#i need this season to be over and i also need to sleep

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (for parts one and two - otherwise, you'll be lost)

pairing: choi seungcheol/ f!reader 

summary: seungcheol and y/n didn't meet in a traditional way, and they aren't a traditional couple, but they have an intense connection that only grows when y/n realizes she's pregnant.

word count:  3.0k -- fic in progress

genre: smut, neighbors au, seasons of the year au, age gap, older!cheol, college/grad student!reader, pregnancy au

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

a/n: also thank youuuuuu to @scoupshawty for reading this part because i wasn't sure about it and def hadn't planned out what happened - so thanksss for reading and telling me your thoughst and generally hyping me ^^

♡ kat

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warnings (for this part): hand job, oral sex, fingering, possessive behavior, penetrative sex, messy sex, pregnancy mentioned

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 & 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

⋆.˚

He felt her press against his side in her sleep. he had to be awake, meanwhile, y/n’s winter break had only started. He was envious. She didn’t have to go outside in the cold - she got to stay inside where it was warm and cozy. 

His alarm hadn’t gone off yet. He glanced at the clock to see he had ten minutes left before he officially needed to wake up. He sighed deeply enough for her to stir. She nuzzled closer to him. 

“Go back to sleep,” she murmured. 

He smiled. “I have to wake up.”

She whined softly, “Not yet, though.”

“Like ten minutes.”

He knew she was pouting even if he couldn’t see her. She turned over and kissed his chest before leaning up to look at him. 

“You are taking some time off aren’t you?” she asked. 

He nodded. “Next week and the week after,” he reassured her. She had made him promise to take time off. Every time she saw him since the summer, she told him he worked too much. Even in the summer, actually. 

She wasn’t wrong, but usually, what else did he have to do? play video games and? And nothing. 

Half his friends were married. Then another half were engaged, and the rest were either with someone or looking for someone. 

He was the only one who hadn’t actively been looking. He hadn’t been on a date in ages. Apps freaked him out. He hadn’t fucked in months before her, at least months, probably more. 

And then she appeared out of nowhere. Perfect and sweet. He hadn’t told his friends about her immediately - he was too afraid it wasn’t serious for her. Every day he saw her in the summer was like a countdown to when she would go back to uni and some guy her own age. 

But then it didn’t. She went back and sent texts all along the way. He thought she would have written him off. Instead, the first texts he got from her were how she already missed him and asking about when he would visit. 

They talked almost every day and saw each other at least every few weeks, if not more. She wasn’t that far away. 

He would drive up and spend his weekends at her apartment, going to cute local coffee shops on Saturday mornings. His hoodies and bed head fit in perfectly in a college town. 

And he liked the way she always stood close to him in line, pulling his hand gently or leaning against him so she could say some silly thing. He would find himself leaning in to kiss her cheek, smiling as he did. 

Then Sunday mornings were for staying in bed and fucking until they were both breathless and maybe boneless. He could lie there all day, or until she decided lunch should exist and would disappear to make something. 

And then he would lie in her bed, stretching out under the cool sheets and savoring the fact that it was him who got to join her in it. Not the obnoxious guys he constantly saw eyeing her. 

He had been annoyed by them maybe the first weekend he visited her, right up until he saw the way she shut one of them down - the menacing glint in her eye as she told one of them to ‘fuck off’, she was ruthless. 

And then she looked back at him the way she always did, eyes filled with affection, like he was the only person in the room with her. He almost wondered if he should be afraid sometimes, not for himself, but for other people - anyone who bothered her or him.

He loved her apartment too - it was very her. The ‘her’ he had seen the winter before. The ‘her’ who got up early to go to a grocery store and came back with tons of ingredients, and then snuggled under her blankets half the day reading. 

He felt like there were maybe, at least, a million books neatly scattered around her apartment. In piles against the tall windows and walls, mixed in with plants. There was always sunlight streaming in during the day, and only lamps in the evening and at night - never the “big” light, it was very obviously her space.

The only thing he hadn’t liked was realizing that she lived alone and didn’t have an alarm system or anything. She had rolled her eyes, saying that it was a “super safe” neighborhood. He had looked at her skeptically and immediately started looking at how to add her apartment to his account. 

She had been mildly annoyed about a technician showing up the next week - mostly because she liked to sleep late. Besides that she had thanked him and said it was probably smart, even if it made him sound like her parents. 

He knew she had told her parents she was seeing someone, but not who. And she knew he had only told a few of his friends. 

The holidays were when they were both supposed to tell people. He guessed that some of his friends might have questions. And he absolutely dreaded the idea of going to her parents’ holiday party. 

⋆˙⟡

He suddenly felt her kissing him. Her warm lips dragged him out of his thoughts and back to the present. He groaned when she palmed his cock. He had been missing weekday morning sex. 

She pulled away. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered as she leaned up. 

He watched her move to sit between his thighs. She pulled the waist of his pajama pants and underwear down, and jerked him off as she kissed his stomach and then began licking his cock before taking him between her lips. 

He loved the way she went down on him. It was noisy and sloppy and never too quick because she enjoyed teasing him and playing with him. She moaned as much as he did. 

She pulled away before he came. He watched her take off her shirt. “Come here,” he whispered, knowing she would when she had done what she wanted. 

Her hands went to her breasts for a moment - he watched her squeeze and tease herself before she leaned over him, letting him top her and squeeze and suck her tits for himself. 

He kissed just between her breasts, palming each as he did and kissing them in turn. He pressed them together, squeezing them as he sucked one nipple and then the other. She moaned and played with his hair as he did. 

“Feels so good,” she whimpered as she pulled his hair teasingly.

“Missed this so much,” he mumbled as he pulled away from her. 

She nodded and bit her lip. “Me too.” She smiled as he began to tease her open. 

“Always so wet for me, baby.”

She grinned. “Course I am,” she groaned as his fingers went deeper, “who wouldn’t be for you?”

He loved when she fed his ego. Especially when she was so blatant about it. But he also knew she was serious - he knew he turned her on. He knew she missed him and his cock. 

He didn’t tease her, instead, he went straight in, filling her in a single quick motion. He watched the way she reacted - her eyes closing, her lips parting for her to moan as her hands searched blindly for anything to grasp onto. 

“Mmhm,” she breathed, “feels so fucking good,” she whined. 

He nodded, pulling out slowly and slamming back into her. “Feels fucking perfect,” he said with a smirk. He fucked her in earnest then, knowing just how to get them both where they needed to be. 

He liked when they came together. He sucked his fingers before sliding them down to stroke her clit. She gasped in surprise at the contact. Her fingernails scraped over his shoulders and down his chest. 

He could only smile - it was so cute to him when she left marks. He slowed down a bit, pushing deeper and rolling his hips more precisely as he teased her clit. 

“Come on, princess, you know you want to let go for me,” he murmured. 

She nodded in response. He moaned softly and shifted his hand to her low stomach, pressing down, adding pressure for her. He snapped his hips faster, making rough contact with her. 

“Relax,” he breathed, determined to make her orgasm. 

She whined and pushed him back. He pulled out and watched her move onto all fours and offer herself up to him. He blinked slowly, wondering how the actual fuck he met her. 

He plunged into her happily, fucking her faster and harder, whatever she needed. 

He felt her come. He heard her gasp and whine, and he felt the intense way her pussy squeezed him as her juices flowed around him, dripping down her inner thighs and his cock and balls. 

He only needed a few more thrusts to fill her. He slumped against her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to the side with him. Lying there, he dozed for a few minutes, his cock still inside her. 

He heard his phone ping, though. The cursed second alarm he always left set. “Fuck,” he groaned and slowly parted from her. 

He got up and went to start the shower. He came back for her, though, waking her up gently. “Want to shower too?” he asked. 

She watched him through half-closed eyes for a few moments before nodding and getting up. 

⋆˙⟡

They didn’t fool around in the shower. He wasn’t exactly in a rush, but he didn’t want to be late. And while he was brushing his teeth, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, scrolling. 

He glanced to see her looking confused for a moment before getting up to peek out the bathroom shutters. “Oh,” she muttered. 

His toothbrush timer hadn’t gone off. “Hmm?” he asked through a mouthful of toothpaste. He only looked mildly rabid. 

She bit her lip. “It’s snowing,” she said with a small laugh. 

Their area didn’t usually get snow so early. “Really?” he asked as he finished brushing. 

He left the sink to look outside and immediately saw the thick blanket of white covering the back yard. “Wow,” he whispered. 

“Are you sure you have to go in?”

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t think so, but they’re insane.” He was still watching the little flurries he could see still coming down. “Maybe a work from home day?” he had no idea. 

He all but ran downstairs to grab his work phone and check his email. And there was the reprieve - a weather warning. He grinned at the idea of staying home. 

Staying home, and the fact that, outside of his immediate family, he had never spent the holidays with anyone. Even the longer-term relationships he had been in, it just hadn’t been the right time of the year or the right time in the relationship. It always felt like too much - too big of a commitment. 

But when she came down looking amazingly perky, he was simply glad about everything. Glad he had already picked out and bought her gift. Glad she was there with him. Glad he had absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“So?” she asked as she headed towards the kitchen. He smiled, knowing she was going to make coffee. 

He followed along. “So I just need to appear available online,” he said with a smile. 

He watched her smile grow. “Good - I get you to myself.” She looked happier than he could have imagined.

⋆˙⟡

He changed back into comfortable clothes and spent the day hanging out with her. She read. He gamed. 

And when he got mad at his teammate, she offered to step in. Which secretly put him over the moon. Especially because he knew she was really good. 

And when she started yelling at the screen when things pissed her off - he thought he might actually come when she suddenly called the opposing team a bunch of ‘pussies.’

They fucked on the floor in front of the fireplace afterwards. It was insanely good. He loved when she wanted it rough. He always felt like a pile of goop after, lying next to her, breathing hard. 

He was still catching his breath when she sat up and looked over at him with a serious look. “Can I tell you something?”

He nodded, almost worried. “Yeah, of course,” he breathed. 

She watched him for a moment, looking nervous. Which was highly abnormal for her. He watched as she bit her lip, clearly thinking about how to tell him whatever it was. He sat up and pulled her over to his lap, hugging her close. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, squeezing her gently.

She gave a small laugh. “Uh, it could be wrong or maybe really good, depending on how you think about it,” she whispered. At the same time, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her low stomach. 

“I took like five tests…” she trailed off. 

He was quiet, wondering if he had misheard her. Or misunderstood. He didn’t necessarily want to have done either of those things, but he needed her to actually say it. 

He pressed closer. “Tests?”

She sighed gently. “I think I’m pregnant,” she said it like she was asking him. 

He nodded slowly, pressing his hand gently against her skin. “Like with me? From us?” he asked and instantly regretted it.

She glared back at him. “Did you really ask that?”

He stared for a moment, “I - that’s.” he paused and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant - I mean.” he stopped again, still thinking. “So we maybe - maybe…” he trailed off. 

“Cheol, are you broken?” she sounded concerned as she cupped his cheek softly. 

He wasn’t sure what to say. His mind was headed in 5,000 directions. All good directions, but still. He shook his head and traced his hand gently against her stomach. He nuzzled close to her. “Did you take pictures?” he knew how that sounded. “So we can show people?”

She laughed. “We’re not showing people the thing i had to piss on - that’s just between us.”

He nodded slowly. “But don’t people take photos?”

She smiled. “Yes, but usually with the ultrasound, you know when it still looks like a dinosaur alien growing inside me, and the doctor has double-checked everything.”

He was still mesmerized by her stomach and the idea of a small version of them being inside it. He thought about nesting dolls. And then how he probably shouldn’t share that thought. 

“I can’t tell if you’re happy and freaked out or just freaked out.” He felt her hand trace over his. 

“Happy,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “Deliriously happy,” he added without a thought to how it sounded.

She kissed his cheek. “Good,” she whispered softly against his skin. 

He felt the long sigh she let out and realized how worried she had been. He pulled her closer, wondering how she would have thought this could ever be bad news.

They were both quiet for a few minutes, the fire crackling softly near them, and snow still quietly piling up outside. 

“Are you happy?” He asked, hoping the answer was ‘yes.’ He had no idea, though. 

They hadn’t talked about it. That didn’t mean the thought hadn’t passed through his mind - her and him and little thems running around, needing things and time and attention - and how he wanted that in his life. He blinked, realizing how much he actually did want that.

A few of his friends already had kids, and they complained about them, but not without countering it with some cute thing. To Seungcheol, it was a dual thing - kids being gross and annoying and boring in many ways, but also completely magical and special. 

She nodded. “I didn’t think I would ever be happy to see two little lines appear,” she paused, her hand still tracing against his, “but I also didn’t know you,” she laughed softly and glanced back to him, “and now, I’m so happy and excited - there’s just so much to look forward to and think about - it’s kind of scary too, I guess,” she mumbled the last part. 

He could only grin stupidly as he listened to her. She looked so happy and excited and glowy somehow. More than normal to him. 

He nodded his head, “Mhm, a little scary is probably right,” he sighed, “but amazing too?”

She nodded, smiling and relaxing against him.

He had no idea how to tell her all the things he felt. Instead, he leaned close and kissed her over and over. A thousand sweet, gentle kisses. 

It crossed his mind to tell her that he loved her, but he had been planning for that and wasn’t sure he wanted to change it. He wanted it to be a surprise and for her to know how much he meant it. 

He worried that if he said it now, it would seem like it was only because of what she told him and not just because of her and the fact that she existed in his life. He didn’t want it to seem like an afterthought. 

⋆˙⟡

Lying in bed with her, he tried to tell himself that he didn’t feel differently about anything. But that wasn’t true. He suddenly felt so protective of her and even closer to her. 

It was some innate thing that he couldn’t just shrug off because it meant that no matter what, they would always be connected and a part of each other’s lives. For once, he wasn’t going to let his anxiety ruin something. Instead, he pulled her closer, making sure she was warm and tucked in.

Somehow, meeting her parents seemed much less significant.

a/n: srsly i love them - pls let me know if you think they are as insanely cute as i do ^^'

♡ kat

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mating season

pairing: bear hybrid joel miller x reader (gender unspecified) summary: you’re camping alone in the woods during june; bear mating season. tags: MDNI dead dove do not eat, noncon/dubcon, noncon that turns into dubcon, porn without plot, demihuman/hybrid, lowkey monster fucking, dubious bestiality (joel is part bear but not fully), breeding kink, slight breath play, size/weight kink, manhandling, stupidly big cock, excessive cum word count: 1.5k a/n: kinda inspired by perotovar’s minotaur!joel but also not really. mainly just the idea of hybrid/monster fucking x joel. this is pure smut don’t think about the logistics of it. i may make a follow up that actually tries to explain joel’s state of being but maybe not. idk.

camping out in the wyoming wilderness has been your dream for the longest time. sleeping under the stars, waking up to the sun shining through the tall pines, and the chance to see the wildlife. the idea was frankly intoxicating. 

what you really wanted to see was a bear. you’ve been fascinated by bears for years, them being your favourite animal. despite their primal and dangerous nature, you can’t help but think they’re adorable. you know if you see a bear there’s no way you’re getting near it but finally getting to see such a majestic bear in person would be satisfying enough.

unfortunately, your friends were not willing to take the same risk. the mere mention of spending the night alone in the woods with the possibility of encountering a bear had them shaking their heads. you called them scared but no amount of pressure could convince them to come with you, so you’re out here alone. 

that hasn’t been bothering you so far. the trek to your camping spot was peaceful without the chaos of others in your ears. but as night began to creep in, you became a little more on edge. you’ve never liked the dark so being out here alone in the forest at night was a scary prospect but you had a fire going and a lamp inside your tent. you told yourself it’ll be fine. 

as the darkness truly settled over your campsite and the chill set in, you put out the fire and crawled inside your tent. you huddled up in your sleeping bag and hoodie, trapping the warmth in as you tried to fall asleep.

you must have fallen asleep at some point because now you’re jolting up in your sleeping bag, awoken by a loud crunch outside your tent. you freeze, muscle coiled tight, ready to run or fight if you need to. 

the air is thick with a deafening silence as you listen out for a sound again. you try to calm your breaths but it doesn’t work. your heart is practically beating out of your chest with suspense. you move to cover your mouth– your biggest mistake yet. the fluff on your hoodie makes you sneeze, sending out a signal to whatever is out there that you’re alive, warm and ready to eat. 

the fear you feel is suffocating as you realise how screwed you are. you hear heavy footsteps approaching and before you can even begin to imagine what it could be, large claws slice straight through the door of your tent. 

you see the silhouette of a bear, illuminated by the moon, before a flash of brown and claws tear your sleeping bag off of you. you scream now, a horrid screeching sound you didn’t even know you could make leaving your throat. the massive size of the bear hovers above you as he bullies his way into the tight tent. with a swipe of his claws, your clothes torn, leaving you bare and terrified. 

your legs fly up, kicking and shoving at the bear, trying hopelessly to push him away. your foot hits his face and it growls, his spit hitting your face. he wraps his hands around your legs, shoving them up by your head. with a growl, he drops his weight on top of you, his heavy breath falling down on your face.

feeling his body pressed against yours, you realise this isn’t a bear. at least not completely. you can feel a thick layer of coarse bear hair but you can always feel the rough skin of a man. you slowly move your hand flick the lamp light on. 

he sure looks like a bear. he’s large, hairy and burly with claws and round ears, but his facial features are human. he has thin pink lips, a strong aquiline nose, and harsh tired eyes. 

the man-bear groans at the light, swatting at it and shattering it, leaving you in darkness once again. he lets out another growl before dropping his head into your neck. before you can react to the feeling of his drooling mouth on your neck, you feel something nudge at your hole. a dread washes over you as you realise what’s happening. 

“no– please, no,” you plead but all you're met with is a grunt. you try pushing at his broad shoulders with your hands but he simply pins them down as if you weigh nothing. he slumps his weight on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs. the lightest male bear is about 400 lbs. thank the heavens this man-bear thing isn’t that heavy or else that’d surely have killed you. 

before you can recover your breath, he slams his cock inside you. you let out a howl of pain as his cock practically splits you in half. you can’t see how big it is but from how it feels inside you, it’s larger than a human’s. he has a rough pace, clearly having little regard for you, ramming his cock harder and deeper inside you. 

his hot wet breaths on your neck begin to change from haggard grunts to something close to a moan. it doesn’t sound quite human but it’s undeniably a noise of pleasure. you can’t help feel each thrust starting to hurt less as you listen to the gruff moans. you’re slowly relaxing, letting him take what he needs. 

when his cock hits that perfect spot inside you, you can’t stop the moan the slips from your lips. he responds with his own moan, adjusting so he can hit that spot inside you over and over. the feeling of being so full and the way his fat cock head slams inside you makes you see stars. the fear you held is long gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he’s giving you.

he can feel the way you’re relaxing more and let go of your arms, slipping his massive paws under your back to pull you closer as he places more of his weight on you. you move your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer too. your fingers curl in the hair at the back of his neck. it’s a confusing mix of soft curls and coarse hair. 

now he has a better grip on you, he holds your waist, moving you with an ease on his cock like a fleshlight. as he does, he licks and kisses at your neck. it isn’t like any kisses you’ve had before with another human, they’re more sloppy, more like an attempt to mimic kisses than having any understanding of how to do them. but that doesn’t bother you. his lips feel like heaven, the teasing on your neck only enhancing how good his cock feels inside you. you pull on his hair, removing his lips from your neck so you can kiss him. he seems confused at first but quickly catches on as you tongue laps at his lips. 

he holds you tight in a literal bear hug, kissing you hungrily as he thrusts you up and down on his cock. you can barely see the light of the moon in the tent anymore, it’s completely blocked out by the sheer size of him. all his weight on you, the sloppy kisses, and the way he’s impaling you on his cock are making it hard to breathe. the lightheaded feeling you’re getting is making your pleasure even more intense, sending you over the edge into your orgasm. you moan into his mouth, your body tensing and spasming as the most intense orgasm you’ve had rips through your body. 

you break the kiss, pressing your nose against his strangely human one as you gasp for air. each breath is accompanied by loud, needy moans you’ve never heard yourself make before as you try to recover as he continues to thrust into you. he squeezes you tighter, constricting you as his thrusts get sloppier and faster. you can feel his cock throbbing and his breaths coming in faster. he pulls you down hard on his cock, shooting his load deep inside you. you can feel his thick virile cum filling you up. the load is so big you can feel your stomach start to swell from the share size. 

once he’s finished filling you up, he slumps forwards, flopping on top of you, his cock still inside you. the pressure on your swollen stomach hurts a little but the pure ecstasy of how he just fucked you is keeping you distracted from the impending pain of tomorrow. after a few moments of catching his breath, the man-bear lifts himself off of you, giving you space to breathe again. 

you think for a second he’s going to pull out and leave you but he doesn’t. he picks you up in his big furry arm, hugging you gently now. he lays down on his side, pulling you with him. he snuggles against you, resting his head on yours as he cuddles you in his arms. 

this is beyond strange and you’re already hurting from his rough fucking, but in his arms, you feel weirdly safe. if nothing else, he clearly has no intention to kill you and is warm in the harsh cold of the night. 

you have no clue what tomorrow is going to bring but at least you can say you encountered a bear. even if you’ll never tell anyone what actually happened.

[mrspiastri]

✩ feels like P1 🏆

pairing: oscar piastri x desi!reader

cw: fluff, mentions of australia 2025 (😔)

wc: 4k words

an: based on this lovely request, and in honour of osc being the wdc leader 😁😁😁😁😁

Oscar had just begun his third season in Formula 1, and he was more pumped than anyone could imagine. He had the fastest car, the best strategies, the quickest team, and most importantly the most valuable teammate.

To anyone else, it would have been simple to see that he would win the WDC this year, however Oscar Piastri was everything but overconfident.

He knew he wanted this year to be perfect, from start to finish, he wanted to win all 24 races if possible, and win all the sprints, and start on pole for every single race.

Unfortunately, he had some tough competition, and he knew better than to relax. He spent the first two weeks of winter break shuttling from Bahrain to Woking, and after that flew straight to Melbourne, to spend the holidays with his family.

Of course, Y/N had opted to fly to Australia in advance, so she could wait for Oscar, and also because she wanted to spend time with the family. They welcomed her with open arms, as they always did.

She spent her summer days relaxing on the beaches in St. Kilda, and making sure she didn’t get bit by a spider. However, she still missed her boyfriend.

The very boyfriend who was Facetiming her from his hotel room in Bahrain.

“You know Osc, with the amount you call me, someone would think you’re going through withdrawals,” She commented as she snuggled into the sheets of Oscar’s childhood bedroom, the same room she loved because it showed her what her boyfriend was like before they met.

“Very funny, God forbid I miss my own girlfriend.” Oscar grumbled as he laid back on the bed, hair damp from a shower— with what, according to Y/N, seemed to be a towel around his waist.

“Did you call just to be dramatic?”

“No… I called because I miss you. Like, really miss you. Like, I physically cannot sleep on this hotel pillow because it doesn’t smell like you. And it’s too quiet. And I tried making chai with the tea bags in the hotel room and it tasted sad.”

Y/N tried her hardest to stifle her grin, as she pouted in sadness on his behalf. “Oh, you poor baby.”

“I am a poor baby, and I need you to do that thing you do where you scratch behind my ear when I’m half-asleep.”

“That reminds me, I did the same thing to Basil today, and she was asleep in less than a minute!” Y/N giggled as she informed her only slightly amused boyfriend.

“Are you telling me I’m no different than a dog?”

“No, but if the shoe fits…”

“That’s it I’m ending the call,” Oscar couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he pretended to be mad at Y/N.

“Aww come on Osc, let me see you when you’re all freshly washed. The no-shirt look is really doing it for me.”

“You’re such a perv sometimes, you know that.”

She only laughed in response, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Your shirt’s really nice, that green looks good on you,” he commented.

“I should hope it looks good, it’s yours.”

Oscar’s eyes widen, and he squints them a bit to really focus on the details of her clothing.

“What? I only have like three t-shirts I own, the white one, the black one, and my maroon one. Not counting my McLaren kit.”

“Yeah you idiot, it’s from the home race collection. The folks at OP81 merch sent a package over to your Mum’s house.”

He sat up straighter, eyes relaxing as he let himself admire how she looked on his screen.

“Well, show me how it looks,” he requested, bossy as ever.

“I already did, you just saw it.” Y/N interjected.

“Give me a proper look, with the whole twirl and everything.”

Y/N groaned in mock annoyance.

“Only if you say please.”

A sigh.

“Please.”

“No, say it properly, the whole sentence.”

“Please, show me the outfit.”

“Noo! Say it properly, like you mean it!”

Another sigh, longer this time.

“Please darling, show me your outfit.”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. And wipe that smirk off your face, Piastri.”

Y/N stood up, balancing her phone carefully so Oscar could get a full view. With an exaggerated sigh, she did a slow twirl.

“There,” she said. “Happy?”

Oscar’s grin spread across his face. “Extremely. You look unfairly good in my stuff.”

“I know,” she replied, flopping back onto the bed. “It’s a gift.”

She tugged the hem of the shirt down over her bare thighs as she got comfortable again.

Oscar narrowed his eyes a bit. “Are you even wearing shorts?”

Raising a brow, she gave him a smug look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Y/N,” he warned.

She burst into laughter. “Relax, I am.”

Oscar leaned back against the hotel headboard, arms crossed, lips twitching in amusement. “Still unfair. I leave for two days and suddenly you’re raiding my wardrobe like it’s your birthright.”

“To be fair,” she said, “I only took one shirt. And it’s not raiding if we live together.”

“It’s raiding when you steal the best-looking one.”

“You’d rather I take the ugly one?”

“No. I’d rather you wear it when I’m there to appreciate it properly.”

She smirked, settling back into her pillow and letting the phone rest on her stomach.

“You’re being dramatic again.”

“You knew what you were doing,” Oscar accused, eyes narrowing playfully. “Answering my FaceTime like that, casually pretending you didn’t know it was my shirt.”

“Caught red-handed.”

“You’re evil.”

“Whatever,” she said, “you still miss me like crazy.”

Oscar groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “So much it’s actually embarrassing. Travelling anywhere sucks when you’re not with me.”

“You say that like you’re not there driving one of the fastest cars on the planet.”

“Yeah, and still nothing tops coming home and finding you in my shirt, hair all messy, acting like it’s just another Tuesday.”

She blinked, a little caught off guard by how warm his voice had gotten. He had his ways of making her feel special,

without even realising what he was doing.

“Oscar…”

He shrugged, quieter now. “Just saying. Save that shirt for when I get back, yeah?”

She smiled, teasing again. “Only if you have the best lap times.”

“Wow. Blackmail.”

“Motivation.”

He laughed, eyes lingering on her a second longer before nodding.

“Deal.”

🪻🪻🪻

The house was unusually quiet.

Even with the buzz of Oscar’s family around, his mum fussing with teacups, his sisters glancing occasionally at the shows playing on the television, there was a stillness in the air. No one spoke much. The energy was muted, heavy in a way only a home crowd disappointment could bring.

Oscar had finished P9. Not bad, considering his slippage in the grass. But not what he or the country had hoped for, not after a weekend that had started so strong.

He was still at the track, locked in media obligations and debriefs, and Y/N could already imagine the weight of it all pressing down on his shoulders.

She stood up from the couch, tugging her sleeves down over her hands. “I’m gonna make something. He’s probably not eaten properly.”

Nicole looked up. “That’s a good idea, darling. What were you thinking?”

“Khichdi,” Y/N said, already heading toward the kitchen. “It’s what I usually make when he’s drained. He likes it more than he’ll admit.”

Nicole smiled softly, rinsing out her mug and moving aside so Y/N could work. “Something warm and simple sounds perfect.”

She knew his comfort foods by heart now.

Not toasties or chips or anything overly greasy, no, not tonight. He needed warmth. Reassurance. Something that felt like being wrapped in a hug.

So she went with what he always asked for on days he was sick or just tired of the world: khichdi. Soft rice and lentils, simmered with ghee, turmeric, a little cumin, and a side of spiced potatoes the way he liked them.

It was also the simplest thing she could make quickly, since the excitement of race week didn’t let them go grocery shopping for fancy ingredients.

Y/N pulled her hair into a ponytail, washed her hands, and opened the pantry. She moved quickly, finding the rice, the lentils, the spices; already laying them out on the counter.

Hattie padded into the kitchen and perched on a stool. “Do you need help? Or moral support? I’m very good at taste-testing.”

Y/N chuckled, setting the dal to soak. “You can peel the potatoes.”

“On it,” Hattie said, dragging a chopping board toward her and grabbing a peeler. “Oscar’s going to cry when he sees this. Bet on it.”

While the dal and rice soaked, Y/N got a pan going with ghee, mustard seeds, a few curry leaves, all of which she had picked up from her own stash brought over from home. The smell began to fill the room, earthy and warm.

Nicole drifted over and leaned against the counter, watching her with quiet admiration. “He’s really lucky, you know.”

Y/N smiled without looking up. “I think I’m the lucky one. He puts up with me.”

Nicole scoffed. “You’re cooking for him and putting up with his post-race sulking. That’s love.”

As the khichdi began to simmer, she threw in turmeric, a bit of grated ginger, salt, and cumin. She stirred slowly, letting it thicken, the grains softening into the kind of texture that wrapped around you like a blanket. Meanwhile, Hattie finished the potatoes and helped toss them in oil and spices, sliding them into the oven with a grin.

“Do I get a Michelin star now?” Hattie asked.

“You get points for not setting anything on fire,” Y/N teased.

Nicole pulled out a couple of plates and laid them out on the table as the final touches came together.

By the time the front door opened and the sound of Oscar’s keys hit the bowl by the entrance, the kitchen was filled with the golden scent of comfort and home.

The khichdi was ready, the potatoes crispy at the edges, and the quiet heaviness of the house had softened just a bit, thanks to turmeric, ghee, and the shared rhythm of care.

Oscar stepped inside as she was dishing out his portion. He looked exhausted. The weight of the day clung to him like a second skin. His cap was low over his forehead, eyes duller than usual.

He blinked as he stepped into the kitchen.

“You cooked?” His voice was rough, caught somewhere between surprise and something else. Something softer.

Y/N smiled, placing the bowl on the table. “Of course I did. You look like you need a hug and a hot meal.”

Nicole gave him a kiss on the cheek as she passed, and Hattie patted his back before stealing one of the roasted potatoes off his plate.

“Khichdi?” he asked, eyes fixed on the bowl.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, gently. “And potatoes. Sit. Eat.”

Oscar closed the gap between them in two quick steps and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. He smelled like the track, sweat, heat; and now like home.

“You’re the best part of this whole weekend,” he murmured against her neck.

Y/N kissed the side of his head and squeezed him tighter.

“You’ll get the win here one day. You know that, right?”

He didn’t answer right away, just held her like he needed to remember what grounding felt like.

“I know,” he said quietly.

“And until then,” she whispered, “you’ve got a girl who’ll keep your tummy full and your ego in check.”

He huffed a laugh, finally pulling back just enough to look at her properly.

“God, I love you.”

She smiled. “I know. Now eat before your food gets cold.”

He tugged her into one last hug before taking his seat, already reaching for his spoon with a familiar sort of hunger.

As she sat down beside him, Oscar laced their fingers under the table.

🪻🪻🪻

The only things audible were low hum of the fridge, the occasional swishing of the dishwasher, and the soft clink of cutlery as Oscar finished off the last of the potatoes directly from the tray.

Y/N was curled up on the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, the same oversized green OP81 shirt falling lazily off one shoulder. Her hair was still in that loose bun, a little messier now from the steam of cooking and leaning against the cushions.

Oscar walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate, handing her one before sinking beside her. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, brow quirking.

“You know,” he said, “I just realised something.”

She looked over at him with mock suspicion. “That’s never a good sign.”

He ignored her, gesturing toward her shirt. “That’s the same one you wore when we were on call. The FaceTime from Bahrain.”

Y/N glanced down at herself, trying to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “Is it?”

“You knew it was,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You’re so annoying.”

She sipped her tea innocently. “I just like the colour.”

Oscar gave her a knowing look, then leaned in a bit closer, his voice dropping to something gentler. “You look really cute in it.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed just a little, but she tilted her head, keeping up her act. “Just cute?”

He gave a low hum, setting his mug down on the coffee table.

“No,” he said simply, his eyes scanning over her. “You look really good in my clothes. They look way too hot on you.”

Y/N’s smirk faltered for half a second, and she looked away, half-hiding behind her mug. “You’re being dramatic again.”

“Am I?” he asked, nudging her foot with his. “You think I forgot the way you sat there on call, pretending like you didn’t know it was my shirt, driving me absolutely insane right after a shower?”

She laughed, lowering her mug. “Hey I was too busy admiring the view you were showing me, besides I thought you needed motivation.”

Oscar leaned back, arm stretched out along the back of the couch, fingertips barely brushing her shoulder.

“I don’t need motivation,” he said softly. “I just need to come home to this. To you.”

That time, her smile dropped for real, replaced with something quieter, something warm.

“Good,” she murmured, setting her tea aside and curling into his side, “because I’m not giving your shirts back.”

Oscar rested his cheek against the top of her head, letting out a quiet breath.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

🪻🪻🪻

Oscar sat still, one arm around Y/N, the other resting limply on his lap. Her head was tucked beneath his chin now, breathing slow, and her fingers absently tracing little circles over the fabric of his hoodie.

Outside, the street was quiet. Melbourne’s chaos had finally settled. Inside, the only thing louder than the ticking clock in the hallway was his own thoughts.

P9.

It had stung more than he expected.

He’d pushed, taken risks, held his breath more times than he could count. The home crowd, the roar in Turn 1, the endless pressure of this weekend. He wanted a podium. He wanted more than points. And when he crossed the line, all he felt was this dull, aching hollowness.

Because he wanted to win, for the team, for the fans, for his family.

For her.

Oscar closed his eyes briefly. He remembered the sound of God Save The King echoing as Lando stepped up to the top step. The taste of disappointment, how it clung to the back of his throat during interviews. The polite claps. The fake smile. The crushing feeling of not being good enough on the one track that felt like home.

But then he came home.

And she had made him khichdi.

Warm, soft, comforting. Just like her.

She didn’t try to fix it with words. She didn’t tell him he should be proud or that P9 was still good. She just handed him a plate and looked at him like he wasn’t a result. Like he wasn’t someone the world measured in lap times.

He glanced down at her again, heart clenching a little.

Y/N. With her soft hair and stolen shirts and quiet affection. The way she could command a kitchen but still act coy when he told her she looked good. How she knew exactly what to say, and more importantly, when not to say anything at all.

She’d rooted herself into his life so naturally, so completely, that he couldn’t remember what comfort looked like without her in it.

It wasn’t just that she made things better.

It was that she was the better.

🪻🪻🪻

Y/N was rambling about a movie she’d half-watched on the flight back to Melbourne. Something about a chaotic rom-com with bad pacing and good outfits. She talked with her hands when she was animated, her eyes lighting up even though she clearly didn’t care that much about the plot.

Oscar barely registered the words. His eyes were fixed on her mouth, the soft curve of her lips, the way she bit the inside of her cheek while trying to remember an actor’s name. She was glowing in the low, warm light of the living room, sitting cross-legged on the couch like she had belonged there forever.

And it hit him, like a crash he couldn’t brace for.

He loved her. Fully. Wildly. In a way that went straight to the pit of his stomach and made it hard to breathe.
It wasn’t a slow build. It was immediate. Overwhelming.
Undeniable.

And he couldn’t hold it back.

She was mid-sentence, something about the main character making a terrible decision; when he leaned in, cupping her jaw gently, eyes searching hers for only a heartbeat before he kissed her.

It was soft at first, just the brush of his mouth against hers. She stilled, surprised, hands caught in the air between them. But then he pressed in closer, kissing her properly. Deeper. Like he needed it. Like he’d been holding it back for days, weeks, maybe longer.

His hand slipped to the back of her neck, thumb brushing behind her ear as he tilted his head, letting the kiss turn warmer, fuller. She melted into him easily, fingers fisting the fabric of his t-shirt, lips parting under his as the kiss grew heavier. Hungrier.

Her breath hitched when he pulled her closer, one knee shifting so their bodies aligned more naturally. He kissed her like he was telling her everything he couldn’t yet say. With so much care it ached. With so much want it left her dizzy.

When he finally pulled back, he stayed close, forehead resting against hers, both of them catching their breath.

She blinked at him, dazed. “What was that for?”

Oscar didn’t answer right away. He just looked at her. Really looked. Eyes soft, lips swollen from the kiss, cheeks slightly flushed.

“Marry me.”

Everything in the room seemed to freeze. Her breath caught. Her fingers, still clinging to the front of his t-shirt, went limp.

She blinked. “What?”

Oscar leaned back just slightly, eyes still holding hers, but a crooked, sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his lips now. “Not now,” he clarified quickly, his thumb brushing over her wrist in slow reassurance. “I mean… eventually. Not this second, not tomorrow. But, marry me. Someday.”

Y/N opened her mouth. Closed it again. She didn’t know what to say. Her brain was moving too fast, heart thudding loud in her ears.

He rushed on, gentle but urgent, as if trying to give her all the space in the world while still holding her close.

“I know it sounds insane, I do. And I didn’t plan to say it tonight, I swear. I just…” He exhaled, voice softening. “I love you so much it actually hurts. I didn’t even care that I came P9 today, not after seeing you. And when I kissed you just now, I couldn’t stop thinking how I wanted to keep coming home to you for the rest of my life. That’s all. That’s it.”

Y/N’s lips parted again, and this time, a small breath of laughter slipped out; shaky, surprised, but full of warmth. Her eyes glittered, tears threatening to rise, and she shook her head in disbelief.

“You’re such a dramatic loser,” she whispered, smiling through it.

Oscar grinned. “I know. But I meant every word.”

She leaned forward again, pressing her forehead to his, the tips of their noses brushing.

“You love me,” she said softly, like she was testing the weight of it.

“I do.”

“And you want to marry me.”

“Desperately.”

Y/N’s smile turned into a quiet laugh, and her hands slid up his chest slowly, curling around the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Someday, I’ll marry you.”

Oscar’s eyes fluttered shut, and he exhaled in quiet relief, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her in again.

🪻🪻🪻

Later that night, the house had gone quiet. Oscar’s family had all turned in for the night, leaving only the soft hum of the city outside and the rustle of blankets as the two of them settled into bed.

Y/N was already curled under the duvet, still wearing his shirt, like it had always belonged to her. Oscar joined her a moment later, flicking off the bedside lamp, the room now lit only by the soft glow from the hallway.

He slipped under the covers, letting out a sigh as he stretched out beside her. After a moment, he shifted closer, tugging her into his chest with one arm thrown lazily around her waist.

She hummed, tucking her face into the curve of his neck. “You’re clingy tonight.”

“I’m traumatised,” he muttered, voice muffled in her hair.

She laughed quietly. “You’ll win in Shanghai, I promise.”

Oscar grinned against her. “I better, or I might get fired.”

A moment of comfortable silence passed. Then Oscar sat up slightly and peeled his shirt off with one smooth motion, tossing it off the side of the bed.

Y/N raised a brow in the dark, lips twitching.

“Oh? And what’s this about?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“It’s hot,” he said simply, lying back down and pulling her into him again. “And I sleep shirtless. You know that.”

“Convenient excuse,” she teased, fingers tracing lightly over his now bare chest. “What if I get hot too?”

Before she could reply, he was already sliding his hands up under the hem of the shirt she wore—his shirt—fingers warm and familiar. She let out a small gasp, half surprised and half amused, as he smoothly tugged it over her head and tossed it aside to join his on the floor.

Now she sat in just her bra, blinking at him in the low light. “Oscar!”

He was grinning shamelessly. “What? You said you might get hot.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You said yes to marrying me, get used to it,” he reminded her smugly, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“Regretting it already.”

“Liar.”

Y/N sighed dramatically, then nestled into his side, her bare shoulder against his warm skin.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, holding her close again. This time, no more teasing, just comfort. Just quiet. Just them.

Wrapped up in each other, skin warm under soft sheets, hearts still thudding from everything they'd said, and everything that was still to come.

And for the first time in days, Oscar slept like he hadn’t finished P9.

He slept like he’d already won.

No cheers, no champagne, no trophy this time; but for now, this was enough.

this was written while i was blasting my clairo playlist so please excuse the excessive yearning in this. also oscar piastri wdc 2025, spread the word. and as always you can request a prompt from my list if you liked this!

[cassofnowhere]

Frank’s physical and emotional state in DD: Born Again

Occasionally I’ve seen people express confusion at Frank’s…general state in Born Again. He does seem unkept, unhappy, in a worse mood than usual and oddly detached from everything else.

The shock was apparently so big, people started theorizing SOMETHING must’ve happened to Frank. And I’m here wondering what people expected to find, exactly.

I mean, if you watched The Punisher season 2 you will know Frank embraced the vigilante life by the end of that season. You would also remember he ended up the show pretty much alone. He pushed Karen away in a very definitive manner, Curtis, if I remember correctly, was very done with his bullshit by that point and didn’t want any more contact with Frank, he sent Amy away to Florida and seemed like didn’t plan to meet her ever again. The only person he seems to be in contact with is Madani, but she was in the Middle East and he also shut down any relationship there when he refused her offer for a job at the CIA (because “he already has a job”).

So, what we are seeing in Born Again is Frank being The Punisher. It’s a guy who shut down every single relationship he ever had and it’s only focused on the mission 24/7. The only thing he does, day in and day out, is look for the next scumbag to kill, the next gang to gun down, the next mafia to disperse. He gets beaten up, goes home, stitches himself and does the same thing all over again the next day. He’s been doing this for years.

And I’m sure, at some point, he realized what he’s doing is pointless, because no matter how many criminals and bad people he puts to the ground, new ones take their place faster than he can kill them. So, all he has to hope for is to keep at it, until he eventually dies. Except he doesn’t die. Almost 10 years and he’s still at it, and not a single thing has changed. Fisk is freaking mayor of New York City, for gods sake.

What we are seeing is a man who has become hopeless and detached, because he has nothing to look for in his life, except death. So…..no shit he is moodier than usual.

I get that this is not a common arc for The Punisher in the comics (if it was ever portrayed), but I think it’s a very interesting thing to explore in the MCU version. I do think it’s in line with what the OG show might’ve explored if it ever got a third season.

Season 2 ended with Frank reaching the conclusion The Punisher was his destiny. There was no happy ending for him, his calling was to kill criminals no matter the cost. And that was actually a very tragic conclusion for Frank to reach, effectively shutting down any opportunity at recovery he could get. He didn’t find fulfillment living as Just Frank (A.K.A Pete Castiglione), so he would find it with The Punisher….except, spoiler alert: he doesn’t! He’s still as unhappy and miserable as he was before. Turns out, giving in to your worst impulses doesn’t improve your life.

I think the point of the mysterious pills we see him take in Born Again, is supposed to be a physical manifestation of Frank’s weariness. That there is a downside to living like The Punisher, and aside from the emotional isolation, he is physically weaker. And again, I know there’s a bunch of comics of an older Frank, and even though he is older, he is somehow as strong and agile as he was when he was younger, and while it’s a valid depiction of an older Frank, it’s probably not a realistic one. Like, the man doesn’t eat well, doesn’t sleep well, he gets punched, stabbed and shot at an alarming frequency and he doesn’t get any breaks. That’s not the lifestyle that creates a healthy and active 60yo. On the contrary, actually. Now, he might have chronic pain he needs to manage with medication, just to function. And I like that. After all, Frank is only human. To show him grappling with all the ways his body can fail him is very compelling storytelling in my opinion.

I mean, I don’t know what they are cooking with Frank, but if I’m right, I am very interested in what they might show in the future with him.

TL;DR: the reason Frank is….LIKE THAT in Born Again is not because of any singular traumatic event, it’s simply the downside of the life he chose as The Punisher. A lonely, violent life that finally is claiming his toll on him. So yeah, he is moody and detached and doesn’t care about much other than his next target.

[alastor-simp]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏: His Butler, Unexpected Guest

Tags/Warnings: Isekai/Travel To Another World, Female Reader, Will be some swear words/curse words

Notes: This chapter will be short, I'm sorry, still trying to get a clear mindset of how I want this story to go, plus I will need to rewatch season 1 since I forgot most of what happened

Credit Divider: @thecutestgrotto

**In Present Time- 2025**

"Sigh, what a day." Walking through the door of your apartment, you heaved a sigh of relief, having just dealt with a tiring day at work, legs aching from standing up all day. No way said working in a chef kitchen would be easy, but the pay was good and it let you do what you enjoyed the most, cooking. Hanging up your work attire, you ventured closer to the lounge area of your apartment, plopping down on the couch, head leaning back against the cushion. Pulling out your phone, the digital screen read 8:45 PM, indicating it was time for dinner. After washing up in the bathroom, adorning your kitty-themed lounge-wear, you headed to the kitchen, cooking up some ramen noodles, ready to relax and enjoy your anime marathon time.

Once the food was all set, shuffling to the couch, you laid back again, pulling out your headphones and sticking them in your phone, along with your charger, since the battery on your phone was drained from watching anime on your work break. Swiping at the screen, fingers tapped on the anime button, rapidly pressing on S1 of Black Butler, as episode 1 began to play. This series was your go to show, it was something you could watch over and over again, and never get tired of it. It's story focused on the main protagonist, Ciel Phantomhive, abused by a cult, having also witness his parents being murdered, managed to summon a demon, Sebastian Michaelis, and form a soul contract with him, where his soul would be offered as payment after he exacted revenge on those who tortured him and planned to have his family exterminated. You were happy that the anime was still ongoing, including the manga, as you patiently waited for the next chapter to drop.

"If there is any god out there, please give a chance to meet these characters. It would be such a cool experience" You said, looking up to the ceiling, praying to whatever make believe god to grant your wish. Pfft, yeah right, the chances of that happening were slim, but oh well, a girl can imagine. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, head pressing against the couch cushion, you continued to watch the show, laughing at certain parts of the episodes, until you felt your eyes grow heavy, falling into a deep sleep.

**Time Skip**

There was odd voices speaking in the background as you slept, two of them sounding frantic while the other was very gruff. "Oh dear, oh dear! What happened to them?" "She was laying there all by herself, I hope she is alright." "She looks very pale, poor lass." The voices got clearer and clearer, making you open your eyes, "Huh?" Upon opening them, you noticed that you were not in your apartment anymore, the room being incredibly massive with a chandelier hanging down, and tall windows. "What the?" Jolting up, your eyes continued to dart around the room, wondering where the hell you were. The voices you heard belonged to the three individuals on the other side of the room, one dressed in a maid outfit with glasses, one in a gardeners outfit, and the other with a chef outfit. They noticed you had awoken, scurrying closer to you to see how you were doing. "Oh she is awake she is." The maid inched closer to you, her large glasses nearly falling from her face.

The gardener had grabbed the blanket that was on the seat, covering it around your shoulders, "Are you alright miss? You were outside in the blistering cold." He said, his innocent eyes peering at you. "Y-yes I am" Your answer heaved a sigh of relief from the young boy, glad to know you were okay. The gruff man patted your head, giving you a soft smirk, "You bloody scared Mey Rin and Finny to death." The words "sorry" left your lips the second the chef said that, brain still trying to process what was going on. "Wait? Mey Rin and Finny? Aren't those the names of the servants from Black Butler?" Mind cluttered with thoughts, you tried to figure out what in the hell was happening. "Oh I must let the young master know our mysterious guest is awake." Mey-rin bolted out of the room, nearly tripping on her shoe-laces as you were left with the other two servants. After waiting a couple minutes, the door to the room opened, where a tall butler walked in, with long black hair flowing down his face, wearing a devilish smile . Along side him was a another male, dressed in a knickerboot suit with shorts, cane in one hand and an eye patch on the other.

"Finnian, Baldroy. You are free to return back to your duties." The butler spoke, as he gave a smile to the servants. "Yes, Sir!" Both of them gave a salute, turning to look at you with a smile as they headed out of the room, leaving you alone with the other two people in the room. The young boy walked closer, moving to sit on the other chair across from you, placing his hands on his lap, as he continued to stare at you. His eyes were monitoring you, probably trying to determine if you were a threat or not, yet there was a hint of kindness in them "Pleasure to be meeting you, My name is CIel Phantomhive, Lord of Phantomhive manor and the Queen's Watchdog. The man next to me is my butler, Sebastian." Sebastian gave you a kind smile, placing his hand on his chest and giving you a bow. There was no way this was happening, you must be dreaming. Pinching the side of your arm, you waited for the moment you opened your eyes, hoping to break out of this dream. When nothing happened, you realized this was reality, "What the fuck?"

-FIN-

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[dear-ao3]

no no cause hold on Who goes through a scathing media day having the most insane fight seen in potentially years that results in all kinds of weird shit being dragged up with another driver because you essentially called him a two faced bitch for saying you deserved a penalty, a penalty which didn’t even affect the outcome of the race and was also objectively stupid, the driver in question being not only the union director trying to actively get your ass out of community service for saying fuck but also not even someone you’re in a title fight with remotely, mostly because you’ve already won the title and the other guys car is a shit box, which then sparks both of your team principals to go at eachother which they’ve been frothing at the mouth wanting to do for potentially years, all before attending the driver end of year dinner and sitting on the exact opposite side of the table as the guy you’re having beef with then commenting the 🥩 emoji under yet another drivers post saying oh don’t worry the two you’re thinking of were at opposite ends of the table lol and then thinks, in the middle of all this, which by the way is the last race of a season that is not only the longest in history but also one where you were not dominant and won the world title literally with a rear wing that was angle grindered in the garage cause it sucked that bad, and in the midst of continued heated debates over whether or not you yourself are going to retire before your contract is up and also about who your teammate is going to be for the foreseeable future “yeah. this is the perfect time to announce that i am going to be a father.”

[clfixationstation]

Spoilers for Act 3 of Arcane Caitvi!

Why are both caitvi kisses interrupting incredibly emotionally vulnerable and painful moments for Vi? I know the first was intentionally uneasy because Cait had already changed and Vi knew it but??

Am I just not understanding the build up? Because both felt really. Random to me. Like "oh, I guess we're doing this now! Instead of... reassuring Vi?" ?? I'm confused. I'll def rewatch tomorrow because it's possible I simply did not comprehend the scene

[becomingpart2]

Me when I absolutely am woobifying a character lol

No but if you really think that Jimmy had no ambition, that he just wanted to "make right" by his clients that were unfairly treated, that he worked with Walter white because he wanted to help a poor dying man and that that scene in S6 was a random retcon that Vince Gilligan threw in.... Then I don't know what to tell you! Lmao

You didn't watch breaking bad and you didn't watch better call saul, especially season 4, for that matter either.

[chirpsythismorning]

I think what really puts into perspective the likelihood of ST5 premiering in 2025 (I’m gonna predict March 21st for fun), is that a year from now is just barely Summer 2024, and yet as of now, they have not even started filming.

Are fans really expecting them to have season 5 filmed, fully prepped with marketing and promo ready, with everything ready to be released within one year from now (roughly speaking, give or take a couple months)?

In all honesty it's very much the norm for Stranger Things' to have promo leading up to an upcoming season last for months. And I'm not talking like 3-5 months I'm talking a year+.

This isn't like s1 where they put out a trailer and a release date and some low budget marketing roll out on social media, which is something they do for every new Netflix show. This is a $35 million + budget per episode series and thats just to budget for the literal episodes... There are dozens of partnerships they have going on with merchandise and things like that which are discussed and planned for months/years. There are music rights negotiations which go on for months upon years. Shit, post-production has the capacity to take, at the very least half of the time it takes to film, and in some cases as much time or even more. This shit takes time!!!

The build up to a new season is so huge, that each month leading up to it, there are different things dropping, creating the hype that guarantees millions of fans engagement for a long time.

Like 1 year up to the 6 months before the release, promo starts heating up officially. The main accounts for the show will start posting stuff, initially it'll be cryptic using old footage to kind of recap the characters and get us refreshed on where we left off. This time could have some really awesome surprises, but it's mostly casual. If we're lucky we can count on Atlanta filming paparazzi bc those people are insufferable...

6 months up to the one month mark is when it starts to get more real. At this time we're likely to get an episode list announcement, along with sneak peeks and teasers that are quite short, being that they're still likely in the editing process when they are releasing these so it's very much in part them trying to tide us over and keep us interested.

The final 3 months leading up to it is when it gets REAL real. This is at the latest when we'll get a release date announcement, but that's a worst case scenario. I feel like it took so long for them to announce s4, and not until like Feb 2022 bc they wanted to be certain certain. And that could apply to s5 as well. The state of the world isn't like awesome I would say... Look what happened last time? Like it sucks to be the person to say that but I think also considering delays in general, for any reason are a possibility, is also what contributes to my open mindedness about an early 2025 release.

And so based on what we should be expecting for marketing, that means that assuming s5 would somehow premiere in summer 2024, means we are already close to the one year mark, which means promo should be ramping up right now, with literal content to share? And yet we have nothing filmed...?

A lot of people have this idea that s5 is going to take as much time to film as s1 took, which is just not the case. Not saying it will take as long as s4 took, however it's still going to take a while. One of the main factors for this is an in demand cast with conflicting schedules. In a perfect world, everyone would be available all the time throughout the entire production run. Instead what you have is certain actors not available at this time, and so you have to overlap those that need scenes together and schedule according to all of that. And so even if it wouldn't take more than 7 months to film literally, adding another 4+ months might be necessary to accommodate everyones schedules so that they can have these A/B list actors be able to film scenes together.

And then there’s editing and VFX to account for, happening during filming yes, but also with them needing months to focus on AFTER filming is complete. S5 is arguably going to have more VFX than any other season, as most of the season is expected to be surrounded by UD conditions and with the final battle being pretty epic with a 3 headed dragon potentially. Editing is more likely to be 7+ months post filming AT LEAST, vs. like the 4 or less, which is what I think everyone is imagining and telling themselves.

This is also the last season and so they obviously want to focus on the quality, not their ability to churn it out as fast as possible. Rushing for a quick release is just setting themselves up to flop.

The story is over forever after this (excluding spin-off prospects). It would make sense for them to give themselves the wiggle room to make it perfect (the stakes are so fucking high you guys), as opposed to rushing the entire time just to have it release as early as possible.

This also reminds me of what Noah said when asked about s5 premiering in 2024, where he basically just deflected and said that they want to focus on quality… essentially hinting at the fact that it’ll probably not be soon as we’re expecting, but we’re better off for it bc it gives them time to ensure it's the best that it can be and also is just realistic in terms of considering potential unplanned delays.

And then there are the strike implications. While I think the ST production is lucky in that they wouldn't be impacted as much as other productions, that doesn't mean the solidarity won't impact other parts of the production beyond just the writers. This is an industry where people are extremely overworked and underpaid, where a strike could be on the horizon at any moment. And we’re out here telling them hey i know the conditions are horse shit, but I'm gonna need you to step it up and experience even worse conditions bc I need s5 asap... which is just, it’s asking too much if I’m being honest.

Not trying to rain on anyone’s parade here. I know it sucks hearing that it could be another 1 year and 10 months. But lets be serious right now.

All the action that happens in the fandom, building up to the release is arguably just as exciting as the actual premiere and I think we overlook that. Again, once it premieres, it's over. So being so hellbent that it comes as soon as possible, is built on this idea that getting it is the only worthwhile part of this experience, which couldn't be further from the truth. Hiatus and all of the activity that happens during that time is what makes this experience so unique and without it, none of us would be here.

I think realistically, the timeline for s5 production is likely to look something like filming taking place from May 2023-Feb 2024 (giving them AT LEAST 10 months, but if you ask me srs i think it'll take 12...). We should get an announcement post from the official Netflix/ST social media accounts the very day filming starts.

As time passes and they're filming more and more, we will start to get teasers and sneak peaks from the little bit they have filmed from the earlier episodes in the season. Technically they can't spoil that later stuff too much in promotion, so it does work out for us in that sense.

But in all honesty, well planned out and detailed promo is likely to not start getting official until this fall when they’ll actually have at least (hopefully) over half of s5 filmed, and be planning ahead plenty in advance so all of the promo leading up to the release is well thought out.

I won’t rule out Fall 2024. But there are no Friday dates in fall 2024 that ring any bells to me as being the perfect day? Maybe Winter 2024? Or like January/Feb 2025?

The problem is Netflix loves ST for their summers... But summer 2024 is too soon and Summer 2025 is too late imo...

So what it will likely come down to is them trying to be realisitic about their options, and how to ideally get it to match with the setting of the show, which is something they have tried to do with s2-3, but couldn't in s4 (for obvious reasons), and so I definitely see them thinking ahead to try to bring back that approach for s5 if they are able to.

So filming, best case scenario, ends maybe Jan-Feb 2024. If we give them at least 7 months, which is still arguably rushing to me, that lands them in September 2024.

BUT if they were smart they would be realistic and just plan for late 2024/early 2025 so that they don't have to keep delaying... also why they haven't announced a date/year... if it was for certain going to be 2024, they would say it. But they aren't. That alone should tell us they are not willing to make that commitment bc it's not something that can be made when there are so many impromptu factors at play.

I imagine a scenario though honestly, where it takes them a year (12 months to film), so they won't be done until May 2024, which means that they would have until January 2025 to edit with 7 months for that strictly. And that just honestly feels realistic to me to look at instead of hoping that everything just is swift and fast as possible.

Not to mention ST5 2025 just fits.

However, I don't see anything wrong with hoping for late 2024, since as of now I think it is still possible.

But I also think, keeping all of the factors in mind, most notably a potential strike and also them ensuring quality over a speedy release, I think 2025 is something people should also be prepared for as a possibility.

The good news is that we'll know eventually as s5 starts filming and as time goes on.

If filming is complete in 2023 then we could definitely hope for a fall 2024 release. If filming isn't complete officially until early/mid 2024, then pack up your duffel bags bc we're going back to spring break...

[phinnking]

CHAT GUESS WHO JUST FINISHED THE FIRST FULL, EDITED SCRIPT FOR THE AUDIO DRAMA THEY'RE WRITING (w a friend)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[teaandinanity]

So I love the snow (pretty! I get to wear layers! soup time!) but I'm also like 'holy shit no wonder people built houses with the walls a mile thick, I too would sleep as close to the stove as I could without catching on fire if I didn't have HVAC, I have the modern luxury of a heated blanket and it still takes me a solid 15 minutes to get the bed warm enough that I stop shivering after I remove my house shoes to get into it.'

[tommygotwrittenoff]

things i think buddie would argue about after moving in together: buying organic, the tupperware cabinet, couch throw pillows, the coffee maker

[cptnbeefheart]

crazy eyes bc i got sick of having this ITYSL summer lovin’ skit painting on my floor. didn’t really finish it so much as i gave up but thats okay i think. happy new year more details in the tags :]

[wheucto]

the entirety of BFDI so far is 16:10:39 (hours, minutes, seconds). assuming the average sleep time is 8 hours, then that's a little more than typical waking hours

[roses-and-tears]

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[anachronistic-falsehood]

dude hannibal is like the exact wrong thing to be watching when i am getting sick bc my fuckin brain already feels weird and fucked up and normally i'd be like yeah this is cool but now i'm like i can't walk downstairs in the dark because hannibal lecter will be. at the fridge