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[theineffablesociety]

"Perhaps one day we could... I don't know. Go for a picnic." ~Aziraphale, 1967

Good Omens 35th Anniversary Worldwide Fandom Picnics - May 10, 2025!

Crowley and Aziraphale may not have had their picnic yet but we can show them how it's done! The Ineffable Society invites all Good Omens fans to join us on Saturday May 10th wherever you may be to celebrate Good Omens' 35th Anniversary!

How to have your own Ineffable Picnic:

* Minimum of one person, you!

* Minimum of one tasty treat, preferably eaten or drank outdoors; theming encouraged but optional

* On Saturday May 10, 2025 at any time of day... or night!

Will it be you and your hereditary enemy picnicking on a tartan blanket at a park? Or several friends to a private affair in your back garden? Will you enjoy some cosplaying? Will you theme your beverages, meal, snacks, and dessert with Good Omens themes?

Or will you invite any local fans to join you at a more organized public fandom event?

There's HUNDREDS of fans planning and seeking picnic meetups on our Discord server, linked below. You're welcome to post about yours in there as well but it is not mandatory, especially if you are planning something more intimate. Just by having a little picnic on May 10, you too have become part of the celebration!

DISCORD LINK

https://discord.gg/wJqEsk9tnD

Current Planned and open to the fandom picnics

Check out the google spreadsheet for the most up-to-date info.

Europe

Leuven, Belgium (10am-2pm, Sint-Donatuspark)

Prague, Czech Republic (See NOTES in spreadsheet)

Berlin, Germany (2pm-5pm, Volkspark Wilmersdorf)

Utrecht, Netherlands (11:00am-16:00pm, Lepelenburg Park)

Madrid, Spain (11:30am-4pm, Entrance of the Ritz Hotel, then El Retiro Park. Weather may change Park plan!)

Zürich, Switzerland (12pm-TBD, Platzspitz Gärten)

London, UK (12pm-4pm, The Bench, St James's Park)

United States

San Francisco, California (1pm-3pm, San Francisco Botanical Garden. There is an admission fee for non-SF residents. Buy your Botanical Garden tickets HERE if you're a non-resident.)

Washington D.C. (2pm-6pm, Farragut Square)

Atlanta, Georgia (11am-3pm, Fernbank Science Center. Followed by 2pm Planetarium show "Forward to the Moon".)

Itasca, Illinois (11:30am-4pm, Springbrook Nature Center)

Hell, Michigan. (Yes. Hell. Michigan.) (10am-2pm, Halfmoon Lake Day Use Facility, Willow Pavilion)

Eastampton, New Jersey (2pm-7pm, Historic Smithville Park and Smith's Woods)

New York City, New York (1pm-4pm, Central Park, "We'll meet near the W 72nd St entrance and find a nice spot near there or near Bethesda Terrace.")

Rochester, New York (12pm-ending no later than 4pm, Highland Park, at the Lilac Festival)

Apex, North Carolina (10am-2pm, Crowder County Park)

Seattle, Washington (11am-2pm, Caffe Vita KEXP by the Space Needle.)

VIRTUAL

Virtual - The Ineffable Society Discord (All day, on the #Virtual Picnic thread)

Current Plans-In-Progress and open to the fandom picnics include:

United States

Los Angeles, California

Portland, Oregon

Dallas, Texas

Current Areas Seeking Plans open to the fandom picnics include:

Europe

Tampere, Finland

Kempten, Germany

Frankfurt, Germany

Birmingham, UK

Canada

Ontario

Oceania

New Zealand

United States

Northern Arizona

Arkansas

Connecticut

Kansas City, Kansas/Missouri

Boston, Massachusetts

Southern Nevada

Las Vegas, Nevada

Oklahoma City or Tulsa, Oklahoma

Tennessee

Southern Utah

That last group? At least one person is interested in meeting other Good Omens fans for a picnic in their area. THEY NEED SOMEONE WHO IS READY TO PICNIC WITH THEM. Come join us in the server to meet your new local fave fan.

We shall add more to this list as people organize!

If you enjoy a picnic on May 10: we'd love to hear about it! Share your deeds of the day with some pictures using the tag #GO For A Picnic, or #Ineffable Picnic.

Want to get involved with art, fic, cosplay with a picnic theme? That's also encouraged for any and all Good Omens characters!

AO3 collection archiveofourown.org/collections/GOforapicnic

[kathlare]

the night we met

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the stillness of lockdown, a restless evening leads to an unexpected virtual hangout that shifts the course of everything.

Wordcount: 4.2 k

Warnings: none

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March 15th, 2020 - Merida, Mexico

Amelie was curled up on the oversized couch in her parents’ living room, a bowl of popcorn resting untouched on her lap and The Office playing quietly on the TV. She wasn’t really watching — not the way she normally would, mouthing every line of dialogue like some religious ritual. Her fingers kept wandering toward her phone, checking notifications she didn’t care about and scrolling aimlessly through Instagram until her eyes burned.

She hated how restless she felt. The world had pressed pause, and for once, her calendar was blank. No photoshoots, no interviews, no press junkets. Just… this. Home.

And silence.

Too much silence.

Her phone buzzed.

Charlie: You’re ignoring me again 😒

Amelie blinked, then smiled faintly.

Meels: I literally replied to you two hours ago. Charlie: That’s a lifetime in quarantine. I’m rotting over here. Charlie: Come play games with us tonight. Warzone. It’ll be fun. Meels: You said that last week. And then Arthur blew up my helicopter for no reason. Charlie: Because you ran him over first. Charlie: Come on. Don’t be a coward. Charlie: Alex is joining. So is George. Charlie: And we may have… one more guest. 👀 Meels: Ugh who? Charlie: Surprise. 😉 Just say yes.

She rolled her eyes, but her fingers hovered above the keyboard. The idea of talking to more people during lockdown made her want to shrivel up. She didn’t do random social calls. Not unless she absolutely had to. Her circle was small — had always been small — and after losing Cameron, she’d made it even smaller. Protecting herself felt safer. Easier.

Still… Charles wasn’t the worst person to play with. And it was true — she was bored out of her mind. Maybe trying something new wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Meels: If this ends up being weird I’m blocking you. Charlie: I’d expect nothing less 😌 Charlie: Lobby’s in ten. Discord invite incoming.

She sighed, dragging herself off the couch.

Amelie padded upstairs, tossing the bowl of popcorn onto the kitchen counter and grabbing her laptop off the marble island. She still hadn’t changed out of her hoodie and sweats — one of Callum’s old UCLA ones that hung halfway down her thighs and made her look ten. She tugged it tighter around her and opened her Discord, sighing again as she saw the username Charles LeWhine flashing in the corner with a new invite.

—This better not be some weird ass gamer bro trap.— she muttered, accepting the link.

The channel was already active when she joined, a chorus of voices overlapping until one rose above the rest.

—Ahhhh there she is!— Charles’ voice came through with obnoxious glee. —Welcome to the battlefield, Miss Dayman.—

—I hate you already,— Amelie deadpanned, adjusting her headset.

—Aww, you say that now,— Charles teased. —Give it twenty minutes, you’ll be screaming bloody murder at George like the rest of us.—

—She wouldn’t dare,— another voice piped in, unfamiliar but warm and very British. —I’m the nicest one here.—

—George, I swear to god,— Charles cut in with a laugh, —stop lying to people on the internet. It’s dangerous.—

Amelie sat back, her legs tucked under her as the voices bounced around. There were three of them in the call so far — Charles, George, and someone named Alex. They were loud. A little chaotic. And somehow… not as annoying as she’d expected.

—Okay, okay,— Charles said, regaining some order. —Amelie, this is George Russell. He drives for Williams. He’s tall, painfully polite, and has a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Also, he’s the worst sniper I’ve ever seen.—

—Wow. Thanks for the warm intro,— George replied, dry as hell.

—And this is Alex Albon,— Charles continued, ignoring the protest. —He’s way too nice for this group and pretends not to be competitive, but don’t believe him. He once threw his controller at a wall because I beat him in Mario Kart.—

—Allegedly,— Alex chimed in. —Hi Amelie. Big fan, by the way. My sister loves you.—

Amelie blinked, caught off guard.

—Oh. Uh. Thanks,— she said, voice quieter than she meant it to be. She cleared her throat. —Sorry if I suck. I haven’t played this in forever.—

—You’ll be fine,— Charles said confidently. —Just stick with me. Or not. Actually, no. Stay away from me. Last time you accidentally threw a grenade at our own squad.—

—I said I was trying to open my inventory,— Amelie groaned, but she was smiling now, despite herself.

The banter continued effortlessly, and for the first time in what felt like days, Amelie didn’t feel like she was stuck inside her own head. She wasn’t thinking about how hollow her stomach felt or how strange it was to be home again. She just listened — occasionally jumping in to tell Charles to shut the hell up — and let herself settle into the rhythm of it.

A few rounds in, she’d actually gotten a couple of kills, much to Charles’ dramatic horror and Alex’s encouraging disbelief.

—That’s it, I retire,— Charles announced after Amelie sniped someone off a rooftop. —The eighteen-year-old popstar has officially surpassed me. It’s been an honor, gentlemen.—

—You were never good to begin with,— George muttered.

—Guys, she’s actually kind of cracked,— Alex added, laughing. —And she said she hadn’t played in forever. What a liar.—

Amelie bit back a grin. —Maybe I’m just naturally talented. Ever thought of that?—

—Oh god. She’s humble too,— George quipped.

Charles, with his usual dramatic flair, sighed. —Okay, okay. We need to reset the lobby anyway. One of you invite Lando.—

There was a pause. A beat too long.

And then George: —Oh. Right. He’s not here yet.—

—Wait,— Amelie leaned forward, —Lando? You kept teasing some “mystery guest.” That him?—

The moment of silence that followed was… suspicious.

—Is not important,— Charles said quickly, voice a little too casual.

Alex coughed. —Well, I mean, kind of important. To the squad. He’s just… late. You’ll meet him.—

—He’s usually never late,— George muttered. —Which means he probably overslept or he’s being dramatic again.—

—Or,— Charles cut in, smug now, —he found out Amelie was joining and had a complete mental breakdown.—

Amelie narrowed her eyes at the screen. —Okay, you’re being weird. What’s his deal? Is he like… twelve? Do I have to babysit him?—

—Absolutely not,— George said, clearly trying not to laugh. —Though it would be entertaining.—

Charles made a strangled sound. —I’m not saying anything. I’m saying nothing.—

—Which is basically you saying everything,— Alex replied.

Amelie rolled her eyes. —Okay, forget I asked.—

Whatever.

They queued up another round, and Amelie settled deeper into the rhythm of things — fingers flying, headset crackling with insults and chaos and laughter. For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel like she was trying to keep up with the world around her. She wasn’t Amelie Dayman™, the headline. She was just another player, trying not to accidentally blow up her teammates again.

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amelieupdates: 🎮✨ AMELIE IN THE BUILDING ✨🎮 our girl just casually popped into charles’ stream tonight like it’s no big deal… first time gaming with george & alex and she’s already dragging them like she’s known them for years 😭 the chemistry?? the banter?? elite. mother didn’t come to play—she came to humble the grid.

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f1babygirlies: mother joined ONE stream and already has alex giggling like a schoolgirl → quadcorelando: @f1babygirlies george tried to roast her and she casually destroyed him in 2 sentences. queen behavior. → charleslemonade: @f1babygirlies charles is just vibing while everyone else gets verbally bodied 😭

landoveralls: she’s not even in the game lobby 3 mins and already has main character energy

norrisnation: lando definitely watching this stream with his mic muted screaming into a pillow → jetspressolatte: @jetpressolatte bro’s pacing around his room like a dad waiting for the doctor to come out → ameliemoonlight: @jetpressolatte he’s gonna “accidentally” join the next stream like “oh hey didn’t know you were here lol”

tw1tchroyalty: the way she just blended into the chaos like she’s been gaming w them for years 😭

charlesslittlehelmet: not to be parasocial but this stream has healed me in ways therapy hasn’t → lanlanstan: @charleslittlehelmet I need them all in a house together like the hype house but F1 coded → hotwheelsagenda: @charleslittlehelmet netflix should cancel drive to survive and just stream their discord calls tbh

gamerwifey69: she met george and immediately started bullying him i fear she’s one of them now → alexslostcontroller: @gamerwifey69 trial by fire. she passed.

pastelsafetycar: idc if they’ve never met irl she’s already the queen of twitch quartet → f1clownery: @pastelsafetycar quintet now. sorry lando. hierarchy has shifted.

blushy4lan: imagine being lando. years of pining. YEARS. → doubleyellaflag: @blushy4lan and now she’s calling his friends nicknames on stream 😭 → lanfan44: @blushy4lan he’s 2 seconds away from “accidentally” joining the call

pixel_pitstop: Bro, imagine Lando missing out on this epic squad for a whole stream smh 😭 → gamepad_guru: @pixel_pitstop he’s probably crying in his merch hoodie rn lol

noobslayer42: Amelie basically carried the squad and didn’t even break a sweat, where is my girl’s Twitch channel tho? → pixel_pitstop: @noobslayer42 she’s still undercover but if she starts streaming, it’s OVER for all of us

lanmelie_shipper4ever: If Lando saw Amelie playing like this, he’d uninstall the game and cry tbh 🥲💔

pixel_pitstop: first time gaming with george & alex and she’s already MVP? someone tell lan to step up his game 😂 → charleslemonade: @pixel_pitstop bro lando’s not even in the lobby, we can’t expect miracles

f1shipper4life: lando’s crush was legendary, but ames on stream? new era begins 💅 → twitch_tyson: @f1shipper4life 100% she’s got the whole grid shook, no competition

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Lando’s phone buzzed again.

And again.

And again.

He blinked at the avalanche of notifications lighting up his second monitor. Discord messages, group chat spam, three missed calls from George (George never called), and at least six increasingly desperate pings from Charles:

Charles: get online you idiot Charles: LANDO Charles: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD Charles: this is not a drill Charles: if you don’t join in the next 2 minutes I will personally leak the picture of you crying at the end of Coco Charles: I SWEAR TO GOD

—What the hell…— Lando muttered, tugging on his hoodie as he settled into his gaming chair. —You lot are way too needy tonight.—

He clicked into Discord, joining the call mid-chaos.

—LAN-DOOOOOOOO!— Charles screamed the moment Lando’s name popped up in the call.

—Oh thank god,— George sighed, dry and overdramatic. —We were about to send a search party.—

Lando blinked, caught off guard by the sheer volume. —Jesus, alright, calm down. What’s the emergency? Did Charles finally admit he’s dogshit at Warzone?—

—First of all,— Charles snapped, —I’m a tactical genius.—

—You once threw a stun grenade at your own feet,— Alex muttered.

But Lando wasn’t really listening anymore.

Because then he heard her.

—Tactical genius my ass,— said a new voice, low and teasing and a little bit amused. Feminine.

Not just feminine... familiar.

Familiar in a why does she sound like every goddamn daydream I’ve ever had kind of way.

His eyes flicked to the player list.

amelie.dayman joined the lobby

Oh. Oh.

Holly. Fucking. Shit.

His heart skipped. No — it tripped over itself, did a full 360 flip and faceplanted straight into his ribcage.

—Is this Lando?— she asked, the corners of her voice curling with curiosity.

And Lando, who had just spent the last ten seconds internally short-circuiting, said with brilliant eloquence:

—Uh… yeah. Hi. That’s me.—

Smooth. So smooth.

—Lando Norris,— Charles said grandly, practically vibrating with evil delight. —Meet Amelie Dayman. Popstar. Oscar winner. Helicopter destroyer. And your new best friend. Congratulations.—

—Shut up,— Lando hissed, already glaring at his monitor.

He could feel their grins through the screen. The absolute smug glee radiating from every molecule of Charles, Alex, and George’s beings. Bastards.

—Hi, Lando,— Amelie said.

God, her voice. Soft but bright, like a secret waiting to be told.

—Uh. Hey. Hi. Yeah. Nice to meet you,— he replied, trying to force some nonchalance into his tone but landing somewhere between pubescent panic and man actively being waterboarded.

She giggled.

She giggled.

And he was done. Internally deceased. Fully evaporated into the atmosphere.

—You okay, mate?— George asked innocently. Too innocently.

—Yeah,— Alex added, —you sound a bit… breathless.—

Lando flipped them off through the camera he didn’t even have on.

—Shut up. I’m fine.—

—You sure?— Charles pushed. —You’ve been unusually quiet. Normally by now you’d have insulted my mother and accused George of camping.—

—I was gonna accuse George of camping,— Lando muttered, —but then someone decided to ambush me with an international pop sensation.—

—Told you it wasn’t just another game night,— Charles said, all teeth and devilish joy.

Lando ignored him and tried — tried — to act normal.

—So, uh, Amelie. You play often?— he asked, adjusting his headset with fingers that were suddenly sweaty.

There was a pause. Just long enough for him to consider throwing himself into the sun.

—Not really. I’m kind of trash. Charles convinced me to join. He said he needed emotional support.—

Charles gasped. —You liar! You said you were bored!—

—Same thing,— she replied sweetly.

Lando laughed before he could stop himself. Too loud, too dorky.

He cleared his throat. —Well. If it makes you feel any better, I’m sort of trash too.—

—Lando,— Alex said calmly, —you have a Warzone kill/death ratio of 2.8.—

—He’s being humble. It’s embarrassing,— Charles added.

—Jesus Christ,— Lando muttered, sinking lower in his chair. —Do you all have a death wish tonight?—

Amelie laughed again, and something in his chest fluttered.

Goddamn it.

He was doomed.

—Don’t worry,— she said, chipper, —I’ll carry you.—

—Okay yeah, I’m leaving,— George deadpanned.

—Lobby’s full of clowns tonight,— Alex sighed.

Lando sat back, trying to wipe the idiotic grin off his face and failing spectacularly.

She sounded even better than she did in interviews. Warmer. Looser. Her laugh wasn’t polished or rehearsed — it just… tumbled out. Like she wasn’t trying to be anyone but herself. And for some reason, that hit him like a punch to the gut.

He had absolutely no game plan for this. No idea how to be cool or impressive or whatever the hell he was supposed to be right now.

All he knew was that his hands were shaking and she’d only said four sentences to him.

And Charles, George, and Alex were watching it unfold like they’d been planning this ambush for weeks.

Because they had.

—Alright,— Charles said innocently. Too innocently. —Ready up, folks. Let’s see if Amelie still knows how to throw a grenade at her own feet.—

—It was one time,— she groaned.

—And we’ll never forget it,— George said, fond.

As the lobby loaded, Lando reached for his mouse with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling, his brain a useless tangle of static and holy shit she’s actually here.

He was completely and utterly screwed.

And the worst part?

He loved it.

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norrisupdates: Lando when he saw Amelie was in the Discord call for the first time: immediate blushing, couldn’t make eye contact with his webcam, suddenly forgot how to speak English 💀

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landofthegrid: bro was blushing so hard i thought his camera had a red filter → softamelie: @landofthegrid not the real-time romcom unfolding on Discord 😭 → charleslemonade: @landofthegrid HE WAS KICKING HIS FEET IRL I JUST KNOW IT

f1sluttycorner: this man had a crush for YEARS and now she’s in his ears giggling… i’d pass out → gridgirl69: @f1sluttycorner and he kinda did. man forgot how to aim

wagscentral: he really manifested her into that discord call huh → norrisnation: @wagscentral the power of delulu 😭😭 → crashbandifan: @wagscentral years of thirst tweets and he finally got his audience with the queen

cargirlcore: no cause this is the kind of nervous energy u have when ur crush likes your IG story

twitchquintetwho: imagine being so fine you make a F1 driver forget how to breathe. goals.

f1gamerzone: bro, Lando went full tomato mode when he saw Amelie in the call 😂 → twitchtrack99: @f1gamerzone shooketh. dude couldn’t even hit “unmute” without stammering

misspedals_: you know he’s been crushing for years, now he’s just a blushing puppy 🥹💕

helmetslut: lando not speaking for 47 seconds straight is the loudest he’s ever been → deluluqueen: @helmetslut i felt his heart stutter through the monitor → landoslastbraincell: @helmetslut he forgot how to BREATHE be fr

hesa10butdoesntplaywarzone: this man trained for monaco but not for this moment → chaoticneutralf1: @chaoticneutralf1 he was NOT ready for The Amelie Dayman experience → georgecampingsince1999: @chaoticneutralf1 george really called him 3 times. the group was invested

quadshotlatte: his hands were shaking. HE WAS SWEATING. and she just said “hi”

daymankind: LANDO IS SO GONE it’s embarrassinggggg → landozoned: @daymankind that’s not a crush anymore. that’s a spiritual awakening → georgewashimself: @daymankind he just met her and he’s already a simp certified™

hotlaphoe: charles is the real mvp for setting this up i fear → georgeisanicon: @hotlaphoe he risked lando leaking the photo of him dressed as a banana and it was worth it → alexwassogone: @hotlaphoe george CALLED him. like with a phone. it’s serious 💀

lightsoutandawayames: you’re telling me this is the first time they’ve spoken??? EVER??? → f1delulu: @lightsoutandwayames yep. and she giggled. and he died. and now i’m dead too

ameliesf1era: i fear we just witnessed the start of the next royal couple

gridgossip: you think lando cried after the call ended → coconutsfornorris: @gridgossip he’s pacing around his flat like a golden retriever who saw god

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Lando practically floated down the stairs.

He wasn’t walking—no, walking was for mortals. He was gliding, bouncing, levitating. He grinned so hard his cheeks actually hurt, hoodie sleeves flapping as he half-skipped into the kitchen, socked feet sliding slightly on the tiles.

He didn’t even register what time it was. Midnight? One a.m.? Who cared. He was buzzing.

He had talked to her.

Not just awkward eye contact in the paddock. Not just fumbling hellos. Not just the soul-crushing moment she passed by and didn’t even glance his way. No. Tonight, they’d been in a call. Same game lobby. Same jokes. Same team. Her laugh still echoed in his ears, low and real and way better than any song he’d ever heard.

Amelie Dayman.

Amelie fucking Dayman.

He’d been in love with her from afar since he was like, fifteen—maybe younger. Had followed her on Instagram since he first got Instagram back in 2014, back when she was still a Disney star with glitter nails and pink eyeliner. Through the indie movie era. Through Little Woman. Through the world tours and the heartbreaks.

She’d been a daydream. A screen crush. A universe away.

Until now.

He pulled open the fridge, grabbed some grapes like he wasn’t vibrating at a subatomic level, and dropped onto one of the kitchen stools. Phone in hand, still riding the post-call high.

He opened Instagram purely out of reflex, thumb scrolling while he popped a grape in his mouth. Notifications. Likes. Story views. Random meme pages.

And then he saw it.

ameliedayman just followed you.

His brain short-circuited.

He blinked at the screen.

No. No no no. That had to be a glitch. A bot. Some cruel trick from the universe. He tapped her profile just to double check, heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted out.

But it was real.

There it was. Following you. Right under her bio, bold and undeniable like the universe itself had decided, Yeah, mate. You earned this.

Lando stared at his screen in stunned silence, half a grape crushed between his teeth, completely forgotten.

—…holy shit,— he whispered.

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand as he bolted upright, stool screeching back behind him. He was pacing the kitchen now, running both hands through his curls, hoodie swishing dramatically as he turned in circles like some caffeinated tornado.

—Holy shit. Holy... SHIT.—

It echoed off the empty kitchen walls. Thank God no one was home. If his mum had walked in right now, she would’ve committed him.

—She followed me,— he said to the grapes, like they might offer moral support. —She followed me back. Like... on purpose.—

He checked the screen again. Just in case.

Still there. Still following.

He stared at the words like they were about to vanish, like it was all some beautiful dream he’d wake up from in his overpriced Monaco apartment, alone and unfollowed.

But no.

Lando let out a half-laugh, half-squeak sound that definitely wouldn’t have been street legal in front of the boys. He clutched the phone to his chest like a teenage girl in a bad rom-com and spun in a little circle, socks sliding, almost wiping out on the marble floor.

—She knows I exist. She actually knows I exist.—

He clapped his hands once, loud enough to startle the cat outside or something. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the fact that the girl he’d had a stupid, slow-burning crush on for an actual decade had followed him back on Instagram.

He danced a little in place. Like, full-on wiggling shoulders, tiny foot shuffles, dumb happy bouncing.

No audience. No filter. Just pure, idiot joy.

Then his brain caught up with him.

What did it mean?

Was it just a polite follow? A pity follow? She had been in the call tonight, maybe it was just etiquette. Maybe she followed everyone from the game lobby.

No. No. Don’t do that. Don’t kill it.

But—wait. Wait wait wait. He had checked earlier.

He knew for a fact—for a fact, because he’d scrolled through her following list like a total loser—she didn’t follow George. Or Alex.

So…

That meant…

She followed him.

—Oh my god. Oh my god.—

He ran back to the stool, grabbed the phone again and refreshed the app. Still there.

And now, now his brain went into absolute chaos mode.

What should he do?! Reply to one of her stories? Like a recent post? Send a DM? No, that was insane. Too eager. She’d think he was a weirdo. He was already a weirdo. He’d literally fumbled words during that game like a teenage intern trying to impress the CEO.

Maybe he could post something cool? But what? He hadn’t done anything post-worthy since… well, since that one karting trip, and his hair looked weird in those pictures. Or...

His phone buzzed again.

New notification.

ameliedayman liked your post.

Lando gasped like he'd been shot. Like. Actually. Gasped.

The grapes went flying.

He didn’t even see where they landed.

He jumped, full body flailed in the air, arms up like he’d just won a world title, not a social media interaction.

—YES!— he shouted into the empty kitchen, punching the air like he’d scored a last-lap overtake in Silverstone.

And then, with exactly zero shame, he whispered into the void:

—You are so marrying her, Norris.—

Then he paused.

Eyes narrowed at the ceiling.

—Eventually. Calm down. Like… one step at a time.—

But still. He couldn’t stop smiling.

He had talked to her. She laughed at his jokes. She followed him back. She liked his post.

This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was happening. Finally.

Lando looked down at his phone again, lit up with her name, her profile photo—perfect, golden, real—and let out one last, breathless laugh.

—Holy shit.—

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gridgossip: BREAKING: Amelie Dayman just followed Lando Norris back on Instagram 👀 after years of fans clowning him for the one-sided follow… the tables have turned. ladies and gentlemen, the daydream is alive. 💅💘

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f1sluttycorner: she finally followed him back… we are SO BACK → lanlanfan88: @f1sluttycorner lando saw that notif and fainted instantly → vroomvroommami: @f1sluttycorner i just KNOW he did a little victory dance in his socks

daydreamdefense: lando norris you will ALWAYS be famous → alexabitchhh: @daydreamdefense bro survived the one-sided follow era like a war veteran

softlaunchdetective: she FOLLOWED BACK oh they’re cooking

mclovinlando: we need a national holiday for this moment → babyonboard44: @mclovinlando fr call it Amelie Followed Lando Day → ferrarifluencer: @mclovinlando public holiday. bank closure. fireworks.

deviouscharles: i just KNOW charles is somewhere giggling → alexsupremacy: @deviouscharles HE’S THE PUPPET MASTER AND WE ARE HIS TOYS → shadymonaco: @deviouscharles charles watched it happen like “my work here is done”

ameliestan88: SHE FOLLOWED BACK?? the prophecy is unfolding → l4nwh0r3: @ameliestan88 bro we’re witnessing history this is our moon landing → gridratgirlies: @ameliestan88 lando probably passed out on the floor rn

lanlanfanpage: she saw the stream. she heard the stuttering. she said “yeah i’ll keep him” → notmaxfewtrell: @lanlanfanpage girlie’s into flustered boys with twitch accounts → alexalbonshrimp: @lanlanfanpage this is a win for awkward men everywhere

paddockcryptid: y’all think he screamed or giggled when he saw it → mclvndo: @paddockcryptid BOTH. he did both. at the same time.

wagsurveillance: WHY DID THIS FEEL LIKE A FANFIC UPDATE → fanficcore: @wagsurveillance bc we’ve been writing this fanfic in our heads for 3 years → l4njustice: @wagsurveillance WE MANIFESTED SO HARD IT BROKE THE SIMULATION

gridrat: lando when he saw the notif: 🧍‍♂️💥😵‍💫🫠 → lecluck: @gridrat he’s not surviving this. thoughts n prayers

landogfmanifest: I REPEAT THE MUTUAL FOLLOW IS CONFIRMED. I CAN REST NOW. → maxiedayman: @landogfmanifest girl get up. the real delulu era starts now.

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Chasing Cars | ch 8.5 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: peach, curses, luxury, alcohol, jungkook's family, they are so gone for each other my dude, explicit content: hickeys, dom!Jungkook, big dick!Jungkook, jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism (sort of but not really), protected sex, marking, ass slapping, praising, clit play

☆word count: 6.7k

☆a/n: tried writing smut in jk's pov, i hope you guys liked it <3 also this is supposed to be a drabble but it's literally a full chapter HAHA hope it doesn't disappoint :')

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☆series masterpost

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Jungkook has been happy. Ever since you got to New York yesterday, he’s been happy. It’s a feeling he’s not accustomed to when it comes to the city he grew up in, yet one he’s finding to love far more than he ever imagined he would.

Maybe it’s you, and the dress you got yesterday. To say that you stole the breath from his lungs when you stepped out of the changing room would be an understatement. The second he saw you, he felt like all the stars had aligned in his night sky, with you as the centerpiece. It felt like you were the center to his universe, and frankly, it’s a feeling he wants to get used to. 

If he wasn’t sure about you before yesterday, he sure as hell is now. No matter what Taehyung says, what anyone says, he knows he wants to be with you.

He can’t wait for you to charm his brother, too. He’s not stupid enough to believe you’ll charm his parents as well - they are extremely classist, and they hate everything that Jungkook likes. You could be the goddess of a religion and they would still hate you. But Junghyun… Jungkook hopes Junghyun will love you.

Something aches in Jungkook’s chest, because he should have warned you about his parents. Should have told you, and anxiety stabs him in the gut. He glances at you, and you look just as anxious as him, which he reckons is comforting somehow.

He’s not alone for this engagement party. Not when you’re here, even though maybe he was a dick not to tell you anything.

“Smile, peach,” he forces out as he nudges you with an elbow.

You glance at him, your light makeup accentuating your features in a way that makes him gulp as your gazes connect.

“You smile,” you throw back at him, and he finds he can’t resist.

He smiles, laughing lowly. “Do you want something to drink?”

He reckons it could help. Both you and him, chasing away the lingering anxiety.

You look down at yourself, wincing. “I’m afraid I’ll ruin the dress.”

You’re adorable. Downright adorable, and he holds in a laugh as he looks at you, heart fluttering in his chest. “So you’re just going to stand still the whole evening because you’re afraid to ruin your clothes?”

A muscle feathers on your jaw as you roll your eyes. “Precisely.”

“Loosen up, peach,” Jungkook teases.

He hopes you know that he wants you to be comfortable more than anything. That he wants you to prove everyone wrong, to prove that you belong to his strange, ridiculous world. And maybe that’s why he invited you here: to prove himself, too, that you can handle being in his life, with no secrets between you. Because he knows you deserve it, he’s just afraid his world will chew you out.

You don’t deserve that.

“You know what?” you let out. “Sure, I’ll take a drink.”

Jungkook sighs in relief, and he grabs glasses for you and him from a passing waitress, and you drink while talking about the skyline, which he has to admit is not half as beautiful as you.

Not that he would ever tell you.

You’re almost finished with your drinks when Jungkook glances at the door, noticing his parents walking in. Everything stops, and he feels like someone is clutching his heart, a second away from crushing it in their hold. His mother notices him, and he stiffens even more, preparing for the inevitable fight.

“Are you okay?” you ask, resting a hand on his arm.

Jungkook startles, and he pulls at his piercings, nodding curtly. “All good.”

“Is that…” you trail off.

“Yep.”

“What should I do?” you ask, tugging on his arm.

Jungkook finally looks at you, and he wonders if you can hear the loud beats of his heart. Hell, he thinks he even has trouble breathing, and he gulps before saying, “Just be yourself.”

Because you’re perfect just the way you are, and he wouldn’t want you to change, ever.

You offer him a small smile, and his gaze drops to it. It warms something in his chest, soothes him like a lullaby, and he finds he’s finally able to breathe. He’d thank you for it, for your presence here, but his mother is upon you, and he readies himself to face her.

“Jungkook,” she says, voice just as grating as it always is.

“Mother.”

“Glad to see you came around and decided to come.”

He doesn’t reply right away. Instead, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you just a little closer. Your presence is steadying, and he knows that, for the first time in his life, he won’t fail in this fight against his mother.

“I wanted to introduce Y/n to the family,” he says.

His mother looks at you, and he hates the way she cocks an eyebrow in judgment.

“I don’t think we know each other,” she says, contempt dripping from her tone.

Jungkook wants to intervene, but you’re ready. You reply, “I don’t think so.” You bow your head, much more polite than Jungkook has even seen you, before adding, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Jungkook’s father, who’s been standing next to his wife the whole time, pats his wife’s hand before leaving, like he doesn’t even think you’re worthy of his attention.

It’s nothing new - Jungkook knows he is not even worthy of his father’s attention.

“Likewise,” his mother replies to you. She scans you up and down, noting the dress Jungkook got for you, and then her gaze stops on your heels. “Nice shoes.”

Now, Jungkook is done. You don’t deserve his mother’s contempt, not when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Mother,” he intervenes.

“You thought dressing her up in a nice dress would make us forget that she’s not from our class?”

Jungkook hates her. He’s always hated her, felt like an outcast in his own family, but the insult makes it starker, truer, like the hate he holds for his mother is a law of the universe.

“Excuse me?” you let out, surprising Jungkook.

Surprising his mother, too, as she glances at you, eyes slightly widened. “At least she’s got a tongue on her.”

Because obviously that’s something his mother respects, in her own twisted way. 

“And I’ll ask you to make a fucking effort for once,” Jungkook spits in his mother’s face.

She frowns. “Do not curse, boy. It doesn’t suit you.”

Jungkook sees red, and he laughs dryly. His mother clenches her jaw, and he wonders if he should tell her just how shitty of a person she is. Instead, he holds her gaze, refusing to back down from the fight like he would have if you weren’t here.

It lasts for longer than he expected, his mother not once blinking. But then she looks away, and Jungkook almost screams victoriously as she looks at you again.

“Where do you come from?” she asks.

Jungkook listens to your answer, still reeling from the victory against his mother.

“What do your parents do for a living?”

He’s surprised that his mother is trying. That she’s actually talking to you, and he thinks maybe you actually impressed her more than he imagined you would. Which, he’d thank his stars for it, because he really wants you in his life.

“My mother is a nurse,” you reply. “And I do not know my father.”

Jungkook’s mother blinks once before looking at him again. “Junghyun will be happy you came.”

She turns on her heels and walks away, and Jungkook looks at her back. He waits until she’s out of earshot and out of sight before glancing at you, his heart skipping a beat in his chest by your calm beauty.

“I apologize for this,” he says, and his arm drops from your shoulders.

“I think I’m starting to get why you wanted me to come with you,” you say, meeting his gaze.

He sighs in defeat. “I honestly didn’t think she would be flat-out rude like that.” He downs what’s left of his champagne, hating that there aren't more than a few sips in his glass. He puts it away on the tray of a server as she walks past, before saying, “I promise we can go home as soon as Junghyun shows up and sees that I came.”

Because he wants Junghyun to see you. Wants his brother to like you, to approve of you, because his parents never would.

But at least Junghyun can.

“We can stay longer too,” you reassure him. “I can handle the aristocracy.”

Jungkook can’t help his laugh, especially not when you look at him with that mischievous twinkle in your eyes. “The aristocracy?”

You nod wisely. “Yeah. Because obviously we’re not from the same class.”

He’s falling in love with you. Inevitably, irreversibly falling in love with you, and he’ll forever be thankful for meeting you.

“Fuck, peach.”

And just like that, you fall back in your usual playful banter, and Jungkook forgets all about his unease. It helps that you drink more, the alcohol numbing his senses slightly, and Jungkook introduces you to some of his cousins, those that he knows aren’t as judgy as his parents. Though there’s a language barrier, Jungkook translates for you, and he’s decently buzzed by the time Jungyun shows up, his fiancée on his arm.

Jungyun grins at the sight of Jungkook, immediately making his way towards where Jungkook is standing with you. Jungkook prepares to make the introductions, his heartbeat picking up in his chest as he can’t help the anxiety from flooding back in.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Jungyun says as he stops in front of you, pulling Jungkook into a tight embrace.

Jungkook grins. “I thought it’d be a good surprise.”

“It sure is,” Junghyun agrees, pulling away. He glances at you, offering you a welcoming smile. “And you are?”

“My girlfriend,” Jungkook says before you can say your name. He’s proud to say it too, like you’re the best thing he’s done in his entire life. And though right now it’s false, and you’re not really his girlfriend, he really does believe you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “From college.”

“Nice to meet you,” Junghyun says.

Jungkook is happy after that. Laughing lightly, smiling wide, and he loves how more comfortable you seem now. Because Junghyun and Nara, his fiancée, are welcoming, much nicer than his parents were earlier, and you enjoy their company until they excuse themselves to go greet the other guests in the room. 

Jungkook smiles at you. “Do you want me to go grab a refill for you?”

You nod, gaze shining. “Yes, please.”

Jungkook obliges, walking away to do so. He has to go to the refreshment table, so it takes him almost a minute before he’s walking back towards you. He notices his mother with you, and his grip tightens on the champagne flutes he’s holding, so much so he thinks they might shatter in his hands. The second you catch sight of him you walk away from his mother, and the tears pooling in your gaze are enough to make him want to go up to his mother and punch some sense into her. 

“What did she tell you?” he asks in the gentlest voice he can summon.

“Nothing,” you say, and he knows it for the lie it is as you blink some tears away.

“I’m really sorry,” he apologizes. “She’s…”

“It’s whatever,” you interrupt before he could finish his sentence. “I just want to spend time with you.”

After that, Jungkook finds he can’t leave your side. And so he stays with you, enjoys his time with you, too, because there’s nothing else he’d rather do right now. Later, after his brother does a speech, he suggests to go eat something, mostly because he’s starving and the entrées they are serving here would never be enough, but also because he wants intimacy with you, a moment just for you two to erase everything his mother said to you.

He knows she likely told you something shitty, because you seem uncomfortable, like it’s troubling your thoughts. He doesn’t want to mention it right now, though, not when you’re still at the engagement party.

You accept Jungkook’s suggestion to head to a restaurant nearby, and Jungkook looks at you. Truly looks at you - you’re an angel overlooking the city, in that blue dress he got you.

He feels small in your presence, and it’s a humbling experience.

“Then wait for me here,” he says and, unable to help himself, he leans closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

The look on your face is entirely worth it, making his heart beat just a little louder in his chest, and he walks over to his father and brother with his heart feeling full and warm, a feeling he’s not too accustomed with, but a feeling he definitely wishes to get used to.

Junghyun notices him first, and his eyes slide to you over Jungkook’s shoulder as Jungkook stops in front of his brother.

“We’re leaving,” Jungkook says, not wanting to beat around the bush when you’re waiting for him.

His brother cocks an eyebrow, chuckling. “Not her crowd?”

Jungkook widens his gaze. “What?”

Junghyun sighs, looking almost apologetic, and he leans closer to speak directly in Jungkook’s ear, low enough for only him to hear.

“Listen, Jungkook, you know she shouldn’t be here,” Junghyun says. “She’s not from our social circle, the parents still want you to marry Gabrielle, and they will literally drag Y/n to hell if that means you break up with her.” He pauses, and Jungkook feels his heart sinking in his chest, all the warmth gone and replaced with winter cold. “She’s clearly just in it for the money anyway.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, not knowing what to answer. Not expecting Junghyun to say something like that at all, but then again, Junghyun is his mother’s son. Jungkook should have expected it. And he wants to say you didn’t even know anything about the money before yesterday, so he clearly knows you’re not in for the money, but he’s silenced.

Especially when he knows you’re not in at all anyway. You’re just a fake girlfriend he invited so that this party wouldn’t be so excruciating. Yet his heart sinks all the same as he realizes it, like the Titanic headed for the bottom of the ocean. 

“Anyways,” Junghyun adds. “Have fun while it lasts.”

He pulls away, enough to look Jungkook in the eye, though Jungkook can’t find the strength to hold his brother’s gaze. Junghyun scoffs condescendingly, and then he’s walking away, their father in tow.

Jungkook hasn’t spoken to his father in years now. Ever since he decided to study at that college almost four years ago, instead of attending Harvard like Junghyun. It still hurts to be ignored by him, part of Jungkook still begging for his father’s attention despite never really having it, and Jungkook feels his nails digging into his palms as he clenches his fists.

He watches Junghyun leaving, their father leaving, while his heart bleeds. Does Junghyun know how much Jungkook wanted his approval? 

He was stupid enough to believe he’d get it. Hell, he’d thought you’d charm Junghyun easily, yet it seems he was wrong. 

Of course he was. He’s always fucking wrong anyway, isn’t he? 

It’s hard to think about something else after that. To escape the prison that’s been built around his mind, and when he finds himself alone in the elevator with you, he does the only thing he thinks could help.

He kisses you stupid, kisses you dumb, craving to remind himself that you’re real. That you’re here with him, that what his family believes doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t. Not when you’re with him. Not when he apologizes for his family again, and you tell him that you’re happy to be here with him. It undoes him, and he decides to let it go. 

To let his family go, to focus on you. You’re the center of his universe, after all.

And so, for the rest of the evening, Jungkook decides to show you how much he appreciates that you came with him to this stupid engagement party. He forces himself to smile and laugh, and after the first fifteen minutes, it comes naturally to him, like it always does when he’s with you.

He thinks, the evening can only get better from there on. And it does - the club you find yourself in later is electrifying, buzzing with an energy Jungkook loves, and he drinks with you, dances with you, kisses you like you really are his girlfriend.

Like Taehyung doesn’t exist, like it’s just you and him. And for a very selfish moment, Jungkook wishes it could be that simple.

“Fuck, JK,” you whisper when you pull away from said kiss, breathing raggedly.

“What?” Jungkook lets out.

“Kissing you like this, where anyone can see…” you trail off, glancing at the crowd. Jungkook waits for you to finish, his blood slowly heating up in his veins. “It’s turning me on.”

He’ll go insane. As a matter of fact, he thinks he’s gone insane a long time ago. But right now he wants you so bad he almost wants to fuck in the bathroom of the club, which he reckons would be disgusting.

You deserve much better than that.

“Peach,” he says, voice low and husky. He feels his dick twitching in his pants, his arousal suddenly so intense he needs to make you his. “Then I’ll bring you here more often. I’ll show everyone that you’re mine, mmh?”

He doesn’t know how he makes it to his childhood home, later. Doesn’t know how he manages to keep his hands off you the whole way from the club to the condominium, except for holding your hand. He’s relieved he can steal a languid kiss on your lips when you ride the elevator, and he’s about to explode by the time you walk into the condo.

He wants you. So damn bad, yet when you say you have to take a shower, Jungkook agrees. If only so that he can calm down, because he knows he’ll bust the second you start fucking if he doesn’t calm down first.

You head to his room, and Jungkook watches you as you watch the city skyline. You’re beautiful, so beautiful he wonders how he’ll be able to survive if he can’t make you his.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” you ask as he’s helping you out of your coat.

His mind empties out, and it turns him on even more. “Want me to wash your hair?” he teases, flicking your nose.

You scrunch up your nose as you instinctively move your face back, and he can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Yes,” you say, smirking mischievously. “Maybe if you’re nice I’ll wash your back.”

He narrows his gaze. “I’m always nice.” And then he walks to the walk-in wardrobe, putting your coat away and then taking his off.

“Are you?” you ask as he walks back into his bedroom.

He can’t help himself. He bends down, picking you up bridal style, and he chuckles as you yelp. “Always,” he says, pecking your cheek as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you grumble as Jungkook carries you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter.

“I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not even a little bit sorry,” he teases, and he steals a quick kiss on your lips.

He walks away, heading towards the shower so that he can turn it on. He feels your eyes on the back of his head as he does so, and he glances back, smiling softly. His heart flutters as you smile back, and it takes everything in him to focus on the task at hand.

“How hot do you want the shower to be?” he asks.

You smirk, and it nearly undoes him entirely. “What kind of hot are you talking about?”

He laughs, rolling his eyes. “Water temperature, dummy.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “Just put it how you like it.”

He nods, and he adjusts the settings until all the shower heads are on, steam soon wafting out of the shower. He then walks back to you, toying with his piercings. He watches as you spread your legs for him, and it’s so sinful he thinks he won’t be able to make it through the shower.

Jungkook manages to wrap his arms around your middle, and he pauses as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a murmur.

He wonders if you can hear the beats of his heart in his chest as he picks you up, and then puts you on the floor.

“Gotta get you out of your dress, mmh?” He lightly brushes his fingers on your arms as you hold his gaze, your pupils blown wide. “Turn around, peach.”

You obey, and Jungkook starts to unzip your dress, admiring every inch of skin revealed. Once he’s done, he pushes the dress off your shoulders, holding on to it just long enough to press a soft kiss on the back of your shoulder, and then he lets go. The dress falls, pooling around your ankles, and Jungkook feels so much for you he wonders how he’ll make it out alive.

“You know,” he breathes. He eyes your perked nipples in the mirror in front of you, and he wraps his arms around you, pinching the sensitive buds. “Every time I see you, you get more beautiful.”

“JK…” you breathe out.

“It’s true,” he insists. He turns you around, his eyes getting lost in yours. “There’s something about you…”

That makes me insane, is what he was going to say. But you pull him down into a soft kiss, one that means so much more than words ever could. At least to Jungkook, and he holds your waist as you kiss, his heart soaring in his chest.

“Peach…” he sighs.

He watches you as your eyes flutter open, stark emotion swirling in their depths.

“I think you’re supposed to undress too,” you whisper.

He chuckles, and he forces himself to take a step back. “Wanna help?”

You gulp, yet don’t answer as you raise your hands between the both of you so that you can unbutton his shirt. Jungkook watches you as you do so, his eyes never once shying away from your pretty features. When you’re done, you push his shirt off and rest your hands flat on his chest, right above his racing pulse.

Jungkook takes over then, taking off his pants, and they fall to the floor to meet your dress and his shirt. 

“I’m so going to take my time with you tonight,” he breathes.

He cups your cheek, thumb swiping at your skin, and you lean your head into his palm.

“Yeah?” you let out.

He tilts your head back with a finger to kiss you softly. It grows hungrier, needier, yet he pulls away. “Definitely.” His hands slowly go down your body, stopping at the hem of your panties. “Can I take this off?”

You nod. Without an ounce of hesitation Jungkook drops to his knees. He hits the floor hard, and he’d wince if he wasn’t entranced by you. Instead, he slowly takes off your underwear, trying his best to ignore how your pussy is already glistening for him.

The second he straightens, Jungkook takes off his underwear too, and he sighs in relief as his dick is freed. You eye the precum leaking from his slit, and Jungkook wonders if you can see how he’s shaking from the restraint of not taking you right now.

“Shit, Jungkook,” you breathe.

“I know,” he lets out. “I’m fucking hard for you.” He chuckles and grabs your face to force you to meet his gaze again. “From the mess I saw in your panties, I know you’re already soaked for me too.” He pecks your lips, and then your forehead. “But shower first, right?”

He wants you to say fuck it, to touch him right now. When you kiss him, he thinks you’ll succumb to the desire too, and he sucks on your bottom lip, teasing it with his teeth.

“Shower first,” you agree the second you pull away.

Jungkook hides his disappointment behind a smirk and a wink, and then he walks over to the shower, stepping in as you follow him. He closes the glass door behind you, waiting for a second as you turn to look at him.

“What?” you ask.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what is going on, just that he’s drunk on you and it’s the best feeling he’s ever experienced before.

“Nothing,” he replies. “Pass me the soap?”

You nod, and then the shower passes in a blur of him washing you and you washing him. Jungkook can’t really produce any coherent thoughts, especially not as you say, “Now that you’re clean…” You smirk, and Jungkook knows he’s about to crash into his lust for you when you add, “Maybe I can actually take care of you?”

You really make him insane. Indeed, the second you drop to your knees, Jungkook goes insane, feral, so much so he thinks he’d be your slave if you asked.

“Yeah?” he lets out. “You want to suck me?”

He carefully redirects the shower heads away from your face, and then you jerk him off, once, and he reckons he might be in love with you. You swirl your tongue around his tip, the sight sinfully hot, and then you suck on it lightly.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, and then he leans a hand on the wall for support he knows he’ll clearly need. “Don’t be shy.”

You smirk before dragging your tongue on the side of his dick, from base to top, never once breaking eye contact. Especially not as you wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as you take most of him in. Your mouth is hot and wet, and Jungkook moans softly as he hits the back of your throat, cursing underneath his breath.

Your mouth is heaven. Your mouth is ecstasy in its purest form, and Jungkook is swimming in bliss when you suck harder, your eyes fluttering shut as you start bobbing your head on him, jerking him off at the same time. He instinctively holds your head, yet he lets you take the lead as you start moaning around him, the vibrations sending lightning strikes to his balls.

He clenches his jaw around his next curse, his head throwing back as you tease his frenulum with your tongue. His breathing is ragged, and he realizes he’s about to come the second you take him all the way in again, and he feels your throat closing around him.

“Peach,” he moans, quickly pulling out of your mouth so that he doesn’t come.

You lick his slit, and his balls tighten. “That feels good?”

He nods. “Way too much.” He chuckles breathlessly, then adds, “I’m going to fall in love with your mouth if you keep sucking me like that.”

He wants to pull you away, but you’re back on his dick and he feels his climax lingering nearby, though it doesn’t hit yet. His dick is rock hard, and it only gets worse when you tentatively tease his balls with one hand. He moans, not caring that the sound might be weird. All he wants is your pussy on him, now.

“Peach,” he lets out, a whiny sound he’d be embarrassed for with anyone other than you. “Stop. I want to fuck you now.”

You pull away, offering him an innocent look that is far too sinful for him, especially as you keep jerking him off quickly. “You don’t think you’d be able to go for round two?”

You’re a brat, and he fucking loves that about you. He chuckles, slightly shaking his head. “Not when I drank. And I really just want to make you feel good too.”

He pulls you up to your feet and, unable to resist, he pushes you against the wall as he ravishes a languid kiss on your lips. You moan as he pushes his tongue in your mouth, and a second later, he feels your fingers wrapping around his shaft as you jerk him off again.

He hisses, pulling away from the kiss, and then glances outside of the shower at his discarded pants. “I have condoms in there,” he says before meeting your gaze again. “But you deserve better than to be fucked in a shower, mmh?”

He means it. He wants to take you in his childhood bed, to feel your pussy wrap around his dick where the whole city lies at your feet. And even though some twisted part of him wants people to see, when you’re in his room a few moments later, he asks, “Do you want me to close the curtains?”

“You think people can see us?” you let out, glancing at the windows.

“Maybe if they’re looking up here,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s never bothered me, but I’ve never been with anyone in this bed, so…”

Your gaze widens in surprise, and it’s a comically cute expression on your features. “You’ve never fucked here?”

He realizes the confession too late, and he scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks burning. “I’ve never brought a girl here at all.”

You let out a laugh. “I’m sorry what?” 

All he can do is wink at you, eyes going down your frame. They stop on your perked nipples, sitting so prettily on your chest he wants to touch them, to have them in his mouth again. 

“You’re the first girl who’s ever come here,” he says. “The first I’ll fuck in this bed.” Lust clouds his thoughts again, heating up his blood and making his dick twitch. “And maybe I do want the city to see me fucking you. I want them to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

A few steps towards you is enough for him to kiss you again, savagely, his desire for you getting the best of him. He pushes you back towards the bed, up until you fall, looking up at him. 

“I’ll be right back.”

He goes to retrieve the condom from his wallet, and he makes sure it’s safe to use on the way back. A moment later he’s putting it on his dick, eyes trailing to you when he’s done. He steps closer to you, kneeling between your thighs as you spread your legs wide open for him. Your pussy shines from your arousal, and he has half a thought that he wants to taste you again, though he needs you on him before.

“Already?” he teases you as he strokes himself slowly, mindlessly, at the sight of your spread thighs. “I thought you’d need a little bit of foreplay before.”

“Trust me,” you let out. “I’m already wet enough for you to rearrange my guts.”

He knows. He can see it, and it’s so hot he might burst into flame right then and there. 

He moves closer to you, rubbing his dick on your folds to collect your juices. “You are.” He aims for your clit, smirking as your mouth falls open, your eyelids fluttering shut. “So you want me to fuck you? To rearrange your guts?”

“Jungkook…”

The sound of his name in that breathy tone of yours almost makes him come on the spot.

He pushes his tip in, stopping himself there. “Tell me what you want, peach.”

“I want you,” you say in a whiny whisper.

“Where?” he asks, and he pulls out to rub on your clit again.

You reach for his dick, and Jungkook grabs your hand, pinning your wrist over your head. “Be nice, mmh?”he says in your ear, and then he straightens again.

“I want you inside of me, Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” He pushes in, stopping with just the tip in again. Even then you still feel heavenly, and he knows the sex tonight will be amazing. “Like this?”

“Fuck, stop teasing,” you grumble.

Jungkook laughs, but he too is done with the teasing, needing you more than he needs oxygen. He slams home, pushing all the way in until he feels his balls hitting your ass. You moan, and he wants to give you time to adjust, wants to be gentle with you, yet he’s possessed by lust. Indeed, he grabs your waist, and he starts pounding into you almost right away, establishing a wild rhythm of skin slapping against skin.

Your walls clench around him, the friction so good on his dick he imagines just how good it would be without the condom on. 

He bends down slightly, aiming for a better angle, and you moan loudly, indicating that he’s reached his goal. You say his name, and this time he bends down all the way, leaning on an elbow. He holds your shoulders in place so that his thrusts don’t push you back on the bed, and then he’s jackhammering into you again, his bed starting to bang into the wall.

You’re a whiny moaning mess underneath him, and when your nails dig into the skin of his back, Jungkook grunts. His pace doesn’t falter, not when he thinks he’s in nirvana, and though sweat is clinging to his forehead, he never stops.

“Shit, peach,” he curses, and then he pulls out. He wants to see your ass, to feel the way that his pelvis hits it whenever he pushes in, and so he spins you around, and you let out a surprised sound as he repositions himself over you.

His dick rests between your ass cheeks for a fraction of a second before he pulls away enough to align it with your entrance, and then he’s pushing in again. He doesn’t move right away, instead massaging your ass, loving the way it feels in his hands.

You have the best ass he’s ever seen. He slaps it, admiring the way the skin tinges with red, and you push your hips back into him, seeking friction.

“You want some control, mmh?” he asks, and he pulls back to give you some, watching as you start fucking yourself on him, his dick going in and out of you in a relentless race, coming out covered with your juices each time. He hits your cervix, and you roll your hips. It’s almost enough to make him come again, but he holds it in, not wanting this to end already.

“You’re so big,” you let out. “So deep.”

He curses. “And you take me so well, peach.” He slaps your ass again, massaging the sting away. “Like your pussy was made for me.”

“It was.”

Damn right it was. You’re his - no matter what happens, you have to be his in the end.

He thrusts once, so hard the bed slides on the floor, and you rock forward, though he holds you in place.

“Good girl,” he says in a low, husky voice, and then he goes back to pounding into you as you clutch the sheets. 

This time, he’s determined to make you come, and he leans on one hand, wrapping his free hand under you, blindly searching for your clit. He knows he found it the second you moan unabashedly loudly, and he rubs on it in quick circles as he keeps fucking you, your pussy growing impossibly tight. A few snaps of his hips later and you’re coming around him, your walls pulsing on his dick so devilishly good he lets out a moan.

You, on the other hand, have been moaning since you started coming, and it just keeps on coming as your back arches into him, your legs twitching. He milks it out of you, slowing down to help you ride the wave, and when you finally calm down, he stops, pressing a feathersoft kiss on the side of your face.

“You came hard.”

“Holy fuck,” you curse.

He chuckles. “One day, I want to feel you come on my dick without a condom on.”

The mental image that it gives him unleashes him completely, and he rams into you, chasing his own high. It almost hits when he feels you coming again, yet for some reason, he can’t climax, his orgasm evading him. He pulls out then, flipping you on your back, and then he’s kissing you, pushing back into you.

He establishes a slower, deeper rhythm, his lips never leaving yours. Your hands get lost in his hair, and you pull on the strands just enough to hurt a little. He loves it more than he’d admit it, the pain setting his nerves alight with desire, and his balls tighten, a sign that he’s finally nearing his high.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he hits deeper then, the drag of you on his dick so completely perfect he knows he’ll finally be able to come.

More than that, he knows he’ll never be able to fuck anyone else again.

“I’ll fall in love with your pussy,” he whispers against your lips.

He means more. He means you, in your entirety, but he’s not stupid enough to say it, not when it would probably scare you away.

He rests his forehead against yours, and your grip on him tightens.

“JK…”

“Peach,” he echoes. He kisses you again, all the while fucking you slow. Once he pulls away from the kiss, he straightens, going back to kneeling between your legs. “Now be nice and let me come, mmh?”

You smirk, your blown wide pupils finding his. “Come for me.”

Fuck.

“On it.”

He’s close. He’s so fucking close all he can do is pound his hips into yours, watching you as you moan, your nails digging in his thighs. He nears his high like the crescendo of a song, and then he explodes, his motions growing sloppy as his dick twitches and twitches. He releases his load in the condom the second he pushes deep inside of you and he stills there, cursing and grunting as he comes.

He doesn’t move for a while, just enjoying the feeling of your pussy around him, and then he pulls out, lying next to you. You’re visibly fucked out, and he’s proud of himself for it - he hopes no one’s ever fucked you like he fucks you.

His hand rests on your stomach, and you slowly regain your breath. Jungkook feels the need to clean himself - the feeling of his dick swimming in his cum growing uncomfortable - and so he kisses the side of your face, going to the bathroom. He quickly cleans up, needing to be back with you as soon as he can. He walks back to the bedroom with a wet washcloth, and he lets you clean yourself as he looks outside, admiring the way the rain on the windows distort the lights of the city.

You go to the bathroom, and Jungkook settles in bed as he waits for you to come back. 

“Come here,” he says as he opens his arms for you to come cuddle.

You do so, pushing one leg between his as you wrap an arm around his waist. He feels content, perfectly so, his heart so full and warm in his chest he feels like maybe he’s born again. Maybe he didn’t live before you, and you blew life into his lungs, into his heart and soul.

He’s falling hard. So hard, and though he should be scared, he finds he isn’t, not when he’s falling for you.

There’s nothing scary about falling in love with you.

Read chapter eight here!

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soooo how did you guys like it?? jk is so in love with her, help :')

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2024. Do not copy, repost or translate

[nights-at-crystarium]

As a twitter/tumblr user since 2010-2011, I believe I have sufficient grounds to say that currently we as a community are living through the scariest, shittiest time yet. This post isn’t trying to fearmonger, no I’m not leaving tumblr until it literally keels over, but I suggest that we don’t put all our eggs in one basket.

If twitter/tumblr stay usable, great! In the worse scenario, you’d have kept posting on a new platform and stayed ahead of the curve.

This post shares my personal experience with three potential “new”* fandom places, and is aimed to help fellow content creators. I’m an artist fully depending on internet to survive, my reasoning may not apply to you if you’re a hobbyist. Do your own research, it’s always healthy. * Pillowfort and mastodon have been around for 5+ years, bluesky is ~2 years old.

Discovering new people to follow kinda sucks on all three platforms, twitter and tumblr are eons ahead, but, given the recent chaos and uncertainty, I’m willing to be patient, keep posting on those, and feel safer than I would’ve otherwise been. More baskets good, one basket bad.

All three have poor visual customization, don’t expect custom tumblr themes.

This list starts with the least popular, but most human and easy to join, and what I personally trust the most. All three allow nsfw if labeled properly.

✦ Pillowfort is a barebones tumblr. Intuitive, cozy, but currently very, very small. Be patient with its clunkiness or lack of some features, it’s made by an AO3-like team. I’d personally love if the fandom crowd managed to redirect its attention to it instead of the sus bluesky.

Joining: is free, invite-only, but the waitlist is nearly instant.

Lurk around on their official tumblr: @/pillowfort-social

✦ Mastodon, for me personally, is impossible to explain directly. I’ll use several comparisons.

- Discord but all servers can interact. You’re still on a server curated by some human(s) that might tell you what you can and can’t post, BUT, if you don’t like that server’s policy, you can move to a new one while keeping your followers. - Email, users A and B may be registered on different domains, still they can talk. It’s a weird comparison, but fediverse (please I’m not explaining THAT but it’s a good thing) in general looks like another email story: unlike big sites that come and go, it might stand the test of time. - Someone compared mastodon’s structure to xiv’s dc and servers, if you look at its domain names that way, it might be easier to understand.

Depending on user, mastodon may feel gatekeepy/snowflakey. I haven’t spent enough time on there to form a proper opinion yet, but a warning’s due.

An actually good and hopeful thing about mastodon AND tumblr: the two might start interacting in future. Ever lamented that your fav asian artists don’t use tumblr? If they use misskey, or any other place on the fediverse, it might be possible to follow them directly from tumblr in future, and vice versa.

Joining: is free, however some servers close for new members sometimes, and have human moderators reviewing your request.

✦ Bluesky is a twitter without Musk: today’s average internet user reads this, drops everything and already looks to register there. It’s still sus, but people flock to it like crazy. Most likely to become the next big fandom place in my eyes, even if I’m not happy about that.

I personally have no good feelings about bluesky. Same as twitter, which I hated even before the 2018 tumblr exodus, yet the crowd decided to make it The New Fandom Place, and, grudgingly, I had to give up and also join them in 2022. During the year I haven’t stopped despising twitter, yet, I can’t deny that it helped me survive. I estimate half of my patrons, and, hell, even tumblr audience, comes from twitter. So, if bluesky ends up being the next hot shit, I’ll have to keep up because internet pays for my living.

Joining: is free but hell, invite-only, the waitlist is a lie, your best chance to join is a direct invite.

This’s all I’ve got to say for now. If you have a correction or an addition, replies/reblogs are welcome!

Screenshots of the current interfaces under the cut, you may spy on my profiles o/

Pillowfort

Mastodon.art

Bluesky

[daylighted]

i seriously did not want to do this but if i'm gonna be talked abt behind the scenes, and if ppl i follow are going to start turning on me because of one actual psychopath that has not left me alone for 3 weeks, i'm gonna say my piece because it is not fair to know that i am being painted in a bad light, when i have been a victim, and my friends have been dragged into this because every time, it is made public.

all of this has happened in a span of twenty one days. here's my proof.

this is a server that one of my close friends and most adored people (who, again, like anyone else mentioned in this, should not have been dragged into this fucking tirade) created for spn fans on discord to cultivate a fun little community and to make friends. she acquired the link, i don't know who invited her or if somehow she just found the link if it was posted and joined herself, but she showed up.

four days into her being there, i tell the server, i'm making a mr. & mrs. smith inspired jackles bot. i'd more say 3, because i posted it at midnight that day. eleven hours later, she says 'i wanna make a mr. & mrs. smith dean bot.' so my whole idea. and i am not a confrontational person by nature, so i was trying to lightly discourage without straight up saying no, because i did not know this girl. it'd been a little over 3 days.

i have the person i was replying to blurred because i'm actually sick of people getting dragged into this that did not have any reason to be put in between her shit with me, whatever the hell that may be.

here is me lightly trying to deny it but not outright saying no, and maybe that's on me, but who in their right mind sees someone else's idea and eleven hours later just blatantly copies it?

and she did copy it. word for word. this is my intro message on the left, and this is hers on the right. it's literally word for word, practically, with the lines lining up and everything.

so i'm angry. i don't care abt follower account but now i'm going to look like the thief because at this point, i'm not anywhere near big. like 300 followers. which again, don't care about, but sometime between the span of this above and what's coming, she'd been posting abt a milestone very close to 1k. that is a clear difference, and an abuse of the writing channel, that is supposed to have been a safe place for us to share our ideas.

i don't say anything about this, though. my breaking point is when she discovers my bonnie & clyde au and says she wants to make a bot based on it. which maybe i would have said yes to someone else, but she'd stolen my idea already before, word for word, and i wasn't in the mood. so i politely told her no, and that i was planning on making bots out of all of my aus. and she goes something like, "oh, that's fine, i just really liked the idea is all." i have deleted our dms on discord because i didn't want her reaching out to me again, which does come up!

anyways, i think it's cool. i'm thinking she's not going to take anything else, because i denied her one thing, so maybe this was just a one-off.

she posts this into the writing server, like she's showing off that she made the bot anyways / had made it already in the short span of time it took me to reply to her, and was trying to get hype for it??? or something?? or rub it in my face that she made it anyways? i don't know her motives. for anything that happens in this.

not to mention, she made a mr. & mrs. smith dean pt two in this time, for some reason. again, not her idea.

but going back to the above screenshot, that's her chatting with bonnie & clyde!dean. please look here at a screenshot of my fic, literally making it clear that whatever the intro she used for this, it was identical, because the interaction here is identical to my writing.

the day before this, december 1st, she was also asking me to tell her abt the au, but i'm not going to downright say that it was to stake out stuff to steal, but looking back, it seems like it.

so by this point, i'm angry! really angry! because every idea i mention in that chat, gets stolen by her. so i make this post. kind of infamous when it comes to future things.

immediately, she knows it's about her, because she's messaging me everywhere. i. do. not. engage. behind the scenes, i'm talking to people in the server abt it, because i literally am being stolen from and expected to take it! so she gets kicked.

this causes her to message me even more. this causes her to make an entire post ( now deleted by ppl in the server's request, because we thought once 'resolved', it would be resolved ) tagging every single person in the server. not just me, not just the people who came forward or the server's owner, but everyone who has no idea what's going on. trying to pitch her case.

her case being, by the way, that the reason she copied me was because of photographic memory. i feel like i have a screenshot of this but can't find it, and also don't want to keep using all my limited picture spaces. but if i find it and you want to see it, i will show it.

she gets let back into the server on a warning. it's like a 3 strike system, i imagine, which this is where things get psychotic! like genuinely!

the very day that i tell her no to the bonnie & clyde thing, i get this in my inbox.

on god, never before have i been told this ever. and i'm supposed to believe that it's not a coincidence, when the only person i've 'wronged' on tumblr so far is her, and just for calling her out on her shit? i've literally been on tumblr for maybe 2 months maximum at this point. like i only know a handful of people, and most are in this server.

so i move on. whatever. one of my friends from the server makes a post ( that i rb-ed, but i'm not gonna link it because again, i'm keeping them out of this if i can, but it's also on my page still ) in my defense, because genuinely, it is not that fucking serious to tell a fanfic writer to kill themselves.

after she posts it, she gets an anon telling her to track them. and then one telling her to kill herself. again, i'm not posting who's doing this, but she responded to it, and it's on her account if you need to see more proof.

so you might be thinking, how do you know this is her? it's a lot of circumstantial evidence and gut feelings. and yes, i did doubt it at the time that maybe it wasn't, and i was just paranoid, but literally sometime last week, she not only:

messaged me 4 times privately on discord to reply to a question i already answered (being like do you think i'm a bad person? or something like that. but i answered it! and she added something on the end that i didn't see because i was busy and in a different timezone.)

tagged me twice in the server to try and get my attention for this question.

private messaged me here on tumblr.

sent an ask, which i do still have & a screenshot in case it gets deleted btw, about it.

MADE. A THROWAWAY ACCOUNT. BAITING ME INTO REPLYING TO IT. it was a comment abt a fic, so i said thank you, and within 3 fucking minutes max, she sent me ANOTHER message on discord saying "please stop ignoring me." THE ACCOUNT NOW, IS GONE. SO THAT'S HOW I KNOW IT'S HER. you will see later, too, that this is fitting for her character.

i know that screenshot is not much to go off of, but that account did not follow me, did not even like or interact with that fic. i remember taking that screenshot because i was like, there's no way this is her, like actually no way, because the first message to get me to say anything was just like a compliment. and the moment i replied, she messages me, and after i message back, i get the above response. i hope this makes sense.

this is her strike 2, by the way, because i was getting harassed and i wasn't going to sit there and be like yeah this is fine that this is happening to me. i am six hours, maybe more, behind her timewise. as you can see in the screenshot, it was 1:27 am for me.

so all of this happens, and she's getting increasingly more passive aggressive. she keeps bringing up CONSTANTLY that none of us interact with her things anymore, which is crazy to me, because she hardly interacted with ours but expected things back for her. not to mention, of course i wasn't going to interact with someone the same after that someone stole my shit.

all of this leads to december 17th, which yes, was yesterday. which i'm assuming is her big crashout because it's the only reason i can think of anything else that it could be??? but me and a lot of the other server members get anons like this. which is why, like i said earlier, i am convinced the kys is her. this one is the one i received.

and these are a couple that my friends did.

none of us reply, and she's spamming in the chat asking if we got anything, and we all deny it, because we know it's her. like, who else comes into other people's asks to talk shit on someone else? it makes no sense. especially people that the anon wouldn't have known? that she was friends with? i wasn't even in her little intro tagged post, like a lot of the server was before now, so it's literally a dead giveaway that this is her.

when she gets to me, though, after being told i think twice that no, none of us received anything, tumblr must have eaten it, her message changes. and she's like "i just got a second ask telling me that you definitely got one." and when i asked to see the screenshot of the ask that name drops me, she says she deleted it. like how convenient, right?

so this is where things get absolutely mental. more so than they are.

the dani era. shortlived but absolutely insane. suddenly she's leaving her account, as you probably saw from one of her posts that's now deleted, but i might have a screenshot.

you can't really see it but she changed her server name to dani too, and you might have seen her account before literally this afternoon, was daniisms. so again, she is kicked, because suddenly handing off your account to a stranger is weird and violates the rules. i am not in charge of the kicking, by the way, if for some reason you think i am. i literally am just a person in the server who for some reason was targetted? idk.

i don't want to air out her shit but this is the reasoning she provided for why she was quitting and 'dani' was taking over. sorry it's so small i was on my laptop n so it's just. like that.

in a later message, she brings up how specifically she is depressed... because of lack of engagement from us. literally. and i get that that's upsetting, but she just handed over her whole account allegedly? because of it? that's insane to me.

so after she's kicked, she starts messaging some of us on discord, i got an ask.

this, also, is still in my drafts, because i was going to privately be like arty this is actually clinical please seek help, but it wouldn't let me post it privately so i didn't! because i never wanted! any of this! public! from the very beginning!

also you can see there, the username change. so a lot of us block her. i didn't because i wanted to see if being kicked and no longer apart of the server would make her give it up, which yeah, i should have, but i give a lot of benefit of the doubt if you can't tell, when all it does is bite me in the ass.

because a lot of people got blocked, she made an account called bella-oftheball, and only followed two people from the server, commented on one of my random fics, and on the account right now, her only like is another person from the server's. not to mention, the header on the account is literally exactly her edit style. again. blocked.

so this morning. all of us are getting messages from arty again, suddenly back on her account, and claiming that all of this is a hacker. that she hasn't even been here for weeks. so this is the first time she's seeing any of this allegedly and she's confused, doesn't understand why she's gone from the server, her discord account's deleted...

still here in my friends list. lol. and she's in my asks, as you can see where i answer it. so you can see her exact defense and then her in the comments.

now i just want you to tell me why a hacker would:

post all of her drafts

target a spn tumblr writing acct??? like?

and none of her sideblogs ?

make up ANOTHER persona aka the friend named dani.

go through the effort of liking some of our things when she did, and interacting with all of us in the server???

because hackers usually idk. delete the entire accounts. or post awful things on someone else's accts. they wouldn't just run it like their own ??????

so yeah. she's back on tumblr btw, as artyandink, as arty. i'm posting this because her intro message has changed to no longer have any of the server ( not me, never me, and i wonder why! ) but people that i know she's telling all of this too and painting not only me as a bad guy, but also my friends who literally only are involved because they were defending me. dragged into this shit for daring to believe me.

i am making this both in my defense and as a warning. please be careful around this person! she switches identities on a dime to fit her narrative, will harass you if you don't answer fast enough, will harass you if you say anything she doesn't like, and will literally torment your entire friend group if she deems fit, as a form of sick pleasure or something. again, i don't know her motive, just that i've been going through this behind the scenes for 3 fucking weeks, all for it to lead up to this, and to have me being pinned by her to people that do not know a thing about this because it was NEVER MEANT. TO BE PUBLIC. OR THIS INSANE.

<3 please stay safe ily guys.

[npookie0]

Hi!! Hope you're doing good! :) Can you write a mute MC x Ronin fanfic? (they had a lot of vc during the game, it would be nice to have them play truth or dare). Thank you <3

The Devil is your voice.

You were tapping a rhythm on your desk nervously. You have just received a invite to some wacky server on dark web. It was strange truly, you just wanted someone to tell you how killing with a crowbar worked, but now you were being invited to a community? Maybe people with interests similar to your would be there?

You sighed, one of the only sounds that ever left your mouth and didn't sound weird or muffled because of your disability. Yes, you're mute. You visited more doctors and therapists since your muteness was found out than any adult in your family ever had.

You didn't have many friends, not a lot od people wanted to speak to the weird quiet kid who always sat alone and had some form of special treatment. Solitude does strange things to people, for you it was hyperfixating on murderers and stories about them. You were in love with the gore, a murder didn't need voice to be gruesome and intriguing, that's what you loved the most about it.

You clicked the link. Filled in the password that the random person sent and a copy-paste version of Discord was in front of your eyes now.

goreboy: welcome new christanaised @user!

hitmeuppp: WELCOME TO HELL

More welcoming messages were sent by the server's members. You watched it all in confusion, no one was so welcoming to you before. It felt pleasant. Even if they were greeting you because they wanted to be polite, it made you smile a little bit. It's definitely the loneliness that made you so excited because of a few silly greetings.

user: Hello :)

goreboy: don't Forget to check #rules

goreboy: there's barely Anything there but yk

You clicked on the rules channel, it would be best to follow their rules especially after the wam welcome. You were expecting a long list of rules, but what you saw exceeded all your expectations.

goreboy: be a serial killer, First rule of fight club. oh yeah and don't Be transphobic, racist and other weird shit. or angel will Snipe you.

Angelic: And it's not a threat, it's a promise.

. . . What.

Serial killers? No, that has to be a joke. Right?

You spent weeks in the server, and it turns out that these are real serial killers. The Butcher, The Heartsick Angel and some more. You were positively horrified? Yes, they could discover you and kill you, but you could gain more knowledge to your book. The only risk you're facing is losing your life, and it's only if you won't play the game right.

The person who stuck in your mind the most was goreboy, also known as The Butcher, or Ronin. He held his surname as a secret, you weren't too angry about it, you had a secret on your own too, or more than one secret actually.

You decided to hide the fact that you're mute, you were worried that they would treat you like other people did. There was one big problem tho, the killers really wanted you to join voice calls with them and you couldn't just give them half assed excuses, right? To your surprise every time they wanted to call with you, Ronin appeared from nowhere to save you.

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: Hey dude hop on call with us!!!! @user

hitmeuppp: yeah! we have to hear you :3

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

While you were struggling to find a new excuse, Ronin decided to come out and save you... again.

goreboy: sorry folks

goreboy: the devil Is on the Line rn

You were surprised every time he did that. Why would Ronin keep on saving you? What's there in it for him?

You decided to send him a dm, it's time to face the devil.

user: Why are you doing this?

goreboy: doin' what?

goreboy: saving your ass? well it's not fun to watch you think of a Magical excuse

goreboy: Unfortunately they stopped working, killers are ready To attack

goreboy: and trust me, Eight murderers at your ass? that's not fun.

You read his messages, it made sense right? But wait... how did he know about the excuses being lies? His style of texting infatuated you too. Why the capital letters in the middle of a sentence?

You remembered Angel saying something about Ronin hiding messages like that. You decided to follow it and read the four capitalized letters.

Mute.

oh.

oh no. He knows.

goreboy is calling.

You didn't even have time to panic, Ronin didn't wait around, he just called. Well it's good to see the person who can be a serious threat to you, how the saying goes; keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

You picked up. A guy with plum coloured hair hidden under a beanie with red horns was looking at you. His eyes black and empty, like two black holes ready to swallow you.

< Hey darling. >

He signed. It was slow, like he tried t be careful about his movements. It felt like he was fairly new at this, the floppiness was there.

Wait.

He did what?!

Well, that was a shocker to say the least. You were looking at Ronin, your eyes widened.

< You sign? >

You signed back, sharp and fast, matching you anxiety, the first shock slowly left You were looking at Ronin's face, he was focusing his attention on your hands, then he just chuckled and shook his head.

"I assume that you asked if I know sign language? Well, I started to learn after I discovered your little issue."

He admitted, a smirk glued to his face. He was amused. You were amusing to him...

You sighed, guess you'll have to type most of your questions.

user: How do you know about this?

He read your message and then looked back at you.

"Wasn't hard. You should be careful about the links your click, Y/N."

So grabbing your IP wasn't just a joke. Does it mean that he knows everything? No, if he did you would be dead, he would know that you are not a serial killer.

user: Why are you keeping my secret?

He didn't answer your question. He just looked into your eyes.

"Why do you?"

And with that he hang up. Great, that's definitely a good sign. A good sign to look for a coffin.

Before you could notice two months had passed since you joined the server, Ronin was now officially shipped with you by half of the server, and he didn't argue with them. He messaged you and called you, he did some progress with his sign language, even invented some unique signs just for the two of you.

"Hey, let's play truth or dare."

He said while the two of you were on call, you raised your eyebrow at him and he just chuckled.

"Don't give me that look, I won't dare you to confess your deepest darkest secrets darling."

You sighed and shook your head in disbelief.

< Fine. Truth or dare? >

Your hand movements were slower than usual. Yeah, Ronin could understand some of the language, but your usual pace was too fast for him to catch up with it. You weren't going to give him the upper hand here, so you asked first.

"Truth."

There were a lot of questions you wanted to ask him, about his work, motives, reasons, but one question in particular was above all of these.

user: Are you and Angel a thing?

That question was boiling in your mind. You needed to know, inspiration or not, you didn't want to write about or romance anyone who is dating, especially when their partner is a dangerous serial killer.

Ronin frowned at the question, looking away with a slight blush.

"Hah, so you noticed... Yes and no. Yeah I used to date Angel, nah we're not a thing. She taught me a lot, gave me love... closure too."

He looked back at you and smirked.

"Don't you dare tell her this sappy bullshit or you'll be fish feed."

You nodded. His answer lifted a wight off of your shoulders. Not like you had any chances with Ronin, you doubt that someone like him would like you, someone who can't talk.

"My turn. Truth or dare darling?"

He asked, you signed < dare > in response.

"Go to main, and tell'em you're obsessed with me."

Well that was an unexpected dare, but who were you to not indulge the devil in his schemes?

#main:

user: I'm obsessed with Ronin :3

Aaand sent. Time to watch the hell's gate open.

hitmeuppp: OMG WHAT

Angelic: Even I wasn't so shameless

felicite: @goreboy someone left a confession for you

goreboy: guess my Devilish charm is Working heh

"Hah! That's a good one."

He said.

You played two more rounds before the final one.

"So, 's the last round. I'm going for dare."

You thought for a second, something silly and stupid, no need to stay all serious.

user: made me a server mod ;p

"Oh hide that smug-mug."

He chuckled once he looked at your proud smile. Ronin really took pride in watching your expressions, how your mouth was forming into a smile or a scowl, your nose wrinkled when you were thinking or annoyed, or your eyes lit up when he was showing the signs the learned.

"Done."

And he hang up.

You checked and holy shit! You really are a mod now.

That was a shocker, but you couldn't expect Ronin to act rationally or be predictable, so it wasn't that weird to receive that role from him.

Ronin was really into playing his little mind games with you. Trying to irritate you to see different emotions on your face, getting you so angry that you will make sounds like groans and loud sighs, it was satisfying him. He knew that pushing you to say words would be too much, he didn't need you to speak anyway. Learning other ways to communicate or read you were a challenge, and the devil never backed away from any challenge.

December. A time for Christmas and what not. You were sitting by your desk, adding finishing touches to one of the reports you had to send back to your boss soon, at least as a news writer you didn't have to worry about talking.

You noticed how some of the killers were less active in their murderous escapades, maybe other than Angel and Ronin, Angel dropped six kills one day and Ronin, well you could feel how his murders were more of an anger outburst? Like he was hiding something in the massacred bodies.

user: Ronin are you free to talk?

You rarely asked him to call, it was mostly Ronin who did that, he called you out of the blue and talked, showing you the new signs he learned and followed your "instructions" when you noticed that one of the sign was floppier than the rest.

He got really good with signing now, you didn't have to type as much as you did before, his learning source must've been really good or expensive, or both, for him to get this well so quickly.

He wasn't replying for a while, but you could swear that he was burning a hole in his computer screen with his stare. Finally the devil graced you with a reply.

goreboy: oh you're Asking for a Call?

goreboy: how can i Ever say No to this?

user: Srs? A Hamilton ref?

goreboy: jus call me already darl

And you did. Ronin's face was in front of you now. He didn't look so himself? That devil-may-care attitude was less noticeable, maybe for a regular person he would look the same, but you learned to notice small details in people's body language and expressions.

< Are you okay? >

Your hands moved smoothly, still slower than normally but you didn't have to be so careful about every sign.

"Jus the season."

He said with a shrug. His eyes showed exhaustion, and just how upset he was.

"Nah, I don't want to talk about that."

It's like he read your mind, you wanted to ask about it, but his answer made you drop it.

"What'dya wanted to talk about?"

He asked, titling his head to the side and looking at the mask in his hand, some fresh blood was on it.

< You just killed someone, haven't you? >

"And what if I did? That fucking pastor deserved to die anyway."

You heard it, there was anger laced under his act. He was angry, but it wasn't the pastor, no. It was something way deeper than that.

You were jealous of Ronin, or rather of anyone who could speak freely. Yeah, you're used to not talking, but expressing yourself through more than how your hands moved or what kind of expression you had was something you desired.

"Thinking how much you yearn to speak, hm darling?"

Ronin asked, his chin resting on his palm as he looked at you, His gaze was knowing, like he could read you like an opened book.

< I just want people to understand me better Ronin. >

Your hands were shaking a little bit, your emotions were guiding you to spill everything out.

< I don't want to hide myself anymore, but what if they won't understand? What if I won't be accepted? >

The rest of your killer friends were on your mind, you hated refusing the voice calls, you hated hiding this secret. Okay you were lying about being a killer, but this was something that you had to do in order to survive.

"Then spill your guts."

Ronin's voice broke through the barrier of your mind and brought you back.

"Jus spill it. If they like you they will understand, and if they don't accept then they're assholes. You're not the only disabled one here."

You could guess who he was talking about. A sigh left your lips. He was right.

< Thank you Ronin, I hope that you will be willing to tell me whatever you're dealing with one day too. >

This call was short, but it was helpful. You saw a more raw side of Ronin and he helped you make up your mind...

On the New Year's Eve you decided to confess your disability to the server, so maybe now they would understand why you were avoiding the calls so much.

user: Hey guys. I wanted to tell you all something. I can't hide it anymore. The reason why I never agreed to the voice calls is because I am mute. I'm sorry for not saying sooner, I had some unpleasant situations with people after my confession.

You sent the message and in nerves started to look at other chats to see if you didn't miss any messages... Then the first ! showed up next to #main and you had to click it.

goreboy: they're not lying folks

Well at least Ronin took your side here.

K9: I understand.

Ah yes, the simple answer from V, no excitement or disappointment, just a simple sign of acceptance coming from the vigilante.

Angelic: I'm happy to know that you trust us enough to share this <3

After three more encouraging messages you broke down, tears running down your cheeks. It was the first time anyone has shown you this much acceptance and encouragement. Hell, they even apologised for pushing you so much. You wanted to thank them so much, but your vision was too blurry to type.

You calmed down after a while, the first thing you noticed was an unread message from Ronin in your chat with him.

goreboy: see? told Ya they would accept.

You smiled at the message and replied.

user: Thanks Ronin, I mean it.

goreboy: anything for you darling

His answered got you to roll your eyes and smile a little. What an annoyingly sweet asshole he was.

Headcanons <3

Ronin will rile you up, he wants to see your expressions and body language change. Maybe he can't hear you but he will for sure watch and read you.

If you use a notebook to communicate he will take your pens away and nudge your head with it, a proud grin stuck to his face.

If someone acts like an asshole to you because of your disability he sure is ready to send their heads flying. "They can't speak, but I fucking will."

He learned sign language since the moment he found out that you're mute, but he is still not perfect with it, to make his life easier you agreed to make some signs just for the two of you.

Since you can't use words, you use different way of showing Ronin your care and love, his favourite is touch - him being touch starved.

He would never push you into learning saying any words, be it his name or anything else, he knows that it's a struggle and he won't put you through that.

I hope you liked it <3

Sorry for not updating as much :(

Love you pookies <33

- N ;p

[mayon3sa]

: ̗̀➛ THRIFTY

Synopsis:Having to clutch up the last round of a game is frustrating. What’s even more frustrating is getting clipped by one of the team members from the other team because they died. What happens when said clip ends up going viral and people start laughing at how the dynamic between the two strangers is. Not only does it end up going viral but it also encourages new friendships to be made through it and maybe even more than just friendships.

THRIFTY : PATCH ONE ☁︎ USER BARBONIE273???

SERIES MASTERLIST ┊ ⋆ ┊V2: NAWT COOL(TBA)

Playing Valorant alone was always one of your biggest fears, even though you were a professional player and had enough experience to speak up for yourself you always fell victim to the what if thoughts during certain games. Spiraling down those thoughts always seemed impossible to let go of ; Lucky something always distracted you from venturing any further into those thoughts

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you were starting to worry your phone rang making you stop what you were doing and picking up the incoming call

“Y/N hop on val i’m on stream right now girly” Jirous voice rang through your phone

“I’m setting up my stream wait, in the meantime join the discord vc”

“Girl hurry up”

“Damn bro stop rushing me i’m almost done i'm fixing my mic, I’ll join the discord when i finish up bye bye”

“Hurry up if not i’m not playing with you bye bye”

Just as you were done setting up your mic you joined the discord vc to see shindo and shinsou also on the call

“I thought you guys were streaming why are you on call” you questioned

“Ehh we got bored and decided to just chill in call and hear you guys play val” Shindo said

“50 bucks y/n throws this game” shinsou said

“Haha hilarious you asshole, you wanna talk about throwing games let's talk about your two week lose streak back to back”

“Alright bro you didn’t have to do all that, just say you’re pressed and move on i guess”

“When i see you shinso it’s on fucking sight bro, bring your boxing gloves hoe”

“Or what”

“Oh my god both of you shut up, Y/N join my party i already sent the invite”Jirous voice interrupted you and shinou’s bickering

After nearly 20 minutes of you and Jirou playing you guys were approaching the end of the game with one last match having to take place in order for you guys to win the game. Saying you were exhausted was an understatement so needing some fun in the game you held a poll on your chat asking what you should do for the last round and surprisingly majority voted to play pistol only as it would’ve been fun. And that’s exactly what you decided on doing

“We should all do eco this round, with light shields and classical pistols” You had said to your team's general voice chat

“I’m down i’m getting bored of this game either way” a girl said

“Yeah i’m also down why not” Another girl said

“I mean why not we could win this round so sure” yet another girl also agreeing with your idea

“Jirou play eco this round let’s win this last round with thrifty that would be funny as hell” You commed

“Sure”

Just as the round started you lurked around b site playing around with your raze kit and knife making markings along the walls 

“Y/N there’s someone around the corner i set up cypher traps but they have guardian one tap and you're done for” jirou commed

“Relax i have roomba with me we’ll be ight”

“Y/N says that and she’s always first to die with than damn robot” Shinso said 

“Shut the hell up bro if i miss my shots i’ll get a medium to put a hex on you”

“Girl shut up and shoot 2 of them are coming to sight” jirou commed

“Damn bro y’all on my ass i know, i got it”

As Y/N as holding down b site two enemies had entered site you used paint shells as decoy and shot two of the enemies

“2 down, i think some might be lurking mid jirou tell iso to hold mid”

“Iso IS holding down mid dumbass look at mini map”

“Well not anymore she’s dead go hold down mid i’ll rotate to a”

“Shindo do you ever think about like what if dress to impress ever added a serving cunt category like imagine someone dressed up as maddie from euphoria” shinso talked into mic

“No because honestly think about it that would make the game so much better, i NEED that category added”

“I got sage, our phoenix commed 2 in a Y/N let’s rotate”

“Bro our whole team just full on died it’s just us” jirou said as she was checking player starts

“We’re winning this with hopes and dreams bro”

“Trust, trust i’ve been practicing my aim i can clutch this watch” y/n said

Just as Y/N and jirou were holding down a sight the enemy teams yoru had teleported behind jirou, though it was a good strategy on their part jirou managed to kill them, leaving the round between the enemy chamber, you and jirou. You do have to say as smart as the chamber was for using decoys they weren’t smart enough to kill jirou, they weren’t smart enough to realized you had your ultimate so just in time when they peaked you managed to kill them

‘THRIFTY’ was all that was heard as the round ended

Not wanting to leave a sour taste on the other players you left a message you thought was nice and Whitty on general chat ‘no scope :P wp’ 

“Alright jirou i think i’m gonna hop off i need to take care of my hedgehog bye jirou bye stream I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow at the same time as today stay safe and hydrated guys”

Meanwhile…

“I FUCKING LOST TO A RAZE WITH NO DAMN GUN HOW BRO HOW” was all that was heard through bakugos stream

“AND WHAT KIND OF NAMES IS BARBONIE273?”

“THIS HAS TO BE SOME JOKE THERE’S NO WAY BRO HOW”

Just as he managed to somewhat calm down from the anger of that match he cut the clip and uploaded the rest to twitter

A/N. AHHHHH i finally finished the first chapter im so exhausted ngl but yayyy

taglist.@twinnintwink , @sara4uuu , @captainshindo , [open just ask to be in it :))]

[wisteriaphobia]

Alright time to come out, not out of the closet, but I am Nat (Or Lilnatx) . I wanted to come here and share my story or fairy tales if you don't like me. I was a part of “clique 1”

Not to use my age like a pokemon card but I am 15, and I don't care what you have to say to me personally but I'm sick and tired of my name being dragged through the mud and being used as a scapegoat. But I have lots of pent up anger that I didn't have the privilege of saying.

April 3rd was the day I was banned from nevermore, with no proof. Like at all, I'm still bamboozled and scratching my head like a monkey on what was actually on me and my friends. We were accused of “shit talking” and I have yet to see the shit that we have allegedly talked about.

And honestly? Even if I did shit talk people, why… in a conversation about a predator … does that matter? I'm exhausted with how Red always fights with teenagers (like me) and other friends of mine. It's so despicable that the minions might just leave Gru for her instead. I was in gym class when I got banned and honestly? I would rather get banned 10 more times than do another plank for 2 minutes while seeing my P.E teacher's bald head.

My crimes that I did publicly (in the screenshot that red posted) is me being.. not fucking involved? Right before I got banned I was staying away from people that I previously did not enjoy and in fact I tried my best to not interact with them directly. At one point I had many members blocked on my discord because I was tired of being the villain.

Yet here I am in the year of our lord July of 2024 and people are still referring to my friends as “nats clique” like I said earlier im 15, quince. I have little power over my friends' actions , especially if they're an adult. I can barely get Laci to join me on Minecraft let alone make her collaborate on some high tech scheme, what is this shit? Oceans 11?

I find it petty that red refers to my friends as a “clique” we're a friend group, and the definition of a clique requires a group that's hard to get into. The server (until now) was open, you could pull up to Jinx's profile like a McDonald's drive through and get an invite. Our friend group was constantly expanding and if you personally felt like you were scared to talk to us, I'm sorry that you never experienced the poop closet jokes.

Red being paranoid about what a bunch of teenagers were maybe saying behind her back to deflect about crimson is quite irresponsible I do say so myself. So please Red! With a cherry on top! Show me what I did to you. What sin have I committed on your ego that should banish me to hell. Because I sure as hell don't know what I've done, (and you can quote this) you probably don't know what I've done either, because you made it all up.

Unfortunately I have no screenshots to give, because my phone storage is ass. But you can hit up any of the members of my clique for proof regarding my innocence. I promise I'm not an evil bitch who wants to ban you (not evil not evil no I'm the least evil person I know)

I'm sorry if this response upsets you, but if a 15 year old girl who ships who chicks bothers you so much. Imagine how I feel, imagine now so many people who once looked up to you feel. Everyone in your post looked up to you once as a role model, and have had panic attacks and stress because (allegedly) you harmed them with your cruel words. You can think it's your fault or not that's not my problem.. but for someone who wants evidence and proof 24/7 you sure like to not give out proof of anyone else.

P.S if you were anyone who gave red evidence of my wrong doings, can I see them? Cause I don't know what I have done.

P.P.S I'm not a man, and I write fanfiction of lesbian vampires.

P.P.P.S this is so not sigma that I gotta make this response

[hptriadfest]

HP Triad Fest AUTHORS REVEALED!!!

Can't believe we're here! Another season of HP Triad Fest is slowly coming to a close! We'll be reblogging the wonderful works our hardworking participants have created over the next few weeks so they really get their time to shine, but this is the real Big Moment this fest has been building up to! We want to take this chance to thank everyone who was involved in this year's HP Triad fest. Thank you, firstly, to everyone who brought their imagination to us and submitted the lovely prompts for our authors to choose from. A huge thank you to every single author who claimed a prompt and helped us have this fest be what it is - there would be no fest without you. And finally, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you to you, the lovely people who have followed along, interacted with and cheered our authors on, whether on Tumblr, AO3 or Discord. We hope you've had fun, and we hope you'll come back next year!

Without further ado, it is my honour to present to you:

✨THE REVEALED MASTERLIST✨

Sit With Us [ART] by @digthewriter

Ship: Sirius Black/Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: G Summary: Something messy. Something real. Something that might turn into love—even if it doesn't start that way.

A Stampede of Misbehaviour by @dystopianrebel

Ship: Molly Weasley/Arthur Weasley/Lord Voldemort Rating: E Word Count: 3,346 Summary: After six boys, Molly and Arthur are desperate for just one girl – therefore, they call upon a demon to make a deal… Except that a denizen of Hell isn’t exactly who they end up summoning. It’s okay, though, because the Dark Lord is here to help!

Mother Dearest by @yoshifics

Ship: Blaise Zabini/Pomona Sprout/Poppy Pomfrey Rating: G Word Count: 9,333 Summary: Blaise Zabini did not expect to end up in any sort of romantic partnership. Now that he has, he's noticing he might have some emotional issues.

Come Closer And Stay by Elvira_Kamgut

Ship: Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey/Pomona Sprout Rating: G Word Count: 610 Summary: Voldemort has returned, of that Dumbledore is certain, but what does it mean for Minerva?

Adult Product Testing by @piximera-fic

Ship: Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Ginny Weasley Rating: E Word Count: 2,288 Summary: Ginny was their normal tester, so she didn't understand why they suddenly didn't want her to help out. Turns out their newest line was a more adult line.

More than Roommates by @ceilidhchaos and SarahFraser

Ship: Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini Rating: E Word Count: 1,816 Summary: A freshly single Ginny Weasley discovers that having two fit as hell roommates is no burden.

Midnight Chocolate by @qqquack13

Ship: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley Rating: T Word Count: 1,952 Summary: Eighth-years share a common room upon returning to Hogwarts. Ron and Pansy hear Hermione’s nightmares through her silencing spells.

Bondage transcends dimensions by The_sapphire_potterhead

Ship: Charlie Weasley/Harry Potter/Cedric Diggory Rating: E Word Count: 8,942 Summary: Everyone had regrets, especially close to death. Harry was the lucky case and got to confess his feelings to his previously unrealisable crushes thanks to dimension travel. How would that affect the war and the prophecy? Harry didn't care. He was only there for a good time.

Welcome To The Family by @piximera-fic

Ship: Orion Black/Abraxas Malfoy/Severus Snape Rating: E Word Count: 1,758 Summary: To celebrate Severus joining the Death Eaters, Orion and Abraxas invite him over for drinks.

the moon loves how the flowers grow by ZoomieZoomie324

Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Lavender Brown/Luna Lovegood Rating: T Word Count: 1,857 Summary: They’ve gone through this before. Three times, in fact. Nothing ever changed between them. Personalities might, but their love did not.

Lines That Make Our Heart by @blackseatwenty

Ship: Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy Rating: E Word Count: 10,737 Summary: Draco is still adjusting to their new arrangement—he's happy, mostly, but there are emotions he hasn't fully grasped, questions he's too afraid to ask. Luna wonders if she'll ever truly stop wandering and finally call somewhere home, everything is temporary, isn't it? Harry wants them both to stay, but how can he say it without sounding desperate and like the young boy who is just greedy for love?

Like a Tattoo by @yoshifics

Ship: Sirius Black/Lavender Brown/Blaise Zabini Rating: T Word Count: 11,073 Summary: Lavender has gotten settled into the rhythm of her adult life. She is in charge of her own tattoo parlor, and has a steady stream of clients, some of whom she's grown quite close to. But just as Sirius Black has made himself a place in her familiar routine, a new visitor settles into her life, opening new possibilities.

Catalyst by @smugrobotics

Ship: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Teddy Lupin Rating: E Word Count: 7,494 Summary: "Marriage isn't about getting everything you need," Harry said, words pouring like salt into the open, wounded space between them. "Have you ever thought that maybe it could be?"Or: Edward Lupin comes home.

Daddy Can We Keep Him, Please? [FIC+ART] by @ohkokori

Ship: Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy Rating: Mature Word Count: 575 Summary: “Look, Blaise”, Draco sniggered into Harry’s ear before nibbling on it, “It’s that map of his.”Blaise had to extract Harry’s other ear from between his teeth to respond but not before dropping a couple of soothing pecks on it. “No need for all that, Harry. We would have gladly”, Blaise raised his hand up from Harry’s thigh in a glide and then punctuated each of his next words with a slap on Harry’s clothed arse, “Given.” “You.” “An.” “Invite.”

Soulmates Paradox by @aleysiasnape

Ship: Abraxas Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Cygnus Black Rating: E Word Count: 1,553 Summary: Hermione uses a spell to bring her soulmates forward in time.

Thank you again everyone, and don't forget to show our authors the love they deserve!

HP Triad Fest is an anonymous fest celebrating triads — romantic relationships between three equal parties of any gender, binary and sexuality — within the Harry Potter universe by inviting participants to create prompt-based fanworks centred around them! It's hosted on Archive of Our Own and supported via Tumblr and Discord.

[klikandtuna]

Hiii! Sooo the thing is… I have literally joined Discord JUST so that I can be part of the extreme (sport) squee’ing that must surely be taking place right now (!!) after this latest chap of ABC. 🥹🥹🥹 The FOMO is real!

And while I kinda exist mainly in a state of semi-permanent lurk mode, it’s become one of those things where if one must lurk, one should do so near like-minded peeps.

Ugh. Just. I adore this story and these boys *so much*. Like. You are amazing. Thank you SO MUCH for the spectacular writing and art, and honestly all of your other work as well. I’m such a fan! (You’ve got some of the most incredible, gargantuan, emotionally-tastic fics, but like, Naked and Afraid is truly one of my go-to re-reads that will cheer me up and make me laugh out loud on even the crappiest of days. Just sayin’. That story is kind of just in me at this point. I mean not like, IN me, in me. Unless…?)

All of this to say (sorry - sometimes get suuuuper long-winded when lurk-mode is temporarily disengaged!), but could I snag the invite link?? 🤪

Come on in, the server’s fine ☺️ Honestly it’s turned out to be one of the best ideas I’ve ever had — everyone in there is so kind and thoughtful and we’re having a wonderful time! (We spent a lot of time yesterday debating the merits of various pies and then figuring out which of us is the tallest and would therefore have to fetch pies for the group)

And thank you. I adore all of my boys — Jingle Hell has a very special place in my heart and your “unless…?” made me cackle — and ABC is pretty much my entire inner world these days. Thank you for loving Ant and Azlan, and please come enjoy the squeeing on the server! (Or just lurk; lurkers are welcome too) I’ll DM you an invite link 💛

[mi6-cafe]

It's Next Chapter November!

Our challenge is quite simple this month: write your next chapter! Finish that artwork that's been stuck in WIP hell! Whatever it is, let us be your inspiration to make progress on your current project. For bonus accountability, share your progress with the community on WIP Wednesdays, regardless of what fandom it is for.

Tag us in your posted Bond-related creations so we can reblog them. As always, all ships, gen fic, and genres are welcome! You can also add anything to our AO3 collection.

Festive Fanwork Fiesta is on the horizon

Signs ups for this year’s Festive Fanwork Fiesta will run November 16-30. During this fiesta, we send you three prompts and give you a week to create something. This will run for three weeks and it's your chance to give someone in the fandom a little gift as you fill a prompt which has been sitting on the prompt sheet for a while. For more information see here. Don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions!

Saturday Cafe: Nov 2, 16, and 30

Come join us in the fandom Slack as we write, draw, sprint, plot, brainstorm, cheerlead, and generally have a good time trying to get things done together. If you’d like an invite to the Slack, go ahead and message @castillon02 or @spiritofcamelot!

Bond Book Readalong, Saturdays at 9pm ET

The longfic readalong crew is taking a break from fanfic to go back to the source material. We will be taking a couple months to read Diamonds are Forever. This is a proper detective novel full of diamond smuggling, Felix Leiter, and a really over-the-top bad guy. Not to mention our latest Bond girl: Tiffany Case.

We will provide a digital version of the text for you to follow along, but we also recommend seeing if your local library has a copy. We’d love to see you there. You are welcome to listen if you don’t or can’t read aloud!    

When: Saturdays at 9pm eastern/6pm Pacific.

Where: We’ll be reading on discord in the readalongs channel. (Invite to discord here)

Please join us to read or just hang out.

Other social events

We have loved all the movies, game nights, even TTRPGs that happened during Fest this year and we hope to see more of them throughout the year!

We will happily promote other watch party events of spy movies or whatever else you would like to organize.

Weekly events:

WIP Wednesday: You can post an excerpt of your WIP on our post or make your own post and mention the @mi6-cafe. Either way it’s a fun way to show people what you’re working on, Bond fandom or otherwise.

Weekly Bond movies: Hosted by womble every Sunday at 8am Pacific time, join us in Discord to watch one of the Bond movies. Keep an eye on the watch party calendar linked below for updates.

Want to host your own event in the Discord or elsewhere? Let us know about it so we can add it to the calendars!

Calendars

Watch Party Calendar MI6 Cafe Calendar   If you need help adding these calendars to your personal one, check out this post.

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Final Season 2 AU Story (first story here, second one here)

Sugar!Baby

Nanny

Himbo Witch

Snippet

[Dustin] went to go leap over the counter when Steve grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Oh hell no,” Steve snapped. “One I just sorted those tapes and I’m not doing it again, and two you don’t need to hack shit, because I know where he is without all the techno bullshit.”

“Techno is a genre a music,” Max supplied unhelpfully.

“And it’s not bullshit if it helps us find him!” Dustin growled.

“Did you even listen to the rest of Steve said?” Robin asked, knocking his hat off his head. “He knows where Eddie is.”

Dustin blinked at Steve for a moment. “How would you know that?”

Steve rolled his head and tilted his head back. “Because I was on the actual fucking walkie talkies you make us carry around everywhere we go and Eddie radioed the party last night. AND I was the only one who answered!”

Dustin and Max blinked at Steve’s outburst, shocked that he would yell at them. But with Eddie missing and a girl dead, it was forgivable.

“So where is he,” Dustin groused, picking up his hat and slamming it down on his head, “if you’re so smart?”

“Reefer Rick’s boathouse on Lover’s Lake?” Steve suggested with a half shrug.

~

A note about the final story in the Steve gets adopted by Hellfire and becomes a theatre nerd trilogy: it will not be as long as the others, it will focus on a little of season four, and then the aftermath. I don't imagine it will be more than 10k words. I wanted to wrap it up and not leave it dangling, but I'm not loving the universe anymore.

When I wrote the first one "Can Anybody See Me?" there weren't that many season 2 AUs where Hellfire adopted Steve after season 2. Now there are...maybe not hundreds, but at least dozens of them. I also never intended to go further than where I ended the first one, but there was demand for a sequel and I wrote it.

To say it wasn't as well received as the first would be an understatement. It did 1/3 the numbers of the original and I struggled with the desire to want to finish it at all. But after talking to my wonderful discord peeps, I decided to do a short, almost epilogue so that it would be done. And before season 5 comes out.

So that's the goal, get it done and posted before season 5.

It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

[d33pwaterabyss]

wanna know how we figured out we were plural? too bad, im sharing it anyway

we had been disassociating for years before we discovered our plurality, but at that time we didn't have the proper name for it. instead we called it "spacing out." we would stare off into the distance and become void of thought and feeling, and then zone back in, wondering what happened. we would also speak with random accents for no clear reason, british, slavic. hell, we would carry ourselves differently depending on who was in front (but we didn't know at the time.) eventually our old host (elka) shoved those behaviors away, trying to "appear normal."

but then we wrote a fanfic. and we read a fanfic. and the author of that fic we read commented on ours. we began to have conversations in the comments, then moved to tumblr, then discord. finally, they invited us to join a server where we met plurals for the first time. and they told us their experiences. they gave us a name for the things we had been experiencing for years. finally we had an explanation for everything. and then miles edgeworth told us we were a system (mind you that's the miles in our system specifically, not one from outside of ours.) and everything clicked into place.

we were able to teach our friends, too. that friend who always had someone else with them, internally? now they knew they were a system. now they knew they weren't alone.

that server also introduced us to alterhumanity. it would take some time until our old host would realize they were alterhuman, and when i (leon) became the host, i realized i was alterhuman too.

i know some of the people from that server are on tumblr still. if you come across this, thank you for giving us the words, the community. genuinely you have changed our lives for the better.

[qloof]

So what is the pre-beyblade qloof lore? If you wanna share it of course. But I am curious.

im gonna try to list some stuff out. some of it is probs out of order and im probably missing stuff becase a LOT of stuff happened but that;s ok

- one of the first philza fans/“stans” on twitter right after his blow-up. became friends with the few other twitter fans at the time and joined a groupchat, made by a friend, called “philcult.” i was there way before sleepyboisinc was a thing. phil would interact with us frequently. apparently all of sbi knew who we were ik phil has told tommy about us lmao.

- invited philza to technotwt prom, he and techno joined the server.

- philcult and co. created the Colorzas (different colored philzas which are seperate characters from his minecraft character). i drew the first Redza piece, popularized the current Blueza design, made a handful of Colorza minecraft skins that philza used for MCC.

- The “philza minecraft” name comes from a meme a member in philcult made and we spread it.

- created concepts for the tommyinnit youtooz design. the philza youtooz also was inspired by my philtooz design.

- ender dragon battle with phil two times. one on the first anniversary of philcult iirc and another one on the second.

- i hosted “SleepyTwT Slumber Party” which was a minecraft event for SBI fans. SBI did join the server for a little bit and looked around the build.

- ratio’d Cxlvxn on twitter with the phiddies image (the lore is that the two most liked images would be printed on a shirt/hoodie). other content creators tired to defeat me. he asked techno for help (techno did not help). techno knew me as the guy who ratiod calvin with the phiddies image. incredible.

- philza arts & memes mod in his discord server, members are philcult & co. we sometimes review merch and give input.

there;s a lot more that im not remembering rn but TLDR i was an incredibly active fan before the DSMP era both in twitch chat and on twitter as an artist and such. i still was active during and after the DSMP era but i also started getting into beyblade LOL. and now im a 5yr sub,,i finally got the baby zombie sub badge hell yeah.

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

Announcing a fandom community server!

Hi, guys! This is sorta directed at my followers but also Obey Me fans (and other fandom people).

I mentioned, like, a looong time ago I wanted to do a community server, but I didn't really understand how to use Discord, but since then I've been in a zine, a few collabs, and hosted my own collabs (currently running one for Lucifer 👀). So, I have the experience and knowledge of running a server now!

My urge to create a fandom-centric server has really bloomed and after sitting on the it for a year, I feel confident enough yet still anxious to release a link of an invitation to it (found at the bottom)! It's still fresh, and bots haven't been implemented yet, but I really want to push this out.

I myself am in a lot of different fandoms, obviously Obey Me, but also Baldur's Gate, Stardew Valley, Kingdom Hearts, Persona games, What in Hell is Bad, a few obscure fandoms (like Alien Stage and Touchstarved) and older ones (Homestuck), so I have all the intentions to have this server be inclusive to webcomics, anime and manga and adjacent media, games from standard video games to phone games, graphic novels, books, otome and romance stuff, indie media like web series, cartoons, and games, and more as it grows.

I also want this server to be a hub for writers and artists to share their stuff they're too awkward or anxious to post and receive feedback, and as a place to get to know fellow-minded people in shared fandoms. AUs, theories, headcanons, crossovers, self-inserts, your MCs/OCs - all allowed!

A few things to note:

This is a fandom community server, but it might start out as Obey Me heavy because I'm trying to direct attention to that fandom since that's the one I am mostly in and participated in most things as a fan.

Adults and minors (16+) are allowed, but there are rules implemented that divide channels into SFW and NSFW categories and channels.

Writers, artists, content creators, cosplayers, fans that dabble, etc. are enthusiastically welcomed

The server can also function with channels regarding roleplays and self-publishing (commissions, Etsy shops, etc.)

I really want this server to kinda be a central spot for small fandoms or dying fandoms (like Obey Me) or old fandoms or growing fandoms and ones in-between basically non-existent and probably way too big. I want the server to be a community of different fandoms and the people that incorporate them, and I want it to be a fun place to just either relax with other fans and share works you like or works you've made or as a place to just dip in a silently lurk to look at what people are talking about or look at what is shared or as a place to lose your fucking minds when updates happen or something wild or devastating in the media occurs.

I want this to be a respectful but enjoyable place to come to and join and feel like you can invite friends or maybe even make friends!

Hard rules:

Before entering though, the server has a soft screening process for people to join.

Verifications will be done by me to make sure no one with ill intentions has a chance to cause harassment or harm to members. Fandoms can be toxic and mean in public places like here and Twitter, but this server will be, to the best of my ability, a space away from that.

Absolutely no pedophilic content is allowed. Like, none. It'll be one of the fastest things to get you kicked and banned and blacklisted.

There are rules and specific channels for certain ships and certain explicit content that can be talked about in the server if there are any questions.

This server is for fandom communities and politics and religious hot takes are not applicable here. This is a designated relief zone and none of that is really welcome.

I think that mostly covers the sales pitch and important stuff, lol.

So with all that out of the way--

Link to join: https://discord.com/invite/g8VeSe4t

[sineala]

18+ 616 Steve/Tony Discord Book Club: What If: Iron Man: Demon in an Armor (2010)

It's Iron Man week for Book Club on the 616 Steve/Tony Discord server and I could not think of anything else to read so it's just one issue. This week, we are honoring whatever the hell the MCU is doing, by reading What If: Iron Man: Demon in an Armor!

This is a one-shot 2010 What If by Bob Layton and David Michelinie -- and, honestly, who else would you want to create this? -- set in a world where Tony Stark and Victor Von Doom are college roommates and Doom decides that a great thing to do would be to permanently bodyswap himself and Tony so he can have all of Tony's money. I mean, he is Doctor Doom.

Come join us on You Gave Me A Home, an 18+ comics Steve/Tony Discord server! Once again, that's the custom invite URL discord.gg/stevetony! Fun and easy to remember! We are a chill bunch of nerds who would love to talk to you about comics, gay superheroes, and comics about superheroes we think are gay! Even if you have read zero comics and just think comics Steve/Tony sounds cool, you can come hang with us. If you want to read comics, we can help you do that!