first overall pick

for @steddiemicrofic january prompt 'first'

rated g | 336 words | no cw | tags: nhl draft, modern au, hockey au, hockey player eddie, hockey player steve, implied relationship

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He can't believe it. He actually can't believe he went first. No one thought he'd even crack the top three.

Eddie is pacing outside the hotel, trying to come down from the events of the night. Wayne is upstairs, probably already snoring. He was up way past his bedtime.

"Hey."

Eddie stops and turns towards the unexpected but familiar voice.

"Steve. Hey."

It's awkward now. It never used to be. They played together in juniors for so long they practically became one person. Even when Eddie was moved to a team across the country, they stayed friends.

But the draft turns friends into competition quickly, and Steve has been expected to go first for over a year now. Eddie himself even expected it. He had the congratulations text already typed on his phone.

When Eddie's name was called first, there was a deafening silence, and then Wayne was grabbing his arm and cheering loud enough for everyone else's clapping and yelling to not matter at all.

"Congrats on going first," Steve says. He already said it earlier when they were doing their photoshoot, but this feels more genuine. When the cameras aren't there watching, it's easier to be friends. "Surprised everyone a bit, I think."

"Yeah, me included," Eddie huffs a laugh. "I really thought it would be you. And then Jonathan. Everyone needs a goalie like him, I thought for sure-"

"You deserved this, Eds," Steve interrupts. He's standing so close. "I may not have expected it, but you're good enough to go first. You've always been good enough."

It's sincere enough to make Eddie try to hide his blush, dipping his head and hoping Steve doesn't notice in the dim parking lot lights that he's as red as a tomato. Steve's a flirt, always has been, and Eddie's a sucker for it. Always has been.

"Sure you aren't jealous?" Eddie looks back up at him with a teasing smirk.

Steve grins back, cups his face, and gently kisses his lips.

"Just proud of you."

Written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt “first” | wc: 336 | rated: T | cw: pregnancy/mpreg, minor reference to fertility issues | tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie and omega!Steve, Wayne POV, make that man a grandpa!

———

Wayne told them three times that he didn’t want anything for his birthday. Eddie and Steve had already taken him out for dinner, invited him over to enjoy the cool autumn evening on their front porch, and served his favorite pie. All he needed was quality time with his boys, he insisted.

Eddie still hands him a gift bag after dessert. “C’mon, you have to have something to open on your big day,” he argues.

“Shoulda known you wouldn’t listen.” Wayne rolls his eyes, but he obligingly pulls the tissue paper from the bag to uncover his present.

It’s a ceramic mug in a striking navy color, emblazoned with orange lettering he can’t decipher until he raises it into the warm light of Eddie and Steve’s dining room.

#1 Grandpa!

The heat that drives the light

Written for the January 2026 round of the @steddiemicrofic challenge, prompt: first, 336 words

Rating: M Tags: First Time, Older Man/Younger Man, all others on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77854816

“I want you to be my first,” Steve whispered to Eddie. Both of them were naked and sweaty under Eddie’s blankets, faces flushed and lips kiss-bitten.

Their night was going how most of them had gone since they started dating after they mutually made eyes at one another at Corroded Coffin’s Halloween show. Eddie was magnetic on stage as usual, enough to make Steve completely forget he’d come to the show with a date.

Especially when Eddie stuck his tongue down his throat in the green room, more so when Steve got on his knees and sucked Eddie’s soul out through his dick.

Steve’s friends thought it was gross that he was dating someone so old, though ten years wasn’t that old. And besides: Steve was legally an adult and had been since before they’d met.

Besides: Eddie never made him do something he didn’t want to do. He wasn’t a creep. His bravado on stage was a front for him being sweet, funny, and romantic. He always made sure he took Steve on a proper date before he took them back to his apartment to spend the night. He loved spoiling Steve, and most of all, he loved their quiet nights in: having dinner and then going to bed together.

“You sure, baby?” Eddie asked, sliding his thumb along Steve’s chin. He shifted to straddle Steve under the covers, the blankets falling off as he moved.

“I love you,” Steve responded, as he pulled Eddie back down for another kiss.

“I love you, too,” Eddie answered, the heat and passion behind his kisses ramping up. They kissed more and worked one another up, only stopping so Eddie could open Steve up.

They made love in the quiet dark of Eddie’s room, and when Steve came, he all but sobbed.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, panting hard after his own orgasm.

“I’m just so happy,” Steve reassured him, voice shaky with emotion.

“Me too, baby,” Eddie smiled, leaning down to kiss him once more. “Me too.”

The bard's songs

written for @steddiemicrofic January prompt: first | wc: 336 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: established relationship, canon non compliant, post s5, Eddie writes his first novel

abysmal relief

Just as Derek lets go of Steve, Dustin lets out a cry. Heart hammering in his chest, Steve runs to him just in time to see Dustin rip a tentacle out of– holy shit– Eddie’s mouth.

“Steve! Help!” Dustin cries. Steve stumbles over and together they lower Eddie to the ground. Dustin cradles his limp body like he did when Eddie died– or when they thought he died.

“Eddie, wake up, please,” Dustin whimpers, tears running down his dirty face.

Steve feels everyone’s eyes on them. He hears Robin sobbing quietly too. It’s so much like that day– everyone waiting for Eddie to wake up.

Only, this time, Eddie does.

He gasps and starts coughing violently. Steve reaches over to thump his back but misses when Dustin, now crying and laughing, manhandles Eddie into a hug.

Steve feels Robin’s hand on his shoulder and he squeezes it, his heart nearly bursting with relief.

Eventually, Eddie stops coughing. “W-Where are we?” He asks hoarsely, hugging Dustin back. “The Upside Down?”

Dustin shakes his head. “The Abyss. It’s where the Mindflayer came from. We’re inside it but it’s dead. We killed it.”

“And that fucking smell? Is that the Mindflayer too?”

“Oh. No, that’s me and Steve.”

Eddie pulls away from the hug. “Steve?”

Dustin points at him. Eddie’s head swivels in Steve’s direction. “Heeeey, big boy,” he drawls, smiling weakly.

“Welcome back, Eds,” Steve says, breathing easier than he has in months.

“Is it true? You made Vecna pay?”

“Well, I had some help.”

Eddie hums amusedly. “What happened to not being a hero?”

Steve is too relieved to be angry, he surprises himself by laughing. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Eddie’s expression turns sheepish. “I guess I deserve a scolding for that one.” Coyly, he adds, “You can give it to me later, sweetheart,” and winks at Steve, making him blush. In the Abyss of all places.

“But first,” Eddie continues, “let’s get the fuck out of this hell hole, shall we?”

Everyone agrees.

Written for @steddiemicrofic.

when you know you know

January Prompt: First | Word Count: 336 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Eddie & Gareth | Tags: AU, Famous Musician Eddie, First Meeting

These parties are always boring. Industry insiders, famewhores, the media. All combining into a wretched melting pot that makes Eddie's skin crawl. The rooftop view is pretty at least, and he leans against the stone wall, admiring the sunset.

He feels Gareth at his elbow.

"At least Jeff's having fun," Gareth says, and the lilt in his voice makes Eddie turn to look.

Only, he doesn't see Jeff.  No, his eyes fall on a man walking across the rooftop with confidence. His fitted white dress shirt unbuttoned one button too low, showing off his thick chest hair, his sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing, exposed.

Eddie swallows.

"Who's that?"

"Huh? Who?" Gareth questions, his sweating bottle of beer tipped against his bottom lip, like he didn't see the same thing Eddie did.

He probably didn't. 

Doesn't matter, Eddie only has eyes for his man now.

"I might be in trouble."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Gareth banters, but Eddie nudges him. He's not kidding. 

Does Eddie believe in love at first sight? Ten minutes ago he'd have said no fucking way. But right now? Fuck. Maybe. Maybe he does.

"That guy, in white," Eddie says, "with the hair. Who is he?"

"Oh, the one with the hair," Gareth sasses. 

Eddie ignores him, and pushes off the barrier, heading towards the man that's caught his attention. When he's beside him, Eddie touches his forearm, hand sliding up to his elbow. 

The guy looks down at his hand, amused, "Do I know you?"

"You're about to," Eddie says with confidence. "I'm Eddie. You're gonna marry me someday."

The guy laughs. A bright, vibrant giggle that sends a thrill through Eddie.

"Is that right?" he questions, amused.

Eddie nods enthusiastically, "When you know you know."

His dream man smiles, soft and kind, "Well, who am I to contradict that? I'm Steve."

Steve. He's Steve.

"What do you do, Steve?" Eddie asks. It doesn't matter. He can be an insider, the media, or a famewhore. All the above.

"I'm a teacher."

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Can't start a fire without a spark

Written for the January 2026 round of @steddiemicrofic

Prompt: First, 336 words

Rated: T

Tags: Meet cute; Firefighter!Steve; Wet cat!Eddie; Flirting; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart

It's Eddie's first workday and he's set the kitchen on fire.

@steddiemicrofic - prompt: first - wc: 336 - rating: t

tags: First kiss, self-esteem issues, drunk teenagers, slight angst

"Uh, I've got one! First kiss… With a guy," Jeff grinned, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

Eddie bit his lip. He knew what Jeff was doing. Jeff knew what he was doing as well. But the thing was that Steve would never in a milion years go out with Eddie.

Even if they were friends now, even if they both looked after Dustin like a little brother. It just wasn't an option.

"Kindergarden. My best friend had absolutely no shame and the only way he could show emotions was through kisses, so he regularly smooched me on the mouth until the teachers told him to stop," Gareth started.

"Awww, that's sweet though." Steve smiled, a soft laugh in his voice. "Mine was at some party. The house was filled with teens and alcohol. It's also still kinda foggy because I was pissed as hell. Anyways, I saw this guy and he was hot as fuck. This was at the height of my sexuality chrisis by the way. So, when the oportunity presented itself, I pulled him into a corner and we made out for the rest of the night."

The group around them cheered and applauded Steve for a job well done, but Eddie couldn't join them. He felt a pair of warm eyes on him before Steve spoke. "What about you, Ed?"

Cheeks still pink, heart still racing, Eddie cleared his throat. "It was Lane Jackson's birthday, I knew her from band. I was looking a bit over okay and was considering leaving when the cutest guy there pulled me into a dark corner, shoved me against a wall and started kissing me. We talked a little between kisses. He told me that this was his first time kissing a guy... and we made out for the rest of the night."

"Holy shit! That was you?!" Steve stared at him in disbelieve. Eddie nodded. "I kissed Eddie Munson and didn't even know it…" He sounded disapointed. But that was Eddie; always the disapointment.

first time

written for @steddiemicrofic January prompt First | wc: 336 | rated: Gen | cw: None |

“God dammit!”

Steve tossed the kitchen towel when the outburst and metallic clatter reached him. 

Finding Eddie a vowel left his mouth, half a questioning syllable, before Eddie cut him off, grunting as he braced himself on the porcelain sink. 

“I’m too fucking weak Steve, can’t control my arms enough to use the scissors. I can’t even freaking brush it, not all at once!” Soft as an afterthought, he let out “Y’know, they almost shaved me at the hospital…” 

“No! Not the hair?!” Letting out an exaggerated gasp, hand to chest in a familiar heartfelt move, Steve almost procured a smile, a flickering light in the brown eyes that met his through the mirror.

Firmly, as when he’d ripped through that 13th cocoon, he nudged a stool behind Eddie.

“Sit.” He moved closer to reach the tap, Eddie’s back still rigid against his front. “Eddie—sit,” eyeing each other, Steve lifted one eyebrow before adverting to the floor, and the scissors. Bending down to get them.

“You know. Dustin got a round brush stuck, twice, before he learned the technique.” Staring Eddie down, while doing the supercool gun spin with the scissors, he spelled out the obvious solution: “And who saved his hair?” Nailing the catch on the first try this time. “I did.”

Finally Eddie collapsed down, something playing behind his eyes, still tense.

“I’m The Hair, trust me.” 

Eddie breathed out, nodded. And in the silence hair fell to the floor, knots got untangled.

Steve liked how much he could safely observe like this. Even through those persistent butterflies. 

Squaring up, he tried to shake it and pulled on the hair strands that framed Eddie’s face. "See, not too bad?” 

His fingers touched Eddie’s cheeks, making him feel as warm as the skin underneath his knuckles.  A wave of emotions moved over Eddie’s eyes in the mirror, instantly freezing Steve’s butterflies, “or we can call a hairdresser if—”

“No—I… This is the first time anyone else has done my hair. Well, first time since mom.”

Barghest

@steddiemicrofic | written for ‘first' | wc: 336 | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: Paranormal, pre-Season 1, Something isn’t right about Steve Harrington, Eddie collects strays, pre-pre-relationship, deliberate inconsistencies.

“I wouldn’t light that,”

There’s a stranger by Eddie’s van when he approaches, red-brown eyes peering at Eddie past a swoopy black fringe, “gasoline.”

Eddie thinks they’re the same age, 16 and some change, “Wasn’t going to.” he shrugs, tucking his cigarette behind his ear,

“Where are you going to?” the stranger asks, playing a peculiar word association game as he turns fully to Eddie, slipping his hands from the waist of his polo down into the pockets of his slacks.

“Hawkins.”

“Great!” the stranger perks up like a black labrador hearing ‘walkies’, cute,

“Is it?”

“Could I get a ride?” he asks. Eddie considers it, looks down the long, bleak road to Hawkins, then around at the barren gas station, nobody else is around.

“I don’t offer rides to strangers.” Eddie says, watching as hazel eyes widen and drop to the floor,

“Steve…” ‘Steve’ looks up, squinting past Eddie’s shoulder, “Harrington.” Eddie doesn’t need to look to know ‘Steve’ is lying, he saw the defaced bench ad for Harrington Legal on his way in, but he knows why kids hitchhike under false names, so he shrugs.

“Eddie. Climb aboard, Stevie.”

“You should change that,” Steve taps a finger to worn rubber as he rounds the van, “soon.” Eddie checks the prodded tyre, it seems fine, he’ll ask Wayne later.

“You’re a little weird,” Eddie notes, starting the engine and frowning at his radio as Ronnie James Dio growls at them to break the crystal ball, “Weird…” he repeats, checking the cassette case on the dash, Misty Mountain Hop.

“Sorry.” Steve smoothes out his sweater absently, Eddie starts to drive,

“Weird can be good,” Eddie offers, Steve’s head tilts, brown hair spilling across his forehead, looks like a confused puppy, “You know?”

“I guess I don’t,” Eddie glances often, Steve stares ahead. Worry furrows Steve’s brow the closer they get to Hawkins, black nailed fingers creasing white washed jeans, “It’s my first time.”

“Being weird?” Eddie doubts that, running away is more likely, 

“Being a Warning.”

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cool rider

written for ‘first' | wc: 336 | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: pre-relationship, eddie has a big ol' crush on steve, feat. corroded coffin

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The sound of a motorcycle engine at a bar was not uncommon. So, excuse Eddie if he didn’t pay attention to every single one while enjoying a pre-set cigarette.

Until, of course, one of his lovely bandmates decided to knock shoulders with him. Repeatedly.

“Your boytoy’s here.”

“Shut up, Gareth. He’s not my anything,” Eddie bit out. Inhaled a deep toke, gaze firmly at his feet.

Maybe the natural sound of a bar weren’t the only reason Eddie refused to look. So what, if he’d invited Steve to one of their gigs—well, him and Robin—and just Steve said yes.

So what, if he didn’t want to give away his horrible, obvious crush by whipping around at any sign of that maroon Beemer.

Gareth scoffed, shoving Eddie again until he rolled his eyes and turned.

Only to find some dude on a bright red Honda CB750, pushing down the kickstand with his heel, bike rocking into place between the tense muscles of his jean-clad thighs.

A bike from Wayne’s era, not Steve’s.

Steve also didn’t wear leather. Much less a black leather jacket with two white stripes around the arms.

“That’s not…”

Eddie couldn’t breathe as the ride removed his helmet, running a hand through mussed hair, which apparently even sweat couldn’t force into common ugliness.

Steve Harrington rode a motorcycle.

Fuck.

“Eddie?”

Jeff nudged at him. But Eddie would not have moved for God himself and miss Steve unzipping his leather jacket, revealing skin flushed pink from his cheeks, down his throat into a white t-shirt.

“Well, that’s a first. Harrington broke him.”

Shut up, Gareth, Eddie wanted to snap. But his mouth, his eyes, his feet, wouldn’t move when Steve sighted them and strode over like his very existence wasn’t making Eddie implode.

“Hey, Eds.”

Eddie had nothing else in his head, not with Steve looking like that.

All he could say was, “Nice bike.”

Smooth, Munson.

Steve fixed him with this look, this smirk, like he knew something all along.

“Figured you’d like it.”

can we be heroes

written for @steddiemicrofic

jan prompt: first | wc: 336 | rated: E | cw: temporary character death, blood & injuries, grief & mourning | tags: s4 and s5 references (minor spoilers), pre-final battle against vecna, steve deserves to cry, eddie munson lives | also on ao3

It's impossible.

He was gone. And there was nothing they could've done to bring him back.

Steve saw him with his own eyes.

Knowing you'll catch me

“You sure?”

Steve tugs a little at the solid metal enclosed around his wrists. It was cold when it snapped shut, when Eddie locked it with great heedfulness, snug yet not too tight, but now it’s warm thanks to his own rising body heat. And his arms might be pulled up and tied to the bed above his head, and this is definitely a first, the kind he never thought he’d try out, let alone be into, but oh, this is so fuckin’ far off from anything uncomfortable.

“I’m sure.” He looks up at Eddie, straight into huge brown trusted eyes, so that Eddie gets this. “C’mere.”

It makes Eddie laugh, deep and rumbly under his ribs and shit, there’s the downside of this, Steve can’t reach up to feel the vibrations on Eddie’s tattooed skin.

“I’m callin’ the shots right now,” Eddie scolds mildly, inching closer, the ends of his soft curls brushing Steve’s bare shoulders, tickling, his hot breath ghosting over Steve’s neck, Christ, yes, again. More. But then Eddie stops leaning in, that little fucker, his gaze intently searching in Steve’s, still making sure, always making sure. “If you still want me to.”

And that right there, that’s it. The reason why Steve’s fucking yearning to keep this going, to take it further. He’s not losing any control, he’s gifting it to someone who’ll cradle it, probably with more care than Steve himself ever did and that is seriously saying something, control freak that he is.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie smiles, his lips so close now, just out of reach for Steve in his current state. Fuck. “Mm, that’s more like it.”

His strong hand wraps around Steve’s jaw, his palm softer than the rings nudging against Steve’s cheekbone and the fingertips, roughened up from years on the guitar, tracing the crescent of delicate skin under his eye. Steve whines, a needy, crumbled sound deep inside his lungs that Eddie swallows with a filthy kiss.

Steve opens up, meets his tongue, unfurling from within.

written for ‘first’ @steddiemicrofic wc: 336 | rated: M | cw: the implication of sex, but nothing more :)

Steve wakes up curled against Eddie's side. He's at eye level with a mostly faded dragon tattoo—not a dragon, a wyvern, as Eddie would say—inked across Eddie's chest.

Eddie's hair is splayed out across the pillow. Steve reaches up to gently tug at a curl, wrapping it around his index finger like a telephone cord.

Mornings are beautiful like this. A quiet moment for just them, comfortably stuck in the space between sleep and sunrise.

Eddie is beautiful like this. Lost to some unknown dream. Gone off to a world where Hell isn't real, but Heaven is. Where he lives in a town that never tried to hunt him. Where all his scars are incidental—paper cuts and bumping into the fridge and slamming his hand down too quickly in excitement, and where his biggest worries are if he left the stove on at home or if he'll be late to D&D.

Eddie drools; it doesn't matter.

Steve loves Eddie.

He knows this like he knows that grass is green or that the sky is blue. Strawberry is the worst lip balm flavor, pancakes are better than waffles, and Steve loves Eddie Munson.

Saying it is as natural as his heart beating—more natural than that, actually, considering both of their track records.

Eddie loves Steve, too.

Eddie doesn't need to tell Steve he loves him. Steve just knows, instinctively, that it's true. He tells Steve anyway, though, all the time; I love you, he says, pressing kisses to the inside of Steve's thigh, their silhouettes illuminated only in lamplight; I love you, he says, when they wake up together the next morning.

Steve leans down and presses a kiss to the edge of Eddie's brow.

Even in sleep, a smile ghosts Eddie's face.

It's beautiful. Eddie is beautiful.

This is beautiful.

It's nowhere near the first morning they've spent like this, but Steve hopes to any god, any saint, any angel that will listen to him that it's nowhere near the last.

Stasis

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Season 5 Finale Spoilers

'FIRST' wc: 336 | rated: G | cw: Death | Tags: Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, implied Steve/Eddie

There’s been something sticking in Steve’s craw ever since they finally defeated the Upside Down.

He can’t stop bringing it up—to himself, to Robin, to anyone who will listen—even when it’s time to move past it. It had started after they’d finally gotten home after everything, and he had washed off the stench of whatever from the big Vecna-Hivemind thingy, wandering into his room from his bathroom to find Robin lounging on his bed, also fresh from a shower.

“This is the first shower since we killed Vecna,” he’d said, and Robin had given him a tight smile—she was relieved, but still edgy and stressed out.

“Our first meal since the Upside Down bit the dust,” he said when they sat down to eat TV dinners in his living room.

“Hopefully the second one is better,” Robin had smirked.

After a week of it, everyone’s tired of him, but he can’t stop—something’s picking at him.

It’s not until he and Mike are alone as they wait for the other kids to catch up with them that he gets it.

“Yeah, our first get together after El too,” Mike says quietly, and Steve’s heart sinks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry man,” he says, and he realizes that all of these firsts are less about the Upside Down—they don’t feel like <em>relief</em>—but about the last thread of hope of Eddie somehow being alive.

The boys had some theories from their game, and while he didn’t think they were true, he’d still bought in just enough.

He can’t say that these are firsts since Eddie died, though. It’s been too long. He already had his first shower and his first meal and his first beer after he died—those were back in ‘86.

At least the feeling is solved, and he can stop obsessing over it.

---

Steve stands at Eddie’s grave, because it feels like the place to be for this. He puts a hand on the headstone and takes a minute.

“This is the first time I let you go.“