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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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Sex Cult

Request: (Sorta a request) Lol. Seeing as everyone on here is thirsting after Tony, Steve and Bucky, you should make a sex cult fic or something lmao.

Pairing: Steve x Tony x Bucky x you

Warnings: Cult, public, foursome, things that happen in a foursome.

A/N: This tickled me… and it is pure smut.

The white gown was translucent. Even though it left little to the imagination, you still covered yourself as you paced the hall.

They were voting on your membership. The entire group. What if they rejected you? You’d loved the sense of family you’d found with the Avengers. What would you do after having a taste and having it ripped away?

The dread of the thought was replaced by the terror thinking of what if they accepted you. You knew what the ritual was, down to every detail. But you’d never done anything so public. All those eyes on you. Could you handle it?

Before the worry overtook you the door opened. Steve was in his white robe, grinning from ear to ear. Your knees wanted to give out at the sight. He held his hand out to you and you almost tripped going to him.

“It was unanimous.” He squeezed your fingers. “Welcome to the Avengers.”

Joy filled you and tears started to form. This was it. You were going to become a full fledged member.

“I hope those are happy tears Doll.” Steve wiped your eye.

“Of course they are.” You leaned your head to his chest.

“Come on.” He walked you into the room. “Everyone is waiting.”

When you went into the room the sight was breathtaking. White chiffon hung from the ceiling, and a spotlight shown in the center. All the walls were mirrors, reflecting the soft lighting. You realized Steve was leading you down.

All of the the girls you’d come to love like sisters sat on the stairs, wearing dresses identical to yours. Their faces were nothing but smiles, beaming at you with welcoming pride. There was Eliza, Kellyn, Roo, Del, Laura, Stephanie, Sherry, Mary, Dev, Tee and Allie. Even though they knew exactly what was about to happen there was not the slightest bit of jealousy. They wanted you here.

“Mmmmm.” Tony held out his hand to take your other. “What a fine addition to the team.”

“We’re so lucky to have you Doll.” Bucky touched your chin, directing your attention to him. “All of us.”

There was background agreement and your stomach filled with butterflies.

“Are you ready for initiation?” Tony let go of your hand and moved behind you.

Steve positioned himself to the side and dropped your fingers as well. The three men surrounded you.

“Yes.” Your nerves had turned into excitement. You wanted this.

All of their hands went to the top of your gown. RIP. The thing was shredded in seconds, laying at your feet. In sync with each other they dropped their robes. Making all four of you naked.

You were certain your knees were about to give out, but an arm wrapped around your stomach and you fell back against Tony.

“We have you princess. Let us take care of you.” He tilted your head back and his lips were on yours before you could respond.

It started quick. Tony kissing and supporting you, while Bucky and Steve started on your body. You didn’t know who was touching you where, but your breasts were being kneaded while you clit was being stroked and a finger penetrated your pussy.

You almost forgot to breathe as you came to life for what felt like the first time in existence. You whimpered into Tony’s mouth as a wetness came to your nipple, flickering and sucking it into a peak.

The finger inside of you started to move faster, curling against your wall while the one on your clit was replaced with a tongue.

Three sets of mouths were on your body. The thought alone almost made you cum. But you didn’t need thoughts. You needed to enjoy this. Your body relaxed.

“Good girl.” Tony broke the kiss, but only for enough time to speak those words that sent a chill to your core.

You moaned into his mouth and he went deeper. You felt teeth on your bud and gasped. The hands groping and fingers dancing went faster. You felt the bubble form. How could have ever feared this?

Your leg shook first, then it spread until there was a burst. You squirmed in their arms as the orgasm took over. It felt like you were drowning in pleasure. In them. You didn’t know if you wanted the air.

Then the roar came. It brought your senses back. After a few seconds you realized it was applause. The audience. Your fellow Avengers knew you’d came and approved. It brought another wave of euphoria to you.

You were welcome here, loved, cherished.

“Just the first of many tonight Doll.” Bucky’s voice broke your trance.

Steve scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he walked to the bed. Bucky crawled up first, you got your first view of his cock and licked your lips in anticipation as he settled on his haunches and Steve set you down, flipping you on to your knees.

Bucky fisted his dick and you drove your head down, eager to taste him. He felt like velvet in your mouth as you lapped at his head, trying to gather enough saliva to take him down.

Fingers pressed against your clit and began rubbing, it was enough that you moaned and fell forward, pressing your tongue against Bucky to stop from gagging on him. Then you felt a cock behind you, sliding up your slit and stopping at your entrance.

On instinct you tried to take yourself off of Bucky and turn to see who it was, but there was a hand on the back of your head.

“No Doll.” Bucky pushed you back down. “You belong to all of us.”

He was right. They were all right. Shame filled you at the mistake you’d made.

“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice sounded at the exact moment you were speared. “You’ll learn to worship us equally.”

That was what they deserved: your complete devotion.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you realized how empty you had been. It didn’t matter who was fucking you, you wanted Tony and Steve just as badly as you wanted Bucky’s cock in your mouth.

They were a gift. You weren’t about to waste that. The cock in your pussy set the pace and you followed with your head, hoping you were giving as much enjoyment as you were receiving.

A cold slick hit your rear. You shuddered, knowing this was coming. Instead of concentrating on the ecstasy happening in your pussy or the Bucky in your mouth you willed yourself to relax. You wanted all three of them. You could take it.

“What a good girl you are.” Steve spoke with such authority you almost thought he was yelling at you.

“And beautiful. Charming. Smart.” A hand swatted your ass, causing you to tense up for a moment. “Just a perfect fit for us.”

There was pressure on your ass and again you willed your body to open, accepting the finger that slid in with the cold gel, coating your insides for what you knew was to come. You wanted them to take you, to own you, to be their good girl.

“You’re doing so well Princess.” Tony let out a grunt.

You really didn’t know who was fucking you or whose finger was in your ass. And you really didn’t care either. It was liberating to give over the control.

Hands were on your shoulders, guiding you into position. Bucky moved so that his dick stayed in your mouth, and the only in your pussy stilled as they must have laid down. You found yourself straddling someone, while Bucky was to the side.

The finger left your ass and you braced yourself, wanting what was coming. The coated cock poked your rear and you groaned around Bucky. This was much larger than the finger.

A hand touched your clit. It was wet from your juices and the groan turned into a purr as you began rocking your body into the pressure. Then you felt it, the push from behind as your ass was speared. It was tight. It made you too aware of your body.

Your purr turned into a whimper and you darted forward, but a hand grabbed your hip.

“You can do this Doll.” Bucky stroked your hair. “You want to do this.”

A chorus of encouragement and cheers came from the audience. You nodded at Bucky and again willed your body to relax.

“That’s it Princess.” Tony’s voice was the only one you heard now. “Let us take care of you.”

That’s what this was, them taking care of you. You needed it. You needed them. The cock slid deeper, stuffing you, forcing your pussy to clamp down on the person buried inside of you. Giving you a new appreciation for every vein in their shaft.

“Almost there.” Bucky pulled your head, and you realized you were neglecting him.

You started to dip your mouth, eager to show him how good you could be.

“That’s just beautiful.” Bucky winked at you.

It sent a shiver down to your core, reigniting the strange mix of pleasure and pain you were feeling. Pain wasn’t the right word, it didn’t hurt. It was indescribable, the strange wonderful fullness.

“Oh good girl.” Steve’s voice sounded from below you, but you couldn’t be sure. “You feel fantastic.”

A pelvis hit your ass and that was it. You were sheathed with them, every orifice available belonged to them.

Another round of applause and cheers came from your fellow members, mixed with what sounded like a moan. You were happy you were making them happy.

“Such a treasure.” A hand smacked your ass bringing your focus back to the men. “And all ours.”

Then as slow as it started it began. The bodies around you started moving. It was hard to tell if they were going in tandem or opposites, sliding in and out of you, rubbing and touching all your zones.

Six hands on your body, thirty fingers. They were everywhere, bouncing you, guiding you, stroking and massaging.

You turned into a whimpering mess, needing Bucky to take over and use your mouth since you could no longer control your head.

“You were meant for this.” Tony spoke as someone nipped at your neck. “Meant for us.”

They were in control, guiding your body, taking it to levels you never thought possible. Giving in was a gift, letting the take the lead a precious privilege. And now you were about to reap the reward.

The coil in your stomach tightening once more, getting wound and wound. You were drooling, making unintelligible noises while the cocks slammed in and out of your body and the fingers danced on your skin.

Blackness came the moment the intensity hit. You convulsed, shaking as you saw stars. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this, the love the ecstasy.

The sounds of applause and approval were in the distance. Praises from your leaders even fading off. You let them go, determined to ride out the euphoria as long as possible. This was your life now. This was where you belonged.

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hobiwonder · 6 years

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference.

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint.

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

Ah, there it was. The playfulness to her voice had you glancing your head up to look in the mirror mounted on the wall right across from you, confirming your suspicion that a certain peach haired boy was watching your ass perked up high in the air as he pretended to do pull ups. How you know he’s pretending you ask? This was his usual routine, either be suspended mid-air – god, how much power did his muscles hold? – pretending to be between a pull-up or be holding a weight – again, how? – above his head while he watched you work out, slack jawed. Sometimes the boy was almost visibly drooling whenever you wore your tight workout shorts and a sports bra to gym and did your daily squats.

It was flattering, really. A hot, twenty-something, fit guy – not forgetting, hot as hell – was so transfixed on watching you work out that he forgot how obvious he looked. Seulgi had told you his name, Jungkook, as she worked with him as his personal trainer for a trial period that the gym’s membership included. Cute name, you’d thought the first time you’d caught him staring at you running on one of the treadmills. Though of course, sweet Jungkook had no idea that you’d actually caught him since he no doubt thought that he had successfully evaded your gaze before you caught on. This continued on for the next month and at first you felt a bit annoyed that he wouldn’t just come up and say something to you. You almost considered approaching him to ask if he needed something but the more time went on, you realised that he was just shy. He never took off his shirt like the other men who loved to flash and flex their pecs and abs not-so-subtly, even if he was dripping with sweat after his workouts. That was your favourite actually; When he dripped with sweat and his white t-shirts clung to his sculpted torso so tantalisingly. It was honestly fascinating how much his face and his demeanour contradicted his body.

He looked like a walking sin and yet whenever you rounded the corner to the locker rooms, he would start walking the other way. Why was he so shy around you? You’d seen him walk past girls closer to his own age with no problem, you swear you even saw a little smirk on his face whenever he knew they were watching him lift 50kg weights like it was fairy floss. How did he keep his face from contorting in ugly formations, yet, have an attractive smirk on his face? Will always be a mystery to you.

“He’s still looking?”

“Yup, though he’s moved on sit ups now. Damn, the kid’s got it bad for you. Should go talk to him.”

“Shut up it’s just a crush. He’ll probably pee his pants if I make direct eye contact.” Seulgi is scoffing and tapping you with her foot to indicate your planks are over after the excruciating 3 reps. Getting on your hands and knees you try to catch your breath before sitting back on the workout mat as Seulgi hands you a water bottle.

“Won’t hurt you. You’re hot as fuck and he obviously wants to bone you.” You scrunch your nose in thought, deliberating if you should finally do something about his staring but no approaching.

“Of course he does,” you say with a roll of your eyes as you walk towards the treadmills and setting your normal speed before starting your run, “I’m probably his older woman fantasy that he jerked off to as a teenager.” This time, Seulgi scoffs.

“Bitch you’re not that old. He’s hot, shy and clearly your type. Maybe go teach him a few life lessons, he can learn a lot from you.” Her eyebrows are shooting up and down as she suggestively licks her lips and you’re shaking your head at her wildly inappropriate remarks but consider them anyway.

“Since when is shy my type? The hell?”

“Since you only seem to notice him despite all these manscaping Gregs and Toms pretty much ready to whip out their dicks for you.”

“…Okay. Fair enough.” It was true, you guessed. The gym didn’t lack in the department of hot guys you could take your pick from to take home for the night but somehow, your mind always came back to Jungkook and his shy bunny smile whenever he spoke to Seulgi or his – god - toned abs and thick thighs that almost made your mouth water a bit too much. No harm in playing a little right?

A smack to your ass brings you back. “Twenty more minutes on that and you’re done babe.” She’s walking away, sashaying her hips away to her next client as men stare at her shapely bottom walking away. You can’t help the smirk on your face as you shake your head at her again. She knew what she did to every man in this gym and she loved it and you loved the unrestricted self-confidence your best friend possessed. You sneaked a glance at Jungkook again and as expected, he diverts his gaze fast like he hadn’t just been staring at your ass again. Just as you’re finishing up your run, your alarm goes off indicating you have work in thirty minutes and a wave of meetings to attend.

Seducing bunny boy would have to wait.

It was a week after your chat with Seulgi about finally making the first move as your secret admirer didn’t seem to have any plans – or had the guts to, it seemed – to approach you first. Same rehearsed routine; putting your gym bag in your locker before you start with your abdominal work outs near the front of the gym whereas Jungkook, already being there, working out a few feet behind you. No doubt his genius plan to watch you without getting caught or interrupted. Today, you’re on your own as Seulgi had taken the day off to run a group fitness class instead. Jungkook was a slave to his habits it seemed since you manage to catch the last few seconds of his face that had been slack jawed, mid pull-up with his doe eyes watching you work out and break a sweat in your skimpy workout clothes that you had to wear today, having forgotten to wash your usual gear the night before.

Today, instead of going for your usual 4 mile run, you cut it short halfway, hopping off the treadmill when Jungkook isn’t watching you – shockingly. Walking out towards the bathrooms, you quickly look in the mirror and check your appearance. You wanted to look appropriately flushed and not a – as Seulgi so gracefully put – a blown up gold fish. Taking a sniff to make sure no unpleasant odours are being exuded, you walk out of the bathrooms and out to the main floor. Spotting Jungkook looking around nonchalantly as he takes place on the gym floor to start his sit -ups, you decide that this is the perfect opportunity to burst his bubble. You almost stop to watch his cute face contort in confusion as he attempts to crane his neck to look for you no doubt, cheeks hollowing as he bites the inside of them.

The gym is fairly vacant today as you make sure no one is around to witness what’s about to happen since you didn’t want to embarrass the poor kid. Just play a little. You choose the moment when he’s laying back down on the mat, to loom over his figure, hands on your hips and eyes square on his face so when he sits up again, he is faced with your toned thighs right in front of him. The whole situation is so bizarre to you – and quite hilarious considering you could literally see the wheels turning in his head. His face is slack-jawed again as his eyes slowly travel up to your face. You cock up an eyebrow in question.

“H-Hi?” He gulps and continues his sit-ups but much more hesitantly this time, eyes avoiding yours from direct contact. You never expected his voice to be this raspy, it sends a delicious shiver down your body and you can almost imagine how he’d sound in a certain uncompromising position. God bless morning workouts. Twirling a stray strand for good measure, you continue to stare as he increasingly and visibly starts to sweat rather profusely, clearly embarrassed.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to stare?”

“Oh, um… Sorry! I-I wasn’t-” His face is beet red and even his stuttering is adorable to your ears. Damn it.

“So,” You crouch down, leaning forwards slightly to give him an eyeful of your chest, “You weren’t looking at me?” He’s sitting up now, looking like a deer caught in the headlights contemplating his fight or flight instincts.

“I-I, well…Y-You see,” His eyes are darting everywhere and he is twiddling his thumbs in this adorable way that reminds you of your baby niece when she’s trying to convince you that an extra block of chocolate is approved by her mum just before bedtime. Then, he’s closing his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath before he says his next words in a rush that you almost don’t make out what he’s said.

“You’resohotpleasegooutwithme.”

“Huh?” Your eyebrows are furrowing in amusement and Jungkook is opening eyes to watch your reaction.

“N-Nothing.” He’s scratching the hair at his nape nervously as he continues to avoid your gaze. You on the other hand, want to take this up a notch, loving every second of his cheeks that are tinged pink, hair a mess from his hands and shirt sticking to his chest like it usually does. He smells fresh and his skin glows. Looking around the mostly empty gym this early in the morning, you widen your stance and then squat down until you are straddling Jungkook, not quite sitting in his lap and more so just sitting up on your knees, eye to eye. You place your left hand on his shoulder as the right one trails down his clavicles to his hard pecs, slowly, searing his skin as he watches your every movement.

“So, you don’t want to take me out?” He gulps again as he rests back on his hands, eyes levelling with your chest before he hurriedly brings them up to your face again when you tilt his chin up. He flushes an even lovelier shade of red, knowing he’s been caught once more, gawking at your chest.

“Um… I do?” It comes out as a question rather than the cool persona Jungkook had been trying to stipulate and redeem his earlier outburst.

“You do?” Cocking an eyebrow in mock amusement, you lean forward for extra effect before you whisper close to his face that is glistening in perspiration, “Or you just want to fuck me?”

Jungkook at this point almost resembles Bambi. His wide button eyes that are almost childlike, peering at you most likely scandalised at your brusqueness. How is he acting this shocked when he was practically undressing you with his eyes and not with subtlety either. Young men were rather unaware sometimes. But it’s okay because at least this one is cute.

“I don’t.” When your eyebrows shoot up again at his blatant lie he quickly adds on, “I-I mean I do but,” he gulps, “I also want to t-take you on a date? If you would… still want to.”

It’s hard to imagine that someone possessing physical features much like a Greek god, all chiselled and refined, would have the social dexterity of a sweet, shy boy-next-door. Maybe that’s what made him more endearing to you.

“Good. The eye-fucking was really starting to frustrate me.” He opens his mouth again, no doubt to apologise but you lift a finger to his lips, effectively quieting him, “Give me your phone.”

It takes him a few seconds to get moving but eventually he’s reaching over to his bicep where the phone is strapped on, fumbling with it for s few seconds before handing it to you. All the while you watch on with amusement as his hand shakes a little when he holds out his phone for you. As the screen lights up on his phone, his face goes red again when you see his wallpaper is a woman in a bikini posing next to a sports car – how typical. At first, the image is a reminder of how young Jungkook is – having a half-naked girl as his wallpaper but then Seulgi’s words are ringing in your mind again that he’s pretty much smitten with you or at least the way you look. But still, you can’t deny that you end up comparing the much younger woman with her flawless body with your own. Chuckling, you just send him a grin as you type in your number, saving it with your name and sending yourself a text.

“I’ll text you when I’m free.” He nods, taking his phone back.

“Y-Yeah, sure, all good no prob-”

Leaning in, you leave a chaste kiss on his cheek before getting up and making your way back to the locker room – sashaying your hips for extra effect knowing that Jungkook is probably still watching with his mouth wide open.

Gosh, he was cute.

- First date

The first time you text Jungkook is five days later. In your pursuit of ‘seducing’ the adorable bunny boy, you’d kind of forgotten the upcoming meetings and stacks of paperwork that awaited you due to your company’s new policy launches. Your position at work being one that required you to oversee a unit of employees, it didn’t take long for you to put the task of texting him on the back burner. Today however, you text Jungkook in your break, letting him know you’re available on Saturday.

[12:46 PM] You: Hey, I’m free tomorrow if you still want to take me out?

His reply comes almost instantly.

[12:46 PM] Jungkook: Hey! Yeah defs! Was beginning to think you were messing with me :/

[12:47 PM] You: Who says I’m still not?

[12:47 PM] Jungkook: oh

It’s hard to not tease him when he makes it so easy to. Nevertheless, you don’t want to sound actually mean so you ease his worries.

[12:48 PM] You: Relax, just kidding :) want to meet at the froyo place near the gym?

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: you’re mean :(

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: but I still wanna go out with you so I guess I’m a masochist.

A scoff leaves your lips at his unexpected reply. Though it’s not too hard to imagine him as a masochist.

[12:50 PM] You: Well, Mr Masochist, I’ll see you there at 5.

[12:51 PM] Jungkook: See you then :)

“For fuck’s sake.” You’ve been cursing under your breath for the past 5 minutes, trying to find a parking spot. Saturdays are always crowded around this area as it’s located just a few miles away from the CBD, lined with cafes, restaurants and high-end fashion stores. Though you’d hoped that it was late enough for most of the families that usually strewed the streets to have moved on to the playgrounds or other areas so you could easily park your car. But to no avail, you pull out of the underground parking area towards a street few blocks down from the froyo place you were supposed to meet Jungkook at. Walking up the topography of hilly roads lined with Victorian style buildings wasn’t so bad. You always enjoyed walking to work as you didn’t live too far off from your building. It was a move of convenience a few weeks ago. You still hadn’t gotten around to completely unpack as you were thrown right into work that required your attention more than to decorate your apartment to make it a bit more informal.

Someday you’ll open those boxes.

The little bell above the door twinkles pleasantly as you enter the café, immediately spotting Jungkook’s mop of peachy hair sitting in a booth farther down, near the open windows at the back. It was a discreet spot that allowed you to survey the scenery outside and people go by but kept you isolated enough from the rest of the crowd in the busy little café.

It was a distinctively very Jungkook choice.

He’s on his phone when you slip in the booth, prompting his attention towards you as he stares up wide-eyed before breaking in to a nervous grin.

“Hey! W-What’s up? You look amazing.” He winces at his own greeting and you can’t help but let out a laugh at his nervous rambling.

“Nothing much and thanks bro. You look pretty good too.” You hold out your fist at him which he bumps with his own as his lips stretch into a more comfortable smile at your light-hearted reply.

“Sorry, I panicked. You r-really do look amazing.” His eyes are scanning you from top to bottom as he takes the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. Somehow, he doesn’t look sleazy as he blatantly checks you out again. Instead, it’s almost as if he’s doing it subconsciously because he can’t help it and it sends a shiver down your spine that you thankfully conceal by rolling your shoulders back. Jungkook was great for your self-confidence, that’s for sure.

“Shall we go order?”

“Uhh I can go order for us both? You can save our spot.”

“Sure,” you’re taking out your wallet to get some cash, telling him what you want, “two scoops of Spanish caramel.” He waves his hands in dismissal at your card.

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in as if about to let you in on a secret, “ I have connections here.” You lift your eyebrows, playing along as you nod. He walks away after sending you a wink to which you can’t help but grin. The date had barely begun but you were already immensely enjoying yourself. The café was nice and casual and not overly crowded that you two would barely be able to hear each other over people talking loudly or laughing like they usually tended to do. A couple of minutes later, Jungkook has returned with the desired flavours of each of your frozen yogurts as he settles in across from you.

“Thank you.” Your tone is light and you make sure to smile his way when he nervously apologises when his hand accidently touches yours while he hands you the dessert glass. Then, there is just some awkward silence as he takes spoonfuls of yogurt as his shiny, doe eyes flit across the café shyly. He’d been so confident before he’d left to get your desserts but not it was as if he was meeting you for the first time. His cheeks puffed every single time he took a bite and every single time – he put more than necessary on his spoon, making them swell up endearingly even more. He was too cute and you were finally realising you never asked him how old he was.

“Jungkook, how old are you?” Your eyebrow is cocked in question and he stalls for a few seconds as if you asked him about his most embarrassing memory from high school. Which doesn’t seem like too long ago to be honest. His body told a different story though so you had to be sure.

“Uh,” he scratches the back of his head nervously and you’re slightly scared now. He wasn’t 18 was he? That’s barely legal, fuck. “I just turned 21 a few months ago.”

Okay. So he was just legal but still considerably younger than you. Fucking hell. You were becoming That woman already.

“H-How old are you?” He asks after a few minutes when you’d been just quietly watching him eat but not really paying attention as the voices in your head kept telling you to leave this kid alone.

“Too old to be on a date with a 21 year old.” And it’s the first time he isn’t hesitating before acting and rolling his eyes as he leans back in the booth.

“You’re not even that old.” You smirk.

“So you do think I’m old.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that.” He looks at you nervously, holding out his hand in front to defend himself and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at his naïve and pure temperament – taking your teasing slightly too seriously.

“I’m just joking babe.” You curse yourself inside your head for letting the pet name escape. You were used to calling your younger colleagues – female, mind you – all sorts of pet names and Jungkook’s sweet face and even sweeter smile just had all the ridiculously cheesy nicknames coming to you at the speed of light. And the blush on his face as he bites his lip before looking away for a second and then returning his shy gaze to you with his sheepish smile.

“Your laugh is really… nice.” You laugh out loud again when he hesitates as if deciding what word to use in order to compliment you and you decide to tease him some more. He was way too nervous for no reason. He didn’t need to impress you anymore.

“That won’t be enough for you to get in my pants, I’m afraid.” You smirk, taking a purposely sensual bite of the froyo as his wide eyes and wide open mouth watch you. Gosh, he was too cute. You don’t think he even realises that he spaces out quite often and quite obviously in front of you. And that makes you feel somehow even more of an evil old witch feeling like you’re corrupting him when you’re just have dessert.

“I-I didn’t say it to- Oh. Damn. I fell for it again.” He realises halfway again when you start chuckling under your breath at his horrified expression while he only smiles, throwing his head back on the leather seat of the booth.

“I’m s-sorry,” you’re still giggling and your heart jumps when a pout is forming on his mouth, brows frowning at you, “it’s just too easy to tease you sweetheart.” Fuck, damnit. You needed to filter yourself a bit more because Jungkook’s cheeks are going bright red and he almost has his mouth hanging open again but this time with a slight smile on his facelike he can’t believe you said it again.

“I like it when you call me those names.” His voice is so soft that it’s almost a shy whisper but you just shut him down when you shrug.

“I call everyone that.”

“Well,” his tone defiant as he shrugs right back at you, “I still like it. You’re mean but I know you like me.” His tone is almost accusatory in the playful way kids tease each other on the playground and for the first time that day, you’re the one that’s pausing and watching him finish his yogurt with the proudest smile on his face while yours remains serious.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” He continues to smirk, shrugging once again as you just shake your head, finishing the delicious caramel treat while you two chat some more. You find out he lives at a frat – not surprising – studying film and photography – very surprising – and he just loves to work out. When you joke about him only coming to the gym to watch you, he’s back to being a stutter mess and it’s just hilarious and the cutest thing to watch him trip over his own words until he’s grumbling under his breath that you’re doing it on purpose. Which you don’t deny of course. He tells you about his hobbies that include singing, making beats, drawing and playing video games. Which you learn that he has an extensive collection of and it makes you feel wrong about being there with him even more. The boy talked about his PS4 like you talked about your PhD. Maybe even more passionate.

You seriously needed to not lead him on and just call it quits after tonight. He just looked too happy and cheery for you to cut it off in the middle and waltz out of there. So you opt for waiting until you’re about to leave and you decide you’ll apologize to him for taking up his time and let him know this will just have to end here. And it’s even worse when the waitress has come by to collect your empty glasses and makes a comment about how nice it is of him to take his older sister out for frozen yogurt. Fucking awkward is an understatement.

“That’s actually my girlfriend,” his tone is even, no sign of the flustered boy you’d witnessed just minutes before as he smiles proudly at the girl that’s closer to his age while she only looks at you both sheepishly, mumbling a sorry before bolting away from your table.

“What did you do that for?”

“She clearly saw we were flirting.”

“You still didn’t have to say that Jungkook,” you don’t sound angry nor you actually are angry. But you certainly don’t want him thinking he needs to shoo away every other college aged kid who thinks you’re his older sister than someone he wants to bone. And you do too, damn it.

He doesn’t get to find out too much about you, only that you work a lot – are the commanding manager of about a unit for 100 people and his eyes go wide while he tells you how cool that is. He’s certainly good for your ego, that’s for sure. By the time you’re both done – it’s been four hours since you two met up and you didn’t even realise how quickly the time went. It’s dark outside now and he’s walking you to your car when you decide you’re going to have The talk with him. That sounds like you’re going to teach him about the birds and the bees. Eugh. Why did you feel so damn old already. You’re at your car and you turn around to let him know exactly where this would be going. Nowhere. But your stomach is dropping, though you don’t get much out.

“I had a lot of fun but-” Because Jungkook has gently pushed you against your own car, threading one hand in your hair while the other pulls you closer by the waist like he’s done this a thousand times and finally – his lips have taken yours between his. You don’t fight him. You don’t push him away or even make a noise of protest which is exactly the opposite of what you’d been constantly telling yourself the whole time you’d been on the date.

Instead, you kiss him back, opening your mouth when his tongue probes your mouth open, tangling his hot one with yours and you can’t help but moan at the delicious taste of the frozen yogurt as well as something that you can only guess is distinctively him. His head is tilting to the other side as he starts placing short, open mouthed kisses on your lips again and you’re getting carried away before you finally give him a push back.

“Jungkook,” your breathless call of his name only has him leaning down to bite your lip tantalisingly – nothing like the shy, meek boy you’d been teasing all day.

“I like you. And I know you like me. There is no point in you trying to get rid of me.”

Well, when he puts it like that. That was pretty much true. And what do you know? Your mind is hazy from his skilful tongue and the taste of his lips and all you find yourself doing is nodding. He kisses you softly goodbye once more, making you promise to set up a date again.

You drive home, not knowing how the fuck a 21 yr old bunny boy had just turned the whole night around and had you putty in his hands – very strong and vascular you might add.

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It’s been a week since ‘the date’ and you’ve texted him non-stop. Well, he’s texted you and you hadn’tnotreplied to be more technical. Okay. Fine. You wanted to text him. It was like you were in college all over again when Jungkook actually was in college. But gradually, you’d stopped texting him to set up more dates when once again he’d been mistaken for your son, yes that’s right; people had no fucking sense of age difference and literally thought he was your son. Maybe because his face made him look younger underneath all his baggy clothes? But whatever it was; it really pissed you off and was a bitter reminder of your age difference. You two had only been getting coffee on your break just outside your office and the stupid barista – of all people – say that how nice it was that mother and son were having a coffee date. Since you’d offered to pay, Jungkook had been standing outside and didn’t hear any of it but that was the day you’d decided you really needed to put an end to this. If normal lay people were thinking all sorts of relationships that were definitely not romantic between you two – you can only imagine what your colleagues would think at the charity gals and events you had to attend throughout the year if you did end up dating him.

You can’t believe you had to succumb to society’s standards of what’s right and what’s not and end a relationship that you could see yourself in for a while. Oh well. Too bad. It’s over.

“You’re serious? Are you mad?” Seulgi is almost yelling at you.

“It’s the right thing Seul. He’s too young for me. I’ve had enough of people thinking I’m either his baby sitter, sister or his fucking mother for god’s sake.”

“You’re still bloody mad for cutting him off because of that. You like, barely give a shit about anything others say. Why now?”

Good question. Why now?

Maybe you just didn’t think you were good enough for him. Whatever. You weren’t going that rabbit hole. Seulgi is still cursing you out when you leave her place and head back to yours. It had been two weeks since you last saw or texted Jungkook. You’d gradually pulled away and hoped that he’d get the hint. But of course, he’d started to send you shirtless selfies, tempting you in to texting him back and it was embarrassing how much will power it took to not text him back. But it had to be done.

But what you don’t expect is him standing outside the building of your penthouse, talking to the guard like they were old pals and you almost want to bolt and hide before he sees you. In fact you are about to do exactly that but the stupid guard spots you. You take that bad. Bernie was the sweetest man alive.

“Miss, y/n! This young man has been waiting for you a while.” You’re glaring at him while Jungkook only sends you a sheepish wave – looking slightly nervous. “You never have guests so I thought it best to wait for you to let him in.”

“Thank you very much Bernie.” You glare at Jungkook again before smiling at Bernie again, “You did the right thing. Goodnight!” You don’t even bother with Jungkook because you know he’s following after you like a lost puppy with his black hoodie and black sweats basically making him look like an oversized puppy.

“Y-Y/n, hey!” You’re getting on the elevator and Jungkook has just managed to slip in before the doors close.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook? Don’t you know this is stalking?” You’re only trying to scare him but he looks slightly tipsy when you take a look closer and smell the sweet smell of apple cider on him and he is looking way too smug for his own good at this moment.

“Nope. Not when you want me here.” You just roll your eyes, ignoring him as you walk out to your penthouse, Jungkook still following in but now he was ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ing at your place. It must definitely be an upgrade from the frat he lived in and you still can’t figure out why you let him in and didn’t kick him to the curb.

Setting down your stuff in your room and telling Jungkook to stay in the living room, you’re just about to take off your formal button up when you hear his deep voice that almost has you screaming.

“Jungkook! This is my room. I was about to change.” He only pouts, leaning against the door, looking too cute for his own good as your heart pounds. You missed his bunny smile, his dimples and the little scar on his cheek. Fuck you were in deep. Denial that is.

“Why have you been ignoring me? I’ve missed you.” Your heart clenches. No one has ever said those words to you except Seulgi. And you suddenly want to hear them again.

“I told you I was busy and that we.. we can’t continue. I’m sorry.” He tsks, stepping inside your room, lazily walking to your bed and plopping down right in front of you, thighs spread wide and you can’t help but notice how loose his pants were and how thick his thighs were…

“Can you say that without staring at my dick?” What? Your mouth is wide open at how bold he’s being. It has to be the alcohol but still – you can’t help the slight shiver of arousal with the way he says that, hands resting behind him – looking all too comfortable on your bed.

“You’re clearly drunk. Sleep it off on the couch or the guest bedroom and leave without telling me.” Maybe too harsh. But it needed to be said. Apparently he didn’t think so because just as you’re pulling on his hand to get him up – he’s instead pulled you forward in a harsh tug, right on top of him as your hair hangs on one side while his hands pulls your thighs on either side of him making you straddle him. Fucking hell. What was happening. Drunk Jungkook had moves.

“You want me. I want you. Why are you being difficult. Is it what all those people say or is it me?”

You hate yourself – or probably will in the morning but you say it anyway. Lying straight to his face. “It’s you. I want a man Jungkook. Not a boy.”

The dead silence in the room is making you increasingly nervous because like usual, you can’t read Jungkook at this moment. He’s simply staring at you. And when a minute passes and he’s still staring at you – you decide it’s probably a good time to get off of this compromising position and that’s the exact time Jungkook has you flipped over. A surprised gasp is falling from your lips when you’re the one laying on your soft bed while Jungkook towers over you. His musky scent surrounding you and you have to refrain from taking a deep breath. Fuck he even smelled good.

“Yeah? When did you actually get laid by a ‘man’ exactly?”

“T-That’s none of your conce- Oh!” His hand had slipped right up your skirt, palming roughly at your underwear that’s absolutely ruined and even you’re surprised how fast it got to the state it was in.

“Hm,” he continues to slowly circle your clit with the whole of his palm, over your panties and you’re falling back on the bed, moaning out because he was right. Again. Fuck. It had been a while since you’d slept with someone. “That’s what I thought,” he leans in close to your face, bypassing your lips to whisper in your ear, “noona.”

The moan you let out is of appreciation and it truly is embarrassing how fast you’ve given in, letting Jungkook have his way with you.

“Jungkook you need to g-go.” And the brat has the nerve to scoff while he looks down at his hand palming you, his other spreading your legs further as your skirt has now completely ridden up to your waist – your ruined panties in full sight and the sticky, erotic sounds are starting to surface as you leak more and more arousal.

“No. I need to remind you that I’m not a fucking teenager.” And just to test him, you stare him right in the eyes, almost challenging while still breathing harder with each roll of his palm on your clit.

“And how exactly are you going to do that, kid?”

You’re not sure where all this confidence has come from suddenly because he doesn’t look THAT tipsy anymore. Slightly flushed face but he seems perfectly steady. And then he leans down close to your face, breathing on your lips.

“By fucking the wit out of you, Noona.” His smile is saccharine sweet while you’re losing your mind now. The filthy, scandalous words from his usually innocent disposition have you feeling hot all over. Not to forget that he was built like a powerhouse. And the face of an angel and suddenly you have the urge to kiss him. And you do. Moaning in his mouth as he returns the passion with which you’d grappled his face and brought it down to yours.

You can’t remember how long you made out with him on your bed, skirt pushed high and his hand still working between your legs. But when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you’re pushing him back until he finally relents and breaks the connection between you two, sitting up. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and you know you don’t look any better.

Still the longer you stare at him, the more apprehensive you start to get. And Jungkook must have noticed because in a swift pull, he’s pulling off his hoodie, wearing nothing underneath and if you weren’t so tuned on, you’d roll your eyes that he’d thought he’d be getting lucky. Which he was but that wasn’t the point.

“Y/N.” You just stare at his defined abdominals, completely in awe at his youthful, tight body that has your mouth salivating. You weren’t so shabby yourself but nowhere near Jungkook. “I’m going to fuck you on this bed, on the kitchen counter, on the couch,” he looks out at your balcony before looking back at you again, “on your balcony and every other surface on this house until you admit you want me.”

You’re speechless and so fucking turned on and Jungkook doesn’t waist any time in ripping your shirt open as the buttons fly everywhere. Shimmying you out of your skirt and taking his own sweats off. You know you’re gawking. There was no other reaction that you could have. The boy was long, girthy and incredibly veiny that your pussy was clenching around nothing. All speech had left you and you were glad that Jungkook had taken the reigns when it was usually you. But maybe you felt something for him and maybe there was more involved than just a high libido and hormones that had you so stationary. Thankfully you don’t need to stand there and contemplate the deeper meaning of this rendezvous because Jungkook is pushing you on the bed, similar position to before but now no fabric between the both of you. His skin is laced with a healthy glow as he ogresses his warm body over yours and just the feeling of it has you moaning his name. He’s spread your legs wide, hitching them up his waist and with one thrust, he’s all the way in.

“Jungkook!” You’re so slick and wet that no lubricant is needed as his impressive girth stretches open your pussy until it stings deliciously – the pussy lips hugging his hardened cock, all puffy and swollen as he looks down at where both of you are connected. And as gone as you are, you can finally see the sweat dripping down his face and see that his resolve isn’t as steely as he’s trying to portray.

“I-I’m clean y/n. I just couldn’t wait I needed to be inside your cunt. Fuck.” His growl is sending electric shocks straight to your pussy and all you can do is nod and let him know it’s okay, you were on the pill. Maybe you were being a little too reckless but everything you did with Jungkook was reckless. So you guess this was inevitable.

“Ah.” The high pitched mewl leaving your lips is unavoidable when Jungkook finally starts to speed up, thrusting in and out in a steadily increasing rhythm. He’s utterly concentrated on your face that thrown back in unbelievable pleasure. Is this what you’d been missing out on? Because he’s fucking you so good that tears are welling up in your eyes with each thrust that pushes you slightly forward on the bed.

“Yeah? Like this?” your vigorous nodding is confirming the angle at which he’s snapping his hips in to you, his balls making an absence sound that even makes you bite your lip shyly every time they smacked against your ass.

“Yeah. F-Fuck. Jungkook, right t-there.” Jungkook had pushed a leg up high, almost making it stand up straight in the air as he ruts his hips in yours, the wet sounds of your continuous leaking only making a mess on your nice Egyptian cotton sheets but you couldn’t careless when you were getting the shit fucked out of you. God, bless young men and their stamina.

“Your cunt is so tight. Fuck, fuck. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long noona. Your pussy is so wet. Just like I imagined.” You’re whimpering when his thumb has slipped down to rub circles in your clit as he continues to snap his hips forward in a punishing pace, now knowing that he’d thought about you like this before – unsurprisingly. But it’s the way he growls out his words like he’s mad that his fantasies weren’t just mere fantasies but actually a reality. You could relate. Jungkook was just as good as you thought he wouldn’t be. Caring, smart, sweet and now you knew, an excellent lover.

You can feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten rapidly now that he’d started to strum your clit in time with his snapping hips. You’re crying out high pitched moans with each thrust and every so often, Jungkook spreads or pushes your legs up to target another area in your pussy you didn’t even know existed. And just in seconds, it’s like your orgasm sneaks up on you because suddenly you’re screaming out as a gush of wetness is releasing around Jungkook’s thrusting cock.

“Fuck yeah. Keep cumming on my cock like that noona. Fuck.” He’s cursing like a sailor and you know your pussy muscles clenching around his still hardened length must be torturous but you don’t have time to either recover or offer to help. Because Jungkook is picking you up – cock still inside you and all – and does what you only think he said for the imagination. He’s opening your balcony door, stepping outside and bracing you against the railing, your arms going around his neck on instinct when you look down at how high up you are.

“J-Jungkook.”

“I’ve got you Noona. I told you I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this house.” His eyes are tense and he looks like a man on mission. You can see the buildings opposite yours. They aren’t close enough that they would be able to see every explicit detail but they are far enough to spot two completely naked figures – doing something that you’ve only seen in movies. But all thought flies out of your head when Jungkook is starting to thrust inside you again.

“Oh… Jungkook. Y-You’re so,” you hiccup, “big… ah.” His speed had increased. He hadn’t cum and he was desperate for a release right now with the way he was rutting in to you. Your hands had automatically gone to either side of you to steady yourself by grabbing on to the railings as you’re pushed upwards and then down again and then upwards again with every thrust of his cock inside you. The thrill of knowing there could be people watching you right across the other residential building has you building back up to the brink again so fast and Jungkook’s dirty mouth isn’t helping.

“You like this don’t you, noona? The fact that anyone could be watching us. Watching me pound this big cock inside you. I just wish they could see the way your cunt stretches around me too.” He’s saying the last bit in a hiss as he looks down between the two of you and suddenly you want to make him cum; because you were about to.

“J-Jungkook, I’m going to cum again. P-Please.”

“Play with your tits. C’mon. I know you’re just as filthy as you pretend to not be. Come one. Give us a show.” Damn his tantalising mouth because despite the fear of letting go of one of the railings is there, you’re far too gone to even care about your safety as your hand is on your breasts, pinching, pulling and moaning loud like a porn star. All your inhibitions were gone and this was pure, raw, need. And Jungkook was more than happy to oblige.

“Yeah, just like that. Pinch your nipples noona. I wanna suck them so bad. So pink and pretty.” And just then he’s leaning forward and taking one nipple in his mouth, pace somehow increasing and after a few minutes of sounds of skin against skin, crying moans that have tears streaming down your face; Jungkook cums with a shout.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m cumming. I’m filling this pussy up. Oh god. You’re so tight.” He’s come so much that it’s spilled around his length that’s still thrusting inside you, a little slower but still milking out every last drop – an obscene squelching sound echoing with the amount of cum that was pushed back in and pulled back out with his cock. You’d cum with him inside you and were now just holding on to him before you passed out and possibly fell over the balcony and died.

After catching your breath, Jungkook slowly lets you down – your legs all but jelly.

“You okay?” He asks gently, holding on to your waist to steady your swaying body that had been almost fucked to death. Really. Bless Jungkook’s hips. The boy had more horsepower than actual horses probably did. You expect him to walk you inside the bedroom again but he gently pushes you back against the railing again.

“Jungkook, no more I’m sore,” you pat his cheek softly but he only smiles his bunny smile – contradicting the way he’d fucked you not even just minutes ago almost violently – before he’s sliding down on his knees. Gently he’s bringing one up and placing it on your shoulders and it hits you.

“I’m sensitive, Jungkook.” Though it wasn’t an excuse for him to stop. You just never had anyone want to go down on you after they’d finished inside and the fact that Jungkook wanted to makes you horny all over again. Your libido was turning in to one of a college boy too.

“I’m just cleaning you up. I bet we taste better than the froyo,” his cheesy wink has you pinching his cheek as a smirk finds its way to your face. Though it’s wiped pretty quickly when you feel his warm tongue part your ruined, puffy folds. Slowly licking away the white stickiness of your combined fluids. And it doesn’t help when he’s moaning in your pussy like he’s just had the best dessert ever and you’re back to holding the railing again to steady yourself.

“F-Fuck. Jungkook, you’re so good baby. So good.” His eyes are lighting up at your praise and he gets slightly too enthusiastic when he licks up your clit but apologises when you wince in sensitivity.

“Am I good boy noona? Cleaning you up.” Your hands are threading in his luscious hair as your head is thrown back – in absolute heaven despite the twitching in your body from being so sensitive.

“So good baby. You’re the best. Such a good boy. Noona’s special boy.” And when he’s made you cum one more time, you’re just about to fall and thankfully, he’s carrying you inside the bedroom. Finally, you’re both on the bed and he’s already made you the little spoon, cuddling you from behind. You both lay in comfortable silence. Like you’ve both done this a thousand times.

“I do really like you Y/N. Please like me back.” Your heart is about to burst at his meek voice that comes from behind you sometime in the night. The only light in the room is the moonlight shining in because you forgot to close the curtains. And you can’t help but tell all your negative thoughts to shut the fuck up, force yourself to face him before you place a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.

“I do really like you. Please stay.”

And he just smiles his sleepy, dimply smile. Both of you content in this moment.

a/n: im going to YEET out of here. thanks for reading and let me know if you liked it?? kinda??

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

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so here I am for old times sake. it’s been 5 years and a lot has changed. but i’m kinda still the same. maybe my inner monologue doesn’t sound as self-assured as it did when I was 15. maybe i don’t romanticise the shit out of every 2 second eye contact i make with cute strangers. maybe i don’t grammar well anymore because i think it’s a cute look. Oh wow. so much of the world has changed. facial recognition, instagram shops, the pandemic... so many new songs i play on repeat until i’m sick of them. i’m a lot less motivated than i was before, and i’m ashamed to admit that. i have smile lines. i feel more and more defeated everyday (actually, we’re trying to work on this). but yh the sad emo vibes never quite dissipated like i dreamed they would, i felt so betrayed by the order of things and the way of the world that i lost a lot of hope. gave up on myself (a bit... a lot sometimes). but other times, it’s gucci. i feel like i’m definitely more cringe than cheesy now. not sure if that’s a good thing, pretty sure it’s not.

hmm. what hasn’t changed? still unfortunately in love with love, but i can mostly see the difference between real life and the cute shit that happens in my head. i’m learning to have faith, to trust. to start living life and exist in the same dimension as other people because even though it sucks, it’s better than existing alone in your head. i realised that studying will only get you a quarter of the way to things and unfortunately stopped that shit. it wasn’t a good idea because i didn’t pick anything else up. i’m still writing songs. still singing them badly. BUT my singing has improved marginally:) i still love my parents, family is all good (touch wood). still a bit too impressionable but we’re working on building a stronger willpower and independence. still love taylor swift. still want to run away to the creative industry. still want to runaway sometimes (in general). I still write! sometimes. wow, i guess some things really just don’t change.

The good? Hmm my eyes have been opened to the multi-dimensions of wealth and inequality and cultural differences that exist in the world. I am thankful for that and didn’t know that money could buy so much. but simultaneously feel disheartened that the discrepancy is so large between people at birth. inequity is real and idk how i feel about that because i really believed in the natural justice system. and then I was so caught up in these feelings of betrayal and injustice that i forgot that i am lucky enough to have the opportunity to change things. I forgot about it for 5 years and now it feels like it’s too late. i know it’s not.

that was a digression.

the good. okay. hmm discovered korean dramas and the mastery that is cinema and how it evokes emotions through stories and idk that’s just a piece of my soul coming together. i work out occasionally. sadly i stopped dance but i’m vowing to sign up for classes once i have the money. i got a spotify membership and spend my days making playlists for myself and it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I really hate how my inner core is so soft and romantic, it’s not fit for the capitalist society that we’re living under. i have friends, i like them, they like me. there is a guy, maybe. there were a few guys actually. i’m not sure how long this one is going to be around for GAHHH omg imagine if i re-read this in five years time and i’m laughing at myself because he screwed me over so bad idk. i have bad self-esteem issues. i am kinda joking, kinda not. okay, i like him but let’s move onto another topic. i’m trying my best to adult and be honest with my feelings and approach things with feigned maturity to mask my pre-teen thoughts. let’s leave it at that:)

i remember that taylor said that the lucky one was the hardest song to write for the red album. because it was solely about her and her life. no guys (apart from the second verse but okay that’s not central to the song). it’s the same for me. i don’t want to talk about the direction of my professional life because it scares me more than messing my life up romantically. for now, i’m beginning to see the role of passion and interest in work and it’s importance. I’m trying my best to walk towards that direction because i know that ultimately i want a career that I would love to work overtime for. but i’m still trying to balance the scales between what i want and the confinements of reality. i need to make money. sometimes it feels like an either or kind of situation and i don’t know what to do. but maybe this is just standard 20 year old thoughts. okay but we have 2 months left of uni so i’m going back to studying. i hope that when i look back on this i would have a 2:1 bachelors (but let’s be honest we want a first)

some final thoughts for 25 year old me because why not make your tumblr a time-capsule? dodie-style.

what are you listening to right now? I’m listening to 21 by gracie. Are you seeing anyone? Honestly, I don’t see you in a steady relationship because i feel like your self-esteem will get in the way of things - either that or you get your shit together and focus on your career too much. I hope it’s the latter. I hope family is all well and healthy. call them. right now, if you’re not living with them. DEAR GOD PLS don’t still be living with them. OH GOD DO YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FLAT/HOUSE?? where are you by the way? london? what are you doing right now career-wise? how’s it going? is it what you want to do? does it fit in with your life plan? please tell me you have a life plan by now. i hope i’m proud of you. i hope you’re working hard. how are you? really? are you rich enough to afford therapy and weekly spin/pilates sessions? what’s up with your social circle? are you still writing? ARE THERE DRONES EVERYwhere? How’s chloe? Elizabeth? Jason? Update me, what happened with the guy - i want to hear a story. do you cook now? did you manage to turn your personality type from a 2/9 enneagram to a 3? bitch we gonna work on this. do you still write songs? can you sing? you don’t have kids right lmao pls no god help us. what’s your yearly salary post-tax? did you start dancing again? did you start to learn piano again? what happened with the pandemic? how long were you quarantined for? do you still make spotify playlists haha? what tv series are you currently binging? do you hate me? please tell me your still blogging ur life on ur private instagram. how many followers do you have now? who are you having conversations right now with on facebook? what are your colleagues like? are you less people orientated now that you’ve realised that they cannot provide you with the love that you are depriving yourself of from yourself? DO YOU READ? are you the perfect health-freak, ig-girl, smart business woman, go-getter in her white suit at the glass media company that you dreamed about being at those dark spin sessions? GOD IMAGINE. I hope you are but i don’t have faith right now. pls tell me you don’t teach (or you teach and ur salary is insane in a good way). are you a journalist? you didn’t go into consulting right? did you study again after uni? are you the screenwriter that you’ve dreamed about? did your poetry account blow up and now you’re a full time poet? I still kinda hope you work at a nice glass office (brand consulting, advertising, media, journalism) and wear cute coords suits to work. and i hope you’re writing on the side because it’s who you are. I hope you’re reading lots and I hope you’re super smart and switched on. I hope you’re memory has improved a lot. I hope you’re in love, I hope he loves you back and I hope you know that too. I hope you have a great and healthy relationship with your parents and see your extended family and grandparents often. I hope everyone is healthy and I hope you took your parents to duck and waffle like you wanted (don’t do it when you’re poor though). I hope you’re taking care of your health and eating well. I hope you’re still dreaming in a realistic way. I hope you have great mentors and a supportive friend group. I hope you’re living your best life. re-read the defining decade. but i hope you don’t reminisce to much anymore and don’t write too many songs because you’re 25, time to break out the novel shit. I hope you’ve travelled alot. I hope you spend a few more summers in china falling in love with life and yourself again. how is your chinese? are you still a romantic? tell me, have you changed, if at all? do you read the news? are you less cynical about yourself and more realistic or less optimistc about the world? I hope you are. contingencies are important.

are you excited for the future? I hope you are. if not, please change, you have time, all you need is faith and diligence. hope you’re holding up well. Me? at 20? I’m excited about what my 25 year old self is going to be like, like i was excited to see what my gcse results were going to be like. I hope the results are the same. work hard. i love you. hope you love yourself more. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. have faith. :) i can’t do much for you, but i hope i did a lot to get to where you are right now. hoping is useless, i’m going to work now.

take care x

#hmajorgirl

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isitoctober212015yet · 2 years

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techno

I'm only really today able to go back and look at a lot of things. It's been 20 days and im honestly still a wreck about it.

In 2020 my friend arcanist was posting about this minecraft guy in the foopets server. I thought that his little pig skin was funny, and it was a few ~30 second clips. sure ill watch these to be polite. But they were all very funny, most of them were potato war clips so I started there.

and i watched more, and i just was like "wow i like this guy but that's it" and then he joined the dream smp so i caught up on all the lore that had happened up to that point (a much easier task than it is for any newcomers today LMAO). and all those minecraft youtubers were cool too. huh. and as I got further invested in this fandom i discovered more and more people i would stick with, wilbur, phil, and tommy (i was a sucker for sleepy bois as soon as i found out about them. i love them) and ranboo, and tubbo, and ponk and eret and quackity and karl and niki and jack and puffy and all of a sudden i have a gaggle of like 40+ comfort streamers. but techno was always my most favorite. I'm a Techno main to my core.

I would drop anything i was doing to watch every stream of his live. I truly do love him, his humor, his content, his character (in the human sense not dsmp though i will defend c!techno to the death). He was a light. He was good. He cared so much. He was always funny. Even when he announced something so devastating he made sure to drop a plushie ad in the middle, and remind you to buy channel memberships and subscribe. He made channel posts to let u know he was still alive, and look at this cool bird. He made jokes every step of the way. talking about how everyone was weaker than him because they didnt have the same number of bones.

I just felt better knowing somewhere, he was out there. I was never under any illusion we would meet or be friends. I didn't want to be. I'm just a number and thats good. That's all I need. But now I genuinely don't know how to navigate a world that he's not in anymore. The smallest things can still set me off. I was peeling potatoes for dinner and remembered he's dead and started crying. I'm crying writing this. and finally looking at the art and tributes and recollections from his friends. I still panic when i get a youtube notification because I can't ever have any notification hiding his last video. and then i remember thats his last video and im set off even further. The first few days i remember seeing everyone else move on with their lives, talk about the new stranger things, their fourth of july plans. and i was so fucking ANGRY even though I know logically. They weren't aware of him. Of course they were moving on, their whole world hadn't ground to a halt the way mine had.

I loved him, I love him. He meant so much to me, more than I can really express and I'm so glad he was a part of my existence for the time I had with him. Even before he died I had accidentally absorbed some of his speech patterns into my own. I'll always have that with me. They say nobody is truly dead until there's no one left to remember them, and the legacy techno left is so vast and deep. Nobody ever could. And that gives me some peace at least. It hurts less some days than others. And I still cry a fair bit. But I have to try, for him. He'd call me cringe if I gave up now.

Fly high technoblade. I'll miss you. But at least with fellow fans I'm in good company.

#that kate bush song wasnt lyin

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emisyearoffortunateevents · 3 years

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So 2021 huh, people are not exaggerating when they say years fly as you get older. Tumblr has been something special to look back and see what my previous worries, hope, and dreams were. And like I’d forget most of these if they weren’t for tumblr. I barely posted in 2020 and I forgot everything that happened???

This is why I think it’s important to reflect on the highlights of this last year. Last time I did this, it was 2017… fast forward to 5 years later….(like what the heck I got my license in 2017) anyways..

- Never had covid except for the covid scare found out on JAN 1 (I pray I’m not jinxing myself)

- Started @emimontages on Instagram, made a couple videos and hoping to pick it up again one of these days!

- I thrifted my Olympus Mju ii in January, and it’s been single-handly the best purchase of my life

- Released my photography website for a time being

- Hit my first box + rail for snowboarding

- Continued my dental assisting job during winter quarter

- Photographed the girl’s psaa volleyball season

- Played beer pong for the first time of my life, absolutely sucked and hitched grant and Julia together

- Obtained a planet fitness gym membership

- A portrait photoshoot with Sarai!

- I slowly started meal-prepping throughout the year

- Tried golf for the first time, lousy at it but like I get the old white man hype for it

- Went on a photoshoot with Isaac, where I eventually found my shots reposted on Prana’s page

- Learn to tape broken ankles but like.. I forgot everything

- Climbed the dome!! My walla walla dream came trust lmao. And geocached where I left my organic tampon in there to form history. Ran around the green hills at night from imaginary scary farmers, laid in the middle of the street with a friend group to stargaze, and visited abandoned towers

- Lots of rolled down music moments with this friend group. Big shoutout to Julia, grant and Carson. Y’all were the epitome of the best quarter ever.

- I think only one sunrise hike was done lmao, where a potato was boosted into the horizon

- Forced quarantine in yucky Meske where meaningful conversations were held in the halls with vball girls <3

- sneaked out of quarantine 2x which then.. to sneak in again to the Hampton’s hot tub

- shit…I forgot I did volleyball evening practices + volleyball/basketball intrimurals during all this LOL WHAT?

- Planned a trip to Spokane where a core memory was riding electric bikes all over homeless-looking downtown. I swear we saw prison members doing community service hours

- Karina and Yanna met me halfway in soap lake? But then we found the most unreal spot?? And felt like deer and met our fishermen boyfriends who took pictures of us? This felt like a dream

- Had scary campfire stories and s’mores shared in the hills where it was 110% illegal and we could’ve lit all the fields on fire

- Planned Julia’s birthday and made my first coochiechaterie board

- Took my first somewhat senior stranger photoshoot

- Floated down Walla walla’s only river, but I swear it’s 10 miles long

- Found out I have chronic cookie bite hearing loss, love that for me

- Got VAXXED

- For my last official volleyball game, my team won. We won that game set. Unreal.

- Graduated walla and Strobel cried, jk he shed maybe 1 tear.

- Fam bam trip to Bend, Oregon. Adore that place

- Lots of sunset swims, hot tub talks with the girlies

- A surfing session and what seemed like a 20 mile hike to the base of rainier all in one weekend???????

- Fam bam trip to The Bahamas aka Atlantis

- Signed a 2 year contract townhouse in Redlands california with a roommate I’ve never met!

- Airport landings in the middle of the forest, fire lookouts, foggy Baker Mountain, & can’t forget North bend…

- Girlies and I took the best trip of our lives to Vancouver + Whistler. Ethereal experiences. Oh and a flat tire

- Drove 16 hours down to california with a roof tent ⛺️

- Met Kyra. The best roommate ever.

- Got through orientation at LLU, met the people I was to see 60 hours a week.

- Said goodbye to my family, 3 months on my own

- Manhattan beach became my favorite, Karina came visiting for my birthday. 3:00 am start- 11pm end. From Catalina island to shots at a restaurant I still can’t pronounce.

- tried spin. Almost died here.

- Hosted first Halloween party. Best decor, bad host on me for leaving 2 hours later.

- Attended a laguna hills mansion “party” same night with epic views

- Met amber and Rachel, and Des. They are key characters

- Got white coated. Guess it’s a big deal!

- Planned the best day yet at california. Including one of the best hikes involving climbing ladders, canyons and off road driving.

- “Star gazing” with roomie

- Decided to say yes to follow a homeless looking man in order to see a secret local spot in the mountains. We still think of you georgio <\3

- 5:30am mornings consistent for all the 3 months.

- Last minute big island trip with fam during thanksgiving break.

- Ran and screamed through old mine tunnels

- Board games untill 11pm with somewhat of a new friend group?

- Finished all A’s for my first quarter of dental hygiene. With my last 3 finals being over 97%.

- Watched sing 2 back at home with the girlies and it was life-changing.

These are the core memories, engraved in my mind. Mainly with the help of pictures as well.

Wow. What.a.year. Life changes real quick.

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Omg I hope it’s not too personal to ask about ur experience leaving the Mormon church; I was going to an lds church for a hot second and just oh god no

Thank you so much for your patience with me taking so long to answer this! Moving is stressful af (Also I hope you don’t mind that I’m answering this publicly. I rarely talk about this huge part of my life, but I feel it’s important for others to know before making a decision on joining a religion)

I grew up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Usually called the LDS Church, or often just the “Mormon Church”). I was “born in the Covenant”, which is just a fancy way of saying my family was already members of the church when I was born. So basically, the mormon church and culture framed my Entire Life from the moment I was born until I officially resigned from the religion a year and a half ago.

The core principal of mormanism is The Plan of Salvation - basically the idea that we were predestined in our pre-mortal lives to come to Earth and be tested, and if we remain faithful for our whole lives, when we die we will be exalted to the highest degree and have our family with us for all eternity. (Also there are three kingdoms of exaltation, and the highest one has three layers to it, and if you are in the highest layer of the highest kingdom then you actually get to create your own universe [if you’re a man] and become the God of that universe. If you’re a woman then your eternal duty is to bare children for your God-husband and populate that universe and never really be acknowledged lmao). Although that last fact isn’t super well known in the church doctrine.

The mormon church follows the Bible like most Christian religions, but they also follow a separate book called “The Book of Mormon”, which the church authorities refer to as “the most correct of any book on Earth”. The Book of Mormon is all about how a righteous family left Jerusalem before it was destroyed and built a boat and sailed to the Americas where there was a war and half of the family descendants - the Lamanites - were evil and sought to bring down the kingdom of God, while the other half - the Nephites - were righteous to a fault. The Lamanites ended up getting struck with “blackness” for their sins so that they could be told apart from the white, and therefore good, Nephites. Church authorities in the past have claimed that the Lamanites were the direct ancestors of the Native Americans. Which is hugely racist and disgusting to say, because the book literally said that black skin would show “their abominations”. (But hey this church has been openly racist, sexist, and homophobic since its conception so big surprise there)

Anyway, there is a lot more doctrine and I could spend an eternity writing about it because it gets me so angry, but I feel this answer is already going to be fucking long enough so I’ll just leave those two points. Though if you want to know more about the church’s history with racism or sexism, let me know!

So like I said, I was born into this church and I was baptised at eight years old (the age of accountability) to become an official member of the church. I was completely in love with the church. It gave me purpose and friends. If you live in Utah or Idaho, Mormonism is the primary religion and you can’t go two blocks without seeing a church building.

When I got to high school I attended Seminary every day (basically church school for teens) and my senior year I was actually on the seminary council - a group of kids who got their kicks because they were the most righteous. That was the year I started to doubt, and doubt hard. Everything on the surface of the church seemed good and nice, but there were little things here and there that bothered me. I was told to “doubt my doubts before I doubted my faith” and that if I sought the Lord in sincere prayer, that he would answer me and I would know for sure the church was true.

And I did pray. I prayed and fasted and did everything I could. I read my scriptures and attended church and did the best I could in my church callings. I never received an answer. And of course that made me feel like I wasn’t trying hard enough. So I doubled my efforts and ended up having a nervous breakdown because I was a doubter and God didn’t want to speak to me because of that.

Around this same time I was also starting to come to terms with my sexuality which only made me feel worse about the whole thing, because homosexuality is a sin in mormonism, as it is in most major Christian religions.

Finally after a full year of radio silence from God despite my best efforts and humbling myself and truly wanting an answer, I started to research on my own. If God wasn’t going to give me the answers I needed, then I was going to find them for myself. And thanks to my research, I came to the conclusion that none of it was true. Which makes it sound like an easy process, but it took a long time and it emotionally hurt me reading so many contradictory things. Because I had truly loved the church. When I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t true, I honestly felt like a part of me had died.

After my revelation I went away to college and cut myself off from the church. I made some amazing friends who helped me realize how awesome being gay is, and that no religion can determine my worth. But I still felt the loss of the church and ended up in a huge depressive episode that ultimately made me drop out of college. I’m still trying to pick up the pieces of my life and consolidate everything I know with my relationships with my loved ones who still believe. The guilt-trips I got from family and “friends” when I stopped going to church were insane.

And then a new policy was released in November of 2016 stating that if a child of a gay couple wanted to join the church, they could not be baptised until they were 18, and they had to publicly disavow their parents’ lifestyle before they would be allowed to join the church. The church was literally making children turn on their loving parents to join a church. The effects of this policy were horrendous. There was a spike in Utah lgbt teen suicides as a result. I was horrified and disgusted, and that’s when I decided that, even though I hadn’t been to church in years and that I knew it was absolute garbage, I could not have my name tied in any way to this organization. So I drafted a formal resignation letter to send to the church administration building and demanded that they take my name off their membership records.

I’m still facing repercussions for that decision from family members. To a lot of them, it’s like I’ve died. Because to resign from the church means you cancel all the effects of baptism and any saving ordinance you received while a member. Meaning, I won’t be exalted and I won’t be with my family forever when I die. And even though I know it’s not true, it was such a huge aspect of my life and personality from the day I was born, that I’ve struggled having an identity since I left. Having a spiritual crisis seems like an easy thing on paper, but it is so much more complex than a lot people make it out to be. Right now I don’t have the ability to see a future for myself where I am finally done being affected by mormonism, but every day I get a step closer if that makes sense.

This answer has been long enough, so I didn’t have a chance to touch on the abuses within the church, gaslighting, magical underwear, how the church is actively covering up and excusing sexual assault, how children as young as 12 are subjected to private worthiness interviews where sexually explicit questions may be asked by an adult man, how the first Prophet of the church who “translated” the Book of Mormon was a treasure hunter who had multiple wives and married girls as young as 14 years old, or eternal polygamy (not the same as polyamory which I fully support mind you). Plus much much more. My research was extensive.

But hopefully that gives you a “brief” explanation of my experience escaping from the mormon cult.

#cucorules #ER answers #this really was much much longer than i intended it to be im so sorry #i just started typing and it was like word vomit #guess thats what I get for repressing it and not openly speaking about it lmao #not hq

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Riverdale Raw Thoughts

Binge watched Riverdale last night as my Netflix membership for the month was expiring. (Not renewing again until early November to watch S2 The Crown and other stuff I’m waiting on) - Like I literally stayed up from 9 pm to 6 pm this morning watching the show straight and then went to bed and woke up at noon.

Cheesy dialogue aside, it was pretty great for what it was.

But it suffered from the same thing Scream Queens did - interesting core plot, but cheesy cringy writing and too many pop culture references to pander to their target audience demographic (I’m assuming 18-34)

Wishy-washy social commentary:

FP Jones ain’t shit but Jughead has a cute beenie and is sensitive so he’s a-okay.

Alice Cooper grew up on the “wrong side of the tracks” but married well so now she’s determined to keep south side trash out by joining the “neighborhood watch” and using her white woman hood, white feminism and ‘come-uppance’ privilage to publish edgy think pieces.

Betty Cooper has some pent up rage that is sorta overlooked because it was “for good” (doing it for the girls and trying to get revenge for Polly - and because the guy was Black, thinly veiled anti-blackness) until it isn’t overlooked but simply mentioned . Then she initally starts using Jughead and Jughead calls it out and she kind of agrees and says she has “darkness” in her - until something happens again and she decides to “let the darkness out” and be selfish and blame it on something else again.

Jughead getting dealt a piss poor hand, being okay at the South Side school (he’s a gang member - arguably gang leader or liutenant’s son...of course he’s fine jesus fucking christ Riverdale) until the trio of good show up to...talk to him and comfort him? and they realize he’s fine.

Betty making a white feminist speech about the town needing to do better because yes although her boyfriend’s dad is a Serpent he’s a good person and although her parents told her to shut her mouth she feels it’s the right thing to do. [She actually did not care about the Serpents before and her buds Veronica and Kevin heckled them during the last drive in movie screening.but whatevs] After the speech she has no solution or propsed ways the town can “do better” and there’s this awkward silence and everyone’s favorite punching bag has to clap it up so people blindy accept that lackluster speech. (I don’t expect a teenage girl to fix the towns problems but if you wanted to tackle the issue and get people talking shouldnt’t you also have some thoughts other than people not being mean to your boyfriend?)

Jughead not having shit and the gang seeing him enter the trailer with a girl and (maybe wanting to keep a pg 13 rating) stop him before their steamy make out session leads to something more give him a jacket to become a serpent and Betty is angry that he’s trying to survive and embracing the gang life that he’s essentially grown up around and will be surrounded by until he comes of age.

Archie’s dad’s forhead. my god. not social commentary but damn it bugged me.

Archie and his hottie teacher banging without impuity and her being allowed to quietly leave after obviously being a predator and dangerous person. (did they ever give her back her gun??? IS that what Alice uses when Hal breaks back in? Did Hal ever mention he stole the evidence to the sheriff even after it came to light FP was innocent?)

Archie wanting the pussy cat’s to use his song so he manipulates one of the band members (Valerie), dates her, uses their connections, ignores her, and when she dumps him and tells him why he isn’t shit he somehow doesn’t get it.

Valerie being acceptable to date because she has blue eyes and light skin but she’s rarely heard from when she’s no longer helping archie’s ‘music career’ but simply dating him.

Archie playing along with Cheryl’s crazy ass family “for his music” as an excuse to be selfish.

Archie trying to be a tortured soul when his dad point blank asked him why he’s lying if he wants music that’s cool it’s just unstable; someone else (Veronica I think?) kind of saying why are you being like this no one is making you choose between Football and music; someone bringing up he was only music when he was banging his hottie teacher; the football team heckles him once but they seen he’s Troy Bolton & they accepted him - everyone fucking accepted him but himself like christ and he spent the whole season searching for validation of his self worth in women and girls.

Just Archie I mean christ lmfao. You don’t like Betty, You make out with Veronica, you decide your really into your hottie music teacher and manipulate her into music lessons (although she manipulated the hell out of him as well), when your dad starts getting a boner for her you try to cut contact with her short, people find out, you decide the pussy cats are your answer, they explain they are black and because of the culture they have had to fight hard and they can’t have a white man just step in and run shit, archie the white man steps in and runs shit, archie breaks them up, Archie says he can’t perform alone and manipulates Valerie playing on her insecurities to leave the band, archie decides “he was wrong” and Veronica decides to help him, he ditches Veronica because he looked within himself and realized he wasn’t shit, he patronizes jughead and only resumes their rocky friendship because he wanted him to keep the secret about him banging their hottie teacher, he’s semi jealous that jughead is dating Betty, archie then really wants Veronica and wants to make sure Betty isn’t jealous. He keeps playing the hero...something which probably got his dad killed at the end - If there’s a s2 I haven’t seen it yet)

Veronica Lodge is hella famous by name and it’s a small town everyone knows who she is and she even points out that she expected more people to talk to her and acknowledge her divine presence but Kevin is like “lol you got overshadowed by another rich person’s death” /s but... Ethel Muggs truly has no fucking idea who she is? No incling? No rumors? Is she really that much of a rock-dweller?

The whole incest baby thing....the josef mengele joke...the fact that Jason and Cheryl were twins.....the eugenics joke when Cheryl’s face says them damn well know they practice eugenics and ethic breeding and need to keep up the “blossom apperance” (Her dad’s red wigs, using Archie as a stand-in for Jason...but I digress - just touch on the topic to sound edgy and draw controversy but leave it shallow eh?)

The whole “lol let’s ship our pregnant daughter away to a literal convent in 2017 because I was shipped to a convent in the late 80′s early 90′s- but why is she mad at me I love her I’d never do anything to hurt her like ambushing her and having her dragged away against her will as an underage expecting teenager lol”

Hyping big bad black football player up to fuck shit up at Archie’s party and in reality he kinda did...nothing? lmao (a la Jughead’s aminous V.O. about “no one expected what happened at that party” or some shit )

The whole “the sins of the father don’t or shouldn’t reflect on the daughter” but Veronica gets away scott free essentially and Cheryl literally loses everything because I mean fuck those Blossoms amirite lololol /S

Archie looked like Jason, got his number initially before retiring it (lol kind of insensitive to have his doppleganger become team captain for plot purposes later on ) and the Blossoms essentially used him because he mirrored Jason at the tapping ceremony.

The name Hermione Lodge lmfao she’s not old enough for the HP book reading mom boom.

Hermione Lodge and Hiram Lodge’s intials on that stupid fucking bag.

Veronica being rich and intelligent but her morals making her real fucking dumb. (I wanna go home but I also wanna coddle everyone my daddy hurt but I still wanna be rich lol but I’m implicating my mom and she’s literally begging and pleading me to stop and having crying fits but lol justice and my chanel bags hahaha and I’m gonna go clubbing and shopping even though my mom is working as a waitress and flirting with her old hs boyfriend to secure a job so we can continue to float and not drown and not be taken down by the families my dad hurt lololol omg archie is a hot prince harry hipster ginger amirite lololol the met gala lalala rich girl things new york lol)

The whole plot demand that Veronica win the impromptu HBIC dance off when big red Cheryl actually killed that shit and Veronica danced like a fucking robot.

ARCHIE HURT HIS HAND PLAYING FOOTBALL AND CRACKING THICK ICE WITH HIS BARE BLOODY KNUCKLES HOW DOES THE GINGER WONDER STILL HAVE USE OF THAT HAND ? The body heals but it’s never the same after repeated exposed trama’s to the same area in a short period of time.

.....I’ve ranted enough about this and I didn’t even mean to.

The last two episodes seemed to have been steamrolled for the sake up tying up loose ends to create a cliffhanger for another season.

Again, good for what it was....but... I truly enjoyed that the real villian was capitalism. Good job millenials.

(not sarcasm. Capitlaism destroyed Jughead’s future a la his father FP and Fred Andrews - The Coopers and the Blossoms - Josie McCoy’s mom - “Criminal” capitalism Hiram Lodge ruining his associates lives, the small town not working for everyone - Archie’s mom moving (after seperation), Jughead’s mom moving, Veronica’s mom moving back because she can survive in their economy on the nest money Hiram left....) etc etc

These small cosy “uppercrust white” town just isn’t safe anymore.

I mean have you seen that new negro mayor? That wealthy latina woman and her daughter?That negro coach and his star player son?

Remember - without Capitalism there is no social inequality, systematic racism, white supremacy, classism, etc etc

(also my personal issues with one of the actors colored this a bit biased....but on how things went it was cool.)

Also our culture has a real hardon for the 1950s eh? I know it’s based on the Archie Comics but Stranger Things, 13 Reasons Why...other media where we’re going for the small town america aesthetic and “traditional values” and sprinkling in some social issues and people of color for kicks.

On to season 2 I guess lol.

Don’t put too much stock into my raw thoughts, I just think shows (especially in our current political climate and reality) should commit to what they really want.

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