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[steddieas-shegoes]

the man without a shirt

congrats @sidekick-hero for reaching 3333 followers! I considered combining all three prompts, but couldn’t quite make it work with the word count, so expect another one from me soon ♥️

rated t | 333 words | no cw | tags: modern au, barista Eddie, barista Robin, Eddie has a crush on Steve, implied getting together

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

The man is hot, okay? He’s always shirtless and sweaty and hairy and Eddie’s just a man.

“Taking my break!” He yells to Robin, who knows immediately what his break is going to entail. He grabs his iced coffee off the counter and books it outside so he can catch the show.

“3, 2, aaaaand,” Eddie smirks as the guy runs around the corner. “Impeccable timing.”

He leans against the building, acting as casual as a person can when watching some kind of Roman god exercise. He’s ascending to another dimension, his imagination almost dragging him away from the present entirely, when heat spreads across his chest.

It burns. Bad.

“I’m sorry!” A man is flailing in front of him.

Eddie waves him away. The burning is already so far from his concern.

The guy is running right in front of him. He can’t miss this. He works here for this specific purpose. Okay, the free coffee and Robin constantly embarrassing herself in front of hot women are also advantages. But this is definitely the main thing.

He always manages to appear casual enough that the guy doesn’t seem to notice him on his jog. But this time, the guy must’ve noticed the ruckus of coffee spilling all over him. He turns his head and winks.

He winks? He winks. Right at Eddie.

“Man, that guy needs a shirt,” an old woman says from one of the cafe tables.

Eddie looks at her, disgusted. “I hope he doesn’t own any shirts and it rains on your croissant.”

The woman gasps, but Eddie doesn’t care.

Nothing can bother him now. He got a wink.

***

“Eddie! Customer!” Robin yells from the front.

“On my break!”

“Customer! For! You!”

He sighs and gets out of the chair he’s been slowly melting into for the last 20 minutes. He makes his way to the front register.

“Can I help you?”

“Medium iced coffee and your phone number?”

It’s the guy. With a shirt on.

Holy shit.

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Coffee (for @sidekick-hero’s Follower Celebration)

wc: 333 words | Rated: T for Canon-Typical Swearing | cw: Kinda Open-Ended. Don't worry, it's happy, it was just a fun challenge to fit everything I wanted into this one!

Tags: Coffee Shop AU, Stobin Jobs™, Robin Buckley, Steve Has a Sweet Tooth, Pet Names (kinda), Vickie Stranger Things, Idiot4Idiot, Pre-Relationship Steddie

Coffee Metalhead

Steve steps forward in the coffee line and chuckles as Robin looks up from under her dorky barista cap.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she threatens.

“It’s fun,” he shrugs.

“I’m charging you full price for your iced frappe, extra-whatever.”

“It’s extra syrup with an extra shot, thank you. And it’s good thing I have a free beverage on my loyalty card,” he retorts, wiggling his brows as he produces the crumpled card from his breast pocket.

Robin snatches it up, “I hate you. Just because you got a job at Radio Shack.”

She enters in his order with harsh tip-taps on her screen and punches the card.

“Terrible service in here, today,” he teases.

“Get out of my line, Dingus. Go chat up Coffee Metalhead.”

Robin nods to the far corner of the coffee shop and sure enough, ‘Coffee Metalhead’ aka, Eddie is sitting in the back booth, reading a book. Steve puffs out his chest.

“How do I look?”

“Like an idiot,” Robin huffs before shouting, “Next!”

He gives Robin a sarcastic wave ‘goodbye’ and moves to linger by the assembly line of coffee machines.

From here, he can still see Eddie without looking too suspicious.

He watches as the guy lazily turns a page in his book, palming around for his coffee at the same time. Eddie takes a sip and makes a comically loud bleh-sound, shaking his head in disgust. He looks up and makes direct eye contact with Steve.

Shit.

“Order for Dingus!” Robin’s co-worker (and crush), Vickie, chimes across the store.

Steve scrambles forward to take his order, fussing with the stupid straw dispenser. He cannot get one out and Vickie is gone. But a ring-clad hand pushes his out of the way and deftly retrieves a straw.

“There you go, Hot Coffee Steve,” Eddie smiles, bowing as he relinquishes the straw. Twirling it, he quickly stills and his big brown eyes grow wide as saucers, “Shit, I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”

[yournowheregirl]

six a.m.

congrats again to one of my fave people in the world: @sidekick-hero for hitting 3.333 followers! all of them so well deserved <3 I managed to fit all three prompts (dog, running and coffee) because I'm nothing if not an overachiever. (also who had me writing steddie in 2025 on their bingo card? 'tis a miracle!)

rated t | 333 words | cw: none

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Eddie loves to start his morning with a coffee and a walk in the park.

It’s a habit he picked up from Wayne, who had always told him that the best way to start the day is with some fresh air. The coffee thing was Wayne’s idea too, but that didn’t happen until Eddie hit his teens and spent most of his nights working on his next D&D campaign or writing yet another angry Corroded Coffin song.

A lot of things has changed since then: he barely graduated high school, moved the hell out of Hawkins and he proudly owns his own shop, selling D&D manuals, fantasy novels, little trinkets and everything in between. But the one thing that hasn’t changed is his morning routine. It’s calm, it’s peaceful, it’s perfect.

That is, until Eddie’s peace and quiet gets rudely interrupted by the rapid sound of footsteps on gravel.

Eddie’s day immediately takes a turn for the worse. It’s six in the morning, who the hell is running at this hour? It’s bad enough that he’s awake this early, but he has a good reason: he has a shop to open.

He looks up from his phone, purely to scowl at the person who interrupted his moment of peace and immediately stops dead in his tracks.

That ass.

It’s been a decade but he recognizes that ass anywhere.

“Steve Harrington?” The words are out of Eddie’s mouth before he knows it.

Steve stops, his breathing heavy and his nose crinkled in confusion before his face spreads out into a bright smile. “Eddie Munson, as I live and breathe.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie stammers

“I live here.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Well, we live here.”

“We?”

“Yeah, me and Gimli over here.” Steve gestures to the giant white dog that Eddie has failed to notice until now.

A sweaty Steve has a dog named after a Lord of the Rings character? Eddie might be falling in love with him all over again.

[matchingbatbites]

Woof

Teen | 333 words | Divider Credit

This is for @sidekick-hero's 3.333 Milestone Challenge! Congrats again Sandy!! This is a very loose interpretation of your prompt "dog", but I think it's a fun one lol.

They're stumbling up the stairs, lips locked in a kiss that neither of them is willing to break, even with the threat of someone tripping and breaking something. Steve is thankful that he knows this house inside out as he moves backwards, tugging Eddie along with hands buried in dark waves.

This isn't how he expected his first date with Eddie to end, but he's also not surprised. It feels like they've been building up to this for a long time, for months and months, and now that it's finally happening they're both too weak to resist the call.

Steve gets them into his bedroom and barely gets the door closed before Eddie is shoving him against it, his mouth latching on to Steve's jaw.

"Eddie, fucking— please," he begs, and Eddie hums as he takes a second to suck a mark into tan skin. Then he drops to his knees and pushes Steve's shirt up along the way so he can mouth at Steve's stomach, his tongue just dipping into the hollow of Steve's bellybutton and woah, that should not feel as good as it does.

Hands start on his pants and Steve drops his head back agaist the wall, eyes slipping shut as Eddie tugs his jeans down and— giggles.

Steve looks down at Eddie, who is clearly struggling to keep in another laugh as he says "Gotta say, Stevie. I wasn't expecting your date underwear to be so… cutesy."

Huh? Steve leans forward a bit so he can look down at his underwear and sees—

Puppies.

Namely, the dumb puppy-patterned briefs that Robin had gotten him as a joke, that Steve actually loves wearing because they're surprisingly comfortable. Steve is a little mortified, but he doesn't get a chance to explain before Eddie continues.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm more interested in what's in the underwear than what's on them."

Steve doesn't know whether to kiss or kick Eddie when he pulls down the briefs and gives a single, salacious "Woof."

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @sidekick-hero 's 3,333 followers celebration challenge. Big congrats on reaching this milestone!!

Think, McFly!

Prompts: Dog, Coffee, Running | Word Count: 333 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Pairing: Steddie | POV: Eddie | Tags: AU, Meet-Cute, Fluff

Dog is Eddie's first thought.

Fuck, that coffee is hot is his second.

He pulls his shirt away from his skin, leaning forward, aiming his chest towards the ground as he tries to stop the uncomfortable burning sensation that's spreading across his skin. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," a voice calls out, and Eddie intends to snark at him, to bitch, to lecture. But the guy shouts, "Think, McFly!" and it's just nerdy enough to kill the diatribe on Eddie's tongue.

Eddie cranes his neck as he wrings out his now soaked shirt over the sidewalk. The guy is squatted down. Shirtless. Using his tank top to wipe down, presumably, the barking McFly. 

Convinced he'll live, Eddie rights himself, turning to check on the chaos happening behind him. He can see the dog prancing, seemingly unhurt, and lets his eyes rove over the bare back of the dog's owner. 

Fuck, he's absolutely covered in freckles and moles, and there's a patch of hair at his lower back. The white, tiny, nearly sheer running shorts he's wearing are hiked up his thighs. Coffee stain splashed across his crotch.

Okay, maybe the scalding hot coffee to the chest was worth this.

"He okay?" Eddie asks.

At that, the guy spins, leash tight in his hand as he rises to his feet. 

"I'm sorry, yes, he's fine. Just learning how to run. Most dogs come equipped with this feature, but not all," he says pointedly, looking down at the dog that's wagging his tail happily, as if he hadn't just caused a big commotion by trying to run Eddie over.

Eddie is trying to keep his eyes on the dog. Or the coffee staining the sidewalk. Anywhere but this man's hairy chest that's now on full display, his shirt balled up in his hand, covered in coffee and dog hair.

"I'm Steve," the guy says, and Eddie's eyes snap up. Busted. 

Steve grins though, "I owe you a new cup of coffee. Tonight? After dinner?"

If you'd like to write your own, check out the prompt post! 🐶☕🏃‍♂️

Notes: "Think, McFly!" is a Back to the Future reference.

[eternal-sunflowers]

Next One, I Land

AO3 | for @sidekick-hero 's 3,333 follower celebration | rating: t | wc: 333 | cw: none | tags: season 3; scoops ahoy; robin is a menace; steve is both bad and good at flirting; eddie is a flirt; fluff and flirting | masterlist

Can you burn dry erase boards? Steve’s never wanted to burn anything in his life as much as that damn board. He knows Robin would still find a way to track his failures, probably on the back of a napkin dispenser or some shit.

He's determined not to let her increase the visual of his failed dating life. Not again.

“Next one, I land. Just wait.”

“Sure, dingus.” Robin smirks, propped on the half-wall behind the counter.

“You’ll see.”

Someone clears their throat, prompting Steve to turn back toward the counter.

“Hey there, sailor.” Eddie leans across the counter on his elbows, head propped in his hand. “You know, you’ve been running through my mind all day, sweetheart.”  He grins devilishly, eyes glittering under the harsh fluorescents. “Those pretty little legs must be tired.”

Robin cackles. He can hear the distinct pop! of the dry erase marker being uncapped – can practically see her tallying up another mark in the “You Suck” column. 

Steve looks Eddie over. Eddie’s not bad looking. He’s, honestly, kind of hot, in like a grunge, wild kind of way. Steve licks his lips, admires Eddie’s own plush ones jutting out, just begging to be kissed.

Yeah, Steve can work with this.

Steve smirks, presses his hip against the counter as he leans forward. “As a matter of fact, I’m exhausted. Think I could rest my head on your pretty little chest for a while, baby?” He reaches out, twirls a strand of Eddie’s hair, and tugs slightly.

“Wh– uh, I – the fuck?” Eddie’s eyes widen. “Did you just–”

“Yeah, I just.” Steve leans in, his lips against Eddie’s ear. “The real question is, are you all bark, or do you got some bite to you, Munson?”

He leans back, presses a chaste kiss to Eddie’s reddening cheek.

“Taking my break, Robin.”

All Steve hears after that is the dry erase marker clattering against the linoleum and Eddie’s sputtering breaths as Steve drags him into the break room.

taglist (open): @sunshine-daydreams0809@saramelaniemoon@probablyin-bed

divider credit:@saradika-graphics

thank you for reading :)

[after-the-end-times]

Kindness (and a good cup of coffee) warms the soul

Congrats @sidekick-hero on 3,333 followers! Rating: G ⛈️ Words: 333 ⛈️ Prompt: Coffee ⛈️ Tags: Steve has a bad morning, Older students Steve and Eddie, Different Meeting, The kindness of strangers

Steve peddled harder, pushing through the torrential downpour that he was pretty sure could be legally defined as a hurricane with winds that kept pushing him sideways off the sidewalk into the flooding campus.

His fingers were stiff, his jacket was soaked, his jeans so wet they were making it hard to peddle, and the only thought keeping him warm was imagining strangling the person who invented 8am classes. It’djust be so satisfying.

He locked his bike up outside the building, sloshing his way to class, leaving a trail of puddles down the hallway. Entering the room he saw that the other students were barely damp. Fucking children with their campus dorms.

He glared sullenly around the room and plonked his dripping wet backpack down, claiming a whole table to himself, daring any of them to comment.

Pulling out his grocery bag wrapped textbook and notes, he started shivering. Like usual, the air conditioning was on full blast, which he was usually grateful for, but honestly it was just one thing too many going wrong so early in the morning.

He bit his tongue at the first sign of anger tears he wouldn’t let appear. He was already older than all these little 18 year olds by a good five years, there was a small lake forming around his shoes, and they all thought he was a kiss ass because he actually participated. Steve wasn’t going to give them any more ammunition by crying just because he was wet and cold.

He breathed in and out slowly, opening his notepad to a fresh page. He was good, he nodded to himself.

Someone sat a coffee cup on his textbook.

He looked up as the guy sat down. He was also soaking wet, hair dripping rivulets down his back, and the only student there older than Steve.

“Hey,” Steve waited for the guy to look over and smiled. “Thanks.”

“’Course. I’m Eddie.”

“Steve.”

Eddie’s dimples flashed and Steve felt a whole lot warmer

[felixir-of-moths]

Congratulations @sidekick-hero for hitting 3,333 followers! ✨

I love your challenge idea. Here's a short meet cute, hope you'll like it!

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On the house

r: G | wc: 333 | prompt: dog, coffee | modern, meet cute, service dog, Disabled Steve, Coffee Barista Eddie

"Do you have any kind of paperwork to prove it?"

Of course Steve doesn't. Service dogs don't have papers. He should have just go to his usual place. The coffee is bad, but at least, nobody is treating him and Bean like they have lice. Or rabies. 

"Ma'am, service dogs don't have papers," Steve says quietly. People are staring - great, perfect, wonderful. "Bean is well trained. You won't even notice us."

When the kranky manager starts to yell at him, Steve feels his mind shutting down. He sees lips moving, he registers some sounds, but there's nothing inside him to connect those informations together. That's when he knows it's time to leave. But as he's turning heels with a gentle tug on Bean's leash, he walks right into a guy, almost losing his balance. 

Steve mumbles an apology, but warms hands are closing firmly on his shoulders, preventing him from run away. 

"Shit, are you alright man?" says a gentle voice that somehow hijack the loud rambling of the angry woman. "Jesus H Christ, Caroline, will you shut up already? If I can't yell on customers, you can't either!"

In a confuse state, Steve lets himself being manhandled to a table. A large coffee appears out of nowhere with a cinnamon roll that looks indecently good. With a loud sigh, Steve's savior lets himself fall in another chair: he's slender, wobbly, like articulations are just a concept he never bothered taking interest into. Long dark hair flowing all over the place, huge brown eyes, and when he rubs the bridge of his nose in annoyance, Steve also notices nail polish - cute.

"I'm so freaking sorry for my asshole of a boss," the guy grumbles, visibly mortified. "Don't worry, she can't fire me, I'm the only one who barely tolerate her. It's on the house for you today, man."

Steve mumbles a thank you, feeling suddenly way more embarassed that before. Why do cute guys always spawn around him when he's at his worst?