#ITS LIKE all you give them a drink? 200 shots

[mckruls]

OH MY GOD GUYS REALLY AFTER ALMOST TWO WEEKS??? OKAY

Divorce failure duo go to drink together and thing will go totally disaster with happy ending of course

[romanscoming]

Hi. Will u do evan peters x reader. Where Evan's friends are celebrating 🍾 his birthday at a strip club but he feels nervous since it's his first time being in a strip club since he's awkward and shy, but the reader works at a strip club gives him relief and makes him come out of his shell.

I was think about a face claim of the reader either to look like kali uchis or sza. But I chose sza bc she's wifey.

Love u girly pop.

“BEAUTY AND THE BEAR.”

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SHY!EVAN PETERS x BLACK!FEM!SEXY!STRIPPER!READER (READER IS A MIXTURE OF SZA & KALI) SMUT - 18+

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3RD PERSON | EVAN PETERS POV :

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p in v, oral (m&f receiving), soft sex, gentle sex, praise kink, celebrating sex, birthday sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap), stripper/strip club, hair pulling kink, body worship, size kink, belly bulge kink, Evan wanting it slow so it can last long, spit kink, cum control, cockwarming, biting, marking kink, inexperienced/kinda experience, goddess kink, pleasing kink, pussyeating, Evan/Reader in control for the most part, whiny/sensitive Evan and Reader, begging, pleasuring and pleading, making out, tit sucking, edging, grinding, dirty talk, tongue fucking, reader playing in Evan's hair, overstimulation, mention of public fucking and owning Evan.

EVAN WAS NEVER THE TYPE OF GUY WHO WOULD GO TO CLUBS.., maybe bars, and small little clubs but never a strip club.

That's what he thought until now, all of his friends wanted to celebrate his win of best act, and his bday; January 20th, at a strip club, but nobody told Evan they surprised him with it, and boy oh boy was he embarrass.. and so nervous when he seen the girls dancing, and the smirks on his friends faces.

"Why are we here..?" they just smirk at his question before pulling him into a boot which was quickly followed by a waiter asking them what would they like to drink, before Evan could answer with 'water' his friends shouted "About 10 shots of Whiskey, and 5 shots of Crown"

Evan was in shock still nervous as ever but only the drink arrive he was forced by his friends to take at least about 7 of them, back to back.

That's he'd realize it was a busy night at the club, they were about 5 girls on the stage but nun caught his eye,, not yet.

Just as you arrived on stage, with a silky see-though rope as you had gotten closer to the rope and let your hand slip off of your shoulders pushing the rope off your your body exposing your glamour body roped ties around your body, showing off always your curves, the thickness around your thighs as the lining of the tongs laid out, all of your body fat showing making him crave you.

Just as his eyes rises from your legs to your breast as the straps of the sequin tank top hugged against your big boobs causing them to spill out around any open area it can find,, eyes falling back onto your stomach as he watch the rhinestones coming from your belly button all the way between your boobs.

It was like he was in heaven he didn't know what to do or what to think and was all just you,, a goddess.

He could tell this wasn't your first time dancing, by the way your outfit stood out of the rest, your shiny, like a Emperor,, a Feminine empress, like gold.. like the stars on a starry night.

Just as you stopped your little warm up, they called out your starring name, "Lady 'Gorgeous-Gensis' and her last and special dance for the night!"

Your head raised at the state of your name, and your let out a cheeky smile before swaying your hips against the pole, your hands stroking it, sliding up and down as your eyes travel throughout the audience smirking at all of the men with their heart eyes staring back at your while throwing cash.

Do to being a starring stripper, you hardly had to do shit to get the men attention, it was just the need of revealing clothes which intended to always get the attention the more.

Double DD cups, and a slim waist and with big juicy ass, and you'd have everyone in the whole world attention, no eyes off of you.

But you think that was way your became a stripper?

You friend and you loved to dance as you grew up, elementary School dance team, middle school dance team, and aa track-star in high school and dance team again, you just loved to sway your hips around and dance around,

Whenever you were on the stage, next to the pole with the lights shining on you, it was as if nobody was there you were just dancing to be happy, to feel like how it was to be young dancing on tv or something,

All of the motion in you, just rolling on your body, sassing your hips, jiggling all of the shininess of your outfit around the whole room and your eyes fell onto Evans sparkled eyes as he wanted you out of all of the women in the room, he was watching you

Watching your every move, every step, every bounce, every shake, everything, and once your eyes locked in, and you smirk and blew him a kiss he was calling from heaven,

he could have died in your arms right then and there.

A loyalist man, who is just craving you attention, your body and wants to make you feel like .

Evan would make your pleasure his top priority, did do anything to have you moaning, crying and moaning his name in pleasure from what he was doing to you.

Locking in eyes with him was like a predator and a prey right in action.

You didn't think but was your swing on the pole legs half wide and your back arched as your head fell back looking into his eyes one again before standing up and bouncing on the floor in a slip,,

You wanted to get him in action, hard as a rock.. you just wanted him as much as he wanted you, but who was going to tease the other the most.

You stood up a little like a pornstar, as your felt back to your knee throwing your head back

Before telling your hands fall to the floor and hold on to it as your whipped your head back and front letting your energy max out as your started to crawl to the edge of the stage where Evan was standing before facing your back toward him and bouncing your ass up and down acting as if it was him.. you know his cock.

You hungry little slut, you take it anymore and you knew you were getting closer to the end of your dance before you walked back to the pole all sexy and sassy just as your stripped from up to down on that pole before posing with your body upside down.

Legs crossed holding you on the pole as your hands landed on the floor keeping your head from dropping dead on the floor, you wink as the eyes on you screamed and cheered as the room went all dark, and you were off the stage and into the back dressing rooms.

You were fixing your hair, makeup and wiping all of the sweat from your body off as your sprayed your perfume and felt all pretty and beautiful again, like a beauty model.

Just as your disappeared in the darkness Evan frowned.. he wanted to see more of you, he'd stood up from his stop and sat at the bar dressing the alcohol he was given, "Your eyes were on Y/N huh boy?"

"that's her name?" Evan grin to himself before looking from his drink, hands and then finally at the man,

All he could think of is your pretty, full of beauty skin, and a gorgeous name for your gorgeous-self,, so beautiful.

"She's not quite new maybe joined in about a couple of days ago or a week, but her moves are always something new, yk."

Evan just smiled at the man before smirking as he started to move away, noticing you in a rope walking around towards a closet.

"Hi..uh-Hey Y/N,, I can-" Evan had tired to say before you continued to walk farther away from him.

He frowned to himself but it was turned upside down when he heard your soft voice..

"Hold on,, just a second baby." He had heard you say,, it was like you were sent from heaven for him, you have him floating following you like one of the cartoon characters madly inlove.

Evan let out a small whimper, "uh.. Okay!"

You walked back out with shoes and your heels in your hand as you backpack was on your back hair clipped up, but in a pretty way to make Evan fall for her more.

He watched as you got closer to him letting out a small chuckle, "What is it honey?"

She started to walk off, waving at others stripper and the bartenders and other worked before walking out the door.

Evan was following her close behind, forgetting about his birthday and about what he friends sent him here to do, to celebrate right?

He followed behind you ramble as he stayed behind you all the way to your car, just are you let out a hum and grabbed a hold of the door handle of the car.

You body turned very fast and you locked eyes with the taller men, as you heart skipped a beat, and word were caught in his throat.

You smiled and grab ahold of his hand before kissing it, "The infamous Evan Peters caught a eye fa' me?"

You could see the redness of his cheeks as he was flushed with blush across his face.

You smile before kissing his hand and up his arms before licking his name, looking at him while doing it before his grip on your hand had gotten tighter.

Just as you were getting on your tippy-toes to kiss him, as your breath was on his bottom lip..

His body shocked, which making you press your forehead against his, before..

Whispering in his ear, "Relax birthday-boy.., Would you a present from me?" Just as you kissed him before he could even answer your question.

That's how it leaded to the position you were in now, you were in the back seat of your car just as your legs were spread wide open.

You had teased him enough he shoved you in the back seat and ripped off the rope you had on before and the lingerie your had one before fingering you for a while.

But now it was something different,

Evan hands with a mad grip on your thighs as his head was buried in between your thighs deep inside of them, he'd made you cum at least twice already,

You were just begging him to let you please him; whining moaning, whimpering and crying balling in tears.

"Baby-Baby, Bb~AagHh~Evannn!"

Moans leaving out your mouth left and right and his tongue worked hard on your clit like he had double the speed and double the tongue going rapidly between your pussy lips.

over and over and over, you were happy but sad, it was his birthday and he was suppose to be getting the pleasure, just as you felt about orgasm coming up your looked in his eyes just as he thrusted his tongue into your cunts hole, again and again and again.

He hummed against your pussy, "Cum all over my face cmon, precious." he said as he bit on your pussy making you let out a loud cry.

Just as your body started to shake at your approaching pit in your stomach, Evan hands fell on your body, the feel of your curves against him was like heaven

He would be lying to you if he'd say no he wasn't palming himself thought his pants, he'd been at it sense the second time you came,

The way he was licking you like he was a man who hadn't even in seconds, days, weeks, months, years..

So ferocious..

Savage,..

And VICIOUS

You were loving it just as much as you were losing it, your hand quickly fell to his hair as you pushed him closer inside of you pussy before thrusting your hips upwards letting his nose slip up and down your slit over and over..

You let out a loud ass moan, "Please!!, Evan-Babyyyy-ahhh~ nngh-pleas'Honeyy!" you whined as your eyes fell into his eye just as his watch you twitch on his tongue and seen how your eyes were trying to focus on him, you needed to be praised.

"Y/N, you doing so good baby, just cum on vanny's tongue, cum all over his face for him okay, just keep your eyes on me when you have your orgasm?"

You nodded quickly as he mumbled a small, "good baby girl" in your pussy before licking it up better then he was doing before.

His finger shoved into your hole, thrusting them back and forwards,, and starting to curl them up inside of you as your eyes were on him and as they rolled back for a bit.

"Cumming!!.. Im cumming evvy!! Aaaah~ I can't hold it its so strong aagh~ pleaseeee.. nngh! You whimpered just as your body shaken bad, all of your body moving as your pussy squirted all over Evans face just as his fingers in your cunt were covered in thick white substances..

Pussy fully juiced as most of it was still coming out falling into Evans mouth as his opened it whine wanting more, you moaned at the sight before, his fingers circled your clit just as you came once again, as the liquid spilled out of your hole.

His pants were off now, boxed still of as he sticked his hand out and palmed himself as you watched whining wanting to touch him as you reach for him but he didn't save you.

Evan kissed your stomach up to your neck, peppermint kissing your face cooling you down as he kissed your lips..

"I was supposed you please you vanny-bear!"

He shushed you just as you got settled on his lap, just as he exposed he coded cock with his pre-cum mixture of gulps of his white thicken cum.

Finally as you were pushed down on his cock, you started ridding him, as his sucked on your neck, letting marks all around.

Slowly, bucking your hips back and forth as his cock filled you up.

His hands quickly gripped on your waist squeezing roughly as he became all nervous and clingy to you, wanting you to be closer.

You whimpered as his nails were starting to go into your stink, just as another loud whimper fell out of your mouth.

Evan hand darted up to over your mouth shushing you a little.

"Shh, doll, you can't be too loud." He spoke softly to you,

You nodded quickly looking deeply into his eyes as you started to ride faster.

Evan didn't wanna to rick him wanting to hear you so he didn't hand from your mouth, instead he stuff two fingers; middle and index into your mouth chargering you to suck them.

Evan had never been ridden like this, it was like a dream, he was still a little clingy but wanted to control himself because he was scared he was going to lose it and was going to bone you into the seats on the car,,

But it seem like he was going that anyways like his hands were rolling around you body all over as he started to play with your tits for a while as he squeezed them and pinch the nipples making you whine again..

"Holy fuckkk-you're riding me sooo'g good babyyy doll." He groaned under you as your head fell in his neck as you started to bounce more, but slowly gave out.

Evan began lifting your hips, meeting you half way, but in the same pace, just thrusting much faster then you.

Your moans were going to be the death of him as they became louder even though they were muffled.

He knew for a fact you hadn't been touch like how he's been touching you know.

"Please.. Bear.. I don't think I can't last any longer.."

Just as you choked on his fingers he flipped you guys over just as the white liquid circle was reveal around his cock as he thrusted in and out.

Your hands grabbed his shoulders and the right hand fell to his back as you whined loud and moan, as you breathe was caught up as you felt him slipping in you as you had a dent in your stomach.. which was his fat mushroom tip and thick member.

You whimper and all, as you nails duged into Evans skins as his head fell back as he groaned for the pain and started to ram into your cunt.

Fast and faster by the second your eyes were rolling back just as he was watching you slowly kissing your forehead and rubbing his thumb around your lips as he pushed it into your mouth making you suck on it, as you were full on babbling while sucking.

"Such a pretty cockdrunk dollface."

He kissed your lips deeply, both of you huffing mouths together,

as the kiss was very angrily or passionately which to choose, pulling on the bikini top, which were now not even covering your breast, they were exposed to the fresh lustful air.

You were pulling Evan closer to you just as you were humping upwards while his dick was hitting your celivix over and over

You eyes rolled back, just as your head fell back and you kissed your teeth as you held Evan more closer wanting more just as you guys both started to thrust against each other..

"Evannnn! bear,, vanny.. mm.. ah! please god.. Soooo good s'good!" You cried and babbled just as you guys locked eyes again as you clench to him once you started to cream his cock, full of your juices and wetness.

You kissed Evan heatedly as he started to ram into you over and over, quickly as his dick twitched in your warm thigh cunt..

"Y/NNNN!" He groaned as he felt you tighten around him, "I don't think I can pull out.. you sucking me in Y/N.. fffff'fuck!"

Just then and now, you were nodding at him as you cupped his cheek wanting him to stay focused on you, a sex kiss, wet and sloppy as you guys tongues slapped and played against each other just as you clench around him more.

Wrapping your legs around his hip pushing him deep was you sensitive pussy was feeding him in more and more, you cried as you felt him rack into your womb, you nodded your head more

His cock twitches even more finally as his cupped face in your hand focused on you and your tight cunt just as his thrusts were getting sloppier and quicken slowly,

He moaned and groaned as you clenched on him more wanting him to stay and not more, before you knew it the wall of your cunt were painted white, you smiled at him giving him a lazy kiss as you let him ride out his orgasm and kissed you deeply but breathlessly feeling him still in your stomach

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[lost-technology]

So, lads, lassies and laird's, I've been watching the Fallout TV series. I'm about halfway through it. The Fallout series are video games that I like a lot - I haven't played them all, but I'm enough of a fan that I've legit made FOOD from The Official Vault-Dweller's Cookbook gifted to me by my late nephew (I was drinking homemade Nuka-Cola yesterday). The super-fans are going to wank and whine about the lore-details, but I take it as its own entry and am enjoying it so far (even though I miss the NCR). I'm actually SURPRISED that a live-action show based on video games is as good as it is. (They usually suck, this is pretty good...) Anyway, just what does this have to do with Trigun (other than both things taking place in post-apocalyptic desert settings)? Well, there is the 200+ year old guy (ghoul) with the long shot up duster which I addressed on this blog before as "Perfect wardrobe - if anyone makes a live action Trigun, pay attention to this). Cooper isn't quite the "Vash" here, though... his morals are more... Wolfwood? Left of Wolfwood? He's actually an excellent study in broken morals as he used to be a very decent guy in his pre-war life... No... it's how main character Lucy is giving me some inspiration. Lucy is the Vault-Dweller. She comes from a sealed underground Vault that her ancestors fled into to escape the bombs. The Vaults, however, were never meant to save anyone. Lucy's Vault currently has a population-problem (everyone's getting incesty), it's connected to two other Vaults and there's a trade-thing going on, including for breeding, but there's definitely something weirder going on that the series is unfolding... And everyone in her Vault is super-idealistic. They're all peaceful people who live by peaceful ways and they have an agriculture-area (NOT AT ALL unlike the Geoplant-room / recreation room of a SEEDS ship!) that is set up to simulate Nebraska. So when Lucy goes out into the outside world in her quest to find her kidnapped father (is stuff that happens in episode 1 really a spoiler???) she's just very... trying to do things peacefully and with good morals in this... wrecked and horrible world. She cites The Golden Rule a lot. But then... she gets quickly and progressively "grittified." She has to do some awful things to survive and carry out her quest, although she actually sticks to her moral code. (So far, I've only seen her directly kill once, in self-defence, and it is arguable that the subject was in the realm of not-human-anymore and death-was-a-mercy) and she was shocked by it. And immediately after, she did a kindness to someone who betrayed her simply because she decided that she was not going to let the world change her. "I will never become you." Reminded me of Vash a bit - Born in a sealed metal spaceship with artificial environs, not unlike a Vault (save that SEEDS was actually meant to save Humanity, not experiment on it, not that...um...experiments didn't happen *tugs collar*). The SEEDS folk that we meet (Rem, Luida, Brad) seem to come from an optimistic, idealistic perspective in contrast to the survival-world of the desert planet. Instead of a world to colonise / recolonise according to a peaceful plan sold to their ancestors, it's a dog-eat-dog nasty world where murder is common. And yet, Vash sticks to his guns and keeps to ideals and doesn't let him change him for the worse by his own hard-won decision, in spite of absolutely everything. This, of course, also has me thinking of my WIP fanfic in which Rem survives and what I was doing in direction in that with her and continued survival having to face a post-Fall world and no longer being a pedestal-figure for Vash, but having to be a real person and surprising him and gaining grit (in a strictly in-character way). So, of course the story of this TV series, being what it is, is jogging my brain.

[atamascolily]

Lily liveblogs: Thunderbolt Fantasy 4x07

Well, that escalated quickly.

Chao Feng and her party get their asses kicked by some ordinary demon goons... only for the camera to pivot to them standing around looking confused as Lin Xue Ya appears. Another victory for the Enigmatic Gale, everyone!

Lin recognizes Chao Feng and decides to keep her around as a potentially useful pawn--everyone else can come, too, I guess. Meanwhile, Chao Feng demands that he kowtow to her, but once Lin reveals he's seen Lang recently, she'd follow him anywhere.

meanwhile, Azi is lounging around at home on his Brooding Couch (where did he get the furniture, Lang and Spider trashed everything) drinking wine and video chatting with Xing Hai

Xing Hai wants to know what's going to happen in the future given all of the scheming, and Azi's like, "hahaha, no, can't be bothered"

also it turns out that something weird happened to Azi as a result of meddling with space-time and he lost all his memories up to a certain point (~200 years ago) and has no idea how he got here and no desire to do anything, so he advises Xing Hai to tone it down with the drugs demonic magic, lololol.

the only thing that makes Azi happy anymore is drinking tormenting Lang, lolsob

this supports my theory that Azi doesn't care if Lang kills him as long as he fucks shit up in the process/breaks everything

all this is to say: the Madoka Magica vibes intensify

elsewhere in the Demon Realm, Covid Safety Protocols and Megamind are having a nice banquet together.... and unlike Ansarto's banquet, the food actually looks pretty good?

how does Covid Safety Protocols even drink with her mask on is one of this show's greatest mysteries

but it doesn't matter because they're both abruptly murdered from behind!

Cut to Spider and Wasp yelling at each other for "accidentally" killing their allies, lololol

they take the seals, but THEN Xing Hai shows up with a steel chair a scrying mirror and banishes them to the Shadow Realm because it's one thing if Lang kills a noble (he's a demon and her boss says it's okay) but she can't allow ordinary humans to get Ideas.

all of this happens in like three minutes, btw, and it's a lot.

wish we'd gotten a full season 5 and an extra episode in S4 so this could be less rushed, sob.

meanwhile, Lang drinks the Dubious-Looking Potion that Ansarto gives him over Ling Ya's sensible objections, which is supposed to transform him from caterpillar to butterfly. I thought this was a metaphor, but then after he coughs up the requisite blood, Lang gets rolled up in a silk cocoon, so actually that was entirely literal.

is he gonna wake up with insect legs now

... anyway, Lang has to confront his Inner Demons, which turn out to be important people from his past like Shang and Tian Ming telling him he sucks.

weirdly, no sign of his mom, though - bet they're saving that for the next episode

also that final shot where he passes out on top of his own reflection... poetic cinema

In the Wasteland of Spirits, Shang Bu Huan whips out the broken magic sword that You Qing used to fight Lou Zhen Jie back in s2 (making this the most unexpected callback/cameo EVER) and takes advantage of its innate attraction to demonic energy to hover in mid-air and yeet himself into the abyss leading to the demon realm

Shang Bu Huan: "I'm Mary Poppins, y'all!"

also that little somersault he does... this show is delightfully Extra

Dan Fei and Juan Can Yun are just gonna wait there for him to come back, I guess?

anyway, the preview for the next episode shows Shang reuniting with Tian Ming and Chao Feng going into a glowing green square portal, which makes me think that Lin is going to find out her dad's true identity this way, hahahaha.

[hfy-kot]

KOT prologue pt 2 of ?

Captain Ides stood in the command room of the Ark Ship New Eden, being told by the numbers, that they were going to lose, and they were going to die.

The fleet around New Eden stood at 6 stations and 45 ships, with ancient weapons and scrap yard fixes fleet wide. There was a fleet coming, and they were in no shape to get far enough out of the way, nor able to win. The ships that could escape couldn't get far enough, fast enough to get away.

Head of engineering, Sam Kelly, burst through the command room door. "Captain, I think I have a solution" the hyper active redhead babbled out, bouncing on their heels. "I would love good news Kelly. Please give me good news."

"I think I can get the old sub-space transmitter to work, and if we can get a transmission out..." They trailed off, the Captain already rolling her eyes.

"We could what Kelly? Get told no, and that we're on our own at FTL speeds? Anyone close enough to help has already been asked and said no."

"The sub-space transmitter can reach Sol, it can reach home." They mumbled with hope and awe.

"Sol has been dark for 200 years, not a pip since they lost the war and abandoned the rest of us. Do you really think that some random SOS, from across the verse, they'll suddenly CARE?" Captain Ides was exhausted and hopeless, she needed news and help, not some fantasy of a miracle savior.

Kelly was inching their way out of the room. "Sorry Captain, I'll let you know if I figure out anything else, sorry." They backed out of the room, before running back to the engineering center, a plan already spinning itself together. They wouldn't need to power it until it was put all the way back together, and after Sam found Sol's sub-space coordinates. They would only get one shot, the captain would be pissed, because that power will have to pull from somewhere, but they could worry about it later, they had 5 hours to rebuild the fleet's salvation.

3 hours till the Kroack fleet arrives, and Captain Ides is drinking her 8th cup of coffee in as many hours, walking lines in the floor of the command room. She has ran out of things to do, waiting on her extinction and watching hopeless repairs and preparations.

"Jess, wake me in an hour, I doubt much will change much."

Captain Ides woke up with a jolt, something just set off the emergency power in 70% of the ship. Something was very wrong with her ship, and at the worst possible time. She checked her wrist com. They had less than 2 hours to contact, and now they were in a dangerous spot, without the attack on its way. "Jess, report. What the hell just happened?"

"Something triggered a massive power surge to Engineering. The ship defaulted everything to low lights, and pulled power from all non essentials. Unfortunately it looks like the power surge blew out about 2/3 of the sensor array. All of the long range and most of our short range is gone." First Mate Jess rattled off, looking bleak.

Captain Idea was wide awake now as she thought of what could've possibly done this. The entire Ark would know if they blew a generator, just losing one wouldn't drop that much power. Her mind raced through section after section of the ship. Until she hit engineering. Sam wouldn't disobey a direct order, not right now of all times. Right?

"Jess notify the rest of the fleet we need them to direct comm their senors, all of them. I know it'll be a lot of data, try to run it through LIBRA. If we still have the power. I need to go to engineering" Idea grabbed her coffee cup and quickly exited the room. " If I'm right, I'm going to eject that red head out of the nearest air lock" she darkly thought to herself

Sam Kelly, Chief Engineer, sat in the floor of the Sub-Space room. They blew out everything in the room, including the door locks. But the maintenance bot was working on the door, so they just had to wait. They got the transmitter put together faster than any time they read through on the exo-net. Sol's cords were buried in the archive but still not a challenge. But if the Captain was right, and no one answers, or not fast enough, they were all going to die. Sam laughed to themselves. Even if they didn't do anything, everyone was going to die.

They stood up to stretch their legs, and await their fate. Death or salvation, they knew that they had done everything in their power to save their home.

[officiallyjm]

Xiley

It was sundown and the club was beginning to become packed. I threw a few shots back and closed my eyes tightly, tensing as the burning sensation ran through my body. My feet were vibrating, and I could feel the bass booming in my fingertips. The club seemed to be where I was the least free. I feel so trapped here from time to time, almost like I can't make it through the night if I don't have alcohol in my system. I need tonight to go smoothly. This week has been slow and I have to make at least $200 in spending money. I imagine tonight will be quickly paced seeing as though I just arrived, and the club is filled with more than the regulars.

Working at the club has been fun, and it's usually enjoyable. Free drinks, hot girls, and great music make for a good time, I couldn't complain. However, my life and the club have somehow intertwined. Just like the outside world, I've gotten used to the creeps who cat-call and barely give a dime to the woman who's delivering their drinks, but I assume it's because they're focused on the women shaking their asses. I can't blame them. The women who work here are breathtakingly gorgeous. It was almost as if a Greek God dropped them down from the heavens, and guided them to this club, whispering in their ears that this was their calling.

Interrupting my thoughts, I could feel my body heating up. My limbs started to loosen and I felt more wired, my mind quickly registered that my pre-game began to run its course.

I looked myself over in the mirror, assessing my body and taking myself in. My brown lip combo had smudged a bit, so I reapplied it. Just as I was finishing, my phone started to ring and I was met with a familiar face on the screen. "Hi Mingi, what cha doin'?" I sang into his ear with a grin on my face.

"Nothing pretty girl, just sitting down debating if I should come over tonight." He awaited my answer, knowing it would be the same as always. I sat down with my phone to my ear, and a tube of lipgloss in my hand, applying it as I replied to Mingi. "Is that even debatable?" Mingi let out a chuckle and I could hear him shuffling on the other end.

"I consider a lot of things debatable, I guess you just make me question things."

I smile at his corny attempt to flirt with me.

I hurriedly rushed him off the phone, "I have to go. Just be at my house when I get there. You wouldn't want me all hot and bothered waiting for you, now would you?" Mingi couldn't help himself from smiling from ear to ear, loving the bond the two of you had formed.

"See ya later, sexy." Mingi ended the call, and I couldn't help but squeal. Mingi just gave me the perfect way to end my night.

I stood from my seat in the back room and adjusted my daisy dukes, swimming a finger through the holes in my fishnet leggings. My vision seemed to disappear and all that remained was an empty cloud above my head. Thoughts began to whir into the bubble and I was left gazing at myself in the mirror. Working at the club had its perks, but I felt the pressure of the world and grind culture on my back. It seems that taking a break and enjoying the world around you is illegal nowadays. Oh, how I wish I could just take a walk in the park and paint the scenery. But alas, that just isn't possible.

I let all my worries and frustrations go, and walked into the front of the club, spotting Zaria at the bar. Seeing as though we haven't talked much today, I decided to spark up a conversation with her. "Hi, my lovely. I've missed you. How long has it been, 10 days?" I sarcastically asked, beckoning her in for a hug. "It's been like a good 10 minutes. I can't believe this." She used her hands and motioned as if she were wiping away a tear. "Joe asked me to work earlier today, and I would have, but I like this schedule I have going on right now. I'm quite literally a night light. I'm glowing." I beamed, slightly yelling due to the blaring music.

Most of the energy I had tonight was being fueled by my desires, and the few drinks I had going through my system. If I wanted these people to be more tolerable and appealing to my eyes, I had to take at least one more shot to get my blood pumping. "I do love this thing you have going on." Zaria let out a laugh as she was prepping her materials for the night. I watched intently as I noticed she seemed a bit more comfortable tonight, and I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

Time seemed to slip by me, grazing my fingertips as each minute passed by. It was 7 p.m. which meant my shift had officially begun. I rounded tables, and people, inquiring them to buy more bottles and inciting cheers. Dancing and singing along to songs that I felt nobody understood more than I could. I watched as one of my close friends, Gia, stumbled in late, but to my surprise, she was only around 20 minutes past appropriate arrival. I waved at her and I think she was too high to see what was happening in front of her.

I scanned the club, landing on a group of regulars I attended often. They assigned me the nickname, Marly. It honestly made me a little uneasy, but I allowed it because I could stretch these men out of $100 if I sweet-talked them enough. It was like taking candy from a baby. Needy men were my easiest targets, and they boosted my ego. Was there a better way to make $100 in this economy?

I walked over to the men, sending a smirk toward my favorite. He was an older man who always had on business attire, and he tipped the most. He's never given me his name. I summed this up to him not wanting anyone he may have been associated with to know where he spent most of his evenings. He'd usually be gone by 8, which meant I had to work fast if I wanted the quick money. "Hi, everyone. Today we have a special deal going on. You tip me well, and I give you the usual service of a bottle and a smile. Of course that comes with you watching me dance from across the club." I joked with them and watched as they lit up.

"You know, Marly, you're the only bottle girl who jokes with us. These other stuck-up bottle girls barely come our way." One of the men expresses. I laugh and try to defend my colleagues, explaining that not everyone possesses the same attributes as me. They were persistent and continued to drag my coworkers through the dirt.

Shifting in my stance, no name sent a glance my way, signaling me to move toward him. I walked over, becoming addicted to the attention and praise I was receiving. I looped an arm around his neck, keeping the tray with the bottles steady using only one hand. He wrapped his arm around the nape of my back sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms. He was the type of man that shouldn't be allowed to touch women he hardly knew anything about, simply because he looked as if he couldn't be trusted. He stared at what seemed to be my entire body, and I swear I could hear him taking sniffs of my perfume. "How about I take one of these bottles, and you take this." In his hand sat $200, and on his face sat an unrecognizable grimace that made my skin crawl.

I took the money out of his hand and he reached for the crisp bottle of tequila that stood on my tray. Once he grabbed it, I waved goodbye in a sensual manner and made my way over to the bar to request more bottles. There were plenty of bartenders working tonight, so I assumed it wouldn't take very long to get them. On the flip side, I saw Zaria having a conversation with the club owner, Joe. It wasn't likely that he was praising her work ethic, much more like he was increasing her workload. In this profession though, an increased workload meant increased pay. No one ever complained about more money here at House of Cards.

When I figured Joe was long gone from Zaria, I walked over to her to greet her for the third time tonight and ask her about her short interaction with Joe. "Hi, what was that all about?" I asked Zaria, curiosity drawn neatly over my face. Zaria gathered herself, pinning her gaze on me, and responded, "Joe needs a bottle girl in the Red Room, would you care to join me?" I laughed at her formality. "But of course! I'd love to accompany you in the Red Room." With a smile on her face, she nods and accepts my response.

"If the rich niggas out tonight, I gotta take a shot... so they can take a bite," I said.

Zaria laughed and we proceeded to converse about other things before we would follow through to the Red Room. It was then that Gia walked over to us, spilling information about a man she had recently interacted with. It was no surprise that Gia received attention from random men. She was stunning. A real beaut that made even the most secure doubt themselves.

After our chat, I decided it would be the perfect time to head to the back and fix myself up. I wasn't completely inebriated. I could still feel my toes, and my head wasn't spinning with useless thoughts and images of a perfect world. I looked at the bottle that I kept in the back room. It was a must for almost every shift, especially during this point in my life. I really tried to get myself out of the funk that I was in tonight, but it was following me everywhere. I throw back one last shot for the night, knowing I've reached capacity, and make my way over to the lounge.

Working in the V.I.P. lounge sometimes made me feel a bit at ease because the money was great there. It was more secluded and the men gave you money for being pretty. On big occasions, they practically spread their riches to others. I do suppose  it could be seen as charity, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Charity or not.

As I approached the lounge, I looked up at the lit sign that read Paradise in a bold purple. The employees at the club call Paradise "The Red Room," due to its signature red dim lights that give a sinister vibe to the room. The Red Room was the best part of the club. It smelled so sweet, a hearty scent that landed in your nostrils and stayed there for hours. Paradise held only the best workers. Contrary to the upper level, the Red Room wasn't as quickly paced. It made you realize how calm and collected an ablaze setting like this could be. Pandemonium was the most convincing word I can think of to describe it here.

I walked down the stairs and saw my fellow coworkers, and three men, who were sitting from tallest to shortest. There was a very subtle difference in their height, but they all looked of decent height. I began to saunter over to my friends and give a formal greeting to Gia, who I'd hardly seen tonight. There are a few regulars in the Red Room who are being tended to by other employees. The employees who get racy, and can't help but to run to those who have the most money.

In the blink of an eye, I stroll over to the three men with bottles in my hands, telling them the same line I gave to my regulars earlier in the night. They didn't find it as amusing as I would have hoped, so I hit them with something new. "Well, since y'all aren't feeling my pickup line, how about I feel on you, and you tell me what you'd like then?" The words seemed to spill out from my mouth, and I caught them once they were unbound.

The guy I pointed at had a smirk on his face and watched me intently as I got closer to him. I stood strong, letting my left arm rest on my left leg, wearing a small smile on my lips. I could feel his warm breath on my stomach, a compelling synergy forming between our breathing. He looked up at me. "Oh yeah? Try." My heart began to race. No man in this club had ever had this effect on me. He was almost perfect, and not what I was expecting to see tonight. Most good-looking men stayed on the upper level, not being able to afford the Red Room standard entrance fee. So seeing this beautiful man beneath me caught me by surprise.

His orbs were the most perfect shade of brown that glimmered under the dim lights. They held a certain magnificence that I hadn't seen often in this lifetime. His skin was pale, yet he had a soft tan that made me think he protected it even when he never stepped foot in daylight. He wore a subtle cologne that made my nose hairs raise, searching for his scent without being noticed. The tattoos that coated his arm taunted me. The ambiguity of this man drew me in. I felt that I may have to be physically held back.

Forging confidence, I lean in towards him. "Well, you see... This is a no touching zone," I point to a sign that reads NO TOUCHING, "And I don't break rules."

He let out a silent laugh, turning his head to one of the guys he was with. From what I could make out, the guy he wished to gain the attention of, had eyes that were set on Gia. He turned to me. "I wish I gave a fuck about rules." His gaze went a bit cold, and I loved every second of it. I giggled at his antics, giving him a toothy smile.

I hated that he was making me feel this way. I didn't even know this man, yet he already had such a strong grip on me. I wasted no time moving my body lower to reach his face. I whisked my face towards his neck and took a swipe of it. Slowly teasing him, waiting for him to put a hand on me, or even a finger. I was met with disappointment because he didn't even flinch when I touched him. I couldn't help but become curious about how he wasn't accepting my advances. Nevertheless, I took this as an opportunity to make him yearn for me. "$40 for the bottle, $100 for me," I whispered in his ear.

He shifted in his spot on the sofa, grabbing my waist and sitting me on his lap.

"Dance for me." He demanded.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my face directly to his. "I think you've got the wrong idea about me. I'm not a dancer. But, if you'd like, I can find you one..." I trailed off at the end, plastering the best puppy dogs on my face. Puppy dog eyes were my key to roping a man in, and I was guiding him through a maze. I averted my eyes to his lips. He had a lip piercing that he showed more attention to than me. He would swipe his bottom lip with his tongue, and bite it afterwards. It seemed like an invitation, but I didn't want to assume. I disregard his actions, raising my eyes and meeting his.

I start to unravel immediately. He had been watching me watch him. I scanned his entire face and noticed his smirk. He does that a lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Dance for me." He repeated. My mouth fell agape. I didn't know what to do. It was at that moment I began to come down from this high he had me on. We were clearly breaking rules, and now he wanted me to dance for him. Like a dancer. Here in this club. That I work at. I didn't know what to think. I needed the money and I didn't want to cheat myself out of a couple hundred.

A thought crossed my mind, and I reacted quickly. I stood from his lap, grabbing his arm, and leading him into a different section of the Red Room. Somewhere for the two of us to mingle without having too many eyes on our backs. He didn't ask any questions, he just allowed me to drag him through this large room, listening to me throwing "excuse me"'s at every person I bumped into.

The section I found for us was brighter. The Red Room had areas where the lights weren't faint, and you could speak without squawking at someone. There were little cracks that would seep moonlight into the room, spilling a beauty that only I seemed to admire. I trusted those spaces.

I sat the man down, trailing a finger down his torso.

"Because dancing isn't part of my job description, and is out of the ordinary, could I ask of you... something out of the ordinary?" I questioned, taking the same finger and looping it around the string attached to his hoodie. His eyes followed my finger. He took his arm and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He inhaled the perfume I wore and fluttered his eyes closed. "Ask." I spread my legs apart, lifting each one over his, straddling him. "Wha- What's your name?" I hesitantly asked. His arm remained encompassed around my waist as he let out a sigh. "It's Jungkook, pretty sexy right?" He answered, eyes still closed. I started to grind on him, trying to find a good rhythm to the song that was playing. "Yes. Am I?" I asked in a hushed voice, delighted by the view of him below me.

"Beyond." He responded after a few seconds. I could tell he was amused by me. If he opened his eyes, he would believe the same about me.

As the song went on, he tucked bills in my shorts. Smacking my ass from time to time. I was moving in silence. Becoming so caught up in the moment, I developed the sense that we were the only two people left in Paradise. It was like we were in slow motion. I could hear his breathing so clearly and he could hear mine. I grabbed his free hand and put it over my chest, wanting him to feel my heartbeat. I wonder if he could hear it. He finally opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine. "You never gave me your name.." It almost wasn't even a question. It felt like he already knew my name and I tried to stop myself from thinking, you already know my name, stupid. But he didn't.

"Xiley. With an X, not a Z, and don't forget the E-Y." I recited the phrase my mom taught me when I was younger. It felt good hearing it roll off of my tongue after so many years. "Cute. It suits you." He chuckled, gliding his hand up and down my back.

His left arm remained on my chest, feeling the blood-pumping muscle that palpitated at the sound of his voice. We never broke eye contact, and we continued to move in sync until the song ended. It was like we were here forever. When I finally realized the song was over, I quickly jumped off of him, using a hand to cover my mouth. I wasn't ashamed. Far from it actually. I was just kind of embarrassed that I got this carried away at my job. That I was feeling things for a stranger I met in a club.

Jungkook turned his head over to me and laughed. "Oh, embarrassed now? Guess I got you a little out of character." I could feel my face burning up.

"Psh, please. I wasn't even fully in character. You just caught me at a bad time."

"Bad time... meaning your work. I get it. I usually keep business and pleasure separate." He said.

"Oh, so that was pleasurable for you?" I replied, letting out a small laugh.

"Maybe." He shrugged, "I wanna feel more of you, though."

"Really now? How much more?" I asked, not breaking eye contact.

"How much more are you willing to let me have?"

"Enough."

Just then, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing it was a message from Mingi.

Mingi <3

Waiting..

Attached to his message was a photo of him laying in my bed, wearing a gray shirt that was fitting, and hugging him in all the right places. Jungkook watched as I smiled at my phone. I put a hand over my face and laughed to myself. Checking the time, I was flabbergasted to find I had spent most of the night with Jungkook. It was odd for me to have fun at work with a customer, and even more odd that the customer was a good-looking guy like him. I stopped myself from thinking about the subject any longer.

Without wasting any time, I stand from my seat. "Well, I should get going. It's almost time for me to leave, and you probably wanna get back to your friends." I let out a nervous laugh. He stood as well, wiping his hands on his pants. "Yeah, you're right. You should take my number?"

His demeanor changed. I tried to comprehend the sudden alteration. He went from very demanding, and sexy, to cute, and nervous. It made my heart thump.

I looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed my absence. "How about I give you mine?" Jungkook smiled and accepted my request. I gave him the 10 digits and pleaded with him to store my contact as Xiley with a cute smiley beside my name, but he insisted on My light because I took him to the brightest part of The Red Room. It wasn't easy agreeing to the name, but I allowed him to do as he pleased. "I'm gonna head back to the guys now. Have a good rest of your night, Xiley with a Z. And I won't forget the E-Y."  I smiled, waving him goodbye. He waved back.

I stood in place watching him walk away from me. It almost hurt a little to see him go. Even though I only met him tonight, I felt like part of me left. Could this feeling be explained? I had no intention of finding out, and I had bigger plans tonight. I prepared myself to walk past him and his friends, putting on my chummiest smile and strutting as if my life depended on it. I could feel his eyes on me. It made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

I made it to the back and gathered my things, trying not to waste too much time here in House of Cards. I headed to the exit door, hitting the button on my keys seeing my car light up inside. My car was a mess and I made a promise to clean it before I made any serious plans. My plans would serve as a reward for my clean car.

During my drives, I love the sound of the car drifting through the air. It makes me feel less on edge. Music is all I hear for hours on hours, and driving serves as my time away from the frequencies that live in my body. I ghost the thoughts as I arrive at my home. Mingi's car was parked out front. All the lights are off but one. A room lit up in blue, cool as the ocean, but once I stepped foot out of my car, all I could see was gray.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you will enjoy it, and not be too hard on me. - S

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[holotape-diaries]

[ Cillian ] Circumstance

My name is Cillian Ward, and I'm 33 years old. Well, 243 years old, I guess.

I've never been one for keeping journals, but Pops always said its incredibly important in times like this, helps keep your head straight and memories sound.

So here goes, I guess? Sorry if this doesn't sound professional, I'm just typing words as they come to me.

The bombs fell Saturday morning, October 23rd, 2077. Pops managed to get me a place in the vault before he died a few years back, and I didn't want that to go to waste. So many people couldn't get in. I wanted to help but the boots in uniform pushed me onto the elevator after confirming I was on their list. Before I could object any further, a bomb hit. Giant mushroom cloud, south of Boston. It was so bright. The elevator started going down, I heard the shock wave go over the top of the elevator shaft.

I don't remember much about going into the vault itself, other than being in some kind of shock. I remember being given a vault suit to change into, then being asked to climb into a "decontamination pod", which I did. My immediate memory following that is waking up face-down on the floor in the pod chamber.

Most of my neighbors were dead. Most seem to have passed away in their sleep in the pods after the life support failed. 2 other pods were open. One was my old neighbor Nora, she had a gunshot wound on her chest. The other pod was empty, and I'm assuming it was her husband Nate, because I couldn't find him in the other pods, and her wedding ring was missing. I hope he's doing okay. And that he wasn't the one who shot her.

The vault had been cleared out as best as I could tell, being woken up from cyro-sleep really gives you a headache. Apparently the cockroaches are bigger now? I'm just glad I wasn't the one who had to deal with them, they were all dead by the time I was leaving. I had to take one of those Pip-Boys off one of the bodies at the hatch. The hatch was already open, which I'm assuming was Nate's work, but the elevator wouldn't come down unless I had a Pip-Boy plugged in when I hit the button.

There is snow covering everything now. Which was great when the elevator reached the surface, the sunlight bounced off the snow into my eyes and really helped the migraine I had. Spent a while resting in the little command station at the top of the elevator to let my head clear up and my eyes adjust. I also looked up the date while I was in there, that was a nice little shock. 210 years to the day since I went into the vault.

I made my way back down to the neighborhood, Sanctuary. The name doesn't really fit anymore. Nate and Nora's old Mr. Handy was trimming a dead bush. Codsworth, I think they called it. I gave it a wide berth, I don't think he noticed me. My house was a wreck, and I could hear noises inside. The root cellar was still locked and the hiding spot for the key was undisturbed, which I took as a good sign. I unlocked the root cellar and ducked inside, locking the door behind me. Pops gave up on converting this into a bomb shelter pretty early on when he realized it wasn't deep enough to provide meaningful protection from any radiation, but he still kept it stocked up and livable for other emergencies. Old man was obsessed with survival and I'm glad. Surprisingly most of the food was still good, I tried not to think about what was in the preservatives that let them last for this long. After some food and drink, I laid down on the mattress and fell asleep before I realized it.

I woke up a few hours later, undisturbed. The cellar door was still locked. All of the lessons Pops taught me on our camping trips over the years makes me think that falling asleep there was not a smart thing to do, but Pops never really taught me what to do after being frozen for 200 years. Can't really blame him for that though. I grabbed the handgun he kept down here, a Five-Seven 10mm, a few boxes of ammo and a change of clothes. I feel like walking around in a vault-suit might attract more attention than I'm comfortable with. Not too sure about the Pip-Boy either, but that seems to have some very useful features, so I'll live with it for now.

I opened the doors of the root cellar to light snow. I've since learned the clear skies I saw when leaving the vault are a rarity, as the weather seems to be fog, snow, fog and snow, or blizzard for the most part. I checked out my old house, unfortunately its not just the cockroaches that are large now. Had to use the gun to kill some giant flies. I told myself then that my assumption should be that all bugs are huge, and unfortunately that's proven to be correct so far.

I was able to scavenge some goods from the other houses in the neighborhood before Codsworth noticed me. The robot seems a bit senile but wasn't hostile. It kept talking to me as if I was Nate? I think everything that's happened has left him somewhat worse for wear. Codsworth eventually mentioned that there were survivors down in Concord, before abruptly turning away and trimming the same dead bush he was trimming before.

I found a few bobby pins while I was investigating the other homes, so I took the opportunity to pick the locks on some of the safes I found. I figured I should shake off some of the rust and its not like these families were around anymore to miss this stuff. I'd always suspected one of my neighbors to be a chem dealer, and I feel that the copious amounts of ammo and chems I found in his house proves my theory. I had to disarm a bomb before I could pick his safe. His terminal still worked by some small miracle, but it was locked and I never could figure out how to properly hack those things. Pops tried to teach me, it was just one of those things that never stuck.

Crossing over the bridge, I found two dead bodies, a man and what appeared to be a hairless dog. I rolled the man over, it wasn't Nate. He did have a nice heavy coat I was happy to take possession of, and there was a military duffel bag underneath the minutemen monument nearby containing a combat rifle and some ammo. I took the time to head back into Sanctuary and cobble together a crude scope for it.

Across the bridge again, I ran into my first living person. Dressed in rags that seemed entirely inappropriate for the weather, they stopped me and thanked me for saving their life? Before I could say anything they pressed a bottle cap into my hands and ran away. I stuffed the bottle cap into my pockets and made my way to the Red Rocket. I used to come here for Nuka-Colas back in the day, now it just sat empty. As I walked into the Red Rocket a dog ran up to me. This one wasn't hairless like the dead one up the street, looked like a German Shepherd mix? He seemed friendly enough. I named him Paddy, but I've since been told that his name is Dogmeat. Dogmeat seems to want to stick with me and I can't say I hate the company, I've always loved dogs.

As we were leaving Red Rocket, Dogmeat and I were attacked by what I can only describe as giant naked mole rats? I read about these things in a text book years ago when I was in school, although I'm pretty sure they weren't this big or aggressive. I'll chalk this up to the radiation, like the bugs. Bullets seemed pretty effective against them, at least.

As I made my way down into Concord I took the time to investigate the empty houses I could get into and this seems like a good habit, as I found ammo, medical supplies and other useful sundries, including a messenger bag to help carry things.

I was about to turn onto main street when Dogmeat barked and growled. I stopped and heard gunshots ringing out. The snow had picked up into a blizzard so I couldn't see more than a dozen or so feet ahead. I don't know if Dogmeat is trained or not, but either way he's an incredibly useful companion to have.

I ducked into one of the nearby shops with my pistol drawn, poking my head out of the doorway to try and see what was going on. Between the gunshots I could hear shouting. They were shooting at the Museum of Freedom, and someone was shooting back with a laser rifle, based on the energy bolts.

While I was creeping closer I got shot at. The bullet only grazed me but still caused my neck to bleed pretty badly. After patching myself up, I shot the man who shot at me. That was my first time killing someone. I've been told since then that these people are known as Raiders, barbaric and nomadic gangs who would sooner kill you for what you have than try and ask for it. Even though its self-defense, I still don't like the idea of taking a life. Unfortunately that seems to be the rule of nature now.

When the fighting had stopped, an individual on the balcony of the Museum of Freedom shouted for me to grab the "laser musket" on the ground nearby and come inside to help him, as there were raiders inside trying to get to a group of survivors he was protecting. I grabbed the laser musket he was referring to, some kind of modified laser rifle with a hand-crank, some energy cells, and ducked inside the museum.

Almost instantly I was getting shot at, so I had to duck into a hallway to the side. After figuring out how to arm it, I used the laser musket to slowly clear out the museum. This place was a total wreck, the whole middle floor seems to have caved in. The raiders equipment seemed to be all over, most were using what appeared to be home-made weapons, but a few had some clearly made before the bombs fell, notably one had a hunting shotgun I took for myself, while another had some thermal goggles. I questioned where they found such a treasure but did not linger on it for long.

With the threat inside cleared out, the man from the balcony opened the door to the office they had been holed up in, and introduced himself as Preston Garvey, a minuteman. After getting over the chronological whiplash, Preston and one of the survivors named Sturges filled me in on their plan to escape. Would I be willing to pilot a suit of Power Armor, rip a mini-gun off of the crashed vertibird, and escort them to safety? All they needed was a fusion core from the generator down in the basement, which was behind a locked door.

Pops actually worked on some of the early prototypes for Power Armor and I always liked seeing them in action on news broadcasts, even if the circumstances around their deployment was one of conflict. I agreed to help out and quickly made my way down to the basement. The lock on the door wasn't particularly complex, so I grabbed the fusion core and made my way to the roof.

As I slotted the core into the Power Armor, I could hear shouting from the street. Sounded like raiders and something more… robotic? The voices that I assumed were raiders were shouting something about "synths". I climbed into the Power Armor and ripped the mini-gun off of the vertibird. They weren't kidding about the extra strength the Power Armor gave, the mini-gun came free without effort on my part.

I peeked over the edge of the roof, but the blizzard was made it difficult to see what was going on down on the street. I hopped off the roof and landed on the street with a very satisfying crash. In the moment, the mini-gun felt like overkill, so I put it down and used the hunting shotgun I found earlier to clear out anything shooting at me. Upon closer inspection, some of the bodies appeared to be robotic in nature, I assume these were the synths I heard the raiders shouting about.

My scavenging was interrupted by a loud crash, followed by a deep roar and screams coming from the end of the street. I couldn't see through the fog. Somehow Dogmeat had made his way down to the street, he was growling at whatever was in the fog. The screams stopped. I armed a mine I had taken off of one of the raiders inside he museum and tossed it down the street in the direction I had heard the noises.

Then I saw it. Hunched over but still taller than me by a few feet even in Power Armor. Long horns and claws. It roared at me and I felt a primal dread unlike anything I'd felt before. The closest thing I can equate it to is a fucking dinosaur. Did radiation do this?

The creature lunged forward over my mine, the explosion snapped me back into focus. The creature was injured, but not quite dead. 5 bursts from the shotgun put it down before it got to me.

Heart racing, I took the time to make sure there were no other threats on the street before scavenging what I could from the remains of the raiders, synths and this creature. One of the raiders had a key labelled "Corvega". I'm not quite sure what it means, but I held onto it. I picked up the mini-gun, making a mental note that there is no such thing as 'overkill' anymore, and headed back into the museum.

Preston gave me some energy cells and bottle caps as thanks for helping his group out. Apparently bottle caps are the de-facto currency now. Preston said he wanted to take the group up to a place he'd heard about called Sanctuary, I said I'd escort them up there as I was headed there myself. One of the survivors, Mama Murphy, started talking to me about my "destiny". Except she started talking about "my son". I told her that I don't have a child but she seemed to ignore me, and told me to head to a place called "Diamond City". I mean, okay I guess. I know Nate and Nora had an infant son, Shaun I think his name was, I didn't see him in the vault. Mama Murphy said she had visions from something called "the Sight". If such a thing were true, could her "vision" actually be meant for Nate?

We left the museum and I led the group towards Sanctuary. Preston told me the giant lizard thing is called a "Death Claw". The name seems fitting. Apparently they knew about Sanctuary because of another one of Mama Murphy's visions which seemed to be the cause of some strife within the group, although when Sturges asked for other ideas, none were given. As we crossed the Sanctuary bridge, the energy reading on the fusion core was less than 20%. I walked the suit over to an engine hoist rack in the driveway of one of the houses and got out. The hooks on the hoist lined up rather conveniently with spots on the Power Armor, so I connected the hooks and removed the fusion core. This way no one else could use it against us while it was not in use.

As everyone else filed into different houses, Preston pulled me aside and thanked me again for helping him and asked me for my opinion on Sanctuary. Without thinking I told him it's not like it used to be, confusion Preston greatly. After he asked if I was a "Pre-War Ghoul", then explaining to me what a "Ghoul" even is, I told Preston I lived here before the war and that I had just woken up from being cryogenically frozen. Preston took it much better than I thought he would. Eventually he asked if I would be willing to help him re-establish the Minutemen. He gave me a brief explanation of the group's history, and asked if I would be willing to provide assistance to a settlement further to the south in his stead, as he was focused on keeping this group of survivors safe.

Many years ago, while I was still in high school, I was out camping with my father. The year was ending and I'd found out I'd failed a class, and I remember dreading the thought of telling Pops. We were sitting on the dock of a lake fishing, and I told him about the failed class, and that I would have to take it again next year, and apologized. I expected him to be mad, or disappointed. Instead he smiled, laughed and put his hand on my head. He told me that the only expectation he has of me in this life is that I'm a good person, and that I make time to help those in need when they need help.

My father's words echoed in my ears as I agreed to Preston's request.

That's where I'm at. I've been helping the survivors get settled in Sanctuary. I managed to get Pop's old terminal back online, which is how I'm writing all of this. Once things seem to be sustainable I'm going to head south to the settlement Preston mentioned.

I guess that's all for now. I don't know when I'll get the chance to update this again.

- Cillian

[z-cerulean]

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (2015)

yeah i read a book without pictures for once, haven't done that in a good while

Anyway, I work for a library, which inevitably involves a lot of seeing james patterson books. But besides those, one I noticed come in of some interest, and I figured, why not, now was a decent time to read something besides manga.

Base premise is a cafe in Tokyo gives people a shot to travel back in time, adherent to a number of rules, chiefly the one implied by the title. More below the cutoff.

So the book is actually basically 4 intersecting short stories that take turns between being background and foreground elements, kinda closer to a theatre play than a novel. Which would make sense, this was apparently initially conceived of as a stage play then later adapted to a book.

In no particular order, the four stories primarily followed are - - an elder couple where the husband has developed alzheimer's - a mother concerned for her child - a younger couple where one leaves for america for their career - a hostess who ran away from the family inn that she would inherit

Overall, I do like this plot structure, it's pretty nice to see the previous stuff get some extra resolution or extra background context prior to the actual story role they get, really fleshes out the overall atmosphere and world of the book.

These stories involve one of the group traveling through time for closure on an event, of which require a set of strict rules to follow, but basics is waiting for a ghost (yes, seriously), to ditch the one chair in the cafe that allows time travel, doing so forcibly will get you cursed, never leave the chair while in the past, and drink all the coffee for it before it gets cold or you're kinda screwed or something.

The basic rules of the event are pretty solid, though this does lead into my main complaint; the book just kind of comes up with new time travel rules when it feels like it, even as far in as the fourth story. It happens entirely too much and I kinda wish the rules were ironed out completely within the first two stories.

Kinda minor but it also doesn't really do much with the failure to drink the coffee, though this book does have two sequels so maybe that's for those.

Besides that, the supernatural stuff isn't particularly explained, granted kinda usual for some stories but I feel the ghost in the time travel chair needs a bit more elaboration than provided.

Despite this though, the book manages to be pretty memorable by way of emotional impact, it lands on pretty much every count. The cast works well in its favour as well, pretty much all of them are reasonably distinct from each other.

I knocked this out in about 3 hours overall on a quiet shift at work, for short 200-ish page books, you could do far worse. Probably a solid 7.5, 8/10, I'll pick up the sequels when I can.

Apparently it got adapted into a 2 hour film in Japan, there is little documentation about on wikipedia but I might also look at that given opportunity.

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Nice? to Meet You

Dean Winchester x fReader

18+ only

Read at your own risk, I know Dean is attentive and gentle, but in my head, he's also hard-core 🥵 so.... ⚠️ Warning! Kinky, rough, oral on female, intercourse, fast burn, ....just be warned. I like it dark. And my fanfics can get long. So buckle up and enjoy!

Ps warning- it's supernatural. Expect a creature and a hunter. Decapitation.

You were on the phone with your best friend, Brandon, and walking fast to the bar. The door was open and you could hear the music pooling out into the street. Hardly any cars were in the parking lot, so you know it was a slow night. Thank God!

"Oh my God, it has been such a rough day. I'm heading to get a drink and to see whose ass I can beat at pool." You say.

"Babe, don't I know it! I've got an early morning or I'd meet you down there. Sounds like you're close. So, promise me, no icky guys tonight ok? Just go unwind and get that gorgeous booty back home."

Brandon had been your best friend since you moved to Kansas 2 years ago. He knew you had a habit of indulging in a dirty one night stand here and there. They were the easiest to kick to the curb.

"Don't worry, its a slow night. Plus, I'm in more of a fighting mood tonight. I'm more likely to punch a dude in the throat for looking at me wrong. I love you, get to bed. We don't need you all wrinkly in the morning." You laugh and Brandon chuckles.

"Boo bitch. At least I hydrate. If anyone is gunna be wrinkly, it's gunna be you. Have a great night, I love you too! Kisses!" And he hangs up.

You hear rustling behind you, but when you turn around, there's nothing there. With a raised eyebrow, you turn back around and head inside.

It really was dead in the bar. A few couples were playing pool, old boys were scattered at the bar, a few women bounced between them, and then there was one guy sitting alone at the end of the bar. You put on your game face and head to the bar right next to him. You order a beer and look over at him.

He is stunning. Blonde hair, electric green eyes, leather jacket, long legs, and that mouth! He licks his lips and with a stone cold look on his face, looks at you.

"Can I help you? Maybe taking a picture will make this moment last longer."

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms over your chest, making your breasts pop a little. Watching his eyes travel over you sends a shiver through you but doesn't break your game face.

"I was actually admiring the jacket. Who said I wanted any moment to last long? I was honestly just looking for someone's ass to kick at a game of pool and you look like someone who might give me a run for my money. Looking to lose?" You ask cockily.

He sits back and gives you a full view. You take a drink of your beer and wait for him to contemplate any of the offers you just made him. He rubs his chin and licks his lips.

"Oh child, I don't lose. What's the bet?" He asks.

"$200." You take out your cash and show him so he knows you're being serious. "And I am no child."

He nods and stands from his stool. He is monstrous compared to you. You weren't expecting him to be so tall. He pulls cash from his pocket and grabs yours. He turns around and hands it to the bartender.

"Let's do this then." He walks toward the empty pool table and pulls out the rack. "Gotta name to go with that attitude?"

"Aria. You got a name to go with that cockiness?"

"Dean."

"Figures your name would be something like Dean or Chad or Alex. Something with four letters."

He gives you a sideways glance and then walks and grabs a cue and chalk. You follow. Feeling like you said something awkward. He racks the balls and then waves his hand in front like saying 'ladies first'. You smirk and line up your shot. Making sure your tits are on full display as he leans on his cue and watches you. You break and a solid ball goes in the pocket. Perfect. The cue ball stops in front of him, he steps just slightly to the side to let you have your shot. As you bend over, his eye rake across you. It makes you nervous, but you don't miss your shot.

"You've played before?" He asks.

"League champ four years running. Wanna back out now?" You challenge.

He just raises an eyebrow and licks his lips again. Keeping his eyes on you as you move around the table. During one shot you watch as he bites his lip, staring deep into your eyes. You miss your shot and he grins. He moves into position and makes his first hole. As he moves to make his second, he says,

"You made a mistake challenging me Kitten." He keeps eye contact with you as he makes his shot and the ball goes in the hole. "I can dance all night long and never miss."

Fuck. As he continues to make every shot in, you know you have to think fast or you will be out 200 bucks. You take off your jacket and reveil your curves to him. You lean over in front of his shot and give him and eyeful, licking your lips and giving him your best version of bedroom eyes. He pulls up from his shot and eyes you.

"Your tactic won't work on me darling." He bends over and makes his shot. The ball misses and you giggle.

"I thought you said it wouldn't work? Talking a big game won't help you win babe." You line up your shot and make it in. "8 ball. Right there."

Dean looks at you like he doesn't believe you, but you shoot it in easily. You grin, your ruby red lips drawing his gaze. He walks over to you, stepping into your space and making your breath hitch.

"Looks like I've been bested. Fair is fair." He brushes a lock of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, sending shivers down your body. He notices your shiver and grins. Then he turns toward the bar and goes to speak to the bar tender. When he comes back, he hands you the cash.

"Take it easy kid, you won't win so easily next time."

As he turns to leave you holler at him, "I'm no kid. Next time I won't be so nice. Was just observing your tactics this time."

You hear him giggle as he walks out the door. You walk back to the bar, slip your coat on, and hand the bar tender your beer bottle. You thank him and tip him before walking toward the door yourself.

Outside, rain begins to fall and you welcome the cold drops on your hot skin. Who was that guy? You've never seen him here before.

As you walk, you hear steps behind you. You look over your shoulder but see nothing. You pick up your pace and pull your knife out, tucking it up against your side. The footsteps behind you continue again. You run up around the corner and hide behind a wall. Peeking around the corner, you don't see anything. You chalk it up to the rain patter and let out a breathe.

You turn around to continue home but see a woman standing there. She slashes out at you with clawed fingers and hits you across your chest. You drop your knife and screams erupt from your throat and you press your chest with your hand. She raises her hand again, but before she can hit you again, her head falls at your feet. You watch her body fall to the ground and see Dean behind her. Another man stands next to him and he is in front of you in a flash.

"Hey! You ok? You've got a nasty cut there. Looks like it's bleeding pretty good."

You pull your hand away and notice the wound is pouring out blood. Your vision starts to go dark and before you pass out, strong arms are swooping you up.

"Hang in there kid. Sam, get the car. You're driving. We gotta get back to the bunker quick. Maybe Cas can help her."

They are both running with you when you finally succumb to darkness. The last thing you hear is the rumble of a car.

When you wake up, you're in a bed in a strange room. The light is dim. It's oddly bare. You notice a picture on the bedside table of a blonde woman. She's beautiful. There's also a set of head phones and a walkman. Maps are scattered on the desk across the room. Confusion spreads through you.

You sit up, your head swims, your chest is on fire, and then you remember what happened. A woman attacked you and Dean saved you. There was another man there too. Sam? Cas? You heard the names but couldn't remember what Dean called him.

You hear voices in the hall, the door cracked a bit.

"Dean we need to get her to a hospital. She lost too much blood. I can't get ahold of Cas. You can't just keep her in your bed! We don't have the tools to heal her."

"She was attacked Sammy. She may have lost a bit of blood, but she didn't lose enough to be concerned. I will watch her. Just go make her one of your smoothies and she'll be right as rain."

You get out of the bed, Dean's bed, and walk toward the door. Your head pounding. Before you step into the hall, you notice you're in and oversized flannel and feel vulnerable all of a sudden. You push the feelings aside and step into the hall.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?" You chuckle and hold your head.

Both guys look at you. They are both so handsome. Sam smiles, but Dean frowns and stalks toward you.

"Get your butt back in that bed. You need rest. I will get you a drink. Are you hungry?"

Your eyes look him up and down and you bite your lip. Sam's smile disappears and a look of surprise takes its place.

" Well then. I will go to the kitchen and get her a drink and something to eat. You, uh, tuck her back in." He runs a hand through his long brown hair and heads down the hall in the opposite direction.

You stare into Dean's eyes. His frown deepens.

"Let's get you back in bed." He turns you around and ushers you back into his room. He sits on the edge of his desk and watches you as you walk toward his bed. You sit on the edge and tuck a foot under you.

"Where are we?"

"For now, just know you're safe. Well. Idk with my brother around how safe you are. He will smother you with 'Are you ok?' And 'Can I get you anything?'" He chuckles at the poke he made at his brother.

You melt a bit. You didn't know what it was like to have siblings. Your parents died when you were young and your grandparents raised you.

"He sounds sweet." You smile. "Must be nice to have a brother who cares so much."

Dean raises his eyebrows, not expecting anything other than sarcasm.

"Sometimes it can get annoying, but yea. It is kinda nice. So, uh, where ya from?"

You think it's cute that he's trying to make small talk, and you are about to answer him, but there's a small knock on the door before another man pokes his head in. He's got black hair and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He smiles and pushes his way into the room. He's wearing a suit and a tan trench coat.

"Dean, Sam told me you needed me. Who's this?"

"Aria, Cas. Cas, Aria. She was attacked by a creature. We have yet to figure out what. These things just keep coming out of the woodwork."

You look at them both confused. A woman attacked you, but Dean said creature? What was going on?

Cas approaches you and kneels down in front of you. He reaches his hand up, but stops when you flinch.

"I apologize. May I?" He says in a low, soothing tone.

You nod and he pulls the shirt down just a bit.

"Can I unbutton a few to get a better look?" You nod again. He's so polite it's hard to say no.

He unbuttons the top three and pulls the bandage off. You wince and he looks at you with big puppy eyes. It makes you want to keep him. Four gashes go from your shoulder to the top of your opposite breast. Cas's eyes move to yours.

"I don't know how much you know, but I need to warn you. This might hurt a bit and I need you to close your eyes."

You do as your told. A bright light illuminates, even with your eyes closed, and you feel a slight sting as warmth washes over your body. When the light disappears, you open your eyes. The wound is gone and you're left with a warm, tingling sensation where the gashes used to be. Your mouth drops open as you rush to Dean's mirror.

"What? How?!" Is all you can muster as you open more buttons to check your chest.

Cas gives Dean a nod and leaves the room. Seconds later, Sam brings in your drink and some food. It's steaming and the smell of Mongolian beef, broccoli, and rice waft over you. Your mouth salivates and you very quickly forget everything that just happened.

"Hey! How ya feeling?" He says.

"Oh my God! I'm starving! Please tell me that's mine? Did you make it??" You say back.

"Yea. Figured something good but comforting would be beneficial. And you asked for beer." He smiles as he sets the tray he's carrying down on the bedside table. "I hope you like it." He smiles and looks at Dean, as if to say 'Play nice.' Dean shoos him away.

You run over to the tray and start shoving food into your mouth. About half way through the plate, you stop and realize Dean is looking at you. A look on his face that says 'Damn girl!' When you catch him looking, he fixes his face, but doesn't move.

"Hungry?" Is all he says.

You swallow. Now feeling nervous. You pick up the beer and offer it to him. He shakes his head and pulls a flask out of his pocket. You set down your fork and walk toward him, beer in hand. You hadn't bothered to button the shirt back up, your bra peaking out just slightly. Dean tries not to look.

"I'm starving actually." You say, taking a drink of your beer and stopping right in front of him.

"How old are you?" He says with furrowed brows. "You have made one too many passes at me and you don't look more than 15. I'm not that kind of guy."

"You know, I get that a lot. It's cuz I'm so petite. But actually, I'm 24. If I was 15, I wouldn't have been in the bar. I'm kind if a bad ass, but I'm not dumb." You glide a finger down his chest and then turn around to walk away.

Dean grabs your beer, sets it down, and pulls your back flesh with his front. He bends down and whispers, "Where did you come from?" Before his lips are exploring your neck and ears. His hand winding into your hair and the other ripping open your flannel shirt - exploring your breasts and stomach. You use your free hand closest to the door, to lock it and your other reaches up and wraps in his hair.

Dean pulls your shirt off your shoulders and drops it on to the floor. He turns you around and picks you up. You wrap your legs around him and lock your mouth onto his. He walks over to the bed, unwraps your legs from him, and then throws you on to the bed. You squeal in surprise and grin at him as he unbutton his own shirt and throwing it to the floor.

Dean crawls up your body, kissing as he goes. Once he reaches your mouth, he hovers over your lips and rubs his nose on yours.

"You cannot be real. You smell and taste too sweet." He says. "And your mouth is so filthy." He bites your bottom lip and makes you moan. You arch your body, begging to be closer to him.

When you lay your body back on the bed, you wrap a leg around his hip. He hooks his hand onto your leg and let's go of your lip. A devious, seductive look flashes in his eyes. He gives you a small kiss on your nose and starts kissing back down your body. He reaches under you to unhook your bra so that he can devour your small breasts. He throws your bra and latches on to a nipple while cupping your other breast with his rough hand. The arousal that spreads through your body and into your core has you releasing a whine. Dean takes the hint and continues his journey down your belly and across your hips. He takes the leg you wrapped around his hip and kisses, nips, and licks from your knee to your pussy.

He smells you and you find it oddly arousing. His fingers hook into the band of your underwear and he removes them. He looks at you and smiles.

"You are so beautiful."

You stare at him in disbelief. You've never heard that one before. Dean kneels at the edge of the bed, pulling your ass toward the edge. He puts his mouth to you and swipes his tongue once through your folds. You slam your back into the bed, putting your hands into your hair. The feeling sent shock waves through you. He inserts a finger in you slowly and you try to clamp your legs together, but he pushes them back open.

"Holy sh...." You say.

He starts licking your clit while he pulls a finger in and out of you. You rock your hips into him, following the motion of his finger. He adds another and you feel full. The pressure building as his hooks them both into your g-spot. Your visions starts to get cloudy as sparks dance in your eyes and your body shakes. He sucks and hums on your clit and you fall over the edge. Your legs shake uncontrollably. He kisses your thigh and waits until you stop shaking before he removes his fingers. You look at him as he sucks your juices off his fingers.

"Mmmm, so sweet."

Dean removes his pants and let's his hard on spring free. You stare on him wide eyed. You thought two fingers made you feel full. His cock was going to break you. You slap your legs back together and crawl away from him up the bed.

"Where ya going darling?" He smiles and starts crawling up the bed. Fear shows in your eyes and he stops. "You ok? If you don't want to, it's ok. We can stop."

You suck in a breath. "No. I want to. It's just....are you going to fit?" I'm small."

"Promise I will go slow. If it hurts too much, I will stop."

"OK. We can try." You don't totally believe that it will be ok, but you want him so badly. You throw fear aside and allow him to continue to crawl toward you.

"Lay on your belly. Legs straight. I promise you won't regret it and it will keep you open for me." He says.

You lay on your belly and straighten your legs. He puts a pillow under your hips and straddles your legs. He uses his thumb to dip into you again, smearing your juices all over you. He spits in his hand and rubs himself before leaning forward and pushing into your opening. He goes so slow, the euphoria and pain mixing. You don't even realize you're holding your breath.

"Take a breath baby. I need you to relax and let me in."

You do as you're told and relax your body all the way to your toes. He pulls out a little and continues pushing in. He fills you and you can feel him in your belly. He stills, coming forward and kisses your neck and then your cheek.

"Good girl. I'm going to stay like this for just a moment. We need to allow your body to adjust. You're so damn tight!"

You wiggle in anticipation. Dean tightens his legs to keep yours still and slowly starts to pump in and out of you. He strokes every inch of your inner walls. Quiet moans fills the air from both of you. He grabs on to your hair and picks up speed. The pressure builds in your belly and you feel like you're going to explode. Your moans grow louder and he makes a grunting noise. He scoops an arm under you and bites onto your shoulder. The added sensation has you screaming and your body convulses. Dean's pace falters and you feel him jerk inside you. His cum mixing with yours. He stills for a few moments before pulling out of you.

He grabs a towel and cleans you up. He kisses your shoulder and flops down next to you.

"Stay with me tonight. Please?" He says.

Your curl your body into his and softly whisper yes before your eye lids fall closed. You feel him pull the covers up over you both, kissing your forehead, and you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

[yanderepuck]

Did you know that Comte was, among other things, an impostor?, I'm kinda shoked. Oh by the way i would like to request some Isaac and Charles smut with Reader - Chan

Comte came out of nowhere, said he was 200 years old, and disappeared into the night. IRL Comte was not sane.

SMUT SMUT SMUT

I have yet to somehow not write any Isaac and Charles smut..oh yeah....with the reader...of course...threeway....hehe

First off, both are bottoms in different ways. Charles is just a sub and is going to call you mommy and say that he's been a bad boy, Isaac just simply isn't a dom.

WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED POWER BOTTOM IS A THING. Yeah. Still not Isaac. He's a bottom, but he's not really a sub or a dom??? if that makes sense??? He's just kinda there??? But in a good way.

How would this threeway even come about. I have no clue and that's not important, what is important is that its happening, and Charles yandere is kicking in.

Charles likes to drag Isaac along to things, cause he calls them twins. Isaac just wanted to spend time with you, but Charles does too. So here you are spending the day with two redheads, and how you got into this situation you have no clue.

You think Isaac got hungry, but you were out, so the three of you went to an inn and hold him to drink from you. Then of course Charles got jealous. You forgot how a vampire bite can make you feel. You zoned out after that and now the three of you are naked. If you didn't know better you would think you're at a college frat party.

But instead you are between two redheaded vampires. Something about drinking your blood gave him the same reaction you had. As said before, Charles simply got jealous. If he didn't like Isaac as much as he does who knows what would have happened.

But how you got here wasn't that important, cause now you're here with Isaac in front of you and Charles behind you, kissing you and feeling you all over. Isaac was saying how he's sorry for wanting you so badly, but you just tell him to shut up and keep kissing him.

Charles lips are on your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, getting close to your warmth, but not close enough. His fangs keeps grazing across your skin. He knows you want him to bite you, but it's no fun if there is no teasing.

You try to move Charles' hands where you want them. You grab his right hand and move it right to your entrance. You won't let him move his hand away. You're too needy.

Meanwhile your other hand is busy with Isaac, circling your thumb over his tip. His face is flushed. He can't even function with how you're touching him.

Charles takes this to his advantage and puts an arm around your waist and tosses you on your back with him straddling your hips. He wants you to himself, and he figures Isaac is too anxious to do anything about it.

At this point you just want touched, anything will do, just let some of the tension out.

Isaac wasn't going to let Charles win that easy. He was going to pull Charles off, he was getting a little jealous himself.

But Charles turned his head and gave Isaac a kiss and told him there's enough of you to share. What could he mean by that.

You didn't get much time to think about it, Charles slid into you without warning. You're head shot back, closing your eyes, he didn't even ease his way in. Your hands dig into the sheets while his hips are moving, it's a very inconsistent movement however.

Finally you opened your eyes, and looked at the two red heads. Charles is between your legs, but his hand is around Isaacs neck while he's kissing him. Slowly he lets go of his neck and takes his hand, leading it to your clit.

You yell out in pleasure, back arching. You're basically seeing stars.

Charles hips moved harder. His lips stayed on Isaacs. Charles then moved his hand down to Isaacs length and started to work him. Isaac had one hands rubbing you, and his other in Charles's hair.

Charles quickly became in charge of the situation. You didn't dare hold back any of your moans, wanting to let them both know how good they were doing. But then you bit your lip, you felt yourself reaching your climax. You bucked your hips up into both of them but then

Nothing happened. You felt empty. You let out a whine and looked at the two guys. It's now Isaac between your legs. He's looking down at you with hunger. He lifts up one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder before he slides into you.

You couldn't tell who moaned louder. Isaac was just so happy to finally be in you. His lips were on your leg, kissing it, teasing your flesh with his fangs, giving that sensitive flesh a nibble.

You weren't even thinking about where Charles was. Then the bed sank down beside you. It was Charles. He put a hand around your neck to make you look at him and then he hungerly kissed you, biting your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth, all while Isaac was thrusting into you.

You were out of breath, Charles wouldnt let you breath between the kissing, you'd gasp for air for a split second before he swallowed you up again.

Your fingers dug into the sheets. Suddenly, you felt a sharp prick on your thigh. Isaacs bite sent you over the edge, releasing all over his cock, and yelling in pleasure.

The two weren't done with you yet though, they haven't had their fill just yet.

[sineala]

A Few Thoughts About Hurt/Comfort

I have been asked this month to make a post about hurt/comfort in Avengers comics. And I love h/c -- I actually have a massive number of WIPs right now that are h/c -- so I am very happy to talk about it! Anyway, this is not really all that planned out and this mostly turned into an excursus on Tony Stark's pain. I'm sure you're all surprised.

Like pretty much everyone else, I'm sure, I have found that everything lately has been... pretty tough. And the coping mechanism that really got me through last year and this year was reading and writing a lot of h/c, on the theory that, however lousy a day I'm having, I can absolutely make sure that Tony Stark has a worse one. And then I can make sure he gets hugs. Wish fulfillment? Why, yes. (Once at Hallmark I was trying to find a "get well soon" card, forgot what it was called, and described it to my wife as "a hurt/comfort card.") I think Marvel Comics -- the Avengers side, in particular -- is an interesting canon for h/c for a lot of reasons. Though, honestly, if you asked me to recommend you, a hurt/comfort fan, a new fandom, I would probably just hand you some Starsky & Hutch DVDs. Go watch "The Fix" and get back to me later. If you like that, there's way more where that came from. But there's still lots to love in Marvel! Superhero comics are really a goldmine as far as the hurt side of h/c. Because superheroes, and you probably have noticed this, get hurt a lot. They get hurt repeatedly, in fantastical ways that are probably impossible in real life both physically and emotionally (at least, I don't think anyone's invented mind control yet), and even the heroes without superhuman healing powers tend to get physically hurt a whole lot worse than actual people can take. Currently in Iron Man comics, Tony has a broken back and is dealing with this by locking himself into the armor as a backboard and injecting himself with massive doses of painkillers. He's busy! He's got stuff to do! He doesn't have time to lie around and heal! So, basically, if you name a kind of pain that you would like to see happen to a character, it's probably happened to superheroes. Multiple times. The downside, though, is that comics do not really deliver that well when it comes to the comfort part of h/c. They could. It's not inherent to the medium that they don't. But because of the serial nature of comics and also the fact the primary audience is dudes who want to read about people in spandex punching each other, a lot of the time they don't really feel the need to provide closure and write about people dealing with any of the hurt. (Raise your hand if you're still annoyed with the end of Hickman's Avengers run.) But at the same time, I think that's a quality that makes Avengers ripe for h/c fanfic. Because, generally speaking, fandom likes to provide the things that canon doesn't, and fandom is more than happy to provide the comfort. If you enjoy canonical h/c in comics, I think you really can't go wrong with Iron Man. One of the big innovations of modern Marvel Comics was the concept that heroes would also suffer from relatable human problems, and in practice what this means is that a lot of heroes start with a fully-loaded angst-ridden backstory and origin story, ripe for h/c. So Tony starts out by incurring a heart injury that he fully expects is going to kill him, which he responds to by vowing he won't get close to anyone so they won't be sad when he dies, and throughout the early Silver Age is constantly on the brink of death as his heart nearly gives out on him practically every issue. And then even after his heart gets (mostly) better, there are various plots involving his armor being detrimental to his health and him choosing to fight on anyway. It's hard for me to think of another superhero hitting that particular variety of h/c in exactly the same way. Sure, superheroes risk their lives constantly, because this is how superhero comics work, but Tony is the only one I can think of who is this constantly this badly off, physically. Like, think of all the other heroes who have had a continual solo presence as fan favorites across Marvel history -- Captain America, Thor, Spider-Man, Wolverine, maybe even Deadpool. You know what those guys all have? Healing factors! For the most part, they are not running around continually on the verge of death, and while there are certainly memorable arcs involving several of them being severely injured and/or dead, you really have to work at it. It's not their constant state of affairs, whereas Tony is the kind of superhero who shows up to a fight already bleeding out under his armor. Yeah, I know Extremis gave him a healing factor. But he didn't have it very long, and also he did some extremely dangerous things while he did have it; I'm pretty sure I've never seen Wolverine saying that he'll just solve a problem by cutting off his own foot. So, anyway, yeah, there are a bunch of good arcs involving h/c for Tony. If you're looking for physical injury, he has a whole bunch of heart problems over the years, gets several new hearts, then ruins his brain, et cetera. That level of hurt is basically the background pain of Tony's life; every so often, his heart will get damaged or he'll have to live in the armor or the armor will be killing him, et cetera. If you're looking for more unusual trauma, I am, as always, going to rec Manhunt, a relatively obscure arc in late v3 (IM v3 #65-69) in which Tony has an extremely bad week. His tech is stolen and used to bomb a building. Then he gets shot in the chest. Then while he's at the hospital a nurse tries and fails to poison him, and she then tries to beat him to death. Then he checks himself out of the hospital and a helicopter shoots missiles at him. Then he becomes a fugitive from justice. And then, oh, yeah, he has to fight the Mandarin. It is... a lot. (Volume 3 of Iron Man is pretty good as far as h/c possibilities. You've got a lot of physical pain, Carol's drinking arc, the Sentient Armor, both DreamVision arcs, and Manhunt. Manhunt is finally supposed to be out in trade this month, by the way.) There are of course the drinking arcs, which probably count as their own type of hurt. But if you haven't read the second drinking arc (IM #160-200), please do. Marvel likes to up the stakes on events (Fear Itself, Secret Empire) by making Tony drink, and it does work, I think. I feel like I've spoken at length about Tony's drinking elsewhere so I don't really want to rehash it all here. And then there's the emotional pain. Angst and drama is something that happens to a whole bunch of characters, yes, especially in comics, but somehow Tony seems to end up with possibly more than his fair share of it. Fandom likes to make a lot of Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, so much so that you might think, if you didn't know canon, that this was just fandom running with a throwaway mention of Tony's terrible childhood and making it worse. But, no, canon really does go there with a reasonable amount of frequency. Howard's actual first appearance is in a flashback where he's ordering teenage Tony to break up with his girlfriend because she's the daughter of one of Howard's business rivals. And then we get into the verbal abuse, and the physical abuse, and the time Howard made Tony take his first drink, and the part where Howard was a demon in hell who Tony fought while he insulted him. And more! Currently, in canon, Howard is alive again and is in league with Mephisto for the express purpose of ruining Tony's life. Also when Tony was a baby, Howard tried to trade him to Dracula. I think you can make an argument that fandom is actually showing restraint when compared to canon. Tony also has a whole lot of Terrible Exes whose presence and/or former presence in Tony's life can be used for a lot of hurt. If you've read any amount of fanfic, you probably know that the exes who get the most play in fandom are Sunset Bain and Tiberius Stone -- not that Tony and Ty were ever canonically a couple, of course, but fandom is definitely enamored of this idea. Ty and Sunset both have relatively similar interactions with Tony in canon, in that they are both liars and emotional abusers, heavy on the gaslighting, with the purpose of becoming more successful than Tony. They both also attempt to murder Tony, although this is after he figures out they're evil, at least. (Yes, I know, this is not how either of them usually appear in AUs.) Tony also has a bunch of exes who also have just straight-up tried to murder or otherwise hurt him, sometimes while they are dating, and sometimes before Tony dates them: Whitney Frost, Indries Moomji, Kathy Dare, and Maya Hansen come to mind. There are probably more I'm not thinking of! But, yes, if you want to write about a guy in a series of terrible relationships, please consider Iron Man comics. If mind control is one of your favorite flavors of hurt, Tony's pretty good for that too. We all know about The Crossing. I suppose when I say "mind control" I mostly mean "armor control" because there are an awful lot of plots where someone else makes Tony's armor do whatever they want it to do and Tony is along for the ride -- Demon in a Bottle, Sentient Armor, and Execute Program are the first things that come to mind. There is also a fairly obscure What If that is What If Iron Man Lost The Armor Wars in which Justin Hammer apparently really wants Tony in a mind control collar to take off all his clothes and lounge around in his underwear. No, really. I think a lot of pain for Tony often revolves around his issues with control, generally -- his alcoholism comes into play here again. The entire aftermath of Civil War is also notable for its propensity to hurt Tony over and over and over. Is he stoically soldiering on through his grief after Steve dies? Hell, no! He cries, like, six separate times. He 100% blames himself for Steve's death. It's great. Everybody loves The Confession and the funeral in Fallen Son, but one of my personal favorites is Avengers/Invaders, in which Tony is confronted with a time-traveling Steve from WWII and in order not to screw up the timeline, he can't tell Steve he knows him. He is clearly not coping well. He shuts himself in a room with a giant wall of pictures of Steve! Also there's a part where he has to try to convince Steve he can trust him and he ends up having to tie Steve to a chair to talk to him, and Steve looks at him and asks, "Who did you kill to get where you are?" and I feel like that is probably one of the worst moments in Tony's life. No wonder he gave himself amnesia. So now we might want to ask, okay, but why is hurting Tony in fanfiction so much fun? I mean, I can tell you why I think it's fun. I can't speak for anyone else. One reason is that he is very emotional and very affected by everything he does. Sometimes you will see people complaining that the heroes of m/m fanfic cry too much and this is not realistic. This is not a problem if you're writing Tony! He can cry as much as you want and it's perfectly in character. I don't think it would be as fun to hurt him if he didn't express so much of his pain. But he does. He also feels guilty, and for me that's a very satisfying character element. If he were well-adjusted and didn't blame himself for so many things, it wouldn't be nearly as fun as watching him blame himself for everyone whose death he thinks he is responsible for, whether or not he is. And then he just keeps going, and it's, y'know, nice to watch him be resilient, too. So, I guess, I think hurting him is interesting because it's easy to hurt him, his weak points are pretty obvious, and he reacts a lot. Steve doesn't hurt quite as much as Tony does, in canon. It's certainly possible to hurt him -- I mean, they did actually kill him after Civil War, after all -- but I don't think the canonical patterns of hurting him are as numerous. Obviously deseruming Steve is a fairly popular go-to in terms of physical hurt; he's been deserumed at least three times that I know of. I think's easy to see the appeal there of taking a character who is fairly physically resilient and making him... much less so. Certainly Marvel seems to see the appeal. But other than that I don't think he has any other really common way to get physically injured. Unlike Tony, whose origin story is basically "oh no, I've acquired a disability," Steve's origin story is "I drank a serum that cured all my disabilities." Which, I mean, great wish fulfillment but there's not really as much there to poke at. Pretty much all of Steve's pain is emotional, but, unlike Tony, his pain isn't often specifically in response to someone directly, purposefully hurting him. Hickman's Avengers run is a big exception, yes. His pain seems to come up most often as a kind of situational angst. He feels like a man out of time. He feels out of touch with the modern era, with people his own age. He feels guilt because he feels responsible for Bucky's death. He feels like he can't trust the government and therefore he can't be Captain America. He worries that he doesn't know how to have a normal life. And, yes, these are deep and important worries but it's different than, like, Indries Moomji dumping Tony with the intent to make him sad enough to start drinking. Very few of Steve's villains want to personally ruin Steve's entire life the way Tony's villains do; mostly they just want to do things like bring back the Nazis. In terms of Steve's potential for h/c, I think Steve is harder to hurt than Tony is. Physically, he is definitely harder to hurt. You can deserum him, sure, but unless you want everything you write to be a deseruming fic you're probably not going to want to do that more than a couple of times. And if you want to hurt him physically while he has the serum, you have to hurt him hard. Usually past the point where a regular human would ever survive it. He's also harder to break, emotionally, than Tony is -- which means it's very satisfying when you can get him to break, but this is a guy who's only cried twice (that I remember) in canon. So if you want to get him to cry, you really, really have to wreck him, and he doesn't have as many obvious weak spots. He also doesn't generally sit around blaming himself for things that aren't his fault, and the whole "stewing in guilt" genre of plots for him basically came down to "he was sad that he thought Bucky's death was his fault," and that's really the biggest regret he seems to have, and also Bucky's not dead anymore. The Steve/Tony relationship itself, I would think, is also appealing to h/c fans because canon provides a lot of ways for them to hurt each other. Some people only ship pairings who would never, y'know, take turns beating each other half to death in major event comics. (And for a lot of Marvel Comics history, that was also Steve & Tony, so if you want them to be BFFs who have never fought, you can just set your fic earlier.) They have definitely hurt each other both physically and emotionally, so if you're looking for something easy and satisfying as a h/c fan, you can just read or write something where they... make up. What about Marvel characters other than Steve and Tony? Surely some of them are angsty, yes? Well, yes, but also it depends on the particular flavor of angst that you like. If you like the way Tony hurts, you may very well enjoy Doctor Strange comics, because they have a very similar attitude towards life -- they are both former alcoholics whose origin stories involve physical disabilities, who routinely make tactical decisions that negatively affect their continued existence and/or happiness a whole lot. It's very much an "I must suffer alone in the dark and no one will ever know what I am doing to save the world but it's the right thing to do" sort of vibe. Like, you can read comics where Strange is lying in hell with two broken legs, hallucinating that Clea has finally come to save him. Strange's biggest fear, akin to Tony's control issues, is basically that one day he's going to be an asshole again, so he's out there trying as hard as he can to do good. Also, if you like tentacles, he has all of them. I mean that. Carol also occasionally hits similar angst spots, and her drinking arc is great. A lot of people like Natasha, too; I have read zero Black Widow comics but I get the impression many people enjoy her brand of angst. The mutant metaphor is a little different in terms of overall vibe, but some people really like it as a source of angst -- the whole "protecting a world who hates and fears them" thing. It may not work for you, but if you like your hurt to include things like systemic oppression, go pick up some X-Men comics. Start with something like God Loves Man Kills. I feel like I liked this sort of thing a lot more as a teenager but that I kind of aged out of liking the mutants quite so much. It's also worth mentioning that not everything that hits the spot in one universe will be the same in the others, and I'm mentioning this because I feel like I have to say something about MCU Bucky. MCU fandom seems to get a lot of mileage out of Bucky's guilt about being the Winter Soldier, everything he was forced to do, et cetera. I have definitely read my share of those fics, and FATWS sure went right for that angst too. But as far as I can tell, he doesn't hit the same way at all in 616. And I like him a lot in 616; I'm always pleased when he shows up on a team. (He was so good in Strikeforce. Everyone was so good in Strikeforce.) But the thing is, 616 Bucky is, basically, phenomenally well-adjusted, given everything he's gone through, and I'm including the time he wrestled a bear in a gulag. He gets over having been the Winter Soldier, and now he's just, y'know, a guy with a cool arm who likes to bring guns to every fight to horrify his teammates, and he snarks at Clint. If you're looking for that angst, that is really not him these days. He's all better. So pretty much all that is canon. So what do we do in fandom for h/c? Well, as far as I can tell, a decent amount of it is canon-based or very canon-close -- there are a whole lot of stories exploring the angst of Civil War or Hickman's Avengers run. Tony's drinking comes up a fair amount, and if one of Tony's Evil Exes comes back to haunt him, it's pretty much only Tiberius Stone. I don't think I've read a lot of fic with Steve getting deserumed; it doesn't seem as popular in fandom as in canon. When Steve gets hurt, he tends to just get physically whumped pretty hard, and there's a fair amount of that for Tony too, but of course Steve can take more. There's also a thriving, uh, subgenre of pain involving Hydra Steve doing terrible things to Tony, presumably the terrible things he would have wanted to do to Tony in canon if Tony had had a flesh body. There's the usual kinds of h/c setups that appear in basically every fandom as well -- sickfic, whump, dub-con/non-con. You get the idea. But since fandom in general likes to take specific inspiration from canon, there's a lot of fic where the hurt tends to resemble things that happen more in canon. Like, I feel like comics fic probably has more tentacle fic and more mind control than canons that don't come pre-stocked with those. Probably everybody has a whole lot of "tied up by bad guys," though. And then, of course, fandom brings the comfort that canon does not. This is true in pretty much every fandom -- I mean, you aren't going to find a lot of actual canons where Character A saves Character B from mortal peril and then there's gay sex -- but, like I was saying, comics don't provide a lot of closure before it's onto the next thing. Usually with a different creative team, who has no interest in wrapping up anything from the last team. Steve and Tony talked about the incursions exactly once after Secret Wars and nobody mentioned the part where Steve spent several months trying to hunt Tony down and kill him. Tony is never going to remember the events of Civil War. Hydra Steve died ignominiously in a fire and no one has ever talked about him again. Honestly, if you're looking for a way to get some comfort in your fanfic, picking an event, any event, and just having the characters talk about it will be way more than any of them get in canon. I feel like honestly that can often be a pretty satisfying to read. And even though comics canon physically hurts characters pretty often and pretty badly, they also often skip right past the recovery. Maybe you'll get one page of a character in a hospital bed at the end of the story arc. Maybe you won't. Demon in a Bottle has one splash page of Tony going through alcohol withdrawal and then he's all better. I think Manhunt skips to Tony getting out of the hospital at the end. That's just not a story that they want to tell very often. The second drinking arc is notable in that it devotes almost as many issues to Tony's recovery as it does to getting him to rock-bottom. Similarly, Steve is done with his Nomad angst way way faster than you probably think he is (though The Captain does go in for a fair number of issues). So one of the things we often want to do in fandom is focus on all the bits that canon skips over, both in the "why did no one ever mention this story arc ever again" way and the "wow, so how long are they in the hospital after that" way. That's really all I can think of about h/c! I'm off to write some more of it!

[azucanela]

Dating korra would include

BEING KORRA’S S/O[GENDER NEUTRAL]

BEING ZUKO’S S/O | BEING SOKKA’S S/O

SUMMARY: life with korra from confession to marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: no major spoilers 

A/N: SOMEONE WITH T A S T E, i hope you don’t mind but i kinda just did the same thing i did for my zuko headcannons so feel free to scroll straight to the during the relationship bit if you just want dating korra h/c :D 

also i have 300 followers now what, i literally had 200 like yesterday hi everyone <3 um i really need to start pulling out all the stops

GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

she’s a simp.

that’s it. thats the headcannon. she has literally liked you since she met you and has said nothing, but you probably know since she’s so damn OBVIOUS ABOUT IT

korra is very in tuned with her emotions so when she realizes she likes you she’s pretty okay with it, a little more flustered during your interactions, but after a while her goal is to make you feel how she feel which is flustered.

she has no shame though, she knows she is hot and she wants you to know she thinks you are hot

lots of flirting on her end, so naturally you kinda begin to think she is joking and think nothing of it

this was not her intent, and now that you are desensitized to her flirting and not reacting flustered like you did when she first started she is frustrated™

you were not understanding that she very much likes you

stupid

she hasn’t said anything outright to you about it though, which is the main reason you are like lol this is a joke, my crush fake flirts with me i am okay

spoiler alert: you are not okay with this it hurts ow

so now shes getting ridiculously affectionate with you, which, tbh, she always was, but not its RIDICULOUS, korra is out here throwing an arm around your shoulder, randomly grabbing your hand, kissing your cheek

shes trying really hard to get her point across like really really hard

like painfully hard

if she likes you its probably because your fun, like you really spice up her life and introduce her to new things and go on really dumb adventures and really important missions with her and you put up with her and wow now korra is simping oops

you’re also probably forcing her to stay healthy, since i honestly think that despite having such an appetite, korra will forget to eat and take care of herself sometimes.

she is so bad at drinking water i swear to goD

there are two situations here

situation one is where korra finally realizes that you CANNOT READ SIGNALS AT ALL and decides she going to be upfront with you about her feelings

she’s either going to just flat out kiss you next time she sees you or spill all her emotions, of both in no particular order

you’re like reading in your room in the air temple, just vibing, and you see her coming towards you with a determined look on her face and you’re like ??? lol okay

you go back to reading only to have her hand reach under you jaw and she brings you into a kiss and now you’re like LOL OKAY

you honestly think that this is just another one of her stunts to get you flustered and means nothing

stoopid

and then she pulls apart and just starts spilling her feelings and you’re like :O omg me too 

and she’s like, “great, we’re dating now.” and suddenly she’s kissing you again, and between kisses you’re like, “im sorry what?”

“you heard me. do you have a problem with that?”

you just kiss her again

situation two is where you get sick of her and realize woah she may or may not be in love with you and so you confront her, and now there is a lot of yelling because you are frustrated™ and like screw you korra

you honestly think she is either madly in love with you and just doing this as a joke, and you genuinely think the latter is more like so you lowkey start crying and korra immediately begins to panic

she’s like, “why would i ever joke about that! i’ve literally been trying to get that through your thick skull this whole time!”

this time you kiss her first and korra is throwing a party in her head but she also feels really bad for making you cry oops

DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

okay so korra happens to be very much a simp

and you happen to be very much the mom friend™ it doesn’t matter if you are a boy girl or none of the above, that is your trademark my friend

she’s very affectionate and now that the two of you are dating she is at a whole new level.

important meeting? you are in her lap she does not care. war meeting? she is cuddling you as you explain the plans of attack and DAMN DO YOU LOOK GOOD DOING it

since being the avatar is MUCH more a political position now though, she does try to keep your relationship slightly on the down low, even before you were dating, you both had reporters constantly asking about your relationship and she doesn’t really like that

they are nosy and she does not approve. korra understands wanting to know about her avatar duties, but anything outside of that in regards to her personal life annoys her

loves kissing you, and when she does it tends to be intense and passionate. after a particularly tough day though, her kisses can either be slow and sensual because she just wants to have a nice soft and domestic day with you

OR

they can be harsh and almost brutish, she will get rough with you because she is highkey pissed at everything that day and making out you with is her stress reliever

really likes cuddling and anything domestic in general. she’s really happy with you, and she kinda has all the love languages

she seeks validation when the press is particularly harsh since being the avatar is HARD and as much as she wants to, she cannot please anyone, so please tell her she is doing amazing

so many acts of service up in here, she will randomly do stuff for you, spontaneity is kinda her vibe ya know

very vocal and expressive about her feelings, communication is key with her

arguments aren’t a rarity tbh, but when they do happen they tend to be more of debates over little things like what’s better, pineapple pizza or no?

major fights tend to end poorly since she can be a little stubborn when it comes to such things, but she will admit she was wrong and apologize IF she was wrong

if she wasn’t wrong but the argument got out of hand, she’ll apologize for that but will affirm her correctness

kiss her scars, she has them, and she is proud of them but 

support her at her pro bending matches and she will DIE, so happy, literally sososososososo happy, hugs you, loves you, yes

treats you as an equal no matter what, even if people think that as the avatar she should see herself as something more than

very protective of you.

like if someone flirts with you, she is clingy x10. if someone hits on you despite your protests, she HITS them. if someone threatens to hurt you, she promises to end them. 

MARRIAGE N STUFF

WELP

she’s gonna realize she wants to propose when she almost loses you, or in the middle of a battle. when the reality of potentially losing you hits her she is gonna realize she wants to live out the rest of her life by your side, protecting you

situation one is where she literally, in the MIDDLE OF BATTLE, without a ring, just proposes. you are being a baddie, bending if you are a bender, fighting the opposing enemy, looking MIGHTY FINE while doing it

“marry me.”

you falter, nearly getting hit as your head whips over to her and you’re like, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

and she throws a giant rock at the opposition, temporarily indisposing them, “yes?? why wouldn’t i be.”

Someone comes up behind you and you elbow them in the face and ram your foot into their knee, knocking them down, “RIGHT NOW?” 

she throws a whip of water in your direction and you dodge it, allowing her to take out the enemy behind you, and you throw a whole dagger at her to do the same. “that was close.” she narrows her eyes at you bc you lowkey look like you wanna kill her rn as you two hide behind a barricade for cover and an explosion washes over it, “you could’ve killed me.”

“you just about gave me a heart attack when you PROPOSED two minutes ago, need i remind you.”

korra raised a brow at you, “is that a no...?”

“do you even have a ring?”

korra gives you a look that gives you the answer and you groan, “i cannot believe you.”

“you really should’ve expected this.”

“i know.”

“i get to pick the ring then?”

“you’re probably going to plan the whole wedding.”

“alright.”

theres a boom from beyond the barricade you two have hidden behind as korra looks to you, “alright?”

“i’ll marry you.” you elaborate, giving her a bright smile.

situation two is more depressing lol

you have been SHOT oops, don’t die pls because korra CANNOT handle it after everything that has happened to her, so if you die she’s done

she’s kinda just sitting at your bed side and it hits her that you could die basically any day now, and she would have so many regrets

she wished she kissed you more, told you she loved you more, held you longer, spent more mornings with you and your bedhead, she wished she learnt to cook so that she could surprise you with a meal when you get home from a long day of work, she wishes she did a lot of things

she wishes you two were married.

korra is now having an existential crisis, and everyone is telling her that she has to go home, get some rest, you’ll wake up eventually, you’ll get better, but you don’t wanna wake up to korra being a mess

she knew they were right, you always scolded her for not taking care of herself, so she decided to follow some of their wishes

Korra cannot bring herself to go home, there are so many reminders of you that it hurts, and she kinda just decides she’ll stay in a hotel and wash up and such.

besides, you are her home.

after leaving the hotel, she ends up going the jeweler and buying the ring she believes screams you

when korra returns to the hospital, she contemplated proposing right then and there, before realizing that you’d probably yell at her for choosing such a ridiculous time and you already had a lot on your plate

once the two of you return home and you are in the midst of recovery, she did learn to cook, so you wouldn’t feel the need to do so, and given your situation she fears you’ll injure yourself further in the process.

you two are eating dinner and you’re babbling on about something you’d read, and she suddenly decides to get up and walk over to you, leaving you like ???

then she gets down on one knee and you are like :O

she’s like, “marry me.”

naturally, you start crying and nodding because wow this is such an intimate moment and just happiness

kissinggggg after that 

the wedding is, under NO CIRCUMSTANCE public, the most private and intimate wedding ever. korra hates reporters after her life as the avatar, she doesnt want strangers at her wedding.

any and everyone she has ever fought beside is there though, its wholesome and nice

definitely cries when she sees you at the altar

her vows are MASTERFUL AND TEARJERKING 

its a pretty basic wedding though, unless you prefer something over the top, the food is nice a mix of both your cultures and favorite things and there’s beautiful lighting

definitely done on air temple island, and tbh tenzin would probably walk you down the aisle because i said so

married life with her is even better, she lives for he domesticity of it all, especially lazy sunday mornings with the light filtering in and you just looking all pretty and having a lil fun

iykyk

honeymoon in the spirit word lads

bolin is your number one supporter

life with korra is a 10/10 i do recommend it

A/N: im kinda in love with korra lol this requests made me happy

[monellabella]

In honor of my favorite boys’ birthday, I thought I’d share a little preview of the fic (would I even call it that??? Idk) I’d started writing for @amourtentiaa‘s sleepover bash. Enjoy!!

Fight or Flight

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol/drinking mention (really short), food mention

Tagging some moots just because: @krasivayadarling @wonderfilworld @fictionalwhores @amixedwitch @rorybutnotgilmore @ronbrokemyheart @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @mitsukui @pineapplesandpinas @darthwheezely

Well, fight or flight I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight I'd rather lie Than tell you, I'm in love with you

Fred and y/n hated each other when they first met.

He thought she was just a boring little teacher’s pet and a pompous know-it-all who didn’t know how to take a joke. 

She thought he was an immature, lazy, conceited asshole who played horrible, unfunny pranks on innocent people. 

The fact that in every class he hardly paid attention only to get perfect marks, while she was studying her ASS OFF to get the same grade, PISSED. HER. OFF. 

“It’s completely unfair!” y/n explained to Angelina, “I’ve never ONCE seen him pay attention. He doesn’t even look at the blackboard!” Angelina hummed in acknowledgment as she continued to doodle on one of her textbooks. She was used to y/n’s daily “I hate Fred Weasley” rants and tended to just tune her out and let her rant as she acted as emotional support. “Are you even listening?” y/n asked. “Hm? What?” Angelina replied, breaking out of her trance. 

Y/n didn’t like George very much either; admittedly, he was the more level-headed of the two, but he was still just as much of a good-for-nothing troublemaker as his twin.

Y/n and Fred were CONSTANTLY competing in EVERYTHING.

Bragging whenever they got a higher mark and reminding the other every chance they got for the rest of the day.

Not letting the other hear the end of it when their team won a quidditch game- Fred supported Ireland’s Ballycastle Bats, while y/n rooted for Scotland’s (far superior) Montrose Magpies.

They’d get into drinking games at parties- taking shot after shot until their friends had to drag them away before one of them died of alcohol poisoning.

When Fred had mentioned gobstones to her, he refused to explain the rules- so y/n quickly ended up with the marble’s putrid liquid being sprayed in her eyes. George later explained the rules to her, and after a bit of practice, she managed to hustle Fred out of the bag of sweets he’d just bought at Hogsmeade.

Y/n had been the one to smugly introduce Fred to various muggle card games. She played a lot with her friends for fun, but with Fred the stakes were always raised. Once in a game of blackjack, y/n was on a winning streak and Angelina had to stop her from betting away the £200 she’d gotten as a birthday present.

They were constantly bickering. Always about stupid things, too. Like, she’d give the wrong answer in class, Fred would say something smug about it, and they’d go on insulting each other until someone told them to stop. Fred bumps into y/n in the hall? they stand there for a good few minutes hurling insults at each other until y/n is dragged along by Angelina. Fred messes up y/n’s potion? Bickering. Y/n takes the last piece of toast at breakfast? Bickering. The list goes on. 

They’d play a lot of chess (both the muggle and wizard versions). When they played the wizard version, it usually gathered a small crowd as they’d both get extremely competitive and pelt each other with both various insults and broken chess pieces, it would usually end in a screaming match as they kept insisting that the other somehow cheated. But when they played the muggle version, they weren’t quite as excitable. They wouldn’t tell anyone when they’d go and play, and it was usually somewhere they wouldn’t be bothered (the common room late at night or sometimes even the library). 

With muggle chess, they were quiet and calculating. Fred was always so bursting with energy, that sometimes it would overwhelm him. Chess was one of the few things that could calm him down. It was the type of thing that allowed him to concentrate deeply without feeling for a moment like he had to think about anything else. Y/n just enjoyed the game. She loved how despite its simplicity, there were infinite ways a game could go. 

They’d usually end up playing when they noticed the other had had a rough day, and one would suggest a game of chess. Sometimes they’d ask what was wrong, and it would either be the simple answer of “I don’t wanna talk about it.” so they’d play in silence. But other times, they’s go on to explain what happened while the other listened. Either way, neither of them seemed to look up from the board the entire time. Sometimes they’d play late into the night when everyone else was asleep. When they’d sneak back into their respective dormitories, if anyone asked, they’d come up with some sort of excuse as to where they’d been.

Playing muggle chess against y/n was probably the only time Fred couldn’t care less whether he won or lost; he’d never admit it, but when they weren’t biting each others’ heads off, he quite enjoyed her company. And while she’d rather die than say it to him, y/n felt the same way. 

[wolfs-hunt1]

Draco x reader

Pairing: Draco x Gryffindor reader

Summary: Your final game of quiditch of the season and your team wins, leading to a after party in the room of requirements with your boyfriend

Word count: 1635

A/N: I’ve started this last year and only now got around to finishing it, I’m so sorry it’s bad

Warnings: under age drinking, sorry for any typo

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Being a chaser had its perks. For one, it improved your reflexes outside of the pitch, so you were one of the best snowball fighters Hogwarts has ever seen during the winter months. And for another, you looked hot in your Quidditch robes. But being a chaser for the team wasn't always fun and games.

There were no dull moments during the game, to which you were actually thankful for, there was always something to do always someplace to be, and five other chasers to pay attention to, not to mention the other players. This also meant that there was never a moment where you could stop to rest. You would always have to pay attention. One distraction and it could mean the other team's Chaser took the quaffle and could score 10 points, and that could mean losing the match on some occasions.

Not quite like a Seeker, where all they did was sit atop a broom the entire game searching for a little golden ball. That ought to be boring, although the longer the game dragged on the more prone to tiredness one would get, despite what position they occupied.

This was the last game of the season, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The most awaited match, the most rival teams, both with the most to lose. The winning team would win the Quidditch cup and seal the fate of the year, bringing great pride to their house, and they head of the house.

The score was 200 to 190, Gryffindor on the lead, it was a very head-to-head game, each team never letting the other score too much before closing in on the difference, and the golden snitch was nowhere to be found. Not that you had had a moment to look around, but you could see, from the corner of your eye, the two seekers zooming in and out searching for it.

In fact, despite the fact that you couldn't see him, you felt his gaze on you more than once throughout the game. His grey icy eyes lingering on you whenever he flew overhead, his silver and green robes matching his pale blond hair, making it hard to miss him. In fact, his smirk was so annoying that the next time he flew close to you, you didn't even budge, colliding into his side and steering him off course before continuing with the quaffle to the opposing team's goalposts. His chuckled laugh the last thing you heard. He was so smug his team was going to win he wasn't even paying attention out for the snitch!

You looked over to Harry for just one second, only to find him focused on the game. 'Now that is a true seeker. You could learn something from him Malfoy.' you thought with a snarky grin before scoring the next goal. The two teams were once more tied when Slytherin scored 5 min later. Catching the snitch would be the only way to win the game if the scores were kept this close together.

Getting the grip on your broom tighter you zoom out of the way of the bludger one of the Slytherin beaters had thrown at you, barely avoiding getting hit by it and plummeting down to the ground below. You quickly regained the balance of your broom and angled it upwards, getting back to the game as if nothing had happened, but keeping a keen eye out for those beaters. You could see Fred shadowing you a bit more closely after that though, keeping the bludgers away from your vicinity.

You manage to intercept the quaffle and quickly make your way to the opposing goal posts, throwing the quaffle in the air and making a somersault with your broom, hitting the quaffle with its bristles, and scoring another 10 points to Gryffindor, making the crowd cheer out your name when all of a sudden the crowd goes silent, only Lee Jordan screaming out what was happening outside of your field of view.

Apparently, both Harry and Draco had spotted the elusive golden snitch and were both toe to toe after it, everyone was holding in their breaths and even the remaining players had stopped playing to look at the seekers themselves, hearing on for their respective team member.

Most of the remainder of the game was a blur in the back of your mind. Harry had caught the snitch, and the entire Gryffindor house was at the pitch chanting the house name at the top of their lungs and carrying the Quidditch players above their heads, making you feel like you were floating in the air without the help of a broom.

Your ears kept the ringing from all the screaming, even after you were in the locker room, only the water from the shower making noise around you, washing out the sweat of the game from your body.

The Gryffindor tower was able with the after-party, which really started in the great hall during dinner and was brought back here so as to spare the Slytherins some of the humiliation the green-clothed pompous students were feeling.

Escaping the party was near impossible though, because either Freed or George always found you trying to sneak by partying students and manage to drag you right back to the thick of it, giving you another shot of firewhiskey they had managed to smuggle inside without the teacher's knowledge. You were starting to feel a bit hazy, but all the party noise was making your head pound more than it should on the basis.

So, after your fourth attempt at escaping, and after making sure both twins were busy with a small favor requested of Angelina, you finally managed to slip past them and the Fat Lady portrait, and slowly, so as not to trip over your own feet, making your way down the stairs, with the room of requirements as your destination.

Passing for a few seconds in front of the corridor the door to the room of requirements started to slowly appear, and as soon as it was fully visible you slipped inside, letting the door close behind you soundlessly. The room was too different from what you remembered from last year, the rows of piled-up furniture now contrasting with the way the room previously looked, despite it being able to change.

But this did provide you with some privacy in your nightly escapades since you could just hide behind a particularly dome-shaped pile and hope to not be noticed by anyone else. You made your way to this corner and noticed that he was already there, waiting for you atop the blankets and pillows you both had eventually brought there to make the corner more comfortable to spend the copious amounts of time you two spent there.

"You sure took your sweet time." the blond grumbled at you, pulling you to his lap once you were close enough, making you straddle his waste and sit comfortably on his thighs.

"Sorry, I had some trouble with getting away noticed." you slurred a bit on some words, making him push you a bit off his lat so he could look at you more clearly.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, with a scandalous tone on his lips, "And you didn't even wait to get drunk with me. I'm offended." his smirk was too distracting, though, making you not pay too much attention to his teasing words.

"Just shut up and kiss me, you git."

"With pleasure." the blonde says, raising his wands to your face and cupping your cheeks while his lips tentatively searched for your at first until he gained more intensity, kissing you like he was a starved man looking at a feast for the first time in forever.

"I'm sorry your team lost." you whisper in between kisses, moving your harms from his waist to his neck, getting closer to his body heat.

Draco stops kissing you for a second to look deep into your eyes, before answering: "I don't mind we lost, I got to stare at you play the entire time, and let me tell you, you were amazing. Just... don't tell my father that, he always expects ME to be more than great."

"Well, I did notice you totally spaced out during the game, but if I had known I was the cause of it, I would have made sure to acknowledge my fan." you giggle out at him, pecking his lips when he pouts a bit at you.

"So I've brought this for us to celebrate one of us winning, but I guess you already started celebrating without me." Draco says, pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey from under his robes.

"I tried to get away sooner, but neither Fred nor George were having it, since I scored most goals for the team. But I'm here now to celebrate with you." he smiles at you and pours out some of the bottle's contents into two glasses, passing you one of them and toasting with you.

"To us, for the last game of the season, for the final days of the school year. For our two years together, and keeping it out of others noses." he laughs a bit when you mention that last part, remembering how hard it had been to keep your relationship hidden from every nosy person in the castle for this past two years, allowing the two of you to enjoy more together and giving no satisfaction to others.

For now, the two of you remain in your bubble, drunken kisses and cuddles leading to a sleepover in the room of requirements, and to a blissful few more moments together before having to catch the train to return home for summer vacations, until next school year rolled around bringing the two lovers back together once again.

[tigerkirby215]

5e Aphelios, the Weapon of the Faithful build (League of Legends)

(Artwork by Pan Chengwei. Made for Riot Games.)

(Shit meme by yours truly.)

Yes I hate Irelia so much I’m genuinely making an Aphelios build before her.

But I really don’t get the “Aphelios too confusing 200 years” memes. Don’t get me wrong his kit’s weird and certainly overtuned but it doesn’t take that long to figure out what his guns do. Calibrum has long range and fires a skill shot, Severum has lifesteal and attacks fast, Gravitum slows and roots, Infernum attacks in a cone for AoE damage, and Crescendum attacks very fast and creates a turret.

Just because I understand this does it mean I can play Aphelios? Fuck no. Did I learn all this from Legends of Runeterra by playing Labs with Aphelios? Yeah kinda. But all I’m saying is that if my stupid support-main ass can do midway decently as Aphelios on free-to-play rotation I really think the hype around him is overblown.

That’s enough hot takes from me. He’s the point where I list 5 goals for this build instead of 3 and make 200 years jokes.

GOALS

Calibrum - We’ll need a long-ranged weapon to harass our foes and pick them off when they try to run.

Severum - If enemies get too close or we get too low we’ll need a way to keep ourselves alive in a 1v1.

Gravitum - We’ll need to control our foes to always stay in an advantageous position.

Infernum - AoE damage is always useful to deal with crowds.

Crescendum - To take down the toughest of foes we’ll need to unleash all our firepower and even get our weapons to fir themselves.

Basically we need literally everything, all packed within 20 levels of D&D and 200 years of game design.

RACE

Aphelios is a human... but ellipsis means that another race makes more sense. Aphelios has his sister advising him wherever he goes in life, so to play two spirits in one a Kalashtar is a good choice! Your Wisdom score increases by 2 and your Charisma increases by 1. Alune’s Dual Mind grants you Advantage on Wisdom saving throws, and her Mental Discipline lets you resist Psychic damage. Alune also keeps you Severed from Dreams, meaning that you’re immune to spells that require you to dream (like the Dream spell) but not spells that require you to sleep (like Sleep.)

Aphelios doesn’t talk (unless you want him to) but Alune can make a Mind Link to speak telepathically with others! You can speak telepathically to any creature you can see that’s within a number of feet of you equal to 10 times your level. You don’t need to share a language with them, but they must be able to understand at least one language. You can also use your action to give that creature the ability to speak telepathically with you for 1 hour or until you end this effect as an action. To use this ability, the creature must be able to see you and must be within this trait’s range. You can only give this ability to only one person at a time however, as it ends when you give it to someone else. Oh and speaking of languages you know Common, Quori (which no one is going to have outside of Eberron lol), and one other language of your choice: Celestial probably makes the most sense but you can pick whatever you fancy.

ABILITY SCORES

15; CHARISMA - You’re a kpop pretty boy, because Aphelios has more guns than body types in League of Legends.

14; WISDOM - I mean you get advantage in Wisdom saves anyways: may as well make the skill good too?

13; DEXTERITY - You are a marksman but we aren’t really using DEX for combat. So in other words: something something Medium Armor.

12; CONSTITUTION - You are one of the squishiest ADCs in the game but you do have enough sustain to keep yourself alive.

10; INTELLIGENCE - You were trained spiritually, as opposed to academically. That being said Religion is an Intelligence skill for some reason.

8; STRENGTH - I mean look at Aphelios’ arms; kid’s a freaking twink.

BACKGROUND

Aphelios fights for him and his sister’s faith in the Lunari... bit unorthodox, but you’re certainly quite the devoted Acolyte. As an acolyte you get proficiency in Religion but I’d replace your proficiency in Insight with Medicine, which you’re probably used to after drinking so much poison. You also learn two languages that you won’t use because Aphelios is mute. (But yeah pick whatever you think will be useful and if you want to feel free to swap your languages for tools or something. A Herbalism Kit or Poisoner’s Kit actually works rather well given your favorite drink to keep close to your sister.)

Alune may be in the Shelter of the Faithful but you can return to the temple from time to time for solace. You and your adventuring companions can expect free healing and care at a temple, shrine, or other established location of Lunari faith (you have to provide any material components for spells though.) The Lunari will support you (but only you) at a modest lifestyle in the temples.

If you’re near your sister’s shrine you can ask the chosen Lunari priests for assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you remain in good standing with your temple and your sister.

(Artwork by SixMoreVodka Studios. Made for Legends of Runeterra by Riot Games.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - SORCERER 1

Starting off as a Sorcerer for proficiency in CON saving throws lol, but also for proficiency in Arcana and the Insight skill we skipped from our background. But Sorcerers get to choose their subclass at level 1 and to get closer to the Aspects grab a touch of the Divine Soul. As a Weapon of the Faithful you are Favored by the Gods, letting you add 2d4 to a missed attack roll or saving throw once per Short or Long Rest for a touch of Alune’s guidance. I’m going to mention now that a death saving throw is technically a saving throw, and I mention it because your AC is 11 and your health is 7. Level 1 ADCs, am I right?

Anyways: Divine Souls get Divine Magic for one extra spell from the Cleric spell list: technically you’re supposed to take one of the ones they suggest to you but I’d recommend Guiding Bolt for Calibrum’s Q: a long ranged shot that lets you shoot the target more easily afterwards.

And of course being able to cast spells implies that you have Spellcasting! You can learn four cantrips from the Sorcerer or Cleric list which means you can grab Guidance for a bit more of your sister’s help. You can also grab Word of Radiance to attack everyone near you with Severum’s Q, Acid Splash for some AoE damage from Infernum (should it be doing fire damage? Yeah probably), and Light to see with your dumb Kalashtar eyes. You can also learn two leveled spells like Sanctuary to protect yourself or your allies as long as they act peacefully, and Ice Knife for a more ranged AoE blast from Infernum.

If you want you can grab Mage Armor or something because your AC and HP are kinda uhhhhhhhhhh... trash?

LEVEL 2 - WARLOCK 1

Hopefully you didn’t die as a level 1 Aphelios with 7 HP and 11 AC; we didn’t even get 200 years of damage yet! Warlocks get to choose their subclass at level 1 as well which means you can shape yourself as the Fiend the Solari see you as. Dark One’s Blessing grants you temporary hitpoints equal to your Charisma modifier plus your Warlock level whenever you slay a foe for Severum’s lifesteal and passive shield.

You also get Pact Magic, which is like regular Spellcasting but your spell slots are funny! You can learn two cantrips from the Warlock list like Eldritch Blast to blast while you eldritch, and Chill Touch for some Grievous Wounds. You can also learn two Warlock spells like Burning Hands from the Fiendlock list to blast your foes with Infernum, and Hex to mark your foe for death under the moon.

LEVEL 3 - WARLOCK 2

Second level Warlocks get access to Eldritch Invocations like Agonizing Blast to agonize your blasts, and Lance of Lethargy to slow your foes with Gravitum. You can also learn another Warlock spell like Unseen Servant for some extra sisterly help. I mean, you’re probably going to replace these all next level anyways.

LEVEL 4 - WARLOCK 3

Third level Warlocks can choose their Pact Boon and truthfully? Just about any of them work. Pact of the Blade would be the most “in-character” but your Strength and Dexterity are both kind of bad and you don’t need to use weapons. Pact of the Chain will let you personify Alune on your person and get a shitty version of Crescendum’s turret but Aphelios doesn’t have a pet. Pact of the Tome lets you get Aspect of the Moon which is funny in its own right and more cantrips are universally useful. And hell: even Pact of the Talisman is useful for your sister to lend her aid to someone else in the party. Basically this is an elaborate way for me to say that your Pact Boon doesn’t matter much for this build, as we won’t be using any of the abilities or invocations from your Pact Boon much. So pick what you think will be useful and fun and make your own Aphelios!

With that being said: you can also learn second level Warlock spells now! Shadow Blade will serve as Crescendum’s blade that you can throw at the enemy, but it is based on your DEX which is kind of... bad? Well at least you can replace Unseen Servant with Misty Step, because a summoner’s Flash is more useful than your sister’s unseen help.

LEVEL 5 - WARLOCK 4

Man isn’t it fun to wait until level 5 to not die when the enemy support breathes on you? That uneven Dexterity score was done so you could grab the Moderately Armored feat for +1 to your Dexterity and proficiency in Medium Armor and Shields. Grab both to get hit less, basically!

You can also learn another spell like Hold Person for Gravitum’s root. And another cantrip like Minor Illusion for your sister to summon some props that you can hide behind.

(Artwork by Jennifer Wuestling. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 6 - WARLOCK 5

Hey that Medium Armor doesn’t really fit your outfit: how about the Mask of Many Faces invocation to put on some skins?

Third level spells are also useful! Vampiric Touch will let you heal in close range by damaging your foes with Severum.

LEVEL 7 - WARLOCK 6

6th level Fiend Warlocks get more guidance from Alune. The Solari may call it the Dark One’s Own Luck but all it lets you do is add a d10 to an ability check or saving throw once per Short or Long Rest. I mean hey: if you want a load of saving throw insurance this plus Favored by the Gods basically means you’re adding +10 to a saving throw!

You can also learn another spell but the only ones I’d want have very expensive components. Basically I want a Tasha’s summoning spell for Crescendum’s turret, but you’re going to be replacing it with...

LEVEL 8 - WARLOCK 7

4th level Warlocks can learn Summon Aberration which is a little more than just a turret! You can choose between a Beholderkin turret, Slaad tank, or Star Spawned Aspect! I’m not going to go too deep into this spell as you can read up on it for yourself but the point is you’ve got some backup now!

Alternatively if you want I think your sis could use some friends: Banishment will send them up to the temple where they’ll have to sit around and chat peacefully with Alune. Or if they’re not from the plane you’re in they’ll just be sent home.

Oh and you can also get another Eldritch Invocation like Eldritch Spear to keep your range with Calibrum.

LEVEL 9 - WARLOCK 8

8th level Warlocks get another Ability Score Improvement: you should probably increase your Charisma for more damage and accuracy with your weapons.

Speaking of weapons Dimension Door will let you head back to fountain to buy more weapons, or get out of danger and in range to use your weapons.

(Artwork by SixMoreVodka Studios. Made for Legends of Runeterra by Riot Games.)

LEVEL 10 - SORCERER 2

We’ve gotten all of out basic auto attacks: now I want some of Aphelios’ finer abilities. Second level Sorcerers get a Font of Magic for Sorcery Points which currently do nothing other than let you get more spell slots. You can melt down your Warlock slots however to get more Sorcery points, which will be useful later.

And of course you can learn more spells, but we’re going to wait for...

LEVEL 11 - SORCERER 3

Third level Sorcerers can finally learn Metamagic to empower their spells! You can take Quickened Spell for some Attack Speed, or Seeking Spell for some armor penetration to deal with higher AC enemies.

You can also learn second level spells like Icingdeath’s Frost (UA soon to be in Fizban’s hopefully) to blast foes with Infernum then Gravitum, or Dragon’s Breath to blast Infernum all throughout the fight.

LEVEL 12 - SORCERER 4

Would be good to cap off that Charisma, so go ahead and do so with your ASI.

You can also learn another spell like Spiritual Weapon for a turret you can move around a bit, and a new cantrip like Mage Hand for your sister’s help reaching the top shelf.

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 13 - SORCERER 5

5th level Sorcerers can get some Magical Guidance from their sister to reroll ability checks, because she’s been reading up on Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything.

You can also learn a new spell like Fireball... I mean I really shouldn’t need to justify this. It’s Fireball. Blast them with Moonlight Vigil for a burst of Infernum’s fire!

LEVEL 14 - SORCERER 6

6th level Divine Soul Sorcerers can use their Sorcery Points for Empowered Healing... wait you have healing? Well whenever you or an ally within 5 feet of you rolls dice to heal from a spell, you can spend 1 sorcery point to reroll any number of those dice once, as long as you’re not incapacitated. This technically doesn’t work with Vampiric Touch (since that spell does damage and then heals you based on how much damage it deals) but if your support heals you or a nearby ally there’s no reason not to give them an extra pick-me-up!

You can also learn another spell but I’m going to hop back to second level real quick for Mirror Image. It perhaps doesn’t fit as well (which is why I didn’t take it until now) but it’s very good to keep yourself alive, and as a squishy Lunari boy it’ll be very helpful to make it harder for the enemy to hit you.

LEVEL 15 - SORCERER 7

7th level Sorcerers can learn 4th level spells like Guardian of Faith for a turret that actually stands still! It shoots at anyone who comes close, and when it runs out of ammo it disappears. But what’s cool about this spell is that it lasts for 8 hours, which is plenty of time to rest through the night while your sister watches over you.

LEVEL 16 - SORCERER 8

8th level Sorcerers get another Ability Score Improvement or Feat: seeing as you’re mostly casting War Caster would be a good pickup to keep your Concentration with your bad Constitution and also hit those who come too close with magic. Or you could just get better Constitution maybe since it’s a bit late for War Caster tbh...

You can also learn another spell like Death Ward, for a Guardian Angel that you’re probably going to need seeing as you still have less than a hundred health.

(Artwork by Francis Tneh and West Studios. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 17 - SORCERER 9

9th level Sorcerers can learn 5th level spells like Teleportation Circle to recall back to base or to your sister’s temple. If you know the sequence of sigils to go back to a teleportation circle you can use this spell to link yourself back to it. You can also create a new circle over the course of a year. (And by spending a lot of gold.)

Basically this is my way of saying that we got all we wanted after level 16 tbh and I’m kinda just going through the motions of grabbing your last few levels.

LEVEL 18 - SORCERER 10

10th level Sorcerers get their third Metamagic option! Hurrah! By this point you have enough spells that force saving throws that Heightened Spell is a good option to make it a lot harder for your opponents to resist 200 years of magic!

You can also learn another 5th level spell like Hold Monster for Gravitum’s root against a ganking Fiddlesticks. And another cantrip: I somehow didn’t take Prestidigitation until now, so grab it for all sorts of basic Lunari magic.

LEVEL 19 - SORCERER 11

11th level Sorcerers can learn a 6th level spell! This is going to be your final, highest level spell; your ultimate ability! And I’d consider an ultimate from a fed Aphelios to be a Circle of Death. It’s a huge AoE that does a lot of damage: a simple nuke for a simple ADC that isn’t remotely confusing.

LEVEL 20 - SORCERER 12

12th level Sorcerers get one last Ability Score Improvement or Feat... I’m going to be honest: this doesn’t fit Aphelios but you likely have around 100 HP. Do yourself a favor and grab the Tough feat for 40 extra health.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

For every phase, a weapon - Wow who would’ve guessed building for versatility makes you versatile? You have a huge variety of spells for just about any occasion: AoEs to deal with crowds, single-target spells to take down big foes, crowd control to keep enemies in place, summons to keep enemies targeting them instead of your allies, and of course more than enough damage to shake a stick at.

In your hand; from my heart - Sorcery points also give you plenty of flexibility, notably in your ability to greatly increase damage output thanks to Quickened Spell on Eldritch Blasts and Seeking Spell to reroll missed Eldritch Blasts. But being able to turn your Warlock slots into ammo for your more useful guns is extremely useful and allows you to better adapt to various situations.

I am with you... shining above - Medium armor goes quite a long way! A Breastplate and Shield gives you a solid 18 AC, and if you’re willing to have Stealth Disadvantage upgrading to Half Plate gives you a respectable 19 AC!

CONS

You make yourself a weapon, so you do not have to feel - Skill proficiencies are reserved for those who don’t spend 200 years on damage. You have two skills from your background and two from your class and none of them are particularly great. Sure your Insight and Medicine skills are fine enough but you’re going to be beaten in Arcana by a Wizard and Religion by a Cleric also a Wizard, because Religion is an Intelligence skill for some reason.

Your life upon the altar, brother... - Even with the Tough feat your health is extremely poor. d6 hit die hurt and anyone with Power Word Kill can easily execute you. While I did give you good Wisdom for roleplay’s sake you could (and probably should) opt for Constitution instead.

An omen in your grasp - Your low health is kind of a problem when a lot of your spells force you into close range. There are ways to use spells like Burning Hands, Dragon’s Breath, Shadow Blade, and Vampiric Touch without getting too close (those methods being the Distant Spell Metamagic which we didn’t take; you could totally replace Seeking Spell if you wanted though) but Severum and Infernum are balanced around their low range. There’s no reason you can’t throw balance out the window to take spells that will likely be more useful.

But you are a weapon, sworn to carry your faith and show the world the light in the darkness. Your task is to slay those that deny the right of your people before they even know you are there... Sure confusing them as to what you are even doing is also effective, and I guess it doesn’t matter if your abilities make sense if they’re all dead. They’ll have 200 years to figure out how you killed them: I’m sure that’s plenty of time to read your ability descriptions.

(Artwork by @NAOMM29 on Twitter.)