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black-coffee-and-sugar · 3 years

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The Last Gauntlet & Kara

i have... thoughts:

- first off, the episodes were inappropriately named, especially 6x20

- and the way they have made alex so insufferable these past few episodes, like why do they turn everything they touch into garbage

- acrata and andrea in general were so underused this entire season. does she even have 20 mins worth of screentime if you add them all up? she deserved more but good for you julie, collect that pay cheque and give them the bare minimum

- i do like that lena has reached a point in her life where she can advise someone like andrea without it feeling hypocritical

- lena was the only one with a brain cell. can't believe they were actually willing to siphon the sun's energy and fuck over the planet for 6 months. "i'll fix it" fucking how kara

- the way lena was so resigned about kara's reckless plan and she just decided to go to the bridge with kelly and alex. it's almost like she didn't want to be around to witness kara do something so stupid

- lex is just a fucking man. a man with no powers mind you. why is he so hard to beat? why is it that the superfriends, 5/7 who have actually powers, can't beat him and his stupid arm canon? why is he the ultimate big bad instead of the very powerful imp with reality warping abilities?

- most of the first half was just filler if you ask me, unnecessary danvers sister tension, alex being an intolerable asshole, nyxly going from lex loves me to lex is "like my father" and brainy vs the army cuz why the fuck not

- but seriously, alex willfully endangering the ENTIRE WORLD to get esme back when during 6a she gave lena whole lecture about wanting to do the same to save kara. and you know what's worse? at least lena had a guarantee of finding kara, alex had none about getting esme back from lex

- i have to admit, even the esme and nyxly scenes were cute. this child has charisma with everyone

- please explain how one cuts out 5th dimensional magic from a small child with a regular kitchen knife

- but also, all this screentime to a couple NO ONE FUCKING ASKED FOR and it all immediately went to shit. copy and pasting supercorp moments to this troubled het couple and how am i not going to feel attacked by such blatant disrespect

- lillian jumping in front of lex and taking that blast and all i can say is WHY DID THEY NOT GIVE THAT SCENE TO LENA??? her sacrificing herself for fucking lex just diminished it

- i suspected that the writers were gonna pull this "lillian and lex knew about lena's powers all along" out their ass but it was still triggering to me. it was a half-assed explanation as to why lena's powers never manifested before and tbh, her powers weren't as big a deal to the fight against nyxly as it should've been

- as much as i hate the idea of lena losing ANOTHER parent, im glad she got some closure. she's so much lighter now and i love this for her

- still not sure why nyxly and lex became lizard people but kara didn't

- sigh. the legion's unnecessary assistance, especially considering that the super friends were handling shit on their own

- they brought mon-el back for what exactly? to placate karamel fans? all it did was further the truth most of us have already accepted: that he was never and still is not kara's soulmate. but thanks for shouting it out for the kids in the back

- idk if y'all remember but lena did say in 6x03 to lex that he'll self-destruct because of his own hubris. and that's exactly what happened but im loathed to think that the writing is that deep.

- lex deserved a BEATDOWN. phantom zone banishment was too easy

- nyxly deserved a better resolution tho

- william's funeral was somehow even less impactful than his death. why did he have to die exactly?

- that cutaway to lena's foundation and dreamer's outreach center, etc felt so...odd. idk it just felt out of place to me

- calista thank you for agreeing to make an appearance in this dumpster fire. i was so happy to see her version of cat grant again. it's about time someone was firm with kara about her life and her wants and needs

- okay the wedding was beautiful. everyone was beautiful, brainy coming back cuz fuck the future yes i love it!

- also don't think i didn't see lena and winn walking arm in arm!

- kelly and james moments. james walking her down the aisle and im already a mess. kelly looked so breathtaking in that dress

- j'onn officiating, alex and kelly's vows. i did cry, it was perfect ♥️

- nia just snatching that bouquet lol

- i mean we got a brainia kiss which was great but like, after seasons of barely anything romantic, i kinda felt robbed

- so it's implied that j'onn reunites with m'gann at some point but im still salty that the writers basically acted like she doesn't exist

- not even one sam and ruby reference. do they not exist on earth-prime?!?!

- lena as esme's godmother i love it i love it I LOVE IT

- james giving esme a camera. stop it, it's too much. super fam is everything and this child is gonna be so loved and protected

- og super friends scene was nice but the way i was denied any karolsen crumbs. damn, the cw really does hate them don't they?

- and of course, the elephant in the room. the last supercorp scene was nice, emotional, moving. km and mb really tried as per usual. i already knew they wouldn't take that final step and just make them canon (even tho they have nothing to lose if they had). but the way they couldn't even give us an "I love you" between the two of them, holding hands. the hug was nice but nothing we haven't seen already, the commitment to working together with their fam was nice but again, nothing new. the cw had an opportunity to give us more. they chose not to and that is precisely the problem with the final scene

- but can we just talk about this theme of living an "inauthentic life". it's used twice, by alex in her vows and by cat grant when she's talking to kara. and it seems like this is what kara needs to finally do: live her life as her authentic self. she needs to do that first before she can do anything else and it's kinda sad that they waited until the last like 5 mins to do that. didn't feel like a satisfying ending truthfully. even that last glance at supergirl coming out to the world as kara didn't slap as hard as it could have. too little too late

all in all, it wasn't terrible but it wasn't good either. a handful of touching moments, nostalgia with the og super friends, kara finding peace with her identities. those were nice but not enough this late in the game. i am grateful for what we did get but that doesn't erase the fact that potential was greatly squandered and the queerbaiting continued on without shame. the writing was bad, the character arcs nonexistent and storylines questionable.

its sad that in 2021 homophobia and racism coexist in a show where an interracial lesbian couple got married. and that unfortunately will be part of the cwsg legacy

#supercorp #dansen #brainia #supergirl #fan fic writers please fix this mess #because i honestly doubt the writers would've done our girls right even if they had made them canon #and andrea deserved more

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machineheralds-ho · 3 years

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Lizard - Chapter Thirteen - Viktor/OFC

Pairing: Viktor/OFC

Synopsis: After ten years of working as a hired gun in the pits of Zaun, Elizabeth (Lizard, for some) finds her way back in the company of her childhood best friend who has thought her dead for the past five years.

Or, two idiots are in love and are too emotionally constipated to admit it.

A/N: I've said this before, but I really consider this story an origin for Lizard. So, let's pretend that Lizard's a champion in LoL, huh? And we all know how fun and happy the origin stories for our heroes are!

Insert here: glorious evolution! let's make everyone robots!

Rating: Mature audience only. Smuuuuuut.

Chapter Thirteen on AO3

That night changes things between myself and Viktor.

In the morning, I had lain there, eyes screwed shut and terrified of what I would find when I opened them. Viktor, however, had waited until my eyelids had fluttered open, before kissing my mouth very softly. I had stayed frozen in his arms, my skin alight with the feel of his hands drawing lazy circles on my forearm from where his arm encircled me.

When Viktor had pulled back, my brain had already all but short-circuited. I had quietly asked him, my cheeks pink, if he had been watching me sleep. The joke had fallen awkwardly from my mouth, any remaining brain cells all but feeling my head when Viktor had pressed his mouth to mine.

Viktor, in return, had shrugged and replied, ‘You are very interesting to watch, Elizabeth. Even when you are sleeping’.

And just like, his filter was gone.

There is no pretence that we are merely children from Zaun who have grown together; existing in a familial like relationship. It feels wrong, to allow myself to act on my affections for Viktor, after so long of pushing them to the deepest depths of me. From the way Viktor acts, he has no problem with this, his affection jarring.

We enter the lab together that same morning, quiet and smiling, and apparently this is all it takes for Jayce to put two and two together. Viktor tells me, later in the day when Jayce has gone to the bathroom, that most of the Academy had already assumed we were together. It was how I was allowed to stay with him at all.

‘Is that what we are then?’ I ask him, watching as he stands in front of another a large, new piece of equipment. Gifted, most likely, from one of Jayce’s many fans. He pulls is hand away from intricate mechanisms, and casts me a sideways glance, his own mouth opening at the question. ‘Together?’

Viktor pauses, pulls himself to his full height, and replies, ‘Is that what you want?’ I am reminded of the stubborn boy of my youth, so fully of ambition and want.

I pause.

There are two answers to this question.

Yes, and this is the truth. I want to be with Viktor in all ways; I have loved him since I was a child and to be in his life for another fifteen years would be…like nothing I had ever thought myself worthy of. It was a terrifying idea, to allow myself to be fully open to a person, and yet Viktor was the only person alive I could imagine such a scenario with.

And then, no. No, because it is selfish to be with him. I have ties in the undercity that could still be my ruin; enemies beyond my promise to Silco and a past so dark that I could scarcely see it anymore. I was dangerous and cold and not at all who Viktor deserved.

And yet, selfishly, I tell him, ‘You’re the only person I have considered a…part of me,’ I respond, eyes cast toward the machinery. I choose selfishness. ‘I won’t be…I’m not like…like, I don’t know - Sky, Viktor. She got out before it could - the undercity clings to me. The only reason I act so-so cold is because I…I have never been, and will never be, worthy of your feelings for me’.

(Because I am lying to you. Because I could be dead in a few years, and I won’t tell you that).

I peek up to find him staring at me, eyes wide and mouth open, before he clenches his jaw and uses his cane to turn himself sharply toward me. ‘I have known you since you were a young child,’ Viktor murmurs, amber gaze boring into my own. He steps closer still, his chin dipping low so that he can maintain eye contact with me. ‘And I have seen you do terrible things – but always in the name of the greater good; always in the name of helping others-’

I laugh, a bitter sound. ‘I was an assassin, Viktor-’

‘Because there were no other options,’ he all but hisses the words, his gaze narrowing. ‘And that is what my research is about. Bettering the lives of people who believe they have no other choice. You have always been at the root of my passions, Elizabeth, of my want to be better-’

I blink in shock, breathless as Viktor draws himself to a stop, his smile suddenly apologetic.

‘I apologise. It merely…it hurts me, when you doubt your own humanity’. He looks at me, expression soft and the anger wearing way, and says, ‘You would have been a writer, were you born in Piltover. I have always thought this. You would come up with the most fantastical tales for the younger children in our neighbourhood’.

The memory sends a sudden pang to my chest. How innocent I had been, back when my parents were alive, and Viktor had not been swept away by the Academy. I feel a pang of longing at the memory; of a want to be back in that time, in that place. We would sit in the streets, Viktor tinkering at my side, and I would tell tall tales to the kids of our street, bidding away fears of sickness and violence.

My words fail me. I look at Viktor, at his bright eyes and sharp jaw and swept hair, and the only thing I can think to do is to lean forward and kiss Viktor solidly on the mouth, my hand coming to thread lightly through his soft hair.

Viktor hums in surprise, before I feel the tug of his mouth against mine. He’s smiling, I realise.

(And I choose selfishness. I choose saying yes to Viktor, even if that means lying to him).

Jayce bursts in moments later, grumbling about Councillor Salo. Viktor pulls away from me after just a moment too long, his fingers pressing hard line in my side as he drags himself from me. Jayce, wrapped up in ranting, turns his back to us, and Viktor smiles at me, rolls his eyes, and turns to his friend.

‘What has he done now, Jayce?’

We resume our work; the men clanging loudly with their recently donated machinery. I had very little interest in delving into it, despite their offers. Though I found their work fascinating and extraordinary, I knew where my strengths lay, and inventing was not it.

And, honestly, the Hexcore scared me a little bit.

Sky enters, at one point, her smile bright and her arms cradling a small box filled to the brim with letters. I gape at it.

‘You’ve got to be joking’.

She shrugs and dumps the box onto my table. It shakes under the weight. ‘Sorry, Liz,’ she says, her bright smile turning instead to the two inventors. Both greet her warmly, pretending as if they hadn’t just been in the midst of bickering. ‘Jayce – I have a small speech written for the luncheon the day after tomorrow. I’ve made sure to mention the progress you two have made with the prototypes-’

And as they huddle together, discussing elaborate things that I could not begin to comprehend, I feel suddenly so…undercity.

My lack of education, though not abundantly apparent (I did have Viktor for most of my childhood), became glaringly obvious when Sky was around. She was from the undercity and had escaped it, subsequently flourishing in Piltover.

And what had I done? I had been topside for months upon months, and still I opened letters for Viktor and Jayce like it was my life’s ambition. And yet…what choices did I have? I took a job I was offered, that paid more than most jobs in the undercity would, and was grateful.

But now…I was up here now. Like Silco said, it could be years before I was allowed in the undercity again. But what experience did I have, to do anything up here? I had no real schooling, no skills outside of killing and fighting and wielding my blades. I had no idea what I was even interested in, outside of reading, but even that I hadn’t partaken in since I was a child.

I feel a sudden pang of longing for the feel of roof tiles beneath my feet as I stalked the lanes of Zaun; of knowing that there was a fight coming. I was good at it – at stalking my prey and circling it, hunting for some kind of trouble-

I snap out my thoughts, blinking at the letter that I had been staring at for who knows how long, before ripping it open with numb fingertips.

I felt useless and stupid and unremarkable.

Bitterly, and without real depth, I think of how in the undercity I was someone.

After enduring a week of Viktor’s lingering touches and pointed kisses (always in the confines of an empty lab, or his apartment), I am decidedly…on the edge. I desperately want to mimic the intimacy of the week before, and yet…the encounter had somehow made me feel more starved than ever.

I wanted Viktor to me the one touching me.

And yet, he had made no move beyond kissing and touching. He was distracted, always so preoccupied with bettering the world, and I was…a fucking coward, really. Always so doubtful of pushing too hard, of being too much-

And yet, I was sure I was not the only one feeling so frustrated. On one night, I had awoken with a start into the dark quiet of the bedroom, suddenly alert and hot and half tempted to wake Viktor then and there. I had almost done so, but chickened out at the last moment, rolled over, and fallen back to sleep.

The breaking point comes during an argument.

Viktor had been busy in the lab, developing something he called the Hexclaw, whilst I had fallen into a quiet vat of simmering frustration and boredom. Viktor, though prodding often to find out what was wrong with me, allowed me to be quiet in my mood. Though he asked me if I was alright, he never delved too deep.

On a one occasion, he had thought my sour mood to be a product of my own demons.

‘I cannot pretend to know what it is like to have lived your life, dorogoy’. He told me, gently, one night as I lay in his arms. ‘You have faced hardships that I escaped. When you are ready, you tell me what is wrong’.

And I felt so guilty for even thinking that I was not completely happy; that I should be angry at Viktor for not making a move.

Viktor leaves me to my own devices when I slink off during that week, pleased when I report that I had visited the library. I found it to be quiet and massive, with tall ceilings and thousands of books – I used to dream of places like it, when I was little and hopeful.

On my first visit, I check out ten books.

When Viktor had seen them, stacked tidily on top my bedside table, he had chuckled at my guilty expression and kissed my forehead like I was made of glass.

That seemed a million years ago, considering how grumpily Viktor looked at me now.

‘I didn’t say I was going, I said I wished I could!’ I snap, the carrots I had been chopping long forgotten on the counter behind me. ‘I’m not stupid, Viktor. I wouldn’t go to the undercity – not with Silco specifically telling me not to!’

I had, without quite thinking, said that I wished there were a way that I could sneak into the undercity to see how Ruby was doing. I would give her some of the money I saved, insisting that she secure herself a better home away from The Bloody Body.

It had been a silly wish, one that I wished I hadn’t of said the moment Viktor turned to me with such a cross expression wrinkling his features.

‘Forgive me if I am wrong, but the last time you had Lucky after you - and yet you still went down there, Elizabeth!’ he snaps waspily. He had already stormed from the living room to the kitchen, his hair curling in the steam of my cooking.

The moment Viktor had come over, I had turned the cooker off. If I knew anything, it was that when he got going in an argument, there was virtually no stopping him.

I throw my hands in the air. ‘Because Silco was after me!’ I all but screech, slapping my fingers against my palm to reiterate just how many times I have told him this.

Viktor clenches his haw, eyes ablaze as he towers over me, his hair a disarray after a day in the lab. He inches forward, sighing deeply through his nose, and snaps, ‘Even after all these years, you’re still as-’

‘Insufferable as always,’ I mimic, thinking of the number of times he had uttered those words to a teenage me. I level my gaze with Viktor’s hotly, to which he narrows his own. ‘And you’re as predictable as ever-’

He hisses a breath sharply through his nose, casts his eyes at the ceiling as if praying for patience, and all but smashes my mouth against his. His free hand draws quickly to the back of my head, and my body sighs in relief at the feel of his fingers digging into the flesh of my scalp.

I briefly consider that if being insufferable gave me this punishment, then I would continue to be insufferable for as long as I lived.

And it is not akin to the soft kisses he had been bestowing me with all week. He presses himself against me, lips moving against mine in a desperate, hot fashion. He draws me flush against him and I all but scramble forward, tiptoeing to throw my arms around his neck and drag him to me. The motion causes Viktor lose his balance, his shoulder suddenly hitting the cupboard above the sink.

I pull away, apology on my lips, but Viktor shushes me in such a way that has heat coiling in my belly, before he ducks his head and latches his mouth onto the exposed skin of my jaw. He crowds me, his form bending over mine, and mine reaching to meet his. We are clumsy, uncharacteristically so, until I realise it is because Viktor is trying to push me toward the small kitchen table.

My mind, foggy with the feel of him, catches up slowly. I drag my hand from his shoulders, to his vest, and cling to him as the table hits my bum.

Viktor pulls away from my neck. My eyes flutter open, and I catch him eyeing my neck with a darkening in his eyes, before he jerks forward, cane clattering to the floor, and all but pushes me onto the table behind me. I scramble to push myself up onto the surface, my chest heaving and my eyes heavy.

My fingers curl tighter into the fabric of Viktor’s vest, and I blink, eyes focusing on his face, only a few inches form mine. In that split second, I see ruffled hair and amber eyes blown black, and waste no time in curling my leg around the back of his good one.

Viktor draws himself to me, mouth on mine, and flattens his palm onto the space of table next to me as he all but falls into me. ‘I want to…to touch you,’ he says with little warning, his body curved over mine. I blink up at him breathlessly, already nodding before he has added, ‘Like you touched yourself, dorogoy-’

He spies my nod and, with the deftness that only inventors hands could bring, he uses his free hand to untuck my shirt from my pants, his body leaning heavily against the table beneath me. My stomach flips, my shaky hands coming to already unbutton my trousers.

Viktor kisses me, flicks my hand away with his fingers, and takes over this task. I swallow tightly, body taut with nerves and heart hammering so loudly in my chest that I was half sure Viktor could hear it.

And then he is dipping forward, his nose brushing against mine, and I shift forward at the same moment his fingers trail over the exposed skin of my abdomen. I murmur his name without quite meaning to, my mouth running loose at the feel of his touch, and suck in a breath when his hand dips lower, fingers pushing breath the material of my underwear.

‘Viktor,’ I beg quietly. Me, the Lizard, begs. ‘Please’.

His mouth flattens against mine at the same moment his fingers dip lower and lower, cool skin suddenly finding where I am warm and-

Viktor says something softly against my mouth, a curse from his mother tongue, and slides his fingers against me. ‘Gods,’ he breathes, and I go warm at the sound. His breath mingles hotly with mine, my body arched forward and stuck as if suspended by the feeling his fingers were dragging out of me. ‘Elizabeth, you…are you always so wet, when we-?’

‘Yes,’ I answer blindly, too desperate to be bashful. ‘Shit, Viktor - please move your fucking hand’.

He huffs laugh, before doing just that. His mouth pulls from mine, and I try very hard not to whine at the loss of contact. Viktor’s head dips, suddenly, his body drawing back as if to look at something. He breathes sharply, fingers touching me once again, pushing further south this time. I blush scarlet, realising that he was looking at his fingers as they touched me.

‘Beautiful,’ he murmurs so quietly that I almost do not hear him.

And then, he delves in.

He touches me as he had watched me do to myself, his fingers drawing similar circles against my clit, so agonisingly slowly that it takes no time for me to begin murmuring his name like a broken chant. His other hand, once resting on the tabletop, comes to rest against my thigh, his fingers digging in and hitching my leg wider-

And there is an ache, one that I had never bothered to think about when I had touched myself alone. With Viktor’s fingers circling and teasing me, I was suddenly so jarringly aware of how much I wanted that ache to be filled. I gulp, every bit of control I had over myself falling and falling…and then Viktor’s fingers go lower still, prodding almost slowly at my entrance.

‘Oh,’ I gasp, eyes screwed shut and hips all but lifting off of the table. In response, his hand presses firmer against my thigh. ‘Please – yes,’ not even knowing if he knew what I was asking him to do, until he presses in, fingers only spurred on by the roll of my hips-

Viktor swears, and I whine.

(‘If it hurts,’ Ruby had told me. ‘Then he ain’t doing it right, Liz’).

‘Is this okay?’ Viktor asks me, and I must nod, because he hums and leans in, his mouth hovering over my neck, his lips tickling the skin there. I huff a gasp, and his fingers press in deeper still, and I am so wet and so desperate for him, that I can’t imagine this ever hurting – of him ever hurting me-

And then, like the over achiever he is, Viktor begins to move his fingers, and I am gone.

‘Look at you,’ Viktor mutters. I open my eyes to a squint and think, yeah, look at me. Legs spread, mouth open, chest heaving, and Viktor’s hand down my open pants. I think of the debauchery of it; to be doing this on his kitchen table, and decide that seems to only turn me on even more. ‘You take me so well, Elizabeth, always so good for me-’

The praise, as always, sings in my blood. ‘Could t-take more,’ I breathe, without really thinking, hips stuttering to move in time with his fingers. His hand on my thigh, though, keeps from me from pushing against him.

Viktor makes an odd choking noise. His fingers slide out, so fucking slowly, and then in. I can feel it, how wet I am against him, and in a world in which I was not bordering mad with lust, I might have been embarrassed. ‘Elizabeth. Don’t-’

‘I could,’ I say, and suddenly that is all that I want. I blink open my eyes and look at him. Viktor’s own expression is both stunned and downright wrecked, both his eyes and pupils wide. ‘R-right now. Your bed is just in there, or-or just on this table, like this-’

His jaw slackens, and Viktor looks at an honest loss for words. ‘Elizabeth-’

I am not entirely sure why I keep talking – whether it is from genuine want, or the need to continue to made Viktor say my name in such a manner, I’m not sure. Either way, there was no stopping me. I was alight and desperate, the thrum that Viktor was igniting inside of me with every draw of his fingers was slowly driving me mad. ‘I’ve-I’ve felt you,’ I rush out, chest heaving. Viktor looks down at me, eyes growing dark and darker. ‘You’re so b- fuck, I want you, Viktor-’

‘Stop it-’ he breathes, eyes wide as he stares down at me, apparently enthralled by the surge of words that continue to leave me. His words die as he thrusts himself forward, his mouth latching roughly onto my neck, teeth scraping-

‘I do,’ I tell him, desperate and close and I can’t stop talking. Viktor pulls his mouth from my neck, drawing back until he can look at me, and yet I still rant and rave. ‘Fuck – I do. I want it - you. After I - I felt you against me that night, all I can think about is how easy it would have been for you to have just pulled your cock out and fucked me-’

Viktor’s hand on my thigh takes on a near bruising touch.

I am a mad woman, entirely possessed by the feel of his fingers inside of me; of Viktor being the first person to touch me there, like this. His pace falters as he stares at me, mouth open and cheeks red and I almost come right there, just staring at how utterly destroyed he looks. He dives forward, suddenly, and kisses me hotly beneath the ear.

‘I have a theory,’ Viktor says, voice hot and warm. I jerk at the feeling, and his fingers slowly begin moving between my legs again. I stutter out a sigh, legs spreading and mouth open as his hair tickles my cheek. ‘That the closer you get to coming, the more you talk, Elizabeth’.

He curls his fingers unexpectedly, and I feel his mouth curve against my ear at the same time pleasure all but twists inside of me, so close to snapping-

‘There it is,’ Viktor mutters, almost to himself.

I am so gone that I can barely hear him anymore. This – this was nothing compared to the times I would touch myself, beyond even Viktor telling me to touch myself in his presence. I remember thinking, for many years, whether Viktor would truly be talented with his hands outside of inventing. The thought would make me blush and yet, now…

I am babbling again, spurred by the shaking in my legs and the agonisingly slow pace Viktor had elected to take on. He curls his fingers again, apparently noticing my mouth beginning to open, and I catch him smirk when I choke on my breath.

Viktor takes this as the perfect moment to flatten his palm over my mound, pressing firmly against my clit, and I all but shatter. ‘Viktor,’ I whine, and that isn’t me, it can’t be. ‘Oh, fuck, Viktor, please let me come, please j-just harder, please-’

His own breath hitches in front of me, and I watch his jaw jump as he delves suddenly deeper, his shoulders tensing as his fingers move deeper inside of me, his eyes calculating at he gauges my reactions. ‘Tell me,’ he all but growls, and were I not looking at him and were it not for the accent, I would not think those words had come from my Viktor.

And I am reminded yet again that Viktor is a man grown, and not the ambitious twenty-year-old I had left behind five years ago.

‘I’m almost- so close,’ I tell him, quiet and breathy and words falling out of my mouth in a rush. I cling to him, my fingers tight against his upper arm, his muscles tensing with every drive and curl of his fingers against me. ‘Shit – can’t you just – you could just-just fuck me right here, I-I can see how hard you are, you could-could just-’ I am shameless, the words a desperate plea to feel him, to fill this building ache inside of me.

Viktor’s pace picks up, cutting off my words in a sharp choke at the back of my throat. His forehead falls heavily against mine, his lips brushing against my own as I gasp his name. ‘Do not tempt me, Elizabeth,’ he rasps.

It is the sheer desperation in his tone, timed with a perfect curl of his fingers and a sudden pressure from his palm against my clit - and I am coming.

It snaps inside of me, my body clenching, my back arching. Viktor’s hand moves from my thigh to slide suddenly to the expanse of my neck, dipping my head back as his hot breath fans over my mouth. His fingers slow, and he so perfectly rides my orgasm out in ways that Ruby had told me men never knew how to do.

I think I say his name, though the sound gets lost in the murmurs he presents me with, his mother tongue lilting from above me as I screw my eyes shut and focus only this feeling – of knowing that someone else had brought me to this brink, to this euphoria-

I suddenly feel very much like crying.

Viktor holds me. I flop forward, and he moves until my forehead rests against his chest and hands rub soothing circles over the expanse of my back. It takes me a moment to come to, to realise what it is that he is murmuring to me.

‘-So good. So perfect. Everything I could have dreamed – you have no idea how you have surpassed all of my expectations, Elizabeth. You are so warm and responsive and-’

We cook, after Viktor has carefully buttoned up my pants and I have hopped off of the table to retrieve his cane from the floor. His kisses my forehead once, his thumbs rubbing over my pink flushed cheeks, and I stare unabashedly up at him with a bright, tired smile on my face.

We don’t mention the argument.

#viktor arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x oc #arcane #arcane viktor #oc #fic #ao3 #machineheralds-ho

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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For the meet uglies, 41, Sternclay, NSFW?

Here you go! And if you're a fan on "Let me be good to you" this has very similar vibes.

41: I’m at the 24/7 gym at 2 in the morning and I thought I was alone so I’m singing in the showers, but when you start singing with me, I’m startled and slip so the first time we meet, we’re both wet and naked

Stern blames the playlist he had on at work for the fact his morning devolves into chaos. He works better to the blues (or 2000s pop hits, but those don’t feel right when going over files on suspicious incidents in Appalachia). So he hums as he rinses the remnants of his workout down the drain. He’d never sing where someone can hear, but since no one is here.

I want a little steam on my clothes

Maybe I could fix things up so they'll go

What's the matter daddy, come on, save my soul

He goes to rinse his hair and realizes the song is still going.

I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain't foolin'

I want some sugar in my bowl

His lizard brain yells two separate messages; “baritone voice very hot” and “oh god who’s there.”

The second message leaps into the driver seat and, in his attempt to turn, peer out of the stall, and be sure it’s just another patron, his foot finds the traces of soap on the floor.

“Shit” He falls backwards out of the stall, thudding to the floor.

“Oh fuck.” A man emerges two stalls to his left, soaking wet and flailing for a towel, “I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so used to singing along with the radio. Are you okay?”

Joseph scans his body, finds nothing broken, “Yes.”

“Thank god.” The other man flicks shaggy hair from his face. In the split second before he gets the towel around his waist, Joseph’s gym manners fail him and he glances down. At least he’s getting several weeks worth of masturbation fodder from this humiliating moment.

“Here man, lemme help you up.”

Joseph takes the offered hand, then grits his teeth and swiftly turns to grab his own towel from where he hung it. He’d rather not show a stranger his ass, but this is how his night is going. As he turns back, he spots the other man quickly redirecting his stare from his ass to the floor.

Once both showers are off, Joseph changes and packs his bag. The stranger is at the mirror, tying his hair back and combing his beard.

“I’m sorry, my singing probably startled you too.”

A shrug of broad shoulders, “I work in kitchens, I’m so used to background noise some of it barely registers. And I always have the radio on when it’s just me in the mornings.”

“Hence the singing along?”

“Yeah, and why I’m here so early. I try to get my exercise in before work. Gotta admit, when I joined this gym I didn’t expect anyone else would be in for a 2 a.m workout.”

“My hours are all over the place. I’m with the FBI and when I’m on a case I tend to, um, lose track of time. Or work way later than I should.” He shoulders his bag, raises his hand in a wave, “it was nice meeting you. Even it was alarming at first.”

“Same to you” the man smiles at him over his shoulders, “and if you’re ever here at zero dark thirty again and want a gym buddy, I’m happy to keep you company.”

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It’s a month before Joseph runs into him again. He swipes his card at the gym, finds the clank of a weight rack in place of the usual silence. The man from the showers smiles at him as he puts his bag near medicine balls, and when he’s done with his set he crosses the 80s-colored carpet to join him.

“It’s much nicer to see you when I can see you coming.” Joseph smiles politely, not catching his own subtext until the other man blushes.

“No kidding. I, uh, this may sound weird, but could I work-out with you? I’ve been doing the same routine for years because it’s what I know, but it gets so fucking boring.”

“I wouldn’t mind the company, though be warned that I do a lot of core and don’t use the machines all that much.”

“Totally fine. I’m, uh, I’m Barclay, by the way.” He holds out his hand and Joseph pictures twisting it behind his back while pinning him over one of the benches.

Instead, he shakes it, “Joseph.”

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“I’m serious about skipping this if you need to” Joseph starts up the treadmill as Barclay jogs on the one beside him, “if you’re on your feet all day at work this could make that really uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

It’s the truth; he may not be as in-shape as Joseph, but he’s still pretty fit, and they only do thirty minutes of running. But it’s equally true that he’d rather suffer some extra-sore legs than lose out on a half-hour of his limited time with his friend.

He’d been hoping for someone to spot him and maybe teach him some new lower body exercises, with the added bonus of having some basic things (like music taste and bonkers work schedules) in common. What he’s gotten is someone with a dorky sense of humor, and extensive knowledge of cryptozoology and mystery novels, and the stamina to make engaging conversation about those things while running or working a rowing machine.

It helps that Joseph is so hot that he could caramelize sugar just by looking at it. The glimpses he caught of him when they met were tantalizing; the way his dark hair gradually loosens from it’s gelled state, the way his cheeks turn pink when flushed and sweating, the few times his voice turns truly breathless? Barclay is ready to get on his knees and beg for him to do obscene things in the locker rooms.

What makes this desire impossible to shake is the suspicion that it’s shared. He’s caught Joseph looking at him in a way that isn’t just about his form, and when he shows Barclay a new exercise he stands closer and lingers longer than strictly necessary. And his Freudian slips are so frequent and obvious they may as well be Freudian nightgowns.

Just when he thinks Joseph can’t get any hotter, the agent texts him around their three month mark of working out together warning that he’ll be late. When he arrives, Barclay drops the five pound plate he was moving.

Joseph hasn’t changed clothes. He’s in a full, black suit, shined shoes, and a silver and blue tie that Joseph wants him to take off and loop around Barclays throat instead. The agent smiles with a promise to be right back, seems bemused when he returns to find Barclay in the exact spot and position he left him.

“You okay, big guy?” The nickname is one of the many ways he built a home for himself in Barclays daydreams.

“Uh. Uh, yeah, sorry, got lost in thought. I haven’t started on the full workout, did some extra stretching since I’m kinda tight from yesterday. You wanna do weights first?”

“Sure.”

Their routine lasts about an hour. It’s an act of god that Barclay gets through it unscathed. Joseph is even more hands-on than usual, and his cologne (bergamot and citrus, if Barclay has his scents right) hasn’t had a chance to fade. The most distracting element of the whole morning is his friend’s voice; there’s an edge to it, like a knife in a velvet sheath, and Joseph gives fewer suggestions and more orders.

Barclay wants him to sound like this forever. But only if he can rearrange his life so that he can follow every command.

After a very cold shower, he falls in next to Joseph as they push through the double doors into the warm night. When he reaches his car, the other man touches his cheek.

“Drive safe, big guy.”

He wonders if Joseph can feel him blush in the dark, “I will, agent. I promise.”

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“I told them to get those dark spots checked” Joseph shakes his head at the notice on the door informing them the gym will be closed for the next two weeks to repair massive water damage in the ceiling.

“I’m just bummed I won’t get to work out with you. It’s not as fun alone in my apartment.”

“You could come over to mine, if we can find a time where it works.”

“I’d love to.”

Barclay double checks that the address on the apartment in front of him matches the one Joseph sent, while trying not to fixate on the text that came with it.

Joseph: Be ready, big guy, I’m going to work you hard

He knocks on the designated door, pushes it open when Joseph calls for him to come in. There’s a yoga mat on the floor and a stationary bike in the corner, and far too little space for two grown men to work out together.

“Do you want me to help move the couch? That might give us...more...room.”

Joseph, in his full suit and dress shoes, leans against the kitchen doorway with a confident smile.

“Y-you’re not working out with me, are you?” Barclay’s hopes hurry to the front of his brain, tripping up his tongue.

“No. I did mine earlier today.” He runs a finger along Barclay’s chest, “I designed a special one, just for you. If you get through it all, you get a reward.”

“What kind?”

Joseph leans in to kiss him softly and swiftly, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

Barclay’s hands fly out to grips his shoulders as he groans, “fuck, babe, really?”

“Really. But first, you have to pick two things from this list.” He hands Barclay a sheet of memo paper with a neatly written list of the lewdest exercises he’s ever seen. He’d offer to do all of them, but then he might not have enough energy to enjoy his reward.

“The, uh, the push ups and the crunches.”

Joseph raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?”

“Okay, big guy, we’ll do those. Get on the mat, push up position.”

Barclay hurriedly obeys. Freshly shined shoes step onto the top edge of the mat.

“We’ll just do thirty today. I’ll count. Ready?”

He nods.

“Good boy. Down, one”

Barclay bends his elbows, only stopping when his lips touch the top of Joseph’s shoes. He holds there a two-count, then rises.

“Down, two.”

He repeats the motion, keeps time with Joseph’s count as a hint of polish curls into his nose. It should be boring, maybe even degrading, but fuck him if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing he’s done in years. Joseph is so put together, so poised, Barclay feels like an unkempt beast next to him in his gym clothes. Yet he’s letting him kiss his lovingly shined shoes, telling him he’s a good boy as he works up a sweat.

“Down, thirty.” Joseph joins him on the floor as Barclay sits back on his heels, “well done. Now, on your back please.”

Barclay lays down. Joseph grabs a silver item from the side table and holds it in front of him. It takes his lust-glazed brain a second to grasp it’s a cock cage.

“Can I put this on you? You’ll have to wear it the rest of the workout.”

“Ohfuckplease.”

Joseph leans forward enough to kiss his chest, then shifts his shorts down to his thighs and locks the cage into place.

“If you need to stop, just say red. Okay?”

He nods frantically.

“Okay?” Joseph repeats with a stern look.

“Okay.”

“Good boy.” Joseph lifts his legs and sets them over his left shoulder. Barclay whimpers as there’s a snap of a latex glove and a pop of lube. Joseph smirks as Barclay whines at his teasing touches.

“Two sets, forty each. Go ahead and count in your head.”

“Okay” He curls his body, only gets through two more crunches before a finger presses in. “fuck!”

“Focus, big guy.” Joseph kisses his knee.

“I am, I’m focusing on the fact you’re a fucking genius.”

“If you lose count, you’ll have to start over” he presses in the second finger, “and that means longer until your reward.”

“I’m, I’m on twenty!”

A kiss to his calf, “Keep going.”

By the time he hits the second “forty” his legs are burning and Joseph is stretching his ass open with three fingers. He pulls them free but keeps Barclays legs in place, tugs the glove off and removes a blue, silicone plug from his jacket pocket . It slides in comfortably, but Barclay whimpers his name all the same.

“You’re doing so well Barclay. Are you ready to keep being my good boy?”

“Yes, please yes.”

Joseph sets his legs on the floor, guides him to his knees so he can pull his shorts up, and then helps him to his feet, pausing to kiss him sweetly and run his lips along his neck.

“Twenty minutes on the bike. Whatever speed you like.”

Barclay eases himself onto the seat, starts pedaling and watches longingly as Joseph heads into the kitchen saying he'll be back in a minute. The plug isn’t too uncomfortable to sit on, so this should be a breeze.

He hunches forward with a moan as it starts vibrating. Joseph strides back into the room, remote control in hand, only stopping to give Barclay another kiss and run his fingers through his hair before dropping onto the couch.

“Let me know when you’re done.” He picks up a copy of Empire and starts reading, heedless of Barclay’s increasingly loud moans.

The vibrator starts and stops, sometimes a gentle buzz and sometimes a furious pulse, and Barclay fights to keep the pedals going under the onslaught, desperate not to lose time and eager to please the man stealing tender, hungry glances at him from the couch.

“Time” He gasps, pulling his feet free from the pedals. Joseph is up and to him before his legs have a chance to wobble. Once he’s on the couch, shirt soaked with sweat, Joseph straddles him and kisses him demandingly, mouth moving from lips to cheek to neck without a care for sweat.

“Will you be a good boy and let me get off on you?”

“You know I fuckin will, fuck, babe, wanna be so fuckin good for youAH, ohgod” He throws his arms around Joseph, clinging and groping as he grinds on the cage and the aching cock within it.

“You look so good like this big guy, exhausted and obedient for me.”

“Yes, yesyes all for you, Joseph, please cum on me.”

“I will baby, don’t worry.” He brushes their lips together, “do you want some more kisses while I do.”

“Uhhuh” He whines, the noise only growing as Joseph kisses him and works his hips recklessly, his hands slipping up Barclays shirt to squeeze his pecs and toy with his nipples. When the tempo of his jerking hips changes, Barclay holds him tighter, needing to feel the way his body tenses and shudders as he cums more than he’s needed anything in his life.

“There” Joseph grins, panting, and pulls the key to the cage from his breast pocket, “now you can have your reward.” He slides to the floor, yanking Barclays shorts with him on the way. The cock cage hits the carpet and then a wet, enthusiastic mouth swallows him almost to the root.

“Ohfuck, Joseph, babe I’m gonna cum in like two seconds you, you might wanna-”

The agent pulls off, lazily licking the head, “I don’t want cum on the carpet, big guy. So be a good boy and cum down my throat.”

He gets exactly three and a half ecstatic thrusts into Joseph’s mouth before his orgasm knocks the breath from him and he cums, moaning out thanks as he does. When he’s spilled the last of it, Joseph sits back, breathing deep and wiping his lips.

“J-joseph? Will you, uh, will you kiss me again?”

The other man clambers into his lap, bitter taste on his tongue when Barclay glides his own against it. When he finally stops to breathe, Joseph pets his beard.

“Was all that okay?”

“So fucking okay. It was incredible. I, I feel so fucking good. Sweaty, but good.”

A kiss on the cheek, “Shower is just down that hall. Go get clean while I order dinner.”

“Okay.” Barclay looks at him with dreamy hope, “do you, uh, wanna do this again sometime?”

“Often. If, um, if that’s okay with you?”

Barclay nods, “as long as we can still work out together? I like doing that with you.”

“Of course, big guy.”

#sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly #trans agent stern #taz amnesty

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blackkatmagic · 4 years

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I love picturing what Rex's face must have looked like the first time Ahsoka uses him as a perch. Like here's his commander, now a cute little dragon with sharp claws and teeth, just sitting on his shoulder chirping happily, tail curled around his neck, just perfectly happy to be there. Meanwhile, Rex just doesn't know what to do lol

Rex, by virtue of being Cody's confidant and also the closest captive audience, has already heard in great detail about both Jedi as dragons and Cody's apparent new relationship with a Jedi who’s weird even by Jedi standards, and one topic is much more interesting than the other. He’d pressed Cody on the dragon thing, which Ponds corroborated, the last time he had to suffer through Cody drinking a little too much of one of Waxer’s more experimental batches of moonshine, and gotten enough details that Anakin emerging from the command meeting with a cat-sized lizard wrapped aggressively around his bracer isn't quite the shock it could be.

Perhaps predictably, General Kenobi is nowhere to be seen—potentially “investigating the rumors of an unauthorized still in the back halls” like he said, but more likely charming a few extra bottles out of Waxer—and Anakin is yelling.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, Ahsoka, that’s my arm. Snips, get your teeth out of my arm or so help me—”

Rex blinks at his general, at the way he’s desperately shaking his arm to try and dislodge his dragon-shaped padawan, and asks bemusedly, “Sir?”

Anakin and Ahsoka both freeze, looking caught. Anakin's face does something very entertaining that probably translates to please don’t tell Obi-Wan, and shoves his arm behind his back, dragon and all. “Rex! What are you doing here?”

“Bringing you the reports you requested, sir,” Rex says, and is massively glad he’s wearing his bucket so that Anakin can't see him grinning. “Something wrong?”

Anakin opens his mouth to answer, then promptly yowls in offence as Ahsoka flings herself up his back and over his shoulder, using him as a launching pad. Rex gets a half-second impression of bright red scales streaked with white, blue wings and claws, impressive spiraling horns, and then there's an impact. Ahsoka slams into his shoulder, almost overbalancing him as her claws scrape plastoid, and she makes a sound of frustration as she tries to get a grip.

Rex has absolutely no idea what to do, but he reaches up, grabs her hindquarters, and boosts her up onto his pauldrons, because she’s the commander. Because she’s Ahsoka.

With a wavering crow of victory, Ahsoka plants herself on the pauldrons, wings half-flared, and rears up. A long tongue flickers out, aimed straight at Anakin, who makes a sound of deep offense and takes a threatening step forward.

“You little lizard-brain,” he says indignantly. “Don’t talk to your Master like that!”

Instantly, Ahsoka wraps her long tail around Rex's neck, then scrambles up, draping herself over the top of his helmet. Rex freezes, terrified to move, but Ahsoka seems unbothered. She squeaks at Anakin, self-satisfied, and Anakin glowers.

“Troopers are not sleeping perches!” he protests. “Obi-Wan is going to yell at you—”

Ahsoka's response is the closest thing Rex has ever heard to a dragon blowing a raspberry.

“I do not need Obi-Wan to win all my battles for me!”

Ahsoka flips her wings at him, and Anakin splutters.

“I am not jealous!”

“Sir,” Rex says tactfully, and as carefully as he can, he takes a step forward and offers Anakin the datapad he’s carrying. “The reports?”

“Thanks, Rex,” Anakin says, though he’s still glaring at Ahsoka. “You can shake her off whenever you want to, you know. She’s a pest when she’s in her scales.”

“I think she’s kind of cute,” Rex says blandly, and Ahsoka chirps her very pleased thanks at him. Her tail tightens, and she clicks her claws carefully against the jaig eyes on Rex's helmet, then lets out a quiet trill and drops her head on the top of the crest.

Rex refuses to admit that he would do absolutely anything at all for their commander at this precise moment. Anything. Forget kind of cute. Rex would die for her.

Carefully, he raises a hand, strokes the tip of a finger over her tail, and smiles a little when she peeps at him. Anakin is still scowling, but Rex just salutes, takes two measured steps back, and turns, walking carefully as he makes his way back towards the bridge. Ahsoka doesn’t budge, just refolds her wings along her back and settles in for the ride.

[On AO3]

#my writing #captain rex #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #star wars #dragon jedi #realityhoudini #kat answers

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aondaneedles · 3 years

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Bella Goth (all as well!)

Which one, my fake (the clone) or the real one? I'll just answer for both (and will regret this not even halfway through).

❤️: OTP

Of course I ship Bella with Mortimer. That's not even a question.

For fake!Bella, I think she's a free spirit. She needs to find herself before she can ever settle down. For now, I don't see her with anyone.

💔: No OTP

Um, anyone but Mortimer? But that's not true. I've seen her with Pascal and liked that. I don't think I have a NOTP for her...

Anyone who clips her wings.

🌈: Sexuality

Bella is straight, maybe bi-curious?

Fake!Bella is bi.

😊: Friends

Morty, of course, and the rest of her family. Bella is everyone's friend. You may have met her just two minutes ago, but she behaves just like you've already known her for years.

Fake!Bella befriends Erin pretty early on and they're as thick as thieves. She's also one of the few sims who really just... gets Nervous.

💀: Enemies or Rival

Bella has this larger than life personality that doesn't hate anyone. Or at least, you won't notice if she hates you. She'll always behave just as amicable as if she likes you. Dina was one of the only people who could see behind that facade and it drove Bella nuts.

The Beakers, no doubt. They'd love to get their hands on the clone, and while fake!Bella may not realise this, she senses that something is way off about them!

🐶: Pet or favorite Animal

Bella comes from a long line of witches. She is a cat person, 100%. But like... those ridiculously fancy, naked cats. They're just as high-maintenance as she is.

Fake!Bella has a pet lizard back at the gas station she sleeps at. She's named him Ziggy.

🌷: Flowers or plants they like

Roses!

Have you ever seen a blooming cactus? They're kind of pretty...

☀️: Favourite Season

Winter, when everyone gathers together and all of the big functions are held.

Anything but summer.

🌧️: Favourite Weather

That's easy! Sunny weather for both!

🕯️: Favourite Aromatic candle

Bella is a big fan of exotic flowers. Mix them with anything that creates an interesting smell (like herbs, sea salt or something) and she's all over it.

Fake!Bella likes it simple, in contrast. Lavender is nice.

🥘: Favourite Food

There's nothing better than a homemade barbeque with burgers for Bella. They had an old grill they got out of storage a few times of the year and did a small family barbeque. Bella manned the grill (because Mortimer burns everything he touches). Michael and Dina used to bring salads (Bella would never admit it, but Dina's salad was actually quite tasty) and the kids played in the graveyard. There aren't as many family barbeques nowadays...

Fake!Bella is not too picky. Anything that fills her up is fine with her. Whenever she's got some money, she heads over to the diner. Their burgers are good.

☕: Favourite Drink

Officially, champagne. Inofficial, Bella is fuelled by coffee.

Tap water. If she ever had coffee, she'd be all over it, too.

🍦: Ice-cream Flavour

Something simple, yet elegant, like Straciatella. Bella loves the little chocolate bits in it.

Chocolate.

🍕: Pizza Topping

Bella and Mortimer used to get salami pizza every Friday back when they were in high school. She's been craving it lately.

Once again, Fake!Bella is not picky. She's heard that pineapple pizza is a crime against pizza, though and steers clear from it.

🍟: Snack

Bella's favourite snack is frozen grapes. Very refreshing and sweet.

Fake!Bella's favourite snack is chips. Every flavour is fine, but the more savoury, the better.

🍿: Movies they like to watch

Bella is really into those old-school Hollywood movies. Movies like that just aren't made anymore...

Whatever's running on tv. Fake!Bella has a soft spot for those lifetime-esque movies though, where long lost family members are reunited and everyone gets a happy ending.

📺: TV Show they like to watch

Don't tell anyone, but Bella loves telenovelas. They are her guilty pleasure.

Fake!Bella has been watching soap opera reruns religiously lately. Erin showed her how to use SimTube, and she's been spending all her free time watching them. She's on Episode 2751 of "Days of the Cowplant" already!

🎵: Music they listen to

Classical music. Maybe a bit jazz, if Bella's feeling fancy.

Fake!Bella hasn't heard anything but the type of elevator music they play at the gas station yet, but she's pretty sure that that's not it.

⚽: Sport they like or play

Golf.

Fake!Bella goes running sometimes. Just runs as far as possible. Until her lungs burn and she can't remember anything. It's freeing.

📚: Books they like to read

There's a library of classics in the Goth library and Bella has read most of them.

Fake!Bella has found a tattered copy of "The Great Simsby" behind the trash cans of the community pool one day and for some reason, it spoke to her...

🕹️: Video Games they like or Play

Bella doesn't do video games.

You can find fake!Bella at the arcades on a good day. She likes anything that has jumping and running. And she loves rhythm games!

🎻: Musical instrument

Bella knows how to play the piano and usually plays it to entertain guests.

Nothing yet. Maybe synthesizer?

🎨: Favourite Colour

Her signature colour, red!

Red, even though she feels like a fraud for wearing it...

👠: Shoes they like

Fancy high heels. Bella has ruined her feet years ago but she doesn't care. She loves how powerful and sexy she looks in it.

Sensible shoes. Who needs uncomfortable shoes, fake!Bella thinks.

👕: Clothing style

Fancy, elegant, yet understated.

Anything that she can find in the dumpster behind the clothing store. She makes sure to look put together, though. It's an urge she can't help.

👜: What’s always on their bag

Her lipstick. And a good book. Always carry a good book with you and you'll always be in good company.

A few coins, if she needs to buy stuff.

📰: Section of the Newspaper they read

The society section.

The celebrity section.

💻: Website they visit the most

Bella spends a lot of time on various fundraiser sites to look for a good cause to sponsor and fundraise for.

whoisbellagoth.com

📱: Social media they use the most

Bella doesn't really use social media. She'd rather spend time with her family and friends in person.

Fake!Bella is addicted to SimTube. Not only for her daily dose of soap but also for conspiracy videos about aliens and the Elixir of Life.

📗: Favourite School Subject

Economics and Biology. Morty may be the genius in their family, but she was no ditz either!

Fake!Bella never went to school. But if, she would have been be super into P.E.

📕: Less Favourite School Subject

P.E. She wasn't bad at it, but she hated getting sweaty.

Maths. Her brain's wired weirdly and she just can't wrap her head even around simple maths. She usually just tosses money on the counter and hopes it's enough.

🎓: University they attended (or not)

Bella attended ALT, of course. She was in a long-distance relationship for all of it, as Morty attended LFT.

Fake!Bella was never college-aged.

🎒: University Major

Economics. It surprises a lot of people, but it really suited her. She has a mind for business. In another life, maybe...

I think that Fake!Bella would have ended up in philosophy due to being unable to decide which major to choose.

🔮: Something Random

Sometimes, Bella wonders what would happen if she were to disappear. Would her family be fine, or would they struggle without her? Of course, she wants them to be happy, but a not so nice small part of her wishes that they'd have trouble to move on...

Fake!Bella sometimes has random flashes of... she's not sure what she sees, but it makes her sad... a small girl with pigtails, a big house, a man holding a baby...

Phew! Thanks for playing, anon!

#sims #sims 2 #ask #anon #meme

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pennamesmith · 4 years

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Romeo and Skeletor

Double Trouble needs dating advice. The Super Pal Trio is here to help. More Skeletor stories!

“Remember,” Wrong Hordak recited, “recovery comes from connection!”

Several hands went up. Most belonged to clones. This was a common and welcome sight in Wrong Hordak’s Ex-Horde Therapy Group.

“And no,” Wrong Hordak continued, anticipating everyone’s question, “that does not necessarily mean romantic connection, or even connection with another sentient being. It means that in order to heal our traumas, we must be a part of the world around us, and acknowledge the world as a part of us.”

Most of the hands went down. Thoughtful murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was the end of another day of helping and healing. With a few more words of wisdom Wrong Hordak closed the meeting, and the assembled members began to stand and make their way out of the room. Most seemed sanguine and cheerful, but one stayed seated and watched the others wearily.

Double Trouble was the group’s newest and most skeptical member. They were trying, they really were, but it wasn’t easy. A lifetime of artful deception did not exactly lend itself to sharing or emotional honesty.

They had their reasons for being there, though.

Wrong Hordak, effervescent as ever, looked over and winked. “Another successful session, my most exalted paramour!” he told Double Trouble proudly. “Now then, I must consult with Perfuma about the itinerary for next week’s field trip to Mystacor. But tonight, I hope you are prepared to be dazzled by my famous quiche!” He beamed brightly.

Double Trouble worked very hard to maintain a calm expression while their stomach did acrobatic flip-flops. “My breath is bated, darling,” they finally managed, before scurrying off to the other side of the room.

The thespian cursed, internally. It should not be this difficult for a shapeshifter to hide a blush.

Closer to the door, Hordak was showing Adora something on a data pad. Double Trouble wended a wide circle around them, even as Adora gasped in surprise and began babbling what certainly seemed like juicy gossip. They simply weren’t in the mood.

Outside, Catra, Scorpia, and Entrapta were strolling away together, while the scorpion princess spoke excitedly about something called ‘Super Pal Trio Game Night.’ Double Trouble pricked their ears — this, perhaps, was a more promising prospect for their problem.

They took a step forward, and were immediately interrupted.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

Besides Perfuma, Wrong Hordak’s other assistant for his therapy group was ‘Skeletor,’ one of Entrapta’s eccentric bots. Once, he had been a part of Horde Prime’s drone army. Now, he had a nasally voice, a talent for self improvement, and a puppy.

The puppy’s name was Relay.

“How’s this for a surprise?” Skeletor said, holding Relay and patting the robotic canine gently on the head. “I’m considering putting him on a leash!”

“That’s very nice dear, but you’ll have to excuse me,” Double Trouble deflected. “I’ve got issues right now.” They began to move past the skinny robot, before a thought occurred to them.

“Actually, you might be able to help me out with something. Tell me, how do you feel about aiding and abetting identity fraud? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Mehehehehe! Just like the old days!” Skeletor cackled. “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal! What’s your plan?”

Shadows Over Salineas was going swimmingly.

It wasn’t really a game night, more of a game afternoon, but that hadn’t stopped Scorpia from bringing a tower of boxes into Entrapta’s Bright Moon lab. An entire world of cardboard and plastic was spread out before the three women.

“I am going to finish this Sword of Protection quest!” Catra angrily declared as she moved her game piece back and forth. “No matter how long it takes!”

“Okay, but the Evil Horde already has a lot of points at the Princess Alliance table,” Entrapta cautioned, gesturing to another part of the board. “Plus they’ve got a lot of tanks in front of the castle.”

“Anyone want to help me battle the Laughing Dragon?” Scorpia spoke up from behind a clawful of cards. “I’m gonna —”

She was cut short as the laboratory door suddenly opened and Skeletor slouched inside, wearing a miserable expression.

“This is the worst day of my life!” Skeletor moaned, flopping bodily across the table. Game pieces flew in every direction and clattered on the floor. The other three exchanged nervous glances.

Catra tossed her cards aside. “Well, I guess this is what we’re doing now. What’s the matter, boneface?”

“You’ve got to help me!” Skeletor blubbered. “When are you goody-goody fools going to understand? I care for no-one and no-one cares for me!” He shook his fists and produced a rose tied to a card covered in cartoony hearts.

Scorpia tilted her head. “Is that a flower?”

“It is a flower!” Skeletor howled. “The bitter rose! From a secret admirer.” He clutched it to his chest lovingly.

“Seriously?” Catra floundered. “Does somebody actually have a crush on that goof?”

“I know it sounds strange,” Skeletor retorted. “Never mind that!”

Entrapta rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “So, to be clear. You’re happy about getting the rose?”

“Yes, I am!” Skeletor shouted.

“But it’s a problem because…?”

“I live to be bad!” Skeletor whined. “How else can I act when I’m surrounded by such fools?” The robot swooned again. “Nice? Doesn’t sound like much fun to me! Yuck! What a disgusting idea!”

“Oh, I get it!” Entrapta grinned. “Skeletor needs us to teach him about love!”

Scorpia’s eyes sparkled. “A Super Pal Trio rescue mission? For love? I accept without any further questions!”

“Wait, wait,” Catra protested. “Stop. No. None of this makes any sense. Entrapta, is this another one of your secret friendship experiments?”

“Nuh-uh,” the scientist shook her head. “But... it is unexpected. Skeletor, are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

Skeletor looked uncomfortable. “Certainly! Um… Tell me about the loneliness of good! Is it equal to the loneliness of evil?”

Entrapta seemed suspicious. “Hang on,” she said, peering more closely at Skeletor. “Something isn’t quite right here.”

At that moment, Skeletor walked into the room, again. This time he was holding Relay and a fresh armload of barbarian romance novels.

“I can’t do it,” he admitted with an apologetic shrug, sheepishly handing back the books. “And, I do not look like you.”

“Oh phoo. I went too far, didn’t I?” the other Skeletor sighed, in a completely different voice. “I knew this wasn’t going to work.”

In a flash of dark light, Skeletor morphed into a decidedly more reptilian shape. Double Trouble huffed and tossed their hair back. “Well, that was different, at least. I’ve never done a robot before!” They paused. “Not in that sense, anyway.”

Catra started out of her chair. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Just what I said.” Double Trouble sat back down on the table and nonchalantly studied their nails. “I need advice. Romantic advice. And since you three are all half of some of the oddest couples on the planet, I thought I might start here.”

“Okay,” Entrapta said, already beginning to take notes. “But you’ve come to me for that before. Why the disguise?”

Double Trouble looked away and muttered something.

“What was that?”

“I said it’s because I was embarrassed, all right?” Double Trouble crossed their arms and pouted. “This is not something I usually need help with. I’m supposed to be the one who’s cool and in control. I’m Double Trouble! But now I keep feeling things! In my mind, and my body! Making my guts act all weird, and my brain stop working, and… gah!”

“Those are called emotions, Dee Tee,” Catra deadpanned.

“Plus, you and Wrong Hordak have been going steady for a while now,” Scorpia added. “What’s the matter? Oh no! Have you lost… the spark?” She gasped, claws to her face.

“Just the opposite. Wrongie is perfect! He’s always in a good mood, he always wants to spend time with me, he always knows the right thing to say, and he’s just so darn cute! All the time!” Double Trouble’s face sank. “And sooner or later he’s going to realize that I’m not perfect, and it’s all just an act.”

“You don’t have to be perfect,” Entrapta pointed out, looking up from her notes.

“This is just like what happens in Romeo and Julian!” Double Trouble wailed, ignoring her.

“What?” asked Skeletor.

Double Trouble sniffled. “It’s a play. Someone in the Bright Moon army wrote it and it’s been getting rave reviews in all the theatre magazines — oh, but that’s not important! We’re talking about me!” The lizard flailed their hands helplessly. “What I mean is, it’s like we’re from two different worlds!”

“What, Horde World and Etheria?” Scorpia guessed.

“I’m thinking more Innocent Baby World and Cynical Opportunist World,” Catra cut in.

“Hey!” Double Trouble snapped. “I am not a cynic! Anymore!”

They turned to Scorpia. “But I can still make it work! I just need more research. Your girlfriend is all about this self-care nonsense. How do you deal with that?”

Scorpia got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Yeah, Perfuma’s pretty great. She’s kind, and patient with me, and she knows all kinds of meditation stuff, which is good because hey, funny story, it turns out I’ve actually got a lot of pent-up anxiety from —”

“Ugh! Useless! Next!” Double Trouble pointed to Entrapta. “You! Space bats. How do they even work?”

“Good question! I could share some of my research on Hordak with you,” Entrapta suggested. “It’s more of a hobby though, so I’ve only got a few terabytes of data. Did you know their species has an entire sub-language of ear movements? It’s fascinating!”

Double Trouble paled. “Um. Do you have an abridged version, or…?”

“Look,” Catra interrupted. “I think you’re coming at this the wrong way. First off, you can’t control what other people do or feel.”

Double Trouble narrowed their eyes. “That’s a bit rich coming from you, kitten.”

“I have been doing a lot of self-reflection the last few years, okay?” Catra growled back. “And trust me, trying to be the coolest, the strongest, the best? It doesn’t work.”

She looked across at Entrapta and Scorpia, and fiddled with the wedding ring on her finger. “Sooner or later you have to show your real self. Even if that’s uncomfortable. You can’t connect with someone that way until you’re willing to be weak in front of them.”

Double Trouble regarded Catra for a long time while their face registered a range of unreadable emotions.

“Fine,” they finally groaned, defeated. “But can you at least help me think of something nice to do for our dinner tonight?”

Catra smiled. Entrapta and Scorpia squeaked in excitement.

“For that, you’ll need my help!” said Skeletor. “I’ve longed for this moment!”

Wrong Hordak looked up brightly from his cooking. “You are here! Come in, come in!” He swept Double Trouble up in an enormous hug.

The lizard blushed and did not try to hide it. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” With a flourish they revealed a rose and a box of distinctively tiny chocolates, which Wrong Hordak accepted gleefully.

“Now then, why don’t I stand back and let you impress me for a while?”

Wrong Hordak glowed with excitement.

“Impressive?” Skeletor said, somewhere far away. “You boob, it was spectacular!”

#spop #spop fanfic #skeletor #double trouble #wrong hordak #wrong trouble #catra #entrapta #scorpia #super pal trio #DT had everyone fooled until they quoted Skeletor from the live-action movie instead of the 80s cartoons #Romeo and Julian was written by General Juliet #it's a romantic comedy and everyone lives

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP meme from "Jungle 2 Jungle"

Hey, bonehead, moron!

Keep your pencil to yourself!

Get out of my way.

You call that a hunch?

I call that an opportunity.

You're not still leaving, after what you did in there?

You give me that same patronizing little speech every time you play one of your stupid hunches.

I am outrageously pleased to meet with you.

He who knows what a woman wants, knows everything, but not even God knows that.

You look different.

I have a boat waiting.

I don't want any money.

Hey, stop! You can't leave me here!

What you're doing is very unprofessional!

Come back here!

I'm gonna need all these clothes back, right where they came from, all right?

Bring on the bachelors.

There's something that you don't know.

I figured you'd be happier that way.

You thought this would make me happy?

How long before you noticed I was gone?

Why didn't you talk to me?

Excuse me. The real world calls.

Look, I was right. I was right!

Coffee has gone crazy.

I realized that I had lost you somehow.

God, it's good to be good!

This is nuts. This is nuts.

This is unbelievable.

This is unforgivable!

It's a territorial thing.

No! Don't touch that!

You wouldn't happen to have a place where I could stick that, would you?

Talk about your wind instruments.

I gotta admit, this isn't easy for me.

I don't have any regrets.

Well, I have regrets.

Maybe I can teach him about commodities.

Baboon! Baboon!

Parasite.

Cut, infection, death !

So, you understood everything I said last night.

These shoes cost me $500.

Scared of snake?

I do not eat snake.

I have a whole 'nother life where I live.

I'm a trader. That's what I do, okay?

Don't move! There's a giant spider on you!

I don't want to hurt you, but I will.

I will crush you like---a bug!

This place is a nightmare!

The hair on your chest reminds them of a monkey.

Here, if you make a promise, you keep it.

Get on. It's just a moving sidewalk.

You do have a reason, right?

Oh, God, I'm dead !

Where are all the animals?

Just wait it out. Something will happen.

You can't always depend on a natural disaster.

We can hope for an assassination.

Behave yourselves here!

Something better happen fast, or I'm gonna throw your butts out the window!

What do you hotshots think about when you make these deals?

I'll shout, I'll yell, I'll scream as much as I want.

Look up! It's an alien circle with Mickey Rourke's picture in it.

Catch the damn spider, will you, please?

Wow! Nice shot!

I missed you. You never called me.

Just act natural.

So, did you miss me, darling?

There's a Fashion Channel?

So, what did you bring me?

You brought back a child.

This is my female.

Is there anything special you like to eat?

Great earrings.

Before you pee, you lift the seat. After you pee, you put the seat back down.

I'm gonna die up here.

Don't you ever, ever, ever do that to me again!

When I tell you to do something, I mean it. Do you understand me?

I was just worried about you out there. I really was. All right?

When I saw the shoulders on this gown, I plotzed.

A little champagne?

What is taking so long with the food?

I don't eat meat, I don't eat dairy or nightshade vegetables, and, of course, I don't touch preservatives.

We eat cat.

We are not going to eat the cat.

You had no right to change the rules.

Are you saying that I knew that I had a child?

Well, if I had a child, I certainly would have known.

So now you're saying that you having a child is my fault?

This is cereal. It's just corn, brown sugar, yellow #5 and zinc oxide? They've added a sunblock to it.

I'd like to be around you, but, but I'm obligated to go.

You won't shoot any more animals?

You're probably in the bathroom, making yourself look beautiful.

You can never have enough pictures of your kids.

On top of everything else, didn't I tell you to wait in the apartment?

I've got a life here. I can't change everything just because you showed up.

Get out of the street! Come on!

This is a dangerous jungle.

No, you're not a man.

You are an adolescent.

You are free to do whatever you want.

There are no guarantees.

This is speculation.

When can we expect payment?

Now we're laundering money for the Russian Mafia?

You cannot walk away on this, please.

Tastes like lizard guts.

I haven't danced like that since I was a little kid.

I've been in this bathroom for hours!

Stay away from the door!

I'm gonna put it in the wastebasket.

It's still moving.

Put the thing back in its box.

It's as big as an ox!

A cat is a pet!

How do you know it hasn't already laid eggs in the apartment?

What if they miss one and it crawls into my ear while I'm sleeping and lays its eggs in my brain?

This is serious! We have to move!

You're blowing this out of proportion.

Look, if something dramatic has happened, it should be on film.

I look at something and see what it can be and who can wear it.

She doesn't like me.

It's not you at all. It's me.

Well, when you pick one to love, it's very different.

lt's a poecilia latipinna. They're from the Amazon.

You're walking around New York City with a million dollars in a suitcase?

Don't tell me. You're leaving.

You are the most important thing in the world to me, except for this other thing I gotta do now.

This better be an emergency.

Try everything once, I always say.

We'll manage to survive this, okay?

Beluga. Best caviar in whole world.

Believe me, shrewdness is not in the picture.

I told you. Time heals everything.

And this is supposed to be a bribe?

Now where is this champagne?

You're so feisty today.

What do you say we take the champagne and drink it in the bedroom?

I think what we have here is an intercultural misunderstanding.

You just downed $10,000 worth of sushi.

You started a wildfire in my yard.

Maybe you're overreacting?

I still don't understand the problem.

You have nothing to be upset about.

That's a pain that's here to stay.

Screaming's no way to deal with a child.

I'm a parent, therefore, I'm an idiot.

Anybody can land on their feet.

Don't make me lose temper.

Don't move! The spider could kill you.

Oh, that's gotta hurt.

I'm starting to really like that spider.

I have many enemies but none like that spider.

What do you say you and I get the hell outta here?

You know my back affects my work.

Money is honey.

Boys, we're gonna clean up.

Now that's a very big bug.

You're a professional.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp sta #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #jungle 2 jungle

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unvalley · 4 years

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The Way He Moves

Pairing: Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser | Gruvia

Modern AU

Genre: Humor & Romance

Rated: M | For strong language

Summary: Juvia isn't too fond of surprises. Definitely not happy about her friends taking her to an All Male Strip Club, for her birthday. Well, that was until she found something or rather someone to be fond of.

Chapter One | The Birthday Surprise

‘’Can I take it off yet?’’

‘’Just a little bit longer, Juvia. We’re almost there!’’

I let out a groan. The girls made me wear a blindfold ever since we left my surprise birthday party at my apartment for another birthday surprise they said they had for me. That was over thirty minutes ago! So, at that point, I was getting impatient and annoyed as hell. I wasn’t a fan of surprises so I wasn’t looking too forward to it but that is unless they took me to eat to heaven, aka, Caramade’s Franks… I wouldn’t be this stubborn. So, Cana, Erza and Levy, all had to push me from the back to get me to even move a step forward. And hungry. How did I know that was not the case? Because Franks was only across the street from where I lived. Yup, I was the luckiest person in the whole wide world but I wasn’t at that moment.

At some point a sudden wave of music and loud cheers were blasting my ears. I guessed we walked into a building. That was when Lucy let go of my hand and the other girls stopped pushing me.

‘’Okay, Juvia, you can take it off now!’’ They sounded excited. Way too excited and I knew, for a fact that all of them were exchanging smug faces.

‘’Finally!’’ I said as I reached for the blindfold and didn’t hesitate one bit to rip the whole thing. And when I could see… I wanted to dig myself a hole and die in it.

‘’Happy birthday, Juvia!’’

Fairy Tail’s male stripclub?! What the fuck.

As I was frozen in place with my mouth hanging to the floor, I was about to protest but Cana interrupted me and put her arm around my shoulder.

‘’Let’s get drinks!’’ Or I could drink away my misery, that worked perfectly too.

What was really suspicious for me was how the girls somehow managed to get us VIP seats, right in front of the stage. And I couldn’t put a finger on it but I knew they were up to something and I didn’t like it one bit. But anyway, while my friends were drooling over the strippers like a bunch of puppies, I was too busy chugging my booze like nothing ain’t none of my business.

Oh, and let me tell you the names these strippers actually went with… it was so cringe and laughable, that it was sad... This one guy, with pink spiky hair was called ‘’Salamander’’. Yes, those amphibians that look somewhat like a mixture of a frog and a lizard. Okay, those things are cute but this wannabe would forever be the least cutest salamander. Why would you even bring cute and innocent salamanders into stripping? That’s just fucking wack but Lucy didn’t seem to mind any of that. Of course salamander dude had to be her favorite and here I thought Lucy was the smart one, turns out she’s just as bizarre as he is. He just had to dry hump her while exchanging ‘fuck me’ looks. Perhaps they could be a good couple after all with their matching bird brains.

Then there was this very tall guy with dark and long hair and lots of piercings. He had the nickname ‘’Iron fist’’ and I never want to know why of all the names that’s the name he picked. So that's definitely enough stripper descriptions. Just know none of those losers passed the vibe check.

After the longest couple hours of my life, the performances were finally over. I couldn’t have been more happy to yeet myself out of that hellhole but the presenter had yet to announce something.

‘’So ladies… I heard there’s a birthday girl here tonight. Where are you, Juvia?’’

No. Don’t tell me-

‘’She’s here! This hottie is Juvia!’’ My friends started jumping up and down as they were all pointing at me sinking into the couch, trying to make myself invisible from everyone.

‘’Please walk up on the stage, miss. I believe there’ll be a special show just for you’’

Uhm, I think the fuck not. There was no way in hell I was getting on that stage because I’d honestly rather go and start to dig that hole, right the fuck now.

‘’Guys I love you and appreciate you for doing this but I don’t think-’’

‘’Don’t you think it’s finally time for you have fun on your day, Juvs?’’ Levy said and gave me a smile.

I hated to admit it but Levy was so right. It was my birthday after all. And maybe, just maybe I hadn’t even tried to have fun, just because I was at a strip club, where I definitely didn’t want to be but...not like I ever had to come back, right? So I gave Levy a nod as telling her that I agreed.

The presenter, I think his name was Warren, gave me a hand and led me to the center of the stage where a chair was seated. He kindly asked me to take a seat and so I did and then he let go of my hand and wished me a happy birthday, before walking off stage. I looked back at my friends who were giving me their thumbs up and I answered by sticking my middle finger up to them but couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. These girls, I swear to god. They better not regret ever doing this to me,or I’d have to reconsider making new friends. .

”Juvia… let me present to you, your very own Ice Prince’’

Did he just say... my own...Ice prince? Oh god, let me guess, the stripper was going to put ice cubes all over me and somehow make it look all super sexy, like in that 50 shades of Grey movie? Yeah right. Better luck next time finding your ice princess, sweetie.

Whatever, I just had to get this shitshow over with. For good.

I don’t know for how long they let me sit there, all by myself but I felt awkward as hell and the performance hadn’t even started. As I was in deep thought, the loud music suddenly started playing and the screams, squeals and cheers from the female crowd scared me and made me jump in surprise.

After a few seconds I felt a strong but gentle hand on my right shoulder and I looked up in that direction and when I saw him… my whole world stopped.

A/N: It only took me a year to writing this very short and weird AF, first stripper chapter but here it is. And I know what you're all thinking... who the hell includes salamanders and stripping? Oh that would be me. Anyway, I still hope you guys liked the chapter, so stay tuned :)

PS. @be-dazzled told me not to credit her but i’m going to do it anyway, thank u so much for helping me 💓💓💓

#LET ME KNOW IF ANYONE WANTS TO BE TAGGED WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER IS OUT #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster x juvia lockser #gruvia #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #ft #gruvia fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #au #fanfiction au #fanfic #the way he moves fanfiction #the way he moves

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superheroesofbothuniverses · 4 years

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Natasha Gets All The Hot Guys

“Really, Natasha? You’ve added Bucky to your harem now? Why do you have to hog all the hot guys?”

Darcy griped at Black Widow as she sat across from her at the large dining table, plopping her fork down with a disgruntled air. The brand new poly four had just told the other avengers about their status and Thor had told Darcy, whose fan girl hopes and dreams were now crushed.

“It’s not a harem, Darcy, but thank you for the mental image,” Natasha replied calmly, adding a smug wink. “Besides: you snooze, you lose.”

They both watched as Bucky sauntered over and joined Nat, his plate groaning under the mountain of food.

“What’s with the long face, Darce?” He asked, going to town on his steak. The blissful expression on his face made her smile in spite of herself.

“I’m just bitter that Nat keeps snapping up all the hot dudes. Leave some for us science types. We need love too, ya know.”

She made a pouty face at him and he chuckled.

“Sorry, doll,” he said sympathetically. “We all kind of lost touch with the rest of you and things kind of…..fell into place. Heard you’ve been busy getting your PhD. Probably didn’t leave you much time for finding a man.”

Darcy smiled.

“Yeah, that’s true,” she admitted. “But I really am happy for you all. Steve looks ridiculously happy and it’s adorable. And you and Sam flirting in the gym? Hilarious.”

She rubbed her hands together gleefully.

Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“You been spying, Darce? I’ve never seen you in the gym.”

Darcy grinned evilly.

“I will not reveal my sources.”

Bucky gave her an exasperated look, but he was smiling.

“You always were a little shit, Lewis. Seems that nothing has changed.”

“Nope!” she declared cheerfully. “Someone’s gotta keep you heroes on your toes. I’m grateful they invited me to this shindig. The food is top notch.”

It was basically a glorified reunion and celebration over the abolishment of the Accords. In the beginning, they’d seemed like a good idea to some of them, but after the bitter fall out of their fights and the subsequent reality of just how problematic the Accords actually were, well, no one wanted anything to do with them. Darcy had never trusted anyone named Ross and wasn’t about to start now.

She pushed her empty plate away from her with a satisfied sigh.

“Well, I’m gonna go bother Captain Spangles for a few minutes. Enjoy your red meat.”

Getting up from the table, she sauntered over to Steve who was chatting happily with Sam, Scott, and Wanda.

Bucky returned to his meal with relish, only stopping when he’d demolished everything on his plate. Nat had scooted her chair closer to his and was leaning against him contentedly, caressing his metal arm.

“You know, James, I’m thinking I know of a “hot guy” that would be an interesting match for Darcy.”

“Do you now?” Bucky asked, smirking at the idea of Nat matchmaking again. Her skill set made her very good at finding potential dates for other people and he’d learned to just roll with it.

“Yep. He was pretty insufferable and immature back in the day, but the last time I worked with him, he seemed to have grown up a lot. He would give Darcy a run for her money, I believe.”

“Do I know him?” Bucky asked curiously, wracking his brain.

“You know him as Flame Boy,” she told him, grinning at Bucky’s expression as he understood who she meant. They’d met the Fantastic Four briefly and Clint’s old nickname for Johnny had stuck, much to the man’s displeasure.

“Oh man,” he chuckled. “This is gonna be good.”

Two weeks later, Darcy was hiding from yet another alien invasion and being frustrated that her taser did not affect the creatures.

“Please tell me you’re sending help!” She yelled into her phone to Clint.

“We are, but it’s not who you might expect. Stark had to call in extra help, because these things are multiplying really fast.”

“Just tell me who it is!” She snapped impatiently, braining an alien lizard thing with a brick. The creatures weren’t all that bright, but there were a LOT of them.

“The Human Torch, aka Flame Boy, is gonna zoom by in a minute and take you to to the tower.”

“Human Torch? What kind of dumb name is that?” Darcy scoffed. Clint had already hung up, so she returned to her attempts to not get eaten. Another five lizard things surrounded her and she almost groaned in despair. Just as she had resigned herself to being lizard chow, a car screeched to a stop and a ball of fire flew overhead and right at the creatures, bombarding them with flames and sending them screeching away, howling in pain. She gaped in awe as the ball of fire landed a few yards away and revealed itself as a man wearing a tight fireproof suit. As the flames died away, she stared in shock at the smiling face of Johnny Storm himself.

“Dr. Lewis?” he asked. “I’m here with your ride.”

He gestured towards a very shiny bright yellow Lamborghini and Darcy felt a touch faint.

“You’re the Human Torch?” she asked cautiously.

“Yep.” He confirmed, with a nod and smile that reminded her a lot of Steve Rogers. “I’d suggest we get out of here before more of those things show up. Like my chariot?”

“It’s pretty sweet, I admit,” Darcy said as he unlocked the doors and opened hers for her.

“Ohh. A gentleman.” She said teasingly. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Serial Seducer.”

She had heard tales of Johnny’s bedroom exploits, but had never heard his superhero moniker. It definitely made sense, now.

Johnny’s face turned red, but he took the jibe in stride.

“Occasionally, I have my moments,” he said, giving her a smirk as he started the car and got them the heck out of there.

“So, Astrophysics?” He asked her as he took a shortcut down a side street to avoid a blocked off street chocked with lizard things. Thy looked a lot like the Gorns from Star Trek, Darcy thought with a shudder.

“Yes.” She nodded proudly. “I’m surprised you knew that.”

“A certain distant cousin of mine thinks of you very highly and made sure I was properly briefed,” Johnny said. “There may have been threats of bodily harm if I said something inappropriate.”

Darcy leaned her head back and laughed until her sides ached. Well known playboy Johnny was related to straight laced Steve Rogers? The universe sure did have a sense of humor. She imagined Steve threatening Johnny and wheezed as tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks.

“Well, I can very much see the family resemblance,” she giggled. “Looks only, though. Oh, my gosh, this is the best.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Johnny said with a reluctant chuckle. His annoyance at yet another comparison to Rogers was dampened by how adorable her laugh was. He thought he could listen to that for hours.

“Steve said you’d taze me in the balls if I said something gross.”

“He was right, bless him,” Darcy said, appreciating Steve even more. “But seriously, that flame ball was awesome.”

“It comes in handy sometimes,” Johnny said with surprising modesty. Darcy looked him over again and wondered if the years had toned him down from the egotistical kid he’d once been. It was a good look on him, she thought.

“Steve failed to mention just how pretty you are,” Johnny said after a few beats of silence. “Does the man have eyes?”

“He does, but only for a certain fly boy and two deadly assassins,” Darcy said, laughing and blushing a bit at the compliment.

Johnny’s eyebrows flew up.

“Wow, Cap’s got game! But he must care about his friends, too or he wouldn’t get so protective over you.”

“He’s a good dude,” Darcy agreed, as the car pulled into the tower parking area. Security was tight, but Darcy flashed her ID and soon they were parking.

Johnny got out and once again opened the door for her.

“Well, hopefully we’ll run into each other again,” he said, trying to sound casual. Darcy got the sense he was very interested, but reining himself in. It was rather cute.

“Maybe we will, Preferably when there’s no lizard aliens trying to eat us,” she replied. “Stark’s got a big charity gala coming up and I may be there.”

He broke out in a grin and nodded.

“Good to know. Stay safe, Doctor. I’m gonna go scorch some more lizards.”

“Don’t get dead, flame boy!” She called over her shoulder as she turned away. Surprisingly, Darcy looked forward to getting to know what made Johnny Storm tick. Maybe her luck had finally changed. If he turned out to be a keeper, she was not gonna let Nat snatch him up, no sireee.

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