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Eddie sighs with his chin cupped in his hand. “You’re so dreamy and fuckable and hot, send tweet.”

“Did you just say ‘send tweet’ out loud?”

“Annoying, too. Send—”

“—I’m unplugging your computer.”

A laugh like an alarm clock when you went to bed too late. “It’s a laptop, sweetheart.” Another swooning sigh, “God, you’re lucky I’m so into your peepaw shenanigans.”

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Robin, with hearts in her eyes: “-like when her eyes get all sparkly when she’s excited, or when she lights up when she talks about her interests. UGH.”

Steve, with hearts in his eyes: “I don’t know, my type is always more so people who couldn’t care less if I live or die and look like they haven’t slept since the dust bowl.”

Eddie, not paying attention: “is that the one on New Year’s Day?”

Steve&Robin: ?

Eddie, three time flunker, one time drop out, nerd: “the dust bowl. Is that the game they play on New Year’s Day? Or is that a different one? It’s only August, that’s not a super long time to be sleep deprived if that’s what you’re into…”

Steve, with hearts still in his eyes: “you’re so pretty.”

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Commissioned scene by @riderofrohan777 for their fic Would You Say I'm Worthy featuring Prince Steve and Bard Eddie! Steve doesn't want to admit but the bard's charm is working on him...

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The happiest bday to @hbyrde36 💜💜💜 My dear, you've been such a good girl, and good girls deserve an >> UNCENSORED VERSION << of this piece, too. 😜 Happy Birthday! 🍰

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Commissioned piece by @gloster: Steve and Eddie are going strong for some time now and are planning their next steps, but they'll have each other no matter where they end up❤️

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when your boyfriend is too busy figuring out the fingering for the fucking paradise city solo when he was supposed to be fingering y–

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Written for @steddiemicrofic.

overcast days never turned me on

August Prompt: Experiment | Word Count: 398 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Tags: Established Relationship, They Just Can't See Eye to Eye On This One Thing, Fluff

They were promised rain, and so far, it hasn't happened. It's just dark, as the sky tries to decide what it's gonna do. Rain, or not rain. Shit or get off the pot. That's what Wayne would say. 

Eddie doesn't really care if it rains or not, but he likes the muted gray the world appears as when this kind of weather is in the air. He burrows deeper into the couch, blanket wrapped around his head. It's sitting weather. 

Usually the living room is warmed by sunlight by midday, but not right now. No, today, it's still cast in shadow. 

The door opens and slams closed, and Eddie looks up at Steve from under his blanket.

"It's like a witch's house in here," Steve says, and Eddie barks out a laugh, a reflex.

"A what?"

"A witch's house. Lair. Whatever. It's dark," Steve says, and flips on the overhead light, bathing the room in harsh, white light.

Eddie hisses at him, like a pissed off cat, and pulls the blanket around his face like he's Dracula. He's removing those horrendous lightbulbs from the fixture, post haste.

Steve is nonplussed.

"It's like you're brewing potions, using the eyes of toads."

"I'll do experiments with your eyes," Eddie complains through the blanket, and while he can't see Steve, he can damn sure hear him walking around. "I liked it like that."

"Nobody likes it like that. Everybody likes a sunshiny day."

"Not me," Eddie grouses. And he doesn't. He hates being blinded by direct sunlight.

"Overcast days never turned me on," Steve sing-songs, and Eddie puts a mental hex on him.

"Okay, Prince. Know that I hate you," Eddie says.

Steve laughs. It's not funny.

But Steve pulls the blanket from Eddie's face, "You love me."

"Not right now. I hate that light."

Steve sighs, walking over and flips the switch, bringing back the shadowed darkness. 

"There, you big baby," Steve says, and Eddie unwraps his face, like he's the Invisible Man, removing his bandages.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and laughs as Steve pretends to stumble around, hands patting every surface in the house, like he can't see anything at all.

He disappears into their bedroom, and must find what he's looking for, because when he returns, he comes over and bends down, kissing Eddie.

"Enjoy your cave. I'm going somewhere brighter. Somewhere with fluorescent lighting, maybe."

Eddie recoils.

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!

Note: Title from Raspberry Beret by Prince.

I'm Team Eddie, here, btw. Give me the dark and dreariest of days. The witch's house line is from Schitt's Creek.

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Acacia

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'EXPERIMENT' wc: 398 | rated: E | cw: Homophobic Slurs | Tags: Experimentation, Antagonism, Dirty Talk, Getting Together, Kissing, Verbal Degradation, Degradation Kink, Name-Calling, Slurs, the slurs are for sex purposes

Steve comes to Eddie for some self-insight. Eddie takes a leap and lands on his feet.

Eddie’s happy getting his kicks wherever, especially when they come in the shape of Steve Harrington, at midnight, on his doorstep.

“I’ve been thinking, and I just need to see what it’s like,” he says.

Eddie grabs him by the collar and looks deeply into his eyes until he’s sure he has a read on him. He kinda knew Steve in school, but he doesn’t know him like this.

So begins Steve’s experimentation with men—Eddie brings out his own hypothesis.

“Sure, if you want to be a queer so bad,” Eddie murmurs against his lips, then pulls away and leads him into his bedroom.

He gestures around.

“Ignore the mess... just lay down on the bed.”

Steve gets flat on his back with wary eyes, and Eddie watches him back, trying to figure out what he wants to do first. He can’t let the power get to him, but Steve’s a wide open road.

“Don’t flake out,” he says, kneeling beside him. He goes for Steve’s jeans and takes them off with his underwear, admiring his dick as it gets hard. “Looks like you’re a real faggot so far.”

Something spits victoriously in his gut when Steve’s hips jump up.

“What would your friends think?” he asks, pushing his legs apart to get a better look. Steve takes a shaky breath. “I was gonna ease you into this, but I bet I could fuck you right now.”

“Maybe...” Steve says, quietly and choked off.

“Though I’m guessing you didn’t prepare for it,” Eddie says, giving in and touching him. He presses his finger to the bottom of his balls and hefts them. “Next time you will.”

Steve just stares.

“What? You’re going to have an ass like that and not let me fuck it, faggot?”

“We haven’t even kissed,” Steve says—confused, which looks so good on him Eddie wants to like, hump his leg, but he reigns himself in.

“You came here to figure out if you’re into men,” Eddie says, pushing his fingertip against the slit of Steve’s dick, satisfied with his gasp. “You don’t need to be kissed.”

Steve looks so disappointed that Eddie grabs his shirt and yanks him up anyway.

“Or maybe you’re too much of a pansy,” he says against his mouth, “to fuck without one?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, then kisses him like he’s begging, so Eddie gives in again and kisses back.

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when i was a young boy i had the philosophy of ‘balls are the boobs of the penis so its ok that i want to suck on them it doesn’t make me gay” and tbh i was cooking

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System start

Written for the August 2025 round of the @steddiemicrofic challenge

Prompt: experiment, 398 words

Rated: G

Tags: SciFi AU; Droid!Eddie; Human!Steve; Eddie needs a hug; Steve needs to stop digging in the trash; Robin needs a break

“I don't believe you,” Robin says. “First day on the job, and you steal company property? If the CEO finds out, you're fucked.” 

Steve huffs. “Please, Creel doesn't care about random interns. And it wasn't stealing. I saved him. Everything else in that storage room is probably a puddle of molten metal by-”

“Him?” Robin hisses. “You assigned it a gender? What's next? A name? Do you know anything about droids at all?” 

“Only that you've been wanting one for ages, to help with the household and stuff.” 

Robin glares.

“It's the twenty-second century, you'd think they'd be more affordable. Still. You found it in a pile of scrap metal, so there's probably something wrong with it.” 

Steve follows her gaze to the limp figure on their sofa and fails to see what could possibly be wrong with the boy. Because it very clearly is a boy. A ridiculously pretty one with a dark mop of shoulder-length curls framing a pale face, yes. But still a boy. Flat chest, slim hips, tiny ass. So much like the real deal Steve thought he'd stumbled upon a crime scene at first. Until he discovered the large patch of skin missing from the guy's neck and jaw, and the tangle of wires below. 

“Only one way to find out,” he mutters, rounding the sofa and leaning over the boy to brush his hair from his neck. 

Robin hovers closer, curious against better judgement. "Hey, is that a serial number?”

Steve squints at the tiny letters embossed into the skin of the boy's neck. 

“Looks like it. ED-86.” 

Robin flinches. “Oh no. No way. I read about this in the company archives. That's short for Experimental Droid Line, one of their very first prototypes. They discontinued it because they ran into issues, Steve, and I don't wanna find out- What's happening?” 

“I dunno,” Steve stammers. “I didn't do anything.” 

It's true, technically speaking. Untechnically speaking, a glowing control panel just appeared under the serial number, and the lifeless body is starting to stir. 

“Do something, switch it off,” Robin pleads, but it’s too late. A hand closes around Steve’s wrist. Large, brown eyes flutter open and lock on his. Those pretty lips tug into a smile. A toothy, dimpled one that pulls on the wired scar.

“Hey there, big boy,” the droid purrs. 

Robin was right, Steve thinks. He really is fucked.

Something something, Steve names him Eddie, catches feelings, and is dragged into Creel's sinister affairs as he tries to uncover the story behind the prototype line.

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Steddie Smutty September Masterlist

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Joe Keery as Travis 'Teacake' Meacham Cold Storage (2026)

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DJO Tape Notes Podcast

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vintage magazines 🔥

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frosty, baby, love

another one for @sidekick-hero follower celebration! no one can stop me from writing a million of them 😂

rated t | 333 words | no cw | tags: so much fluff, established relationship, seriously it's disgusting fluff

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It’s in the way Eddie wakes up early on Saturdays to make the coffee because Steve’s done it all week.

It’s in the way Steve walks the dog every night because Eddie gets nervous once the sun goes down and they don’t always have free time during daylight hours.

It’s how they know exactly what the other needs with just a look, a sigh, a smile.

Love looks different for everyone, but Steve and Eddie, it’s comfort and peace with each other, no matter where they are or who else they’re with. It’s easy.

Steve thought it would be hard. Eddie’s a lot. He’s go-go-go, loves to hear himself talk, listens to music loud enough to shake the house, leaves a trail of chaos behind him everywhere he goes.

But it’s so easy to love the anarchy of Eddie.

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Steve is freezing, but he feels good. This run may be the last one he can get away with before the roads and sidewalks ice over too much to safely do it. Eddie doesn’t like him risking a broken ankle for exercise.

Eddie’s snoring on the couch, mouth open wide as MTV plays on the television. He’s mostly naked except for Steve’s boxers, one arm above his head and one hand on his stomach.

Steve strips off his jacket and shoes, shaking his hands to warm them up. He smirks.

He walks over to Eddie and gets to his knees next to the couch, gently nudging their dog away when she curiously pushes her nose against Steve’s side.

“We’ll cuddle in bed in a bit,” Steve whispers to her and she goes back to napping.

Steve places his hands on Eddie’s sides.

Eddie yelps. “Fuck!”

Steve giggles and nuzzles his cold nose against Eddie’s neck. “Hi, baby.”

“Don’t hi, baby me, Frosty. Did you jump in the snow?” Despite Eddie’s words, he wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him closer. “Let me warm you up, love.”

“I’m sweaty, though.”

“I don’t care.”