#they're going to fuss over him like a pair of mother hens

[mistysharks]

Five times Steve walked in on Eddie and Chrissy (and one time they walked in on him)

Read on Ao3 Rating:M Pairing: Hellcheer + Stedissy (preslash)

1.

The first time it happens, nobody is to blame. Not really.

They're minutes away from their final showdown with Vecna, dressed in the finest battlegear the army surplus can provide, and for the first time since all of this started, Eddie and Chrissy are alone.

She's the one to take the initiative, getting up on her tiptoes, cradling Eddie's face with a hopeful look. And listen, though a stolen RV has never been on Eddie's list of top five making out spots, he is not letting this opportunity slip him by. He meets her half way, hopes that his breath isn't as disgusting as he imagines, and finally, finally, he catches her lips in his.

It is meant to be a kiss for luck, perhaps a promise of more, later, if there is to be such a thing as later. With a hitched breath and a fist in his shirt, though, Chrissy quickly turns up the heat.

It's definitely fueled by the adrenaline of the looming danger, as well as the days they've just spent circling each other, quick touches and searching looks finally reaching its apex in soft gasps and little moans as Eddies confidence builds and he lets himself be just a little bit greedy, a little bit pushy, pulling her bottom lip in between his and biting down. If the noise she makes is anything to go by, Chrissy does not mind that in the slightest and Eddie has just enough time to think how the hell did I get this lucky before-

Before the door to the RV opens, followed by a very surprised looking Steve Harrington, arms full of molotov cocktails, makeshift spears and god knows what else. There is a brief moment of frozen confusion, followed by a loud squeak from Chrissy as she hides her face against Eddies chest, and an awkward laugh from Eddie himself, before Steve finally turns on his tail with a mouthed ”sorry” over the shoulder before he shimmy's the door back closed with his hip.

As fist kisses go, though, Eddie still thinks it was pretty fucking fantastic.

2.

The second time, however, it just might be Eddie's fault.

The thing is – he's only just out of the hospital, battered and bruised but back on his feet, finally , and Chrissy is a god-damned dream in her oversized jumper, biting her lip and asking if maybe they can do this thing in like, a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of way, and jesus, he's only a human man, all right?

You can't really blame him for forgetting the fact that Steve is still right outside, grabbing their bags from the car. And it's Chrissy, actually, that encourages them down on the sofa, straddling him in that suddenly-confident way that he still isn't quite used to from her, but loves.

And... yeah, maybe he loses track of anything and everything for a moment, letting his hand snake up her shirt to cop, just like, a smidgeon of a feel in the exact same moment that Steve clears his throat from the very much still open (oops) trailer doorway...

So yeah, maybe, totally, absolutely Eddie's bad, that one.

Anyway...

3.

The third time it happens, they blame it on the alcohol. Well, that, and the fact that Chrissy's parents absolutely hate Eddie, and Wayne has been... hovering a bit since the whole near-death thing, so alone time has been... hard to find, to say the least.

So when they get a little too tipsy during a barbeque at Steve's the upstairs bathroom starts looking more and more like the perfect solution to all their problems.

If they had been less drunk, they might have remembered that after everything, their merry party has developed a tendency to worry. Steve, especially, with his mother hen fussing and guard dog vigilance.

It would be sweet, really, if it hadn't manifested in a knock on the door at the exact moment Eddie gets his first, proper taste of Chrissy. She's leaning on the sink, one of her legs up on his shoulder, fingers gripping onto the porcelain behind her, her breath hitching in surprise as he stills against her.

”Everyone ok in there?” Comes Steve's voice, soft and only slightly concerned and Eddie... Eddie should answer. Should pull his face away from between her legs, make some excuse since he is the less compromised of the two of them, and let Steve be on his merry way.

Buut...the thing most people forget about Eddie is that he's kind of an asshole, when it comes down to it. And he really, really doesn't want to stop. So, he doesn't do any of that. Instead, he pushes a little closer, lets his tongue move again, tentatively, leaving some room for Chrissy to pull him off, but no protest comes. In fact, she tightens her grip keeping him in place and – fuck, he likes her so much.

After a moment of almost-silence, the knock comes again.

”Guys?”

”Fine!” Chrissy answers, a little too loud, as Eddie pushes his tongue lower, dipping inside. ”Totally- totally fine. Be- ah- be down in a minute!”

There's a moment of silence on the other side as Steve's tipsy mind must be processing, before..

”Oh my god, really?” He says, and Eddie can hear his eye roll through the goddamn door. Steve leaves after that though, with a muttered ”All right, all right, have fun I guess” but to be honest, Eddie's kind of stopped listening.

And Chrissy? Well, she's not complaining.

4.

The fourth time it happens, it is absolutely Chrissy's fault.

Because Eddie's determined to be good, ok? Sexual frustration and the lack of privacy be damned, Steve let them stay over out of the goodness of his heart. Which means no funny business in his guestroom. Because they're friends now, and friends don't have sex in their friends beds, right? That's.. bro code, or whatever.

What he hasn't accounted for, of course, is Chrissy. With her wandering hands and inviting lips and absolutely filthy whispers - Jesus H Chris t- and Eddie's morning wood is right there Ok?

What is he supposed to do, tell Chrissy no, I don't think I would like a blowjob today, thank you very much? Yeah, no chance.

Thank god for Steve's giant, fluffy comforter being able to obscure most of what was happening below it though, because of course theyve barely gotten started when the man himself casually sticks his head through the door.

”Hey guys, I'm gonna have to clear out in a bit, gotta drive Robin to school” he says, casual as anything, toothbrush still in hand and Eddie.. Eddie's forgotten what a normal face is supposed to look like. In fact, now that he thinks about it, it is entirely possible that he's never made a normal face in his life.

Meanwhile, though she's mercifully stopped the bobbing motion of her head, Chrissy's tongue is still very much actively moving on him and ah – this is revenge for the bathroom incident, isn't it? Shit.

”Yeah, uh, ok!” Eddie manages to bite out as her tongue swirls gently around the head of his dick ”be- be right there?” followed by what is probably the most deranged smile ever to grace his face, and … finger guns? Fuck .

”Cool. Robin made some waffles if you want to grab them on the way out,” Steve continues, voice still normal as he indicates with the toothbrush in the direction of the kitchen ”they're a bit burnt but still pretty good”

He retreats from the doorway after that, giving Eddie exactly a second of relief when he thinks that maybe, maybe they're in the clear, before Steve stops the door with his hand just as it is about to close, sending one last smirk Eddie's way.

”Oh, and don't last too long, will you? Don't want to be late.”

Aaah yeah, ok, he definitely knows.

In the end, Eddie gets there there embarassingly quickly, before spending the entire rest of the morning shovelling burnt waffles into his mouth because fuck if he's meeting anybody's eyes today.

5.

The fifth time, they are really fucking careful, ok? And... perhaps that is the problem.

He's convinced Wayne to head out for the night with his drinking buddies, and Chrissy's lied to her parents about staying over at Robins, and the walkie is turned off, the phone is unplugged, the door to the trailer is locked, and they are doing this.

By the end of the night, Eddie is going to be a virgin no more, or he is going to die trying. Which isn't a very romantic sentiment, sure, but it makes Chrissy laugh when he says it so...

And it starts off so well! A romantic pizza dinner (because fuck you and your enforced diets, Laura Cunningham), soft kisses on the counter, a movie half watched as they make out on the sofa, lazy kisses turning passionate as the tension builds.

They take their time removing each other's clothing, kissing scars and tattoos alike, giggling and gasping and breathing each other in, and …. It's perfect. So perfect that when she finally tells him she's ready, rising up on her knees before sinking down on him, inch by inch, it takes every ounce of his self restraint to stop him from blowing his load right then and there.

Slowly, they build up a rhythm, foreheads touching and hands entertwined and fuck- Eddie thinks that maybe death is on the table after all because jesus christ- and then-

And then a voice emerges from just outside the trailer, causing both of them to freeze mid-motion.

”I bet he's just asleep or something, Jesus Henderson, calm down-” it's Steve's voice. Of course it's Steve's voice. Followed by the unmistakable jingling of keys in the door and suddenly Eddie remembers, with startling clarity, that he's given his spare keys to Steve. In case of emergencies. Like perhaps if one of them went awol and... unplugged their phone. Ahh Shit.

In the seconds they have before the door opens, they manage to share a look, both horribly aware that there is no way in hell they're going to get out of this situation in a dignified manner – at least Chrissy's skirt is covering her somewhat – and then the door opens.

Outwards, thank fuck, and perhaps Steve had learnt something from all their previous... encounters, because he only opens it a smidgeon, sticking his head in, not leaving any room for any of the gaggle of children undoubtedly behind him to see. Eddie sends a quick prayer of thanks to god, satan, jesus, whoever is listening for that, and also for Steve, who takes one look at them – meeting Eddie's deer in the headlights look with his own identical one, before he slams the door shut.

”Steve what the hell?” Henderson exclaims, cut off by Steve's strangled sounding voice-

”DEAD RACOON”

”what?”

”There's a dead racoon in there. Could- could be a health hazard. Your parents would kill me if I let you close to it. Also, actually, haha, funny story I just remembered Eddie told me he was going to the hideout tonight- isn't that funny, totally slipped my mind-” he says it all in a loud, manic voice and Dustin is definitely not going to believe any of it but it seems to be enough to make them leave, thank god.

”...Fuck, we're going to owe him the biggest cake after this” Eddie whispers as their voices dissappear in the distance, leaning forward into Chrissy's shoulder, hands a little shaky with adrenaline. Her answering ” Yeah ” is a little weak, a little shaky too.

”You uh... wanna keep going?” He asks after a moment of silence because- he's still kind of inside of her and apparently his dick is still on board for some undoubtedly fucked-up reason and-

”Is it bad if I say that I do?” She says, looking embarrassed. Oh chrissy. A woman of his own heart.

”Not at all, sweetheart.” he says, smiling into her hair. ”not at all”

+1

They do bake him a cake. It's awful, the frosting is dry and cracked and Eddie should NOT have been in charge of the piping because he managed to spell ”Sorry” wrong, and who does that? 

He’s never showed up at the Harringtons unannounced before though, and when they reach the door he's worried, suddenly.

”What if his parents are home?” He says, hand hovering over the doorbell ”They definitely wouldn't be happy to see me ”

”I don't see a car?” Chrissy counters, clearly not as worried.

”Chrissy, he's got like, five garages.” He counters, which she admits is a fair point.

They spend a few more minutes going over their options - ”what if we leave the cake out here?” ”In the rain?” ”We could break into his bedroom?” ”you would break your neck climbing up” “hey-”

In the end, they decide the safest option is probably just to peek in through the living room window. This... turns out to be a bad idea. Because yeah, Steve's parents aren't home. Steve... very much is though. And he's clearly not expecting company.

In fact, the lights are down low, and if it wasn't for the light of the TV, Steve wouldn't be visible at all, where he's lying on the sofa. But he is. Lying on his back, his shirt tucked up to his armpits, his sweatpants pushed down just below his hips, and he's – He's touching himself, there's no doubt about that, one hand on his dick and the other in his hair as he arches, a little shiny with sweat, against the sofa and-

”Holy shit” It's chrissy's voice that says it, though he wholeheartedly agrees, and Eddie's just trying to reach out to stabilize himself, really, but the rain has made the windowsill slippery and all his other hand can reach is Chrissy and before he know it, they are both tumbling into the flowerbed, knocking one of the dead plants off of it pedestal, sending the pot crashing into the ground and them next to it, Chrissy's weight knocking the air out of him and for a moment, and he is sure he sees stars.

And then, the front door opens to reveal a flustered looking Steve squinting at them in the dark, clothes mercifully covering him properly now because Eddie's brain still hasn't decided where to file that image yet.

When he sees that it's them, a little muddy and a lot embarrassed, who are hanging out in his flower bed he relaxes visibly.

”What the hell, guys?” he says, but there’s not much fire behind the words.

”uh..” Eddie says intelligently.

”We can explain?” Chrissy says, gesturing vaguely where the bag containing the cake still sits on Steve's front porch. He bends over to pick it up while Eddie and Chrissy try to detangle themselves with minimum mud-transference (it goes poorly) and peers inside.

”So...ry for the Sex?” Steve reads out as he looks at the cake, brows furrowed .

”It was meant to say sorry you had to walk in on us in a delicate situation multiple times but...” Eddie shrugs at Chrissy as he pulls her up from the ground.

”It didn't fit” She fills in, and Steve sighs, shaking his head at them both before opening the door wider behind himself.

”Well, I guess this means we’re even. Come on, you might as well come in if we're gonna eat this thing”

And they do.

The next morning, Robin finds the cake, half eaten in Steve’s fridge, now only spelling out The Sex and asks a lot of pointed questions, none of which Steve is able to answer truthfully. She does figure out it has something to do with Eddie and Chrissy though, and gives them both the stink-eye for a week. Eddies… Not sure if they deserve it or not.

[windlion]

@aliciarosefantasy Kylin's time to get whumped (And not in a hallucination). I'd like to see how the iron triangle handle it, since he's always so tough and invincible. Fluffy friendships a must.

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Timeline, what timeline? :D I spent longer on this with the other sides of the Iron Triangle than I should have, but it was fun--  Merry Christmas!

They had no warning before the mountainside dropped beneath them.  Wu Xie yelled and tried to grab on to Pangzi as the ground shook out from under them, rocks and dirt cascading downwards.  He tried to keep his feet under him, pack to the mountainside as they tumbled down sharp shale, but it was too fast, too chaotic, as they went in seconds down what they'd spent all morning climbing up.  

He lost hold of Pangzi quickly, and it was all he could do to duck his head under his arms as they went through a series of scrub trees, sharp dry branches snapping and whipping across them.  Pangzi, however, wasn't done with him--Wu Xie came to an abrupt stop as Pangzi seized onto him in turn with a grunt of effort.  "Tianzhen?!"

Wu Xie could only wheeze in reply, the sudden blow from his pack straps having knocked the breath out of him, and reached up to try and pat Pangzi in reassurance even as more rocks and dirt rained down around them.  Wu Xie scrabbled to get his feet under him against the mountainside, helping take some of the strain.  Twisting, he could see Pangzi had managed to stop himself laying side-ways across several of the tree trunks, distributing the weight.  

As the rockslide slowed to a trickle, a cloud of dust still hanging over them, Wu Xie coughed and returned Pangzi's firm grasp to haul him back up into the thicket of scrub pines.  "Xiaoge?"

Pangzi shook his head, sitting back against the slope as he tried to brush dirt, rocks, and bits of tree off of him.  "Didn't see him.  You know our Xiaoge, though."

"You look like you've been through a wood chipper."

Pangzi grumbled, flicking a piece of dry-rotted bark at him.  "You would've looked like you went through a meat grinder if I didn't stop you from going over the ledge."

Wu Xie absently patted at his shoulder, leaning back to look up the cliffside.  "Aa, good catch."

Xiaoge had been scouting ahead of them, some ten to twenty meters further to the west.   And some . . . five to ten hundred meters up.   Dust still hung heavy in the air, a few shards of still falling here and there pinging their way down the mountainside.  Definitely not guaranteed to be stable.

Pangzi followed his gaze and scowled at the shale, echoing his thoughts, "That's going to be a bitch to climb again."  

"We might need another way up."  Hell, a solid sheer cliff face with ropes was better than this shifting mess.  He still had his climbing gear.  

Pangzi leaned back and yelled at the blue sky in outrage, "We weren't even in the tomb yet!"

That reminded him-- Wu Xie met Pangiz's eyes. "Someone was."

Pangzi's face contorted in a grimace as he reluctantly agreed. "Tianzhen, you are full of good news today."

"Hopefully they'll leave you something to blow up."  Wu Xie pushed his way back up to his feet, extending a hand.  "Come on, let's go find Xiaoge."

"Or he'll find us."

They'd forged along for nearly an hour, making slow zig-zagging progress uphill and west. They paused to tap out a question every five minutes or so, using a rock against the edge of a shovel so it would echo in the air.   The benefit to finding Xiaoge more quickly was worth the risk of alerting any sentries from the group that had beaten them.

Pangzi took a quick mouthful of water to wash down the dust while they waited and listened for a response. "You don't think he surfed all the way to the bottom, do you?"

Wu Xie shook his head.  "If anything, he'd stop far faster."  

But Xiaoge wouldn't have kept going without them, without being sure they were safe.  Wu Xie scanned the mountainside, feeling his guts twist with unease.  In theory all the grey shale uniformly coating the mountainside should have made an excellent backdrop to find one black-clad Zhang Qiling against.  In reality, Xiaoge was probably as covered in dust and ghost pale as Wu Xie and Pangzi.

"He might have fallen straight into the tomb.  They blew up the damn mountain right under us."

Wu Xie winced. "It's possible."

That would be one of the better options, really, because he had full faith Xiaoge could handle whoever or whatever the tomb could throw at them.  Because the alternative. . .

Pangzi hissed like a tea kettle, flinging the back of his hand into Wu Xie's chest, voice hushed and intent, "Look."

Wu Xie followed his finger pointing uphill, to where the hilt of an extremely familiar black and gold sword just barely jutted from the rock.  "Xiaoge?!"

They raced each other to the spot, Wu Xie winning by a scant meter.  The sword was indeed jammed straight into solid rock, providing a handhold for someone to crouch just in the lee of a ledge.  The problem was, there was no Xiaoge with it.  Pangzi worked to haul the sword free, grumbling about over-achievers, while Wu Xie searched for any signs of their friend.

Even looking, he almost tripped over him instead some five meters downhill, covered in a heap of shale.  Wu Xie cursed and dropped to his knees, digging frantically, sending more rocks cascading down.  Pangzi hurried to join him, helping Wu Xie pull Xiaoge up and free from the mess. Zhang Qiling was lighter than he should be as always, and unnaturally still.  Wu Xie hauled him close and hurriedly pressed his fingers to the man's neck, holding silent.  He breathed out in relief when he finally felt the pulse, slow, steady.  "He's alive."

Pangzi frisked the other man's limbs and body, checking for injury, reporting, "Nothing broken.  Doesn't look like anything that would put him out."

Wu Xie frowned down at the man's head in his lap, carefully sinking his hands into thick hair to feel along the man's skull, then winced as he displayed blood-covered fingers to Pangzi. "That would do it."

Pangzi hissed, patting the unconscious man's shoulder.  "Aiya. . . had to hit him in the weak spot."

Wu Xie probed along the edge of the injury, queasily glad to find that the bones didn't seem to shift under his hands, just a knot of swollen, tender tissue and hair matted with blood. "I think . . . maybe just a concussion, not a cracked skull."

Pangzi caught and held his eyes, worry matching his own.  That might be bad enough. Pangzi breathed out gustily, leaning forward to seize hold of Xiaoge's arms.  "All right, you get his pack.  Let's go find a place to make camp."

Wu Xie hesitated, then helped strip off the lighter pack before maneuvering Xiaoge onto Pangzi's back.  Xiaoge was alive.  They'd deal with whatever the fallout was when he woke up.  And if he'd forgotten them, well it wouldn't be the first time.

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Spell

Based on this by @sweetest-honeybee

Warnings: Violence, possession, blood, sympathetic deceit

Pairings: platonic dlamp, prinxiety, background logicality, platonic anxceit

Genre: Uhhhhhh

Summary: Something's wrong with Roman.

Notes: I started this ages ago.

It had started out normal enough, with them all going out to the Imagination to help and watch Roman on a quest. Patton even convinced Deceit to come with them, with promise of no Dragon Witch this time.

So that turned out to be a little bit of lie...alright, fine.

It was a pretty big lie.

Because now, Roman was standing with his arms outstretched protectively in front of them as he stared up at the Dragon Witch. Only, the witch didn't seem worried in the slightest. She cackled, a black mist surrounding her hands. The Dragon Witch waved her hands, then thrust them out towards Roman.

Patton clung to his boyfriend Logan, blue eyes wide. Deceit was backing up quickly and Virgil was ready to help fight if necessary.

He wasn't ready for the black mist to wrap around Roman and turn his eyes pure black. He wasn't prepared to have Roman tense up, then relax and turn around. And he definitely wasn't ready for Roman to start to pull out his sword with a wide but distant grin.

"Princey...?" Virgil said hesitantly, biting his lip.

"Virgillll~" Roman replied in a mocking, sing-song voice as he unsheathed his sword from it's place on his hip. "C'mere, let's talk~"

"Princey, what are you doing?" Virgil asked more urgently, backing up slowly. The prince followed. Instead of answering, he just hummed a tune and pointed his sword at Virgil.

"Creativity-?" Deceit cut himself off with a yelp as Roman swung the sword to point at him. "Woah- woah- Roman, put the sword away." He stuttered, stumbling back and directly into Patton. Roman's katana had always frightened him after being on the business end of it one too many times.

"Ro, kiddo, please put the sword down?" Patton spoke slowly and carefully, clinging onto Logan's arm. "There's no need to swing that sword around at us, buddy." Logan's eyes were wide behind his thick black frames, swallowing.

"P-Patton is correct, Roman." Logan bit his lip, glancing at Patton and stepping more in front of him with a protective look in his eyes. Roman still had that sickeningly calm and happy expression, dazed smile still present as he let his head tilt to the side.

Virgil took a step forward.

"Princey." Roman's gaze snapped to him, turning around again and slashing at him. Virgil jumped out of the way but still ended up with a cut in his side, bleeding onto the inside of his hoodie a bit. He ignored the sharp and sudden pain. "R-Roman."

Surprisingly enough, Roman did pause. Then he stepped forward, pressing the tip of the blade against Virgil's chest.

"Kill him." The Dragon Witch demanded.

"Roman, please." Virgil spoke, voice cracking a bit. Roman ignored him. Virgil felt like he was going to throw up but ignored it and leaned forward, the sword pressing harder against his chest. It would probably start to hurt if more pressure were applied.

"Do it." The Dragon Witch urged, grinning maliciously and showing off her sharp teeth. Roman's pure black eyes met Virgil's own and he felt tears well in his eyes at the coldness of his glare. "Do it."

"Roman." Virgil started to say as the sword pressed harder into him and broke the skin, hissing a bit at the pain. "Roman, it's Virgil. You remember, don't- don't you? Jack Smellington...? Hot- Hot Topic?" His voice shook and crack, but it hitched on 'Hot Topic.'

And he knows. He knows Logan and Deceit are keeping a trembling Patton from rushing forward and pulling Virgil away to safety. He knows they're trembling themselves. He knows this a dangerous game he's playing, but most of all, he knows this isn't Roman.

And Virgil wants Roman back.

"Shut up." Roman growls and Virgil almost whimpers, almost scurries off and runs and leaves the prince behind. But he doesn't, and he instead notices the hand clutching the sword is shaking ever so slightly.

"No. Roman, come on." Virgil looked up at Roman, determined to get through to him. The black mist that seemed to swirl around him was thinning. "You know me, Princey."

"You...you..." Roman faltered, lowering the sword slightly.

"What are you doing?" The Dragon Witch seemed to be getting slightly panicky as her plan was failing. "I said to kill him!" Roman scowled, raising his katana. Virgil took and chance and pushed the blade to the side. Luckily, the prince was still recovering from his falter so it wasn't hard to do.

Now for the risky part.

Virgil grabbed Roman's sash, getting on his tippy toes and kissing him; not exactly how he'd wanted his first kiss to go, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Besides it's not all that bad as Roman tensed then relaxed, his free hand pressing against the small of Virgil's back. He doesn't know whether to squeal at the fact that Roman's kissing him back or sob in relief that Roman's back. The reality of the situation came crashing over Virgil; He's kissing Roman in front of Patton, Logan, Deceit and a very pissed off Dragon Witch.

He quickly let go of the prince, stepping back hurriedly.

"Princey-" Virgil looked up and was met with slightly dazed and extremely confused brown eyes that made him pause for a moment. "Princey, Roman, turn around. Take care of the Dragon Witch and we'll talk about, uh, our relationship afterwards." He was unreasonably proud of himself for getting that out without stuttering and Roman blinked, grinned, nodded, and turned around, sword pointed at the angry foe.

The air was knocked out of Virgil's lungs as he was tackled to the ground by a familiar warmth.

"Kiddo! That was so brave!" Patton said excitedly in a hushed tone, getting off him and pulling Virgil to his feet. Virgil shrugged, exhausted despite not doing much physical work. Patton doesn't press him to speak as he lead him over to where the other two waited. Logan fussed over Virgil like a mother hen and Deceit just hugged him. He relaxed a bit at the familiar sounds of Roman fighting an enemy, the sword slicing through the air.

Roman was back, and he'd done it.

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