an argument was made to release the prompts earlier than i was planning on and also i realized i posted last year's prompts in august so here are the prompts for steddie spooktober 2025!
i was so happy to see prompt fills for our pop-up events earlier this year, and now it's time to get writing for october!!
i'm so excited to see what you create :o)
~noelle
INTRO/FAQ POST | #STEDDIESPOOKTOBER TAG | LAST YEAR
WEEK 1: October 1-4
âIs that your blood?â â cozy â cinnamon â macabre
WEEK 2: October 5-11
âKeep the mask on.â â burn â scarecrow â grave
WEEK 3: October 12-18
âThis place is spooky.â â creep â (k)night â boogeyman
WEEK 4: October 19-25
âI didnât think that would hurt.â â claw â chill â tradition
@steddie-spooktober day 3: apples | rated: G | wc: 998
âWow, heâs really good at that.â Robin remarks as Eddie sloshes back up out of the bucket with yet another apple caught in his grin, âWho'da thunk, huh?â
âYeahâŠâ Steve breathes, watching Eddieâs hair drip down over his forehead and down his neck, âHeâs really good with his mouth.â
Robin chokes on her most recent swig of cider, âIâm sorry, what?!â
âUhâŠâ Steve feels his face turn hot, âHuh? I didnât say anything.â He moves to turn away back into the Hoppersâ cabin, an excuse of the bathroom or a new mug of cider ready behind his teeth and Robin on his heels
âOh no you donât; you explain yourself this instant Steven Marie Harrington!â She demands, voice much louder than heâd like it to be, âWhat did you just say about Eddie Munsonâs mouth??â
âNothing that anyoneâespecially the Eddie in questionâneeds to hear! Quiet down!â He whispers in a harried tone.
He pulls her into Hopperâs tiny bathroom, snapping the door shut behind him.
âYou have a crush on Eddie Munson?! Our Eddie Munson?â
Steve leans back against the door and sighs, letting himself sink to the floor. âStill too loud.â he says, not actually meaning it.
She mustâve been able to tell that heâs trying to stall, so she sinks onto the shallow edge of the tub to wait. One of her knees knocks against the bowl of the toilet, the other against the wall.
âI think I have for a little while now. Since spring break at least.â he confesses, now that heâs in the proper position to do so, here on the bathroom floor.
âYou found time to get your first crush on a guy since figuring out youâre bi, and itâs during yet another upside-down related catastrophe.â Robin states rather than asks. âYouâre something else, Dingus.â
âGee, thanks for your support.â
âYou have it always, obviously,â she waves him off, âJust surprised that the first Iâm hearing about it is when your horny lizard brain tells me for you.â
âItâs been getting really annoying lately.â
âWhat, having a big gay crush on someone? I feel you.â
âNo, lizard brain is being really annoying lately. But yeah, also that.â
Steveâs gaze is stuck on the slightly mis-matched piece of linoleum between his feet, but sees Robin nod her head in his periphery.
Neither say anything for a solid 45 seconds, until: âSo what are you going to do about it?â
âSomething⊠eventually⊠maybeâŠâ he hedges, âJust âcause heâs into guys too doesnât mean heâs into me.â
âOh yeah, of course he isnât.â
He rolls his eyes at the sarcasm. âIâm being serious Robin.â
âMe too.â
Steve finally looks up at her.
âDonât give me that look, Iâm being serious about my sarcasm, Steven. Of course Eddieâs into you; you saw how he was flirting with you during the whole Vecna fiasco!â Robin flails her arm around in emphasis, âHow heâs been flirting with you ever since.â
âWhat if thatâs not just for me though, heâs annoyingly charming to everyone!â
âHe may be charming,â She grimaces (âHey!â), âBut that doesnât mean heâs out here flirting with anyone!â
âHe just feels comfortable with me.â
âEveryone our age knows about Eddie, Steve, and heâs still been his same dorky self with all them. Youâre the only one heâs been flirting with nonstop.â
Steve opens his mouth to respond, but closes it again.Â
Damn, sheâs got a point.
Eddie never calls Jonathan âsweetheartâ, or Argyle âbig boyâ... heâs heard him say once that Hopper was his first crush when heâd had one too many drinks, but sheâs right.. Eddieâs only flirty with him.
Steve suddenly feels all swoopy inside. And it must show on his face somehow, because Robin says âEw gross, youâre thinking about him arenât you?â
âNo, Iâm thinking about Hopperâ of course Iâm thinking about him!â Steve grins, then pushes him up off the floor. âOkay, okay, I just have to make it through the rest of the day, and Iâll ask him out tomorrow when he comes in to bother us for a free rental at work.â
He looks down at Robin, searching her face for any sign that it isnât a good plan.
She nods, âGood. Now where are you going to take him?â
The answer to that one was simple, âMovie date at my place.â
Robin snorts, âA bit presumptuous, eh Stevie?â
The floaty feeling in his gut turns into a boulder, âI meanâ Thatâs not whatâ Obviously Iâd love it toââ he cuts himself off for the last time at the smirk on her face. âOh fuck you.â He shakes his head in fond exasperation as he turns, heading back out of the bathroom.
Robinâs teasing him still when the back door opens and Eddie waltzes in, the round, decorative basket Joyce had been using to put all the apples people fished out of the barrel in his arms and a(nother? The same?) apple lodged in his teeth.
He spots them and puts the basket down on the island, spinning dramatically to lean onto the tabletop to face them.
His hand comes up to grab onto the apple, snapping off a bite and sucking away the juice as he takes it away from his mouth, âHey Stevie, Birdie,â he says over a mouthful of crunching fruit.
Steve blinks once, then turns to Robin, âIâm not going to survive 'till tomorrow.â
Before she or Eddie can react, Steve is striding across the room and pulling his sodden friend to him in a tart, apple-flavored kiss.
Robin says something about being lookout, but Steveâs too busy feeling Eddieâs mouth on his.
Until Eddie pulls back that is.
âShitâ Eddie, Iâm so sorry, Iââ Steve stops when Eddieâs finger comes up between them.
Eddie chews once, twice, a third, then swallows down the rest of his bite.
Ah.
âOkay,â Eddie breathes once his mouth is clear. âNow, where were we?â He tosses the apple over his shoulder and descends upon Steve once again.
If You're Not Into It, Just Say The Word by lemmerman
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman
Additional Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Handcuffs, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Daddy Issues, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Consent, Sexual Fantasy, Internalized Homophobia
Summary:
When Eddie comes home to find a familiar piece of paper at the bottom of the stairs, he knows heâs in for a surprise in the bedroom.
What awaits him instead of his boyfriend Steve however, is a mysterious stranger who looks just like him but claims to be Gator Tillman, a deputy from North Dakota who wants to arrest Eddie for deviant behaviours.
But maybe, if Eddie plays his cards right, he can use those deviant behaviours heâs so famous for to get himself out of jail free, and get himself off at the same time.
Short little blurb under the cut!
Eddie froze on the spot. "Sorry officer, I thought-"
"How about you let me do the thinkinâ, huh?" He slid his hand down his thigh and freed his gun, pointing it in Eddie's direction. It did look very realistic, almost to the point of uncomfortable. "Now, hands behind your head."
Eddie did as he was told, interlocking his fingers. He gave Gator his most sympathetic look. "But officer, I'm a good boy, really."
"Are you makin' fun of me?" Gator asked, stalking forward. "Because I can guarantee that makin' fun of me isn't gonna go the way you want. I'm a winner, and you're a loser â and that's just how it is."
"Are you sure about that?" Eddie teased.
No, he looks⊠Well, no, comfortable is accurate.. so is cozy, and content and⊠settled.
Eddie looks settled
It's been a while now since heâs shared Steveâs space, shared this room with him. put up posters and scattered his notebooks and cigarettes and lighters across every surface.
There's a matchbook under the bed thatâs been there for months now, just out of eyeline if youâre looking for it from atop the mattress.
There's a pile of vinyls stacked next to the rickety shelf Eddie insists will last a while longer, even with the giant record player carefully balanced on top of it.
And not just the bedroom, but the rest of the apartment too; the kitchen sink has dirty dishes in it that Eddie says 'just need to soakâ, thereâs a mismatched set of towels over the bar in the bathroom, a pair of boxers behind the door that he never finds when it's time for laundry, an obnoxiously floral-printed couch and well-worn leather armchair that have moved from curb to living room..
Heâs spread out over this space they share, making it feel almost as alive as when Robin lived there with Steve, back before sheâd moved in with her girlfriend Chrissy.
But, Steve thinks, Maybe cozy is the better word for how Eddie looks in this moment.
Settled low against the headboard, a mountain of pillows behind his back and shoulders, the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand draped over him as his chin dips to his chest and book gets dangerously close to falling from his fingers entirely.
Itâs the third time heâs done it now, and if what heâs witnessed over Eddie's time here, itâll be the last.
Steve sweeps closer, silent as ever, and nudges the book just the inch in towards the wall it needs to not crash onto the floor when Eddie loses his grip on it entirely.
He leans in and touches his lips to Eddie's temple, whispering a goodnight he isnât sure the other man hears.
Then, like every other night Eddie falls asleep in this room, he straightens, flicks a finger at the sparkling cloud hanging over the lampshade, and blinks away with the light.
ehehehe did anyone expect ghost!steve??
in my head steve both knows and doesn't know he's dead, hence the 'robin moving out' part even though it was more a necessity than a choice after steve died; and also in my head this is a modern au and eddie's from our time/later and steve's been alone in the apartment a while, not really bothering with knowing/being around any of the previous residents
sun-kissed | for @steddiemicrofic june prompt hot AND @steddie-spooktober summerween pop-up prompts pines and trickster
pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 315 | rated: G | on AO3
In the end, it took practically nothing at all for Steve to lean forward.
Itâd been a perfect day so far. 85 and sunny, a light breeze that pushed through the pines behind the Harrington home, the faint smell of coconut in their sunscreen, the hiss of pop cans and the sizzle of hot dogs on the grill.
Now, after the kids had gone and with Robin upstairs in the shower, Steve takes the time to clean up the few dishes theyâd used, then leans his weight forward on the island, letting the A/C settle against his sun-warmed skin.
Eddie was sitting across from him, sunburnt and hair wild from the mix of sun, sweat, and chlorine the groupâs day in Steveâs pool, going on and on about some new big bad he was crafting up for one of his games.
âA trickster, Steve! Itâd be perfect; I could to do whatever I wanted to to fuck with them, and itâs part of the lore!â
He was grinning wide, nearly as bright as the sun had been earlier that day.
And thatâs all it took.
Steve leaned forward, and kissed his friend mid-sentence.
Eddieâs lips are chapped, his cheek hot under Steveâs palm, and instead of panicking about what is happening, instead of thinking about how Eddie really should be drinking water right now instead of another pop so his lips will be less chapped next time, and that he should probably run upstairs for the aloe instead of making it sting worse with his touch, Steve just⊠keeps kissing him.
Eddie takes the half second Steve had reserved for the thoughts he wasnât having to get with the program, shooting his own hands forward and holding Steveâs own sun-warmed face in his hands.
After another long moment, Steve pulls back, leans onto the counter on his elbows again, and says, âSo, a trickster, huh?â
it's been so long since i wrote any steddie so i figured the microfic length would help!! đ hope you enjoyed this little thing!
@steddie-spooktober day 9: werewolf | T | wc: 1,735
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âI need a werewolf to take one look at me and go âIâll have thatâ then claim me as their mate and never let me go.â Eddie says out of the blue.
The soda Steve was drinking stings the back of his nose as it attempts to avoid ending up in his gullet, and Robin automatically starts to pat his back sympathetically as he continues to splutter
The older teens are all over, just a normal kickback type thing after the kids had all been ferried out of Steveâs pool and over to the Wheelersâ armpit of a basement for the night. He and Robin are replenishing their snacks in the kitchen and Steve had been attempting to polish off his current can before grabbing another when Eddieâd said that. Stupid enhanced hearing.
And Robin didnât even hear it; To her, it mustâve just seemed like Steveâs soda went down the wrong pipe or something.
The conversation in the other room continues on while he struggles to breathe. âOkayâŠdo I even want to know?â Nancy asks, her voice tinged with disgust.
âYou never read fanfiction, Nance?â
âNo, canât say I have.â
âWell I have, and having a hairy werewolf hottie decide youâre the one he wants? Swoon.â
âIs that a thing?â
âEverything is someoneâs thing, man.â Argyle drawls out.
âWhy?â Nancy again.
ââCause humans are weird.â
âNo, no, I mean why werewolf?â
Steve tunes out Eddieâs response when Robin speaks beside him; âYou okay, Dingus?â
âYeah, yeah, justââ should he even tell her what heâd heard? âŠNah. Heâd rather preserve his dignity for a little while longer, thanks. âJust went down the wrong pipe is all.â
âWell if youâre done dying, Iâm sure the others are wondering where their snacks are.â
She pats him again, twice in quick succession, and grabs up the freshly re-filled bowl of popcorn and two cans of beer beside her on the counter.
Steve does the same, a bowl of chips in one hand and another three cans in his other, following Robin back into the living room.
To his absolute horror, the first thing she asks when she steps across the threshold back into the room is, âWhatâd we miss?â
âEddie was telling us about his kinks.â Nancy states, accepting the can Robin holds out to her; Robin plops down onto the carpet beside her and cracks open hers.
âItâs not a kink, itâsâ-â Eddie argues, cutting himself off, âOkay, maybe it is a kink, but itâs just fictional!â
Robin looks at him, confused. âWhat is?â
âHe wants to be claimed by a wolf.â Jonathan explains, grabbing two of the cans from Steve and passing one to Argyle beside him on the couch.
âNot a wolf, a were-wolf!â Eddie protests loudly at the same time Robin starts cackling.
âDidnât know you had a thing for biting, Munson.â
âDidnât know you knew what claiming even entails, Buckley.â
âYou think I havenât been on AO3?â She shakes her head at him, âAnd I thought we were friends..â
None of the others seem to notice Steveâs lack of response or his bright red face, all of them wrapped up in Eddieâs denial.
âWeâve seen crazier shit..â Jonathan concedes, his response a little delayed and his tone thoughtful. âWho says werewolves arenât real? Or mermaids? Or bigfoot?â
âBigfoot is real.â Eddie and Argyle say in unison.
âThatâs just fantasy! And no heâs not..â Nancy says, rolling her eyes at the boys.
âWith all the insane shit thatâs been happening apparently for years now, youâre telling me that vampires, werewolves, and all that crap arenât a thing? What, are those too fictional for you?â Eddie argues.
Before Nancy can respond, and to Steveâs absolute horror, Robin looks right at him with a devious looking glint in her eye. âWhat do you think, Steve?â
Three more of the remaining four faces turn to him at once; Argyle remains gazing contentedly up at the ceiling where heâs lounged back on the couch, his feet propped up on one arm and his head in Jonathanâs lap.
âAbout what?â
âAbout werewolves.â Eddie and Robin respond at once, the two passing a suspicious glance between them before turning their eyes back to Steve.
âWanting to be claimed or whatever, or whether or not they exist? âCause I donât quite have an answer for either.â
Eddie, Nancy, and Robin all start talking at once, Steveâs ears picking out each thing; âItâs not just that! Why wonât any of you listen to me?â, âPlease donât tell me you believe this crap too, Steve.", âBoth, obviously!â
He sighs, âStranger things have happened, Nance,â he says, answering her first, then turning his attention to Eddie, âSo explain it then.â
Robin chuckles again, lower in volume this time, and he prepares himself for whatever shit heâs gonna get from her about this. Steve asking the subject of his relatively new gay bi panic turned full-blown crush why exactly heâd be into him right to his face has got to be like Christmas coming early to her.
âItâs the whole claiming thing too, alright, donât get me wrong, but it's also the..â Eddieâs face shifts into embarrassment and his cheeks tinge pink, as if what heâs about to say is the more embarrassing part than the horny biting thing (Steveâs read a few fics in his time too, sue him.), âThe Belonging thing. Like, they picked you to be a part of their family, their âpackâ.â he emphasizes the word with his fingers. âI like the whole chosen family partâŠ.â he says, quietly, then his face switches out of embarrassment, going back into confidence in a blink, âBut a full-hearted âYes!â to the whole staking their claim thing. Also definitely that.â
The others groan, the sound morphing into laughter, and Steve thinks heâs off the hook about answering. Until.
âSo? Steve?â
Damnit Robin.
âI mean..â Steveâs face burns hot again, the initial flush that had managed to die off coming back full force. âI donât know about the whole claiming thing, Iâm not into biting,â
âGetting bitten,â he corrects in his head, âBiting, however..â leaving his mark on someone, the bright red imprints of his teeth standing out against the pale skin of theirâ-the hypothetically pale skin of their throat (and beside the hypothetical long dark-brown curls too maybe).
He shakes off the thought, âI can definitely understand the family part though, âd be nice to be chosen and be chosen forever.â
âSee? Exactly! Steve gets what Iâm talking about!â Eddie says, gesturing and grinning wildly at him.
Steveâs probably the only one who doesnât miss the low shuffling sounds of Jonathan and Nancy squirming where they sit.
âThe rest of you donât get it,â Eddie continues on, standing up and turning to walk out of the room. âBut believe me, when I find out werewolves are real,â He stops at the back of the armchair Steveâs settled himself in and puts both his hands on Steveâs shoulders, squeezing slightly, âYouâll be the first one I tell, big boy.â He pats the side of Steveâs face with one ringed hand, then turns out the open doorway and down the hall.
âWhen?â Steve manages to say.
âWhen!â Eddie calls back, and Steve hears the bathroom door click shut.
âWhat a goofball,â Nancy says, shaking her head and standing up herself, straightening her shirt and wandering over to Steveâs record player.
Steve can feel Robin vibrating from across the room, so he sighs, stands, and says, âIâm gonna go clean up the deck. Bobs, you wanna.?â
âYeah, Iâll help.â she says, way too excitedly, and follows him past the dining table to the sunroom and out the back sliding door.
As soon as her foot hits the concrete patio, she starts.
âHoly shit!â
âShhh! Shut up!â
She waves off his protests, âOh come off it, youâd be the only one to hear me from inside anyway. Now come on, Dingus! Spill it! You gonna tell him? You gonna bite him? Are ya gonna mate hââ
âOHkay no, nope, not going there.â Steve cuts her off with a hand over her mouth, which she promptly licks.
Non-plussed, he wipes his palm off onto the shoulder of her shirt as he steps past her and bends to pick up a discarded soda can from earlier.
âCâmon, spill! Are you finally gonna go for it?â
âGo for what?â Maybe he can play dumb his way out of talking about it.
âNuh uh, the play dumb move isnât gonna work, Dingus. You gotta go for it! Tell him how you feel! You even know heâll be totally into all of you when you tell him.â
âAnother âWhenâ? This is a âwhenâ now too??â
Robin nods, âItâs a âWhenâ now too.â.
Steve huffs a long sigh, picks up another can. âIâm not gonna tell him, Robs.â
âWhy not?â Steve can hear the arm-cross from here.
âBecause, Robin IâŠâ him?, âBecause heâŠbecause Eddie..â Because Eddie what?
Steve stops whatever it was he was doing; mustâve been something very unimportant because what heâd been doing is completely overrun by his brainâs attempts to come up with some reason why he shouldnât tell Eddie about the wolfy side of him.
Really, whatâs he going to do? Rat him out to some shady government body to do experiments on him? No, Eddie wouldnât do that. Or, at least, itâs very unlikely that heâd do that.
Run screaming for the hills? No, apparently heâd love to find out there were such things as werewolves. Werewolf, actually, because as far as even Steve knew, he was the only one.
âBecauseâŠ?â
Steve finally turns back to face Robin with a huff, yep. Arms crossed. âHold on, Iâm thinking.â
âDonât hurt yourself.â
âShut up.â
Only a handful of seconds pass before Robin repeats herself. âBecauseâŠ?â
â...Okay, maybe I donât have a great reason why not, but what am I supposed to say? âHey Eddie, couldnât help but be a part of the whole werewolf conversation earlier, but hey, just remembered something, Iâm totally a werewolf. A werewolf thatâd love nothing more than to throw you down and radish youâ-â.â
Steveâs hypothetical conversation is cut off by a sudden bark of a laugh. Steve snaps his attention to the sound, and there he is. Eddie, covering his mouth with one hand and flushed beet red in the light just outside the back sliding door.
The door that was left open.
âUhâŠ..â
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âYeah!â Eddie calls back from the living room. âIt should be on theâŠleft? Side?â
ââKay!â Steve yells back.
Heâs been over helping Eddie pack up his things from the trailer. Itâs October already and the fall semester has started for Robin up in Chicago; now that Steve knows the shitheads are set for the new school year, Mike being the first of the group to get his licence (AND was willing to be taught by Steve so he at least knows Mike will be (somewhat) safe) to cart them all around in the Wheelersâ station wagon⊠heâs following her there officially.
Eddie is too, decided to tag along and âGet out of whatâs left of Wayneâs hair.â as he put it.Â
So here they are, packing up Eddieâs things and shuttling some of Wayneâs back into the single bedroom of the trailer.
âGreen suitcase, green suitcase,â Steve mutters to himself, a reminder of what he needs to be looking for in the bedroom closet.
As soon as he reaches the bedroom door, he hears the front one creak open, Eddie greeting Wayne with a âCareful old man, I canât afford a hip replacement if you trip over my crap.â
Wayneâs soft snort of laughter is drowned out by the squeal of the metal-on-metal of Eddieâs closet door, and the loud âJESUS FUCKING CHRIST!â Steve let out at the sight before him.
Clutching his chest where his heart is hammering him to death from within, Steve looks up at the, what he can now tell is completely fake, skeleton hanging from the bar inside the closet.
âSteve! What the hell are you screaming abouâ Ha! Wayne~!â he calls over his shoulder, âYou got Steve!â
âDamn..â Steve hears Wayne mutter before yelling back, âWell if youâre gonna keep datinâ him, he better start learning our traditions.â
Steve freezes.Â
Eddie freezes (halfway back out of the closet with the skeleton dangling from his hand).
âAm I that obvious?â they each think to themselves.
Another beat passes, and Steve is the one to reply, âNot fair Wayne, The next time you get a scare like that, weâll be putting you in an early grave!â
Wayne barks out a laugh, and goes back to whatever clinking around with his mug he was doing before.
Steve watches Eddieâs face fill with color. His heart is still beating a little too fast. âListen, Eddieââ
âGood one Steve-o,â Eddie says, hurriedly, tossing the plastic skeleton back onto the now bare mattress before going back in for the suitcase, âOld man jokes will always land in this house.â
âEddie, listen,â
âNo need, Harrington, It was just an old man joke. Ha! See? Still funny.â Eddieâs face is almost purple.
âIâd love to date you, Eddie.â Steve says to the back of Eddieâs head, plain and simple. âThis isnât exactly how I wanted to break the news to you that I did but uh.. Yeah.â
Eddie finally turns back around, confusion almost dripping off his face. âYou, Steve Harrington, want to date me. As in me, Eddie Munson, flunkie dealer trailer trash?â
âNo, I want to date Eddie Munson, hot piece of ass metalhead with a big heart.â
Eddie drops the suitcase and pinches the exposed skin of his other arm. Hard.
âThat⊠had to hurt.â
âIt did, yeah.â
He drops his arm, continuing to stare at Steve like he was some sort of creature in a tank.
âYou gonna say anything or am I gonna have to guess? âCause let me tell you, man, I donât have that great of a track record with things like thââ
Eddie finally puts Steve out of his misery and cuts off his rambling. âDonât call me âmanâ when Iâm about to kiss you stupid.âÂ
Steve blinks, âOkay.â
That plastic skeleton is known as Wingman from then on.
pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 517 | rated: M | on AO3
The next morning, Steve finds himself awake much earlier than he wouldâve liked; the light of the new day filtering through the blinds is still tinged with early morning darkness.
For a moment he just breathes it in.
Only a handful of hours before, he was alone.
Only a handful of hours before, he was convinced that the thing he wanted most in this world would always be an impossibility.
Now though, these wholly insignificant amount of hours later, he feels a shift in gravity beneath him, the warm body beside him pushing up to turn over.
âSorry,â he whispers, âDid I wake you?â
Eddie blinks blearily over at him; his brow is scrunched in confusion, like heâs not quite sure how he got here.
âYou okay, Ed?â
Eddie grunts, letting his weight fall unceremoniously onto Steveâs chest. âMrmph.â
Steve chuckles, and Eddie shifts again, tilting his head up to poke his chin into the meat of Steveâs chest instead of his nose. âYouâre thinking too hard.â
âHmm.â he hums, snaking an arm out from under his boyfâ lovâ frienâ out from under Eddie and over the soft planes of his back. âGo back to sleep, Teddy.â
Eddieâs nose smushes into his pec once again, and Steve canât help but laugh, his chest causing Eddie to bounce slightly.
âMmrughph!â he complains, louder this time, flopping an arm over him and pressing down slightly to stop him moving, âTryinâ tâsleep, here.â
âSorry, sorry.â Steve chuckles, squeezing Eddie tight to him. He shifts, and Eddie presses himself the rest of the way to him, his leg hooking over one of Steveâs and settling between them.
Eddie soon goes boneless again, Steve feeling each point of him as it gets heavier with sleep.
He lies there, with Eddie in his arms, and thinks.
Thinks about how they would never have been here now if not for Eddieâs penchant for popping up at Steveâs house randomly. That if heâd had anything else to do tonight, he wouldnâtâve waltzed in just after dinner. That if Steve had any better hearing than he does, Eddie wouldnâtâve walked straight into Steveâs room mid-jerk.
The utter horror of being walked in on (by his newfound crush no less), did absolutely nothing to quell the heat blazing through him, nor did it deter Eddie from recovering quickly enough to shut the door, lock it behind him, and climb onto the bed between Steveâs legs.
âThis all for me, big boy?â Heâd asked, voice low and eyes dark.
And for some reason, all Steve could do was laugh.
Laugh at being caught, laugh at Eddieâs complete acceptance of what was happening, laugh at his complete lack of hesitation.
Steve laughed, Eddieâs face started to shift from sultry to panicked, and Steve had sat forward and pulled Eddie to him, kissing him soundly.
Theyâd moved against each other for hours; kissing, grinding, coming, laughing some more.. It was the least scary a new thing had ever been.
Eddie shifts beside him again, âWhatcha thinkinâ âbout?â his leg hitches higher, feeling the effects of Steveâs reminiscing.
Steve smiles, âYou.â
i haven't done a microfic in a while.. nor have i even writen/posted something in a while!! brushin off the cobwebs today apparently lmao