for @steddie-spooktober day 25 'Frankenstein Friday'" & day 24 'pumpkin' @stevieweek 'I don't know about this one...' and @steddiemicrofic October prompt, 'dress'
Rating T | 350 words | transfem!Steve, steddie, fluff, attempt at humour | no content warnings.
In the costume-hire store, Eddie and Robin were arguing over Eddie’s Frankenstein’s monster costume and make-up.
Stevie was browsing the racks. She’d already chosen a pumpkin outfit, from which her head poked like an orange turtle, capturing her vibe of late. Since switching gender in small-town Hawkins, she’d favoured baggy, neutral clothes.
Usually.
She pulled out a slinky, silky white dress labelled, “Bride of Frankenstein,” and scooted into the changing cubicle.
She ditched the ugly beehive wig, then shimmied into the mid-thigh-kissing halter-neck gown—damn, she’d need her padded bra. She twirled in front of the mirror: “Okay, I don’t know about this one. You can see my whole panty-line in it.”
While her ass looked great, the clingy fabric also rode up her crack. Not ideal to take kids trick-or-treating.
“Can we come in?” sang Robin. “Your boyfriend has finally accepted Mary Shelley’s monster was pus-yellow with no neck-bolt.”
Eddie slipped through the curtains and gaped, genuinely in need of his monster jaw-bandage: “Tell me you’re wearing that tonight?”
“In your dreams,” said Stevie.
In my dreams.
Later, after chaperoning, they hit the party trail. At the final stop, Eddie opened his van’s rear-door for Stevie. Her pumpkin suit didn’t fit in the front.
“You finished changing, Babe..? Wow!”
Stevie, wearing the white dress and lace-spiderweb stockings, took his hand and gracefully alighted. Their lingering kiss was inevitable, removing most of her lipstick and the remnants of his yellow face-paint. Eddie broke it and sighed: “It’s Chrissy’s no-costume chillout party, Babe. You can’t go in like—”
“I’m Stevie Harrington wearing a dress that’d terrify her mom. No costume.”
“Agree,” interjected Robin. “Bride of Frankenstein, my tits!”
She disappeared inside. Steve lifted her curling hair from her neck, whispering, “Don’t tell Robin or Chrissy, but I’m keeping the choker with the neck-bolt on.”
“Christ, you’re sexy.” Eddie nuzzled her throat, hands sliding to caress her butt. “No panty-line?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She smirked and leaned in, lips ghosting against Eddie’s ear: “You better get me out of this dress before midnight, or I might turn back into a pumpkin."
for @steddie-spooktober "witch" & @stevieweek "i don't know about this one..." prompt which i've altered quite a bit but used it twice so it kind of evens out, right???
E | 2568 | transfem!Steve (goes by Eve), witch!Steve, demon!Eddie, medieval fantasy, some arson and murder boyfriend vibes, magical srs, possible continuation, im sorry for all the lore | Ao3
more spooktober: "would you please stop trying to scare them?"
Eddie hated his job. Not only the human realm was much colder than Hell, but also, the Deal didn't always work. The success rate has been increasing each time, but it still pissed him off when nothing happened after he's been freezing his balls off for hours. He was starting to think all his fur was just decorative.
When he had arrived at Heimdall's, the guy threw him a skimpy tunic that barely covered his privates.
"Is this the only one you have? You can see my whole dick and balls in it," Eddie had complained, but beggars can't be choosers and all that.
He wraps the fabric tighter around himself when the next gust of air moves clouds away from the moon, making the pile of debris in the clearing visible. Time passes and Eddie waits impatiently, tapping his hooves against the ground, and idly picking stray grass blades from his tail. It seems like the pile moves a couple of times, but it's just the wind disturbing it.
A distant clock tower strikes midnight, and finally, the ash pile moves and keeps on moving, until a hand emerges. Eddie straightens up, his tail twitching in interest.
The ashes start breathing, the charred remains get knocked down and a coughing fit raises a dark cloud into the air. She'll be spitting soot for hours, but at least she's up now, another success for the statistics.
He decides to take pity on the poor girl and steps away from the fence he's been perched on, making room for his wings. With two good swats, the dirt is gone, leaving a slightly dirty, very naked woman in the middle of a charred circle.
He raises his eyebrows.
"These fucking perverts burnt you naked?"
She finally notices his presence, her red-rimmed eyes blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and stands up on shaky legs, still low on energy after her resurrection, barely maintaining her balance. Suddenly, Eddie doesn't seem to matter anymore, as her hands fly to her chest.
"What...?" she murmurs to herself.
Eddie tilts his head, watching the human with curiosity. Usually, the arrival of a demon gets a bigger fanfare, he's almost insulted, but he waits patiently. He already did for so long, and now he has something pretty to lay his eyes on for once. Witches usually came with ugly meat sacks, even after their resurrection.
"Where the fuck is my dick?!"
Ah, yes, that would explain it. The naked thing, too.
"Do you want it back?" Eddie asks because he's a demon with manners.
"No!" she protests immediately, eyes snapping up to him from observing her crotch. "No," she adds softer. "I like it like that." Her hand reaches down to inspect her new parts, so Eddie takes it upon himself to swat it away with his tail.
"Hey!"
He tsks, his long tongue slipping out to flick in a warning.
"Let's not put any more dirt in your holes, okay?" he berates her. Regretfully, he shrugs off the tunic he's been wearing and throws it at the girl. "For your modesty, m'lady."
She glowers at him but slips it over her head anyway. What was small for the demon, doesn't do much more for a human, especially not one with the curves that she has. She wrinkles her nose.
"Is there even a point? You can see my whole—"
Eddie slaps her hand preemptively.
"Hey! I wasn't even touching it!"
"Your hand was too close."
"No, it wasn't!"
Eddie rolls his eyes.
"Let's clean you up and then you can touch it all you want. You have a river in this ditch?" he asks, nose twitching in the air. He turns at the same time the witch points her hand.
"To the left of the village."
Eddie's eyes stray to the cluster of houses she seems determined not to look at.
"Do you have anyone left there?" he asks curiously.
"Not anymore," she scoffs, taking off towards the river.
Eddie has to follow her, he can't risk losing a witch, but an urge flares inside of him that he has to let loose. He claps his hands together and starts rubbing, sparks flying until a fire forms in his palm. He bounces it from one hand to another and nuzzles it with his finger, always happy to work with the little guys. When he feels the witch is watching him, he refocuses and whispers to it:
"Go, little one. Do your worst."
The flame flies off his palm, aided by a push from Eddie's phantom wings.
She doesn't ask, only eyes him curiously, but he pushes gently on her back to prompt her into walking along his side.
"It's gonna take a while," he says without any other explanation.
The walk isn't long, and soon she's handing over the tunic and dipping into the lazily flowing water, dark like ink but glittering with the reflection of stars above. The night sky is probably the only thing Eddie misses in the Underworld.
He sits on the plush grass, observing as the witch dunks under the surface and rubs her skin until it turns pink. It still contrasts with the water like it's made of the finest porcelain.
"I guess you're clean enough to explore now," he says as her movements slow down like she's already contemplating it. She must be, he can taste her curiosity from his spot on the river bank.
"You're gonna sit there and watch?" she glowers at him.
"Of course," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm a demon."
She huffs, but this time it sounds more amused. Her hand travels down her body.
"What's your name, witch?" Eddie asks, resting his chin on his hand.
"Stev—" she hesitates.
"Eve?" he picks up curiously. That would be hilarious.
She kind of nods, kind of shakes her head.
"I was Steven, then I went by Stevonne, but..."
"That's okay, take your time," Eddie reassures her. "This is your Rebirth, you can pick any name you like."
She hums, and he can see her hand making slow, circling movements under the water.
"I like Eve," she admits.
"Yeah?" Eddie perks up with a smile. "You can call me Eddie. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Eve."
She smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but her attention is pulled somewhere above Eddie's shoulder. The water starts glowing orange.
"Looks like the little guy is having fun," he hums, not looking around. The glow of fire looks better on Eve's skin anyway.
The river carries distant cries for help, a reminder that it's not just a big, pretty bonfire.
"Don't worry, he'll get them all," he says.
"I'm not worried," she assures quickly.
Eve's fixated on the fire consuming her village, her eyes full of awe and the reflection of flames. She's glowing in the now orange water and she looks gorgeous reflecting Eddie's carnage like that. She'll look breathtaking among hellfire.
"Maybe we could spare some," he wonders out loud with a lazy smile. She looks back at him. "So we can hunt them down later. The way they hunt my new favorite witch."
She smiles, mean and thrilled. He'll have to fight fang and claw to keep her.
"Maybe we could."
They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip.
"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration.
"It's way different from this angle," she complains.
Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk.
"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?"
Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.
"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it.
"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass.
Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid.
He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night.
Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away.
"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer.
Her eyes are still full of fire.
"Yes."
So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames.
They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.
Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance.
"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.
Eve blinks at him owlishly.
"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"
Eddie barks out a laugh.
"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes."
"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves.
He hums, caressing her side.
"Insane witches, apparently."
"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.
"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."
With every word, the pout on her face only grows.
"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it.
"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."
She pries her hand away and sits up.
"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"
Eddie frowns.
"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."
"Are you a common demon?"
"Yes," he nods.
"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on.
His frown deepens.
"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."
"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"
Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs.
"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."
Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information.
"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?"
Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.
"Yes."
"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously.
He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core.
"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."
"Huh."
The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.
"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement.
She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead.
"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"
Eddie considers it.
"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"
She lays back on the grass with a sigh.
"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."
Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.
"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits.
"Is it a pity thing, then?"
"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."
Eve smiles.
"Thank you."
He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss.
"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting.
"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both.
"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."
Written for @stevieweek Stevieween prompt “This is what you’re doing on Halloween?”
Rated M • Stevie/Eddie • female, confident, bisexual Stevie, platonic stobin, modern era, no UD, meet ugly, happy ending • wc 700
She hadn't really planned to be at the laundromat on Halloween night, it had just sort of happened. It was empty, everyone apparently joining in the festivities. But it was a Thursday this year. She worked tomorrow morning.
She was bored, though. Pulling up Robin in her phone to FaceTime, she got an immediate soured look on her face. "This is what you're doing on Halloween?"
Stevie rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom, I'm trying to get fucked this weekend and I needed to wash my mattress cover." She laughed as Robin made fake gagging noises at her.
"You're at work, not doing anything fun either," she reminded her.
"I guess. But everyone knows I live vicariously through your adventures. I hate the laundromat," Robin groaned dramatically.
"God forbid one night of my life is unglamorous, Bobbi," she laughed. "I'm bored, though."
Robin huffed at her fake pout, pretending to be annoyed but putting her phone on the holder that was just for these scenarios, so she could still work on her computer while gossiping with her friend.
"You know what else is unacceptable? Why can I deep throat dicks but I gag when I brush my tongue?"
Robin snorted so violently she sent herself into a coughing fit, doubled over out of sight. Stevie grinned and, enjoying wreaking havoc, continued. "Speaking of dicks," — there came a louder groan amongst the coughing — "Guys are always so into girls squirting, but they've never been the ones to actually get me to. It's only been girls."
Before Robin could catch her breath from the increased laugh/coughing, a man appeared around the corner from her.
"Uh, excuse me miss, but a-are these yours?"
They both looked down at the small scrap of red fabric in his hand. Her lace thong.
He continued, his face nearly as red as the underwear, "They were stuck in the dryer."
Stevie blinked, just realizing she hadn't heard this person come in and didn’t know how long he'd been listening to her inappropriate conversation.
But she had never been shy about these things. She smiled cheekily and flicked her hair over her shoulder, reaching out and feeling the roughness of his hand as she took her panties from him. "Oh, thank you…?"
He flicked his eyes over her quickly and she held back a grin.
"E-Eddie, I'm Eddie. I work here, I mean — I-I help the owner out sometimes, w-with the machines. I'm good with my hands." He winced, probably not meaning that to sound the way it did, especially with what he had just overheard.
"Is that so, Eddie?" Stevie purred, sliding closer.
He ran a hand through his own hair nervously, and she took her time looking him up and down. He was in some sort of work jumpsuit, with letters on a patch she didn't recognize. His hair was long and wavy, a little tangled and messy in a way that actually worked for him. It made her want to yank it. He had full lips and big brown button eyes. He was also quite a bit taller than her, which she definitely liked.
"I know that look," Robin called out from her phone. She'd forgotten about her. "Go ahead and ask for her number, buddy. Trust me, she's a sure thing."
"Hey!"
They both ignored her though, Eddie’s cheeks reddening.
“Better yet, ask her if she needs help putting the waterproof mattress cover back on her bed!”
Stevie quickly hung up on her alleged best friend. Leaning in again, she instead decided to go for broke. “So, Eddie.” He looked like he was about to swallow his tongue. “Tell me, what is your stance on chocolate chip pancakes?”
Eddie surprised her with a chuckle and a wry grin. “I have to say I am pro pancakes of any species.”
The diner down the road was just as empty, and she agreed to bring Eddie to her apartment when it was clear the waitress was trying to close but didn’t want to be rude.
He did end up helping to wrestle her mattress cover back on, and proved it wasn’t just girls who could put it to the test. Good with his hands, indeed.
Stevie-ween 2024 - Prompt Three : "It looks so realistic !" - 10.11.2024
Prompt One : "I don't know about this one, you can see my whole ____ in it." / Prompt Two : "This is what you're doing on Halloween ?"
Here's my little contribution to Stevie-ween by @stevieweek 😊💚💜
Prompt Three : "It looks so realistic !" - Stevie as Tatum Riley - 10.11.2024
I liked to imagine Stevie dressed like Tatum Riley in the first Scream movie, and being oblivious to seeing blood and tasting it because she thought some VFX blood was used for a prank.
Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens
AO3 post / Bluesky NSFW post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post
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.
So many good WIPs… but I'll go with Stevieween laundromat!
part one • female, confident, bi Stevie • platonic besties stobin • steddie endgame
"You know what else is unacceptable? Why can I deep throat dicks but I gag when I brush my tongue?"
Robin snorted so violently she sent herself into a coughing fit, doubled over out of sight. Stevie grinned and, enjoying wreaking havoc, continued. "Speaking of dicks," — there came a louder groan amongst the coughing — "Guys are always so into girls squirting, but they've never been the ones to actually get me to. It's only been girls."
She hadn't really planned to be at the laundromat on Halloween, it had just sort of happened. It was empty, everyone apparently joining in the festivities. But it was a Thursday this year. She worked tomorrow morning.
She was bored, though. Pulling up Robin in her phone to FaceTime she got an immediate soured look on her face. "This is what you're doing on Halloween?"
Stevie rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom, I'm trying to get fucked this weekend and I needed to wash my mattress cover." She laughed as Robin made fake gagging noises at her.
