snacks for the drive-in. You remember Vickie from school, right? She'll be your date." Date was said with an exaggerated waggle of eyebrows.
Eddie's sudden mortification must have shown on his face since Robin leaned over to whisper, "Fake date. She's my real date. You're welcome to Steve if you can stand him."
Eddie'd never felt luckier to act a fool.
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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.”
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fool’s oil
for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘fool’
rated t | no cw | tags: future fic, flirting, open ending but implied getting together
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It’s been a while since Steve has had to worry about taking care of a car. When he moved to Chicago with Robin, they agreed to sell his BMW for extra money. They’d be taking the metro or walking everywhere anyway.
But after graduation, Robin took a job offer in Indianapolis, and where Robin goes, Steve goes.
He managed to find a decent used car when he found his studio apartment, and after the initial hit to his bank account, he found a pretty decent job that helped him get back to a somewhat comfortable balance.
The chaos of moving had been more of a distraction than he anticipated. Settling into his new job as a first grade teacher, unpacking, catching up with Joyce and Hopper, had made him forget that cars do require maintenance.
The guy at the front desk of this mechanic shop wasn’t too thrilled about seeing him as soon as the door opened.
“What’s the hurry for an oil change?” He asked.
“It’s nearly 8000 miles past due,” Steve admitted.
“How did that happen?”
Steve didn’t like his tone.
“My whole family died in a fire.”
The guy backed up and at least looked apologetic, even if Steve was lying through his teeth.
“Well, you’re first to go back so it shouldn’t take too long, man. Our head mechanic just walked in.”
Steve nodded and walked to the seat by the window, watching as a guy with long, curly hair shoved it up into a ponytail and turned on a radio in the shop.
He leaned his head back and sighed.
Maybe he could convince Robin to move back to a big city in a few years. He forgot how much he hated the maintenance involved with owning things.
He was startled by a hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice in his ear.
“So you’re the fool who forgot about oil changes because his family died in a fire?” Eddie Munson’s smirk was just as annoyingly attractive as it had been four years ago in Hawkins.
“Eddie? What the hell are you doing here?” Steve laughed and stood up to give him a hug.
“I’m working. What are you doing here? Thought you were in Chicago.”
“I was. Robin got a job here and I came back with her,” Steve couldn’t look away from him.
Eddie had always been hot, Steve had always pretended he wasn’t.
But now he was having trouble remembering why he pretended.
“So you’re here in Indy?”
“Yeah. You?”
Eddie smirked. “Yeah. That’s why I work here.”
“Right, yeah.” Steve was embarrassing himself.
“You got dinner plans?”
“Um.”
“You want dinner plans?”
“With you?”
“With me.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah. Dinner with you sounds great.”
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A Desperate Fool
written for @steddiemicrofic
Prompt: 'fool' | wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: hurt/no comfort, break-up
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“Stevie, baby, please answer the door,” Eddie begs just as the front door bursts open to reveal Robin Buckely in all her righteous fury.
“You need to leave,” she says, and god, he’s never heard her sound so cold before.
“No Robin, please, you don’t understand. I’ve been a complete f-”
“Fucking asshole?” Robin spits.
“Well,” Eddie sheepishly replies, “I was going to say fool, but, yeah.”
“Fool is a bit of an understatement, don’t you think? It’s been almost a year, and you just show up?" Her hands are white-knuckled and shaking, like she’s physically restraining herself from attacking him. Eddie’s pretty sure he'd deserve it. "How did you even find our new place?”
Up and coming rockstar money certainly has its perks, so he hired a PI.
“I asked Dustin,” he lies.
“No,” Robin cuts him off, “no you didn’t. The kids would never betray his trust.”
Not like you did rings unspoken.
Months worth of tears finally spill over, a small sob wrenching his body forward. He harshly rubs his face in an attempt to ground himself. Gathering his breath, he looks up again to find Robin glaring, hard and unyielding.
“Robin please,” he sobs, leaning to glance around her, desperate to catch a glimpse of the boy he left behind. “I just want to talk to him. I need to tell him how sorry I am. I regret everything. All of it. I never should’ve said what I said or did what I did.”
“Oh!” she rages. “Do you mean when you celebrated your first big show by ditching Steve and hooking up with some rando in the bathroom?”
She’s yelling now, stepping out onto the front stoop to crowd his space. People are starting to gather on the sidewalk, among them a group of girls with their phones out, recording everything.
This could ruin him. His reputation, future gigs, possibly the band as a whole.
He doesn’t care. It’s his reckoning.
“Or, was it after he moved out and you threw a massive drunken doxxing bitchfest on TikTok and said– how did it go again?”
Her voice drops to mock his own ”’a rockstar can’t be seen dating a normie, suburban, ex-high school jock who’s only bullshit dream is to raise kids. That’s just bad for business.’”
“I didn’t mean any of it,” he whispers.
“I don’t care,” Robin says, voice hard and resigned. “You cheated. You embarrassed him publicly. Then you left without a word. Now I need to you to get off my porch and kindly fuck off.”
Robin steps backwards into the townhome, and just as she’s slamming the door in his face, Eddie swears he sees a flash of chestnut hair and wet hazel eyes.
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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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Steddie Microfic April 8th-14th Masterlist
A long night by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: rough sex, angry sex, some breeding kink | tags: medieval au, king!steve, jester!eddie, top steve, bottom eddie
Should Have Told You by @mugloversonly | Rated G | no cw
Jester. by @hotluncheddie | Rated G | no cw | tags: royal fantasy au, jester!eddie, prince!steve, chubby steve harrington
Edzio Gąska by @fuctacles | Rated M | no cw | tags: medieval au, HOH steve, mute eddie, fade to black, established relationship
Twice Shy by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated G | no cw | tags: referenced recreational drug use, brief angst with a happy ending, nancy really messed steve up, chubby steve harrington if you squint
loved you in secret by @lihhelsing | Rated T | cw: angsty
since day one by @steveseddie | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-relationship, steve has a crush, even gareth knows, soft boys
You can't fool yourself forever by @tinytalkingtina | Rated G | no cw | tags: eddie munson has a sexuality crisis, denial of feelings of self-acceptance, grappling with internalized homophobia briefly, getting together
Impossible to get more off track by @zombiethingy | Rated E | cw: outdoor masturbation, kinda messy | tags: truth or dare, coming in pants
the secrets that you keep by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe | Rated M | no cw
In vino veritas by @medusapelagia | Rated M | cw: mention of drug and alcohol use, implied sexual content, bad decisions, open ending
only fools by @runninriot | Rated M | cw: mild/implied sexual content | tags: newly established relationship, boys in love making out, elvis lyrics
everywhere, everything by @cranberrymoons | Rated E | no cw | tags: bisexual self-discovery, gentle sex, tenderness
Fool Me by @mrsjellymunson | Rated M | cw: swearing, food play, self-deprecating eddie munson | tags: established relationship, set in 1987
untitled by @slavicviking | Rated T | no cw | tags: post-canon, hurt/comfort
Good Hurt by @batty4steddie | Rated M | no cw | tags: roughness, biting, self-deprecation
Pool Day by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe | Rated T | no cw
Next Gen by @hellfireloserclub | Rated G | no cw
Inside The Fall by @griefabyss69 | Rated T | cw: mention of weed
raspberry fool by @ao3usermelancholyhues | Rated M | no cw
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