#chrissy.🍑

[michaud-joshua-x1496]

[cndian]

One word prompt!

My word is substitute

Eddie and Chrissy peeked through the gymnasium window at the new substitute Phys Ed. teacher. He had on the shortest shorts Eddie had ever seen, quite frankly, and he kept blowing that little whistle around his neck and shouting at the kids in the bossiest voice. “What do you think, my team or your team?” Eddie asked Chrissy. They both watched Steve bend over to pick up a basketball. “I’ll answer that. Definitely mine.”

[crazy-form]

☆ — Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity!

thank you chrissy you're the best 🧡🧡🧡

[hitlikehammers]

WIP Weekend Wednesday

I was tagged by @hbyrde36, who I have to thank first for the tag, second for the patience in my response, and third for tagging me back into the tag-circle in general. I’ve missed doing this!

MAKE ME WRITE!!!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3 sentences from that WIP!

💎 Wearing Only This

☀️(not your average) Morning After

🌱 Vague Persephone/Hades Steddie Flangst

🍆Dildo!Husbands Side-Drabble

🍑 Show Your Fucking Feelings Productively, [REDACTED]

🔥 Pocketful of [REDACTED]

😬 Soulmate Words AU (those are their LAST words)

✨ Made of Light—Consneual-Soulmate AU aka FUCK GOOGLE SIDEWAYS WITHOUT LUBE YES STILL

🍿Opposites Attract Complement

🍐 [REDACTED]

🥃Steve’s No Good Very Bad Future-Life

👾 Cozy Monsterfucking

⚡️Steve Gets Stuck Upside Down

🦇 Kas(ish)!Eddie AU (or IdiotSavesIdiotSaveIdiot)

🎸Rockstar Eddie Comes Back to His Stevie (sequel to this)

☕️ Bridgerton AU

❤️‍🩹Kill For You, Die For You, Live For You?

🏒 Hockey AU Selfcare

🎲 Pre-S4 Steddie Soulmates

🪩 Steddie in the Gay Club (sequel to this)

This isn’t even all of them fuck my LIFE

SNIPPET FROM ‘☕️☕️☕️’

Three things occur before everything begins to fall apart.

These three things are not the only things, of course, but they are notable, and easy to isolate and discern where all else lies in a monstrous cacophony of failures and confusions, misconstruation and misstepping, words spoken and swallowed before they could reach the air on all sides with few capable of piercing the ceaseless drum of Eddie’s pulse, his heart sore and tired for more reasons than he could name even if he were keen to try, brave enough to own it in its wholeness, his shameful ruination of all he’d worked and hoped for, of all his dear sister so deserved: all for his own weaknesses.

All for his own lacking.

If there is any sense to what comes in its entirety—Eddie truly doubts the existence of such a sensible through-line at all—but in theory, if it exists, Eddie would not know it, could not hear it.

His pulse does not even see fit to calm in the dark, and give him peace to sleep: thunders on, and on, and on, and—

Three things happen, that he can grasp and name between the rest that swirls relentless like that beat beneath his ribs. Three things.

And they’re each of them marked specifically by the hawk-shrewd eye of one Lady Sinclair.

———

The first, of course, revolves around the ball.

Eddie chafes at the attire demanded by such affairs, but he will not pretend to possess so little vanity as to care nothing for the figure he cuts.

He will very much pretend he is not watching from the corner of his eye for any hint of attention to his aforementioned figure, by one pair of eye in particular.

Said pretending is something he clings to determinedly when those eyes spare him not even a glance as they approach, focused solely at Eddie’s side:

���Miss Christine, might I have your first dance?”

And of course Chrissy is the picture of demurity, reaching her gloved hand for the viscount’s where it’s stretched, offered across Eddie where he stands as if he’s furniture, mere window dressing.

As it should be, he reminds himself. As it should be.

“Certainly, my lord,” she nods and follows and…Eddie cannot deny that they cut a handsome figure. Together.

It is harder to pretend away the manner in which his stomach twists for the sight.

“Have you been enjoying your time alone with the viscount?” Lady Sinclair sidles up to him once Chrissy is on the floor, in the arms of the viscount, as Eddie’s eyes follow them unblinking—

To ensure the well-keeping of his sister. Of course.

He forces himself to turn to Lady Sinclair, to raise a quizzical brow; she can’t…she cannot possibly suspect what he himself will not full acknowledge or fit to a name; she certainly can have no inkling of the morning in the garden, nor the evening the library, she—

“Yesterday’s hunt.”

And now it’s Lady Sinclair raising a brow his direction, as if his hesitation has created its own suspicions.

Gods be damned.

“Oh,” Eddie says, dumbly as possible, sod it all to hell; “yes, it was,” he tries to collect himself, alongside his emotions—tries to fit something genuine into the words, into how he answers, with:

“The sights are most impressive, indeed.”

He surprises himself with just how genuine it comes out; he shakes himself for the probable reasons, in truth, that underpin his honesty.

He’s proud that, at the very least, he doesn’t not feel himself flush for it—no warmer than the room itself, if nothing else.

“Hmm,” Lady Sinclair narrows her gaze at him, a little too curious, a little too shrewd, for more than just a little too long as he feels a prickling sensation beneath his collar, the oddest inkling that he’s being dissected somehow—before she huffs and takes her leave, keeping him in the corner of her eye until someone else catches her attention and Eddie can breathe again, Jesus Christ.

He blesses the breath he’s able to take, if less-than-halfheartedly, given he’s only afforded less than a handful of them at all before a sudden swirl of skirts invades his space accompanied by a familiar giggle and a hand clutched to his arm.

“Lord Harrington has gone to get me a lemonade,” Chrissy flitters to Eddie’s side in haste, leaning in near-conspiratorially, as a song’s final notes echo before the next begins, her presence beside him almost vibratory.

“How thoughtful,” and Eddie does smile, because it is thoughtful, and she looks radiant like this. She was always a diamond, but he suspects this is the real glimmer that caught the royal eye.

“We’ve just finished our second dance,” Chrissy goes on, leaning in and grabbing Eddie’s hands in her excitement as she murmurs lower:

“I’m quite certain he’d not have asked for two without…intentions.”

And Eddie is ever-so-grateful for his warmup lap with Lady Sinclair, because he can speak the next words that come with his whole heart, and section off any other feelings—no matter how much space they’re coming to take, whatever they are—and keep them cordoned away from tainting his joy for his sister.

He does not dwell upon that joy being less than he would like in the first place; less than she deserves.

“I am most pleased to hear it.”

“You must dance with him.”

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No-Pressure Tags: @hbyrde36 @pearynice @madigoround @penny00dreadful @wynnyfryd @oh-stars @thefreakandthehair @sidekick-hero @henderdads @hairstevington

aaaannnd @WhoeverWantsToPlay!

[x-heesy]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚈 𝙰𝚜𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚡(𝚢) 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 😜

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

Like Sex on the Beaches

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches? Huh? What?

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches?

Like Sex on the Beaches, uh, what?

Huh? Right, what? Uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

S-I-S, IUD, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

Like Sex on the Beaches

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches? Huh? What?

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

What else in the Teaches of Peaches?

Like Sex on the Beaches, what? Right, uh

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

@only-susie @bixlasagna @xmozhnolyubitx @ombrabrontok 🤪

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 🍑

[pearlypairings]

🍎🍑🍌

goood evening lovely empress<3 thank you for the asks:))

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

great question which I just answered here ! :)

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Soooo, this might be out of left field lol but I would love to play Steve Harrington in a Twin Peaks universe. I have a snippet of what once supposed to be a ficlet of Steve falling in love at first sight of Shelly Johnson at the Double R diner, but I never quite had the pull to finish it. Steve's aloof goofiness just feels right for the vibe of that town, a fun dichotomy in the midst of the other teenagers in Twin Peaks:P

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

If I've said it once, I've said it a million and one times, but my roasts of Jason originate from my first fic Do or Die, and this joke that never fails to make me laugh (still) in Ch 8:

Jason softened his voice just slightly. Chrissy cringed at the memories of purging and the lies she told to cover it up. Jason's voice got even quieter. "You were my first, Chriss. I even showed you my collection of GI Joes and let you touch the rare edition Lady Jaye with her shoulder patch. You know how private I am about my collection." "Yes, I know.” Chrissy responded back in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. 

Like, you have no idea how many trials of weird things I made up for Jason to like, but choosing a GI Joe collection felt the best lmao. It also broke up the tension of the scene in context where it's actually extremely serious lmao.

fruit emoji ask game:)

[cyraclove]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern. I was tagged by @astorytotellyourfriends and @medusasfinalgirl !! thank you both !!

🔧: “Goddamn—fugg, ship. Fuggin’ peesha ship, fugging fugger.”

🏙️: Eddie likes to talk during sex.

☕️: “Ew, Lucas. Get your nasty ass feet out of my face. You know you’re supposed to wash your socks, right?” 

👗: “Mom, have you seen my bag?”

🍑: “Hey, Ed?” 

🚊: Chrissy turns her key in the lock to her apartment as quietly as she can, being careful to catch the door before it slams shut behind her.

💍: “Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Bridesmaids with their groomsmen, please. Remember, I want to see nice, clean lines and happy faces.”

🍯: Chrissy crunches through the leaf litter, dead pine needles snapping softly beneath her sneakers as she makes her way through the trees.

🪦: “Christine?”

🍼: “Did you not hear Chrissy? Her name literally means warrior. I don’t know how this is even a discussion.”

It would appear that I am partial to dialogue 😅

This was fun !! I’m going to tag @ebongawk @staceymcgillicuddy @erythromanc3r @justhere4thevibez and @vulpixsworld if y’all want to play!

[bondagegirls8]

Chrissy Marie Delícia 🍑

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

Out of everyone else, I think you capture Eddie's silliness best - SO I want to ask which fic is your favourite silly-Eddie? OHH two part-er though! Which fic do you think was your most serious Eddie?

OMG baaaaaaaaabe! This was the nicest thing to wake up to this morning, thank you so much, pal! I want to eat this compliment – silly Eddie is my jam and I love writing him like that, so thank you for saying that! No matter what he's going through, you just know he's gonna stay silly :3

I've had to mull this over all day and I still don't 100% know LOL I think Eddie in my New Girl fic Two guys, a girl and a cheerleader? Just because a) it's the longest multi chapter, so plenty of opportunity for silliness, and also b) he's partially based on Nick Miller (obvs) who is the absolute silliest, and I think I merged the two personalities quite well in that, if I do say so myself LMAO

My most serious Eddie, oooohhhh. Probably the one in Wasting Love. He's older, a bit washed up and stuck in a rut, as the life he thought he wanted didn't go the way he had planned and his joy kind of burned out. While he doesn't get silly once Chrissy is back on the scene, he does start to lighten with the prospect of a brighter future.

❤️🍑❤️🍑❤️🍑❤️🍑❤️🍑

Send me an ask if you wanna talk about my fic

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Sunday Summary

Kinkmeme 2 is so not getting finished today. Womp womp, I was so optimistic, but Eddie's dick is just not cooperating (Chrissy said, with a wink). Also, it's very fun writing a BDSM scene without the strictures of safe words and modern day sensibilities because these ding-dongs do not have access to that, so they are flying by the seats of their respective pants!

Anyway, I enjoyed reporting out on progress last week, so here it is again (I am very prolific currently, likely because I have a lot of deadlines, which makes me frantic):

🚛 to get my soul known again - 4,691

The closer I get to finishing this bad boy, the less I want to write it, because then it'll be done and I'll be so, so sad! However, I rewrote parts of Chapter 25 this week, and finished the first draft of Chapter 32. Current count is 37 chapters total, but 37 is an epilogue.

🍑 Kinkmeme 1 - 2,823

Done with draft one! Haven't looked at it since. Hoping to post it neeeeext week, I think?

🍆 Kinkmeme 2 - 6,612

This one has been my main focus for the week, and I think there's still another 1-2k left in it. It's all Eddie POV, and he spends seventy-eight percent of it thinking about his penis, so that's been fun.

👩‍❤️‍👨➕ Kinkmeme 3 - 813

The least developed, so I'll need to devote some serious time to it in the coming weeks. I have the general outline in my head, but sometimes when I write sex, things go in a direction I can't anticipate.

Grand Total: 14,939

You guys, I have for real not been this productive in YEARS. What has Hellcheer + smut done to my brain? Not complaining, but holy shit, that's averaging 2,134 words a day! I am aware I can't keep this up (the last time I tried to be too write-y for too long, I ended up in burnout and couldn't do more than 200 words a day for years), but boy is it fun to feel this inspired and motivated.

What's that you say? I have to edit these before I can post them? That's a tomorrow problem!

Annnnnd breakfast time. Also, my askbox is always open for questions about anything I'm writing, pervy headcanons, regular headcanons, or writing stuff. Someone said in an anon ask that I seem intimidating, and I don't mean to be! Please bother me--I crave constant human interaction and I worry I'm being annoying (I am) so I never want to start conversations.

[katethetank]

The Dungeon - Chapter 20

Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: The Party meets The Band! Eddie DM's a campaign, has a question for Steve, and some big news CW: None? Steve and Robin recap their slutty night Pairing: Rock Star!Eddie x Counselor!Steve Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 19<<Masterlist>>Chapter 21

“So, did the shorts work?”

Steve rolls his eyes at his best friend. “Of course they did, have they ever not worked?”

Robin grins as she sips her mimosa. It’s just the two of them for Sunday Brunch. Eddie is with his friends, gearing up for today’s D&D session, and he had been bouncing off the walls this morning.

“Sorry for ditching you guys last night, by the way. How did it go with Chrissy?”

“Weeelllllllll,” Robin drawls. “I came seven times, so I’d say it went just fine.”

“Seven?!” Steve splutters. “Jesus, Rob! Good for you!”

“Steven, this woman is an animal! You wouldn’t know it looking at her, she’s just this petite little fae creature, but holy shit. Her mouth?! Oh my god. And who knew fingers that dainty could wreck someone so thoroughly. I was just this shaking, sobbing mess when she was done with me, it was fucking crazy!”

Steve sighs and nods his head. “I. Can. Relate. I’m pretty sure I had mascara streaming down my face when Eddie was done with me last night.” He shivers at just the thought of how hard Eddie went. “Something snapped in him. He’s usually really dominant, but he was downright possessive. I’ve never been fucked like that.”

“We’re just a couple of well fucked bottoms today aren’t we?”

Steve clinks his glass with hers. “That we are, Robbie. That we are.”

They finish their brunch and head over to The Dungeon for the campaign Eddie is DMing. Steve doesn’t usually sit in when The Party has their D&D games, but he’s kinda itching to see what Eddie is like in this kind of setting. They get there just as the kids are closing up the shop for the day.

“Steve!” Dustin shouts. “What are you doing here and where’s our new dad?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Why does he get to be the dad?!”

Under her breath Robin mumbles, “Don't you mean daddy?” Steve elbows her.

Dustin rolls his eyes back. “Because Steven, you’ve always been Mom, ergo, Eddie is Dad. Anyway, where is he, I thought you two were attached at the hip?”

“He should be here soon, he’s picking up his friends.”

Dustin squints at him. “Who are these friends, he said he didn’t have any friends here?” 

Steve just shrugs at him. No way is he opening his mouth and ruining this surprise. Dustin just grumbles to himself and he gathers the rest of The Party and they head out to get lunch.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Steve pulls out his phone and texts Eddie.

🍑Stevie🍑: Coast is clear!

🍆Eddie🍆: Thanks princess! 😉

Moments later the door opens and Eddie strides in with the band and Chrissy - who immediately jumps into Robin’s arms. They’re all wearing matching raglan shirts with this demon on them and “Hellfire Club” written across the chest. Goddamn, Eddie wears that shirt well. 

“Hey sweetheart, missed you.” Eddie strolls right up to Steve and plants a firm kiss to his lips.

“You just saw me this morning,” Steve laughs.

Eddie throws his head back dramatically and whines, “I know! It’s been hours!”

Steve shakes his head and smiles. “Absolute torture, I know! Now hurry up, the kids just left to grab a quick lunch and they’ll be back soon! We can push the tables together over here so there’s room for everyone.” He directs traffic and soon they have tables and chairs arranged in the middle of the shop. Eddie and the guys busy themselves with getting their shit set up - folders and little action figures or something, and what looks like way too many dice, but Steve learned to stop questioning it years ago.

While they’re working, he goes into the back and grabs the box marked “The beacons are lit” and brings it out front. He starts pulling out metal canisters with blackened wicks and slots them into the torches lining the walls. Once they’re all in, he pulls a stick lighter out of the box and goes around lighting them one by one. Eddie, who was hyper fixated on setting up for the campaign, just now notices what Steve’s doing.

“Holy fucking shit, those are functional?! I thought it was just a sick decoration!”

Steve looks over his shoulder before lighting the last one and smirks at him. “I thought the candles would be romantic. For the ladies.”

Eddie furrows his brow. “Did you just quote The Burbs at me?”

“Got it in one!” Steve crows. “Now help me close the curtains, it looks way better when it’s darker in here and then the shitheads won’t see you guys through the windows when they get back.”

Eddie helps his draw the thick velvet curtains, which he thought were tacky as fuck when the kids insisted on putting them up, but he’s gotta admit they look pretty cool. He likes them even more when Eddie grabs the end with one hand, wraps his other around Steve and twirls them so they’re cocooned inside the soft material. 

Steve lets out a startled noise and throws his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Fuck! What are you doing?!”

Eddie pulls him in close and whispers to his lips, “Making up for lost time. I fuckin missed you Stevie.” Eddie closes the gap and kisses him deeply, tongues slowly caressing, savoring. They softly moan into each other’s mouths and get lost in the moment while draped in soft velvet. 

Until he’s thwapped on the head and scolded by Robin. “Knock it off you horndogs!”

Eddie pulls Steve closer and giggles into his neck. “Alright sweetheart, we’ll continue this later.” He places one final kiss to his lips before untangling them from the curtains. They finish getting the space ready, and Steve has to admit, it looks really fucking cool. The painted walls of The Dungeon look remarkably realistic in the dimmed room, with the torches creating an orange glow all around. 

The ambiance is disturbed for a brief moment when the doors open and The Party comes barreling in, vibrating with excitement. The door slams closed behind them and everyone freezes. Steve has been waiting for this. 

“Holy SHIT!”

“No fucking way.”

“Eddie, you brought the whole BAND?!”

“Oh my god, this is gonna be epic!”

“Steve is such a bitch for not telling us!”

“Are these our new uncles?” 

The kids throw themselves at Eddie and hastily introduce themselves to the Corroded Coffin guys, who are all smiles and clearly just eating this shit up. They compliment the kids on the shop - This place is sick! Seriously it’s so fucking cool. Nice job on the walls, man! - and thank them for hosting. Steve is beaming. He’s so proud of these kids and immensely happy that their hard work is being appreciated by people they idolize.

Dustin breaks off from the group and zeroes in on Steve. He walks towards him with purpose and throws his arms around him. “Thank you,” he breathes out in a sigh.

“For what?” Steve laughs. “I didn’t do anything.”

Dustin pulls back and claps his hands onto Steve’s shoulders. “Buddy. You’ve done everything. All of this??” He gestures around to the shop, to Eddie, to the group of friends new and old. “Wouldn’t have happened without you. This might be the best day of my life, and I’d be an asshole if I didn’t thank you.”

Steve tries to hide his smile. Fails miserably. “You’re welcome Dusty. Love you, man.” 

He gets wrapped in another fierce hug. “Love you too.”

After a few minutes of chatting, Eddie claps his hands and commands the attention of the room. Steve absolutely is not turned on by it. “Attention ladies and gentlemen of The Dungeon, esteemed guests, hot as fuck boyfriend - it is time to begin our adventure!” He takes his place at the head of the table and the game begins.

Steve watches from the side with Robin as they observe the quest or whatever. Eddie is fucking magnetic leading this campaign. He’s so theatrical and passionate, Steve can’t help but get swept up in the story he weaves. Hours fly by and Steve is delighted to watch as everyone cheers and groans and howls over the ups and downs of their adventure. All of these people fitting together so seamlessly, it’s like they should have been doing this all along. His eyes get a little misty at the feeling of family and how he thinks his might be growing a little more, Eddie’s friends clicking so well with his kids. 

Robin catches his expression and nudges him. “Hey. You ok dingus?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “I’m just really happy. Look at them! It’s like this was all meant to be or something.”

Robin leans into his side and he wraps his arm around her. “Have you told him yet?” she asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head. “No, not yet. I want to. I’m just…scared I guess.”

“Of what?”

“That he won’t say it back.”

Robin turns and looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Of course he’ll say it back, he’s completely in love with you, Steve. You can see it all over his stupid face.”

Steve looks over to his boyfriend, who just happens to be looking right back. His expression full of fondness and joy. Steve wants to crawl into his skin and live there. He smiles back and blows him a kiss. Eddie grins, winks in response, and turns his attention back to the game.

Robin gags next to him. “See? He’s ass over tits for you, it's actually revolting to see how obsessed he is. Just tell him, babe.”

He chews on his lip as he watches Eddie rile up the kids and share conspiratorial looks with his friends. He’s so full of life and so fucking beautiful. Yeah, he’s not gonna be able to hold it in much longer. 

After several more hours (god this is a long fucking game) and a round of pizzas, the campaign comes to its dramatic conclusion and the Big Bad is defeated. Everyone is shouting, climbing on chairs, embracing, high fiving over the table. And Steve’s boyfriend is lounging back in his chair at the head of it all, a satisfied smile on his face, eyes twinkling, dimples popping. He looks so happy.

Once everyone calms down, Eddie stands and puts a duffel bag on the table. Jeff, Gareth, Doug, and Chrissy all surround him. Steve can tell by the smirk on his face that Eddie’s got something up his sleeve.

“My dear adventurers, that was indeed an epic quest and you all have proven yourselves as fearless, loyal, and worthy to join the ranks.” The kids all look confused as Eddie and his friends all reach into the bag and grab some rolled up material. With a flourish, they all unroll matching raglan shirts as Eddie announces, “Welcome to Hellfire!”

The cheer that erupts from The Party is enough to make Steve’s ears ring. They all throw themselves at their new friends, exchanging hugs, putting on their new shirts, and Steve could cry he’s so happy. Seeing his kids this elated, having Eddie and his friends welcome them into something so special to them - it’s almost too much. God, he loves this man.

After the celebrations die down and The Dungeon is returned back to it’s original state, everyone lounges around before having to take off. The kids are chatting excitedly with their new friends, talking about music and nerd shit. Eddie and Steve are snuggled up at a corner table with Chrissy and Robin. The girls are equally cozy and Steve can’t remember the last time his best friend looked so happy. 

Eddie clears his throat and says, “Hey, I uh…wanted to ask you something.” Steve turns to his boyfriend and takes in the apprehensive look on his face. “What’s up Eds?”

“Well. You know how Gareth is getting married in August?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, in Napa, right?”

“Yeah, well…I was wondering if you’d maybe…wanna be my date for the wedding?”

He can’t help the smile that blooms on his face. “Baby, I would love to. Is Gareth ok with that?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies. “I asked him about it this morning, he’d really like you to come. It’s just…I’m his best man, so I’m probably gonna be pretty busy while we’re out there. So…” He looks nervously across the table at the girls.

Chrissy smiles wide. “Chill babe, I already asked her!”

Steve feels like he missed a step. “What? Am I missing something?”

Robin beams as she tells him, “We’re both going Dingus! Chrissy asked me to be her date, so we’re all flying out there! We can tour wineries or some shit while they’re on wedding duty!”

Oh, this sounds fucking perfect. He’s all smiles as looks back at Eddie. “For real? Rob and I can both come?”

Eddie smiles back and kisses his forehead. “So I take that as a yes?”

“Fuck yes!”

“And um…do you think you might be able to take a couple days off of work? I was hoping once the wedding was over, I could take you to L.A. and you could maybe…help me pack up my loft.” 

Steve furrows his brow. “Pack up your loft? Wait…Eddie. Did you find a place here?!”

Eddie bites his lip to try to tamp down his smile and nods. “I made an offer on a house this week and it got accepted this morning. Wanted to surprise you.”

Steve throws himself into his boyfriend’s lap, grabs his face, and plants a fierce kiss on his lips. “Baby,” he says between kisses, “This is the best news ever.”

Eddie wraps his arms around him and holds him tight. “Come with me after I get the keys Saturday? I want you to be the first to see it.”

Steve looks into the dark pools of his eyes and has to fight back the urge to say what he really wants to say.

“I...I’d love to.”

Close enough. For now.

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resident representative aleks of avonlea ✦ start: 01/01/2024

northern hemisphere 🌍 ✦ peaches 🍑 ✦ tulips 🌷

i treat this blog as my personal diary of my acnh island 📘 i've had many islands before, but i don't have anything to remember them by. hence - this blog 🧸

villager list under the cut!

🐵shari: 01/01/2024 - present ✦ picture: 22/03/2024 🐻teddy: 01/01/2024 - present ✦ picture: 22/03/2024 🐧aurora: 04/01/2024 - 18/01/2024 🐦cranston: 05/01/2024 - present 🐰chrissy: 06/01/2024 - present 🐻beardo: 11/01/2024 - 29/02/2024 🦘walt: 12/01/2024 - present 🐦blanche: 13/01/2024 - present 🦌chelsea: 21/01/2024 - present 🐿️poppy: 26/01/2024 - 16/03/2024 🐰o'hare: 12/02/2024 - 18/03/2024 🐤ace: 04/03/2024 - present 🐱merry: 18/03/2024 - present 🐙cephalobot: 20/03/2024 - present

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[x-heesy]

𝙿𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑: 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎: 😋

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

Like Sex on the Beaches

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches? Huh? What?

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches?

Like Sex on the Beaches, uh, what?

Huh? Right, what? Uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

S-I-S, IUD, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

IUD, S-I-S, stay in school 'cause it's the best

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me

Callin' me, all the time, like Blondie

Check out my Chrissie behind

It's fine all of the time

Like Sex on the Beaches

What else is in the Teaches of Peaches? Huh? What?

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Huh? What? Right, uh

Huh? What? Right, uh

What else in the Teaches of Peaches?

Like Sex on the Beaches, what? Right, uh

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 🍑 🎧

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Sunday Summary

Wrote more this week than last week! The number will likely drop over the next fortnight, though, as I'm traveling both for work and for personal reasons. Knowing that I have limiting factors on the horizon is apparently motivational for me, though.

🚛 to get my soul known again - 6,431

Knocked out quite a bit of Soul this week! I'm through Chapter 35, which leaves me with 36-38, though 38 is just an epilogue. Feels wild that I'm on the falling action part of the narrative and soon enough I won't have any more of this story to tell. But still plenty to share--Chapter 27 is ready to roll tomorrow, so long as I'm in my hotel and able to post.

🍑 model citizen; zero discipline - POSTED

Despite the fact that this is a fic I wrote and titled, my dumb ass keeps wanting to call it modern citizen, instead of model. Hi, I just work here.

🍆 Kinkmeme 2 | what you give just serves me right - 1,947

Went a little wild on editing this one this week, probably because I'm anxious about getting it posted before the kinkmeme deadline. With any luck, I'll have it up on Thursday of this week, which is earlier than I anticipated. Doing my part for the dom Chrissy contingent.

👩‍❤️‍👨➕🙋‍♂️ Kinkmeme 3 - 0

Not thrilled about this one at the moment. I'll probably get over that and still post it the week after next, though. I think two (2) people might want to read it, so that's something.

🏛️ College/Townie - 2,981

This one sort of ate my life this week! It's based on a one-shot I did back in July, and the idea has been percolating for a minute. I don't have the full plot worked out, but I'm enjoying the hell out of the ~vibe and might share some for Six-Sentence Sunday later.

Grand Total: 11,359

No more writing today, gotta pack and clean the house so I don't weep from clutter when I come back on Wednesday.

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

The Chris-tmas calendar 🎅:

Door 1: Justin's puzzle 🧩

Door 2: a comedy door: DM blind 'he's gonna axe her' & 'stop hanging out with her clout chaser circle of friends' 🤣

Door 3: Justin joined the bucket hat club 🤠

Door 4: quietness 🤫 enjoy a calm Sunday

Door 5: While Justin is on vacation, we have our big cleaning day 🫧🧽

Door 6: Happy St. Nicholas Day and Happy Sinterklaas🎅 - the next pap walk was hinted, will be nice: beach walk in Lisbon or Puerto Rico ⛱️ and Chrissy boy just storied a dog at the beach (who cares about promoting Ghosted)

Door 7: Night shoot post. 🎄Chris finally remembered he has to promote his current work.

Door 8: *exhales* Chris' team restricted the comment section (no Alba or 👏🏻🫠). Troll in the dungeon: Justina didn't like his old tweets and liked a Twitter hate post (was quickly undone). 🧌

Door 9: pretty quiet day - some discussions about the Portuguese clout chasers and their racist tweets 🧟‍♀️

Door 10: a big door - a highlight of this calendar.😏 #Pantenegate: interior follow on IG, asking fan account to repost baby video, storied her soft porn application video and deactivated her account. 🍿🥂

Door 11: quiet day - only one article about a nice hacker who stole ABs nude vid. But don't get distracted and don't forget her racist, fatphobic nazi friends ⚠️

Door 12: Deja Vus day - articles about the "serious in love couple" (same narrative and words like 1 month ago) and Portuguese tabloids wrote about her nudes 🍒🍑

Door 13: the Nun is unemployed 🥷🤸🏻‍♀️

Door 14: Because we had too much fun with WN cancellation, an engagement rumor was sent to a hate account (of course from a local person)💍

Door 15: Keep (t)rollin', (t)rolling, (t)rolling...and back again to the beach walk. 'Rumors' say we will get pics on Dec 17/18th. Don't forget the sunscreen.🌴

Door 16: WN director also tries to profit from Chris. Let's hope this WN man won't leak his nudes, too. 🚫 The Russos had dinner in ATL and Wesley Kimmel got a CA shield for his birthday.

Door 17: Miss Nunemployment is back in Portugal. 🇵🇹

Door 18: quiet day - reblog of Ghosted teaser 👻

Door 19: quiet day 🤫

Door 20: Dodger content - what a lovely judging face 😍

Door 21: Happy Mother's Day 🌷Thank you Lisa, we love you! ❤️

Door 22: quiet day again 😴

Door 23: quiet day 😌

Door 24: Merry Christmas

Bonus:

Dec 27th - Justin trolled about skiing

Dec 28th - Director A. Fabian posted about Alba MHGTP and liked Pantene relevant comments (deleted later)

Dec 29th - Journalist tweeted about fake relationships and compared them with Chris and Alba

Jan 2nd - Jimmy Fallon compilation vid of Chris & Tara +Husband, Steve, Scott, Joana and Dustbin in VT & J+J IG story & Tara IG post &

Jan 3rd - JustJared poll about canceled show which should be saved & Joana IG story promo for upcoming movie

Jan 4th - Dustbin IG story: watching movie in economy class (deleted) and Fight Club soap + video of the 4 Portugrifters at the Lisbon airport

Jan 5th - Dustbin promo post (VT)

Jan 6th - Scott posted throwback of Vegas & Chris storied best of scares with Alba & followed by PeopleMag 1 hour later & JustJared & Yvette's supporting tweets & DailyMail article ("This fall")

Jan 7th - Buzzfeed IG post that Scott liked & Yvette's Twitter fight & Justin storied skiing videos