#the problem is that i only read fanfiction now

[lemotmo]

You know I’ve tried so hard to stay neutral on the whole Lou/Tommy of it all. But he did another cameo, which he apparently upped the prices the 145 a video?? But he did another one and he dismissed all of Tommy’s past behavior as being corny and teasing which…does not sit right with me. Like racism, misogyny, toxicity, silent compliance of it all….is not just being corny and teasing. And then he ends the video by talking about Tommy came in at the last minute to save the day and save Bobby and Athena so everyone should be good with him now….. like now we’re taking credit for Hens stuff too?

Idk none of that sat well with me at all and if he is sticking around for any of season 8 I think I need the show to just be like no more cameos from you or something.

Hi Nonny, hope the rest of your day was great. Don't allow things like this to get to you too much. If you feel you need a break from social media, make sure to take it. There is already enough stress in real life, don't let it seep into your fandom life as well. Take care of yourself first. You deserve only the best.

Now on to your ask:

I haven’t seen the cameo you are talking about. I have no desire to see that cameo either. I’ve watched one of Lou’s cameos, way back in the beginning when he started doing them. I found it funny, if a little weird that someone would pay for that, but to each their own.

I’ve been hearing about these cameos more and more lately. And yes, they have started to bother me. Mostly because it seems that Lou is charging these people up to 125 dollar (I’ve even read 145 dollars) to talk about the things ‘he’ thinks or believes to be true about Tommy or Buck/Tommy. Basically he’s talking about his own headcanons as an actor. Which again, is fine, because if it helps him to act better, why not?

The problem lies in the fact that some people have started taking Lou’s headcanons for reality. They hear what he says and see it as ‘canon’ because (right now) Buck/Tommy is a canon couple. While it is true that Buck/Tommy is canon, Lou’s headcanons are just that, little fanfictions he made up in his head. It’s a dangerous road to go down, because where does it end? When Buck/Tommy eventually break up, a lot of people will feel misled by him. It won’t be pretty.

So therefore, I’ve decided to never watch any of his cameos. I’m not really interested in his fantasies for the guest character he plays on my favourite show. I’d much rather be focusing on what 911 is actually showing us on our screens. I focus on the nuances and little details that they want us to pick up on.

Sometimes there are small things that seem inconsequential, but turn out to be very important episodes later. Everything matters on television. There are no coincidences. The writers craft the story, every single thing is planned out for the scene, the actors act it out and we watch on in complete fascination. There is no room for a guest actor’s headcanons or fantasies in a prime time show like this.

That being said though, if he truly dismissed Chimney and Hen’s plight under Captain Gerrard as mere ‘teasing’, that is factually wrong. If you go back to watch the scenes in question, there is bigotry, blatant racism and sexism. It makes me wonder if he even remembers the scenes in question. Did he rewatch them before he came back for season 7? We’ll never know.

But it does highlight, once again, that it isn’t smart to give this guy a platform to talk about his personal headcanons. He was always bound to say something dumb that would piss people off at some point. And here we are today, pissed off and annoyed.

I also want to remind everyone that it wasn’t Tommy who is the real ‘hero’ in the story of saving Bathena on the cruise ship. It was Hen Wilson, who had a bad feeling in her gut and decided to follow that feeling. She got the ball rolling, then Chimney jumped to her aide, because he always will. Buck and Eddie decided to join in, without hesitation, because again—they always will. Tommy was merely the helicopter pilot who flew them all in.

By that definition they are all the heroes in this narrative, which is why they all get medals next episode. But it is only Hen who was smart enough to follow her gut. If all the others are ‘heroes’? Hen Wilson is the only ‘big damn hero’.

I do believe Tommy might be sticking around for the beginning of season 8, because I’m not sure there will be enough time to deal with a proper break up in two episodes. Unless Tim surprises me and actually does manage to pull it off.

But yes, someone should just tell him to stop doing those cameos if his character is to carry over to season 8. It’s starting to get a little worrisome at this point. Charging people to talk about your own fantasies for your character, feels a little exploitative.

Whatever happens with him in season 8, ultimately I’m not really worried about Tommy to be honest. Lou’s stint on 911 is coming to an end pretty soon, one way or the other.

Consider this topic closed for me now. I’ve said all I wanted and needed to say. I don’t feel like wasting any more of my time thinking about or writing about this man and his cameos. I’d rather spend my precious fandom time on the things that matter: the amazing people I’ve met, watching the show and crying copious amounts of tears over these characters I’ve come to love so much, theorising and speculating about what might happen in the next episodes and next season, and above all talking about Buddie—my favourite pastime. 😊

[hometownrockstar]

if you start pointing to certain "social ills" as being specifically unique to the current times and being the result of the failure of individuals then you need to stop that reactionary garbage right away. I mean like pointing to widespread "media illiteracy lack of critical thinking" or "people are all fat and unhealthy because fast food" like if you want to point to a problem you see happening now (honestly its not always that the problem is only specific to current times either) like idk, babies being raised on ipads and it hurting their motor skill functions, then the answer is never in the individual (i.e. parents these days are bad) its societal (little social service support for parents, long work hours leave little time and energy to devote to kids, rising prices)

[hilema]

Anyway

[todayisafridaynight]

hi snap ^^ your y3 stream inspired me to also do a speedrun of it but instead i got down the rabbit hole of reminiscing about the game and mostly mine and daigo and minedai and- anyways i went back to ur minedai works bc they're still some of my fav minedai stuff ever TM you just draw a specific flavor of minedai that's just the best

related to that (hopefully isnt a weird question but) do you have any fic recs for them 👀 i trust your judgement on having good taste on minedai fics. it's been a while since ive been to the tag lol and i always like reading people's recommendations (btw nsfw or not is fine. I'm Old)

im so sorry ive trapped you into doing y3 speedruns BUT FR THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN !!! it really is a fun run to do once you get the ball rolling lol...

i sometimes look at my old minedai stuff too i wont lie.... im very good at making things for myself to enjoy woah... but yeah do not be fooled... i still love them immensely.... so im glad those works still hold up for other people, it means a lot that theyre still good to an extent :)

as for fic recs not a weird question at all - happy birthday to this old thing i made back in august last year nothings changed LMAO

[mrsdulac]

"funny how feminization is only an issue when it happens to louis" There are people in this fandom who insist that Samstat is hypermasculine and reading him as anything other than a Stanley Kowalski pastiche is stupidity and projection. The same people who insist that female-coded Louis is the only right interpretation of the character, and they already imply that Assad's Armand is hypermasculine as well. It's the side of the same coin as the problem with a dainty, feminine Louis. They're not about subverting the gender norms, but upholding them in a twisted way

Gonna be honest, I can’t articulate a proper response to this because I just woke up and I’m about to go back to sleep because…no.

[pangolen]

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[itachi86]

why is it as soon as i actually get into a fic that’s when the author just stops updating now

[veganineden]

On the Evolution of “Happily Ever After” and Why “Nothing Lasts Forever”

A reflection inspired by Good Omens 2

One of my favorite Tumblr posts on the second season of Good Omens 2 was actually not about the series at all, but our reaction to it, primarily the ending. @zehwulf wrote, “I think a lot of us—myself included—got a little too comfortable with assuming [Aziraphale and Crowley would] work on their issues right away post-Armageddon.” We did the work for them through meta, fanfiction, fanart, and building a plethora of headcanons. Who among us AO3-surfing fans didn’t read and love Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm?

In the 4 long years since season one was released, we did more than seek to understand and repair rifts between two fictional beings: we were forced to reckon with ourselves too. We faced a global pandemic, suffered traumatizing losses and isolation, and were forced to really and truly look into the face of our atrocities-ridden and capitalistic world. The mainstream rise of Diversity, Equity, Inclusion and Justice work, and our participation in this work, showed us that the systems in place were built to oppress and harm most of us, and they are. 

So, what does this have to do with the evolution of “happily ever after”? 

My friend put it best in a conversation we had following the season finale, when she pointed out a shift in media focus. The “happy end” in old stories about wars and kingdoms used to be “we killed the evil old king and put a noble young king in his place and now citizens can live in peace” and we’re transitioning into a period of “we tore down the whole fucking monarchy.” 

If we look at season one, written to follow the beats of a love story, it comforted us by offering a pretty traditional happy ending pattern: you get your fancy dinner with your special someone, the romantic music plays, and you have a place to call your own. Season one’s finale provided a temporary freedom for Aziraphale and Crowley, the “breathing room,” but it didn't solve the problem that was Heaven and Hell, or the agendas belonging to those systems of oppression. 

Is it good enough to keep our heads down, pretend the bad stuff isn’t happening, and live our own personal happy endings until we die? Moral quandaries aside, if you don't die (or if you care about the generations after you), then, like Aziraphale said, it “can’t last forever.” There’s a clear unpleasant end to the “happily ever after” that’s based on ignoring our problems– it’s the destruction of our relationships, and humanity. 

Ineffable Bureaucracy can go off into the stars because they do not care about humanity. 

You know who does?

Aziraphale. 

And Aziraphale knows that Crowley cares about humanity too. (He knows because Crowley was the one who proposed sabotaging Armageddon in the first place, who only invited him to the stars when he thought all was lost, because Crowley would save humanity if he thought it was possible, and Aziraphale knows Crowley has survived losing Everything before, and he will do all in his power so that Crowley does not need to experience that again.) 

In season one and two, we see how much they care about humanity, beyond their orders, to the point The Systems begin to frown at them. Aziraphale hears Crowley’s offer to run away together in the final episode of season two, to leave Earth behind, and just like the first time that offer was made in season one, he declines. He knows choosing only “us” is not a choice either of them can live with for the rest of eternity.

I believe season 3 will provide an opportunity to “dismantle the system,” but I don’t know how it will play out. I worry that Aziraphale has put himself in the now-dead trope of the “young noble king.” (I wish Crowley had told him why Gabriel was dismissed from his duties.) I worry that he would martyr himself as a sole agent for change. I worry that he doesn’t actually know how to dismantle anything by himself: because you can’t. He needs Crowley. He DOES. He needs Crowley, and Muriel, and other angels and demons and humans without fixed mindsets to help him. Only by learning to listen and making room at the table for all can they (and we) move past personal satisfaction to collective liberation. 

Crowley was right when he said that Aziraphale had discovered his “civic obligations.”

So, I think we will get our modern-day happy ending– and it’s going to involve a lot of pain and discomfort, communication, healing and teamwork– and in the end, it’ll all be okay. There will be a time for rest and a time for “us.” 

And most likely a cottage. 

“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”

 - Maya Angelou

Support the SAG-AFTRA strike and other unions. Trust @neil-gaiman. Register to vote if you haven’t yet. Hold yourself and others accountable with compassion. Read books. Keep doing the work. Rest. Then watch Good Omens 2 again.  

[lushaletta]

the lamb and her wolf / tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

content: muggleborn!reader, tom is goin a lil mad

summary: have you fallen into the dark lord’s trap, or has he fallen into yours?

a/n: i wrote this at 4 in the morning so enjoy this stream of consciousness grumpy x sunshine esque tom riddle fanfiction or something.

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Tom is in a frenzy of sorts, he’s concluded.

Perhaps it is the sleepless nights and stressful days that cloud his weeks that are causing the weird feeling in his chest. Insomnia-induced hysteria.

There’s a flurry of thoughts swirling around his head recently. All with a common theme; you. The space in his brain that he typically reserved for Ancient Runes or Arithmancy was now composed of you, you, and only you.

It makes him sick to his stomach.

He’s unfocused. And he can’t be, because he’s supposed to be working on the secret that Salazar Slytherin hid in the deep crevices of Hogwarts some years ago.

His fingers tap on the book that he can’t seem to pay attention to as he tries to make sense of this. The disgusting, awful, pleasant fondness he feels for you. For a Muggleborn girl no less.

The only solution to his problem is to kill you. It wouldn’t be hard, he thinks. You’re small and meek and all too trusting of him. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

You are a symbol of everything he despises. Joy. Innocence. You are of the same kind as his worthless father. So why is it that he can’t bring himself to end you? To end your time together? He’s done it before. He’s done it plenty of times and without a second thought.

“Tom!” your horrible, beautiful voice cheers, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh, great, he thinks. You plague his mind and now you bedevil his reality.

“Hello,” he says after a beat.

You ignore his bothered expression and smile. “I’ve brought snacks! You do like mince pie, don’t you?” He nods weakly. “Good, because my mam’s had some sent. She’s trying out a new recipe. Secret ingredient or something like that. I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, with your inane study habits, I mean, do you ever have breaks?” You ramble on and he listens with fascination. How could you be talking to him so casually? So endearingly?

You’re far from done. “It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll have a break now. Go on, put your book away, would you?” He does as told. He’s not sure why. You take a seat at his table, fumbling with the paper bag you’ve brought. “Aha! Mince pie! One for each of us. Tell me if you like it, I’ll have Mam send some more. She’d be delighted.”

It’s at this point, where he’s chewing on warm minced pie and watching you do the same, nodding contentedly, that he wonders which life decisions he’d made led up to this. He’s the Dark Lord. A name that the world will soon fear. If all goes to plan, you’ll be reading in terror of all the vile things he’s done in the paper. You’ll be afraid of him, and he can’t help dread it. He dreads the thought of your heartbroken eyes as you realise what a wicked person you’d extended your kindness to.

It’s the frenzy again. What is he even thinking? He dreaded nothing. He looked at his plans with excitement.

“Tom? Hellooo,” you say, singsongingly. He didn’t even realise you’d been speaking. He glances up at you and imagines what you’d think of him once the truth comes out.

“Yes?”

“What do you think? About the pie, I mean.”

He clears his throat, fingers gripping the armrest of his seat. “Good. It’s good.” That draws another pretty smile out of you and he really hates the way it made him feel. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Also, Tommy,” He quirks his brow. The nickname was a slip of the tongue. You’d never used it and it made you nervous, but he didn’t seem to mind so much. “Are you busy later? I need some help with Transfiguration.”

He’s always busy. Well, he should be. He’s been slacking recently, too preoccupied with your freshly baked desserts and strawberry-smelling hair.

“I could make time for that,” he says decidedly.

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You’re immediately on your feet, giddy like how he’d imagine a child to be upon receiving candy. “Thank you! Oh, you’re a lifesaver, truly!” you say, and suddenly a kiss is planted on his cheek.

A full stop. His world pauses and spins on its axis. Your lips felt good. Bad.

What an evil, evil wolf he was.

[meayefet]

Here's another thing I feel like we need to talk about regarding the current war between Israel and Hamas. Minor as it may be, I've been losing my mind over this.

As a person who grew up in the early 2010s, I grew up mostly on the internet and fandom culture, and have written quite a lot of fanficition in my early teens.

Something I've realized this past week is that people are seeing Palestine as a fandom. And not only does it belittle the actual problem, it dehumanizes Palestinians and Israelis alike and allows the rewriting of facts and truths as if it were an AU fanfic.

After realizing that I jokingly told a friend that I wouldn't be surprised to see RPF about the events of October 7th. I had in mind something like slash fiction of Hamas members, but today I found out people are writing fanfiction about A HOSTAGE AND HER CAPTOR.

I also found out it didn't happen in a vaccum - apparently tiktok is exploding with this stuff, saying Maya Regev - the hostage in question - had "left her heart in Gaza", because she smiled and said "shukran, bye" to her captors.

In case you have forgotten - Maya Regev was SHOT IN THE LEG AND TAKEN HOSTAGE INTO GAZA along with her brother, who was released FOUR DAYS AFTER HER. She was released with a shattered leg and without her brother - but if she smiled, her captors must have treated her so well, amirite? (Even though there are already plenty of horror stories from Hamas captivity, and children came back pale and whispering with their heads full of lice.)

Even in the early 2010s there was a debate whether RPF is legit or not (and at 26 I can safely say it's a no from me), but in this case it's even worse. These are not public figures we are talking about. This isn't One Direction or The Beatles. The Hamas terrorists are, well, terrorists, and Maya Regev is a private person made public because she was TAKEN HOSTAGE INTO GAZA. Writing a FANFIC about actual people who were actually injured during October 7th is beyond sickening, and it's probably the most immoral thing you can do on social media for the Palestinian cause (and if you guys claim to be on the side of morality you might want to be consistent).

Another thing that's driving me crazy is the difference between Israelis and Non-Israelis who grew up on the same things at the same time. my friends and I learned a lot about justice, critical thinking, and the power of art and creativity on the internet. I met a lot of my online friends in socialist youth movements and rallies, and many of them later became my classmates in Bezalel - BECAUSE we applied what we had learned into our adult life.

Non Israelis who grew up on the same platforms as I did who took part in the same fandoms, read the same fanfiction works, learned the same truths of social justice and the power of art- are now viewing the conflict as a fandom. You're either a fan or you're wrong - there is no middle. No room for critical thinking, for "Palestinians have every right to self-determination and an independent state BUT Hamas who actively prevents them said rights has comitted crimes against humanity on 7.10 and must be held accountable", or for "the occupation must end BUT the Jewish people are indigenous to the region" - there is only room for "by all means" and "from the river to the sea". It doesn't matter if they don't know which river and what sea - because if the conflict is a fandom, then they can write an AU to deal with every truth that doesn't settle with their narrative, and rewrite reality to fit their next fanfic.

[cocoacat323]

Scum Villian Fic Recs

So, I've been reading fanfiction for a long ass time, longer than I've been on Tumblr and have always loved fic recs, and now I realize I can make my own(yay!), so here it is. None of these are explicit or anything, but they are super good.

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into The Bamboo House Summary:

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate. Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

Unveiling The Imposter Summary:

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

High Mountain, How I Long Summary: Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

meta madness Summary: Looking at SVSSS through the eyes of the universe left behind when Airplane and Cucumber died. (Note: Not a fic, but a series, but every fic in it is so good so definitely check it out.)

it's only shameless if you had any shame to loose in the first place Summary: They have not told anyone about their marriage, and at Shen Qingqiu's request, they will only do so once the wedding preparations are done. No one will have time to nag!

But in the meantime, Luo Binghe, demonic lord or not, is only an alpha. He must do something to show off his claim or he'll go insane, he really will. He'll qi deviate terribly, see if he won't.

Fortunately, as thin-faced as he is, his Shizun does not care much for proper dynamic etiquette...

love's worth running to Summary: “Shizun,” he purred, darkly calm despite the anger oozing out of his mock-respectful smile. Luo Binghe's grip on Xiu Ya's blade tightened, and he realised with belated horror that his blood was running down the sword and dripping by Shen Qingqiu's feet. His sword had to be held at an upwards angle now, to reach the place where he pierced him back then.

Shen Qingqiu felt sick. There was something wrong in this dream.

“I ask you again. Do you regret it, Shizun?”

//

Shen Qingqiu can't answer whether he regrets betraying him. Luo Binghe wants his Shizun to understand how he suffered, and drags Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape of the Endless Abyss that night.

The only problem: Shen Qingqiu isn't waking up.

We Are Not Wise Summary:

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

The Cultivating Force Summary: In which a Master and a Padawan run into a Shizun and a... Sith?

and judgement is just like a cup that we share Summary: The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?”

"Proud Immortal Demon... Protection Squad?" Summary:

[ REWRITTEN 2023 ]

in which shen qingqiu, the nation's scum villain, doesn't perish from a qi deviation and instead, after dying tragically in his pathetic, sickly, 20 year-old body because he ate some definitely rotten yogurt he mistook for cream cheese like the absolute knob that he is, shen yuan wakes up to find himself in the body of a child, in the middle of a forest, and with absolutely no clue what world this shitty system had dropped him into. he decides to just go with the flow, one step at a time.

what could possibly go wrong?

(the answer is: everything)

(Shen Yuan Might Die Often but His) Old Habits Die Hard Summary: When Luo Binghe asks about his spiritual veins in the Holy Mausoleum, Shen Yuan's chest feels so funny that a lifetime of being chronically ill and reassuring his loved ones that, actually, he's fine kicks in. It is fine, really, because every problem in Airplane-bro's world can be solved by something that's penciled regularly into Shen Yuan's schedule at least eight times a week now.

Except the cure for Without a Cure doesn't work, and Shen Yuan's unlucky enough that Airplane-bro's plot device for winning over a tsundere via 'walking a mile in each others' bodies' hits him before he can figure out an alternative to telling Binghe that actually his five years of rebuilding Shen Qingqiu's spiritual veins diligently failed to cure him.

Luo Binghe is, of course, less than impressed to discover through personal experience what Shen Yuan, with his pain scale so skewed by years of chronic pain, never did during all his time poisoned: that, actually, having spiritual energy forming blockages and blood stagnating in your body hurts like hell.

Anyway, that's all that I've got for now. I hope that if you do take my recs you enjoy them, and remember to read all of the tags. Have fun reading!

[luna-lovegreat]

Hey guys I have a favour to ask

Please do not reblog Jojos post about the patreon with complaints and disappointment.

Everything everyone is saying is valid. Your fears and concerns- the disappointment because you can't afford it- is so important

Your thoughts are important and so are you

It is very unfair to Jojo, however, to see those reblogs- with half support and half negativity.

Everyone is worried about the fandom- what it means that we might not be able to see some content- that we won't know how to handle some people knowing things before others can

But I would ask that you express those concerns on your own blogs, perhaps not even under the Lu tags.

I know your intentions are good. There is no denying that we all care. But these statements are inherently negative no matter how well meant.

No problems will go away by ignoring it- by just shutting up about it.

What I fear right now is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Most concerns are about the fandom- about there being division, a sense of "elitism".

But if we're worried about division, then we will only make it happen by arguing about it.

We should turn to unity. We can work to make this positive.

Obviously no one will share what is on the patreon before it is public. But we can still share in the wonderful excitement and discussions following updates! We should agree to have just as much joy in what we love.

We should agree for there to be no bragging- only excitement when everyone can see it, that we can share our thoughts just as well as we always could.

This is a huge step for Jojo. In motivation and getting rewarded for years of hard work. In helping her to continue what takes so much time.

We've all read big project fanfictions where the author had to stop. I find this extremely reassuring as to an underlying fear I know we've all had.

Linkeduniverse is wonderful and loved. Now we have more certainty that Jojo means to see this through- to carry out what was never intended to be a story starting out.

I get it. I am so scared too. I'm scared for the fandom and I'm scared for me. There is no way I can afford it. I may not ever be able to.

I'm scared to even make this post- to say my opinion and ask something of others

This is amazing and wonderful. I think everyone agrees that we are so proud of Jojo for taking such a big step for herself.

Reblogging her post with disappointment and rants in the tags- do not show her it's not worth it- that she will only be met with disapproval.

Let's be kind- and make this positive.

This is a good thing. Every worry and concern is valid, it shows how much we care. Let's keep this something we love.

I love you and you are amazing.

[angelnumbing]

whether you like it or not, YES, obsessively reading love/your person/crush/FS/etc. tarot readings is bad for you.

even if you’re just reading them for fun (like i was), you have to really think about it. first, every reading you click on requires some kind of energetic connection with the reader. if you read/watch multiple of these things a day you’ve got a bunch of strangers all up in your energy all the time and that’s just not going to be a good thing. buying personal ones is included in this.

youtube randomly recommended me a video of a woman explaining that we as clients come to these readings because, most likely, our situations are so unfulfilling or confusing so we seek answers through tarot. this is natural imo and isn’t a sign of bad character or anything, but we have to accept that some things are meant to be a mystery to us. beyond that, a tarot reader (especially one doing PACs or collective readings) can only pick up on the energy of the querent. the other person’s energy cannot be picked up on without consent, which means that tarot readers read your energy and the way you interpret your person’s energy. this means that if you see your person as hot-and-cold and are holding onto hope for a connection that clearly isn’t working, the reader is going to tell you exactly what you’re thinking because the only way that 3rd party person’s energy can be accessed is through the footprint it leaves in your aura.

not only does this mean that — if you consume these readings often — you’re consistently getting told a false one-sided narrative, but it also inherently establishes its own reward system that keeps you coming back for me. for example, you tell yourself that your person likes you (and maybe they do!) but they’re scared of their feelings for you which is why they ghost you. when you receive a reading that says this, it affirms to you that you were right, and the reading was “accurate”. worse than that, these readings and your dependency on them can easily be used to justify clinging on to a relationship or connection that isn’t working. your person goes cold and you run to a tarot reading basically to be told that there is some hope, actually, and now instead of dealing with the difficult feelings that come with romantic disappointment and growing through that, you’re stuck in the stagnant state of waiting for reality to match up to the picture in your head. realistically, the healthiest thing for you to do is move on from this person and work on yourself.

this isn’t to say that all tarot readings are terrible, because i don’t think that at all. tarot can definitely be a great tool for self-discovery and just for getting some direction in life. i also don’t think there’s a problem with doing love readings for yourself as long as it’s not constant and obsessive.

if you find yourself looking for affirmation from these readings, you should instead shift your focus to readings about your shadow self, where you need to grow and heal, and other things like that. we cling on to these lackluster connections because of something in our past that makes disappointing people attractive to us. i know a lot of you on here are very defensive about your precious PAC readings, but the fact of the matter is that you read them because either your love life is nonexistent and you have to consume what is essentially self-insert fanfiction to cope (i’m not coming for you bc i’m in that camp) OR you do have some connection with someone but they are falling short or disappointing you in such a way that direct communication is not possible and you have to turn to an outside source for some kind of answer.

at the end of the day, if you actually care about yourself, you’re going to have to do the (very hard) work of finding security in yourself and who you are. these readings and any relationships you have or aspire to have are never going to replace that. and frankly a few of you seem to put too much weight on the meaning of these readings. i remember someone said they don’t bother to put any effort into their current relationships anymore because they “know” their current partner isn’t the one bc it doesn’t match up to what they’ve read in FS readings. at some point you need to use your common sense. the readings get hundreds of notes and thousands of views and there’s no way you can rationally justify making decisions like that based off of something meant to apply to everyone who watches and not just you specifically.

i’m making this post because i’ve stopped consuming readings like this and i actually feel so much better mentally and spiritually. they actually are fully capable of making you completely delusional as well, which in some contexts isn’t exactly a bad thing but it’s not a great state to be in when it comes to your interpersonal relationships. ultimately i hope that i’m able to at least of few other people break their pattern and kickstart a genuine healing journey.

i don’t use this app often, tbh so if you get mad in my replies you might as well take it up with god because i’m not looking and if i am looking i’m not caring at the same time. toodles!!

[malertop]

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

Wet & Naked

Gif is not mine!

Help I got this idea at 3 am..literally,so idk if it's my idea or i have seen a fanfiction of that but well it might be mine and I just my brain and it might be not and I don't remember anything!

Y/N and Ethan we're known as the most cute and dorkiest couple by the cour five (With Y/N it's gonna be five) and by the Kirchis Family.Ethan is a shy,dorky,horror movie fan and the boyfriend who is a total freak who is sometimes way too shy or awkward..and the one who has abs and is strong,and Y/N is the shy,cute,selfless little guy who doesn't believe in himself,and also the shorter boyfriend..and the one who doesn't have abs or anything (but if you read this and have abs then you just do).Chad,Ethan and Y/N are in the same dorm and that couldn't make Ethan happier.

But the little problem in their relationship is that Ethan always barges/enters Y/N's room at any time just to talk to him about something,no metter if he's doing his homework,is playing,is sleeping,is trying to sleep,eat and more more.

As Y/N was changing after he got out of the shower he started to prepare his clothes and as he finally decided what he will wear he just got his pj since it's literally 9 PM and it's dark.He put his pj in his bed and was about to change when he heard his door opening

"Y/N you won't believe wha-" Ethan entered and said that while going inside his boyfriend room "Ethan!" Y/N yelled as then Ethan looked at the boy who had nothing but a towel that he tried to use to cover himself "Oh My God,i-i am so sorry i promise i won't look,i will leave right now!" Ethan said as he closed his eyes and headed to the door but as he did he tripped and accidentally grabbed Y/N's towel without his knowledge."Ow that hurt" Ethan said as he then opened his eyes just to see Y/N naked Infront of him,Y/N's cock was big and long without it being hard as water dropped from it,he was probably already 7 or 8 whole inches without even being hard and his upper body was wet from the water as his whole naked body parts were shining because of the lamp's in his room."God i-i am sorry!" Y/N said as he fastly run out of his dorm to run in the bathroom passing Ethan who was on the floor.

-After 10 minutes Y/N was still in the bathroom hiding as Ethan and Chad are together watching TV-

"What was that kind of yelling?" Chad asked Ethan who stopped back from his shock "Huh?What yelling?" Ethan said confused "You know..the one that happened over 10 minutes ago..You and Y/N kind of yell and then I saw him go into the bathroom..I mean only him closing the door but yeah" Ethan then started blushing like a tomato or a strawberry,he just saw Y/N naked,his boyfriend who is Y/N was naked and he saw him naked.Ethan was flustered as his face got hotter "dude are you...blushing?" Chad said looking at Ethan who then instantly just looked at him and said "W-What?" "Dude you are blushing as a tomato!" Chad said as Ethan whispered yell "shut up!" defensively,Chad chuckled as he made fun of the dork "And why is dork blushing?" Chad teased Ethan "I am not a dork!" Ethan replied again defensively but not as the last time,Ethan looked at Chad who was waiting for the answer "I..I um..I saw Y/N naked,BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I PROMISE!" Chad's smile even got bigger as he was ready to literally bully him "and what,I mean you guys have been dating for 4 months already,not a big of a deal" Chad said as he tried not to make fun of the dork who was blushing like a tomato "or..you just started at his dick and was amazed" Chad then couldn't take it anymore and just started laughing as Ethan blushed even more "dude his dick wasn't even hard and was already 7 or 8 inches." Chad then stopped laughing right away and looked at his roommate "Wait What" Chad asked again from shock "Yeah um..I slipped and I accidentally grabbed his towel and i saw his dick,and i don't know if he noticed but umm...I think that's why he is hiding" Ethan said as he started to get hotter and hotter once again "Wait..so you're telling me that you saw the shyest and shortest guy from all of us..naked..and his di-" "yes Chad I am saying that" but as Ethan said that they both heard the TV and looked over there just to see Y/N in his pj's watching TV on the couch."Okay well you need to stop blushing,or oh wait,his dick and body is on your mind!" Chad started to laugh quietly "Shut up dude..not funny" "It sure is to me" Ethan then looked at Y/N "i wish i could have seen more..or...do something more" he thought in his mind

[finalfrontierpublishing]

So it's been a while since i posted any books - mostly because i've been hiding my progress like a little sneak.

I just finished this bind last night of The Desert Storm by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, or really it's volume 1 out of like ??? 15, maybe. Please take whatever i say with a pinch of salt (I have had 0 sleep for more than 24 hours, and that tends to make me a little very sleep-deprivation drunk a.k.a. unhinged). Okay, on to thoughts! The Desert Storm was foisted onto me by @celestial-sphere-press who told me under no uncertain terms that I WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT. Well, I did. This more than 1 million word epic about Ben Fuckin' Kenobi is pretty much god-tier fanfiction. It reads like a goddamn novel. I can never think of canon again without thinking that this good shit should be canon. I read it and then consumed half of it within a week, and I have zero regrets. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, i absolutely love you and love your writing. It is the best thing since sliced bread. It is better than sliced bread.

I also had the benefit of @celestial-sphere-press saying, hey would you want to use the typeset? MY GOD, i am grateful. I love this fic, i would have typeset it if it hadn't been typeset but Des did such a beautiful job that i am absolutely in awe and thankful that she and the author allowed others to use it. Look at it - it's so beautiful. I only had to think hey, i just gotta design the cover and et cetera and so the book happened.

Please also check out @celestial-sphere-press 's amazing post here and here, who is the only person i know who's started and is almost complete in fanbinding this epic, and is also making an author a copy of the entire series.

Some stats, if you will.

96215 words || 380 pages

Title font: Ghaomiec

I took some inspiration from starblight bindery's lovely desert scape as well as this amazing cover of Dune which i own. I love that the landscape emanates Dune vibes while being oh so Tattooine - just sand and heat, relentless loneliness and melancholy. This fic centres around Obi-Wan Infinite Sadness Kenobi so it needed SAD VIBES TM, which i tried to deliver in desolate landscape form.

Also thank the heavens for Renegade members, who in a masterful stroke of Group Buy Saves Money, managed to source extra-out-of-production colours of Colibri and help a fair number of us get really cool limited edition versions of bookcloth. I am now a proud owner of a lorge stash of Duo and Colibri of which i am now sitting on like a shifty dragon with a hoarding problem. Good luck getting your bookcloth now, Folio Society, ha ha (gloating)! This particular bookcloth is Colibri Copper which has been wholly stashed for The Desert Storm series. I am leaning on transitioning to Malachite for Rise and Fall when I get to it.

The front cover design was done with a stock image and converted to a PNG, which i then fiddled with and did some HTV magic with. It was remarkably easier to weed than expected. I tried something new and ironed the design on the naked bookcloth first before gluing it to the boards, which was a new challenge in making sure everything was aligned.

Endpapers are marbled endpapers (Renato Crepaldi) which I got from Hollanders, which perfectly fit the colour scheme of the bind. The only hiccup was as I was cutting, I realized the sheet was running in the opposite direction of his usual papers and half the size, and only yielded 3 A5 size endpapers and so my heart went noooooooooo. oh well. i guess i will use it for quartos.

Endbands are my favourite - silk in 3 colours in the french doublecore style (as i was binding this i did not have the mental capacity to handle the difficulty of 4 strands). the truth is i usually only can do 4 when I have higher brain function and am willing to spend 80% of my time unraveling it from getting tangled.

I also forgot to mention I had mild fuck-ups, I got glue on the front endpaper which I had to hastily remove with wet cloth, and the back square is preposterously bad but I'm ignoring it for now.

Anyway, i've actually managed to complete a few other binds which have not been mentioned here as they've all been gifts/ surprises or event books in some form. I am SO EXCITED, also because I am travelling in the latter half of July to San Diego and L.A. and I get to meet some bookbinding friends in the flesh. Renegade is fucking amazing y'all. I am ready to embrace these crazy lads who have enabled me for the last 1 year, even when i'm the solitary (1) weirdo from my country of origin in the server. Also... potentially bookbinding trip early next year??? I am enthused.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝟎𝟏 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 3, 335

Warnings | +18, yandere, obsession, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, fingering, penetrative sex, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, marriage proposal, this is not for minors

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | With their lives now intertwined, Jungkook was ready for the next step.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! This is the first Extra from Happy Ending, I hope you can enjoy it ❤

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @douknowbts, @aiiselle90210, @fewercascade , @mageprincess7, @m00njinnie, @get-that-brain-working, @whipwhoops

➢ Main Story

➢ Spin - Off | Dark Moon || PJM

Things with Jungkook were going swimmingly; every morning before going to work, the man would wake her up with a gentle kiss on her forehead, murmuring softly that he would be gone for a while but would be back as soon as possible to be with her. Y/N would always squint an eye to peek at the boy's attire already ready to go out, then smile lazily at her boyfriend's perfection. Sometimes she missed college, but only because from her desk she had a spectacular view of Jungkook explaining or drawing on the blackboard, what she obviously did not miss was the sassy looks from the other girls, or the nastiness Yoozu gave her every morning. But those were distant memories, almost vanished from her mind now addicted to the man who, for good measure, had kidnapped her from her old and dangerous apartment, drastically changing her life forever. That morning, too, was no different from any other, Jungkook greeted her with his good morning kiss, leaving a soft trail of masculine scent in the room, the kind of smell that drove Y/N crazy with desire whenever she had him near her, the girl got up to do the things she usually did as soon as she woke up, made herself pretty in the bathroom for the man and tidied up the house a bit before his return, sometimes Jungkook would be gone even evenings, long evenings that made her heart ache.

She still did not know what exactly Jungkook did at night, he had explained to her that Seokjin, the school principal, had important tasks to assign to him, tasks that could only be done at night. Y/N was not stupid, inside, the doubt that the boy was lying to her simmered in her stomach, but with a smile she accepted the boy's apology, the most important thing was that he would never abandon her. She was baking a cake that day and her hands were smeared with dough when a message notification came to her. Jungkook had given her a phone for her birthday, it was a special phone since the only contact number was Jungkook's, she could still surf the internet freely, but with some prohibitions. She could not talk to anyone on social media or establish friendships in the forums she used to read, but this was not a problem for her, she only had Jungkook on her mind, he was her partner, her best friend, she did not need anything else. So she was not surprised when, wiping her hands to retrieve the object, she found her boyfriend's name on the display. She smiled tenderly at the avalanche of hearts that overwhelmed the actual content of the message; the boy never failed to let her know how infinitely he loved her.

♥ Husband ♥ Dress nice and elegant, I'll take you to a nice place today, my love. I can't wait to see you, I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ •3•

Y/N chuckled covering her lips, Jungkook had even emphasized that "I love you" with a totally different font, accompanied by an absolutely ridiculous as well as adorable little face, she imagined Jungkook's lips pouting really like that and laughed again. In an instant she replied that she would not keep him waiting, glanced at the dough, deciding to put it in the refrigerator to finish that evening the preparation even if with some regret, since the man had granted her free use of the kitchen she had waited for nothing else, beginning to cook new recipes again and again to fill a part of her free time, something that as a college student she could only dream of. She ran to the bedroom opening the closet she shared with the man, all their things were carefully put in order, although they were not yet married in truth it was as if they were, in more ways than one. She bit her lip taking two dresses, one was calf-length, red with darker shades on the edge of the puffy sleeves, the other was short to mid-thigh, totally black. Jungkook loved black, but Y/N knew that red gave him a strange effect when she wore it. She had said she had to look elegant and pretty for him, with a sly smile she put the little black dress back in the closet to give her priority to the red one, whose heart-shaped neckline stopped just in time above her breasts.

Yes, the boy was going to lose his mind.

She opted for low, dark heels with a strap around the ankle, she wanted to slender up given her paltry stature, but not even suffer all evening, god! When she got to makeup she decided to prioritize her lips, without overdoing her eyes, she had never been a fan of make-up, it was bad enough if she did a minimum of skincare so as not to look like a freak, although Jungkook repeated to her how absolutely beautiful and adorable she looked even with a pimple on her chin, which made her feel embarrassed and a bit teased, although she didn't think that was the guy's goal, after all he really meant every single thing he said. By the time she finished arranging her hair into soft, smooth, shiny locks, the clock read 6:45 p.m., by now Jungkook must have been on his way home and she felt a moment lost, he would have liked the way she looked, right? Not even time to worry any further, that the front door opened, Y/N heard her boyfriend's greeting and with butterflies in her stomach she walked slowly up to him to give herself a more elegant look, although she must surely have read the torment on her face about her appearance.

Jungkook when he saw her widened his large dark eyes, suddenly turning them into two shiny marbles. He drank in the small figure of his girlfriend who looked somehow more mature. Not that she didn't usually look it, but dressed like that, with her swollen breasts barely hidden behind the thin scarlet fabric and her legs slender from those heels, the man's brain definitely went to shit. Not to mention those lips he loved to kiss countless times, dyed a shade of red darker than the dress, begging him to lose control and possess them. He swallowed hard, "I told you to make yourself pretty for me, not kill me," he whispered almost dreamily, the iron grip in the girl's stomach loosened, and a sly smile soon painted itself on his features. She approached her fiancé one step at a time, stroking the man's strong, well-trained chest with longing; he was not dressed like that that morning. She remembered that he had come out in simple jeans and a T-shirt, that black shirt studded with crystals of the same color with those dark, soft pants were new. "Where did you get these?" she asked with a mock pout, "Don't tell me you showed up in class like this." Jungkook blinked slowly, still speechless.

"N-No, I bought everything later, I had forgotten the change," he explained, not taking his gaze off his fiancée's florid body, she brought her hand down to his toned and well-defined abdomen, feeling the stiffening of his body. "Mm-mh," she hummed, "Jungkook, are you hard?" she asked innocently, clutching the bulge in his pants, feeling under her palm the rigid, pulsating length, she bit her lips harder as a rough, hot moan left her boyfriend's throat, who immediately squeezed her. He stretched out his neck to kiss her roughly, but Y/N was quicker and put a hand in front of his mouth, Jungkook's offended expression made her laugh. "Stop it, Jeon! You'll ruin my lipstick like that!" she scolded him as she moved away to retrieve her purse, Jungkook stared shamelessly at her butt, gritting his teeth. "You're a witch" he grumbled, Y/N gave him an amused look, "A lustful and beautiful witch" he continued, shaking his head.

They arrived half an hour later at the place the boy chose, it was a very nice outdoor restaurant, different from the usual one he chose, and Y/N looked around excitedly. She didn't often see such places, Jungkook was almost always too busy to take her around, and she primarily didn't go out alone except to shop for groceries or buy things of interest to her. Jungkook gently pulled her chair aside and with one hand resting on her back accompanied her to her seat, casting harsh glances at any male being who squared his woman too much, even the waiter had no chance. "What would you like to order?" he asked politely, but casting an unflattering glance at Y/N's cleavage, Jungkook squinted, grim. "I would appreciate it if you would look my fiancée in the eyes when you address her," he blurted out in fact, startling the other man, who had not expected such a biting reply. Y/N smiled from behind her goblet of white wine, watching her fiancé glower at the boy who was apologizing to both of them in the meantime; she couldn't take her eyes off him, he was gorgeous. The soft profile kissed her vision like manna from heaven, what she had done to deserve such a gift she could not yet comprehend even she could not understand. "Did you choose?"

Jungkook asked her that question with sugar in his voice, as if he had not just finished a resounding rant in front of everyone. The rest of the evening passed more quietly, behind them the view of the sea shrouded in night made the icy saltiness inhale into the air, the restaurant was now framed by small lights that ran through the entire structure, as well as the tables that lit them up, it was just a nice night to spend together. "I'm happy to be here, with you," the man pointed out, brushing the girl's hand affectionately, Y/N returned the squeeze shyly. "Although... at first it was not like that, now it is the same for me too, I am happy to be here with you, Jungkook" Jungkook's face became serious in a moment. "That's exactly why I brought you here," he took a breath, "We've been so good the past few months, it felt like a wonderful dream, Y/N." Y/N frowned, "What do you mean?" Jungkook got up from his seat, inviting her to do the same with a wave of his hand, Y/N wordlessly followed him and they found themselves leaving the restaurant and going down to the beach, they took off their shoes, letting the fine sand make contact with their feet, Jungkook guided her further and further to the shore, until on contact with the water they shivered. "Dance with me," he whispered, encircling her waist against his body.

At first, Y/N would have refused, partly out of shame and partly out of fear of the man who now held her as if he had the most precious thing in the world in his hands. In that instant she accepted the boy's invitation, letting her arms wrap around his neck strong and secure, moving slowly inches from their lips, the woman was forced to stand on tiptoe to try to reach him. "What did you want to say, Jungkook?" The boy stared at her lips, before raising his eyes to hers, the atmosphere was intimate and close, she could feel his warm breath gently caressing her face. "I need to feel you more mine," he said. "I'm already yours," chuckled the girl, but Jungkook shook his head. "No, more..." he sighed closer and closer, "Be my wife, Y/N and make me a complete man" he dissolved his emotion-filled desire into a breathtaking kiss, pressed his moist lips to those of the young woman, who opened her eyes wide in bewilderment. For a moment she was unable to respond; behaving as husband and wife was one thing, becoming one effectively was another. It was ... much more serious, important, Y/N blinked a few times before finally letting go of the man's desperate touch, molding her soft lips and giving in to that sick passion, trilling with joy inside.

Jungkook slid her through the sand, heedless of the grains that stuck to their skin or on their clothes; he had been waiting for that moment for months, but he finally made up his mind to confess those words he had been holding in too long. "Is that a yes?" he asked hopefully, pulling away from her slightly, Y/N nodded with an excited smile. She was looking forward to nothing more than officially being Mrs. Jeon, that boy had given her so much love, how could she not want him as her husband? "I want to be your wife, Jungkook," she sighed shakily, "I was wondering when you would decide to ask me," she laughed breathlessly, leaving Jungkook to admire her impressed. "Oh, my love..." the next kiss was immediately more erotic and physical than the previous one, the man lightly biting her scarlet lips before penetrating that warm and sweet cavern with his tongue, softly intertwining with the girl's, who entwined her own fingers in her boyfriend's wavy and gorgeous locks.

The man settled between the girl's legs, the skirt of her dress had long since curled around her hips, and it was not difficult for him to gently push his own bulge against the young woman's barely concealed intimacy. "Say once more that you're mine," he sighed into her neck, kissing her soft skin carefully; it was something he asked for every time before making love, Y/N never flinched, knowing that those words would only make his cock get even harder. "Yours...I'm only yours, love," she breathed raggedly with her panties trailing down her shapely thighs under the force of the man's eager hands, Jungkook moved on to gently torture with his teeth the hidden tips of her breasts barely covered by her dress, "I just want to be with you, I want...I just want your hands on me, oh!"

Jungkook's index finger slowly teased the swollen and sensitive pearl of her core after finding it with ease, by now he knew the woman's body as well as he knew his own and he felt his cock enlarge and throb at the sound of Y/N's hoarse moans, he tightened his lips around a turgid nipple poking out from under the fabric of her scarlet dress, something about the idea of fuck her on that beach fully clothed drove him crazy. "And only my hands on you will you have, Y/N," he hissed with a dark note in his voice, something the woman couldn't quite interpret, too caught up in her man's fingers slipping shamelessly along her soft, tender folds, violating her entrance with a firm, deep lunge between her soft walls. "Jungkook! Jungkook..." she repeated his name like a mantra, the tears in her eyes not allowing her to see the proud, focused expression on the man's face as he continued to move his fingers inside her while using his thumb to make tighter and tighter circles around her stiff, scarlet clit, now close to a fierce orgasm, "N-Not resisting..." she cried, shaking her head several times, trying to warn him. Y/N's thighs tensed around the boy's pelvis, trembling intensely at the sweet and painful waves of pleasure and yearning she was experiencing there, under those intimate and forbidden caresses that anyone could have seen if only they had left the restaurant at that moment.

Jungkook's dark irises shone with possession, Y/N's lost and devastated expression discombobulating him in such a way that he could not hold back a growl from deep in his chest. He lowered himself just enough to delve into her slit with the tip of his delicate tongue, finding her incredibly delicious and ready for him, "I'm going to get you here, Y/N," he hummed gently kissing her sensitive clit, "The only thing you'll have to do is just be a little quiet, it's not exactly isolated here," he chuckled with a bit of nastiness, remembering how much the girl liked to scream instead when he impaled her with the full length of his cock. Y/N nodded without really understanding his words, too busy recovering from the previous peak of pleasure she had reached, not yet ready for his big cock that penetrated her narrow slit firmly, going to such a depth that Y/N felt it coming into her belly, with a choked groan she welcomed him into her trembling limbs, eyes widening, Jungkook thought she was wonderful. He slid into her intimacy with his pants still on, only his cock had been pulled out just enough to catch her on the soft sand, in everyone's eyes they would have looked like a couple making out, unaware of the real pleasure invading their insides with each raw, searing lunge between the sensitive, moist walls.

Y/N felt his essence becoming more and more copious, helping Jungkook slide into her with greater speed, she rocked her pelvis against his so as not to miss the new violent wave that was about to sweep over her body, Jungkook kissed her violently trying to contain her sloppy, needy cries, his increasingly heavy balls slapped the girl's skin hard, "You're so perfect, sweet little thing," he gasped on her, his cock swelling every time he entered that perfect slit for him, vibrating with sharp, forbidden sensations that jolted both their bodies. "I think I ... I ...!" the woman did not have time to finish her sentence, tensing in her man's arms as her pleasure exploded in her stomach, where Jungkook reached her, cumming copiously in her between tight, desperate movements of his hips. "Fuck..." he blew on her lips, basking in the last flushes of pleasure, joining their mouths in a slow, languid kiss. The girl whimpered slightly when the boy left her intimacy empty and the thick, white semen immediately leaked out dripping between her soft buttocks, Jungkook closed his eyes trying to control himself, his cock had a quiver that he did not want to listen to. They could not stay there any longer, someone would really see them otherwise.

He helped her adjust her panties and the skirt of her dress, accompanying each gesture with a kiss on her trembling skin, squeezing her immediately when she was in danger of collapsing on her own still weak legs. He guided her toward the path made especially for visitors, their entwined hands not loosening even when they reached the car, too busy smiling, some from embarrassment and some from excitement, or both. "Oh! What's this?" asked Jungkook in mock surprise, pointing to the girl's ring finger, where a marvelous precious solitaire, a symbol of eternal and unique love, was on display. "Jungkook!" she exclaimed wordlessly, looking at her hand shocked, the diamond caught the reflected light of the moon, it was absolutely stunning, "When...?" she tried to ask him when he put it on her, but she was out of breath. The proposal was already something special, but such a ring simply made her fiancé's intentions more truthful, he really wanted to lead her down the aisle.

Without realizing it she burst into tears, seeking comfort in his arms almost automatically, Jungkook smiled sweetly returning the squeeze, inhaled the scent of her hair now mixed with the saltiness of the sea, and basked contentedly in the idea that soon she would not be able to escape from him, even if she found out about his double life in Seokjin's service. "What's important is that the ring is there, where it belongs, Y/N," he whispered on her forehead, causing her to lift her face to look at him, "Soon we'll have a family together, baby...and we'll be truly happy," he hummed with a lip-smacking kiss, Y/N nodded meekly with half-closed eyes, captivated by the words and the presence of the young man who was increasingly adept at making her fall into his inviting trap.