#this can be a starter if you look hard enough but i'm posting it as is regardless

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Sanow knew from a young age who he wanted to be—what he wanted to do—from the moment he watched his father’s lifeless body drop to the ground in front of him by the hands of that tyrant “Frieza”; it was a strange feeling at first, this almost admiration that began to flow through him mixed in with the strong feelings of fear and horror as he realized that the weak would fall to the strong, and those with power would always be the ones in control, no matter how hard they fought against it. At the time, he had merely slapped a hand over his twin brother’s mouth before he could scream, staying crouched behind a nearby rock formation with Hale pulled close to him, silently praying to whatever otherworldly being was out there that the two weren’t found and met with the same fate.

That event alone years ago was what shaped him into the being he is today, a creature that taught himself from a young age that playing dumb would get you exactly where you needed to be in order to gain the trust of those around you, getting you in the perfect position to strike and make it known that you would be the one in control. Day in and day out of watching the assortment of “friends” that he and his brother had gotten close to, putting on his same dopey smile and cheery disposition that had the lot of them eating right out of the palm of his hand. With this lot, he didn’t have to lie about just how much he hated Frieza, telling them time and again the revenge he had in store for the being as a little more of his façade dropped, only for him to sigh and wave it off as him wanting to avenge his father.

No, he didn’t care about his father anymore.

He was going to take Frieza’s place.

Sanow’s saving grace would be Frieza’s own hatred for the twins’ group of friends, especially the saiyans he found himself fighting again and again; if it weren’t for the lot of them drawing the Frost Demon back to them, Sanow would have to go out of his way to find Frieza himself, and that wouldn’t end well for him in the long run. He’d been planning it for ages now, watching as Frieza and the saiyans gained form after form to one-up the other, seeing the destruction they left in their wake after every fight. It was always the two strongest that seemed to fight Frieza; Goku and Vegeta, while having different reasons for doing so, never backed down from the opportunity to beat the Icejin into the ground.

All Sanow would have to do was wait.

Yes, all he would need to do is find a way to lead the tyrant back to Earth and right towards the two saiyans, watching as they once again went all out to battle to the brink of death until one side was declared the victor. They wouldn’t see it coming, really, should Sanow take advantage of them while they were weakened from battle, beaten and tired as he came from hiding and finished them off himself. He could already picture the expressions on their faces, that thought alone sending a shiver down his spine that he had to wave off as “cold chills” to the same ragtag group of people he was plotting the demise of, picturing the way their faces would twist in the same fear and horror he’d felt when his father was murdered by Frieza all those years ago for defecting.

For now, however, he would sit back in his chair at another of Bulma’s parties while those around him chatted away, none the wiser to the thoughts that plagued him every waking moment of his life now. And even as he was handed a beverage from the blue-haired earthling woman and given a friendly pat on the back from that shorter bald earthling as he struck up a conversation, taking them both with the same smile he’d been faking for years as his tail moved in devilish glee on its own just beside his ankle, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would all look like when he was in control.

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little bitch - cs55

summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then. PART TWO

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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.

You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.

"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."

"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.

"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."

"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.

This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.

Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."

He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.

"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"

"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."

"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"

"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"

You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.

For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.

And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.

"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."

You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.

"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."

"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish you’d stop pushing the subject."

"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."

"No promises."

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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.

You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.

“Ready to tear up the dance floor?” Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk

“Always!” you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.

After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.

Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied, taking a seat next to him. “You two should join us on the dance floor.”

Lily laughed softly. “Maybe later. Right now, we’re enjoying people-watching.”

“Suit yourselves,” you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."

"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.

"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.

As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.

Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.

You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.

When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a “please,” you couldn't help but call him out.

"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.

“A 'please' would be nice, you know,” you interjected.

Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you replied coolly. “It's not hard to be polite.”

"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. “Oh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?”

“That I am,” you confirmed, your tone equally cold.

“Figures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "You’re the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.”

“You deserved every word,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Did I now?” Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. “You don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."

“I know enough,” you shot back. “I know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.”

“And what about you?," Carlos’s jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.”

“Someone had to say it,” you replied, refusing to back down. “You can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.”

“And you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,” Carlos retorted. “Can't your little brother handle things himself?.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,” you snapped, feeling your temper flare.

Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. “Look, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?”

“Gladly,” you replied, turning away from him.

When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.

"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.

“I’ll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.

"Don't bother, he's a bitch."

Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.

“What happened with YN now?” Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Carlos shrugged before speaking, “I was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."

“And?” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“And she’s just so immature and arrogant,” Carlos continued, “She’s always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. It’s embarrassing.”

Lando shook his head. “Look, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. It’s not ideal, but it’s not like she’s completely unreasonable.”

“Well, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I don’t know how you deal with it.”

Lando sighed. “She’s my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know that’s asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? She’s not a bad person.”

"She's insufferable."

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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.

However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.

"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.

"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.

"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"

"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"

"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."

"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.

Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."

Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.

"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."

He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.

"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.

"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."

Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.

You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."

Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.

"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.

The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.

Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself

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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.

And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.

You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.

So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.

With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.

Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.

"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.

"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.

Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again

"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"

"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.

"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."

"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.

"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."

"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."

"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."

"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."

True

"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.

"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."

"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."

Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."

"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.

"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."

"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.

"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."

"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.

"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."

Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.

"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

What the hell was happening?

For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.

Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.

"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.

"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."

Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."

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2024 SEASON

Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.

You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.

In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.

"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.

"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.

"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."

Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.

Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.

You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.

With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.

Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.

Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.

"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.

"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.

"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"

"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"

"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."

You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.

"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."

Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."

"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."

"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.

"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"

"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.

"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."

You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."

The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.

Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.

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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.

You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.

Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than you’d expected, and you’d found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.

Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.

As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.

He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.

Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel… softer.

However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.

Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look who’s back from the dead!"

Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"

"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."

Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.

"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."

"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "I’m just being a decent human being."

"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."

"I’m serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad you’re okay. It must have been scary."

Carlos’s expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and I’m ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."

There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.

It felt nice.

"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, it’s nice to see you care, even if you won’t admit it."

"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."

"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."

As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.

You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.

"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"

"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."

You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.

"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."

You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.

You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.

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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."

"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."

"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."

"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."

"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."

You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.

Truth was, you didn’t have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.

But here you were, about to head out to meet him.

"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because you’ve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."

You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."

"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."

"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"

"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."

"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."

"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."

"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. You’re intrigued by him, he’s intrigued by you, and you both can’t seem to stay away from each other."

You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.

That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.

"Look, it’s not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I don’t think he trusts me either. We're just… trying to be civil for once."

"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."

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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation… surprisingly pleasant.

The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.

"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.

"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.

"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"

"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."

You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.

"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."

"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."

"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."

"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.

You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.

Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"

"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"

"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."

"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"

You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.

"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'

Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.

"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.

"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"

Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"

"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."

"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"

"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."

You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.

"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.

"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.

"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."

"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.

"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.

"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.

Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.

You were fucked.

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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.

He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.

This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.

"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.

"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.

Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.

"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."

"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.

"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.

"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."

Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."

You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.

You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.

Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.

"We're just… getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."

"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."

"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."

"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."

You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.

It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.

"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."

"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."

"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.

"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."

You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."

"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."

You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"

"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."

"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."

You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."

"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."

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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.

Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.

No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.

"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.

After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.

"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.

Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."

"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.

You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.

"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.

"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.

You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.

"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."

"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.

You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.

The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.

At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."

When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."

His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.

You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.

Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"But… I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."

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(Long post time, talking about Phil and Tubbo today, no Creation theory here yet but SOON)

Okay so I've been seeing a lot of people pissed that Phil didn't take Tubbo's death seriously and how we was handling Creation and like

Can you really blame him??

For starters, Tubbo is like one of THE most unserious people on the server. The guy will interrupt the most serious lore moments with countless jokes like his life depends on it and everyone knows this about him. And they usually laugh WITH him

So when he says stuff like "Oh yeah I've only got one life btw" in THE most joking tone ever, can you really blame people for thinking it's a joke??

(And yes I know that he does have serious lore reasons for making jokes like this, that HE knows aren't really jokes. But if they're presented as jokes, then yeah, people will read them as jokes)

Hell, even Chayanne said just now that he thought it was a joke too and he was the MAIN ONE playing along with it this whole time

I don't imagine acting depressed to a bunch of kids is gonna do much to cheer them up anyway, so yeah Phil's jokes may not have been well-timed, but I really doubt he was making them with any bad intent. Maybe he was just trying to cheer them up in his own way idk. Either way, he was definitely taking it very seriously when he found out it wasn't a joke, trying REALLY hard to figure out what to do to help bring back Tubbo

(As for the adoption thing, I think he was mostly talking about how Chayanne is acting like he's adopted her?? Even Creation told Chayanne to take care of Sunny so)

But people are taking this way too seriously, especially considering it's about THE most unserious guy on the server

Also the fact that Tubbo was in Phil's chat a lot today, laughing and commenting, which means he probably thought this shit was HILARIOUS. He was even making jokes at the end, saying "Ah shit sorry I fucked up your eggs KEKW" He's still making jokes!! So please start taking his jokes as jokes, at least a little bit. I can understand being annoyed, but people are way too serious about it

(AND ALSO OF COURSE PHIL WAS ACTING DEFENSIVE AGAINST CREATION AT FIRST. EVERY TIME SOMEONE WEIRD SHOWS UP TO HIM, THEY'RE ALMOST ALWAYS A THREAT. DON'T FORGET THAT THE LAST TIME SOMEONE SHOWED UP TO HIM, IT WAS THE EYE GUYS LOOKING FOR LUFFY. AND WE KNOW HOW THAT WENT. OF COURSE HE'S PARANOID ABOUT WEIRD-ASS LOOKING STRANGERS SHOWING UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND BEING CRYPTIC ABOUT THE EGGS)

Just please calm down, everyone. We've got enough negativity going on in the community right now. It's okay to be frustrated, but outright insulting the creators is not the way to express it, and I doubt it's what the other creators would want either. The fact that Tubbo is choosing to have Phil be directly involved in his lore means that he WANTS Phil involved. So please respect that, at least

(Sorry for the negativity again, it's just getting really exhausting seeing everything happening all at once right now. Just take a breath or something, please, I'm BEGGING)

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On the Reality of Dating a Famous/Wealthy Man:

I was going to post this on Twitter but decided I wanted to a do a long form post. So an explanation of this tweet, which was inspired by the screenshot just below it:

First a disclaimer: I am not at ALL saying Mick is anything like the men I'm about to talk about (I genuinely doubt it). I'm using this response to him hard-launching his relationship as an example of the mindset I see in a LOT of the young female F1 fans. If you read the gossip blogs, you've seen posts like this and worse, particularly on Charles, Pierre, Danny, and Carlos's gfs.

As I said in my tweet, if these young girls knew what it can be like behind closed doors for the WAGs of the rich and the famous, they probably wouldn't make statements like this.

I see a lot of younger fans here on social media posting their imagines and fan fics, and as someone a bit older than them, it does worry me. I know for most people it's simple fantasy and fun, but when I see things like the above I know there are some younger girls that really just don't get it.

My aim in posting this is that maybe it'll be a bit of a reality check for some of those girls. And I don't mean that in a bullying way, I mean that in a "please don't look at these smiling pretty girls with the closet full of designer, perfect body, and seemingly perfect life and feel bad about yourself" way.

Lastly, how do I know any of what I'm about to talk about? I wish I was just chatting shit, but I have lived through all of what I'm posting below as the daughter of a "man" of wealth. His money came from corporate life, not fame, but when you have as much as my "father" did/does, you rub elbows with the famous. Everything I detail below happened to me, my mother, and the wives of my "father"'s coworkers. I'm now watching history repeat itself as I've moved up the corporate ladder and find myself around millionaires and billionaires on a regular basis.

1. The "Starter Wife" Phenomenon

In wealthy circles there's the concept of a "Starter Wife". This is the woman wealthy/famous men marry because they were high school sweethearts, worked together early on, or they dated before the man had his "come up". Sometimes men marry these women and have kids for the SOLE purpose of having the "Family Man" persona. For famous men, this can be good PR. For wealthy men, this can boost their career.

A lot of these men fucking HATE their wives. By the time they have money, they want the freedom of single life back. They can now afford their "dream woman" and loathe being "stuck" with their current wife because of it. Leading to:

2. Serial Cheating

These men have all the money and resources they need to live a double life. Not to mention built-in time and an alibi: They're on the road all the time for their job, work trips, events, etc. No time unaccounted for because they're always working.

Some of those work trips to wine-and-dine clients include runs to the local strip club, escorts, and in some cases some of those escorts are of INCREDIBLY questionable age (in reality, they are victims of trafficking). Again, I wish I was talking out of my ass, I have seen this shit with my own eyes and wish to the Gods I hadn't. Then there's also:

3. Domestic Violence

This is bad enough when it's a wealthy man whose built that "Family Man" persona to protect himself, but it's even worse when they're famous. No one believes the victims, in some cases the woman is financially stuck and can't just take the kids and run when it happens.

And for some women it hard to leave the man they thought their partner was and, yes, to let the lifestyle go. Speaking of the lifestyle there's:

4. The Loneliness

This is a big one for the F1 girlies I see posting their imagines and fanfics and what not. The fairytale of "he'll make time for me because he loves me and I'd be special. I'd be different."

These men are busy as shit. That Cartier Bracelet you envy on these girls is often a "sorry I missed your birthday". The big bouquet of roses is a "sorry I had to leave our trip early." Yes, we know the joke "well at least I can cry in a Ferrari", but that shit will wear on you more than you can believe. I can't tell you growing up how hurt I was when my performances were missed, major dates were forgotten, or my proud life updates were met with "yeah, uh-huh, hold on I have to take this call."

Of course there are good times, of course there's memories you'll cling to, but when you're out, you often realize how alone you felt in the relationship. Lastly, and most poignant with this F1 WAG nonsense:

5. Keeping Up Appearances

You're no longer your own person in a relationship with these men, you are an extension of them. With famous men, you're a part of their "branding".

You have to look a certain way, act a certain way, talk to the right people, have the right friends. In the corporate-wealth world, that means making your partner look good, playing the part of the trophy wife and perfect mother. Smile in front of those coworkers that you know just spent the last business trip drinking, gambling, and cheating on their wives. Wear the right dress to the corporate dinner to make his coworkers envy him, but don't dress too sexy or he'll grow angry and think you're trying to cheat.

If you're dating someone famous, by the GODS, you better look immaculate in every post. You better be there to support him at his events, but if you're there too often you're "attention-seeking". You better have model good-looks, but if you ARE a model, you're "a jobless loser trying to profit on him". Don't post him on your IG, but if you happen to post that you're in the same city as him, you're "dropping hints". If he posts you, it's only because you "probably begged him to".

It's a maddening dance where you cannot win for losing. And once you break up, enjoy letting the world decide if he should have stayed with you, or if they're relieved that he finally got away from "that selfish bitch".

Do what you will with the above. I just wanted to get it off my chest. But I do hope that maybe, MAYBE, it'll give someone that needs it some perspective.

[itsnothingofinterest]

I think that the LoV deserves to win in the Final War because if they win, they will be able to create a world for themselves. The Heroes never meant to deserve to win at all considering the fact that most of them are morally corrupted (like the HPSC) and they are more interesting when they lose all the time.

If Spinner were able to win against Shoji, that would prove that his point will be always right and he would be able to save Shigaraki. If Toya succeeded, it would be the punishment that Endeavor deserves for abandoning his eldest son. If Toga succeeded, she would be able to do anything she wants. If Tomura Shigaraki wins against Deku and destroys Deku along with the entire Hero Society, Tomura Shigaraki would be able to have peace with his friends.

If I may be allowed the opportunity to rant: I'm sure some will say this is crazy at this juncture of the story but honestly? I get where you're coming from. Or at least 90% of it.

I mean for starters, I sympathize with the League far more than the heroes (no surprise from a villain fan). I think they’ve earned the happy endings they want after how hard they’ve struggled against the towering odds they’ve faced, an area which I feel they far surpass the heroes. I want them to win, I want them to prove the strength of their bonds, all that fun stuff for them.

And just logically, if you look at the worlds both sides are trying to make…the villain's world kinda seems better? Because after all, isn’t the plan to just take the current world, tear it down, and rebuild it without a whole bunch of its glaring flaws? The easy world Toga wants where kids like her don’t fear for their lives. Where corrupt heroes like Endeavor and bigots like the CRC aren’t left to their crimes. In a warped way, they’re almost like young All Might.

Compare that to the status quo the heroes want back, the very one that brought us here, which I don’t see much reason to root for. I mean even if you say “but all the people who’ve died”; first off, I swear mha civilians frequently act like horror movie victims so I can only care so much for them. But if I did, they want back the very status quo that led to all that death in the first place so…it feels like it’ll just lead back here again. A return of the status quo? This chaos is part of the status quo by now, you sure you want it back?

(Granted this is all hampered a little bit by Shigaraki’s sudden decision to sink the country and really where did that come from? Did Tomura just say that to appear more inhuman? Did Hori make him say that to appear more threatening? Because that kind of interferes with a lot of the League’s goals y’know. Sure he doesn’t want to give the status quo loving heroes a chance to rebuild what he destroyed, but society still needs replacing as part of the plan. The PLF are still supposed to rebuild according to their desires. I may make a post about just this plot point soon.)

Not to mention that I totally get what you mean about the heroes not narratively earning a permanent win here. Not only have they as a whole not really developed and surpassed their old flaws, but just the fact that they’ve been doing their own war crimes in this arc (when you’re really supposed to stick to your morals and beat villains by the book against make-the-world-better-by-extreme-measures-type villains) really makes me think they just don't deserve the win because they kind of can’t be trusted going forward. I mean the final arc's supposed to show where everyone is ending up; how they'll be in the future. And the impression being left is that the heroes, even the kids to enough of an extent to worry, have shown the same corruption we know the HPSC for.

About the only thing I disagree with out on is that I don’t want Deku specifically to die. He can be, to put bluntly, a self-righteous moron about things he doesn't understand at times, and can be a bit of an AM clone a lot of the rest of the time; but I'd hardly wish his death for just that. Especially since it seems any hope for the heroes side not repeating their mistakes rests on him pulling his head out of his arse and getting a clue on how to be better than All Might. Not that I think that'll happen anytime soon, but that's why I keep insistently hoping for an MHA part 2.

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(Sorry I took so long with this. Mix of being busy with real life and being in a writing funk. Which is why this may not be my finest post either. Hope you understand.)

[terresdebrume]

Messrs Payne and Rowland's Adventuring Agency pt 15

Where things speed up a bit. This one's rough but we're in 1st draft phase here so don't look too hard at the details, we'll fix it in post

Mr. Payne stops dead in his track the second they get in view of the cave. Crystal manages to avoid hitting him, but it comes at the cost of a loud clang of armor that echoes around them, almost but not quite lost in the sounds of the sea. At this point Crystal has water up to her mid calves, can almost feel the salt crusting down her boots.

The entrance the cave gapes like a mouth against the darkness of the night, jagged teeth springing out of the water with with the ferocity of a predator on the prowl. Crystal lowers her hand a bit, a bit relieved that Mr. Payne seems to be doing the same. Slowly, he pulls a stone from the inside of his robe and speaks into it.

"We are at the entrance. The water is rising fast. Did you find young Becky? Is either of you hurt? Do you need a distraction?"

"On my way to you. I'm scratched, Becky is unconscious. Something huge lives here. I could use some space, but you should prepare for sparks."

Crystal only has one ear on Charles' answer, her eyes focused on the cave. The light from her hand was superfluous under the bright light of a half moon and a clear sky, but as she follows Mr. Payne inside the cave it quickly becomes the only reason she can see anything.

"So what do we do now?" Crystal asks, trying to keep her steps quiet. "Do we just make noise or...?"

"Some noise might be helpful, yes," Mr. Payne says like he's not really listening.

Crystal follows his gaze ahead, and bites down on a gasp. The tunnel goes much narrowed the further it goes into the cliff, like a crack that hasn't finished forming. It's more than wide enough for two humans abreast, or even on top of each other, but definitely not for the shiny something coiled somewhere in the middle of it.

"Shit!" She hisses, trying to keep her voice low. "Are we supposed to fight this thing?"

"If we can't avoid it," Mr. Payne says, his tone grim. "It is blocking the passage entirely."

"There's no way Charles can come through without waking it up," Crystal agree. "And of we do make noise—"

"It could wake up and discovers some tasty snacks right under its nose," Edwin agrees. "It is better not to risk it if we can."

"Okay, so what do we do?" Crystal hisses again. "All I know how to do is light things up and swing a mace around!"

"Well, for starters," Mr. Payne says, "Let's give Mr. Rowland some space to work."

Crystal watches him gesture, muttering incantations she doesn't understand under his breath for a short second. When he finishes, there is a very soft sucking sound, like water going down into a bowl after you take something out of it, and then the huge serpent shrinks.

[pavlovianfuckery]

the mental reset button is in the ass, right?

MASTERLIST

A while back I made a post saying that a good hard cry and a thorough fuck while being told he's the most special, cleverest, prettiest boy, yes he is, would, if not fix him, at least do him some good, and someone was stupid enough to actually agree with me, so here we are. Didn't quite get all the way there but it is what it is. Clearly I should never be encouraged because this is saccharine as fuck, and got longer than I had planned, sorry about that. Especially fond of how you can tell at exactly what point the wheels fell off the wagon with this one

linky for those more ao3-ly inclined: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59115091

7.6k of pegging, banter and general buttstuff under the cut

Can I come over?

You frown at the screen. The text is, for lack of a better word, strange. Maybe not in itself, but he always prefers you coming to him, both for what you presume are egotistical reasons and because he's made his thoughts on your shitty little apartment pretty clear. Since you'd perhaps foolishly offered him a key, it's not like he really has to ask, and even if he didn't have it he'd no doubt manage to get in anyway if he wanted to. Yet there it is, and you're not quite sure how to respond. It's pretty early yet, only afternoon, but you suppose it'd give you something to look forward to.

Tonight?

His reply is nearly instant.

Right now.

That's new. You end up typing and erasing a few different things before settling on a simple:

Sure

Perhaps not the most eloquent, but it's not like you're going to tell him 'no', not when he's got your curiosity piqued.

⁂

Something is…off. You can't quite put your finger on what's going on just yet, but it's there. He's not in a bad mood, not precisely, but there's something. For starters, you suspect that he's a bit tipsy. A few months ago you probably wouldn't have noticed it but by now you know him well enough to be able to tell, and he's definitely had a drink or two. And then there's the fidgeting. Of course he's acting as flirtatious as usual but it's almost a bit over the top today, and he's clearly banking on you not commenting on it, but you notice that, too. For a while you play along, but eventually you can't do it anymore.

"Alright, spill."

He frowns at you from the corner of the couch, distractedly spinning one of his bracelets around on his wrist.

"What exactly am I supposed to," he takes a break from fiddling to do little air quotes, "'spill'?"

"Don't get cute with me, it's not going to work." You give him an annoyed look, because this is already getting old. "There's clearly something going on with you today, I can tell."

"You really think I'm cute?" When that little quip doesn't work, he has the gall to roll his eyes at you. "Nothing's going on."

"Are you high or something?"

"Not on drugs, doll, so you can relax." he wraps his arms around himself and shakes his head, not quite meeting your eyes. "Got to say, love how that's where your mind goes."

"So what, then?" As he opens his mouth to respond, you cut him off. "And don't say 'nothing' again, I'm not dumb."

"Even if it's got nothing to do with you?" Why is he so defensive?

"And if it does?" You shoot back, starting to get a bit ticked off. Why does this feel as if it's turning into a fight? Shit. "Look, if it's something you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to fucking argue with you. Just..." you sigh, hesitating as you bite your lip, "you're kind of freaking me out a little right now."

"Aw, don't tell me you're worried about little old me?" He's so quick with it, always deflecting, hiding behind that smart mouth of his. You can't deny that it stings a bit that he evidently still thinks that he has to do that with you. Even though he obviously doesn't return your feelings, you wish he'd at least know that he doesn't need to. He shrugs, tapping his fingers against his side. "Fine. Let's just say that my dinner doesn't quite agree with me."

"You're not going to puke, are you?" You wrinkle your nose at him. It's silly and definitely childish, but the incredulous expression on his face is worth it.

"What kind of question-" For a moment you worry that maybe you've pissed him off, but then some of the tension drains from his shoulders and he shakes his head, barest hint of a smile on his lips. "No, nothing like that." He shrugs and rather than volunteering anything else he flicks his eyes away. When the penny drops, you can't help but feel a little stupid. Right. That kind of 'doesn't agree with'.

"So..." Shimmying across the couch with a grin you lean in and close some of the distance, but not quite invading his personal space yet. "Is it something terribly embarrassing?"

"...No. Just drop it, will you?" And that doesn't sound anywhere near as convincing as he was probably going for.

"You're no fun." With a small pout you run your toes up the back of his calf, making him uncross his legs. "Can't you be a good boy for once and just tell me?"

"What makes you think it's any of your damn business?" There's no real heat there though, so he's definitely more embarrassed than pissed off.

"Well, you're here, aren't you? Kind of makes it look as if you want it to be." When he doesn't deny it, you move a fraction closer. "I'm not going to kiss and tell." You watch as he blinks slowly, once, then twice. So he's at least considering it. Besides, he hasn't got up and left, so it can't be that bad. Keeping your touch gentle, you slide a hand up over his shoulder. Instead of pushing you away he leans into it as you ruffle the soft curls at the back of his neck, letting his eyes slide shut for a few seconds.

"You're adorable when you're all shy."

"Not shy, doll." But his eyes remain stubbornly closed, so you're not sure who he's trying to convince, here.

"Oh, so you just really felt like playing twenty questions today, then?" Maybe you shouldn't tease him like this, but it's hardly your fault that he's making it so easy. "Or is this your idea of foreplay?"

"You're not letting this go, are you?" His voice is a bit gruff and he's still not looking at you, but with the way he's slowly relaxing under your hand, it doesn't feel as if he really wants you to.

"Tell me to stop, then." And then you wait. And wait. The moment stretches on for what feels like forever before he sighs, tenses up.

"I keep thinking about..." He trails off, then takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting again. And then, quietly, in a quick little rush of air; "I want you to fuck me."

"That's it?" Despite the words making want pool like hot lead in the pit of your stomach, you can't keep from letting out a little giggle. "I'm almost disappointed." He frowns, shrugging you off as he pulls away.

"Hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Guess I was expecting something a bit more off the wall than, well…that." That doesn't really seem to help. "Just saying, since getting it out of you was a bit like pulling teeth, I was half expecting it to be, I don't know, you wanting to dress up like a cow and have me play milkmaid, or something." That gets a choked noise from him that's very nearly a laugh. He shakes his head in response, but now he's finally smiling, albeit reluctant. "Oh I'm sorry, were you getting me mixed up with someone else?" At his puzzled look, you gesture vaguely to yourself. "Pervert, remember? Pretty sure you've said so, yourself. Besides," you shrug, "I'm just glad it's something I actually want to do, because if it had been the cow thing I'm not sure if I could've hacked it, honestly."

"Noted." His tone is dry but he seems a bit less on edge, so you consider that little segue to have served its purpose successfully. "So you want to?"

"Mm. Just one thing, though. I get that you're on a bit of a brain right now, but if that's all this is, just leave me out of it, okay?" You very nearly cross your fingers. Now that it's been put on the table, having it get taken right off again would be no fun at all.

"Why?"

"Not sure if this is news to you, but I actually give a shit about you. Against my better judgment, I might add." You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. Why are you even having to explain this? You know that he's not stupid, so what part isn't clicking, here? "If you're going to feel like crap once it wears off, I don't want to be the reason for that. So just..." You trail off, not sure how to put this in a way that doesn't sound like you're telling him 'no'. "Just tell me that you actually want it, that it's not just someone else living in your head right now."

And that's the rub, isn't it? Because as much as he takes and takes, him asking for something, leaving himself vulnerable like this, is not something he does. It just isn't. As the silence stretches out, you expect him to get up and leave. When he eventually moves, your heart lurches in your chest. But he's not turning away but moving closer, his face all wry amusement.

"While I appreciate the sentiment, this is me." He does a crooked little nod, hitching one shoulder. "Sure, it's not all me, but if it was none, I'd still be back at my place. Probably be white-knuckling it and drinking while I wait for it to wear off. So if it's all the same to you..." Now he's the one leaning closer, until his breath ghosts your cheek, "I'd rather you take care of me, hm?" And it's obvious he's trying to act casual about it, but you can see the way his brows knit together, and despite the airy way he says it, it still lands like a punch to the gut. Even if he doesn't mean it that way, it's still an admission of trust, small as it may be. It sets a heady mix of desire, pride and something dangerously close to love cascading through you and just like that, your hands are shaking. It's almost funny how fast it gets to you, how intensely, because it's not as if you haven't done it before.

"Fuck, you just scrambled my brain a little, I think," you breathe, suddenly not sure where to look. "I feel like I'm going to have to apologize in advance, here."

"Why? Change your mind already?"

"No, but," you let out a shaky little laugh, holding a hand up so he can see. "I might end up touching you like a diabetic middle schooler handling a candy bar."

"Not exactly inspiring confidence there, doll." He's teasing again, and in a weird way it actually helps, comforting in its familiarity. "You sure you're up for it?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." You plant a quick peck at the corner of his mouth. "I'll take care of you, if you'll let me."

"That a promise?" Even though he's trying to sound flippant, it's a bit more brittle than usual.

"You nervous?" If he is, it doesn't show in the way he kisses you, slow and sure. Still, maybe you should pump the breaks for a second. "Hold on, just, wait." With a sigh, he lets you push him gently away. "Where are you even, um...at, with this stuff? Really don't want to end up hurting you by accident."

"Not sure if I should be flattered or insulted, here." Shaking his head, he lets out a quick little huff. "You're not going to hurt me. Let's just call it dealer's choice, and if I change my mind, I'll tell you."

"That's fine." It's probably as much as you're going to get, but at least you can work with that. "Can I put my mouth on you?"

"You want to-" He splutters, then clears his throat. If he could blush, it looks like that's exactly what he'd be doing right about now. "Why?"

"Because I want to." Because you're beautiful. Because I want to see what noises you'll make. If he thought that you were going to try and get this over with as quickly as possible, he's got another thing coming. Since you're not sure if this will ever happen again, you plan to make a meal out of it, so to speak. "Besides, it's as good a start as any. It'll be good, I promise."

"You're so fucking…" Trailing off, he shifts in his seat, then lets out a shaky sigh. "If you really want to."

"Yeah, I do." Reaching for his hand you give it a squeeze, then press a kiss to the back of it, though you can't help but tease him just a little bit more. "Now, I know how you feel about my shower, but can you please be a good boy and get yourself nice and clean for me?"

"Alright, but only because you're asking so nicely," he grumbles, and while he looks incredibly put upon the whole way, he does go.

As the shower hisses to life, you busy yourself with getting things ready. The harness and the lube turns out to be the easy part, picking a dildo not so much. For a second you think about making him pick just to see what he'd do, but decide against it. In the end you settle for something brightly colored with a good curve and a nicely shaped head, a bit on the bigger side but with enough give that it shouldn't be too much. There's just enough time to lay everything out on the bedside table before the shower turns off.

The first thing that strikes you is how soft he looks like this, hair damp and one of your towels wrapped around his waist. The second is that he smells like your soap, and something about that makes some primal part of your brain almost purr. It's entirely nonsensical but you still can't push the thought down; yours, he's yours.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"For you, maybe," While he's clearly going for nonchalant, the set of his shoulders tell a different story. Despite trying to pretend otherwise, he's nervous, even if it's just a little bit.

"I better try to make it worth it, then. Come here." As you pat the covers next to you, he hesitates, but only for a split second. There's still a few stray droplets of water dotting his skin, making you ache to kiss each and every one away as he reclines next to you. The leisurely way he stretches out on his side is clearly aiming for casual, but not quite getting there. "Do you still want me to?"

"You don't need to keep asking." He frowns as you reach down to card your fingers through his already messy hair. "Are you going to get on with it or do I need to get a signed permission slip first?"

"Depends. Do you have one?" You grin, because this, you know. This is familiar and easy. "It'll have to be notarized and in trip-"

You hadn't been expecting him to let you finish, but you're still caught off guard by how impatient he is. Now that things are getting more real he seems more concerned with getting it over with than actually enjoying it, and the kiss is deep, almost urgent. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you push to give yourself some space and while he frowns at you, he doesn't fight it.

"You always take such good care of me, so just relax and let me take care of you for once," you press a quick, soft kiss to his lips, "there's no rush." This time around it's better as he simply lets himself be kissed but he still pulls at you, dragging you down. There's nothing nervous about his hands sliding up the back of your shirt though, or the way his hips lift as you pull the towel away, leaving him bare. Gliding a hand over the exposed skin, it never ceases to amaze you how someone so sharp can be so soft to touch. Even though he doesn't mark easily it's not that hard to imagine what that would look like as you drag your nails over the swell of his ass.

"Now who's rushing?" He murmurs as you grab at him, blunt fingernails digging in as you gently squeeze.

"I'm not," you sigh, giving him another squeeze just because you can, "I'm just…enjoying."

"Yeah?" Sliding a hand over your stomach he rucks the shirt up until he's cupping your breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb in teasing little circles around your nipple and making you shiver. The hint is obvious enough and as you pull the top off, he watches hungrily. When your hands go to the fly of your jeans next, he lets out a little relieved huff. "Was almost starting to feel a bit self-conscious, here."

"Sure you were." You can only barely keep from rolling your eyes at him. There are plenty of words that come to mind when you think of him, but self-consciousness is not one of them. When your jeans are finally kicked off and discarded over the side of the bed, they're quickly followed by your underwear.

"That's better," he hooks his leg over yours and pulls you close, grinding his half-hard cock against your thigh. Despite the crudeness of the gesture it still feels intimate, and it makes you wish that you could truly have him, that he'd be yours, for real and not just for the moment. Instead, you'll simply have to take what you can get. Pushing him onto his back is nearly effortless, he goes with it so easily. Sucking a lazy trail of kisses down the side of his throat has his eyes fluttering shut as he cranes his neck to give you better access.

"You're so beautiful…" You sigh, mouthing at the line of his clavicle, tracing the delicate bone with your teeth and dipping your tongue into the hollows before sucking the beginnings of a bruise into the sensitive skin at the join between his shoulder and neck. "It almost isn't fair."

"Careful, there," his voice is a soft rumble under your lips as you kiss your way down his chest, "keep talking like that and I might start to grow an ego."

"Mm, can't have that, can we?" You wish that you could see his face right now, because the noise he makes as you drag your tongue over one of his nipples is damn pretty, too. Enjoying the way his breath hitches, you can't help doing it a few more times before moving on.

While you do have an end point in mind, it's hard not to get sidetracked as you kiss your way down his body, briefly dipping your tongue into his navel as you go. Usually he's the one between your legs and not the other way around, but you don't mind the reversal. Not when he spreads them so readily, the soft hairs there tickling your lips as you kiss the insides of his thighs. For a second you're sorely tempted to bite him, to litter the creamy skin with bruises, but instead you nuzzle him gently, trailing kisses up to the crease of his thigh. Licking a fat stripe all the way up to his hip is messy and entirely self-indulgent, but you do it anyway. As you suck a bruise into the line of his hipbone he bucks underneath you, stiffening cock brushing your cheek. Even though you hadn't been planning to, you kiss him there too, running your tongue up the seam between his balls and up his shaft before wrapping your lips around the swollen tip.

"Fuck, doll," he rasps, chest hitching as he settles a hand over the back of your neck. The grip is gentle though, which is good since he'd just reminded you what you were actually supposed to be doing. Still, you give him a few slow sucks before pulling away, drawing a frustrated little sound from him. You press one last kiss to the tip of his cock before tapping his hip.

"This'll be easier if you turn over." He's quicker about it than you'd thought he'd be, rolling over onto his stomach without protest. The smooth lines of his back almost make your mouth water and for a moment all you want to do is kiss him again, every single inch, from the curve of his shoulder and down the dip of his spine. Instead, you grab his hips, gently directing him. "Up a little bit, sweetheart." For a moment you think that he might comment on your choice of words but in the end he doesn't, only hesitating for a second before getting on his hands and knees. Inwardly, you heave a sigh of relief. "For a minute I was worried you were going to make me say 'please'." Gliding a hand over his ass, you hum. "You're very pretty like this too, you know. How's that ego coming along?" That gets you a small huff and an eye roll in return.

"You don't have to," he licks his lips, then looks away. "It's not like I'll break if you don't, you could just-"

"I know." You press a quick kiss to one of his cheeks, giving the other one a squeeze. "Really want to, though. Think you can let me, just a little?" He's so tense that he's almost vibrating under your hands, but he lets you spread him open, shivering as your breath wafts over him. When you lap at him the sound he makes has you wishing all over again that you could see his face right now, but you only continue for a few moments more before pulling away, running a hand down his side. "Want me to keep going?"

"Yeah, that's…" he trails off, sighing as you lick at him again. Running the tip of your tongue around his rim has him letting out a low moan. For once there's no wisecracks, none of his little power plays, just the rustle of the sheets and him slowly relaxing into the intimate touch with hushed little noises you're pretty sure he doesn't mean to make. When you probe at his entrance with the tip of your tongue he swears quietly under his breath, back starting to arch as he leans into it with something that's almost a whine, and as you push in as far as you can, that 'almost' turns gossamer thin. The feeling of being the one that picks him apart for once is something that you can definitely see yourself becoming addicted to. Every little sound from his pretty mouth goes straight to your core, the heady feel of being the one doing that to him making you slick with want. By the time you press one last sloppy kiss to his asshole your jaw is getting sore, but seeing the mess you've made of him makes it worth it. He's trembling, cock dribbling pre-come, back tense and altogether too lovely.

"You…" he pants, almost sounding disappointed, "you're stopping?"

"Oh, so you liked that?" You mouth at his cheek before biting down on the soft flesh, just a little. "It was kind of hard to tell."

"Fuck you." The words are a bit too slow and shaky to be entirely convincing.

"Is that your way of saying you changed your mind?" You run a finger over his saliva-slick entrance, gently pressing against it. Rather than responding right away he presses back against you, but when that doesn't work to speed things along he hangs his head, his frustration palpable as he heaves a sigh.

"…No."

"Just checking." As you keep rubbing at him in soft little circles he shivers, and that's about as much of this as you can take. "Not to complain about the view, but can we move?" Planting a quick kiss at the small of his back, you gently press your fingertip against him, just teasing.

"You know the kid-glove treatment really isn't necessary, right?" Despite the huffy way he says it, he's not pulling away.

"I know." And you do know, but that doesn't mean you feel like skipping ahead either, not when he seems to be enjoying it, no matter how much he tries to pretend otherwise. "I just want to make sure you feel good, you deserve to. Besides, I'm enjoying the hell out of this." Bending back down you drop a kiss to his ass-cheek, sucking a bruise into the unmarked skin before poking the back of his thigh. "Now move, I want to play with you some more."

"Someone's bossy tonight." But he does move, stretching out on his back and giving you a salacious look as he spreads his legs. "This better?"

"A little. Still room for improvement, though." With that, you grab the discarded pillows at the end of the bed before tapping his side. "Up."

"See what I mean? Bossy." He lets you slide the pillows under his hips though, and while not perfect, it's an improvement as far as angles go. At least this way, you'll be able to see what you're doing. Ignoring his little quip, you kneel between his legs and lean forward, caging him in with your arms. It's not a position you're that used to being in, not this way around, but it's one you could definitely get used to.

"You good like this?"

"Will it make you get on with it faster if I say yes?" He shoots back with a lopsided grin, hooking his legs around your waist and grinding up against you.

"Pretty sure it wouldn't kill you to stow the attitude," you sigh, bending down to nuzzle the side of his neck, humming as you plant a few small kisses there. "Can you do that for me and maybe save the mouthing off for some other time?"

"And here I thought you liked my mou-" Before he can finish you bite down, hard enough to leave a bruise and make him let out a small laugh, legs dropping back down. "Alright, point fucking taken," he groans, the vibrations of his voice humming against your teeth. "I'll behave."

"Good." Dragging your tongue over the reddening skin, you give the spot one last hard suck before letting go and reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. You half expect him to start right up again, but he doesn't. Instead he simply watches as you slick your fingers up, eyes heavy-lidded and hands twitching restlessly at his side. As you circle his entrance he shivers again, legs spreading a bit wider apart.

"This okay?" You flick your eyes to his face as you sink a finger into him, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Not made of glass, doll," he murmurs as you gently thrust a few times, "don't have to be so damn careful." Rather than argue you add another finger, making him let out a small gasp. Despite his earlier protests, being thorough seems to have paid off because he's relaxed and pliant, taking the added digit easily. Pressing a third finger against him, you hesitate.

"A bit more?"

"Yeah," he quickly nods, brows knitting as he angles his hips up, "yeah, you can, it's fine…" Maybe it'd be better to slow down a bit, but then he's pushing against you, still so impatient. Stroking down his thigh with your free hand, you gently grab his hip as you slowly sink another finger into him, making him let out a quiet groan. There's a bit more resistance this time, but he doesn't tell you to stop. When you're finally pressed all the way inside you simply hold still, feeling the echo of his heartbeat around your fingers, faint and impossibly slow.

"God, I love touching you like this," you moan as you twist your fingers, dragging a choked little noise from him as you savor the way he feels wrapped around them, "you're so soft." Just watching the way they disappear into him has you aching, making your thighs go slick. Flexing a few times, you hook your fingers upwards slightly, his breath first stuttering and then becoming a drawn out moan when you find what you're looking for.

"Fuck," he groans, hands loosely gripping the sheets as his eyelids flutter shut, "do that again…" So you do, pressing upwards and sliding the pads of your fingers in massaging little circles, enjoying the way it makes his brows furrow and jaw go a bit slack.

"You're being so good for me right now." Giving his hip a little squeeze you rub your thumb over the line of his hip bone, "you're so lovely." And he is, the slow movement of your fingers making his cock twitch and leak, dragging breathy little sounds from his mouth with what feels like barely any effort at all. You wonder if this is what it must be like for him all the time, when he's the one making you unravel with just a touch. It's addictive and you half wish you could spend the rest of the evening just like this, with him wrapped around your fingers, letting you work him over until he's like putty in your hands, spent and messy.

"You gonna keep me waiting much longer?" It's still impatient, but it might have been a bit more convincing if he wasn't half moaning, the words coming out in uneven little fits and starts.

"Just a bit more, promise it won't be long." For a minute you consider trying to add another finger just to see if you can, but in the end you decide against it. "You really want it?" Still slowly thrusting right into the spot that keeps forcing those sweet noises out of him, you don't wait for a response before dipping your head down to lap at his half-hard cock, making him let out a low strangled sound. For a moment you're tempted to take him into your mouth properly, to bring him off like this and feel him spasm around your fingers as he fills your throat. It takes a fair bit of self control to keep from doing exactly that but you manage to pull yourself away, even though it almost hurts to do it. "Say yes, then."

"Fuck, yes." The response is a bit unsteady, but between patience starting to run low and your fingers thrusting into him, it's quick. For a moment you think about turning the tables, make him beg and say 'please' the way he likes to do to you, but in the end you dismiss the idea. It might be pressing your luck a step too far, you want to see this through properly, not piss him off.

"Alright," you drop a kiss to his belly, giving your fingers one last wiggle, "just give me a minute." As you withdraw, he lets his head fall back against the mattress with a low frustrated sound. It almost makes you feel a bit bad for making him wait for it, but only almost.

Assembling the harness and slipping it on is easy and if he has anything to say about your choice of dildo, he tactfully keeps it to himself. As you kneel between his legs again you can't keep from leaning in to give him a quick kiss but he doesn't seem to mind, responding eagerly as he pulls you down.

"You should…" He mumbles against your lips as your faux cock bumps against his real one.

"I will, just let me…" As you untangle yourself from his arms, he only reluctantly lets you go. Grabbing the lube again, you make sure to be as generous as possible as you slather the thick gel over the toy.

"There's easier ways of doing this, you know." It's more teasing than actual complaining on his part, though.

"Oh, I'm aware," you stroke his thigh, the soft hair there tickling your fingertips, "but I really want to look at your pretty face when I'm fucking you." The angle isn't quite right, so you grab the base of the dildo and push it down, dragging the tip of it over his entrance. "Just put your legs up for me and you can have it, love." For a moment you think he might not do it, but a gentle push is all it takes.

"This work?" This time, everything lines up much better. He's incredibly pretty like this, disheveled and spread out like a work of art, and for a moment the vulnerability of it almost makes you choke.

"It's perfect." Moving in closer, you grab hold of one of his raised legs and drop a kiss to the inside of one bent knee. "You're perfect." As you steady the toy with your hand and press against his opening he tenses up but it quickly passes, letting you start to push inside. It's slow, feeling like it's two steps forward and one step back, every movement making his breath hitch, but he doesn't tell you to stop. When his body finally yields and the head pops in, you almost moan right along with him. "You sound so damn good," you try to hold still, but it's not as easy as it perhaps should've been. "Not hurting you, am I?"

"No." Head falling back, he frowns, taking a few gasping breaths. "Shit, that's a lot."

"Too much?" Despite knowing how durable he is, you can't quite keep a note of worry out of your voice, "do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare." Reaching up, he grabs for any part of you he can, which in this position isn't a whole lot. In the end, he wraps his fingers around your forearm, keeping you from pulling away. "I'll be fine, just…go slow."

"I will, just try to relax for me." You tighten the grip on his legs, steadying him as you slowly push deeper at what feels like a fraction of an inch at a time. Every sound tumbling from his mouth sends a jolt of pleasure through you until you're almost drunk off it, the thought that you're the one making him do that. That he trusts you enough to let you. Despite the almost glacial pace he's still trembling, breath coming in almost frantic little gasps, the grip on your arm verging on vicelike. "Just breathe," you give his knee a reassuring squeeze, "I've got you, you're doing so, so well, just a bit more…" Even though it ends up sounding mostly like nonsense it does seem to help, his grip loosening and legs going a bit less tense. You don't know where to look as you push the rest of the way in, eyes flicking between his face and his opening as you slide home. When you're finally pressed against him all the way inside, he swears under his breath. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Nodding a bit shakily, he lets his hands fall down to grip the sheets again, "still a hell of a lot, but it's…" You watch the way his stomach tenses and hips twitch as he tries to grind up against the toy with a sigh, brows furrowing, "it's fucking good, though…"

"Let me know when I can move." For a minute you just watch him, trying to stay still and give him time to adjust. Running your hands over his calves, you can't keep from smiling at the way his toes curl when you roll your hips slightly, just barely nudging him.

"I think…" He wets his lips, hesitating for a second before slipping a hand down to lightly stroke himself, "you can move a little, just…"

"Slow, I know." It takes a few tries to find a rhythm, only partly because you don't want to rush. Mostly it's because it's hard to look away from him touching himself, even though he's only half-hard and just lazily stroking, not even trying to get off. You're not sure if he relaxes into it so easily because of something you do or if it's the brain kicking in, but it doesn't feel anywhere near as important as the sound he makes when you start thrusting into him with longer, fuller strokes. And you know that you should probably shut up, but you're not sure how. Not when he's making the sweetest noises at every roll of your hips, all whispered filth and breathless little moans, not when he's gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn pale. Certainly not when you've got his thighs tensing under your hands as he lets you fold him almost in half. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."

He's already looking half a mess, gasping for breath that you know he doesn't really need, and as you slow down for a few seconds to give your legs a rest, he reaches for you again. Rather than fight it you let him pull you down, crashing his lips into yours with a desperate sound that goes straight to your aching, neglected core. He's holding on so tightly that it's difficult to move, his cock hard and leaking, rubbing against your belly as you rock into him. Something about the way he clings to you makes your heart swell until it feels as if it might crack your ribs and you know that it's stupid, but maybe it's alright, maybe you can say it just this once. It'll just be part of whatever this is and it'll be fine and-

"I love you." It's quiet, almost getting lost in the sound of your bodies sliding against each other, but you know he's heard it because for a second he tenses up, looking almost pained.

"You really fucking shouldn't." He's so quick with it even though his voice breaks and with the way his face contorts and eyes flutter shut, you know you've probably messed up, possibly badly. It's not enough to make you stop though because he's still holding onto you in any way that he can, not pushing you away.

"I know," you try to keep your voice steady, though it's not entirely successful, "I know, but let me anyway." Panting, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands fumbling at you as he bites down, making you flinch at the dull press of his teeth. It's more from surprise than pain but you can tell that it's going to bruise as he sucks at you, seemingly determined to leave a mark. As his shoulders hitch you're not sure what to do except softly pet his hair as you rock against him, letting him muffle his stuttering little moans against your skin. "Won't you please look at me?" When he doesn't respond, you go still. "Do you need me to stop?" That gets a reaction, making him reluctantly let you go, and for a second you're sure that you've ruined it.

"No, don't." It's a bit ragged around the edges and he quickly hooks a leg around your back to keep you from pulling away. "Don't stop." He doesn't quite look at you as you straighten back up, though. Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?

"Still good, then?" Your hand moves almost on its own and before you can stop you're reaching down and stroking his cheek, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. When he leans into it with a soft sound it feels as if your heart might crumple like tissue-paper in your chest.

"Yeah, still good." His tone is flippant as he digs his heel into the small of your back to give you a little push but even though he quickly blinks and looks away, you can see that his eyes are a bit too bright. "Would be better if you moved, though."

It's surprisingly easy to fall back into it and find the rhythm again, and even though you're still not going very fast or even that hard, it doesn't take very long to have him trembling underneath you. You can't even bring yourself to feel offended that he's laying back and letting you do all the work even as your legs are starting to burn from the effort, not when every thrust has the most delicious noises spilling from his pretty mouth, making your cunt reflexively clench around nothing. It's like a perfectly lovely form of torture, to only be able to watch and listen to him slowly fall apart without any relief of your own. A slight change of angle has him almost melting into the mattress, legs quivering and drooping until you end up supporting most of their weight yourself, but you can't find it in you to mind. It's not like they're heavy and he looks so perfect like this, awash with pleasure.

"Like that, keep going…" There's an edge of urgency to his voice as his eyes slide shut, brow furrowing in concentration. "Don't fucking stop…" And you try, you do, watching the way he twists the sheets in his hands, desperation etched into every line of his body as he tenses up, then falls back down with a frustrated noise, mouth falling open as he pants. "Felt like I was going to fucking come, fuck," his voice is reedy with it as he almost squirms.

"I want you to," you rub a hand down the back of his thigh, watching the toy as you thrust more shallowly into him, teasing his entrance and making him nearly whimper as you almost pull out. "Tell me what you need." Leaning on his chest you can feel the thrum of his heart beating, so strong and fast under your hand that he almost seems alive. "Whatever you want, let me help you."

"You…" He takes a few frantic breaths, and you're not sure if he's hesitating or just doesn't want it anymore, but then he's pushing at you again, poking his heel into your back. In any other situation it would be hilarious that you've managed to mostly shut him up for once, but right now it seems almost cute. "Just…do that again." Before you can respond he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up.

"This what you want?" As you trace the curve of his Adam's apple he nods and then swallows, and for a second you're tempted to hold it between your teeth like some sort of wild animal. Or possibly peel it and take a bite, you're not sure. You can't wrap your fingers around his neck properly so instead you simply cradle it in your hand, gently pressing down. Bracing yourself against one of his legs you do your best to replicate what you'd been doing before, every noise he makes vibrating against your palm. This time he doesn't leave it all to you though, quickly sliding a hand down to touch himself. Despite the lightness of his touch, every stroke pulls a desperate little noise from his throat as he's trapped between the thrusting of the toy and his own hand.

"Is that good, sweetheart?" He can't really talk and barely even nod as you push down on his neck, but the noise he makes certainly sounds like it is. Ignoring the burning in your thighs you try to keep the pace steady, watching the almost pained expression on his face and the way his jaw goes slack as he chases it. You can tell that he's getting close, his breath coming in unsteady bursts, catching and faltering as the pleasure ratchets higher until he's pressed right up against the edge, leaky and throbbing. "You're so pretty like this, just let go for me, I promise it'll be so, so good…"

When he comes it's with a sound that's nothing short of obscene. It has your cunt twitching in sympathy as his release spills from him in thick spurts, making you moan right along with him. It's messy, painting his stomach and spattering up his chest, some of it hitting your forearm. You do your best to fuck him through it, not stopping until he's spent, letting go of his flagging cock and collapsing bonelessly into the rumpled sheets with a contented little whimper, shivering from the aftershocks. For a minute you just watch him come down, giving him a moment before the less fun part.

"Need you to relax for a bit," you press a kiss to one wobbly leg before easing them down, watching the uneven rise and fall of his chest. He only hums in response so you do your best to be gentle but the blissed out expression on his face barely flickers as you withdraw, quickly pulling the harness off and discarding it over the side of the bed. Turning back you can't quite keep a giggle from escaping, because with the way he's spreading out, you'd almost think that it's his bed and not yours. "Is there room for two?" As you stroke down his side he flops onto his side, letting you move the pillows away. At first you simply stretch out next to him but after a moment's hesitation you turn over, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You alright?"

"You didn't have to do that." That's not really what you asked, but you don't have the energy to argue. But then, it doesn't really sound like he does, either.

"I wanted to." You drop a quick kiss to his shoulder, tightening your grip around his waist. "Did you come good and hard for me, sweetheart?"

"What do you think?" He sounds exhausted and completely fucked out, the words going fuzzy around the edges with it, making almost you glow with pride.

"I don't know," you drag your fingers through the mess on his stomach, "I think I might do better next time."

"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?"

"Funny, that doesn't sound like a 'no' to me." You nuzzle the back of his neck, the damp curls tickling your nose as you pull his scent deep into your lungs, "Care to give that another try?"

"…No."

[feelingsstorm]

Well, I never thought I would write something like this again on this blog, and there will be many who are not interested or care about this, but I write it for my conscience.

I opened this account many many years ago, in another life it seems, when I was very young, innocent, and broken, probably if you go down far enough you will find old posts of mine, despite having deleted several, it was a blog that I did not use much, more than anything I used it to vent and feel accompanied in my depression.

Nowadays, despite having worked hard on myself, some days are very difficult anyway, I turned my content to something "more sexual" because in some way it helps me, and it always has, even in my worst moments, I resorted to porn and masturbating to help me, it may not make much sense to some, but it does to me.

That being said, I am a grown woman today, doing the best I can, bad days and all, I try to put all the will I have into it to go forward. For starters, at least I don't hate myself constantly anymore, I've learned to love myself in spirit and in the way I look, and I work really hard for that, I'm a real person. Having gone through such a bad time in my life, I never judged or treated someone badly for their physique and I plan to not start now, if I'm not interested or attracted to them I let it go and that's it, so in that sense, I don't understand the need to comment negatively about me 😒.

I am aware of how I look, I have a mirror in my house, I'm not a model or the stereotype of a woman or a porn actress, I'm real, and I'm a great woman. And it's not an ego thing, I know how to fuck, I know how to please and I know how to make people feel good in sex, that's real and better than any false promise made online. So I'm not going to allow some random guy to come and downgrade me just because he doesn't see what he wants on my blog. Clearly, I can't upload porn videos because they'll close my account and also, why would I do it for free? I've never charged for any of this, I've done it because I like it, but believe it or not, I don't live to please others, I please myself, I'm the only one who counts, you guys have a ton of free content of all kinds at your fingertips but the problem is me? That I don't show enough? Get a life...

Finally I add, despite what I publish do not forget that behind all the facade this is what there is, it's a person, I don't appreciate bad comments or childishness from anyone, I like to talk about life as well as sexual things but always with respect, clearly I am not glued to the phone 24/7 because I have a life outside of this, I answer when I can and sometimes I don't succeed in being the sexy woman, because I'm simply tired.

I also understand that everything here is temporary, we all look to escape for a while and share a few things to pass the time, but it doesn't mean we can't talk and share for more than 5 minutes. I'm not a porn page nor do I live at your disposal, I don't send photos, because I do not want to do it for you, if I do it has to be because I wanted to, period.

[divijohm]

Reader babysitting the child pastas

(Sally, Lazari, Cassiel the child demon and Lily Kenneth)

A/N: ANON I'M SORRY I GOT SO EXITED TO WRITE MY FIRST REQUEST THAT I POST WITHOUT FINISHING AND DELETED OUT OF PURE PANIC AND IMPULSE I'M SO SO SORRY. AHEM, Anyway I hope this is good enough :3 it's the first time I've heard of Cassiel, Lily Kenneth and Lazari so I did some research on them and I hope you like it

🍼 For starters, you do this often. I headcanon that if someone more "common" went to the slender mansion it would be to the sole purpose of maintenance (cooking, cleaning, babysitting etc) so the kids are used to be with you by now

🍼 TEA PARTYS!! Y'all LOVE to do tea partys. You'll help the kids rampage the kitchen in the search of sweets, juice and any other tasty food. And sometimes you'll even bake cookies

🍼 if you are male/masculine presenting Sally will take a lot of time to get used to you and trust you. Although if you're female/feminine presenting she'll trust you much more easily.

🍼 Lazari got attached to you pretty quickly, she loves spending time with you coloring and you're an older sibling to her. Due to the circumstances you'll help her get ~food~ from time to time

🍼 When you're feeling a bit more lazy to babysit, you gather them all in your room and y'all watch lots of movies in your bed, popcorn and other snacks included. This usually ends up with all of them asleep on top of you

🍼 I hc that all of the girls are between the ages of 6 and 9 so is pretty easy to make them get along but when they don't you do your best to entertain them separately, it's hard but rewarding

🍼 When enough trust is gained, you'll be part of their bed routines. You know, helping them out on choosing and putting pijamas, making sure they brush their teeth, tucking them in bed etc. You like this peaceful moment of staying by their side while their slowly fall asleep

🍼 THEATER SHOWS! Sally and Lily and particular LOVE throwing shows for you guys to watch, sometimes other pastas like LJ, Slender, Toby and EJ will join the public but normally it's just you and the child that didn't want to participate in the show

🍼 Because Lily likes to make dolls, you ended up teaching the other kids to sew some things too, now all the dolls will have a fashion show by the end of the month

🍼 You help homeschool them along with Ej

🍼 The four of them share a room and one time you helped them put glow in the dark stars in the ceiling of the room, now when it's raining and you can't go outside, you'll just close the room, turn off the lights and watch the ceiling stars :3

🍼 Picnics are a BIG thing for this girls, after a stressful day or if they behaved really well through the week you'll gather some stuff and make a cute picnic in the forest. They love it

🍼 TREEHOUSE???? TREEHOUSE!!!!! You ((with the help of Masky and Hoodie)) build the girls a treehouse near the mansion and it's HUGE, you made sure that it have electricity, 4 swings near the stairs, keys that the girls (and you ofc) could keep with them to lock the house, mattresses so they could trow a slumber party, a small chest to put toys and a small wardrobe so the mattresses and stuff could be stored so it doesn't get dust. Basically any children dream treehouse. Of course the girls helped build it too, landing itens to you and painting the house. Is a dream :)

🍼Despite everything, they are children and they do deserve a somewhat normal childhood and you'll do your best to ensure that they have that, creating fun memories and making sure they have someone who they can REALLY trust and look up as a parent of sorts

[ladyohdeath]

so much care and love went into the designs of the costumes. and as many posts as i make about this i want to make a new one now about her crown, which as i said in my carrd in a recent update, she'll now have in every thread going forward unless she's hiding herself as a human on purpose.

and god, i just love this crown so much. i'm not as big of a history nerd as i want to be, so some of this dialogue is inspired by a tumblr post linked here to sort of talk about it. but seriously, one of the coolest costume designs marvel has done in a while.

if you think about it, really, the crown (as well as her whole character design) is as old as the universe itself. older than time as we know it. i used to compare it to tree roots, but i see now that that it's far more complex than that.

for starters, obviously we see that the crown is a series of shades that shows as black in some lights, green in others, but for the most part reflective of both. it's meant to reflect her two primary colours, and the cycle of life and death. i also very much headcanon that in certain lights it's almost invisible, in certain realms and places of existence it's dark as night. it very much matches her standard lady death outfit which has a similar vibe, with a design meant to feel old, connected to the earth, and in some aspects resembling tree roots, the circle of life, all of it intertwining in a specific pattern.

obviously in my last post i just talked about death being omnipresent, and i think that the crown is just as omnipresent, in being that it looks different from any angle, the same in every dimension. never changing, as death is always the same everywhere. i also really like the way that they designed the look to reflect early religious symbols, just another factor about it that makes it feel ancient.

the post says this, which i thought was super interesting:

It's a chitinous construct of thorns and spines flaring up like vertebrae when viewed from the side, rising out of her head (the spine is a symbol of Osiris, which feels relevant here, but also the crown of thorns on Christ's head) in a way that feels organic, yet eerie. The deep green shimmer on it, like the carapace of a scarab, and coming forward over her face like a pair of pincers or antennae, grasping over her skull as a set of hungry claws; but when you see it from above, it's like the jawbone of something with many, many teeth.

i really think this is meant to show the many sides of death, the good and the bad. when you look death head on, it resembles jaws, as though it's coming down at you from above. when you look to the side, it's shaped on a slope, with jagged sharp edges. it almost looks like a shark. but from the side angle it almost looks like waves, jagged and hard but flowing into a pattern. and all of it comes together at the top, every piece of it is very specifically designed, and i think that's the purpose of it.

there's more nuance here that i've yet to figure out myself, but i think that's part of the intent, as well as the obvious intent which is that it's meant to reflect early religious symbols like the crown on jesus's head. which is a super cool fucking detail i might add. when you look at it from the side or from the lower angle of the kiss you can see that it's not even really touching her head. like it's just always there.

you all also know i'm obsessed with vegetation, and the circle of life that rio really reflects in the leaves and flowers she trails behind her sometimes, especially when taking a body. i like to think that the crown operates in a similar fashion, and is ever-shifting, just the slightest bit. and if you look at it head on, and stare for long enough, you might see it shifting, growing very slowly then shortening again, not unlike, again, the roots of a tree. that's just my personal headcanon, though, and not something i observe when watching or looking at pics.

for the more technical side of it, while death can make the crown disappear at will, it is always there. it's very much a part of her, and doesn't move from her head. it's as unavoidable as death itself. it's also got a strange texture to it, the jagged edges sharp but smooth at the same time. i also headcanon that it's similar to obsidian, sort of a mythical version of it, not unlike the material of the black heart of her suit.

so yeah, that's it for now. i'll update this if the costume designer drops a pic of the back. long story short, i love the crown.

[silvernyxchariot]

I think I'm on my way out of the Genshin hyperfixation... But before I go... Looks like that ⬅️ was a lie. Shameless insert of my recent Wriothesley one-shot

Kaveh with a Pokémon team

I focused on Ground type Pokémon because I vaguely remember this comment on either HoyoLab or TikTok mention that "Kaveh could have been a Geo type character." It was in a comment section about WHY people get a Vision and their meanings behind the element. The comment section pointed out that Kaveh could have had a Geo Vision because of his dedication and hard work in fullfilling his ideals, whereas Dendro is for those who perpetually pursue knowledge and understanding of the world around them. But Celestia said, "Dendro for this sad bitch."/j

In terms of Pokémon, I thought, "Why not both?¿" But with a focus on Ground type to emphasize his occupation as an architect. So, I gave him

Rhydon, a drill Pokémon that also is sturdy enough to carry materials around. Excadrill was supposed to be included, but Kaveh's funds didn't have room for another Pokémon. 😔 Rhydon took up most of the Mora. (Mora in the Trainer Card is 3 USD roughly converted into CHN yuan.)

Torterra and Meganium lean into the gardening aspect of Kaveh's work. Meganium's Pokédex entry says it can bring plant back to life by just breathing on it. Although Kaveh is a famous architect, he does know how to ask for help im areas he is less knowledgeable in, as mentioned in Al Haitham's voice-over for Tighnari. Wherein, it was mentioned Kaveh asked Tighnari for help on choosing the flowers he should add to the garden of Palace of Alcazarzaray.

And Claydol kind of because it reminded me of Mehrak. You know that machine Kaveh built that everyone seems to forget about... She's always included in his attack animations. It's a dual Ground/Psychic type, which could also help Kaveh in his work. The way Mehrak does, but Claydol could also use its psychic abilities to protect Kaveh's work-in-progress buildings from the elements.

Ngl, I feel like adding a Fairy type would play right into the ✨️gay✨️. But, of course, there's more to Kaveh than his relationship to Al Haitham, so I decided against it.

And why did no one, when I posted the draft to my Insta story, tell me my dumb of ass misspelled "Started" and put "Startered?¿" 😭

I'm friendly. Sometimes.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

What Disney princess or non Disney couples do Radioapple and RadioStatic remind you of.

For me

RadioStatic bottom Vox is Ariel x Eric, or Christine x Raoul

RadioStatic bottom Alastor is Rapunzel x Eugene, Anastasia x Dimitri

Radioapple bottom Lucifer is Snow White x Florian, Odette x Derer

And Radioapple Bottom Alastor is Tiana x Naveen, Megara x Hercules

But what about you ps sorry for rambling

PLS DONT APOLOGIZE

I was reading and ended up having those moments when you hear something really cute and fluffy about a ship that you're on the fence about or whatever and it's one of those moments that really solidifies your secret love for em.

I'm saying I was like this:

You're thoughts for radioapple got me so good, good job 😩✨

For starters though! (Prompts Below!)

Radiostatic: Bottom Vox x Top Alastor

Ariel and Eric for bottom Vox x Alastor is so cute. Like hold on lemme post gifs too but listen to this bruh, like Vox is definitely the one to run off every so often and BAM...what's this creature that walks on...sticks?? Twigs?? Like BROO IM FINNA DRAW THIS LISTEN TO ME

anyway Vox is curious and of course he's told not to go, I'm thinking maybe instead of the family scenario in the little mermaid, Valentino could be like Ariel's father. Like he's always telling Vox about those humans and stuff, to stay away and all that even though Vox feels such a pull.

He goes anyway. "It'll just be for a moment... No one will even notice!" And then he goes out there, builds this thing where watching Alastor go on about his day to day is a lot more interesting then the ocean all of the sudden.

Bro would literally freak out when it comes down to Alastor actually catching him in the act. Like imagine them freezing for a moment and just looking at each other before Vox seems to realize he's been caught and immediately ducks back down into the ocean just so he can fathom it.

"H-He saw me! Holy shit he actually saw me this time!"

"The people", being Alastor. Vox finds that he desperately wants to be so much closer to Alastor and interestingly enough, the feeling is mutual.

Like come on, Alastor saw a mermaid! How could he not want to investigate further?

I'm also thinking something like imagine Alastor having internal moments of like he's feeling like something is missing and just for a splint moment, just as he lets his guard down, he lifts his head with a little smile and casts his eyes up, perking when he's met with another pair of eyes.

Lol, active representation of Vox when their eyes connect before he ducks under the waves below!

BRUH NAH THIS IDEA IS TOO GOOD I MUST DRAW 😭

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Anyway~

Radiostatic: Bottom Alastor x Top Vox

I LOVE the repunzal x Eugene idea too since I know those two better but yo immediately thinking of this scene.

Alastor would be so spooked to find Vox there that this is TOO him 😭😭😭😂 he definitely wasn't playing with Vox at first and then considering Alastor's a deer it's also giving those videos of deers jumping extra hard at something when it spooks them. Immediately on guard.

Thing is, Vox is quite charming, like more so than Alastor would have ever initially thought.

Vox definitely finds himself looking at Alastor like this often after they get along a bit more. Like he's always been able to run around and be 'free', a commitment issue with saying in one place for too long surely, but Alastor's always been...locked up, hidden away and hardly ever exploring the world around them. Vox finds that while their adventures together are CRAZY he really likes that light in Alastor that Alastor has never been given the chance to show others before.

Alastor has always had to be something so much smaller than what he really is and Vox sees it when they run into each other and he doesn't necessarily mean to but he manages to be up for pulling that side out of Alastor.

Imagine Vox being so lovesick while Alastor is still understanding it, like he's patient but he's always there if Alastor actually needs him, always willing to rush to his aid and keep him safe because after everything Alastor has been through Vox is willing to be the peace he deserves. It's all for Alastor in his head though later Vox really comes to the understanding that it is in fact for himself as well because in reality...all he's ever wanted was someone to love who loved him too.

Radioapple: Bottom Lucifer x Top Alastor

Snow White and Florian! I'm telling you you are brilliant.

For one work with me here because Snow White is an older movie so I'm recounting right now and hopefully accurately but Snow White lived on her own with the animals and such before right?? If that's the cause when Lucifer went about his life he did so simply, doing what he loves. Like it's giving that he is a hopeless romantic here, like imagine when he's outside watching the animals be together and find mates he smiles because of course he wishes he could have something like that. A partner and one who adores him.

In the case from earlier where Vox is a lover boy Lucifer here is too but like I said, hopeless romantic. Where basically he continues to wait, wait, and wait even if doing so gets him down from time to time.

Maybe one day someone will come, maybe someday someone will find him and in moments like that he sings because it feels right. What else would he do anyway?

I see a scene in my head that I wanna draw and basically Lucifer is outside, probably sitting in a patch of grass, bonus points if it's flowers and he sings as the sun shines down on him. Animals would start approaching and Alastor would hear it in a distance, hunting though ..he has to know who's singing. He'll follow the singing, careful just as he would be with an animal just in case he spooks whoever it is and then he'll find him. He'll see Lucifer and just stop for a moment as he listens.

Alastor would definitely take a radio with him when he was outside every once in a while just to do so but imagine his face hearing Lucifer sing. He's starting to worry he may never be able to listen to the radio again without thinking of the mystery man who loves the animals.

It probably leaves him thinking a lot. He must leave him be.. no, no. He must talk to him! Alastor probably would be conflicted on whether he wants to get closer or pull away and act like he never heard anything to begin with.

Imagine he does decide to leave at first but he just keeps coming back later like he can't help but find this beautiful man who sings in the woods every time Alastor goes. Definitely would be a really good slow burn honestly but they definitely would find each other later and Alastor is so careful with Lucifer, easy with him and as they grow together it just feels right.

Radioapple: Bottom Alastor x Top Lucifer

I'm finna eat this up so good. Both Meg x Hercules and Tiana x Naveen are amazing ships for how I think this dynamic between them would go.

Lucifer is so witty and charming so moments like when Naveen was walking out playing his little guitar and stopped for a moment to like wink or whatever at Tiana and the moment when Hercules was at the waterhole and smitten but Meg and the two scenes that jump to mind thinking of Lucifer x Alastor here.

Like Lucifer probably shows more of his fun loving nature here, like he works for himself but he's really just chilling, not particular goal in mind though he does have dreams and ambitions. Pfft frog Lucifer x Frog Alastor needs to be drawn or something because the back and forth that Tiana and Naveen had was top tier Radioapple 😩😭

YOOO THIS IS SO YHEM IDC IDC

Like I always thought that in the movie even before they turned to frogs, that it was interesting that Naveen and Tiana had that moment. It was giving accidentally soulmates or something along those lines because in the cause of radioapple, Lucifer probably seen Alastor at that moment and thought he was cute so tipped his hat and grinned and Alastor rolls his eyes and it's just that. Lucifer doesn't push for anything more and then BAM they run into each other again later and have to deal with each other.

Lol and we saw in Princess in the frog later how when they were frogs Naveen and Tiana had their disputes and such when trying to turn back human and Alastor and Lucifer would literally be the very same way 😂

Same in the concept of them being like Hercules and Meg. With both ships Lucifer is the witty charming love interest and Alastor is the hardworking other who isn't necessarily searching for love but it finds him anyway.

Like they definitely have their moments of arguing but they work so well together when they actually choose to do so and Alastor finds himself being more and more drawn in by Lucifer's presence as they spend time together.

Really it's Alastor having to trust Lucifer and Lucifer having to prove that he's trustworthy but once Alastor lets him in everything else seems to be history.

Imma leave it here for now but I hope y'all like the read! Ask box is open and I'm still healing so commissions are always welcome.

Drawing requests are 4/5 if I believe so RN and I'll post Wips of current art later ^^

[clefaiiiry]

Join me as I try to figure out where the FUCK Sett's arena is

Since Riot haven't even given a name for Sett's mother's tribe, you know damn well they're not going to make this easy.

But anyway, long ramble under the cut;

For starters, we know it's in a city called Qayanvi. We know this via voicelines and flavour text in Legends of Runeterra.

Legends of Runeterra Voicelines from Sett

So what do we know about Qayanvi and, more importantly, where is it?

Title Menu Splash art for Legends of Runeterra shortly after the Glory in Navori expansion dropped.

This art for the title menu on LoR shows Jack presumably before crashing Sett's arena as shown in their card arts. While is is not confirmed outright, it's pretty safe to assume. But since we know what the interior looks like via multiple card arts, we don't even have to assume.

Sett and Jack's Level 1 Card Arts from LoR

Qayanvi must have been a region that Noxus controlled - or at least had influence in - during the First Invasion, and Sett wouldn't move since he wants to stay close to his mother. This is a little harder to figure out since the interactive map on universe only shows the areas currently occupied by Noxus during the Second Invasion.

First image; Red highlights show areas occupied by Noxus. Second image shows place names.

Some of the architecture also seems to have heavy Noxian influence, with this large brutalist grey stone courtyard. We can also see in other card arts that this Noxian style of architecture is present in other locations in Ionia.

Lord Broadmane Card Art from LoR. I don't think this is Qayanvi since the Ionian buildings in the background have blue roofs rather than red ones, but it shows how the Noxian structures coexist alongside the Ionian ones across the previously occupied regions.

We also know that Qayanvi is on the coast since we can see the harbour in the background here.

It also would have been reasonable to assume Qayanvi was a coastal city even without this confirmation since trade is so important for such a crime ridden city. Sett's arena is operating out in the open and everyone knows what sort of dirty business a crime boss like that gets into. Having direct trade links with Noxus and Piltover / Zaun just makes the who operation so much easier.

Navori as a region is described as having 'notable' criminal influence and is quite unstable due to it's previous occupation.

Card Art for The Witness. I'm not as confident about this one being Qayanvi, but the sea wall looks to be similar and the buildings in the background also appear to have a similar shape / red roofs.

Biome map used during development of the Interactive Runeterra map. Link attached to image.

The coastal area that I would have assumed Qayanvi to be in is shown to be a steppe / prairie. It's hard to judge in the images we have, but this looks somewhat consistent.

So we're looking for a coastal area in Navori, not necessarily still in Noxian controlled space, but close enough to continue trade.

Location of Ionian Capital taken from the Wiki; unable to find a source. The city is officially referred to as Ionia City, and is where the Ionian Council meet for various discussions / debates.

With all this in mind, I'm gonna take a stab and estimate that Qayanvi is somewhere within this red line;

Areas in black I think are highly unlikely, areas in yellow are potential but I'm not as confident. The large area south of Ionia City and west of Weh'le I believe(?) is the area attacked by Singed's chemical weapons and therefore are too barren to sustain a city like Qayanvi.

I'm not totally happy with my guess and I'd love to see other people take a swing, but this is the closest I would be happy to guess with the information I can find.

If you made it to the end of this post, thank you for reading and I hope this was interesting!

[halojalex]

Lets hear that essay

oh man i kind of wasn’t expecting to get any replies to this LMAO bUt here we go. strap urselves in this is gonna be a long one

i won’t share the whole document i wrote bc it’s really long and i go off on a lot of tangents but here’s the general idea

for starters, i believe g&c is absolutely about jalex. we already know it's about a gay couple, so with this in mind, alex telling jack that it's about him is enough to at least consider what that means. granted, i know many believe that he was joking, but i've always thought his tone and general demeanour seemed far too sincere for him to be joking; we've seen how alex acts when he jokes around with jack, and this was different.

furthermore, it's also worth pointing out that jack and alex specifically wrote this one song on their own in a cabin (?) away from everyone else; i know this may not seem important on its own, but it's always worth keeping in mind. ie why would two friends go off to write a song about a queer relationship on their own?

adding onto this, there was that interview with kerrang where alex talked about wake up sunshine as a whole and how it’s about discovering yourself and coming to terms with who you are (i’m paraphrasing but that’s the general idea), so to have a song about a gay couple on an album that’s all about alex discovering who he is seems to me like he wrote it from personal experience.

secondly, i feel like it's important to note that, while jack and alex have always been closer than the average friendship, always bordering on acting like a couple, this closeness was especially apparent during the time that alex was separated from lisa and was living with/near jack. people have commented before on how 'dependent' they were on each other back then, so it's clear that the bond between them was especially strong at that time. of course, i'm sure many will say that it could've been bc alex needed jack's support/bc he was living close by so spent more time with him/whatever, however i feel like there's more to it than that, given all the other reasons. i think they were more than friends.

i'd also like to bring people's attention to one particular incident - that photo of them spooning on a beach. frankly, i've always been a little surprised that so many people have skipped over this without blinking, bc that photo to me has always seemed so intimate and domestic, i find it really hard to believe that many friends would casually sit like that.

and of course how can i forget to mention alex's bday post for jack in 2021? that caption haunts me. "what's there to say that isn't already tremendously obvious? you're a bright light in this weird world my dude. love you times a million" how does that not scream a bday post for a partner? "love you times a million"??? bye they ruin me. all of it just seems so,,, romantic?? idk but i feel like if my closest friend wrote something like that about me i'd find it just a little too much. but maybe that's just me. but also i've seen/heard people say that that caption sounded a lot like something they would write/have written for their partner so,,,,,,, make of that what you will.

ofc honourable mention of the time they went to a gay bar together and karaoke. i realise it’s only from word of mouth that we know that it was a gay bar, but it seems a well-enough-known fact that i feel like i should include it.

i’m sure there’s more i could say, it’s just hard to keep track of everything, especially without making this ten pages long. but another thing i believe is that jack has always had feelings for alex, long before they ever got together. granted, that on its own doesn’t necessarily mean that he and alex dated, however it’s important to note. one thing that sticks out to me with regard to this is how andie once made a post commenting on how jack never looked at her the way he looked at alex. this is interesting to me bc it just seemed like she was implying that she was competing with alex in a way. maybe it’s just me, but i can’t really see that post any other way than that tbh. i mean why else would she have said it? if jack didn’t have feelings for alex, then why would it matter how he looked at him?

furthermore the fact that jack wasn’t alex’s best man at his wedding fr keeps me up at night (i mean not literally but u get the idea). like everyone knows how close they are, alex has literally called jack his “best friend in the whole world” (brb while i cry over that), so why wouldn’t he choose jack, his closest friend, to be his best man at his wedding? i always feel like he did that intentionally to spare jack’s feelings. as if he’s always known that jack has feelings for him, and as such he knew he couldn’t put jack through that, as presumably the best man would have had to give a speech etc. just something else i think about a lot.

anyway, all of this was probably very confused, i hope it makes sense as i have a tendency to waffle sksjsksj but yeah, this is my general idea! lmk if anything doesn’t make sense djskdjsk

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Some very late Ghost Halloween One Shots

(A/N: Hey there guys, gals, and non-binary pals! For starters, these are all going to be short, these are all going to be fluff, they're all going to be GN! Reader, let me know what I should call big posts like these with everyone. Secondly, Terzo isn't included in this because he's going to have his own separate fic that I plan on having up later tonight! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!)

Primo:

You looked over your costume in the mirror, an absolutely elated expression on your face. "I can't wait to show Papa." You say out loud to yourself. You knew Primo didn't really celebrate Halloween, but he was always more than supportive of you showing off your costume to him. You couldn't help but let out a little squeal when you heard the door to your and Primo's quarters opening, knowing it was time for him to come back from his office.

"Sweetheart, I thought you'd be waiting to show off your costume, where are you?" You walk into the main room and pose for him. "My darling, you look absolutely wonderful!" He looks you over, marveling at every detail of your costume, making you giggle at his attentiveness. "You did a wonderful job on your costume." He pulls you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "You're going out with the Ghouls tonight, yes?" You nod, he holds you gently by the shoulders, keeping you just far enough to make eye contact with you. "Have fun and be safe my darling, I'll try to be up when you get home." He smiles warmly at you.

"Primo, mi amore, why don't you come with me tonight, just for an hour or two." You'd always ask Primo if he would like to join you when you went out. Typically, after a long hard day, he would be too tired and 'wouldn't want to hold you back', so he never comes. But, for once, he looked like he was actually considering it. "Please Primo, I'll miss you if you stay home." You put on your most convincing pout.

"For you my darling absolutely," he looks at you excitedly, "my Papal Paint can even pass as my costume." You laugh and hold onto his arm, the two of you heading out to meet the Ghouls. "I love you honey."

"I love you more." You say with a sly smile.

"I love you most." He kisses your cheek, earning another small laugh from you. You absolutely adored the Halloween you got to spend with your Papa.

Secundo:

Every Halloween with Secundo was always a party, both literally and figuratively. Secundo was always placed in charge of the Abbey's Halloween party. If anyone was going to be able to get strippers, drugs, and alcohol it would be him. So, there you sat, in the middle of an absolute rager, sitting comfortably in Secundo's lap. "I think I'm going to hand the party planning over to Terzo next year."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You tried to speak as clearly as possible over the loud music without absolutely screaming in his ear. "Papa, why don't we take this somewhere a little quieter." You say as you realize just how impossible it would be to have a conversation like this. You made your way to the one place hopefully no one was making out, hooking up, or doing drugs, Secundo's office. "You love planning your parties, why are you giving them up?"

"I... I just think I'd like to have a more domestic Halloween next year... with you." He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap once more. "Next year I want the two of us to carve Pumpkins, to go apple picking, hand candy out to the trick or treaters."

You kiss his nose, "I think that sounds wonderful, hun. We can stay home and pretend to be an old married couple." He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Maybe we'll be married by then so we won't have to pretend." You exchange a short sweet kiss.

"Would you like to enjoy the rest of your last Halloween party my love?"

"Only if you'll be by my side darling."

Copia:

Since Copia was the active Papa this Halloween season you had been tasked with passing out candy to the children that visited the Abbey. You hummed contently as you packed up small goodie bags to fill up your bowl with. You couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist. He places a gentle kiss against your neck, "How can I help my love?" You hum, turning to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Did you finish putting up the outside decorations?" You can't help but laugh as he spins you around and pulls you to him, dancing you around the kitchen.

"Yes my darling, everything's put up, the lights are on, the skeletons and the jack o lanterns are out." You smile and sway with him, you always loved dancing with him. "You need help with the goodie bags, and then we just need to put our costumes on." You let out a happy sigh, holding him close.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He chuckles, holding you tightly.

"You remind me every single day my darling, I love you." He smiles, allowing the two of you to finish up the goodie bags for the trick or treaters. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Copia hand out the bags to the children, he had such a way with kids, they all loved him. He stood and turned to look at you, a playful grin on his lips. "Now what is that look for?" He pulls you into his arms, leading you back inside.

"You're just such an amazing Papa." He smiles, kissing you on the forehead. You couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Sodo:

You pressed your back up against the heavy wooden door after you had made your way outside, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. The garden was silent aside from the muffled music blasting inside the Abbey A chill clung to your sweat dampened skin as you made your way further from the building, eventually finding yourself sitting on one of the many low walls around the flowerbeds. You had started your night with relatively high hopes, most of it thanks to you pre gaming with your friends. You were finally going to confess your feelings for Sodo tonight. You walked into the party with your head held high, your friends at your side. It was pretty easy to spot Sodo, he was almost always with Aether which made it pretty easy to find the two of them in a crowd. You managed to fight your way through the dance floor to get over to them. Sodo's eyes raked over your frame momentarily. "(Y/N)..." he starts, "you look stunning." His bright eyes locked with yours, every word in your vocabulary suddenly leaving your body. You stood frozen, searching for something, anything to say to him.

"I just wanted to say hi." You blurt out suddenly. "I was actually just about to step outside... take a break." You laugh nervously.

"What? You just got here!" He shouts over the music. "Why don't you stay and dance?"

"I'll come find you later." Without giving him time to respond, knowing he would somehow convince you to stay, you pushed through the crowd until you reached where you were sitting now.

"Hey," You jumped slightly at the sudden voice. Eyes darting up to find Sodo, tail darting from side to side. "Are you alright?" You nod. Sodo motions to the seat next to you, you signal it's okay for him to sit. He joins you on the wall. "You know, the things people like to say about me make me seem kind of scary. But, I promise, I'm not that bad. I feel like you get scared to talk to me sometimes. I'm not gonna flip out, man." You laugh at his exaggerated hand movements as he explains himself. His eyes kept searching around your face, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"You're cute when you're nervous." You blush as the statement leaves your mouth. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be." He smiles gently at you. You shiver as the wind picks up. Sodo moves in to wrap an arm around you, "may I?" You nod, his body melding into yours, instantly warming you. Being a fire ghoul definitely had its perks. He held you against him, eyes still searching your face. His lips pulled into a small, content smile. Your cheeks flushed from either the cold or from being this physically close to him, neither of you could tell.

"Sodo?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. He hums softly in response. "I think I might be falling in love with you." His eyes finally met yours, you felt his hands grow warmer, almost uncomfortably hot against your skin. You could see him searching for words. A smile suddenly broke out on his face, an excited laugh leaving his lips.

"Really? Y...You like me?" You nod, his smile growing even more. You couldn't help but lean into his touch as he gently rests his hand on your cheek. He tilts your head slightly, allowing his lips to effortlessly land on yours. A jolt ran down your spine at the feeling of him kissing you. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, pulling you even closer, the two of you eventually separating for a much needed breath. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" You felt drunk from his kiss alone, you still couldn't believe that had actually just happened.

"Give me a second, I can't think straight." You both laughed, you couldn't have imagined a more perfect confession.

Aether:

If you knew one thing about Aether it's that he was always down for a couples costume, this year was no different. The issue you both ran into is you would rather die than be something cliche you had seen a thousand times, Aether thought the concept as a whole was absolutely hilarious. "What if we went as Mario and Princess Peach, I want to be Peach though." He gives you the brightest grin he could manage.

"Baby, do you realize how many other Siblings are going to go as those two characters. You know I don't want to-"

"I know, I know, but it's a cute idea. This is my first Halloween with my partner, I want us to be cute." You can't help but smile at the sentiment. You sigh, walking up behind Aether who was currently digging through your closet for ideas, and wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about a Spiderman themed couples costume, you like Spiderman."

"I'll have to try and fix the costume, your arms busted the seams on the sleeves last time, remember?" You give his bicep a squeeze, placing a gentle kiss on his arm afterwords. "My big strong Ghoul." He blushes down at you, Aether always got embarrassed when you brought up how strong he was. You checked the time, "we still have a couple hours, why don't we take a little shopping trip?"

Aether nods, "we don't have to do anything cliche if you don't-"

"You said it yourself, it's our first Halloween together as a couple. I want people to get cavities from how sweet we are." Aether's whole body shakes with a chuckle.

"Have I told you that I'm in love with you?" You blush and grin up at him.

"You have, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it again." You pull him into a sweet and tender kiss, you couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend this Halloween.

Swiss:

You couldn't see straight the bass from the music was booming so loud. You were currently dancing with Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine, waiting for the rest of your group to finally come join you. Swiss was falling a little behind, his costume was taking a little longer to fully put on than he anticipated. He told you to head on out with everyone else while he finished getting ready, he'd catch up with you in a bit. Feeling an all too familiar pair of hands slide onto your waist you couldn't keep a smile off your face. "You look incredible babe!" He spins you around to face him, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as he pulls you as close to him as possible. You and Swiss had been seeing each other casually for months, but everyone would always just say you two were dating. Thinking back to it, there wasn't really a time the two of you weren't together since you started seeing each other. At some point during the late nights the two of you would stay up holding each other and talking until the sun came up the next day, Swiss taking you out on dates and giving you small homemade gifts, the two of you had fallen in love. It was obvious to everyone around you, but you were still nervous to ask Swiss if he even wanted to take things to the next level. You were shocked back to the moment by Swiss giving you a quick kiss. 

"I was worried you were going to stand me up." You tease, he instantly laughs at your joke.

"Now what gives you the impression that I would ever stand up my partner?" You froze, did he just say what you thought you just said. His eyes slowly began to widen as he prepared to backpedal.

"Swiss, do you want to be my partner?" He blushes slightly as he nods.

"I have pretty much since we started seeing each other, but I didn't want to rush you." You both smiled at each other, him giving you a gentle kiss. You couldn't believe he was officially all yours.

Rain:

Rain was never much one for partying, he enjoyed more of the warm and cozy aspects of Halloween than anything else. Tonight the two of you spent the night doing just that. You put on your warmest sweaters and socks, had some hot cider, and sat watching horror movies and cuddling under a blanket. "The original slasher flicks have always been my favorite." Rain couldn't believe it when you told him you had never seen the original Halloween. You cuddled into his side, his arm adjusted as it laid across your shoulder. He looked so handsome. His face lit up by the fire in the fireplace and the light from the TV. He explained every bit of behind the scenes knowledge he had, you were fascinated by the vast amount of information he had.

"I can see why you like this movie so much." You smile at him, thoroughly enjoying your very low key Halloween. Rain cleared his throat suddenly.

"(Y/N)... Can I kiss you?" His voice shook slightly as he finally got the question out. You smile at him as you nod, slowly leaning in closer to him. His hand slid to your waist, lips hesitantly brushing yours before he finally pulls you in for an actual kiss. You melted under Rain's touch, his fingers cool against your skin. "You make me so incredibly happy." He says softly, pulling you in for another soft kiss. The two of you continued to cuddle and watch movies until you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Mountain:

You had to physically force yourself from falling to your knees in pure emotional defeat. There, right before your very eyes, stood your behemoth of a boyfriend in the hottest costume imaginable. "You alright babe?" He chuckles, watching the gears finally click in your head as you physically pick your jaw up off the floor.

"Who allowed you to look this good." He smiles at you, embarrassed by the direct compliment. You wrap your arms around his waist with a content hum. Mountain pats your head gently.

"You know, this is the first year I've actually been excited to go out." He leans down to give you a small kiss. "I'm really happy I get to spend Halloween with you." 

"You're too sweet, you know that?" You kiss his nose. "Let me go get changed so we can leave." He nods, hand lingering on your waist as you pulled away. You couldn't keep the smile off your face. Much like Mountain, this was the first year you were actually excited to go out. You never really had anyone to dance with when you went to the parties at the Abbey, unlike your friends you had trouble dancing with just anyone. So being by your boyfriends side all night will definitely make this whole experience more enjoyable. You finished getting into your costume and rejoined your boyfriend in the living room. He can't stop smiling at you, just happy to be by your side.

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I've played tcg before but I'm just starting master duel what deck should I build.... So many options and it's not freaking expensive as hell...

This is a rough one cause I haven't played MD in forever, but:

First off, remember to get the "tax" cards (the cards they usually put aside that you can purchase with gems directly alongside master packs because EVERY DECK just about needs them, i.e Ash Blossom, Max C, etc), now for decks?

1. To be blunt, Swordsoul or Swordsoul/Tenyi

Even if they're not still doing the "friend invite campaign" like duel links is, it's a deck that's relatively easy to build, it covers a decent amount of mechanics in special summoning, negating, and protecting your monsters, and for a ladder format like master duel it should carry you far enough to get familiar with more decks or at least do the solo modes for more rewards. You also want to be careful not to look into *too* many decks, or else you'll find the gems running out like I did.

Campaign Code: 070436f6

My ID: 050-624-246

If this event's still going, if you need me to log in to accept your friend request so you can get the deck, send me another ask and I can, I still have it installed even though I haven't played in forever.

Now if you don't mind a longer post, here are a few other suggestions

2. *some* of the other structure decks are actually relatively decent (others are noob/nostalgia traps)

Blackwings (from 5Ds) has enough support and a tight enough strategy that getting the structure for it isn't a bad idea

Galaxy Eyes (from Zexal) is also pretty good and I enjoyed playing it. It's a strong OTK strategy that can also be used to expand into a general rank 8 strategy, which can get you used to Xyz summoning

Salamangreat (from Vrains) is also a decent one and was meta for a while, but link summoning spam decks can be difficult to pilot if you aren't used to it.

3. My Biases

Now, if you want decks that are "okay" but I personally found fun?:

Spright - This deck centering around level 2 Thunder monsters is weird, but their ability to spam the field is strong, and they splash well with a LOT of decks, some of which I'm going to list. Because of this, starting with them already gives you half of a lot of decks to try out. One notable mixture is Live Twin/Sprite, the vtuber archtype, which were also pretty strong when I last played

Fur Hire - The Fur Hire cards aren't just cute, but they're STRONG if played right, and they're a straightforward main deck strategy, and can be splashed with Spright thanks to their level 2s. As well, thanks to one of their newer starter cards they can be splashed with another deck I found fun

Dinosaurs - Yes, just the type, the general dinosaur type is incredibly strong, and, thanks to their level 2s, paired with Spright/Thunder cards, they can create powerful boards, and you can mostly just craft the main cards, IIRC they're spread out in boxes. It's great if you want a bunch of cool looking monsters that hit hard and mess with your opponent

Plunder Patroll - Another set of cute and strong cards, these come in the same pack as Fur Hire, AND they have a solo mode, so you can do that, get gems, then go into a decent strategy/back-up. Their gimmick is weird and might be hard to get, but it comes with a deck that interacts with your opponent in a fun way, can set up negates and can slowly build up a large hitting power

4. Current Meta Choices

Currently, the best decks that I regularly see youtubers talk about are split between three, but I have NO IDEA how expensive they'd be:

Tenpai - A relatively simple deck, this deck is all about attacking attacking and more attacking, and it's STRONG, people bring this to tournaments so it'll help you in a Ladder setting

Yubel - recently buffed with support, Yubel is also a very strong deck that might be awkward to try to get into

Snake-Eye - another deck I'm not really familiar with, but its cards are incredibly splashable and their ability to remove cards unconventionally makes them a solid choice.