#steddissy

[queenofshenanigans]

WIP WORD GAME 7/11/25

I was tagged this week by @pentapoctopus, @beingmissbatty, @hbyrde36, @holdinsteddie, @mission2mordor, and @tinytalkingtina. Thanks everyone!

All WIPs remain in rotation this week! I have Monday off, so hoping for some extra writing time!

🏰 - Attic Shenanigans - Steve has good parents actually, Steddie, Scoops Troop, post S4 Honey I Shrunk The Kids inspired AU

⚔️ - A Knight's Tale (with magic) - Ronance, Steddie, lots of Wheeler siblings, platonic Stobin, platonic Edancy, various pairings amongst the Party

✏️- NSFW Dom!Steve/Switch!Eddie Fic - This is DONE but needs editing, so I'll edit this one if you send an ask!

🛼 - Operation Hot Racks - Sapphic Mini Bang! Bubblescoops + Stommy! The 90s! There's roller derby and heisting! Post-canon AU! Leverage inspired (sort-of).

🐕- Reluctant Dog Dad Steve - Post-S4, the Party shows up with a dog. Steve is NOT keeping it. Probably Stommie endgame, side Bubblescoop, Stoncy, various party pairings (Lumax, Gareth/Will, Mike/El, Dustin/Suzie)

⚾ - Second Chance at First Love (and Third Base) - Steddie Big Bang! No longer a secret!! Making some progress!

👩‍👩‍👦 - Stranger Moms - S5 AU ft. the Stranger Moms, and a Claudia/Liz Harrington endgame. Let's give Steve & Dustin two moms!

🐉 - There's a Dragon In My Closet - Dustigan*, developing Steddie, magical canon AU, post S4

*there was some confusion over this - Dustigan is Dustin-As-Dragon. Steve shortened it.

��‍♂️- Yeet Aerobics - S3 AU Stedissy, platonic Stobin, matchmaker Wayne, Buckingway, Carol & Tommy are lurking around...S3 bout to get *interesting*

Snippet of Second Chance at First Love (And Third Base), and tags, beneath the cut!

With skills learned from a lifetime of avoidance, he rushed past the newly painted twins' room and the still flooded bathroom, and into the master bedroom, which was its own brand of chaos—clothes, books, music sheets, and other detritus of an unstructured life lay strewn about on every available surface. He pulled on his most professional pair of jeans (they were black, and only had three tears) and a shirt that had buttons (the buttons were skulls, but beggars couldn’t be choosers). He went without a tie, because the investors knew who they were getting in bed with and if Eddie’s lack of a tie was the deal breaker, they weren’t the right investors to begin with. He pulled his hair into a messy bun, grabbed the stack of papers he hoped was the right one (Jeff would have copies, if they weren’t) and took the back stairs down hoping it would allow him to avoid Steve. For the first time all day, luck was on his side, and he was able to get out of the house without encountering any Harringtons. He didn’t encounter any other Munsons either, but that was okay too. He was running very late, and if he delayed any longer, Chrissy was going to kill him. Though, considering just who she’d sent to his house, he figured they were even this time and if he was late to this meeting she was going to have to accept a certain level of responsibility for the lateness. In the end, however, it turned out that he was only twenty minutes late which turned out to be ten minutes early. Gareth had told him the meeting started a half-hour before it actually did. “I should be offended, Gare, but that was smart.” Eddie said, as he slid into the conference room inside the remodeled Melvald’s. They’d taken over the building when they’d first started this venture four years ago, and become one of several new businesses in a revitalized downtown Hawkins. Mayor Chrissy Cunningham’s small business initiative with a focus on the arts had started to pay off. He was annoyed with her currently, but it was hard not to be proud when you were directly benefiting from her ideas and business acumen. “It’s been a morning.” “Want me to take the twins tonight? Heather’s been asking.”

No pressure tagging @strangerthingswritersguild, @yesdangerpls, @eriquin, @machtaholic, @salamandergoo, @helpimstuckposting, @vthx, @pearynice, @queenie-ofthe-void, @bellandora, @cloudsurfing42, @little-annie, @turinspeachjam, and anyone else who would like to play!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A few years after Spring Break, in Steve and Robin's new apartment. . .

Steve: After dating Nancy and Jonathan, which it did not end badly, we just wanted different things, and it only bought us closer together as friends, I have decided that I will only be dating couples from now.

Robin: Yeah, that actually makes sense for you. Didn't you date Tommy and Carol?

Steve: It was a one night stand.

Eddie burst into the apartment, holding Chrissy's hand.

Eddie: *grinning* We're here. The party can start!

Chrissy: Hi, Robin, Hi Steve! . . . Robin, why is he smiling at us like that?

Steve: You two come here often?

Robin slapped her palm to her forehead.

Eddie: *blinking* Yeah, you gave us a key, man.

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One

The drive's short one. 

Steve gets out of his car, opening the passenger door for Chrissy and escorting her up to the house, quietly envisioning what Jason would look like if a real monster got him.

What would he say, staring down the crazy, five-starred head, filled with teeth and drool? Would he turn back? Or run?

(Steve swears he doesn't take great pleasure in imagining Carver getting eaten, but he'll admit to taking a little.)  

"Chrissy do you have any idea--oh." Mrs. Cunningham startles, grasping her robe at the front as she spots Steve standing next to her daughter.  

"Hi Miss Cunningham." He says.

"Hello." She says suspiciously. "And who are you?"

"I'm Steve Harrington, ma'am." He watches as her mother straightens immediately at his name, and sinks right into the ol' Harrington charm, knowing instantly it will work. "I know you were expecting Jason, but I'm afraid he wasn't able to drive Chrissy home." 

"Oh, Steve! It's so late I almost didn't recognize you." She titters, suspicion gone. "Your mother and I are on the same charity board." 

Of course they were.

"I thought you were dating that nice Nancy girl." She says with a squint that mimics Chrissy's, because even in the midst of a crisis he can't escape the gossip that is Hawkins upper echelon. 

"Nance is waiting in the car." Steve lies smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure Chrissy got home safe." 

"What happened?" Chrissy's father appears, ushering them both in while blatantly peering around them, eyes sweeping the street before closing the door.

Steve recognizes the move. He's checking for nosy neighbors. 

"Jason and I broke up." Chrissy admits.

"What?" 

"We..." She falters in front of her parents. 

"What happened to Jason?" Her father asks, tuning back in once they're safely away from peering eyes.

"I'm afraid Jason and some of his friends brought beer to the party." Steve steps in to explain.  

"Oh Chrissy, it's a high school party. That's no reason to break up with him." Her mother fusses, face flushing in embarrassment. Her eyes dart from her daughter to Steve and back, and Steve knows he needs to start damage control. 

If he plays it right he can burn Jason while he's at it. 

"He was horrible, mom. Just awful." Chrissy says, but Steve can tell she's shrinking under her mothers gaze. 

"He drank quite a lot, Miss Cunningham." With a theatrical wince, Steve turns to face Chrissy's dad, lowers his voice and says "I'm going to have to talk to Coach about it." 

He gets the intended response, which is a raised eyebrow. "That bad, huh?" 

Steve nods once, painting a pained smile on his face. "He made a real fool of himself tonight, Sir. The basketball team has a reputation to uphold." 

"Oh." Mrs. Cunningham says, hand fluttering in front of her face. "I never would have thought…"

"He's normally a good guy. I don't know what got into him." Steve has them both eating out of the palm of his hand, attention neatly off Chrissy and onto the story he's feeding them. 

Its worth it to see her shoulders relax. 

"I couldn't let him take Chrissy home in the state he was in Sir, and he got very…" 

Steve pauses. 

Fills his voice with tempered disappointment, channeling his dad. "Belligerent. Said some nasty things."  

"Really?" Mr. Cunningham says, with a low whistle, and Steve knows by his tone alone that he's bought in.

Hook, line, sinker.

Steve nods once. "I have to get back to my girlfriend, but Chrissy'" He turns earnestly here, to let her know he's not faking this next bit. "Let me know if Jason bothers you at school. I'll set him straight again if I have to." 

"Thank you Steve." Mr. Cunningham says, as Chrissy's mom hustles her daughter towards the kitchen. 

Steve shakes his hand, then waves at Crissy as she calls her own thank you over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and back to his car.

The same one where Nancy very much isn't. 

That's a problem for tomorrow Steve.

xXx

Tomorrow Steve gets into an argument with Nancy. 

She can't recall that Jonathan took her home, or that he's bullshit, their whole relationship, bullshit--

But she also can't tell him she loves him.

So Steve snaps at her. Storms off.

 Play’s more basketball.

It takes less than two hours for him to get mopey and another three for him to spiral into deciding he was wrong somehow.

That's what his mom said all the time anyway, wasn't it? The man's always wrong Steven, and he's the man here so…

He gets flowers, chocolates, and fucking waylaid (by Dustin Henderson with his Grow a Monster) and things go sideways from there.

 Train tracks and a junkyard and demodogs make time speed up. An encounter with Billy and a dinner plate causes Steve's recollection of the evening to be fuzzy. 

He just knows that in the middle of dodging death, he has the realization that Nance wants to break up with him.

That he should let her. 

Even if it hurts, even if he doesn't want to. 

She wants to be let go.

So Steve does. He respects her, and when he has a moment after its all over, he tells her to go with Jonathan.

(At least he permanently gets the squirts out if this. Or at least everyone but Mike.

Even if most of them are shitheads and one of them's Hargrove's step sister.

It's--something.

But when Dustin keeps pestering him, demanding Steve drive him all over Hawkins and then drags him to the movies, well.

It might be the best something Steve's had in his life so far. )

xXx

"Oh shit. Is that from Caver?" Eddie asks, popping up near Steve's car like the clown in a jack in the box. 

"Carver can't hit for shit. This was Hargrove." Steve replies, attempting an eyeroll before remembering that his entire face is a bruise. 

One, giant, never ending bruise. 

"I guess his step sister gave him the slip to come hang out with these kids I watch sometimes. I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be there." Steve shrugs, because it's the technical truth. 

If you turn it sideways and squint anyway. 

"Asshole tried to threaten the kid Max is into by slamming him into a wall and screaming shit, so I stepped in, and--" He waves at his face. 

The same one he's already getting looks for. 

"I was winning." Steve sighs theatrically. "He broke a plate over my head."

The story seemed to freeze Eddie but he recovers with a quick shake of his head. 

"You poor thing." He tuts. "Let me guess--you were more worried about the hair than the wound?" 

Eddie's hands flutter like he's going to touch Steve's head but he seems to contain himself at the last minute.

The hospital threatened to buzz it for stitches." Steve says darkly, playing into the bit. 

(He had not gone to a hospital. 

None of them had.)  

"What would our King be without his crown of hair?" Eddie laments, in a falsetto that was half insult half oddly sincere. It was jarring in that it was hard to get a read on, but the more Steve was around the guy the less it seemed malicious and the more it came off  as just….goofy.

Eddie Munson, Steve decided, was not a freak.

 He was a dorky little weirdo, just like all the other kids Steve now hung out with. 

Just older, and with slightly better hair. 

"Hey Eddie." Another boy calls out, approaching cautiously. 

He's got a leather jacket on, and if Steve thinks hard enough he can sort of conjure up a memory of the guy at Eddie's lunch table, throwing a piece of bread at a pale sophomore decked out in plaid. "You good man?" 

"Yeah Jeff, just checkin' in on the Hair here." Eddie sticks a thumb towards Steve, who raises his hand and waves. 

The falsetto comes back, somehow higher as the older boy swoons over Steves arm. "Soothing his poor soul after that brute Hargrove almost killed him." 

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot like Bugs Bunny?" Steve asks, the thought leaving his mouth the instant he had it.

(He doesn't care, it's a legitimate question.) 

It has the effect of making Munson look downright chuffed. "I have actually, but only by my Uncle." 

"Why are you checking in?" Jeff interrupts, before seeming to realize he said it out loud. " Ah, I mean--"

"Oh he didn't tell you?" Steve says, as casually as he can muster. "Eddie claimed me and Chrissy at a party last weekend." 

See Munson? Two people could play the weird bit game. 

They've attracted more of Eddie's friends now, two more boys in leather jackets edging closer like frightened deer. 

(One of which is the aforementioned younger man Jeff threw bread at, and Steve vaguely thinks the guy's name starts with a g.) 

"Apparently we're his minions now." Steve tells Jeff in a rather put upon manner. 

"It was just you, the fair maiden chose otherwise." Eddie counters dismissively, voice dropping down low. 

Steve snorts. Hums a sarcastic; "Like you'd let us choose." 

Eddie finally abandons whatever voice that was supposed to be (a villain, Steve thinks, and wonders if it hurts Eddies throat to drop from a false high to a deep low that quickly.)  to say:

 "Mock me all you like, Harrington, but you can't deny the bit worked." 

Steve automatically went for another eye roll, and gets a flash of pain for it. "Who said I was mocking you, you dork? Just stating facts." 

Yet again, Eddie reacts weird to the comment. He looks almost bashful for a second, before he recovers, tugging his hair in front of his face as he plays with it.

The bell rings once in warning, and Steve makes a face towards the doors. 

"I gotta go, Mrs Clicks out to fail me. See you around, Eddie. Jeff." The way his eyes are bruised up he can't quite make out the face Jeff makes at that, but Steve's pretty sure the guys mouth was open. 

"She's a nasty one, my minion, best stay on your toes around her." Eddie calls, and Steve waves a hand in the air to show he heard. 

"What just happened?" Jeff asks, far too loudly for how close Steve still is. 

It makes him chuckle a bit, even as one of the other guys says something in a far quieter voice that has Munson squawking and flapping his arms like a bird. 

The winding little feelings in his chest squeeze his heart, and Steve shakes his head, refusing to be fond of Eddie Munson. 

xXx

College rejection letters come in, one after the another.

Steve could have made it into a few schools he's certain, except he hadn't really applied to any.

Not that any college other than Penn Hurst mattered. His dad wanted him to be a legacy, come hell or high water.

Steve's punishment was hand picked by his parents, and he gets the sailor outfit his new minimum wage job requires is supposed to be a part of it--that his dad made him apply because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think to subject Steve too-- but honestly? 

It's not that bad. 

Not even with Robin, the manager he met yesterday, and who positively, completely and totally, hates Steve’s guts.  

He figures he has time to win her over. 

All the time in the world, now that demons aren't trying to eat his, or any of the kid's, faces. He can focus on the small things. Build himself back up.

Figure out the person he wants to be, now that he's no longer King Steve. 

It’s the thought that kept him from attending any graduation parties. To go felt like backsliding into old habits. 

‘If the kids--if it comes back again--’ 

Getting drunk at night in a random house seemed almost irresponsible.

Particularly not with people Steve has history with, without anyone he really cares about being present. Certainly not Nance and Jonathan, who he wishes he didn’t know are at some end-of-year game night one of Nancy’s friends is hosting. 

(Steve can’t think about that for a number of reasons. 

When he does--because of course he does-- he makes sure to focus on the weirdness that is Jonathan Byers being someone he cares about, instead of the fact he can’t seem to kill his love for Nancy. 

Or that he's horrifically jealous of their relationship. 

That the best sleep he had ever had was between them, two nights after the lab, when they crammed themselves into Jonathan's bed because they all couldn't quite believe it was over.

That night had been so incredibly weird, but grouping together felt safer. Smarter.

Better.

Not in a way Steve wants to put into words. 

Not in a way he wants to confront at all.) 

His parents hadn’t been able to make it home to watch him walk at his graduation--his father landing a last minute meeting with some important person or other. 

Faked apologies were given, money transferred, and Steve, not wanting to sit in his too-huge house, had meandered to Family Video. 

Tried to forget his father’s cold voice in the background of his mother’s call, loudly announcing he’d have made it a priority to see Steve graduate-- if he’d gotten into Penn Hurst. 

Steve just shakes his head. Pushes those thoughts into the back of his head, into the same place all his other weird thoughts live.

The glare he gets from the tall, pimple-ridden guy working the rental counter was expected.

Chrissy Cunningham, was not. 

"I thought you’d be at one of the parties.” He tells her, when he turns down the romance aisle and finds her staring blankly at a shelf. 

She startles, before recognition flits over her face and a warm smile is directed his way. 

“I'm honestly not a fan of parties." She confides in him, hand clutching a tape in her hands."Not those kinds, anyway.” 

"More slumber parties, less keg stands your speed?" Steve guessed, blatantly turning his head sideways in order to read the title.

She awards him with a wider smile. "Exactly." 

"Chrissy Cunningham. Are you renting Jaws?" He teases, leaning in just a touch.

She flushes, but turns and squares up to him. Steve's delighted to see it. 

"Why yes I am. I'll do you one better and even admit it's one of my favorite movies." 

Steve grins at her, and sees the way she lights up on response, eyes bright. 

This is the Chrissy that Carver had tried to kill. The strength and pure fun that radiates off her enhances the beauty she has to something almost otherworldly. 

Steve has seen enough beauty in his life to recognize when it will stay. That Chrissy wil one day be 80 years old, with gray hair and knit sweaters, and she'll still be able to light up a room. 

"Like sharks killing people that much huh?” He teases. And it’s easy, slipping into this part of himself around her. The part he’s been trying to get back. 

The confidence that he walked with, before monsters crawled out of the ground, and Nancy put a hole in his heart.

"I'll let you in on a secret. ." Chrissy leans in, dropping her voice low enough that Steve has to lean in a bit too to hear. "My favorite character is the shark." 

Steve playfully gapes at her, and for the first  time in a long time, feels like things will be okay. 

He’ll be okay.

He won’t be King Steve. He’s not Nancy's Boyfriend Steve either--but someone else. Himself.

A Steve who exists outside of Hawkins High, outside his family name. 

He likes it.

"I told you that was his car. Steve!" A too familiar voice calls and Steve can't mask the despair that hits him as he turns to his (now least) favorite shithead, whose storming through Family Video’s doors. 

"Dustin." He identifies, with an edge to his voice he can only pray Chrissy doesn't pick up on. "Other brats. What are you doing?" 

Mike stands stubbornly at Dustin's right, Lucas nervous at his left. 

Will Byers is situated next to Mike but Steve's not as familiar with him, and has no idea how to interpret the kid. 

If he had to guess based on the face he’s being sent, Will’s more nervous then the rest--but equally determined. 

(This does not make Steve feel better. It in fact, somewhat convinces them they’ve run headfirst back into trouble.) 

"Well we were going to go to Lucas’s, but now, we're bumming a ride from you!" 

"I'm busy." He says flatly. 

"Ste~eeeve!" 

"I didn't know you had a brother." Chrissy says, hand covering her mouth. 

Looking back at her, Steve's pretty sure she's trying to physically hold back laughter. 

If one could shoot lasers with their eyes, Steve would be nailing Dustin for ruining--whatever it was that was happening here. 

"He's a rescue" Steve says flatly. "It’s not working out though. We're planning on returning him to the shelter.” 

"Wow Steve." Dustin returns, offended. "First of all, if anyone's rescuing anyone I rescued you, or did you suddenly forget that you show up to family dinner every Thursday at my house like a sad orpha--mmpphh!" 

‘Mmpphh’ because Steve had taken several long strides across the store to smack his hand over Dustin's mouth. 

"Sorry Chrissy, it would appear the asshole children I am paid to babysit escaped whoever is supposed to be watching them." He shakes Dustins head, in lue of strangling him. “Hit me up later we’ll discuss the shark’s best kills.” 

“Will do.” Chrissy says, as Steve begins the process of shoving his four smaller friends out the door. “Drive safe!” 

“No you don’t, and you’re gonna prove it by swinging through McDonalds for us.” Dustin sing-songs, swinging himself into the passenger side of the Beemer. 

“You assholes owe me, big time.” Steve hisses, as Lucas and Mike instantly begin making kissy faces the second they’re out into the parking lot. "I had plans tonight!"

“Do you have McDonalds money?” Steve asks, only to immediately wince at himself because fuck did he just sound like a soccer mom. 

“I have money I took out of my mom’s wallet.” Mike says as he settles into the car with his friends.

“Fine.” Steve sighs in defeat, starting the car. 

He determinedly does not ask if the idiots walked here, because there is a suspicious lack of bicycles, if only because he hit his mom quota for the day and Steve refuses to say anything else that might edge out his cool persona.

The one he swears he still has.

Supposedly. 

("Does my mom really pay you to watch me?" Dustin asks a while later, when the other brats are distracted. His voice is painfully honest, and softer than it normally is. 

"In food, yes." Steve says, because he’s not that much of an asshole--and maybe, because Dustin is truly his only friend right now.

Steve honestly looks forward to those Thursday dinners, helping Ma Henderson and having her fuss over him in a way his parents never had. 

In a way no one ever had. 

Dustin lands a solid kick to his ankle, making Steve curse. "That's not payment you ass!"

"Ow, God Dustin--" 

"Just admit you're my actual friend, you dick!" 

"Language! I swear your mom stole you from wolves, you animal--" Steve swatted at him. 

Maybe, possibly later, he will go on to admit that yes, Dustin is his friend. 

He will even agree to making up a stupid handshake for it. 

It involves lightsabers and gore at least, which Steve insists is very cool.)

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Steve: I had a mental breakdown on Eddie’s couch and he offered me fucking shrooms for my anxiety and depression? For free?

Chrissy: yeah that’s his love language

Steve: what the fuck chrissy

[fuctacles]

ST fics I wrote that aren't Steddie:

Stayne

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, don't be scared | Ao3 | T | 2.7k Mer!Steve wants a kiss for bringing Eddie back to Wayne.

Corroded King

Taking Turns | E | 2.5k Werewolf!Steve goes into a rut during Corroded Coffin's touring break.

"You said you weren't dating" | M | 2.6k Eddie is jealous over Gareth's new music partner and makes it everyone's problem.

a boy worth fighting getting trampled for | T | 856 banter, open relationship, polycule-ish, appreciating Steve Harrington moment

CheerScoops(+Eddie)

The day Eddie quit his job | M | 1.1k B-listers, Slashers, and Porn: The Movie Marathon Pyramid | M | 4k The adventures of YouTuber SailorSteph, her mod MasterofChatters, and his girlfriend Chichi, an adult content creator. The Video | E | 2.5k Smut between mtf!Stevie and Chrissy

Gender Things

Robin's Gender Week Day 1: Genderfluid Stobin Day 2-4: Masc Robin, Stobin, Hellcheer, Steddie

Argyle Day: Puberty Works in Mysterious Ways | T | 420 Intersex Argyle

Bangs

Simple as that | G | 5.4k Queerplatonic Elumax

Creature Comforts Come in Fours | M | 16k Monsterish Billy/Steve/Eddie/Chrissy fic I made art for!

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

steddissy has excellent potential for being a dude/girl/dudegirl relationship. like steve wearing chrissys jewellery as a couple thing and eddie going to steve like 🥺👉👈 it's my birthday pls wear this lingerie tonight and steve's like hm. i think this is awakening something in me.

[rogueddie]

Eddie going to the ballet to support his best friend Chrissy and ending up having a bi crisis bc her dance partner is Steve Harrington and Eddie has always had a thing for Steve, but the way he dances with Chrissy has got him wondering if his old thing for Chrissy is also making a return, but he's not sure he cares bc all he can think about is how good the two of them look together

[queenofshenanigans]

WIP WEEKEND

I wasn't going to do a new one, but I decided I might as well, as it does keep me motivated throughout the week! I'm decreasing the # of WIPs though, to the two Bangs, and a couple of others, as the rest have quite a few asks already.

I was tagged by: @pearynice, @mission2mordor, @cloudsurfing42, @pentapoctopus, @hbyrde36, @tinytalkingtina, and @felixir-of-moths <3

⚾ Second Chance at First Love (and Third Base) - Steddie Big Bang! No longer a secret!! Making some progress!

🛼 - Sapphic Mini Bang (90s Bubblescoops, Stommy) I'll share 👩‍👩‍👦 or 🤸‍♂️- if you have a preference, drop an emoji - the first check-in is coming soon so trying to make more progress by then!

🐉 - Steve finds a dragon in his closet - Dustigan, developing Steddie, magical canon AU, post S4

🏰 - Shenanigans in Steve's attic - Steve has good parents actually, Steddie, Scoops Troop, post S4 Honey I Shrunk The Kids inspired AU

(Don't worry: Attic Shenanigans, Stranger Moms, A Knight's Tale, and the Aerobics S3 AU will all be in rotation!)

Read on for more of Second Chance at First Love (And Third Base). A little NSFW, and slight mention of a/b/o biology.

Steve was thicker around the middle, in a way that made Eddie want to bite—a thought so strongly sexual he almost slammed the door in Steve's face on instinct. He hadn't had such an intense flash of lust since before the twins were born, and it left him unsettled and very aware he was wearing only a pair of flimsy black boxer briefs. He was just grateful they weren't white; at least the dark color hid the sudden dampness between his legs. Fucking biology.

“I’m going to kill her,” Eddie muttered, already thinking of various ways he was going to get revenge on Chrissy Cunningham. “I take it you're the new houseboy Chrissy hired?”

“Good to see you too, Eddie, but I think the term she used was home health aide and housekeeper.”

I'll no pressure tag any members of the @strangerthingswritersguild that would like to play!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve could do cheerleading routines with Chrissy pretty well. They used to practice them at Skull Rock when no one else was around, an act that Eddie had desperately needed proof of. Music was currently playing in Steve's living room as he danced with Chrissy as Eddie sat on the couch, his legs spread out wide as he watched them in awe.

"My dad did not allow me to be a cheerleader because Harrington men are NOT cheerleaders," Steve said, rolling his eyes as he lifted Chrissy into the air.

"Wait, wait, are you telling me that you're a closeted cheerleader?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, if you want to put it that way," Steve said. "Yeah."

"God, it would have been so much better if you had been on the team," Chrissy said.

"Tell me about it," Steve sighed.

"You should show Eddie your unform," Chrissy giggled as Steve did the splits without hurting himself.

"I did have it altered," Steve smirked. "It has a skirt."

"YOU HAVE A UNIFORM?!" Eddie shrieked.

"What do you think?" Steve asked Chrissy. "With or without the underwear?"

Eddie face planted into the couch, groaning. Yeah, he really did have a type.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not wearing any," Chrissy giggled.

"YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

[steddie-island]

Fangbang

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth mini event Prompt: Mirror sex Rating: E | WC: 2,849 | No CW | Tags: Steddissy, Vampire roleplay, rockstar Eddie Munson, dom Eddie Munson For full fic and complete list of tags see ao3! | Divider credit

Cool air nipped at Chrissy's bare legs as she and Steve took their place up front by the barricade. They came to every Corroded Coffin show that they could, but Eddie had really pushed the importance of the two of them showing up tonight and being right there at the front of the stage. When they asked the reason he just said the band had a new song to debut and wouldn't go into any more detail than that.

Steve and Chrissy were both used to sticking out at these shows. Sure, Chrissy had her leather jacket on, but it was pale blue and not black. Steve spent a little extra time on his hair, but other than that he was in his usual jeans and polo. The two of them together didn't exactly scream metal.

"If Eddie doesn't come out soon, I'm gonna freeze to death," Chrissy murmured even as she wrapped both arms around Steve's waist beneath his jacket.

"You know they keep it cold in here," Steve said. Still he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. He wasn't about to complain about those long legs being on display. Chrissy leeching his warmth and resting her cheek against his chest was just an added bonus.

Chrissy pulled away from Steve's embrace as the lights went down. There was a cheer from the crowd. The stage lit up red beneath Gareth's drumkit first. Dougie was next, then Jeff. As each member lit up they started playing their instrument until the room was filled with something slow, sensuous. Steve very nearly felt it like a living thing against his skin.

Red light filled the stage once more. Eddie had his head down so the curtains of his hair hid his face. His voice joined the music, adding another layer to the steady pulse of the song.

Steve was so focused on Eddie's voice that he didn't process the words at first. As soon as they broke through the fog of his mind his entire body ran hot. Eddie hadn't exactly been subtle about writing their exploits into Corroded Coffin songs before, but there would be no misinterpreting this time.

Chrissy shifted next to Steve. Her hand flexed around his as she cleared her throat. Eddie had them practically panting with one song. It didn't take much anyway, just watching his fingers against the frets of his guitar or seeing the expanse of skin between his jeans and however far up his shirt had been cropped was enough. Add in his voice, though, and they didn't stand a fucking chance.

It was a useless feat but Steve still closed his eyes to try to calm his body down. When he opened them again he found that Eddie had moved closer to them. He was even more lit up now, in a way that highlighted the sharpness of his hip bones.

"Oh my god." Chrissy's words were breathy and Steve could have sworn he felt her sway into his side for support. He wrapped an arm around her waist again as his eyes tracked up Eddie's stomach, up towards his chest, to—

"Holy fuck."

Eddie didn't have a shirt on. Steve had missed the leather straps that wrapped around his ribcage, around his shoulders, criss-crossing to make a pentagram in the middle of Eddie's chest. Steve could already feel the way the silver studs set into the harness would dig into his chest later when their bodies were pressed together.

Just when Chrissy and Steve thought the surprises were over Eddie lifted his head to show the black around his eyes. He gave them a sharp grin that showed off sharp white fangs. The fangs were meant for the two of them but clearly other people had picked up on them, too.

Steve pushed the excited chatter out of his head. He didn't need to hear what everyone else would let Eddie do to them with those fangs.

He and Chrissy would get to live it out themselves later.

[vthx]

WIP Weekend

Make me write!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP for each emoji! No limits to the amount or kind of emojis you can request.

I'm working on knocking out rare pair projects before getting back to my other stories since they're closer to being finished (and I still owe @sourw0lfs the Steddissy sequel to the guild exchange).

🧚‍♀️ A Fairy's Tale (Jeff/Steve) - childhood friends to reconciled lovers

🚗 Joyride or Die WIP - sequel to the Road and the Sky (steddissy)

A snippet of the Joyride or Die WIP (spoilers and NSFW-ish):

"It was hot," she admitted. "Just… a lot. I'm not used to feeling like that."

"Like… what part exactly?" Eddie asked, confused.

"Just, everything in my body. How good it felt."

"Wait, are you not used to feeling turned on?" Eddie demanded. Chrissy shrugged, keeping her face hidden in his chest. She was steadying out, but that meant embarrassment was starting to dominate. "Wait. Wait. You've had an orgasm, right? Tell me you've had an orgasm."

Chrissy shook her head. "I don't think so. My friends say 'you'll know when you have one,' but that's really unhelpful."

Eddie wrinkled up his nose. "Yeah, no kidding. I mean, it's pretty obvious if you're a dude, but girls have it harder."

"Don't we?" Chrissy demanded. "How am I supposed to know when I'm turned on? It's not like there's a sign."

"Be nice if there was. Little sign that pops up: hey! You like this!"

Chrissy giggled. "Yeah, that'd be great. Why doesn't this stupid body come with a sex instruction book?"

"I think that's the Kama Sutra," Eddie said thoughtfully. "Do you want to try this again?"

"Yes," Chrissy said, determined. One night. She wasn't losing this chance. "Maybe—"

Not maybe. She pushed herself away, standing up straight.

"On the throne, princess," she said firmly. She had a vision. She was going to see it through

No pressure tags:

@strangerthingswritersguild

@tinytalkingtina @hbyrde36 @pearynice @cloudsurfing42 @queenofshenanigans @sevenmerrymagpies @eriquin @sidekick-hero @shares-a-vest @dreamwatch

[fuctacles]

B-listers, Slashers, and Porn: The Movie Marathon Pyramid

Late for @strangetober 29th "slasher" bc i cant read calendars starting with Sunday 😩😩😩 also @stevieweek & "This is what you're doing on Halloween?"

M/E | ~4k | Steddissy/Hellcheer/Cheerscoops/Steddie | transfem!Stevie, transmasc!Eddie, FanslyModel!Chrissy, open relationship, sex work | Part 1/2 and a continuation of this | Ao3

"No way this is what you're doing on Halloween." Eddie frowns at his friend's streaming schedule. "Really?"

"Hey, it's okay if you're busy. I'm not expecting you to mod at my every whim. Someone else will be free or I'll just survive one day without. I'm not expecting a huge turn out anyway."

"Because everyone already has plans," he nods along. "Yeah, but why you don't?" He frowns. 

"I do?" Stevie sounds confused over his speakers. "We're talking about them right now." 

Eddie wishes he was on camera so she could see the impressive eye roll that Max had taught him.

"With friends, dumbass. Not a bunch of simps who want to catch your heart attack live. There's a thousand parties you could go to instead!"

Stevie sighs. 

"Everyone already has something and I don'want to go partying with strangers. I'd rather sit at home and play games, honestly," she admits. 

Eddie is, to put it lightly, deadly offended. 

"You didn't ask me," he points out. 

"You live in a different state, man." 

"So does Lucas!"

"Yeah, and that's why I'm not seeing him either!" 

"Well, consider yourself invited. I'll pay for your ticket if I have to."

"What? No--"

"We've been already planning a lazy movie marathon with Chris and you are more than welcome to join."

"That doesn't sound like you. A cozy night in? On Halloween?" Stevie wonders out loud. "Is this a trap? Have you been body snatched?"

"Dude, I've been working on so much shit this month I just want to kick back and relax," Eddie sighs, grimacing at the thought of everything he still has to do before the day of rest. 

"Shit, right, you're releasing that new EP this month!" 

"Yep. So for twenty-four hours, I want to shut myself in and not look at any social media, any music charts, or any emails from my manager. Phone off, Netflix on."

Stevie hums thoughtfully. 

"Will the rest of the band be there?"

Eddie smirks. 

"Just say you want to see Gareth again," he teases. "No, we've spent so much time in the studio for this EP I can't look at their ugly mugs anymore. No, it's just me and Chrissy this time. And now you, of course."

"Ed, if you want to spend this time together, you don't have to invite me."

"You think I'm doing this for you?" He raises his eyebrows at the tiny icon on his screen that represents his friend. "This is for my peace of mind. But mostly for Chrissy, honestly, she won't shut up about you," he groans. 

"Really?" Stevie asks in a small voice, sounding genuinely surprised. 

"Don't you dare play coy now, you seduced my girlfriend with your athletic body and now she wants me to drink protein shakes!"

Stevie bursts out laughing. 

"I'm sorry?" she offers.

"I'll accept your sorries only if you join us for an evening of bad horrors and spiked hot chocolate."

"Deal."

Stevie has the Uber app open and is typing in her destination address when a piercing whistle splits the air. She winces but ignores it as any other time. 

"Hey, babygirl!"

For once, she reacts to the catcalling, as the voice sounds familiar. Her eyes widen.

"Oh, you fucking idiot!" she hisses, which results in her long-distance friend cackling in amusement. Stevie storms to the car he's leaning against, a black van with a demon painted on the side. 

"Hi, sweetheart." He give her his best sleazy smile and leans in to kiss her on the cheek. She doesn't protest but she does roll her eyes. 

"You could have told me you'd pick me up."

"And ruin the surprise? Nuh-uh." He shakes his head.

Stevie sighs. She knows Eddie dropping the theatrics is as likely as Hell freezing over. 

"Well, lead me to your lair, then."

He lights up, prying the bag from her hand while he opens the door. 

"Take a seat, milady, I'll drop your luggage in the back," he says with a small, courteous bow.

The drive passes with Eddie drilling her about her favorite movies and the snacks they are missing. She assures him all she needs is a nap and a warm meal, and he dutifully drives her to her destination. 

Eddie's house is small, a place he's renting right now but planning to buy if money lets him. He opens up the door, Stevie's bag hauled over his shoulder, and yells out:

"Chris! We have a guest!'

Stevie eyes him warily. 

"You told her I'm coming, right?"

Eddie only grins. Then, a shriek rings through the house. 

"Stevie!"

Chrissy throws herself at the girl, and thank gods for their athletic reflexes, because it could end up on the floor otherwise. 

"Hi Chris," Stevie smiles, holding the girl close. It's been months since they saw each other. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Chrissy asks with a pout. 

"To be fair, I was sure you knew about this until five seconds ago."

They both look at Eddie, but he's already gone from his spot. There is a clatter of dishes coming from the direction of the kitchen, though.

"Bastard is trying to placate me with food," she hisses, adjusting Chrissy's legs more securely around her hips before she walks towards the sound.

"And here I was wondering why he made his signature stew," Chrissy sighs against her ear. Stevie chuckles. 

"Well, at least he knows what works on me."

They enter the kitchen to find Eddie stirring the thick dish in the pot.

"Hello ladies," he smiles with the obliviousness of an experienced jester. "Hungry?"

"Starving," Stevie admits reluctantly, placing  Chrissy on the counter. "It smells good," she says, her hands resting on her friend's thighs. She can see Eddie's eyes lingering there. 

"Chrissy doesn't like it too spicy, but I can add some extra chilli flakes to your bowl," he says, refocusing on the food. "Wanna try it?" he asks, raising up the wooden spoon. 

"Sure," Stevie shrugs, and watches mesmerized as he gently blows on it before raising it to her mouth.

"How is it?" 

"It's good as it is," she decides, licking her lips to catch everything. "Can I help with something?" she asks, already looking around the kitchen for something to do.

"You can grab the bowls. They're in the cupboard above Chrissy."

Instead of letting her jump off the counter, Stevie picks her up again and relocates further away, to the girl's delight.

Then she opens the cupboard and her eyes light up when she finds their pumpkin-shaped bowls

"Oh my god I love these! You guys are such dorks," she grins, while pulling them out.

"Wait til you see the Garfield tea set," Chrissy smiles back. 

"Where is it?!" 

The stew gets forgotten for a long while, all of Stevie's focus now on ploundering through her friends' cupboards. She finds not only the Garfield tea set, but also matching plates and a lunchbox. There's also a whole shelf dedicated to ornate chalices and tankards. 

"Is this a real horn?"

"Sure is," Eddie grins proudly. "Metal as fuck, isn't it?" 

"Can I have a beer in it later?"

"Absolutely," he laughs, picking up the bowls. "Now come eat."

Stevie gets distracted again with her spoon, its handle shaped like vines, but eventually she digs into the stew. 

"This is good," she praises with an appreciative hum. "Just knowing you, I'd never let you loose in a kitchen."

Chrissy snorts into her bowl and starts choking, which doesn't faze Eddie, who just passes her a glass of water and pats her back. 

"And you'd be right, because I've put all my culinary skills into three dishes I can execute perfectly, and everything else is a biohazard," he grins like it's something to be proud of. Which, in a way, might be. 

"Well, everything I cook tastes kind of bland, so maybe your method is the way to go," stevie shrugs at that, eyeing Chrissy's watery eyes. She seems to have gotten a hold on herself for the time being.

After eating, despite Stevie's flight and the late hour, they start up Scream and hang out with mugs of steaming tea in hands. Eddie had vetoed booze right before bed and the girls reluctantly agreed. They argue the movie list for their actual marathon, as it needs cheesy slashers for Chrissy, outdated special effects for Stevie, and ridiculous plots for Eddie. 

"Terrifier," Chrissy declares like there was no arguing with her. There wasn't, but her friends would try anyway.

"You guys need to see the one with a possessed Christmas tree."

"The Haunting!" Stevie pitches in. 

The list grows and grows and they reluctantly agree to roll a dice on the marathon day to decide the watching order. 

"You can have my bed and I'll sleep with Eddie tonight, okay?" Chrissy asks once the credits starts rolling and Stevie is dozing off, bundled into a spare blanket. The girl blnks at her sleepily. 

"Okay," she says slowly with a frown. "You guys don't share a bedroom?"

"He snores," Chrissy winces like the sole idea appalls her. "And we both like our space. We usually share a bed anyway, just swap between rooms."

"I can take the couch," Stevie offers. "I don't want to hog your space like that."

"Don't worry about it" Chrissy waves her off. "We can switch around later. Now," she stands up to grab her hand. "Do you have enough energy for a shower or would you rather go straight to bed."

"Straght to bed, please," Stevie whines, letting her friend haul her up. 

"Bed it is then, princess," she agrees, slowly leading her upstairs.

"Eddie's rubbing off on you," Stevie says with a wide smile.

"Yeah, he does that a lot," her friend smirks back and they giggle as she opens the right door. "Here's my room. Eddie's is the one opposite door, and at the end you'll find the bathroom. Left door, right one is the office," she explains while pointing along. "You'll find clean towels in the cupboard. Do you need anything? T-shirt to sleep in?" she asks, pushing gently so Stevie sits on her bed. Her sheets are dark green, matching the plants littering the room. 

Stevie has her own pyjama's but like hell is she going to pass on the opportunity to wear her hot friend's clothes.

"Yes, please. Would it be okay if I slept in just pants?" she asks as well. 

Chrissy snorts.

"Totally. Eddie usually sleeps completely naked so don't be surprised if you run into his white ass on a midnight snack trip," she grins. "And I don't wear pants to sleep, just longer shirts. You want long or short ones?"

For a second, Stevie's lost wondering what she's gotten herself into, but she quickly remembers what her friend is asking about. 

"Short," she decides, watching Chrissy open the top drawer of her dresser. The blonde hums as she goes through its contents. 

"Would this be okay? I can look through Eddie's stuff," she offers, presenting a pair of soft shorts patterned in ice cream cones. 

Stevie raises her eyebrows. 

"Is this on purpose?" 

Chrissy looks down at the shorts, before chuckling at the unintentional Scoops Ahoy reference. 

"I swear it's not. It's the first ones I saw that would fit."

Stevie takes them in hand and inspects the width and give of the elastic. 

"They should be fine, thank you," she smiles. 

"Of course, honey. I'm gonna take a shower, you can exploit Eddie in the meantime." 

He has been left in the kitchen cleaning up after their dinner and preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. 

"As tempting as it is, I'm sure I'll be out as soon as I lay down," Stevie chuckels. The hours spend travelling and catching up with her friends were finally taking their toll. 

"Well, in that case good night, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night," Stevie answers tiredly, missing the moment when Chrissy leans down and pecks her on the lips. She barely manages to process that fact, before the doors close behind her friend. She smiles to herself before undressing for bed to finally get some rest. 

Stevie's out to the word until late morning the next day, but thankfully, her hosts aren't early birds either. When she gingerly walks downstairs, she's greeted by the sight of the two drinking coffee and making pancakes. Eddie notices her first and waves to her with his spatula. 

"Good morning! I'll have fresh pancakes for you in a minute. How did you sleep?"

"Like an undead," she yawns, beelining for her forgotten bag, where she has a fresh t-shirt to change into. She does so right there, and when she turns back towards the kitchen, her friends act like civilized beings that didn't just ogle her tits. She graciously decides not to call them out for it. 

When she sits next to Chrissy, the girl murmurs an indecipherable greeting, pressing her arm against hers. Stevie gathers her getly against her side. 

"Eddie, you could spare your girlfriend some energy, she's wilting here!"

He turns away from the stove to huff at her. 

"She'd have more energy if she wasn't gathering fruit on her phone until two am," he counters, crossing his arms. His morning outfit consists of an apron tied around his bare chest, a pair of boxers and nothing else. Stevie's never seen all his tattoos out in the open. 

"I like the beholder tattoo," she says.

"Do not," Eddie points his spatula at her. "Talk nerd in the kitchen. It makes me horny and Chrissy said kitchen is off limits," he pouts. 

Stevie snorts, and rests her head against Chrissy. 

"Sorry, I'll keep it to the bedroom next time."

"Thank you," Eddie nods gratefully. "How do you want your coffee?"

"Just a bit of milk, please."

It must have been waiting for her already, beacuse she gets a steaming mug put in front of her just seconds later. 

"Thank you," she sighs, sipping on the coffee. She got it in one of the Garfield mugs, too.

"Of course. And here are yor pancakes. Pick your poison." After putting a stack of pancakes in front of her, he pushes maple syrup, butter and nutella towards her.

"Oh my god. This is the best breakfast I've had since I visited Claudia." 

Eddie laughs at that. 

"Don't get used to it. Tomorrow it's Chrissy's turn on breakfast and she's usually so out of it she can mistake salt for sugar." 

To that, Chrissy flips him the bird, meaning she's at least processing the conversation happening around her. She can also smell the food, and steals a pancake from Stevie's plate to gingerly nibble on. 

"I can help out," Stevie offers, nuzzling her nose against Chrissy's cheek before she straightens up to dig into the breakfast. "What's the plan for today?" she asks while slapping some butter on her pancakes. 

Eddie hums thoughtfully as he pours batter on the pan. "We have all the candy we should need for trick-or-treaters, but we're short on vegetables for pumpkin soup. So think of anything you'd want to eat, we'll make a grocery list, and hit the farmer's market."

Stevie gives him a thumbs up, since her mouth is already stuffed with pancakes. 

The afternoon is spent arguing about the quality of pumpkins offered at the stalls, and what is the ultimate fall soup. It's a level of comfort and easiness Stevie usually feels only around Robin. 

She's not much of a cook, so when Eddie starts on the soup, she joins him in the kitchen, eager to learn. Which translates to her drinking wine and asking a lot of questions while hanging off his shoulder.

"How long do you need to cook the broth?" she asks, unknowingly breathing wine into his air. 

"At least a couple of hours," he answers patiently. "My mom used to leave it simmering for the whole night, though."

Stevie frowns. 

"Sounds like a fire hazard."

Eddie laughs at that. 

"Yeah, a lot of things weren't a concern twenty years ago."

"Yeah, like condoms, considering you're here," she snickers and gets swatted away for her comedic efforts. 

"What, you're not grateful for my existence? Bold words for someone being guested and fed in my home."

"That is not a word," she says with a frown, though being friends with Robin made her second guess her knowledge of the dictionary.

"It is now! Now, would my guest put her wine aside and peel the garlic?"

"Yes, chef," she salutes and accepts the ingredients handed to her. She manages to convince Eddie she's still sober enough to help him chop the vegetables as well. 

"Ohh, he let you hold a knife?" Chrissy walks into the kitchen a moment later and pouts at her boyfriend. "He never lets me help with aything."

"Lies and slander!" Eddie exclaims at that accusation. "You can do literally anything else. Baby, you can even operate a blowtorch, but a knife in her hand," he turns to Stevie for that part, pointing a spoon at Chrissy. "Is like a fidget toy made out of razor blades."

Stevie, though, focuses on the important part.

"You have a blowtorch?"

Eddie groans, but Chrissy is more than happy to show her the little thing they use to toast the marshmallows for their hot cocoa and chocolate. Of course, this ends up with her making some for all of them. Stevie is the one to chop up the chocolate, though. 

The porch has been decorated and all the candy is waiting near the door, because they didn't bother putting it in the cupboards. The food is mostly done, and the movies they agreed on have been found and added to the watch list, so on the actual Halloween the next day, all they have left to do is chill, open the door, compilment kids' costumes, and take in the spooky vibe. As soon as they take out their pies from the oven, they can start on the festivities. 

Or so it seems.

"Shit," Eddie suddenly widens his eyes in the middle of the kitchen.

"What?" Chrissy bends down to peek into the oven, but everything seems fine there. "What is it?"

"What about the costumes?" he looks at her, genuinely alarmed. She frowns at him. 

"We've been over this? You're Crowley and I'm Aziraphale."

"Well, yeah, but now Stevie is here!"

Chrissy looks at the girl with the same therror as her boyfriend, which almost makes her snort out her wine. Which would be horribly wasteful, since she got hers in the horn as promised. 

"Ah, no worries, you've been babbling about the costumes for so long I had enough time to find a white turtleneck and a fly plushie, and the grey suit should be delivered here in the morning." She waves her hand dismissively, but Eddie is anything but dismissive about Halloween costumes. He gapes at his friend in disbelief. 

"I though you haven't seen Good Omens?"

"After all the fuss you made about it?" She rolls her eyes. "Please. I just didn't tell you because you'd freak out about it, and you're talking my ear off as it is." She smiles fondly despite her words. 

"You prepared a matching costume," he says, still in his nerdy trance. 

"Well, yeah? Didn't want to be left out." 

"I'm sorry I didn't think about it myself," he says, looking so guilt-stricken, she was worried he might pick up a knife and commit seppuku at any moment. 

"It's okay, man, you're so good at improvising--"

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie interrupts her, his eyes sparkling in that insane daze she recognised by now from having one too many autistic nerds as friends. 

"Uh," she looks to Chrissy for support, but she seems mildly exasperated at best, focusing more on the pies in the oven than their exchange. It was about time to take them out. 

"I guess so?" Stevie offers in the end, and watches Eddie put away his beer, like kissing her required his full attention. With the focus she could see on his face she would think it did. 

She can't exactly put her horn away. It needs a designated stand to stay upright, and it's somewhere on the kitchen counter behind them. So, in support of her friend's actions, she just puts her free hand on his hip and angles her head when she feels his palm against her cheek. 

His lips are slightly chapped from the autumn cold, and she can remember Chrissy's complaints about him consistently losing every chapstick she buys him. Stevie makes a note to get him a whole shipment of those for Christmas. She likes the lips that kiss her to be soft. 

Other than that, he's almost ridiculously gentle, unlike the persona he puts on for the world to see. It's easy to imagine him making out with someone, with Chrissy, for hours without getting bored. 

But Stevie likes more, so she parts her lips and pulls his hip closer to her. They both get lost in their impromptu make-out session until the smell of fresh pie reaches their nostrils. Eddie pulls away first, sniffing the air, and when Stevie follows his lead, Chrissy bursts out laughing at their accidental synchronization.

"It's too hot to eat, sorry," she spreads her hands apologetically. "But I have some cookies for the meantime." 

They move apart to dive into the jar of chocolate chip cookies that's presented to them. With pies cooling on the rack and cookies in their hands, they relocate to the living room to play one of the movies from their list. They pick a mindless slasher to turn off their brains after a day of cooking and other preparations.

The conversatiom focuses on the characters' bad choices and the highly unrealistic injuries, until two girls start making-out on screen.

"You know I've never watched your video?" Eddie says then, unprompted. 

Stevie and Chrissy turn to him in unison. 

"What?"

"Really?'

Eddie shrugs at their bewildered stares. 

"I don't know, it felt weird. I never saw Stevie in such, uh, circumstances, and she's paying me, so..." he trails off and shrugs again. "You know I don't watch all of your stuff," he adds, almost defensively.

"Which is very unsupportive of you," she says with an exaggerated pout so he knows she's joking. 

"I'm not watching you get fucked in those shitty amazon costumes, those are an insult to cosplayers worldwide!" he says and it sounds like something he's complained about before. "And did you have to do Jarley? You know we ship Harlivy in this house!"

Chrissy looks like she's doing her best not to laugh and Stevie's barely holding on herself. 

"I'm sorry, you know I couldn't find the right girl in time. And I've already made scenes with Gareth--"

"The fact that he agreed to this is even worse!"

Stevie presses a hand over her lips this time, to muffle her laugh. Eddie glowers at her over Chrissy's shoulder when she reaches for the remote. 

"Wanna watch it now?" she asks, already pausing the movie.

"What?"

"We're all here now, so it's not gonna be weird," Chrissy says, exiting out of the streaming platform. Her friends seem too stunned to stop her. 

"Or it will be extra weird," Eddie points out, but his girlfriend only waves him off. 

"Psh, like we haven't watched my videos before." As if to prove that, her Fansly pops up instantly once she opens the browser. "So?" She looks left and right at her company, waiting for the green light from them.

Like Eddie could ever say no faced with the cover photo of her page--her naked, delicate body covered up by a sword blade. 

"Sure," Stevie shrugs, and Eddie nods along.

"Yeah, let's do it."

[mugloversonly]

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NGL this one is fighting me tooth and nail so thank you for requesting it!

Each piece of clothing he tucked into her pack brought a tear to Steve’s eyes. How could he give up his daughter to these strangers? But then he remembered…he doesn’t have a choice. The next time he sees Tommy, he’s going to pay.

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[st-loveconfessions]

I've got two different fics recs for the rare pair search, both featuring ships with only ~130 or so fics on Ao3

One is a lovely trans Steve (Steph) x Robin fic, "Lesbian" by stellarspecter

The other is a Chrissy x Eddie x Steve soulmate AU with a twist, "I had been hungry, all these years" by jaimiethegardener

Lesbian by @stellarspecter

I had been hungry, all these years by @jamiethegardener55

[stevieweek]

Ao3 Collection

bride of frankenstein by @katyawriteswhump T | 350 | transfem!Steve, steddie, fluff, attempt at humour

Witch Hunt by @fuctacles E | 2568 | transfem!Steve (goes by Eve), witch!Steve, demon!Eddie, medieval fantasy, some arson and murder boyfriend vibes, magical srs

Sharing Clothes by @talanashta T | 513 | Platonic Stobin, Transfem Steve Harrington

kinktober 2: Stevie/Eddie & mommy kink by @pumpkinspiceeddie E | 350 | clothing kink/sex, fem!Stevie in any iteration you wanna imagine

clip-on. by allthewaytothechapel T | 1382 | Steddie | no UD,Transfem Steve, Crossdressing, Steve Harrington has Good Parents

Helping Hands by @pumpkinspiceeddie M | 700 | Stevie/Eddie | female, confident, bisexual Stevie, platonic stobin, modern era, no UD, meet ugly, happy ending

B-listers, Slashers, and Porn: The Movie Marathon Pyramid by @fuctacles E | 4k | Steddissy/Hellcheer/Cheerscoops/Steddie | transfem!Stevie, transmasc!Eddie, FanslyModel!Chrissy, open relationship, sex work

a cute plan by ptch4rk M | 2820 | Steddie | Halloween, Costumes, Fluff, Transfem Steve, Established Relationship

huff and puff. by allthewaytothechapel M | 1418 | Steddie | no UD, Transfem Steve, Costumes

Untitled by @fuctacles t4t Steddie | blurb

howl at the moon. by allthewaytothechapel G | 842 | Steddie | Transfem Steve, Child OC, Domestic

ART by @alicetallulaafterdark cw: blood

[rogueddie]

eddie, on waynes advice, tries to offer cheap guitar and singing lessons and the last person he expects to offer to pay (a lot) is steve, who wants to bring his girlfriend chrissy too. the three work amazing together, especially given steve and chrissys previous experience and talent, eddie highlighting it perfectly. eddie is in love with the pair, it becomes a genuine obsession, and he's surprised when he finds out that they're just as weird freaky in love and obsessed with him