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hello hello hello as a birthday treat to me specifically your may prompt is
🎩 top | 510 words 🎩
let them sit topside, top it all off, argue over toppings or top that boy right into the mattress. as always feel free to interpret the prompt however you like! stories must be 3rd pov steddie centric with a title, rating, and any relevant content warnings and must be 510 words exactly when pasted into wordcounter.net.
mods will comment a 🥧 emoji to let you know your fic has been verified and added to the queue, and then you can add your fic to the may ao3 collection
- wynn 🥳
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Steddie Microfic April Masterlist
April 1-7 Masterlist
April 8-14 Masterlist
April 15-21 Masterlist
April 22-30 Masterlist
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficapril#masterlist
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Steddie Microfic April 22nd-30th Masterlist
meet the parents by @ithinkicouldloveher | Rated M | no cw
the corpse in your garden by @postmodernau | Rated T | cw: canon-typical fantasy/horror elements | tags: sci-fi AU
Battle cry by @medusapelagia | Rated M | cw: blood, injuries, war, battlefield, cliffhanger
wrap around, take a hold by @zombiethingy | Rated M | cw: piss | tags: pining, kink discovery, omorashi, pre-relationship
untitled by @wearing-tearing | Rated T | no cw
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficapril#stranger things#masterlist
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new prompt drop in 3 hours! 😍👹
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written for @steddiemicrofic
prompt: fool | words: 454 | rated: T
"Am I a dumb hoe?" Steve asks out loud, more to himself than anything.
Robin blinks at him and seriously considers his question. "You're never dumb, but you used to be a hoe."
Steve sighs and fights the urge to throw himself under the library counter. "Maybe I should go back to being a hoe."
Robin snorts. "We both know there's only one person you want to do that with."
Steve immediately thinks of Eddie. He's been nursing a crush on him since Eddie showed up at the library three months ago looking for this Horror book that is also one of Steve's favorites. Through becoming friends, Steve's feelings towards Eddie have shifted to something... more.
Not that Steve has acted on it.
"I'm just a fool, then," Steve announces out loud.
"Who called you a fool?"
Steve almost throws the book he's holding. "Eddie?"
"Here we go," Robin murmurs and, traitor that she is, leaves Steve alone with his crush.
"Who called you a fool?" Eddie asks again, scowling. "Do I need to beat someone up?"
"Like you could do that," Steve blurts out despite himself.
Eddie, for his turn, doesn't look angry. Instead, he nods. "You're right. I could spread some mean rumors about them, though."
"I called myself a fool," Steve explains. "Thank you, though."
"I will always defend your honor, Steve." Eddie rests his elbows on the counter and leans into Steve's space. "But why are you a fool?"
Right, Steve thinks. This is his chance.
By the way Robin gives him a thumbs up from behind Eddie right before she dips back to hide between the stacks, she agrees.
"Well," Steve starts. "There's this guy I like."
Eddie's face is a blank mask. Nothing gives him away. "Oh?"
"And I've been meaning to tell him."
Eddie raises an eyebrow. "That you like him?"
"Yup. But I haven't exactly..."
"Gotten the guts to do it, right," Eddie adds. "I totally get that."
Steve swallows hard. "You do?"
"Yeah." Eddie leans even further into Steve's space. Steve's stomach flips when he says, "I've been sort of going through the same thing."
"Yeah?" Steve whispers, not moving away.
"He's this cute librarian I met some months ago, right here." Eddie taps the counter with a finger. "Maybe you know him?"
"I might," Steve replies, fighting back a smile. "And I might have on good authority that he likes you back."
"That's good," Eddie murmurs. "Is he gonna be upset if I kiss him at his work place or—"
Steve doesn't let Eddie finish. He grabs him by the front of his Metallica shirt and kisses him, firm and sweet, and feels Eddie smile against his lips. Somewhere between the stacks, Robin whistles.
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wrap around, take a hold
Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘fool’
It's the companion to 'what a feeling', but is good to read on it's own too.
Title from 'What a feeling' by Irene Cara
wc: 454 | rated: M
tags: pining, kink discovery, omorashi, pre-relationship
cw: piss
[AO3 link]
That was absolutely not how Steve had pictured the first time a guy – not just any guy, nope. Eddie – touching his dick was going to happen. He'd pictured a more ... romantic setup, maybe after a nice dinner or maybe during a movie night with just the two of them when he'd finally found the courage to act on his feelings, moving closer, maybe cuddling and maybe after a kiss too...
But no, Steve had to be a lovesick fool and try on outfit after outfit, searching for the perfect one, then spend an eternity on perfecting his hair, and when Eddie was there to pick him up, he didn't have any time left to take a leak.
And then he'd been even more of an idiot; ignored Eddie’s offer to take a break, even being too stubborn to stop at the side of the road while already having leaked.
On top of that he then also tried to explain it away with a lie while Eddie was coming up with a solution. And then–
Then he was pissing in a bottle, while driving, and with his dick in Eddie's hand. And it felt so good. The relief, Eddie touching him... Steve had to try so hard to keep from moving into his hand, to keep his body from reacting.
His bladder is content now, but his mind reeling.
He feels out of his body, still gets them to the location in record time, and when, once they're inside, Eddie announces that he's going to piss, something in Steve snaps.
He follows Eddie to the bathroom, crowds him into a stall without thinking.
"Steve," Eddie whines, but nonetheless let's himself be pressed against the wall without further complaints.
"Eddie?"
"I–," Eddie starts, chuckles, "I know you're good now."
At that, it's Steve's turn to chuckle. He's so far from good, feels out of his mind too and frantic, turned on and mortified and unable to make himself let go of Eddie, as if touching him was the only thing keeping Steve from vibrating out of this reality and into another plane of existence altogether.
"But I really have to piss. Now." Eddie states.
He moves away from Steve, who reluctantly eases his grip, still his hands follow, and stops just out of reach in front of the toilet. Eddie gets his dick out but doesn't start pissing. He sighs.
"You wanna–", he trails of, looks back over his shoulder.
"Come here. Your turn to help me out."
Steve feels puppeteered as he takes a step forward, slots himself in at Eddie's back and let's his hands be tugged to hold his dick.
Steve instantly feels the force of his stream. Both moan.
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hi babies, the may prompt is dropping this wednesday at 12pm eastern 🩷🩷
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Would y'all be mad if someone followed one of the prompts for a different fandom? Without using any of the tags & not tagging the blog of course, but mentioning that that's where the insp came from?
as i do not own the copyright for the english language or hindu-arabic numerals: go right ahead
lol, no but for real, don’t sweat it. obviously if you take inspo from us and you want to tag us, feel free! i’m never gonna be mad about people giving credit or promoting the blog, but i’m also not gonna angry dicaprio point at my tumblr dash if i happen to come across someone in a different fandom using a single word or word count that they found through my public writing prompt blog. you’re all good 🩷
- wynn
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Haha, i was a different anon to the one asking about previous prompts, although that was an interesting question! i was just looking through the blog for a previous ask from idek how many weeks ago and felt curious about it cos the blog seems quite popular. Anyway, it’s been interesting to see the difference in fics submitted month to month based on prompt too (i’m a data nerd). thanks for running it!
@steddieas-shegoes wake up beloved someone thinks we're quite popular
#lmao#thanks for the ask <3#i am also a data nerd i would love to see random stats about this blog#mod answers
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Battle cry
written for @steddiemicrofic
prompt ‘Fool’
wc: 454
rated: M
TW: blood, injuries, war, battlefield, cliffhanger
(I had the idea of trying to write a longer fic using Steddie Microfic Prompts, I don’t know if this will work out! This fic is intended as a sequel to I’ll make you proud but can also be read as a stand-alone)
Their camp is burning.
The ground is dripping blood and the soldiers are screaming and running while Steve stares at the huge creature that's standing in front of him.
At his side, Robin, his squire, is trying to drag him away from the battlefield: their enemies have a fucking dragon, and there is no way they can even hope to defeat them. But Steve isn’t moving. His eyes pinned in the dragon's ruby ones. The creature's nostrils flare and he snorts some smoke, trying to intimidate the prince. There's no need. Steve is already terrified. Still. He can't retreat. He must protect his men and his family, or at least die trying to.
"Run," Steve says to Robin, without turning.
"Steve! Don't be foolish! You can't fight a dragon!" She insists, her grip around the boy's arm even tighter.
"I know, but I can still buy you some time."
The dragon is studying him like a big cat ready to jump and catch the mouse he's playing with.
"Think about Eddie! Think about your kid!" Robin begs, her eyes full of tears, but she has been at Steve's side since he was a child, and she knows that she'll not be able to convince him.
"Listen to me." Steve says, his hand already on the hilt of his swords, "We don't know how many dragons they have, but if this is the only one and I manage to keep him busy long enough for you to get back to the castle, we might still have a chance," he whispers, "Find Dustin. Tell him that they have a dragon. I'm sure he'll come up with some clever plan."
For a brief moment, Steve turns toward Robin with a sad smile, then he pushes her away and starts running toward the dragon. He's on foot, he lost his horse during the fight and all he has now are his sword and the medallion with Eddie's mischievous expression. He didn't even have the time to add their son's portrait.
His armor clangs while he gets closer to the enormous creature that stares back at him. Some soldiers try to stop him. An arrow, coming from Steve’s blind side, finds its way under his arm. Steve yelps but keeps going, feeling the blood pouring down his arm: if he's not quick the arrow will kill him before the dragon.
There's a flare of fire at Steve's side and he barely avoids getting burned. He rolls on the ground, whimpering when he hits the ground where the arrowhead is still embedded, and when he finally stops he's so close to the dragon that can count all his scales.
Steve lets out a battle cry.
And then the dragon hits.
(Do I have an idea about how to continue this? Yes, I do and I need at least 2 more prompts that I can use... maybe three to get it more coherent but who cares XD)
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the corpse in your garden
written for @steddiemicrofic April prompt, "fool" | WC: 454 | Rating: T | CW: canon-typical fantasy/horror elements | Tags: sci-fi AU
Using this month's prompt as an excuse to dabble in my solarpunk AU, please enjoy
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It’s a fool’s errand, trying to sleep.
Steve would rather spend endless hours tossing and turning than give in to his traitorous subconscious, but that has consequences, too.
“Hey.” Robin leans down from the upper bunk, sleep-matted hair dangling. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve lies. “I’m fine.”
Robin pulls herself back up into bed, is soon snoring softly.
Eventually, inevitably, Steve succumbs to sleep too.
The dream starts in the same lab scenario as always, Hawkins ‘86. A wringer of a mission at the best of times and even more haunting now: hellish bats with 20-foot-wingspans, fires raging through downtown, the screams of innocent bystanders.
Steve is at the lab, just as in real life, or whatever version of it those goddamn psychic vines create inside his head. He’s never really understood the science of it all.
There’s one crucial difference, though: Eddie is missing.
As he’s done in every iteration of this nightmare, Steve avails himself of the Beemer parked outside the lab and heads toward the trailer park, where he instinctively knows Eddie will be.
And there he is, right by the Forest Hills entrance sign, weathered even then. Steve briefly wonders what it looks like now, if it’s even still standing.
Eddie spots Steve and stops running. Smiles and waves in an unguarded way that makes something new and green unfurl in Steve’s chest, a sapling watered by the rain of relief he feels.
And (this part is new) a glowing golden bubble around the two of them, a shield against the fire and the monsters and all the other bad shit they’ve faced and will face.
They’re closer than they’ve ever been, but that’s okay.
Eddie takes Steve’s face in his hands, and that’s more than okay.
They kiss and Steve feels like the world should be tilting on its axis, gravity inverting, but the ground stays firm underneath his feet.
“Is this happening because you’re leaving?” Steve hears himself ask without knowing why.
“No.” Eddie’s smile is bittersweet. “It’s happening because I’m already gone.”
Steve wakes up in a sweat and lifts the corner of his mattress, finds his contraband phone and sees that the charge light is blinking red: it’s been cloudy for the past few days. But he should have enough juice to make the call, his fingers already dialing the number.
“Hey,” answers a groggy Eddie.
“You’re there.” Steve feels an instant wave of relief, tries not to think about the fact that he still doesn’t know where there is. “Sorry to wake you up, I just had this–”
“Dream?” Eddie interrupts. “Yeah, me too.”
That’s when the world does tilt, and Steve goes lightheaded as he realizes there’s absolutely nothing for him to grab onto.
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meet the parents | april @steddiemicrofic 💐
prompt: fool | wc: 454 | rated: m | eddie needs some reassurance.
Eddie will say yes to whatever his sweetheart asks of him.
In his defense, if anyone had a boyfriend with a heart— and an ass— like Steve’s, they’d be the exact same way.
Because Steve is perfect.
He’s also a sly minx. After a year of dating, he knows just how to get Eddie to agree to anything.
Including meeting his parents. He had asked in the middle of a makeout-turned-dry-humping session and Eddie barely heard the question before grunting out a yeah sweetheart, of course.
Which is exactly how Eddie finds himself parked on the Harringtons’ looming driveway, nerves crackling, stomach churning, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
“Babe,” Steve says from the passenger seat, tone gentle. “Don’t be nervous. I promise they’ll love you.”
Eddie gulps, staring at the absolute mansion that is his boyfriend’s childhood home. He’d seen photos, but never the real thing considering they met at college. During holidays they’d go to Eddie’s if they spent it together, since his uncle’s trailer park is closer to the school.
“I’m not,” he lies.
Steve’s eyes soften and he reaches a hand out, caressing Eddie’s cheek. He nuzzles into it instinctually.
“We’ve talked about this,” he reminds him patiently. “My dad will talk to you about the economy and shit, verify you’re not like, a total dumbass—” Eddie snorts— “and my mom will just be checking to make sure you eat every bite of the food. Do that, and you’re golden.”
Eddie nods, forcing himself to kill the engine. “Shit, almost forgot,” he mutters, reaching behind his seat for the bouquet.
Steve breaks out into a grin. “Peonies? None of my exes ever brought my mom flowers.”
“Yeah, well, that’s why they’re your exes,” Eddie says, sly.
His boyfriend laughs, snaking his fingers behind Eddie’s head and tugging him forward, connecting their lips. Eddie moans softly, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Steve’s sinful mouth. He places a firm hand on Steve’s exposed thigh— god bless the spring— grabs a fistful, and squeezes.
Steve whines into Eddie’s mouth, encouraging him to slide his hand further, under Steve’s khaki shorts. He rubs soft skin while exploring his mouth, tongue flicking, reminding his boyfriend just how good he is at this shit.
It’s a gamble, but Eddie’s horny. So he gets handsy, dexterous fingers finding Steve’s soft cock over his cotton briefs.
“Ah, don’t be a fool,” Steve chastises softly in his mouth. He pulls back and Eddie whines.
“I’m always a fool for you,” Eddie says, grinning dumbly, hopelessly bewitched by Steve’s seductive, golden gaze.
“Well don’t be a fool in front of my parents,” Steve taunts, “And I’ll suck you off in the bathroom for dessert.”
Eddie’s dick twitches.
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Steddie Microfic April 15th-21st Masterlist
Turning P!nk by @mrsjellymunson | Rated T | no cw | tags: and then they were roommates, friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession (sort of), ficlet based on song lyrics
A Desperate Fool by @queenie-ofthe-void | Rated T | cw: hurt/no comfort, break-up
fool's oil by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: future fic, flirting, open ending but implied getting together
love me so bad by @katyawriteswhump | Rated E | cw: spanking, foreplay, light d/s, barely negotiated kink | tags: aftercare, hurt/comfort, slightly sub steve, slightly dom eddie
Dumb Luck With Dating by @soaringornithopter | Rated G | no cw
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficapril#stranger things#masterlist
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how many asks do you guys get every week?
if this is a general question: not that many since most people submit their stories by tagging us
if this is a follow up from the anon who asked about previous months' prompts: not that many, i'm just bad at remembering to check the inbox lmao
-wynn <3
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is there a place with a list of all the previous month’s prompt words (without having to go back through the blog/collections to check each one)? i’m nosy.
good morning! there is not, but that's a great idea - i need to make a post with all of them. in the meantime you can see all of the prompts on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/steddie_microfic/collections
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Dumb Luck with Dating
Written for the April 2024 @steddiemicrofic drabble challenge
Prompt: 'fool' | Words: 454 | Rating: G | Warnings: none | Read on AO3
Eddie would never claim to be the brightest bulb on the porch--his three-time stint as a senior in high school could attest to that--but he was decent at reading people and adjusting his own behavior accordingly. Most of the time, he opted to be loud and abrasive just to thumb his nose at polite society, but if he genuinely liked people he could be friendly--even, dare he say, charming. Unfortunately, being half-baked and sleep deprived did his intelligence, emotional or otherwise, no favors. In fact, in retrospect, it turned him into a downright fool.
He was in just such a state the night before when he'd visited the newly renovated Family Video in search of some mindless entertainment that might have a soporific effect on his overactive post-apocalypse-brain. Eddie was so tired that he only threw a half-hearted greeting to the bickering pair manning the check out counter before disappearing into the aisles. By the time he'd made his selection and returned to the front, Steve and Robin looked like they had reached a truce. More accurately, Steve looked smug and Robin looked resigned.
"Got any plans tomorrow, Eddie?" Steve said as he scanned the rental.
Always one to tease, Eddie leaned in batting his eyelashes. "Only if those plans involve a hot date."
He expected a snort of amusement and some sort of dry and witty rejoinder. What he got was, "See! I told you he'd be fine with it, Robin!" Steve barreled onward as he snatched up the crumpled bills Eddie had dropped on the counter. "She didn't think you'd go for it--"
"That's not--"
"--out of some 'Oh! I can't possibly be seen out with a--'"
"--what I meant, and shut up! Shhhh…." Robin lunged at Steve covering his mouth.
Eddie's contribution to the conversation? "Uh…"
Steve pried off his living muzzle and said, "So, tomorrow at 6, meet at my house. It's a date."
Eddie left in a daze. He'd never even considered men before, but maybe he should have if his anticipation and bout of nerves about the upcoming date meant anything.
The next day, as Eddie pulled into Steve's driveway, he noticed an unfamiliar car. To his surprise, Robin opened the front door and a vaguely familiar woman stood behind her, shyly waving.
"You're here!" Steve beamed as he jogged into the hallway. "I was just grabbing snacks for the drive-in. You remember Vickie from school, right? She'll be your date." Date was said with an exaggerated waggle of eyebrows.
Eddie's sudden mortification must have shown on his face since Robin leaned over to whisper, "Fake date. She's my real date. You're welcome to Steve if you can stand him."
Eddie'd never felt luckier to act a fool.
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love me so bad (steddie microfic)
Steve wishes Eddie would play rough sometimes. Eddie figures out what Steve actually wants.
For @steddiemicrofic April prompt, Fool. Rating: E. CW: spanking, foreplay, light D/s, barely negotiated kink. WC: 454. Tags: aftercare, hurt/comfort, (slightly) sub Steve, (slightly) dom Eddie.
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Sometimes, mused Steve, my badass metalhead boyfriend is waaaay too soft on me.
He was splayed, naked and ass-upward, across Eddie’s lap, while Eddie prepared to ease slicked fingers inside him. Steve peeped back, lashes fluttering: “Remember when some douchebag cut your guitar strings? Might’ve been me.”
Eddie’s warmly stroking fingers slid away. “Before eighth-grade talent show? Christ, you made a total fool of me.”
Steve shivered, weirdly empty. Too late for regrets. “What ya gonna do?”
“Then, I’d have punched your bratty lights out.”
“In your dreams! And now?” Eddie skimmed his palm over Steve’s rear. Fuck me roughly into our lumpy bed! Pleeeeease? Instead, Eddie sharply spanked him. “Ow!”
“Can’t handle it, big boy?”
Steve mentally shrugged. “Bring it on.”
Eddie spanked him again. And again. Steve gasped, battling healthy urges to roll away. Wtf?
“Dreamed ’bout this forever,” husked Eddie, “while you waggled your slutty ass at me.”
Slap.
Steve swallowed a squeak. Should’ve seen this coming, Harrington. Still, as he squirmed, a delicious glow saturated his skin. Sandwiched between Eddie's hard thighs and those skilled hands, Steve felt wanted, cherished. Plus the sizzling pained-pleasure kinda turned him on.
Till tears blurred his vision. “Jesus… Ow!”
“I’d luuuurve you to beg for mercy, but my arm aches like a bitch.”
“My butt stings like a bitch.”
“Poooooor Stevie.”
Eddie smoothed Steve’s burning flesh, stooping to chase the pain away with dustings of moist breath, gentle love-bites that set Steve trembling, crying unashamedly. His tears, like his smarting skin, felt too damn good. Eddie soon cuddled Steve against him, petted his hair, traced knuckles along his cheekbone. Steve nestled his head beneath Eddie’s chin, curled into his lap and… melted.
Christ, did he know I’d come apart like this?
Steve sniffled. Their breaths fell into sync. Steve absorbed Eddie’s heartbeat. His own chest ached.
When Eddie made love to him, Steve whined, cursed and totally dug how Eddie pummelled into his abused ass. Everything was awesome until…
“I’m forgiven?” asked Steve, later, as they sprawled, entangled and boneless.
“For dinging my guitar? Yup. Years ago.” Eddie yawned. “Robin told me. Also, how you were the one who slipped premium-brand strings into my locker for years after.”
“Oh.” Should he be pissed? Nah. Steve sighed and melted back toward that happy mush.
“Great timing to spill.” Eddie pecked the tip of Steve’s nose. “Angling for a spanking, huh, Baby?”
Wasn’t actually! I should make YOU squirm so bad for this.
Apart from… Steve had enjoyed it. Steve had needed it. Particularly the snuggling after. Kinda wanted to go again. More fool me.
“I hate you.” Steve’s lips ghosted dreamily against the love of his life’s demon tatt. “You’re too fucking perfect for me.”
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