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metalomagnetic · 11 hours

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Snippet Canis Major

Voldemort remembers the other Sirius. Also, a little glimpse at Orion/Walburga, because I never tire of this toxic couple.

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Usually, it was Arcturus or Pollux that showed up when their children got in trouble. Cygnus, especially, was often in trouble, so Pollux’ face was the most familiar to the students.

In Voldemort’s sixth year at Hogwarts, Atticus Bulstrode, the Head Boy, invited Walburga to Hogsmeade, the last in a lengthy string of boys asking her out. Only this time, she accepted.

When he heard, Orion challenged him to a formal duel. Atticus laughed, rolled his eyes at his fourteen years old opponent.

“Quick!” He was shaken awake by Abraxas, in the middle of the night.“Orion is killing Bulstrode in the trophy room! You have to stop him!”

He reached them just in time, he disarmed Orion, and rushed Bulstrode to the Hospital Wing, where they found Dumbledore asking the Matron for a sleeping potion.

Atticus was lucky- Dumbledore was more often than not away from Hogwarts, chasing Grindelwald, rumour went, but he was there that night, apparently suffering with insomnia.

The professor kept Atticus alive until the Healers from St Mungo arrived and took the boy with them.

“It wasn’t me,” he said, hurriedly, stained in Bulstrode’s blood, lingering in the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore peered at him from under his half-moon glasses. Dumbledore always liked to blame everything on him. “I only brought him here after-”

“I know,” Dumbledore assured him.

The next morning Atticus’ father came thundering, his yells easily heard from where Voldemort was spying, near the Headmaster office.

He wondered if maybe this will be the time when a Black actually suffers consequences. After all, Bulstrode’s name was ancient, they were a rich, influential family, and surely, at least on account of that, Dippet would do something more than detention and points taken, which was the usual punishment for Blacks.

Only, this time it wasn't Arcturus that came to fix his son's issues.

It was the infamous Sirius Black. A tall man, with wide shoulders, long black hair hanging around his face, deep circle under his too intense eyes, mouth twisted in a snarl. Orion walked behind him, his gaze fixed on his older relative. Voldemort watched them, hidden by a pillar. Orion never seemed small; he carried himself with such arrogance and pride, his head held so high he seemed a foot taller than he was. Yet right then, Orion looked small, trailing after his grandfather, quietly, as Voldemort observed them disappear up the stairwell leading to the Headmaster's chambers.

They left Dippet’s office not even a quarter of an hour after they entered it.

As soon as they emerged from it, the gargoyles closing the door behind them, old Black slapped Orion, the noise echoing down the hallway.

“Next time you pull something like this, do it on a weekday, you fool! If I’m woken up again at this ungodly hour on your account on a Sunday, you will be very sorry for it.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Orion answers, in that unfazed tone of his.

The old man narrows his eyes. “What was it about, anyway? How did he provoke your ire?”

A second worth of silence. “He tried stealing from me.”

Orion gets hit again, harder this time. The heavy family ring rips the skin at the corner of his left eye, and that pure blood of theirs makes an appearance.

“Then why does he still have hands?” the old man hisses, enraged. “If someone attempts to take what is yours, you cut off their hands, boy!”

He slaps Orion again, just as harshly.

“Yes, Grandfather.” Orion doesn't take his eyes off his grandfather, doesn't wipe away the blood running down his cheek, his hands held behind his back.

Sirius Blacks huffs in displeasure, before turning on his heels and marching down the hallway. “Weakling,” he mutters.

Nothing happened to Orion. Not even the usual detention. No points taken.

Sirius Black insisted it was a formal duel, that the challenge had been accepted, and it was all done honourably, Slughorn told Voldemort, when he called him into his office to give him the Head Boy badge, temporarily, until Atticus recovered and would be able to return to Hogwarts and his duties.

“When Armando reminded him duels are illegal at Hogwarts, formal or not, Mr Black said rules are just words on parchment; that he’s a wizard, and he follows laws of magic, not of men.” Slughorn sighs, rubs at his temples, and then he takes a caramel out of his newest bribe-sweets bag that Abraxas gave him. “He told Mr Bulstrode that if he wants justice, then he should challenge him to a duel, and solve it like wizards ought to. Of course, Mr Bulstrode has more than one brain cell, so he refused and let it go.” He sighs again, points a sugar coated finger at Tom. “This is why I always told you not to seek trouble with Blacks. We’re lucky he’s apparently taken to drinking lately, locked up in his Manor, that he lets Arcturus handle most of their affairs, who is much milder and reasonable. But, once in a while, he gets out and you do not wish to run afoul of him.”

No one in the common room talked of it; only Walburga complained she was looking forward to going to the newly opened teashop in Hogsmeade, and demanded to know what was Orion’s problem with Atticus.

“A Quidditch thing,” Orion told her, with a shrug. “Don’t worry, Waly. I’ll take you to Madam Puddifoot’s.”

“I don’t want to go with my baby cousin, don’t be ridiculous! Malfoy, you will take me!”

Abraxas backs away, slowly. “I can’t, Walburga. I’m busy, I have to study,” he says, hastily, when Orion glares at him from behind Walburga.

It was the only time mild-tempered, well behaved Orion did something so outrageous that his unhinged grandfather had to come and solve it, so it was the only time Voldemort saw the man.

#my writing #it runs in the blood #canis major #black family insanity #Orion would commit murder for the chance to take Walburga on a date #wizarding world corruption #Blacks should stop naming boys Sirius because they all turn out insane

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archersartcorner · 6 months

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“When I held you, actually saw you for the first time, I fully realized how vulnerable you were. You’re such a small thing, can’t see or hear, just have to trust the people around you are friendly, won’t hurt you. I… thought of hurting you, Skip. It would’ve been so easy to have crushed you, to have killed you and never have to worry about you taking over my body again. But you were there in my hands, trembling, terrified, and despite where my thoughts travelled, all I wanted to do in that moment was protect you.”

Was looking at some of my old doodles of these two and wanted to redraw this one. Never posted the original cus I didn’t like how it came out, but I still liked the little paragraph I had next to it, so here :-]

Edit: Speed paint here :)

#my art #described #dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #norman takamori #skip takamori #skipperskip #they are so everything to meeeeeeee #Norman vs intrusive thoughts: Norman 1 IT 0 #I love thinking of the hypothetical moment norm actually sees Skip for the first time and is like. ‘oh my god. small lil guy……….’#norman is constantly checking in the med bay after to see if Skip’s okay. ‘still breathing? okay good good. good.’#and while Skip is unconscious he can minorly detect norman’s psychic signature. and it’s a big comfort to him. the rest of the crew notice-#-skip seems… more at ease whenever norman’s checking on him. they’re not even sure if Skip knows he’s doing it or if it’s entirely subconsc.#anyway. *points* I like the slug and his man

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thechekhov · 3 months

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH38

Rip to these promising mages. I assume they will not survive this massacre.

IS that where her lungs and kidneys are? Because like. She's huge. Her entire body is behind her. Do you really think she'd keep her vital organs in the little human bulb on the front?

I mean, he has a point. What are you going to do? Fight off more hoardes of dragons?

oh noooo, Kabru.... too bad. That's so unfortunate.... anyway.

It's curious that Laios only got knocked away. He was just as likely to have had his head squished like a grape.

Guys, this is absolutely not the time to be concerned for her privacy.

Yes, queen. Free the tiddy. Murder everyone in this dungeon. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.

.......that's. One way to do that. I guess.

.......what's that rock about.

Oh, I see. That's convenient.

This guy dungeons! Maybe he even dragons.

So we got north (tallmen? dwarves?) and then the easterners.... and now the elves of the west?

He's going to give her to the Americans?! ಠ_ಠ

To be fair, at least they HAD a plan. And they executed it. It's more than you did. I don't mean to point fingers but... at least they... ya know... did something.

Kabru's like 'no, no, hang on, I need to hear what batshit fucked up thing this dude is going to say next, this is important'

Laios is so stressed he broke character.

Then again, maybe it's healthy to let them slug it out a bit. Get it out of their system.

It's true. They wore fitbits and everything.

...hey, hold on a second.

Now hold on a minute.

Damn, this is. Kind of even worse because. I guess I could have guessed that Toshi was just pretending to be polite, like you do. Cultural differences.

But the painful thing is, Laios doesn't seem surprised. He just seems resigned. He's been told before that he's difficult to get along with. To the extent that he doesn't even consider Marcille and Chillchuck his friends? Even though they arguably both care about him? But because Toshiro didn't bother to be deadpan about him being a bit odd at times, Laios thought it meant that was fine.

And that kinda hurts. Like damn. Laios just wanted to make a true connection. And I can't really blame Toshiro either, he was just trying to keep the peace but. Damn.

Free her! Let her do her illegal magics! She deserves it! （︶^︶）

Thoughts:

Senshi just being annoyed about that one last harpy looking for scraps.... like "shoo, this ain't the time"

That gnome seems genuinely nice. I'm sorry Falin squished his pet undyne.

Kabru hugging his..... mage? Girlfriend???? Seems very...one sided. Kinda feel bad for her.

Laios and Toshiro still going at it, I see. Get it allout, boys.

Uhhhhhhhhhh ninja girls.

Aww, doggo.

Last question: Where did the cat go?

Senshi: I can fix that.

Are you all worried because he's finally making sense?!?!

Laios and he punched their singular braincells into several new ones, it seems.

F./....Falin... please give the caterpillar some privacy........

My man, maybe lead with that............

I can't believe Marcille was potentially more forward about her feelings.......

"his pupils are dilated" yes, thank you sherlock. You've finally realized what everyone else who meets Laios feels almost immediately. he's a monster freak club card carrying member. Welcome.

p.....pubby......

As long as he was also inside the dungeon with them.... yes.

The issue with Kabru isn't that he isn't trying his best. It's that Laios isn't trying at all.

On a scale of one to Kabru, how badly do you react to being offered a food you don't want to eat?

......oh no. He's so pathetic it's funny. He's growing on me.

Absolute morons, the pair of them. Immovable object meets unstoppable force. The funniest combination ever. Ghost type and normal type pokemon, forever throwing moves at each other that will never hit. Laios thinking he's made a friend. Kabru just barely stopping himself from killing Laios. Best comedy pair. Tom and Jerry in a can.

Anyway. What a great manga.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi quick reacts #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #delicious in dungeon

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yurislotusgarden · 6 months

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Relationship hc's

ʚїɞ Nakahara Chuuya x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Dazai's version

ʚїɞ word count: 1425

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ I love this man

ཐིཋྀ Anyway

ཐིཋྀ We all know he would be a gentleman to you <3

ཐིཋྀ Whether you live together or not, there's always a bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase somewhere. Once they show even a small sign of dying he replaces them

ཐིཋྀ You still aren't sure how he knows about the flowers starting to wilt even when he's in another part of Japan or even another fucking country

ཐིཋྀ This man does both fancy and casual types of dates. Prefers fancy ones tho

ཐིཋྀ "Why have so much money and not use it to spoil the shit out of the love of my life?" <--- Chuuya wanting to spoil the fuck out of you all the time

ཐིཋྀ You probably live together after quite a short amount of time, like less than 8 months kind of short

ཐིཋྀ He's just so worried about your safety :(

ཐིཋྀ Both generally and because of his position as an executive

ཐིཋྀ You don't mind tho, don't lie to yourself

ཐིཋྀ Protective. Not overprotective but it's definitely up there on the scale. Kinda justified though

ཐིཋྀ Possessive mf

ཐིཋྀ Again, you don't mind as it's not to the point of being controlling and shit

ཐིཋྀ If you're in the PM, he still worries, just a little less since he knows you can take care of yourself

ཐིཋྀ If you're not an executive, you work under him for sure. Chuuya requested a change (if you weren't under him from the start) as soon as he realized this funny feeling he gets around you is love <3

ཐིཋྀ You know Dazai. No questions asked or doubt

ཐིཋྀ I saw around some time ago that someone wrote that Dazai breaks into wherever Chuuya lives. I’m sure it ain’t canon so just saying I very much hc him doing that

ཐིཋྀ You can see what I’m getting at, you probably met because of Dazai breaking into your guys' place😭

ཐིཋྀ Imagine you're cooking or something and hear someone in the house (Dazai doesn't try to hide he's there since he thinks Chuuya's home because of the light in the kitchen), thinking it's Chuuya you go to greet him before realizing it's not him but someone else-

ཐིཋྀ "Who are you and why are you here?"

ཐིཋྀ "Those should be my questions asshole!"

ཐིཋྀ "The fuck you mean?"

ཐིཋྀ "I live here? You literally broke into my house!"

ཐིཋྀ "You live here? But it's the slugs house isn't it? Did I break into the wrong place???" He knows he didn't

ཐིཋྀ "Wait 'slugs'-"

ཐིཋྀ You totally didn't realize who Dazai is because of that nickname, nope. Chuuya didn't complain about a mackerel at all no-

ཐིཋྀ That was literally yall's first convo

ཐིཋྀ Dazai standing like he should be there, and you standing there with a gun pointed at him (that you have from Chuuya because he has weapons all over the house just in case anyway. That one was in the kitchen)

ཐིཋྀ You guys proceeded to talk like you guys knew each other for years until the ginger came home and flipped the fuck out at the sight

ཐིཋྀ He thought you would have a peaceful life by not knowing the stack of bandages

ཐིཋྀ And to the gingers' chagrin, you and the brunette ended up being good friends

ཐིཋྀAs to who knows about yall depends on who you are

ཐིཋྀ If you're in the PM, most if not all will know at some point

ཐིཋྀ Mori would probably not do anything about it as long as it doesn't affect your guys' performance on missions

ཐིཋྀ If you're a civilian, the people who know about you are the people he's the closest to and Mori somehow finds out

ཐིཋྀ Kouyou adores you if you share at least some interests and you don't mind being friends with mafiosos (basically not judging them just because of their work)

ཐིཋྀ You guys drink tea together. Even if you don't like tea, she managed to find one that you like

ཐིཋྀ Even if you don't share interests, she will have nothing against you as long as you ain't hurting Chuuya

ཐིཋྀ Akutagawa siblings know for sure, you basically adopted them LMAO

ཐིཋྀ You and Gin go shopping together, sometimes tugging Ryu around against his will with yall

ཐིཋྀ I mentioned Mori, he at first didn't care if the relationship didn't change anything and Chuuya was as efficient as normally

ཐིཋྀ But Elise met you in the city by accident and decided she likes you and deemed you her friend, so Moto “asked” you to play with her from time to time

ཐིཋྀ Goodluck if you're a low-energy person

ཐིཋྀ If you're in the PM and Elise wants to Play with you, you are for sure a little bit safer around Mori

ཐིཋྀ He doesn't want to deal with her whining and throwing a tantrum if he doesn't have to, so if you not being killed will make Elise happy, he won't do it

ཐིཋྀ Going back to the topic

ཐིཋྀ Rides on his motorcycle with you holding him tightly from behind right?

ཐིཋྀ Mf rides faster than necessary just because he likes it when you squeeze his waist because you think you will fall off

ཐིཋྀ He won't let you but oh well

ཐིཋྀ Similar to Dazai, man has got a grip of steel, so good luck getting up from his lap, cuddling, or in the morning if he won't want you to. We all know he ain’t weak, not in the slightest

ཐིཋྀ Would teach you self-defense if you don't already know it. He for sure doesn’t complain at having to do that, the view he gets is quite pretty y’know? You can say the same about your view :)

ཐིཋྀ This is purely a hc of mine but he would teach you French if you will ask him!!!

ཐིཋྀ Yes I'm one of those who hc that Chuuya either generally knows French due to Kouyou teaching him and Dazai, or he has some French genetics and wanted to just learn it either way taught by Kouyou LMAO

ཐིཋྀ Hope you aren’t weak to French because he can and will flirt with you in it <3

ཐིཋྀ If you are tho, knees? Weak. Nonexistent. Goodbye.

ཐིཋྀ Mister here will use it to his advantage. He knows what he’s doing and he ain’t stopping

ཐིཋྀ If you know a language he doesn't, he will gladly learn it just to speak in it with you. Especially if you're a foreigner, he certainly will learn your native tongue at one point. But, if you know a language he doesn't just because you wanted to know it, he learns it anyway

ཐིཋྀ Another way to shit-talk people without their knowledge <33

“I'm so lucky to be dating your pretty ass”

“I don't understand, doll. Say it in a language I can understand.”

“No, I don't think so, pretty boy”

“Are you cussing me out or something?”

ཐིཋྀ ^You talking to Chuuya in your language before he knew it to confuse him

ཐིཋྀ He was indeed confused

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of hc’s, heterochromia Chuuya <3

ཐིཋྀ You love his eyes, one blue and one brown. You fluster him because of just staring at his eyes and at him generally

ཐིཋྀ He lets you play with his hair, style, and all

ཐིཋྀ It's so soft you considered stealing his hair stuff when you first run your hands through it

ཐིཋྀ He wouldn't mind, wouldn't even try to stop you. Would probably encourage it actually

ཐིཋྀ It's playing into his possessiveness

ཐིཋྀ This man has style, we know that. He also happens to have a big closet with his clothes :)

ཐིཋྀ Want a Chuuya-looking puddle on the floor? Wear. His. Clothes.

ཐིཋྀ The ginger will literally die if he comes home to you wearing his clothes. Anything. Wear anything and you will spot a wild Chuuya puddle in its natural habitat the floor

ཐིཋྀ AND IF YOU ASK HIM IF YOU CAN WEAR HIS STUFF WHILE EMBARRASSED???

ཐིཋྀ You make him want to sob :(

ཐིཋྀ Happily of course

ཐིཋྀ Use his shower stuff like shampoo and walk around in his clothes

ཐིཋྀ It does things to him

ཐིཋྀ Both fluffy and unholy thoughts are in this man's head if you’re just wearing his stuff

“Doll, you can’t do this to me.”

“Huh?”

ཐིཋྀ You’re either genuinely confused by his words or playing with him

ཐིཋྀ It ends the same anyways :)

ཐིཋྀ “Take my card and go crazy, love.”

ཐིཋྀ ^Chuuya on any occasion

ཐིཋྀ If he could he would spend his money on you, he would but you always stop him

ཐིཋྀ Therefore that’s Chuuya on any occasion because he has an excuse for it

ཐིཋྀ Price tag? What’s that?

ཐིཋྀ It doesn’t exist in his eyes, you are worth every single penny in his wallet <3

ཐིཋྀ You guys have spa days at home

ཐིཋྀ Share skin care routines if you can

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #port mafia x reader

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chuuya4040 · 6 months

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Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai in the PM days had accidentally gotten themselves on wanted posters that were plastered across for all of Yokohama to see.

Wanted posters weren’t unnecessarily uncommon within the Port Mafia. Usually it was low level grunts, who had the misfortune of having an unflattering photo of themselves plastered across the city, all for the citizens to walk past and be wary of. However, it was of utmost importance that high level mafia personnels remain anonymous to ensure that they never get recognised by the public.

“I think they really captured your angry, chibi face and ugly red hair well, don’t you think?”

However, two teenage boys happened to break this rule.

“Hah?! That looks nothing like me or my hair, it looks like some sewer rat!”

“Exactly my point, it is accurate!”

Two teenage boys who happened to also be the most dangerous duo in the underworld.

“Fuck off! Yours looks like you don’t have basic hygiene and haven’t even showered in days– oh wait, that’s actually true!”

“Hmph, I’d say the rough look they’ve given me gives me charm.”

“Yeah, a charm that says stay ten feet away from this man unless you want to catch a disease.”

Both boys yell at each other on a busy street in the city, screaming obscenities and accusations of their appearance to one another only growing louder and louder by the minute.

Each of them had been horrified by their own posters when they stumbled upon them on their way back from a mission. Whoever the artist was, clearly did not have a good eye for this profession.

Chuuya rips the poster off the wall, nearly ripping it in half in the process. “That looks nothing like me, just watch” he declares and approaches the first person he sees.

“Excuse me,” the redhead stops an elderly lady, a sweet faux smile on his face, “my.. friend thinks this looks like me, would you agree?”

The older woman blinks for a few moments, dazed by the random interaction and narrows her eyes at the poster before shaking her head “Oh, no you look nothing like that person!”

Chuuya looks at Dazai with a victorious smirk, his mind already forming of how he can make the bandaged bastard suffer.

He claimed his victory too quickly it seemed.

She continues with a small chuckle, “you’re just a sweet little thing aren't you?” The elderly woman coos, “you could possibly never look that menacing!” She fondly says, pinching his cheeks.

An uncontrollable giggle bursts out behind him, the gross (heavenly) noise reverberating in Chuuya’s brain and a constant reminder of his humiliation. His cheeks grew warm and red as his own hair, and in that moment with the woman's innocent smile and his partner's evergrowing giggle, he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

“And what about me?~” Dazai muses, a splitting grin on his face, a face that knows he has won.

The woman steps closer to investigate the poster, her eyebrows narrowing in question before they rise on her forehead and she turns pale. “Oh.. oh yes that does look like you. How strange..”

Dazai’s mouth hangs open in bewilderment, and a hearty, uncontrollable laugh bounces off the walls of the city.

Hushed tears blur the redhead's vision as he watches the elderly woman apologize and swiftly make her exit at the realization of who they are.

“Y-you.. You must be mistaken! Please, I definitely look more handsome than this, just look at me!” Dazai yells out after her, despair and horror clinging onto his voice as he watches her disappear into the busy crowd.

The brunet rounds on his partner, irritation leaking in his single eye when he yells, “what are you laughing at?! You are so small she thought you were a child!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yells, annoyance dancing through his veins before he huffs in resignation. He begins walking towards headquarters, leaving before a dazed partner before blurting, “don’t sweat it, yeah? You look good half the time anyways.” Checkmate, Chuuya thought.

“Chuu–.. Chuuya, Chuuya! What do you mean by that? Is the slug finally admitting his undying love for me?!”

“Shut. Up!”

If years later they now have those exact wanted posters in a small frame in their shared apartment, that is no one’s business to know except their own.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd fic #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #skk #mini fic #crack #crack skk #port mafia #pm skk #skk fic #teen skk #my lil sillies

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akutasoda · 7 months

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Hello something similar to the jouno ask you got except with Chuuya. Like the reader is legitimately Dazai just in a different font, like reader also used to be referred to as the angel prodigy or some shit. Anyways reader is in the helicopter with Chuuya while he rescues them and its just "why the fuck are you here? And how come you were able to help whilst saving us??" *insert that song that just goes thank you to my man* anywaysss the reader just goes on to explain how her and Chuuya have been dating for like over two years. Props if you make reader and Dazai besties that constantly play flirt and people always think they're together

a fortuitous helper

synopsis - maybe it was not the best way to introduce your spouse while on the run

includes - dazai, kunikida, yosano, ranpo ft chuuya x reader

warnings - gn!reader, reader is an agency member, reader is the partner of chuuya, slight crack/angst, fluff?, mention of murder, wc - 816

a/n: hello!!! :) i also got a bit carried away with this one haha - anon is referencing this post

you had always dreamed of holding such an important job at somewhere at the detective agency. and so as soon as you could, you applied to join and got in with zero issues. not even in your entrance exam. afterall you had built yourself the reputation in various positions prior and you even earned a nickname - 'the divine prodigy'. from your understanding it was meant to mock the one they called the 'demon prodigy' as you always seemed to foil most of their plans despite never finding eachothers identity.

although in this job you wanted to start anew, sure you would still hold your title as it was of great meaning, but you wanted less pressure that came with it. you naturally got along with fellow coworkers, but you seemed to gel with dazai the most - much to kunikida's dismay. there seemed to be a natural connection between you two, afterall you both were quite similar and very quickly he became a very close friend.

you two could often be found jokingly flirting with another or teasing coworkers or eachother, so much so that the entire agency was very confused on your status with dazai - minus ranpo. but apart from that you had always got along with others in the agency aswell. however there was someone that you got along with much more, chuuya. you ahd met him by pure coincidence when out in public and seemed to hit it off immediately. then you started meeting on purpose, and eventually making it official.

chuuya had never wanted to tell you the true nature of his job and somehow throughout all of your relationship neither of you knew what the other did. rather shamefully lying about it instead, you both knew it was wrong but you didn't want to ruin what you had already - not that it would. and that's how it carried on, one year turning to two and so on.

it was an unfortunate twist of fate for the agency. it was cruel, but currently there was nothing to do at this point apart from try and make it out alive. which was seemingly less and less likely, was there even an escape form the hunting dogs? most of you were injured already and they seemed dead set on actually killing yosano, but all of you were powerless to help. that was until you heard a voice you never thought to hear in a situation like this.

looking up you managed to lock eyes with chuuya. guess secrets out. chuuya was quite stunned to see you so he had let his concerns slip unintentionally spilling an obvious relationship between you two to your co-workers who glance at the two of you in confusion. you felt as if you owed them an explanation after everything. however you did feel quite proud of your man.

osamu dazai ★↷

and again, dazai had heard later on due to his situation. and his initial reaction was one of distaste, how could someone as great as you end up with that slug. but in all fairness maybe eventually he could admit that you two did seem perfect. dazai found it very comical about the whole situation, you not actually knowing who chuuya was to the fact he had saved you. after the whole ordeal blows off, he does send slight threats to chuuya about breaking your heart. also found it very ironic that the 'divine prodigy' was dating a mafia member.

doppo kunikida ★↷

kunikida's first reaction in honesty was anger. why were you associated let alone dating a sworn enemy! but that was quickly overlooked, he had saved you all. that doesn't mean he won't let it go and won't question you to oblivion later. but he does wish maybe you could've told them something, sure it's not anyone's place to pry in your private life but something like this seems to atleast warrant some answers.

akiko yosano ★↷

admittedly, yosano was in quite a daze after everything happening so fast and yet she still didn't care who you were dating. maybe it could've not been a mafia member, but if he made you happy then that's what mattered. she did appreciate that he had saved them, and would be willing to overlook any mafia issues this one time. although she does think it was a bit dumb that you two never tild eachother your true jobs.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

let's be honest again, he would know around the couple of year mark with chuuya. how? you'd rather not know. but admittedly that did give him some confidence in knowing that the mafia would be more willing to help, atleast chuuya despite not actually knowing eachothers true job. just found it very ironic and quite funny that you both were complete opposites but worked so well together. who would've guessed the 'divine prodigy' would end up with such a high ranking mafia member.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd dazai #bsd kunikida #bsd yosano #bsd ranpo

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rivianaaa · 29 days

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BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARUNO SAKURA!!!!!

(The internet in the province is so shitty and I just came home and god, it's like I failed my duty as a hardcore fan of Sakura on not greeting her 😭)

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

MY GIRL IS SO LOOKING PRETTY!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 (Yes I've been eating up those videos on tiktok, what can I say? its my drug)

MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL ON HER ELEMENT!!!!

(Credits to the owners of this fantastic artwork)

Okay, I've got goods. I wanna recommend on how badass she is and everyone should read it. Since you know I'm a whore of KakaSaku, be ready that I'll recommend fics with this pairing.

The Sixth Shadow Created by @thinknicht | ao3 ⇀ Holy fuck, this is my shit. My drug that keeps me alive. Sakura on this fic is so badass. Aside from the freaki-delicious KakaSaku moments, the most favorite thing I like the most on this fic are: ❀ the medical aspect ❀ the political settings in Konoha ❀ the fight scenes ❀ the unreliable narrator tag (please be aware on this tag) ❀ Sakura's compassion (this woman is a mother!!!!!!! someone should put a statue of her at the center of Konoha!) ❀ Sakura's emotional conflict towards Kakashi. (It's not pining. This is the most important point.) I have no words—this fic is so *slowly ascends* Silver Lining Created by @thinknicht | ao3 ⇀ This fic has made me think everything. Like I've daydreamed so much. I thought the Fourth Shinobi War, Kaguya, Naruto and Sasuke, that weirdass cocoon, and also Kakashi and Sakura. Thinkie is truly an enigma, fucking hell, her brain is so good.

The Healing Slugs Sage Created by @justabrazilianwriter | ao3 ⇀ Dimension travel. This is it. AHHHHH!! Do you know how happy I am like *punching in the air* and its' KAKASAKU???? Obito throws Sakura in a different dimension where medical knowledge is so stunted due to the absence of Tsunade's existence. I know Obito cares about Sakura, but I can't help to thank the man of being a matchmaker HAHAHA!

The Idol Created by sassafrassing | ao3 ⇀ Do you know how many times I read this???? Do you how many times I type this title in the search box whenever I open my chrome??? This fic is so glorious. Two broken souls were ready to end their lives, but fate strings them together that blooms for a second chance. Holy shit, I love the scene where Sakura caress Kakashi's hair as he laid down on her lap. AHHHHH!!! I whisper scream when Kakashi decide to go back at the field to save his team and like—AHHHHH!!!

A Four Week Class in Flirting, Seduction, and Bagel Making Created by @goldfishlover73 | ao3 ⇀ Talking about tension and baking, what a dangerous combination lmaooo! I smiled so stupidly when Kakashi watch Sakura as if there is no people in the room—and oh fucking god, the frencchhhhhh!!!

The Fall Created by BelleDayNight | ao3 ⇀ I would like to thank the discord server scarecrows and cherryblossoms for this theme. This fic is so chef's kiss. Fallen angel Kakashi??? And the Dark Kakashi tag???? Perfection 👌

This beautiful AU and Run with the Hares (Hunt with the Hounds) of @brighteuphony ⇀ Let's start with the former which it held my love (because Sakura's hair is so fluffyyyyyy!!!!!!! and she's so badass holy fuck) and Im so hyped on the latter tbh! It only has 1 chapter, but I held my sanity so tight on not to read it for now.

That's all for now. There are lots lots of KakaSaku fics, but these fics has grab me by the throat and read it.

Anyways, happy birthday Haruno Sakura! 💖💖💖🌸🌸🌸🌸

#kakasaku #sakura haruno #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVORITE GIRLLLLL SAKURA HARUNO #kakasaku fic recs

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defiantcurse · 4 months

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just the beginning of something i wrote! i also don’t know if it’s going to break it on its own or if i have to put stuff under the break anyway college au, literature student!dazai & skater!chuuya

His day started like any other, at 11am oversleeping and nearly missing his bus to university for what was probably the dozenth time already that semester. Dazai took a calculated risk by staying up all night to finish his paper but he was never one for mathematics. He could answer the problems but never had the ability to explain how he got his answers. He thanked his lucky stars that he'd already earned his math credits.

It's at this point that he realized he forgot to grab coffee before hopping on the bus and he was going to have to buy an energy drink on campus. He wondered if Kunikida would chastise him about it again or if he could get away with it.

Hopping off the bus he hurried along the sidewalks, not ready for his second semester midterms which were rapidly approaching. It was crunch time and that's why he'd been up so late anyway. Editing his rough draft for a midterm paper.

Fatigue started washing over him as he entered the campus building, beelining for the hallway with the vending machines where it appeared someone was trying to hijack the machine. The redhead stood little more than five feet tall and had his little arm halfway up the machine to get the can that was stuck. Dazai couldn't help the small snicker at the other man's predicament. He also ignored the part of him that admitted he'd do the same thing to get his hands on caffeine.

"Oh sure laugh at me now asshole, what about the drink you came to get for yourself? You can't get it out if this one's stuck," the shrimp said from where he was crouched on the floor.

Dazai leaned in and said, "Well if you would be so nice as to move out of the way I can solve both of our problems."

The man to his credit seemed a little sheepish as he extracted his arm from the vending machine, standing up and stepping back to allow Dazai access. Dazai then grips the top of the vending machine with one hand, the other on the side of it as he swings his hip out and into the machine, successfully dislodging the can inside. Dazai reached down and grabbed the soda, handing it to the surprised redhead.

"See? Good things come to those who wait Chibi,"He said with a shit eating grin.

"Excuse me Chibi? What kind of nickname is that for someone you just met??" The redhead said indignantly.

Dazai puts a hand out and squishes the air atop the other man's head and said, "You're chibi sized! Of course I'm going to call you Chibi!"

"Well if you had cared to ask my NAME is Chuuya, call me that instead. Anything but Chibi."

"Chuuuya~" Dazai rolled his name over his lips like smoke from a dragon's maw, a notable singsong effect to the name. "What a fitting name."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuuya said defiantly, already popping off again.

Dazai's watch buzzed then, letting him know he only had five minutes to make it to class.

"Unfortunately for you, slug, I've got class, catch you later!"

Chuuya's indignant shout of "SLUG?" follows behind him as he runs to not be late to class. As he sits in his seat he realizes he never got caffeine and that this was going to be a long morning in lab with Kunikida.

#skk #soukoku #skk fic #soukoku fic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #my writing

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hoe-for-snape · 7 months

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Crave Severus Snape x Reader

Master list: Chapter 2, chapter 3,

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Chapter 1

This was your final year at Hogwarts and so far it had been pretty plain sailing if you did say so yourself. You were set for straight A's in all your classes and had managed to stay out of trouble with pretty much everyone at Hogwarts.

Even tough you were in Slitherin you didn't stop yourself from being friends with students in the other houses, unlike Draco on the other hand. In particular, you had become the closest of friends with Ron Weasley, you even classed him as a brother, but everyone else liked to believe you were both secretly an item. Which, of course, you weren't.

"Turn to page 394." Snape instructed his Defence against the Dark Arts class, you being a pupil in this lesson. The sound of pages turning filled the other wise silent classroom as the processor walked up and down between the rows of students intimidatingly tall.

"Hey, y/n, what do you think the dungeon bat would do if I cast a spell on him?" Ron whispered and chuckled at you. Snape stopped in his tracks, head turning round slightly in your direction to the back of the classroom.

"Ron, shh, you know he can hear us, right?" Your eyes lifting from your book to Snapes general direction, your voice barely audible.

"Come on, lighten up a bit. It's only a joke." The ginger retracted. "Besides, it would only backfire on me anyway." Ron lifted up his broken wand and gagged recalling what happened the last time he tried that.

"Again? What did you do this time?" You rolled your eyes at the sorry sight of his wand.

"Sat on it, didn't I." He snickered with embarrassment.

"Mr. Weasley, I suggest you focus on the lesson before I make you use that snapped twig of yours. A certain spell containing slugs comes to mind." His monotone voice bellowed through the classroom earning a few laughs from the rest of the class and another gag from your friend. "10 points from Griffindor." Ron and his fellow Griffindors groaned to which Snape sent them a harsh glare.

"Y-yes, professor." The ginger boy sank down in his chair.

"See, told you he could hear." You chuckled, nudging his arm. "And, for the record, if you did use a spell on Snape, you might as well Avada Kedavra yourself." You joked as your gaze fell back to your professor, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth which was barely noticeable and vanished within an instant but you saw it.

Something about Snape pulled you towards him and always had really ever since you began at Hogwarts. A feeling that burned inside and no matter how hard you tried to snuff the flame it would relight burning stronger than before. You couldn't deny his looks which most perceived odd but you found undeniably handsome. But more than that, you always felt that under his hard exterior there was a kinder man, possibly a broken one, you could see the saddens in his eyes. And you craved to touch him and possibly fix the professor who held sorrow behind his stern face.

"Miss, y/l/n," Snape started, "see me after class."

"W-why?" Confusion prominent in your voice as the rest of the class looked between the two of you, equally confused.

"Not another word." Snape spun on his heel facing the front of the classroom leaving nothing but Ron giving you a sympathetic look and you to contemplate what happened for the rest of the lesson.

#harrypotter fanfiction #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #snape community #Severus snape #snape #Severus #severus x reader #snape x reader #Severus snape x reader #jk rowling #magic #crave

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modelbus · 1 year

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Hii!

Could I request Wilbur Soot x reader with Coworkers to lovers + meeting for the first time?

Thank youuu! <3

Let’s just pretend you both work a random office job for the sake of this oneshot :D

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x gn!Reader

Coworkers to Lovers - Meeting for the First Time

“Wait!”

On pure instinct you stick your hand out, holding the elevator. Within seconds a blur of a man nearly slams into the wall behind you, making you jump.

It’s 8 in the fucking morning, you didn’t really have the mental capacity to process things any faster than a slug. Apparently someone else was having a worse morning than you are though.

“Thank you.” He gasps out, giving you a sheepish smile.

With brown hair long enough to fall into his eyes and an actual sense of style, you’re certain you’ve never seen him here before. And considering you work here, that’s definitely saying something.

He couldn’t be a delivery man; he didn’t have any boxes. Just a casual work bag slung over his shoulder. Besides, what delivery man is ever in a rush?

“Of course. Are you new?”

“That obvious?” He laughs. “But yeah. I’m only running slightly late, which is a great start to a great new job.”

That makes a lot of sense. Although you were also actively late, you’d been working here a while. At this point, nobody cared if you showed up a few minutes late or not.

“I spilled coffee on my computer my first day, so it could be worse.” You offer. It was true, you definitely thought you were going to get fired on your first day. You would’ve single-handedly set a world record for the fastest to get fired.

“Don’t jinx me.” His look of despair makes you laugh, but he remains completely serious. “Please, I cannot get fired from another job.”

“Another job?”

He lowers his voice as if you two aren’t alone in the elevator, taking a step closer to you. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m banned from Disney world.”

You let out a startled laugh, “How do you get banned from a children’s theme park?!”

“Shh! I’m trusting you! You can’t tell anyone!”

There’s something charming in the way he talks, as if he’s putting his whole soul into selling this story to you. It’s working because you don’t doubt he’s banned for a second.

“I won’t tell a soul.” You promise, smiling at him.

Finally, someone in this office isn’t completely boring. You actually like this guy. Maybe it’s because he’s the first person to step through the office doors without a pound of cat hair, but you really hope he sticks around.

Before you can ask for his name, the doors of the elevator slide open on your floor. He steps out first but waits for you to join him before going anywhere.

“You work on this floor?” You ask, a bit surprised. The five cat ladies were going to be thrilled.

“I think so?”

“Wow, you sound very confident.”

“Oh! I see you two have already met!” Your spine automatically straightens at your boss’s voice. He doesn’t check in on the office that often, so you know not to fuck anything up when he does. “You can show Wilbur around, he’s the desk next to yours.”

There was a desk next to yours? Jesus, how much had you not been paying attention?

“Of course.” You nod, accepting the responsibility. It wasn’t like there was much to show Wilbur anyways.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” Your boss steps into the elevator you just left, pressing a button and leaving.

“Before you say anything, I know Wilbur is a dumb name.” Wilbur quickly says.

“It isn’t a dumb name.”

Wilbur actually seemed really fitting for him. Now that you know his name, you can’t imagine him as anything else.

“Come on, the desk you’ll die at is this way.”

“Wonderful, I can’t fucking wait.”

#wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur mcyt #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur dsmp #dsmp #dsmp imagine

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shkika · 11 months

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[RECORDED BROADCAST : 1681.662] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, Chasing Wind

CW: Have you had any contact with Five Pebbles recently?

SRS: Not in a long while actually! Unless worrying about him counts.

CW: One of his neighbors, Unparalleled Innocence, sent an overseer to his can and got some images. They were made public in the local group, in an effort to be mean I suppose. There's no other way of putting it he looks awful.

SRS: Tell me.

CW: He's got the rot, very badly. Big cysts have become mobile and are scattering down the west and middle legs. He does listen to you, and few others by now, so you should talk to him.

SRS: I will try to contact him. Does Moon know?

CW: Moon has been unavailable for some time.

[Pending upload to local group records by dispatched Overseer. Unit will enter read only state in 432 cycles.]

UI leaked pebbles rot images in the local group, but suns didn't know until CW told them, which might imply that they are not part of the local group

THIS DISCUSSION IS GOING!! I've gotten a bunch of asks about this along with tags and replies oh my. Just gonna state that Suns to me and in my ask-blog is part of the local group and honestly at this point even if James himself came up to told me I'm wrong I can't change that cause I set it up already ..? SO UHH hm

ANYWAY LET'S RAMBLE!!

I honestly think the strongest pointer to the implication that SRS isn't part of the local group is the fact they didn't know about Pebbles' situation first. So Chasing Wind had to tell them!

I see it! I've always made the assumption they just weren't active in the local group messages (just like how we haven't seen a single word about Innocence in the game even if she's canonically closest to Moon and Pebbles out of the others)

^ Especially, because I assumed this meant that UI spread the information further than just the local group. Which! I don't know!

I don't think my assumption is FULLY baseless, just because of how the approach the conversation with NSH is?

They're being vague about hurting someone. If the chats were in the local group, which NSH has access to, but SRS doesn't it feels so bizarre to me they'd try to vague point at it as if there's any chance NSH wouldn't have already seen. Like what hopes do you have buddy?? The fact that Pebbles has the rot and is in such a terrible condition is like uhm... well yeah.

Still they've never been active in a local group chat and it was through Chasing that they found out about the rot situation so I don't know!

Also a good point!! Once again I read it differently! I thought the "She's very close to Five Pebbles" wasn't a descriptor, but more so a reason on why he's worried about her. "She's close to him (rot infested doofus) and I'm her friend man"

Them not knowing Moon very well isn't too much of evidence for either statement. What they did not understand about Moon is why she wouldn't force Pebbles to stop dead in his tracks and save her life. Which is an extremely valid question, because as his administrator she had the power to do so. NSH is a close friend of hers group or not and explains.

They do still call her Big Sis Moon which is rather weird if you're not part of her local group? Aside also shortening her name to just Moon. (which could be either familiarity or convenience, no solid evidence)

They also got into contact with Five Pebbles VERY soon after he was put online according to SRS themselves which is possible both ways! Just felt more likely if they were part of the local group.

AND SPEARMASTER.

We don't know what "local group" means, but I always assumed, because of the name it partly meant distance.

Iterators are VERY far from each other, usually. Like quite far even local group wise. I assumed that for a slug cat like Spearmaster to have been capable to make the journey to Pebbles and back... and then do the same AGAIN, it meant that SM made a long journey, but one that was like... y'know not from one part of the continent to the other big.

I assume distance plays a role, because in a cream pearls..

The implication is that Local groups held out together the longest.

I can't imagine this poor creature covering a such a massive worth of land on foot..!

SM was given the pearl inside their chest mainly for it to be hidden, but also as an instinct that's true! So they know where to go.

Hunter doesn't have that not because it isn't needed, but because NSH was rushing. As implied by these lines.

NSH was rushing them so much they ended up with the rot, I doubt there was any time left to perfect a homing instinct or do much of anything really. I think NSH is probably closer than SRS (just for poor Hunter's sake honestly), but I don't know by how much really- iterators seem to be built PRETTY far from each other. The only other closest neighbor is UI. Which means NSH is farther than her.

But either way yeah. I've dug info for a WHILE now I can't seem to find any super solid evidence for either. I'm just sharing my interpretation as always. You can headcanon either one of these and call them canon in my book really.

#this feels like an ace attorney case #ask #anonymous #rain world #PHEW ITS LONG #im tired #sahdhdsfjd #im soooo tired #yeah so!!!#go wild go free #the only canonical guys in the local group are moon; pebbles; chasing; nsh; ui #suns is up to you #*faints*#hope i havent misses anything or gotten something terribly wrong oh dearrr #also #suns had multiple overseers at pebbles'#not just one #so like those also had to travel

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 6 months

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seeing you write hermione that way makes me want to request something raunchy. would you ever write her as a sadist who loves being mean to the reader? (girl on girl please?) i feel like hermione always pushes people past their limits and gleefully puts them in their place academically, so it probably would be intensified sexually. and maybe i’m just a sinner for being interested in how magic could play into bdsm and hermione inflicting it

just in case anyone is wondering, this is amazing anon that has inspired my dom!Hermione brainrot

I think mean!Hermione would be so perfect. I am imagining something at the Slug Club Christmas Party where Hermione asks the reader to go as her 'date' and nobody bats an eye because they think it's just two young girls being friendly with each other, and for months now, Cormac McLaggen has been hitting on the reader the same way that he relentlessly did with Hermione in the film (maybe he started out hitting on Hermione, but then she did something that truly scared him off so he moved on to a new target).

also, I am imagining this being an established relationship between Hermione and the reader - they have been dating for a while now, but in secret, because Hermione doesn't like gossip and she doesn't want her sexuality to be in the mouths of all the Hogwarts students - and more importantly, because of her jealous streak, she wants to keep you as a private thing for herself. so when Ron starts dating and relentlessly mouthing on Lavender, Harry thinks that Hermione is acting weird and upset because she's jealous about Ron getting a girlfriend, when in fact, Hermione is pissed off with increasing frequency because Cormac keeps hitting on her girlfriend.

and I imagine that the reader is hyper polite and won't tell Cormac to fuck off, and sometimes she doesn't even realize that the stuff he is doing is hitting on her - because he stands really close or speaks in innuendos, she just thinks that he's being weird. the reader isn't naive, but because she doesn't have an attraction toward men, she can't pick up on his 'advances' at all.

so on the night of the Christmas Party, Hermione expects to take you and have a good time, and she is pleased when you show up in your beautiful dress - but then, Cormac comes around like the shark from jaws. and as soon as Hermione turns her back to talk to Harry about something, she hears Cormac's voice laughing obnoxiously while he's flirting with you, and Hermione sees red. she's already talked to Cormac and threatened him, told him to stay away from you, and he's told her that she 'has no power over you' - which isn't true. and Hermione realizes that if she can't control this petulant man, she can control you.

so this leads to Hermione pulling you off to the side, to a dark corridor just outside the party and forcing you to quiet yourself while she pulls up your dress and spanks you harshly - and this anon ^^ mentions Hermione using magic as a part of punishments, and I definitely want to incorporate that. (I want to say vibrating panties, but I think I can be more creative than that?)

anyway, Hermione sends you back into the party with a sore ass, and she has charmed your panties to do something (vibrate?) consequential every time Cormac speaks to you, so it's up to you to tell him to fuck off properly and make sure that he doesn't speak to you again. and at one point, you snap and end up throwing cake in his face - he gets the point, Hermione laughs, and then she brings you to the Prefects bathroom to remind you who you belong to. with some more spanking and I can definitely see Hermione being obsessed with overstimulation.

anyway - this is the recent brainrot. thank you for planting the seeds, anon <3

#anonymous #sundrop answers #fanfiction #fanfic ideas #hermione granger x you #hermione granger x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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Demogorgon Dinner

pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

genre: follows show plot lines, will diverge (come on, we know at this point)

WC: 8.3K

warnings: cursing, steve’s terrible girl advice, possibly getting eaten by monsters, jonathan being a bad older brother this chapter. that is it!

summary: Demodogs are now a thing. Also someone lives and someone dies.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

series masterlist

thank you to @alecmores for triple checking my work💕

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The three of you have been walking down the old train tracks for over two hours now, throwing chunks of meat onto the ground and listening to the woods. You walked in front of the boys since Steve said, and you quote, “I want to keep an eye on you and the kid,” and he was very insistent on the matter.

So you’ve been zoning out and mindlessly throwing meat, none of you starting a conversation. Not until an hour and a half in and Steve asks Dustin a question, “So, how did you find this thing?”

“Demogorgon,” you added.

“It might be a baby Demogorgon,” Dustin argued.

“Whatever, Demogorgon, baby gorgon, who cares. How did you find one and why did you keep it?”

The crunching of the autumn leaves beneath everyone’s feet filled the silent void as you and Steve waited for Dustin to give his answer. You can tell he was hesitating in his reply.

“I found it in my trash when I came home on Halloween. And I kept it…because of a girl,” he rushed the last bit out.

You had to stop in your tracks and turn around at the boy on trial. He halted in his steps when he was close to running into you. A pinch of his brows along with the confused look gracing his face showed he didn’t know why you stopped walking.

“So you’re telling me that you kept a dangerous creature because you thought a girl might be impressed?” You didn’t mean to hold anger in your tone.

Dustin shrunk into himself a bit, “ye-yeah,” he replied in a stutter.

“Dustin, two things. One, you have already been told to not take home wild animals, and two why didn’t you tell anyone, like Hopper for example.”

“To your questions, one: I did tell the party and Max.”

“Who’s Max?” Steve butted in. You also wanted to know, but that wasn’t important right now.

“And two,” he raised his voice, “I didn’t realize what he was at the time, not until he got bigger, and oh yeah! Ate my cat!”

“All right, so, let me get this straight.” Steve’s voice stopped your heated conversation, “you kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress a girl who…who you just met?”

“All right, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.”

You separated yourself from the close distance formed between you and Dustin. The three of you went back to throwing meat and walking, wanting to continue this topic, but needing to get your task done by sunset. Then you remembered Dustin mentioning a girl named Max, and immediately thought of mad max at the arcade.

“Is Max the girl you just met? Also, is she mad max from the arcade?” “What’s a mad max?” “Someone at the arcade who beat all of Dustin’s high scores.”

Dustin huffed, “yes, Max is mad max.”

“Ah, so you like a girl who’s better at games,” you joked.

Before Dustin could answer Steve asked your earlier question, “Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?”

“An interdimensional slug? Because it’s awesome.”

“It’s not Dustin,” you argued.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I…I just…” Steve sighed, “I don’t know. I just feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

You took a glance over your shoulder and smiled at the sight before you, Dustin and Steve standing beside each other. Steve trying to help Dustin with his girl problems, it’s like they were suddenly friends.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin muttered.

‘God, you wanted to run your fingers through those strands one day’

“It’s not about the hair, man.”

“Oh, then do tell us the actual reason you score girls, Harrington,” you teased.

“The key, Byers, with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?” Dustin was confused, you were too.

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.”

You had to stop this before Dustin got the wrong idea, “oh, so ignoring girls is your advice?”

“That’s not- no not ignoring just not caring.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, then what?”

“You just wait until, uh….until you feel it.”

You were seriously contemplating throwing meat at Steve’s face right now.

“Feel what?” Dustin inquired.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh…electricity, you know?”

“Steve, what the hell are you trying to implant into Dustin?”

“What, I’m just trying-”

“So, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-” Dustin was using science as his guide.

Steve stopped him, “no, no, no, no, no. Like a… Like a sexual electricity. You feel that and then make your move.”

You stopped walking at this point, completely flabbergasted by what Steve was ‘teaching’ Dustin, “Steve, you can’t tell a thirteen-year-old about ‘sexual electricity’.”

“So, that’s when you kiss her?”

You threw your hands at Dustin after his question, “My point proven. He’s gonna do something stupid because of your terrible advice.” You turned to Dustin as he was quiet during your rant, “Dustin, don’t ignore girls.” “I didn’t say-” you cut Steve off with a hand to his face.

“Don’t ignore or act like you don’t care. Girls don’t like that. Show genuine interest in her, in things she likes. Try and make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world.”

“Okay, sure, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a…I don’t know, like a lion.” Steve was going back to his way of advice to Dustin, it just made you roll your eyes and went back to walking and throwing meat. “But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a…like a ninja.”

“What type is Nancy?”

Your blood ran cold. Wishing you could run further down the tracks away from the boys, or regret leaving your cassette player at home, you could be listening to ABBA right now! But, no. You were stuck listening to the boy you like talk about his girl- sorry, ex-girlfriend, to give Dustin terrible dating advice.

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.”

The twist to the knife was hard. Like the hand was taunting you, playing sick games so when it unexpectedly twisted and dug deeper, it would steal the breath from your lungs.

You pretend to not hear their whispers, you didn’t want to talk anyway. So you just threw cubes of meat beside you and zoned out, trying to think of a happy memory or remember how one of the million songs you love started.

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

“But this girl’s special, too, you know. It’s just, like, something about her. Kinda like (Y/n).”

Your ears perked at your name, but you showed no sign that you caught it. You wished that Steve said something similar to how he described Nancy, but he didn’t.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.”

“What?”

A look over your shoulder showed they stopped walking and were just facing each other now. You walked a bit further, close enough where you could faintly hear their voices still, but enough space for you.

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” “What, (Y/n), ha, no,” you blushed at the nervous tone lacing Dustin’s words.

“What, no doofus, this new girl…Max.”

“Oh, uh, no. No,” he still seemed hesitant in his words.

“Okay, good. Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.”

You could hear the tiny infliction of hurt, how Steve is quietly telling you and Dustin that he fell deeply in love with Nancy, and all he got back in return, instead of an I love you, was his heart broken by her silence and drunken words.

You turned to look at the duo, Dustin with his head down and Steve who was looking at different points of contact. He would be looking at the ground or he would tilt his head to sneak a glance at Dustin’s quiet face, or he would end up making eye contact with you as you waited for them to catch up to you.

You saw him lick his lips and seemed hesitant in saying something, but spoke anyway, “Fabergé.”

“What?” Dustin asked for the two of you.

Steve pointed a gloved hand at his hair, “It’s Fabergé Organics,” an amused smile appeared upon your lips.

“Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair’s damp…it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp…”

“Damp.”

Bemused by the new topic and Steve now being serious about his hair products and routine, along with Dustin listening to his instructions, you let the earlier conversations slip from your mind.

“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

You had to hide the snort that left your nose, “Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin’s voice filled with amusement.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?” Steve was pointing a finger at him while he was holding meat.

“What about (Y/n)? She’s also here and probably heard this whole conversation.”

You stayed forward, not wanting to be involved.

“I know (Y/n) can keep secrets. So, do you understand? You blab and you’re dead.”

“Fine, okay. I won’t tell.”

And you heard their feet moving again, pieces of meat falling onto the tracks and dead leaves.

“Farrah Fawcett, really?” You had to ask.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, she’s hot.”

“Yeah,” Dustin replied.

You turned back around and had to give it to Steve.

‘Yeah, she’s hot’

…

It was now probably five in the afternoon when your trio arrived at the abandoned junkyard. Steve pulled his black ray bans from his backpack, sliding them on to protect his eyes, and then, suddenly, a second pair came into your field of vision. You looked at Steve with a confused brow and he waved them.

“I had an extra pair in the glove compartment.”

A silent thank you passed when you took the glasses and slid them onto your nose bridge. You turned to Steve, a smile adorning his lips. “They look good.”

“I’ll try not to steal them.”

“Nah, you can have them.”

It’s stupid how your heart thumps during this simple conversation about ray bans.

“If you two can pay attention,” Dustin’s voice interrupted. You can tell Steve rolled his eyes under the dark lenses.

“This is a good spot, Dustin,” you clapped his shoulder in excitement.

“Yeah, this is pretty good. This will do just fine,” Steve agreed as he walked off.

You could see the wide grin on Dustin’s face when Steve called out, “Good call dude.”

“Aw, does someone like having an older male friend in their life?” You poked a finger into Dustin’s sides.

He squirmed away from you and swatted your hand away, “Stop being weird,” and he followed after Steve.

A giggle escaped your lips and you just shook your head at Dustin’s display. Seeing Steve and Dustin interacting made you happy, but it was like a bucket of cold water was splashed over your head Carrie style. You don’t know where Will or Jonathan are at this moment, they could be at home now worrying about you, or they could still be out there not thinking about how scared and anxious they are making you. You wished you had a phone or something, but Dustin has his…

“Dustin!” You shouted.

Their two heads shot up when you called for Dustin, your figure running down the slope with the bucket of meat in one hand and the wind brushing the loose strands of hair off your face. Steve stood up from the ground where he and Dustin threw the rest of their meat, his hands coming out to brace your incoming speed.

“Woah, what’s the sudden rush?”

You ignored him, only pushing the bucket into his chest, “Dustin, you have your walkie, right?”

He points at the antenna sticking above his head, “Duh, you think I’m wearing this as a statement?”

You backhanded his shoulder, “Dude, shut up. I need to borrow it.”

“Why?” “ ‘Cause no one was home when we left-” “Wait, Steve spent the night?” a teasing glint to his voice and eyes.

Now Steve smacked him upside the head, “Shut up, dingus.”

“Anyway! There wasn’t anyone home this morning and I wanted to check in, maybe Jonathan got back after we left.”

“Dude, give her the damn walkie.” “Alright! Geez.”

He unplugged the antenna and headset and handed it over with a huff. You didn’t need to tune it.

“Will? Mom? Anyone home?” There was silence on the other side.

You stepped away from the boys wanting a bit of privacy in case those annoying tears appeared.

“Jonathan? Jonathan, are you home? Anyone, please just answer.”

Again no one spoke and just when you were about to walk back to Dustin it crackled to life, “(Y/n). It’s Jonathan.”

A sigh of relief passed, and you pressed the walkie into your chest as a silent thank you to whomever.

“Oh, thank god. Jonathan, where the hell have you been?”

“I’ll explain later. Where’s mom and Will?”

“They’re not there?” “No, only Bob’s car when we pulled in.”

“Who’s ‘we’, Jonathan,” you noted.

It went dead for almost a minute, you thought the battery suddenly died out on you.

“Uh, it’s me and…Nancy.”

A hand came up to your forehead and rubbed at your temples. While you were worried about Will and Hopper for the past two days, the reason Jonathan left so earlier on Friday was because of Nancy. She had Steve whipped around her finger and already Jonathan is being threaded. You’re not angry at either of them, just really annoyed at this moment.

“Okay, well since you’ve been gone, Will had an episode. So, if he and mom aren’t home you might want to check the lab.”

“Okay, and where are you?” “None of your business.” “(Y/n), come on.”

“I’ll be home late, over and out.” And with that, you turned the walkie off.

You stomped over to Steve and Dustin, your face probably giving off how you felt after the conversation because you noticed the look exchanged between the two, “You okay?” Steve questioned.

“Never better,” a grit to your words.

Steve reached out a hand and before it could touch your arm or wherever it was gonna land, a far-off voice called out.

“I said medium-well!”

Everyone wiped their heads in search of the voice. You were greeted by the sight of Lucas and a new girl beside him. Lucas sent a wave and you happily threw one back in greeting and the duo walked over to your group.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked Dustin.

Dustin not giving a reply the both of you looked at him, and the look on his face broke a piece of your heart. You knew that look on his face, knew the emotions running through his mind and heart. It’s something you saw in the mirror every day, it’s the hurt you felt every time you saw Steve and Nancy together, the two of them happy and infatuated with each other. It’s something you saw in Jonathan’s eyes and sometimes Will’s. It was the look of your heart breaking slowly.

“Okay, right now we need to set up a base inside that bus. So, we need to forfeit it to withstand damage,” and Steve clapped his hands together.

He walked off and pulled the yellow gloves off, pulled the redhead with him, and pointed out stuff, probably giving her instructions. Dustin grabbed Lucas by the arm and dragged him off behind a red car. Throwing off the gloves and dropping them near a pile of trash you walked to Steve and asked what you should do.

“Uh, try to find big pieces of sheet metal to cover the bus.”

A nod of your head and you were off looking for the needed supplies. Walking around the junkyard you found multiple things of sheet metal and dragged them back to the bus. You even found an ax that was in good condition so you left it by the bus as a reminder to grab it.

You and the redhead met at the bus, each with a new sheet of metal.

“I’m (Y/n), Byers. You might have met my little brother, Will.”

“Yeah, we’ve met. I’m Max, Mayfield.”

“Uh, would you happen to be related to Billy Hargrove?” you were just a bit curious since you remember her leaving his car a few days ago.

“He’s- he’s my stepbrother,” she seemed to hate this fact.

A thudding sound resonated throughout the trash, you looked up and saw Steve standing at the trunk of the red car, both Lucas and Dustin standing to look at him. He threw an arm out and pointed in your general direction, probably telling the boys off for not helping. You looked at Max and she was also paying attention before walking off.

And so with an hour and a half left of sunlight, the five of you went to work on setting everything up and ready for the coming danger to come tonight.

…

Once the bus was set up, the meat bait and a line of gasoline ready to go, everyone huddled into the ruined bus. It went Lucas, Max, Dustin, you and then Steve coming behind and shutting the door shut.

Everyone went to different spots inside, you sat near the back and leaned against the side of the bus with your legs stretched in front of you, Max sat behind the ladder and stared at everyone, Steve sat in the middle and flicked the lighter on and off. Dustin was pacing a bit and Lucas went to the roof to stake out the darkened junkyard.

“So, you really fought one of these things before? Both of you?”

You understand where Max is coming from. Moving to a new town and these kids try telling you that a small town like Hawkins is the complete opposite of your ideal image, that an evil lab held experiments and opened a gate to an Upside Down version of your town where interdimensional monsters run around. And that a kid didn’t go missing in the woods, he was on the run for a week trying to stay alive and make it home. You wouldn’t believe them either if you hadn’t experienced it firsthand.

“Yeah, but it was a big Demogorgon, and it was in my house.”

She looked perplexed at the casual air you gave that statement. All Steve did was nod his head and flicked the lighter closed.

“And you’re, like, totally, one hundred percent sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear.”

“Dustin, dude.” You weren’t sure what this sudden attitude towards Max was, but it was pissing you off.

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.” You and Max both shared similar looks of disbelief and shock at this attitude. Max just scoffed at him and got up from her seat, “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” And she headed up the ladder to join Lucas.

Steve let out a breathy laugh at the display, “That’s good. Just show her you don’t care.”

“Steve, this is why you shouldn’t give that crappy advice. It just pissed her off.”

Dustin stopped his pacing, “I don’t,” he said to Steve.

Steve turned to look at Dustin, “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.”

“Steve, did you really pull all those girls?” You taunted.

He whipped his head so fast at the question, “Are you insinuating I didn’t?”

“Wow, big word,” a snarky Dustin comment.

You ignored him, “I’m just saying, how were you able to get girls if you ignored them, pretended you didn’t care about them or their interest? It’s a shitty move.” Speaking from a similar experience.

The early days of high school where boys would talk to you at your locker, a charming smile tricking you into their little games being played behind your back. Getting ready for a date someone wanted to take you on, and when you got to wherever they took you, whether it be Lovers Lake, Skull Rock for a ‘picnic’, or a drive-in, they always wanted the same thing. To win a prize and humiliate you. They never got the prize, but you always got humiliated.

“Look I- I didn’t mean for it to sound…”

“Dude you’re just digging yourself into a grave,” Dustin muttered.

You pulled yourself deeper into the bus, trying to curl yourself into a ball at this moment, “Girls want to feel loved, we want to feel appreciated by that special person. Someone who wholeheartedly, and genuinely shows their devoted interest in you. We don’t want to feel like a trophy to be won and then thrown away, life already makes us feel that way,” you whispered in the last part.

“(Y/n)-” Steve’s voice was cut off by the sound of growling from outside.

You jumped to look out the window, Dustin and Steve copying. All you could see was a thick fog covering the junkyard floor.

“You see him?” Dustin asked.

“No,” both you and Steve answered.

“Lucas, what’s going on?” Dustin screamed into the roof.

Lucas told him to hold on and it was quiet for the next minute. The growling coming back telling you it was out there, but just hiding.

“I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!” Lucas yells.

You tried looking in the general direction of ten o’clock, but all you saw was fog and trashed cars. You should probably look into glasses soon.

“I don’t-”

“There,” Steve cut you off.

You left your area of the bus and joined the boys, leaning your right side into Steve’s to try and look for Dart. You could barely make out his shadowed figure.

“What’s he doing?” Dustin inquired.

“I don’t know,” Steve stated. “He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?”

“Maybe he’s sick of cow?” You nervously joke.

Steve backed away from the window, you turned your attention away from Dart and focused on Steve who seemed to be thinking through a stupid plan. Dustin turned around as well, Steve looking between the both of you before turning away and towards the front of the bus.

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin urged.

“Steve-”

He turned around and threw the lighter at you, “Just get ready.”

“What? Steve, no, please. Please don’t-” you pleaded with him.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.” And he left the bus.

You and Dustin rushed back to the windows of the bus, watching as Steve slowly walked further into the lion’s den with only a nail-studded bat as protection. He swung the bat low, parting the fog layer. His back was hunched over a bit and his head was whipping all around, trying to keep a close eye on any movement. As he got further in he raised the bat at shoulder level, his steps still slow, waiting for any action. He let out a low whistle to alert Dart of his presence since he wasn’t taking the meat anymore.

“What’s he doing?” Max questioned as she came down the ladder.

“Expanding the menu.” You smacked Dustin’s shoulder, “That’s not funny.” Now the three of you watched as he stood right in front of the meat pile, his feet constantly moving. The bat held steady in front of him, keeping his defense up.

“He’s insane.”

“He’s awesome.” “No, he’s insane and stupid for going alone,” so you smacked the lighter into Dustin’s chest and grabbed your new ax.

“Seriously?” “Just be ready,” you mirrored Steve’s words.

As you exited the bus you kept an eye out, not knowing if Dart was the only one here tonight. And your question was answered when Lucas shouted, “Steve, watch out! Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

And sure enough, there were not one, but two new Demogorgons stalking closer to Steve. You walked a bit closer to be near Steve, not wanting him to be their dinner.

“Steve! Abort! Abort!” Dustin cried from the open bus.

“Steve!” You yelled.

He turned around at you and Dustin shouting for him then turned back to Dart just as he rushed forward along with one of the others. He rolled out of the way in time, falling onto the hood of a nearby car and landing on his feet, able to hit one of the creatures.

“Steve, run!” “Steve, hurry!” They continued to shout.

You swung at one of the three animals that were close to you, trying to keep a distance from the both of you as you ran back to the bus. Steve grabbed your hand as he ran by and pulled you with him, the two of you having to outrun the four-legged animals. Steve pushed you into the open doors first then came in behind and Dustin shut the doors, a Demogorgon running into it.

“Shit!” Lucas and Dustin wailed.

“Are they rabid or something?”

Steve pulled some metal from the front window to reinforce the door.

“They can’t get in! They can’t!” “You think we don’t know that Lucas!” You shrieked.

Now all of them were throwing themselves against the bus, shaking it around like an earthquake. You all screamed in terror, Steve keeping his feet against the metal on the door. You gripped Steve’s arm then suddenly one of them got through the door. You reached for your ax as Steve started to hammer at it with his bat, the kids rushing to the back. Dustin began to call for backup again, “Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone!”

“I don’t think God’s gonna help us!” You babbled.

“We’re at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!”

Steve kept batting at the door, their claws seeping into the cracks. They left a dent in the back from their impact. You looked up at the roof when you started hearing the metal bending from the weight. Max was standing right under an opening and started to scream. You threw her out of the way and saw it, a Demogorgon looking into the bus. You held your ax up, ready to defend the kids and yourself, but you didn’t need to. Because suddenly it perked its head up and then ran off.

“What just happened?” Max whispered.

No one had the energy to answer that question. The five of you are just waiting to see if they’ll come back. When it sounded quiet, not a single growl was heard. You all made your way outside the bus. Steve stepped out first, a loud banging sound caught you off guard, “jeez.” He had his bat at the ready and you held the ax low, but neither of you saw anything out there.

“Did Steve scare ‘em off?” Dustin questioned. “No, no way.” He turned to the four of you, “they’re going somewhere.”

It clicked, “the lab.” A tremble to your voice.

…

“You’re positive that was Dart?” “Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt.”

“He was tiny two days ago.”

“Well, he’s molted three times already.”

Dustin and Lucas’ argument lasted for five minutes now, while the five of you walked on the tracks in the direction of the lab.

“Malted?” Steve asked, mispronouncing the word.

“No, molted. He shed his old skin to make room for growth,” you explained.

The sun’s warmth was replaced with the cool night air, along with the goosebump feeling on your arms that something could be watching you in the thick tree line. The two boys walked ahead of everyone, whispering sometimes or loudly voicing their opinion. Steve walked in the middle, his eyes moving between the boys to look at the woods or taking a glance over his shoulder to make sure you and Max were keeping up. Max seemed a bit quieter after the demodog incident earlier, which you fully understand. She kept thinking the four of you were crazy or pulling a bad prank on her, she kept insisting it was just a large animal. But once she saw it directly in front of her, ready to attack and eat her, you knew she came to the full realization.

So, when you all packed up and headed off to the lab, you stayed behind to keep her company.

“Are you… are you okay?” you knew it was a stupid question, but you felt the need to ask.

Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her green Adidas zip-up, hair tucked behind her ears, but falling over her shoulders. She would scuff her sneakers into the dirt and leaves, her shoulders hunched close to her ears. She was very quiet, but you wanted to know what she was thinking, so you would give her time to answer.

“I… You said you fought one before?”

“Uh, yeah. Last year, it kinda destroyed my house a bit. But there was only one at the time and it was full grown. Steve was there too.”

You saw her take a look in the boys' direction, and you do the same. You saw Lucas and Dustin walking side by side and Steve was walking close behind, his head bent forward.

“He was- Steve was courageous tonight and even the first time. Saved my older brother from getting killed,” you added for Max.

She was quiet again, and you waited a bit to see if she would have something to say. When she did, she seemed hesitant in her words.

“How are you- how are you so…calm about this? You almost got attacked, we all almost got hurt. Those things… they wanted to kill us.”

You processed your thoughts for a moment, “I- I think it’s my coping mechanism. I have past trauma about something else, and it’s either I make jokes out of it or I…I choose to be in denial. And I think over the last year… I slowly came to terms with certain things. I still hate all this, I wish it would go away for good, but at least I have people I can go to. Plus I have to protect you kids, always doing stupid shit on your own.” You nudged her shoulder for the last part, a smile gracing her once solemn face.

The two of you went back to walking in silence, well silence of the conversation. The boys and nature-filled in the empty void. Your hands kept a bit of warmth in the back pockets of your jeans, your feet getting colder by the minute.

You thought back on your conversation between you and Jonathan earlier, you regret getting upset at him. He deserves to do his own thing, he had to take care of everyone else and last year was no exception. You just wished he told you, he knows you don’t like being thrown to the wolves, being left to hold the fort without any backup. But that’s something you can’t dwell on any longer, right now you just need to get to the lab and find Will.

“Wait, a cat?”

Suddenly the boys all stopped in their tracks, Steve ahead of everyone with Lucas facing Dustin. You and Max halted to a stop before running into them. Lucas looked confused by whatever was said before, you weren’t paying close attention to their conversations.

“Dart ate a cat?” Oh, Steve might have said something.

“No, what? No,” Dustin was doing a bad job of saving face.

“What are you talking about? He ate Mews.”

You and Max were both confused, “Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max questioned. “It’s Dustin’s cat,” Steve confirmed.

You turned to Dustin just as he turned to look at Steve, “Your cat’s name was Mews?” “Steve!” Dustin shouted at his friend.

Lucas shoved at Dustin’s shoulder in anger, “I knew it! You kept him!”

“No!” Dustin shouted.

“No?”

“No, I…No, I…” you, Steve, and Max were watching the two boys, Dustin failing to think of something.

He finally gave up, “He missed me. He wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit!” Lucas blurted, and you saw Steve barely flinch at the word.

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon, okay?”

“Oh, so now you admit it?” “Guys, who cares?” Max voiced, “we have to go.”

“I care!” Lucas yelled to Max then faced Dustin, “You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!”

“So did you!” Now Dustin was yelling at Lucas.

“What?”

You stole a glance at Steve, he was exasperated by this whole conversation, and honestly, you were getting there as well. Then suddenly Dustin shined his flashlight directly into Max’s face.

“Dude,” you threw a hand out to drop the light.

“You told a stranger the truth!”

She scoffed at his remark, “a stranger?”

“You wanted to tell her, too!” Lucas commented.

“Yeah, but I didn’t, Lucas, okay? I didn’t tell her!”

Then suddenly you could hear screeching in the distance, Steve hearing as well with his head following in your direction. The kid's argument is drowned out by the loud rushing of blood passing your eardrums, your heart beating quicker. Steve walked forward a bit, his light shining into the blackout forest. You followed a step behind, a light tremble coming into your hands making the light shake. The sudden weight on your wrist distracted you from the faint screeching and instead focused on the feel and warmth of Steve’s hand circling your wrist.

“Guys?” Steve tried to call the kids.

They kept yelling at each other, to focus on their conversation. You kept your eyes forward while Steve twisted to face them and yelled out for them again, this time louder, “Guys!”

Their talking stopped and another wave of screeching could be heard. Your breathing was picking up, worried for your family if they were inside the lab right now. You started to flick at your nails with the hand that was held in Steve’s grasp.

“Hey,” his voice was quiet, only for you.

You didn’t turn your head, wanting to keep an eye on the forest, scared of any tricks it could play when you were caught off guard. Your fingers stopped flicking at your nails when Steve’s hand slid from your wrist, slotting his fingers between yours. Your breath caught in your throat, and the pressure of a squeeze from him released it. You wanted to look at him but didn’t dare.

He began walking forward, further into the woods, his grasp pulling you behind him. Then the kids followed, but you could hear Max protesting. The four of you, the horror movie protagonist that walks toward the suspicious noise, you’ll either die or make it to the final act.

…

Your group trekked through the woods, your feet slipping in the wet spots at times, but Steve’s hold on your hand saved you from eating dirt. He held your hand the whole time, you could feel the kids' eyes watching, but you ignored them. You wanted to savor this moment for however long it was gonna last. When the five of you reached a clearing that looked over most of Hawkins, Steve slipped his hand free, you already missed the warmth and comfort.

Everything was completely dark and a little fog covered most of your view. Only the distant yellow color of lights allowed you to see where a building was located.

“I don’t see him,” Dustin mentioned.

“It’s dark, Dustin, obviously you can’t see him,” you mouthed.

Lucas pulled his binoculars up to his eyes and scanned the area.

“Can you see the lab?” You asked him.

It took a moment, but then he answered, “Yeah, and it looks to be completely dark.” “Dark? What- What do you mean dark?”

“I mean, there isn’t a single light on. It might be a blackout.”

You spared Steve a look, “I don’t like that, they could be on lockdown because of something.” You wrung your hands together. “(Y/n), everything is fine,” Steve was trying to comfort you, “I’m sure it’s nothing. We’ll head that way and check it out, okay?”

You glance in the general area where the lab was located then back to your group, Max looking at you and Steve while Dustin and Lucas look at each other and then to you. So, you nodded your head and started to walk off back into the woods, the other four following just behind you.

…

“(Y/n)!” His voice called out, you ignored it.

“(Y/n)!” His voice was closer this time, but you still ignored him and continued forward.

‘You needed to get to the lab.’ ‘You had to make sure your family was safe.’ ‘If Hopper, Bob, and Mike were in there as well, you needed to make sure they came out alive.’ ‘You can’t lose anyone, you can’t lose anyone, you can’t-’

“(Y/n),” his hand grasped your wrist again and brought you to a halt.

Steve pulled you into his bubble, the arm he held was close to his chest and in between your two bodies. The tip of your shoes brushed against his in the breath of space separating the two of you. You had tilted your head up just a bit to look at Steve, his taller figure looming over you. His eyes were peering into yours, it felt invasive as if he was trying to search your very mind, but also it was comforting to know he cared enough to worry about you in this instance.

“I know you’re worried about Will and anyone else at the lab, but we need to be careful,” he sighed, “I gotta keep you and the three morons safe.”

You held a fixed gaze on him, noting the pained look slapped across his face. His eyes watching you, zooming over your face, almost in an intimate way. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Steve loosened the hold on your wrist and dropped it free. He used that hand to push it through his hair, a nervous gesture you’ve picked up.

“I- I can’t have another person get killed because of my stupidity,” his hand slapped his outer thigh.

Your heart crushed at the crack in his words. He thought Barb died because of him.

“Steve…Barb didn’t die because of you.”

“Yeah, well… if I didn’t take Nancy up to my room, maybe she would have left with Barb. I- I just…”

You stopped him, a hand automatically caressing his cheek. You just crossed one of your boundaries, but at this moment you didn’t care. Steve needed to know.

“Steve, none of this is your fault, it’s not even Nancy’s fault either. We didn’t know about the Demogorgon yet, how would you have known something this evil was lurking in your backyard?”

He tried to look away from you, you threw another hand and now Steve’s face was being gently held between your two. You need to make sure he gets your message.

“Steve, I want you to listen closely,” his eyes were pleading with your own, “you are not responsible for Barbara’s death, no matter what anyone says, you didn’t kill her. The Demogorgon killed her. And sadly we weren’t able to save her in time.”

“But if I-“

“No, Steve. Just stop, okay, just stop for a moment.”

You slid your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulder and finally, they settled on his upper arms.

“Steve Harrington, you may have been a douchebag that only wanted to get into Nancy’s-“

He scoffed, “Byers.”

“But! But, you are not that type of person anymore. You were helping Dustin with his little problem before I came along, you’re spending a perfectly fine Saturday with me and three kids walking around in the woods on the hunt for baby monsters.”

He chuckled at the sentiment, “I wanted to hang out with you, but I wasn’t expecting we would be doing this.”

You gave a breathy laugh, “Yeah, me either.”

“Look what I’m trying to say, but failing at it is, sometimes these certain events happen no matter what, just so they would lead to a fixed outcome. Maybe even if Barbara didn’t come to your house that night with Nancy, someone else could have gotten killed, or there could be many other scenarios,” your hands flapping around in the air. “The point is, it’s in the past now, and it’s something we can’t change, we can only learn from our mistakes and walk forward.”

You stood with your fist against your hips and legs spread out a bit, it was like a knock-off superhero pose you were giving, for whatever reason. You expected to hear Steve say something along the lines of, “that was good advice” “thank you for getting that information through my thick skull” “(Y/n) Byers, I’m madly-” But all you got from him was the delicate sound of his giggles.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?” Your head tilts in question.

He held a hand to cover his mouth, a finger resting just under his nose, “Ah, it’s- it’s nothing.” “No, come on. You were so quiet just a few seconds ago, now you are giggling about something. Was it my little speech, are you making fun of me?”

He rushed to correct you, “No, no, no. It wasn’t- Thank you for the little pep talk. I appreciated it,” he held his hands out. “It’s just… I remember you used to do that little pose in elementary school,” he pointed a finger to indicate what he meant.

“Oh,” you slouched from the pose, “my mom…she uh- she used to call me her little Wonder Woman, and that was her signature pose. I saw it as a way for me to be her. I imagined I was Wonder Woman, someone who was strong, can hold her own, and protected people from monsters.”

You looked at your feet and whispered, “I’m my family’s Wonder Woman.”

You peeked over at Steve as the both of you went walking again, you talking and he was just silent, his shoulders skimming against your own. His eyes were turned down to the floor, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, wind sweeping through his hair, and his lips held a quaint smile on them.

“Yeah, I- I remember one time,” he was chuckling at the memory, “there was one time at school when- I believe it was Sharon Halloway, she shoved James Barnes in the chest and he fell straight on his ass.”

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny!” “No, I know. But after she shoved him, I saw you, small little (Y/n) Byers storming over to the scene of the crime, standing tall and protective, striking your pose to protect James.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks because you now remember that memory and also how it ended, “Yeah, but do you also remember how Sharon shoved at my shoulder and I pushed her a bit too hard, also I might have slapped her…” Steve turned his eyes on you, “I had really bad anger problems when I was younger,” you tried to play off.

The two of you walked in silence and it was comforting.

Then Steve nudged your shoulder, “So if you’re Wonder Woman, who am I?”

You looked quizzically at him, “What do you mean?”

“Well, does she have a sidekick or something?”

You pointed a finger at him, “Steve, you may think it’s ‘nerdy’ to like comics, but I will make you read some, mark my words.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Uh, but to answer your question, there is a guy in the comics who helps her.” “And,” he pushed forward.

“Steve Trevor, he’s a fighter pilot,” ‘and a love interest’, but that’s something you won’t add.

Steve grinned at the character, “I think that’s perfect for me.”

“Yeah, completely,” you replied in a lovesick haze.

Again silence filled your bubble for a while.

And then you heard Lucas shout out from somewhere in the dark, “Guys! We’re here!” And the kids walked a bit faster, making you and Steve pick up speed to put yourselves first.

…

You and Steve shined your torches that illuminated a path that led to the road of the lab. As you were getting closer to the clearing you could hear someone shouting, you couldn’t make out what they were saying or if they were even shouting in your direction. Just as you were out of the forest, Steve was in front with the bat in his hands and you were a step behind with your ax in hand as well, Steve stopped in an abrupt halt causing Dustin to slam into your back making you trip over your feet and scramble to grab Steve for support.

“Christ, Dustin.” “Steve? (Y/n)?” The two mystery voices screeched.

You looked away from Dustin and faced the voices of Nancy and Jonathan.

“Nancy?” Steve asked while walking forward.

“Jonathan?” Dustin questioned.

“What are you doing here?” Nancy asked while marching forward.

“What are you doing here?” Steve retorted as your group headed toward them. “We’re looking for Mike and Will, and (Y/n) said they might be at the lab,” Nancy answered.

You felt eyes on you and you took that opportunity to grab Jonathan by his arm and yank him away from your group. You needed to talk with him anyway.

“(Y/n), why are you with Steve?” You scoffed at Jonathan’s tone, “No, you don’t get to ask questions. Especially if they involve Steve.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “What I want to know is where the hell have you been for the past two days? And why are you doing who knows what with Nancy?” You demanded an answer from him.

He rubbed a hand over his face, “(Y/n), it’s something I can’t talk about right now-” “Oh! Oh, how convenient!” “(Y/n)!” Jonathan all but yelled out your name, “what I want to know right now is why the gates to the lab are closed and why Will is inside.” He threw his arms at the closed gate where his car was stationed in front and the blacked-out lab.

Just before you could say anything the loud sound of screeching could be heard from a close distance. You turned towards your group and they were also looking at the lab, they heard the noises as well. The two of you rushed to the others, Jonathan falling beside Nancy and you beside Steve. Everyone was talking over the other, Dustin trying to explain the situation, Lucas butting in, Max providing unnecessary information. It was too much for you at the moment.

You had to step away from the noise, cover your ears, close your eyes, and hum a song to yourself to not think for just a moment. Voices were too loud, your heart was thumping too hard, your eyes were stinging, and your breathing was both harsh and quick-paced.

It wasn’t until a hand squeezing your shoulder pulled your eyes open and hands away from your ears. You saw Nancy standing beside you, a concerned pull to her brows and worry swimming in her eyes.

“You okay?” Her voice was a whisper.

You rubbed your hands over your face, “ah, just- just overwhelmed.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded at your answer. You looked away from her and at that moment you saw the lights of the lab turn on, floor by floor, the lab had lights again.

“That power’s back,” you muttered, then you turned to the group and said louder, “the power’s back!”

The six of you rushed to the guard's box, Jonathan rushing into it and pushing against the buttons. Everyone else was watching the gate, waiting for it to open. Nothing was happening.

“Let me try,” Dustin sounded impatient, you understood.

The two scuffled a bit, Dustin yelling at Jonathan and then him yelling at the buttons for not opening the gate at his touch. You started to hop on the tips of your toes, needing the stupid gate to open already so they could escape.

After what felt like hours to your racing mind, but was probably only two minutes in real-time, the gate finally opened. You exhaled a sigh of relief and headed to Jonathan’s car before he stopped you.

“What the-” “Just wait here.”

“What? No, I-” “(Y/n)! Just wait!” And with that Jonathan and Nancy hopped in his car and drove into the lion’s den.

You watched in disbelief as his headlights disappeared the further they went. Jonathan just pushed you to the side, but let Nancy go with him. Both your brothers were there and your mom, why couldn’t you go with them?

“Don’t take it personally,” Steve's voiced.

You scoffed, “Don’t- don’t take it personally? Steve, my mom, and my brother are in there. Along with Bob and possibly Hopper, those are people I care about. So I am gonna take it a bit personally when my own brother won’t let me go with them.”

Steve sighed, “(Y/n), he just wants to protect you.”

Again, you scoffed at the statement, “Little late for that,” you muttered.

Before Steve could say anything else, you saw headlights barreling towards the gate and then a horn honking repeatedly. Steve pulled you out the way and you saw the kids running as well to avoid becoming bowling pins. You saw Jonathan’s car rush past without stopping and then you saw Hopper’s truck pull up, you were so relieved at the sight. He stopped the car and waved at the five of you.

“Let’s go.” And Steve reached for the door.

He handed Max the bat and she went in first, then Lucas, and finally Dustin who you handed your ax to. There wasn’t any more room in the back so Steve hopped in the front seat first before pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms tight around your waist as your seatbelt.

With everyone in, Hopper put the car into drive and sped down the dark road like a bat out of hell.

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