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sunderwight · 3 months

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Moshang AU where Airplane transmigrates into a demon NPC from one of the fanservice clans he created, rather than into Shang Qinghua.

So basically, there was a point in time where a lot of PIDW chapters were just Luo Binghe running around propelled by political plots and rebellions from the demon kingdoms, and most of that actually just ended up being Luo Binghe collecting wives with cute animal ears and tails and various abilities that Airplane used all of once and then completely forgot about. They covered the usual bases of the sexy cat girls, sexy fox girls, sexy bunny girls, sexy bird girls with wings, etc, before moving into more, erm, niche animal hybrid demon territory.

Which is all a roundabout way of explaining Cute Hamster Boy Shang Qinghua in his faithful-to-canon clan of Hamster Demons, whose primary skills include cute squeaking noises and digging abilities.

In the process of making his braindead written-in-a-panic-at-3-am "world building" on this front actually function in a real version of the setting, there has got to be a way for the otherwise-unremarkable fanservice demon tribes to actually survive the incredibly hostile environment which Airplane otherwise described, though. Like yeah sure when you're writing a book you can just say in one breath that the demon realms are incredibly brutal and cutthroat, and then in the next that this tribe of bunny girls with no visible skills at self-defense has existed here for thousands of years, but if you actually tried to set that up in some kind of a simulation the bunny girls wouldn't last one year, let alone one thousand.

In that case of Airplane's hamster tribe, their digging skills are so supernaturally prodigious that they are able to construct massive underground fortifications in otherwise hostile terrain. But that still doesn't solve all of their problems, because they still need to acquire food, and for that they mostly do have to go up to the surface. Some of their weakness is mitigated by sheer numbers -- they have a lot of kids to offset the high mortality rate. However, to further increase the survival rates, the hamster demons also try and make contracts with some of the local liege lords or ruling clans whenever they expand into a new territory. In exchange for protection, they send some of their extraneous family members out as servants, to either cement alliances through marriage (that high fertility is helpful and was indeed the crux of Wife #whatever's acquisition in canon) or to work as diggers or even high-level architects.

As the like, twelfth son of the Hamster Demon chieftain, this is Airplane's fate. On the one hand he's highly positioned enough to get an education, and his plot knowledge helps a lot. On the other hand, he's not high enough in the hierarchy to be kept around, so it's either go work for some other clan or else risk his neck doing missions on the hostile and deadly surface. Neither seems great, but Airplane would rather try his luck as a sycophant than a warrior.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on his mood when he thinks about it) when Airplane reaches sixteen years of age, it's around the same time that the Hamster clan's tunnels have expanded towards the Northern Desert. Airplane ends up being part of the "hiii~ pleasedon'tkillus let's be friends~" tribute to Mobei Jun's father.

Mobei Jun's father tosses him to Mobei Jun, so Airplane dutifully latches onto him in order to avoid being eaten by any of the other retainers. Airplane has been educated in various subterranean building skills and is under the impression that he's been given to MBJ in order to build him his own palace or something?

Everyone else assumes that the Hamster demon is a concubine.

Mobei Jun also thinks that's what he's been given, but he's too busy bristling in teenage offense at being given a concubine by his father to actually consider taking Airplane to bed. So when Airplane starts doing other things for him, he just sort of bemusedly lets it happen.

Gradually it becomes apparent that Airplane himself isn't interested in being a concubine. No. Clearly, this Hamster is gunning for future empress of the Northern Desert! How else would one explain all the lengths he's going to not only to win Mobei Jun's favor, but to secure his position and ensure his future rule? The system also wants Airplane to ensure the Abyss plot arc happens in the future, too, which means Airplane helps Mobei Jun win and instigate conflicts against the righteous cultivation sects too.

Obviously, Airplane wants power. Mobei Jun knows that if he gets an heir off of Airplane that will be that, the wily minx will use any children to secure his position, and MBJ is not convinced he could control himself well enough to prevent that sort of eventually. Airplane is fiendishly attractive, and he clearly knows it, and Mobei Jun is not sure if he wants to accept what increasingly seems to be the inevitable. He won't be a ladder for someone else's ambitions! But... as long as Airplane remains loyal to him, he will consider it. Even if Airplane never harbors any true affection for him, and simply considers him a means to an end. If, by the time he ascends the Hamster has not betrayed him or tried to elevate himself by flipping over this uncle's side, or seduced any of his other relatives or any of the highly-placed lords all salivating to steal MBJ's would-be empress, then Mobei Jun will grant his wish and make him the second most powerful demon in the North.

Airplane, meanwhile, just wants a snack and a nap. Maybe if he builds a secure enough fortress and amasses enough of an intelligence network and hoards a few advantages for himself, and figures out how to stop pissing off MBJ, he'll survive long enough to retire. Somehow.

#moshang #svsss #mobei jun #shang qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #scum villain's self saving system #og shang qinghua doesn't factor in I don't think #airplane gets shipped north around when mbj would have run into hhp and rescues him instead

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wonysugar · 4 months

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sorry | yoo jimin

synopsis : her hands were always warm.

pairing : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader

genre : all of us are dead au, angst (i’m sorry), childhood friends to lovers (?), high school au?

tags : zombie apocalypse, spoilers to the show?? it’s better if you watched it, so you get the refs ykyk, flashbacks, the entirety of aespa are in this, only karina is relevant tho

warnings : blood is mentioned, injuries are mentioned, implied dissociating i think, gross zombies, eating humans and stuff, you get it

word count : 2.4k

a/n : this was so self indulgent LOOK I FINISHED THE SHOW TODAY AND I SOBBED I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER💔💔also not proofread uhm looks around if you see any mistakes no you don’t! :]

“y/n, barricade the door.”

you stared at aeri as she yelled from across the classroom, fighting off another braindead zombie, barely winning and almost getting bitten. as a result, ning groaned, gathered up her courage and threw a chair at the walking dead that lunged at her friend. then, she stabbed the being’s neck before it got the chance to get up.

eventually, once she was spared a few moments to inhale and exhale, the japanese girl’s gaze met yours, eyebrows immediately furrowing afterwards.

“what are you staring at— barricade the fucking door, you dumbass?” she yelled, somehow louder this time, before having to stab another zombie in the neck with her pocket knife.

as if snapping out of a trance, you mentally slapped yourself, quickly looked around and rushed to grab the nearest desk, despite struggling to pick it up. then, you pushed it towards the sliding doors of the classroom afterwards. minjeong, the incredibly athletic girl she is, while also having heard the dozens of zombies running towards your location, quickly slid the other door shut and stacked another desk on top of the one you put.

you both reluctantly backed away, glancing at each other as if to seek reassurance from the other’s stare. you both listened closely for the sound of the impact from the zombies hitting the door, then unconsciously sighed from relief when you did hear it.

“thanks, sports girl.” you teased the short girl, snickering when she hit your shoulder playfully (which kinda hurt considering the strength she had, despite being seemingly petite.)

you felt the tension in your body fade away with each breath that was taken, you crumbled to the ground and allowed your body to get rest.

“also,” minjeong turns to look at aeri before addressing her, “you didn’t tell me you knew how to fight, who taught you?”

the girl in question runs her fingers through her hair as she groans, seemingly annoyed by the stupid question, before cheekily smiling, “i guess when you have to fight bitches every once in a while, you end up learning a few things.”

you all laughed, glad to be finally able to breathe and take a break from the constant amount of attacks you’ve endured up until this point.

“wait—“ placed ning before any of you said anything, readjusting her glasses nervously as she stumbled on her words,

“where’s jimin?”

“fuck fuck fuck fuck—“ she mumbled to herself in panic as she ran at full speed through the different hallways of the school, carrying the hard metal rod she found on the ground as a weapon whilst also escaping the army of things chasing after her, occasionally hitting unexpected obstacles left and right as hard as she could.

she felt her legs slightly giving out on her as she sprinted, the numerous injuries on her body bringing her a clear and not at all appreciated disadvantage. in a normal situation? she’d probably be limping and be annoying about it, asking her friends to carry her to class and whatnot,

however, this was a life or death situation, about 15 different zombies were behind her trying to devour her and half of her friends were probably a part of that same pile,

limping and being annoying to her friends wasn’t really an option right now.

“what do you mean she’s still out there???” you shot up, your blood running cold upon hearing that your best friend might’ve ended up being a 5 star course meal for the zombies, “you couldn’t have made sure she was with us before closing the door??”

“i couldn’t have done anything, genius, calling out to her while she’s trying to draw the attention of those fuckers from the other side of the school would just defeat the whole purpose.” sternly said the japanese girl, giving you back the same energy, also panicking for jimin in the process.

you walked back and forth in the room, pacing and trying to figure out where she possibly could have went, eventually groaning and stopping in front of the mean girl again, grabbing her shoulders, “so what?? she’s just dead now?”

“look, y/n, she’s probably just hiding in some classroom safe and sou—“

“i’m going after her. i’ll bring her back, you guys stay here.” you declared, immediately rushing to the backdoor.

“no, y-y/n—“ is what ning said, stuttering, before you bolted out of the classroom at full speed.

“okay well.. she’s definitely dying.” concluded minjeong before getting hit by a worried ning. “don’t say that—“ responded the latter.

“die you stupid fucking bitch diediediedie—“ exclaimed jimin, hitting the zombie that was clinging onto her foot and hissing at her with the same metal rod that she was carrying for what felt like several hours, grunting desperately with each hit, using every fibre of her body to kill it, until all of its blood splattered onto her.

after a while of it being unresponsive, she shakes its hand off of her shoe and watches its lifeless hand hit the ground. then gripping onto her femur injury trying to stop it from abundantly bleeding, shutting her eyes closed in hopes of making it somehow less painful. somebody on the level below her was screaming for their life, so all those braindead whores were away for a while. she was contemplating on how to run if they ever came back faster than expected, now that her brain has actually acknowledged the pain in her limbs, it was gonna be harder.

during that time, jimin couldn’t help but think about you, wondering if she was gonna be able to see you again, wondering if you were even alive. wondering if—

“jimin?”

that was your voice.

she recognized it better than her own.

“y/n.”

she immediately turned her head to look at the source of the noise, not being able to keep her flinch contained upon hearing it. then, upon realizing that you seemed fine, she couldn’t help sighing from relief.

but then she noticed that you were crying.

and you noticed that she was hurt.

rushing towards her, you quickly put your arm under hers for support and help her walk to near safety before the undead figured out you were here. you could think about the rest later, all that mattered was that she was okay.

walking into a seemingly empty classroom, you waited until something potentially jumped at you. after watching out for a couple of seconds, you set jimin down onto the ground carefully as you closed the door behind you. before you could even turn around, the older girl spoke,

“how did you even know where i was?” she asked, still huffing from the sprinting she’s been doing while trying to survive.

“your shoes are covered in blood, footsteps are not hard to follo—“

her nose.

blood.. was dripping from it.

it was bleeding.

her nose was bleeding.

she curiously raised her eyebrow at your sudden change in expression, “what happened? did a zombie scare you or something? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” she giggled.

“j-jimin?”

“what? seriously y/n, you’re scaring me. what is it?” she continued giggling only nervously, this time, in hopes of making you feel better, whatever it was that suddenly got you like this.

“y-your.. your n-nose..” you said, your voice barely above a whisper,

“it’s.. bleeding.”

“oh come on.. tell mee. your secrets are safe with me, i promiseee—” she pleaded with you, making a joking hand rubbing motion as you subtly laughed at her unfunny attempts to try and win you over. you could never let her know that she was funny; her ego would be too flattered.

“we’re in the middle of some sort of a zombie apocalypse and you’re still somehow managing to be annoying.” you joked with her, to which she pouted in response.

“ugh you’re no fun..“

“sorry that i’m trying to survive, jimin??” you said back using a sarcastic tone. she groaned and rolled her eyes before speaking again,

“look y/n, we’re probably gonna die anyway, okay? might as well die knowing everything about the other, don’t you think?” she tried reasoning with you, and yeah, while it did make a little bit of sense why she’d think that way, just in case you did survive, you had a dignity to keep.

you couldn’t just tell her that you’ve had a crush on her ever since you were kids.

“…what?” she said, her voice suddenly matching the volume of yours. blinking at you as her smile drops, distraught from the piece of information you just gave her, you can see a small nervous smile forming again as she approached her hand to her nose. “come on, you can’t make jokes like that they’re not funny at all man—“

red.

was that blood?

no, no, it couldn’t be. of course it wasn’t.

right?

when she looked back up at you, she noticed that you slightly backed away from her, still staring at her with nothing but pure fear in your eyes.

you weren’t scared of her, were you?

why would you be?

“man that doesn’t even taste that bad.” you affirmed, still not done chewing the fresh bibimbap, the taste of the absurd amount of wasabi you put on it not having fully hit you yet. she simply looked at you with hooded eyes, nodding at your claims like they completely made sense. she was patiently waiting for it, she was waiting for you to jolt at the actual taste.

and god was it funny when you did.

“f-fuck?? jimin oh mai fuck— jimin wawer— path me the wawer oh my—“

the sound of her own laughter resonating in the food court, everybody was staring at you two like you were crazy, and it was fortunate you physically weren’t able to laugh.

cause your two laughs mixed together sounded like one incredibly loud laugh, people knew you for it.

“next time, maybe don’t claim to tolerate something spicy when you’ve never even tasted it, got it?” she advised you, digging her hand into her bag as she looked for her water bottle, watching you eagerly nod. at that point? you needed to consume something that wasn’t wasabi.

“y/n i swear i didn’t get bitten i promise you it’s— it’s probably my blood pressure. yeah! m-maybe it’s too high or something i’m— i’m sure running was the c-cause.“

you quickly grabbed her hand as she was still sitting down.

cold.

it was cold.

“why are your hands always so fucking warm all the time? like— it could be -10 degrees celsius outside and your hands would still be warm.. i just don’t get it.” you questioned, holding onto her hand and observing it like it was some sort of rare object that needed to be analyzed.

your hands were always cold, it was no fair.

“maybe it’s just cause i have a really warm heart.” she said in a dramatic manner, naturally making you roll your eyes at her. then, when your eyes went back on her, you noticed something.

“hey jimin?” she hums in response, indicating you to continue, “where’d your name tag go?”

she chuckles, “oh, i was supposed to give it to someone, but then i ended up just losing it somewhere.”

you giggled as a reply, “fucking idiot.”

you choked back tears as she tried justifying herself, backing away further as she eventually got up from her seat on the ground. you heard the bones in her limbs slightly crack in the process, and you know she heard it too,

she just wanted to pretend like she didn’t.

tears rolled down her face as she stumbled on her words and her steps, the struggle to get air in her lungs growing bigger by the second, “y/n i swear— please listen to me i— i’m fine i-i just—”

how did she get infected? she didn’t even get bit.

“i-it’s impossible.” she thought aloud, “i didn’t—“

then she remembered,

the blood that splattered.

the injury on her leg.

fuck.

“jimin.” you whispered, the tears that you were holding back finally dripping down your face as you saw her. her veins slowly popping out as blood came out of her mouth, slightly drooping.

you saw her turn right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do.

you just had to leave her there.

her eyes were bloodshot by this point, and she was fighting back only god knows what to not let her neck crack in front of you. she couldn’t see anything anymore, the only thing she thought to do at that moment, before anything was too late, was to reach into her skirt pocket, grabbing something small, you couldn’t tell what it was. you didn’t know what it was,

until she deployed it onto your palms.

“oh stop it.. not my fault nametags are so small, it’s a pain in the ass trying to find something so tiny, so i kinda just stopped looking for it.” she tried justifying, but you just kept laughing at her.

“who were you even planning to give it to, anyway?” you added, trying not to seem too hurt about her having a crush. you had to be supportive, because jimin wasn’t just the person you loved,

she was also your best friend.

“now you’re doing a little too much.. i’m so obviously not telling you that.”

“w-what are you..?”

yoo jimin.

“m-my nametag. it’s yours n-now.” she said, eyes twitching from the pain she felt, her bones cracking with each movement she made.

what?

her nametag?

what?

“i’m s-sorry i couldn’t— t-tell you sooner.” she stuttered, clutching onto her bloodied up shirt like it was gonna help her feel better. “i p-pussied out.” she giggled, still sobbing.

“sorry.” was the last word she could muster up.

you stared at her.

and she stared at you back, smiling before leaving the room and sliding the door shut behind her.

it all went by so quick.

you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

wasn’t this all just a bad dream?

you were gonna wake up right?

the zombies running, they weren’t running.

the screams in the hallways, they weren’t hers.

they weren’t even real to begin with, right?

the zombies weren’t eating her.

you stared at her bloody nametag, tears falling down onto it.

yoo jimin.

the zombies don’t even exist either, do they?

you made all of it up, right?

right?

“ugh lame.. i’m your best friend, you should be telling me.. booo tomato tomato..”

she laughed, hitting your shoulder playfully before laying her eyes on you, smiling tenderly as she watched you pout.

“sorry.”

#kpop gg #female reader #aespa #aespa karina #karina aespa #aespa angst #all of us are dead #all of us are dead au #karina x female reader #karina aespa x female reader #yoo jimin #yoo jimin aespa #yoo jimin x female reader #i’m gonna cry #i felt so fidksodkkwdk #writing this

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mindofadoll · 4 months

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Since you asked so nicely <3

Id love to take you to a random college party to which I oh so desperatly begged begged you you come but ofc you felt something was off because of how much I was prodding and begging you to come with me- and didn't feel like it. But you brushed it away and now you're getting dressed doing my makeup and I do yours.

Eventually I take you there and there's alot of ppl. Not a man in sight all girls dressed in pretty dresses and slutty outfits.

So far so good.

You even start to like the atmosphere giving up on wanting to go home. However I hand you a drink and then another, and another. It's booze ofc you drink it not thinking much of it. And as you feel the alcohol hit your nerves and make you woozy- I'd so graciously take you. You'll think I'm just taking you home but that's when you realize youre in the basement of the house. Still- dazed and buzzed you don't even feel it when i tie you face down on a table. Securing your wrists and ankles with zipties. An uncomfortable position you whine and squirm under as I coo to you to stay still even though you probably didn't hear that. As time passed and I'm done securing you up like a pretty little present on a table, ass up, knees wide apart as your chest touches the cold table you sober up. That's when you see and realize the zipties cutting at your skin, the silhouettes of people all around you. The girls from the party. You're the prize darling. Matter of fact you're the life of the party. The main course. The big present everyone's waiting for. As you start to panic I tell you "it's alryt, we'll all be gentle okay?" As I run the tip of my box cutter grazing your spine down to your cunt slightly nicking your inner thigh as you yawp in panic. I cut apart your pretty dress like the wrapping of my gift as I tell the rest of the pretty ladies to join in. That's when you'll start to feel the rest of the girls and females' arms grabbing at you, at your dress as you cry and sob and beg me to stop yanking at the restraints. They're all getting a chance at cutting away at your dress like a birthday cake and unwrapping their present with both sweet and soft hands as well as calloused hands that prod at your leaking cunt. Running their slick covered fingers up and down your folds.

"You're liking this aren't you pretty girl?"

You're soaking already so you can only imagine how everyone is riled up, excited and ready. How'd you feel when they're all teasing and grabbing you, using your holes, fitting they're girlcocks straps and fingers slaming them all at once because they're all too impatient raping and abusing all of you. While all you could do is cry and watch me, your good friend- or so you thought, laugh and use you as well. "Hope you don't mind bunni, i didn't know how to ask you. Everyone's have a good time anyways." I coo inbetween.

I even whisper a tiny thank you cuz all my friends are enjoying you while you're shaking tremoring. You'll eventually settle in after hours of it unable to count how many time you came or everyone else came in you. It’s going to be so embarrassing when you cum on your rapists cocks and straps for the first time. Sobbing and begging as you’re split apart like a cheap fucksleeve, unable to keep a moan from escaping while you’re pumped full like some cheap whore. Pain turning into pleasure as you try to deny how good you feel. How wrong it truly is but here you are. Broken and braindead. Just a pretty little thing. Just a hole.

But dw I'll get you new clothes and ice cream afterwards ♡

This is so hot I'm shaking. I've always fantasized about being shared, but how you laided this out for me is so hot. Sorry for not responding to this sooner. Honestly I was thinking about keeping this for myself.

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #sapphic nsft #wlw noncon #anon ask #wlw concepts #wlw blog #bottomposting

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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May I join into the transgendering with some Shuggy content?

As soon as Buggy joins the Roger pirates he cannot STAND Shanks. Shanks is clingy and overly affectionate and it’s obvious Shanks gets better treatment than him from the get go. He’s clearly the captains favorite because Shanks gets his OWN GODDAMN ROOM AND BUGGY DOESN’T. Sometimes Shanks gets days when he’s incredibly pissy and infuriated and gets away with stuff Buggy wouldn’t get away with at any rate, yet everyone’s sympathetic to him and he gets to take it easy for a whole day. Shanks doesn’t even have to fight for a spot in the showers for fucks sakes! Everytime Buggy wants to use the communal showers when he’s in there someone basically tells him to wait till Shanks is done and GOD HE HATES HIS FUCKING FACE! The only reason they hang out together is because Shanks is the only on the ship that’s his age, if there was anyone else on board he wouldn’t bother with that red headed fool. Although that time they painted dicks all over Rogers face when he slept was funny. And it’s better to peel potatoes arguing about dumb shit than spending that time peeling alone. And yes Shanks does look legitimately hurt whenever he gets those days of just being in pain for no reason and he actually needed to be told of to take it easy, because that dumbass actually WANTED to help Buggy scrubbing the deck? What the fuck is wrong with him?!

Shanks continues being clingy and annoying, gets sappy, tells Buggy that he’s his best friend and has the gall to just laugh when Buggy tells him to fuck off, they aren’t friends, Buggy hates him! “No you don’t.” That bastard says before pulling his Strawhats back over his eyes. “Where does he get off saying that!?” He hates his smug smile and his stupid face and the fact that this stupid, annoying, UNFLASHY fool is actually right. So he doesn’t even think too much of it when Shanks drags him back to his room one day, nervous and pacing. “What did you do?” “Nothing just… I want to talk to you-“ “Whatever it is I’m not interested unless there’s cash involved.” “Buggy please! You’re my best friend-“ “If you put laxatives into the beer again you’re on your own this time. I am not gonna-“ “Buggy!” Buggys head turns at a voice that is uncharacteristically sharp with him, oddly pleading. Shanks is fumbling with his shirt buttons “If I show you… please don’t laugh.” “I will laugh as much I well damn please you dick. Did you get a shitty tattoo on the last isla-“ Buggy tapers off. And just stares for a few seconds, because he’s not quite getting what he’s seeing. At first he thinks Shanks chest is bandaged, but upon closer expection it seems to be something like a cloth wrapped around his chest, held in place by several clasps in front of the garment. It’s almost the same tone as Shanks skin and it must have been made with great care, Buggy knows Rayleigh can be good with a needle. Suddenly a lot of things start to click into place for Buggy. How he never saw Shanks shirtless even if the sun was grilling down on everyone else. How Shanks seemed to prefer baggier shirts. How sometimes they would go into a town and people would look at Shanks with mild confusion,like they where trying to figure something out, before their captain put a hand on Shanks shoulder and ruffled Buggy’s hair and introduced them as “My cabinboys. Shanks and Buggy.” And how Shanks seemed to visibly relax after those introductions.

Buggy’s thoughts snap back to the now and he has never seen Shanks look so scared. He’s slumped in on himself , arms crossed and his nails are digging deep indents into his arms, his gaze is steadfast and confrontational, like he’s daring Buggy to say anything, but there is also this inherent panic to his look. It’s then that Buggy realizes he’s been staring at his crew member with an open mouth like an idiot. “Ah! I You- You are- I heard of this! So- uh- it’s not-“ “It means I’m-“ “I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS SHANKS GOD I’M NOT BRAINDEAD! I AM- God! Stop looking at me like that you fool! You think this changes anything?” Shanks lowers his head, his voice turns quiet“I… I thought.” Oh fuck. Buggy’s inner desire to weasel himself out of unpleasant situations comes through and he switches his tone immediately. “Shanks.” He says, wrapping an arm around his, now confused, friends shoulder and gesturing wildly with one hand “Shaaaanks, Shanksshanksshanksshanks. We are both men of the sea-“ “We are 14.” “SHUT UP! We are both … worldly gentlemen here. We have seen some truly flashy things in our time. Some truly mind boggling things. This-“ Buggy’s hand gestures towards Shanks makeshift binder. “Is nothing that I haven’t seen before.” “You’ve met people like me?” “Of course!” Buggy lies, a smug grin spreading over his face at Shanks incredulousness. “Most normal thing in the world. I am surprised you didn’t tell me sooner. Not that I would have been surprised and… what’s that face for?” “… Buggy…” “What’s with the tears?! I told you I didn’t care- WHATS THAT STUPID GRIN FOR?” Shanks ignores Buggy’s disgusted expressions and meek protests at being pulled into a hug “Thank you.”

Buggy awkwardly pats Shanks shoulder. “Yes, yes, you’re welcome, shithead, now let me go!” He pulls away, but Shanks expression makes his brain stutter for the second time in an hour, smiling at him trough tears and looking at him so softly. “Buggy-“ Shanks leans in closer “there’s another thing I wanted to ask you now-“ Buggy’s breath hitches for a second. Shanks has a little freckle right over his cupids bow. Huh. Funny. He never noticed. “Buggy….”

“… Wanna move into my room with me? I asked Roger and he said it would be okay if I’m fine with it. You’d get your own hammock away from the other guys and everything.” Fuck!! Yeah!!!

I am,,,, I am okay,,,, Don't,,, Please,, I am so fine right now,,,

Transmasc Shanks is so real,,, Everybody knowing except Buggy because they found him as a baby and he knew he was a boy really really soon (before meeting Buggy) and he's scared of telling him because of how he might react. Because they're best friends but Buggy often reacts negatively to him and he's scared he might actually start hating him for real,,, And he also has the biggest crush on him, so imagine how scared the boy is. And when they start sharing a room,, Buggy spends even more time with him and Shanks starts being more honest about himself. About the binder hurting. Or the dysphoria. Or his periods, which are the fucking worst and Buggy genuinely does feel bad about those. Buggy starts being protective of Shanks whenever somebody misgenders him or makes fun of him. Not that Shanks needs any protection, but his confidence fades away whenever shit like this happens. So they protect each other. It feels,,, Nice. And I just know they'd start falling more and more for each other and,,, It's just so sweet. Also, consider Buggy finding out about what non-binary means and saying "oh. OH! THIS IS FLASHY I LIKE THIS. IT SOUNDS LIKE ME!" and Shanks being his supporter number one until the end.

#i am going to cry thank you #this is just so sweet #i love them they own my heart #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #transmasc shanks

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theres-a-body-here · 9 months

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The Hillbilly with Tomie!reader

The Entity snatches up a new, manipulative survivor.

Infatuated with you at first sight

Even if you were kinda.....mean

You reminded him of his parents

You mocked and hit him for messing things up

Yet there was something that made him drawn to you

Like looking at a spiral

He couldn't look away

He remembers the first time he met you

You weren't afraid of him

You actually seemed pretty disinterested

In fact, you seemed bored with your current predicament

He found you during the trial, sitting on one of the tables at the Gideon Meat Plant

Your attention was fixed upon your nails, inspecting them with an air of nonchalance that belied the gravity of the situation. Despite having been abruptly ensnared by the Entity and thrust into a trial, an eerie calm seemed to radiate from you. You were downright unbothered. The Hillbilly's features twisted in a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. He couldn't help but study you intently, struggling to understand the situation.

Max found himself utterly baffled by your apparent lack of the expected fear or panic that most survivors displayed upon finding themselves within the Entity's realm. In his mind, you should have been fleeing in terror like all the others. Intrigued, he cautiously closed the distance between you. Your gaze lifted from your nails, meeting his, and your expression shifted from one of nonchalance to annoyance in an instant.

"Hey," you addressed him, your voice tinged with frustration, "you mind telling me where the fuck I am?"

Max remained unable to provide any verbal response. Instead, a low, rumbling growl rumbled from deep within his throat, an attempt at communication.

A dismissive roll of your eyes accompanied your exasperated sigh. "Fantastic, stuck with a complete moron," you muttered under your breath, a hint of sarcasm dripping from your words like venom.

"Do me a favor and find someone around here who's not braindead, would you?" With a casual wave of your hand, you shooed Max away, clearly unimpressed by his lack of voice.

Max, however, wasn't oblivious to your condescending tone and gestures. A flicker of anger danced across his features, his frustration intensifying. Determinedly, he marched closer, his grip on his hammer tightening. The swell of his temper led him to raise the hammer threateningly, as if to strike you in response to your disrespect.

Your gaze abruptly snapped to Max, a sudden shift from annoyance to an intense, frigid stare. It was a gaze that bore into him, piercing and cold, cutting through the air like ice. "Huh?" you spoke, the detachment in your tone sending shivers down his spine, "You're actually considering hitting me? Well, go ahead then. Let's see what happens." Your voice, devoid of emotion, carried an eerie weight, the threat implicit in your words hitting Max like a jolt.

Max's reaction was immediate, but not in the way he might have anticipated. Your cold and unflinching demeanor struck a nerve deep within him, evoking memories of his parents and their harsh, berating ways. A wave of unease and vulnerability washed over him, leaving him momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected flood of emotions.

His grip on the hammer wavered, and then, as if weighed down by the weight of those memories, the tool slipped from his grasp and thudded onto the ground. An uneasy silence enveloped the space around you both, an unspoken exchange passing between your cold, unflinching gaze and his unsettled and conflicted expression.

Ever since that trial, he's been following you around

Almost like a lost puppy

He took you to his realm almost immediately

He wants you close all the time

You always come visit when you're both free from trials

You're even nice to him

Sometimes

The switch in personalities is so abrupt and drastic that Max sometimes wonders if he's next to a completely different person

He doesn't look too much into it

He loves it when you tell him to bring you something. He always does it quickly

He knows what he gets if he gets your things fast enough

"Oohh, you're such a good boy"

You pat his head

Max feels like he's in heaven

In trials, he downright refuses to hurt you. Even if he's sacrificed no one else

He worships the ground you walk on

Brings you charms from other survivors he kills in trials

"What the hell is this? It isn't even designer"

He whimpers and looks heartbroken when you don't like his gifts

You sigh and roll your eyes

"But I guess I can pull it off"

He instantly brightens up and pulls you in for a bear hug

"H-hey no touching!"

He doesn't hear you and sways you around a little as he nuzzles into your neck

"Whatever. Just don't dirty my clothes"

Maybe having a dog isn't so bad

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #Tomie!reader #max thompson jr #the hillbilly #max thompson jr x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #hillbilly x reader

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spitblaze · 11 months

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tfw you're a member of a 'cursed bloodline' of cryokinetic psychics thats been living out in the woods as hunters for generations and as the first member of your family in like a hundred years who decides to leave the woods to pursue higher education you get embroiled in a fucked up murder mystery that you're like 80% is because you decided to leave the woods like some kind of idiot and now the curse is kicking in and also you're a trans man who doesnt bind

long time no see koschei :^)

@kibasniper

#spitblaze says things #spitblaze draws things #braindead panic #hot minute since i drew one of these guys #even hotter minute since I gave thought to what the actual plot should be after eschewing. All That #OCs

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goodwhump-temp · 1 year

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Sword Art Online: Kirito Whump

===SAO Season 1=== 1x02 Beater - Sliced by boss, weak, low HP 1x03 Red Nosed Reindeer - Ambushed, watches friends die, traumatized, cries 1x06 Illusionary Avenger - Watches someone die 1x07 The Temperature of the Heart - Falls from great height twice, low HP 1x09 The Blue Eyed Demon - Intense boss battle, sliced multiple times, punched, sweating, extremely low HP, collapses, makes Asuna cry 1x10 Crimson Killing Intent - Duel, stabbed, talks about trauma, depressed/angry, paralyzed, stabbed multiple times, slowly impaled by psychopath, life flashes before his eyes, intense pain, extremely low HP, arm sliced off, collapses, emotional 1x12 Yui's Heart - Knocked down, unconscious, weak, angry 1x13 Edge of Hell's Abyss - Scared 1x14 The End of the World - Exhausted, intense confrontation, duel, sliced, sobbing, collapse, impaled, emotional, weak, depressed 1x15 Return - Nightmares, crying, depressed, difficulty adjusting, hit in the head, stumbles, shares PTSD with sister, sobs 1x16 Land of the Fairies - Logout PTSD 1x20 General of the Blazing Flame - Intense 1v1, sliced multiple times 1x22 Grand Quest - Outnumbered, died, emotional 1x23 Bonds - Intense battle 1x24 Gilded Hero - Emotional, paralyzed, straining, kicked around, impaled/tortured, pain absorber decreased, intense pain, emotional 1x25 The World Seed - Ambushed, stabbed irl, bleeding, falls, kicked multiple times

===SAO Season 2 (Gun Gale Online)=== 2x01 The World of Guns - Death gun/SAO PTSD 2x05 Guns and Swords - Grazed, exhausted, confrontation, PTSD 2x06 Showdown in the Wilderness - Intense laughing coffin battle, PTSD, panic attack, grazed multiple times 2x07 Crimson Memories - Guilt, emotional conversations about PTSD, sobs 2x12 Bullet of a Phantom - Death Gun confrentation, stabbed multiple times, heart racing/panic 2x13 Phantom Bullet - Risk of dehydration, faster heart rate (bp: 160), sliced multiple times, hug-grenade bomb, irl fight 2x14 One Little Step - Choked, punched multiple times irl, stabbed with poison syringe, panic, almost dies, bandaged 2x16 King of the Giants - Knocked down from blast, low HP, its a trap! or not? it is! help 2x17 Excalibur - Intense fight, punched to the ground 2x18 Forest House - Exhausted, died in a duel

===Sword Art Online: Alicization=== 3x01 Underworld - Shot in the chest, falls down, tackled 3x02 The Demon Tree - Amnesia, exhausted 3x04 Departure - Sliced, intense pain, kicked to the ground 3x05 Ocean Turtle - Attacked irl, injected with serum from GGO, unconscious, heart stopped, emergency surgery, possible brain damage 3x11 Central Cathedral - Imprisoned 3x15 The Relentless Knight - Literally back-stabbed, collapse, unconscious, dragged, thrown, 1v4, shot multiple times, falls, bleeding 3x16 The Osmanthus Knight - Bleeding, collapse, unconscious, falls down building 3x17 Truce - Hanging, pancaked 3x21 The 32nd Knight - Sliced multiple times, bleeding 3x22 Titan of the Sword - Intense fight, impaled, bleeding profusely, cries 3x23 Administrator - Emotional damage, collapse, emotionally paralyzed 3x24 My Hero - Sliced multiple times, arm cut off, bleeding, intense emotional heartbreak, crying, brain breakdown

===Sword Art Online: War of Underworld=== 4x01 In The Far North - Wheelchair, braindead, depressed, knocked unconscious (flashback), carried, bullied, falls out of wheelchair, panic 4x02 Raids - Panic, crawling/struggling, brain shortcircuted already damaged brain, therefore: deactivating brain/no self-concept (5head stuff) 4x05 The Night Before Battle - Willpower tested/dagger launched at him 4x07 Stigma of the Disqualified - Tries to protect friends 4x10 Stacia, the Goddess of Creation - Asuna reunion, twitches, tries to talk, cries 4x13 The War of Underworld - SAO friends reunion, tries to speak 4x16 Code 871 - Tense standoff 4x17 Prince of Hell - Bullied, kicked out of wheelchair, unconscious 4x18 Memories - Fighting mental blockage, faces trauma, intense emotional pain, mental breakdown, intense sobbing, tears open chest, self damage, becomes ultimate form GIGACHAD 4x19 Awakening - Sliced neck, bleeding, cries 4x20 The Night-Sky Blade - Sliced in half, impaled, intense fight, sobs in loneliness, trapped in the world 4x22 Alice - Awakens, weak, was alive the last 200 years, memories erased, obviously depressed, hospitalized, sobbing, PTSD, emotional damage, comforted by sister 4x23 New World - Headbutted, headache

#kirito #sao #kirigaya kazuto #sword art online #sword art online ii #gun gale online #whump #whumplist #whump list #emotional whump #kirito whump #sword art online: alicization #sao alicization #war of underworld #sao war of underworld #anime whump #sao whump #sword art online whump

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moonmoolight · 1 year

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Dumb (Part One)

Kenny McCormick × AFAB! Reader

Part Two: Coming Soon

Request Open! -> About Requests

TW: They killed Kenny, you bastards! (Non permanent character death), descriptions of blood and Gore. Angst with a happy ending; hurt/comfort

Synopsis: y/n watches Kenny die right in front of her. The next day, she goes to school in shambles, only to see a familiar face beside her at her locker. Needless to say, she's pretty sure she is losing her mind.

Inspo: Dumb by Nirvana

Y/N found herself standing in the parking lot of South Park High on her first day of senior year, staring at her best friend.

Her dead best friend.

She watches in horror as Clyde Donovan rushes out from his brand-new convertible in a panic. The front end was dented in from the impact, and the once shiny yellow paint job was splattered in a dark crimson red.

Y/N wasn't sure what had happened. It seemed as though they were hopping out of Stan's car just a moment ago, excited for the first day of their last year in this hell hole.

Now, Kenny lay sprawled out against the pavement, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"I told you to put your goddamn phone down, Clyde!" Shouts Bebe from the passenger seat in between sobs.

Y/N sees Clyde running his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands as tears well in his eyes, "I, I didn't see him!" He screamed, looking around at the crowd gathering around the gruesome scene.

Stan, rushing over to Y/N, was quick to try and shield her from the sight, but she had already soaked it in—every last detail down to his torn-up shoes.

"You," she pushes out, hot tears beginning to streak down her face, "You fucking bastard!"

Y/N attempts to launch herself past Stan, though he holds her back as she claws at the air around her as though it would help push her forward. "Was it worth it, Clyde? You killed him, and all you can say is, 'I didn't see him'?! What kind of lame fucking apology is that?!"

She could feel the strain in her vocal cords as she raged on, and somehow, she had broke free of Stan's grasp. Running at full speed towards Clyde, she quickly punches him square in the jaw.

"Y/N, stop!" Shouts Kyle as he, Stan, and a few other seniors sprint to restrain her as Clyde recoils to try and protect himself from Y/N's aggression. She rips the leather sleeve of Clyde's letterman jacket in a rage at the seam.

"I hope you're fucking happy! You ruined senior year, you braindead prick!"

Ambulance and police sirens sound off in the distance as Y/N's friends force her to sit on the sidewalk, holding onto her as she wails out in heartbreak.

"I'm not going." Y/N protests as her mother sets down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her at the dining room table.

How was she supposed to live in a world without Kenny McCormick by her side?

-> <-

Her mother sighs in response, taking a seat beside the gloomy girl. "Honey, you're going to school. What's gotten into you?"

Furrowing her eyebrow, Y/N lifts her head from its place on the edge of the table. Her face was puffy, and her eyes were still swollen from the nonstop crying.

"What's gotten into me? Are you kidding?"

Her mom cocks her head, placing a loving hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Oh dear, is it that time of the month already?"

Scoffing in disbelief, more tears began to collect in her eyes. How could her mother forget that her friend had just been brutally slaughtered?

"You know what, maybe I will go to school. I can't be around you right now."

Mrs. Y/L/N watches her daughter jolt from her chair and scurry towards the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and haphazardly slinging her school bag across her shoulder.

"Don't forget your car keys!" Shouts the confused woman from the kitchen.

"I'm walking!" Screams a very upset Y/N as the front door slams shut behind her.

Cold autumn air gushed against her as she made the rather long trek to school on foot. She'd needed the time alone to collect herself. Yet, for some reason, every familiar car that passed by harbored her classmates, who all dawned smiles or tired looks. It seemed she was the only one who cared that Kenny was dead.

A horn honks in the distance, and she turns to see the familiar sight of Stan's car behind her as he pulls off to the side of the road. Rolling down his window, he pokes his head out with a perplexed look plastered on his face. "You want a ride?"

Y/N waits a moment before shrugging, walking over slowly, and lazily flopping herself into the car.

The drive was mostly filled with comfortable silence as Stan drove them to school. His head bobbed along to the stereo as he seemed to be in high spirits.

This baffled Y/N, as she had been talking to a disheveled Stan just yesterday. "How are you in such a good mood?"

"What do you mean? We got a whole extra day off of school. Of course, I'm in a good mood! Aren't you?"

Y/N scoffs in astonishment as she looks at him with disdain.

"No, Stan, I'm not in a good mood."

He frowns at her words, peering over at her momentarily as they pull into the school's student parking lot, "Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe Ken can make you feel better. He's pretty good at that."

She freezes, questioning if she has heard him correctly.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

Stan laughs nervously as he watches her expression fall further into anger. "Oh, that's why you're upset. Look, whatever Kenny did, I'm sure he didn't mean it-"

Stan is left speechless after she sends a hand flying into his cheek. As he holds his stinging face, Y/N swings the passenger door open as she glares back at him through blurred vision.

"What is wrong with you, Marsh? It's only been a day, and you think it's okay to joke about him? Have some decency, would you?"

And with that, she storms through the parking lot. Once inside, she looked around to see everyone going about their day like everything was fine. Like nothing had ever happened.

The most infuriating thing she saw was Clyde Donovan leaning against a stairwell, flirting with some sophomore.

A low growl rose in her chest, but she knew she couldn't start a fight with him after yesterday. She had narrowly avoided assault charges in the first place. Speed walking through the halls, she ignores the warm greetings of her friends she passed while she was on a mission to make it to her locker without completely breaking down.

Shoving a couple of books into her bag, she lingers when she sees the inside of the locker door. A few Polaroid pictures hung sloppily taped onto the metal. One caught her eye in particular: she posed with Kenny on a snowy February. She held a middle finger to the camera as Kenny leaned against her, keeping two fingers behind Y/N's head to resemble devil horns.

And once again, she becomes a blubbering mess. Using her sweatshirt sleeve, she covers her wet face and gently shuts the locker.

"G'mornin, Y/N."

Those words and that voice made her spiral into full-on bawling.

"Angel, why are you crying?" Kenny's familiar voice speaks up from behind her.

It seemed so natural. She convinced herself it must be her grieving subconscious filling that empty void. That warm greeting she looked forward to every day, those sickeningly sweet nicknames, had been ripped away.

Chalking it up to the slow descent into madness, Y/N looks down and continues walking toward her first-period class as the first bell sounds.

Someone grabs her by the waist, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Hot breath against her ear as that honey-like voice whispers gently.

"Hey, don't ignore me. Who made you cry?"

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny x reader #south park x reader #south park requests #south park oneshots #south park fanfiction #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #clyde donovan #craig tucker #tweek tweak #tolkien black #bebe stevens #wendy testaburger #umospace #moomoonlight

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lexyvey · 1 year

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Run to the Hills

After everything happens, Eddie Munson's name has yet to be cleared. In order for Eddie to avoid prison and an unwanted reunion with his father, Steve comes up with a plan.

In Steve’s defense, he warned Hopper ahead of time. Hop knew that Steve wasn’t going to let this happen. Not if he could help it, and he could so…

***

Steve remembers the conversation the two of them had the day Hop informed him as to why Eddie was still being treated like a murderer after helping save the world.

It had been six days since all the shit with Vecna went down and the Upside Down began to seep into Hawkins following the massive earthquake. It had been four days since Steve found out Hopper was alive. That was one of the only good outcomes after their plan to kill Vecna failed. Other than Hop being alive… they lost. They lost badly.

The Upside Down’s rot was rapidly spreading. 100’s of people’s homes were destroyed in the splitting of the earth as the earthquakes wreaked havoc on this cursed town. And Max—

Max was still breathing, but… honestly, Steve thinks that death might have been more merciful than what she was going through. Braindead: that’s what the doctors said. They don’t know how much longer she’ll live until even Life Support can’t keep her alive. The government is still doing all that it can for Max though. El comes to her room every day using her mind powers to try to find Max and bring her back to consciousness. So far there hadn’t been any results, but Steve visits her every day hoping to see her awake.

She looks like a ghost of herself in that bed. Her eyes are no longer bandaged up, but a bone-chilling bruised blue and purple for all to see. Each of her limbs is in a full body cast, and the neck brace is like the cherry on top. Steve’s never seen her look so… frail.

It breaks his heart, every visit. He’s losing hope that she’ll wake anytime soon – if El can’t bring her back, nothing can – but he’ll never give up on Max. He refuses. She might look like a corpse in that bed, but she’s still the strongest person he knows, and that’s saying a lot knowing the rest of The Party.

He’d finally calmed down enough for the stray tears to stop falling when he left Max’s room for the day. He’s on his way out of the hospital when he realizes he hadn’t paid Munson a visit in a couple of days and changes direction. It’s as he turns the corner; he notices they still have Eddie’s room guarded.

Nearby, he finds Hopper talking to one of the Hawkins-Lab-type government people. And he knows he’s still high on emotions coming from Max’s bedside but fuck it. He storms right over, not caring before interrupting the two’s hushed conversation.

“What the hell, Hop?” he asks, gesturing with his arm toward the police officer stationed outside of Munson’s room. “They’ve still got an officer posted outside his door. What’s going on?” Steve swears, if they’re still treating him like the primary suspect in a homicide case and not just trying to protect the man from people like Carver he’s going to be pissed. Munson literally sacrificed his life trying to save the world.

“Listen, I know we’d expected Munson’s name to be cleared by now, but there’ve been some complications,” Hopper explained to Steve as the government official began to walk away, Hopper waving the lady goodbye.

“Wh-What kind of complications?” He asks the man dumbfounded.

“A lot of stuff is going on right now. The Upside Down is seeping its way into Hawkins, the public is in a panic. The government has a lot they’re dealing with right now. Owens is still trying to work his magic and pull some strings, but it’s going to take time.”

“Time?” Steve asks incredulously. “It took three hours last year for them to come up with the mall fire cover story. Why is this more complicated? It’s probably the easiest thing for them to cross off their list of shitty tasks to deal with.”

“Steve,” Hopper says as he puts a calming arm on Steve’s shoulder in that parental in a way he never experienced from anyone else but Hopper. To think he went a whole nine months without the man’s grounding presence. Steve felt himself getting worked up like an out-of-body experience. He knew he had to take a deep breath and calm down, but there were so many emotions flooding his mind. He was heartbroken at the sight of Max, pissed off about the way the government was treating Munson, but also, he felt the warring sense of relief knowing Hopper was back again but not quite believing it due to the lingering grief he’d been feeling the last almost year. It was all too much.

“Listen, kid,” Hopper began, ducking down to look into Steve’s eyes. His voice was soothing, miraculously gentle, and simultaneously gruff in a way so painfully Hopper. “I don’t like Owens’s current plan, but I understand why he’s doing this. We just have to trust him to come through, which he always has.”

“What’s the plan?”

Steve was getting too emotionally exhausted. He didn’t see any point in beating around the bush or softening the blow like Hop seemed to be doing right now. He appreciated the sentiment, but frankly, he was done.

“The public is fully convinced that Eddie killed a bunch of kids. They’re not going to just accept that Eddie’s innocent. They need someone to pay for what happened – they need the Munson boy to pay.” Steve’s mouth immediately opens, ready to argue with Hopper about this. Before he can, Hopper raises a hand to stop him, and Steve obediently closes his mouth.

“With all the ‘shitty tasks’ the government has to deal with concerning the aftermath of what happened and the public’s reaction to the murders, they’ve decided that the best course of action would be for law enforcement to continue their arrest of Eddie Munson.”

“What?” Steve asks, feeling his stomach plummet as anxiety begins to kick in. “They want him to be the scapegoat?” Steve asks in complete shock because that couldn’t be right. Munson just risked his life to save a town that hates him. He doesn’t deserve to go to jail for that.

“No, they’re still going to clear his name, Steve. I promise. Owens promises too. The residents of Hawkins just need time to cool off and the government needs time to get things in order. Once he’s good enough to transport, they’re going to move him to a detention facility. By the end of next month, Eddie will be innocent—”

“—He’s innocent now!” Steve shouts, his hands shaking in anger and fear on behalf of Munson. They can’t send him to jail. It’s not fair.

“Kid, I told you I don’t like it, but it’s a solid plan,” Hopper says, maintaining his calm in a way Steve is unable to right now.

“Solid plan, my ass Hop. You literally just escaped a prison sentence you were wrongly serving. How can you ask Eddie to do the same?”

He sees the small flinch Hopper does, and it makes Steve feel cruel bringing it up. He knows nothing about what Hopper went through.

“If anyone understands how much this plan sucks, it’s me, ok?”

And Steve knows he can’t argue with Hopper about that, but he’s not done arguing. Despite how emotionally fatigued he was moments ago, now he’s energized more than ever ready to go to war for Munson. So, he chooses another angle.

“Do you really believe that they won’t just chuck him in a cell and throw away the key?”

“Owens promises. He’ll be out by the end of May.”

“No,” Steve begins to say as he plants his feet shaking his head at Hopper. He takes a deep breath, choosing his words carefully before telling the older man, “I get that that’s what Owens told you. I know you believe him, and I believe you Hop, but… Munson’s a drug-dealing town freak. His only family is his uncle Wayne. He was like two friends aside from The Party? He’s a high school delinquent with no future ahead of him. Hell, he’s on his third repeat of senior year. No family,” Steve begins to point out, counting on his fingers. “No friends. A town that hates him. No future. If they’re putting him behind bars for a month because it’d be more convenient while they take time to put a story together, what makes you think they won’t just keep him there because it works out better long-term too?”

He watches as Hopper considers this. He sees the flicker of doubt in the man’s eyes and Steve takes that as his cue to continue.

“Who’s going to fight for his name to be cleared? His Uncle Wayne? A person who doesn’t even know if Eddie’s innocent?”

“Owens will come through, I promise kid. If not, we’ll fight him. Eddie’s one of us now. We’ll protect him if it gets to that, but it won’t. Owens will work his magic and make everything right. We just have to be patient.”

Steve just shakes his head in exasperation again,

“He better come through sooner than later. I’m not risking it. I won’t let them move him to prison Hop. He’s innocent. He saved Dustin’s life. He saved the world. I won’t let them take him away. I’ll break him out of here if I have to. He’s not going to be their scapegoat.”

“He’s not going to, kid. We just have to trust Owens,” he told Steve as he once again put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, squeezing it in hopes of reassuring the boy. Steve wants to have faith in Hopper, but that meant putting his trust in those government dipshits and he couldn’t do that. He’d hold out hope that Eddie’s name would get cleared before they move him, but at the end of the day, he’d be working on a plan of his own. He wasn’t kidding. He’d break Munson out of there if he had to.

***

It should be noted, if it weren’t for Munson’s stupid pride (read: sacrifice to save Dustin’s life) making him get brutally and almost fatally injured in the first place, they wouldn’t be in this situation: with Eddie handcuffed to a hospital bed mentally preparing to be moved to the Indiana Department of Corrections tomorrow.

“Hey Munson,” he said to the older boy as he entered the hospital room. He wasn’t sure if Munson would still be awake, but he was relieved to see Eddie twiddling his thumbs lying in his bed fully conscious. While Steve had been planning this ever since Hopper told him Owens’ plan, now that it might finally be happening, Steve was getting anxious. He didn’t bother to sit in the chair across from Eddie’s bed, just stood at the foot of it.

“Hey, Steve-o. Thought visiting hours ended at eight,” Eddie says, straightening himself and trying to get into a comfortable upright position. He only slightly winced at the motion pulling at his stitches.

“It did. The guard outside your door is currently ‘taking a leak,’” he tells the boy with air quotes, before gathering the courage to continue. “Tomorrow, they’re going to move you and I don’t know if this will be the last time I’ll see you Munson, so forgive me for sneaking in.” He tries to play it off as lighthearted toward the end, but it seemed Munson saw right through it.

The man’s brow furrowed in confusion as he asked,

“What are you talking about? You planning on taking off and leaving Hawkins for good or something? Chief – well not Chief – Hopper told me they plan to have me out by the end of May.”

“Yea, Hop told me. The thing is…” Steve’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he thinks through what to say. “I think it’d be naive to believe that. I trust Hopper, and I genuinely believe Owens is going to try his best, but… the government has long lost my trust, ever since I signed my first NDA.”

“Harrington, you’re kind of scaring me here. Don’t tell me I’m going to live the rest of my life in prison. That’s not going to happen, right?” Munson asks with a stained laugh toward the end.

“I know I’m not the smartest in our group Munson, but I remember the flicker of doubt in Hopper’s eye when I confronted him about this. That’s all I needed to know I couldn’t let this happen… but at the end of the day, it’s your choice. I can’t force your hand here. I won’t, but we don’t have much time so I’m going to ask you: are you willing to let them take you away tomorrow?” Steve asks as he fishes a key out of his pocket and holds it up for Munson to see. “Or do you want to break out of here?”

“What?” Eddie says dumbfounded.

“It’s your choice. You can trust Hopper, Owens, and the rest of the government to come through on their promise to get you out a month from now with a cleared name and all the government hush money you could ask for. Or you can skip the fucking penitentiary, and we can get the hell out of dodge going 80 on the interstate. I know it’s a risk. And I don’t know if they’ll still bother to clear your name. And you probably don’t trust me outside of battling monsters in the Upside Down, but… if I was in your shoes… I know I’d want the option, no matter who’s offering.”

Eddie just looks at Steve blankly for a long minute. He doesn’t say anything until finally, he asks,

“How the hell did you get a key?”

It makes Steve lose himself to nervous laughter, taking Eddie with him as they dissolve into a fit of giggles like they were at some middle school girls’ sleepover and not in the midst of a life-changing moment.

“Found it in Hopper’s old uniform,” Steve tells him as their laughter begins to die down. “Well? What’s it going to be Munson?” He asks with a playful tone of voice.

“Fuck me,” the older boy mutters under his breath as he runs a free hand down his face. “You’re putting me on the spot here, aren’t you?”

“You’re also on a time crunch,” Steve unhelpfully adds. “We’ve only got until Daniels gets back from his unauthorized smoke break – I mean bathroom break.”

“Shit,” he hears Munson mutter to himself again as he thinks about the choice in front of him. He blows air out his mouth as he taps his cuffed hand on the railing of the bed.

“I’m really about to put Wayne through it again,” Steve catches him say as Eddie starts to bite the thumbnail of his free hand. “Okay,” he says to Steve before properly looking the younger boy in the eye. “Okay, fuck, okay. I don’t particularity like the idea of having a reunion with dear old dad, and yea… not really sure I can trust the government when they want to put me behind bars in the first place so…” he says trailing off with a frantic nod of his head.

Steve doesn’t hesitate after that, immediately making his way to Eddie’s bedside and uncuffing him. Neither of them talks to the other, but Eddie seems to still be externally processing everything as he mutters under his breath while the two of them exit the hospital room making their way through the maze of halls.

“Steve. STEVE.” Munson whisper shouts in urgency as he freezes in the hall, latching onto Steve’s arm looking at him with eyes full of fear.

“What?” Steve asks, watching as Eddie points up to the ceiling.

Oh. The cameras.

“It’s fine,” he tells Eddie. “Dustin will take care of them.”

While Hopper knew that there would be a breakout, only Steve and Dustin knew the finer details of it. The boy had been just as much, if not more, worried about what would happen to Munson if he was thrown behind bars. Steve initially didn’t plan on telling Dustin about trying to break Munson from his hospital bed arrest, he knew there was no way they’d successfully make it out of Hawkins without help from the boy genius.

So, a week ago, he spilled everything to the kid. He told Dustin how he managed to snag a key from Hopper’s old uniform when helping The Party patch up the cabin. He told Dustin how he saw Daniels take a smoke break every night around nine-thirty. He confessed that he had withdrawn enough cash to get them through a whole two and a half months on the run, not that it should take that long before Munson’s name got cleared.

Suffice it to say, Dustin was pretty impressed. Though he did manage to call Steve an idiot pretty quickly as well.

“You’re an idiot. See, this is why you don’t make the plans,” he told Steve as they sat across from one another on Steve’s couch. Before Steve could argue, Henderson explained to him, “You forgot about the security cameras.”

“Shit.”

He forgot about the security cameras.

“Yea, shit.”

“Ok, well I’ll still go through with it. So what if everyone knows I broke Munson out? We’ll be long gone by then.”

“Steve,” Henderson says, looking at him like he’s the biggest dumbass in the world. “A) they’ll just put out an APB and track your car down. B) you’re forgetting you have me.”

And oh, yea. He’s got Dustin.

Dustin managed to trick the security cameras into playing on a loop rather than showing a live feed. Steve doesn’t understand the logistics of it, but he trusts him.

Dustin was also helpful in making sure they had everything they could possibly need while on the run. He helped Steve pack a go-bag like the one he keeps with him in case of all Upside-Down-related shit. He helped with getting spare clothes that while they aren’t Munson’s typical style, would be better appreciated than Steve’s typical polos and brightly colored sweaters. Dustin helped him load the back of Steve’s car with extra fuel, an extra walkie-talkie (“in case you two get split up.”), tons of groceries and road trip snacks to get them by until they got far enough from Hawkins, and an assortment of cassettes including all of Munson, Henderson, and Steve’s favorites.

Steve will never not be grateful for the little shit.

As the date for Eddie’s move came closer, Dustin became more insistent that he come too. Steve had his work cut out for him in trying to explain all the reasons why Henderson couldn’t.

He needed to stay back to make sure The Party doesn’t try and follow them since it would only draw the feds their way.

It’d be unbelievably stupid if Dustin didn’t pass ninth grade. He’s too smart to be held back, and if he did, his mom wouldn’t let him return to summer camp to see Suzie again.

Speaking of his mother, she’d be sick with worry not knowing where her precious Dusty went. He’d be cruel to put his mother through that pain.

There were a lot of reasons Steve could have listed off as to why Dustin needed to stay, but after he told Henderson that someone needed to make sure Owens continued to clear Munson’s name so they could come back sooner, the boy conceded.

He wasn’t happy having to stay back, but he stopped fighting Steve on it.

Before leaving for the hospital tonight, Steve assured Dustin that he’d send letters to the boy whenever it was safe. He knew Dustin would hold him to that, but Steve has no intentions of breaking that promise.

“Stay safe. Don’t get caught,” Henderson told him.

“Will do. We’ll be back the second Munson’s name gets cleared.”

They both shed a few tears then. Dustin hugged his arms around Steve refusing to let him go, but eventually, they knew Steve had to leave.

“I’m going to miss you Henderson.”

He really was.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“Watch after Buckley for me?” he asked, and Dustin nodded. Neither of them could tell Robin the plan. She wouldn’t have let them go through with it. And even if she did, they weren’t sure she wouldn’t just try and follow them. He loved her, but the last thing he needed was to put her in any more danger.

God, he’s going to miss them both like one would a limb.

They better clear Munson’s name soon.

***

There was a long moment in which Munson didn’t know whether to believe Steve about the cameras being taken care of, but eventually, he seemed to have bought it… or he just figured the damage had already been done. Whatever the reason, Munson eventually unfroze and the two continued making their way through the halls and toward the main entrance. The two of them barely managed to sneak past the front desk, but the second they did, Munson was cackling as they made their way to Steve’s car. Steve couldn’t help but laugh too. They did it. He broke Munson out of the hospital. Now they just had to escape this hellhole of a town.

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later, when me and my buddies need some help to recover so we can destroy you cunts all over again, you put on a show without protest, rubbing your little pussies together with whatever femme whore we’ve ordered you to play with for our entertainment, making out with her over the tip of a Butch cock, alternating between giggles and gagging when they start fucking your faces. you’d hold another femme’s titties together so her Butch can titfuck her better, you’d help ram a femme’s head down on her Butch’s dick when she’s trying to pull off, you’d hold another femme’s hand while she’s struggling to take her Butch’s huge cock all the way up her tiny cunt or even tinier asshole. and you’d tell them all the way through, if you are not willing to act like a dumb cunt to keep your Butch happy then another femme cunt will, if you’re not willing to lose all your dignity and be their on-demand porn then they’re going to find some other stupid bitch to ruin and why shouldn’t they? they’re Butch, after all, and you’re just a femme and this is what happens. if you weren’t supposed to be screaming out in pain as a Butch puts you on your back and drills you like they hate you, then why do femmes have little cunts and assholes and Butches have huge dicks, perfect for ramming into those little holes as they try to resist? if you were not supposed to be humiliated during sex with a Butch just to get them extra hard, then why do femmes make the cutest little sounds, giggling and screaming and crying and moaning and begging, sounding so precious, soft and high-pitched? of course we Butches have to slap you around, gag you and skullfuck you, force our big dicks up your holes, make you lick it clean after we’ve just made you see stars when we bullied it into your tiny asshole, mock you and humiliate you and hurt you, just so we can hear those delicious, soft, feminine sounds of pain and protest that get our dicks so hard, make us want to do much worse things to you while we grunt and groan, in control and collected, as you thrash and scream and cry. why do femmes have titties, big and small, if not for Butches to leer at you, pull your top up or down and slap them around, refer to you as tits around our friends and stare at your chest instead of your face when talking to you, make you bounce them up and down while we laugh at you and call you a good feminist, make you push them together so we can titfuck you, make you press them against another whore’s titties so we can debase you two at the same time. Butches don’t have or do any of this, so of course this is the natural order of things, don’t even try to fight it. and you know it, that’s why you’re my best porn, my best stupid braindead whore, my personal fuckdoll, my good girl. and good girls make more good girls, so you tell other femmes all this while we destroy that whole entire room of you, you tell them that is what Butches deserve, that the more painful and degrading it is for you the more enjoyable it is for us, and you just have to take it unless you want to be replaced with a better braindead femme slut, because Butches deserve a harem of cunts like you and we can get it. I watch you make more good girls, forcing your femme sisters to debase themselves for us while you giggle as the Butches tell you what a good cumdump you are, such a good cunt, a good whore, fucked in every hole and still wanting more. you’d only start to panic when you figure out none of us have been using condoms and someone is about to dump a load in your cunt, unless you begging them not to knock you up is pathetic enough to take mercy on you. but maybe I can tell you about that another time, if you think you deserve it.

did I get that right, dumb bitch?

omg so sorry for a late response again, wanted to keep this to myself to daydream about for a while 😇 but now i'm a little tipsy n ready to reply <3

GOD i want to play with other femmes while butches watch and jerk off ugh, one of my favourite lil fantasies, all of us getting dressed up in pretty lingerie, doing each others' makeup just right and sharing lipstick and perfume and giggling with each other ugh !!!! femmes!!!!! my heart omg

we could put on the prettiest show you've ever seen, smudging our perfectly applied lipstick making out with each other, softly touching each other all over, getting so worked up grinding nice and slow, taking turns spoiling each other with attention, delicate little touches and moans

and then the roughness of butch hands, or a raspy voice telling us what to do next, how to look pretty and fuckable for our audience, already so needy and drunk on each other but oh so eager to please, so pliant and ready to entertain you all

the way that butches look when they're turned on is so magical, the little glint in their eyes and a cocky smirk, legs spread wide rubbing themselves so slow and strong

getting instructed to do dirtier and sluttier things to get you off, eating each other out and taking turns putting in butt plugs so all our holes are ready when you decide to use them, tugging other girls' hair and grinding our soaking pussies together

with just a snap of your fingers you can get us all lined up bouncing our titties, or ass up face down spreading our holes, whatever you and the other butches call out

our girly little brains all fuzzy and horny, so desperate to please you so you'll finally mayve decide to fuck us, even starting to get a little competitive because we're all so needy for butch dick, dumb and ready to objectify ourselves and each other to satisfy our aching cunts, of course none of us have been allowed to cum, that's just for butches tonight, we're the entertainment, just tits and holes for you to grope at

god ive got so many little fantasies running through my head, please please send more asks anon, theyre my favourite thing to read

i'm putting in my plug wearing lingerie now like a good girl and i'll be rubbing and edging to this ask for the rest of the night 🥰💞

#anon #fuck #i'm so worked up now omg god i want butch dick #butch patriarchy

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