#CheerScoops

[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.

[williamprattz]

#Movie Night @ Harringtons

[rogueddie]

Steve and Chrissy meet by chance, bumping into each other in the hall between classes, but Steve notices that she looks sad. He seeks her out after school, offering a ride home- something that becomes tradition, as she slowly warms up to him.

[fuctacles]

The day Eddie quit his job

Me: it would be fun to mix this months microfic prompt with last years Me: hey I don't have anything for rarepair *proceeds to write CheerScoops for STEDDIEmicrofic prompts*

ANYWAY

for @stevieweek Day 7: Rare Pair + sapphic (+ one + pool) | M | 1111 | Stevie/Chrissy &Eddie, mentioned Chrissy/Eddie | open relationship, streamer!Stevie, FanslyModel!Chrissy, friends with benefits (?) lots of wiggle room for interpretation, CHAT FIC

Short stream, big announcement!

elderning: is it time????

beatred: Cheer100 this better be about the pool stream

"Chat, chat, calm down, it is about the pool stream." Stevie is rolling her eyes as soon as she appears on the screen. "I had a nice speech prepared and you're ruining it." She frowns, pouting her full lips. "Can you stop yapping for five seconds and let me speak?"

bimbothelotrguy: No yapping

ballstothewall007: Proceed queen

bimbothelotrguy: :x

"So, we recently hit one million subscribers on YouTube, which, thank you so fucking much, holy shit!" She grins. "And, true to my word, I'll be doing a pool stream as promised. Don't know when yet, but stay tuned, I'll give you a heads-up. And thank you again, though I know you had ulterior motives." She smirks at the camera.

mojito_chan: ulterior motives?? us??

mojito_chan: must have mistaken us with a different chat

bimbothelotrguy: BADONKERS

powerdrill1000: message deleted by a moderator

"Yeah, exactly," she snorts. "Okay, I don't have much time today, but there's this one game I want to check out and we can talk out the details while we're at it."

MasterOfChatters: I have a bad feeling about this

Stevie looks at her chat, and smiles.

"Are you high again, Master?"

MasterOfChatters: would you fire me if I was?

"No!" she laughs.

MasterOfChatters: then yes

She leans close to the mic.

"There's someone in your house, Eddie."

MasterOfChatters: FUCK OFF

big stream big surprise!

beatred: oh

bilbothebimbo: oh no

mojito_chan: I mean...

Stevie's not there yet, but they can see the set-up for today's stream. The pool behind SailorSteph's house is right there. Still behind her house. Still behind the glass door. Behind a huge inflatable pool full of colorful plastic balls.

ballstothewall007: is there at least some water in there?

footjoblover: -slow clap- well played

MasterOfChatters: STEPH YOU MINX

MasterOfChatters: KNEW YOU WERE COOKING SOMETHING

MasterOfChatters: @footjoblover nice nick

SailorSteph: @MasterOfChatters oh I'm not done cooking

footjoblover: @MasterOfChatters thank you good sir

The chat starts flooding after her brief appearance, and her moderator has to put it in slow mode.

"Chat, I'm coming! Calm down!" the microphone picks her up from somewhere in the house, and soon she appears in the camera's view. Her outfit is skimpier than usual, with a tiny crop top and bootcut shorts. She's holding a colourful drink and she steps into the ball pit to settle down.

footjoblover: F E E T

MasterOfChatters: @footjoblover I'll let it slide this once

She sips on her drink while adjusting the stream settings.

"I know some of you might be disappointed..." She skims over the chat briefly. "Yeah, I'm not sorry about that. If you didn't see it coming it means you're new here. Anyway, since you're not getting your softcore fix, I have another surprise for you big babies. We're having a guest today."

ggiirrllss: is it ChiChi???

prawncocktail: please be cheerscoops

bimbothelotrguy: oooo a collab?

elderning: if it's a secret boyfriend announcement imma kms

thepizzaguy: is your hot mod visiting? owo

MasterOfChatters: @thepizzaguy nope, still in my basement. thank you though

bimbothelotrguy: @thepizzaguy boooo sucking up to the mod

MasterOfChatters: @bimbothelotrguy you're just angry you weren't first

bimbothelotrguy: @MasterOfChatters u got me there hot mod daddy

"I'd be angry that I'm playing into your guy's sick fantasies, and I've seen your fanfiction, okay?" She looks straight into the camera, leaning in, eyes squinting. "So don't even try denying. I know what you're thinking about. Anyway, I would be angry if she wasn't such a genuinely lovely person. And she agreed to play with me today."

prawncocktail: SHE

bimbothelotrguy: chichi???

prawncocktail: please be chichi please be chichi please

"Come on babe, don't be shy." Stevie smiles at someone off-camera, and then stands up to help them step into the pool.

"You know, chat..." The mic picks up a new voice. "I've actually been lied to as well, and I flew in here with a bag full of swimsuits." The girl pouts and when she sits down you can indeed see she's wearing a bikini with a kimono-cut short robe thrown over it.

"I didn't lie, you all just assumed pool means water." Stevie rolls her eyes. "Besides, we can still go take a dip later." She sends a suggestive smile to the girl on her left, who takes a sip of her drink and wiggles her eyebrows with a smile.

"I think we broke your chat," she points out. Stevie turns to one of her monitors to see what's happening.

Among the slew of emotes, only her mod's messages can be seen.

MasterOfChatters: CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK

MasterOfChatters: YOU SAID YOU'RE VISITING YOUR MOM

Chrissy, aka CheerCheer or ChiChi, as she's known online, stirs her drink slowly.

"No, I said I'm visiting Mommy." She grins, throwing her long, bare legs over Stevie's lap. Stevie smiles brightly and her mod, who's also Chrissy's boyfriend, knows it's directed at him.

MasterOfChatters: I'm

MasterOfChatters: appaled. speechless. mad.

MasterOfChatters: and so glad I put these fuckers in emote-only

MasterOfChatters: iF ANY OF YOU EVEN SUGGESTS A THREESOME I'M TIMING YOU OUT FOR 24H

emote-only mode is off

footjoblover: message deleted by a moderator

MasterOfChatters: OR A FOURSOME OR IS JUST NASTY IN GENERAL

milkpudding: message deleted by a moderator

milkpudding: I need fanart refs

MasterOfChatters: @milkpudding THIN ICE

Chrissy, unfazed, turns to Stevie.

"One hundred?"

"I'd do it for free." Stevie gives her the most charming smile while idly stroking up her shin. It finally makes Chrissy blush.

MasterOfChatters: GODDAMNIT CHRIS

MasterOfChatters: ENABLERS

MasterOfChatters: @SailorSteph UNMOD ME PLEASE I CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS

milkpudding sent $100

"Well," Stevie shrugs, already leaning in. "A hundred dollars is a hundred dollars, right?"

"Right," Chrissy says softly, parting her lips for the other girl to slot into.

The kiss is sweet and chaste, Stevie's hand squeezing briefly her knee before caressing her cheek and letting go. She smiles at her, pecks her nose, and turns back to the camera.

"Hope you got your money's worth, milkpudding. Thank you for the one hundred." She smiles sweetly.

milkpudding: yes thank you!!!

milkpudding: see you in #fanart on discord later! teheheh

prawncocktail shared a clip: CHEERSCOOPS IS REAL

"Should we tell them now?" They share a thoughtful look. Chrissy shrugs.

"Better get this out now before Eds gets a heart attack."

MasterOfChatters: ?????????

"We made something for Chrissy's socials too," Stevie starts, playing with the hem of her friend's robe. "We can't link it here, but keep an eye out in Discord and her Fansly." She smiles at her with mischief before looking back to the chat to see the chaos they've surely created.

emote-only mode is on

MasterOfChatters: GODDAMNIT GIRLS 

[piastrinorris]

RJ'S SPOTIFY WRAPPED GIF MEME 2023 → cheerscoops + 27: fantasy by mariah carey

[cheerscoopscentral]

Steve spots a familiar face on his drive home.

[resident-gay-bitch]

(romantic ships)

please reblog for a bigger sample size <3

[teddylobo]

Call out my name I will find you If you’re reeling I will find you Your burdens lifted now they are mine

a song for the birds - eisley

[imthursdaysyme]

Mwah

[vinnymauro]

CHEERSCOOPS WEEK 2023 day five: tropes

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: *looking at Steve and Chrissy* I can't be in love with two people! I only have one nipple! . . . Okay, they're looking at me. . .

Mike: You said your thoughts outloud again.

Eddie: *shrieks* Goddamnit!

Mike: You want me to tell them you left the country?

Eddie: *already getting up* That'd be great, thanks!

[williamprattz]

saw new grace photo and couldn’t help but think of this au; chrissy family video employee

[rogueddie]

nonbinary Steve who doesn't feel like he is allowed to identify with anything other than Man™ bc he enjoys masculine things and presenting in a more masculine way

🤝

nonbinary Chrissy who doesn't feel like she can use masculine words bc she doesn't think anyone will take her seriously bc of how she looks and dresses

[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."

[piastrinorris]

@cheerscoopscentral's cheerscoops week 2023 | day 3: cheerscoops as...

...texts + the cheesiest pick-up lines i could find from r/tinder

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Day 25: Your Choice for @harringrovekinktober My choice? Threesome with Chrissy!

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It’s late and the party died a while ago, leaving the Harrington house an empty mess, but Billy’s far from tired.

The party wasn’t like they used to be — it wasn’t quite a rager, but something close to it. Full of old and new friends, laughter and dancing to song after song, drinking and smoking. Typical shit.

What wasn’t typical, however, was Chrissy showing up without Jason.

“We broke up,” she slurred softly when Billy found her with Heather in the backyard, “He’s…too much.”

Yeah, well. Everyone knew that.

So, he’d brushed his thumb across her cheek and said, “Plenty of fish in the sea, Chriss.”

Because they were friendly like that.

Even though he wouldn’t call the flush of heat he felt friendly when she looked up at him with those wide doe eyes, leaning into his touch.

Desperate for touch. Maybe a rebound.

And if he wasn’t involved with Steve, maybe he would’ve. He wanted to. Chrissy was his type: pretty, athletic, kinda tragic. He’s always had a soft spot for her, even before he and Steve got together all those months ago.

But, he wouldn’t fuck around on his pretty boy. No, Steve loved him — like, truly loved him. Flaws and all.

So, he’d pulled his hand away and gave her a smile before leaving to grab the two girls a drink.

Hours have passed since then and Billy can’t forget the glances Chrissy gave him throughout the night. Curious little looks, sometimes admiring his arms and chest where the front of his shirt draped open. The same open window Steve had slipped his hand inside when they’d disappeared for ten minutes, into the bathroom in the basement, sucking on his pretty boy’s tongue and dick until they stumbled back.

Chrissy had seen them then, too, with an understanding look on her face.

And Billy had been sure that would be it. She wouldn’t tell a soul.

But, now, as makes his way into the backyard through the kitchen, he spots his boyfriend with a lap full of Chrissy in one of the plastic recliners, the two of them talking quietly.

There’s a kick of jealousy in his gut for a second, until he approaches them and they both look to him with matching doe eyes — one blue and the other brown.

The hot flare of jealously suddenly smothers itself into an ember of affection. They look cozy, all cuddled up like that. And maybe it’s the weed making his brain fuzzy, or the alcohol that makes his tongue a little loose, but he purrs, “You two look good together.”

It makes Chrissy blush, the colour pretty on her face, while Steve smirks up at him.

Like he knows.

“You think so?” Steve hums, sliding his arms around Chrissy’s hips and pulling her even closer to him, still staring up his boyfriend.

Chrissy smiles a little shyly, leaning into Steve, glancing up at Billy.

“Yeah,” Billy hums, feeling his lips pull into a smirk as he taunts, “You hitting on my boyfriend, Chriss?”

“No, we’re just talking.” She says softly, but her pretty mouth twists a little, like she’s lying.

“That’s too bad.” Billy sighs, plopping himself down onto the recliner next to them, spreading his thighs and running the tip of his tongue along his teeth as he watches Steve’s hand grasp her bare thigh, his fingertips digging in gently.

She squirms, a little, her bright eyes trained on Billy as Steve rests his chin on her shoulder, whispering something that Billy can’t hear.

It makes Chrissy blush, though, and she’s so pretty as she does.

“Why…why’s it too bad?” She asks him, her hands gripping Steve’s shirt just a little, her knuckles pink and pale.

She knows why. Steve knows why. They also know that if either Steve or Billy didn’t want her in Steve’s lap, she wouldn’t be there.

But, subtleties won’t do here. So, he drags his gaze down her body, slow like syrup, taking in her plain white shirt and pastel checkered skirt and the pink cardigan draping over her small frame, and then back up to her face — which is almost red now.

Licking his lips, he says, “Cause I was kinda hoping you’d kiss him.”

She looks between them, clearly unsure if she should, but Steve’s got that stupid soft, earnest smile on his face as he gives her a nod. “Maybe just a little one?” He hums, playful.

Her eyes fall to his mouth, her mind still weighing the options.

As if to encourage her, Steve mumbles, “It’s not like it’s our first time kissing, Chriss.”

It isn’t. Steve had told him about the time he and Chrissy had hooked up, just before she got with Jason. Billy hadn’t been sure what to be jealous of — the fact that Steve got a taste of Chrissy, or that Chrissy had got to Steve first.

But, now? He could have both of them. If they wanted.

The reminder of that night, not even two years ago, makes up her mind. Billy can see it in the way her eyelids flutter and she gently drags the pink of her tongue along her bottom lip, quickly wetting it. He wonders how wet she is now, with both of their attention on her.

Quietly, she leans in, and presses a kiss to Steve’s mouth.

It’s chaste, at first. Feeling it out. Making sure Billy won’t rip her off him and throw her into the pool.

But as Steve grips her bare thigh a little higher, that’s when she collapses into him, her lips parting as the kiss deepens, a quick flash of their tongues sliding together.

It pulls hot in Billy’s gut, makes him adjust the crotch of his jeans as he watches his boyfriend make out with their friend. It's not the first time they've shared a girl in bed - it was what they did before they finally got the balls to admit that they liked each another and finally fell into bed, just the two of them.

Chrissy pulls away after a bit, her eyes immediately going to Billy, half-lidded and curious.

Silently asking ‘is this okay’?

He gives her a nod and tilts his head a little, encouraging her.

She goes back for seconds, licking into Steve’s mouth with a soft sigh. It’s cute. He wants a taste, too.

As if reading his mind, Steve pulls away to whisper, “You wanna give Billy a kiss, too?”

To which she eagerly nods, clumsily crawling out of his lap like a newborn deer. Billy smirks and reaches his arms out to her, catching her as she falls into his lap with a soft laugh.

The laugh quiets as Billy puts a hand on the nape of her neck and pulls her into a kiss, claiming her mouth and humming at her quiet whimper. She tastes like peach schnapps, her perfume sweet in his nose, a tinge of hairspray there, too.

Her hands find his hair and she’s kissing back just as hard, sucking on his lower lip so perfectly it makes him groan.

He feels another pair of hands on him then, along his back and sides, and then a kiss to his neck. In his ear, Steve whispers in that familiar tone when he wants to fuck, “Wanna go upstairs.”

Chrissy pulls back, breathing a little harder as she looks at them both and asks, “All of us?”

“Yeah, doll,” Billy hums, sliding the heat of his palm up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt, “If you want. I don’t mind sharing Stevie with you.”

“Yes,” she whispers, want etched clearly across her face as she looks at the two of them, “Please, yes.”

Chuckling softly, he gives her thigh a little smack and says, “C’mon, then. Gotta take my princesses to bed.”

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It’s fucking unreal.

They’ve got Chrissy upstairs in Steve’s bed, in his ugly ass wallpapered room, laying back against the pillows as she asks, “Can I…watch you two makeout? For a bit?”

“Abso—” Steve starts, but Billy’s already pulling him in, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s like he always does, and tugs on his hair until Steve’s jaw drops with a moan. That’s when Billy slides his tongue into his pretty boy’s pretty mouth, tasting him with a moan, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling Steve against him.

Grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he feels how hard his boyfriend is, too.

Shifting his mouth down to Steve’s neck, he growls there, “You really got hard just from kissing a pretty girl, hm? What are you, a virgin?“ Because he can’t help himself, he can’t help the way he degrades Steve a little in bed, only because he know how much the other likes it. How often he’s cum from it.

Steve moans and bites back, “You got hard just from watching us kiss, I don’t think you’re one to talk—ah!”

Billy pulls his teeth away from his boyfriend’s neck and eyes him, satisfied with the blush Steve’s got on his face and how it’s bleeding down to his neck and chest, until their eyes meet and Billy smirks.

He looks to Chrissy on the bed, her eyes wide and lips parted, her hands gripping her skirt. His eyes linger there as his mind works, pulling away from Steve but grabbing his hand to lead him to the bed, his eyes still trained on her.

“I think I’m not the only one getting excited from watching people kiss,” he smirks, letting go of Steve’s hand so he can crawl onto the bed and hover over Chrissy, pinning her there with his gaze as he asks, “You wanna show me how wet you are, Chriss?”

Her breath stuttering, Chrissy pulls the hem of her skirt up as her thighs widen, revealing a pretty pair of pink panties, wet from her arousal.

The sight makes both boys swear under their breath.

🤍

They take turns spoiling her with their mouths - Steve licking the damp spot on her underwear while Billy kisses her pretty lips, the two of them slowly and carefully undressing her in turns, until she's got nothing but her socks on.

Billy brushes over the soft swell of her breasts, thumbing over her pink nipples and smiling at the way she moans into his mouth, gasping as Steve finally pulls the panties off her and slips his tongue between her folds, sucking gently at her clit.

"O-Oh," She whimpers, moaning again as Billy kisses down her neck and chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his boyfriend presses his tongue inside her, moaning in between Chrissy's thighs happily as she trembles, cums on his tongue with a gasped 'fuck'.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Billy murmurs into her skin, looking up at her and watching how she nods eagerly, their eyes meeting in the dim light as he mumbles, "You want Steve to fuck you?"

"God, yes," she breathes, pushing her hair back from her flushed face as she and Billy watch Steve rifle through his bedside table, pulling out a condom that he hasn't touched ever since he and Billy decided to forgo them.

Billy's glad he didn't throw them out like he had teased.

"Mm, look at that," Billy hums, his eyes taking in the way Steve rolls on the condom over his dick, the girth of him making Billy's mouth water. "You remember what he feels like?" He asks Chrissy, smoothing his hand down her stomach slowly.

"Might need a reminder," she whispers playfully, smiling up at Steve, who smiles back down at her in amusement.

He grips the base of his cock and gives her slit a playful little smack with the tip, swiping it through the mess of spit and excitement there just to hear her moan, before slowly pushing in - stretching her around him, impossibly tight.

"Oh, fuck, Chriss," Steve moans as he watches, Billy unable to help himself as he leans over to watch, too - and slide his hand further down to rub a gentle circle over her clit, listening to her shaky breaths and quiet gasps.

"He's fucking huge, yeah?" Billy smirks, flicking his gaze up to Steve, who looks down at him with his jaw dropped, managing a little smirk in return. He hears Chrissy's little 'mhm' as he pushes himself up, his mouth seeking out his boyfriend's, kissing him filthy as Steve moans.

He feels Chrissy's hand on his thigh, then - her nails gently digging into the muscle as he pulls away to look down at her and hum, "Yes?"

Her eyes, wet-lined from pleasure, look up at him as her hand reaches further and wraps around his dick, giving it a little stroke.

It's cute.

"You being greedy, sweetheart?" He teases with a grin, "Steve splitting you open isn't enough for you, hm? You want me, too?"

Her blush deepens and she shakes her head 'no', pauses, and then nods. "Wanna make you feel good, too," she says softly, thumbing over the tip and it takes his breath away a little.

"How considerate," he hums, pulling away from Steve - who had begun kissing his shoulder - and moves closer to her, "How do you want me, then?"

"Could...use my mouth," she suggests, licking her lips and Billy's eyes flick down to watch her do that, "Until Steve cums and then you can...have your turn."

She's gone tomato red with that, embarrassed, but it only makes Billy adore her. "You're dirtier than you lead on, aren't you?" He grins, "If you wanted us to take turns, maybe I should've invited Munson up, too?"

Chrissy fucking squeaks at that and yeah, Billy wishes he had, because she's clearly into it.

"C'mon, then," he says, looking to Steve, "Flip her over, baby."

She gasps as Steve pulls out and flips her over easily, Chrissy pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as Billy settles back against the headboard, gently pulling her in with smile as they all settle into their new positions - Steve grabbing her hips while Chrissy lowers herself to her elbows, Billy spreading his thighs for her to settle between.

He loves this. "Now I get to watch both of my princesses," he teases with a smirk, petting over Chrissy's hair gently as he looks to Steve, watching his pretty boy line himself up and push inside again - feeling Chrissy moan as she takes Billy into her mouth, eager and sloppy.

It's fucking heaven.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes as he watches Chrissy, her pink mouth stretched around him, "Such a good girl, taking both of us so well, aren't you?"

She whines around his dick and attempts a nod, looking up at him as she sucks and sucks.

"Fuck, she's so wet," Steve groans as he fucks into her, his fingertips digging into her pale skin, bruising, "Better than I remember." He chuckles softly, giving her a little smack on the ass that she moans at, soothing it with a rub right after.

"You hear that, sweetheart? You're driving him crazy," Billy chuckles softly, carefully pulling her hair back from her face and gathering it in one hand, "You want it harder, hm?"

Chrissy pulls off him just to rasp, "Please," before taking Billy back into her mouth.

She tries to blow him after that, but Steve grips her hips and quickens his thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room along with her moaning as she pulls off Billy's dick and presses her cheek into his thigh, her brows pinched as she takes Steve's dick, whimpering and begging with soft 'please's under her breath.

Billy can't look away - he wishes he had a fucking camera, they both look so beautiful like this, flushed and panting, fucking just for him.

As if it couldn't get any better, Chrissy gasps, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum--" and bites Billy's thigh, which makes him groan as he locks eyes with his boyfriend, seeing that familiar face Steve makes when he cums, so gorgeous.

"Fuck," Billy breathes, letting go of Chrissy's hair so he can pet it instead, watching his boyfriend pull out and he eyes the condom, spots the cum inside and licks his lips. What a waste.

"C'mon, Chriss, on your back," Billy instructs as he and Steve put her on her back, the girl groaning softly in relief as she stretches there, smiling, all too pleased with herself.

"You okay?" Steve asks her as Billy crawls over to him, the two of them kissing and mumbling their own little check-ins while Chrissy hums a soft 'mhm'.

"Although," she mutters, her eyes down at his cock, "Billy's still hard..."

Billy looks over his shoulder at her, smirking again, "Greedy little girl," he teases, "Don't forget, it's my turn."

Steve flops down next to Chrissy on the bed with a huff of amusement while Billy crawls between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees and spreading them - just so he can see the state of her pussy, puffy and pink, wet and messy.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last," he admits with a chuckle, lowering his mouth to swipe the flat of his tongue through the slick of her folds and up into the coarse hair that matches the strawberry blonde of her hair, groaning at the scent and taste of her - musky and salty.

He hears her whimper again, feels her squirm, and the bed dips as Steve leans over her to whisper 'this okay?' and connect their lips again after she nods.

Billy takes his time, eats her out like she deserves because he's pretty sure Jason probably didn't, until she's shaking apart under his mouth and pushing his head away with a gasp of his name.

"Jesus, Billy," she gasps with a disbelieving smile, "You two are gonna kill me..."

"That's kind of the point," Steve hums, nosing at her jaw, his eyes meeting Billy's then, "Your turn, baby."

"I know, I'm just trying not to fucking cum right now," Billy says pointedly, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab one of the condoms from the pack, his dick aching at this point.

But, it doesn't stop him. He rolls the condom on and lines himself up, doesn't bother to play and tease like his boyfriend did because he's so fucking close, but the tight, wet heat of her makes him stop and he forces himself to think about other things, closing his eyes to think about anything but her or Steve or how they looked earlier--

He reaches down and grips the base of his cock, pants a quiet breath as he stops himself from cumming, so desperate for it but he's not going to cum like a virgin -- he's not even buried deep yet.

When he opens his eyes, he sees the delighted look on Chrissy's face as the pleased one on Steve's, both of them looking up at him knowingly.

"Shut up," he sighs, feeling a smile pull on his own lips as he pulls out and looks at Steve, demanding, "C'mon, baby, taste her on me. I know you wanna."

"It's not really on you if there's a condom," Steve bitches softly as he crawls over, lowering his mouth take Billy in it, groaning at the familiar weight and feel as he sucks the taste of Chrissy off the condom.

It's fucking hot and definitely not helping Billy's situation, so he pushes his boyfriend away with a huff of 'enough' and watches his smug ass pretty boy settle back down next to Chrissy.

Grabbing her hips, Billy hauls her up into his lap a little lines himself up again, gripping her thighs as he pushes in, deeper and deeper until she's arching her back a little and moaning, clenching around him tight.

"Play with her clit, Stevie," Billy breathes, "Suck on her pretty tits, too - I wanna make her cum again."

A soft mewl is what he gets from her, and a look of disbelief, but her face twists into pleasure as Steve does as he's told and he rubs at her sensitive clit again, his mouth going to her chest as she cries out, bucking her hips as Billy drives into her, unrelenting as he watches the two of them again.

"Oh, oh, shit," she gasps, "I'm--I'm--"

She tenses, nearly stop breathing, as she cums around him and Steve rubs at her clit, a small splash of wet coating them and the bedding as they fuck her through her orgasm, until she's begging them to stop and Steve pulls his hand away as Billy pulls out, panting as he look down and watches her squirt again, spilling onto the sheets.

"Oh--my god, I'm sorry," she breathes, embarrassed and still trembling, but Steve's quick to shush her with a kiss, pulling away to murmur, "That was so hot, Chriss, holy fuck..."

She looks to Billy, her eyes wide and imploring, and he nods in agreement, "Stevie's right, that was hot as fuck."

Soothed, she nods and relaxes, her lips trembling gently as she eyes the ceiling, letting Steve pet over her body and kiss at her cheek while Billy ties off his condom and tosses it towards the garbage bin in the corner.

"My princesses need anything?" He asks gently, watching the two of them from where he's standing beside the bed, hearing Steve's request for a cloth and Chrissy's request for some water.

With a nod, he grabs both of those and returns, cleaning both of them up carefully while Chrissy sips her water and Steve steals some, handing it to Billy, who finishes it and sets the empty glass on the nightstand.

Settling back into bed, on the other side of Chrissy, he smiles down at her and presses a kiss to her forehead before pulling Steve over to give him one, too.

After a moment, Chrissy clears her throat and starts to say, "I should g--"

But, Billy throws his leg over her to stop her and Steve quickly says, "You don't have to go, Chriss -- you can sleep over with us. Billy will make us breakfast in the morning."

"Why are you volunteering my cooking?" Billy grins, as if he wasn't already planning on doing just that.

Steve shrugs with a smirk, feeling Chrissy relax into the bed again, "You like spoiling me, and you clearly like spoiling her, so...it only makes sense."

"Mm," Billy hums, looking at her again with a soft smile, "How's that sound?"

And on Chrissy's face is a sweet little smile, maybe even relief, as she murmurs, "Sounds perfect."