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a monthly steddie drabble challenge hosted by thefreakandthehair and steddieas-shegoes

[steddiemicrofic]

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To celebrate the third (!!!) anniversary of the Steddie Microfic, we're doing prompts and word counts a little differently this month!

July 1-8: | three, 333 words | three years since the incident, three pointer, threesome, three more minutes

July 9-16: | years, 444 words | years later, through the years, haven't seen someone in years

July 17-24: | micro, 555 words | microfiche, microbiology, micro--*ahem*

July 25-31: | steady, 666 words | steady beat, steady hands, steady income

view previous prompts/collections here

what is this?

steddiemicrofic is a monthly drabble challenge. Each month will have a one-word prompt and a randomly-generated word count challenge between 300-600 words.

For example, a prompt might look like: ‘breakfast,’ 522 words.

how do I play?

We’ll announce the new prompt on the first of the month, and then you’ll have until 11:59 PM EST the day before the end of the month to fill the prompt (for example, if the month has 31 days, they will be due on the 30th). Your story should be a third person standalone fic with Steve and Eddie as the primary characters (or topic of discussion if doing outsider POV.) If you want us to share your story, you can tag us @steddiemicrofic and use that month’s hashtag.

Please note: word counts are strict. That’s the whole fun of the challenge, so please don’t tag us if your drabble turns into a 2k story.

We’ll use wordcounter.net to check the final word count before reblogging. (Note: your word processor might tally words differently, so be sure to run your draft through wordcounter.net specifically before posting.) WC limits only apply to the body of the story, so titles, descriptions, etc. won’t count against you.

sequel policy, updated 5.7.24

we are officially saying no sequels for microfic challenge submissions. what this means:

going forward, we won’t reblog sequel posts, whether they’re posted in the same month or across multiple months. if your story has “part 2,3, etc” in the title, or links to a previous installment, or mentions that you need prior context to understand the story, we will not reblog it

you may still fill each month’s prompt within a consistent au universe, but again, each submission must work as a standalone story (so don’t link previous installments in your submission post)

as always, feel free to do whatever you want with these prompts on your own blog! write parts 1-20 if you feel inspired, just please don’t tag us beyond part 1

is there a prize for playing?

No, but you can have a head pat and this cool rock I found outside.

are there any other rules?

Please be sure to rate your drabble using AO3 rating system [G=general, T=teen, M=mature, or E=explicit) and warn for any triggers/squicks at the top of the post so we can tag for those when we reblog. You can format your posts something like:

Title

written for ‘prompt’ wc: # | rated: __ | cw: __

can I suggest prompts?

Absolutely! Can’t guarantee we’ll get to all of them, but feel free to send prompts to the inbox and we can maybe run some bonus rounds in addition to the main monthly prompt.

can I participate anonymously?

You sure can, bestie.* To submit anonymously, please DM the mods first (so we can get in touch with you if we need you to update WC/tags or if we have any questions), then you can submit your fic as an anonymous ask to our blog. Anon asks still need to include a header with the title, rating, and content warnings, and WCs will be checked before publishing.

*For now. Not that we expect it to happen, but if for some reason our inbox gets flooded with anon hate/spam then we’ll have to update this rule.

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[beritybaker]

for @steddiemicrofic's first july prompt, "three"

rating: G | wc: 333 | ao3 also inside: pov wayne, steve's chevy, secret-ish relationship

The first time Wayne sees the strange Chevy, it’s in their driveway. He assumes Jeff finally got that car his folks have supposedly been promising for three years. Inside, instead of finding Eddie and his buddies watching TV, he hears voices back in Eddie’s room, muttering curses and whispering indistinctly about him being home early. Eventually, the shh-thunk of the window opening precedes a couple of yelps as someone climbs out.

That’s not too bad. Eddie’s twenty-three; if he’s fooling around with someone, it’s not Wayne’s place to intrude even if he wanted to.

The second time he sees it, it’s parked outside Claudia Henderson’s place. That still isn’t odd—Eddie and her Dustin run in the same circles. What Wayne isn’t counting on is who’ll walk out the front door just as he’s passing the house.

Steve Harrington waves over his shoulder to Claudia, who laughs at something he said while he climbs into the driver’s seat.

Since when does Harrington’s boy drive a truck? Wayne thinks, followed by, My Eddie is fooling around with Harrington’s boy?!

Wayne isn’t going to butt in, but this is one of those instances that reminds him despite how loud and uninhibited Eddie is, he’s far from a great communicator. Steve’s never been anything but polite to Wayne in passing, but he can’t help worrying about the implications of the two of them sneaking around.

The third time Wayne sees the Chevy, it’s back in his driveway. He steels himself to enter the house.

Eddie greets him with an enthusiastic, “Wayne!” Steve stands beside him.

“How’s it going, Ed?” Wayne tries.

“Great. Listen, I…want you to meet my boyfriend. Steve.”

Boyfriend. The word fills him with relief. It’s serious enough; it means something. 

Steve smiles and offers a handshake. “Sorry it took so long. I’ve been begging Eddie to introduce us for weeks.”

Wayne smiles back as he accepts it. “Boy sure can be stubborn.” He raises an eyebrow at Eddie, who purses his lips in defiance.

[adverbally]

Three’s Not a Crowd

Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt “three” | wc: 333 | rated: T | cw: omegaverse, references to pregnancy and birth | tags: future fic, kidfic, family planning, light angst

———

Steve paces the nursery with Cassidy cradled against his shoulder, rubbing her back to soothe her to sleep. She’s been fighting bedtime lately, just like the boys had around this age. Third time doesn’t seem to be the charm for avoiding the eight-month sleep regression.

It still seems unreal that they’ve been lucky enough to do this three times. Zachary will be five soon, Nathan just turned three, and Cassidy is still new enough to smell powdery and milky where she rests in his arms.

“Three is a good number, huh?” Steve muses. It doesn’t sound as convincing coming out of his mouth as it did in his head. Three is good, great, amazing… but he can’t help but want more.

Eddie’s voice comes from the doorway, low enough not to startle his mate or their baby. As always, he knows exactly what Steve is thinking. “Is she already asking for another sibling?”

Steve snorts a soft laugh, shifting Cassidy to his other side. “You know what a chatterbox she is. Just like her dad.” The joke isn’t quite funny enough to keep his smile from twisting into something more rueful.

Eddie pads barefoot across the carpet until he can wrap himself around Steve from behind and nuzzle his nose against his mating bite scar. “It’s okay to think about it.”

“I don’t want to be ungrateful. Or, like, tempt fate.” He cranes his neck to peek at Cassidy, finally dozing on his chest, the slope of her tiny nose and her swirls of chestnut hair. Unlike with the boys, Steve’s pregnancy with Cassidy was difficult, culminating in an emergency C-section two weeks early. The prospect of going through that again, or even something worse–

“Hey.” Eddie presses a kiss to his jaw. “You don’t have to decide today.”

Steve sags against him. He knows Eddie is right, they have time before his next heat. But… “Another girl would be nice,” he suggests, like the universe takes requests.

“Whatever you want,” Eddie vows.

[paceprompting]

overwhelmed

written for ‘three' | wc: 333 | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, eddie's dramatic and horny, smut

@steddiemicrofic

Holy fuck, he’s going to die.

He. Was. Going. To. Die.

And his obituary would read: Eddie Munson, after surviving a demonic bat chomping fest, ultimately perished due to a stupidly hot guy absolutely ruining him in bed.

Stupidly hot Steve Harrington, to be precise.

Which was a death-worthy fest in and of itself, but Eddie very much wanted to keep living a life where he kissed Steve Harrington right on those plush, pink lips and where Steve touched him with his large, rough hands.

In bed, with the warmth of his body tucked up against Eddie’s back. In the kitchen, fingers pressed into his hips and expert tongue on his throat. Or that one time in the backseat of Steve’s Beemer…

But, holy shit, he simply didn’t know if he could survive this.

How Steve’s amber-whiskey eyes stared up at him through his lashes, where he perched at the end of the mattress between Eddie’s splayed legs. His unfairly perfect hair mussed with sweat and Eddie dragging his hands through it all night, skin pink and flushed under his chest hair.

Eddie was slickest somewhere else, where Steve had four of his thick fingers thrusting in and out of his hole—loose and too sensitive, but left Eddie hard and dripping against his thigh nonetheless.

He twisted his hands into Steve’s obnoxious plaid sheets, caught between rocking his hips against Steve’s thrusts and lying back to just fucking take it.

“Steve, I—”

“You’re so close, I know you are,” Steve crooned, voice rough as he curled his fingers deep, rubbing without mercy at the bundle of nerves inside until the urge crested through Eddie, nearly there but out of reach.

But Steve—who never gave up on anything regarding Eddie, the blessed bastard—kept going. Pressed his fingers in and held Eddie’s wild leg still with his hand, such an easily-done gesture that it pushed Eddie over the edge with an echoing cry.

Steve grinned, the cat with the cream, and said, “That’s three, baby.”

[wynnyfryd]

you’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore

rated T | written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘three’ + 333 words | slice of life, injury, being goofballs as always

—

Three. That’s how many front teeth Eddie knocks out of his head trying to pull off some boneheaded trick at the skate park. “Owwwww,” he whines pitifully from the back seat of Steve’s car where he’s got his head in Robin’s lap, the sound muffled behind a bag of frozen peas pressed to his mouth.

“Yeah, well,” Steve says, stepping harder on the gas. Eddie’s teeth are in his pocket. “That’s what you get for trying to impress a little girl.”

“Excuse you,” Max glares from the passenger seat. “I’m fifteen tomorrow.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I have tits!”

“Ew.” Steve doesn’t want to think about her tits, for god’s sake.

“Steve,” Robin chides, adjusting Eddie in her lap as they round the last corner into town. “Don’t body shame.”

Max ignores her. “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “It wasn’t even impressive.”

“Hey!!” Eddie sits up; takes the bag off his mouth to protest; ends up spraying blood across the roof of Steve’s car as they go over a speed bump. Goddammit. Goddammit, he’s lucky Steve would do anything for him.

Steve scowls at him in the rearview and pulls up to the dentist’s office. “You’re cleaning that up.”

—

They get Eddie in to see the dentist surprisingly quickly.

Steve goes back with him, hangs out at the edge of the exam room and horrifies the assistant when he fishes three teeth roots-and-all out of the blood-stained front pocket of his jeans. Eddie’s all loopy on laughing gas so they can reimplant the two front teeth — “we’ll need to replace the lateral incisor” — and the whole ridiculous ordeal is kinda worth it when, at the end of the appointment, just the two of them alone in a tiny room, Eddie looks up at Steve like he hung the moon, gives him a big gap-toothed smile, and says “hey” like ‘I love you.’

He reaches out to hold Steve’s pinky. “Thanks.”

Steve squeezes back and says, “Any time.”

[itsalmoststrange]

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Written for week one of @steddiemicrofic s July challenge | Prompt: Three | WC: 333 | Rated: Gen | CW: None Tags: Scoops era; Bisexual Steve; Awkward flirting; The You Rule board; Pre Steddie

“You sure Munson?” Steve basically felt his stupid sailor hat move with how high his brows were moving. “Cones? You should get cups.”

“Harrington. Steve-o.” “Me and the guys will not pay for something to just…. throw it away.” The florescent light made the rings shine as they moved.

“But you are gonna drop them, or get the different flavor all smooshed up—”

“Hey, my hands are capable.” Steve followed the light that kept shifting as Munson wiggled his fingers. Steve knew that, he might have watched him talk with them over the years in school, seen how they moved over guitar strings when he and Tommy had snuck in a dark corner of the Hideout (just to get the thrill according to Tommy, just to see Eddie according to no one else). “I’m capable,” Munson said, making Steve’s ears warm.

Steve relented, and started to scoop, and scoop. “You do know that I won’t get you a refund if these meet the ground?” And of course one of the metal heads had wanted the almost always empty mint chocolate one in the furthest corner, it was nice though, to cool off while leaning in.

“You ok there Munson?” Putting the last, stacked high, cone into the awaiting, capable, hand he got a bit worried, Munson’s facial color matched the Raspberry sorbet.

Munson had never been quiet for as long while here before, not that his tongue wasn’t moving as it made those lips even shinier. 

“I… I should have payed before I grabbed these.” Big brown eyes moved down and then up again towards Steve’s, he swallowed.

“Right… I could just-” The color deepened as Steve reached over and pulled on the wallet chain. Not letting Munson’s eyes go as he returned it to the back pocket, tapped over it and then some, three times to be clear.

Watching Munson balance the cones away, glancing back over his shoulder, he heard an enthusiastic;  “Dingus! You got one in the you rule column!” 

[zombiethingy]

Like a moth coming back again

Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘three’

Title from "Into Oblivion" from Miss May I

wc: 333 | rated: T

tags: POV Eddie, Eddie is horny for Steve, threesome & masturbation mentioned

[AO3 link]

"No, thanks," is what he says. Meanwhile, the voice in his head screams nothing but "yes, yes, yes, please."

But he can't do it, needs to keep the distance, can't risk to put himself in this situation once more. Not when, after just one time, it takes all his strength to keep his body from betraying him, to keep a straight face and Steve none the wiser about how much he would actually love to. Not by accident or as a favour, just to get more of Steve.

But he can't.

The memories of that one time with Steve and that girl he didn't even bother to remember the name of are already enough to make it hard to be in Steve's presence and think. And that was in a dark room, with the girl in-between them all the time. But Steve was naked and making those delicious sounds. And Eddie did see a little but not enough, did hear a lot but would like so much more.

So, no, he can't join Steve and the next girl for another threesome and pretend that he's interested in the girl, not even that he's in it for the sake of having a threesome, not when all he wants is to see and feel and hear more of Steve. Steve alone.

"No," he says again, trying to convince Steve as much as himself. He even looks at Steve with all the sincerity he can.

A fatal mistake.

Steve looks back with those big eyes. He's not begging and doesn't look sad, but determined in a way that's somehow even worse.

There's no way Eddie is going to say no if Steve asks again, not with the way Steve's jaw is set and all his focus is on Eddie. Just how he wished for it to be afterwards, hands on himself and every minuscule detail he got of Steve running through his mind until he had to take another shower.

Steve opens his mouth again–

Fuck.

[griefabyss69]

Pinch Me!

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'THREE' wc: 333 | rated: T | cw: N/A | Tags: Pre-Relationship, Chest Hair, Nipples, Lust, Inspection, but not in the BDSM or medical way, Eddie's not a doctor anyway he doesn't know if he's right

Steve needs Eddie's opinion to settle an argument.

“Oh my God Steve,” Robin sighs. A years long exasperation permeates the air. “It’s not, you’re normal.”

Steve crosses his arms over his bare, hairy chest—Eddie forgets to listen as his tits get squished. He’s been with enough men to have preferences—unfortunately Steve tends to embody them all.

“It is! And it’s weird enough,” he argues, letting his arms drop. He’s too busy to notice that Eddie’s two seconds away from howling like a dog. “You’ve never even looked.”

“Yeah well—” Robin says, rolling her eyes. “Excuse me. I don’t want to get all personal with your—your nudity!”

Eddie bites at the insides of his cheeks. Their arguments are usually pretty entertaining—this one’s the best, because Steve took off his shirt to prove a point that Eddie can’t see.

“Then you don’t have a leg to stand on,” Steve says, like it’s final. “Eddie—”

Eddie’s head whips up from where he was squinting.

“Settle this,” he says, coming closer. Steve gestures at his chest like his tits are vowels on The Wheel of Fortune—Eddie desperately tries to conceal that he feels like a crazy horndog.

“Okay?” he asks, pulling up years of DMing experience to keep his composure; Steve’s tits are a hidden enemy, or a boon the party has to discover on their own.

“How many nipples do I have?” Steve asks. Eddie opens his mouth to say clearly there’s two, but—

This warrants scrutiny. He leans in closer—Steve smells good, like always. He looks whole and healthy and strong—Eddie’s mouth literally waters as Steve helpfully points to what could be a mole.

Eddie considers it, trying for objectivity.

“Could be a nipple, could be a freckle. Lemme test it,” he says, holding up his fingers. Steve doesn’t stop him, so he lightly pinches one of his regular nipples and gets fully hard when Steve sucks in a quiet gasp. He quickly moves onto the third one, lightly pinching that too. “Feel anything?”

“Feels normal,” he frowns, disappointed. “I don’t have three?”

[quynndestructable]

i'm not dreaming

written for @steddiemicrofic | prompt: ‘three’ [title from 'past lives' - børns]

rated g | 333 words | no cw | tags: domestic bliss, existential crisis He first says it like a joke, tossed across the living room like it’s nothing more than another stupid Harrington-ism, something to make Eddie snort and call him drama queen.

“Three lives,” Steve mutters, hip-bumping the coffee table straight while sweeping guitar picks and loose change into his palm. “King, babysitter, and whatever the hell this one is.”

This apartment wears them well: laundry in limp mountains on the couch, Eddie’s favourite mug sweating on the windowsill, Dustin’s spare key hanging beside theirs in a crooked row. A grocery list on the fridge, old ink beneath the fresh scrawl where Steve kept changing his mind about who they are now, what they need. Whole milk, low-fat, lactose-free. Life one, life two, life three.

King Steve lived in mirrors, in the sheen of a car hood and the hollow clamour of parties that never felt like fun. Babysitter Steve lived in bat-splintered knuckles and Eddie’s van, in the thud of sneakers racing down cracked-open suburban streets, and in the terrifying knowledge that he loved kids who weren’t his and would kill monsters for them.

This Steve lives here, in the dip of their shared mattress under Eddie’s weight, in the three towels that hang in the bathroom - one for him, one for Eddie, one permanently stolen by Dustin when he crashes. Now-Steve lives in the click of three locks on the door each night, counted off under his breath.

“One, I’m not at my parents’ house,” he says, thumb brushing the deadbolt.

“Two. I’m not in the Upside Down.”

He hesitates on the third, palm pressed flat against wood grain.

Eddie’s voice comes from the bedroom, lazy and sure. “Three, you’re here. With me.”

Steve exhales - it feels like shedding old skin - and turns back toward the soft bedroom glow, scattered guitar magazines, a man waiting for him with his hair tied up and his heart uncluttered.

“Yeah,” he answers, leaving his past lives at the door. “Third life’s the charm.”

[mugloversonly]

The Last Straw

This is for the @steddiemicrofic July Week one prompt "three" | wc: 333 | cw: implied violence | rating: G

summary: Eddie shows up at Steve's house in the rain.

AO3

Steve sips his hot chocolate, happily watching the rain fall outside.

A bright flash of lightening flashes across the sky, followed immediately by a window shattering crash of thunder.

His tranquility is disturbed by frantic knocking.

Immediately, Steve's hackles rise. No one should be stopping by, definitely not in this storm. He grabs his nailbat from the hall closet before glancing through the peep hole.

On the other side, is a wide eyed and soaking wet Eddie. Steve yanks the door open, confusion written all over his face. He gave his boyfriend a spare key, weeks ago.

“Eddie what the—” he begins.

Eddie pushes past, slams the door shut, and locks it. He glances around and pulls the nearby table in front for good measure.

Before he can ask, Steve finally gets a good look at the other man. What he sees, feels like a knife to the gut.

Bruises bloom along Eddie's face, blood and snot drips from his nose. Tears sit unshed in his eyes. They fall as soon as Steve softly cups his cheek.

“How many were there?” He asks. This isn't the first time Eddie's shown up like this and Steve doubts it'll be the last.

“Only three this time,” Eddie shrugs, like it's not a big deal.

“Eds,” Steve sighs, but doesn’t say anything else. There’s no point right now.

Silently, Steve takes Eddie's hand and leads him to his bathroom.

Slowly, he strips them of their clothes, rubbing warmth back into Eddie’s chilled skin before pulling him into the shower.

After, he applies antiseptic to his cuts, cream to his bruises, and soft kisses to his lips.

Laying in bed, he holds Eddie close, letting him cry until he succumbs to sleep.

Steve stares at the ceiling for hours.

Three times.

Three times in three weeks that Eddie’s arrived beaten and bloody.

Steve needs to do something to protect his boyfriend. Looking down at the sleeping man, Steve decides he’s getting Eddie out of this town.

Tomorrow.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Three Dollar Bill

Written for week 1 of the @steddiemicrofic blog's third anniversary challenge.

Rated: T

Prompt: three, 333 words

Tags: Gay bar; bisexual Steve; awkward flirting

“I don't get it,” Steve mutters, fiddling with his empty beer. There's a girl standing at the bar. Curly hair, dark nail polish, skinny jeans hugging a cute little ass. Too bad she won't be into him. “Why is the club called Three Dollar Bill?”

Robin sighs. “Because three dollar bills don't exist.”

Steve scoffs. Hot curly-haired chick throws back her head and laughs at something her date said. A tiny strawberry blonde with a tooth gap.

“So? Queer people do exist.”

Robin honks. “I love you. Get us another drink?”

He probably shouldn't. But she's finally starting to loosen up, so he goes.

He places their order, then hops on a bar stool. He's just in time to see the strawberry blonde girl slide into the seat beside Robin.

“Thank Christ,” says a voice by his ear. A deep, rumbly one. “Chrissy has been ogling your friend all night. It's her first time, so she's a little nervous.”

Steve turns. Hot curly-haired chick grins back at him, eyes twinkling with mirth. Except that voice was decidedly un-female just now, and shit, he's an idiot.

“Eddie,” says hot, curly-haired dude. “Saw you checking me out.”

“Steve,” Steve croaks. “Sorry, I thought you were a girl. I'm not …”

Eddie watches him gesture at the bar, and something about his smile turns sad.

“Got it. You're the straight chaperone, huh?”

Steve cringes. “Yeah. No. I'm not completely against the idea, I've just never- … What I'm trying to say is that I'm not a full three dollar bill. More of a two-and-a-half.”

Eddie has been listening to his ramble with a confused frown, but now his face lights up.

“Well, big boy,” he purrs. “I wouldn't mind adding my fifty cents, if you catch my drift.”

“Don’t you mean your two-” Steve starts. Eddie winks. “Oh. I mean … yeah? I'd like that?”

Eddie's smile goes large and dimpled. Steve leaves the club with three fresh hickeys and a number tucked into his pocket.

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[runninriot]

trust fall

written for @steddiemicrofic july week 1

prompt: three | wc: 333 | rated: E | tags: boys in love, hand job, light bondage | also on ao3

Steve's really no better than a dog conditioned to salivate at the jingling of a bell, can feel the downward rush of blood pumping hot into his lower half at the sight alone.

Eyes fixed on thick fingers with calloused tips, veins visible on the back of his hands, moving methodical, almost ceremonial, as Eddie slowly slides one chunky ring after another off his left.

    One-two-three, he lets them drop onto the nightstand individually, each thudding sound sending little shocks of desire through Steve, making impatience grow into unbearable need.

The single ring on his right stays on, always does, and Steve can already feel a phantom sensation of it on his skin before Eddie's even close enough to touch him.

   "Please," he hears himself beg, heart picking up pace when Eddie looks down at him and laughs.

   "I got you, baby."

It's a promise Steve knows he'll keep, but it doesn't soothe the ache, not with all this distance still between them.

Eddie's making a show of it, coating his fingers with the translucent gel. He ignores Steve's lusting gaze, eats him up instead with dark, hungry eyes, unashamedly feasting on the most vulnerable parts of him.

Steve waits in suspense, trembling with anticipation as the seconds pass, stretching into what feels like minutes until Eddie finally straddles his thighs. One hand wrapped around himself, the other spreading warmed up lube along Steve's cock, offering a smooth glide when he rubs their tips together.

Steve moans at the feeling and Eddie harmonizes with his own satisfied sound, mumbles sweet praise between open mouthed kisses that makes Steve blush from his ears down to his chest.

Eddie's hands work in tandem while Steve's own are bound at the wrists, tied up and useless.

    'You won't need them. Just let me take care of you,' Eddie had said, coaxing Steve into forced surrender.

Now helplessly subjected to his will but unafraid to do the trust fall. Because he knows Eddie will always catch him.

[mrsjellymunson]

The Anniversary

Written for the first of the @steddiemicrofic 3rd year anniversary celebration prompts, three | WC: 333 | Rating: E | POV: Steddie, but ambiguous | CW: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MDNI, explicit sexual content, allusions to homophobia

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“Baby, it's our third anniversary. I know you can do this. Will you try? For me?”

“Please, I– I don't know if I can.”

His voice is strained, he sounds in pain. But he loves his boyfriend, so he's willing to try. 

It's been a hard three years. 

To start with, they dallied around each other for ages, too shit scared to admit how they felt in case the other didn't reciprocate, and wasting so much time in the process. 

Then, they had to navigate coming out to their friends, revealing their relationship, and deciding how much affection they could safely express in public. 

After, there was the excitement, and anxiety, around shared accommodation, not least the necessity and extra expense of renting a two-bed lest people asked questions. 

But it's also been amazing. Joyful. Wondrous. Having a loving boyfriend to come home to, to build a life with, and give just as much love back to in return? Worth it.

But this boyfriend isn't above asking for demanding what feels like the impossible.

He’s already made him cum twice. First with his mouth on their shared sofa, cumming in his pants as he humped himself against his leg. 

Then again in the shower as they cleaned up, this time with fingers in his ass as his wet body trapped his still-sensitive cock between his belly and the cold tile. 

And now, as his beau rails him into their shared mattress, their hard work and adoration and devotion flowing between them, he falls over the precipice one final time as the love of his life spills inside of him.

He's rewarded with tender kisses peppered all over his sweaty, aching body, knowing the aftercare will be just as sweet. And yet his boyfriend is still somehow of the opinion that he's the lucky one, as he squeezes his ass cheek one last time and mumbles into the crook of his neck,

“Thank you, baby. I knew you could do it. Best. Gift. Ever.”

Thanks so much for reading!

Who did you put where? (I couldn't decide so I thought I'd let you choose 😉)

A/N: Hmm, I only have 333 words for this most meaningful of microfics, what shall I concentrate on? *slams hand on table* SMUUUTTT!!!

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiemicrofic.

headlong

July Prompt: Three | Word Count: 333 | Rating: E | CW: Edging, Fingering | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Soft, Boys In Love, Eddie Brings Steve To The Brink

"Three?" Eddie asks.

And Steve nods his head, a sharp bob. "Three."

Eddie starts to ease a third finger inside, his knuckle catching. He's slicked up good, but Steve still whines, and it's honestly a sound Eddie adores. The sound of him wanting. Needing. 

"Too much?" Eddie asks.

"Not enough," Steve bemoans, and Eddie grins. That's his bossy, bitchy boy. Steve's always got complaints, and Eddie's always all ears. He wants to string him along, making him shudder and shiver with how much he's feeling.

It's powerful.

And Eddie never felt powerful a day in his life until he ran headlong into Steve Harrington's open, loving arms.

Steve takes a deep breath, relaxing further into the sheets, and Eddie slides home. Three fingers, buried deep.

"Uh," Steve huffs out as Eddie slowly works them inside him. Moving in short, deep thrusts. Flexing his hand, just a little. Enough to brush Steve's prostate with his thick knuckles. 

Steve whines, toes curling.

Eddie wants to keep him like this indefinitely. His orgasm, just out of reach. Straddling the precipice, ready to fall if Eddie would just do something more.

"Full," Steve says, cheek resting on the pillow. His hair in his eyes. It's gotten long, and when he's like this, it never keeps its shape. It's always hanging limp. Damp with sweat. It was fascinating to see the first time. Like Steve was removing his persona. 

Eddie never got the whole Clark Kent glasses thing until he saw Steve Harrington with damp, floppy hair. Whole different person. 

A softer version, most definitely.

Eddie uses his free hand to stroke Steve's lower back. Gentle fingers against soft hair, and Steve sighs. Closing his eyes.

Moving his fingers with more purpose, Eddie watches as Steve winds back up. Getting closer to the edge one more time.

Eddie lets him. 

Then, backs off again.

Steve's breathing is shallow, face flushed, but he looks peaceful. 

Eddie reaches up and brushes his hair out of his eyes, and Steve smiles.

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! ❤️

[steddieas-shegoes]

that's three

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'three'

rated e, 18+ only | 333 words | cw: implied drug use | tags: friends with benefits, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, implied anal sex if you squint at eddie's asshole

3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣

“That’s two.”

Eddie can’t stop shaking. His hands, his legs, his goddamn toes probably. Who knew Steve was this good at sex?

“I need one more from you, baby.”

That was the deal. Steve gets him off three times as payment for his weed. Eddie didn’t mean three times at once, but it’s too late to stop him now. He’d be an idiot to stop now.

“I know,” Eddie gasps when Steve’s mouth closes around his oversensitive dick. “Fuck. Oh my god.”

He doesn’t have to look down to know Steve’s smirking. Steve is infuriating because he’s so sure of himself with everything, even sucking dick, which he’s apparently never done before Eddie. Infuriating because he’s very good at it and Eddie’s staring down the barrel of a third orgasm in less than 30 minutes. It’s ridiculous.

He’s relentless and messy, licking up the cum from Eddie’s last orgasm and spitting on his already leaking tip. He’s not even fully hard, but he’s so close to the edge already. He may have never even left it after the last one.

Steve’s finger circles his dripping hole and that’s all it takes. He’d be embarrassed if he could feel anything other than ecstasy.

He slows down as he swallows what little cum manages to escape Eddie’s dick, but his finger presses inside. Eddie arches his back, unable to stop himself from grabbing Steve’s hair.

Steve looks up at him as he lets Eddie’s dick fall from his mouth, wide grin already in place.

“That’s three.”

Eddie’s head falls back against the pillow as he laughs.

He has fun with Steve. That’s the most unexpected part of all of this. Steve buys from him every couple of weeks and always finds excuses to stick around and hangout. A month ago, he found a new way to stick around in the form of getting Eddie’s dick in his hand or mouth. No complaints from Eddie.

Eddie’s never returned the favor. But he could.

“Your turn now.”

[runninriot]

the look

written for week 1 of the @steddiemicrofic july challenge

prompt: three | wc: 333 | rated: G | tags: established relationship, steve is weak for eddie's puppy eyes, eddie is a menace but steve loves him for it

Three years.

It's been three fucking years.

You'd think Steve has learned his lesson by now but somehow, Eddie still manages to surprise him. To catch him completely off guard and make him question everything he knows about the man he's been sharing a bed and a life with for so long.

Because when he enters their home, tired from work and ready to waste away in front of the TV for the rest of the evening, he's greeted by two pairs of puppy dog eyes.

   "Babe. What did you do?"

Eddie looks at him, all innocent and sweet.

   "His name is Dio. Well, the lady at the shelter said his former owners called him Rocky. But I like Dio more. And I think he likes it, too."

As if to agree, the dog Eddie holds in his arms starts wagging its tail, happily nuzzling and licking his face.

   "Can we- I don't know. Maybe take a few steps back so you can explain to me again why the fuck there's a dog in our house?"

Eddie has the audacity to shush him, covering the dog's ears with one hand.

   "Steve! No swearing in front of the child, please."

    The- what?

Steve's going to strangle him.

   "He's only three," Eddie says, as if that explains anything.

   "I'll ask again." Steve tries to sound annoyed but he knows he's probably failing. "Whose dog is that?"

   "He's our dog!"

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs defeated. He's weak, can't fight the power of Eddie's big, beautiful eyes when he looks at him like that.

   "I don't wanna hear a single word about it being too early, or too hot, or too rainy outside to go on walks. He's your responsibility."

Without another word, Steve heads to the bathroom, biting down a smile when he hears Eddie whisper, "I told you he couldn't resist the look. That's how I convinced him to be my boyfriend. And now he loves me more than anything."

[steddiemicrofic]

🎉HAPPY 3 YEARS OF MICROFIC!🎉

(hiiiiii wynnyfryd here i cannot believe my baby is THREE 🥹🥹😭😭 thank you thank you thank you to everyone who still participates and to mick and lex for being such hot and effective and consistent mods, i love you and this community so much let’s kiss let’s fucking kiss!!!)

For July, we're celebrating 3 years of the Steddie Microfic Challenge!

Because it's such a big milestone, we're shaking things up a bit. Instead of one word and word count for the month, we will be doing 4 words and 4 word counts throughout the month!

July 1-8: | three, 333 words | three years since the incident, three pointer, threesome, three more minutes

July 9-16: | years, 444 words | years later, through the years, haven't seen someone in years

July 17-24: | micro, 555 words | microfiche, microbiology, micro--*ahem*

July 25-31: | steady, 666 words | steady beat, steady hands, steady income

As a reminder, the word count for the prompt should be exact according to wordcounter.net. Make sure to copy and paste it there first before tagging us! We will comment with '🥧' when the word count has been confirmed and the post has been added to our queue.

All posts are due at 11:59 PM EDT on the day before the last day of that prompt's week (for example, all posts for the prompt 'three' should be submitted by 11:59 PM EDT on July 7th). Please don't submit for a prompt early! Part of the fun with this month's challenge is keeping the prompt posts separate each week.

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We hope you had a great June and we're excited to see everyone participating in our special celebration this month! - Lex, Mick, and Wynn 🎉