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fanaticsnail · 7 months ago

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Snail important question;

Of any line-up of characters of your choice-

Who do you think is attracted to competency,

Who is attracted to stupidity,

Who can go either way,

And who is attracted to both at the same time (imagine;

Reader: sorry I'm late I had to fight off two different ships

Them: is that how you got that bruise on your face?

Reader: oh... Actually, I wasn't looking and pulled a push door off its' hinges into my face

Them, kicking off their pants: god you're so fucking stupid, sit on my face

)

Also, I feel like there are different versions of competency and stupidity. Street smarts vs social obliviousness. Book smarts vs functionally illiterate. Strategic/battle smarts vs what-do-you-mean-flashing-the-enemy-isn't-a-valid-distraction?

(Zoro is completely math smart and dumb in every other way)

I could imagine Luffy would be attracted to hyper specific competency. If you're really into a specific thing and good at it and it's your dream he would absolutely love it even if it sounds like you're speaking gibberish to him. He wouldn't even think of it as weird - I mean, no more weird than any other dream he doesn't personally understand - he's certainly not the type to judge based on societal norms. You could talk his ear off about the reproductive habits of different animals and he wouldn't get why everyone else doesn't like to hear it when they're eating but hey more food for him.

Snail. Your asks always know how to get the better of me. Have a series of little drabbles, dear.

Competency, Stupidity, Duality

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Word Count: 410+, 510+, 580+

Synopsis: They can't help what attracted them to you. No matter what you did, they simply couldn't get enough of you. Their emotions finally catch up with them, and they confess their adoration for you.

Themes: variety x gn!reader, feelings, injury, mentions of battles, finally giving in, all different 'reader' inserts, confessions of love, kid x reader, zoro x reader, killer x reader, angst, fluff, sweetness.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to write this today, but I've been thinking about the big boys lately and I needed to give them some love. Something about trios lately.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Competency: Eustass Kid

When Eustass Kid noticed how quick and sharp you were to react in life or death circumstances, he was immediately smitten with you. Being a Straw-Hat, your ambitions and dreams were fostered by your playful captain as you sailed aboard the Thousand Sunny. Your ability to interact flawlessly by balancing the combined efforts of the three crews had him intrigued by your charisma.

Fighting by your side was something he didn’t expect to affect him so much. The way you researched the strengths and weaknesses of all three crews sailing and fighting together was admirable. Asserting yourself by asking Law to push and pull you closer to the fight with the Ope-Ope no Mi ability, while fighting side-by-side with Massacre Soldier Killer in close quarters, had him left wordless.

After the battle finishes, he watched as you hastily aided your crew of their injuries while disregarding your own; putting others first while adding pressure to your hand-gash, hovering it over your head to slow the bleeding. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He needed you to know how he felt about you, but being in the presence of Luffy and Law always seemed to bring out the more juvenile side of attitude. His simple attraction and infatuation with you had to be revealed to you in due time, but he couldn’t risk sounding like an idiot in front of you. He would have to simply wait until you were alone and unoccupied before he made his move to take care of you after taking care of others.

Slowly approaching you as you sat down against the tangerine grove aboard the Thousand Sunny, his shadow shrouded your form and prompted you to gaze up into his scarred, sheepish face. Your smile caused his heart to beat harder and his head to swirl with a variety of "what-ifs". Gulping back his insecurities, he knelt down in front of you.

“Let me take care of that for you,” he offered with a soft smirk, “You’ve done so much for others, and I think your hand needs some seeing to.”

“If you say so, Captain Kid,” you shrug, offering your injured hand delicately to him and listening to his every instruction as he treats you, “I wasn’t aware you had any medical training.” He straps your hand in a bandage, placing down the final ties before holding your injured hand in his.

“I don’t,” he shrugged with a smile atop his painted lips, “But I’ve lost an arm before, and I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

“You’re-...” he stuttered over his words, gazing at your hand before softly drifting his tired eyes up, “...-You amaze me. Truly, amaze me.” You place your other hand on his, never once removing your eyes from his face as he offers you such kindness.

“Thank you, sir,” you nod to him with a soft smile, “You amaze me, too.”

Stupidity: Roronoa Zoro

“Why would you do that?” Zoro roared at you, hovering his body over yours and caging your face-down body within a shield of his own. The gashes on your back were deep, your body weeping out the red essence and staining your clothes with it.

“C-Couldn’t risk yours,” you stuttered out with a soft smile, “H’was gonna g-get yours. Didn’t want you to wear the shame.” His eyes widened, filling with a steam of glossy tears that threatened to spill over the moment you stuttered out your confession. “That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Mark on the back is a swordsman’s greatest shame?”

Drip.

One after one, soft tears spilt down his cheeks and mixed with the fluids pooling at your back. He leaned down towards you, the heat of battle dying down with the swift, flaming kick of the blonde cook and giggling chuckles of your captain, Luffy.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he sniffed his sobs back as he leaned down to cage you, “Can’t you see? None of that fucking matters without you here.” He softly, tenderly moved you from your position on the floor to not disturb your wounds. He sat you up, cradling you against his broad chest and openly sobbed for you.

“When you get better,” he growled into your shoulder, “I will repay you for this. I will pay my debt to you.” His sobs got more desperate, not halting in the slightest when Trafalgar D Water-Law approached the two of you in your embrace.

“Let me get ‘em to the infirmary,” Law offered, gesturing for Bepo to ready the aid kit, “I’ll treat the wounds there-.”

“-I won’t leave them,” Zoro barked over your shoulder, your soft smile tugging at your cheeks in your hazy daze. “Let me go with you, Traffy. I won’t say a damn word to distract you, on my honor.” Law nods, raising his hand and spreading his fingers and offers the two words to switch positions within the infirmary: “Room, Shambles.”

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you laughed each time Zoro chastised you for your stupidity. Echos of: “There were so many other things you could’ve done instead,” and “You stumbled into that blade like a moron and took that hit for me, idiot.” You giggled through the pain, barely feeling it as Law worked to stitch you together again.

Upon regaining consciousness, you looked to your moss-haired crewmate and offered out your hand to his bicep. His head was bowed, arms crossed over his chest, and was assumed to be napping by your bedside. Feeling your touch, he was roused from his sleep and immediately leaned forward to bring his face beside yours.

“You’re a fucking moron,” he huffed, smiling in a melancholy grin. You laughed at his insult, squeezing his muscle before retracting your hand. As you nearly drew it away to your side, he caught your hand and brought your palm up to his lips.

“My fucking moron,” he confirmed, placing a soft kiss to your palm before using it to cup his face. “I love you.”

Duality: Massacre Soldier Killer

Staring up into your face while remaining silent, resting his masked face on the heel of his palm, he listened to your recount of a very specific childhood injury that left you with an interesting scar on your thigh. Killer’s eyes never left your face, his cheeks beginning to glow warm and vibrant beneath the shroud of his mask.

“So, let me get this straight,” Captain Eustass Kid held his hand in front of his face and gave it a gentle wave to halt your words, “That sick-looking scar wasn’t from any time you served with Luffy, but because you set off a fucking harpoon and speared yourself in the leg with it?”

Killer felt himself swoon at the melody your laugh thrust into the atmosphere. He was ever thankful his blue and white mask disguised how much he was smiling beneath the shroud.

“Yep,” you popped the ‘P’ afterwards, nodding in confirmation as you sat beside Usopp and drew your tankard up to your lips, “But I learnt from it, and it hasn’t happened since.” Killer sighed, his voice almost coming out in a soft moan to reveal his growing infatuation for you. Kid barked out a harsh gaggle of laughter, clapping you on the shoulder with his right hand and gestured for you to reveal it to them.

“Let me see it again, go on,” he chuckled, removing his hand and sitting back on his seat, “Use Killer’s thigh as a prop so we can see it properly. You don’t mind do you, big guy?” Killer absentmindedly and slowly shook his head, tapping his thigh twice with his hand for you to reveal your injury to the captain of the Victoria Punk, himself and your crewmate beside you.

“Alright,” you shrugged, standing beside Usopp and Killer and gently placed your foot atop Killer’s thigh and began hiking up your shorts to your hip, “Feast your eyes, Captain.” Sure enough, an interesting looking scar was revealed on your inner thigh, clear as day and sure as the sea is salty.

“Oh, fucking hells!” Kid gave you a hearty laugh, “You seeing this, big guy?” Kid turned his attention to his first mate, his smile only growing as he noticed the angle of Killer’s mask never left your face. Surprise was immediately thrust into Kid’s eyes, noticing the unwavering resolve in Killer’s posture.

You turned your attention down to the silent and broody first-mate, your face puzzled and eyes searching his mask for any further thought or action. He slowly drew his hands up to clasp around your ankle and calf, holding it firmly as he leaned forward.

“You’re perfect,” he offered in a breathy whisper, stroking your leg and gazing lovingly into your face, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

Your face flushed with a warmth at his words, eyes widening and looking down at his large hands as they held you so tenderly and delicately within his grasp. Smiling, you leaned forwards and placed your hand over his scarred left forearm with mischief in your eyes, asking him a simple question with a suggestive tone.

“Like what you see then, big guy?” At your question, Usopp nearly choked on his drink. You had never been this bold before, and this came as a shock to your crew’s skilled sniper. He covered his choking with a soft cough, turning away with a downturned smile and stifling his growing laugh.

“So much,” Killer confirmed, gently caressing your calf and looking up at you through half-hooded blonde lashes beneath his mask, “So, so much.”

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vacuously-true · 2 years ago

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It's so funny to me when people reblog math posts on this site and say shit like "this is homophobic" "this is an attack on queer people" like hello this is tumblr. OP is queer. Like we've got a HANDFUL of cishets here on mathblr but most of us are queer. Because it's tumblr. And everyone is queer on tumblr. If you see math on this site, a queer person probably put it there. Stfu about "gays can't do math" if it's on tumblr, gays can do it, that's why it's on tumblr.

And of course there is also a large and brilliant and beloved queer math community off of tumblr but I just think it's extra funny when people don't notice it ON TUMBLR.

Alan Turing didn't kick the Nazis' collective ass laying foundations for the field of computing and then go on to also lay foundations for the field of biomathematics, Leonardo Da Vinci didn't give us fundamental physical and mathematical diagrams used in engineering well beyond his time, Moon Duchin doesn't study the math of fair redistricting, Chad Topaz and Jude Higdon don't analyze criminal sentencing disparities, et cetera et cetera, for y'all to call math homophobic and an attack on the queer community.

#leemursays #mine #math #queer #tumblr #gay

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cooliestghouliest · 2 years ago

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pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

plot summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday! He said no presents but you said fuck that. He’s getting two.

word count: 4k+

cw: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI; this is smut; porn with plot; Eddie being mean to Gareth; handjobs and blowjobs and Gareth unknowingly being a bystander of both; there’s some cum stuff in here, too.

notes: set in early 1990s. reader and Eddie are both in early/mid 20s. let’s pretend the PlayStation had co-op online gaming so this story makes sense. a part two may be in store. let me know what you think. 😈

Working overtime at The Hideout was not something you necessarily wanted to do, but with Eddie’s birthday coming up, it was something you had to do.

As much as you would have liked them to, bills wouldn’t simply pause just because you wanted to save money to buy Eddie a PlayStation. No, you had to use your math-inept brain to start budgeting, getting some help from Steve, who’d just recently been hired to work at a local accounting firm.

While you were hoping Steve would magically find money hidden somewhere in your finances, you were annoyed but not surprised at his only solution:

“You need to pick up more shifts.”

You and Eddie had moved into an apartment just outside of Hawkins after Eddie had finally graduated, you having helped him through that dreaded English class so you could both walk the stage together. That had been three years ago now. Money was tight, sure, but the two of you never went without the essentials. There was always dinner to be had, clothes to be worn, cable to be watched.

Between you bartending and trying to get a degree part-time, and Eddie dealing and working at the auto shop part-time, you both managed to make just enough to stay afloat.

Sometimes Eddie would score a few hundred playing a gig with Corroded Coffin, and he’d use that to wine and dine you like the fancy little lady you were. His words, not yours. You knew Eddie liked to spoil you. You knew he hated he couldn’t do it more.

Many stoned late night conversations had been had between the two of you where he fantasized aloud about taking you country to country once the band made it big, fucking you in soft, plush, expensive hotel beds, and spoon feeding you gelato while watching the sunset on a balcony, your bodies wrapped in silk, name-embroidered robes.

Eddie was a total lush at heart. The most broke rich man you’d ever met. You assumed this was because he came from virtually nothing. You didn’t need everything he wanted to give you, but he made it clear on more than one occasion that once money wasn’t a barrier, he would treat you like a queen.

You felt like he already did.

This is why you sucked up the hatred you had for The Hideout and told Roy, your boss, you’d work whatever shifts he could give you for the next few weeks. You endured handfuls of handsy truck drivers, pretended to flirtatiously banter with beyond drunk bikers, and held back the powerful urge to gag while stroking the egos of middle aged business men who chose to go through their midlife crisis in a seedy, dimly lit bar.

Seeing the look on Eddie’s face when you slid the wrapped package across the small dining table in your kitchen made all of the extra hours of rum pouring and forced salacious smiles worth it.

He had been mid-sentence, talking about a client at the auto shop who he’d spent an hour after hours with, the guy telling him all about medieval torture devices. This didn’t surprise you. Eddie’s fascination with the macabre was one of the things that had drawn the two of you together in the first place.

The first time you’d officially met was in English class your junior year, his third senior year. You’d told him you lived in a funeral home because your dad was a generational mortician, and that one day you’d probably own and operate it once your father retired. You also told him your mom was a self-proclaimed psychic who held seances for family members of the dead following their services. Eddie open-mouth stared at you for at least an entire minute in silence before telling you that was the creepiest fucking thing he’d ever heard, and that he would never feel fulfilled in life until you invited him over so he could experience it all firsthand.

The rest is history.

“What is this?” Eddie asked, brown eyes wide as he observed the gift in front of him.

“I know we said no presents this year so we can save for the new car, but... you know how I had all those late night study groups I had to go to this semester?”

He nodded, long fingers toying with the black parchment wrapping paper.

“Weeeeeell, actually, I was working overtime at The Hideout,” you admitted, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy to hear you hadn’t been honest this past month, but you figured once he saw what you’d bought him (and what you’d had planned for the rest of the night), maybe he’d decide to let bygones be bygones. Not likely, as Eddie thoroughly enjoyed teaching you lessons as punishment for bad behavior, and you figured lying for weeks on end about attending study groups qualified as pretty bad behavior. You rushed out the next few sentences, smiling innocently and tilting your head to try and appear as cute as you possibly could, “It was so I could buy you that. For your birthday. Happy birthday, Eddie. Love you.”

Eddie’s brows lifted toward his hairline at your admittance, slow blinking a few times as your confession set in.

“We are definitely going to revisit all that at a later point,” Eddie warned, a ringed finger pointing at you. “Because that is so not okay. But -- ” he couldn’t help the excited, boyish grin that enveloped his features. “I really wanna open this and see what it is.”

You giggled in excitement at his eagerness, drumming your fingers on the table. “Okay, come on! Open it!” You would enjoy these few hours of spoiling him as he so frequently spoiled you, and you’d worry about whatever punishment he’d dole out when it came later.

And right now, the look of elation on his face as he unwrapped the PlayStation was worth however many studded belt spankings or denied orgasms you had in your near future.

“Fuck! Baby! No way!” he practically squealed, jumping up from the chair. It fell to the ground behind him with a clatter, but he paid no mind. He held the gaming console above him in awe. “You’re fucking kidding!”

“No, no kidding,” you answered, even though you knew his words were rhetorical. You could feel your cheeks growing sore with the smile stretched across your face, basking in his reaction. “There’s a real PlayStation in there, I swear.”

He laughed and protectively cradled the console under his arm, hurrying to you to slam his lips against yours in a kiss. No tongue, but plenty of fervor. “God, I fucking love you,” he muttered, placing small kisses on your nose and cheeks. “I mean, I’d fucking love you even if you got me nothing, or just, like, socks or something, but, shit, baby, this is -- I have to call Gareth! We can play King’s Field together now!”

A laugh bubbled out of your lips at his sudden change in direction, knowing Eddie was always at the whim of his impulses. You watched as he ran off to the living room to make the call. You knew Gareth would be waiting for it, as you’d told him to make sure he didn’t have plans on Eddie’s birthday, so the two of them could spend it playing the multiplayer game together late into the night.

It was all part of your grander birthday plan.

You waited until you heard Eddie’s voice rambling off to Gareth in the living room, the sounds of him unboxing the console to start to hook it up mingled into his conversation, before you disappeared into your bedroom to change.

Phase one, complete, success. Phase two, final phase, commence.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

It was about twenty minutes later when you reemerged from the bedroom, wearing nothing but a newly bought matching blood red bra and panty set. It was solid colored with black lace outlining the rim of both pieces, flattering against your skin tone.

Eddie was sitting on the edge of the La-Z-Boy, headset mussing down his wild curls, talking animatedly to Gareth about the skeletons they were currently fighting on the screen.

“No, no! Go left, go left! God damnit, Gareth, do you know what your left is?!”

Eddie was loud and mouthy enough as it is, but add in a game where he had the ability to lose and the whole apartment complex would be banging on their door come tomorrow morning with noise complaints. Hell hath no fury like a twenty-something man’s confidence in his pretend battling skills.

While some might find it annoying, you found Eddie’s unbridled passion for everything he was interested in endearing. He was someone who let himself be totally engulfed by the plot of a movie or a game or a story, attaching himself to the characters and their the ups and downs as if they were tangible and could be found in his own everyday life.

You were happy for his distraction as it gave you time to compose yourself and slowly stalk your way to the center of the living room, where the chair sat directly across from the TV.

By the time you made your way to the side of the La-Z-Boy, finally coming into Eddie’s peripheral vision, he was still berating Gareth for his poor sense of direction.

“I mean, what the hell, Gare, we learned our lefts and rights in, like -- oh, fuck.”

You’d brought you hand out to trail down the exposed skin of Eddie’s arm, watching it goosebump in your wake. He’d taken his shirt off at some point, much to your appreciation. Eddie’s attention was fully on you now, as was evident from his failed completed sentence to Gareth, who you could now hear through Eddie’s headset going, “Oh, fuck? What? What, oh fuck? You don’t even know how to talk, Munson.”

But Gareth went unheard by Eddie, who’s eyes were drinking in the sight of you in your lingerie set. His tongue darted out to lick at his lower lip, which he then pulled into his mouth to sink his top teeth into.

You offered him a playful smile, watching as his neck began to turn red, the color almost a perfect match for the satin set you had on.

Without a word, you dropped to your knees on the carpet in front of him, sitting between his legs.

“What -- what are you doing?” he managed to choke out.

Gareth’s voice through the headset: “What? Dude, I’m fucking going left like you told me to!”

“Shut up, Gareth,” Eddie warned, his brown eyes now full of fire for the sight before him.

He brought one hand to cover the mouthpiece of his headset, the other placing the controller on his lap to reach out and cradle your face. You leaned into it.

“What are you doing, baby?” Eddie asked again, but he knew. Especially from the wicked grin you were giving him now.

“Just play your game, Eddie,” you whispered, careful to be quiet so Gareth didn’t hear. You moved your head to rest your cheek on his thigh, staring up at him with big doe eyes as you brought the fingers of one hand to lightly trace the line of his zipper. “And don’t get caught. We don’t want Gareth to know what a bad girl I’m being, playing with your cock while you play with him.”

His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe it.

Not only had you gotten him exactly what he’d been wanting since it came out that prior winter, but now you were going to suck him off while he played it?

Jesus, how did he get so lucky?

“You are a fucking minx,” Eddie said, voice stern but his face lighting up in satisfaction as he readjusted himself on the chair, spreading his legs a bit wider.

He dropped the hand from the headset and picked the controller back up again just as Gareth was saying, “Eddie, man, are you still there? Your character’s been standing in the same place for, like, five minutes.”

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Sucking dick was not only one of your favorite things to do, but it was one of the things you were best at.

You prided yourself on how quickly you could work Eddie into a panting frenzy, how easy it was for him to lose control in your mouth, thrusting his hips to force you to take what you could and to choke back the rest.

But tonight you were taking it slow. Slow and sloppy. And you weren’t letting him do any of the work.

You’d only pulled his cock from his jeans, leaving his balls in the confines of the tight denim. You’d used so much spit that the fabric of his pants was soaking through to his boxer briefs. You watched his face intently as one of your hands wrapped around the thickness of him, stroking upwards in long, drawn out movements. You could tell he was trying to jerk his hips up but was failing, as your other hand was pressed into his side, trying its hardest to keep his body weight back against the chair.

“Greedy,” you scolded, clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

He smiled sheepishly, eyes meeting yours over his hands which were holding the controller against his chest. He stopped the movement of his hips even though he felt as if it physically pained him to do so.

You’d been working him with your hands and mouth for the better part of half an hour now, releasing him entirely any time he came close to coming. He’d let a whine out at one point, to which Gareth asked, “Dude, you good?” and Eddie had to scramble out in his lust addled brain an excuse as to why that type of noise had erupted from him. He didn’t even remember what he’d said to explain it away.

All Eddie wanted to do was come. He wanted to cover you in him, drench your face and chest as you’d drenched his pants and cock in your warm saliva. He kept picturing it in his head, in alarmingly graphic detail, which was making this video game very, very hard to concentrate on.

Eddie got the idea that maybe if you neared your breaking point too, he’d finally be allowed to come. His cock throbbed at the thought, a bead of precum oozing from his slit. You sucked it away. He groaned and rolled his eyes back, controller wobbling in his hand and threatening to fall to the floor.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied his grip again, pressing a few random assortments of buttons to make Gareth think he was still coherent and definitely not getting a blowjob from his girlfriend right now.

“Will you please play with yourself?” Eddie asked, trying to put forth his best pleading puppy dog eyes. This was his big plan. Get you to get yourself off so he could sneak his orgasm in there, too.

He clearly had forgotten to cover the mouthpiece because Gareth’s voice was incredulous on the other end.

“What the fuck, Munson? What do you mean? I can’t play with myself! We’re almost at the end, man! Don’t give up now!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, your head falling back for a moment at the exasperation in Gareth’s voice. Gareth was none the wiser, but just so you felt better, you made a mental note to buy him something nice or bake him those cookies you knew he liked, just for being such an unknowingly good sport during all of this.

Sticking your tongue out a bit, you bit down on the fleshy muscle in your mouth before rising more on your knees, leaning closer to Eddie. With the hand that was previously pushing his hips down, you covered his mouthpiece. “Is this a game you can win?” you asked. Your hand had stopped stroking now, and your fingers were instead running light pressured circles around the head of his weeping cock.

“Wha -- what? Uh, yeah... yeah, I can win,” Eddie stumbled, attention off the game momentarily to watch your hot little mouth move. “Just... fuck up a few more skeletons...”

“Okay,” you said, hand tightening on his member again, this time sliding it down slowly, twisting as you went. He hissed, trying to lean forward to capture your mouth with his own. You backed away, falling back down to your bottom as you continued playing with him in your hand. “Then win and I’ll let you come.”

Eddie huffed, trying to thrust his hips up for more friction but was stopped by your hand reclaiming its spot on his pelvis again, pushing him back down. If he wanted, he could absolutely overpower you. He could grab your wrists and pull you up into his lap, sliding the side of your panties over with one hand before impaling you on his wanting cock. He knows you’d let him. But he likes when you get like this, thinking you’re in control. It makes it all that much better when he finally flips the script and has you teary eyed begging for him to let you come.

“Gareth, I swear to fucking god, if we don’t win this game in the next three minutes, I’m never speaking to you again.”

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

It takes longer than three minutes, and it’s not because of Gareth.

Eddie keeps screwing up, pressing X when he should be pressing O; spamming the start button to bring up the game menu when you take him particularly deep into your throat; accidentally stabbing Gareth’s character with a sword instead of the skeleton because his eyes keep rolling into the back of his head with the words spilling from your filthy mouth.

It’s all, “tastes so good, Eddie,” and “can’t even fit you all in my mouth,” and “I’m dripping on the floor, want you so bad.”

Evil woman.

Evil, perfect woman.

Eddie sees a light at the end of the tunnel. Literally. In the game, the hallway he and Gareth had been running down is opening into the brightness of a lit arena. It’s the final stage. One more fucking skeleton and he can let go. He can turn this headset off and grunt and groan to his heart’s content without having to worry about Gareth thinking he’s a fucking creep.

“I’m almost there...” Eddie’s saying, and he’s kind of talking about winning the game, but is mostly talking about the orgasm he can feel tightening in his balls, swirling in his stomach, clenching in his thighs.

“Yeah, dude! We got this!”

Eddie does not want to hear Gareth’s voice right now. He wants to hear you, pretty and whiny, loving the noises you make when you make him come. He loves how much you love it. You’re not even the one coming, but you’re always right there with him, moaning about how good his warm seed feels inside you or all over you, wherever he decides to finish. You’re not picky.

Just then, Eddie jolts forward in the chair. The head of his hard length hits the back of your throat and you cough a little, sputtering as you move your head. Looking back over your shoulder at the TV screen, hand moving up and down Eddie’s slippery cock, you see the words 'YOU WIN' in radioactive green.

“Fuuuuuuck, yes!” Eddie shouts, throwing the controller in the air. He rips off the headset without saying goodbye to Gareth, dropping it to the ground as he turns his attention back to you.

He looks absolutely wrecked. Black bangs are clung to his forehead with sweat, his chest is heavy with labored breaths, his skin is tinged pink from being so worked up and then worked back down over and over for the past hour. He can’t believe he hasn’t accidentally came yet. He assumes it’s because his mind was preoccupied with the game, because now that his full attention is on you, remembering what you’re wearing, what you’re doing, and how you look so fucking good doing it, he doesn’t think he’s going to last.

“Baby, please, I wanna come,” he’s saying, bringing one hand to the back of your head, tangling it in your hair. He’s not guiding you or helping at all, doesn’t want to be in control yet, he just wants to touch you, needs to have his hands on you somehow. “I won, did you see, I won, I get to come, right? Please make me come...”

You bit back a self-satisfied look at his pleading, bringing both hands now to wrap around the length of him. It doesn’t need it, already soaking from being in your mouth, but you let a string of spit fall onto the head of his cock, making your hands glide even easier over the velvety hardness of him. You can feel him throbbing, his hips finally able to rock up into your touch.

“Are you gonna make me all messy, Eddie?” you ask, tilting your head down to look up at him with wide, faux innocent eyes.

He’s nodding, thrusts finding no rhythm, just trying to reach release. “Yeah, baby, you love it when I cover you in my come, get you all wet and sticky...”

“Uh-huh. Love when you help me clean it up, too.”

And that’s what does it.

Eddie let out a stilted moan, one that changed octaves, and he’s coming harder than he thinks he’s ever come before.

Thick ropes of white hit your cheeks, your chin, your neck, your chest.

You gasped at the contact, then let out a moan that made his toes curl into the carpet, licking your lips to catch anything that landed in tongue distance.

He watches it all. His eyes threaten to close but fuck no, he loves to see you get marked by him in the most primal of ways. Loves to watch his cock paint the prettiest portrait on you.

He brought his hand down to help you stroke him through it, wanting to feel your smaller fingers on his cock as he rode out his high.

Then he gave you what you love, helping you clean it up. He bent his head down and ran his tongue across your hot skin, scooping up as much of his release as he could. He grabbed you by the chin, pulling down until your mouth opened before spitting into your mouth, watching as you let it sit for a moment before closing your mouth and swallowing, your eyes heavy with arousal at his actions.

“Mmmm,” you sound, smiling dopily. You kissed at his lips, your hand still slowly stroking him as he softened.

He licked at your bottom lip before his tongue moved into your mouth and against yours, pulling you into his lap. You melted into his touch, becoming boneless flesh in his arms. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, clothed cunt pressed against his lower stomach. He hadn’t even touched you -- you hadn’t even touched yourself -- and yet you were still so slick for him.

That thought alone was enough to cause his cock to twitch, and he thanked the sex gods or whoever was in charge for gracing him with stamina tonight of all nights.

“Best,” kiss to your nose, “birthday,” kiss to your chin, “ever,” kiss to your lips.

You smiled against his lips, humming happily at his admission. This was exactly how you planned the night going. Surprise Eddie with a PlayStation and an explosive orgasm.

Then he just had to go and throw a curveball.

“I’ll be good to go in twenty minutes,” he conceded, fingers running featherlight down your bare back. “Then we’ll see what we’re gonna do about that lying mouth of yours.”

Damn it. The study groups. He remembered. Part of you hoped you’d sucked all the sense out of him, but apparently not.

“Mean,” you pouted.

Eddie’s eyes flashed wickedly, a lazy grin stretching across his face.

“Oh, I will be.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader

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rahedlinoodles · 1 year ago

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my top controversial Zim headcanon is that Zim actually performs absurdly well at skool because

1. he's a perfectionist with a compulsive reaction to ANY system of scoring

2. I 100% believe test scores are this guy's forte because he had to become an Invader SOMEHOW and he sure as hell wasn't passing based on the practical

3. He has hyper-advanced alien AI to do his homework for him. like come on.

meanwhile Dib is really only scraping by on raw intelligence and the inherent educational advantage of having a mad scientist father. He doesn't have TIME to study, there's an evil alien he has to stalk and besides, you know what's better than a high school diploma? The Nobel Peace Prize for proving the existence of extraterrestrial life.

#zim #dib #not actually my top controversial headcanon but i believe in working your way up to the cancelable stuff #anyway dib may or may not get more serious with it as he gets older #but at twelve years old i do not believe for a minute this kid gives a fuck about grades handed to him by stupid people #hes probably doing pretty okay at math and any sciences but i dont even want to IMAGINE how he performs on say #literature #he doesnt have time to read a whole BOOK hes trying to save the world here #though naturally if anyone pointed out to him that hey isnt it fucked up the literal alien is doing better in human subjects than you #we'd see a turn around REAL fast #that or hed just spend all his time trying to prove that zims been cheating which #yeah not likely to get him very far #<- op's tags #i actually agree with you #iz #i'm surprised why this isn't a more popular headcanon

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kanekoii · 1 year ago

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How do you think Luxiem and Noctyx would react to collabing with the Reader who is a popular indie vtuber and their kamaoshi?

lyra’s notes -> methinks…you should read and find out

pairings -> luxiem, noctyx x gn! indie vtuber! kamioshi! reader

!! since this is intended to be romantic sorta, reader is male in uki’s part !!

genre -> scenario

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> they all have a crush on u, food in mysta’s part, joking mention of death in fuglur’s

VOX AKUMA ->

he’s going full adorable fanboy about it, screaming with joy when you agree to collab with him and freaking out over it on his twitter- i mean x. xitter. he will be so stoked about the opportunity to talk to you in person when he usually just lurks in your chat. he’ll take the opportunity to flirt with you and try to show off a little bit, only to fail miserably and be met with a laugh. yet he still made you laugh, so mission accomplished. he was so excited to collaborate with you and make you laugh, and he’s sure to ask to collab in the future.

IKE EVELAND ->

compliments. so many compliments. he’ll straight up tell you how excited he is to work with you and how you’re his kamioshi. ike will be sure to tell you how adorable he thinks you are and just how much he genuinely admires you. he is so absolutely smitten that poor boy can barely handle talking to you without blushing or getting flustered. the more times you collaborate, the more used to it he’ll become and the more he’ll start to hint at his crush on you.

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

he didn’t even believe you’d ask. you’re his literal kamioshi and you asked to collaborate with HIM of all people? he’s absolutely grateful for the opportunity to work with you and be able to talk to you more than just occasional comments in your chat when he’s not streaming. it was an off-collab too, so you’d be seeing him in person to see if he was just as pretty off camera as he was on. someone (me) akasupa’d and asked to give opinions on each other and the revelation that you loved his content just as much as or even more than he loved yours had his heart soaring.

SHU YAMINO ->

he would get SO flustered and nervous before you hop on call together to play the horror game he had chosen. it would likely lead to poor boy getting more scared than usual just because he’s nervous to be talking to someone he admires that much for the first time. he would most definitely try to flex his math skills too as some weird way of trying to gain your attention. every time he makes you even smile with his silly comments, his heart will soar out of pure pride.

MYSTA RIAS ->

he’s keeping it cool. or at the very least, he’s trying to. he knows his personality type doesn’t appeal to everyone and he’s so happy when he finds that you actually enjoy his loud yet introverted personality and his weird antics. the stream you did together was you teaching him how to cook without poisoning everyone. please teach him how to wash rice properly and how to cook it without the starch water. please i’m begging teach him how to cook and he will be so happy, bragging to chat that he learned this recipe from you.

FULGUR OVID ->

hooligan wants to play co-op rage games with you just to see you mald and absolutely lose it. hear me out, what if he invites you to a crab game or among us collab and introduces you to everyone and he gets teased for teaming with you and trying to essentially carry you. instead of die for nari it’s die for you. he will see to it personally that you win every game you play together just as a little chance to impress you and get you to smile. that would make him SO happy.

SONNY BRISKO ->

cutie will be so taken aback to see you in his chats sometimes, so a collaboration would be more than heaven to him. he looks up to you and your content so much that he’s sure he’s dreaming when he has a full conversation with you on stream. your collective chats ship it SO much. imagine all the ship edits when you do a stream together in person as an off-collab.

UKI VIOLETA ->

(male reader for this one) he would definitely do a baking stream! much like the ones he’s done with his fellow nijisanji en members, he gives vague instructions and you try to figure it out from there. while uki is muted, his viewers would be subject to comments about oh my god he’s adorable he’s trying so hard to make me happy. ugh boy is down bad and let’s just say there will be so many more streams like that in the near future <3

ALBAN KNOX ->

he’s SO insanely shy and nervous it’s adorable. though, as the stream with you goes on, he becomes less nervous and goes back to his normal silly self. if he needs to, he’ll break out the mickey voice to make you laugh but that’s a last resort. his personality compliments yours in such a way that it’s just so enjoyable to watch, and he’s such a comforting person to be around as well.

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sgt-tombstone · 5 months ago

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Ghoap but make it that one bit from B99

Ghost: are you trying to “Monty Hall” me?

Roach: …

Ghost: that’s unbelievable. I don’t need Monty Hall ruining my place of work when Month Hall has already ruined my home life

Roach: *regretting every life choice*

Gaz: come on sir, the math thing isn’t the problem. Solo ops have been keeping you and Soap apart. You two just need to bone

Ghost: what did you say?

Roach: don’t say it again

Gaz: I said you two need to bone

Ghost: how… dare… you… Sergeant Garrick. I am your superior officer!

5 minutes later

Ghost: BONE!

10 minutes later

Ghost: what happens in my bedroom, sergeant, is none of your business

21 minutes later

Ghost: BONE!?

40 minutes later

Ghost: don’t ever speak to me like that again

Roach: why did you do that?

Gaz: dude was pent up. Now he knows. Problem solved

and then, of course, Ghost and Soap bone and the problem is solved lmao

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #kyle gaz garrick #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #source: brooklyn nine nine #tombstone's epitaphs #tombstone’s silly hcs

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1000sunnygo · 5 months ago

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Hi, I'm the asker with the SJ magazines. I do have those bonus pages! I uploaded them here (tinyurl/3w5ssa3b) & on imgur (/a/EUYFaMt). They're part of a bonus segment included in the volumes - I wrote about it on the wiki (/One_Piece_School#Bartolomeo's_New_Wo_Student_List), but it's pretty short since I can't read it. And no need to force yourself for other chapters! I'm happy for anything OP to be translated, no matter the amount. Similarly, would you want any future Law/School stuff?

😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU!!!!

woah these are some great details??

Longpost ahead, here's a summary of Bartolomeo's New World Middle investigation notes!

SH and friends' favorite school subjects

Luffy and Zoro: Physical education

Nami: Science, Maths, Geography

Sanji: Physical education, Home economics

Usopp: Art

Chopper: Science (Health)

Robin: History, Linguistics

Franky: Chemistry, Engineering

Brook: Music

Vivi: Japanese language and literature

Coby: (Currently improving in) all subjects

(Buggy is mad about not being included ha)

Classroom Layout

The four free seats are for students who randomly join from other grades and classes (ie. Hancock). Upper left features a special corner for Uta to join virtually. (She can also sit beside everyone randomly and make friends, as shown at the bottom)

Yamato is contemplating about where to seat after transferring to NW Middle, Luffy says "come join us ASAP and let's have fun at school!*

Luffy senpai's relationship chart

Other than ones I've previously translated, here are the rest:

Barto -> Luffy: "LU-LU-LU-LU-LUFFY-LUFFYYY SENPAI!!"

Luffy -> Barto: "Do you know me?"

Croc -> Luffy: "I can take you on a great adventure. So come to my side."

Luffy -> Croc: "You come to MY class! (?)"

Kaido -> Luffy: "I'll push you down the pits of hell."

Luffy -> "Try me whenever you want!"

Kaido -> Yamato: "Become Oni Middle's representative!"

Yamato -> Kaido: "I've joined Straw hat Luffy's class!"

Yamato -> Luffy: "I'll stop Oni Middle and then get to your class!"

Luffy -> Yamato: "I'll wait for you in the class!"

Luffy -> Sabo: "A really kind big brother!"

Sabo -> Luffy: "Take good care of your friends!"

Ace -> Sabo: "You coddle Luffy too much, man!"

Sabo -> Ace: "And you worry about Luffy just as much, don't you?"

Luffy -> Ace: "Ace is strong!"

Ace -> Luffy: "Huff.. what a high maintenance little brother!"

Lucci -> Luffy: Don't violate school rules!

Luffy -> What is 'school rules'?

Smoker -> Luffy: "All you do is stir more trouble!"

Luffy -> Smoker: "I enjoy the school more than anyone!"

Garp -> Luffy: "I trained your ass off to make you a strong teacher!"

Luffy -> Garp: "I don't wanna be a teacher!"

Luffy -> Aokiji: "He's a cool teacher! Probably!"

Aokiji -> Luffy: "Well.. try to get along with everyone, would you.."

Backpack Sneak peek

Doing the entire page for this one.

Uniforms, emblems

NWS has relaxed rulings on uniforms. Boys are allowed to wear whichever shirt they want under their gakuran, girls can choose the color of their scarves. Teachers have their uniform too but Aokiji (probably all teachers) don't really care.

The section below are rejected school emblems proposed by students. Aokiji was lazily okaying all of them but Smoker kept him in line lol

Luffy's Design

Luffy: The meat turned out lookin' really tasty, right?

Coby: Isn't it an assortment of Luffy san's treasures?

Usopp's Design (the Kanji says "New")

Usopp: Well, this is how it'll turn out if it's Me to decide.

Nami: Great drawing but too self-assertive!

Robin's Design (She wrote "New" and drew a world. Perfect)

Chopper: Scary! What's this? Why a face??

Robin: It's cuter like that.

Chatroom photos

Lowkey contemplating about lettering all of them but I think I've kept the ask hanging long enough 🙈 These are adorable!

Lack of source has always been frustrating, but I don't think Law has a lot of extra contents to miss out on 😩 If I find something I'd like to source-check, I'll make sure to knock you, so thanks again! ❤️❤️

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proshippers-against-censorship · 16 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/proshippers-against-censorship/762593489808752640/memes-arent-meant-to-be-taken-that-seriously-but

This reminds me of a reddit comment I saw on the dad jokes subbreddit.

The joke was:

"My former partner keeps asking me for help with her algebra homework.

I'm getting tired of solving for ex."

The top comment, that has far too many upvotes for this nonsense:

"Hopefully X >= 18. Kinda sus if they're still doing algebra homework."

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN? Why does this person think this is a good response??? It's a joke! Why are they assuming the op is a literal dad who's confessing to formerly dating someone doing algebra??? Redditor, it's a style of joke not a confession! Why are you applying morals to a joke?????? Also, redditor if you're here, colleges offer algebra classes too, why are you age gatekeeping math/school courses? Also also redditor, a relationship isn't inherently okay just because both people are at least 18, an 18 y.o. is not a 30 y.o. peer.

No but seriously, please help me understand this person...it was a joke...why are they trying to use it to show off how good they are for being against something the majority of people do know is wrong and don't do? When I see things like this I don't think "Wow! What an upstanding person!", I think "What's wrong with you? Are you hiding something or do you just have low self-esteem?" and "Please shut up".

Can't even make dad jokes anymore :( what has the world come to?

#proshippers against censorship #jackal barks #proship please interact #proshippers please interact #proship positivity #proship #proshipper safe #proshipping #proshipper #anti anti #ask #asks #pro stance

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redlenai · 4 months ago

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So... hear me out, this is my re-do of Umbrella Academy season 4 and also the finale. So, we know Allison made a deal with Reginald and they ended up in a new world without powers and all that, and instead of getting new, weird ones, they get their original powers back, but they took only a sip of the marigold, so they are failing and not always active at will (Otherwise, Klaus, Allison, Laila and Viktor would be too OP again).

Allison got her daughter back, husband left her, I prefer that that way. I also LOVED HER in season two so why not let her be a hairdresser still? With a succesful one amongst old ladies and vintage enthusiasts. She doesn't want any of her clients dating her siblings, she is keeping her business!

Luther instead of a stripper, what about bringing back him being number 1? But not necessarily a glamorous job, but a fullfilling one with people like him who wants team work and maybe start doing some personal healing, so let's make him a Camp Counselor. He is the leader of a group of kids, kids that listen to him better than his siblings, he is nice, he is there for them, he may not be the wisest but he is attentive and sensitive, so I think that would be a good spin for him. Some moms would fawn over him, who doesn't love a big teddy?

Diego and Laila, I love they got twins, I would have liked to see them more. I would have loved for everyone to be more involved to the niblings, so Diego, I would have left him all his fighting techniques, those could had nothing to do with his perfect aim powers so he still had them. I could see him having a Dojo in a Mall and secretly teaching his daughter how to fight. Yes, Laila being totally against.

Laila I really like that growth in the beginning, mom of three, doing undercover. I liked she acknowledged being an assassin almost her entire life then this change its too sudden, yes, secrets aint good but instead of being nasty to her family, keeping that bag out of the house seems correct for me.

Klaus, hear me out, him being a germaphobe, sober, clean is golden. His fear of permament, genuine, death is glorious, and I feel so sad they didn't dive more into him stepping up for Claire, you could tell he loved his niece and even with all his flaws he was there for her and did those changes for her too, not only because of Allison's support. I think his world should have been his niblings now, he'll endure the germs of his niblings and only theirs, his siblings need to wash their hands three times and use some alcohol before touching him.

Ben, nothing much to say. He is Sparrow Ben so yes, to me him doing a bitcoin scam its perfect, I think its the only thing from the beginning of the season that I won't change one bit. I'm also keeping Luther being the one trying to incoorporate him to the family. Still a bitch, but behaves in front of the kids

Viktor, what did they do to my man. Listen, instead of him being a douche with ladies and being so far away and in a damn bar, hear me out. Violin teacher, close to family, simple as that, some of his students are making progress... his ears are no longer bleeding during sessions!

Now, Five. You know, he was in his 60s. Reaching his 70s after this one final timeskip right? (I'm not good at math). I think I would have spin things very differently for him, first, a young body is just that, a young body. He is still older than all of his siblings, he still experienced solitude, trauma and more. So I can picture him not being as sharp as before, mind sliping, stubborn, everyone tries to deny it, but Five is aging, he needs help. Instead of working for the CIA, just an old man in a young body, winning some chess contests for the thrill but tired, maybe sharing a decent apartment with Luther and Ben since the first was the first one to notice these changes.

I wouldn't have changed much of the plot, Marigold and Durango? Having to destroy all timelines? Ok, let's keep that but let's chance the way how it works. Besides, I would have introduced the Fives hanging around in the Subway quite a bit earlier or removed it entirely.

Main plot: Finding Jennifer, Reginald and Abigail come to the conclussion that the clearance IS the monster, IS the end of the world just like how it happened, but it isnt.

Sub-plots: Diego still not trusting Laila or not appreciating what he has, Klaus having a panick attack and afraid of losing all the progress he has made so far, Five's slowly going senile (Getting his powers and being able to access the Subway makes it worse), Viktor wanting closure about all the abuse Reginald has caused them.

I did like the Cult and the Umbrella effect, but lets not involve the CIA, that was a bit just too much. But I liked Abigail sabbotaging her love, I think the gang deserved to get to know her a bit better and see what was that their father longed for so long.

But understanding doesn't mean forgiving.

Laila and Five do get lost for 7 years in the Subway, Laila seeing now instead of Luther how Five IS older, IS an old man, IS aging and NEEDING his family close. I really got this image of the scene being them taking shelter in that green house, nothing romantic happens between them, just Five appreciating Laila is there just to make an odd comment "Wish the others cared to visit", then Laila having to remind him they were lost and needed to get back.

Diego, instead of having his awakening in the CIA, he just goes from sibling to sibling, yes, he does the talking! He still jumps into conclussions but now seeks imput!

Klaus as said is terrified of having his powers back, all his terrors come back to haunt him, he doesn't fall back onto the drugs in an instant, nor the alcohol. Instead of taking that TV, I really wanted Claire to be his anchor, I know, she shouldn't have such a responsability, but who wouldn't want to help the family that choose to keep the closest when you needed the most? He forgives Allison, then instead of the whole medium thing and being buried alive (despite the last being actually a reference to the comic and how originally Reginald trained him), he slowly goes back, sometimes its hard to remember too all the progress you made with your gift/curse, and thanks to not have used too much marigold helped him to gradually get used to it, especially alongside his sister and niece.

Ben and Jeniffer are in the run from Hargreeves and the Keepers, instead of them getting that rash then evolving into a monster, let's go back to my point of interest: Niblings.

Well, instead of a fricking monster, what if Ben and Jennifer just got a baby on the way, one that was growing way too fast, but not as much as the 43 children. Ben doesn't trust nor feel the others are family, he doesn't want them, his real family is dead, that's a fact.

Well, let's say seeing your love at first Durango suffering a weird pregnancy that is causing those weird stuff (I liked the Earthquackes, dead animals, people dead by ink), enemies right and left, not sure if she survives, she dies, there is a baby or monster on the way... kind of makes you want the group of nosy assholes back, especially if something bad happens to you or the mom.

II like that Abigail seemed to care about the gang, I was surprised Reginald even talked about them, so I can imagine her just wanting to care for them, so what if the gang talked during their "visit" about their kids too, wait, does that mean Reggie has grandkids? Are these my grandkids? or step-grandkids at least?

So I think the finaly argument between Reginald and Abigail should have been, yes, he should have left her die, that they were wrong, that's not the end of the world, that is a new beginning. Reggie, do the right thing, that's the 4th grandchild you won't be able to meet.

We have part of the gang trying to help soon to be Daddy Octopus prevent the Keepers, Hargreeves agents and yes, the CIA as its own thing, from entering. Then another half helping Jennifer, the birth happens.

And that is the ending, everything fades to white.

"In October 1st of 1989.... nothing out of the ordinary happened. To be exact, the actual date is (Insert modern time). I'm just watching over a... peculiar family that found each other"

Then we have in said park the whole gang, people that didn't die nor did go to the Temps Aeternalis. Umbrellas and Sparrows as well.

There, happy ending.

#The umbrella academy #Umbrella Academy #fix-it #TUA #TUA season 4 #red rambles

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in1-nutshell · 10 months ago

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MORE SG BLACK ARACHNIA BUDDY

I'm stuck on a retelling of the episode where meltdown and black arachnia work together. But it's just meltdown pulling some extremism by essentially kidnappy buddy and saying, "I'm either gonna fix it by turning it full organic or kill it, which ever comes first". And Buddy is desperately on the phone with Optimus like

Op - look, I'm coming, but don't you have Decepticon allies that you can call?!?!

Buddy who knows that if Megatron knew she was in danger, then the island would simply be collateral damage - ...no

HAHAHAHA! I love the little description of the call there!

Here is the unintentional, intentional, after math of the Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister gets kidnapped by Meltdown

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, kidnapping, slight mention of torture, mention of burns, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

How did Buddy end up here?

Strapped to an experimental table, shock collars adoring her neckcables and servos, too many muti-colored patches one her frame while a disgusting Puddle Man taking notes on a weird looking monitor.

Buddy would have to start from last week to be able to tell you that.

Buddy had stayed on Dinobot Island for the night trying to calm down from that night’s events.

The Dinobots were more than happy to have Buddy over though they were worried about what happened the night before.

Buddy is sitting and patting Swoops head as Snarl keeps guard of the cave entrance.

Grimlock is sitting behind her.

“Buddy ready to talk?”--Grimlock

Buddy continuing to pat Swoop.

“No.”--Buddy

“Why?”--Grimlock

“Because I said so.”--Buddy

“You say that not real answer.”--Grimlock

“Well—”--Buddy

“And that way to—erm—avoid question.”--Grimlock

“… When did you get so smart?”--Buddy

Grimlock puffing chassis a bit in pride.

“Grimlock smartest of Dinobot’s!”--Grimlock

“Yes, you are.”-Buddy

“So… Buddy talk, now?”--Grimlock

“No.”--Buddy

Buddy made sure she went back to the base as soon as the next boat had arrived near the island and beelined straight to the base.

To her surprise and slight hurt, no one had noticed she had gone the night before.

Not even Megatron.

Then again, she couldn’t blame him.

The Elite Guard was still on Earth after all, he had more things to worry about.

After a week, Buddy decided to do something she hadn’t done in a while.

Buddy walking towards the exit of the base.

“And where do you think you’re going at this early in the morning?”--Starscream

Starscream leans against the cave wall with his arms crossed.

“I’m taking a walk outside.”--Buddy

“Don’t you have a med bay to re arrange again?”--Starscream

“I’m taking the day off.”--Starscream

Starscream’s wings slightly perk in question.

“You? Taking a day off? Has Megatron finally grabbed his bearings and asked you then?”--Starscream

“Asked me what?”--Buddy

“Ask you to—”--Starscream

Megatron appears behind him scaring the two.

“Go one Starscream what were you going to say?”--Megatron

Starscream chuckles a bit nervously.

“Ah he isn’t doing any harm now Megatron.”--Buddy

“Yet.”--Starscream

“Shh! Anyway’s I was telling him that I was taking the day off today. I sent the message through the link, and I was going out for a walk—”--Buddy

“You are… taking the day off?”--Megatron

“Yes? Why is it so hard for you two to believe that.”--Buddy

“Lugnut wouldn’t believe you.”--Starscream

“Oh that’s a bit of a stretch—”--Buddy

“Hey Lugnut!”--Starscream

Lugnut stops walking with Blitzwing by his side.

“Why is everyone awake? No one is up by this—”--Buddy

“Buddy says she’s taking the day off.”--Starscream

Random starts laughing hysterically while Lugnut looks confused.

“Buddy…taking the day off?”--Lugnut

“OH, COME ON! I am not that bad! I can take a break when I want to.”--Buddy

All the Decepticon’s having flashback’s of dragging Buddy away from her work or to sleep at a decent time, some getting out with injuries.

“…”—All the Decepticon

“…Look I’m going out today for a walk. No one is going to call me unless someone is dying.”--Buddy

Buddy hops off the ledge and swings away from the group who is left astounded.

“…So this is the future you have in mind Megatron?”--Starscream

“Starscream I swear…”--Megatron

While on the walk someone pinged her on her commlink.

Despite what she had just told the entire team an hour earlier, she still took the call.

Blame the anxiety and bad habits.

It was Prime.

“Hello?”--Buddy

“Prowl where—Buddy?”Optimus

“…Hey Prime…”--Buddy

“Wait don’t hang up, please!”--Optimus

Buddy pauses a bit.

“Go on…”--Buddy

“How are you?”--Optimus

Buddy lets out a shaky vent.

“As okay as I can be Prime. I take it you didn’t call me on purpose?”--Buddy

“No—I mean—that came out wrong…”--Optimus

“…Hey Optimus… I never got to tell you how sorry—”--Buddy

“No.”--Optimus

“What?”--Buddy

“You are not going to say sorry. You had good intentions that night. It on them now. If we are going to blame anyone it should be me—”--Optimus

“And I’m going to stop you there too.”--Buddy

“Wait no, I’m still stopping you.”--Optimus

“But now I’m stopping you.”--Buddy

“No, I am.”--Optimus

“No, I am!”--Buddy

“No, I am!”--Optimus

Silence.

Both friends on the line end up laughing.

They both knew it was going to be okay.

At least with them.

Sentinel and Elita were still another story.

“Why did you originally call for anyways Prime? You didn’t want to speak to your friendly neighborhood Spider?”—Buddy

“What I—I mean—”--Optimus

“I’m just messing with you Optimus. Tell away.”--Buddy

“I was trying to get a hold of Prowl. So much has been going down on the base. Mainly everyone has been a bit more… chaotic than usual. I was calling because I have a lens Prowl wanted.”--Optimus

“What kind of lens?”--Buddy

“His nature camera lens on Dinobot Island had gotten cracked last week and he has been… a bit moodier without seeing his birds.”--Optimus

“Well Optimus today’s your lucky day. I have the day off and—”--Buddy

“You have the day off? Really?”--Optimus

“Why is everyone surprised about this? I can take breaks.”--Buddy

Optimus having a flashback to the Academy were Elita, Sentinel and him dragging Buddy out of the study room with dents on them all.

“… Right…”--Optimus

“Anyways I can go to the island and fix it myself.”--Buddy

“I don’t want to interrupt—”--Optimus

“You’re not interrupting anything Prime. Anyways it gives me an excuse to go see the boys.”--Buddy

“Thanks Buddy, you’re a life saver.”--Optimus

“You got it Prime.”--Buddy

Now she was on Dinobot Island.

She managed to find the camera, but its lens wasn’t just broken.

It had some sort of … burns…

Buddy needed to inspect this more. Nothing on the island could have done these types of burns. Nothing organic at least.

She grabbed the camera when she heard some familiar pede steps.

Buddy turns to see the Dinobots coming towards her.

Buddy waves hello.

“Hey, guys!”--Buddy

Dinobots running faster.

“Hey, you slow down now…”--Buddy

Dinobots run even faster.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—”--Buddy

Dinobot’s tackle Buddy to the ground.

“Guys…as much as I love you all… I’m not…as durable…as you…”--Buddy

“Dinobot’s get off Buddy who is just lying in a silhouette crater.

“Ow…”--Buddy

Grimlock picks Buddy up with one servo and dusts her off a bit.

“Thank you—Hold on what is that?”--Buddy

Buddy looks at a familiar looking burn on Grimlock’s thigh.

Grimlock shivers a bit as Buddy’s servo comes near the wound.

Buddy turns to see the others have similar burns.

“What happened?”--Buddy

“Dinobots… umm… Me Grimlock…”--Grimlock

“Is something hurting you?”--Buddy

Grimlock shaking his helm.

“…Is someone hurting you?”--Buddy

A hesitant nod from all three.

Buddy got out her med kit to look at the burns while gently petting them.

Buddy asked what happened to them after caring for each burn the best she could with her supplies.

They told Buddy that some puddle man hurt them.

Buddy’s optics harden.

Someone was hurting her friends.

They were going to pay.

Pay dearly.

Buddy finishing up the last injury.

“By any chance, do you remember the last place the ‘Puddle Man” was?”--Buddy

“Yes, it near gorge.”--Grimlock

Buddy nodding her helm slowly.

Grimlock suddenly looked nervous.

“Buddy not going to go see ‘Puddle Man’, right?”--Grimlock

“I just want a talk to the ‘Puddle Man’.”--Buddy

Buddy begins to move forward, but Grimlock quickly blocks her.

“No! Buddy no go! Puddle Man hurt Buddy!”--Grimlock

Snarl and Swoop nod their helms in agreement.

“I’ll be fin—”--Buddy

“No!”--Grimlock

Buddy shoots a web upwards and swings out of the Dinobot circle.

“Sorry guys! But someone’s going to pay for this!”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Grimlock

Buddy quickly disappears into the bush.

Grimlock turns to Swoop.

“Get Truck bot.”--Grimlock

Swoop nods hurriedly and flies off.

As Buddy swung towards the gorge, something cut off her webs making her tumble to the ground. She slammed her helm on a sharp rock causing her to black out.

That brings us back to the present.

The Puddle Man had introduced himself as Meltdown.

Some wannabe scientist that got himself into a bit of an accident making him look like this, ‘Puddle Man’.

Buddy had tried to get out of the bonds but after a couple volts of electricity and a couple dozen acid burns to the pedes later Buddy decided that it was going to be better to wait it out for an opportunity to show up.

“Let me get this straight. You want to make me fully organic… so you can figure out how to turn yourself back to human? Am I missing anything?”--Buddy

“That sum everything up, yes.”--Meltdown

“Do you take constructive critic?”--Buddy

“…I’ll allow it.”--Meltdown

“That is the dumbest thing I have heard today.”--Buddy

“WHAT?!”--Meltdown

“You’re trying to turn me, someone who isn’t organic by nature, to become fully organic. We both have different biology and not to mention the methods of—”--Buddy

Meltdown cranks the electricity collars on making Buddy scream.

“I’d watch your tone if I were you. If I don’t find out a way to make you fully organic, you’ll be discard like the rest.”--Meltdown

Buddy giving him the stink eye while side eyeing the mismatched bones and fur in the corner.

“You can’t even dispose of your own garbage Meltdown.”--Buddy

“I’m going to enjoy this.”--Meltdown

“Enjoy whaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”--Buddy

The collar sparks with more voltage than before while Meltdown looked down at her with a sadistic smile.

Buddy didn’t know what was more surprising.

The fact that her original frame and organic frame was still intact from the electricity and burns or the fact that Meltdown had to leave his lab to use the bathroom.

Buddy wasn’t going to push it any further.

She managed to get a hold on the com link that was still in her audial and pressed on it.

“Optimus—”--Buddy

“Buddy where are you!?”--Optimus

Buddy wincing a bit at the volume.

“Shush! Prime, you’re going to get me caught.”--Buddy

“Caught?! Caught by who?”--Optimus

“You familiar with ‘Meltdown’?”--Buddy

Optimus paling on the other end of the line.

“Yes.”--Optimus

“I’m in some lab of his and I can’t exactly get out.”--Buddy

“I’m already on my way.”--Optimus

“That’s—urgh—fast.”--Buddy

“One of the Dinobots came and asked for me. We’re half way to the Island now.”--Optimus

“Oh, thank the Allspark.”--Buddy

“Did he hurt you?”--Optimus

“…Do you really want that answer?”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Optimus

“I’m just trying not to look at them and get nervous.”--Buddy

“We’re almost to the shore.”--Optimus

“Good.”--Buddy

“Buddy, have you tried contacting your… team?”--Optimus

Buddy already having the vision of the island engulfed in flames.

“…No, I haven’t but there’s a good reason—”--Buddy

Toilet flushes.

“Prime I have to go! Find Me Prime!”--Buddy

Buddy releases her commlink silently tensing when Meltdown comes in.

“Shall we continue?”--Meltdown

Now all she had to do was stall Meltdown until Prime came.

Meltdown came back and began fiddling around with some of Buddy’s buttons near her helm.

To her horror she saw him press the mainlink to the Decepticon base, the one that would radio into the main computer.

While he was prodding around a few drops of acid fell on her.

She screamed as the acid met her chassis.

Buddy heard someone in her audial talking to her, but she couldn’t quite put her digit on it.

Mentally and physically.

Meltdown had somehow managed to figure out the link was something important and decided to play around with it.

He smeared more acid on her chassis.

She wailed in agony.

There was a bunch of noise in her audial now, but it eventually faded away as she blacked out from the pain.

When Buddy woke up again into was slow and painful.

Her optics were hazy and unfocussed, mainly seeing giant blobs.

She tried focusing on her senses first before dealing with everything else.

Buddy’s back was still on the table, but the patches were gone and so were the collar around her neck and servos.

Speaking of servos, something or someone was holding onto one of them with a death grip.

Strange enough, the touch felt familiar, nostalgic even.

Buddy tried focusing her vision on what was holding her servo and nearly had a spark attack right there.

It was Elita.

Okay this was surely a dream or Meltdown had failed to make her completely organic and this was her mind making a scenario to ease her into death.

She finally had enough consciousness to finally look around the room and was now fully convinced she was dreaming.

Next to Elita who was looking sadly at their intertwined servos was Optimus and Sentinel with Ratchet.

The three mechs seemed to also be looking across the room to…

Oh, Primus, why were they doing here?!

And how where the Bots not dead!?

On the other side of the room was Megatron with Blitzwing and Starscream glaring at the other Autobots.

Buddy gave Elita’s servo a squeeze making her snap up to look at Buddy smiling weakly.

Buddy gives Elita’s servo a bit of a squeeze.

Elita’s helm snaps up to see Buddy smiling weakly at her with barely opened optics.

“What’s with the look? Someone died?”--Buddy

Elita practically launches herself onto Buddy, hugging and crying on her neckcables.

Everyone else in the room finally understood that Buddy was awake now and tried to reach for Buddy.

Buddy gives them each a smile before motioning the door.

Motioning for privacy.

Her team was hesitant to leave, but eventually followed the Autobot’s out.

Elita finally released Buddy.

“Buddy, Buddy I’m so sorry—hic—I’m so sorry!”--Elita

“It’s okay Elita—”--Buddy

“No, it’s not! Look what happened to you! You nearly died here and…and--”--Elita

Buddy slowly takes her twins servo in her own.

“Things…things happen Lita…”--Buddy

Buddy pauses waiting to hear Elita tell her not to call her that.

She doesn’t.

“Somethings are out of our control, and we can’t just stick in one place for the rest of our lives. I got turned into a techno organic and made peace with it. This is a part of who I am now, and I accept it. Imagine if I didn’t and was bitter about it? I wouldn’t want to live a life were the only thing I have to look forward is revenge or something.”--Buddy

Elita sniffs a little bit.

“You took my place though. Aren’t you a little bit mad at me? At Optimus? At Sentinel?”--Elita

“I did at first. I wanted to blame everything on you guys and those Spider’s. But you know what Lita? It isn’t any of you guys’ fault. I made my decision back at that cave and I don’t regret it. Not for a nanoclick.”--Buddy

“But—”--Elita

“If I had the option of going back to that moment, I wouldn’t change a thing. I…I love Lita, and nothing’s going to change that.”--Buddy

Elita now fully sobbing on her twin.

Buddy starts bawling too as she hugs her back.

“Hey, I know this is off topic, but what happened to Meltdown?”--Buddy

Elita scowls.

“He got away. But don’t worry, I don’t thinks he’s coming anywhere near you ever again.”--Elita

“If you say so…”--Buddy

Buddy clung to Elita’s side as they both made their way out of the lab.

Buddy found it a bit funny how everyone was outside on their respected sides some silently glaring more than others.

Turns out the Dinobot’s had taken liberties to act as mediators between the two factions if things got out of hand.

Buddy waving at the group.

“Hi!”--Buddy

Dinobot’s waving back happily.

Buddy’s view was suddenly blocked by Megatron’s chassis.

“Are you all, right? Why are you even standing? Did the doctor do a good job? You shouldn’t be standing.”--Megatron

Megatron scoops Buddy up into his arms and walks back to his side.

Optimus looks relieved.

Sentinel too but tries to hide it in front of the Decepticon’s.

Ratchet also visibly relaxes a bit.

Starscream and Blitzwing stand close to Megatron nearly shielding Buddy from the other’s view.

“If there are any further complications—”--Ratchet

“I know where to find you field tech.”--Megatron

Megatron nods at the Autobot’s before taking off with Buddy in his arms with Starscream and Blitzwing following suite.

“Do you think she’ll be all right?”--Sentinel

“Of course she is. Don’t count her out of anything kids.”--Ratchet

Ratchet’s right. We’ll see her again, maybe not soon, but we will eventually.”--Elita

Optimus smiles at his friends.

“Let’s go home.”--Optimus

Meanwhile at the Decepticon base.

Megatron walks straight to Buddy’s room closing the door behind him.

He gently places Buddy down on the berth.

He sits down next to her.

“…Megatron—”--Buddy

“Not now.”--Megatron

He gently grabs her smaller servo in his.

Buddy slightly blushes at the action.

“…We can talk about this later.”--Buddy

“Yes, but now…”--Megatron

His servo lets go of her’s and pulls her into a side hug mindful of the injuries.

Buddy leans into his frame venting softly as exhaustion starts taking a toll.

“Buddy… there is something I need to tell you. I—”--Megatron

Megatron looks down to see Buddy fast asleep.

He chuckles a bit and gently places her on the berth.

His servo lingers on her’s before letting go.

He goes to the door and quietly walks out.

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