#steddiemicroficoctober

[steddieas-shegoes]

ditchin'

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'dress'

rated t | 350 words | cw: referenced recreational drug use, language | tags: secret relationship, season 2

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"Maybe if you didn't dress like that, people wouldn't think you're a fuckin' freak."

The words ring out in the cafeteria, followed by the loudest silence Steve's ever heard. He doesn't even recognize the guy who says it.

He recognizes who he says it to, though.

Eddie Munson is standing at his usual table, lunchbox in hand, looking like he's scared for the first time in all the years he's been the target for every bully in school. Steve is half-tempted to step in, but he knows what will happen the moment he does.

He can't afford to be labeled a freak, even if he is almost done with this place.

Eddie's friends at the table start to stand up, maybe to defend him, maybe to run, but he holds up his hand. They sit back down.

"Have you considered that the way a person dresses doesn't deem them a freak?" Eddie asks, surprisingly confident. "Maybe it's something else that makes me a freak. The best you can do is chalk it up to my clothes? Do better."

Steve can't hold back the laugh he huffs out, drawing attention from the surrounding tables.

And Eddie.

"Even Harrington agrees with me. If you're gonna be an asshole, at least be creative."

Steve looks down at the table, face heating up at the attention he's receiving.

He used to love it, being the center of attention, all eyes on him.

But now he thinks he'd be a lot happier if only one set of eyes stayed focused on him. The set of eyes that bore into his only a few nights before when they were getting high in his bedroom.

Steve stands to leave. Eddie's got this under control. The other guy's already bored. It's not even gonna turn into a fight at this point.

It's not like Steve would win if he tries to defend Eddie anyway.

He's by his car when Eddie catches up to him.

He doesn't say anything at first, just lets his fingers wrap around Steve's wrist, squeezing once.

Steve smiles. "Wanna ditch?"

"With you? Of course."

[katyawriteswhump]

bride of frankenstein

for @steddie-spooktober day 25 'Frankenstein Friday'" & day 24 'pumpkin' @stevieweek 'I don't know about this one...' and @steddiemicrofic October prompt, 'dress'

Rating T | 350 words | transfem!Steve, steddie, fluff, attempt at humour | no content warnings.

In the costume-hire store, Eddie and Robin were arguing over Eddie’s Frankenstein’s monster costume and make-up.

Stevie was browsing the racks. She’d already chosen a pumpkin outfit, from which her head poked like an orange turtle, capturing her vibe of late. Since switching gender in small-town Hawkins, she’d favoured baggy, neutral clothes.

Usually.

She pulled out a slinky, silky white dress labelled, “Bride of Frankenstein,” and scooted into the changing cubicle.

She ditched the ugly beehive wig, then shimmied into the mid-thigh-kissing halter-neck gown—damn, she’d need her padded bra. She twirled in front of the mirror: “Okay, I don’t know about this one. You can see my whole panty-line in it.”

While her ass looked great, the clingy fabric also rode up her crack. Not ideal to take kids trick-or-treating.

“Can we come in?” sang Robin. “Your boyfriend has finally accepted Mary Shelley’s monster was pus-yellow with no neck-bolt.”

Eddie slipped through the curtains and gaped, genuinely in need of his monster jaw-bandage: “Tell me you’re wearing that tonight?”

“In your dreams,” said Stevie.

In my dreams.

Later, after chaperoning, they hit the party trail. At the final stop, Eddie opened his van’s rear-door for Stevie. Her pumpkin suit didn’t fit in the front.

“You finished changing, Babe..? Wow!” 

Stevie, wearing the white dress and lace-spiderweb stockings, took his hand and gracefully alighted. Their lingering kiss was inevitable, removing most of her lipstick and the remnants of his yellow face-paint. Eddie broke it and sighed: “It’s Chrissy’s no-costume chillout party, Babe. You can’t go in like—”

“I’m Stevie Harrington wearing a dress that’d terrify her mom. No costume.”

“Agree,” interjected Robin. “Bride of Frankenstein, my tits!”

She disappeared inside. Steve lifted her curling hair from her neck, whispering, “Don’t tell Robin or Chrissy, but I’m keeping the choker with the neck-bolt on.”

“Christ, you’re sexy.” Eddie nuzzled her throat, hands sliding to caress her butt. “No panty-line?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She smirked and leaned in, lips ghosting against Eddie’s ear: “You better get me out of this dress before midnight, or I might turn back into a pumpkin."

Tags: @wheneverfeasible ❤️❤️❤️❤️

My fic on AO3

[xzerosparrowx]

For the October @steddiemicrofic prompt. Divider by @saradika-graphics.

Prompt: Dress | WC: 350 | Rating: M | Tags: Eddie Munson wears a dress, Steve Harrington is REALLY into it.

The Dress

A nightgown. A slip. A dress. 

So many names for a silky piece of material that supposedly drives men wild, or so Eddie has heard and read. He remembers seeing the boys in his gym class pass around Playboy, gawking and hollering at the beautiful women posed seductively within its pages. Eddie could see the appeal in an aesthetic sense, could understand why the boys coveted the magazine but not feel the same way they did. 

Then he saw it, a little silky white dress hidden between large shirts in the mens’ section of the charity shop. It felt almost criminal grabbing it from the rack, hiding it between jeans and jackets as he sequestered himself in the change rooms. Eddie felt weak holding the little thing in his hands, stripped down to his underwear, on the cusp of just slipping it over his head. He couldn't do it, some part of him screaming that it was wrong, so instead he shoved the thing down his pants, making sure the bulge wasn't obvious and sweating awkwardly as he stepped out of the charity shop.

So now Eddie is in Steve's bedroom, heart jack-hammering against his ribs as he stares at the mirror. He feels strange and beautiful, the white slip draping gently over his body ending just above mid-thigh feels a little too revealing; half-eaten tattoos and scars on full display.

“Eddie!” he jumps as the door creaks open, and Steve is standing there, his bright smile slowly falling as he looks at Eddie. 

“Holy shit,” Steve breathes. Oh fuck.

“It's just meant to be a joke thing, you know.”

Steve stares at him as he steps into the room, his hands grabbing at Eddie's waist, bunching the silk between his fingers. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, jesus,” Steve purrs, backing Eddie into the dresser where the trophies and medals jostle precariously.

“Fuck, I wanna make you cum,” Steve sighs reverently, and Eddie shivers with goosebumps as Steve kisses down the length of Eddie's body, hands roaming the planes of his torso and back until Steve is on his knees.

Oh fuck.

[runninriot]

A Perfect Fit

written for @steddiemicrofic

october prompt: dress | wc: 350 | rated: T | tags: model!steve, established relationship, (self-)love and appreciation

Steve's body was made for this, posing in front of cameras, dressed in fancy designer clothes that cost more than most people make in a month. He loves it, the flashing lights, the praise, the admiring looks - it's addictive, makes him feel special. And to see the reward of strict diets and hours spent shaping his body to perfection staring back at him from magazine covers and billboard signs makes his chest swell with pride every time.

Some might call him shallow, a dumb model, a human mannequin that has nothing much to offer besides his looks - they don't know about the hard work and self-imposed abdication that come with the career he chose. But Steve doesn't care. Because the only opinion that matters besides his own, is Eddie's.

Eddie, who supports him even though he doesn't understand fashion like Steve does, who admires his devotion and loves him for who he is beneath the fabric and make-up and composed smiles. Who, as much as Steve loves to dress up, loves to undress him. Shed all his outer layers until he's left bare, with no pomp or glitz to hide behind.

No one else's eyes make him feel more desired. No one else's praise makes Steve feel so alive, so divine. No other light makes him shine like the one Eddie shares when they're coming undone in each other's passionate touch and love confessions in the form of doting kisses.

When Eddie calls him his pretty boy and Steve laughs because he knows he looks a mess. Believes him anyway because he never feels more beautiful than when he's anything but. When Eddie's love leaves him red-faced and sweaty, hair disheveled, body blemished with bruises, eyes droopy, skin stained. When there's no need to pretend-smile because the way his lips curl up comes naturally when he's happy just to be his purest, most honest self.

Maybe that's what his body was truly made for. To wear Eddie's love like a dress made of glitter and silk, hugging his body like a second skin.

A perfect fit, made just for him.

[berenwrites]

Suddenly There Came a Tapping - Steddie - Stranger Things

A/N:  I have missed so many months because of well, stuff, and focusing on my big bang fics. Since they are both out of the way now and I am feeling much more inspired, have a new ficlet. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: DRESS | wc: 350 | Rating PG | cw: none

Also on AO3 ( My Other fic on Tumblr)

Suddenly There Came a Tapping

Eddie had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the tapping on his window. Hence, he was parading around his room dressed in only a towel. Not that, that stopped him, because he knew that tapping.

After the debacle of spring ’86, dying, coming back, helping end Vecna, and having his name cleared, Eddie had gained three things: the first was a nice little bungalow with Wayne, in lieu of never seeing their government impounded trailer ever again; the second was an extended found family full of geniuses, superpowers, and spectacularly badass people; and the third was a surprisingly close friendship with Steve Harrington, ex-King of Hawkins High.

Steve had taken to tapping on his window to visit so ringing the front doorbell didn’t disturb Wayne if his uncle was sleeping.

“Stevie,” Eddie greeted with a big grin as he opened the window, “come on in before I freeze my remaining nipple off.”

“Oh, I can come back,” Steve replied, noticing his state of undress.

“Nah, you’ve seen me in less,” he responded, leaving space for Steve to clamber into his room. “Wayne’s out, by the way, so no need to be quiet.”

He and Steve had been through decontamination together after the end of the Upside Down, so they’d both technically seen each other naked. Apparently, locker room rules applied for decon showers too.

“What brings you to my humble abode this cold night, Stevie?” he asked, searching through his drawers for a shirt.

“I’m in love with you.”

It took his brain a moment to catch up with the words. As it sunk in, he stopped, stood up straight, and turned to see Steve standing right next to the window like he might bolt.

“You … me..?” was about the best he could do in response.

Steve nodded, trying to look confident, but completely failing.

“I was afraid, but Robin said…”

Eddie didn’t need to hear more. He stepped across the room, grabbed Steve by the front of his jacket, and kissed him firmly on the lips.

“Me too,” he whispered into the kiss, “me too.”

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic October challenge.

All the Jokers Dressing up as Kings

October Prompt: Dress | Word Count: 350 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Mention | Tags: Pre-Steddie, Missing Scene, Set During S2, Halloween Party, Post "Bullshit" Scene

The wig itches. Eddie scratches his scalp through it, hoping it doesn't get messed up. It's a shitty wig, but the drama club's costume trunk didn't exactly have a lot of options.

He borrowed a Members Only jacket from Jeff's dad, and a pair of Nikes, a half-size too big, from Jeff himself. It didn't look terrible while he was at home, but now that he's standing outside of tonight's party house, he's second-guessing himself. Maybe this was funnier in his head.

Too late now.

He saunters into the party, head held high, exuding confidence that he doesn't exactly feel. It's fucking packed. People everywhere, dancing, drinking.

But no Steve Harrington. 

Eddie gets the reactions he'd expected: some laughs, eyerolls, and attention, but it's definitely less fun without the King here to see that he's getting knocked down a peg.

The whole school has been slowly turning on Harrington, and Eddie has enjoyed watching that play out from the outside edges. It's been almost worth the repeat senior year.

Eddie scoops up some mystery punch, and then leans near the stained glass window by the front door, ready to make a quick getaway when needed. 

Oh, there's Harrington. 

He's pushing his way out of the bathroom, through the crowd, pinching his nose, making Eddie briefly wonder if he was doing coke in there. Fuck him, if so, because he didn't buy it from Eddie.

But, no, Eddie realizes Steve's trying not to cry. 

Shit.

Eddie follows him out the front door. He's not sure why. But Steve slides into his car, frozen, gripping the steering wheel.

Eddie hesitates. Then pulls open the passenger door.

Harrington's head snaps up, eyes red and wet, now looking even more defeated than before. He expected someone else. Wheeler, maybe. Of course he did. He definitely wasn't expecting Eddie Munson to climb in.

"Munson, what are you-" Harrington starts, then really looks at Eddie under the dome light, "Are you dressed up as me?"

Eddie pulls the wig off, bobby pins painfully yanking loose, "No."

And King Steve, through tears Eddie is politely ignoring, laughs.

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! 🎃

Notes: The header is a real Members Only ad, just edited down and colorized. It seemed super fitting with that tagline. Something does happen when you put it on. Title from Taylor Swift's, "Call It What You Want."

[griefabyss69]

Fritillaris

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

[ AO3 ]

'DRESS' wc: 350 | rated: T | cw: None

Steve goes for a jog—normal. Steve comes back from his jog—also normal. Eddie gawks, and Robin smirks. Honestly? Still pretty normal.

Steve unplasters himself from Robin's gangly octopus hold and rolls off the bed to his feet.

It's still dark, but he can see well enough to step over where Eddie's a mess of hair and blankets on the air mattress.

Pausing when the floor creaks, he looks back at them, but nothing short of a klaxon will wake them up this early. He's still careful as he roots around in the drawer Robin designated for him when she moved into her own dorm room.

He strips out of his sleep clothes and gets dressed in running shorts and a tank top, and then slides the drawer shut as gently as possible.

With his tennis shoes tied on tight and his walkman secure in his pocket, he jogs before the sun comes up and the unseasonably hot spring day begins.

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"Uh," Eddie greets with his spoon halfway to his mouth. His face is flushed like he was the one who went jogging, and he's not paying any attention to the cereal bowl balanced on his knee.

"Mornin' Steve," Robin yawns, wrapped in her blanket with a granola bar clutched in one hand and a mug in the other.

Steve raids the little breakfast bar Robin crammed into a corner, grabbing coffee and a banana. He's all sweaty, and he hopes they don't mind if he eats before he changes. He sits on the floor by the air mattress, noticing the way that only Eddie's eyes move to watch him.

Well. They're watching his chest actually, and he glances down at himself, laughing.

"Oh yeah, I got dressed in the dark this morning. Didn't realize one of Robin's camisoles got into my drawer."

"Uh!" Eddie says, then takes great effort to close his mouth.

"What he means is he thinks it looks hot," Robin smirks, raising her eyebrows when Steve glances up at her. "It's tight, but you do kinda pull it off."

Steve laughs weakly, looking back at Eddie.

He's… Steve had thought Eddie got all secondhand embarrassed for him, wearing a girl's shirt around campus, but…

Maybe Robin's not wrong.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Dressed in crimson

Written for @steddiemicrofic, October 2024 edition Prompt: dress, 350 words Rated: E (for blood and gore) Tags: Vampire!Eddie; Dark Eddie; Newborn vampire!Steve; Murder boyfriends; Blood; Gore; Death; Corpses; Blood drinking; Bloodplay; Nudity; Implied mind control; Implied sexual content

The man's blood is still on his tongue by the time Steve hears footsteps approach the bed. It clings to his naked skin, warm where it dripped down his chin, warm on his hands and fingers. His hands have been so cold lately.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as the mattress dips and a pair of arms pulls him back against another chest. The men’s eyes stare up at him, glassy and unblinking. “I’m sorry, I failed you, I-”

“You failed me? Why?”

A hand splays over his throat, tilting his head up. Eddie’s eyes looking down at him are puzzled, but not unkind. They’re red. Red like the blood on Steve’s skin, like the puddle surrounding them, and just as intoxicating. They make something hot and needy coil in the hollow emptiness of Steve’s insides, growing more urgent the longer he looks at them. He can’t look away.

“You waited at the bar until he noticed you, like I told you,” Eddie says when he doesn't reply. His voice reverberates down Steve’s spine, trickles inside, right where the hot, needy thing is. “You let him take you home, made him invite you inside. You let him undress you, waited until he was stupid with lust … and then you struck. Just like I told you?”

Steve nods, struggling to move against the hand holding him in place, against the hold of those eyes. Eddie smiles, proud and indulgent. His other hand dips down to paint patterns into the blood on Steve’s chest.

“You did perfect, pet,” he says. Steve’s eyes sting.

“There’s so much outside,” he protests weakly, even as Eddie’s hand, warm and slick and red, travels further down and his back arches to meet the touch. “There shouldn’t- … It was supposed to be enough for us both, I-”

“It was your first hunt, darling,” Eddie laughs and bends down so he can lick the words off his lips. His mouth comes away red. “A bit of a mess is to be expected. And besides, I don't mind. I think you’re a sight to behold, dressed in crimson.”

Notes: More from this universe here. I had to bring them back for spooky season! 🖤

[mugloversonly]

Acceptance

For @steddiemicrofic prompt "dress"

wc: 350 | rating:G | dysphoria mention

ao3

summary: Eddie and Steve are going on their first date, but Eddie can't get their dress to lay right.

Eddie looked at themselves in the mirror, with a frown. No matter what they did, the dress wouldn’t lay right. It was their first date with Steve tonight and they hoped to impress him. Groaning, they pulled on their hoodie and headed to Steve’s.

Steve grinned as he opened the door, but it quickly fell when he took Eddie in. “Hey? What’s wrong?”

“I have to cancel our date.” Eddie said softly. Steve pulled them into the house.

“Can I ask why?” Steve asked. Eddie took a deep breath, Steve’s been cool about this in the past, hopefully this wouldn’t send him running for the hills.

“My chest is...” They admitted quietly. “No matter what I put on, or how I stand, it’s too much...I’m sorry, Stevie.” Eddie’s eyes welled up and tears ran down their face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Steve reassured as he wiped their eyes. “Anything I can do to help?” He asked. He liked Eddie a lot and would roll with anything they threw at him.

“Do you have a magic wand?” Eddie joked with a wet chuckle.

“I don’t have a magic wand, but I do have something.” Steve said as he got up from the couch and sprinted up the stairs.

Less than a minute later, Steve came barreling back down with a wrapped package in hand. He handed it to Eddie victoriously.

“What’s this?” Eddie asked as they took the box.

“It was supposed to be your birthday gift, but I think you need it now.” Steve said. They tore off the paper and opened the garment box. At first it looked like a normal tank top, but when they pulled it out

“You...got me a binder?” Eddie asked in shock.

“Happy birthday” Steve said sheepishly. Eddie jumped to their feet, and kissed him enthusiastically, nearly knocked them off their feet. They ran into the nearest bathroom and put it on under their dress. As they stared at themselves they smiled.

“The date? Back on.” They giggled when they walked out to Steve. “Thank you” they whispered tears of joy falling down their face.

[steddieas-shegoes]

quench the thirst

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘dress’

rated m | 350 words | cw: recreational drug use | tags: pining, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, flirting, open ending but assumed getting together

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Eddie’s staring at the drop of sweat on Steve’s neck, slowly making its way down, down, down to his chest. The hair on his chest is thicker than Eddie remembers it being before, dark from nearly an hour of basketball.

He’s high as shit. Steve got him high as shit.

All to force him outside and play the stupid ball in laundry basket game.

And honestly it doesn’t even suck that much because he convinced Steve to keep his shirt off so he knew what team he was on. They’re the only two playing, but Steve just nodded and undressed.

He’s winning by at least 40 points. Eddie doesn’t care.

Steve is shirtless and sweaty. Eddie’s feeling fucking great.

Eddie’s got the ball in his hands and he’s pretty sure he’s supposed to do something. The ball is supposed to go in the net. Right.

He dribbles. He drools.

He shoots. He misses.

Ah well, he never said he’s good at this game.

Steve calls a time out, which Eddie didn’t realize they could just do when they weren’t playing a real game. He comes over and Eddie has to remind himself to inhale.

His neck and chest is flushed, nipples pink.

Eddie wants to bite them.

Maybe if he pulls off a win Steve will let him.

They’ve never even kissed. Or held hands. Nipple biting is probably off the table.

But they just look so-

“Eds? You look like you need a break. Let’s get some water,” Steve says with a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. It feels so good, Eddie feels like he’s melting into a puddle under the weight of it.

���You have water on you,” Eddie hears what he says, but doesn’t know what he’s saying.

Steve is staring at him, but Eddie’s watching the sweat dripping down his stomach, curious if it’ll quench his thirst.

He reaches a hand out, runs his fingers through the hair on his chest.

“You’re high as shit,” Steve chokes out around a laugh.

“Your fault.”

“You wanna head inside?”

Eddie nods, licking his lips.

“Let’s get you hydrated, Eds.”

[vecnuthy]

obnoxious

@steddiemicrofic October prompt: suck | wc: 480 | G | no warnings |

Eddie and his friends poured over notes in the booth across from Steve and Robin, but had devolved into silence.

Well.

Almost silence.

Gareth tapped a straw against the table top, Jeff scrunched audibly on very crunchy house-made chips, and Freak wrapped his knuckles on the tabletop.

And then there was Eddie.

Bane of Steve's existence.

The light of Steve's life.

Steve leaned against his and Robin's table with a sickeningly fond gaze that he hurled in Eddie's direction as the guy made the most god-awful noise with his straw. It sounded like a vacuum cleaner trying to pull up a mound of kibble. Eddie struggled absentmindedly to pull every single last drop of his Dr. Pepper from the bottom of that glass, to catch every bit of the essence of those 23 flavors as they melted off of the ice and dripped down into the vortex of insanity, as Robin just called it.

"I'm about to smack that out of his hand," she said through clenched teeth.

"I know," Steve practically sighed out, eyes still glazed over as a little smile played at his mouth.

"Really? You look li-"

Eddie shook his glass around obnoxiously, then continued to suck.

Steve could practically feel Robin clench her fists and grit her teeth. "You look like he just saved a kitten from a tree," she spat out, clearly annoyed.

"Oh. No, I have literally never been more annoyed in my entire life," he said, still gazing adoringly at the personification of gravel in a blender.

But that was his personification of gravel in a blender.

"You're ridiculous. And hopeless." And she was at her limit, so she balled up their receipt and chucked it at Eddie's face, but it landed short and on top of his notebook, making him give one last startled suck as the whole table jumped from the intrusion.

Eddie snapped his head over and gave Robin a scowl that matched her own, as he hissed, "What?!" But his face softened into something gooey when he saw Steve's. "Hey," he grinned out.

Steve gave a little wave.

"Would you stop?" she hissed.

"Stop what?"

"Your drink-based chainsaw impersonation!"

Eddie narrowed his eyes at her, then whisper-shouted, "I'm thirsty."

"Get a refill," she whispered forcefully at the same time Steve held out his glass and said, "Have mine."

Eddie smiled brightly at Steve, got up, and took the glass from him with the most ridiculous levels of eye contact between the two of them, then sucked the drink through Steve's straw.

Eddie's face fell.

"Is this diet?"

Steve chortled softly as Eddie looked a little betrayed but still accepted it and sat back down.

"So. As I was saying, there's a bakery with a couple positions listed, and they're willing to see us on Thursd- are you kidding me?!" she quietly shrieked as Eddie's second glass rattled ridiculously again.

[slavicviking]

Isn't it weird? (microfic)

@steddiemicrofic October prompt: suck | wc: 548 | T (innuendo) | cw: none

“What the hell was that?”

Mike’s question hangs in the air for an inappropriate amount of time before Eddie bursts out laughing.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“Your face,” Eddie snarks back, leaning forward on his elbows and propping his jaw with one hand, the other one idly playing with sheets of paper set in front of him. Bears this love-sick aura that makes him look stupid, fingers grazing the spot where Steve just kissed him.

“Okay, seriously?” Mike looks around. “Nobody else thinks that was weird?”

It’s as though someone above clicked the ‘unpause’ button on a remote because suddenly the Wheeler’s basement fills with too many voices at the same time.

“It kind of makes sense-“

“-can’t believe it took so long-“

“Now that I think about it-“

“Actually, I find it weird,” Dustin cuts in, louder than the rest. Eddie stiffens in a blink-it-and-you-miss-it kind of way but Mike notices that still. Which doesn’t make him obsessed with Eddie, Nancy, alright? He just notices these kind of things. He’s attentive and shit. A good friend. Unlike Dustin who, living in blissful ignorance, continues on. “I find it very weird that you didn’t tell me about it first. What the hell, guys?”

“Shit, man, we wanted to, it just kind of,” Eddie blows a raspberry and gestures with his hands vaguely. Relaxes back into his chair. “slipped, yanno?”

“I can’t believe this,” Dustin mumbles to himself, still too loudly to ever pretend it wasn’t meant to be heard by all the other people in the room. “You save a world together, three times, and this is what you get.”

Gareth in particular looks perplexed by the choice of words and Mike fights the urge to kick Dustin under the table. They signed enough of NDAs to know better. The government is fucking scary. And batshit insane.

“I don’t mean it’s weird they didn’t tell us, I don’t care,” Mike trudges on because he has a point to be made.

“Seems like you do care, actually,” Max jumps in, head tilted and eyes narrowed.

“No one asked,” he bites back, not liking the way she grins.

“Funny. I was supposed to say the exact same thing.”

“Out with it, Mini Wheeler,” Eddie buts in, a nervous tremor in his voice despite the false bravado he so stubbornly puts out for others to see. Mike grimaces. He absolutely hates how ever since Vecna happened he’s been renamed to Mini-Wheeler. A Mini-Nancy. What a downgrade.

“I just – why him?” he gestures to the stairs leading out of the basement. To the kitchen where Steve, no doubt, tries to charm his mom. Ugh. Eddie just stares.

“I mean, you’re awesome. And, like, badass,” Mike continues, sensing somehow that this is not helping his case. “And Steve sucks.”

Wrong thing to say. Code Red. Abort.

Eddie grins, all teeth. “Yeah. He does.”

[fuctacles]

Touching tiddies is an 8th level spell, and I'm at a measly 3

"suck" | 480 | for @steddiemicrofic | Rated M | no cw | tags: transfem!Steve, mommy kink

"Wanna touch them?" she asked, surprising herself. Like some horny demon possessed her for a second. But in the face of Eddie's blank gaze, she pressed on. "It's okay, Robin did too."

His expression even worsened after that.

"Uh, actually. Are you and Robin, like…"

Stevie frowned.

"I thought we were past that. What the fuck?"

"Well, yeah-! But-!" Eddie flailed to explain himself. "Now you're a girl so maybe…" he shrugged.

Stevie couldn't help the sour expression her face twisted into.

"Maybe if we met now. But I needed her to realize shit about myself, so," she smiled. "I think we were meant to be sisters."

Eddie smiled back.

"So, do you want to? Because I'm getting kinda cold."

He bit his lip.

"Would that mean we are sisters too?"

There was no hiding the disappointment on her face.

"If you want to."

"I don't," he answered quickly, catching her gaze. "Is that okay?"

She nodded, and finally, with a lot of hesitance, he reached out.

"Can't believe the first tiddies I ever touch are trans tiddies."

"Disappointed?"

"Honoured," he corrected. "Pretty sure that's skipping some levels. Like casting an 8th level spell while being on 3rd."

She snorted because, of course, he turned it into a nerd thing to cover his nervousness.

The movement dislocates the finger grazing the edge of her areola and sends it rubbing across her nipple. She inhales sharply and presses her lips together.

"Sorry, they are super sensitive now," she said.

"Damn, and here I was hoping you were happy to see me."

"I always am."

Stevie reaches out for his other hand to put it on her chest. He holds his breath. Flexes his fingers oh so delicately, like he could still pretend it was just a twitch of his muscles.

She presses harder, and Eddie finally takes the hint. She smiles, soft and pleased, and asks:

"Wanna suck them?"

Eddie's brain blanks.

"C'mon, don't you?"

He nods, it's all he can do. It's hesitant, worried she could take it back any moment.

She let go of one of his hands and grasped the back of his head, putting just a little bit of pressure, but he went easily, falling forward into her chest, lapping the salt off her skin. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her nipple and she let out a shuddering breath.

"Don't be shy," she encouraged.

Finally, he closed his lips around one of her small tits and started sucking.

"A-ah! Yes, like that. My sweet boy," she praised, cradling his head. He whined around her. "Doing so good for mommy."

Eddie froze. Before she could take it back, he doubled down, pushing her back onto the couch, hands and mouth working on ravishing her chest.

"Oh, we like that? Like being momma's good boy?"

Maybe there were more perks to transition than she first thought.

[steddiemicrofic]

good spooky season, beloveds, your october prompt is:

👗 dress | 350 words 👗

dress up, dress down, dress steve in a wedding gown — as always feel free to interpret the prompt however you’d like! submissions should be steddie-centric 3rd POV with a title, rating, and any applicable cws, and the body of the fic should be 350 words exactly when pasted into wordcounter.net

mods will comment a 🥧 emoji once your submission has been verified and added to the reblog queue, and then you can add your fic to the october ao3 collection

- wynn 👻

[hotluncheddie]

bet.

for the october @steddiemicrofic prompt 'suck' ! happy halloween !!

wc: 480 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: bestie robin, chubby steve, horny eddie

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‘bet you can’t keep your hands off him for the whole party.’ robin stares eddie down from across the sofa.

‘what? on Halloween? is that how you think of me bobbie? i’m wounded’ eddie watches steve’s ass as he walks to the kitchen.

robin throws popcorn at him ‘eddie. the only reason you're not still sitting in his lap is because i asked him to get more soda.. literally a second ago.’ 

‘and you were so mean for that.’ eddie folds his arms, eyes flicking between robin and steve at the fridge. robin is scowling.. ‘fine. your bet, what’s the stakes?’

robins scowl drops and she sighs 'i need steve to wingman. the new girl from work is bringing her roommate and it’s been hinted her favourite colour is violet and i need this eddie, like, seriously.’ 

eddie softens. ’it would be homophobic of me to take that away from you.’ poking her with his socked toe. ‘do i get anything? for keeping my hands off?’

‘24 hours. i have a project due but no time till the day before. apartment will be yours. you two can do what you want.. my rooms off limits.’ 

‘you, miss robin buckly, have a deal.’ 

—

‘you, are an evil witch robin buckley’

‘oh, get over it!’ robin huffs, tipsy.

‘how could you do this to me! on halloween!’ eddie pouts.

‘suck it up buttercup. just remember what’s at stake.’ 

‘ughhhh’ 

‘yeah because i’m so sorry i convinced steve to pick that costume. even though he had to buy it, so it’s his, forever.’ 

‘…did i ever tell you you’re the light of my life?’

robin flicks him on the forehead and walks back over to steve and the girl.

eddie tracks her. resigned to sulking. 

and blue balls.

because steve is in a sailor uniform, but this one is off-white with black accents, complementing his tan. the trousers are long, wide in the leg and tight in the ass. cupping around the curve of it, like eddie wishes he was, right now. the hat on his head is at an angle and pushes his hair down, so it frames his rosy cheeks, and pretty smile.

and the top. oh! the top. the flap collar frames broad shoulders and deep v exposes chest hair. it ends at his hipline and flowed nicely but steve’s had a few beers. bloated, his belly has started filling in the front, started pulling around his love handles. the outline of his soft, wide belly button is just visible.

‘just one night.’ eddie mumbles to himself, leaning against a wall. ‘then 24 uninterrupted hours.’

steve readjusts the waistband of his trousers, hiking them a little higher. eddie sees how the movement makes his belly jiggle. 

sliding slowly down the wall and into a heap on the floor; eddie bites his fist and allows himself one tiny, tortured little whimper.  

[berenwrites]

Like Magic, Steddie, Stranger Things, PG

A/N:  After not writing for the challenge for months, now I get 2 ideas for the same prompt, thanks brain! Please enjoy. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: DRESS | wc: 350 | Rating PG | cw: none

Tags: fluff, Upside Down consequences, pre-steddie

Also on AO3 ( My Other fic on Tumblr)

Like Magic

Steve dragged himself into the bathroom feeling like he had barely slept. His dreams had been wild, full of the Upside Down. They were already fading but had left behind a feeling of unease, of something missing.

It was as he cleaned his teeth, mindlessly staring into the mirror, he noticed the dressing around his ribs was coming loose. That decided him on what to do next. He’d been under strict instructions to keep the dressings dry to let his injuries heal, washing carefully, standing at the sink, but he was fed up with that. He wanted a proper shower. He could redo the dressing later if he really needed to.

Unwinding the bandage, he gently pulled off the tape and gauze underneath. He’d needed a couple of stitches in the end, so he decided not to look too closely as he climbed into the shower. The water was probably going to aggravate the healing road rash on his back and arms too, but it was worth it to be properly clean.

Starting with his hair, he went about his usual routine. It felt so good, it wasn’t until he was soaping up his front that he realised something was wrong.

Nothing hurt.

Looking down he saw his hand was over the wound on his side, but there wasn’t any discomfort, let alone pain. As he moved his fingers, he watched the cascading water wash away the suds. But it didn’t stop there. While he stared, the wound fell away, not like a scab coming off, more like it was movie magic or something. Underneath was only the faintest discolouration on otherwise perfect skin.

Stumbling out of the shower, he tried to look at his back in the mirror. What he could see were injuries peeling off like they had never been real.

Only urgent thumping on his front door stopped him freaking out completely. Grabbing a robe, he ran downstairs, wrenching open the double doors.

“Eddie,” he said, staring in shock at the dishevelled, but very much alive figure on his doorstep.

Now he knew what had been missing.

( My Other fic on Tumblr)