#SteddiemicroficMarch

[hellfireloserclub]

Rewind

For @steddiemicrofic March prompt Pin

388 words | rated g | no cw | tags: fluff.

“Hold on, put a pin in that.” Eddie paused, eyes blown wide. “Be kind, rewind Stevie… Tommy did what?”

Steve rolled his eyes, the same way he did when Robin latched on to his and Tommy's past. 

“We kissed. Once. It was just a normal friend kiss...” Steve huffed, turning his attention back to the stack of videos, they weren't going to shelf themselves. Eddie followed him down the aisle.

“Nope, I'm with Buckley on this one, definitely not normal behaviour. Never once have I kissed Jeff. Maybe the rules are different for pretty boys like you, but that's definitely punch to the face territory for us balrogs.” Eddie glanced around him, checking he wouldn't be overheard- not that there had been anyone in the store all night. 

“You sure Hagan wasn’t trying to hit on you? I mean, did you like it?” 

Had he liked it? At the time it had felt nice.

He gave a non committal shrug.  

“I'm not hearing you say you hated it princess.”  Eddie was up in his space again, always was. He had the look of a man who had found a thread to pull at and wouldn't be happy till the whole thing unravelled, mess be damned. 

“I didn't hate it.” 

Eddie stepped back, turning his gaze away and randomly pulling cases off the shelf. Had Steve said something he shouldn't? It was hard to know where you stood with Eddie, how much of the Munson show was part of his defence mechanism.

“So you kissed Tommy, as a friend?” Eddie asked eventually, as Steve retrieved the copy of scanners that Eddie had tucked into the documentary section. 

“Yes. That's what I said, isn't it ?” Eddie crowded behind him as he put it back in the right place.

When Steve turned, Eddie was so close they nearly bumped noses, then he was closer, lips pressing against Steve's, and Steve was helpless to do anything but kiss him back. 

Then, just like that. Eddie pulled away, Steve gawped after him as Eddie headed for the exit, grinning over his shoulder.

“I think Hagen was on to something.” He 

winked as got to the door.

"But me? That was a move, Harrington. you coming? "

In hindsight, maybe Tommy was hitting on him. But it was Eddie that sealed the deal.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie/steve #steddie fic #steddiemicroficmarch #pez micro fic

[steddieas-shegoes]

pinned in the pool

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pin’

388 words | rated t | cw: implied sexual content | tags: they’re idiots what can i say, getting together, 388 words is not enough time to showcase how absolutely stupid they both are but i did my best

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“What are you- oh.” Robin’s lips pursed and her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Could you stop having dirty thoughts about my best friend when I’m here?”

“Absolutely not. You know I can’t control it,” Eddie replied, not taking his eyes off of Steve.

Steve was currently in the pool, using the net to clean debris in preparation for a pool party that afternoon. He was wearing a speedo for fuck sake.

“You better before the kids show up,” Robin turned away and walked into the house, probably to find anything to do that wasn’t be around Eddie and his extremely sexual thoughts about Steve.

“Can you grab the smaller one?” Steve asked a minute later, shaking him from his thoughts.

Eddie rushed to get the smaller net from the side of the fence, handing it to Steve.

“Thanks, babe.”

Eddie froze. Steve froze. The world around them froze.

The only sound was that of the music coming from inside the house.

“Um. Sorry about that,” Steve finally said, looking down as he started moving the smaller net into the corner of the shallow end.

“It’s fine,” Eddie said, even though it wasn’t fine the way his heart hadn’t found its normal rhythm yet.

Steve looked up at him, eyes squinting from the sun or deep thought. Maybe both.

“Actually, I’m not sorry.”

“Okay?” Eddie was confused as shit.

“I’m not sorry for wanting to call you babe or love or mine.”

“What.” This was escalating too quickly for Eddie to keep up.

“Come here.” Steve set the net on the pavement outside the pool and rested his arms on the edge. Eddie crouched in front of him, leaving barely any space. “I’m not sorry for wanting to tell you how I feel about you. Robin said I can’t be sorry about my feelings, especially for you.”

“O…Kay?”

“I’ve been thinking about you pinning me against the side of the pool and letting me ride your thigh until I come for the last 20 minutes. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock, dude,” Steve chuckled, though he didn’t sound very amused. “Been waiting for Robin to go inside for ages.”

“You. Uh. What.”

“Eds, get in the pool.”

Eddie’s never stripped his shirt off faster. He slid over the edge and looked at Steve.

“Pin me,” Steve ordered.

“Yeah, okay.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch

[matchingbatbites]

Not Like Han and Leia Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt pin. 388 words | Rating: Teen

“I don’t get Han and Leia’s relationship.”

Eddie tears his attention away from the movie playing on the television and looks at his boyfriend, confused at the unprompted admission. He makes a noise, encouraging Steve to continue, and the man shrugs.

“It’s just- They seem to hate each other. Why do people think they’re good together?”

“I think it’s the repressed feelings. Like, the unresolved tension between them.”

Steve rolls his eyes at that. “That’s so dumb. We had that weird tension before we started dating, and I never wanted to be mean to you. We just- got in each other’s space and flirted a lot.”

“Yeah, but not everyone deals with their feelings like that. And not everyone shows love the same way. You and Robin tease each other all the time, right?”

“But that’s what siblings do. This reminds me more of my parents. They argued all the time when I was growing up, and it never felt like love. And it’s like- I love you, but that only makes me want to treat you better. Like before we were together all I wanted was to get you little gifts and spend time with you and fucking dote on you, you know?”

Steve turns to look at him and Eddie just- blinks rapidly, and it takes him a second to process, to realize what Steve just said. “Okay, we’re gonna put a pin in this conversation, because I do want to keep talking about this, but- You love me?”

It’s soft, and disbelieving, and Steve melts a little, even as he flushes at the slip up. “Of course I do, Eds. I’m- I didn’t want to say it yet, didn’t want to scare you off, but I do. I love you, Eddie. And it’s okay if you’re not there yet-”

Eddie’s breath catches as a million butterflies explode in his stomach, and he grins, big and beaming. He reaches over and takes Steve’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers and squeezing tight. “Oh sweetheart. How could I not love you too? My own little ray of sunshine, my sweet baby-”

He’s cut off by Steve sealing their mouths together, the kiss eager but sweet, and Eddie pulls back after a moment.

“So, back to Han and Leia-”

“I think he and Luke should hook up.”

#based on a conversation we had in the gc #because i was not on board with han and leia when i first saw the movies #steddiemicroficmarch #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #joey writes

[aidaronan]

Microfic; Macropenis

Another @steddiemicrofic March for "pin" || 388 Words || Explicit Warnings & Tags: sex under the influence of drugs/alcohol, Eddie has a big dick

"I mean, you've heard about him, right?" Tommy asked.

"Eddie Munson?" Steve looked to where Eddie was balanced on a lunch table, orating about the unfairness of funding for the arts versus sports. "About how he deals?"

"No, everyone knows that. About how he's, like, this total and complete freakazoid obviously, but he's packing serious heat."

"Um?"

"Huge dick," Carol said, putting her finger in her mouth and making an obscene pop. "But he won't let anybody see it. I've tried."

"Uh…?" Steve looked back and forth between her and Tommy.

"Don't be such a prude, Steve," she said. "Tommy knew. It was pure espionage. Plus I was trying to score us free weed. I get pinned, we get pot, ya know?"

None of that really made Steve feel any less floored, but he let it go, looking back to Eddie instead. Steve was, of course, unable to keep himself from looking at Eddie's crotch. It looked fairly normal as far as Steve could tell. No massive bulge or anything. Just denim being denim.

Still, Steve couldn't let it go. Lunch ended, then the day ended, then the week, the month.

A party rolled around, Munson announcing his wares to the whole assembly like a merchant traveling town to town in some medieval flick. "Hear ye, hear ye!"

Somehow, Steve ended up alone with him on the front porch, both of them getting some fresh air while the party raged in the house and the backyard.

"Is it true?" Steve asked, floating high on beer and Eddie's star product.

"Is what true?"

"That you have, like, a horse dick."

Eddie spat beer all over his own shoes but quickly recovered, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"Why?" he asked. "You aiming to find out, Big Boy?"

Steve glanced behind him as though there might be someone there, but there was no one. "And if I was?"

Which was how he found himself pinned in the back of Eddie's van, one knee shoved up, Eddie easing inside of him inch by massive inch.

In that confined space, high and buzzed, the world felt soft as cotton. And Eddie felt…

"Well?" Eddie asked, brow sweaty as he pumped his hips. Steve's mouth hung open in uninhibited pleasure, come spurting out onto his belly.

"Yeah," Steve rasped. "Yeah, it's pretty big."

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #did i write this solely so i could title something microfic; macropenis? yes #fanfic #mine

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

March prompt: pin

Word count: 388

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin chokes out.

It’s quiet enough that, if Steve had a pin and dropped it, he wouldn’t just hear it hit the ground; he’d hear the slightest whisper as it parts the air.

“Oh,” he whispers dumbly, trying to process. Why would she- when he-

He realizes, distantly, that oh isn’t really an answer, and Robin would probably really appreciate the reassurance that he’s not going to hate her, so he blurts out, “But she sounds like a muppet!”

He immediately regrets it, then regrets it a little less when she laughs, half-offended. “She does not!”

“Does too!” He argues, and proceeds to demonstrate, warbling out an excerpt from Bonnie Tyler.

He ends up scooting under the stall divider because legs are still just a concept and he needs her to know something immediately, needs to see her face when he tells her. “I didn’t notice,” he says nonsensically, since the conversation has well and truly moved on at this point. At her furrowed brows, he clarifies, “I didn’t notice her looking at me.” He takes Robin’s hands in his, squeezes gently. “Because I was always looking at him.”

Robin’s a genius, so she gets it a lot faster than he did the first time around. Her eyes are saucer-wide as she gasps out, “Who?”

Steve bites his lip, feels oddly shy as he confesses. “Eddie Munson.”

Her jaw drops. “Munson? You’re telling me you were ragging on Tammy Thompson when you have a thing for Munson?”

“Yeah, and?” Steve argues back.

“He’s a total nerd! That’s, like, the opposite of you!”

“And?”

“And he stepped in my lunch!”

Steve opens his mouth, realizes he has no rebuttal, and shuts it. “Sorry?” He offers.

She snorts out a laugh and drops her head to his shoulder. “You are never allowed to tease me about my preference when you’re crushing on Eddie Munson.”

Since Steve’s brain only works about forty-eight percent of the time, he mindlessly blurts out, “I’m not crushing on him.”

“You’re not? You just can’t keep your eyes off of him? How’s that any different?”

Steve nibbles his lip again, mutters to himself, “I’m in for a hell of an apology,” then sighs and goes for it. “I’m not crushing on Eddie because I’m dating him.”

“Oh,” Robin says, and Steve laughs.

“Yeah. Oh.”

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #March prompt #pin #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #starambles

[loveinhawkins]

class vivisection

ao3 written for @steddiemicrofic March 2024 prompt, “pin,” 388 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, pre season 2, cw: implied/referenced homophobia

They’re all looking at you, Eddie’s brain helpfully suggests as he heads into first period. It’s not like the thought is unfounded; his entrance prompts whispers, mixed up with remnants of the usual student gossip after summer break: so who’s got the best tan?; did you hear Debbie Lyons went to France?; look, it’s true, Eddie Munson is repeating.

When he reaches his usual seat, there’s a bag on top of the desk already, and great, he’s gotta have a whole confrontation before class has even begun.

But Steve Harrington, sat two desks across, tilts precariously in his seat and retrieves the bag; Eddie’s spot is clear again.

Warily, Eddie sits down. “Uh, how’d you know that I—”

“You left your shit in the tray,” Steve says in an unconcerned drawl.

Eddie checks. There’s an old torn up notebook in the tray underneath his desk, barely written in, no helpful study notes from his past self. Bodes well.

“Doesn’t tell me why you put your shit on my desk, Harrington.”

“You think I wanna deal with a whole scene ‘cause someone sat in your precious seat? S’way too early.”

Eddie feels the familiar spike of irritation, like a gnat in his head. “I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.”

Steve rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Whatever, dude.”

And while he certainly seems bored, Eddie’s not gonna be taken for a fool. Yeah, the whole King Steve stuff might be dying, but that doesn’t completely diminish Steve’s social standing, especially now that he’s a senior.

There’s a sharpness in his eyes that suggests he can easily cut through the bullshit, take you down a peg with just one look.

Eddie feels those eyes on him—feels abruptly like a pinned butterfly, every part of him exposed. His palms are sweating.

Maybe there were whispers before he even arrived. Maybe they said more—kept spreading the rumour that started last fall, that he avoids the gym changing rooms because—because—

“Don’t overthink it, Munson,” Steve says. He glances away, eyes flashing with annoyance—but not at him, Eddie realises with faint disbelief. At the whisperers. “I’m just here to pass this damn class.”

He sounds thoroughly done with school already.

Eddie smothers a stab of envy at Steve’s certainty that he’ll pass. Opens his notebook and writes down the date.

#school after summer break: an anxiety cocktail #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[marvel-ous-m]

The Winner Takes it All

written for ‘pin’ wc: #388 | rated: M | cw: grinding, sexual themes | tags: getting together, wrestling, fade to black before things get explicit | @steddiemicrofic

Eddie bit his lip in an effort to stifle the laugh that began to bubble out of his throat- a laugh that would certainly give away his current position. Steve was alone for the first time all evening- had escaped movie night in search of snacks- so it was time to strike. 

Eddie waited for the moment that Steve turned away from the entrance into the kitchen- watched until Steve was vulnerable- and he pounced. 

This had started shortly after Eddie was released from the hospital. Eddie had guy friends, sure, but he didn’t have jock friends, so the first time that Steve tackled Eddie to the ground had taken him completely by surprise. Steve had him pinned down in seconds. 

Eddie had learned, though. Sure, he’d lost every wrestling match thus far, but today? Today, Eddie was going to win. 

The laugh that Eddie had tried desperately to keep down burst out at the sound of Steve’s surprised shriek. Eddie had wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled, and now they were both on the floor, rolling around in an effort to shove the other down. 

After a few minutes of struggling, Eddie was able to regain control. He pinned Steve’s hands down by lacing them with his own, and put his leg in between Steve’s legs as an added restraint. Eddie looked down to see Steve panting, his cheeks flushed from exertion. 

“Alright, alright- you win, Munson. Get off me.” 

Eddie cackled and moved to roll away from Steve, but stopped immediately when he felt something against his leg. 

Something hard. 

He spared another glance down at Steve’s face, taking in the way that Steve’s eyes darted away from Eddie’s, the way the flush seemed to travel down his neck, disappearing below his t-shirt.

Oh. 

Eddie shifted, purposely brushing his thigh against the same spot, and bit his lip in response to the quiet moan that slipped from Steve’s plush lips. He leaned down until he was inches away from Steve’s face, until he could feel Steve’s breath against his skin. “Is this okay?” 

“Y-Yeah, this is- mhm.” 

Eddie pressed his lips against Steve’s and shifted once more. Steve groaned- an intoxicating sound- and Eddie couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. 

Yeah, Eddie thought as he felt Steve writhe underneath him, he won, alright. 

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #this is my first foray into mature/explicit land #and with only 388 words #I'M NERVYY okay enjoy #my writing #em writes

[griefabyss69]

Rituals

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

[ AO3 ] [ Tips post ]

‘PIN’ wc: 388 | rated: M | cw: They're fiiighttiiinnng~ (it gets gay don't worry)

My take on a classic!!!

Steve's knee is between Eddie's thighs but it's not like that.

His hands engulf Eddie's, pin them above his head—not in that way.

Their faces are close, breath mingling, panting as they try to catch it, but, again—it's not what it looks like.

Even though Eddie's shirt has been scraped up to his armpits, even though Steve's lips are wet with spit, even though Eddie can feel his heartbeat in his dick.

"Say it again, I dare you," Steve threatens, softened by the way he's still breathless.

Eddie would, he'd spit it right back in his face, but he can't remember what he’d said, all he can think about is his hope that Steve doesn't look down or press in harder or read his mind and figure out what this is all doing to him.

Visually it reads like a fantasy he'd have while in class back when they were in school. In reality, he thinks he'd maybe get his face punched in if Steve caught wind of anything going on inside of him right now.

Still, he can't keep his mouth shut, that'd be letting him win.

"Make me," he says in the snottiest voice he’s got, grinning at him.

Steve stops for a moment, confused, though his fingers tighten between Eddie's instead of loosen.

"Why would I make you say something I don't want you to?" He asks, and Eddie sighs, rolls his eyes at him.

"So we can keep fighting, dumbass, obviously you're really into it," he says, bluffing his way between danger and trouble like a motorcycle speeding down the interstate during heavy traffic.

Steve's mouth drops open with the intent to speak, he’s clearly offended, but he's got nothing to say to that. It makes Eddie lift one of his thighs just to see, curious.

"Hey! Watch it!" He yells, and at first Eddie only finds disappointment, until Steve goes to shift away and it makes Eddie's leg brush against the inside of his thigh.

Oh shit. Bingo.

"What, you want me to watch your dick, Harrington? All you had to do was ask," he says, wrinkling his nose at him. "Didn't have to pin me all hot and heavy like this."

"Fuck," Steve hisses, and shoves into him with his whole fucking body. "Shut up."

Eddie laughs, licks his teeth.

"Make me."

#steddiemicroficmarch #griefabyss69 writing #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic

[steddieonbigboy]

Abnormal Behaviours

written for @steddiemicrofic march prompt ‘pin’ wc: 388 | rated: T | cw: none | read on ao3

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"What's a three letter word for badge?"

They're sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in the late morning light, and enjoying a rare day off together when Steve interrupts the Dio tape Eddie has playing over on the counter. It takes Eddie a moment to remember how to form words before he can offer a response to the crossword clue Steve has just thrown at him.

"Uhh pin?"

"Yeah that works, so what about 'not you'?"

"Me?"

"Sure, yep," Steve scratches his nose as he scans the newspaper, "Okay how about 'opposed to' for seven letters?"

"Against?"

"And, um, 1979 album by Pink Floyd?"

"The Wall? Hey, wait a second," Eddie grabs the puzzle pages from Steve's hands and stares at the blank sheet before looking up with a laugh, "You little shit!"

"C'mon Ed's," Steve grins unrepentant, "When have I ever willingly done a crossword? And to answer your question, yes. Yes, I will pin you against the wall."

"Did you seriously make fake crossword clues to get me to ask you that?"

"Robin helped."

"Robin help- well of course she did, neither of you can function without the other."

"Yeah, we're like guinea pigs."

"Stevie, baby," Eddie pinches his nose before taking a deep breath, "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

"What? It's true! They get lonely without a friend," Steve sits up straight from where he's been slouching against the kitchen table, "And one of the books we read said that they can 'develop abnormal behaviours' if left alone and that's us!"

"Okay, two things. One, why have you read multiple books about guinea pigs? And two, why have you read multiple books about guinea pigs?"

"Oh, so it's fine for you to read multiple books on random subjects," Steve pouts, "But when I do it, it's weird?"

"It is when the subject matter is guinea pigs!"

"Me and Robin were thinking about getting one," Steve shrugs, "So, we were being responsible pet owners and doing some research first, and now we know that we have to get two!"

"Look, not that I don't love the idea or anything, but can we please get back to you pinning me against the wall?"

"Nope. In fact, I think we should go pick Robin up and go to the pet store instead."

#steve gets the skrunkliest little piggie he can find and calls him gremlin #eddie is absolutely not charmed by this tiny creature in the slightest no sir not at all #steve would definitley never come home to find eddie cuddling with gremlin and feeding him dandelion leaves #robin's piggie monsiuer duvet would never be snoozing in eddie's pocket either #eddie is still waiting to be pinned against the wall though #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #bigboywrites #mine

[wynnyfryd]

make me

388 words | rated E | written for @steddiemicrofic March prompt: 'pin' cw: explicit sexual content, cnc fantasy, oral sex

"Eat a dick, Munson."

"Make me."

Stupid swagger, big-mouthed smirk; devil horns as he goes.

Fuck that guy.

Steve knows Munson's just trying to get a rise out of him — the joy of having a locker right next to the biggest freak in school — but in his head, he follows him.

Trails him to the bathroom on the far side of the school, behind the band room where no one will hear them, and he pins Munson against a sink when his back is turned. Gets his arms pulled up behind him, makes him expose the long line of his throat.

Munson struggles; of course he does, but Steve was on the wrestling team, so.

"Remind me what you wanted?" Steve meets his eye in the reflection.

Munson spits onto the glass.

Another struggle as Steve turns them; pins him again, chest to cold tile, feet kicked nice and wide, and he slips down the wall with a quiet, high-pitched yelp.

All that vibrato, and for what?

"You still want me to make you?"

Munson nods with a whimper; Steve shoves him to the floor.

He's not gentle about it, not subtle or sweet like he is with pretty girls. He spins Munson around and lines his cock up to his lips, pinches his jaw until his mouth falls open with a pop — but Munson takes it like a dream, and his mouth is fucking huge; no wonder he can't ever shut up.

"Not so mouthy now, are you?" Steve laughs as he pushes all the way in, and Munson chokes and whines, his eyes rolling back in his head, and Steve's holding him by all that hair while he fucks his face, pumping his hips and stuffing himself past those pretty lips. All the way down Munson's throat. Wants to fill his throat with come; wants to come until Eddie can't breathe.

Eddie pulls back with a ragged gasp, and his whole body convulses as he comes in his tight black jeans, and Steve follows him over the edge with a low groan, painting Eddie's flushed cheeks with streaks that match the color of his teeth. Then Eddie grins at him, wide and dopey, tongue stuck out and come dripping into his eyebrow, and he says, "Clean me up, Stevie, baby."

And Steve just says: "Make me."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic March challenge.

Five, Nine, Nine, Two

March Prompt: Pin | Word Count: 388 | Rating: G | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Banter, Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Still Together, But Still Pushing Each Other's Buttons

"What do you mean you don't remember your PIN? You created it!" Steve yells, and Eddie just keeps moving in front of the computer. Pacing. Fretting. Worrying his hands. 

"First off, I didn't pick it. They just gave it to me and I'm expected to remember it? It's, like, eight letters. Maybe some numbers. I don't know. I'm too old for this," Eddie rambles, staring at the computer screen. Like he can will it back to the forefront of his memory.

He doesn't remember. Can't. It's just gone, vaporized.

"You didn't write it down?" Steve snaps, digging around the cluttered desk, scattering a handful of crumpled Post-Its across the keyboard. "None of these are it?!"

"You told me to stop doing that, so I did!" Eddie argues back. Because Steve had forced him to stop writing down his passwords and PINs months ago, and now, well, this is what they have to show for it.

Eddie hums under his breath, trying to remember if he made up a little song about it or not. He does that sometimes. It helps.

"Stop singing under your breath and think!" Steve snaps, and Eddie waves his hands around his head, trying to get Steve to be quiet so he can concentrate.

"I am thinking!" Eddie yells, and then starts mumbling, singing under his breath, "Pineapple peach, dog frog, five-"

"Nine, nine, two…" Steve sings along with him, clearly annoyed, drawing out that two like it has seventeen letters instead of three. "You sang that stupid nonsense song all last week. I don't want it stuck in my head again, stop it!"

Eddie stops. Looks at Steve, "That's my password."

He taps the keyboard slowly, one hunt-and-pecked key at a time: PPDF5992.

And sure enough, they're in.

Steve kisses Eddie on the side of the head, then sits down, guiding the mouse cursor to the little applications message box that's lit up in the corner, indicating there's a response waiting.

"It's there," Steve says, mouse still hovering.

"Well, click it!" Eddie demands, putting both his hands on Steve's shoulders, squeezing, urging him on.

Steve clicks it.

Accepted.

Eddie shakes Steve's shoulders in excitement. They passed the home visit. The shelter is giving them a cat. And not just any cat, the most perfect cat Eddie has ever seen in his whole life.

I don't know why this was the first thing that came to mind, but it's definitely inspired by Marshall from How I Met Your Mother and his singing nonsense to remember his bar exam password.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiemicrofic and follow along with the fun! ❤️

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddiemicrofic

[wormdebut]

MARCH MICROFIC - PIN ME, MOUNT ME

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: pin | WORD COUNT: 388 | Rated: E | CW: dom/sub dynamics

——

Look. Listen.

Maybe Eddie Munson pinning him up against a wall with nothing but a broken bottle and the fear of a non-existent god in his eyes did something for him, alright?

Things have changed for Steve since the world almost ended a fourth fucking time.

And most of that has to do with Eddie.

So if the fact that Eddie is currently biting marks into Steve’s skin, is surprising…it really shouldn’t be.

“Pin me.” Steve’s voice is quiet, but Eddie hears the plea anyway.

Eddie laughs low, against Steve’s skin, before leaning back. “What?”

“Like you did in the—“

He’ll never get tired of Eddie’s smirk, the way his eyes glint when he’s figured something new out about Steve.

“Like the boathouse? Oh, Stevie. Baby.”

Steve will never admit to making the sound he does as one of Eddie’s gorgeous fucking hands found its way around his throat. The other grips against his hip and shoves, forcing Steve against the wall.

Yeah this—he loves this.

“God, you’re just fucking perfect aren’t you baby boy.” Eddie growls into his ear.

And—Steve isn’t perfect. He sure as hell doesn’t think so.

But he is whatever Eddie wants him to be.

He moans as Eddie mouths at the soft skin behind his ear. His voice breaks when he feels teeth.

“God—fuck. Perfect for you.” He breathes. Eddies hand around his throat tightens, just a little.

“Yes you are, precious. A perfect fucking slut for me, aren’t you.”

Eddie forced his leg between Steve’s. Steve can’t do anything other than grind down.

Eddie continues, “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you angel? Pin you and mount you on a wall like a gorgeous fucking butterfly.”

“Yes yes—fuck Eddie please just—“

Lips crash into his own and Steve sees stars.

The only thing better than kissing Eddie Munson is—

“Fuck me, Eddie please. Please.” He pleads, begs.

Needs it.

Eddie laughs against his lips. “Right in the hallway?”

Steve pushes forward, against Eddie’s hand, before nipping at his bottom lip. “Yes. Need you.”

Eddie’s hand leaves his throat and Steve mourns the loss. It’s only temporary though, he runs a finger over Steve’s cheekbone and smiles. It’s soft, a break in this familiar facade he puts on whenever they get up to something like this.

“Whatever you need, little butterfly.”

#it’s a soft e but you’ll understand. #honestly you’re welcome for this. #steddie #worm brain #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie blurb #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch

[steddieas-shegoes]

safely pinned

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'pin'

388 words | rated m | cw: canon-typical violence, mentions of sexual content | tags: established relationship during s3, secret relationship, they're in love your honor

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As he was pinned to the ground and yelled at in Russian, all Steve could think about was Eddie.

Eddie had snuck a kiss to his cheek earlier when he stopped by to get his usual ice cream. His hand squeezed his hip before Robin had come back to the front with a new container of the strawberry flavor he'd requested.

It was risky, but Steve was getting to a point where he just didn't care anymore.

What did he have to lose really? Especially now, two Russian soldiers almost certainly ready to kill him because they were convinced he knew government secrets that he wouldn't share.

He could hear Robin yelling from the chair in the middle of the room, could feel the anguish in her tone. He couldn't do anything but take the hits, one after another and think about the way Eddie's touch was so soft.

Always so soft, even when they got rough, even when he pinned him to the bed or the wall or the floor.

Steve let his mind drift to the last time Eddie had him pinned against the bed, face down while Eddie fucked into him, kissed his neck, fingers laced with Steve's while he held them against the sheets. It wasn't quite enough to distract from the pain blossoming in his stomach and face from the most recent punches and kicks, but it was enough to get him through it.

The rest of the night was a blur of running, bathroom floors, movie screens, numbness and pain in equal measure.

And then there was Eddie, like an angel from heaven, running up to the ambulance Steve and Robin were forced to sit in while they were monitored.

"Eddie!" Steve giggled. "Robbie, look! You remember Eddie."

Robin, who had been lucky enough to not be concussed on top of the drugs, rolled her eyes and waved at Eddie, who looked about one second away from breaking down.

"Stevie, what the fuck happened?"

"I can't tell you, but I think you should take me home," Steve started to stand up, falling head first into Eddie's chest. "I'm dizzy."

Steve drifted back to thoughts of Eddie holding him, pinning him to his chest tight enough to feel safe.

He just needed to feel safe.

"I got you, sweetheart. You're safe with me."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #cw: canon-typical violence #when will i stop #idk im making up for only doing one last month i guess #and also ignoring the fact that i do have many other things to write

[aidaronan]

Hold Still

For @steddiemicrofic's March prompt: pin || 388 words || Rated M Eddie flinched. "Shit, Jesus."

"Well, if you'd hold still…" How Steve managed embody the King of Sass while talking around the several safety pins he'd tucked between his lips, Eddie would never know.

"Sorry man, just jumpy today." And Eddie was. Of course that was mostly due to the fact that Steve was on his knees, working on pinning a hole in Eddie's stage pants, which meant his face was mere inches from Eddie's crotch.

Fixing pants wasn't exactly Steve's job, but also wasn't exactly NOT Steve's job. Because Steve was Eddie's tour manager, constantly switching back and forth between being the Nicest Guy You've Ever Met to casting Cutting Words on anyone who dared to be a hindrance. Steve couldn't snark at Eddie's pants though. Thus, the safety pins.

Thus, Steve hovering near Eddie's cock, which Eddie had definitely never fantasized about before. Not even once or a hundred times. No sir.

God, how was the guy's hair always so goddamned perfect even after days between showers? Pure sorcery.

"Eds, seriously need you to hold just this one leg still. I don't care if you go, like, full wavey tube guy on top. Just the leg, man. Just the leg. Wanna do that for me?"

"What I want is to kiss you on the mouth." Shit. He had not meant to say that.

"What?" Steve gaped at him and then cleared his throat, shaking his head as he opened the final pin. "Is that a Weird Eddie way of saying 'thank you, Steve'?"

"No." Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as Steve finished closing up the hole. "Steve… you're fired."

"What?" Steve immediately sat back onto his ankles. "Eddie, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Eddie made a noise, frustrated.

Steve put his hands on his hips. "Helpful."

"You are."

"What?"

"You're what's wrong." Shit, goddammit. In for a penny and all that… "Your pretty boy face, your perfect hair, your wit you don't even know you have, your lips that are… right there, near my-"

Steve's bottom lip hung open ever-so-slightly as he stared up at Eddie. Seconds passed. Eddie's heartbeat kicked hard against the walls of his carotid.

Then, one corner of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk, Steve cocked his head to the side and licked his lips.

"Right there near your what?"

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #fanfic #mine #steddie

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

March bonus prompt: birthday

Word count: 290

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic and especially the HAPPIEST of birthdays to @steddieas-shegoes! When I was first starting out in this fandom, you were one of the first people I really connected with, and I am so grateful for your presence on this site! ❤️

Steve knows it doesn’t have to be perfect, okay? He knows.

Except… it also kind of does.

Here’s how it goes. Last year, Eddie was stuck in a hospital, handcuffed to the bed, because he was wrongly accused of murder after almost being eaten by interdimensional monsters.

Steve has decided, as one of Eddie’s best friends—and the secret love of his life, not that Eddie needs to know about his feelings—that this year would be perfect.

The cake looks fantastic. The music has been left in Robin’s more-than-capable hands. The presents are all wrapped and sitting in a neat little pile on the kitchen table, behind the cake. Wayne’s just helped Steve finish his chili, the one thing Eddie asked for.

“If I can have anything this year,” he’d said quietly, looking off into the distance, “I think I don’t really want much. All my friends, obviously, but all I really want besides that is Wayne’s chili.”

“There’s no fuckin’ way,” he whispered later, ghosting his fingers over the wrapping paper of the largest present. “If this is what I think it is-”

Steve grinned as he finally tore into it, gasping when he’s holding a brand-new guitar, the same kind as the one lost to the Upside Down.

“You’ll have to give me an encore soon,” Steve murmurs later, after everyone else is gone, nodding at the guitar, before smiling nervously. “It’s not over yet. I have something for you that I keep chickening out of giving to you.”

Eddie frowns and tilts his head, listening. “What’s that?”

Steve ducks his head, barely dares eye contact when he says, “A kiss?”

Eddie grins, wider than Steve’s seen all day. “Well, what’re you waiting for? I want my birthday present!”

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #March bonus prompt #birthday #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #starambles

[matchingbatbites]

press here

I wrote another one. Thought up this idea and couldn't put it down. For @steddiemicrofic March prompt 'pin'.

388 words | Explicit | CW: physical restraint, use of "make me take it" for those who aren't a fan of that

“So what are those about?”

“What’s what about?” Eddie asks in return from where he’s hunched over, digging through his dresser, trying to find a specific shirt that Steve is 80% sure is in the dirty laundry. They’re supposed to be going to see some new movie, but Steve doesn’t mind stalling if it means he gets to see Eddie shirtless a bit longer.

“The handprints. You’ve told me about your other tattoos, but not about those.”

Steve’s noticed them before, of course he has. The two handprints on Eddie’s back are stark against his pale skin, like someone’s dipped their hands in black ink and pressed them to his shoulder blades. 

They’re enticing. Steve has fantasized about lining his own hands up with them, of using them as a guide to hold Eddie against the wall or pin him down to the bed. Thoughts that have only increased as they’ve continued to dance around each other, neither willing to make the first move.

Eddie stands up straight and turns to look at Steve with a sharp grin. “Those? They’re so pretty boys know where to hold me down while they fuck me.”

Jesus Christ.

Every filthy thought Steve’s ever had about those marks flashes through his mind, and he’s paralyzed with desire as Eddie stalks over to where he’s sitting on the bed. The tension that’s been building between them is increasing rapidly, the atmosphere stifling as Eddie reaches down to take one of Steve’s hands in his own.

“Your hands are pretty big, Stevie. Wanna see if they match up to mine?”

They don’t match up, but only because Steve’s hands are bigger than the inked ones.

He eclipses them completely as he pushes down on them, pinning Eddie to the mattress as he fucks into him from behind. It’s better than anything he dreamed of, especially with Eddie’s eager babble and the sinful arch of his back.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s it. Make me take it, Stevie, so fucking good.”

Steve groans at the encouragement and snaps his hips harder, digs his fingers into Eddie’s skin and thinks about leaving bruises, leaving his own mark on the man. He wants Eddie to feel the ache later, a reminder of just how good Steve is at holding him down. 

And hopefully, he’ll want to experience it again.

#thank you gin once again for letting me just drop filth into your dms #i feel like this would be better if it was more fleshed out #might do that in the future but we'll see #also!! baby's first homemade divider #i needed an appropriate one #steddie #steddie fic #steddiemicroficmarch #steve harrington #eddie munson #joey writes