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⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!reader

Chapter summery: right as you were making progress Henry's crazy ass friends have to ruin it.

Word count: 3,161

Estimated reading time: 14 mins

A/N: thank you for being patient with me

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Chapter 7

That stupid fucking bandaid

WA! WA! WA! WA!

You smacked your alarm clock off the bedside table with a groan. You didn’t want to get up. Your bed was so warm and cozy. Who the fuck even told the sun it was allowed to come up? They should fall into a hole to rot while maggots feast on their ears.. You groan and throw the covers off you. It was Friday. The school decided not to have the first week of school be an actual full week so students could get back to being used to school. You wake up killer and take him downstairs to feed him before you get ready. To your shock, Kevin was awake and at the kitchen counter drinking his coffee. He was never a morning person so seeing him awake this early was a treat. You nod him a ‘hello’ before getting the bag of killers food. As you are bending down to pour the food in the bowl, Kevin starts to talk.

“I heard you with someone last night.” He states.

You stiffen.

“Hmm?” Is the best reply you can give.

“After you were in the kitchen last night I heard 2 sets of footsteps go up the stairs, and I know it wasn’t the dog.” He blows on his coffee before taking another sip. He’s not angry. Just curious. “Who was it?” He asks.

You finish with the bag of food and put it up. “I don’t wanna tell you” you say softly. You know Kevin doesn't care for the Bowers after telling you to not only stay away from that pig cop but also Henry and his friends. Kevin’s eyes soften and he sets down his cup.

“You don’t have to tell me, as long as you promise that you were safe.”

“I can pinky promise” you giggle.

“Good,” he gives you a short hug. “Now go get ready. I’m taking you to school today.”

You beam. “Really!?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah I got some errands to do for the shop, I’ll drop you off then pick you up and we can buy you some shit for school.”

You run up the stairs to get ready and he laughs. You brush your teeth and hair, put on your minimal makeup then get dressed. Because you wouldn’t be riding your bike today and it was still a little chilly, you put on a blue and green, flower designed, long bell sleeve top that ties in the front. For bottoms you paired the top with a long ankle length white skirt. You left your hair down and added some jewelry to feel sparkly. You threw on your shoes, got your bag and ran downstairs practically leaping off the last few to get to the bottom floor faster. Kevin who was waiting by the door guffawed at your theatrics and opens the front door for you. Today killer would be staying home because of the errands Kevin had to do. If you could take killer to school with you, you would.

You arrive to the school a few minutes later than you usually do which means everyone was also getting there. You saw where the losers were and pointed to them.

“Those are my friends. Right over there.”

He looks at them as he pulls up to the front.

“Why not invite them to the shop after school Monday? I’ll buy some food and y’all can hang out?” He proposed.

You feel giddy again. “I’d love that.” You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the truck. You pull up your skirt a little a jog to the losers. Kevin speeds away in his truck, passing the entering trans am full of teenage boys as he exits the school parking lot. Belch notices him.

“What the fuck is that weird dude from the record shop doing in the school lot?” Belch wonders.

Patrick laughs“Ohh~ didn’t you hear. Him and his little assistant are” he thrusts his hips. “Involved.” They all laugh. Well. All but Henry. They don’t know about you like he does.

“Shut the fuck up” Henry growls.

The gang didn’t know what the fuck was up today. They knew his old man was probably pissed about the knife. And after Butch “got on him” about shit like that Henry was always in a bad mood, but this morning was different. He was irritated at everything, everyone said.

The gang pulls into the lot and get out. As they exit they take a Quick Look around. Patrick is the one to notice you talking to the losers by the front.

“Ohoho boys, why did no one tell us the new hottie was friends with the freaks?”

Henry immediately looks up to where Patrick is facing. And sure enough, there you are plain as day. You're laughing at something one of those freaks said and have your hand on your stomach. He didn’t tell the guys he saw you in the woods. He just said he went after Beverly and she got away. Now there was no hiding you from them, from him. He wasn’t going to change his behavior to the group because of you. If you were in it, you were gonna get the same treatment, no exceptions. That was, at least around others. Henry was in control of people by fear. If he was suddenly nice to the losers, no one would fear his as much as they should. Henry was dangerous, and it’s better if everyone knew that right out of the gate so they didn’t get themselves killed. You knew it, you just, for some reason…. Pushed it aside. That’s what confuses him.

You and the losers walked inside as the bell rung and went your separate ways. You saunter into Chem class and take your seat. Leaving the window seat for Henry. He went through the ringer last night. The least you can do is give him his seat. Henry walks in with that signature sour look on his face. He glances at you before sitting down in his seat. The teacher turns off the lights and begins to project a video onto the projector screen.

A few moments into the video you look at Henry. His eyes are out the window, you take something out of your bag and slide it over to him. He looks down at the table to see a brand new bruise cream and 2 more of that stupid fucking band aid. He looks at you but your eyes are on the screen. He takes the bandages and cream and stuff them in his pocket.

You still have a black eye. He feels a little bad about it. Even with a big ass bruise on your eye you look so pretty. He can’t believe you are so kind to him. He wonders what the fuck your motive is?

Class dismissed and you wave Henry a small goodbye and leave. Classes from then on were just plain old boring.

The lunch bell rings and you get your of class. As you exit you run into Mike. You had no idea his class was right beside yours. You go to him and lock arms, as you walk with him the 2 of you discuss this new video game he’s playing. It sounds like a genuinely fun game. At one point Mike says something funny and you can’t help but laugh. You were always like like with friends. You held their hands, you hugged them, maybe depending on the person you kissed them on the cheek. Why be friends with someone if you couldn’t be close? So far the losers didn’t seem to mind.

As you laugh at what Mike said you pass the Bowers gang. To be honest you really didn’t even see them. Henry and Belch were leaned up agains lockers as you passed while Patrick and Vic stood in front of them.

Patrick whistles at you and you turn, Mike keeps walking. He knows better.

“Hey pretty girl. Why not take a ride with me tonight? I’ll give you the time of your night.” He holds up a v with his fingers to his mouth and begins moving his tongue between it.

You cringe at him and give a fake ass smile.

“No thanks man. I appreciate the offer but I like my men mentally stable and preferably bathed” you blow him a kiss and jog to catch up with Mike, who looks like he’s trying to become invisible.

Patrick frowned at your retreating body while the boys laughed at him. Henry sure as fuck didn’t like what Patrick said. But it looks as though you can handle yourself in a verbal back and fourth with the psycho.

Patrick turns to the group and hits Belch upside the head for laughing.

“Did you fuckers see that? She was walking around with that fucking crack baby?!” Patrick pouts. He’s trying to egg Henry on. He knows for a fact that Henry hates Mike more than any of those other freaks. “She was walking with her arm in his! The bitch was all fuckibg over him” Patrick continues.

It worked.

Henry growled and hit his hand on the locked before pushing off it to walk outside. The gang follows him, So ready to have some fun.

They march through the front doors and look around. They see all of you riding your bikes toward the bridge. He focused on you. You were on the back of mikes bike. With your arms around his waist. Where the fuck was your bike? He stomps toward the parking lot and the boys sprint to follow. The gang piled into the trans am and Henry lit up a cigarette as belch pulled out of the spot and tried to exit the lot.

You were currently having the time of your life. All of you were laughing and swerving the streets like birds. Mike let you hitch a ride with him because he actually had back pegs and a longer seat. The group of you were giggling your heads off at nothing in particular when you hear a loud sound. The sound of an engine. The sound of an engine coming right at you.

You look behind you and yell in fear.

“BOWERS!!!”

All the other losers look behind them and try their hardest to speed out of the way before the trans am could hit them. Lucky for them. They were aiming for you. Not just you. Mostly Mike , you were just a 20 point bonus.

They swerve to try and hit you causing Mike to also swerve in fear and drop the bike. Both you and Mike fall and look up at the boys in the car. Henry stood out of the windoe and flicked his cigarette at the pair of you.

“STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING TOWN!!” He screamed before getting back in the care and speeding off. As they sped you could hear them laugh as they kicked up dust. You and Mike cough and hack while he stands to offer you a hand. You gladly take it and rise. The others run over to you.

“Are you guys okay?” Ben asks worriedly.

“Of fucking course they aren’t. Henry just tried to kill them. Then he dusted them with this poison mixed with homeless men’s possessions” Eddie replied before you could while he took a puff of his inhaler.

He was in fact always this on edge.

You dust yourself off and get ahold of your coughing.

“I’m fine” Mike says. “Are you?”

“Yeah…yeah I think so.” You tried to dust off your skirt but for now it was a lost cause. You’d have to wash it to get all the grime off. What a shame. You felt really pretty in this skirt too.

What was that about? You knew you and Henry wouldn’t be besties but you thought he would at least not try to kill you? He was so confusing. There must be something wrong with that boy. He didn’t seem to mind you in class and now he was yelling at you to “get out of his town”? What the fuck does that even mean? You didn’t know that what he yelled wasn’t for you. It was for Mike, it just so happened that you were hit with the cigarette making it seem directed at you. You weren’t burned though. Thank god.

You really didn’t know how much more of this you could take. This boys mood swings were too much.

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You wide mouth yawn and rub the tiredness out of your eyes. You swear, schools purposefully make the last class of the day the most boring. They want you to sleep and fail. Those heartless school administrative heathens!

You stand up to leave class as school is dismissed and see Richie, Eddie and Bill walking out of the parallel classroom. You run up to catch them. You walk next to Eddie and join the conversation. They nod you hello and continue speaking.

Eddie continues talking. “So there's like this church full of Jews right? And Stan has to take this super jewie test.”

Ah. They were talking about Stan’s late bar mitzvah. Stan’s dad was the Jewish priest or something. Crazy how he didn’t get it at 13. I guess his family pushed it aside until now. On his 16th birthday.

“But how’s it work?” Bill asks confused

Eddie raises his hands and answers “they slice the tip of his dick off.”

You snort. You wonder how Stanley will handle his Brit Milah at such a grown age. That’s gonna suck for him.

Richie comments, “but then Stan’ll have nothing left!” He looks at you, as if for you to agree.

“Wow what a real knee slapper, Rich. Really. So funny I forgot to laugh” you reply.

“So which is it doofus? A knee slapper or so funny you forgot to laugh? Can’t be both moron.” He shoots back at you in that signature Richie way.

“Hey guys wait up!” Stan yells before running up behind Bill and Eddie.

Curiosity takes over Bill and he finally asks Stan, “So Stan…w-w-what happens at bar mitzvah anyways? Eddie says they slice the tip of your d-d-d-dick off.”

You all turn a corner down a hallway towards the entrance.

“Yeah and I think the rabbi’s gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say “where’s the beef?!’” Richie remarks and all of you laugh. Stanley explains to y’all that he reads from the Torah, does a big speech, and ba-bam he’s officially a man.

“I could think of way funner things to do to become a man.” Richie says.

“Yeah. Like Eddie's mom.” You snort.

“Heyo!!” Richie shouts before reaching above everyone to high five you.

You all pass the Bowers gang in the exact spot they were for lunch and the boys all keep their heads down. You. On the other hand, were so disgustingly stubborn and refuse to bow your head. You walked with your fucking head up. If they didn’t like it they could suck your metaphorical dick.

After you pass them Richie turns to y’all. “Think they’ll give me todays notes?” He jokes. You think if he even approached them they’d whoop his ass.

You all turn again and go down the stairs. You walk with the boys to meet with the others and pick up their bikes. After retrieving their bikes you all walk to the front.

“How are you getting home with no bike today?” Ben asks sweetly.

“ Kevin is pickin me up today.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” Stanly meekly pauses. “Is he like.. your dad or something?”

“No. He’s just Kevin.” You laugh.

They all look at you funny. Clearly wanting more details. You huff.

“We were friends growing up, I had some issues back home and he allowed me to come and stay with him. End of story. There’s not much to it.”

“You're so lucky you get to live with a friend though. It must be a lot of fun.” Beverly smiles sadly.

‘Wonder what’s up with that?’ You think as you look at her sad face.

Unexpectedly Ben’s phone rings. Blasting a 1 direction song. Beverly told you he was a boy band fanatic. Now you really see what she means. You and Beverly look at each other while the song blasts. You take her hand and the 2 of you begin dancing like children and giggling your heads off. You 2 laugh while singing the lyrics and hopping around while the boys laugh and watch.

“Baby you light up my world like nobody else.

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

You both jump and flip your hair to the song.. well… kinda flip it. More like frantically headbanging while laughing.

And when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell,

You don’t know-oh-oh! You don’t know your beautiful”

Ben’s face is a bright red from embarrassment but Beverly winks at him as the 2 of you goof around and now he’s pink for a completely different reason.

While the pair of you danced, neither of you knew of the group of boys watching you from the steps of the school.

Patrick whistles. “Would you look at that?” He gestured to you and Beverly. “Now there's a pair I wouldn’t Mind getting between. A hot girl sandwich sounds like my kinda night” he chuckled.

Henry’s resting bitch face was ever present as he watched you dance. He hated Patrick’s comments about you, but that didn’t mean he disagreed. He was a teenage boy. Nothing he could do about it. Nevertheless, whether he agreed or not, the comments themselves soured the fuck out of his mood. You were the “hot new ass” in town. And Henry was no better than any other man with a wandering eye.

You didn’t find yourself particularly gorgeous. You were pretty of course, but if you had to think of someone gorgeous, you’d pick Beverly. That’s why she was bullied by other girls. She was beautiful. Every boy wanted her. And you could see why. You truly believed that standing next to Beverly dimmed your light. Standing next to her on the street, boys would always look to her before you. At least that’s what you believed. You were by no means ugly. Quite the opposite actually. You just had a bad problem with comparing yourself to her. You loved but also envied her. You feel that if you weren’t the new girl no one would be anywhere near as interested in you as they were.

Now if you told all that to Henry, He’d think that’s just plain not true. He would never tell you how beautiful he thought you were and how much he loved your eyes, mouth, and skin, and smell. He was confused with what he thought of you. You pissed him off and he didn’t want to be friends or anything other than a dude you sit next to in class, but he also felt relaxed around you and could not deny that you were an attractive girl. But just because you find someone attractive doesn't mean you have to like them in any way.

Right?

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@amber-sekio update!♥️

I rate the silly 10/10 in cuteness points

Sadly I have no good pictures of my dogs as puppies as 1 was already past the tiny puppy stage when we got her and the other one has a mostly black coat beside her paw tips so she just looks like a small lump of void lmao

Imagine, a reader who despite preferring cats, gets Chuuya a puppy for his birthday

I just want to see Chuuya happy, he's been through too much

Guess who left it in the drafts and completely forgot about it...

Also the reader reminds me of dazai bc dosen't he prefer cats too??

Chuuya stared at the small, squirming bundle of fur in his arms, mouth slightly agape. The puppy—no larger than a loaf of bread—tilted its head, its floppy ears twitching as if equally perplexed by the turn of events.

"You got me a dog?" Chuuya finally asked, his voice unreadable.

You lounged lazily on the couch, arms draped over the backrest, watching his reaction with amusement. "What, were you expecting a cat?" you mused, voice laced with the familiar tease that always got under his skin.

Chuuya scoffed. "No, but you prefer cats."

"Exactly," you replied, as if that explained everything. And to you, maybe it did.

The little dog—tan with white markings—squirmed in Chuuya’s hold before clambering clumsily onto his chest, its tail wagging excitedly. Chuuya, caught between surprise and something suspiciously close to giddiness, instinctively steadied it with gloved hands. The tiny creature looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, then let out an eager yap.

Tch. Annoying. But cute.

Chuuya clicked his tongue but didn’t push it away. "You got this for me?"

"Well, obviously," you sighed, stretching your legs out. "You’re a dog person. It was either this or a hat, and let’s be real—you probably have a secret stash of those somewhere."

Chuuya flushed, opening his mouth to retort before shutting it with a scowl. Damn you. You were insufferable. And yet, as the puppy eagerly licked at his gloved fingers, Chuuya felt his lips twitch upward despite himself.

"...Thanks," he muttered, barely above a whisper.

You grinned, pleased with yourself. "Oh, don’t mention it. Consider it my act of charity for the year."

Chuuya threw a pillow at your face.

The puppy barked happily.

Also take a look at this silly (my dog)

So my sister loves the King Arthur stories and a while ago she showed me a song called Mordred's Lullaby:

And my brain spiraled thinking about bsd while listening to it so now I have a small Au idea

If anyone wants a deeper dive into this mini-Au, I'm more than happy to expand on it

I also have another, more complex and thorough bsd Au that I might post about soon

Soukoku

What if Chuuya is so attached to Dazai because he knows that, if Dazai dies there will be no one in the world who can stop his corruption and the damage it might do to himself and others. So he risks everything he can to save Dazai, even if it risks his own life, because if Dazai dies, the sense of self and humanity Chuuya has will diminish and he'll be lost forever.

We've seen how insane Chuuya's corruption makes him. How he despises doing it, and *yet*, we still see, that when he knew Dazai may be dead (during the fight with Fyodor), it didn't matter. He has a sense of protection over Yokohama, he used his corruption regardless because it was the only thing that could kill the dragon. And even in his corrupted state, he sought out Dazai and fought to save him. It didn't matter if his corruption killed him in the process, because if Dazai was truly dead, Chuuya would die anyway.

Chuuya fought a literal DRAGON to find Dazai. They work so well together and know each other so fucking well, that Chuuya knew, Dazai would most likely have that pill in his mouth. He knew exactly what to do. And even in his corrupted state Chuuya seemed so much more steady when he actually *found* Dazai. Chuuya can recognise Dazai and the safety he provides him, even when he can't control himself.

He literally placed *all bets* on a man he claims to hate. And time and time again he puts his life in Dazai's hands.

Because no matter how much he acts as though he hates the man, his entire life, career, and survival, rests in Dazai's hands. And the trust they have in each other, even on opposing sides, never wavers. Even if they work for organisations which oppose, Dazai and Chuuya are *never* enemies.

I've got like 1k words written for part two of And if you can forgive, love will truly live and I'm not even half way done

Save me ( ；∀；)

Let’s be red and blue and kiss each other <3

Kitty