#steve and chrissy and gareth

[xobelladonna]

au where steve, gareth, and chrissy are cousins. and when they were kids they had their own little garage band. made a whole debut album. to appease everyone it was a mix of metal, pop, and italian ballads.

one day gareth shows it to the boys and they just-- lose it. they show everyone. mike brings the tape to show nancy on the way home from school, lucas sneaks a copy to erica like its top secret information. dustin shows up to family video and shoves it at robin. steve hates it so much. and the worst part: they showed holly. and she became obsessed. everytime she gets into the car shes calling out 'play the dinosaur song!' she draws scenes from the song, always showing steve when he visits. she asks him all kinds of questions. "why are the dinosaurs in space?" "why are they fighting?" and steve is trying so hard to give her an answer that isnt "i dont know i wrote that when i was 7."

[scoops-aboy86]

Here’s an out of the ordinary career option for Steve: teppanyaki chef. You know, the guys at Japanese hibachi restaurants that do the whole show of cooking your food right there at a big grill on the table and tossing food into people’s mouths and flipping their cooking implements like it’s no big. 

Inspired largely by the fact that I had teppanyaki earlier this week and the chef, in addition to flipping eggs into his hat and then onto his spatula to break them, was making shrimp fried rice and spelled “I” with the shrimp, “❤️” with the rice, and “U” either the veg and egg. 

Just picture Steve, in the goofy tall hat that does even fewer favors for his hair than the Scoops hat, doing that with the same goofy grin on his face as during the lightsaber handshake bit.

Maybe rockstar Eddie comes in with the band and an entourage one night. He notices Steve making silly faces back and forth with Robin (one of the bartenders or a seating host or something) across the room, and thinks it’s cute. He joins in making silly faces at Steve, who is *delighted* and 100% starts doing it back because usually the customers are too wrapped up in their own lives to notice. 

Robin is a little annoyed that her work buddy has been co-opted for the night, but once she gets a better look at Eddie she just rolls her eyes and laughs under her breath because he is definitely Steve’s type. Then her eyes move a fraction to the left and she notices Corroded Coffin’s manager, Chrissy Cunningham, and immediately goes 😍 for the rest of their stay.

Steve is supposed to spread his attention equally around the table, and he sort of does, but Eddie definitely gets more food tossed in his mouth than anyone else. Maybe he brought a date (possibly a groupie, possibly just someone willing to put out for a celebrity, he’d just sort of shrugged like “okay, sure” when they attached themself to him) for the evening that he’s totally ignoring, because as far as he’s concerned no one else is as interesting as the pretty chef. The date gets visibly more grumpy, which the rest of the band definitely notices, but they all just sort of roll their eyes and sigh because Steve is definitely Eddie’s type, sorry friend, don’t know what to tell ya. Eventually the date gets up saying they’re going to the bathroom, but they take their coat. It takes Eddie, like, half an hour to notice. 

And Steve keeps doing those little flippy things, like with his ice cream scoop and the nail bat, all. The. Time. It’s not even a gimicky restaurant thing, he’s just Like That. He says he can do it with anything and Gareth immediately produces drumsticks (I have never met a drummer who did not have drumsticks on them at all times, often even when another pair has been confiscated), and Steve takes about three seconds to figure out how to twirl them like a pro. Eddie is already removing a ring to propose. Chrissy makes some sort of comment about being in the color guard for marching band (in addition to cheerleading) and speculating whether Steve could spin a saber or rifle and he’s so confident he could do it that Eddie is like, “When is your next break, that could be our honeymoon baby” because he is going to eat this man alive. 

Suffice it to say, Steve ends the night with his dick sucked and within a week he’s gotten Chrissy’s number for Robin, who he’s been talking up incessantly. A month later, he puts Gareth in touch with Will about some sort of artistic commission that Gareth wants, which eventually leads to Will finally ending his pining over Mike streak. 

Steve has to formally apologize to Jeff and Doug for not having any more single friends to introduce them to, but he promises to keep an eye out. In the meantime, have they ever tried Purple Palm Tree Delight? Because he knows a guy…

[kitchen-spoon]

Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.

He can’t find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.

When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.

That day comes but it isn’t a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.

Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddie’s curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet and…kind of charming? He might even be flirting?

Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steve’s stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didn’t like it why film a whole music video with it?

“Steve.” Eddie stops in front of him. “Look, I’m just gonna be blunt.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, “uh, yeah sure go for it.”

“Am I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?” Eddie asked.

All the air left Steve’s lungs, he couldn’t help the small wheeze that escaped him. “No you haven’t I- god Eddie.” Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.”

“Oh,” it was Eddie’s turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. “No delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.” He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. “And uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonight…if you’re interested?”

Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. “I’d love to.”

[undreaming-fanfiction]

The Corroded Coffin used to think they'd be the new Metallica or Judas Priest. But where their passion and hard work never lacked, their big break just never came.

What did come, however, was an unexpected change of their career path.

It started innocently enough - they went through yet another failed meeting with recording studios, they'd travelled pretty far and it was for nothing. Instead of going back to Hawkins and risking another one of Eddie's road rages, they decided to break into an abandoned house and drink their sorrows away.

That is, until their empty bottles started collecting themselves, something invisible touched Gareth's shoulder and the dusty floor started showing written messages.

Jeff wanted to flee. Gareth to faint. But Eddie and Freak just shrugged. Eddie gestured towards the approximate ghost location and said "by the power of I don't give a shit anymore, I compel you to sit down and stop it, we'll clean the bottles when we leave tomorrow."

The rattling stopped. There was a moment of silence when the Corroded Coffin actually thought it had worked, but then the ghost overcame its shock and physically threw Eddie, his bandmates and their things out.

They sat on the wet grass for a while and contemplated their whole exitence. Eddie was pretty shaken about the whole thing because he'd just managed to royally piss off a ghost and lived to tell the tale. But apart from absolutely terrifying...it was also fun?

And his friends seemed to think the same. Jeff patted his shoulder and said: "not bad for a first touch with the unknown, huh?"

They stayed in the area and tried again. They decided to tape over their promotional video - not so great, they had to admit after rewatching it - and started documenting their ghostly encounters. And maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was their interactions and personalities, but it worked. They showed some of their tapes to a local TV station and they got a cautious yes, more than they ever had with their music.

They got assigned a small crew, Fred with a camera and Chrissy for sound, wrote their own episodes and did plenty of research. And they got to try quite a lot of different approaches with their ghostly friends. Eddie was amazing at taunting the ghosts, making them appear if there were any present. Gareth had a wonderfully calming presence, managing to save the CC's ass several times. Jeff was the brains, he made sure they'd always know the history of the house and the probable identity of the ghost. And Freak decided to dabble in the occult sciences with a terrifying precision. There could never be enough salt in Eddie's van for all the circles he made.

It all went well until they learned of the Creel House in Hawkins. They went there, did their research and before entering the house, they ordered some pizza for dinner. They assumed it would be over by midnight, thinking it was just another sad story of an unresolved murder, but the ghost of Henry Creel was out for blood.

Oh, and he also controlled the spiders of the house. That was new.

To set the scene: The crew had fled the house about an hour ago. Eddie was crouching behind an old table, blocking Henry's barrage of kitchen knives, shouting "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!". Gareth was behind the table with Eddie, but he went more into the wailing territory with "I DON'T THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU MOVE ON, HENRY!". Jeff had blocked himself in the pantry and kept trying to identify the triggering moment - "I think he's re-enacting the murder of his mother, guys! Does that help?!" (it doesn't). And Freak gave up on salt circles and was now tossing handfuls of salt around the house with a questionable technique but unwavering determination.

Suddenly, a car horn.

Then, a bitchy male voice: "Are you coming to get your pizza or what? I have other customers to get to!"

Eddie gritted his teeth as Henry added heavy pans to the mix and hit his shoulder. "We're a little busy surviving here! Ask Chrissy to pay you!"

There was a muffled and annoyed "ugh" from behind the door and then: "Is it Henry again?"

Eddie just blinked. Gareth was more ready to answer: "Sure is! He's not a fan of our exorcism!"

And the pizza guy didn't leave. He just huffed and said something that sounded suspiciously like "amateurs".

Eddie wanted to punch him.

But before he could do that, the front door opened. Gareth held his breath, half expecting a sound of knives hitting their target.

Instead, they heard a few more steps and then: "What the fuck, Henry?!"

A faint whispering reached their ears, but they couldn't decipher it. But the pizza guy could.

"I don't care they didn't get your permission, Henry. Yeah, it's annoying, but what are you going to do? If more people die in this house, it's going to get demolished. You know that. Yeah, I know the house is old, but it's great for your spiders, right? They'd be homeless. Do you want to make your spiders homeless, Henry?"

They dared to peek from behind the table, and Eddie had to pinch himself. Because in the middle of the dusty dining room stood one of the prettiest young men Eddie had ever seen, hands on hips and arguing with something invisible.

The man completely ignored them.

"That's what I thought. Now, apologize. No, they can't hear you, so get creative."

All four CC members stared as words formed in the spilled salt: "SORRY".

The pizza guy seemed to be pleased. "Good job, Henry. Now, let me get them out of here and I promise I'll get the Party to bring you some new spiders when they capture them outside, yeah? Three knocks, slide them in a glass behind the door. Got it. Take care, Henry."

Only then did he look at Eddie and the others and frowned. "That's your cue to leave. Get your stuff and go, now." And as they were quickly collecting their scattered notes and recording equipment, he added: "and say goodbye when leaving. Don't be rude."

Four rushed "Bye, Henry!" and "Sorry, Henry"s later, the Corroded Coffin was standing on the grass outside, feeling the setting sun on their skin and smelling fresh pizza. Gareth promptly paid for the delivery, and everyone proceeded to thank their mysterious savior.

"I'm Steve," he said after they'd all expressed their thanks, "and you're stupid. Do you really do this without anyone who sees and hears them? Do you just stumble blindly into haunted houses for a fun and stabby time?"

Eddie had to swallow down a very bitchy response of his own. "Sorry to stroke your ego even more, pretty boy, but a man of your talents is hard to come by."

And Steve, to Eddie's massive shock, just cocked his head and fluffed his hair, probably out of habit, but damn. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm open to job offers," he said with a wink that brought Eddie back into his teenage fantasies. "You need someone like me, and I assume you pay better than pizza delivery. Do you?"

Turns out, their producer was willing to get one more person on board, especially when they finished processing the leftover footage from the Creel house.

Steve was an amazing addition. He was snarky, self-confident, easy to look at and most of all, he was fun and compassionate. Watching him communicate with ghosts of kids and help them move on made Eddie's icy heart melt.

But one day they were on a site of an unfortunate teenage death, Steve was chatting with the ghost of a 17 year old girl like they'd known each other for ages, he was laughing, cracking jokes, and then:

"No, he hasn't kissed me yet."

Eddie turned around on his heel and stared at Steve, snickering to himself and talking to a misty figure next to him. And worst of all, they were both staring right at Eddie.

"Hasn't even asked me out, no. You'd think he'd be interested, but I guess I'm doing something wrong."

And Eddie's head short-circuited, and all the repressed fantasies from nights next to Steve in their trailer came back with vengeance. He howled and threw himself at Steve, kissing him right on that bitchy mouth. "Doing something wrong?! Steven Harrington, those shorts of yours are doing everything right, but how about you say something, huh?!"

Steve returned the kiss to the cheering of the CC guys, Chrissy's clapping and Fred's disgusted noise, and shrugged when they broke apart. "I knew you'd get it, eventually. Oh, and Heather?" he turned to the ghost. "You're the best wingwoman ever, in this life and after."

Four good things came from this ghostly encounter:

After the kiss, Gareth finally gathered enough courage to ask Chrissy out. She said yes.

The episode with Heather became the most watched episode of the CC's show.

Steve and Eddie remained in an equally blissful and teasing relationship for the rest of their lives.

And finally...

The TV station decided to design official merch for the CC's show: incredibly short shorts that said on the backside: "DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT".

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

part two to this little thing 'cause i saw these tags on the last part from @stevesjester and actually kicked my feet and giggled about it

After Pretty Boy kissed him, Eddie walked back to the staff break room in a daze.

His slow lumbering gait still managed to scare some folks, though, so that’s a plus.

He opens the door, slowly turns to close it softly, and leans back against it once it is.

“Eddie? You okay?” Comes a voice he’d know anywhere. “Wait, that is you, right? You’re supposed to be Piggy Man tonight?”

Eddie pulls the rubber mask off, making his stomach flip thinking about the last time it was pulled up. You know, ‘cause he’s a sap.

Chrissy takes in his shocked, sweaty face, “Oh my god, you okay? What happened?”

He looks up at his roommate (best friend, sister) in her bloody cheerleader costume, an ironic holdout from their time in high school, and breathes a laugh, “I fell in love.”

“OMG OMG tell me everything right now!!” Chrissy bounces over to him excitedly and pulls him down to the bench of their one (1) break table, a sagging plastic picnic table.

He looks up at her bright happy face and barks out a half hysterical laugh, “I can’t believe you’re this excited about me potentially falling in love with someone I’m literally being paid to scare.”

“Oooh, so they were a runner??”

“Yeah, literally in this case.”

“Start talking, Munson, or I’m going to throw all your guitar picks down the garbage disposal.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ.. Okay, so I did my usual creepy husky voice at him, called him all the usual things,”

“Let me guess, you started with ‘pretty boy’?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause he’s pretty. Duh. Damn was he pretty…”

“Uh huh. And you fell in love with him ‘cause he was pretty?”

“No, no of course not, listen to this:” Eddie sits up straighter in preparation for the story. “I had him backed into a corner, right? The fake gate over in section 2B,”

“Ah yes, of course.”

“Yeah! And when I lunged at him, he caught my arm, and spun me around.”

“Shut. Up.”

“No, never. SO he’s got me backed against the fence, and he–I swear to fucking Jesus H. Christ–lifts my mask up and kisses me.”

Chrissy starts to squeal incoherently. “Eeeeee!!! Shutupshutupshutup!! Holy shit there’s no way this happened!!”

“Look, 100% serious right now; he kissed me stupid, and spun around and booked it again.”

“Pretty Boy distracted you with a kiss to escape!?! I cannot believe this, c’mon..” Crissy grabs ahold of his arm again and pulls him out of the breakroom with her insane unchecked leftover cheer squad strength.

“Whoa, what? Where’re we going?? He’s probably gone by now! I was standing over in 2B like an idiot for a while after he left!!”

“Not that, we gotta go see Argyle.”

“Argyle why—ohhh shit. Oh my god, you think they caught it on camera?” Eddie’s actively following her now.

The two burst into the warehouses’ security office, where they’re met with the backs of two ‘zombie’ guards (and the leftover smell of weed).

“Argyle, Jonathan, you need to look at something for us,”

“Is it the footage of Eddie’s makeout sesh in 2B? ‘Cause we’re waaayy ahead of you pompom.”

“Ah!! Holy shit he was telling the truth?!” Chrissy bodies between the two, sending Argyle rolling away on his chair, and Jonathan staggering back a step.

“Dude, that’s so cool of your boyfriend to come to the haunt, keepin’ us in business.” Argyle directs at Eddie, though still spinning slowly in his chair.

“He’s not my–you thought he was my boyfriend?”

“Yeah man, why else would you look at him like that.” Jonathan points down at the screen. 

Chrissy re-winds it again and Eddie watches himself charge forward at Pretty Boy (damn, he’s still pretty though this grainy footage too, how the fuck is that possible??), get spun and–oh shit, they’re right.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” he hangs his head into his hands, falling down into Jonathan’s previously abandoned chair.

“Sooo…he’s not your boyfriend..?”

Chrissy re-winds the footage again. Squeals happily.

“Nope. Just met him tonight.”

“Wow dude, that’s like, love at first sight if I ever saw it.”

She re-winds it again, squeals.

“Yeah I know, it’s embarrassing as shit, alright?” Eddie’s still talking into his palms.

Chrissy snorts at that, “Not for you! Well..kinda..but him too, did you not see that pause?”

“...What pause?”

His question goes unanswered as Jon and Argyle move back in over Chrissy’s shoulders and after a few seconds both “Ohh…” in sync.

“The fuck’re you talking about?”

“Look,” She re-winds the tape once again and points, “Watch after he lifts your mask.”

So he does, and..okay, there was a pause.

“...So?”

“He totally fell in love with you at the same time you did him. Fell with him. With each other?”

“You both fell in love at the same time.” Chrissy says what Jonathan was trying to. “We have GOT to find this guy somehow.”

Chrissy records the footage on the screen with her phone, intending to post it online to find the guy, but Argyle’s positive he’s gonna show back up tonight.

“Give him a chance, pompom, he’s totally in love too, remember?”

“Fine, but if he doesn’t come back today, I’m posting this. Maybe it’ll get us some more business too.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Yep, there it is.

So, he rolls his eyes, puts his mask back on, and finishes out the night like everything is normal and he didn’t just fall head over fuckin’ heels for a random (hot) stranger earlier.

He’s done for the night before Chrissy since she’s got a lot of that fake blood to try and wash off, so he grabs up his stuff and heads out the front, intending to wave bye to Gareth at the front counter before braving the frigid late fall wind to warm up his car (and move it closer to the entrance so Chrissy doesn't have to walk in the cold). 

“See ya Ed,” Gareth calls, and he waves over his shoulder at him as he passes, his attention pulled to a blonde with a choppy bob looking in through the glass of the door, partially silhouetted by the bright ass headlights of a shiny Tesla parked behind her.

He can see the shadow of someone in the driver seat too, as he gets closer and opens the door for her, their face only partially lit up through the tinted glass by the glow of a phone screen.

She starts rambling off immediately after the door is open. “Oh my god, I thought we were too late and you were closed and I completely didn’t even realize I’d left something here when we were here earlier an–”

“Nope, no worries, ma’am, just go talk to Gareth at the front counter and he can tell you if someone turned in…whatever it is you left here.”

She says her thanks and scoots past him, and he spins quickly towards the side lot where his old Neon is parked.

He glances back when he hears the bell chime over the door, a bit delayed (probably the wind holding it open), and sees that the Tesla’s stopped beaming their headlights into the front door, that’s nice of them.

He unlocks his car and gets in, turning the engine over and cranking the heat as high as it’ll go. Once the engine stops it’s signature ‘I’m cold as fuck rn, don’t even try to move me’ rattle, he drives to the front door to wait for Chrissy, pulling in next to the burgundy Tesla.

He scrolls down TikTok for a couple minutes before a banner pops up on his screen

Chris C.: oh my holy fucking shit eddie, get your ass back inside!

Panicking, he races back in through the door, not even bothering to shut off his engine (or close his car door for that matter), thinking shiny Telsa duo is like, robbing the place or something, but as soon as he gets back in, he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

His heart’s still beating a mile a minute, but now with nerves.

Because standing infront of the counter are Chrissy (who’s actually vibrating with excitement), choppy blonde, and…

Oh fuck.

No way.

“H–hi, hi. I’m Steve, you’re Eddie right?”

He can’t help the grin that splits across his face. “Hey, pretty boy.”

thanks to @henderdads for rightfully pointing out that modern day rich boy steve would probably have a tesla <3

tagging everyone i saw in the tags of the last post that seemed interested in more/wanted to see the aftermath lmao: @bangarangdarling, @tartarusknight, @kas-eddie-munson, @wormdebut (AMAZING url btw), @vecnuthy, @perseus-notjackson, @homosexual-having-tea, @matchingbatbites, @scarcrossdlvrs, @anzelsilver, @auroraplume, @kkpwnall, @wildwildsoul, @bennys-burgers, @steveharringtonssluttywaist

[steviesbicrisis]

Breathe

Steve goes back online, people react to the new discoveries, a new opportunity comes.

Gareth the Matchmaker (15/16) - AO3

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Long time no see!! Sorry for the long wait but I had a very last-minute trip to Rome and then I got sick lol hope it was worth the wait! This is mostly the aftermath of Max's video and the truth coming out. People don't know everything but they know enough to decide who to side with, and Steve is okay which is the most important thing!! This has been a heavy weight on his shoulders for years and now he can finally breathe ;)

As you can tell, there's only the epilogue left! Although I loved this AU I'm excited to work on my next project. If you're curious, I already posted the prologue here!

I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think! see you for the last one &lt;3

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Freak King of the Seven Seas

For @stmonstercalendar mermay bingo event. Prompts “Pirates”, “Ship”, “Storm”, “Cecelia” and the weekly prompt “Cecelia” | rating: G

Summary: Captain Munson of the pirate ship Hellfire, is the most feared pirate on the 7 seas. A storm traps them with the Navy vessel on their tail, unfortunately for General Carver, Eddie has a trick up his sleeve.

AO3

The sea crashed against the side of the Hellfire as a heavy downpour flooded the deck. As if the storm wasn't enough, Lucas called down from the mast.

“It's the Navy! Their closing in!” Captain Munson turned toward the bow and groaned. It wasn't just any ship, it was the USS Hawkins. General Carver captained that vessel and he’s been out for Eddie’s blood since Steve Harrington, the governor’s son he was in charge of protecting, turned coat and joined the pirates.

As if he’d summoned him, Steve came up behind the Captain and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Do you think we should tell him the truth?” Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to Eddie’s temple. With a snort, Eddie turned his back on the Navy and gave his husband a proper kiss.

“What, that when you captured me at sword point I charmed you so thoroughly you abandoned your post? He’ll just say I brainwashed you with a devil’s spell.” Rumors like that followed behind the Hellfire like a stiff breeze. Every member of Eddie’s crew was once considered an upstanding citizen, until they ran into the Freak King of the Seven Seas.

Chrissy appeared by their side, a determined set to her brow. This would be the first time they’ve encountered Carver since the woman ended their engagement by joying the crew.

“If he tries to take me back on board, put an arrow in my heart before he can.” She requested. It’s only been a few months, but already Eddie knew he’d protect her with his life.

“I’d sooner put one through his.” The Captain snarled. “Gareth, head for the eye of the storm!” He called to the helmsman.

“Aye, aye!” He called back as he turned the wheel. Poseidon must have been angry with them because they couldn't outrun the storm or the Navy. The ship pulled up next to their own with General Carver standing triumphantly on the edge.

“This is Captain Carver of the USS Hawkins. I’m placing this vessel and it's occupants under arrest.” The man shouted over the high winds.

“Not on your life Carver!” Eddie screamed back and flashed a pair of devil horns, sticking his tongue out for flair.

Suddenly, a body grabbed the rope from the sail and swung over the edge of both ships, slamming into Chrissy, knocking them both to the deck. Eddie's drew his sword but Steve’s hand pressed into his chest in reassurance.

“Robbie?” He asked with a cute tilt to his head. A woman scrambled to her feet, apologizing profusely to Chrissy before launching herself into Steve’s embrace.

“Dingus! Don't ever run off and join a pirate crew without me again!” She cried. Steve laughed joyously and swung the woman around by her waist.

With a pointed clearing of his throat, Eddie glared at the newcomer.

“You may know my husband, but that doesn't make you welcome on my ship.” The tip of his sword rose to Robin’s neck.

“She's my sister.” Steve snorted. “Trust me, captain she’s fine.” Eddie eyed the pair for a moment longer before nodding his head and turning back to the Navy.

“Anyone else want to defect from your shackles of conformity?” Eddie called. The only answer he received was a cannon ball slamming into the side of the ship. “Guess not,” he mumbled. “Return fire!”

Dustin and Max loaded the nearby cannon and aimed straight for the Navy’s mast. Though it missed, it put a sizable dent into their deck. Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle took a stand at the other two cannons, aiming and firing them at the Navy in rapid succession, giving them little time to react. Shot after shot rang out over the tremulous waves; until, the Dragon figurehead crashed into the sea. Eddie's eyes narrowed.

“Jeff the shell!” The man in question brought Eddie a large white conch shell. A tiny tremor of fear shook his hands. The Navy-men were setting planks, ready to board the Hellfire. Mike, Will, and Bear drew their swords in preparation.

“I met your family, you ready to meet mine, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned at Steve as he lifted the shell to his lips. A deep blare burst from the shell and at first there was no change. Then, the sea waves thrashed and the boat rocked harder than before.

“You think I’m the Freak King of the Seven Seas? You’re about to find out why they call me that.” Eddie shouted across the water.

“Get ready.” Eddie grinned at Steve. Eight long tentacles burst from the sea, each longer than the parallel ships and nearly as wide. With a feral snarl, Eddie turned back to face Carver.

“I’d like you to meet the Cecelia who raised me.” A giant torso broke free of the water’s surface as the tentacles wrapped around the Hawkins.

“This guy bothering you, Ed?” The deep voice of the Cecelia called. It was obvious he tried to keep his volume low but with as big of a creature as he was, his breath nearly knocked the men on to their asses.

“Just a little Uncle Wayne. You hungry?”

Wayne nodded, picked the ship up in his big hands, and swallowed the ship whole, like a pill. The screams of the men on board were lost to the wind as Wayne smacked his lips, with a hearty burp, the ship hit the creature’s stomach.

“Thanks for calling me, son.” Wayne poked him as gently as he was able, given his finger was the size of Eddie’s whole body.

“Thanks for coming, Pops.” Eddie replied with a maniac cackle. Wayne stretched his arms above his head before he carried the Hellfire to the nearest island.

“Y’all get some rest here so you can fix your ship in the morning. I’ll keep an eye out for any more of those pesky patrols.” He lowered his elbows down to the beach, leaning back as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“This guy raised you?” Steve exclaimed.

“Yeah, my birth parents decided I wasn’t worth the effort and threw me overboard; Wayne found me floating on a piece of drift wood. He took me to a hidden cave and protected me from predators. He made sure I was fed and loved and he put his life on hold for me. It was dangerous for him to stay in one spot but he wouldn't leave me even after I was old enough to take care of myself. I became a pirate to travel with him and take in lost strays like he took me in.” Eddie hugged Wayne's pinky finger in thanks.

“Hello, Mr. Munson.” Steve said, his voice strong even as his shoulders trembled a bit.

“Name’s Wayne kid. Nice to meet ya. Treat my boy right or else.” The creature glared at him. Steve gulped with wide eyes but Eddie only slapped his uncle’s hand in admonishment. A big bellowing laugh blew sand into the air made Wayne’s mirth known. “Sorry, couldn't help myself . You keep my boy safe and we won’t have any problems.”

“I’ll protect him sir, I promise.” Steve said with a small smile. He kissed his husband softly on the cheek and dashed away to go find Robin.

“He’s a real keeper. Do right by him, alright.” Wayne said Eddie as quietly as he was able.

“I will.” Eddie’s whispered words were a prayer as well as a promise. The ocean crashed on the shore, Eddie’s gaze locked on to the horizon. The seas could be unforgiving; but sitting here at his uncle’s side as his crew set up camp for the night, Eddie knew it was a promise he’d keep until he joined Davy Jones.

The wind finally died down and the storm headed away from them. The stars began to shine brightly, the moon was high in the sky. It was a beautiful night, one of celebration. With a pat to Wayne’s arm, Eddie went to find his love.

The crew sat around a fire with Jeff playing an upbeat tune on his lute as Nancy sang along. Mike, Will, Jonathon, and Argyle cooked the fish Wayne snagged when he carried the ship over. Everyone else talked in pairs or small groups; everyone except Steve, Robin, and Chrissy. Those three danced barefoot in the sand near the fire and Eddie joined them. He pulled Steve into his arms and began swaying back and forth to the music.

“Thank you for saving me.” Steve whispered into his ear. With a flourish, Eddie dipped Steve in the sand and sighed.

“You saved me too, darling. You saved me too.”

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Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

The saving grace for Steve here is that all eyes are on Eddie, so no one witnesses how he freezes, just for a moment, when Eddie tells them who the 'she' is he's been referring to. How he just wanted to help her. Help Chrissy. Whatever Eddie has been saying has turned to buzzing, to white noise, to nonsense in the background of his mind.

He has to be wrong. Mistaking some other girl for Chrissy. Because it can't be Chrissy. It can't. Steve has worked so hard to keep his family away from the Upside Down shit. She couldn't be- there's no way she somehow got caught up in it. There's too many questions and not enough answers and when did the air get too thick to fit in his lungs?

Does Gareth know?

Gareth, who Steve knows is one of Eddie's friends and here Eddie sits before him, a witness to Upside Down shit. A witness to a murder they have no clue how to solve. Gareth, who isn't exactly friends with Mike, Dustin, and Lucas, but who is in the same club as them and on friendly terms. That's too many people connected to the Upside Down in Gareth's personal circle for Steve to be okay with.

He thought this was done. That they wouldn't ever have to deal with this shit again.

Eddie is still talking as the pounding in Steve's ears fades and he listens as Eddie swears, he just wanted to help, that she seemed so freaked out by something, and Steve's insides twist and churn. Why hadn't Chrissy come to him? Just last week he was at her house, hanging out and catching up. She never mentioned an issue. A problem. Something that would cause her to seek out heavier drugs than weed.

They used to tell each other everything. What changed?

His stomach drops as the answer comes to him.

He did.

He'd changed. He started keeping secrets first. Pushed Chrissy and Gareth away after that first incident and hadn't really started to let them back in until after Starcourt. He'd just wanted to keep them safe. Keep them as far away from this horror as possible. He'd ended the weekend sleepovers because of his nightmares, stopped inviting them over to hang out by the pool because he can't look at it without thinking about Barb, started avoiding them at school when he'd ended up beat to shit by Billy because he knew they'd dig for more answers than he could give.

No wonder Chrissy didn't tell him anything was wrong.

There's no way for Steve to know if he could have helped or not, even if Chrissy had talked to him. Eddie doesn't have answers; just a story.

Steve hates him a little bit. It's irrational. Eddie didn't do this Chrissy, (even if he had been arguing that point at Family Video) but it doesn't stop the anger inside him from boiling up. He doesn't act on it, of course he doesn't, he's not that person anymore.

Plus, acting on it would kind of negate everything Dustin just convinced Eddie of, such as he's not crazy and they do believe him, and Steve's not about to undo what Dustin's accomplished by taking Eddie by the vest and shoving him against the wall in a reverse of earlier. It wouldn't do any good, not now that they're all sure it's a new, unknown threat from the Upside Down that they'll have to figure out on their own.

No. Taking his anger out on Eddie won't solve anything.

He can be mad about this later.

It does sit heavy on him, though, that he doesn't think anyone in this boathouse knows Chrissy was his cousin. That the Upside Down has taken someone from Steve this time. He can't tell them. Robin wouldn't take it well, and Dustin might not either. They'll be sad for him, and he can't handle that right now.

He can mourn later.

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Remember the fun lil fic of Gareth not wanting his cousins, Chrissy Cunningham and Steve Harrington, to ruin his street cred in high school? Well, the fun is done. Have some angst. More parts will follow but it's not really a fic? Just... disjointed scenes, rewritten from canon to fit the cousin AU.

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okay so idk what I'm doing but lately I've been thinking of the cast of stranger things in other universes and one that got me thinking was a Descendants universe, like, who were their parents?

So, here we have my little analysis on some of the characters

Steve - Probably Rapunzel or Belle and the Beast, both are pretty obvious but I think they fit.

Eddie - Hades. No question asked. Just his whole deal gives me a hades vibe, plus it can be pretty funny for him to see how modern media depicts Hades as the devil while he is just a chill god doing his job.

Robin - The fairy godmother from Cinderella, they both would be an amazin mother and daughter duo, and I think Robin is just chaotic enough for this.

Nancy and Mike - This one was hard, but I thought of the Alice, having both of them beeing curious made me think of her, I don't really know if it matches but it was the one who stuck with me.

Will and Jonathan - I think they would be the son of the hunter from snow white? It is quite hard to think of one that would match both of them but I think this one does (Joyce is the hunter in this, try and change my mind)

Eleven - Chernabog from Fantasia. I think it would be a cool concept given the entire story and a way to "explain" El's powers and her lack of a family, her father only wakes up one day of the year, idk

Lucas - Robin Hood. "bUT HE IS A FOX IN THE MOVIE?" not here, baby. Lucas is the son of Robin Hood in my heart.

Dustin - Mrs. Potts from Beauty and the Beast. I love claudia henderson and I think they share a similar vibe, so yea... Dustin is Chip in my mind.

Max - Merida, no doubt. Not going just by looks but by personality too.

Gareth - Cruella, this one I don't even know why, he just gives me this vibe that he would be the son of cruella

Jeff - Oogie Boogie from the nightmare before xmas, I don't know if it counts as a disney movie, but I think they match. Both seem to be pretty fun, and I'm a loser for oogie boogie so... this may be just because I like jeff too....

Freak - I want to say the bad wolf from red riding hood, but I know it is not disney, but he is in my mind... So he is the son of the bad wolf OR maybe the mirror from snow white?

Chrissy - Cinderella!! She is so cinderella codded for me, such a sweet and caring girl <3

and a little extra...

Wayne is Phil...

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It had taken Steve a while to figure out why he didn't like that conversation with Dustin. Well, about ten minutes. It was longer than necessary. It wasn't just about him being jealous that Dustin talked so much about Eddie or that Steve didn't want to participate in Hellfire because he wasn't sure he would be good at it. Them looking for another member for their club tonight meant that Dustin and Mike weren't going to show up for Lucas, which didn't make any sense to him considering what they all went through. By the end of his shift, Steve was furious. He ended up turning Brenda down. . .gently, though, and driving off to the school.

"Do they understand how important this is to Lucas?" Steve asked with a sigh. "Basketball is just as important as D&D. . .do they get that? No! Because sports are bad because of a few assholes. Hang out with Eddie. He's so cool. . .he gets us, unlike you, Steve. You're just a dumb jock and now you're turning Lucas into a dumb jock. . .no, this isn't about me!"

He stormed into the school and was walking angrily towards the drama room when he saw Nancy coming from the opposite direction. She looked just as angry as he was. They paused for a moment, staring at each other before meeting in the middle.

"What are you doing here?" Nancy and Steve asked in unison.

"Uh, Dustin called me to ask if I wanted to join Hellfire tonight," Steve said.

"Mike asked me if I wanted to join Hellfire tonight," Nancy said.

"Man, as smart as they are, our brothers are just as dumb," Steve said, and Nancy snorted. "It took me a minute to realize that it meant they weren't going to bother showing up for Lucas tonight."

"They can postpone, Lucas can't," Nancy said.

"Exactly, so I say we team up and go in there together like a united front, really make them piss their pants," Steve said.

"You make us sound like divorced parents," Nancy said in amusement.

"Aren't we?" Steve asked, and Nancy laughed. "Nance, we're supposed to be angry."

"Right."

They both squared their shoulders, put on their game faces, and stormed through the double doors. They slammed open, banging loudly against the walls. Steve felt a moment of satisfaction when he heard them all scream. They moved to the middle of the room where everyone was sitting around the table, including Erica. Eddie Munson was sitting on a throne. Of course. Steve sent Erica a disappointed look before focusing back on the others. Mike and Dustin had the decency to look scared shitless.

"Oh my god!" Dustin screamed. "They're both together and they both look pissed. We're dead!"

"Relax, Henderson, what are Nancy Wheeler and the fallen king of Hawkins High going to do?" Eddie asked.

"He doesn't know," Dustin hissed to Mike.

"No, he's right," Mike rolled his eyes. "They're not going to hurt us."

"Is that what you think?" Nancy asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"We're playing Dungeon & Dragons like we do every Friday," Mike rolled his eyes.

"Lucas's game is tonight, why aren't you there supporting him?" Steve asked, his hands on his hips. "I thought your friendship meant something."

"Clearly, our friendship doesn't mean anything to him considering that Lucas went to the Dark Side," Mike said. "He's the one betraying us."

"That's really hypocritical of you, considering that you promised Will before he left for California that you guys wouldn't join another party," Nancy said. "And yet, here you are, in another party."

"You promised Will that we wouldn't join another party?!" Dustin asked. "Will asked us not to join another party?"

"Yeah, so, you promised Steve that you wouldn't leave him for someone else and you left him for Jonathan. How long was it after you ended things with Steve that you jumped into bed with Jonathan?" Mike asked.

Mike regretted it as soon as he said it. Everyone in the room gasped as guilt flooded Mike's face. Steve was hurt and furious that he had brought that up, but then he remembered that he was a traumatized teenager being cornered by his older sister and his sister's ex-boyfriend, who was also his babysitter. Steve took a breath, but Nancy was angrier than he had ever seen her. Her nostrils flared wide.

"Mike. Run. Run as fast as you can," Dustin whispered, looking afraid for Mike's life.

Mike slowly stood up and backed away. Nancy dove for him and he took off, running around the table, shrieking loudly. She was pretty fast for someone so short but even with Mike's long legs, she managed to catch up to him. She kicked him in the back of the leg, sending him to the ground, and pressed her foot into his back. She turned to Dustin and Erica.

"This is important to Lucas. He asked you all to be there and you rejected him. Liking basketball isn't a terrible thing. You are judging him just like those assholes out there are judging you for liking D&D," Nancy said furiously.

"Do you know how scared he was to tell you that he liked basketball?" Steve asked. "He was completely terrified because he didn't think that you would understand, and he turned out to be right. He might not have joined for the right reasons, but not wanting to be bullied anymore is perfectly understandable. Sometimes you just want it to stop . . . but him playing basketball isn't just about that. He knows what's going to happen when the others find out that he also likes D&D, and he wants you guys there as backup when it does happen. He was also afraid that you would replace him with someone else and look what you did. . .you replaced him with his sister!"

"How do you know all that?" Dustin asked softly.

"Because I was the one who's been with him when he wanted someone to practice with. I was the one who listened to his fears of losing his best friends in the entire world because he discovered his love of basketball. He wanted to be able to enjoy both games, but it turns out, the people who are supposed to be the most understanding turns out to be bullying jackasses just like those assholes out there!" Steve yelled at them. "It's not the end of the world if you postpone it for one fucking night!"

Steve didn't realize how much he would regret those words later on but the rest of it, he didn't regret. He would never regret fighting for Lucas Sinclair or any of those damn kids.

"I'm innocent in all of this," Erica said. "I was coerced."

"Erica!" Steve scolded. "Look, I know you don't like basketball, but it's not the enemy here, just like D&D isn't. Lucas just needs to know that you've got his back when he needs it. That's all he's asking for, and I don't think it's too much to ask. Man, all Lucas is trying to do is figure shit out. I'm not saying that you have to like basketball or anything, but just let Lucas know that you still love him. He's family, right? That's more important than popularity or deciding which game is better."

"Yeah," Dustin and Mike said.

It was in that moment that Steve realized that Nancy was staring at him. He locked eyes with her and smiled. It was the first real interaction that he's had with Nancy since the breakup. It was the first time in a long time that he's seen her look at him like that. He felt that familiar tug in his stomach and the familiar fluttering of his heart. He finally realized what those people he had gone out with were missing: they weren't Nancy Wheeler. No one would ever come close. That future he had dreamed of once upon a time that had held Nancy Wheeler was now back again and this time, it wasn't going to be driven to the back of his mind especially since he knew that Nancy cared about these kids as much as he did.

"Steve's right, it's just one night," Nancy said. "His friends and his sister should be there to cheer him on."

"Even though he's just on the bench and I'm going to California tomorrow for spring break?" Mike asked.

"Nothing's going to happen between now and then to stop you from picking it back up when you get back," Nancy said.

"Was Sinclair really afraid of us?" Eddie asked Steve.

Steve looked up at him, looking into his expressive brown eyes and sighed.

"Yeah," Steve said.

Eddie rubbed his forehead and looked down as he thought about it, clearly thinking about everything that they had said.

"This is supposed to be a place for kids like him to come to when they don't have anywhere else to go. . .when they're scared. . .I don't want them to ever be afraid of me judging them," Eddie said. "I was trying so hard not to let those assholes put me into a box that I put Lucas into a box! Jesus H Christ. . .it's just one night, right?"

"Don't want him to only conform to D&D, right?" Steve asked.

"I'm older, I'm in charge, I should be the one setting good examples for the little sheep," Eddie sighed. "I should be the one to make it easier for him to be able to enjoy both games. Because it's not the game, just the assholes in them?"

"Right," Steve said with a snort. "There's an asshole in every group."

"I'm sorry," Mike said and paused. "Can you get your foot out of my back now?"

Nancy snorted and took her foot off his back.

"It was a shitty thing that you said, Michael," Nancy said as he sat up.

"I'm sorry, okay. . .I was trying to hold onto the things that reminded me of Will and El. I just didn't want anyone to take that away from me, and I didn't just want it to disappear," Mike said. "I just miss them, and I shouldn't have brought up your past like that, especially knowing how guilty you feel."

"You're still an asshole," Nancy said with a sigh. "And I miss Jonathan, too, even though we broke up."

"You and Jonathan broke up?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Nancy said, smiling as he struggled to not look so happy.

"Sorry," Steve said.

"Are you, though?" She asked in amusement.

"No," he blushed.

Nancy and Steve locked eyes again. She smirked before turning to Mike.

"You're still grounded," Nancy said.

"Bullshit! You don't have the power to ground me! You're not my father - I mean my mother!" Mike exclaimed.

"Mom and Dad gave me the power when I turned eighteen," Nancy replied.

"I don't believe it," Mike scowled.

"You heard your father, Michael," Steve said with a smirk.

"Oh, so I guess that makes you my mommy," Mike scowled.

"Could you, I don't know, be less of a teenager?" Steve asked, and Mike rolled his eyes. "You know, if you keep doing that, eventually, your eyes are going to get stuck that way."

"Let's go," Nancy said, pointing towards the door and snapping her finger. "All of you."

Erica rolled her eyes before stomping out the door. Dustin looked extremely guilty before following after her with Mike behind him. Dustin paused on his way out the door.

"We didn't mean to hurt Lucas. We were just trying not to lose what we loved to do," Dustin said. "We didn't want to become something that we aren't, and we thought that Lucas was doing that."

"He is doing that, but a way of like getting him not to do that is to have someone like you guys to remember what's truly important," Steve said. "All of you needed to remember that."

He poked Dustin in the chest, right where his heart was located.

"And Eddie, he just - " Dustin started.

"He knows what it's like to feel different," Steve said.

"Yeah," Dustin said.

"Well, newsflash, Henderson," Steve said. "Everyone feels different even people like me. There's no such thing as normal, just people who pretend that they are. We're all freaks, and I am okay with being one myself. More than okay, actually."

Steve smiled proudly, and Dustin copied the grin. Dustin walked ahead with Mike and Erica as the maneuvered down the hallway towards the gym.

"So," Eddie's voice popped up beside him. "What makes Steve Harrington a freak?"

"Oh, you have to be a higher level to unlock that information," Steve grinned and then laughed at Eddie's surprised face. "I do know some things."

"Okay, so how high are we talking about?" Eddie asked. "And does Nancy know?"

"Oh. . .very high. Nancy doesn't know that she knows," Steve said with a shrug.

"What?" Nancy asked, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Oh! That makes so much sense!"

The rest of Hellfire was trailing behind them. Steve smiled over his shoulder at Jeff, who winked at him.

"I'm sorry, do you know Jeff?" Eddie asked.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," Steve said.

"You know, I really wanted to hate you," Eddie said, scowling.

"I told you that he might not be that bad," Jeff said.

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me that you knew from experience," Eddie said to Jeff before turning back to Steve. "Anyway! What you did back there. . .you clearly did for those kids. . .you care about them a lot, especially Dustin. He talks about you all of the time."

"He does?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, the butthead worships you," Eddie said. "It's kind of annoying, really."

"He worships you, too, you know," Steve grinned.

"Yeah. . .not that I care what the little shrimp thinks," Eddie said, blushing. "I was super jealous as hell, by the way."

He leaned into Steve’s space, testing his boundaries. Steve laughed and pushed Eddie away.

"Yeah, I was jealous of you, too," Steve said. "Dustin's been like my brother since he kidnapped me a couple of years ago."

"He kidnapped you?" Eddie asked.

"Well, he was standing there looking at me, desperately needing my help. With those damn eyes of his. . .what was I supposed to do? Say no?" Steve scoffed. "I never had a brother before until I met Dustin and his friends. Or knew what it felt like. Always kind of wanted one. I'm glad I found one in Dustin."

"Yeah, me too, man," Eddie said softy.

"That's really very sweet," Nancy said. "But hey, if anyone wants a brother, you two can have mine."

"Oh, man, I thought you were going to kill the little shit for what he said," Eddie grinned.

"If she had her gun with her, she probably would have," Steve said.

"Nancy Wheeler has a gun?" Eddie asked in surprise.

"More than one," Nancy said proudly.

"Yeah, she almost shot me with one of them," Steve laughed.

"And you almost deserved it," Nancy said, and he grinned.

"Yeah, well," Steve said softly.

"Man, I don't know what happened between you two, but if I were you two, I wouldn't waste a single moment. . .life is hard and fucking short. Never know how much time you've got left," Eddie said. "The way you two barged in there together. . .unambiguous sign of true love, I swear."

"Is Eddie Munson a romantic?" Nancy asked teasingly.

"Maybe. . . But don't you dare tell anyone," Eddie said. "I'm also a sucker for second chances."

They were almost to the gym doors when someone popped out of the nearby bathroom. It was Chrissy Cunningham.

"Oh, hey Steve, Nancy, it's good to see you two together again," Chrissy smiled, and then her eyes landed on Eddie, causing her grin to widen. "Eddie! Are you going to the game?!"

"Looks like it," Eddie said.

"Oh, that's great! I hoped you'd come somehow," Chrissy said.

"You did?" Eddie asked, bewildered. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

"Oh, well, I just broke up with Jason. Best decision that I ever made. I decided that I deserved better," Chrissy replied.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but you totally do," Eddie said.

Chrissy smiled, blushing. She reached up suddenly, cupping his cheek with her hand. Eddie sucked in a breath as she wiped her thumb under his eye. She pulled back and held out her thumb to his lips.

"You had an eyelash, make a wish," Chrissy said.

Eddie stared at her.

"Uh, I wish for - "

"No, silly, you can't say your wish outloud!" Chrissy giggled.

"Oh, right, of course," he laughed and rolled his eyes before blowing on her thumb. "There!"

"Do you think it's going to come true?" Chrissy asked.

"I certainly hope so," he said.

"I'll see you in there?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, definitely," Eddie said.

Chrissy smiled and bounced into the gym. Steve watched as Eddie stared after her, pulling his hair in front of his face. He grinned.

"Well, that was the cutest thing that I have ever witnessed," Steve said.

"Agreed," Nancy said.

"I have no thoughts in my brain. What's my name again?" He asked. "Where the hell am I?"

Steve laughed, clapped him on the back, and led him inside with the kids. He led him towards the bleachers and pushed him up the steps. Eddie and the rest of Hellfire sat at the top of the bleachers. Steve moved to follow them when he was suddenly yanked back by Nancy.

"Sit with me?" She asked softly and hopefully, her blue eyes wide.

"Yeah," he said.

His eyes caught Robin's in the bleachers not far from their seats. She raised her hands up, looking confused. She pointed at Hellfire and then at Nancy.

"What the hell?" She asked inside his head.

"I'll tell you later," Steve replied back.

"What were you off doing when you had me blocked?" Robin asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

They had been telepathically linked since Starcourt, not that anyone knew that, but Steve figured that since there might be something starting with Nancy, he should probably tell her that he's got another woman inside of his head.

"I swear, it almost looks like you two are communicating in your heads," Nancy snorted.

"That's because we are," Steve winced.

"What?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"Starcourt," he whispered.

"I guess we have a lot to catch up on," Nancy said.

"Yeah, we do," Steve said.

Suddenly, they were joined by Fred Benson, Nancy's friend on the paper.

"Steve Harrington. I didn't think I was ever going to meet you. You're right, Nancy, he is cute," Fred said.

"You talk to Fred about me?" Steve asked.

"Maybe," she blushed.

"Oh, she won't shut about you. How cute you are, what a great boyfriend you were back then, how she should have told you that, and so many other mistakes that she wishes she could take back, so on and so on. . .," Fred said.

"Fred!" Nancy exclaimed, and she paused. "He's right, though. There's so many things that I wish I could have done differently."

"You're here now, Nance, and that's water under the bridge," Steve said. "I forgave you a long time ago."

"She also won't stop talking about your hazel eyes and your cute butt," Fred said, rolling his eyes with a grin.

"Fred!" She scolded and then sighed. "He's right. You do have a cute butt. Oh! The game is starting."

Steve and Nancy shared a look when Lucas came out. The minute he saw his friends sitting in the bleachers, his face split in the widest grin. A moment later, Hellfire called out Lucas's name, and he laughed in delight. Yeah, Nancy and Steve did well. It was well worth the wait when they finally sent Lucas in, and he ended up scoring them the winning shot. He could hear the entire gym screaming for Lucas, but more importantly, he could hear Hellfire screaming louder. Steve had cheered proudly with Nancy, who pulled him into a tight hug as they both beamed brightly. Nancy pulled her head back, her arms still wrapped tightly around him, and smiled. She closed the gap between them and kissed him deeply. Steve smiled into the kiss, a euphoria filling him as Nancy's lips moved against his. He enjoyed the familiar feeling of her lips, the way she felt in his arms again. He had kissed her many times before, but this felt different from all the others. This one felt more final.

"Holy shit! I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would!" Eddie exclaimed. "Basketball is still not my thing but. . .I don't hate it."

They had all spilled out into the parking lot and were now waiting for Lucas and Robin.

"It wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen," Gareth agreed, rolling his eyes.

"Lucas was great," Jeff grinned.

"I have to admit that Sinclair has skills," Eddie said and then sighed. "All the shit I gave Uncle Wayne about liking basketball, I just know he's going to want me to watch one with him now. Although, he would have given me a swift kick if he knew what an asshole I was."

Steve smiled down at Nancy, who had her cheek pressed against his arm as she watched Lucas come out with his team. He was enveloped into his parents' arms first, and then he moved on to them.

"I had hoped you would come, but I didn't think you would," Lucas said to Dustin and Lucas.

"We're sorry for not being supportive before," Mike said. "And we're sorry for not taking you seriously."

"Yeah, you're way more important than any game," Dustin said.

"And even though you like basketball now, we still love you," Mike said.

Steve could tell that it was exactly what Lucas needed to hear. He smiled, tears in his eyes.

"Our bond goes deeper than friendship, Lucas. We're family," Dustin said. "If basketball is just as important to you as D&D then we'll be there to cheer you on."

"Just don't forget who you are. Okay?" Mike asked. "Promise?"

"Promise," Lucas said.

Mike and Dustin hugged Lucas tightly. Yeah, that's all he needed to know, was that they'd still be best friends even if their interests diverged. Mike and Dustin just needed to know that the important parts of Lucas Sinclair would still be there. It was a nice moment between the three of them, a moment that Jason Carver just had to ruin.

"Hey, Sinclair! Are these freaks bothering you?" Jason asked.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas broke the hug. Jason and a couple of other basketball players were standing behind them.

"These freaks are my friends," Lucas scowled.

"You don't have to cover for them, man," Andy said.

"If they're bothering you, we can deal with them," Chase said.

"No," Lucas said, standing in front of them. "They are my friends, and they have been for a long time. I didn't tell you because I was afraid of how you'd react. I'm in Hellfire, too."

Nancy, Steve, and Eddie moved to stand beside the kids. Jason stared daggers at Lucas.

"You lied to us, Sinclair. You betrayed us. You're going to burn for this," Jason said. "I'll make sure that you're off the team."

"Except that's the coach's decision, Carver," Stege said. "Not yours."

"What the hell happened to you, Harrington?" Jason asked. "You used to be one of us."

"Well, I finally decided to grow a brain. It looks like you never have. You still look as dumb as the day I met you. I bet your mommy still writes your name in your underwear just so you won't forget it," Steve said. "I was never one of you."

Jason looked like he swallowed a lemon. He cheeks were also flushed in humiliation.

"I'll make your life hell on the team, Sinclair. You're going to want to quit," Jason said.

Nancy stepped forward with a tape recorder and played back everything that he said.

"People would just love to find out that the captain of the basketball team is sabotaging his own teammates," Nancy said.

"Stay out of this, Wheeler, you don't know who you're messing with," Jason said.

"No, it's you who doesn't know who you're messing with," Nancy said, staring him directly in the eyes. "Don't fuck with our kids."

"You know, I thought you were a good guy, someone else like Steve that I could look up to, but I see who you are now, what they say about you. You're nothing more than a psychopathic bully who only cares about himself," Lucas said. "You can't even admit when you're wrong. D&D is just a game, just like basketball. I happen to enjoy both, and I realize now that no matter what I do that there's always going to be someone who is going to disagree with what I do in life but I'm not going to stop living it because of narrow-minded mouth breathers like who can't accept that not everyone wants to be like you."

Just as Jason took a step closer to Lucas, Chrissy appeared.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Chrissy, babe, you don't need to see this," Jason said. "I was just about to help Lucas out of a sticky situation."

"It looks like you were about to punch him," Chrissy said with narrowed eyes.

"You've read the situation wrong, babe," Jason said.

"Did you get amnesia?" Chrissy asked. "Did you forget that I dumped your ass?"

"We had a fight, that's all. You had a bad day. I get it," Jason said.

"A bad day? Try bad several months," Chrissy scoffed.

Jason grabbed her arm, and everyone immediately moved to stop him. It was Chrissy who saved herself. She raised her knee and slammed it into his groin. Jason let go and collapsed onto the ground. Andy and Chase glared at Chrissy. After a minute, Jason struggled to get back up. He glared at Lucas.

"One day, you're going to find yourself alone, without your friends, and you're not going to be so brave then," Jason said.

"Did you forget that I have a tape recorder, dumbass?" Nancy asked. "I'm still recording you."

Jason scowled and winced as he tried not to let it show that Chrissy had really hurt him. He turned his eyes onto Eddie, glaring furiously.

"This is all your fault. You manipulate people and you use. . . You use your powers to control them to make them do what you want. Chrissy never would have done that," Jason told Eddie.

"Maybe Chrissy just got tired of your bullshit. Man, if I can make people do what I want, then why the hell am I still a third year senior?" Eddie asked, scowling. "If I am oh, so, powerful then why the fuck am I not swimming in gold?"

Jason opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again before closing it once more. He looked like a gaping fish. Steve couldn't help but laugh at that. Eddie had gotten on that one. Sue and Charles approached quickly.

"What's going on here?" Sue asked.

"You're lucky mommy and daddy showed up," Andy spat at Lucas. "You and your meddling friends."

Andy, Chase, and Jason walked away as the Sinclairs moved to stand beside Lucas.

"It's too bad we don't have a dumb dog," Steve snorted.

"What are you talking about, Stevie? We've got our Scooby right here," Eddie grinned, clapping his hands on Dustin's shoulders and cackled when Steve high fived him.

"I changed my mind," Dustin scowled. "I don't want you two getting along."

"Does that mean that I'm Velma or Daphne?" Nancy asked Steve.

"I'm clearly Daphne," Steve scoffed. "I pull off purple better than you do."

"You take that back, Steve Harrington," Nancy laughed.

They all fell into a deep and serious discussion about Scooby-Doo, which was something they found they all had in common. It was that moment that Robin had finally showed up. She looked around in confusion.

"What I'd miss?" Robin asked.

"Well," Steve said in her head. "You'd know if you hadn't blocked me."

"Fuck you," Robin said. "I was talking to Vickie, and I lost track of time."

Steve smiled and felt Nancy snuggle into his side, her arm wrapping around his waist. Lucas was happily replaying the game with Dustin and Mike as they questioned him about basketball. Chrissy had slid her arm through Eddie's and was chatting him up. Eddie looked at Steve in panic and Steve sent him an encouraging wink, laughing at his plight. He didn't expect it to end up like this, but he found that he was looking forward to his new friendship with Eddie. Well, he hoped they were friends now.

"I wish we could all go out and continue this because this was fun, but I have to get Mike home. It's past his bedtime," Nancy said.

"Nancy!" Mike yelled.

"Yeah, I'm letting Eddie take me back to his place," Chrissy said.

"You going to put him to bed?" Nancy asked in amusement. "Tuck him in?"

"Like she's going to want - ," Eddie started to say.

"If he lets me," Chrissy grinned and he hollered.

"Yeah, yeah!" Eddie said. "Uh, Sinclair, I'm sorry about everything. I'll muster up a better apology later, but you know, I'm suddenly feeling tired."

"Nah, man, I get it," Lucas laughed.

Eddie took off towards his van but skidded to a stop when he realized that Chrissy hadn't followed. She ran and threw herself onto his back. He shrieked in surprise, but then he hooked his arms under her legs and continued to run towards his van, making engine noises as he did so. Chrissy's giggles could be heard throughout the parking lot. Steve smiled. People weren't all that different. The only thing was that their interests diverged, but the one thing that they all had in common was that they wanted to be seen and to be accepted. As Steve kissed Nancy goodbye, he couldn't help but be excited about what tomorrow would bring for them all.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Sorry for being gone for so long, I haven't been feeling great both physically and mentally, so that was awesome...anyway:

Look, Eddie wasn't that picky when it came to companions. He wasn't much of a catch either - as a bard, it was already expected of him to cause chaos, but with his choice of songs, the result was less of a bardic inspiration and more of a "turn everyone against each other" or "make everyone extremely horny". Which...actually worked when they needed to avoid combat, but by ancient gods, he didn't need to see that group of orcs going at it.

Anyways. Eddie wasn't picky, but Steven Harrington was becoming a bit too much for him.

First: he was a rich kid. Eddie was a proud trash raised in a cottage that barely held together and he had no patience for people who never washed their own laundry (not that Eddie did, well, not too often, but still).

Second: he was effortlessly handsome. Annoyingly handsome. Bad hair day? Steven fucking Harrington didn't know those. His moles were placed in perfect places. Eddie had nearly invisible freckles and his only moles were - embarrassingly enough - near his groin and if you squinted hard enough, looked like a daisy petal. So uncool. But uncool was a word Steven Harrington apparently lacked in his vocabulary.

And third...this. Just...all of this.

Eddie didn't want to think of himself as a prejudiced person, he really didn't. But there were two things he didn't like in this world: lawyers and necromancers.

And Steven somehow managed to blend both of those into a horrible combination that just. Fucking. Worked.

Eddie was strumming on his lute and watched Steven open a bag full of old bones, yet another unlucky trader, adventurer or whoever had died in the woods before them. He placed them carefully on the ground, arranging them - admirable knowledge of anatomy, Eddie would give him that - and muttered an incantation. Green light, weird whooshing, some sparkles, yadda yadda and the skeleton reassembled itself. It sat in front of Steven and they started working in hushed tones over a pre-prepared contract. Eddie could only make out phrases as "a work opportunity," "being dead must be boring," "do you have any family that could use a percentage of the spoils from this quest" and the best of all, "no pressure, if you'd rather be left alone, just say the word." From what Eddie had seen in last few weeks, very few of them did say the word, and if they did, Steven would honor his word and bury their remains where they desired.

It was a really decent thing to do and Eddie hated himself for even admitting it.

One discussion about details ("do you want to be only reassembled when needed or would you like to accompany us the whole time?") and a bony signature later, Steven carefully stuffed the newest party helper (Arthur, Steven made sure to remember all of their names, another fucking decent thing!) in the bag and stretched himself next to the fire.

Eddie couldn't help but glare. That fucking guy. Built like a fighter from carrying half of a cemetery on his back, pretty, rich and for some reason also awfully nice and moral. Eddie wanted to barf.

"You know," smiled Steven and Eddie's traitorous stomach did a triple flip with a botched landing, "I love seeing you like this. Calm. Strumming those slow melodies. You look really pretty, too." He laughed to himself and turned onto his back, staring at the stars. "Well, you look really pretty all the time, especially when you're trying not to be bitchy, but these times you look the prettiest."

Eddie almost dropped the lute. Almost swallowed his own tongue as well. "Are you trying to kill me, Harrington?" he sputtered. "Don't you have enough to resurrect?"

Steven just shook his head, smirking. "That's a thought. But no. Breach of ethics - I'm pretty sure killing someone to resurrect them wouldn't make them want to join me. Plus, I was thinking less of a "fight for me" and more like "fuck me, possibly date me" - interested?"

Eddie stared at him with large eyes, moving his lips without any sound. "Uh...well, sounds good to me," he said, not very intelligently, but his brain was chanting kiss those moles pull that hair shut him up kiss him like right now maybe. "Do you...have a contract for that?"

Grinning, Steven - no, Steve, he asked to be called that several times and maybe this was the right time to give in to his wish - pulled Eddie to the ground with him. "For you? I'm sure I can draft something."

When Gareth, Robin and Chrissy arrived back from their supply run the next morning, they found Eddie and Steve curled against each other, fully clothed but very obviously satisfied. Robin just snickered and whispered to Steve that she wanted details, all the dirty, sticky and scandalous details, but Gareth just rolled his eyes. "And here I thought you disliked the guy when you said "Fuck him," he nudged Eddie as he unpacked healing potions.

Eddie closed his eyes and hummed a new melody that came to him with Steve's touches and gentle words. "It was open for interpretation," he laughed and reached for his lute.

[steviesbicrisis]

Summer Days

Time flies, Robin graduates, Eddie and Steve work out their relationship like functioning adults.

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I'll be your stud

Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3, Chap 4 ,A03

Rating: Explicit/Mature, minors do not engage/Ship: Steddie/CW: Mentions of past Abuse, Miscarriage mentioned, Genital Mutilation/Tags: Mafia AU, A/B/O, Beta Eddie Munson, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, age difference, Alpha Wayne Munson, Crime Boss Wayne Munson, Serial Killer Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is deranged and unhinged, Ace-Coded Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Dexter with out Henry's rules, Stripper Steve Harrington, Studding, Alpha Billy Hargrove

Interlude

*this should have been a short fun little smutty interlude between Gareth and Chrissy, having them being cute sweet and in love and fucking like rabbits.... this is not that*

Chrissy's feeling a bit uneasy as she gets some shopping done at the local mall. She thought she had seen one of her ex-husbands friends at the club a few nights ago but she wasn't sure. Her ex was an absolute abusive asshole with archaic thoughts about the omega rights. They had met in church, well her parents had met him first at church.

She was fifteen while Jason was twenty when he officially started courting her, with her parents permission and married at sixteen. Because most of polite society frowns on omegas being pulled from school before graduating is the only reason she isn't pupped up and barefoot in the kitchen right from the get go. That doesn't mean that once she comes she's basically reduced to her base nature as an omega.

Jason dictates everything in her life from the moment they are married, thankfully not mated. Jason's aspirations are to become a state representative and then a senator, and lowering himself to such a primitive practice and liberal thing to do. They live in a guesthouse on her in-laws property due to him studying to be a lawyer in the nearby university.

Jason has her dressing ultra conservative, modest and keeping with purity standards. she isn't allowed to show any skin above her elbows and mid-shins and all of her jeans, leggings and shorts get thrown away. During cheerleading practice and games she's made to wear thick tights and a long sleeve shirt under her uniform. The humiliation she feels at being so different from her friends is exactly what he wants to thrive on. He controls everything she eats and drinks. He keeps her on an extreme calorie deficient diet that leads her to an ED that still rears it's ugly head from time to time. Jason's constant verbal abuse, criticism and him slowly isolating her all help to break her down and keep her small.

Sex with Jason is lackluster, unpleasant and traumatic to the point she learns to cope by completely disassociating. He doesn't care about her pleasure to the point that he doesn't understand that her arousal would make penetration much more enjoyable to him as well. In hindsight she's lucky that he was an incredible vanilla kinda guy, in his mind a blowjob was the epitome of kink. She starts fearing her heats after the first few she endures.

Jason isn't interested in taking care of her properly. He denies her a proper nest, any kind of scent markers from her friends or other people in the household. He hardly knotts her like he should and will pull out the second it starts deflating. The first time she needed stitches to repair the tear it had caused. After that he stopped knotting her completely and would tell her to just plug it up.

The physical abuse starts after she suffers a miscarriage at eighteen. Jason blames her, he love bombs her after that first hit, promises it will never happen again, but does and after awhile the love bombing stops, the slaps and punches don't. She turns to her mother for help but she just tells her it's Jason's right to treat her how he sees fit.

It's purely happenstance that she runs into Joyce when she's twenty years old in the ER waiting room because she ‘clumsily fell’ down the stairs and may have broken her wrist. Joyce takes one look at her just instantly makes her feel seen for the first time in years. She doesn't patronise her or tell her what to do, instead she talks about her three adopted sons, her police chief husband and how she's here with her oldest son looking at college's but he's having acute appendicitis.

She breaks down crying as something just snaps inside her. Everything that happens after feels like some kind of dream. Because not even six months later she's sitting in the backseat of a nondescript car with Joyce and her mate Jim on her way to freedom. She nearly instantly bonds with their middle son Steve who's four years younger than her. He willingly shares his nest with her.

She doesn't set out to become an exotic dancer/stripper nor does she get pressured into it by Joyce. It's actually Steve that gets her interested in it. He's a competitive pole dancer and lets her tag along to his practice. She's surprised when she walks in the first time and sees not just omegas but betas and even alphas of both primary genders in the class. It takes her a while before she gathers up the courage to ask Steve to teach her the basics. She takes to it like a duck to water. She cries the first time to she does a simple spin, it's so incredibly freeing and a big ego boost that she's strong enough to do it.

She gets a job at a café waiting tables and at first she enjoys it but know that's she's free to make her own choices and the future is her own she thinks about wanting to go to college and get a degree. But with getting minimum wages and having to split her tips, she can't afford it. She’d heard Joyce complaining about how they are looking for new dancers and most walk-ins not being able to actually pole dance. Steve comes with her to her audition as moral support, having Joyce as the floor mother means she ignores the no minors on the floor regularly for her three sons.

Her worst fears come true when someone grabs her wrist, her heart starts beating wildly and freezes when she recognises Jason's scent. She can feel herself spiraling into a panic attack. “Hello Chrissy, imagine my surprise when Andy told me he saw my wife whoring herself out in some sleazy club. You know I didn't believe him at first, because I don't remember marrying a whore. I married a respectful, chaset and submissive good Christian omega “ He squeezes her wrist tightly and give her a once over.

“But looking at you now, how you're dressed and the fact that you've let yourself go and get so fat, I can't believe you would disrespect and humiliate me in such a way!” He sneers at her in disgust. “You are coming home with me right now Chrissy! I see that I was to kind and to soft on you, but that stops now!”

She starts trembling and scratches his hand to make him let go “ Jason …let go of me. I'm …not your wife anymore. I filled the papers …” She shrinks in on herself as he flashes his fangs at her. He clenches his other fist in anger before gripping the back of her neck effectively scruffing her. Her eyes go wide as she feels unabashed terror creep up her spine as her body goes placid in his grip. She whines pitifully “.....Please…. Don't”

The tips of his claws dig into her skin “ You really think that I wouldn't be able to render that stupid little document null and void?! My father knows a lot of judges that owe him favours! …” The grip on her neck suddenly loosens as some calls out her name. “Behave or els” He hisses in her ear. She wipes her eyes with her free hand and plasters on a fake bubbly smile. She doesn't recognise the voice at first but turning to see Gareth and Eddie walking towards her fills her with a bit of hope.

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When Gareth had told Cherry that he was monitoring everything in the club, he wasn't lying. He had seen a patreon taking covert pictures and filming her one night and it had sparked his interest as well as making the hairs in the back of his neck stand up. A few quick searches later and he'd discovered that he was a beta called Andy Johnson but more importantly he was best friends with Jason Carver, her ex-husband.

He finds Andy's email and phone number through his LinkedIn account and quickly hacks his way into his mailbox. From there he gets access to his WhatsApp messages and monitors his back and forth texting and face calls with the alpha. He doesn't want to needlessly alarm her so he doesn't tell her but keeps a close eye on her. When he reads that the alphas has found her location he asks Eddie for help trailing Chrissy. Gareth will be the first to acknowledge that while he's learned to fight he is nowhere near skilled or strong enough to take on an angry alpha with out a weapon.

They lose sight of her for a second as a hoard of teenage girls making a b line for the Saphora they are standing next to. He checks the airtag he hid in her purse on his phone and quickly finds her, but Jason has beaten them to her. His blood boils when he sees her scruffing her and he clenches his fists before taking a deep breath and calling out to her “Chrissy!”

When she turns to them he can clearly see the fear as well as some hope shining in her eyes. It's also clear as daylight that she had been crying. “Hey sweetheart are you okay?” He ignores the alpha and makes deliberate eye contact with her. “Do you want us to take care of this?” Jason answers before she can.

“Excuse Me! But who do you think you are talking to my wife in such a manner?”

“He wasn't talking to you. And she isn't your wife or mate Jason Carver.” He can tell by the lite in his friends voice that he means business even though he's calmly smoking next to him. He gits his teeth when he sees Jason scruffing her again.

“Go on Chrissy tell these two degenerate betas who you belong too.”

“ I…please …. Jason…” It breaks his heart seeing her like this. Scruffing is something that universally affects all designations to some degree but it completely renders omegas placid and at the mercy of the person Scruffing them. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Eddie stubbing out his cigarette on the back of the alphas hand. He quickly catches Chrissy when he suddenly releases her and pulling her close and taking a step back. He watches with sick satisfaction as Jason nurses his injured hand to his chest as he strokes Chrissy's hair, keeping her face pressed against his throat. Whispering sweet reassurances to her.

“WHAT THE FUCK! You just burned me you beta tras…..” He smirks when the alpha pails, he figures Eddie must have flashed him his gun, he keeps in a holster under his leather jacket.

“Come on, we are going for a little walk and drive” He gently moves Chrissy face from his neck and wipes her cheeks gently with his thumbs.

“Come on sweetheart let's get home to your nest. I'll make sure Steve's home for some cuddles and snuggles” He kisses the top of her head and smiles softly at her.

“Wh..what's going…. To happen to Jason?” Gareth looks over at Eddie who's grinning, a deranged glint in his eyes.

“You shouldn't bother yourself with that, baby. The less you know the more deniability you have” He wraps an arm around her as he leads her to their car, Eddie following, with Jason in too. Once by the car both betas look around before stuffing a protesting and fighting Jason into the trunk of the car. He helps her into the back seat and gets in next to her.

“You get slick stains on my backseat Garebear and I'll break your nose, that shit stains worse than blood”

He sputters and punches the back of his seat “ DUDE! I know you're broken but Jesus H. Christ, not the time! Or place! She nearly dropped, didn't you pay attention at all in school?” He feels his face heating up in sheer embarrassment and his scent sours. He turns to Chrissy. “ I'm sorry about him, he's had one too many punches to the head and it's scrambled his brain” She gave him a watery smile and leans close to him. “Just drive to the apartment Munson”

Gareth’s never been more glad for Eddie's need to always drive with the radio blasting, it simultaneously drawns out Jason's screaming as well as giving him extra incentive to sit as closely as he can to Chrissy, in case she wants to say something. Eddie turns on to her street when she speaks up.

“I ..um .. I want to watch” He frowns before going to speak.

“Fine with me Cherry, but I'm not holding your hand if you can't deal. I'm not a babysitter. He's gonna beg, plead, barter and promise you the world. He's gonna say whatever he can to save his skin. You think you can handle that?”

“Dude! Really….”

“I understand, every promise he's ever made to me he's broken. That's nothing new. I think .. no I need to see this” she squeezes his hand and looks at him “Please, I can do this” He sighs searching her eyes and nods.

“Yeah okay, just … I don't want you to think differently of me. I was hoping we could get to know each other outside of work …”

“I'd like that, too” She smiles earnestly at him “I know you're both fixers, Joyce, she warned me about you. Said I shouldn't get too close to you, because you're dangerous. But I trust you” She leans in and kisses him. He groans before kissing her back hungrily. He's about to pull her on his lap, as things start heating up and hands go wondering when he hears Eddie warning them about the slick stains.

“Fuck you!” Eddie cackles at him as he drives past Chrissy's apartment.

“You can't kill Jason though. His father has powerful friends and connections. He will come after you.”

He locks eyes with Eddie through the rear view mirror. “I don't think Wayne will hold a hand above us this time then. This is not a job”

“Really Garbear, have some faith. We don't need him dead, for him to get the message. He's an alpha right, well I say we take his knott. His fragile ego won't want him telling people that two betas and an omega overpowered him and gave him the snip. I read the file, he ripped you up real good, and he's the bible thumping kind. Eye for an Eye is right up his alleyway” Gareth glares at him for bringing up her past.

They drive for about an hour and a half out of the city to some seedy motel. He gets out with Chrissy. “Are you absolutely sure about this baby? You can wait in the car” He groans when she kisses him again. He nips her plump bottom lip playfully before slipping his tongue between them and entwines their tongues, pulling her flush against his body. She wraps her arms around his neck and whines softly. Once again Eddie makes them pull apart with an annoyed growl.

“Now really isn't the time for that, Emerson. Keep your dick in your pants and go in and get a room. I don't think sleeping asshole will stay sleeping for much Longer, yeah?”

Gareth flips him off before going to the trunk, he opens the lid in a way that in the of chance Jason hasn't knocked himself out and is playing possum he won't get jumped. Once he's sure he's out cold he steals his wallet. He takes Chrissy's hand and pulls her along into the motel lobby. They book a room under Jason Carver and ask for the most secluded room. Once they've paid for the room and gotten the key, he sends Chrissy up ahead to make sure the room is clear, while he goes back to Eddie.

Together they haul Jason's out of the trunk and bring him to the room. “Close the curtains Cherry and close the door behind us and pull out a chair ” They deposit Jason on the chair after she hurriedly obeys Eddie's instructions without hesitation. They duct tape him to the chair, he kisses Chrissy's cheek after they finish their task.

“You did good baby girl, really good” He smiles as she chirps softly at his words. He gives her one more kiss before gathering the trash bags from the wastebasket in the bathroom and room. He cuts them open and places them under chair before pulling down Jason's pants and boxers with a rough tug. He moves aside when Eddie moves to slap him hard across the alphas face.

“Wake up asshole! Nap hour is over” It takes a few more slaps and a glass of water thrown in his face to wake him up. Gareth stands next to Chrissy as he slowly wakes up in a panic and struggles against his bonds, making the chair topple over and falling with a thud on the floor.

“What they fuck is going on! Come on let me go! Chrissy this isn't funny! Tell your friends to let me go and we can go home together”

“Not happening asshole, but what is going to happen is, you're gonna sign and file them divorce papers and forget about Chrissy here and live your fucking shitty life” Gareth spits at him as Eddie rights him back up right. The alpha grunts at the action before trying to get at Eddie.

“Fuck you! I bought and paid for her, the bitch is mine to do with as I please! she's legally mine by God's fucking Law!”

“You … Bought me?” He pulls Chrissy close.

“Yeah I did! You're daddy didn't want you to marry young! It took a fat check but he foll…..” He rushed over and punched him hard across the jaw sending him falling to the floor again.

“Fuck you asshole, she doesn't isn't some object you own! I don't care how much money you threw at her parents, because fuck them too!” He leans down and duct tapes his mouth shut as he helps Eddie pull him up again. He fishes Jason's phone out of his jacket pocket and gives it to Eddie before pulling a switchblade out his back pocket and shows it to him. “Chrissy is dead to you, you get me?” He slashes his cheek and grins as the alphas body tenses against the chair and his muffled scream comes from behind his gag. “Make the call”

“Yeah Hey, 9-1-1? Yeah I just found a John Duct Taped to a chair in a motel room bleeding… yeah ahuh … ahuh .. he looks to be missing his knott …yeah, he's still alive … he's still bleeding … ahuh yeah … okay … yeah I can do that … yeah thanks … Just come quick” He waits for Eddie to end the call before grabbing Jason's small dick and pulls it tight before using his blade to cut it off just behind his knott. He isn't prepared for the feeling of blood gushing over his hands, it makes his stomach churn uncomfortably as he swallows down bile “Here you need to stop the bleeding” Eddie hands his a strip of tape he slaps over the bleeding stump. “Now come on hussel, the ambulance should be here within about 7 minutes and we need to be gone by then. Cherry grab the empty wastebasket so you both can hurl in there, in the car”

[mugloversonly]

Come to Eddie's for a Good Time a little late but my last entry for @domeddieweek day 8 prompt “free space” | rating: E | tw: breeding kink, cuckholding summary: Eddie has a side gig as a professional dom. Sometimes he throws a sex party and offers himself up as a “free use dom” for people to come and be played with. He invites a new coworker. AO3

Eddie smirks as he surveys the area. A house full of fucking, and fucked out people, who all came running at his call. He loved hosting these parties; he’d send out the mass text:

My dungeon is open, to all those depraved. I’m free to play, all you have to do is beg

And they’d come flocking to his door. Some to swing, some to fulfill a fantasy, some to find a new partner, but mostly; they came for Eddie. A journalist during the day, and a professional dom at night, Eddie loved to push people’s limits. Sometimes, he wanted to push his own. Thus, the “free use dominant” party was invented. Normally, those didn’t go together, but similarly to a “free use sub” Eddie would put himself in an easily accessible location, and anyone who wanted a piece of him, could have it. The key difference? He was in charge. Once they entered his dungeon, they’d submit to him. A requirement for parties like these were clean papers, dated no earlier than a week ago. Gareth, his platonic sub and best friend, manned the door, checking they were on Eddie’s list and their papers were in hand. He was asexual, but he still like to attend the parties and make sure everyone had what they needed, in exchange Eddie wouldn’t charge him for his next session; it was a win-win.

He was set up in the basement of the spacious four bedroom house he bought after he sued his hometown for the witch hunt when he was falsely accused of murder. The money didn’t make the accusations from the town go away, but they already hated him, so a nice little nest egg of cash was the least they could do.

The party raged upstairs, his regular invitees already raided his supplies for condoms and lube and whatever else they needed. His dungeon door propped open the whole time unless the sub wanted it shut; most didn’t, but some wanted to explore things they were embarrassed by, who was Eddie to Judge?

Already, he’d had a few subs who let him play with them to his heart’s content. Whips, ropes, over stimulation, he happily did it all.

Tonight was a little different; one of his coworkers from the newsroom heard about his second job. With new players, he preferred to do a one-on-one or a couple’s session before inviting them to a party, but she caught him while he was planning this one and he figured, it couldn’t hurt. Especially when she mentioned she wanted to cuck her boyfriend. He didn’t particularly like Steve Harrington but Nancy Wheeler was a babe. Getting to fuck a hot chick while her boyfriend watched was something he could get behind. But disappointingly, he hasn’t seen head nor hide of the couple.

He was pulled from his thoughts when his smoke buddies, Jonathan and Argyle waltzed in.

“Hello boys. You want couple stuff today or group individual?” As far as he knew, the two weren’t dating, but they did fuck a lot when they were high. The redness around their eyes let Eddie know they were in the stratosphere.

“Couple stuff.” Argyle said. Eddie nodded and shuffled through his rope box putting aside a bundle for later.

“Alright boys, Strip down to your birthday suits, please.” Eddie requested as he moved around the room. “Who’s bottoming?” He asked. Jonathan raised a finger. “Safe word?”

“Pasta.” Argyle and Jonathan replied at the same time.

“Perfect. Jon go ahead and kneel here, Argyle step behind him please.” Eddie moved them into position and pushed Jonathan down to all fours. He left him there and turned to Argyle, grasping his dick tightly in his fist.

Quickly and efficiently he stroked him to full hardness and turned to take care of Jon only to be pleasantly surprised to fin d him already stretched and wet. “Excited were you?” He laughed. He dribbled a bit of lube down Jon’s crack before directing Argyle to fill him. Once he was in to the hilt, Eddie began wrapping the rope around them. He tied them together at the thighs, around Argyle’s ass, and Jon’s waist until they were barely able to pull apart.

“Feel okay?” He asked.

“Full” Jon mumbled.

“Think he meant the ropes, Jon.” Argyle laughed. “They’re good.” Jonathan gave a thumbs up in reply.

“Great. Now, go ahead and fuck him Argyle.” Eddie said.

Argyle pulled out as much as he could, about an inch, before he thrust forward. The ties meant he wouldn’t be able to pound into Jonathan the way Eddie knew he liked and that made his own cock twitch.

“Harder, Argyle. Please.” Jon begged. Poor Argyle tried to speed up but was stopped by the ropes.

“Here, maybe this will help.” Eddie said and took hold of Jonathan’s dick, jerking him off hard and fast. Jonathan groaned, attempting to fuck himself into Eddie’s fist all while Argyle fucked his ass as best as he could. It didn’t long for him to spill into Eddie’s hand.

“Atta boy. Good job, bud.” Eddie said before he set his sights on the other man. He flicked a nipple and pinched it between his fingers as he took the other one into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Fuck.” Argyle mumbled. His thrusts sped up and he gripped Jonathan’s hips tighter.

“What do you need?” Eddie whispered.

“Kiss me?” Argyle asked shyly. Eddie gently grabbed the man’s cheeks, pulling him in and shoving his tongue past his lips roughly. He kissed him hard, teeth knocking together as one of his hands tangled into Argyle’s thick mane.

He tugged on his lock and smirked when the other man whined against his lips. Jonathan’s punched out uh, uh, uhs let Eddie know when Argyle came, his hips stopping a second later. Eddie pulled back to let the two men catch their breath as he untied them. Jon flopped to the floor once Argyle pulled out and yawned.

“Don’t sleep yet, bud.” Eddie snorted but it was too late, Jonathan’s snores rumbled through the room. He rubbed circulation back into their legs and helped Argyle carry Jon upstairs to his spare room.

“If you want to rest with him go for it. The bathroom has stuff to clean up and there’s a bunch of snacks int eh kitchen. Make sure to eat, okay?” He made Argyle give him a verbal conformation before he went back to his dungeon. He was treated to a gorgeous view.

“Well hello, beautiful. I wondered if I’d see you tonight.” He smiled at his girlfriend.

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun could I?” Chrissy asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Eddie ran his hands down her sides to cup her supple ass and give it a squeeze.

She was wearing his favorite white teddie with the garter he bought her for their anniversary.

“And have you been having fun?” He asked. He moved his fingers around to her pussy and cupped he in his hands. The gusset of the lingerie was damp but when he slipped a finger inside she winced.

“You okay, baby?” He asked concerned. She nodded softly. “Don’t lie.” He said sternly, a hint of his dom voice slipping out. Chrissy whined and held tighter to him.

“Jason asked if we could hook up and I said yes. But then he was pulling my hair, spanking me, and fucking me too hard.” She mumbled. Eddie took a deep breath so he didn’t startle his sweet girl.

“did you use your safeword?” He asked.

“Yeah, he ignored it.” She whispered, and Eddie saw red.

“How many times?” He asked. Chrissy hummed in confusion. “How many times did you say red before he stopped.” He clarified.

“Three.” She said softly. Eddie gently pulled from her grasp and started for the door but Chrissy blocked his path.

“Baby, step aside.” He said softly, she shook her head and took his hand.

“You’re going to do something crazy, aren’t you?” she asked.

“No, I’m going to do a completely rational thing, and kill him.” He growled.

“Gareth already kicked him out. Can you let it go?” She pleaded staring at him with big wet eyes. He sighed, he could never say no to her when it came down to it.

“Fine, I wont kill him. But he’s never coming here again. I promise I’ll get him blacklisted from as many events as I can.” Eddie said.

“Thank you. Can you help me forget? I don’t want to end my night like that but I don’t want to play with anyone else..” She whispered.

“Of course love. You know I’d do anything for you.” Eddie smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He cupped her cheek, keeping things slow and sweet, and lifted her into his arms.

“Can you handle me inside, princess? Be honest.” He requested.

“Yes, please Daddy. I want it.” She whined. Eddie laid her down on the day bed, keeping his hands on her firmly but gently. His princess needed things soft most days. That Jason would be mean and rough with her was already a red flag but ignoring her safe words? He’s lucky Eddie loves Chrissy too much to go to prison.

“I’m gonna take care of you, my love.” He whispered before he kissed down her body from her temple to her ankles then back up, stopping at the apex of her legs. He tapped her thigh twice, silently telling her to spread her legs. She did so hastily, and he licked up the seam of her, holding in his wince when he tasted mostly lube. Little shit couldn’t even get her wet.

He wanted to dive in and eat her out like a starving man, but he refused to move too quickly, lest her hurt her more. When she was nice and relaxed, he tried to slip a finger in again. He felt her tense up and reached out with his free hand to hold hers. He sighed in content when she relaxed and he moved his finger slowly. After a few minutes, he slid in a second finger. Chrissy cried out, in pain not pleasure.

“Mango.” Eddie whispered. He sat up and slowly pulled her hand free. He wrapped Chrissy up in his arms and laid her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Hey baby. None of that.” He pressed kisses into her hair. “I stopped because I didn’t want to keep hurting you. I know you want it, Princess but I promised never to hurt you in ways you didn’t like.” Chrissy nodded and let Eddie’s heartbeat calm her.

“I’m okay. But I need…” She trailed off.

“Anything.” Eddie promised. She reached for his belt.

“Can I suck you off? I need to make you feel good.” She said. Eddie held her face, eyes darting all over. He must have approved of what he saw because he quickly undid hi pants and pulled his cock out. During their conversation his dick flagged a bit but it didn’t take much to coax him to full hardness. Chrissy leaned forward but Eddie stopped her with a gentle press to her forehead.

“What do you say?” He asked.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Good girl.” He let her go and gestured for her to begin. She started slowly, kitten licking his tip and swirling her tongue around his bead before gently taking him into her mouth. He groaned when she hollowed her cheeks.

“Fuck, Princess. Your mouth drives me crazy.” He moaned. Chrissy smiled around his cock and sank down further. Once she had him fully down her throat she held him there, choking herself a little. It always amazed Eddie when she deep throat him; he wasn’t exactly small and he always wondered where the hell it all went.

After a few seconds she pulled back until only the tip rested in her mouth. Eddie cupped her cheek and left it there as she bobbed up and down. When she took him deep again, she placed his free hand on her throat so he could feel himself.

“Goddammit, baby.” He huffed. Her other hand came up to play with his balls as she worked him over. Eddie’s whole body was tense as he held still so he didn’t buck up into her.

“I’m close, love. Where do you want it?” His perfect girl tapped her cheek.

“God, I love you.” He said as his release crashed over him. Chrissy pulled back to collect his cum on her tongue, holding it there with her mouth open to show Eddie her prize. He pushed his fingers into the mess and pressed down on her tongue. She closed her lips around them and hummed in pleasure.

“Swallow, my girl.” he whispered. She shivered as she did as she was told.

“Thank you, daddy. I love you.” She said when she was finished. He pulled her back into his arms,wiping a few stray tears.

“I can stop the party.” He offered, but Chrissy shook her head.

“I’ll be okay. I’m gonna go shower and steal your pajamas.”

“I made you a smoothie. It’s in the freezer. Promise me you’ll drink it?” He asked as he helped her out of the bed. Before she could answer, who should enter the dungeon but none other than Nancy and Steve.

“Finally! I’ll be right with you two. Nancy go to that chest and pick out the ropes you want.” He said to the couple before turning back to Chrissy expectantly.

“The smoothie?”” He said pointedly.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll drink it.” She promised.

“Good girl, on you go.” He said giving her one last kiss.

“How does this work?” Steve asked once Chrissy left. Nancy was busy pulling out bundles of fabric.

Eddie ignored Steve and went to his mini fridge. He pulled out a water bottle and chugged the whole thing in one go, then grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned his dick and face. Only then did he turn to Steve.

“You guys got your papers?” He asked. He knew they did, he just liked double checking with new players.

“Obviously, Your doorman wouldn’t have let us in otherwise.” Steve said haughtily.

“Steven, no need to be rude.” Nancy said when she handed a soft bundle of black silk to Eddie.

“Yes, Steven. Is that anyway to talk to the guy who’s about to rock your girl’s world?” Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever man. She’s got a fantasy, and you’re convenient.” He crossed his arms. Eddie sucked his teeth before he strode over to Steve and slapped him hard across the face.

“Careful pretty boy. Keep talking like that and I’ll ruin her. She’ll leave here with only my cock in her mind. Then when you give her your pathetic excuse of a cock, she’ll say my name.” He stepped closer until his mouth was right against Steve’s ear. “Oh, Eddie! Fuck, Eddie!” He mocked in a high octave.

“You’re not that good.” Steve replied. Eddie smirked when he saw Steve’s Adam’s apple bob.

“Wanna bet?” He stepped away and grabbed a chair putting it perpendicular to the bed. “Sit.” He gestured to Steve. With as much attitude as he gave Eddie, he didn’t hesitate to sit down.

“Nancy, sweetie. Are these for him or for you?” Eddie asked.

“Steve.” She replied.

“Why is that?” He tied Steve’s wrists to the chair but left his ankles free.

“Because he can watch but not touch.” She answered, perfectly delivering her line. Some subs would provide him with a script to follow, either specific lines or concepts, and it was not surprise Nancy did.

“Exactly. Let’s hope, without the distraction of his now pleasure, he’ll learn how to fuck you properly. How’s that sound?” He asked.

“Good.” Nancy whispered.

“good, who?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Good, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” Eddie replied. Steve’s jaw clicked as he clenched it tightly. His hard dick outlined in his jeans betrayed him. He was enjoying this. That settled Eddie a bit but he knew Steve could stop this at any time if he really wanted to.

“Now, why don’t we get rid of this.” He said as he tugged on Nancy’s dress. He helped her out of it and smiled fondly at the purple bra and panties underneath. They weren’t anything crazy, it was the kind of stuff Eddie assumed one would wear to church; but it was a refreshing change of pace from all the lace and leather. He slowly removed the rest of her clothes.

“Damn, sweetie. You’re something else.” Eddie said and turned to Steve. “Ain’t she a beaut?” He asked the other man rhetorically.

Nancy stood next to the bed, nervously. She seemed unsure of where to start and a bit embarrassed about being the only one naked.

“It’s alright. Would it make you more comfortable if I was naked too?” She nodded shyly. Eddie smiled and quickly removed everything, his cock, half-hard again, slapped his thigh as it sprung out. There was a sharp intake of breath followed by a whispered fuck that sounded like it came form Steve. Nancy’s eyes widened as she took in his body.

“Like what you see, honey?” He asked smugly.

“Will that fit?” She whispered. Eddie barked a laugh in shock.

“Why mine longer than his?” He pointed at Steve.

“Thicker too.” She replied eyes still locked on his cock; it made Eddie preen a little.

“Then I guess we better get you nice and wet. Little Eddie isn’t even fully grown yet.” He helped her climb onto the bed so her legs hung off the end and she was facing Steve. Eddie held her chin and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly against his lips and Eddie slipped his tongue into her mouth. Gently, he caressed her tongue with his own, losing himself in it momentarily. He pulled away and pressed another quick kiss to her lips.

“Size doesn’t matter.” Steve insisted.

“Then it’s probably a skill issue. Keep an eye on your girl’s face, watch as I take her somewhere you never could.” He said before he buried his face in Nancy’s pussy. He went right for the kill, licking into her like he was the sweetest of treats.

If there’s one thing anyone should know about Eddie Munson, it was that he gave great head. He loved to make people writhe and moan off his tongue alone. Nancy was no different. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moaning when she pulled on his hair. Her legs wrapped around his neck, trapping them together.

“Eddie, oh. Right there, sir please.” She whined. Eddie replaced his tongue with two fingers and grinned.

“Tell him how good it feels. Tell him how much you love when I eat your pussy.” Eddie said before he went back to work.

“Oh, shit. He feels so good, Steve. I love when he eats me out, he’s so much better at it than you are.” Eddie turned his snort of amusement into a hard suck on Nancy’s clit. She cried out as she came hard, holding his head in place as she got him all wet.

Eddie let her catch her breath, in the meantime, he walked over to Steve and wiped Nancy’s juices off with the palm of his hand.

“Here, now you’ll know what it feels like to actually get her wet.” He swiped it across Steve’s mouth and smirked.

“Fuck you.” Steve spit. Eddie glanced at his hard cock with a pointed look.

“Sorry, this boner’s for your girlfriend. Maybe next time.” He said as he pat the man’s cheek. Nancy laid on her back and opened her legs for Eddie to crawl between. He pushed two fingers back inside, then three, then four. Since her orgasm loosened her up a bit, Nancy didn’t need a lot of help, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Ready, honey?” He asked.

“Yes sir. Please put it in.” She whispered. He eased inside her an inch at a time until he was fully seated, pausing so she could adjust.

“Fuck, honey. Your cunt is so tight.” He said. He gave a few experimental thrusts, grinning widely when Nancy squealed.

“More.” she begged. Eddie slapped her thigh and picked up the pace.

“Feels good, sir.” She mumbled.

“Thanks, honey, you feel good too. Is this your first time?” Nancy shook her head. “Sure feels like it. Your boyfriend doesn’t fill you up like I do, does he?”

“No sir.”

“No wonder you had to find a real man.” Eddie glanced at Steve. His knuckles were white he gripped the handles of the chair so tight.

“He’s pissed. The next time he fucks you, you won’t feel his tiny dick at all. Maybe we should show him what your pussy looks like when it’s fucked by a thick cock like mine.” Eddie pulled out and lifted Nancy like she was a doll. He laid her on her stomach with her head facing Steve. Eddie slid in behind her, grasped her hips, and positioned her onto her knees.

With no warning, he shoved his cock into her to the base, fucking her hard right off the bat. Nancy cried out and dug her fingers into the sheets. His thrusts were so hard, he was moving them up the bed little by little.

“You like that, honey?” Eddie growled. “You like when I pound your tight pussy?”

“Yes!” Nancy cried out.

“You like when I used you like a cheap whore?” He asked again as he picked up speed. If they were facing the headboard, it would put a hole through the wall.

“Yes! Yes, sir.” She screamed.

“Tell him.” Eddie grasped her hair and tilted her head to look at Steve. “Go on.”

“He fucks me so good. His cock is so big, it’s hitting me in places you never have.”

“Say, I love being a whore.” Eddie tightened his grip in her hair.

“I love being a whore.” Nancy panted.

“Tell him you love being my slut.” He grinned when her pussy squeezed him.

“I love being his slut, Steve.” Tears leaked out of her eyes and Eddie licked them up.

“Say your Eddie’s dirty girl.” He whispered in her ear.

“I’m Eddie’s dirty girl.” Nancy cried out. Eddie snagged her by the waist and pulled her back to his chest.

“Fuck, sir you’re so deep like this.” Nancy gasped.

“Did you tell Steve what you told me this morning?” Eddie asked, using one of the lines from Nancy’s script.

“No.” She whispered.

“Tell him.” Nancy shook her head. “Fine, I’ll tell him.” He smirked.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. His gaze was fixed on the point where the two were connected and Eddie reached down to spread Nancy’s lips a bit more, her poor pussy was red and puffy from the abuse it’s suffered.

“She wants to have my baby.” Eddie said with a sly smile.

“What?” Steve asked. Eddie grabbed Nancy’s hips and moved her up and down on his cock as he rocked up into her. She quickly took over and the two began fucking in earnest.

“Tell him.” Eddie insisted.

“It’s true. I want him to breed me. Stuff me full of his cum over and over until it takes.” Nancy admitted.

“That’s right. Your girlfriend wants to be my baby mama. Round with my kid. She wants me to use her like a sexy cock sleeve. Isn’t’ that right?” Eddie’s balls drew up, he was getting close. He wanted to get Nancy there one more time.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes. Use me like a toy! Let me be your cum dump. Keep me full with it until I can’t take anymore. Let me have your baby!” She screamed as he reached down to rub her clit in quick circles.

“Fuck Eddie! Please, cum inside me. I need it, I need it, I need it.” She begged. She rocketed into a second orgasm gushing cum all over the bed and drenching Eddie’s thighs.

“She ever beg for your cum, Harrington?” Eddie asked.

“No.” Steve whispered.

“And she never will.” Eddie said. “Here you go honey.” He pulled her flush against his hips, shooting rope after rope of cum inside her. Once he finished, he pulled out, laid her on her back, and held her legs in the air.

“Can’t let any cum spill out now can we?” He smirked.

“Oh, fuck yes.” She whispered.

After he untied Steve, he cleaned Nancy up, and offered on of the rooms to rest.

“We’re okay, thank you.” Nancy said a huge smile on her face, like a cat that got the cream.

“Alright,, just eat some snacks, drink some water before you leave, and promise you’ll call me if either of you feel off.” He implored.

“We promise.” Steve said, giving Eddie some sort of bro hug.

They’d only been gone a few minutes when his next scene partner came in.

“Let’s get started.” He smiled at the new guy.

~~~

Three months later, Eddie was writing up a guide to the best non-bar queer places in the city, when Nancy walked into his office.

“Hey, you.” He said. Their friendship hadn’t changed at all since the party which he was super happy about.

“I’m pregnant.” Nancy sighed. Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Congratulations?” He asked, unsure what to say. Nancy nodded and pursed her lips.

“It’s yours.” She whispered. Eddie froze.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.” She sighed again. “Oh, shit.”

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