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lilac-hecox · 6 months

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oooh as we're manifesting it - ianthony + haunted house as a prompt??? 👀👀 we all know i Love a haunted house fic. also i will be sending a couple of these only do what you want / what inspires in you xoxo ly - katie

Ian/Anthony - Haunted House

Every year Ian and Anthony’s high school always puts on a haunted house at the school to raise money for some benefit or fund. It feels like they are constantly raising money and Ian can never keep up with which fundraiser he’s supposed to be showing his parents. This year, the funds for the haunted house are going towards the athletic department, which includes the cross-country team, and Ian’s coach had strongly encouraged the members of the team to go.

Honestly, if it had only been for cross-country, no way in hell would Ian be standing in the bustling hallway of his high school waiting to go through a damn haunted hallway. It sounds lame, but it’s become a school tradition, and each year the seniors always want to out-do the year before them, always angling to be the haunted hallway that gets talked about for years to come, so, needless to say, they really pull out all the stops, and even more needless to say, Ian is a chicken-shit.

So, why is Ian here if not for cross-country? It’s very simple. He’s here for Anthony. Ian’s here because Anthony wanted to come, and where you find Anthony, you could usually always find Ian. Anthony bounces on his heels and grins excitedly, way too excitedly in Ian’s opinion.

“Don’t look so pissed,” Anthony says, nudging Ian in the side with his elbow. “It’s not going to be that bad.”

“Dude, remember last year? That freaky kid who knew how to ride a unicycle chased someone all the way back to their car!”

“Okay,” Anthony says, “but you’re not scared of unicycles.”

“I’m scared of dudes dressed as a crazed killer clown chasing me through the parking lot.”

“You do cross-country, you know you could outrun a unicycle. You’re fast as hell, dude.”

Ian flushes at the compliment, but his fear doesn’t let him think on it for long. The line inches forward and he and Anthony are dangerously close to being the next pair to go through.

“You’re keeping up your end of the deal, right?” Ian asks, poking at Anthony’s chest.

Anthony rubs the spot Ian poked and rolls his eyes, “Dude, yes. You go through the haunted hallway with me, and I’ll buy us a pizza afterwards.”

“And breadsticks.”

“Ian,” Anthony says, annoyed.

“Fine, a Coke?”

Anthony offers his hand, “Deal.”

Ian takes it and they shake on it. By the time they are done with their deal, the line has shifted again, and Mrs. Girard holds her hand out to take each of their five-dollar bills. Then, Ian hangs back, letting Anthony lead the way through the dark tarp strung across the hallway that signals the entrance to the haunted hallway.

It’s already too dark and Ian feels his heart speed up in his chest. He knows it’s lame to be fourteen and afraid of a stupid haunted house at their school, but he can’t see shit, and he can barely sense Anthony in front of him.

“Anthony?” Ian whispers.

“I’m right here,” Anthony mumbles back.

They walk past a classroom and Ian notices too late that the door is ajar.

Before either of them knows it, a huge figure with a glowing mask proceeds to lunge out of the darkness of the classroom at them. Ian shrieks at the top of his lungs and Anthony giggles as he makes a scared yelp.

Ian’s heart races and they keep walking, there’s a flickering light up ahead, and as he and Anthony approach it, clanging is heard around them, each metallic bang makes Ian jump. They round a corner, and someone jumps out of a trash can and screams at them.

Again, Ian screams, but this time he grabs on to Anthony’s shoulders, pressing his face into Anthony’s back.

“Dude!” Anthony says, laughing breathlessly, though he sounds like he might have gotten scared too. “You’re okay, Ian. Chill out.”

In the distance, Ian begins to hear circus music playing. He freezes up, reaching out to grab Anthony’s arm.

“Huh?”

“I can’t…” Ian mumbles.

“What?”

“There’s going to be, like, a freaking clown in there or something!” Ian hisses.

It made him feel like a little kid, but he was terrified of clowns, at least right now, and Ian can’t fathom coming face-to-face with one here, even if Anthony is with him.

“It’ll be fine, come on, the quicker we go, the quicker we’ll be done, right?”

Ian can’t argue with that logic, but the ball of nerves in his stomach is tight as they walk forward, the music getting louder around them. A classroom door is open and an orangey colored light spills out into the hallway. The two best friends stop in front of the door and Ian is taken aback. The whole inside of the classroom has been made over to look like a circus tent, he doesn’t even see any desks or remnants of what the classroom would normally look like.

“I don’t see anything?” Anthony says, and then, Ian is horrified to see him step into the room.

“Anthony! Don’t go in there!” Ian says sharply.

“I just wanna see. You don’t have to.”

Ian glances around. He’s stuck between standing in the pitch-black hallway alone or following Anthony into the circus room. He sighs as he follows his best friend. The room appears empty, but the music is loud. Ian scans the room, and just as he starts to calm down, the door behind them swings shut.

Ian whips around and sees a huge clown standing there, a deranged painted smile on his face, as he holds a few scraggly balloons.

Ian screeches at the top of his lungs and before he even realizes it, he’s grabbed Anthony’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He’s also shut his eyes, accepting a painful clown-related death. Ian feels Anthony tugging him, their hands linked, and he feels Anthony pulling him back through the door and into the hallway.

Back in the darkness, Ian is breathing heavily, and he can hear Anthony’s breath the same. It takes him a moment to notice that they are still holding hands. They’ve never done this before, but it’s comforting, and Ian really doesn’t want to let go. He can’t see Anthony’s face in the darkness of the hallway, but he feels when Anthony tugs him forward to keep walking, seemingly alright with holding hands.

Ian feels his face getting hot in a blush. Why was Anthony letting him hold his hand? Why wasn’t he calling him a pussy and shaking him off? Now, Ian was scared again, but it had nothing to do with the haunted house this time.

He and Anthony hold hands for the rest of the haunted house, it’s somehow easier to finish it that way, Ian can’t bring himself to be quite as scared as he had before. Once they are nearing the end, where they can hear other people laughing and being loud. Ian doesn’t ask, neither of them talk, but their hands fall away from each other. Ian instantly misses the warmth, the slight roughness of Anthony’s palm against his own.

Anthony pushes through the door that leads them to the parking lot.

“See?” Anthony finally says, his face illuminated under one of the streetlights in the school’s parking lot. “No unicycles to be found.”

“Yeah,” Ian says, though it was the last thing on his mind.

Anthony looks at his feet before looking at Ian. There is one quiet second where Ian thinks maybe one of them should say something, but neither of them do.

“So, you wanna go get that pizza?” Anthony asks.

“Oh, yeah, all that screaming made me hungry,” Ian says, laughing. Anthony laughs too.

The pizza place is a ten-minute walk from their high school. They set off on foot together, Anthony with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and Ian’s nervously hanging at his sides. There is another silence, something thicker than before. Ian’s aware that once they get a few blocks away they will be alone again, in semi-darkness, and he feels a small tingle of wonder on if maybe they will holds hands again.

“My Coke too,” Ian says belatedly, breaking the silence between them.

“Huh?” Anthony asks, like he was a million miles away.

“You said you’d buy me a Coke too.”

“Oh, right, you got it. I did force you into a haunted house where you screamed like a sissy half the time.”

Ian grins, “Shut up, dick.”

#ianthony #polysmosh #smoshships #fluff #teenaged ianthony #hand holding #based on me holding a strangers hand at the haunted house out of sheer delirious fear #my writing #my fics #my fic #prompts #spooky prompts

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eightmakar · 2 years

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empty cups | n.m. | 18+

Pairing: Nathan MacKinnon x Original Character

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: drinking, mentions of underage drinking, swearing, smut (fem. oral receiving, protected sex)

A/N: inspired by empty cups by charlie puth. basically all smut so you were warned

tagging: @harlowhockeystick @bitchinbarzal @matbaerzal @taking-shots @fallinallincurls @jostyriggslover96 @burkymakar @flashyfucker @capsvsducks @xsyntheticsensation @double-j @hockeylvr59

Despite being explicitly invited, Chase Bauer felt incredibly out of place at the house party. Should she really call it a house party? It felt like a house party, with all the people milling around, the loud music, the kegs of beer strewn about, but not a house party she’d ever been to. The beer wasn’t the cheapest shit college guys could manage to purchase, the people she partied with were nearly all millionaires, and they held their liquor much better than college guys.

Gabriel Landeskog walked up to her in her little corner, a big grin on his face and a bottle of fancy beer in his hand. “Bauer, why’re you all alone over here?” he asked, patting her on the shoulder.

“I was waiting for EJ to pick some better music,” Chase replied. “Some songs from this century would be great.”

“It’s not for lack of trying on our part,” Gabe laughed. He pointed to her empty hands and continued, “You need a drink.”

“I don’t like beer.” Chase scrunched her nose.

“We’ve got a lot more than just beer. C’mon.” Gabe turned around and began to walk into Erik Johnson’s kitchen, so Chase followed him, making herself smaller to maneuver through the large bodies in her way.

The kitchen was brightly lit in comparison to the rest of the house with shining bottles of every kind of alcohol Chase could imagine. There were brands she’d never heard of peppered in with bottles of Grey Goose and other top-shelf liquor she vaguely recognized.

“What do you usually drink?” Gabe asked her.

“I like sweet drinks mostly,” Chase said. She reached for a familiar bottle of lemon vodka.

“I think EJ’s got something if you want a mixer to make it sweeter.” Gabe began rummaging through EJ’s cabinets as Chase looked around the party.

Erik Johnson’s home was always the party house. He owned a huge, isolated home with the most gorgeous views imaginable, and more guest rooms than anyone could count, which worked well for the wild parties he threw throughout the year. He always invited the whole staff, all the coaches and equipment managers and Chase and her coworkers, the athletic trainers, but this was the first Chase had chosen to attend, to celebrate the Avalanche winning Western Conference Final and going to the Stanley Cup Final.

Chase cracked a small smile as she looked over at Josh Manson sitting on a couch against a wall, waving a glass of something dark around and loudly telling a story to an apathetic Sam Girard. Mikko Rantanen sat across from them, his girlfriend on top of him, straddling his legs as they passionately made out like no one else was in the vicinity.

Small groups of wives and girlfriends littered the walls, holding delicate glasses of wine and champagne, though Chase knew they could put back as much alcohol as their significant others. Other groups of players were interspersed around, some chatting lowly, some loudly, and others barely at all. Alex Newhook and Logan O’Connor had started an enthusiastic game of beer pong in the middle of the wide living room.

“How the fuck does EJ only have Crystal Light packets in this huge fucking house?” Gabe said, returning to Chase’s side and making her turn around.

“That strangely makes sense,” Chase laughed. Gabe handed her the small box of lemonade packets and she immediately took two out. She filled a Solo cup to the brim with lemon vodka and mixed the two packets in. Taking a sip, she gave Gabe a thumbs up.

“If I see you back in your corner, I’ll drag you to the dance floor instead,” Gabe warned.

Chase took another long, burning sip of her drink. “Got it, Cap.”

Gabe rolled his eyes and wandered away, over to one of the pods of players, leaving Chase alone with her cup to gaze around the party again. EJ was dancing with his fiancée on the “dance floor,” which was just an area of the room that was wide open. The enormous Darcy Kuemper, his wife, Kurtis MacDermid, and his girlfriend all danced with them. Chase thought they all danced like dads.

“Looking for someone?”

“Jesus!” Chase jerked around and found herself face to face with a serious looking Nathan MacKinnon. Beer in hand, he gazed at her, blue eyes a little icy.

“Shit, sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s all good, I was kinda zoned out,” Chase admitted. She drank her lemony drink again, trying her hardest to finish it soon.

A drunken Mikko bumped into Chase before Nate could say anything, dragging his girlfriend behind him and giggling as they went upstairs, but earning a sharp glare from Nate. Nate protectively put an arm on Chase’s shoulder and pulled her out of the middle of the room, out of the way of his drunk friends and teammates. Her feet were beginning to ache in her heels, so she took the chance to sit down on a barstool. To her surprise, Nate joined her, pulling a barstool over for himself as well.

Chase was convinced Nathan MacKinnon hated her. She didn’t know what it was; maybe the serious passion he played with, maybe the intense specificity he demanded with his equipment and his body, maybe the high standards he held himself and everyone else to. If and when she had to treat him, like she did recently when he got in a fight with Dumba for Minnesota, his body tensed up and he pulled away from her touch, which made her job as an athletic trainer much more difficult. She thought it might’ve been the fact that she was a woman, but he fiercely protected her at games, practices, and really any time someone tried to make a comment about her gender. When she’d first been hired, he and the rest of the team had been asked numerous times how they felt about it, and his response made her feel the most welcome and the most at home: “She’s part of the team and we treat her that way. We really only care about getting our job done and making a run for the Cup and she’s going to help us.”

“I’m not gonna lie, Bauer, I was surprised to see you came,” Nate said, fiddling with the bottle in his hand. He looked up at her and anxiously scratched his beard.

“You were?” Chase asked incredulously, puffing herself up a little bit.

Nate winced at her tone. “Good surprised,” he clarified, and she relaxed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of EJ’s parties.”

“I usually don’t come, but this one seemed special,” Chase shrugged.

“You didn’t come to the President’s Trophy party last year. God, that one was a mess,” he chuckled low in his throat and half-smiled at her.

“So I take it I missed a lot of fun?”

“Oh yeah,” Nate laughed again, the ice in his eyes beginning to melt a bit. Chase was pretty sure in the two years she’d worked for the Avs, she’d never spoken more than a couple words to him, but here they were having a conversation like old friends.

“Who was the drunkest?” She asked, swigging her vodka and trying not to react to the burning in her mouth and throat.

“Honestly, a lot of guys were pretty close. Josty was so fucked up he fell outside on the porch, broke his nose, and ended up just sleeping there.”

“Jesus,” Chase breathed with a small laugh. “I’ve never been that drunk in my life and don’t wanna be.”

“I have,” Nate said, pressing his lips together to hide a smile. “In juniors and at World’s.”

“Wow, in juniors? Nathan MacKinnon, under age drinker?” Chase smirked.

Nate rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna sit here and tell me you weren’t an under age drinker too?”

“Genuinely, I wasn’t. I had my first drink on my twenty-first birthday. I know, how painfully boring of me.” Chase had heard it all, every comment under the sun about her dislike of drinking.

“That’s not boring,” Nate said immediately. “If you don’t like it, it’s not boring.”

“I don’t like the taste, unfortunately. Plus my tolerance is sky high, so I’ve only really been drunk twice in my life.”

“Really? What are you drinking now?”

Chase took a sip of her drink, almost to show Nate she wasn’t boring. “Don’t laugh, but it’s lemon vodka with lemonade packets. It’s surprisingly good.”

Nate cracked a smile. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“It is,” Chase conceded, “but I do wanna get drunk, so this is how I have to do it. Straight vodka.”

“Hold on.” Nate got up and retreated to the kitchen. While he looked through the bottles of liquor, Chase people-watched.

Cale Makar was drunkenly singing to the ABBA song playing over EJ’s sound system with his girlfriend, André Burakovsky had apparently decided to only speak in Swedish for the rest of the evening, and JT Compher stood with his chest against his girlfriend’s back while having a conversation with Darren Helm, tugging his girlfriend far too close to him.

“Goddamn,” Nate said as he returned clutching a partial bottle of vodka with a bar-style top that allowed for better pouring. “Cale is wasted.”

“Good for him, he deserves it.”

“He does.” Nate offered Chase the bottle. “I snagged this. EJ’s got a whole distillery over there, so he won’t miss it.”

“Oh shit, thank you,” Chase said. “What about you?”

“This isn’t just for you,” Nate grinned, then threw his head back and poured vodka straight into his mouth.

Chase tried not to drool as she watched him. She was starting to feel a bit fuzzy, and she could feel her reservations about Nate slipping away by the sip. There was no denying he was incredibly attractive, a fact she was painfully aware of every moment she spent close to him.

“Now my turn,” Chase said. She surprised herself, but she tilted her head back and opened her mouth.

Nate’s grin widened as he began to pour vodka in her mouth. She always thought vodka tasted like hand sanitizer, and the burning taste engulfed her mouth and throat. She tugged away, mouth full, and Nate accidentally got a bit of vodka on her chin. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, watching Nate’s eyes glaze over as she did. Fuck, was he into that like she was?

Chase shoved the thoughts out of her mind and chugged the rest of her lemonade combo. The liquid burned all the way down to her stomach, but the heat continued down her body and between her thighs as she watched Nathan tip his head back and pour more vodka into his mouth.

The song over the speaker changed. Cale clearly didn’t know it, but he looked over at Nate and Chase and waved enthusiastically. He came over to join them, creating a triangle with a third stool.

“You don’t know this one too?” Chase chirped.

“I’m too drunk,” Cale shrugged, holding his hand out to Nate and motioning for him to hand over the vodka bottle. Nate did, and Cale barely leaned his head back, just moving the bottle, not unlike the way he drank water on the bench during games. He paused, swallowed with a scrunched nose, then poured more vodka in his mouth. Swallowing again, he shook his head and handed the bottle back to Nate.

Chase took it and drank from it again. She could feel the alcohol she’d already drank slowly lowering her inhibitions, slowly loosening her mind, and she knew she had to continue to drink if she wanted it to stay that way.

“I’m impressed you’re here, Bauer,” Cale said as Chase drank.

Chase wiped her mouth again and handed the bottle back to Nate. “Thanks, me too. I’ve always been afraid to come to one of these things.”

Cale’s rosy face frowned in concern, his eyes trying to focus on her. “Afraid?” he asked sadly. Nate looked at Chase too, but the concern looked different on Nate’s face. Almost more protective? She couldn’t tell, and with how fuzzy her whole body was starting to feel, she was even more confused.

“Well yeah,” Chase started, feeling her mouth run without a filter of any kind, just words spewing and spewing. “There’s a lot of men here and some of you I don’t trust to not do weird things to me while I’m drunk and I don’t trust myself to not do weird things and fuck, I’m drunk.”

“Weird things?” Nate asked.

“Weird things like Mikko and Susanna do. Like right now, Nathan, I want to kiss you so so bad, but I know I can’t, because you hate me but I’d still kiss you.”

Fuck. What the fuck just came out of her mouth? She couldn’t stop it.

“But that would also be weird because I don’t just want to kiss you I wanna do so much more than kiss you but I’ve never had sex before so I’d be bad at it.” Chase sighed and gazed at Nate, who looked incredulous. His blue eyes were wide as he drank from the vodka bottle, finishing off what little was left in it.

“I’m definitely too drunk for this,” Cale said, shaking his head. He got up and returned to his girlfriend.

“Shit, Nate, I didn’t mean—fuck,” Chase said. Her body was floating and swimming and felt like static on an old television.

“I don’t hate you,” Nate said softly. “Why do you think that?”

“Well, you never talk to me, you flinch away from me if I have to treat you during a game, you don’t want me to tape you up before practice, you don’t want me to put the dumb pressure leg things on you, you always glare at me when I smile at you, you don’t smile back at me.” Chase paused to take a deep breath. “So you hate me.”

“Bauer, I—,” Nate cut himself off with a chuckle. “Oh god, I did not imagine tonight being like this.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t imagine having to hang out with me because you hate me and I suck and I’m annoying?” Chase pouted.

“No, listen, I—,” Nate shook his head, “I don’t hate you, Chase, it’s the exact opposite, in fact.”

“You called me ‘Chase,’” she said, blinking in surprise.

“I mean, that’s your name.”

“Wait.” Chase held a hand up, having processed what Nate said. “It’s the opposite? The opposite of hate is love and you definitely don’t love me.”

Nate shook his head again. “Never mind, Bauer. I’m going to get a drink.” Nate got up and stalked off to the kitchen, leaving Chase alone.

The opposite of hating her? Nathan MacKinnon couldn’t possibly like her like that. He was much too, well, him. He liked teeny, blonde supermodel types, not loud former hockey players whose job it was to keep him healthy. No, not Nathan MacKinnon, who kept his specific regimens of health, kept his body in top tier condition, who demanded excellence from everyone, including her and her team.

Gabe appeared in front of her, clutching a new bottle of beer and a tall glass of clear liquid. “Can I join you?” He asked. Chase nodded, so he sat down where Nate had just been and handed her the glass. “Nate asked me to bring you water.”

“Because I’m drunk and told him I wanted to have sex with him but that he hates me?” Chase clarified.

“He didn’t give me specifics, but I’m sure that has something to do with it,” Gabe laughed.

“Now he definitely hates me,” Chase mumbled. She sipped some water, but she didn’t feel any less fuzzy. In fact, she could feel the rest of the vodka starting to hit her and the idea of going over to Nate, who now stood chatting with Nazem Kadri, and kissing him was becoming more and more appealing.

“He acts like that to all of us. That’s just Nate. Whatever he told you is the truth,” Gabe explained.

Chase hummed. “Well, he didn’t say he wanted to kiss me and have sex with me too,” she said, her words beginning to slur together the tiniest bit, her brain working hard to put letters together. “He was stuck on the hating me part.”

“I can guarantee he doesn’t hate you.”

“You can’t read his mind!”

“Neither can you. Look, Bauer, I’m guessing he said he had feelings for you, right? I can guarantee you he does. The amount of things I’ve heard him say about you matches what you’re saying.”

Chase looked at Gabe with wide eyes. “Nate wants to have sex with me too? Even though I’ll be bad at it because I’ve never had sex? He wants to—.”

“Bauer, go talk to him.” Gabe used his captain voice on her.

“I’m even drunker than I was before,” she commented. “Even with the water. And we can’t have sex when I’m this drunk. I’ll be even worse at it. What if I puke on his dick when I try to blow him? God, maybe then he’d hate me.”

“Okay, Bauer? Go talk to him.” Gabe got up and walked away before Chase could say anything else.

Chase took a deep breath and stood up. Her legs felt like jelly and she could’ve sworn she was leaning to one side. She giggled at herself, at the fuzziness coursing through her veins, at the thoughts coming to the forefront of her mind. She made her way over to Nate, shoved herself in between him and Naz, grabbed his arms and looked up at him.

“Hi,” she said, realizing how close her face was to his face.

Naz excused himself, and Nate looked down at her over his crooked nose. God, Chase wanted that nose in between her legs.

“Hi,” she said again.

“Hi,” he replied shortly. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“I’m still drunk and I’m sorry I thought you hated me and that I said I wanted to have sex with you because I know we can’t have sex I’m drunk and you’re famous and we work together and you’re good at sex and I’m very bad at sex.” Chase squinted to try and focus on Nate’s face but it was very difficult. When did he have two faces?

“I actually do want to have sex with you,” Nate said straightforwardly. “I think you’re smart and cool and hot and yeah, I like you. But I don’t think this is exactly the right time to do this.”

“That’s why you didn’t want me to treat you? Cause you liked me?” Chase put together.

“Yeah,” Nate laughed. “I tried to keep you away so I could focus, but having you around the past two seasons has not been a distraction at all, it’s helped me focus.”

“Oh,” Chase said, standing there. “Oh.”

“So we’ll have this conversation again when you’re sober,” Nate said. “I think I’m gonna leave anyway, actually.”

“Wait,” Chase frowned. “Don’t leave yet. We haven’t even gotten to dance. I don’t want you to leave. I’m drinking water now and it won’t take me too long to sober up. Please don’t leave.”

Nate sighed. “Okay, let’s go dance.”

Chase grinned, took his hand, and led him over to where Cale and his girlfriend had resumed their dancing and loud singing of random songs that came up. A rap song came on, definitely one Nate had introduced EJ to, because it was on their warm up playlist.

Chase turned around, facing Nate, pressing her chest into his. Nate’s eyes glazed over again as he put his hands on her hips, dangerously close to her ass. Chase wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his forehead down to touch hers, demanding his blue eyes meet hers. She ground her body into his, and relished in the small buck of his hips he responded with.

Nate let his hands slide down her body to grip her ass. His breathing was slowly quickening, his touch slowly tightening, as the song changed to another rap song and they continued their dance.

Chase gasped when Nate pushed her away slightly and nudged his thigh between her legs for her to grind on. She immediately did, dragging the seam of her denim shorts along the length of his thigh. Feeling herself clench around nothing, she clutched harder to the back of his neck.

“You like that?” he asked, eyes still drilled on her, a smirk dancing across his lips.

“I’m drunk and you’re hot and I like everything you do,” Chase replied softly. “Please don’t leave yet.”

“When we’re dancing like this? Not a chance.”

She had no idea how long they danced, but by the time they stopped, she was sweaty and desperately craving more water. She and Nate separated and she hurried to the kitchen to chug water. Chase felt herself sobering up, the fuzziness beginning to fade, and with it, the confidence that had been flowing through her quickly dissipating.

Nate came to join Chase in the kitchen to get water, too. He filled up a cup and drank long sips. Chase stared at his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He put his cup down after he finished, his lips glistening from the water, and Chase made a split decision.

Chase stalked over to him and kissed him.

Her hands found his cheeks, tracing his playoff beard with her fingertips. His hands rested on her ass again, tugging her closer as she pinned him against the counter behind him. His lips were soft and wet and warm and tasted like beer. His tongue gently made its way into her mouth, softly dancing around hers.

Chase pulled back and looked up at his red, puffy lips. “Fuck,” she said.

“Mmhmm,” Nate replied, then pulled her in for more. Nate kissed her like she was his tether to the ground, like he was floating and the only thing that could keep him down was her lips. His fingertips dug into her ass, and she was sure she’d have bruises tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She traced his bottom lip with her tongue, then pulled away again, just enough to speak to him.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Chase whispered.

“You’re still drunk,” Nate whispered back.

“I’m sobering up.”

“The guys will have something to say. They’ll never let us live it down.”

“So? I don’t care what they think. They won’t even notice.”

“Chase…”

“We don’t need their permission. We’re both adults.”

“You’re still drunk.”

“And I’m still sobering up. Nathan, I’m good. I’m probably like, the equivalent of two shots drunk now.”

Nate bit his lip and looked over her head at his friends. Chase turned around too, and she was right. No one was paying attention to them. Everyone was in their own worlds. It was the perfect time to sneak away.

“Fuck it,” Nate muttered. “C’mon.”

Chase giggled as Nate clung to her hand and dragged her away, upstairs to one of EJ’s spare bedrooms. There were solo cups strewn everywhere, and Chase didn’t care to know whose they were. She fell onto the bed with more giggles as Nate turned on the T.V. hanging on the wall in front of the bed.

“Why the T.V.?” Chase asked.

“Well, not to brag, but I’m about to blow your mind, and I don’t want to get chirped for how loud I make you moan,” Nate said, his eyes darkening with lust.

Chase shivered, but said, “Well, the only competition you have is my vibrator, but I’ve learned to be pretty quiet.”

“Oh really?” Nate raised his eyebrows, then flopped on the bed next to her. He rolled on top of her, positioning himself in between her legs and said, “I take that as a challenge.”

Nate leaned down and kissed Chase sweetly, with none of the previous fervor from downstairs. He kissed his way down her clothed body, bunched her shirt up around her stomach, and kissed the soft skin as he unbuttoned her shorts and dragged them down her legs. She wore her only pair of sexy panties made of a comfy lace, and Nate dragged his thumb across the band.

“Nice,” he complimented. “Who’d you wear these for?”

Chase smirked. “Mikko.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.” Nate kissed her covered core and she jumped, making Nate chuckle.

“Nathan,” Chase said softly. “I’m nervous.”

Nate laid his head on her thigh, gazing up at her. “We can stop any time, you just say so.”

Chase took a deep breath. “Just, uh, go slow?”

“Hang on.” Nate hopped up and left the room, returning a few moments later. He tossed an unopened box of condoms and a brand new bottle of lube on the bed next to Chase, then shut the door behind him.

“Where did you get this?” Chase sat up and grabbed the lube, examining it.

Nate shrugged, “I know where EJ keeps his shit. I’ll buy him more.”

Chase’s heart pounded as Nate repositioned himself between her legs. He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the bed, then kissed her again through her panties, making Chase shiver.

“You ready?” Nate asked. He kissed her again and looked up at her through his eyelashes.

Chase took a deep breath and nodded, then Nate tugged her panties down in a swift motion, threw them on the ground behind him, and gently dragged his hands along her thighs. Chase watched him with bated breath, thinking he was going far too slow but also could go never fast enough. He ghosted kisses along her thighs, teasing her even more, and she pouted.

“That’s some mind-blowing head you’re giving me,” she said, rather annoyed.

Nate looked up at her, grinned, and rolled his eyes. He stuck his tongue out and traced it on the lips of her pussy, and she nearly leapt out of her skin. Nate chuckled, then let his tongue dip into her folds.

“Holy fuck,” Chase yelped.

Nate swirled his tongue around near her entrance for a bit, clearly avoiding her clit, but Chase didn’t care. The simple gesture sent heat waves and ice through her entire body. Finally, Nate softly wrapped his lips around her clit.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Chase yelped again. Nate’s tongue massaging her clit felt incredible, in a way she’d always imagined but could never have imagined, in a way she had started to believe she’d never feel. He looked up at her through his eyelashes and gently sucked on her clit. Chase’s legs began to shake and she could already feel how fast her orgasm was racing toward her.

“Use…use your fingers,” Chase gasped breathlessly.

Nathan unlatched his mouth from Chase, then shoved his middle finger into his mouth. He slowly teased her with it, gathering up more of her wetness, and slid his thick finger inside her, lips returning to her clit. He curled his finger to massage her walls, keeping pace with his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” Chase moaned, “oh fuck, I’m gonna come, oh fuck, fuck, Nate, fuck!”

Chase went sailing over the edge as her orgasm raked through her. Despite her legs shaking and her back arching, Nate kept his mouth on her as she fell apart for him. The constant stream of “fuck” that came from Chase’s mouth was so loud that she was grateful Nate turned on the T.V..

She finally came down, panting, and Nate slid his finger out of her and released his mouth from her. She grabbed his shirt and dragged him up to kiss him hotly, tongue immediately invading his mouth, tasting herself. Jesus Christ, he did what he said he would, and she was impressed.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” she breathed.

Nate chuckled. “You did say earlier I was good at sex, if I remember correctly.”

“Jesus.” She was still trying to catch her breath when she realized Nate was still fully clothed, so she said, “You’re wearing clothes still. Let’s change that.”

Grinning, Nate stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his legs, along with his underwear, so he stood before her in all his glory. He was already semi-hard, and he clambered back onto the bed overtop of her.

“Do you want me to like, do anything for you?” Chase asked.

Nate quickly slid his arms under her and pushed her up on the bed, closer to the headboard. “Nope,” he said as he moved her. “I’m good. Are you good?”

Chase nodded nervously. “Y-yeah, I think so.”

Nate reached over for a condom and the bottle of lube. He stroked himself several times before he opened the condom wrapper, then slid the condom on. He grabbed the bottle of lube.

“Okay,” he said, opening the bottle. “If it hurts, tell me. If we use enough lube, we should be fine.”

“Yeah,” Chase agreed. “I’ll tell you.”

Licking his lips, Nate squirted lube on his dick, which he then spread around with his other hand. He squirted some onto Chase’s pussy, and she jumped.

“That’s cold, what the fuck?” Chase yelped.

Nate chuckled. “It’s not that cold.”

“Maybe through latex it’s not.”

“Alright, alright,” Nate conceded. “Do you want more lube or is that good for now?”

Chase brought her fingers to her pussy, spreading the lube around and inside her. “I think that’s good for now, but I’ll stop you if I need more.”

Nate leaned down and kissed her lips sweetly. “Please do. Are you ready?”

Chase nodded, biting her lip nervously. “Go slow, please.”

“I will.”

Nate straightened up, then guided himself into Chase. Her mouth fell open as he stretched her, slowly inching deeper and deeper. She flailed her hand until it found his so she could tangle their fingers together. His pelvis bumped hers, and she knew he was all the way in.

“Oh fuck,” Chase muttered. “Just stay there for a second.”

Nate did as she said, patiently waiting, looking amused as Chase tried not to squirm. Having him inside her felt so intimate, so delicate, and she never wanted him to stop.

“Okay,” she said after a moment, “move.”

Nate readjusted his position on the bed so he was laying overtop of Chase. He rested on one elbow, keeping his hand intwined with hers, then rolled his hips back so he slid out of her, then rolled them forward to thrust into her.

“Oh my god,” Chase moaned.

Nate established a slow, steady pace, thrusting in and out of her so she could feel every inch and ridge of him. She felt pressure, but not pain, and it was delicious, especially as Nate’s breathing became heavier and heavier on her neck and lips.

“Does it feel good?” he breathed, nipping at her earlobe.

“Fuck yes, it does,” she moaned back.

“Good,” Nate replied, straining a little. “Me too, it, oh, fuck, you feel so good.”

He kept the same pace and before long, they were both panting and sweating.

“Nate,” Chase gasped, “more, I need more.”

Nate obliged, attaching his lips to her collarbone and sucking hard as he increased the speed of his thrusts slightly and thrust harder into her. He released her hand and began to rub her clit. Chase’s free hand dug into his bicep, leaving tiny crescents on his skin.

Suddenly, Nate sat up, grabbed Chase’s legs, and pushed them out wider, stretching her hips, but also allowing himself to hit a different angle inside her. Chase’s mouth fell open and she couldn’t even moan; the pressure of Nate inside her felt so good it overwhelmed her senses and she couldn’t think clearly.

“Oh, fuck, Chase,” Nate grunted. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll come,” admitted Chase, “but I don’t care.”

“I care. I’ll take care of you, okay?” Nate’s blue eyes were warm and lustful and genuine.

All Chase could do was nod in response. Her head lolled over as she scraped her nails from his bicep to his back, digging so hard she nearly made him bleed, and dragged her nails down his back as he fucked her. She swore she could feel him in her stomach, but then it began to hurt.

“Nate,” she breathed. “Nate, stop.”

Nate froze and brought his hands up to cup Chase’s face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I think we need more lube. It’s starting to hurt a little. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nate said, kissing her forehead. Chase watched, eyes hazy. He reached over to grab the bottle of lube again, squeezing some onto his fingers, which he then slid inside Chase. He spread the lube around and pulled his fingers back out of her. He squeezed more lube on his dick, stroked it to spread it across himself, then closed the bottle.

“I’m ready when you are,” Chase said and reached out to hold his forearm.

“Okay,” Nate replied. He spread her legs again, then gripped himself and guided his dick inside her. Chase’s back arched as he slid into her. She relished in the feeling of him, pressing her lips together. Nate leaned back over her and began to re-establish the rhythm he’d had.

“I’m sorry,” Chase breathed again. “I know you were close.”

“Shut up, Chase,” Nate breathed back, hungrily kissing her as he snapped his hips against hers. “I’m basically back where I was, oh, fuck.”

Chase placed her hand on the back of Nate’s neck. “You gonna come for me, Nathan?” she teased.

“Shit,” Nate said through clenched teeth. “Shit, I’m gonna come for you.”

Chase pulled Nate’s face close to hers and whispered, “Come for me.”

“Oh,” Nate moaned loudly, spilling into the condom, “oh, fuck, oh my god, fuck!”

Nate’s hips stuttered to a stop and he closed his eyes, panting. He kissed her sweetly as he pulled out of her, making her whimper from the loss of heat and contact. Without a word, he kissed his way back down her body to settle between her legs again. He licked Chase’s clit and she jumped.

“Shit,” Chase squeaked.

Nate slid his tongue down through her folds to her entrance, then pushed it into her. Chase moaned, hands grabbing at him until he offered her one of his hands. He moved his other hand to her clit, softly circling it, and within moments, he had her coming on his tongue, his name spilling out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Nate,” Chase breathed. Her body was exhausted and spent, and she didn’t know if she could move.

“Are you good?” Nate asked, laying next to her and pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. “Can I get you anything?”

“Fuck, maybe a Gatorade?” Chase laughed.

Nate chuckled, “I bet I can do that. Let’s get cleaned up first, though. You know you should pee like, soon, right?”

Nodding, Chase said, “Yeah, but I don’t know if I have the energy to walk right now.”

“Need help?”

“I think so.” Chase was embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing,” Nate said sharply. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Nate helped Chase sit up, then helped her to the bathroom. He pulled the condom off carefully and threw it in the trash, then took turns using the toilet and washing up. Nate went back into the bedroom and picked up Chase’s panties and his shirt.

“Here,” Nate said, handing it to her. “You can sleep in my shirt.”

Chase’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sleep? Here?”

“I’d, uh, I’d like to wake up with you, but I think we’re both too tired to go home.” Nate smiled softly.

“Oh.” Chase looked up at Nate. He was dead serious. God, he really did like her, huh?

“I mean, I can take you home if you want,” Nate added quickly.

“No no no. Let’s stay.” Chase stood on her tiptoes and kissed his nose. “But I definitely need that Gatorade.

Nate laughed, “I gotcha. Lemme get dressed.”

The two of them padded back into the bedroom, Chase pulling on her panties and Nate’s shirt, Nate pulling on only his boxers. Chase settled into the bed under the covers, grabbed her phone, and caught up on her notifications while Nate retreated downstairs for Gatorade.

Nate returned with his arms full of Gatorade, snacks, and phone chargers. “I thought you might be hungry,” he explained as he dumped the contents onto the bed, “and I know my phone is dead, so I stole a couple chargers too.”

“Thank you, Nate,” Chase giggled. “You’re very thoughtful.”

“Don’t tell anyone else that,” Nate joked as he climbed in bed with her. He grabbed one of the Gatorades, cracked it open, and drained it. He grabbed another and handed it to Chase, who opened it and took a few gulps.

Exhaustion hit Chase. “Oh shit,” she mumbled. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Me too,” Nate yawned.

“Can I, uh, can we cuddle?” Chase asked.

Nate smiled at her. “I was hoping we would.”

Chase grinned, put her Gatorade down, and scooted into Nate’s body, laying her head on his chest. His soft heartbeat was like a lullaby, and she knew she would be asleep soon.

“Nate?” she said sleepily.

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t let this be a one night thing.”

Chase felt Nate kiss her head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Can I take you to breakfast in the morning?”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll be awake for breakfast.”

Nate chuckled. “Brunch? Lunch? Whatever meal we want when we get up?”

“That sounds perfect,” Chase giggled. “Goodnight, Nathan.”

“Goodnight.”

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon one shot #nathan mackinnon smut #nhl smut #nhl #colorado avalanche #nhl writing #hockey writing #hockey smut #colorado avalanche writing #colorado avalanche smut #avs

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travisismylaurapalmer · 10 months

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Yellow Jackets: Plastic Pain in the Dollhouse

DON'T POST ON REDDIT!

I list the text refences only however if want to know what show or what ep something is I'm happy to check

I've divided the Refences into sections because this particular has so meta so many

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte/Yellow Jackets Episode Specifics/Doll Parts by Hole/Goodbye Blue Sky by Pink Floyd/Forbidden Partners The Incest Taboo in Modern Culture by James B. Twitchell/Forbidden Partners The Incest Taboo in Modern Culture by James B. Twitchell/Yellowjackets 1.3/Yellowjackets 1.3/Denial—is the only fact by Emily Dickinson/Sites of Memory: Perspectives on Architecture and Race by Craig E. Barton/Sites of Memory: Perspectives on Architecture and Race by Craig E. Barton/Sites of Memory: Perspectives on Architecture and Race by Craig E. Barton/Denial—is the only fact by Emily Dickinson/Denial—is the only fact by Emily Dickinson/Gothic Forms of Feminine Fictions by Susanne Becker/Mykonos by Fleet Foxes/Sites of Memory: Perspectives on Architecture and Race by Craig E. Barton/

Goddess Mythological Images of the Feminine by Christine Downing/Pretty Little Liars 4.24/Pretty Little Liars 4.24/Pretty Little Liars 4.24/Moulding the Female Body in Victorian Fairy Tales and Sensation Novels by Laurence Talairach/Moulding the Female Body in Victorian Fairy Tales and Sensation Novels by Laurence Talairach/Family Ties by Diana Khoi Nguyen/The White Lotus 2.?/The White Lotus 2.?/ Family Ties by Diana Khoi Nguyen/Werewolf by Fiona Apple/The Woman in the Red Dress Gender, Space, and Reading by Minrose Gwin/Mad Men 1.1/The Woman in the Red Dress Gender, Space, and Reading by Minrose Gwin/The Woman in the Red Dress Gender, Space, and Reading by Minrose Gwin/The Woman in the Red Dress Gender, Space, and Reading by Minrose Gwin/ Werewolf by Fiona Apple/Yellowjackets 2.7/Yellowjackets 2.2/Yellowjackets 2.2/ Yellowjackets 2.2/Barbie Girl by Aqua/Yellowjackets 2.2/Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn(Book)/Mean Girls Deleted Scene)/ Mean Girls(Deleted Scenes)/Sharp Objects by Gillain Flyn(book)/

The Callisto Myth from Ovid to Atwood: Initiation and Rape in Literature by Kathleen Wall/Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski/The Gendering of Melancholia Feminism, Psychoanalysis, and the Symbolics of Loss in Renaissance Literature by Juliana Schiesari/The Gendering of Melancholia Feminism, Psychoanalysis, and the Symbolics of Loss in Renaissance Literature by Juliana Schiesari/Pretty Little Liars 5.2/Pretty Little Liars 5.2/Suggestions by Orelia Has Orchestra/ Yellowjackets 2.9/Yellowjackets 2.9/Violence and the Sacred by René Girard/Goodbye Blue Sky by Pink Floyd/House of Dragon and Fire 1.?/

#yellow jackets #yellowjackets #yellow jackets showtime

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1000-directions · 4 months

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books i read this year in vaguely chronological order

the verifiers - jane pek

the truth is - nonieqa ramos

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow - gabrielle zevin

tomorrow will be different - sarah mcbride

i'm glad my mom died - jennette mccurdy

the first to die at the end - adam silvera

tell me i'm an artist - chelsea martin

sea of tranquility - emily st. john mandel

talking with my mouth full - gail simmons

yerba buena - nina lacour

the empress of salt and fortune - nghi vo

station eleven - emily st. john mandel

you made a fool of death with your beauty - akwaeke emezi

all systems red - martha wells

artificial condition - martha wells

our wives under the sea - julia armfield

we are okay - nina lacour

pageboy - elliot page

exit strategy - martha wells

fugitive telemetry - martha wells

xenocultivars: stories of queer growth - ed. isabela oliveira and jed sabin

love, loss, and what we ate - padma lakshmi

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe - benjamin alire sáenz

margaret and the mystery of the missing body - megan milks

the seep - chana porter

this is how you lose the time war - amal el-mohtar and max gladstone

crying in h mart - michelle zauner

less - andrew sean greer

gender queer - maia kobabe

autoboyography - christina lauren

artemis - andy weir

the glass hotel - emily st. john mandel

less is lost - andrew sean greer

cemetery boys - aiden thomas

the hate u give - angie thomas

how high we go in the dark - sequoia nagamatsu

how far the light reaches - sabrina imbler

the candy house - jennifer egan

notes from a young black chef - kwame onwuachi

trust exercise - susan choi

overdue: reckoning with the public library - amanda oliver

girl mans up - m-e girard

#BEHOLD THE BOOKS THAT I READ #they were not all gay but...very many of them were gay lol #excited that i read all these books and excited to read some different books next year!#books #goodbye 2023

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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Found you | Steve harrington x f!reader

Chapter one

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November 1983

-the vanishing of will byers-

"He's an asshole y/n don't even think about him" Liv said one arm wrapped around my shoulder the other holding Michele's hand. "I'm just saying he slept with me last year and now he doesn't even want to talk to me" I groaned "wait that's what you guys did that night you left?! I thought you guys just kissed!" Liv said. "Liv" i mumbled, I put my head down as we passed Nancy and Steve. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" she said. Steve looked over at us, making eye contact with me before quickly turning back towards his locker. "He's an asshole y/n, you should find someone who at least cares for you. Like my brother!" She giggled "Ew gross no" I said covering my face with my hand "come on he totally like you" she said "no he doesn't" I laughed "he's liked nancy wheeler since like the third grade" liv's eyes widened "you're sure?" she asked "yes! I'm pretty sure they're sleeping together too" I laughed "but she's dating st-"

"It didn't stop him for sleeping with me, so why would it stop her?" I said shrugging my shoulders. "But..but she's like the goody too-shoes of Hawkins you think she's sleeping with my brother?" She asked. "I babysit her little brother and sister Mike said he's always at their house" I said as we walked up to my class "welp this is my class" I said untangling myself from under liv's arm. "Yep we're continuing this conversation later though!" She shouted as she started walking down the hallway. "Totally!" I walked into the classroom and found my seat Michele following shortly behind me still half asleep. "You ok Mickey?" I asked as I sat in my seat "Yup I'm fine" she yawned as she leaned her head on my shoulder. This particular classrooms had tables all of the desks pushed together to make it kinda look like a kindergarten classroom. (I hated it it made me feel like they sent me back to like second grade) a few minutes after Michele and I arrived nancy and Steve arrived well just Steve. Steve failed this particular class last year so he had to take it again while nancy she was a year ahead taking eleventh grade instead of tenth grade English. Steve came up and sat across from me. "Hey" he mumbled "hey?" I replied quietly not trying to wake the now sleeping Michele. "I'm sorry" he said, my eyes widened before I giggled a bit "what for?" I asked cocking my head to the side a bit "for everything really, I'm an asshole." He sighed "you are" I laughed "friends?" He asked sticking his hand out to shake my hand "friends" I shook his hand. The bell rang waking Michele up. "Welcome back" I giggled as she sprung up in her seat. "Good morning class" Mrs.Girard said, some of the student replied with sad excuse of a 'good morning' it just sounded like a bunch of tired zombies trying to talk. "Ok, let's start class with attendance." Michele leaned her cheek against her arm slowly dozing off. Mrs. Girard then started to call out names each kid replying with 'here' or 'present.'

"Sidney Anderson?"

"Leo adams?"

'Tonya Allen?"

"Lea brown?"

"Bailey bell?"

Soon enough I just ended up zoning out, thinking about everything and anything. My vision became blurry as I focused less on my surroundings and more on my thoughts. My hearing also became a bit echoey if that's even a word. I wondered what my dad was doing right now? What everyone was thinking?

"Steve harrington?"

"Barbara holland?"

"Y/n hopper?"

I didn't hear my name being called I was too far into my thoughts to notice anything "y/n? Y/n? Are you ok?" Steve asked his voice a bit echoey but I could still tell who he was. "Y/n?" he snapped his fingers in front of my face waking me up from my daze. "Y/n" he pointed up towards the teacher, "oh shit" I muttered "I'm sorry" I mumbled the teacher glared at me before going on with roll. "Are you ok?" Steve asked "yeah I'm fine I've just done that since I was little sorry" I said quietly. I had done that since Sara died it was my way of dealing with all the stress of my parents fighting. When my parents should start their humongous fights I would just zone out go into my own little world until my dad came in and snapped me out of it. Now that I think about it he probably thought I was crazy I'd stare at one spot on the wall for hours while I was in my own little universe.

About thirty minutes into the double blocked class mrs. Girard called me out of class. "Mr Thompson wants to see you" she said "what why?" I asked "he just wants to talk to you y/n" she said before walking back into class. I sighed as I walked slowly down to the councilors office. It was probably because my grades were dropping they always did when they came around Sara's death date. I pushed open the door to see a way to eager mr. Thompson sitting at his desk. He has messy blonde hair and green eyes, he was on the younger side causing most of the girls to drool over him. "Hi y/n, how are you?" He asked "good I guess" I mumbled as I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. "Good, y/n your grades are dropping quit a bit, is everything okay ar home?" He asked I nodded. "Good, okay your teachers are complaining about you zoning out during class. Are you sure your ok?" He asked I shrugged my shoulders. "It's getting around the time my little sister died I guess it just shakes up my whole family" i muttered "yes okay, is you're mom and dad doing ok?" He asked "I haven't talked to my mom since I was twelve but dad he's fine" I replied as I fidgeted with my fingers. "Ok, do you have any friends y/n?" He asked I nodded "good" he replied as he wrote a few things down. "Can I go back to class or are you going to keep asking questions about my family?" I asked "yes of course you can go. Remember you can talk to me whenever you want!" He said. I sighed as I pushed open the door and almost sprinted towards my class. I knocked on the door a few times until the teacher opened the door. I walked back over to my table as practically fell back into my seat. "Woah what was that about?" Michele asked as I groaned "I'm just tired of everyone asking if I'm ok" I mumbled. The thing I liked about Michele is that she didn't ask if I was alright she didn't really care much about my family life at all. It probably wasn't healthy for my to not have at least one person who cared about my feelings but at least I didn't have it have one of those awkward moments where you cry I a friend or family member when they ask you if your alright. "Hey y/n mrs. Girard assigned this project do you wanna work with me?" Steve asked I shrugged my shoulders and said "sure" his eyes lit up "cool, okay do you want to meet somewhere tonight?" Steve asked "I've gotta babysit Nancy's siblings tonight" I sighed "we can meet at her place nance won't mind" he said "okay sure" I said.

My dad had dropped me off at the wheelers. The sun was already setting as I walked up to the wheelers front door. I had a bag slung around my shoulder filled with crayons and coloring books for holly. Normally when I babysat for the wheelers I was also babysitting for the Hendersons, Sinclair's, and the byers since will, Dustin, and Lucas always hung out at the wheelers.

The wheelers house has always been the hotspot for any of the wheeler childrens friends, even when I was in the second grade and best friends with Nancy everyone in our little friend group always gathered at Nancy's. I rang the doorbell and Ted wheeler opened the door. "Hi y/n how are you?" He asked in his rather monotoned voice "good. you?" I asked "as good as I can be" he said as he waved to my dad signaling so he can drive off. I walked past Ted and into the kitchen where Karen was tending to holly.

"Hi Karen" I said as I placed my bag onto the counter and grabbed a coloring book and some crayons. "Thank god you're here" Karen sighed "Mike and the boys are downstairs, mikes bedtime is nine thirty and eight twenty you know that don't let them manipulated you into letting them stay later. Nancy is upstairs I think she has a guy that might be coming over later I don't really know" she sighed as she grabbed her purse.

"Is it ok if I have someone come over? I've got a English project I've gotta do" I asked "yes of course" she said as she practically sprinted out of the house with Ted following behind her. I glanced up at the clock sat on the wall it was only about six o'clock. I sat down next to holly at the dinning room table. "Hi hol how are you?" I asked "good" she said quietly holly was always a rather shy kid she was only three though so she had so much more time to break out of her shell.

I placed them in front of her and she smiled up at me before quickly opened the book and began to color. I normally didn't bother mike or Nancy. Mike was alway doing some dnd shit and Nancy I just didn't ever feel like talking to her.

The door bell snapped me from the coloring page I was coloring. I sighed as I got up and walked over to the door. I opened it to see Steve with a poster in hand and a bag full of art supplies. "Hey" Steve said as I let him in. "Hi" I replied as we walked over to the kitchen table. "So the project is on a book we read so which one should we do?" Steve asked as he sat at the table next to holly. "Um how bout the one we read at the beginning of the year?" I asked his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what book I was talking about "yeah...um..yeah that one was good" he stammered "you didn't read it didn't you" I laughed. He nodded as he buried his head in his hands. "I'll tell you what it's about" I laughed.

"You're a life saver y/n" he mumbled as he placed his hand on my thigh "Steve" I pushed his hand off of my thigh. I still had a crush on Steve I don't think I'd ever be able to get over the crush I had on Steve, but I didn't want to go through the heart break I went through last year. "Yeah sorry, sorry" he muttered.

"Steve?"

Steve and I both turned around to see Nancy with Liam standing a little bit behind her. "What are you doing here dude?" Liam asked as he walked up to Steve and gave him a high five "y/n, and I had a project we had to do." Steve said. Nancy quickly walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water "yeah ok Um Liam and I are going to be upstairs" she said. Her and Liam quickly walked back upstairs. "She's cheating on you" I blurted out, my eyes widened I didn't mean to say that. I was going to lose my new friend not even a full day of being friends with him. "Y/n" he sighed "I know I'm overstepping but she is" I replied. "I know she is I'm just in love with her I can't leave her" he said. I grabbed his hand "I'm sorry" "it's okay it's fine y/n I had it coming" he sighed as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

After about an hour of working on the project it was around holly's bedtime. She was already dozing off in her seat. "I've gotta get her to bed I'll be back" I said as I scooted the chair back and standing up. I walked over to holly and picked her up. her cheek was smushed into my shoulder as I walked up the stairs. I passed by Nancy's room, her door was slightly ajar just enough that I could see in. Inside I saw Liam on top of Nancy making out. Honestly no one would've expect her to cheat on Steve. Everyone expected Steve to cheat on her (he did several times)! I quickly walked past and into hollys room. I laid her down on her bed and tucked her in before quietly walked back downstairs. I sat back down next to Steve. "You saw something didn't you?" He asked I hesitantly nodded "god dammit" he groaned as he buried his head in his hands. "I can't leave her, I'm to in love god" he sighed. I wasn't really good at consoling people I was normally the one getting consoled so I should've picked something up. "Hey Um it's okay steve" I said resting my hand on his shoulder. "It's not okay y/n! Stop saying it's fucking okay!" He shouted. I flinched back a bit from the loudness of his voice. I hated yelling so much it always scared the shit out of me it was like I just time traveled back to when I was twelve sitting in my room listening to my parents scream at each other. "shit sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he said softly grabbing my hand I quickly snapped my hand away "did I scare you I'm sorry" he said softly as he grabbed my hand again gently. "I'm sorry, let's just get back to the project" I mumbled tugging my hand away from his grip. "I'm really sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just I'm so fucking pissed right now" he sighed, "it's okay Steve it's not your fault" I said softly he smiled softly down at me "you're so nice to me y/n" he laughed.

It was nine twenty nine meaning it was time for mike to go to bed. It was always so hard to get all the boys to go home and then get mike to bed. "Mike!" I shouted no answer just a bunch of shouting coming from downstairs "mike!" I shouted again before opening the door down to the garage. "Mike!" I shouted placing my hand on my hip his head quickly snapped up he was on his hands and knees on the ground looking for something "y/n, we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike sat up on his knees "you mean the end? Your mom said nine thirty you've gotta go to bed" I said.

"No! Oh my god! Freaking idiots!"

I walked back into the kitchen, Mike followed shortly behind me "y/n, wait just twenty more minutes?!" Steve asked. I shook my "mike it's a school night, and I'm not getting in trouble again" I said. Steve still sat at the table working on the project practically falling asleep. "You can finish next week end" I said "but that'll ruin the flow!" Mike shouted "micheal!" I turned towards him as I scrubbed a dish "I'm serious, y/n the campaign took two weeks to plan how was I supposed it was gonna take ten hours?" Mike asked "you've been playing for ten hours?" I asked my eyes widened. Mike opened his mouth to speak before turning back around.

Soon enough all the boys came upstairs. "Be careful guys!" I shouted as they all walked outside.

"Do you want this?" Dustin asked holding a box of pizza in front of him. Dustin Henderson, practically a brother to me. I've been babysitting him since I was able to babysit when i was twelve. He was only in the second grade when I met him. He was friends with Sara and somehow I ended up being his babysitter once I was finally able to. I was the one who gave them their cat mews when I found her outside our house. "Nope" I replied shaking my head. He was about to go upstairs when I warned him "don't go up there give it to Steve" I said pointing to a half asleep Steve. Dustin plopped the box down on the table snapping Steve out of his half asleep state. "What's this?" Steve asked yawning "pizza you want it?" Dustin asked "hell yeah" Steve said digging in.

Mike came back in, "goodnight, y/n" he sighed as he trudged up the stairs "night, Mike" I replied as I finished washing the dishes. I returned back to my seat at the table to see Steve still munching on a piece of pizza. "You can go home if you want mikes parents aren't gonna be home for awhile" i said. Steve shook his head "Nuh uh, I'm gonna drive you home" he said with a mouthful of pizza. "We never agreed on that" I laughed "yeah but you don't need to be walking home at this time" Steve said. I rolled my eyes playfully "I don't walk home, I walk to liv's house then she gives me a ride" Steve stands up, grabs the pizza box and walks over to the trash "we'll tonight I'm giving you a ride" he said as he dropped the pizza box into the trash. He walked back over to the table and slumped down into the chair. "You know we're practically done with project. Do you wanna watch a movie?" Steve asked I shrugged my shoulders "yeah sure" I replied. Steve and I both stood up, Steve followed me into the living room. We both sat down on the couch a good amount of distance between us just encase his girlfriend decided to come down. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channel until I found a movie. "Is this okay?" I asked, Steve just nodded.

About and hour and a half later Karen and Ted arrived. "How were they?" Karen asked as she walked into the kitchen I followed her into the kitchen to clean Steve and i's stuff up. "they were good" i replied "good good" she sighed. "Okay we'll you're free to go" she said handing me a twenty. "Thanks I'll see you friday!" I replied as I walked back into the living room to wake up Steve. I tapped him a few times until his eyes blinked open "what?" He asked his voice groggy and deep. My heart practically stopped at how attractive I thought his voice was right now. "Uh...let's go" I said quietly Steve nodded "yup" he mumbled as he stood up and followed me out of the house.

Steve unlocked his doors and I hopped into the car. Steve placed the keys into the ignition and twisted it. The engine growled before the air and music turned on. "I'm sorry about Nancy. You don't deserve that" I said quietly "I do I really do" he sighed before pulling out of the wheelers driveway. "I'm just so in love with her you know. I don't know if I'm even going to be able to break up with her" he frowned. My heart broke just a little, I've always had this dream in the back of my mind that Steve would fall in love with me, but obviously that was never going to happen. I frowned as I leaned my head against the car door. "You ok?" Steve asked "yeah my head just hurts" I mumbled. "Oh" the rest of the ride was basically in silence the only thing heard was the faint sound of the radio.

Steve pulled up to the cabin. "I'll see you in English tomorrow" he said as I got out of the car "Mhm" I hummed as I slammed the door shut and started towards the cabin. I walked up the steps and unlocked the door to see my dad half asleep on the couch watching tv. "Hey dad" I said as I sat down next to him on the couch. "Hey hun" he muttered as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. "I've got twenty bucks you wanna order a pizza?" I asked "save your money" he mumbled as he leaned his head against mine. "Dad have you eaten?" I asked he shook his head as he started to doze off. "Dad you need to eat" I said worry laced in my tone "I'm fine y/n I'll eat tomorrow let's sleep" he mumbled.

I woke up at around three am with a strange feeling of anxiety wash over me. We were still sitting on the couch, the tv was now off though. "Dad" I mumbled as I shook him awake. "Hm?" His eyes blinked open "can you call Joyce? Make sure will made it home?" I asked "what y/n it's three in the morning I'm not gonna go bother Joyce right now"

"And that's it for news center this morning, thanks for joining us. Let's hand off now to liz at the news desks. Alright thank you Donna. Turning now to local news, we're getting reports of surges and power outages all across the country"

My eyes opened my dad was still asleep. I rolled my eyes as He snored. I got up and walked to my room to see what time it was. I could hear the sounds of a dog barking which seemed a bit weird to me because we basically lived out in the woods. We moved here after mom left since she decided to sell the house it. It was a complete mess I remember when dad took me here for the first time, him and I cleaning the cabin while music played in the background. We moved here for a fresh start new house with no old memories in it. Sara's death broke my family, it truly did. Dad and mom fought all the time, about me, about Sara, sometimes it was even about stupid things.

It was around seven thirty so I decided to get ready. I heard the sound of the shower turn on so I assumed my dad had woken up. I quickly got dressed and did my hair before settling back on the couch to wait for my dad. About ten minutes after the shower turned on it turned off. I heard my dad groan as something fell on the floor. My dad came back out with his police uniform on. "Hey dad" I said as walked over to the kitchen counter. "Hi honey" he mumbled as he swollowed down his pill with a beer. "You ready?" He asked I nodded and stood up slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Dad grabbed his hat and placed it on his head before we walked out. "You babysitting tonight?" Dad asked I nodded "for the baker's" I replied "they just had a baby right?" Dad asked and I nodded again. "What time do you think you'll be back?" He asked "I dunno probably about eleven" I replied. Dad nodded and placed the keys into the ignition.

Dad pulled up to Hawkins high. I hopped out and waved goodbye to dad. I walked up to the front of the school and met up with Michele. "Hi mick!" I exclaimed "hey y/n how was babysitting?" She asked "good guess who I saw making out with Nancy though?!" I giggled "who?! Who?! Who!" She said a smile broke out on her face. Michele loved drama, no matter what even if I was about the teacher. "Liam! I told you they're hooking up" i said. "Shit really? I feel bad for Steve" she sighed. Liv and Liam both walked up. "Y/n, mick" he saluted to both of us. "Soooo..are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?" I asked Liam's eyes filled with panic "what? What do you mean?" He lied "Liam I saw you with Nancy last night" I said "wait y/n don't tell Steve please he'll beat the shit out of me" I laughed awkwardly "well I um kinda already did" his eyes widened "y/n! What the hell!" He shouted. I took a deep breath as I stepped back at bit. "You're scaring her!" Liv hissed "no she needs to be told off for her bullshit! Why the fuck would you do that!" He shouted. Being yelled at is scary but being yelled at by a 200 pound football player is terrifying. "Do you understand you're going to get my ass kicked!" He got up in my face. My hands began to shake and tears began to well up in my eyes. "Liam you're scaring the shit out of her! Calm down!" Liv said trying to pull him away from me. "Hey what the fucks going on over here?" Steve asked Nancy standing just shortly behind him. "Are you okay y/n?" He asked I shook my head as tears threatening to spill. "Come on" Steve said grabbing my hand. "Are okay?" Steve asked as we began to walk away. Nancy stayed behind to talk to Liam. "No" I blinked back my tears. "Why was he yelling at you?" Steve asked I shook my head, and he took the hint I didn't want to talk about that. "Do you want me to walk you to our class?" Steve asked I nodded "yes please" I said quietly.

Steve was being sweet, I haven't seen him do that since the eighth grade. Steve was normally a douche bag, I had gone to the same school as him since I was seven so I should definitely know. In eighth grade Steve became friends with a bunch of the popular kids, by the time ninth grade came around he was a total asshole.

He grabbed my still shaking hand making me look up at him. He smiled softly down at me "I won't let him fuck with you" he said I smiled and nodded "thanks Steve" we walked into English, Michele was already sitting down at our table a worrier expression on her face. "Oh thank god! Y/n are you okay?" She asked as I sat down I nodded "yeah I'm fine" I mumbled "I'll beat his ass y/n I promise" she said making me giggle "don't, I'm fine I promise."

At lunch I noticed Jonathan byers wasn't there. Jonathan byers, he was practically my best friend he was the same age as me and his little brother was the same age as Sara. My dad had known Joyce since he was in high school so it was almost destined for his children and her children to become best friend. I made a mental note to call the byers when I got home and see if Jon was okay.

"Okay you need to tell me what the fuck is up with Steve, he's being so fucking nice to you!" Michele exclaimed, I rolled my eyes as I picked at my food. "He's not being nice to me" I laughed "yes he is, and he's still a huge asshole to everyone else so I want to know what the fuck did you do?" She said "I didn't do anything" I rolled my eyes as I popped a cherry tomato into my mouth "tell the truth did you suck his dick last night?" She whispered just loud enough so I could hear. My eyes widened and I pushed her shoulder "mick!" I giggled "what? I just wanted to know!" She laughed. Liv walked up sitting down "im so sorry about my brother y/n! Im gonna beat his ass when I get home" she said her face full of worry "I've been worried all day"she sighed "I'm fine Liv I promise" I said smiling. "Y/ns sucking Steve's dick!" Michele whispered to Liv "I am not!" I shouted "totally are no way he'd try and that up if it wasn't you who was getting yelled at" I scoffed "what do you mean?" I rolled my eyes and Liv began to explain "well if it was just any girl I think he'd start laughed but no he helped you why else would he do that if you're not giving him amazing fucking head" Liv giggled. I rolled my eyes again. I picked at the rather disgusting salad before I decided to open up the chocolate milk on my tray. "Your babysitting for the baker's tonight?" Michele asked as I took a sip from the milk. I nodded "aw I wanted to come over tonight" Michele sighed. "Tomorrow night?" I asked and Michele nodded.

When dad picked me up from school that day he looked pretty worried. "What's wrong dad?" I asked as I hopped into the car. "Will byers has gone missing" he sighed my eyes went wide. He couldn't have, I just saw him last night. God I knew I should've asked Steve to drive them home. "You saw him last night right?" Dad asked I nodded "did he seem normal?" He asked I nodded "you're going to find him right dad?" I asked "we're trying y/n" he sighed. "I don't think you need to go to the bakers tonight y/n" dad said. "Dad I'll be careful please, I need the money" I begged "I don't know y/n" he sighed.

"Hey!"

I jumped and looked over to the window to see Steve. "Hey" I smiled softly "are you okay after earlier?" Steve asked I nodded "what happened earlier?" Dad asked "Liam was yelling at me that's all" I mumbled "are you okay? I can sort this out if you want me to" I shook my head "it's fine dad, Steve sorted it out" I said. "I couldn't help but overhear you're conversation, chief I can go with y/n to the baker's make sure she's safe" Steve offered "if that's okay with you" dad said placing his hand on my knee. "Are you okay with that kiddo?" Dad asked and I nodded. "Well I'll see you at five?" Steve asked "Yup" I replied and he walked off. "Are you dating him now?" Dad asked "dad! No! He's dating nancy" I said my face turning red "so you like him?" Dad asked "dad!!" I groaned as I buried my face in my hands.

Five on the dot Steve harrington pulled up to my house in his bmw. He honked his horn a few times. "Bye dad!" I shouted as I ran out of the house and out towards Steve's car. My bag slung around my shoulder containing a walkie talkie (not as strong as the boy's had but it was close), and some toys for clay (their three year old). "Hey!" I exclaimed as I hopped into his car "hey pretty girl" he said a smile on his face. "Steve" I warned he sighed as he sat back in his seat "sorry" he mumbled. He pulled out onto the road and started towards the baker's house. "You can just leave if you want I don't need you to stay" I said quietly. He shook his head "Nuh uh I'm staying with you" I rolled my eye's, he was so stubborn "Steve you can just go and get drunk with your friends I know that's what you want to do" he shook his head again "I don't I wanna stay with you" he said "that kid just went missing I can't leave you by yourself" I shook my head and sighed sitting back in the seat.

We pulled up to the house, it was two stories, and painted red. You could tell they were well off just by looking at the exterior of the house. Steve and I both got out and walked up to the front door. I rang the door bell and just a few seconds later liane the kids mother answered the door. "Hey, god thanks you for coming on such short notice!" She said and then looked up at steve. "Harrington?" Steve nodded "god I haven't seen you since you were about this tall!" She exclaimed as the gestured to her knees. Steve laughed akwardly as he nodded "so are you two dating?" She asked I shook my head No as fast as I could "no, god, no. He's not even my type" lie it was a total lie, Steve was one hundred percent my type. She raised her eyebrows and nodded "hm okay you two can come inside" she said opening the door up wider so we could fit through. Steve and I both settled down on the couch while Mrs. baker went to grab the kids.

When she came back down she had about a two month old in her arms, and clay followed shortly behind her. The baby was dressed in a pink onesie with a pink bow clipped into the little amount of hair she had. "This is lily" Mrs. baker said quietly as she handed the baby to me. I craddled the baby in my arms my expression softening as I saw her tiny eyes open showing off her gorgeous green eyes. "Her bottle is in the fridge and you already know everything for clay" she said before leaving. Clay hopped up onto the couch next to me. "Hi y/n!" He exclaimed "hi bud how are you?" I asked "m'good!" He smiled up at me "how do you feel about being a big brother?" I asked. He shrugged a frown replacing the smile on his face. "You don't know?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "I dunno momma doesn't spend lots of time with me anymore" he sighed "I felt like that too when my little sister was born my dad and mom spent all their time with Sara, but I ended up loving being a big sister i actually kinda miss it" I said ruffling his hair. It wasn't a lie at all everyone knows I miss being a big sister more than anything, I missed everything about it. That's why I spend a lot of time with 'the party' and babysitting it kinda fills that void. "Once she gets bigger you're gonna love it i promise" I said softly and he nodded. "Who is he?" Clay asked furrowing his eyebrows and pointing to Steve. "I'm Steve" Steve replied. "Steve do you wanna color with me?" Clay asked hopping off the couch and running over to Steve. "Not really" Steve mumbled "Steve!" i hissed "ok fine" he sighed and clay began to jump up and down before grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him upstairs.

"Hi baby" i coo'd as I lightly tickled her belly making the most adorable smile break out onto her face. "You're so cute, arent you?" I coo'd as I stood up and made my way upstairs to see how Steve was doing. I walked over to clay and now lilys room and stood in the door way watching the two boys interact. Both Steve and clay laid on their stomachs coloring books in front of both of them. "How old are you?" Clay asked "I'm seventeen" Steve replied as he colored in an elephant. "Woah! You're so old I'm this many!" Clay exclaimed holding up three fingers. "My birthdays coming up! I'm gonna be a big boy momma says" Clay said. "Woah that's so cool buddy" Steve said his voice way softer than it usually is. I smiled as I watched the two interact. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Clay asked and Steve nodded "yeah I actually do" Steve replied "is it y/n?" Steve shook his head "no, um it's this girl her name is Nancy she's the most prettiest girl in the world" I frowned Steve was so in love with Nancy I couldn't even hold a penny to her. "Prettier than y/n? Because I think y/n's the prettiest girl in the world" Clay replied innocently "Hey Steve" Steve instantly turned his head around "yeah?" I walked into the room "can you hold her for a second I've gotta make dinner for Clay." Clays eyes instantly lit up at the mention of food. "Yeah yeah sure" I handed the baby to Steve. His facial expression softened as he held the baby. Clay jumped up and ran to me making grabby hands towards me. "Hold me too" I rolled my eyes playfully and picked him up. I fake grunted "you're getting so big Clay" i giggled as I walked down the stairs Steve following behind me. "Momma said I'm a big boy now!" Clay exclaimed "really?" I asked raising my eyebrows "mhm! Momma said since I'm turning four I'm a big boy now!"

"So what do big boy's have for dinner?" I asked.

"Mac n cheese!" Clay exclaimed "mac n cheese? Steve you want Mac n cheese?" I asked "hell yeah I do" Steve replied. I grabbed the box of Mac and cheese and placed clay down. "Go watch tv I'll call you when it's finished" Clay nodded and ran into the living room. I grabbed a pot and filled it up with water "Steve can you turn the stove on" Steve didn't answer he just turned it on and continued to interact with the baby. "Hi, oh you're so cute" he coo'd, I placed the pot of water onto the stove and sprinkled a bit of salt into the pot before pouring the noodles into the pot making sure to grab the packet of cheese. "You're fucking adorable!" Steve coo'd I quickly turned around "language!" Steve rolled his eyes "she's two months old" he said. I pointed towards Clay "he can hear you" i hissed "fine, fine" Steve groaned. He then continued his conversation with the baby. "Yeah, you're so pretty arent you" lily then began to laugh.

Once the noodles were done cooking I mixed in the cheese and then began to plate it. For clay's I added a few extra things to the plate like some fruit just to fill him up. "Clay!" I shouted instantly the kid jumped up and ran to the table. I placed a plate in front of clay and he immediately began to devour it. I then placed a bowl in front of Steve and grabbed lily from him. "You're not gonna eat?" Steve asked furrowing his eyebrows "I can't I have to feed lily" I said grabbing the bottle out of the fridge. The bottle was already filled up I just needed to heat it up. After I heated up the bottle I sat in a chair next to Steve. I placed the bottle up to lilys mouth and she instantly latched on to the bottle. She sucked down the bottle as fast as she could. "God dammit" I giggled "language!" Steve mocked with a mouthful of Mac n cheese in his mouth. I rolled my eyes and began to burp her.

After Clay finished his food I took both kids upstairs to put the to bed, leaving Steve downstairs. I first placed lily in her crib, she instantly fell asleep. Then I tucked clay in and tried to read him a book. "Big boys don't need bed time story's" Clay whined "are you sure?" I asked raising my eyebrows "yes" he said nodding "okay goodnight Clay" I said as I walked out of the room after turning off the light. "Night y/n!" I made myself downstairs to see Steve with another bowl of Mac n cheese. "What bowl are you on now?" I asked "fifth" Steve said stuffing a spoonful into his mouth. "My god" I murmured as I sat back down. He then took another spoonful and started to move it towards my mouth. "Steve I'm not hungry" i replied "come on eat" he said I rolled my eyes "I can feed myself" i grumbled. "Come on y/n/n" I rolled my eyes and gave in, he stuck the spoon in my mouth. I chewed up and swollowed the Mac n cheese before sitting back in my seat. "Let's watch a movie" Steve suggested, I nodded and stood up before Steve picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. "Steve! Put me down!" I giggled Steve just chuckled before lightly dropping me down onto the couch. Steve sat down next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I feel bad" I mumbled "about what?" Steve asked cocking his head to the side as he looked down at me. "Will, he's missing and I'm just going on with my day to day life like nothing happened" i replied tears welling up in my eyes. "He was like a little brother to me, I just don't think I can handle losing anyone else. First it was my sister, then my mom, now will. I don't think I can take it anymore" I said a tear falling down my cheek. "Hey it's ok y/n." He said softly as he wiped a tear off my cheek. "It really isn't, I'm ditching my friends to babysit and hang out with eleven year olds, because that's the only way I don't feel the pain of my sister gone. I wouldn't be surprised if all of them just left me someday" I cried. "Hey, hey I'm not really good at this I'm sorry, but it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay they're gonna find will and everything gonna be fine" he said softly. I nodded as i sniffled, “shh, it’s all gonna be okay sweetheart” he said as he pulled me into his chest. “It’s all gonna be okay.”

“Y/N! DO YOU COPY!”

I groaned as I reluctantly pulled myself away from Steve and crawled over to my bag. “Yes I copy what the fuck do you want?” I cursed “we need you at mikes like now!” Dustin said “what is it?” I asked “we can’t tell you over this I’ll explain when you get here” I groaned “fine okay I’ll be there when I’m finished babysitting.”

“God dammit we need you now!” Dustin shouted “I’m sorry I’m babysitting and their mom won’t be here for another half hour!” I shouted before stuffing my walkie back into my bag. “God they’re insufferable” I sighed as I crawled back over to Steve. Steve chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder again.

“Steve!” I warned.

“What why don’t you like it when I flirt with you?” Steve asked pouting “because I don’t want to get hurt again Steve” I replied as I pushed his arm away from me.

An hour and a half later the kids mom came back. “Thank you so much” she sighed as she handed me thirty bucks. “No problem” I replied “have a good night” she replied just as we were about to walk out of the house.

“You too” I replied.

We walked out of the house, “half it?” I asked and Steve nodded. I handed him fifteen bucks “we should babysit together more often” Steve said as he stuck the money in his pocket. “Definitely, and it adds up over time. I’ve got like a hundred saved up just from the past month” I replied as I got into his car.

Steve drove over to the wheelers house, he decided to stay in the car just in case Liam was there. I knocked on the door a few times and Mrs wheeler answered. “Oh hey y/n! What are you doing here?” She asked “the boys said they needed to tell me somthing” I replied “oh well they’re just down there like they always are” she said. I thanked her and made my way down the stairs to see all the boys gathered around a little girl with a shaven head.

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