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wh0re43van · 5 months

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Frogger Pt 2 (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You return to peters house to finish what you started, but he’s way ahead of you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Very smutty, Masturbation, sub!peter (no mommy kink tho bc Idr fuck with that), edging, whiny Peter, pantie stealing

A/n: I can’t get this divider to work right and I’ve also just realized that Frogger came out on Atari in ‘83 not ‘73,,, so just ignore that huge plot hole pls 🙏🏻 Speaking of which, I’d like to take this moment to say: Frogger? I hardly know her!

Okay thats it. Thank you for reading!!

Pt 1

After picking my little brother up from school, I pull into our driveway.

“Alright come on, Finn. you’re gonna learn how to heat up a TV dinner today,” I say as I open the passenger door for my brother, ushering him quickly towards our front door.

“Why?” he asks, confused as we enter our home.

“Cause I got shit to do. You’ve got five minutes to ask questions then I’m leaving,” I say as I walk into the bathroom right next to our kitchen to check my reflection. “So, you better start now,” I say as I reapply my lipstick.

“What? Does mom know?” he asks, sounding horrified.

“No and she won’t find out because I’ll be home before she gets back from her Tupperware party and you aren’t gonna say anything,” I say as I shake my finger in his face.

“Y/n, I’m only eight. What if someone breaks in?” he squeaks as he follows my quick steps to the freezer. I open the door, pulling out a random frozen meal.

“Then hide,” I say flatly, knowing that our neighborhood is safe. He looks at me, still horrified.

“Ugh,” I groan before grabbing a pen and writing the Maximoff phone number on our calendar that’s hanging on the fridge. “I’m going to Peters. This is their phone number. Call and ask for me if anything happens. I should be back in an hour or two,” I say before grabbing my keys off the counter and walking to the door. “Lock the doors, don’t answer for anyone unless it’s me, mom, or dad and stay inside the house,” I say as I unlatch the wooden door.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me about the dinner!” he stops me in my tracks.

“You can read right?” I ask, he nods his head. “Directions are on the box,” I lock the door behind me as I all but run towards my vehicle.

As I take the short drive to Peters house, my heart races in anticipation. I hate to admit it, but I managed to get just as worked up as he did- if not, more. My Fleetwood Mac cassette plays loudly in my stereo, but all I can hear is the whimpers that escaped Peter’s mouth earlier. He looked so fucking pathetic writhing underneath me, mewling through shaky breaths; It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of peter standing half naked, desperate, and confused with his pants so tight around his erection that his button could pop off at any moment makes more core ache. I pull up to the Maximoff house, parking halfway on the curb, but I’m in too much of a hurry to fix it. I sprint up to the door, taking a deep breath to compose myself before knocking. Ms. Maximoff soon opens the door.

“Y/n, back so soon?” she grins, allowing me to enter.

“Yes ma'am, I have something that I need to finish,” I smile innocently. She nods.

“Peter should be downstairs, I haven’t seen him since you left,” she walks back to the kitchen, leaving me to make my way to Peter’s room. I quietly walk down the stairs, stepping onto the shag carpet. I freeze in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of me.

Peter sitting upright on his couch, completely naked, his head thrown back, resting on the back of the sofa as his hand pumps his rock hard dick. His eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth hangs agape, releasing the hottest whimpers I’ve ever heard. His cheeks and lips are flushed as his nose scrunches in pleasure… then I hear it.

“Fuck, y/n” he mewls, so quiet I could barely hear it, but the sound of him muttering my name as he strokes himself rings through my ears like a trumpet, making my knees weak.

‘Oh, this gonna be wicked!’ I smirk to myself.

“Yes?” I bite my lip, approaching the disheveled boy. Peter’s so stunned that he just jumps up. He doesn’t zoom away. He just stands there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen.

“I-I-I didn’t- I wasn’t- y/n,” he sputters, I walk up to him, gently pushing him back down to the couch.

“You weren’t what?” I sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest; He’s hot to the touch. “Rubbing one out while thinking about me?” I ask lowly.

“I well, y-y-you just left me,” he says, staring at me with wide eyes, his dick still standing at attention. “I tried not to, it just wouldn’t go away,” he explains as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Hmm,” I tap a finger to my lips in mock consideration. “I think I know how to help you,” I say with a shrug. Peter smiles at me, settling into the couch, closing his eyes, waiting for me to touch him. I get down on my knees in between his legs. “But I need you to show me what you were doing first,” I look up at him, laying my head on his bare thigh. He looks down at me, confused.

“Y-you want me to…” he motions towards his erection.

“Mhm,” I hum, looking at him through my lashes. His cheeks burn bright red, but he slowly moves his hand to his length. I watch intently as he begins to stroke himself. His hand runs over his red, swollen tip and he lets out a quiet whimper. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” I hum.

Even though he’s embarrassed, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. His breath quickens and his dick twitches in his hand as I speak. He picks up speed, obeying my command, letting out a pathetic little moan, as he stares down at me. “I think I know what you’re doing wrong,” the sultry tone drips from my tongue as I sit up on my knees.

“What?” he asks, his voice small as he watches my every move. I take his length into my own hand, dipping my head down, gathering spit in my mouth that I allow to drip from my lips onto his swollen tip. His brown eyes, wide as saucers, watches the saliva trickles onto him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I use my fingers to spread the lubrication around. I hear his breath hitch, then I pull my hand away.

“Now try it,” I smile. I can tell he’s getting sexually frustrated.

“Really?” He whines. “But I want-“ he whines some more before I stop him.

“Do it, Peter,” I say sternly. He gulps, returning his hand to his now slick cock. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” I coo. He looks down at me, nodding his head. I slowly shift from my knees to sit on my ass, keeping his desperate eyes locked into mine. I spread my legs, revealing my soaked white panties underneath my skirt. Peter whimpers loudly at the sight, thrusting his hips into his hand.

“C-come on y/n, what are you tryin’ to do to me?” He groans, breathlessly.

“I’m helping you, quickie,” I giggle lightly before I run my hand over my clothed core. Peter shifts on the couch, sitting up to get a better view. His hand picks up speed around his length. I hum at the contact on my core, laying my head back, allowing my hair to fall from my shoulders down my back. I tilt my head to the side, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when I catch Peters gaze locked onto my dripping panties, not even blinking as he pumps his cock mercilessly. The muscles in his arm tense and his dick twitches, precum oozes out.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-“ he whimpers breathlessly.

“Stop,” I demand. “Remove your hand, Peter,” I direct him as I continue rubbing circles on my clit through the thin cotton. With a reluctant whimper, he pulls away.

“Mmm,” I slide my panties slowly down my legs, he watches with intensity. I’ve never seen him focus on anything this long before. “Good boy,” I praise, tossing the panties beside him on the couch. He looks at them, then back at me. I giggle, pulling my sweater and my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. When I return my gaze to the couch, Peters eyes are still locked on me like before, but my panties are gone.

‘That pathetic little perverted kleptomaniac,’ I smile to myself. I don’t mention it-allowing him to keep the drenched panties as a prize for listening so well. Instead, I just bring my fingers down to my now exposed core. His eyes follow my hand like a cat’s follow a laser pointer. I use a finger to dip into my soaking entrance, dragging my slick up to my clit before I begin to rub circles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, fuck, Peter,” I relish the pleasure that I bring myself. He let’s out a string of mewls as he thrusts up into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Are- Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He whispers, bringing his gaze from my slick folds up to my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the desperate state of the poor boy.

“What do you mean?” I play Innocent as I move my fingers back to my entrance.

“I-“ He starts but he’s immediately distracted when I slip my finger inside myself, letting out a pornographic moan.

“Go on Peter,” I smirk. “I’m listening,” I bat my lashes.

“You’re just so-“ he speaks as if his mouth has gone dry.

“Fuck,” I let out another moan, purposely cutting him off again as I slip another finger inside myself and begin to curl up into that special spot.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice cracks, his legs are shaking, his silver hair is stuck to his face with sweat and his dick is so hard that the tip has taken on a purple hue. Finally, I broke him. “Please, please, please, y/n please I’ll do anything,” he whines, pleading for mercy.

I smile, hoping up then turning around, slowly sliding my skirt down, bending over as I push the thin fabric to my feet.

“Please,” he whimpers again. I turn back around, smiling at the poor boy. “I’m not sure I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” he mewls as I straddle his waist. He winces when his erection slaps against my stomach.

“Oh, don’t lie to me Peter,” I whisper in his ear. I bring my fingers that I was using on myself up to his mouth, he happily opens, sucking them clean as he stares up at me with his big puppy eyes.

Jesus Christ I moan internally.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I bring my face right in front of his, grabbing either side of his cheeks with the same hand. “Don’t act up now,” I say sternly. He responds with an audible gulp. “Tell me Peter. Tell me how much you’re enjoying our time together right now,” I whisper as I ghost the fingers of my free hand over his needy cock. He twitches in my hand.

“I-you-“ he gulps again. His wide eyes looking directly into mine. “Y/n, this is hotter than any porno I’ve ever seen,” he admits whole heartedly, through muffled words as my hand squeezes his cheeks together a bit, earning a genuine laugh out of me.

“Well luckily for you,” I grab his length firmly, beginning to pump him slowly. “You won’t have to rent those stupid films anymore, not with me around,” I smirk before I bring him into a kiss, wrapping one hand in the back of his head. To my surprise, he kisses back intensely. His hands shoot up, grabbing both sides of my face to pull my head closer to his. He kisses me with strong desire.

“You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he groans into the kiss. I lift my hips up, not breaking the passionate kiss, using my hand to line him up with my dripping entrance.

“Of course, I do, Peter,” I whisper before setting down on his desperate cock, taking him all the way into me in one swift motion. He lets out a loud whimper- almost a shriek. “Shhh” I giggle against his lips, stifling my own moan.

“I’m sorry,” he whines. He peers into my eyes with his chest heaving, sweat covering every inch of his toned body while his shaky hands hold their death grip on my hips. I place my hands behind me onto his thighs so I can slowly slide myself up down on his length.

“It’s okay Peter, but you gotta keep it down a bit. Can you do that for me, baby?” I coo. He nods his head as he watches in awe as I fuck myself on him, unable to look away. He fills me up perfectly, his desperate cock sliding in out of my velvet walls earns a few low moans out of me. ”You’re so big, Peter,” I compliment, he smiles at me flashing his dimples. With a surge of confidence, he brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them to my clit, tracing figure eights, watching my face for approval. “Mmm, that feels good, baby. Good job,” I praise him. He moves his fingers faster, and faster, and faster to the point that his hand is just a blur. ”Fuck!” I accidentally shout from the vibrations coursing through my body.

“Shhh,” he smirks. “You gotta keep it down, remember?” he mocks me. I can’t help but laugh, his sudden confidence is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. He moves his hand from my core- much to my disappointment- before he grabs my hips again.

“May I?” he asks politely, his voice small again as he thrusts into me, wanting to take a bit of control. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm,” I grant him permission. “Only since you’ve listened so well,” I smirk. As soon as I give him the okay, he’s pounding into me mercilessly.

“Peter!” I shout in surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me at inhuman rates. The speedster doesn’t seem to hear me as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whines, still somehow sounding submissive even when I’ve given him control. I quickly feel my release nearing as I grip onto his shoulders to keep him from bucking me off. I’ve never been so worked up in my life, my body feels like it’s on fire as I watch the handsome boys hips blur underneath me.

“Peter, I’m close,” I moan, my words come out punctuated as if I’m in a vehicle that’s driving 100mph down a pothole filled gravel road. His head shoots up at my words.

“Please y/n,” he whimpers as I bring my lips to his. “Please I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you, please,” he whines and begs like a starving puppy, sending me over the edge. Pleasure shoots from my vibrating core throughout my whole body as a string of moans and curses fall from my lips. “Thank you,” I hear him mewl as I chase the euphoria I’m feeling.

‘Did he just thank me, for cumming on him?’ I think to myself. This man knows exactly how to get me worked up, and I don’t even think he realizes it. Suddenly, with a fwp I’ve lost all contact with him as I’m sat beside him on the couch. His eyes hungrily explore my body while he continues to pump himself as whimpers and groans fall from his lips, his dick is visibly twitching.

‘oh’ my confusion subsides once I realized he was about to cum himself. I regain my position on my knees between his legs, watching his face as I take him into my mouth. I consider ruining his orgasm again, but before I can make up my mind, his eyes are scrunched shut and his nose is wrinkled in pleasure as the hottest, most pathetic whimper I’ve ever heard fall from his swollen lips like music to my ears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he groans as he empties his seed onto my tongue. I swallow the huge load, kitten licking his slit and hollowing out my cheeks a few more times for good measure. He falls onto the couch, lifeless. His chest heaving, the muscles in his legs twitching and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Peter?” I ask, slightly concerned. “Peter?” I ask again a but louder, slapping his leg as I stand from the ground, sitting next to him.

“I…” he slowly turns his head next to me. I can almost see his heart beating out of his chest. “I think you just changed me as a man,” he pants. I laugh at his revelation, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I’m honored to be the one to do it,” I smile. He slowly sits up, holding his head as if he’s dizzy.

“I’m fucking starving,” he sighs. I stand up, starting to get dressed.

“Well, clean up real quick and we can go get some food after I check on my brother,” I smile. His eyes light up at the mention of food. He stands, taking a step then stopping, looking at me confused. He takes another step, stopping.

“You broke me, I can’t even zoom across the room,” he looks mortified. I giggle putting my hand on his shoulder.

“It will come back soon, give your body time to catch up,” I slip my skirt on, without my panties. “At least I know your weakness now,” I giggle.

“A dominant woman?” he smiles as he slips on his shirt.

“My used panties,” I smirk, motioning to the white fabric sticking out of his bedside drawer. His eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry you can ha-“ I cut him off.

“Keep ‘em. I think you earned it,” I wink. He looks away with blushed cheeks before dressing his bottom half.

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madaboutmunson · 1 month

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Title: Found what I’m looking for

written for ‘pin’ prompt by @steddiemicrofic

wc: #388| rated: T | cw: cursing, reference to alcohol

Note: I wrote this when I saw the prompt and when I went to look at how to post, I saw the master list and that someone had used this game in their story too. Apologies for that it wasn’t intentional 🤍

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"Aren't you a little old for pin the tail on the donkey?" Robin mockingly impersonates Steve from about two hours and many cups of punch earlier.

"Shut up! I'm gonna show you shitbirds how this is done, and no amount of you trying to psyche me out is going to make a difference," Steve said confidently, "I've got this."

"'Course you do, Steve,' Dustin said in patronising support as he helped spin a blindfolded Steve around and let him go.

With one sense shut off, Steve carefully utilises his others to understand where he is. He could hear the music from the stereo blaring, but it was so loud it was hard for that to give him a sense of direction. He listened a little more carefully and heard a crunch of popcorn that he knew for sure was Robin.

He turned until Robin was where she should be for him to be facing the picture on the back of the door.

Dustin's new campaign party, whatever that meant, had been a crowded affair. A bunch of people from this new club he was in and some other collection of nerds from camps or other clubs were here, too. Steve had offered up his house to prevent Mrs Henderson from getting involved.

But Steve had spotted one of the kids spike the punch, immediately confiscated it, and escaped the Nerdfest with Robin to the game's garage, which was abandoned in favour of dragons, Star Trek, and an Atari.

Steve heard a click of the door handle, "HEY! No cheating. You move that thing. Your ass is grass!"

With the extra direction information, Steve headed toward it and reached out a hand quickly to hit something hard. He smiled, having found the door.

Weird, he thought the poster was paper, but it felt like fabric. Fancy.

Steve trailed his fingers around the fabric to try and figure out where to pin the tail, much to the amusement of Dustin and Robin.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You won't be laughing so hard when I'm declared the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey king," Steve scoffed.

The laugh appeared from somewhere that made his stomach drop. Someone was right in front of him.

Steve quickly ripped off the blindfold and found his hand trailing over the t-shirt of a blushing but very smug-looking Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #steddie #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #steveharrington #steve stranger things #steddie microfic

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allmoshnobrain · 24 hours

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Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

from this prompt list │requests are open! send yours here

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly.

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you.

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

#metallica #metallica imagines #metallica headcannons #jason newsted #jason newsted headcannons #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted x you #jason newsted smut #metallica x reader #metallica x you #jason newsted fanfiction #metallica fanfiction #ada writes fanfiction

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Perfect To Love Part 17

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

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Beth loved her birthday. Being a Christmas baby was a different sort of magic. The only thing was she had never had anybody to spend it with before. That was until this year. This year she actually got to throw a party, one that everyone actually said yes to coming too. That was a first for her. Especially her parents who were shocked by the crowd Beth had brought in, and how different they all were from one another. Everyone had come. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max.

Everyone except for Steve.

She couldn’t help but be disappointed but after all she didn’t invite him. She had planned this after making up with Robin and Steve hadn’t reached out until two days ago. She did see a glimpse of his car in the driveway when he dropped Dustin off and that thought alone made her heart lurch. Yet she couldn’t think about it for too long because for the first time her living room was full of people she loved, laughing as Dustin beat Lucas at another Atari game. The Christmas tree sparkling in the corner and all her birthday presents scattered under it.

“This cake is amazing” Eddie said, his mouth full of the chocolate cake with pink frosting her mother had made. Beth chuckled lightly at him before handing him a napkin.

“I’ll tell my Mom you said so” she told him and he just smiled wide because Beth’s Mom was her, just older, and he had no issue shamelessly flirting with them both.

“Oh I’ll make sure she knows” he said and then Beth was launching a pillow across the living room, hitting him square in the head, and Robin fell into a fit of giggles as this happened.

“You asked for it” Nancy said as she pulled the cake from his lap to avoid further damage of smearing it on any furniture.

“Nance, are you going to see Johnathon for the Holidays?” Beth asked as if she didn’t just attack her other friend and Nancy smiled softly.

“Yeah he flies in the day after Christmas. I’ll have him till New Year’s day” she smiled softly, a warm blush on her cheeks and Beth vaguely wondered what it would be like to be so far away from the one she loved. Then she realized in a sense she knew, Steve being a far away thought for a while now.

“Me and El call the basement” Mike called out from the floor in front of the TV and Nancy rolled her eyes.

“You’re fifteen Mike, you do not need to be alone with your girlfriend” Nancy bickered back and Mike shot daggers her way.

“Yes I do” and then the two of them were arguing, clearly pent up for time alone with significant others.

“Will is coming home too, I can’t wait” Dustin piped in, eyes glued to the screen as he yet again beat Lucas at whichever game they had moved onto playing.

“It’s been so long since the original party has been together. Mike has been planning a campaign all week” Lucas grinned as he set down the remote, now tired of Dustin destroying him at every game. Max crossed her arms and instantly glared his way.

“So you can spend 19 hours in a dusty basement that smells while ignoring me?” she asked and Lucas instantly got nervous under her stare.

“You’ll have El” he offered and she just rolled her eyes before standing to sit beside Beth on the couch.

“Boys” she muttered and Beth just chuckled at the fiery red head, in awe of how she had put up with all of them for so long.

“All right let’s stop bickering and let’s do presents” Robin clapped her hands together and instant footsteps came from the kitchen.

“Ooh presents! Wait for us” Allie cooed as she joined the kids in the living room and Alan grumbled from behind her, following at a much slower and less eager pace.

“Alright let’s get this over with” Alan said but Beth knew he didn’t mean it in a mean way. That was just her Dad, and she loved him dearly for it.

Presents got handed her way, the first from Robin. She had bought her a new book she had been wanting. Nancy then gave her a new dress, very similar to the one she got on her first date with Steve and Beth could only smile. Eddie had gifted her a homemade Corroded Coffin shirt and she chuckled before telling him she loved it. The kids had all pitched in to buy her a necklace, it was dainty and silver, and held a tiny charm that said 84. The year her car was built. It was extremely thoughtful. Then her parents had gifted her a copy of Back to The Future on VHS, knowing her love for Micheal J. Fox. After all of that there was still one gift left, neatly wrapped with a beautiful yellow bow around it.

“It’s from Steve” Robin muttered, unsure of Beth’s reaction and she felt a bit of shock wash over her before seeing Dustin who sat nervously avoiding eye contact. She knew he had brought it for him and he was very kind to do so.

“I’ll open it later” Beth told her softly and Robin nodded as she placed it back under the tree, an awkward and quiet lull now filling the living room.

“Do you all want to hear me practice Metallica?” Eddie asked and the room instantly erupted in groans and Beth could only chuckle as she smiled at Eddie. Thankful he had lightened the mood.

The rest of the night went perfectly. The group even warming up to her father who could only laugh at their antics. He was glad Beth had found a group of good people and that they were willing to come here on a Sunday. Yet they couldn’t stay forever so Beth slowly said goodbye to them, one by one as they left to go home and celebrate Christmas time with their families. Soon it was just Robin left and even she had given Beth a big hug before going home to her parents. It was a beautiful winter night, snow falling softly on the ground, and the houses outside all had Christmas lights that lit up the earth. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the gift, feeling it stare her down as she looked outside, curled in a blanket with hot cocoa in her hands. Finally she realized she’d just have to do something about it.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll be back in a little while” and then she was snatching her coat, the present, and a letter from her room, before rushing out the door to her car. She reminisced on the first time she took this route, annoyed with Robin she even got tricked into driving this way and now suddenly she wanted to do this drive a hundred times over if it meant getting to see him every time. Just the thought of him all alone in the big empty house with no decorations, sugar cookies, hot cocoa, stockings, presents, a Christmas tree, loved ones, was heart breaking.

Beth stood under his porch light, watching the snowflakes flutter down, she could feel them getting caught in her lashes, and she knew the tip of her nose was pink. If she waited any longer she’d be the color of Steve’s door, and then she remembered he was all alone behind it and that was partly her fault. She had taken all his friends for her birthday and hadn’t included him. So she removed one hand from the present she had clutched to her chest and softly knocked on the door.

“B” he looked surprised and Beth just shook with a chill as she offered up a soft smile. “What’re you doing here?”

“Well it’s my birthday and I realized the only person I wanted to spend it with wasn’t there” she told him and Steve was smiling before ushering her in from the cold.

“You didn’t open my present” he noticed and Beth shrugged as his hands rubbed up and down her arms to warm her.

“Didn’t feel right to open it without you, and I had a present for you too” she smiled at him and he could only chuckle, somewhat relieved and over the moon that she was here.

“Come on and warm up, then you can open your present” Steve said and Beth nodded as she slipped off her shoes and went the familiar direction of his living room. Once she was sat on the couch, keeping her coat on for warmth, he was covering her lap with a blanket.

“Sit with me?” she asked softly and Steve smiled as she lifted a side of the blanket and allowed him beside her.

“Go on, open it” he grinned at her and Beth laughed as she delicately removed the bow before ripping the paper. Who would’ve thought Steve was so good at wrapping gifts.

Inside was a frame, gold with a beautiful engraving along it, and inside the frame was three pressed flowers. Beth was almost confused until she saw his handwriting underneath. October 12th 1985. The day of their first date. That was when she realized he had saved some of the flowers he had brought her and made this himself with the intention of giving it to her later on. If she hadn’t believed the letter before she had believed it now and her stomach did one full swoop as she looked at him.

“Steve, it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say” and he just blushed, a nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“I just figured it was something you’d want to remember” he told her and she smiled before reaching into her pocket. The letter she had grabbed was not the one he had written her but in fact one she had written in response.

“Here, for you” she told him and Steve nervously glanced at her as she gave him a letter with his own name written in cursive across the front. “Go on and read it”

Dear Steve,

I have always wanted a love letter but I have always wanted someone to love more. I pulled back because I was afraid I would always love you more than you loved me, if you even loved me at all. Now I know that isn’t true. In fact Steve Harrington, after reading your beautifully written letter I’m pretty sure you love me just as much, if not more than I love you. Isn’t that such a beautiful thought? To be loved and know love even if it’s once in a life time. It was more than I ever imagined it being and now I know I’m worthy of it. You did that for me Steve, you made me see that I’m more than just my size. I’m well appreciated in this ugly and often times lonely world and I’m probably the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by you. I’m glad Robin had asked you to meet me because if you never did I’m afraid I still would be to scared to put myself out there. I held myself back and if we had never met I would still be hiding and the thing about loving someone is allowing yourself to be loved. There is no use thinking you’re unworthy without seeing if you really are. Keeping yourself sheltered from it, safe from heart break, keeps you from enjoying it in the first place. So even if I only get to love you for a little while or forever, at least I got to love somebody as much as they loved me.

Yours, Beth ♡

“You forgive me?” he nervously asked, trying desperately to keep his eyes from watering because all he ever wanted was to be loved back by somebody. He always felt like he gave more with Nancy and his parents never stuck around long enough to care. But now he had someone who loved him just the same.

“I think I did a while ago, I was just scared” she told him earnestly and he smiled before darting towards her. His lips met her own in a haste, kissing her for all she was worth, because Beth Walker was worth the entire world.

“You are perfect to love Beth Walker, don’t forget that” he told her once he pulled away, heavy breaths puffing out, and Beth had found herself completely warmed over now as she accepted this response from him. Accepted taking the risk of loving another even if it meant in the end she could be heartbroken.

“You are too Steve Harrington” and he was grinning before pressing his smile back to her own. The two of them too caught up in each other. Steve relishing in the feeling of her fingers tugging lightly at his hair and he gave her hips a squeeze, thankful his empty home was now so warm. Warm with the welcoming presence of the girl he couldn’t help but fall in love with.

“Were you planning on sticking around for a while?” he asked, longing for her to stay and Beth looked to see what time it was. 8:15pm. She still had four hours of birthday left.

“Well I still have a little birthday left and I’d love to spend it with you” she told him, a warm hand curling around his bicep and she felt it flex lightly under her fingers.

“So I can keep you until midnight Cinderella?” he told her, lopsided smile tugging at his lips and she matched it before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yes, and you get to be with me for the best part too” she told him and Steve snuggled closer to her, hands finding the skin under her sweater and Beth didn’t find herself as scared of it as she thought she would be.

“And what might be the best part?” he asked and Beth just hummed gleefully as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“The time I was born. 11:45 at night, my exact birthday” she told him and Steve watched as he delicately laced his fingers through her own, holding their hands over their shared blanket.

“Fifteen minutes later and you would’ve been born on the 23rd” he told her and Beth just shrugged against him.

“True but I like the 22nd. Something about the two’s, my angel number” she told him and Steve pressed a kiss to her hair.

“How does the number two relate to us?” he asked and Beth leaned her head up to look at him, her hand leaving his own to push same fallen hair back.

“Because you did it right the second time we met” and Steve was smiling something fierce at that before pressing a hundred kisses to her face. Beth erupted in giggles and when Steve finally ceased his attack he pulled her as close as he could.

“I guess that counts for you giving me a second chance too” and Beth giggled lightly, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

“I guess so, don’t make it a third. I’m not as lucky with three’s” and Steve was laughing and for the first time in a while everything was right. Everything felt as it should be and Steve could only bask in the feeling of getting to hold the person he loved during the Holidays. Getting to love a person no matter their faults because that’s how he always wanted to be loved. To be loved in spite of it all. No one is perfect, but everybody can be perfect to love.

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Only one more chapter left my friends <3

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Despite reading all your posts abt it I still have no idea what Bigtop Burger is skfkskdk HOWEVER I would still like to hear abt your StEx AU :]

YAY ty for enabling me <3

(it's an animated show on youtube and it's super good!! it's about Totally Normal™ rival food trucks except one of them is run by an alien clown who was banished from his home planet for getting stage fright during a production of cats the musical and the other one is run by a 1000-year-old zombie bounty hunter who is also italian. there's only about an hour's worth of content between all the current eps/songs and it has me grasped by the scruff of the neck like a misbehaving kitten)

sticking this under a cut bc my god the rambling

just focusing on zomburger rn bc they're my beloveds <3 they're a short-line freight train!

cesare is a converted oil-burning steamer who used to be a passenger engine once upon a time before getting stuck on freight duty. he's lowkey pissed about essentially getting demoted and goes out of his way to cause problems on purpose - he's extremely petty and WILL slow down whenever he sees a passenger train so they can't pass due to freight having right of rail! has a one-sided rivalry going on with renown tourist train 'the bigtop' (they're more baffled by his antics than anything else tbh)

he got a little fucked up during the conversion process so he'll leak oil from his eyes/mouth sometimes, it's gross </3 his crew doesn't really care tho since they're freight so they're used to grime

frances: were you guys making out again

doctor, face completely covered in oil: no

he totally does NOT care about his freight so what if he makes them sleep in his stall during bad weather so he can keep an eye on them to make sure they're safe it doesn't mean ANYTHING shut up.

(he also never turns his headlight off so his eyes always glow but that's not bc of the conversion he's just a weirdo)

doctor is a gondola! he usually carries junk/scrap metal. he'll do that social experiment thing where if you hand someone something while talking to them they'll take it without even thinking. you're having a conversation with him and suddenly you're holding a copy of the atari E.T. game

he'll save things that he thinks are neat or that the others will like! expresses affection by giving you garbage :)

is totally unfazed by the rotary dumper (it freaks everyone else out), very skilled at heckling coaches, and will eat human food (what is wrong with him)

conrad is a hazmat tanker and he wears goggles for safety :) why is a short-line carrying hazardous material? don't worry about it. he's v big and v strong and a lil dumb but doing his best! will pick up frances and doctor and carry them around sometimes

he'll also drink his load if he thinks he can get away with it (he is not sneaky starlight bless him). man chugs hydrochloric acid like powerade. kind of scared of humans, they creep him out a bit

frances is a transfer caboose and she's basically cesare's right hand man brake van in this scenario bc she's more than happy to be a nuisance!

cesare: FRANCES HIT THE BRAKES WE NEED TO BE AN I N C O N V E N I E N C E

frances: on it boss (saluting emoji)

she was converted from a flatcar (she still has the lil fangs) but she generally tends to get along better with coaches (loves her boys tho). she LOVES having passengers bc she thinks humans are super cute <3

she'll hack into other train's radio frequencies and eavesdrop/interrupt/pass along the hot gossip to everyone else. she'll also tune into stations and sing along to songs sometimes (cesare will tell her to cut that shit out and then 3 seconds later ask if she can get anything italian)

last random cute thing before i am forcibly dragged off stage!! freight naturally have black nails so they all paint theirs blue to match with cesare <3

#replies #bigtop burger #stex #i think in this au cesare would just absolutely hate espresso. italian-on-italian violence

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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 36

Alfred returned to Ashford Hall the day before the most unusual Christmas of his life. For the first time in their short existence, the Ashfords and Campbells had not gathered for their usual frugal Christmas dinner. There were no cousins to play and sing with, no bagpipers, no drunken adults....

Grandmother Elizabeth and butler Scott Harman greeted him at the front of the house, along with two middle-aged people he didn’t know. Elizabet’s Dutch niece Sophie and her husband Lars. They had come to England to visit Elizabeth and meet Alfred.

Elizabeth introduced him and the little boy shook her hand, hiding his sadness. The dreadful first term at school culminated in a bleak Christmas. Fortunately, Sophie and Lars left as soon as dinner was over.

Alfred hated the attitude of his continental relatives.

They walked around the manor like a guided tour of Buckingham Palace. They asked all sorts of leading questions about his Stuart ancestry and the Ashford line. He was asked indelicately if his father could be king. Alfred replied that technically he could, as Veronica Ashford had never renounced her dynastic rights, but that they had no intention of claiming the Crown. The claim died with the death of Charles Edward Stuart[1]. At dinner, Alfred endured angry questioning from both relatives about Umbrella. The boy didn't know much about his father's work, and his father had made them swear never to talk about what he was really doing, lest the integrity of the family be compromised. So he kept his mouth shut and gave way to Elizabeth, who answered their unwelcome questions with subtle eloquence.

The highlight of the day came when Sophie and Lars gave him a huge present. He opened it without waiting until the next morning and discovered an Atari 2600 with three video games: Space Invaders, Breakout and Flag Capture. Alfred recognised the machine from advertisements in the newspapers his father read.

With the couple saying goodbye and his grandmother warning him not to stay up too late, Alfred set about connecting the console to the television in their private upstairs living room. He struggled with the setup until, through trial and error, he found the right ports. He switched on the console to play Space Invaders, and the TV responded by manifesting a colourful cathode ray universe of moving pixels [2]. The repetitive scrolling of vertically aligned amorphous blobs mesmerised him. Paralysed, he waited for the first row of aliens to crash into the turret stationed at the bottom of the screen. He restarted the game by pressing the only available button on the joystick controller. The aliens and the turret returned to their positions. Alfred moved the joystick sideways. The turret moved right and then left. When he pressed the button, it shot upwards. He killed his first alien. The second. The third, the fourth, the fifth and the sixth. A whole row of invaders disappeared as the numbers on the counter at the top went crazy.

At five o'clock in the morning, Harman was inspecting the rooms when he heard a shrill noise coming from the private room. Startled, he rushed in.

Sitting on the floor, Alfred was manipulating a device far removed from Harman's old-fashioned understanding. Like Pavlov's pigeon, the boy pressed a button on a plastic stick. With each action of the remote control, the television emitted a thunderous beep that shattered his eardrums, a vulgar electronic noise that seemed to have been composed by Lucifer. Alfred, static, stared at the chaotic whirl of lights and beeps as if possessed: deep circles stretched under his eyelids and the veined ramifications of his irritated eyes were visible to the naked eye. At the boy's alarming state, Harman reflexively turned off the television.

Alfred finally reacted. Inexpressively, he turned off the console. He stood up with a start. And without turning his attention to Harman, he left the room like a soul in pain. The butler approached the diabolical device. Its plastic casing burned like a furnace. Disturbed, he withdrew his hand from the unfamiliar device, fearing for the boy's physical and mental health.

III

For the Christmas dinner, Alexander hired a celebration company to decorate the mansion he had purchased on the outskirts of Cambridge, Massachusetts. Fifty guests were invited to enjoy a hodgepodge of Scottish and Irish cuisine and a selection of wines that cost more than the sum of several Harvard tuitions. The colourful entourage included academics, politicians and businessmen.

Academics congratulated Alexander on his daughter's genius, politicians sought his opinion on the upcoming British election and businessmen cheered on Umbrella Pharmaceuticals.

Alexia stayed until the end of the dinner. Alexander escorted her to her room and kissed her goodnight. His breath reeked of alcohol and he stumbled over the edge of the bed as he tried to tuck her daughter in, though he made an effort to remain functional and would not tolerate anyone in the room overreacting to her. It was the first time Alexia had seen her father so talkative and brazen, as if he were someone else; a provocative and sarcastic person. Shortly after dinner, he showed off his muscular body to a group of male and female guests. One of the spectators, imitating his father, tore off the top of his suit to show his manhood. Suddenly, the man and Alexander were engaged in a painless, gloved boxing match. Alexia watched from the detached, safe distance afforded by the embarrassment of others. By the time Alexander joined her, he had at least put his shirt and jacket back on.

Alexia got out of bed. Outside her bedroom she slipped into her father's office. Sliding the lock inside, she sat down in the bulky leather chair. She picked up the phone on her right and dialled +44.

It was snowing and cold outside. Lying on the sofa, Alfred had wrapped himself in his tartan blanket. Bored, he waited for the clock to strike five so he could finish eating last night's appeltaart[3] while his grandmother drank her tea.

He heard footsteps. Harman appeared at his side.

“Master Alfred, lady Alexia is on the phone.”

Alfred jumped up from the sofa, throwing the blanket to the floor. He trotted over to the phone, which was off the hook. Nervously, he picked up the receiver and put it to his tiny ear.

“Si? Hello? Alexia?”

“Alfred.” Alexia's distorted voice.

Alfred smiled. It was the first time he had heard her voice since September. Until that day, their communication had been based on an exchange of letters and postcards.

“Hi,” Alexia continued. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas! Have you opened your presents?”

“No. The party goes on.”

“Oh... Is dad with you?”

“No. He's downstairs. At the party. What were your presents?”

“An Atari 2600!” cried Alfred excitedly. “It's amazing! You have to try it. It came with three games. There's one where you kill aliens with a spaceship, and I got a lot of points…”

“I wish I was with you.”

“Um... Why? What's wrong?”

Alexia sighed.

“Is it because of dad?” Alfred continued.

“No. It's because of everyone.”

Alfred knew immediately what she meant.

“People look at you funny and talk behind your back,” Alfred said.

“Yes.”

“People are stupid. It's not fair that they're so mean to you.”

“I'm different.”

“You're not. You're just like me.”

Alexia did not answer.

“Just that you learn faster, but that's okay. That's what adults want... Hum. Adults are stupid.”

Alexia laughed on the other side.

“Something just happened.”

Alexia told Alfred about the impromptu boxing match between Alexander and the guest.

“Adults are weird,” Alfred concluded.

There was a moment of silence between them.

“I'm tired.” Alexia yawned.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.”

They hung up.

[1] Charles Edward Louis John Sylvester Maria Casimir Stuart was the elder son of James Francis Edward Stuart, grandson of James VII and II, and the Stuart claimant to the thrones of England, Scotland, and Ireland from 1766 as Charles III. During his lifetime, he was also known as "the Young Pretender" and "the Young Chevalier"; in popular memory, he is known as Bonnie Prince Charlie.

[2] Atari 2600, Space Invaders. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ftVrgJTl4w

[3] Dutch Apple Pie.

#resident evil #alexia ashford #alfred ashford #alexander ashford #resident evil code veronica

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neonriser · 1 month

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For those who can't see the screenshot post, for whatever reason it may be:

@sillyrookie posted:

Ok, since @hairiclilred asked, I'll start my dumb rant.

Over here in the US, the videogame market fell off a cliff in 1983 due to a reckless oversaturated market flooded with low quality dreck that killed player interest. So many unsold Atari games ended up filling landfills.

Revenue dropped by 97%. It was catastrophic. Videogames died in America for a couple years due to short-sighted business decisions by major corporations.

The American market was revitalized when Nintendo came over and instituted limits to third parties to keep quality up, while also ensuring that quality was their brand. America only has a video game market today because of Nintendo.

I think the current environment of constant remakes, mergers, layoffs, diminishing returns on blockbuster products, and corps thinking they can use "AI" to regurgitate their once valuable IP will cause a similar crash.

What I find interesting is how many classic IP will end up dying in the wake of this.

At the moment so many distinguished studios with established IP are getting bought up by corps, only to lay off the workers and shutter the studios.

The workers don't just lose their jobs, they lose the IP they created. Even if the team can regroup, they can't use the stuff they made anymore. The IP dies with the studio.

So stuff like this makes me feel like we're right at the brink of a collapse that will kill ALOT of once profitable IP when audiences are made sick and tired of alot of stuff they used to love.

These IP owners don't understand the products they own, the workers that make it, and the audience that buy it; and many in the c-suite have actual contempt for all three things.

When an IP stops being profitable, corps shut it down, lock it away unless somebody has the capital to buy it from them.

The only thing they understand is that an old movie made by humans generated billions of profits for them because an audience enjoyed it, and instead of taking new risks it's "better" business short term to just rehash the stuff that made money before. And if they expect "generative AI" to make more content even faster, expect a sea of endless remakes, each shittier than the last one.

Things are bad now, and they're gonna get way worse real fast.

I expect a cultural massacre. What does that look like?

It's obviously a different world today than the 1980s, but Nintendo's core business ideology has stayed consistent, and they'll weather a AAA crash with no problem because they don't play the AAA space at all.

They make a sustainable lower-tech console that's sold at a profit (the traditional model before the Wii was to make a powerful console and sell it at a loss so that you made your money on software sales) and their brand still means quality even 40 years later. Not every game they do is amazing, but their batting average is high and they go out of their way to avoid dropping anything half-baked.

I think every other industry is gonna need their own Nintendos to rise from the ashes. The more I learned about the history of the industry, the more respect I have for them.

And they are NOT perfect. But it the broad strokes they're the example I think most should follow to have a sustainable industry that keeps everyone happy.

Heck, I'll define "everyone happy:"

Artists properly paid, having job security, and able to BE creative.

Players having quality games to enjoy.

Businesses being sustainable for the long term, properly using the revenue from successes to experiment with new ideas, and not screwing anyone over.

[Image: Sonic saying "I WANT SHORTER GAMES WITH WORSE GRAPHICS MADE BY PEOPLE WHO ARE PAID MORE TO WORK LESS AND I'M NOT KIDDING".]

If the collapse I'm imagining does actually happen, the only possible thing to grow out of it are new IP from all the artists that got laid off.

New stuff would be the only things coming out for a while and the only things people want if the big franchises burned them out.

Depending on how audience sentiment is by that point, public domain stuff might become suspect as well, which is also an interesting scenario to me.

I think about how the current remake ecosystem is targeted at millennials (which I am) while the pendulum is already set to swing in the other direction.

Sorry for not talking about this part first. 😂

74% of that survey wants new stuff. The major IP holders are about to commit suicide if they go through with the "AI will make us 30 remakes per second" scheme.

One thing I hope DOESN'T happen is a backlash against honesty in the creative process.

We were culturally at a point where the average joe could understand that new ideas don't come from nowhere and are all mutations of old ideas.

Game of Thrones exists because Lord of the Rings came first, which owes it's existence to Norse myth and Beowulf, ect ect.

We're at the point where youtubers make games out of seeing what a song sampled from, the references a movie made, on and on.

But right now a popular spiel from "AI" charlatans to justify IP theft is the assertion that there's no difference between stealing copyrighted media for an LLM to regurgitate and a human being inspired by the ideas and experience they felt from another creator's work and creating a new thing under the established rules of copyright. It's a lie, but it keeps getting repeated to justify theft.

As the scam cycle winds down, I think they might be poisoning the discourse in a lasting way. We could go back to people lying about how ideas work, and that has only negative effects on human expression as a whole.

I want a world where everyone understands the difference between inspiration and a ripoff and can appreciate human creation better than previous generations have. We were right there before the scammers showed up.

So yeah, another rant out of me. 😂

So when people want new IP, they also need to understand what it means that Dragonball was a goofy parody of Journey to the West.

Dragonball is alot of things, it's inspirations are loud and obvious (even the Terminator is in there), but it's also a unique work created through the mind of one talented individual that nobody else could have made, because nobody else was Akira Toriyama, and ALL the subsequent works inspired by Dragonball (One Piece, Naruto, Hero Academia, Sonic the Hedgehog, ect) are their own original works that stand on their own, but still owe their existence to Toriyama's work as much as he owes his work to the things that inspired him.

The best ecosystem is where everyone encourages new IP and also fully understands how they come into being.

(Using this example for obvious reasons.)

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To go back to the topic of videogames, Toys for Bob recently made themselves layoff proof by going full independent.

With the level and volume of world class talent being laid off in the industry, I think we'll see more and more indy teams pop up if they can organize the means to do so.

There is too much high pedigree talent out there right now to just disappear or eventually go back to the people that screwed them over. The current ecosystem allows smaller teams and projects to flourish.

I am 100% down for an industry with less games like Immortals of Aveum and WAY more games like Pizza Tower.

#rant post #not me #i just screencapped it #serious stuff #sillyrookie

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Steve Harrington ~ A Sweet Redemption

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: S4 SPOILERS. Mentions of blood.

a/n: Here it is! Part two of A Sweet Distraction. This is the longest piece I have written, so we can just ignore the word count, okay? Anyway, I had to mess with the storyline from the show a little to write this one, so don't crucify me if some things are a little out of order. I mentioned "The Boys of Summer" by Don Henley in this one which was actually covered by The Ataris in 2003. It's a good song, and you should definitely give it a listen if you don't already know it. My first song pick for this one was "The Final Countdown," but after listening to it a few times, I was like....that does not fit the vibe lol. I did my best to wrap this one up because I don't want to write a part three, so I hope you all enjoy it. My next post will be a Henry Creel one shot, so be on the lookout for that! As always, thanks for the support!!

Your eyes shot open. The muffled sounds of the television from downstairs echoed in your room. You didn’t get up right away. Instead, you looked around at the familiar room. Your posters hung on the wall, covering almost every inch of hideous flower wallpaper your mother had picked for you when you were a little girl. Your bookshelf stood in the farthest corner next to your desk. It was all the way it should be. You pushed the duvet off your body and threw your legs over your bed, but when you stood, you froze. Your door was cracked, letting in a little sliver of light from the hallway. You never left your door open. Every night, you made sure it was shut before climbing into bed. An unsettling feeling filled your stomach, but you pushed it away. Maybe your mom had just forgotten to shut it after she came in and checked on you. She did that sometimes, right?

You walked to the door and opened it the rest of the way, peeking into the hall. Nothing was out of the ordinary. All the photos of you and Mike through the years were still hanging on the wall. You made your way down the stairs with caution until you were standing in the living room. The television was much louder now, but your father wasn’t sitting in his usual spot.

“Dad?” You called out but got no answer.

You turned and began walking toward the dining room. When you entered the little room and rounded the corner, you saw your father sitting at the table in the kitchen. His back was to you, and he was hunched over something. You leaned to the side a little and noticed your math textbook and homework papers strewn all over the table. The unsettling feeling from before was back, and you swallowed the acid that was climbing up your throat. You took a few hesitant steps toward your father’s back.

“Dad?”

“Y/N,” he said cheerily, “you finally decided to join me.”

You stood frozen in the archway that led toward where your father was sitting. There was something wrong.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’ve been waiting on you so we can work on your math.”

Your forehead creased.

“But-”

Before you could get another word out, the lights above the table began to flicker.

“Why don’t you just have a seat?” Your dad asked, his voice low and distorted.

He turned in his chair, and when you saw his face, you jumped back. Where there used to be smooth skin, there were wrinkles and shadows. His eyes were burned and black, and his teeth looked like tar when he smiled. You stepped back.

“Oh, no.”

Your dad slowly pushed himself out of his chair, but before he could get close to you, you turned and ran. It was a short journey back to the living room, and when you reached the small room, your mom was standing by the couch with her back to you.

“Mom!” You shouted as you ran up to her and grabbed her arm. “Mom, please. You have to-”

When your mother turned to face you, her mouth and eyes were sewn shut with blood streaming down her cheeks. Her mouth was moving as muffled screams erupted from her. You let go of her and fell back onto the floor with a yelp.

“Y/N,” an all too familiar low voice said.

You turned toward the sound only to see the monster walking down your stairs. He looked like a man, but you knew he wasn’t. Instead of flesh, there were slimy black vines covering his body. He lifted up his arm to expose a claw instead of a hand. Your heart was racing, and your breathing was labored, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was sit there and watch as the monster slowly descended your stairs. The sound of a grandfather clock echoed throughout the house.

“Your time is almost up,” he said just before your mother and father started to attack you.

Your screams rang in your ears as you tried to swat your way out of their grasp until you shot awake in your bed. Sweat beaded on your forehead and your chest heaved with every breath you took. Your eyes immediately went to your bedroom door, and when you noticed it was closed, you knew you weren’t dreaming. A sigh fell from your lips. Then a knock came from your door, earning a yelp from you. The door pushed open just slightly, and your mother peeked her head in.

“Oh,” you said, relaxing into your pillows, “it’s just you.”

She held the phone up with a smile.

“The phone is for you. It sounds…urgent.”

Your mom took a few steps into your room to hand you the large phone before exiting, shutting the door behind her. Once it was just you again, you could hear Dustin’s voice from the little speaker.

“Well, maybe this wouldn’t be a red alert had you come to me sooner.”

“I just found out yesterday!” Steve’s voice rang out.

“You said she’d been looking rough for five days, Steve!”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you put the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Shut up!” Dustin shouted. “Shut up. Your girlfriend’s on the phone. Hey, Y/N.”

You let out a huff of air.

“Hi, Dustin. Mike isn’t here. He’s in California.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that.”

Your brow raised at that.

“Then why are you calling my house on a Saturday morning?”

“Well,” he said with a little laugh, “funny you should ask. You see, Steve has come to me because he said you have a bit of a problem.”

You sat up a little straighter at his comment.

“I-what?”

“I don’t want to discuss this over the phone,” he said, and you could almost see him shaking his head, his curls bouncing around his cheeks. “Steve and I will be at your house in five to pick you up.”

Before you could object, the line went dead, and you knew you had no other choice but to get ready to go. So, you quickly got cleaned up, and just as you were walking out the front door, Steve was pulling into your driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat, and Steve gave you a tight-lipped smile and an awkward wave.

“Hey,” he said before gesturing to you, “you look-um, you look good.”

You tried to hide the little smile that was pulling at your lips, but you knew you were failing epically.

“Thanks.”

He ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly the dials on his dash became very interesting to him.

“I didn’t, um, say you looked rough,” he said, looking back at you. “You know? From earlier?”

The smile you were trying to hide blossomed onto your face but before you could retort, Dustin leaned forward onto the center console.

“Yes, you did,” he said, looking at Steve.

Steve let out a low groan.

“Dustin, no, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Dustin gave him a dumb look.

“Your exact words were, ‘For five days, she’s looked a little rough.’ You said that.”

A little chuckle fell from your lips at the awful impression Dustin just gave, and Steve just rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t mean,” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Never mind. Let’s just go.”

Then, without saying another word, Steve backed out of the driveway and took off. At first, you didn’t say anything. But the farther you got from the middle of Hawkins, you finally got curious.

“Where are we going again?”

Steve looked at you briefly before nodding toward the trailer park sign you were approaching and said, “Max’s house.”

When the car came to a stop, you got out and followed Dustin and Steve inside. Much to your surprise, it wasn’t only Max who was waiting on you when you entered. Robin was pacing the living room, and Lucas was sitting next to Max on the couch. It was already tense in the house, but once they realized you were there, the tension only grew. They were all staring at you, but no one said anything. Your eyes traveled from one person to the next, waiting on them to speak, but they didn’t. Finally, you turned and looked at Steve.

“What’s going on?”

But Steve didn’t respond. Instead, Robin took your arm and guided you to the couch.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

The confusion was evident on your face, but you followed her directions and sat. And you were glad you did. Dustin stood in front of you and began to describe things you thought were only real in horror and sci-fi movies. Things about monsters with no faces and thousands of sharp teeth. Stuff about gates to other dimensions that look exactly like ours but are evil and dark. At first, you thought he was joking. That they were all just pulling some massive prank on you. But then Dustin started to describe what you were going through, and you knew he was telling the truth. He said the monster had a name – Vecna – and how Chrissy and Fred’s fight with him ended with their demise. Your eyes widened as you stared at Dustin.

“Great,” you said, throwing your arms in the air, “so I’m gonna die.”

Steve moved toward you, hands on his hips.

“That’s not what he said.”

“You’re right,” you snapped. “What he said was everyone else who’s dealt with this died. Those are some great odds for me considering the fact that I’m next, Steve.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed, but he didn’t say anything. You shook your head when Max tossed a Walkman at you. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands before looking up at the girl.

“What is this for?”

“It’s your first line of defense.”

You rolled your eyes.

“And you know this how?”

Max pointed at the headphones that were strung around her neck.

“You’re not the only one Vecna is after.”

Your lips parted, but you just swallowed your words. You looked at the Walkman in your hands, and when you looked back up, Steve was in front of you. He held out a cassette, and you recognized it immediately – “The Boys of Summer” by Don Henley. You took the little piece of plastic from him, and he shrugged.

“I remember Mike saying this was your favorite song. He said you wouldn’t stop playing it for a week when the album was released.”

Your heart fluttered a little at his statement. Even though you had barely spoken to him in all the years you knew him, he still somehow remembered such an insignificant detail about you. You could feel your cheeks grow warm as you looked at him. The faintest smile played on his lips, and your stomach did a flip.

“Thank you,” you whispered before putting the cassette into the Walkman.

You stared at the piece of equipment for a moment, then turned your attention to the rest of the group.

“Okay, so what now?”

You looked at everyone for a second before Robin finally spoke.

“You all head back to Y/N’s house. I, on the other hand, have a date with a serial killer at Penhurst.”

She grabbed one of the walkie-talkies off the coffee table and exited the house. But it wasn’t long after she left that you, Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Steve all piled into Steve’s BMW. The car ride was quiet, and before you knew it, you were all walking down to the basement of your house. Max grabbed some paper and sulked off to the table in the corner of the room, and you followed suit. You slid your headphones on and found a home on one of the bean bags against the wall on the opposite corner. Don Henley’s voice poured from the headphones as you fiddled with the tag on the bag. This is what your life had come to, and you didn’t even know how it had gotten to this point. You let out a sigh when someone plopped down next to you. Even though you were feeling anything but happy, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. You paused the music and turned to face Steve.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

Steve’s fingers messed with the laces on his sneakers as he spoke.

“How are you holding up?”

You let out a dry laugh and shrugged.

“As best as I can be. You know, since there’s some otherworldly monster haunting me.”

Steve finally looked at you, and when he noticed you were smiling, he chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

He didn’t look away after he said that. Instead, he held your stare for a moment. You never noticed how soft his facial features were. In all the time you’ve known him, you never truly got to look at him until this moment. His eyes were so soft and brown, like a smooth glass of whiskey. You could get drunk from his stare.

“Y/N?” Steve whispered.

“Yes?”

Your voices were low, and you were afraid if either of you spoke too loudly, the moment you were sharing would be destroyed. So, you held your breath when Steve started talking again.

��I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

You shut your eyes and let out a puff of air.

“Steve,” you began dropping your head, “I don’t think we have much control over what happens.”

The sudden warmth of Steve’s finger touching just under your chin sent a jolt through your body. You didn’t resist when he guided your eyes back to his. His stare was much harder now.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He said sternly.

You just nodded and whispered back, “Okay.”

Although you believed that you were right, there was nothing any of them could do; you still trusted Steve. Even through all this mess, you knew he would keep you safe. The two of you held the other’s gaze, Steve’s fingers still on your face, when two brown envelopes fell at your feet. Steve jumped away from you, putting a little space between the two of you as you picked up the envelope with your name on it. When you looked up, Max was standing there, arms crossed.

“What’s this?” Steve asked as he turned the envelope over in his hands a few times.

“It’s for later. Now let’s go.”

“I’m sorry?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows at the girl.

She just rolled her eyes and moved to gather her bag.

“We’re going to East Hawkins.”

Steve stood and immediately put his hands on his hips.

“What? No, we’re not.” He said, using the envelope in his hand to point at Max.

But his rejection wasn’t stopping her. She zipped up her bag and exited the basement without even a second glance back. Lucas and Dustin were the first to rush off after her. You and Steve looked at one another for a second before scrambling off after the kids.

Steve ran to be in step with Max, but you stayed back with Lucas and Dustin.

“Max,” Steve called before raising his voice and shouting, “Max, seriously.”

She wasn’t slowing down as she marched toward Steve’s car. Steve kept up pace with her, though.

“Seriously, I’m not joking, okay? I’m not driving you anywhere.”

You watched as he argued with the girl and your forehead creased.

“Where does she want to go in East Hawkins?” You asked, looking between Dustin and Lucas.

Dustin shrugged. He was just as lost as you, but when you turned to Lucas, he sighed.

“It’s the cemetery,” he stated before bringing his solemn eyes to meet yours, “where Billy is buried.”

Your heart jumped to your throat, and your chest tightened. Max wanted to go see her stepbrother’s grave. When you finally made it to the car, Max was jiggling the door handle.

“Open the door.”

Steve scoffed.

“Uh, no.”

You walked up the passenger side door and said Steve’s name, earning his attention. He looked torn, and you knew he was trying to do the right thing by keeping the kids safe, but you also knew that going to see Billy was important to Max. You, of all people, understood exactly why she wrote the letters. And you were going to make sure she got to tell her deceased stepbrother whatever she needed to say. So you gave a small nod to Steve and said, “Open the door.”

He didn’t move right away, and you thought he wasn’t going to listen to you. But then he groaned and unlocked the doors.

“Henderson,” he said as he climbed into the driver’s seat, “that super walkie of yours better reach Penhurst.”

Everyone got into the vehicle, and soon you were driving toward East Hawkins. The kids were squished in the backseat, but no one was talking. The usual banter and childlike play they indulged in was gone. Instead, there was a heavy tension weighing on everyone’s shoulders. You turned a little to see Max staring out the window while the boys fidgeted with whatever they could occupy their nervous fingers with. When you turned back, you sent a glance in Steve’s direction, and he just gave a weak smile. Your hand rested on the center console, and you watched the road ahead go by in a blur. You didn’t realize Steve had moved his right hand to be next to yours until you felt the tiniest brush of his fingers on yours. Your heart leaped in your chest, and you inched your hand just a little closer to his. His fingers grazed the tops of yours until you carefully flipped your hand over, allowing him to intertwine your hands. You could feel the heat creeping up your neck and the goosebumps that pricked your skin at his touch. But you didn’t move. And that’s how your hands stayed for the rest of the ride to the cemetery.

When you arrived, Max didn’t waste any time hopping out and making her way toward the headstones. Lucas slid out after her and jogged to stop her. The three of you sat in the car and watched. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could tell that Lucas was pleading with Max. When she waved him off and stomped away, you knew the conversation didn’t go well. Lucas sulked back to the vehicle and got back inside, slouching into the seat.

“She won’t talk to me anymore,” he choked out, and you could feel your heart breaking at his strained words. “She just keeps pushing me away, and-and I don’t know what to do.”

You looked at the boy and sighed. You weren’t sure exactly what happened with their relationship, but you knew that Lucas still loved Max, and he was scared.

“Let me go talk to her,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

Steve straightened next to you as he franticly watched you about to exit the car.

“What? No.”

You let go of the door handle and rolled your eyes.

“Steve.”

“No,” he began, shaking his head, “I can’t-”

He stopped short, his eyes wild with fear.

“You can’t what?” You whispered.

Steve looked back at Lucas and Dustin, who were staring at the two of you, and he lowered his voice.

“What if something happens?”

You picked your Walkman up and gave it a little shake.

“I’ve got this bad boy, remember? Don’t worry.”

You didn’t give Steve a chance to say anything back to you before you opened the door and got out. Max was sitting in front of the grave, but as you got closer, you noticed her shoulders shaking just slightly. Her hands clutched another brown envelope, and you could hear her little sobs.

“Max?”

When she heard you say her name, she bowed her head and started wiping her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice thick with tears.

You didn’t move any closer. Instead, you just stood a few feet from her sobbing figure and shrugged.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed a little rattled when you got out of the car.”

Max didn’t say anything in response. Her shoulders were stiff now as she stared at the gravestone. “William Hargrove. Gone but not forgotten,” was engraved on it. You looked back at Max, who hadn’t moved, and you swallowed your nerves.

“Is it alright if I sit with you?”

She nodded without a word, so you carefully made your way up to the plot and sat next to her. It was quiet at first, neither of you speaking, just looking at Billy’s grave. But then you finally turned to look at Max and asked, “Do you come here often?”

“No,” she mumbled. “I don’t.”

Your eyes fell to the folded-up paper in her hand, and you nodded toward it.

“Is that for him?”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn’t answer your question right away, and you noticed her eyes growing watery again. Finally, she coughed and gripped the letter a little tighter.

“Yeah,” she said gruffly. “I thought,” she dropped her head for a beat, the paper crumpling under her clenched fist, “I thought I owed him an apology. For everything, you know?” She lifted to look at the gravestone again, “Before it’s too late.”

Her stare was hard as if she had lived a million lives full of hardship. Your heart ached at the sight. You looked down at the grass in front of you and started plucking at the little green strands.

“Max,” you said softly, “whatever happened to Billy wasn’t your fault.”

You didn’t raise your eyes to look at her. Instead, you continued to play with the grass as a dry chuckle escaped you.

“But writing letters? That’s a pretty good idea. I wish I would have thought of that.”

You finally lifted your head toward Max with a tired smile and said, “I guess it’s not too late, though, huh?”

But your face fell when she wasn’t sitting next to you anymore. You quickly turned to look in the other direction, but she was gone. The once blue sky started to turn black, and thunder rumbled overhead. Your pulse began to thrum faster as you continued to look around, hoping it was all a big joke and Max would jump out at you any second.

“Max?” You hollered out into the darkness.

“Max isn’t here, Y/N,” the deep voice that had been haunting you for five days bellowed.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your fear welling in your eyes as you stumbled to your feet. Your head was on a swivel as you desperately tried to find Vecna. The sound of the old grandfather clock chimed, and your heart began to race even faster.

“No,” you uttered, “not again. Not here.”

Then you heard the squishing sounds of Vecna’s slow approaching steps. You turned and saw the monster from your dream. Tall with slimy tendrils coiling all over his body. His one arm hung at his side while the other exposed his giant claw, fingers wiggling slowly with each step.

“No, no, no,” you muttered to yourself as you began running in the opposite direction.

You could still hear him. Every step he took echoed through the darkness. But he never ran. Instead, he took slow, calculated steps because he knew you couldn’t escape him. And you knew it too. Panic was a wild thing inside you as you sprinted through the dark cemetery.

“Steve!” You shouted, hoping that in some way he would hear you and save you from this nightmare. “Steve, please help me! Steve!”

You stopped and looked around. Your chest was heaving, and you could feel the terror thrumming through your veins. Through the shadows, Vecna’s menacing figure emerged, and you let out a whimper. There was nowhere to go. You started running again, and soon the normalcy of the cemetery turned into something more ominous. The same slimy tendrils that were all over Vecna appeared all around you. The trees were no longer green and full but rather bare and skeleton-like. It was like a darker eviler version of the world you knew. But you didn’t have time to think about that. Instead, you ran until you couldn’t breathe and found a tree to hide behind. It felt like your lungs were on fire as you leaned against the tree. You shut your eyes, hoping that you would wake up and this would all be over. But then the grandfather clock chimed again, and you opened your eyes. Standing in front of you was Vecna.

“Do you think you can hide from me?”

You turned to run again, but before you could get very far, a vine wrapped around your ankle, and you slammed into the ground.

“No!” You yelled as you tried to grasp at anything you could to prevent the vine from dragging you any closer to Vecna. “No, let go of me!”

The tendril dragged you until you were pinned up against the tree. Two more sprang up, grabbing your wrists and restraining your arms. Then another slid around your neck, cutting off your oxygen. You gasped for air and started whimpering as you thrashed against the restraints. Tears streamed down your face, and you let out a little sob when, suddenly, the familiar sound of Don Henley’s guitar filled your ears. You looked up to the lightening filled sky, and the clouds parted to expose the cemetery. You could see yourself surrounded by the kids and Steve.

“Y/N! We’re here. Just wake up!” Steve said, his words laced with desperation.

Dustin shook your shoulders, and Lucas clapped his hands. Max held the headphones over your ears, willing the song to work like it was supposed to.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dustin said.

You could see Steve gripping your hand, his face ridden with fear.

“Please,” he begged, “you have to wake up.”

You watched through the little hole in the clouds as the vine around your neck tightened and Vecna blocked your view.

“They can’t help you, Y/N. You’re here for a reason.”

You bucked against the vines again to no avail.

“What do you want from me?”

Vecna’s claw came up, and one of his long sharp nails trailed down your cheek.

“I want you to tell your friends that they cannot stop me. It’s too late. I have already won.”

“No,” you said, voice strained, “you haven’t. I’m still alive. I already know your plan is to kill me.”

A low chuckle vibrated from him.

“No, Y/N. I don’t want you. I want Max.”

Your jaw went slack.

“I will get her,” he said, stepping closer to you, “and I will be set free.”

“What? No.”

Vecna’s claw opened wide and cupped your face.

“Let me show you, Y/N.”

Your eyes started to roll into the back of your head as flashes of images flooded your mind. Hawkins was in shambles, and the town was being swallowed up into the ground. A gate of some sort was bursting open, and monsters of all types were being set free into Hawkins. And Max was in the hospital with casts all over her body. It was too much, but he wasn’t stopping. So, you forced your eyes open and saw the parted clouds again. You thought of all the good memories you could muster. You thought about teaching Mike to ride a bike for the first time and the way he smiled at you when he did it on his own. The feeling of pride you had for him at that moment. You thought about the first time you met Robin and how quickly the two of you became friends. You remembered all the nights you spent with her and the times you visited her at Scoops Ahoy. You thought about seeing Steve in school and how sweet he was to you every day, always making sure he sat next to you in classes you shared. And you remembered kissing him on his cheek yesterday after he took you to get ice cream and took care of you.

It was the last thought that gave you the strength to look at Vecna, reach forward, grab one of the tendrils on his neck, and rip it off. He let out a guttural grunt just before the vines gave way, and you fell to the ground. You scrambled to your feet and started running toward the opening in the sky. Don Henley’s voice continued to ring out, urging you to keep going. You pushed yourself to run even faster when tree branches started to snap and fall onto you. Your breathing was labored, but you kept going, dodging everything Vecna was throwing at you. The sound of “The Boys of Summer” mixed with your heavy beating heart was all you could hear. The opening was getting closer. You shut your eyes as you ran faster and faster until your eyes shot open, and you took in a gulp of air.

You were floating for only a split second before you went careening toward the ground. When you smacked into the grass, you let out a yelp and then frantically grabbed for Steve. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming or if it was real, but you didn’t care. Steve’s arms wrapped around you, and you melted into him. Your breathing was ragged from hyperventilating, and your face was wet from tears. You clutched onto the fabric of Steve’s Members Only jacket as he shushed you.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your eyes were wide as you finally took in your surroundings. Max was standing behind Steve with Lucas’ arm around her, and Dustin was still crouched next to you. They were all there. Every single one of them. Your breathing evened just slightly, and you burrowed into Steve’s chest. The smell of sandalwood and vanilla washed over you like a wave, and you let out a sob. You weren’t dreaming. He was actually there. It was real.

When you pulled away from Steve, they were all looking at you.

“What happened?” Dustin asked, his voice a little shrill. “Did you see Vecna? Did he say anything? Did he do anything?”

Your mind was still reeling from the encounter you just had, and Dustin’s questions only overwhelmed you even more. You shook your head and leaned into Steve’s chest again.

“It’s Max.”

They all stopped, and the air went still.

“He’s not after me,” you said, “he’s after Max.”

Dustin, Lucas, and Max all started talking simultaneously, throwing questions at you that all seemed to jumble together. Your eyes flitted from one kid to the next, but you couldn’t focus on what they were saying. You could feel the panic from before creeping into your gut, and your breathing grew shallow. The kids kept talking over one another until Steve put his hands up and shouted, “Okay!”

It went silent.

“Okay. Clearly, Y/N is still a little shaken up. We can figure out what happened later.” He looked down at you. “She needs time to calm down. So, let’s just go.”

And with that, Steve helped you to your feet and guided you back to his car, his arm still firmly wrapped around you. The kids followed behind, and soon you were all in the car again, driving back toward Hawkins. Steve dropped the kids off one by one. Max, then Lucas, then Dustin. Before long, he was pulling into your driveway and shutting the engine off. The lights were off, and you knew your parents weren’t home.

When you got out of the car, Steve followed you. He walked you all the way to the front door, and when you went to go inside, he held the door open and went in too. You didn’t even bother asking why or what he was doing. You knew just as well as he did that this was his way of making sure you got to your room safely. Steve walked behind you until you entered your room and sat on the edge of your bed. You put your head in your hands, letting the silence fall over you like a blanket. When you sat up, Steve was leaning against the door frame.

“I should probably get going,” he said, using his thumb to point behind him, “you know before your parents get home.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond before turning to leave. But you quickly stood and said, “Wait,” causing him to stop and look at you. He looked as tired as you felt, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep alone in the house after what happened. So, you took a small step forward and stopped just short of him.

“C-can you stay?”

He turned until his body was fully facing you.

“What about your parents?”

You waved his question off.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow. So? Will you?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair and nodded.

“Um, yeah. I-I can stay.”

You stood there for another beat before moving to your bed and crawling under the comforter. You didn’t care to get cleaned up. All you wanted was to melt into the one place you actually felt safe, and that was in Steve’s arms. The bed dipped as Steve slid in behind you. You scooted closer to him until your back was flush against his chest. He let his arm hang loosely around your waist, and you could feel his head land on your pillow. His short puffs of breath tickled the back of your neck, making the hairs back there stand up. You could feel his chest rising and falling, and you shut your eyes. You weren’t expecting him to say anything, so when he finally broke the silence, you were wide awake.

“I thought I lost you back there,” he mumbled.

“Yeah.”

You could hear him take in a shaky breath.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened as you rolled over to face him. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you just a little closer than before. You lifted your hand and rested it on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the little stubble he had.

“I’m safe now.”

Steve let out a puff of air through his nose before leaning forward and placing his forehead against yours. His soft hair fell over your face with the motion. You could see that his eyes were closed, and you could tell that something was bothering him.

“I’ve known you a long time, Y/N.”

“I know.”

His eyes opened again.

“There’s something I’ve never told you that I probably should have said a really long time ago.”

Your heart started to beat faster as you swallowed.

“And what’s that?”

His breathing was steady, but you could feel his quickening pulse under your hand. His tongue poked out and slid over his bottom lip, agonizingly slow.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and it felt like your whole body was buzzing. But before you could reciprocate your feelings, Steve started to ramble.

“I know this may not be the best time, but I really thought you were gone earlier. You-you just started floating, and you wouldn’t wake up, so I thought,” he let out a long breath, “never mind. I just needed you to know how I feel, okay?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a brief second, ran your fingers through Steve’s velvet soft hair, then planted the softest kiss on his lips. His hand gripped your hip before relaxing and pulling you even closer to his body. Every nerve in your body was humming as Steve’s lips captured yours, turning the gentle kiss a little more frantic. Finally, when you pulled back, you placed your forehead back onto his and smiled.

“I love you too, Steve.”

He let out a quiet laugh, then pressed his lips against yours once more. You rested your head on his chest, letting the soft thump of his heart lull you to sleep. You were safe. Now all you had to do was make sure Max was safe too. But for now, you just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Steve’s protective arms wrapped around your frame.

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