#this can be considered part of my social media series but i still plan to make another instagram style set per solo album/era!
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SKI TRIP .. part one ⠀,⠀ chrismd.
synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything.
warnings: gn!reader, drinking, series
authors note: a chrismd series! this isn’t my favorite piece of writing of all time, but i just needed to push out more chris content for myself and the other chris girlies out there. consider this little series my petition to be your favorite chrismd writer <3 thank you to @imredjack for the idea xx
THE FLIGHT TO FRANCE WAS A BREEZE: no turbulence, no boarding issues — you couldn’t have been more lucky. the crisp, cold air coveted your skin like a blanket as you exited the airport, scanning your new surroundings. even though you lived in europe and traveled around surrounding areas, you had never been to france. you liked the uk — if it were up to you, you’d never leave forever, though a holiday was pleasant once in awhile.
“bonjour,” you were greeted by your friend, george clarke, who spoke thickly with a fake french accent. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he spoke. you were surprised to find yourself in the position you were in. you didn’t know that helping george plan a trip with your mutual friends would result in you being invited. you had known this group of boys for years. being a friend of george’s since primary school, you became a videographer for him once he started his youtube career. because of this, you had become close with the others; the arthur’s, harry, will — the list went on. with your experience with social media, you had been a help to all of them with occasionally manning the camera. “comment vas-tu en cette belle soirée?” the teasing back from you made george roll his eyes. “ok — ok, i dont know that much!” as you laughed at his response, you found your thoughts slipping. the first glimpse you had seen of the french alps were gorgeous, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward. as you scanned around, george and arthur in view, your eyes landed on chris. christopher dixon was something else. if it was up to him, you wouldn’t have been invited on this trip. but it was up to his best mate, george, and what george said goes.
chris was not fond of you in anyway possible and you were not fond of him. nothing particular had happened between you two, but the hateful tension always remained. you had heard from the other boys that chris hadn’t talked the best of you; always commenting on your clothing style and such in odd ways; but you didn’t let that bother you. instead, trying to keep the bond strong between all your friends, you never confronted him about it — the pity feelings you had between each other were mutual. piling into the taxi that would take you to your hotel, you sat yourself next to arthurtv who greeted you with a smile. you were far more fond of arthur and george and that thought made you mentally pray you’d be roommates with them for the holiday.
the taxi came to a stop, the driver tipping his hat at you as you slipped a fiver into his tip cup. once again the new feelings of the french air tickled your skin as you exited, george handing you your luggage that he had pulled out of the trunk. “alright,” george pulled out several room keys from his pocket, preparing to distribute them among the others. “this one’s for arthur(tv) and i — harry and arthur,” george handed harry the room key, “and chris and y.n—“ a cheeky smile formed on his face, making your eyes twitch. george knew that you and chris despised each other — you knew him rooming you with chris was all apart of some fucked up plan. “thanks—“ you were short as you snatched the key out of his hand. “can i room with arthur instead? please?“ that jersey accent had almost made you vomit as he spoke. “be nice to them, ok? c’mon, you both have a lot in common and i’m sure by the end of this trip you’ll be good friends!” george didn’t sound so sure of his words, he just hoped and prayed chris would give you the benefit of a doubt and not kill you.
you trudded your way up the stairs, reading the room numbers on the door as you and chris approached yours. you couldn’t help but mentally curse george for what he had done; later you were sure to say something to him, but for now you just had to make this work. you inserted the key into the door, twisting the doorknob. to your dismay, the door did not open and you found yourself standing there somehow even more stupid in-front of chris. before you could go to try the doorknob one more time, chris grumbled, nudging you out of the way as he twisted the doorknob. to your frustration, it opened with the first turn. “it’s really not that hard, innit?” chris opened the door as he spoke. “look — can we please just spare each other a bloody second? ok, we’re on holiday, yeah? we’re supposed to relax. i think me and you can lay off each for a week.” you didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, causing chris to stop dead in his tracks as he stepped into the room. “ok, yeah sure, but if you so much as set me off one time, this isn’t going to be easy for us.” you didn’t know what he truly meant, but you didn’t care. you pushed yourself passed chris and fully into the room, this time you being the one to stop dead in your tracks. “are you fucking kidding me right now? do you see this? those fucking basterds,” to your surprise, and chris’ as well, there was only one bed. you practically vomited at the thought of having to share a space with him and a bed was even worse. “is this your doing?” you couldn’t help but be even more irritated by his words. “really? you think i’d arrange this? why don’t you ask the boys? maybe they think you fancy me or something and are doing you a favor.” you had seemingly set chris off, but he tried to contain himself. “you wanna know what? you can sleep on the chair, i’ll sleep on the bed — problem solved.” he walked himself into the room, placing his luggage onto the bed. “yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes. “why can’t we just share the bed? we’ll have separate blankets — everything will be fine as long as you don’t touch me.” you spoke. chris shot you a glare, pulling his luggage off the bed, now placing it on the floor. “fine, but just this once.”
you had seemingly sorted out the room problem with chris, but that did not stop you from scolding george later that night at dinner. “why’d you do that? are you trying to ruin this holiday?” your words were more playful as you tried not to upset george — more issues were the last thing you needed right now. “im doing you a favor, ok? this will be good for all of us. you’ll finally work things out with him and then we’ll all be best mates.” he tried to laugh through your frustration, which only made him nervous about what he had done. “if this only makes things worse, i know who to blame.” “—blame me too!” you look over at harry whose normal resting face was replaced with a big grin. “you cheeky basterd.” was all you managed to get out before the waiter came over with the check.
the night had passed swiftly. you and chris had went the rest of the night without communicating much, which was good for the both of you. chris and yourself entered your shared hotel room, slightly drunk as you sat down on the bed. “remember our deal — we each get our own side of the bed.” he spoke, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side. you found yourself staring at him a bit too long; studying each line of his abs. as much as you hated chris, you acknowledged he was good looking, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. unfortunately chris seemed to notice this, which caused him to furrow his brows. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” his teasing made you roll your eyes — you were sure not to fall for it. “in your dreams.” you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you think this way, but you hoped it was. even though you should have looked away, you studied chris carefully as he put on a clean top. shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you reminded yourself of the distaste you had for him — the way he’d say odd things about you behind your back, the way he couldn’t stand to even be in your presence. you found yourself calming back into your little world where a pleasent thought of chris did not exist.
once it came time to sleep, you could see the disgust on chris’ face as he climbed into your shared bed. as much as you hated you had to be in the same vicinity as him, you didn’t think it was the biggest deal in the world. “do you snore?” he asked, as he pulled the blanket over his legs. “nope, i bet you do.” chris rolled his eyes, a slight huff escaping his lips as he rolled over, his back facing you. you took this as a sign turn off the beside lamp and get yourself situated to sleep. no thoughts of sharing a bed with chris bothered you as you drifted off to sleep.
“so, how was last night?” george asked you, a teasing manner slipping from his lips even though he tried to contain himself. “what? you think we’re just going to fuck and get over things? you’re sick.” you weren’t completely serious, or mad at george, but you wanted him to know his little plan wouldn’t work out as well he thought it would. you scooped yourself some eggs from the hotel’s breakfast, grabbing yourself a fork before sitting down next to harry. similar to george, he began to bombard you with questions. “didn’t make up yet?” he raised his eyebrows, pulling a scoop of hash-browns to his mouth as he took a bite. “no, and unlike george, i don’t think it’s going to happen.” “why can’t you guys just fuck already?” your eyes darted over the table, raising an eyebrow at arthur’s sudden proposal. you practically spit out your bite of eggs at his words. “cmon, don’t laugh. you have so much sexual tension, we can all feel it.” you laughed. you had noticed chris glancing at you plenty of times before, shifting his eyes away the second you noticed. you noticed how he’d tease you — but again, you just expected it was because of his distaste for you. “oh sure,” you added sarcastically, taking a sip of apple juice as chris joined the table. you mentally prayed not another word would be said in that conversation, especially because chris was now present. “so,” arthur hill began to speak, setting his fork down next to his plate, “what’s the plan for today, georgie?”“well, we’re going to hit the slopes, of course. there’s also this little gig playing tonight at one of the hotels pubs — i was thinking we could go to that.” george responded. “good, i could use a fucking drink already.” chris perked up at the idea of a bar, and drinks at that, which made you laugh. “what? is having to share a room with y.n that bad?” arthur laughed. chris seemed hesitant to answer, which confused you a little as he was always quick to make you the bud of his joke. “it’s been a long week — well needed holiday.” his response seemed to confuse everyone at the table as george looked over at you, cockily raising his eyebrow. you knew his plan had a very generous slim shot at working, but chris seemed to be becoming more lenient on you — at least this morning. which made you question if chris had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning.
you and the group spent most of the day skiing and snowboarding — you skiing as it was always easier to you. it was a fun day; full of laughs, and you got to spend most of it away from chris which couldn’t have been better. “i dont think it even matters how many layers i have on, i’m freezing.” arthur shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as tight as he could to maintain some warmth. “it’s getting late now,” george spoke, checking his watch. it was now half past 5 and you were shocked once you put together that the six of you had been out in the snow for almost 8 hours. “the gig starts around 6, if we stop here we’ll have some time to get ready and warm up before then.” everyone seemed to agree with george’s idea and began to unwind. once getting back to the shack, everyone undressed themselves from their snow gear and laid it up to dry in lockers they had rented for the week.
you and chris made your way back to your hotel room again, not speaking to each other along the way. once you entered, chris wasted no time in preparing himself for the night — dousing himself in cologne and fixing his curled hair to the best of his abilities. he was one to dress casual, but he had caught your eye once he exited the bathroom dressed in something more put together. head to toe in black, chris wore black slacks and a black t shirt, which had you looking at him far more than you liked to admit. chris didn’t seem to notice as he walked around you, grabbing his phone before he sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room. now having an idea of what the ‘dress code’ was for the evening, you began to get yourself dressed.
it never took you long to get ready — you had taken about 10 minutes this time — which still had chris’ panties in a bunch. a knock erupted on the bathroom door, causing you to huff slightly. “are you done in there? its almost 6, i’m going to leave without you.” you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time before opening the door, meeting face to face with the boy. chris stood there, your faces close to each other. you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as you noticed him studying you. “i was in there for 10 minutes, don’t get your panties in a twist, mate.” he scoffed, backing away from you which eliminated the noticeable tension. pushing passed him slightly, you grabbed your phone and had made your way to the door. chris took his fine time getting his shoes on as you did, which made you laugh at him softly. “look who’s taking a long time now.” “you just can’t be nice to me, can you?“ you scoffed, placing your hand on the doorknob behind you as you stayed facing chris. “i could say the same thing to you — haven’t shut your mouth since we got here. hell, you even objected to being roommates with me.” chris huffed under his breath, standing up from his once seated position. the vibes in the room shifted, but you couldn’t tell what you were feeling now. chris seemed slightly bothered at your words, which had you confused. “okay, i’m warming up to you,” your mouth laid a-gap and in pure surprise you practically chuckled. “i think we can stop being at each others throats — it’s what best for the both of us and the others.” “where was this side of chris when i told you we should be civil with each other at the beginning of the trip? what made you change your mind, huh?” before chris could even think of a response, a knock erupted on the door. to pull yourself out of this unwanted conversation, you opened it up to be met with george. “are you two ready?” he hummed and you nodded your head in response. chris made his way over to the door, stepping aside you before exiting first. for a second, your bodies brushed up against each other, sending a chill down your spine that you couldn’t quit understand.
for the duration of the walk to the pub, you walked behind the others, thinking of the conversation you had with chris. you couldn’t help but be angry at him. he had been at your throat since he met you; saying bad things behind your back, and now he had changed his mind quicker than you had imagined. if only in the beginning he had gotten time to know you, this would have never happened. you didn’t know what you had said or done that was so alluring to chris — alluring enough for him to change his mind about you. you recalled him studying your body shamelessly after you exited the bathroom. but if being impressed by your body was his reason for changing his mind, he was an asshole. “are you doing okay?” harry asked as he walked up next to you, his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. “what? oh, yeah.” he pulled you out of your deep thoughts as he spoke. “you sure?” “just tired is all. i just need a drink to take the edge off.” you tried to work a smile onto your face, which seemed to be convincing enough for harry as he returned the smile. you didn’t remember the rest of the night fully. all you could recall was the flashing lights as rock music played and the countless amount of shots you had taken. you were absolutely smashed by the end of the night, according to george, who was also more gone than he’d like to admit. luckily, you could handle your drink unlike arthurtv, so you could still function semi-normally by the time everyone called it a night.
your memory of the nights events jogged a little when you woke up in bed next to chris; his body tangled in yours instead of on his side of the bed. a warm heat coveted your hips — his arms wrapped around it loosely. hot breaths down your neck made your spine shiver and your mind cloud as you assessed your situation. your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes adjusted to the sun peeking through the windows, the hangover prominent. your heart started to beat faster in your chest from embarrassment or even anxiety. over the past few days, you had gotten used to chris’ company. of course, it wasn’t your favourite, but you had realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought. to you, he was now bearable to be with, but not this close. chris began to stir in bed, making your breath hitch. once he had finally awoken, he was met with the situation you found yourselves in. squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the brightened room, chris couldn’t help but flush red once he noticed where his hands were. a mumble escaped his lips; one of an apology or just jumbled words — you couldn’t tell. he pulled his warm arms away from you, which made you feel naked from his grasp. you sat up awkwardly, sitting yourself up against the bed frame as you cleared your throat. chris huffed a little bit before he began to talk. “tell no one about this?” he seemed embarrassed, flustered even, as he spoke, a red hue accompanying his pale cheeks. you had never seen chris so quiet; so timid. a quick “mhm.” was all you could getting out without a hint of embarrassment hitting your face. a part of you couldn’t help but miss the warmth of his arms, but you knew it was stupid. you didn’t like chris and his new-found attitude didn’t change that. you still couldn’t help but crave his touch again, though. you knew that this thought was wrong, so wrong, but the idea of something wrong felt so good.
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6 to 1 | lando norris (part 1)
paring: lando norris x leclerc!reader
part 1 in the 6 to 1 series
being charles' little sister has its perks, such as traveling to the races, meeting a variety of people and becoming friends with the drivers. but when one driver is offended by your personal ranking, he makes it his mission to change your mind
word count: 5.7k
tags: established friendships, minor social media au aspects, its just a soft start to a whirlwind series also poorly translated Italian and French, this whole series is a friends to lovers trope
Of course you had favourites.
Charles was number one, he was your brother.
Carlos next, obviously. You were a Ferrari fan through and through.
Daniel Ricciardo was still a favourite, reserve driver or not, you made your support for Daniel very clear and would post photos of yourself in his merch any chance you got.
And then Pierre. He was Charles' best friend, someone you had also known for years. He spent Christmases with you, countless birthdays, everything. You wanted to see him succeed.
“I’m fifth?” Lando couldn’t believe your ranking and how low he was. He hit his hand on the table, causing your glass of water to shake. “Fifth? You’re joking.”
You pondered it for a second before nodding your head. Lando took a sigh of relief, thinking he made it past number five in your standings.
“You’re right,” you said. “I am joking. You’re sixth. I’ve kind of been rooting for Lance recently. The Canadian’s wormed his way into my heart.”
Lando leaned back in his chair looking absolutely defeated. “Unbelievable,” he huffed out, crossing his arms across his chest. The pout that played on his lips made him look about four years younger and it only made you laugh as you reached across the table and ruffled his hair playfully.
“Relax, Norris, at least you’re in the top ten.”
“But six!” He exclaimed. “Danny’s not even driving.”
You shrugged and took another sip of your water, “Still love him.”
“Is that why you’re wearing DR3 merch instead of mine?”
You looked down. You were in fact wearing a t-shirt from Daniel’s newest collection that recently dropped. He even had the heart to sign the back for you before personally delivering it.
“I never wear your merch.”
“Because you hate me.”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re dramatic.”
You jumped when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You barely had time to glance up before your sunglasses were pulled from your head and the perpetrator, your brother's teammate, slid into the chair next to Lando.
“Give them back,” you reached for the glasses but Carlos only dodged your hand and put the dark shades on his own face.
He turned to Lando, a cheesy grin plastered on his face, “How do I look?”
Lando, still grumpy, said, “Like someone who doesn’t consider me one of her favourite drivers.”
Carlos had a good laugh at that, “Really, Y/N? He’s not in the top three?”
“Not even in the top five!” Lando shouted, gesturing towards you as you innocently spun your straw around your glass. “Lance bloody Stroll booted me to sixth.”
“He is higher than you in the driver standings.”
“That’s it,” Lando grumbled, standing up from the chair so harsh that it would have fallen backwards if Carlos hadn't caught it. Lando furiously pointed a finger at you and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. “I will work my way up to being your favourite driver, mark my words.”
You shrugged again, “You can certainly try.”
Lando proceeded to muter a few choice words under his breath as he stalked off, leaving you and Carlos to burst out laughing.
“Why do you give him such a hard time?” Carlos asked.
“It’s entertaining for me.” You turned your head, just able to see a sliver of Lando before he disappeared into the Paddock crowd. The corner of your lips curled upwards, “And now I want to know what sort of plan he’s going to come up with.”
5
Your conversation with Lando had slipped from your mind by the end of the race weekend. In fact, you had been so caught up with Charles’ performance on Saturday and Sunday that you weren't thinking about the McLaren driver until he was right in front of you.
You walked behind Charles down the tarmac towards the private jet that would take you two and Arthur back to Monaco. Usually you claimed the seat on the right at the very back of the plane but when you walked in and saw it was taken by the British boy with curls atop his head, you were thrown for a loop.
“Morning,” Lando greeted. He wore a matching jumper and sweats set from his own Quadrant line. On the small table in front of him he pushed forward a small white box as you slowly approached. “For you.”
You shot a glance at Charles, one that basically asked what the hell was Lando doing here. Charles laughed as he searched for his headphones, “We’re all going to the same place.”
“He’s in my seat.”
“This is your seat?” Lando sounded apologetic. You looked back at him and watched as he rushed to collect his things, except for the white box, and he moved to the seat on the other side of the aisle.
You were confused, that’s for damn sure. Lando never just casually caught a ride with your family. But you were also tired and didn’t care too much about his presence as long as he left you alone for the duration of the flight.
You made yourself comfortable in the leather recliner, closing your eyes almost immediately. They would have stayed closed had you not heard Lando obnoxiously clear his throat.
“Lando, if you're trying to move up my driver ranking, this is not the way to do it.”
“Can you just look in the box, please,” Lando sighed. He was leaning over the armrest of his seat, practically falling into the aisle.
A defeated sigh escaped you and you reached for the box, flipping the lid open. If you were being honest with yourself, you had absolutely no idea what was going to be inside. Lando was an enigma. You would have been equally as shocked to see a live frog as you would to see a blade of grass.
But it was neither, thank god. It was a doughnut. And not just any doughnut. It was a filled pastry with a layer of chocolate and cookie crumbles on top, coated with a drizzle of white chocolate. Something that would undoubtedly give you a toothache, but it was mouthwatering nonetheless.
“Chocolate explosion cheesecake doughnut,” Lando explained.
You glanced up at him, eyebrows raised, wondering why he would have bought this for you before the flight this morning.
Lando sighed, as if he was offended you were confused, “You love cheesecake. And chocolate. And doughnuts.” He gestured to the treat, “This is the perfect combination of all three.”
He wasn’t wrong, you did love all three of those things. But how did he know that?
“Thanks,” you offered Lando a smile. “But you didn’t have to-”
“I know, I know, But I passed a bakery this morning after my jog,” Lando explained, waving his hand as if to brush off the gesture like it was nothing. “Just thought you’d like a treat during the flight is all.”
“You know, this isn’t going to make me like you more than Lance.”
Lando’s features fell. Just for a moment, but you caught it. He was hoping this one simple doughnut would push him up your standings and he was very wrong.
“Lance didn’t buy you a doughnut.”
“Lance also didn’t take my seat.”
“I gave it back!” He exclaimed loudly, causing Arthur and Charles to both turn their heads to see what was going on. Lando leaned further across the aisle, lowering his voice. “I gave it back.”
“He finished sixth this weekend.”
“I was struggling with tyre degradation.”
“Not my problem,” you shrugged. To be fair, Lando had a pretty decent weekend, but he still finished below Lance and you were going to hold onto that just because you knew it would get under Lando’s nerves.
“You talk to me more than you talk to Lance.”
“No, you talk to me.”
“I. Bought. You. A. Doughnut.” Lando went back to his strongest argument.
“It’ll take a little more than a pastry to move up the rankings.” You leaned into the aisle as well, catching Charle’s eyes. “Posso spingerlo giù dall'aereo?” Can I push him off the plane?
“No,” Charles chuckled, glancing at Lando who was trying to recall the very minimal Italian that he knew. “Sii gentile con lui” Be nice to him.
“Gentile?” Lando repeated, looking back and forth between you and your brother. It was the only word he could pick up on. “Nice? Did Charles just call me nice? Thank you Charles, I’m trying to do a polite thing for your sister and she’s not being respectful.”
You dropped your face to your hand, “Lo spingerò giù dall'aereo.” I’m going to push him off the plane.
“Y/N don’t do that. Lando, Mate I don’t think bribing Y/N with a doughnut is going to do you any favours,” Charles retorted, still laughing. At this point, the only person not laughing was Lando. “Now put your seatbelts on.”
You and Lando exchanged a similar look, a challenging one. Eyes slightly narrowed, a smirk playing on your lips. He was going to make it his mission to become your favourite driver and you were intent on not letting that happen.
Once you were in the air, Charles got up out of his seat to come and talk to you about plans for dinner this week with your mum. You brought one leg up to your chest as you spoke to your older brother, switching between French and Italian throughout the duration of the conversation. That was common for you two, but you noticed that Lando was watching intensely, probably trying to figure out if you two were talking about him.
Charles noticed too and dipped his head in an attempt to stifle his laughter, “Tu seras sa mort.” You’ll be the death of him.
“Possibly, but that’s what makes this fun,” You swiftly turned your head to face the British driver. “Right?”
Lando held his hands up defensively, “I’m not agreeing with anything you just said. I don’t even know what you said.”
“Then stop trying to eavesdrop,” You stretched your hand out to land a playful hit on his arm. One would have thought you just bruised his bone with the way he reacted, retracting his arm into his chest and inhaling a very dramatic breath. You rolled your eyes, “We weren’t talking about you, by the way. We were talking about plans for dinner.”
“For tonight?” Lando asked, face lighting up immediately. “Perfect. I’m in.”
Charles’ head fell back with laughter as he turned around, leaving you to deal with this conversation on your own.
“No, you idiot,” you stared at him in disbelief. “With our mother, later this week.”
“Oh,” he nodded, poking his tongue out to lick his lips before his eyebrows pinched together, “So what’s happening tonight?”
“Nothing’s happening tonight.”
“So you’re free for me to take you out on a date?”
Charles’ and Arthur’s laughter echoed through the plane and it took everything in you not to laugh as well, but you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. You were also very taken aback by his abruptness of the question, like this was casual, like you guys had hung out outside the paddock before, you hadn’t.
“Lando if this is about my driver ranking-”
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” Lando shrugged, but his cheeky grin told you it was. He reached across the aisle and nudged your arm, “Come on, Y/N, let’s do something fun in Monaco.”
When it clicked for all of you that this wasn’t a joke, Charles stood up from his seat, eyes darting back and forth between you and Lando a few times before landing on him, “No, absolutely not. You’re not going on a date with my sister.”
“Don’t think that’s up for you to decide.” Lando looked at you expectantly. His hazel eyes bore into yours and with the way the early morning sunlight flooded through the small windows, he seemed to quite literally be glowing.
You almost said yes because of the way he was looking at you. A hopeful, boyish smile on his lips. Chin rested in his hand so innocently. Head tilted the slightest bit. How could you say no to that?
You had to.
“Lando, I’m not going on a date with you.”
To end the conversation, you found your airpods and pulled out your phone, making yourself look as busy as possible, even if you were just scrolling through different social media platforms. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Lando shift in his seat, trying to decide if he should interrupt you or not.
Eventually he decided not to. Probably figuring that asking you out on a date for a second time wouldn’t go over well with you, or with Charles for that matter.
But that didn’t mean he was done trying.
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When you stepped off the plane, Lando was quick to take your bags from you so you didn’t have to carry them to the car that was waiting for you. Charles lightly smacked him upside the head, muttering something under his breath about how Lando wasn’t allowed to hit on his sister.
Lando ignored it, like he ignored most signs and instructions. He waited until getting to the car, making sure to grab the door and hold it open for you.
“Being chivalrous isn’t going to do anything for my driver ranking.”
“I’m just being nice.”
“You have ulterior motives.”
“No,” Lando argued. Your eyebrows pinched together and he changed his answer. “Okay fine, yes I want you to like me more. Let me take you out, Y/N. It’ll be fun.”
It wasn’t like Charles controlled your life, but you did worry about what he would think if you and Lando did go out, even just for an innocent dinner. Lando could sense your hesitation as you glanced at your older brother a few feet away and he just nodded and drummed his fingers against the car window.
“I’ll see you around, then,” taking your silence as an answer. He gave you a gentle smile, one that matched the rest of his soft features before shutting the door.
You didn’t expect to hear from Lando until the next race and honestly, that would have been for the better. That plane ride with him was enough. And him asking you on a date? Where the hell did that come from? You understood that Lando just wanted to move up your personal driver rankings, but you were conflicted about that potentially leading to spending more time with him.
Lando was someone you’ve known for a few years now. You were always friendly in the paddock or any social events, you shared some entertaining banter, but never once did you spend time together in between races.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you did like Lando and his company, but similar to Carlos or Daniel, he was a friend. A friend you saw when you watched a grand prix and nothing more. It didn’t make sense to see him on a more regular basis.
Also Charles would kill you if you went on a date with a driver.
Luckily for you, the second you stepped into your flat, all thoughts of the McLaren driver left your mind. You had to unpack, you needed to do laundry, you needed to meal prep for the upcoming week. You’d been gone for four days so god did you need to clean. Basic chores kept you busy for the majority of the day until you found yourself needing to make dinner.
You had just placed a homemade pizza in the oven and licked some excess tomato sauce off your thumb when there was a knock on your door.
This didn’t alarm you. You ordered a lot of packages, you figured this was another one. Or maybe it was one of your friends because they knew you were back home. It wasn’t strange that someone was stopping by.
It was strange that the person on the other side of your door was Lando.
You had half a mind to shut the door in his face.
“I said no date.”
“This isn’t a date!” Lando defended himself, but the single daisy between his fingers told you otherwise. Lando noticed you eyeing it and he held it out towards you, “I passed a shrub of daisies, what was I supposed to do? Not grab you one?”
Reluctantly, you took the flower from him, spinning it between your forefinger and your thumb. Dozens of questions flooded through your mind, but instead of making him stand in your foyer as you pondered which one to ask, you nodded your head to invite him inside.
Lando smiled and shut the door behind him. He had changed out of his jumper from earlier, now in a pair of black joggers and, of course, a Quadrant t-shirt.
You had changed as well, now in a matching cotton pj set that was beige with little red hearts on it. You noticed that Lando’s eyes lingered on your bare legs for longer than he probably should have.
“How’d you know?” You asked.
Lando cleared his throat, “How’d I know what?”
“That I like daisies.”
He shifted onto the balls of his feet, “You have a daisy tattoo.”
Your eyebrows raised due to suspicion, “Not anywhere visible.”
The small flower was inked into your side on your ribcage, just below the curve of your breast. It wasn’t everyday you walked around topless, so you were certainly confused as to how Lando of all people had become aware of it.
Lando knew he had been caught out. He inhaled a sharp breath, quickly trying to figure out how to get out of this grave he had dug for himself.
“Word spreads,” he shrugged.
“Word spreads?” You repeated back to him. You knew exactly what that meant. You pushed on his chest and reached for the handle of the door, practically shoving him out. “Get out of my flat, Lando. And take your fucking daisy.”
You crumpled it between your fingers until the pedals turned to remnants of what it used to be before throwing it in his face. Lando didn’t let you shut the door though, he kept his palm against the surface and pushed it open. You were strong, but nowhere near as strong as a Formula 1 driver.
“Hey, come on,” Lando tried to reason with you. “I’m not the one who talks, Y/N. I didn’t tell anyone, I swear. It’s not my place.”
He leaned against the side of the door, refusing to break your stare until you believed he was telling the truth. You pressed your lips together tightly, telling yourself that Lando was only the middle man in this unfortunate turn of events. You were annoyed, definitely, but you didn’t need to take it out on him.
“I want to know what he said,” you decided, swinging the door open for the second time.
And that’s how you found yourself on the couch with Lando as he relayed to you everything that Pierre had told him.
It was a mistake, honestly. One that you didn’t think you regretted that much, but now you were thinking otherwise.
Last Christmas when Pierre came to visit the Leclerc family, the two of you ended up splitting a bottle of wine, or maybe two, and when the end of the night came, instead of going to his hotel, Pierre came with you back to your flat.
You had known Pierre for years through Charles, but that night there was a magnetic pull that had you craving him. It was probably the wine.
He kissed you, something that you shouldn't have let happen but you were giddy and drunk and it was the holidays so all logic slipped from mind. Pierre kissed you and for the rest of the night, nothing else seemed to matter.
But when you woke up in your bed the next morning, limbs tangled with his and the sheets, you both agreed that it could never happen again. You also agreed that you would never talk about it. The last thing you needed was Charles’ finding out about a one night stand between his best friend and his sister and neither of you wanted to start any gossip in the paddock.
That’s what you thought, at least. Because apparently Pierre had told Lando every stupid detail about that night, including the tattoo that he had noticed on your side.
“È uno stronzo," He’s an asshole. With your arm resting along the back of the couch, you dropped your face to rest in your hand. Lando knew just enough Italian that he didn't have to ask for a translation. “We agreed not to tell anyone. Who else knows?”
Lando shrugged and usually that was a cop out answer, but you believed that he truly didn’t know. “I don’t think he told Carlos. Danny might know. Yuki? I don’t know, Y/N, I’m sorry. Pierre loves to talk.”
“I just don’t want this to get back to Charles.”
He nodded, understanding where you were coming from, “If it helps, I haven’t told anyone.”
You couldn’t help but glare at him, “What do you want? An award for doing the bare fucking minimum? You could have told Pierre to not talk about me.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Lando cowered back into his corner of the couch. He felt bad about this situation, but you also sort of intimidated him. He didn’t know how to help. It just seemed like everything he said or did made it a little bit worse.
He was so tense that when the timer on your oven went off, he flinched in response.
You slid off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. When you put the pizza on a cooling rack, you glanced over your shoulder to catch a peak at Lando, only to find him watching you. You nodded your head towards the plate in your hand, “Did you want some?”
“Of what?”
He didn’t think sometimes. “Lando, what the hell does it smell like in here?”
“Piz- oh, yeah sure I’d love a slice,” his boyish grin returned and you grabbed a second plate out for him. You also grabbed a bottle of wine from the cart in the corner, but Lando’s voice stopped you from popping out the cork. “Oh I’m okay, I don’t actually drink wine.”
You had nothing against drinking alone, but for reasons you couldn’t really explain, it felt wrong to pour yourself a glass of wine and enjoy it in Lando’s presence.
So you opted for a few bottles of Perrier instead. You balanced the plates on one arm and carried the sparkling water in your hand. When you came back to the couch, Lando was quick to take the dishes from you so you could get comfortable in your spot.
He took a bite of the pizza and immediately sucked in a breath as if that would help cool it down. You wanted to roll your eyes at how daft he could be sometimes. It was a wonder how this man could memorise over twenty different track layouts and withstand up to 5G, but couldn’t remember to let his food cool down before eating.
Lando must have noticed you smiling to yourself and he took a sip of water before asking about it, “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing,” you were still smiling, “You’re just funny, is all.”
“I’m funny?” He repeated, mirroring your expression as he saw it as a compliment. The slightest bit of an ego boost did wonders for his mood. “Why thank you.”
You were starting to learn which battles to pick with Lando. Correcting him about your concerns regarding his mentality was not one of them.
“So you came over here for what reason?” You asked, eyeing the crumbled up flower near your front door.
“For a date,” Lando answered like it was the easiest question in the world. “I just assumed you had to say no earlier, for Charles’ sake.”
You scoffed, “I said no because I didn’t want to go on a date with you.”
“So what are we doing right now?”
He had you there.
You may not have gone out and done something ‘fun’ but you did invite him inside and now you were sharing a few slices of homemade pizza. You almost opened a bottle of wine.
“This isn’t a date,” it was a piss poor argument, but it was all you could come up with.
“Agree to disagree,” Lando looked pleased with himself. “And I don’t see Lance showing up at your door, with a flower, wanting to hang out with you.”
“Maybe because Lance lives in Montreal,” you retorted. “And he also has a girlfriend.”
“So why do you like him more than me?” Lando raised his voice but there was still a lingering playful understone.
“He’s a better driver,” you took another bite of pizza, ignoring the way Lando was staring at you like you offended the last five generations of his family. When you finally looked up, you rolled your eyes at his dumbstruck expression, covering your mouth with your hand as you finished chewing. “Lando, he’s literally sitting at ninth in the driver standings. Your tenth. Maybe get some points and I’ll like you more.”
“You’re harsh,” Lando shook his head at your words as he stood up from the couch. For a second you wondered where he was going but he just pointed at the kitchen, “Mind if I grab another slice?”
“Oh, you like my cooking?”
“I do, actually,” Lando chuckled. He put a few more slices on his plate. “You’ve got some good culinary skills. This crust?” He lifted his fingers to his lips, kissing the tip of them to express his appreciation for your homemade pizza. “You should open up a restaurant.”
Your head dipped backwards as you laughed, “You’ve tried one meal. I could be absolute shit at making everything else.”
“I don’t believe that,” Lando shook his head as he returned to the couch. This time when he sat down, you noticed he positioned himself more towards you than forwards.
“Why not?”
Lando hesitated, taking a breath before answering, “I don’t think it's possible for you to be shit at anything. If you have the same determination as Charles, which I think you do, it’s probably safe to say that when you put your mind to something, you excel.”
It was a nice compliment, but you didn’t let his words affect you the way he would have hoped.
“You’re still sixth in my ranking.”
“For now.”
“Forever.”
Lando opened his mouth only for his jaw to immediately close. You straightened up and nudged his foot with yours.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Whatever you were about to say”
“I forgot,” Lando shrugged it off, but you knew he was lying. He had a horrible poker face. It also didn’t help that he quickly scarfed down the rest of his pizza and stood up, avoiding this conversation.
You watched as he walked to the kitchen and turned the tap on to start washing the single dish he used. You braced your arm over the back of the couch, “Just leave it, I can clean it later.”
His jaw dropped in fake astonishment, “Leave it? I was raised better than that. You fed me, I can clean. Equal trade.”
“Lando-
“Shut up Y/N, let me do the dishes.” He then moved to grab a few cutting boards and other utensils you used and left out.
You weren’t sure what was going through his mind as he cleaned up your mess. You just watched, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Lando.
This was his first time at your place, so it took a while for him to figure out where you kept your dish rags and soap, but it was entertaining watching as he navigated through your cupboards and drawers.
After a few minutes, he wiped his hands on his pants and made his way towards the back of the couch. You stared up at him, but instantly regretted that as he flicked his hand in front of your face. A few stray drops of water landed on your cheeks and you pushed on his abdomen.
“Oh you asshole,” you wiped your face as Lando only laughed and grabbed your now empty plate. You followed him to the kitchen this time though, nudging your hip against his so he would move out of the way for you to grab a towel.
“You could always hire me as a dishwasher if being a driver doesn’t work out for me,” Lando suggested.
"One, I'm not opening up a restaurant," you started, hearing a scoff from Lando. "Two, hiring you would mean I have to see you all the time."
"That's not so bad."
You didn't answer, relying on your judgmental eyeroll and pursed lips to get the message across. Lando snatched another towel from the drawer and rolled it up, snapping it against your bare forearm.
"Ouch," you hissed at him, grabbing the spot that had just been hit. Now it was Lando's turn to roll his eyes.
He pushed your hand out of the way and brushed his thumb against the faint red mark on your arm that would certainly disappear within the next ten minutes. You may have reacted dramatically.
Okay, you definitely did. You grew up with three older brothers. A little roughhousing was not going to be the end of you. Lando knew this.
"Oh you're fine," he assured you, his fingers lingering on your skin longer than they needed to before he turned back around.
You wiped down the counter and Lando grabbed a few dishes that had been sitting in the drying rack. As he turned around, he placed his hand on your waist to gently move you out of the way so he could put the plates in the cupboard. A much nicer gesture compared to you just pushing against his side earlier.
Even though this was the first time Lando was visiting your flat, you two managed to fall into a pretty good flow as you finished cleaning up your kitchen. What started as just picking up after dinner turned into tidying everything else up.
Conversation flowed as well. He didn’t bring up your driver ranking, he asked what your plans were this week. He asked about any upcoming modelling projects you had lined up. He wanted to know if you’d be at the next race and he seemed excited when your answer was yes.
Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed of the two of you just standing in your kitchen, talking. It was easy to talk to someone who made you laugh every five minutes and Lando just didn’t seem to have an excuse to leave, so he didn’t.
This was the most amount of time you had ever spent with the British driver.
And you didn’t hate it.
It wasn’t until a yawn slipped out as Lando was talking did you both realise what time it was. Lando pulled out his phone at the same time you did. Either you put it on silent and didn’t notice or you had just been too engrossed with Lando and your conversation to notice that Charles had texted you a number of times.
“Everything okay?” Lando asked, noticing your expression.
You briefly skimmed the messages, but then decided you didn’t want to deal with your brother right now, “Yeah just Charles. I’ll call him back in the morning.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to ignore-”
You raised a hand to stop him mid-apology, “Don’t apologise, really.” You glanced around your pristine kitchen before your eyes landed on his, momentarily asking yourself why you turned him down in the first place. “Tonight was…weirdly fun. Even though you showed up unannounced and I found out Pierre told half the grid that we hooked up.”
Lando clenched his jaw and inhaled a sharp breath, “Yeah, sorry about that. Not about showing up unannounced, I don’t regret that, but about the whole Pierre thing.”
Leave it to Lando to not feel any bit of remorse for crashing your do-nothing plans after you rejected a date with him.
You walked him to the front door and leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, watching to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He then looked down at the flower right next to his feet.
“Sorry,” you muttered. You could admit you overreacted.
“Don’t be,” Lando shook his head. “I’ll just get you a bouquet next time, it’s probably harder to destroy.”
Your jaw dropped slightly, “Next time?”
Lando tilted his head, that same cheeky grin making a reappearance, “Oh. Yeah. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m still on a mission.” He gestured towards your kitchen. “I can’t believe I cleaned for you and you still like Lance better than me.”
“I mean,” you inhaled a heavy breath. Were you really about to say this? You could already see Lando’s expression turn hopeful and you had to avert your gaze, looking up at the ceiling instead. “It’s probably safe to say that Pierre isn’t on that top five list anymore.”
“He’s bumped down?” Lando asked. You nodded and you could tell how ecstatic he was over this news. “So by default, I’m number 5?”
“Sure, by default you’ve made it into the top five.”
Lando actually fist pumped the air. You rolled your eyes, dragging your hand over your face before reaching for the door. You pulled it open and for the second time tonight, you were pushing him out of your flat.
“Goodnight, Lando.” you went to shut the door, but just like earlier, he stopped it.
He stepped closer, his line of sight trailing upwards, taking his time to really look at all of the details on your face. Like how no matter how hard you were trying to look annoyed, a sliver of a smile still poked through. There was an indent above your right eyebrow, he hadn’t noticed it before and he made a mental note to ask you about it the next time he saw you. He then landed on your eyes and he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his mouth becoming very dry.
“In all honesty, thanks for inviting me in,” Lando told you. His words sounded genuine. It almost made you forget about his ridiculous move-up-your-ranking operation.
“Yeah, just don’t make a habit of showing up uninvited,” you said.
“No promises.”
He shot you a wink before taking a few steps backwards and away from your flat. You watched for a few seconds, making sure he got into his car safely. Once he turned it on, you shut the door and released a breath you weren’t even aware you had been keeping in.
As you heard him drive away, you ignored an unfamiliar twisting feeling in the pit of your stomach. You also paid no attention to the fact that your flat just seemed so empty without him and almost eerily quiet after his laughter filled up the space for the last few hours. And of course, you refused to let yourself think about what would have happened if you did agree to the date.
But you did ask yourself one question.
What the hell were you getting yourself into?
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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 4
Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori
Summary: Jungkook asks to spent time with y/n as friends
Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook
Word Count: 1.2k~
Warnings: Nothing really, Jungkook is just being annoying and flirty
a/n: This is just a tiny bite of the story since I haven't updated it in almost 5 days... oops. I'm spending time at my sister's house for the next few days but I should be able to work on posting more on Monday :)
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Days after my reconciliation with Jungkook I find myself thinking of the possibility of asking him if he would consider working on the game with me again but that would require me to swallow my pride. I'm not really in favor of that option so I decide to wait until he brings it up... if he brings it up.
I could always put up a flyer in the visual arts department asking if anyone would be interested in joining. I'm saying it here and now, I will never crawl back to him, if he sees that I'm still looking for a designer and ends up being interested then he can beg me to be a part of the project again.
Either way as long as I get a new one by the end of the week then I don't care who I work with. As long as they have a good work ethic and their character design doesn't suck and they can keep to deadlines and... well maybe it might be a bit harder to find someone to fit the bill than I thought it would, knowing that people tend to be very unreliable and unpredictable creatures. I don't want to go through what I went through with Hana cancelling on me again. I guess the only way to really try to find someone is let people know about it.
Calculating all the pros and cons of what the result might be depending on my methods I decide fliers with my contact information would be my best bet. I'll just place it on some sort of bulletin board and hope for the best. If that doesn't work I'll resort to some sort of digital announcement. Opening the program I plan to use I notice that I've received a friend request on sns. Pulling it up I'm greeted with a follow request from Jungkook which I find strange but I accept it nonetheless. Soon after I get a DM from him in my inbox.
'Hey pretty, I didn't realize you had social media, I guess this means we're friends now that we're following each other :)' I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse at flirting.
'Last I checked you followed me, I haven't followed you yet' I say putting him in his place.
'Yet ;)' shit I should've just ignored him.
'Come on y/n just follow me, I promise my account isn't some narcissistic blog or anything, plus next time we see each other I want to take a picture with you and post it! I like posting pictures of my friends!' he says and I can feel his smile through the phone and I roll my eyes at the thought.
'You have to ask for my consent before posting anything' I reply ultimately giving into him since there's no harm done with clicking a single button.
'Okay I got it. Hey can we meet up in the library tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you end up spending a lot of time in there anyways so I just thought that maybe we could study together, especially since we taking Chinese together' he says waiting for my permission to give him another place to annoy me in.
'What makes you think I would want to study with you?' I say hoping to brush him off.
'y/n I'm your TA , I've see all of the work you've turned in' he teases.
'What's that supposed to mean?' I ask offended at what he's implying.
'It means that you write like a child. Plus your accent when you speak isn't the best either. I could tutor you if you'd like ;)' he responds, simultaneously offering his help while also insulting me.
'Pass' I say frustrated with his attitude.
'I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I just like thinking about what you might look like while you're responding to me. You probably have your brows pinched together looking utterly offended and maybe even blushing from embarrassment'
'I'm not embarrassed!' I retort.
'Why don't you look in the mirror pretty, I've got you blushing without even being there don't I' I get up frustrated, determined to prove him wrong but to my disgust I see my cheeks with a light dusting of pink.
'Fuck you' I reply indirectly confirming his suspicions.
"Anyway do you want to meet after the class you have after Chinese?' he suggests.
'Aren't you in that class too?' I question annoyed by the memory of him taking my spot for the second time that day.
'No I dropped the class, there was no way I was gonna stay in it and bring down my gpa, I just wanted to annoy you for a bit' he admits.
'Do you have another class after Chinese?' I ask curious as to what he'll do while I'm in class.
'Oh no I'm done for the day after that :)' he sends
'So you're just gonna wait around for me until my hour and a half class ends and then spend even more time studying together? Don't you have something better to do with your life?' I question, confused as to why he would do that.
'Not really, I just wanna spend some time with you. I wanna be friends remember?' he send with no hesitation.
Is this what friends do for each other? Waste a whole day waiting for your class to finish just to then tutor them afterwards just because you want to 'spend time with them'?
'You Jeon Jungkook are an enigma' I respond not bothering to acknowledge his continued efforts to establish a friendship with me for some odd reason.
'Thank you? Anyways what's your answer pretty?' he prods, not satisfied with my evasion of his proposition.
'First off stop calling me that, second I'll be there from 3-6 are you prepared to stay for that long?' I question trying to get him to rescind his invitation.
'Yep, I'll make sure to clear my schedule, see you then pretty ;)'
I groan audibly at his antics and close out the app. I guess this whole flyer situation can wait until tomorrow since he's given me a splitting headache from all of this. Who knows maybe he'll bring up the game tomorrow so I won't have to make them or swallow my pride, therefore making him come crawling back to me since he seems so eager to spend time with me.
Taking a deep breath to clear my mind I decide to go to bed early to prepare myself for the mystery this is to be my day tomorrow. My days used to be the same week to week, month to month through out my life with minor changes to my class schedules since I've been in college but ever since Jeon Jungkook decided to walk into my life it has been anything but ordinary.
I'm used to scheduling things down to the very minute and that has worked well for me. It's set me up for success in my schooling but also as an adult. My life is what some people might call boring but I find peace in my calculated existence. Whereas Jeon Jungkook rolls with the punches and lives in chaos. My world is in black and white and his is in color, my life is routine and his life is creative. Why has someone like him taken an interest in me when I'm the exact opposite. Why can't he just leave me alone? I guess the real question I should be asking is why can't I get him out of my head?
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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...
#byler#stranger things#stranger things 5#st promo#st5 preditioncs#i had this in my drafts but bc that rumor from that source#i felt the need to post this#i always get passive aggressive asks when i try to explain why it would be valid for a 2025 release#and i get that people just want it#like i do too#but lets remember we want this shit to be epic crazy good#and we want them to be able to sleep and eat and live not on god awful conditions to succeed in that#marketing is going to go crazy for the final season also#it's going to be like every other season combined#and there there's the potential implications of a 2 vol release....#hell we could get vol 1 in 2024 and vol 2 and 2025#idk how they'd do it#but 2 vol seems like a major possiblity#and i personally enjoyed getting to theorize in between#i'm sure netflix enjoyed having hype for a show last over 5 months instead of 1-2 at most#it would make sense for them to what to apply that model for the last season of their most memorable series in history...#so that's another thing to consider in terms of release possibilities#AND THEN LETS NOT FORGET ABOUT THE MOVIE DNA BOARD LIKE COME ON WE WILL BE SWAMPED WHEN THAT DROPS#AND THAT COULD LITERALLY DROP WITH IN THE NEXT MONTH TO 5 MONTHS OR SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN?#or not at all...#we are not ready regardless of thinking we are#which is the best part honestly#we are not ready!!!
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Fight The Feeling Prologue- Part 10 Mistakes.
Summary- After your over one year relationship, Jack ends up cheating on you with his co-star.
A/N- Alexa Demie plays Tatiana in this series. No, I do not think anything like this happened in real life, everything is fictional.
Jack sighed, him and Urban were sitting in his dressing room, it had been about a month since you and Jack had been staying in California while he was filming White Men Can’t Jump. Jack still hadn’t proposed to you, though he thought about it almost every day.
“I don’t know, nothing feels right. We’re both super busy the next couple months, so it’s not like I can take her on a trip or anything. I think proposing in the Bahamas would be special since that’s where we went for our first date, our anniversary, I feel like it would make sense. We just don’t have time, I don’t want it to be a quick weekend trip if I’m proposing.” Jack told Urban.
“After tour?” Urban suggested.
“I don’t want to wait that long, but I might have to unless I can figure something out.” Jack sighed again. “I just hate waiting, you know, like we’ve talked about our futures before, but I won’t be one hundred precent certain she’s going to say yes until I ask. It’s fucking stressful.” Jack said, laughing softly.
“It sounds stressful.” Urban said, laughing as he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” Urban told Jack.
Urban walked out of Jack’s trailer, seeing Alexa Demie, who was playing Jack’s love interest, standing by the door, clearly listening in on their conversation. Urban didn’t say anything to her as he walked out.
Alexa waited a moment before knocking on the door.
“Come in.” Jack called out, looking over to the door, seeing Alexa walking in. “Oh hey.” Jack smiled at her.
“Hi.” Alexa smiled, sitting down in a free chair. “What were you guys talking about?” She asked.
“Oh, nothing, it’s not a big deal.” Jack said.
“I thought I heard something about proposing when I walked by, maybe I could help?” She suggested. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.”
Ever since they started filming together, Alexa thought Jack was flirting with her. Overtime this led to her developing a crush on him so finding out that he not only had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend that he was considering proposing to, hurt her. All this time she thought she had a chance to be with Jack, and she was determined to still make it happen, even if it wasn’t an ideal situation.
“It’s something not many people do know.” Jack laughed softly.
“Who is it? Tell me everything.” Alexa smiled at him.
“Oh, we’re not really telling people.” Jack told her.
“C’mon, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Alexa told Jack, leaning towards him a little bit.
“Fine, only because I trust you.” Jack said. “I’m dating Y/N.”
“Wait. You’re dating Y/N? You know that everyone thinks she’s dating that male model she did that photoshoot with right?” Alexa asked. You had recently done a photoshoot with a male model that was a little more scandalous than anything you had done before. Since you have previously hinted that you had a boyfriend on social media, everyone assumed it was him.
“Yeah, I know. Why does it matter?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.
“I don’t know, I just couldn’t deal with people thinking that my partner is dating someone else.”
“I mean, she told me she was doing the photoshoot, she told me who it was with, she even showed me the photos before they got released. It’s not really something I’ve worried about.” Jack told Alexa.
“You must really trust her. I can’t imagine keeping my relationship so secret. There’s really only one reason I’ve heard of people keeping their partner such a secret.”
“We both trust each other. We just both enjoy the privacy.” Jack said.
“I guess that’s also a reason.” Alexa had a plan, she just had to hope it worked.
“What’s the other reason?” Jack asked.
“You don’t know? People keep their relationship a secret so they can cheat. Either of you could do it so easily. Keeping your relationship so private, always being away from each other. You don’t think it’s ever crossed her mind to cheat on you when she’s away? Or even that you’re cheating on her? Think about it, for all she knows you’re not even on set, you could be out fucking another girl behind her back.” Alexa said.
“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. I don’t think she’s out there cheating on me. I’ve also never thought about cheating on her.” Jack told Alexa.
“Not even once?” She asked. “When you’re on different sides of the country, you could have sex with whoever you wanted, and she’d never find out. Fuck, you could have multiple girlfriends and she’d never know because no one knows about you two.”
“I’ve just never had a reason. I mean, why would I cheat on the girl I love?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.
“People do it all the time. Especially celebrities. I could name five rappers right now who’ve cheated on their partners without a second thought.”
“I’ll admit it gets hard sometimes being apart and so private, but it’s not like I’d change anything. I’d take the challenges we have now over the public interfering with our relationship.” Jack told her.
“What are the challenges that you have with your relationship?” Alexa asked Jack.
“I guess it’s just tough not being able to go everywhere she goes or bring her everywhere with me. I would love to walk a red carpet with her or attend an event together. Or even have her here with me instead of doing her own thing because there’s people here who don’t know we are together.” Jack said and Alexa nodded.
“Do you want to propose to her before your relationship is public?”
“Why not? We’ve managed to keep everything private; I don’t see what the big deal is with keeping the engagement private too.”
“If you really love each other, why do you feel the need to keep things private? If you love each other why does it matter what other people think?” Alexa asked Jack.
“It’s complicated. It’s not a normal situation and I know that, but it’s what works for us.”
“How were you planning on proposing to Y/N?”
Jack and Alexa talked about Jack’s plans to propose to you for about twenty minutes before she had to leave to go film a scene. Alexa’s plan didn’t work out exactly the way she would have liked it to. Her goal was to get Jack to admit he had thought about cheating on you, or even admit that he’s thought you’ve cheated on him. But he didn’t. She at least got the idea into his head, while also looking like that wasn’t her goal by ending the conversation talking about your engagement.
A few days later, Jack was in his trailer alone again when Alexa knocked on the door, Jack telling her to come in.
“Hey, do you have a few minutes?” Alexa asked Jack.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I was just wondering if we could go over some scenes.” Alexa suggested and Jack nodded.
“Sure, which ones?” Jack asked, and Alexa sat down next to Jack, Alexa suggested a scene that they would be filming later that day. They ran their lines a couple times before Alexa ended up moving closer to Jack. Letting her fingers trace shapes on his arm, Jack looked at her hand but didn’t stop her.
“Did you see the rumors about Y/N?” Alexa asked Jack, and Jack looked at her confused.
“No? What are they?” Jack asked her.
“Apparently she was seen having lunch with some guy the other day.” Alexa said.
“Really? With who?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t look at the pictures and it didn’t say who it was.” Alexa lied. She did look at the pictures, and she knew very well that the guy in the pictures was Urban. You and Urban had went to lunch one day while Jack was busy on set and Urban got bored of waiting around. Sure, it sparked a couple of rumors that you and Urban were dating, but Jack knew you two went to lunch together, hell, he’s even the one who suggested it since he was tired of Urban complaining that he was bored and he knew you had no plans for lunch, but in the moment, he forgot about it.
Due to the conversation he and Alexa had previously, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger on the rumors. Alexa couldn’t help but notice that Jack was deep in thought, so she sighed softly.
“Hey.” She said as she moved to straddle Jack’s waist. “That just means what we did the other day isn’t so bad after all.” Alexa told Jack as his hands rested on her hips.
“I just feel bad, you know? Cheating on the girl that I’ve loved for the past year. I still love her, I feel like that makes it worse.” Jack admitted.
“Yes, but if she’s cheating on you, then there isn’t a reason to feel bad. It’s better to cheat then be cheated on.”
“Is it really though, because cheating certainly feels worse than being cheated on.”
“At least if you find out she is cheating on you, it’s not like you are fully committed to her anymore.” Alexa said.
“But I should be. I was. I never thought about cheating until it happened.” Jack admitted. The first time Jack and Alexa had sex, Jack wasn’t thinking, it was an in the moment thing where one thing led to another, and it happened. You and Jack had gotten into a fight the night before, essentially your first serious fight, and Alexa said just the right thing the next day.
“Right now, let’s just forget about her.” Alexa said, reaching down into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring box Jack had been bringing with him to set so you didn’t find the ring when he wasn’t home, and placed it on a nearby table. Alexa leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she pressed her lips to his. “We got 45 minutes until we need to be on set, and I can think of a lot better ways to spend that time then talking about Y/N.”
Alexa attached her lips to Jack’s jaw, slowly pressing kisses down his neck, finding his sensitive spot before pulling away.
“But, if you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me to and I will.” Alexa said, looking into Jack’s eyes. Jack hesitated for just a second before he shook his head. “Want me to keep going?” She asked and Jack nodded.
“Yes.” Jack said before sliding his hands from her waist to her back so he could pull her forward to kiss her again.
Both you and Urban could tell something was off about the way Jack had been acting the past couple days, but you both just assumed he was tired from spending long days on set and preparing for his tour at the same time.
Jack and Urban were sitting in his trailer in silence which was unusual for the two.
“Everything good?” Urban asked Jack, and he didn’t respond for a moment.
“I fucked up.” Jack told Urban. “Like, I fucked up bad.”
“What? How?” Urban asked.
“I cheated on Y/N with Alexa.” Jack admitted, leaning back on the couch, his hands covering his face as he sighed.
“What the fuck, when?”
“Uh, like 3 days ago, and again today.”
“I have to be honest with you, that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” Urban told him.
“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jack said.
“Are you going to tell Y/N?” Urban asked.
“I don’t know. I should but if I tell her she’s going to leave me.”
“You should have thought about that before you stuck your dick in another girl.” Urban muttered underneath his breath, Jack glared at him.
“If you’re just going to make stupid snarky comments, you can get out.” Jack told Urban.
“I’m just telling you the truth.” Urban told him.
“Do you think Y/N’s cheating on me?” Jack asked Urban.
“Why do you think she’s cheating when you’re the one who’s cheating?”
“Alexa told me that she is. Or I guess she didn’t really tell me, but we talked, and I guess it just made me question everything.” Jack admitted.
“We both know Y/N would never cheat on you.”
“She just knew exactly what, how, and when to say everything. Then Y/N and I got in that big stupid fight, and I don’t want to say Alexa was there when Y/N wasn’t, because Y/N has always been there for me. I don’t know how to explain why I did it and I don’t think I ever will.”
“Are you going to continue having sex with Alexa behind Y/N’s back?” Urban asked and Jack’s hesitation was the only answer Urban needed.
Jack felt horrible about what he had done, and as much as he regretted it, he didn’t think you would forgive him for what he had done. He was afraid that if he cut Alexa off, she would retaliate and tell you what he had done, so ironically, he thought his best option to keep you from finding out, was to continue to cheat on you. So, he did.
Jack continued to cheat on you for almost a month before you found out.
You were laying on the bed, Jack just got out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel. You had both just picked a restaurant to order dinner from.
“Here.” Jack said, handing you, his phone. “You can put in whatever you want, I’m going to go get dressed.” He leaned down to kiss the top of your head before walking to grab his clothes.
“Okay.” You said as he walked away. You scrolled on his phone for a few minutes, trying to decide what you wanted before you saw a text pop up.
“Meet me in my trailer during your break tomorrow.” Alexa had texted Jack. You looked at the text, confused for a moment. You didn’t think anything of it at first, the text wasn’t suspicious, but something told you to pull up the text thread, so you did. You saw several different texts that made it obvious Jack was cheating on you, more from Alexa’s side then Jack’s, but some of Jack’s responses made it obvious as well.
You were shocked to say the least. The guy you loved, and thought would never hurt you, was cheating on you. You had no idea how to react. So, you didn’t. You wanted to confront Jack, but you had no idea what to say or how to do it.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked, walking back into the bedroom. Jack was able to tell you were distracted by something, but he didn’t know what. You quickly closed the texts and opened where you were ordering food from. As Jack laid down next to you.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lied and Jack nodded softly, pulling you into his side.
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ok ok ok just for fun: if i were to reboot spider-man into the modern era. not a remix, just adapting the 60s cast and setting into a modern one.
A lot stays the same! Uncle Ben, Parker financial anxiety. Instead of Spider-Man trying to get famous and on TV, Peter at first chases fame online, all over Youtube doing stunts and showing off before transitioning into heroics. Mary Jane cameos here: she’s a pretty well known TikTok influencer, so we get an early cameo of her reacting to one of his videos. This leads to JJ’s original distaste for Spider-Man, and his original bad reputation: he’s considered a glory hound, he’s only stopping criminals for the views.
Peter is still the slightly standoffish social outcast/nerd. He was honestly a bit of a jerk in his early comics, kind of resentful and feeling like he deserved better. In the reboot, he thinks he’s better and smarter than his peers. He thinks Flash and Liz are vapid showoffs and he’s smarter. Flash is still a bullying jerk, but Peter also openly thinks he’s better. Similar dynamic to/with Johnny Storm, and as Peter gets over himself a little and becomes more heroic, both relationships soften a bit.
College! Harry tends to be adapted as really “cool” and I disagree. Harry is a loser. He is a rich trust fund loser. He looks like he has it all and is super privileged, but he’s actually really cripplingly shy and anxious and awkward. He and Peter hit it off over nerd crap, and Harry opens up to him, leading to their friendship.
Gwen is really cold and standoffish at first. She’s sort of “perfect,” comes off as a bit haughty and better than. But she and Harry are old friends and run in similar “rich and influential” circles, and her genuine warmth and friendship with Harry is an early sign she’s a nice person; she warms to Peter through him. She comes off as aloof because her dad is chief of police and she’s often getting dragged into the politics and blame that comes from “my dad is THE number one cop in New York,” and she loves her dad even if she maybe has more complicated feelings about his job and influence. She’s tired of having to live with all the assumptions that come with it and wants her own life. She and Peter can bond over having high expectations for themselves and wanting more out of life, despite not knowing quite what “more” is. Gwen has big plans and is very ambitious.
Mary Jane is a huge influencer; online she’s known only as MJ, so when May starts talking about setting Peter up with “Mary Jane” he’s like lol no. He’s heard of her from his glory seeking internet fame days and they even had a brief social media interaction or two, so he’s smitten when they do meet… only to quickly decide she’s too shallow and fame obsessed and silly — she wants to turn her social media savvy into being an actress, imagine! He still likes her as a friend and they get along great, but he’s like yeah, not dating her.
MJ for her part is much more ambivilant to Spidey than she acts online, because… she knows he’s Peter. And, as in the comics, she is not sure what to think of someone who acts so differently in a mask than unmasked. Which part is the act? Slowly she realizes that there is no act and it’s all Peter. She’s highly ambitious but because she feels like all she has to offer are her looks; she likes the adulation that comes of influencing but is so driven because she’s sure it’ll end and wants to get as much as she can before it does. She’s driven by her insecurities.
Gwen dies, Mary Jane and Peter start dating, Harry has his series of breakdowns and marries Liz. Peter and MJ have a courthouse wedding, and around the time the Clone Saga happened… instead, we introduce Miles. (Sorry, Ben). Now instead of Peter retiring and being replaced by his clone, he meets and is initially wary of Miles — after all, no one but him and only him can take care of New York (due to Peter’s immense guilt/responsibility complex). But slowly Miles and Peter bond, and Peter becomes more comfortable with sharing his responsibilities and being a mentor instead of his usual loner self.
Mary Jane does transition to actress in a similar arc as the comics: she tries Hollywood, but realizes she’s only a stunt cast, and moves to off-off-broadway and finds real success and pleasure in smaller, better shows. She is the breadwinner of the home, and still maintains some social media but mostly steps back. Not because she doesn’t still like it, but just because she doesn’t need the constant validation to prove she’s not worthless anymore.
Mayday is NOT kidnapped, and Peter’s new status-quo as a father allows him to step back and let Miles have more of the spotlight, while still remaining an active character/hero. Also because I really like her, Peter and Mary Jane’s next child is Annie. IDK, Peter really does just come off as a Girl Dad, yanno?
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Welcome to the new year! I’m glad you made the transfer without incident.
It is my Duty and Privilege to announce the public launch of a project I’ve been working on for the better part of a decade, This is Jupiter’s Ghost! It is a podcast set in the creative commons CC-BY-SA licensed universe of the Solar Federation. It’s a community initative, written and record by a small but growing group of contributors, which you are formally invited to join!
What is Jupiter’s Ghost?
Many things! Jupiter’s Ghost is a podcast (and possibly soon to be a cartoon from New Ellijay Television) set in the universe of the Solar Federation It’s a big universe against which lots of science fiction stories can be told, and it is my hope that Jupiter’s Ghost is the first of many.
Why is Jupiter’s Ghost?
The simple answer is that I’ve always wanted to tell hopeful stories about the future, and the crew of the Jupiter’s Ghost gets to exist in a world that, while still imperfect, is much better than our own. It gives me a chance to tell stories about how the world might be, if we work together, and how Freedom is a Constant Struggle, not something we reach, but something that we continue to reach for.
Basically, it gives me a chance to tell stories in a way that aligns with my values.
Please give it a listen, subscribe, review us on iTunes and Stitcher and Spotify and, eventually, when Google decides we’re worth indexing, Google Podcasts.
Share it with your friends, consider participating in the universe. Help us turn this in to something special.
That’s the meat of the post, but if you want to stick around I’m going to talk about what we’ve done, and why we’ve done it, and what we’re going to do next.
Like I said at the top, I started working on this thing nearly a decade ago. It before we closed Analog Revolution’s first physical location, before we moved across the country, before we moved back, and moved back, and moved back again. The current iteration of the thing entered the planning phases on the fediverse circa 2016, and then So Much life happened.
Thankfully, I have some great collaborators, and we’ve got it going. So let’s talk about what and why.
Why CC-BY-SA?
Jupiter’s Ghost is creative commons licensed, which means that anyone is free to share it, adapt it, remix it, or contribute to it. It’s specifically CC-BY-SA licensed, which means that if anyone does remix it, adapt it, etc. they are required to release their adaptation under the same terms. They don’t need my permission, approval, or support. They can, you can, just do it.
This was an intentional decision, and one carefully made to align with my values, but it has been a point of confusion for some folks so far, so let me unpack it.
I have written in the past about my appreciate of DIY Media and Fan Fiction, and the need for more creative works from normal people. I won’t rehash those things here, but the gist is that most of our modern collective folklore, the stories we tell one another and use to relate to the universe, are owned by Disney and a small handful of other companies and they use this position of power and control to harm us.
On this, Public Domain Day 2023, I invite you to consider the cautionary tale of Star Trek New Voyages. New Voyages should be a shining beacon of DIY Media. For those who are unfamiliar, it’s a fan series that imagines and recreates the rest of the Five Year Mission of the original Enterprise. It was a wildly ambitious project that dramatically improves in overall quality as it progresses, and it was made possible by the labor, skill, and creativity of a huge community of people.
and in 2016, Paramount decided it was illegal.
This is their prerogative as the owners of the “Intellectual Property” that is Star Trek under modern copyright law, but it stung. It stung even more when I discovered recently that there were Three finished episodes in post production and Crew on set Filming another episode when they ruling was handed down. Those episodes will never be released, they are lost, they are empty space in history. We are terrible stewards of history and Copyright makes it worse.
Now, I can imagine many of those reading this rolling their eyes at the idea that something of value was lost here. “Don’t want your project to be shut down? Don’t use someone else’s IP!” I can imagine you saying, and if our Copyright system was at all sensible, I could understand that argument, but it isn’t. Our copyright terms are too long, and they’re stifling and restrictive.
So, here’s Jupiter’s Ghost. Here’s The Solar Federation. Here’s a big open universe with Spaceships and Aliens and history and a future, in to which any number of stories can be positioned. You can use it however you want, as long as you credit us, and give back to the commons.
Now yes, it’s wildly optimistic to think that anything like Star Trek New Voyages would ever exist for our little old podcast, but it’s legal, it’s allowed, it’s possible, and it’s encouraged. That’s a better model for how copyright might exist and it’s a way we can live our values while producing media that reflects what we believe.
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TIME TO UPLOAD MORE THINGS~~~~~~~~ because I’ve been on a roll with posting my drawings lately
I was practicing with the Tender Trio during my long break, and it was real good. For a long while before I even went on that break, I was enamoured by a user’s art for a TTTE/Land of the Lustrous crossover and thought it was a really good idea! In fact, it’s been so good at getting my creative juices flowing that I kinda want to keep going with it. I’ve fallen in love with this concept hard, and there’s just no stopping now. So while I go through my likes, I’m going to upload what I have been making so far for my new Thomas au, to empty out everything before I pack off for a different social media thing. Apologies, but for as much as things have picked up, other things from here have hurt me one too many times and I’m not forgetting what kind of damage that wrought to my overall health, so...it’s safer for me to head somewhere else. I have a couple of places in mind that shouldn’t be too hard for you guys to visit though. Will keep posted for the links. (UPDATE: Deviantart the good ol boi, and possibly Gaiaonline and a general free image hosting site buT WITH COMMENTS :D I might also consider FF.net or AO3 too!)
But for now, I am SUPER HAPPY with how my boys turned out! So fine. I said I’d get James’ nose right, didn’t I? And Rosie too, I’m so happy to draw one of the girls! BUT OH NO...I didn’t colour in her other glove. Ugh well I might edit this post later for the fix, but I just want to get the commentary out of the way. Some parts of the poses on the main four I wish turned out better, but the basic form is there and I got the mood I wanted in it. AND THE HAIR. I AM SO GLAD THE HAIR TURNED OUT RIGHT. IT WAS TOUGH BUT IT TURNED OUT THE RIGHT WAY. I REALLY LOVE DOING HAIR LIKE THIS AAHHHHHHH
it can go so wrong sometimes with ink, it’s very hard to do without the right control. so the fact that the gloss turned out even a little in the direction I wanted is a total victory for me! Maybe I might try to make Henry’s hair a little deeper green, as there’s a plot reason for that.
And I am really sorry if anyone was expecting me to go further with my canon renditions, but I think I just got too ambitious with the costume designs! They got elaborate and I’ve always enjoyed being meticulous with details and accuracy, which I liked...but then it got hard to manage and recreate for other pieces, so it was kind of like I shot myself in the foot but was too happy about it to notice the wound. Whoops. Drawin trains is harddddd
I will finish up those pieces so they’re not going to be left incomplete, and I did get Duck and Diesel underway(!), so those pieces will be made sometime soon too. Moving forward, there’s just gonna be a lot of train gems in black suits, but I’ve still planned unique designs for them all anyway. It won’t look too samey. It is going to be really fun! I have writing too! It almost feels like I’m making railway series stories, but with HnK it is wild
Gordon and James are just...*chef’s kiss* I have so many ideas for these two and they are looking so hawtie rn, they definitely came out as the best gem renditions so far. I’m so proud of myself for designing the leg pattern on James, that’s another plot related thing but it’s so on brand for him! In this au, their names (from left to right in the front) are BlueDiamond - mohs 10, Red Zircon - mohs 9.5 (and if you notice, the black I added for his hair is supposed to be Painite, which is why he’s not at a 10), Verdelite - mohs 7.5 (but he’s going to be fixed up with another type that bumps his mohs up BUT I CAN’T SAY YET rhrhhhh), PinkTourmaline - mohs 7. Now who’s in the back? There’s a couple you might be able to guess, but the other one won’t be familiar. Who’s who?
well I just want to save the surprises for later. Expect more to come soon!
#oh boy another long post#and some fancy new art#or at least only a few months old art#I wish I could remember the name of the person who first made Thomas and friends as gems that would be more helpful#ttte#houseki no kuni#zomg my art!#get ready for very beautiful humanized trains everyone
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How can a parasite devoid of all true emotions, only capable of emitting false personas taken from culture, consider themselves any gender identity?
Just because he has been called a he, and they have been called they, it doesn't define any gender. Sure, he can mean male, but they is used to define when you're unaware of someone's gender, so you use it to be respectful; it does not denote gender.
It is actually kind of disrespectful to people who are transgender, given that a "funky colourful skeleton" suddenly meaning transgender is rather offensive.
b. bro. I’M trans. i’m literally transgender, nonbinary transmasc, and have identified as such since i was ten or eleven? i’ve been diagnosed w gender dysphoria, i’ve been on T, and i plan to get top surgery in the future! I’m trans. (ofc those things aren’t necessary to be trans, but this is for my credibility on your end)
i say fresh is trans because he’s a very personal character to me, so i project that on him, and it makes me happy. i wasn’t born yesterday, man, i know the issue w the entire ‘nonhuman = nonbinary’ thing, bc, again, i’ve IDed as nb for almost ten years, and i would have when i was even younger if i knew the label existed! i wasn’t the one that created fresh or made the decision for him to be explicitly NB/agender, but it’s very personal to me as someone with the same label, so i’m reclaiming it. putting the rest under a readmore bc its long, and this ^ was the most important part imo
to me, it’s like someone who very closely identifies with mewtwo talking abt mewtwo being nonbinary. is mewtwo completely nonhuman and divorced from the human concept of gender? yes! but actual nonbinary people can see themselves in him, even with the negative connotations (that, again, has been a big issue in media for decades,) and reclaim it for themselves. it’s different than someone who isn’t trans or nb calling an alien or robot character nb, because we have the genuine lived experience, and if it makes us happy to do so, especially with such few nb characters in non-niche media that ARE actually human/aren’t some boy/girl fusion, i, personally, don’t see much of a problem with it.
i don’t joke about fresh being nonbinary because he’s a ‘funky colorful skeleton,’ i do it because 1. he’s a character that’s been explicitly identified as agender, 2. i’m agender and 3. he’s a character that’s very, very very personal to me, and it makes me happy to project my experience on him. obviously, he’s not trans, he’s a body-hopping parasite. but it’s something that brings me comfort and makes me happy, man, and that’s why i talk abt it, not bc hes the pinnacle of agender or aroace representation. (which, im also aroace! triple a, etc.)
it’s like how i personally project a lot of my autistic experiences on him, because even though he was never designed as autistic and it would be very harmful if he WAS, i see a lot of myself and my own experiences of completely missing social cues, not being able to truly understand or guess why others react the way they do to things so you come up w 1000 scenarios in your mind to ‘prepare’ before every conversation, and how once hes able to feel it leads to immense constant anxiety, the way letting urself actually feel is so so overwhelming and even tho it’s not healthy its easier to just bottle! was it intended to be that deep? no, but i still reclaim it, bc im just some guy on the internet who likes fresh way too much.
(I’m assuming you came here from my dumb fresh iceberg post, he is actually capable of more than anger and fear after loveball, he can feel joy, love, sadness, but he crushes all of it down because 1. allowing himself to feel those things will get him killed and replaced! by someone better. 2. he has extremely negative connotations with letting himself feel after a series of extremely traumatic events, (somethin else that’s also very very personal to me, and why loveball has been so important to me for years, but that’s another story i’m not goin to go into, esp not here!) especially since it would just lead to a future of horrible breakdowns and 3. his lifestyle and sense of purpose relies on not feeling. on convincing himself he’s still a hollow shell. in his mind, it’s his purpose, it’s the reason he was created. and if he ‘falls’ to the level of all the people he mocks and manipulates for feeling, than what is he?) fresh presents himself as an empty shell, even to himself, but after loveball, he isn’t. but he needs to be, so he lies to himself and tells himself that he’s fine. fresh doesn’t believe he deserves any kind of kindness or redemption. he can’t understand any of it directed at him. hes not just an empty shell or reflection of his surroundings, but he WANTS to be. bc its easier man! it’s less painful! but he cant go back to what he was!
ironically, to me, hes a very human character, while also being so fundamentally alien, he makes sense to me. ofc im not sadistic and i dont purposefully torture people for a living, but! hopefully this makes any sense. i didn’t pull any of this out of nowhere, and i can grab receipts off the top of my head if u need them bc i have so much pointless fresh lore memorized down to the wording (like how i remembered the wording for one of the asks was agendered instead of agender, it’s that bad. i have the Burden of knowledge)
#this was definitely an ask to wake up to!#the phrase ‘disrespectful to people who are transgender’ set me off and i got carried away#because i’m openly trans! i have he/they pronouns in my desc and ive talked abt bein agender before but im assuming anon had just found my#blog n assumed the worst. which is why im choosin to believe this had good intentions behind it#i got really carried away but hopefully i articulated myself ok ive been very tired lately#idk hopefully any of it makes sense but its smth very personal to me#this post was brought to u by . Fresh himself but as just a guy now#but w the same amount of issues (JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE /J /J)#first ask ive replied to in idk how long dude Sighs#discourse#ig#asks#anonymous
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I posted 1,105 times in 2022
That's 943 more posts than 2021!
42 posts created (4%)
1,063 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@arthoelynch
@thedreamthieves
@tolerateit
I tagged 164 of my posts in 2022
#greywaren spoilers - 21 posts
#trc - 20 posts
#tdt - 17 posts
#ronan lynch - 15 posts
#gansey - 15 posts
#the raven cycle - 13 posts
#richard campbell gansey iii - 12 posts
#here's how gansey girls can still win - 11 posts
#declan lynch - 10 posts
#greywaren - 8 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#im just surprised that if adam and his brothers are viewed as tethers to the 'real world' that gansey wouldn't be considered that as well
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
its just the way that the aglibony boy adam saw at the store wasn’t ronan, but he remembers him as ronan, turning him into a symbol of everything he wanted in life, the chance to be something more, the personification of his deepest desires and driving factors and likewise, ronan, in one of the most difficult periods of his life, saw adam for the first time and sent a prayer up to heaven because to him, adam was also everything he wanted, a symbol of one of his deepest desires, and for a moment, the chance to be more even when everything else was falling down around him.
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#4
ronan committed guerilla ecoterrorism because his boyfriend didn’t text him back. he’s just like me fr.
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#3
you know what? we may have been deprived of gansey for this series, but she brought him in at the last minute to do what he does best — micromanage. the bitch had like four lines and managed to somehow propose to ronan and adam for each other??? his level of nosiness and meddling is honestly impressive. if they weren’t planning the wedding, HE WAS. i bet he has a pinterest board going already.
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#2
gansey, ronan, and adam were NOT bonded by their search for glendower. they were bonded by their bitchy and judgemental personalities.
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My #1 post of 2022
i don’t think i’ll ever be over “it was possible that there were two gods in this church” and “a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of ronan’s worship into one downtown block” because she was sick for that she wrote them like a fucking hozier song prose and all how is any other literary couple supposed to compare
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Meaning of MHM - Slang Decoded
Mhm is a slang expression used to signal agreement or acknowledgment without using words.
Definition of Mhm
"Mhm" is an interjection commonly used in both online and offline conversations to indicate agreement, understanding, or the simple act of listening. It's the written counterpart of the sound one makes to affirm what someone else is saying, akin to nodding in a conversation.
Usage of Mhm on Social Media
The use of "mhm" varies across different social media platforms, adapting to the unique linguistic styles of each community. Below is a table showcasing how "mhm" is utilized across various platforms:
PlatformUsage ContextSafe for KidsSafe for WorkOfficial UseInstagramIn comments to agree with or acknowledge a postYesYesNoSnapchatIn messages as a form of quick acknowledgmentYesYesNoTwitterIn replies to show agreement without elaborationYesYesNoFacebookIn comments to signify listening or agreementYesYesNoText MessagingIn conversations as an affirmative responseYesYesNo
Examples of Usage of Mhm on Different Platforms
- Instagram: "This is the best café in town." Reply: "Mhm, totally agree!"
- Snapchat: Sends a snap with a new haircut. Reply: "Mhm, looks great!"
- Twitter: "Thinking of starting a new series tonight." Reply: "Mhm, you should!"
- Facebook: "I believe taking breaks is essential for productivity." Comment: "Mhm, absolutely."
- Text Messaging: "We're meeting at 6, right?" Response: "Mhm, see you then."
Origin of Mhm
"Mhm" mimics the non-verbal sound that people make in conversation to indicate agreement or acknowledgment. Its origins are deeply rooted in spoken language, and it has been adapted into written form with the rise of digital communication. It's an example of onomatopoeia, where the word is formed from the sound associated with what is named.
Cultural Significance of Mhm
The cultural significance of "mhm" lies in its role as a bridge between verbal and non-verbal communication. In a digital age where tone and body language are often lost in text, "mhm" serves as a way to convey a listener's engagement and agreement in a concise and familiar manner.
Variations and Evolution of Mhm
While "mhm" is quite specific in its usage, variations in digital communication include "uh-huh," "yup," and "yes." These variations serve similar purposes but may carry slightly different connotations or levels of enthusiasm.
Use of "Mhm" in Sentences
- "Do you want to grab lunch together?" "Mhm, that sounds great."
- "I think this design is the best we've seen." "Mhm, I agree."
- "Are you still coming to the meeting?" "Mhm, I'll be there in 5 minutes."
- "This movie is really long, isn't it?" "Mhm, but it's worth it."
- "We should start planning the project soon." "Mhm, let's set a date."
FAQs About Mhm
Q: Is "mhm" appropriate for all types of communication? A: While "mhm" is versatile, it's best used in informal settings. In professional or formal contexts, more explicit affirmations may be preferred.
Q: Can "mhm" be considered rude? A: Context is key. "Mhm" can be seen as dismissive if used in a situation that requires a more detailed response. However, among friends or in casual chat, it's generally seen as a normal part of conversation.
Q: How is "mhm" different from "yeah" or "yes"? A: "Mhm" is more informal and might be used to convey a softer agreement or acknowledgment than the more direct "yes" or "yeah."
Q: Can "mhm" be used in professional emails? A: It's not recommended for professional emails where clearer, more explicit language is typically expected.
Q: How can I start using "mhm" in my conversations? A: Begin by incorporating "mhm" in casual, informal text exchanges or in social media interactions where you want to quickly acknowledge or agree with something without going into detail.
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hey, i don't mean any offense but your jesus christ superstar fic has got some. inaccuracies.
"eden" doesn't exist in the bible. i think you might've gotten it from the tv series The Chosen, because that's the name of peter's wife in that show. but she's PETER'S wife, not simon's, and simon the zealot (or zealotes, as he is in jcs) is a completely different person from simon peter. peter was originally called simon before jesus changed his name, and in The Chosen that hasn't happened yet, so maybe you got that confused. eden doesn't exist nor is she married to simon zealotes.
matthias thaddeus.. doesn't exist? i thought that was supposed to be a reference to matthias OR thaddeus, who are two different apostles in the bible. matthias isn't one of the original 12, it could just be a coincidence but i'm super confused about that.
why is "The Temple" capitalized? what temple does it refer to?? is it supposed to be a synagogue or??
also like.. i don't mean to be really nitpicky since it's only a fun x-reader jesus christ superstar fic of all things, but large age gaps during that time were really uncommon. the usual age for betrothal were 12-13 for girls and 15-16 for boys.
i'm sorry if this comes off as nitpicky or criticizing, there were just some parts that didn't make sense
Hi,
I have done some research and I did see that Eden was mentionned in the Bible but the websites (which were Catholic and about the Bible actually) might just have been wrong. In that case I apologize, and you can consider Eden to be just an OC here. But I never pretended that she did exist, my original tag on Ao3 said "I think Simon's gf Eden is in the Bible" before it got deleted and I had to write it again.
Yes I am aware that Eden is Peter's wife and not Simon's, that's a mistake on my part (and I apologize again). I probably got confused by Peter's original name being Simon and when I realized my mistake it was way too late to change it. But tbh my plan for this fic was always for Simon to have a partner, not Peter, but maybe I should have picked another name?
I've never seen The Chosen and barely heard of it.
Matthias Thaddeus is a reference (or at least I thought it was) to the Apostle. I know in the Bible they are two different people but in this fic Thaddeus is just a last name. I didn't know it would be a problem since the character isn't in JCS but it seems I was mistaken.
As for the synagogue, I said in the first chapter that you can imagine reader having the religion you want. If as the reader you imagine/want to keep your real religion while reading it it's more than fine. If you want to imagine that you're Jewish in it, it's also more than fine. I want everyone to be included and I only kept "Temple" in the story because it's the word used in the show; it can totally be a Synagogue or a Mosque. I didn't think it would be a problem either. I know it makes more sense for Arielle (since she's an OC) to be a Jew - and tbh she probably is - but the whole "the Temple can be for any religion" thing was mostly for the version with a reader so everyone can be included. It only works with a reader, not an OC.
My fic is based on the 2012 live Arena Tour Jesus Christ Superstar, which is set in a modern setting, with internet and social media. Of all Jesus' followers on stage are adults, including the women, so it's also the case for the reader (if the reader isn't then they might change their age in their minds to be more comfortable if they wish) and Arielle as well. While you're absolutely right about the betrothal ages of the time, it's different here due to the modern setting. In this fic there are still betrothals made by your family (and age gaps aren't rare, as both Arielle and Eden were meant to marry much older men) but they happen when you're an adult. Therefore Arielle is an adult too and I guess I never mentioned it but she's in her twenties, just like Simon, Eden, Peter and Jesus (who is about 29 yo even though I haven't said it yet - but I'm planning to). If she was underage I would have put a warning (even though I don't think I'll ever write a fic like that). But if you consider that the age gap between Arielle and Jesus is still too much I totally understand.
#I just woke up so I apologize for any typos#I hope things are clearer#but I'm dumb so you never know
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This was the view this morning. About three inches here. It melted away during most of the day, but now it's snowing again. However, we're supposed to have temps in the 60s next Sunday. Will that happen? We shall see....
Another week where I'm wrestling with the very concept of doing this accountability work. Today was a big day and a first--the first quarterly assessment since I've started this tracking system. That meant I looked at my planned production schedule and--flinched. Yes, I'm running behind. Not just for the month but for the year. A big chunk of that, however, was figuring out promotion this month and trying to find a balance between promotion, authentic interactions on social media, and writing time. And horse time, and house time, and sewing time as well!
But I got things done this past month. The updated versions of the Martiniere books are now all up, and all I need to do is tweak the back matter once in a while. At this point, I'm focusing on getting the Netwalk books up--and I absolutely cringed when I looked at my Bowker ISBN listings. Netwalk has something like seven different ISBN versions, all for ebooks, none for paperback. SIGH. Yes, this reflects what was considered to be the thing to do during the early days of self-publishing. You got an ISBN for Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble/Kobo because they all had different variants of epub. I eventually dropped getting ISBN for the proprietary Amazon ebooks, then moved to just using distributor ISBNs. Still, I wish I could have had those numbers for the upcoming paperbacks. Oh well. Another batch purchased from Bowker in my future. I've learned my lesson.
Daylight Saving Time also really screwed me up as far as productivity is concerned. However, one thing that is working is using my alarm to get up at eight. Yeah, yeah, that's the easy life of a retiree, except that if I don't watch it, I end up sleeping in more and more, and I don't get as much done.
I am also backing off from trying to market short stories except as a part of a collection. I looked at the rejects I have right now, and decided it was time to hold them for a collection. I realized that I might be able to put together a Weird West collection with my Oregon Country short stories. Two are published; one isn't, and since all three are on the longish side, they can possibly make a nice little grouping. I need to go back through and look at some of my other work as well. If one story comes back, then it would be a good part of a fabulist collection. I could pull out the longer version of that story and combine it with two, perhaps three others for another collection.
The rest? I may need to look at what's SF and what's not, and group them appropriately. I might actually have enough for two separate collections, so...four short story collections, potentially?
Wow. Plus the Tales of the Raven Alliance. One story is out on submission and I may just pull it when it comes back, and use that one for the foundation for a Kindle Vella set of stories before I publish it as a collection.
(And now I need to set up a spreadsheet collecting those stories...eiyiyi).
The Cost of Power is now at around 60k words, and might turn into another Martiniere short series. Or not. I wrote about half of those words in the past two weeks, in part because I had visualized the story to that point. Now I need to turn that energy to Federation Cowboy. I want to get both of those books finished so I can move onto the Goddess's Vision series--oh, and once I finish rereleasing the Netwalk books in paperback, the Goddess's Honor series--incorporating the connected short stories in some cases--will be the next to be reissued.
Plus I made two book bags, one for donation, the other for my projected online store where I'll be selling my small quilting projects along with my books. That's a long term goal. I also made spring decorations and summer decorations--just need to do fall, and then I'll start making SFFnal versions for...online sales.
Busy times ahead.
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hey rocket!! I just wanted to say that I love the fact that you've written for ptg since barely anybody does but I also wanted to let you know I'm considering doing a ptg sm au and got inspired by bittersweet but it's still in the planning stages so do you have any tips? - kinzavskpop
i know it's so hard for me to find ptg content to read hhhhhhh which reminds me that i need to make the ptg imprinted headers so i can start reposting that series
omg awwww im so flattered!!!! the way i usually plan out my sm aus is:
obviously have some sort of plot
if you only have the big turning point plot (basically just what the au is based around) but you don't have the "how did we get to this point" or the "how do we resolve/end this series" then figure out those general ideas
plan out what you want to happen in each part and write it down somewhere (i prefer google docs but some people like to use a physical journal or tumblr drafts -- whatever you wanna use) so that way when you go to make the texts and whatnot, you have something to go off of
honestly it's not much advice for planning, but that's basically how i work to set them up. i also don't know if you want your series to be strictly texts or if social media will be involved but sometimes i can't decide if the story would be better told w a group chat between people or like a public post w comments so that's also something to consider when writing!!!
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Spin, Part 1 | KTH
Pairing: KTH x reader
Genre: AU; PWP (no minors, please!); smut; strangers to ?; light fluff
Word count: 3.5K+ words
Warnings: PWP; smut; oral (F receiving); protected sex; fingering; hangover; alcohol consumption; cussing; sexually explicit conversation; dirty talk
✫✫✫Spin Miniseries Masterlist✫✫✫
Summary: You and your BFF are on the prowl--but mostly you. You find a prospect sitting alone at the bar and shoot your shot.
A/N: This is un-beta’d so please excuse typos! My original plan for this was to make it into a series but...I ended up scrapping that idea. Now it's just a plain, dirty, smutty one-shot. Also, I absolutely loooove the show Insecure--I had to borrow the "Teach me how to hoe" part because it was so good!
❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩 to let me know what you think!
It was an uncharacteristically warm Friday night for this time of year. You and your friend Reina stood on one corner of this bar, drinks in hand while scanning the room.
You were on a mission.
“Girl, teach me how to hoe,” you begged a few hours earlier while you pre-gamed at your apartment.
“I take offense to that,” she scoffed before taking a shot. “But yes.”
Hours later, you’re at bar number 3 without any prospects. The dating apps were getting tiring. You just wanted a good old fashioned random bar-meetup, no strings.
“I don’t know, babe. It’s looking bleak,” you said, turning inwards and shifting your weight on your stilettos while your friend remained facing the dancefloor.
“Nah, you’re really picky,” she huffed out. “I thought you just wanted to get dicked down.”
“I do but I at least want to be able to enjoy looking at his face while he rails into me.”
Reina laughed. “Well…you can always just turn the lights off,” then she leans over into your ear, “Or get on all fours and never look back.”
You both giggled.
“Ooh...hottie over at 10 o’clock.” She nudged you and you turned back around and made a quick assessment at the new arrival who sat along at the bar.
“He is cute,” she drawled.
“Hm. Kinda broody-looking,” you said a little dismissively.
“And? It doesn’t change his face!”
Just then, he glances your way then and sees you both looking at him. You both panic and turn elsewhere—not even trying to hide the fact that you were both checking him out.
“I think he looked at me,” Reina said.
“Shut up, he looked at me!”
“You said he was too broody–”
“That didn’t mean I was not interested,” you argued.
“Fine–go up to him then,” she dared.
You started to back away from her and grinned. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing now?”
You spun forward and walked up to your target, his shoulders hunched over while he scrolled through his phone and alternately took a swig on his beer.
You ordered yourself a drink even though you technically already had one. But you left it with your friend before walking over to the bar.
You parked yourself on the seat next to him, pretending to scroll through your social media, still gathering up the courage. You see him from your peripheral view sneaking glances at you.
When the bartender brings you your drink, the hottie to your left calls his attention.
“Just put her drink on my tab.”
The bartender nodded and walked away. You took it as your cue to make conversation.
“Thanks, that was sweet of you,” you said, swiveling your seat in his direction.
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you here with anybody?” you asked straight away. You were not wasting any more precious time.
“No. It appears I’ve been ghosted.”
“Oh no,” you feigned regret. “Well, it’s good I’m here to keep you company while you drink your sorrows away.”
Your boldness made him smile.
He puts his hand to his chest. “Taehyung.”
“Hi, I’m YN.”
He reached out for a handshake but you gave him a hug instead. The alcohol was making you braver than usual.
“So…do you like jazz,” he asked.
*****
You were both pretty intoxicated when you caught a rideshare. Although, you were a bit more far gone than he was considering you and Reina had pre-gamed.
The last thing that you remember was Taehyung asking if you wanted to go to his place or yours–before everything went dark.
Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling.
As you adjust to the brightness of the room, you instinctively reach over to your nightstand to retrieve your phone to check for the time.
Only…your phone wasn’t there. Did you fall asleep clutching it again? Or maybe you left it in your purse. You felt around your blankets to double-check.
They were soft but felt… different.
You try to sleepily look around for your purse…
You sit up too quickly, the blood rushes from your brain and the rest of your body as you finally come to your senses.
You blink a few more times and realize that these were not your covers. You slowly take in the room’s full view. This was not your room.
Fuck.
You had vague memories of the club…
Reina!
“Shit,” you muttered. She must be flipping out that she couldn’t reach you. You had a hazy memory saying goodbye to her while you walked out with—
“Taehyung,” you gasped.
Did you…? You panic, trying to remember just exactly how much you drank. That dull ache in the back of your skull starts to widen its scope, making its way to the front of your head.
You realized that you were still dressed in last night’s outfit—a dark emerald-hued, silk-satin, scoop-neck, mini slip dress. It was practically a nightie but you had a lot of courage to wear it last night.
You spot your purse hanging by the bedroom’s door jamb. You swung your jelly legs over the edge of the bed and pad your way to retrieve it.
As you slid the zipper, you were grateful to find your phone along with five missed calls, three voicemails, and 15 text messages, all from Reina.
You browsed through the texts and a few of them were all pretty much the same.
╰ Hope you’re getting a good dick-down…
╰ Found myself my own hottie!
╰ OMG…I think my pussy’s broken LMFAO
╰ Bitch, where TF are you?
╰ Did you go to your place or his?
╰ Babe!
╰ I’m worried!!!
╰ Just tracked you. Forgot we were sharing each other’s locations—duh!
╰ CALL ME TO LET ME KNOW YOU’RE ALIVE!!!
The last one was sent around 45 minutes ago. You shot her a quick text response.
Bitch, I’m alive. I’m at his place and I think I blacked out? Anyway, I’ll call you as soon as I leave. XO
As you stand by the bedroom door, you hear faint sounds of jazz music from the other room.
You took a quick look at yourself on your phone’s front-facing camera. Could be worse, you thought. You dug out your pocket-sized makeup wipes to clean your face.
You also took out your little tin of mints and chewed on them quickly—the sensation burning your tongue and you nearly choked.
You already regretted falling asleep with makeup on and you made a mental note to rectify that when you got home but you at least weren’t about to face Taehyung with morning breath or raccoon eyes.
You took a deep breath before opening the door and braced yourself for whatever awaited you on the other side.
The music got slightly louder as you slowly walked barefoot down the carpeted floor.
You glanced over to your left while you stood at the end of the hallway to find a record player situated against the wall. It was set between two subwoofers.
You felt the music’s bassline thumping into your chest.
“Good morning.”
You glanced over and found him standing by the kitchen.
“Hi,” you responded meekly.
“I don’t know what you typically take in the morning but I have some pretty strong tea or I can pick up some coffee for you at the shop around the corner—“
“Tea is fine,” you said, spotting the kettle that he had steaming on the stove. Your body screamed for coffee but you thought it was better not to make this stranger go out of his way for you.
He nodded, smiled, and retrieved a mug and poured out some hot water for you.
You took a few more steps towards the counter and saw him retrieve a can of loose-leaf tea and an infuser.
“Did you want some cream or sugar?” He asks as he sets the mug close to you.
“Uhm—yes…to both,” you said as you sat yourself at the breakfast counter.
He presents you with a sugar bowl and grabs the cream from the fridge and sets it next to you.
“Thank you,” you said after pouring a splash of cream and adding two spoonfuls of sugar into your tea.
He smiles, watching you while sipping on his own mug.
“Sorry, I like it sweet,” you gave him a half-smile.
“Me too,” he says. He then turns around and reaches for something in the cupboard in front of him.
“For your headache?” He holds up a bottle of Advil.
You thank him once more as you take two pills and wash them down with your tea. Afterwards he offers to heat up some hotteok for you.
“Tempting but, I don’t want to wear out my welcome here.”
“I don’t mind,” he said. Still keeping his eyes on you.
“I’m alright, thank you. I typically just take coffee in the morning.”
He nods, taking another sip of his tea.
You look around his living room area. He kept it pretty clean and organized. You looked at the same spot where he had his record console. He had quite the collection of vinyls.
“So who’s this?”
He raises his eyebrows in confusion.
“I mean, the record you’re spinning,” you clarified.
“Oh! Uh…Miles Davis.”
You hummed.
“You like jazz?”
You vaguely remember this question last night but you couldn’t recall your actual response.
“I don’t mind it but then again, I don’t listen to it enough. My grandfather used to play a lot of records when I was a kid.”
“Oh? He doesn’t anymore?”
“He uh…passed away a couple years ago,” you said.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” It sounded sincere and not like a throwaway line.
“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip of your tea.
“So uh—last night... Did anything happen between us?”
He chuckled and shook his head gently. “No. I asked if you wanted to go to your place and you said ‘yes’ but somehow couldn’t remember your address so I just keyed in mine on the app. You seemed pretty out of it.”
You gasped in horror. “Oh my god, I didn’t hurl at you, did I?”
“Nope. You were just out cold,” he said simply.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry…”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I just put you to bed,” he shrugged.
You grimaced from embarrassment.
“I took the couch, don’t worry.”
Could this be any more awkward?
“Thank you. I uhm—appreciate you not taking advantage of the situation,” you said.
Even though you made your motives clear to him before you lost consciousness, he was still respectful enough not to cross that boundary.
“Honestly, I thought you looked really hot last night—“ He leaned forward, his face closed in towards you.
He dropped his voice so low, it was almost a purr. “But you know what I think is hotter?”
You gulped. “What’s that,” you asked a little too breathily.
“Consent,” he says with a knowing smile then slowly withdraws. “I’m not an asshole, YN.”
You blew out a breath. Shit. He’s a nice guy. You almost felt bad for shamelessly flirting with him last night.
The upbeat track ends then switches to a slower, piano-heavy ballad.
“You wanna dance?” He asks out of nowhere.
His request catches you off-guard. Before you can process it, he rounds the corner and takes your hand. He wraps his left arm around your waist to pull you in closer, your body flushed to his as you both sway to the beat.
This would normally creep you out but there was something about it that you found endearing.
You instinctively wrap your hands around his neck. You weren’t much of a slow-dancer. Just imagine it like prom, you thought to yourself.
“What’s this song called?”
“Blue in Green,” he says. “Miles Davis wrote all of the songs in this album but…there’s some dispute over who actually wrote this particular song. Some say it was the pianist, Bill Evans…he went uncredited for the longest time until he played the same notes on another song, just a slightly different tempo—“ he stopped himself.
“What? Why did you stop?”
He chuckled. “Nothing. I just tend to get really nerdy with jazz trivia.”
“That’s nice. I hope Bill got the royalties he deserved,” you said.
“Unfortunately, all he got from Miles Davis was $25,” he said regretfully.
“Ouch!”
“Yeah. I still love this song though,” he remarked, while gazing at you.
You looked into his eyes. They looked even better in the daylight. “It sounds beautiful,” you uttered.
“You look beautiful,” he says softly as his eyes lowered from your eyes down to your lips.
Your breath hitched as you watched him slowly dip his face closer to yours.
The kiss was soft and plush, just as his lips were.
Your hands, still wrapped around his neck, pull him further into you.
The feel of your tongue brushing his bottom lip makes him groan softly and gently squeeze your hips in return.
“I like this dress,” he whispered into your mouth before returning to dip his tongue into it.
You pulled away briefly. “I wanted you to take it off me last night,” you said, nipping at his lower lip.
“That can be arranged...if you want,” he smirked while his right hand slid down lower, slipping underneath the short hem and cupping the exposed flesh from the cheeky panties that you wore.
“Yeah,” you managed to breath out before taking his mouth again in a lust-fueled kiss.
He gingerly walked backwards, taking you back to his room.
His hands grazed over your hardened nipples that were already poking out of your dress, thanks to the unlined bra that you wore underneath.
You felt your juices already soaking your panties. You were so needy now—your hangover, all but forgotten.
You pulled away again to rid the shirt off him and in turn, he slips your dress over your head.
He slowly backs you further until your calves hit the side of the bed. You lower yourself onto the mattress while he hovers over you, mouth still sealed onto yours.
He only breaks away to plant kisses down to your neck and your sternum. He moves your bra cup off to the side and you watch the tip of his tongue dart over onto the point of your nipple, making you hiss.
“You said last night that I could do whatever I wanted with your body. Do you remember that?”
“I say a lot of things when I’m drunk and horny.”
“Well you did, so…can I still do that?” Before you could answer, he wrapped his lips around that same nipple and sucked on it briefly.
“Fuck, yes…” you mewled.
He then shifts to the other side, sliding the bra strap off your shoulder to expose your other breast and runs the flat of his tongue on it before suckling on it audibly.
He shifts again, kissing and licking your bare skin as he moves lower this time.
You barely register him grabbing one of his pillows until he motions you to scoot further back on his bed.
“Up,” was all he said while he held the pillow by the lower half of your body.
You knew what he had in mind.
You oblige, raising your hips while he places the pillow underneath.
He then tugs on your panties and slides them off you slowly. After he tosses them to the side, he parts your legs open. The air felt cool on your exposed, moist flesh.
Your wet folds already enticing him to lower his mouth and seal it around your clit.
You cried out in pure ecstasy.
“You taste so sweet.”
You fisted at his sheets while he took two more leisurely licks then plunging two fingers into your cunt.
“Fuck,” you breathed out while he rhythmically pumped his digits and fluttered his tongue at the same time.
It drove you insane at how good he was with that. For however broody and shy you thought he was when you approached him at the bar last night, he made up for it in bed.
Your walls clenched as the rest of your body tensed up, preparing for the impending orgasm that was about to take over.
Your hands flew into his hair, grabbing onto the strands as you rolled your hips against his mouth, your core tightening with the need to cum.
A low groan escapes your lips as the wave of your orgasm rolls in, almost crushing his head with your thighs when he decides to prolong it by sucking on your clit.
You watched him as he got up to quickly retrieve a condom from his nightstand.
Dizzy with pleasure, you eyes him while he slid his sweats and boxers down. He palmed himself, teasing you while he looked at your current state—hips up in the air, exposed for him.
It turned you on to a whole other level. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers down to your wet folds while you watched him pump himself.
“I could just cum watching you touch yourself like that,” he rasped.
“But I want to feel you inside me,” you begged while your fingers rubbed slow circles over your clit.
He bit his lower lip and slid the condom down his length and climbed back up on the bed.
With the pillow still underneath your hips, he shifts you closer to him while he lined the tip of his cock to your entrance.
You take your fingers off your clit but he holds then there.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said.
Can this man get any hotter?
Before you could process it, he slowly entered you, your jaw slackening further with every inch.
When he bottomed out, your walls trembled around him.
“You’re so tight, for me. You okay?”
He wanted to make sure that you were adjusting nicely to his girth.
When you nodded, he began with long, slow pumps. The ache turning into pleasure with every stroke.
He picked up the pace when he sees a layer of your juices coating him while your fingers worked your clit.
“You’re so wet. God, you feel so good,” he moaned.
You whimpered at his praises while he dug his fingers onto your hips, railing deeper into you.
And my god, he was so deep…
“Got another one for me, hm?” He asked while keeping his thrusts at an even pace.
You usually hated when guys talked dirty in bed. It distracted you from reaching your peak, if you were being honest.
But something about his voice…that soft but sexy, deep drawl…kept bringing you closer to the edge.
“I’m…I’m close,” you whined, surprised by the fact at how quickly another orgasm brewed.
“Make a mess for me,” he commanded.
And you did.
While you came down from your second high, he pulls out of you again and the pillow is gone from under you.
“Time to get on top,” he says.
He leans against the headboard while he helps you crawl towards him.
You were spent but looking at this man, his hair all mussed up, watching you with hooded eyes, biting his lip, it made you want more.
Before you got on top, you unhooked your bra, tossing the last bit of clothing that you had on.
You straddle him while he holds his cock upright, lining himself up under you again. You sank into him effortlessly but now, hyperstimulation was also kicking in.
You whined softly at every roll of your hips.
“I know baby…just slow it down,” he coaxes. As if he knew what was going on, he massages your arms, trying to calm your body down. But you still rode him, eager to help him reach his own climax.
You altered between rolling into and bobbing up and down on his dick.
His eyes, seemingly hypnotized, watching your breasts bouncing in front of his face.
“Hmm, you have some really nice tits, you know that?” He palmed one while his other hand urged your neck lower to his mouth for a deep kiss.
Feeling the hunger in him and with renewed vigor you rode him harder. He groaned into your mouth while he met each of your thrusts.
You could feel your thighs burning but you didn’t care because another orgasm built up inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Gonna cum so hard for you,” he breathed into your mouth while you panted in his.
You felt your body tipping closer and closer to the edge.
His thrusts were getting quicker but sloppier signaling his own peak.
You feel your inner walls close in around him…and he feels it too. He reaches down and thumbs your clit in slow but heavy swipes.
Next thing you knew, you were freefalling.
This one rolled through you in a slow but more potent crash, making you collapse into his shoulder.
A couple more stuttered thrusts from him and he was right there with you…grunting so deeply into your neck, you could feel your whole body reverberate.
After a few seconds, lift yourself up from him while he gingerly pulls himself out of you and quickly discards the used condom.
You rolled yourself to the other side of the bed opposite him, flat on your back, close to passing out.
He laid next to you, equally spent. While you both catch your breaths, you suddenly feel another urge.
With eyes closed, you slowly ask, “Is that hotteok still up for grabs?”
He looks over at you and chuckles.
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Part Three. Ex-boyfriends and Mr. MoneyBags
warnings: ex-boyfriend is a dick, mentions of emotional and mental abuse, swearing
word count: 933 (not including pictures)
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edit: omg the dates on the dms between dream and yn are SO wrong just don't look at them lol
edit 2: added another photo for Karl/yn conversation two days after posting bc I forgot it
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A wave of discomfort washed over Y/n as it alway did when talking about her ex-boyfriend. It gave her an ominously unsettling feeling in her stomach that she was not fond of. She shook her head and pretended like she couldn't hear his voice in the back of her head as she fixed her hair in the mirror. Healing, she reminded herself. Not perfect, but healing.
"Y/n?" Naomi called through the house.
"In my room!"
Naomi appeared moments later at Y/n's door. "Hey, I'm getting food, do you want anything?"
"I'm okay, thanks."
"Oh, hey, I watched Karl's stream from a few days ago earlier. You were so good."
"Thanks," Y/n thanked as she sat back down, forgetting all the disgust she felt moments ago from thinking about her past. Naomi sat on the corner of the bed. "Could you tell I was nervous?"
"Not at all. You were so funny. And George is so sweet. If only I had a friend who could set me up on a date with him..."
"Naomi!" Y/n laughed. "I've never even met him in person, how would you go on a date? Fly to England?"
"Yeah. He and I could work all those details out if you gave me his number."
"He'd fly here just to kill me if I gave anyone his number."
"Fine," she sighed jokingly. "Are you still going to Karl's later?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh. Well.... I'm hungry soooo I'm going to go get something to eat."
"Drive safe," Y/n ordered as she turned back to her computer and Naomi left the room.
"I will. Love you!"
As Y/n looked back at her computer to figure out something to cure her boredom, her phone lit up with a DM from Twitter.
She giggled to herself as she set her phone down and opened up Minecraft. She had nothing to do all day so she decided to start a stream, titling it "chill minecraft?? if any mobs ruin the chill ill actually cry??"
Y/n laughed to herself even though she knew it wasn't that funny. She didn't even bother to start with her usual "starting soon" screen, jumping right into playing.
"Hello, hello everyone," Y/n greeted vaguely as she opened the survival world she usually streamed. She had made decent progress on it, but it hadn't been long since she started it. "Hello. I'm super bored so I figured I'd stream and we can all just hang out and chill out. Is the music too loud? Can you hear it? Everyone type yes if it's good..." she paused as she waited for responses and adjusted the volume of the music accordingly.
She tried to not think about how much larger her viewer count was than usual, figuring it was probably mostly because she had been on Karl's stream not long before.
"Welcome, if you're new! Sorry if you don't find house building exciting, usually I do a lot more chaotic things but I'm determined to get my base done today. I can't keep coming home to a dirt shack."
Her chat started spamming one thing, making her roll her eyes slightly, a smile on her lips.
user3: DREAM HELLO
user6: Dream's here!!!!!
user7: DREAM
Y/n couldn't help but see the few negative comments that passed, calling her a clout chaser.
"Judging by everyone saying Dream's here, I assume Dream's here?" she said with a laugh as she continued collecting dark oak wood and making sure to replant the saplings. "Hello, sir."
user10: are they finally actually friends??? not just Twitter friends????
user16: Dream just lingering we see you sir
"Chat, should I make my real home first or the treehouse? I'm thinking the treehouse but I don't really have an idea for how to do it yet."
user1: TREEHOUSE
user2: treehouse treehouse treehouse
user4: do a cottage!!
user6: treehouse but make it on multiple trees and connect them with bridges
user11: it's so funny seeing bugsy just peacefully building bc usually I only catch her chaos streams
"Okay okay overwhelming amount of treehouse answers," she breathed out with a laugh as she looked around the forest for a good tree. "Thanks sarahnotfound for the ten gifted subs!"
A donation lit up in the corner of her screen and she read it out loud. "Face reveal when? Thank you, Jasmine, um..." she paused, thinking. "I don't know. I do want to eventually but I have no plans to or anything. I'm not ready to right now so it'll still be a while before I do a face reveal."
Donations and gifted subs continued, Y/n expressing her gratitude for each one of them. She had the base down for her treehouse as a large one came through.
"Dream!" she yelled angrily, a laugh bubbling behind it before sighing. "Thank you Dream." She looked away from the amount and read his message, which read, save some of that building for the smp. "DREAM! Why would you give me– ohmygosh. Is this your way of announcing to everyone that I'm joining the SMP? By giving me $100? I can't stand you." Her words were no threat since you could clearly hear the smile in her tone.
She glanced at chat before talking again and continuing her house. "Yeah, yeah, everyone, I'm joining the Dream SMP. But considering I'm fantastic at PVP, I'm not going to be doing much building. Sorry," she said now directed at Dream. "Maybe you can hire me to build something but I don't work for free."
A few minutes passed before a second donation from Dream came through.
yes I did announce it by giving you money and I'll do it again, under another $100 donation
"DREAM, I SWEAR—"
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A/N: part 3 pog! lowkey don’t really like the chapter because it’s mostly a filler but i hope you guys do!! i needed to get a lil bit of background about y/n’s ex but we’ll get deeper into it later on!
let me know how y’all like this chapter!! do you prefer parts like this with mostly social media or do you like the previous ones better when there’s a lot more written??
also thank you thank you thank for all your continuous love for this series!! it seriously means so much to me and i love y’all so much lol
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