Steddie where Steve runs a small bakery with Robin, and Chrissy is one of their regular customers.
She stops by every morning to buy coffee and pastries before she goes to work, always buys a lot of extra goods for her friends too and flirts with Robin as she waits for her order.
Steve teases Robin every freaking day because her infatuated little grin is adorable, but as best friend it's Steve's job to give her shit about her crush.
This goes on for months, until one morning Chrissy shows up at the shop with a hot guy by her side and Steve bluescreens because, holy shit, that must be the hottest guy Steve's ever seen in his life.
But Steve doesn't even have a chance to greet them properly. As soon as the guy catches sight of Steve by the counter, he turns to Chrissy with these big, shocked eyes, betrayal all over his handsome face.
"Chrissy! I can't believe you hid this beautiful creature from me! I thought we were friends!!!"
Takes Steve a moment to realize he is the beautiful creature.
in an alternate universe eddie and chrissy are reverse steve and robin where she has a crush on him but he’s gay and they become besties and also she is a repressed bisexual
Eddie and Chrissy at a party and she’s trying to get him to actually be brave and talk to a guy. And he’s arguing that it’ll just be embarrassing but finally she says “alright. go hit on the hottest guy here get rejected and I’ll let this go forever.”
Meanwhile, Steve’s been trying to get the cute metalhead’s attention all night
dynamic that nobody cares about except me is platonic stobin and platonic hellcheer lavender dating while steddie and buckingham go on double dates together
Day 031: New Year's Eve | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: AU, Musician Eddie, New Year's Eve, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Meet Cute, Background Buckingham
"It's too crowded!" Eddie yells, trying to get Chrissy's attention over the roar of the crowd. Crowded is an understatement.
She doesn't hear him, just keeps tugging his hand through the masses. It's not like this is Times Square, but there's still a lot of people gathered to see the big guitar drop at midnight. Of course, the free concert is probably a lot of that.
Corroded Coffin was the opener for the opener. Not exactly prestigious, but hey, a gig is a gig. Only, now Chrissy thinks they need to get good spots to see the this guitar drop, instead of collecting their check and getting the fuck out of town.
The rest of the band refused to budge from the green room, but he's a goddamn sucker for her eyes, so here he is. Being dragged through a crowd of about ten thousand bodies. Bumping into people. He's given up on saying sorry, on saying excuse me. It's useless.
When they can't get further, Chrissy seems to accept her fate that this is their spot for the duration.
It's nearly midnight.
"I can't see," she says, and as the guitar starts to drop, Eddie lifts her up by the waist so she can see over the guy in front of her. Eddie can't see anything other than her back, but that's fine. As long as she's happy. She got them this gig, and sure the full crowd hadn't gathered yet when they took the stage, but several thousand people is nothing to sniff at. It's one of the biggest crowds they've played for yet.
He lets her slide down, patting her on the shoulder.
"Not kissing your girl at midnight is bad luck," a guy says, and Eddie turns looking for the source. Is he talking to Eddie?
He lays eyes on the guy. Standing right behind them. He's gorgeous, with a girl hanging on his arm. Pressed close, like she's freezing to death. It's not that cold out here.
Eddie chuckles, "That's not the tree I bark up. That's not the tree she barks up either. If you get my drift."
Eddie likes to make straight men uncomfortable. It's a fun hobby, only this guy doesn't sneer. Doesn't move to get further away from him, no, instead he elbows his girlfriend. Hissing towards her, "Rob, Rob, are you listening? She likes girls. I told you."
He's trying to shake her off his arm, trying to nudge her away from him and up closer to Chrissy who's too busy clapping and dancing to the hard rock version of Auld Lang Syne that's being played to to pay any attention to any of them. Okay, Eddie's misread this situation.
Eddie grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her, voice raised to be heard, "Chris! This is Rob. Two boy names for two pretty girls. What a coincidence!"
Chrissy laughs, "I'm Chrissy."
"Robin," Robin says, introducing herself. Oh, this girl is all heart-eyes. Eddie's amused. Chrissy may eat her alive.
"Want a new year's kiss for luck?" Chrissy asks, and Robin looks like she wants nothing more, nodding.
Eddie takes a step back, and much as that's possible, switching spots with Robin, basically. Good for them. There's something magical about a spontaneous connection with a stranger in a crowd.
"You're a good wingman," Eddie says, looking over at the guy, and the guy laughs.
"I try," he says, "I'm Steve."
He offers Eddie his hand, and Eddie takes it. As soon as they touch, it feels like lightning rolling up Eddie's spine. He swears his hair all stands on end. It's fucking bizarre. Unreal. Nothing like that has ever happened to him before, and he's shook the hands of lots of men.
He's fucked lots of men.
But he feels like a live wire touching this one.
"Eddie," Eddie chokes out. Fuck. This guy. What is happening right now?
"For luck?" Steve says, hand moving up to Eddie's cheek, fingertips brushing gently.
Eddie can only nod.
When Steve kisses him, his lips are soft, warm, and when he seeks entrance into Eddie's mouth, Eddie allows it. He feels weak at the knees. Like, literally. He just thought that was a stupid thing people say. Hyperbole. But no. His knees are actually weak.
He's swooning. He's fucking swooning like a virgin maiden.
And honestly? He's okay with that.
Because with Steve kissing him, Eddie is certain this is finally gonna be his year. If this is how it's starting, anything is possible. Holy shit.
Steve pulls back, licking his lips, but still holding Eddie close. Not letting him go. Eddie hopes he never lets him go.
"Hi," Steve says, leaning forward again, nuzzling his nose against Eddie's. It's a great nose. Everything about him is great. Perfect, really.
"Hi," Eddie repeats, and slides his arms around Steve's body under his coat. He's so warm under it, and Eddie squeezes him, pulling him close. Dipping low. Hugging him. Pressing his face into Steve's chest. He smells so good. "Are you real?"
"Last I checked," Steve says with a laugh, and his voice rumbles against Eddie's ear that's pressed to his chest.
Eddie works his hands under Steve's shirt to touch his bare back, and he jumps, laughing, "Damn, you've got cold hands."
He's laughing, though, not trying to get Eddie to back off.
"Sorry, I'll have to warm them up," Eddie says, and in a burst of forwardness they'll certainly laugh about for years to come, Eddie slides his hand down the back of Steve's jeans, cold hand cupping his bare ass under his underwear.
Steve kisses him again, and Eddie squeezes the handful he's helped himself to, right here on the crowded street. Sure, nobody can see under Steve's coat, the it still sends a thrill through him.
When they finally part, Steve's looking at him, smiling, like he doesn't find Eddie weird at all.
"I have a hotel room right there. If you're interested," Steve offers.
eddie: i remember when the school sent home letters that girls skirts and shorts were too short and it was distracting, i remember reading that and being like...
eddie: distracting? it's not distracting, what are you talking about?
chrissy: *laughing in the background*
eddie: and then, like, steve harrington wore like a white little wife-beater tank top to homeroom and i was like "ohhhh! it's distracting!"
Hi!! I’m so excited to announce the Platonic Soulmates Mini Bang!
This is an event dedicated to our favorite duo, Stobin, and their what-could-have-been counterparts, Hellcheer! These are platonic soulmates for this event. Create for one or, even better, have the duos interacting!
