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botanyshitposts · 5 years ago

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pls explain the news in laymans terms 😭

okay lads buckle up, this is gonna be a long one. the paper is “A phylogenomic analysis of Nepenthes (Nepenthaceae)” from Murphy et al. i’m gonna link it here, and i encourage anyone interested to read it for themselves and draw their own conclusions, but otherwise i’m gonna give an overview as i understand it.

if you do not want to see 394023 words of in-depth carnivorous plant genetics content you should start scrolling now.

so. Nepenthes is a carnivorous plant family colloquially known as ‘asian pitcher plants’ or ‘monkey cups’. it’s one of the largest carnivorous plant families in the world, and without a doubt one of the most diverse, but we’ll get to that in a minute. these plants have pitchers that fill with fluid and digest bugs alive (important note in terms of nep anatomy 101: unlike venus fly traps or sundews, Nepenthes are passive traps and don’t move or curl up or anything, just sit and watch it all unfold). their range has china and korea on the northern edge, the tip of australia on the southern edge, and most of indonesia, the philippines, and most associated landmasses encompassed between. there are a couple outliers, but for the most part these are jungle plants with a vining growth form that weaves through trees and just….eats.

now, putting aside the fact that they’re carnivorous, one of the biggest points of Nepenthes is their diversity as a family. if anyone out there remembers the term ‘adaptive radiation’ from an intro bio class, Nepenthes is THE family of adaptive radiation. in addition to common species that grow everywhere in their range, these lads can be so specialized that there are species you can only find on single specific ridges on single specific mountains on single specific islands; as you can imagine, this makes them especially vulnerable to climate change, habitat destruction, and poachers.

the most obvious point of diversity here is the pitcher traps themselves: there are hundreds of different pitcher morphologies, ranging from special peristome adaptations to bizzare patterns and colorations to the addition of fang-like structures and symbiosis with bats, ants, and rodents. the list goes on. these lads are so specialized it’s unbelievable. one might think that, in terms of figuring out how these different species are related to each other, that it would be pretty obvious, since everything is so distinctive.

but there is a problem.

they fuck.

Nepenthes as a family is established to be one of the oldest carnivorous plant families, but the 200+ species identified over the years are suspected to be the result of very recent (in evolutionary time) modern radiation. one of the most common definitions of what a ‘species’ is that i see circulated is the idea that something is a species when it can no longer breed with another species, but it’s important to realize that this is one definition of what a ‘species’ is. in the case of Nepenthes, the knowledge that a bunch of scientists have decided they are different does not stop them.

it was hoped, with the advent of DNA testing, that maybe we would be able to assemble a semi-full map of how all these species relate to one another and how they came to be (a phylogenetic tree), but as it turns out the lads fuck so much between themselves and other Nepenthes species that figuring out how they became the species they became, even with DNA, is extremely difficult. ‘breeding complexes’ not too different than what i wrote about in the fern sex triangle post a while back are a very nepenthes-esque thing to have happen.

a quote from the paper:

“These uncertainties are not unique to Nepenthes but various factors make them important in this group: the frequency of natural hybrids and apparent lack of intrinsic reproductive barriers between taxa, the extent of intraspecific morphological variation and the reliance by taxonomists on the pitchers.”

in short, these plants have no control. they are not practicing safe sex. they are living lavishly in their own tropical jungle paradise with as much hedonism as a plant can muster as botanists try to connect how one pitcher might be the evolutionary origin of another while somehow all the pitchers are either functionally the same or radically different.

which brings us to this study. when people compare DNA, they’re rarely comparing the entire genome (although that can be done), but rather they identify a set of consistently mutable genes that are present across an entire subsection of life, and look at just those genes at just their locations on various chromosomes. instead of trying to find a couple genes fit to compare plants across the Nepenthes genus, as past studies did, this study took and applied a set of DNA probes developed previously to compare 353 genes present across the entire subkingdom of flowering plants.

as you can imagine, this provides a significantly larger set of data to work with. sure, it’s not perfect and this take will need more research to confirm (basing the entire Nepenthes phylogenetic tree off of a single study is a dangerous game, especially when things are so saucy in the forest), but it’s significantly better than the results past Nepenthes phylogenetic analyses generated, where researchers were able to see some general outlines and attempted to sort the genus into a few groups, but were ultimately unable to see where species themselves split and what their relations to each other were (you know, because of all the sex).

so. this paper:

-obtained samples from 151 different Nepenthes species from different collectors, herbariums, and conservatories. for those familiar with Nepenthes as a hobby, Andreas Wistuba might ring a bell; he contributed some samples from his plants to this study. otherwise, the KEW botanical gardens is more ubiquitously recognized donor.

-for more common species, more samples were taken from different places to account for different populations.

-another quote from the paper that i think is interesting on multiple levels: “We also include two unpublished species, N. sp. Anipahan and N. sp. taminii. The former, from Palawan, is discussed by McPherson (2011) and may be a synonym of N. leonardoi. The latter is an undescribed species from Sumatra that has been circulating amongst Nepenthes growers and resembles N. rhombicaulis but is perhaps distinguished by its leaves. Also sampled here are N. echinostoma Hook. f., a commonly collected plant usually considered a variant of N. mirabilis, and a sample we liken to N. angustifolia Mast., a species usually considered synonymous with N. gracilis.”

i mentioned earlier that previous molecular analyses done by other people were able to see a general outline but weren’t able to see anything more distinct; the results of this paper for the most part confirm these general outlines, which means that if nothing else we have strong support for the relationship the entire Nepenthes family has to other, more closely related plant families, which the paper resolves in this tree:

note that the above tree describes the family’s relation to various other families, followed by ‘Nepenthes clade 1′ and ‘Nepenthes clade 2′. these two clades contain most of the Nepenthes genus sampled; the six species shown in red, according to the results, are considered sister species to the entire rest of the genus, separate from those two clades.

now, what personally gets me the most excited here is the plant they confirmed as being the sister species to that subsection of sister species, effectively making it the outgroup to like, literally everything else: Nepenthes pervillei, from the republic of seychelles.

yeah. you know back at the beginning of this response when i said there were some exceptions to the Nepenthes habitat range? this would be one of those exceptions. the republic of seychelles is off the coast of africa, closer to madagascar than indonesia. to be fair, there are also Nepenthes along the eastern coast of madagascar, but because Nepenthes is so strongly geographically coordinated (this paper goes on to describe clades literally just named after the countries they’re in) this is pretty goddamn cool. this species got cut off in the middle of the ocean and now looks…….like a Nepenthes, but just off enough to be kind of weird (the biggest thing i realized just…staring at pictures of it is that it doesn’t seem to have wings down the front, which to be fair isn’t required of neps but makes it look super naked as a result). forbidden uncanny valley Nepenthes cast from the fuck zone. i love it.

the other main outgroup species (the sister species to all the ‘typical’ asian species, specifically, aka clades 1 and 2) they identified was Nepenthes danseri, which is native to waigeo island in indonesia (that’s in the fuck zone, for those keeping score at home) and, i would argue, has the same kind of thin-peristomed, simple-ribbed kind of look to it that pervillei has, but it definitely looks more traditionally Nepenthes-like.

now, with that, we really get into the meat of their results here. this is the full phylogenetic tree with all tested species laid out according to their results:

i….have no idea if tumblr will let you zoom in on this pic so im just gonna write down some notes.

the color-coded names on the tree to the right match their respective habitats down in the map on the bottom left, which is neat, but it’s also interesting to see how some of these species have apparently been fucking between islands. i know this is gonna be low-res but look at this swath at the top, some of what they’ve identified as being ‘clade 1′ (mostly common, widespread lowland species):

- man………. i mean, first of all i wanna point out the lone bicalcarata branches at the top #representing, having somehow maintained their chastity despite being the sexiest of the Nepenthes.

- hookeriana being the outgroup for ampullaria seems to fit well by adorable chubbiness factor alone.

- one thing that seems weird but not totally out of character is that halfway down in yellow we see mirabilis in multiple populations in yellow, then down from there a little ways we see different mirabilis populations in green and purple and red, all but N. echinostoma and N. orbiculate, which are both outgroups. i knew it was a common species, but for some reason i wasn’t expecting it to be like………that (there’s an entire second section of them in red just below where this screenshot cuts off). like, good for them.

going down the main tree, we get into clade 2, the more specialized highland species, which are always very exciting.

there’s my personal favorite, N. villosa:

not surprised at N. edwardsiana’s relation, because how else would you be able to achieve such absolutely enormous teeth, but N. macrophylla surprises me. it’s got good teeth, but both edwardsiana and villosa are like, TEETH, you know? i guess it makes sense that it split from villosa, though.

moving from that, VERY glad that the littlest known lad, N. argentii, made it on here. i know i’ve talked about argentii on this blog before, as the Nepenthes species that was so tiny the paper describing it’s discovery warned that population counts could be skewed by the plants ‘hiding under bushes’. their tinyness, which kills me every time i look at an image of them, is somehow weird in terms of being related to N. graciliflora, which is…..pretty normal sized. same with N. armin. makes me wonder how the hell they got so tiny.

of course we can’t leave out the group with the largest currently known species, N. attenboroughii. the hilarity of the smallest and largest Nepenthes species being a single clade apart, if not very distantly diversified down their respective evolutionary lines, is not lost on me.

N. palawanensis is a chonker, but i gotta say i wasn’t expecting it to be the sister species to the one and only megachonker, the plant literally famous for its sheer chonk. imagine being that overshadowed by your sibling.

on a more general note– the paper noted this, too –it’s interesting to see how the lowland species seem to be happier about jumping islands and being promiscuous than the highland species, which seem to clump together by location. i guess it’s not surprising, knowing how specialized some of these highland species can be; villosa, for example, is native to a single side of a single mountain, and is positioned so that the populations are hit by cool wind coming up from the sea. still, lowland species need hot and humid environments, and can be just as picky. it’s gotta be a matter of isolation.

anyway, there’s probably more i could talk about here but…man there’s a lot of data. the paper goes in-depth with how they constructed the more problematic branches, and trouble they had with some over others, confirming that we shouldn’t take this phylogenetic tree as 100% correct; things will almost certainly change or become clearer as more research is done, and phylogenetic trees in particular are known for being constructed and reconstructed time and time again.

still though, it’s like…to see these relationships at this resolution for the first time is just really fucking cool, man. this isn’t even all the species. i remember i went to a carnivorous plant conference two years ago now, and there was a lecture by researchers attempting to untangle the phylogeny of Nepenthes and coming up short aside from a low-resolution tree of some of the more major species and the relation of Nepenthes to other families, their science blocked by the sheer feral chadness on display in the tropical jungles encompassing the land between china and australia. like, i really just want to take a moment, as an end note, to appreciate that these plants fucked so much in the past couple million years that it took multiple major advancements in technology and the examination of hundreds of genes just to get an approximate look at the phylogeny. like, that’s an Isoetes level power move and im not over it

#Anonymous #long post #me reading a new nepenthes paper: *sight narrows into a tunnel* *writes for two hours*#nepenthes #carnivorous plants #asks #plont asks

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pseudo-wyrm · 4 years ago

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random thought(s):

so i got a copy of sonic unleashed yesterday and i've been playing the shit out of it

i'm gonna say some stuff about it cuz i want to:

- y'know how when people in 2008 were reviewing this game they were saying that the night stages are really long? i don't really get that, because (and i'm not saying that as some sort of flex) i usually get around 27 minutes or so on most of the night stages i've done so far (although i did get 11 minutes on dragon road which got me my first A rank)

obviously some people have a hard time and take longer and those people are valid but still

- speaking of the night stages, i love em a lot! i feel like they're more fun to play than the day stages (don't kill me for this pls), like don't get me wrong the day stages are great it's just that they're really disorenting and confusing with how fast sonic goes (i will say this game shows truly how fast he can go but like my god)

- i honestly love the townfolk of each country! like obviously they have good character designs that blend well with sonic's style (much better than 06's realistic humans lol) but i also like their dialogue and try to read it all whenever i can (sometimes i forget though...)

like they don't say much of anything, but it gives more life to the places your visiting y'know? doing their small favours is fun too

- i fear no man......but that thing [insert the second bobsled section in holoska day here]......it's scares me

- i love all of the collectibles you can get through out the stages, like i love that shit and it makes me wanna collect em all (same applies for the sun/moon medals)

- i don't really know how to do it yet, but i like chip's reactions and little quips he does every now and then (like i think he reacts to some foods or something idk)

- i like all of the countries a lot! they're all based off real world countries, but they all have their own unique things that make em different, like let's say a delicacy or a treasured artifact or something

- the qte's are actually pretty difficult (for me and my slow ass anyway)

- the ost..........the ost is so good........(actually, today i had a bit of time before my next zoom class so i decided to play for a bit and like when i had to join the zoom class i kinda turned down the volume a bit and like......it was really nice tbh)

this more or less divereged into gushing about the game lol

i think that's all for now, maybe i'll make a part 2 (i'm still on the dark gaia phoenix, cuz i'm having a hard time with that (mostly cuz of the qte's when you attack it) but i'll get to it tomorrow)

#might aswell admit that i kinda hyperfixate on this game quite a bit #it's just..........good #also i made like two sonic oc's that would be apart of this game #cringe? maybe but cringe culture is dead so i do what i want #(plus i love then both to death anyway so)#sonic the hedgehog #sonic unleashed

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spanishskulduggery · 5 years ago

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Hello! My group and I have been studying diligently on zoom every since we’ve been made to go online, but it’s really hard when we’re all struggling and don’t have anyone to turn to. I have a worksheet based off of hypothetical and si clauses. I’m providing what the lesson gives us, and the worksheet as well.

# 8 – A – FRASES HIPOTÉTICAS

⦁ I would run if I had more energy. – Yo correría si yo tendría más energía.

⦁ If they were home, they would *set the table – Si ellos estarían en casa, ellos pondrían la mesa.

⦁ You (inf.) would chat if you could. - Tú con chantajarías si tú puedes.

⦁ If I studied more, I would *know more vocabulary – Si yo estudiara más, yo sabría más vocabulario.

⦁ You (pl.) would *say more if you (pl.) wanted (to). – Ustedes dirían más si Uds. querrían.

⦁ He would propose tonight if he had a job. – Él proponería este noche si él tendría un trabajo.

⦁ If we conserved more energy, we would pay less money. – Si nosotros conservaríamos más energía, nosotros p_________ más dinero.

⦁ They would develop more new technology if they built a bigger lab.- Ellos d_____________ más technología nuevo si ellos c___________ un laboratorio más grande.

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Here is the lesson, and above is the what we’ve been working on. We’ve been using the conditional for pretty much all of them, but looking at our lesson the conditional isn’t really used. What we’re having issues with is figuring out what sentence falls under what category- hypothetical statements about possible events, improbable events, the past, or habitual conditions and actions in the past. I think we know most of these don’t fall under the last two, but deciding between it being a probably or improbably event is an issue too.

Even then, when we think it’s a probable event, it can be conjugated in four different ways, and that confuses us more. I think when it uses words like “would” or “could” my brain thinks it needs to fall under conditional, while future tense uses “will.” Could you possibly explain why these sentences don’t really use conditional, and how to better tell which it could fall under from the sentences given? I guess the textbook is making it a little confusing for me.

Thank you for any help you can give :) I really appreciate it.

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[Response from Spanishskulduggery]

For a minute I was really confused because that was a lot of conditional being used instead of what I thought it would be.

First let me say that you should try not to interpret “could” and “would” literally for Spanish as compared to English. English uses similar conjugations for many different tenses which can be confusing.

Just as a quick example: “I could have helped” is past tense [I would personally use imperfect but preterite wouldn’t be wrong], but “you could help” could potentially be present tense or conditional.

Don’t go based off of how it’s translated for “could” and “would”. It doesn’t help as much as you think it will. Instead, try and focus on the general mood being set up.

But based on what they’re trying to have you do, “could” sounds like they’re using it for poder and then “would” is being used for other verbal conjugations of conditional.

So just for example again:

Podrías hablar. = You could speak. / You would be able to speak.

Hablarías. = You would speak

Second, it sounds like you’re learning conditional and imperfect subjunctive.

These can be boiled down to “if/then” statements.

Typically, the “if” is the contrary to fact statement and/or the hypothetical. “If I had more energy”, “if I studied more”, “if he had a job”

Think about what those “if” statements are… They aren’t actually what the situation is. You’re setting up a hypothetical thing. “If X, then Y”. The X doesn’t exist, it’s not how things actually are. It’s contrary to fact, it’s hypothetical.

In those situations, “if” is imperfect subjunctive. And it’s better translated as “were” for English, but again don’t get too caught up in translation, try thinking about the mood.

For example:

Si fuera a España… = If I were to go to Spain… / If I went to Spain…

Si pudiera… = If I were able to… / If I could…

Si estudiara más… = If I were to study more… / If I studied more…

So take the first sentence…

“If I went to Spain”… the implication is that “I” never went to Spain. That’s hypothetical.

The “then” statement is normally in conditional. It describes what someone “would” do if something “were” to happen.

…viviría en Madrid. = …I would live in Madrid.

…ayudaría. = …I would help.

…sacaría mejores notas. = …I would get better grades.

These are the consequences of the implied hypothetical.

In fact, conditional is often used with deber for the idea of “should’ve”… like debería haber hablado con ella “I should have spoken with her”.

Conditional gets used a lot with “coulda woulda shoulda” type situations.

But be aware that the if/then statements can be in any order, so you have to be careful:

Estarían enojados si te ayudara. = They would be angry if I helped you.

Si te ayudara, estarían enojados. = If I helped you, they’d be angry.

Si dijera la verdad, nadie me creería. = If I told the truth, no one would believe me.

Nadie me creería si dijera la verdad. = No one would believe me if I told the truth.

And just a quick side note about imperfect subjunctive:

There are some words or phrases that could be imperfect subjunctive or could be something else, but it really depends on context.

Most commonly that’s si “if” and aunque which is “even though/although” or “even if” in subjunctive:

Aunque es verdad… = Although it is true… [it is true; indicative]

Aunque sea verdad… = Even if that is true… [contrary to fact; subjunctive]

Aunque fuera verdad… = Even if that were true… [contrary to fact; subjunctive]

And…

Si tienes tiempo… = If you have time… [normal]

Si tengas tiempo… = If you have the time… [polite; subjunctive]

Si tuvieras tiempo… = If you were to have the time… [overly polite; subjunctive]

Although you can use imperfect subjunctive this way it’s not really recommended because it sounds overly deferential.

But you do see it in hypothetical and contrary to fact statements:

Si tuvieras tiempo, me ayudarías. = If you had the time, you’d help me.

In this case, “if you had the time” is hypothetical. It’s implied that the person doesn’t have time, but IF they did THEN they would help.

Now onto the actual worksheet itself: I’m not going to correct every single thing unless you want me to and you can send me an ask or another submission if you’d like letting me know…

But I’m going to point out some things that are either very wrong or are noteworthy. So I’d encourage you to go back over your worksheet now that you have more information

But really look for “if” and “then” statements, I think that will help.

In particular try and examine the sentence and see if the “if” statement could also make sense as a “if it were”, “if they were to have”, “if they were to” something. That’s your biggest clue that they want imperfect subjunctive.

Again, this is difficult for English because we don’t have a clear imperfect subjunctive, and even when we do, we don’t have totally unique conjugations.

Now the worksheet:

#3 I think the word they want is conversar which is why it starts with con but that confused me too. Typically the word used for “to chat” is charlar. The word you’re using I don’t think is a word, but it looks very close to chantajear which is “to blackmail”. So I would say that’s conversarías si pudieras “you would converse if you could”

#4 You got that one completely right; si estudiara, sabría where estudiara is imperfect subjunctive “if I were to study”

#7 conservar would be in imperfect subjunctive though be careful because the nosotros forms have accent marks a lot of the times: conserváramos. The word they want you to use for “pay” is pagar I would bet

#8 The verb they want you to use for “to develop” is probably desarrollar which is regular. And “build” is probably construir which is regular in conditional, but irregular in imperfect subjunctive. Basically construir ends in -uir, and the imperfect subjunctive form for -ir and -er verbs is -iera. They don’t want you to write “construiera” because that looks weird so instead you’d be writing construyera. That pattern happens for oír, leer, destruir and a few others; oyera, leyera, destruyera and it’s not TOTALLY irregular, it’s done for spelling purposes but it does LOOK irregular. And I only say that because I don’t know if they taught you that yet.

#6 The verb is proponer but keep in mind that the same irregularities that apply to the root irregular verbs typically apply to their offshoots. In this case proponer is related to poner so if it’s conditional it’s pondría it would be propondría. You got it right that it was conditional. But if it were imperfect subjunctive [si fuera condicional, sorry I couldn’t stop myself that’s an “if” statement], then it would be pusiera for poner, and propusiera for proponer. This applies to most of the root irregularities… hacer and satisfacer, poner and proponer, venir and convenir. The exception to that is decir where the offshoots conjugate as if they were regular for future and conditional tense. I don’t know why. Irregular decir is normally diría. But bendecir, maldecir, predecir all come out like bendeciría, maldeciría, predeciría. And most annoying is that they’re totally irregular again for imperfect subjunctive: bendijera, maldijera, predijera taking after dijera for decir. It is maddening I’m so sorry but luckily you don’t have to use those verbs that way very often. They are sometimes curveballs that the exams will throw at you for fluency tests though.

Oh! Important side note:

If you look up imperfect subjunctive in Spanish, you’ll probably find two forms. One will be -iera/-ara, and the other will be -iese/-ase

There’s some historical difference there which is not much use to you now

But the important thing is that if you’re in Latin America you’re going to see -iera/-ara more, and in Spain you’d see -iese/-ase for imperfect subjunctive

Si hubiera estado allí… = If I had been there… [Latin America] Si hubiese estado allí… = If I had been there… [Spain]

Si hablara… = If I were to speak… [Latin America] Si hablase… = If I were to speak… [Spain]

Si comeira… = If I were to eat… [Latin America] Si comiese… = if I were to eat… [Spain]

Si viviera… = If I were to live… [Latin America] Si viviese… = If I were to live… [Spain]

Anyway, let me know if you want something else explained or if you’d like me to talk to you more about the answers in depth. I hope this helps, let me know either way.

EDIT: Also I just want to point out that some of this is entirely contextual.

So for example, #2 “If they were home they would set the table”

That all depends on how the context is.

Is it contrary to fact, or is it not?

Let me put it to you this way:

Si estuvieran en casa, pondrían la mesa. = If they were home, they would set the table.

This implies that they ARE NOT home. You’re in a situation where the people are not home, and you’re like “huh that’s weird, I guess they must not be here, because if they WERE, this is what they WOULD DO”

However...

Si estaban en casa, ponían la mesa. = If they were home, they would set the table.

This only makes sense in the context of recalling a memory. You’re saying what someone USED TO DO.

So “Oh, I remember that whenever they were home, they’d set the table and eat together” would all be in imperfect. You’re recounting an event or talking about someone’s habits.

That’s what your worksheet is talking about with habitual practices.

So in your second image:

Iba a la playa. = I would go to the beach.

Iría a la playa. = I would go to the beach.

This is what I meant by English being unhelpful for translations.

The first iba implies it’s something someone did in the past

The iría implies it’s something that hasn’t happened but someone might want to do it in the future, but possibly can’t.

Putting that together like last time:

Iba a la playa cuando tenía tiempo. = I would go to the beach whenever I had time.

Iría a la playa si tuviera tiempo. = I would go to the beach if I had time.

That first sentence is talking about what someone would do in the past

The second implies the person doesn’t have time so they can’t do that, even though they want to.

#Spanish #español #languages #submission #spanishskulduggery

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sleevesareforlosers · 4 years ago

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discussion group!!!

umm i like iridescent top coats over p much any color! but plain colors that i like to paint my nails are black red n pink!

idk if there’s any songs i think everyone should listen to (besides mcr) but songs i would highly recommend atm are go west by liz phair and georgia by phoebe bridgers (yes ik what i’ve said about phoebe bridgers discography but this one is v v good)

usually my eyes skip right down to entrees but depending on the restaurant i may look at the soups (aka if ik they might have my favorite soup i will check that section first) (cream of crab soup ^ delicious)

two pillows!

and my week’s been good! i’m at a workshop in zoom rn for the comic arts forum at scad and maybe. maybe i should be more impressed that yanick paquette is explaining the unique strengths of storytelling through comics vs other mediums but. 🤪 he can only draw one type of Woman™️ and Man™️ and i’m having trouble getting over it (i’m not a superhero comic person everyone else here is and they’re DROOLING over his art and i’m like......yeah the panel design and the thought process behind it is really cool BUT idk how good of an artist someone can be considered if they don’t know how to even draw different cup sizes of skinny woman. yessir mr. multiple-eisners that’s very neat. thanks.)

but seriously i’m having a good time w all the fun panels this week and i’ve had time to relax AND i’m doing a nonfiction comic abt joan of arc for my second to last sequential project this semester so i’ve been having fun working on that and on developing my other comic stuff (sorry i rambled so much i just got excited anyways ily and i hope you’re having a lovely thursday i’m spiritually bringing u starbucks 💕💝)

TASTE!!! iridescent topcoat is so much fun

oooh go west has cool vibes!! i love it. also skfjh i love ur opinions on phoebe bridgers discography. i will be honest tho i know this song is different from motion sickness but also it isnt

ough cream of crab soup sounds SO good!! ive been trying to find a clam chowder i can have for like. two weeks but despite living in a maritime city theres a weird lack of clam chowders around

two pillows!! classic! seepy cozy!

thats cool!!! altho. i see your point its like when my show class prof last year was like ‘this is what your design sketches should look like!!!’ and they were just. it was like slenderman with tits that what all her sketches looked like. body diversity when <3

that really does sound SO cool and joan of arc!!!! our girl joan!!! and having time to relax!! im glad ur having a cool week (and dont apologize for rambling i LOVE hearing u talk!!! its so neat!!! ramble at me all the time pls i love you. and ty for the spiritual starbucks!! its a peach iced tea and its VERY good <3)

#discussion group #im haing a decent thursday i mostly-finished a project thats due sunday #and discussion group has been fun #tho my body is doing Weird things that dont make scientific sense #on a positive note my piercing is finally healing normally #and my tattoo isnt major itchy anymore #so an overall win #ghostxraven

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joaquinwhorres · 7 years ago

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Dangerous (Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader)

Summary: Ever since you were little, people tended to underestimate just how badass you were. You never expected that moving to Hawkins, Indiana would be the thing to convince people that you were more than just a pretty face. Read the sequel. And the final installment.

Request:hello lovely!! first off just wanted to say i love all your stories, they're so well written and just wonderful to read. i was wondering if u would pls be able to write a steve fic and the reader is max's older sister but she's super feminine and always wears really cool outfits that r a bit impractical and steve kind of undermines her because of that but she is actually such a badass and max tries to tell everyone but they dont rly buy it until she idk saves from a demogorgon or?? up to u xxx also ( i just sent u a request about a mayfield!reader) and the idea kind of came to me because i feel like often times badass and strong and independent female characters cant also be feminine and girly you know??? anyway feel free if u want to write it like obvs u dont have to (can u tell i have never requested a fic before lmao) to do whatever i trust u and ur capabilities haha xxxx

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (Friends)

Word Count: 5,005

Author's Note: This one stumped me. I can usually sit down and write in one or two sittings. But I kept coming back and chipping away at this one. Many thanks to @hargroovin for looking over this and making sure it was ready for posting. Hopefully, Sweet Requester, you like it.

Warnings: Language. Some minor violence at the end.

Whenever she was asked about her two daughters, your mother liked to launch into a pair of stories to describe you. At this point, it was almost a performance piece, what with the way she had nailed down the timing and the intonations and the facial expressions she would use at certain points. She had given the monologue so many times that you could clearly visualize it in your head, and pretty soon, you'd be able to take over for her.

She would start with a story about Max.

"Maxine is my youngest. You've probably seen her on her skateboard, zooming around town." (The skateboard was a relatively new addition to the story within the past four years. Before that it was roller skates, and before that she was simply running.)

"She's always been like that–always on the move, can't stay still for more than fifteen seconds. I swear," here your mother would lay a hand over her heart, "she goes by Max because she doesn't want to stick around long enough for the second half of her name." This would be followed by polite laughter and maybe some nodding. "You know, that reminds me of this one story. When Max was about seven and a half months old, she went missing. One morning I came into her room to check in on her since she had usually woken me up by then, and she was gone. I ran back to Jerry and woke him up in a panic, and he said that he had woken up in the middle of the night to check on her but he had put her back in the crib and she was fine. Anyway, we ran out into the hallway calling for her, hoping she would make some sound, and then all of the sudden we heard these little footsteps and I looked up to see Max toddling out of Y/N's room. Seven and a half month's old and she was walking! Independently!" There would be gasps here and some form of "No."

"I swear," your mother would hold up a hand. "She walked straight towards me and threw her little hands up at me to be picked up since I could walk much faster." She would drop her hand and lean back in her seat with a smile. "After that our house constantly looked as if it'd been hit by an earthquake." Your mother and the other person would laugh politely.

"Seems like you've got a little trouble maker on your hands," the person would inevitably say.

"Ohhhh, yes, but Maxine's the least of my problems." Your mother would look at you in your pink dress with white stockings and Mary Janes (or, as you got older, your floral leggings, frilly sweater, and oversized blazer). "Y/N is the dangerous one."

"I'm sure that's not true," the other person would shoot you a smile, pinching a dimpled cheek or tugging on a braid or patting your knee. Then they would cast a dubious look at Max with her mop of wildly curly red hair and consider the fact that she had not been still for a single moment since they entered this conversation with your mother while you sat quietly by her side, legs neatly crossed.

"Don't let her looks deceive you," your mother would shake her head. "Let me tell you about this one time, Y/N was six years old at the time, so that would make Max about two. I had just gotten back from food shopping, and the neighbor who was watching them told me that the girls were playing in Y/N's room and that they had been well behaved and she hadn't heard a peep out of them. Well, of course, it's never a good sign when my girls are quiet, so I beelined straight for Y/N's room. And I found them," at this point she was digging through her purse. Of course, this was for show. The picture was tucked safely away in an inside pocket, and she would produce it with a small, triumphant "Aha!" and hand it to the other person.

In the picture, you and Max were sitting on the floor next to your bed. Next to you, three nail polish containers were pouring out various shades of pink onto the carpet. Your mother's make up bag sat in between you, but it had to have been completely empty as every form of make up, brush, and beauty tool was scattered around the two of you. For your part, you were grinning up at your mother, pink cheeked with bright red lips and what looked like almost a lipstick mustache because of how poorly you applied it. You had smudged heaps of purple eyeshadow onto your eyelids, reaching up to your eyebrows. Pinched between your dark pink and light pink little nails was your mother's mascara wand. Across from you, Max was gaping open mouthed at your mother, her lips a similar bright red, but the entire left side of her face was pink and she had green eyeshadow which was delicately blended in with her fair eyebrows. Except, her right eye had dark black smudges across it from where you tried to apply mascara. In her hair, you had had clipped about a half dozen of your mom's curlers.

Reactions ranged from a simple "Oh my!" and stifled giggle to laughing so hard tears fell from their eyes.

"For the life of me, I don't know how she convinced Max to sit still for that long. Or how either of them the reached my make up bag on top of my dresser," your mother would laugh, taking back the picture and zipping it up into its pockets. "But those are my girls for you."

You may have aged twelve years and moved across the country, but you had to admit, the story was still classic you.

After all, you woke up every day an hour earlier than you had to just so you could do your make up and coax your hair into the perfect side pony. And you needed at least 30 minutes to play around with your wardrobe to make sure you had a unique outfit to wear that day. There were 365 days in a year, and you refused to wear the same exact outfit on any single one of them.

Ok, so at around day 300 you had to start getting creative with what counted as the same and what didn't, but the fact remained that you did not repeat outfits. And it wasn't like you had thirty different shirts or forty pairs of pants. Your wardrobe was reasonable. You just had a knack for pairing things that other people may not have considered and what your mother deemed "a natural talent at accessorizing."

Today for instance, you had tied a neon blue bow into your hair (in addition to your black sequined scrunchy), stacked about thirty five jelly bracelets up your arm, and secured yourself into your clothes with two belts.

You were looking totally glam. You had to be. It was the first day at your new school.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Billy asked looking over at you from his eggs. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off, lifting your spoon to your mouth.

"Why do you care?" Max glared at him over her cereal.

"It's fine, Max," you murmured.

"I have to be seen with you getting out of my car," Billy's lip curled as he looked over at you again. "You should change."

Max opened up her mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"Who needs to change?" your mother asked, lightly, breezing back into the kitchen from the bathroom.

"Billy was worried about his denim on denim look," you looked up at your mom, shooting a brief, tight lipped, smile. "I told him it's very fashion forward."

"I think you all look great." Your mother bent down and kissed your temple. "Thank you," she whispered in your ear. You just shot another tight lipped smile at Billy.

She moved around the table and kissed Max's head. You guess based on Max's scowl what she whispered—be nice.

Your mother continued around the table and stopped behind Billy, hovering for a second. She patted his shoulder lightly, and Billy's whole body tenses up, his knuckles going white on his grip on his fork. Your mother walked away, but Billy didn't relax. He glared over at you.

"You should probably head out soon," your mother advised. "Don't want to be late to your first day."

Billy shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and then shoved away from the table.

"Your plate, Billy," your mother lightly reminded.

Billy paused, plastering on a smile so fake you wouldn't see it on a Barbie. "Sorry, Susan." His words were a wooden sort of cheery. Billy walked back over, scooping his plate up from the table and dropping it in the sink where it let out a loud clattering sound.

Max muttered something under her breath, and you saved yours, settling for rolling your eyes.

"Thank you, Billy," your mother's voice was at a whisper. Your stomach tightened and your fingernails dug into your hand.

Max looked over at you before standing up and stacking your plate on top of hers, gently placing them both onto Billy's, as the front door banged open, Billy walking out to his car.

"Bye Mom," Max said quietly, following Billy out.

"Bye Mom," you echoed, stopping by her and planting a kiss on her cheek before leaving to go to school.

The first thing you noticed about Hawkins High School was all of the jeans.

The second thing you noticed was all of the sweaters.

At least in California there's been a mix of bad fashion. You'd had the kids who insisted on neon spandex. All. The. Time. And the punk kids. And yeah there were also jeans and t-shirts kids, but at least they had cool slogans.

The kids in Hawkins looked at you, casting derisive and surprised looks. You ignored them, searching the halls for cute boys or a girl who was also familiar with the color pink. Whichever came first.

Your eyes landed on an attractive boy. He was tall and relatively well dressed in the grand scheme of Hawkins. For one thing, he was definitely pulling off the sunglasses indoors thing, and his hair. His hair was killer.

"Hi, excuse me," you asked, pitching your voice even higher than normal. It was the unspoken way of signaling that you meant no harm, wouldn't be asking if you had someone else to ask, but yes, you were open to being friends.

"Uh," the boy looked over at you, giving you a once over. "Hi."

"Do you know where Mr. Roth's class is? I'm new and can't quite figure my way out around the school."

"Yeah, it's down by Kramer," the boy said, gesturing vaguely down the hall. You had a sinking feeling you'd chosen an attractive asshole rather than the chivalrous attractive.

"And Kramer is...." you trailed off, your voice rising a little bit, edging closer to the "Danger Tone" as Max called it.

"Down the hall, second left. It's one of the doors on the right hand side," he sighed. He looked over at you as you blinked. "Get any of that?"

You gave him your signature tight lipped smile and nodded. Watching as he widened his eyes and sucked in a breath, shaking his head as he turned away.

You wished you could tell him exactly what you thought of him in that moment. But instead you stood there gaping as he walked away. You wished Max was here. She'd have the words to match your one finger raised high.

You saw the attractive asshole again at lunch. You had squeaked when the lunch lady scooped sludge on your tray, earning looks from everyone in line. The Asshole was a few people ahead of you in line and at your sound had looked back at you. His eyes met yours and he scoffed, rolling his eyes. In the back of your mind a small plan formed to trip next to his seat and spill your sludge all over. But as you watched him walk away and sit next to the one girl who had bothered to be nice to you today and help you catch up in math, you decided to give him a pass.

"What the fuck happened to my car?" Billy asked staring at his Camaro. On the driver's side door was a long thin scratch.

You looked over at it as you walked around to the passenger side door. "Piss someone off already, Billy?" you asked in a sweet voice. His eyes shot to you, his gaze darkening.

"You fuckin' bitch," he growled.

"Every time she's been near this car, it's been right behind you. Don't you think you would have seen her key your car?" Max asked, opening the back seat door and climbing in. You followed suit, both of you slamming your doors shut at the same time.

Billy weighed this and decided he was attentive enough that he would have noticed. He wasn't because he didn't.

He hadn't said one word to you when you got out of his car that morning, walked around the back under the guise of letting Max out, and then took out your house key and run it along the side of the car. How he hadn't heard was beyond you. The mullet must have muffled it. Oh well.

You had decided you did like Hawkins ok. Not as much as your siblings, though. Max seemed to be taking to it fairly well. At first she practically lived at the arcade, but eventually she made friends and even met up with them to go trick or treating. And Billy. Billy had been dubbed the fucking king at that party. It had taken you close to two hours to find any cute boys willing to dance with you. And you had thought your fairy outfit was appropriately sexy meets the Indiana cold. And while word had gotten around that you were a talented kisser and that you had made your debut kissing the popular Todd Collins, you were finally welcomed into a semi-popular group. After several shopping trips and three sleepovers, you convinced your newfound friends of the fun of nail polish and glory of leggings. They had a road ahead of them, but progress.

The most surprising turn was that you and Billy had a common enemy: Steve Harrington. The attractive asshole. Although it was probably more accurate to say that you and Steve had a common antagonist in Billy. Or maybe the boys had a shared distaste of you. Whatever it was, the three of you didn't like each other and you found yourself occasionally admiring the jabs Steve made at Billy's expense and hearing about how Billy had thrown Steve on his ass.

But while you, Max, and Billy had all made friends, none of you expected to hear the doorbell ring on a Friday after school.

As you were currently shut up in your room painting your nails, and Billy was playing macho-man, lifting weights in the front of the house, You elected to have him answer it.

"Max are you getting that, or what?" Billy shouted out. You should have expected as much. You rolled your eyes taking a deep breath in.

"OK!" Max answered, and you breathed out in relief, thankful for your little sister. You still had three nails left.

The doorbell rang again. Five more times.

"I swear to God, Max!" Billy shouted, and you heard Max storm out of her room, and the doorbell stopped.

You had finished up the last of your nails before Max came back in. You could hear a brief exchange between her and Billy before Max slammed back into her room. You got up from your desk chair, slipping out of your room and knocking on Max's door twice before going in.

"Max!" you gasped, looking at your wide-eyed little sister who was half way in her room and half way out the window.

"Y/N!" Max answered in an equally shocked voice. Her eyes darted over your shoulder. "Close the door!" she hissed.

You hurried into the room, pushing the door shut behind you.

"What—Where—" you stuttered, as Max remained frozen. "Get out of the window!" you finally settled. She acquiesced.

"Max?" A boy's voice drifted up through the open window. Max's eyes grew even wider. She looked as if she's just been caught stealing your mother's car keys.

"Who is that Max?" you asked, lowly. You had a sinking feeling you knew as you crossed to the window.

Lucas Sinclair.

His eyes grew as wide as Max's as he looked up at you.

You turned to Max. "You know I'm a sucker for a good romantic cliche, Max, but are you serious right now?"

"It's not romantic," Max mumbled, her face flushing.

"Look, it's a matter of life or death!" Lucas called up.

"Shhhhh," you hissed. "If Billy hears you, we're all in trouble."

"If it's not romantic, why are you sneaking out your window?"

"He said he has proof that there's some sort of alternate dimension and creepy conspiracy in town," Max looked up at you.

You blanched.

"Max!" Lucas cried out, and you both hushed him.

"Look, you are not sneaking out on your own to hunt down conspiracies about alternate dimensions," you shook your head.

"Y/N," Max started, pleading.

"I'm coming with you," you announced. Max lit up.

"No way," Lucas shook his head. You looked down at him and could see it in the way he looked at your neon pink shirt and thick belt with an admittedly clunky belt buckle. You huffed in a breath.

"Please," Max scoffed. "If you're telling the truth, we need my sister. She's the most bad ass person in this town." You shot a half smile at her and she returned it.

"Fine, just come on. We have to go!" This boy was one antsy little sucker.

"Max, go with him. I'll grab my skates."

It was surprisingly easy to sneak out of the house. All you had to do was walk straight out the door and tell him Dana was here and you were going shopping.

He hardly even looked up to notice you were walking out of the house with your backpack on.

It had been slightly harder to keep up with Lucas Sinclair on your way to the mystery destination because that boy could pedal.

The three of you stopped at the top of a hill, leading to a junk yard. Below you saw a small boy with a red, white, and blue hat and…

"Shit," you swore as Lucas called out to his friends. Max looked up at you, and pulled a face as if you were crazy. "It's the asshole," you muttered to her, as she turned back to look with you at Steve Harrington. You descended down the hill, trailing behind Lucas and Max as you came up to the boys. Hat-boy was looking between Lucas and Max with a mixture of shock and disappointment. It was a look you were all too familiar with, and your heart went out to him.

Even if he was hanging out with the likes of Steve Harrington.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, looking at you skeptically. He crossed his arms, and you matched him. You noticed the Hat-boy pulling Lucas away behind a car.

"I'm here to make sure nothing happens to my sister," you bit back.

"What afraid she'll break a nail?" Steve asked with a smug little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Please, only time Y/N's ever broken a nail is when she had to climb out of the window to–" You shot a look at Max, cutting her off.

"That's a story I want to hear more of," Steve encouraged.

"What are we doing here?" you ignored him, casting a look around the junkyard. "And what does it have to do with conspiracies and alternate dimensions."

"Apparently there's a cat-eating space lizard on the loose." Steve's hands moved to his hips as if he was some sort of demented super hero. "And it's up to us to stop it."

You snorted. "Yeah, ok. How do we do that?"

"Pile up as much as you can to fortify the bus," Steve jerked his head towards a large old rusted bus. "Once night comes, hopefully that thing will be lured out to the meat pile, we set it on fire from the safety of the bus, and Hawkins is saved. Easy. Well, except for the heavy lifting."

"I think I can manage." You rolled your eyes, pulling off your skates and exchanging them with the sneakers you had stashed in your backpack.

"Not afraid of getting a little dirt under your nails. Maybe messing up your outfit?" Steve poked, smiling.

You glared up at him from where you were tying your shoes. You stood up, stepping closer to him. "What's your fucking problem?"

Max's eyes widened and she backed up, turning to start the work on the bus.

"No problem," Steve shook his head, holding his hands up defensively.

"Than cut the commentary. I dress well. I like pink. I'm a girl, and I really like being a girl, ok?" Your voice was firmly in the Danger Tone.

"Yeah, I noticed. Everyone in Hawkins High notices you prancing around in your little outfits expecting people to go out of their way to help the princess," Steve scoffed, shaking his head. "It's bullshit," he muttered.

"That accusation is bullshit," you shot back, pulling in deep breaths. They were supposed to calm you. They didn't.

"Oh is it?" Steve asked, stepping closer to you. "You pulled that little stunt on me. First time I met you."

"You think I was—" you stopped yourself, shaking your head. "I was trying to make friends, you dickhead!"

"You know what," Steve made made a sweeping motion with his hands. "Let's just stop talking and work in silence."

"Fine," you bit back.

"Good," he nodded.

You stormed away from Steve, going to hunt down things you could use to fortify the bus. You had only made it a few yards, so you could hear Max perfectly clearly when she walked by Steve and paused next to him:

"Don't make her mad," your sister warned. "She gets dangerous."

You smiled to yourself, and finding a thin but solid looking pipe, you picked it up and stashed it on the bus. Just in case.

The five of you crowded onto the bus as the sun fell, Steve insisting he be the last one on to close and block up the door. Quickly thereafter, Lucas had offered to go up to the bus' roof and keep watch, and after a brief exchange with Dustin (that was Hat-boy's name apparently), in which you had almost stepped in to tell the little sucker off, your sister had gone up to join him. Leaving you alone with Steve Harrington who was flicking a lighter open and closed, and Dustin, who was pouting.

A blood curdling howl echoed outside the bus, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a small squeak.

Steve turned to you, eyebrow raised. "Easy, princess," he said, pushing himself up off the floor and looking out the window. You flicked him off even though both he and Dustin had their noses pressed up against the glass. You walked over to stand next to Dustin, peering out the bus' window.

There was nothing but mist. "This is really creepy," you murmured, and the boys, thankfully, ignored you.

"You see him?"

"No."

You could feel a bitter taste it he back of your throat. The same taste you got in your mouth when your mom sat you down after a particularly bad fight with your dad.

"Lucas, what's going on?" Dustin shouted next to your ear, and you flinched away, shooting him a glare. He probably couldn't see it in the dark.

"Hold on!" Lucas called back down. You waited one second. Two seconds Three– "I've got eyes. 10 o'clock. 10 o'clock!" his voice squeaked.

"There," Steve said, and your eyes followed his gaze.

Out of the mist crept a creature about the size of a dog. And that was where the similarities to any animal you'd ever seen before in your life ended.

It had no face. Just a hole which it inhaled the raw meat into.

The skin was odd, and it seemed more like it should be a frog's skin than a dog's even though it was clearly muscular.

"Eww," you murmured, unable to take your eyes off of it. Steve and Dustin snorted at you.

"What's he doing?" Dustin wondered.

"I don't know," Steve answered. Suddenly you wanted Max right by your side.

"He's not taking the bait. Why's he not taking the bait?" Steve's voice was frustratingly calm, even when his words weren't.

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin posed.

"Maybe the menu's not to his tastes," you joked. And then a thought hit you. Maybe the menu wasn't to his tastes. He ate cat. He ate cow. Maybe he was looking for something less hairy. Less tough. A little prettier. You bent over and picked up Steve's nail ridden bat.

"Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?" Steve asked, turning and grabbing your wrist.

"I'm expanding the menu," you replied, flippantly, attempting to yank your wrist back, but Steve's grip was too strong.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You'll get hurt," Steve pulled the bat from your grasp and released you.

"And what? You won't? Pretty sure neither of us are particularly prepared to go up against some gross space dog."

"It's not a space dog, it's interdimensional," Dustin corrected. Another howl echoed out and Steve looked out of the bus at the dog.

"You're staying here," Steve ordered, "Just, get ready." He tossed the lighter to you and left the bus.

Asshole.

"What's he doing?" Max asked, joining you and Dustin by the window. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Expanding the menu," Dustin murmured, stealing your joke. You shot another glare at him, and this time he had the decency to duck his head.

"Steve! Watch out!" Lucas' voice called from the top of the bus. You heard Steve call back a reply when a movement caught your eye, and your breath caught in your throat.

"3 o'clock! 3 o'clock!" Lucas squeaked out and you noticed as more interdimensional dogs crept closer to Steve. And then one lunged, and you gasped out, pulling away from the window as Steve swung his bat and flung himself over the hood of an old car. Dustin ran to the bus' door, pushing past you and screaming for Steve

"Abort! Abort! Steve, hurry!"

Steve was running back towards the bus and those things were hot on his tail, and even though he was an asshole, you couldn't help but scream for him to "RUN FASTER DICKHEAD!" Steve scrambled back onto the bus, pulling the doors closed, and then you heard glass shattering and you were screaming and Max was screaming. Lucas had climbed back down. You don't remember when that happened, but the three kids huddled by the ladder and away from the door. Good. Something hit the back of the bus, and a mouth snapped in. You pushed the kids out of your way, picking the pipe up from under the seat, and swung it, a nasty crack emitting from where you whacked the thing on the head. It pulled back.

The bus shook and then slowly, heavy footprints echoed down from the roof of the bus. You looked up and saw Max standing their wide-eyed looking up at the gaping hole in your fortifications. You flung yourself forward, scrambling up the ladder, pipe in hand.

"Y/N, no!" Max cried, but Lucas pulled her back, and Steve had just turned his head when you were already halfway up. The dog like creature hovered over you, opening its mouth, and a totally inappropriate thought entered your mind— aside from all of the teeth it looked a little bit like a flower.

"Y/N!" Steve called out to you, but you had already thrust your hand and pipe forward into its mouth and up, and the creature let out a screech as you pulled the pipe back, the end now wet. You shoved it forward again at the creature which was somehow still moving and then another howl echoed out and it turned its head, your pipe knocking into it and shoving the creature back a few steps. It scampered off and you remained, one hand gripping tight to the other and the other still holding the pipe high.

"Holy shit," Dustin swore, looking up at you.

"You took a few shaky steps down the ladder and turned to face the group, lowering the pipe.

"When the hell did you pick up a pipe?" Steve was looking at you wide-eyed, and you shook your head, brushing some hair that had fallen out of your ponytail back behind your ear.

You pushed over to the window and the group parted, letting you go. "We should follow them," you said. "Who knows what'll happen if they're heading into town." There was a general murmuring of assent as the group of you hurried off of the bus. Steve moved to the front of the kids, and you joined him, walking side by side: him walking with his bat sticking out of his backpack, and you with your pipe sticking out of yours.

He looked over to you as you passed the pile of uneaten meat.

"You're kind of a badass, aren't you?" Steve asked, quietly. You smiled at the slight awe in his voice and shrugged a shoulder.

"I told you," Max crossed her arms, smirking. "She's dangerous."

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