#all bcuz you just weren’t into me anymore

[weirdo09]

that moment when you realize no one’s gonna love you

[faithst]

WHEN THEIR S/O WEAR ANOTHER MEMBER’S CLOTHES

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff, comedy, some jealousy

notes hiii thank u for liking my works 💕 i hope you enjoy this one !! just an update because i’m busy the next few weeks ❤️

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— zhang hao

guess who’s sweater you’re wearing ?

thats right, hanbin’s sweater !

when hao sees you in the piece of clothing, he thinks nothing of it

cuz he wears it alot too

and he didn’t notice it wasn’t his sweater

like ‘hey, that’s a cool sweater!’

but then he realises that you’re wearing hanbin’s clothes

‘wait a minute… i’ve seen that before..’

has a moment of confusion; whether to be jealous of hanbin or jealous of you 😦

in the end he just doesn’t care that much

makes you both take turns wearing said sweater

“it’s my turn to wear that!”

— sung hanbin

maybe a bit annoyed but he doesn’t show it

he sees you w matthew’s hoodie on and stops in his tracks

‘huh, that’s not mine..’ ‘why does it look familiar though?’

and then he realises

immediately rushes to you and offers another hoodie, his hoodie 🤝

“why though? this hoodie is comfortable.” “it’s not mine, love.”

your mouth forms an o

you immediately take it off and wear his

hanbin is happy now 👍

he might be just a teeny more strict on matthew after the incident tho

“you look better in my hoodie.”

— seok matthew

he’s a bit annoyed

not at you tho <3

“hey babe!” he beams, stopping in his tracks upon seeing you

“why are you wearing gunwook’s shirt?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“i just picked the one that was nearest to me.” you explained

matthew sighed in response “this kid..”

“gunwook, stop placing your clothes everywhere!” he scolds, filling the house with his voice 😤

he then goes to get his own shirt and comes back handing it to you

“wear this, my shirts are better.”

— shen ricky

immediately notices

cuz he takes note of everything you take from him and everything he buys for you 💰

“that’s a comfortable hoodie.” he comments

your quirk an eyebrow before speaking up “yeah, it’s yours.”

ricky pouts, slightly shaking his head

“wait, this isn’t yours? why was it in your closet then?” you ask, pulling over the hoodie over your head

“i forgot to return this to jiwoong.” he responded with a sheepish smile

“it was comfortable though..”

ricky immediately brings out his phone to buy you the same exact hoodie

“which colour do you want?”

— park gunwook

jealous 💯

you were out with gunwook and gyuvin

and it was really chilly outside

as any cliché moment goes, gunwook wanted to wrap his jacket around you

but the thing was, he didn’t have a jacket at the moment

so gyuvin offered his as you weren’t wearing as many layers

gunwook knew it was the only thing they could do at the moment but he couldn’t help but feel bummed

tries to hide his obvious pout

“oh, are you still cold? here, take my sweater.”

literally takes off his sweater and suffers in the cold just so he didn’t have to see gyuvin’s jacket around you anymore

“it’s not cold at all!” he manages to mutter out with trembling lips

— kim taerae

i don’t think he minds

actually, i don’t think he knows

like, he sees you in a new jacket and is like “that’s a nice jacket!”

proceeds to ask where you got it from bcuz he wants one too

“what do you mean this is mine? i don’t own anything like this..”

and then gunwook comes in, asking if both of you had seen his jacket 😦

and then he sees you wearing HIS jacket “that’s oddly similar to my missing jacket..”

taerae looks to you and then back to gunwook, confused

finally puts the pieces together “wait, are you wearing wook’s jacket?”

after explaining why you were wearing it in the first place

taerae offers you his jacket

“do you wanna match jackets?”

— kim gyuvin

he’s acting like it doesn’t bother him but it actually does

you search around his wardrobe to find smth comfortable to wear

and also to surprise him cuz he absolutely LOVES it when you wear his clothes 🤭

little did you know that he had taerae’s hoodie in there too

gyuvin comes in and catches you red-handed

“oh my god, hey! i wasn’t stealing your clothes!”

he just silently stares at you “why are you wearing taerae’s hoodie..?”

you grab a part of the hoodie with a confused look “taerae..? i thought it was yours.. it’s comfy though.”

gyuvin’s eyes widen “wait, i have better hoodies.”

frantically starts throwing out all his hoodies from his closet onto the bed

forces you to change into his hoodie while repeating that he isn’t jealous

“the hoodie is bright yellow.. why would you ever think that it’s mine..”

— kim jiwoong

honestly, i don’t think he minds at all

aslong as you’re comfy ykyk 👍

so that’s how you have ricky’s sweater over you while being in jiwoong’s arms

ricky came to receive his sweater back as jiwoong supposedly wanted to ‘borrow’ it

and then ricky finds you wearing it and is genuinely concerned like ‘jiwoong allowed this?’

jiwoong immediately starts rambling how you looked very nice in the sweater

used his oldest card 😭

and convinced ricky into just giving it to you

“ricky, you can just buy another!”

— han yujin

for some reason he has so many clothes

and all those clothes are not his but the other member’s

so even if you did wear another member’s clothing, he simply wouldn’t care cause technically it’s HIS clothing now

hao barges into yujin’s room where you both were playing games 💥

“yujin, have you done your homework yet?” he asks, looking at the shirt you were wearing

hao knits his eyebrows together “isn’t that my shirt?”

although yujin tried to lie about ever stealing it, hao already knew his record of taking the member’s clothes

“i was looking for this everywhere! since when did you take this?” he crossed his arms, about to scold yujin again

“like.. 5 months ago..?”

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[bleue-flora]

Before becoming a ctommy apologist [I'm one of the good ones] I used to depise him specifically because he burned down ctubbos house bcuz I used to be the biggest ctubbo apologist and loved firefly duo. Then when cdream called ctubbo a dumb president 😭 bro did not have to do him like that I didn't enjoy that duo anymore as much although I still find a protege au with ctubbo as enjoyable as one with ctommy or even cpurpled

[are there any good ones? - XD lol just kidding.] I understand feeling less passionate about ctubbo and cdream after that, though I do believe (not 100% sure though) cdream also says later that ctubbo was the best president L’manberg ever had, and in Daedalus he says that ctubbo is one of the only people who hasn’t really done anything wrong. In cdream’s mind I suspect his biggest wrong was siding with ctommy and later letting cquackity push him into targeting ctechno and cdream. I mean that particularly was pretty dumb to be fair.

Honestly, as I rewatch lore I’ve grown rather fond of ctubbo. He seems to really care about people and not want to be involved in conflict but allowing himself to be pushed into it because he can’t say no and he’s above all else loyal to his friends. Though I think many of the dsmp members (csapnap, cdream, cpunz…) felt betrayed with him siding with L’manberg since - weren’t they his friend too?… huh it’s no wonder he and cranboo ended up together. He is definitely a character I would have loved to see in a season two. Because the basic change of who he sticks by could change everything for him…

Anyways, I didn’t mean to get distracted there oops, what I’m really curious of is how you went from hating ctommy to being a ctommy apologist? What changed? Like I honestly don’t get it, he just seems like such an asshole to me. [also I’m not super surprised you are one of the good ones since you knew about ctommy burning down ctubbo’s house, because I suspect that that piece of lore (along with ctommy repeatedly killing cdream when he had nothing) plays a big part in separating the ‘good’ ctommy apologists from the more unreasonable ones.]

[thefuseoftemptation]

when Eddie was little, it took some time for him to come out of his ‘shell’ when Wayne took him in. He was just a child, unsure of everything and everybody.

He spent his time inside most weeks but other times- every so often- when he did begin to come out around Wayne, you’d see him outside— bowl over his head as a makeshift helmet, strutting around w/ the top to the trashcan and a stick that was almost as tall as his little self. He’d be running around just being a kid, the only time he got to since before, when Wayne wasn’t there yet and his father was around—he just never had the chance w everything he went through.

His father never really let him, always teaching him other things that weren’t necessarily something a parent should telling/showing you. And then he’d be telling Eddie that stuff like that, whatever Eddie brought to life with his mind, was going to get him nowhere,,,,pushing every little thing down till it wasn’t there anymore.

But his father wasn’t here, he couldn’t get to the boy no more, so slowly, Eddie let himself be. He let himself do all the things he never got to do. Be all the things he never got to be bcuz his father never let him.

He’d charge up to Wayne, nudging him by the legs with his little body as went by and then turned and butted him w/ the end of the stick. And his Uncle would look at him, brow raised as his nephew stared back w a look. Eddie for just a second thought that Wayne would tell him something, sort of like his father would. He knew Wayne wasn’t like him, at all, but after years of being in that type of setting—growing up being told this or that— it had its effects. Something that never quite leaves you even if it isn’t like that no more.

But no, his Uncle stared at him before his eyes went to the side trying to look for something. And it wasn’t until he took a few steps over, leaned down, that he picked up a stick. Much like Eddie’s but not as tall.

They be out there for a few, eventually finding themselves inside, w/ Wayne on the floor and Eddie standing over him, still holding the stick. His little chest moving as he tried to catch a breath from all the running he did. One of Wayne’s eye would peek open to see, and he’d have his hand clutched in each other on his side, as if he’d been cut.

“You’ve got me, boy—” He’d say not even getting to finish his line before Eddie threw himself on the guy without a word, in a sudden manner that caught Wayne off guard. It was a little awkward, only bcuz Wayne was still on the floor and Eddie was turned at an unusual angle, latched onto his Uncle. But nonetheless it never went unwelcomed. Honestly, after what they’ve been through, they both could’ve used it.

Eddie was still trying learn how to go about his feelings, sure he knew what they were but never knew how to process them. And when you’ve got all them toppling over the other, it becomes too much. Sometimes he’d get uncertain on which one would express which.

So, he went with what he thought would show what he was currently feeling. Latching himself onto the one person, the only person who he felt comfortable with.

And just as sudden as it happened, it left when Eddie pulled away. He seated himself on the floor next to where his Uncle was now, sitting up, and leaned into him.

The hug was sort of a way of telling few things at once. But bcuz he couldn’t get it out yet, whether he wasn’t ready or was unsure how to even get them off his tongue, he went with the nonverbal show of it.

[howtowearblackinthesummer]

See THIS is why I needed my tumblr back.

I know a therapist is what I really need but this app is free 😭

I have been doing REALLY BAD for an extended period of time now. I have a panic attack almost every morning that comes with nausea. I’ll smoke to stop the nausea but it doesn’t help the lack of motivation to leave my bed. When I finally do get dressed to go to work I’m already 2 shots in before I get there and I drink sporadically throughout the day. I’m fucking a married man that I work with, planning on fucking a different guy that I work with out of sheer curiosity, and bcuz of a few bitter women I am now the resident slut in my workplace. My clients and admin love me so my job isn’t in jeopardy but I’m not well liked amongst colleagues. My days are so energetically taxing that by the time I get home I’m EXHAUSTED. I don’t wanna talk, tidy up, I don’t even have the energy to roll the blunt that I believe would make me feel better (or at least numb). I either cry most of the way home or just ride here in silence. I have no motivation or energy to even draw or play video games. I feel physically attractive but I don’t think I like who I am anymore. I’m just always fuckin tired or sad.

I thought I was doing well to build my credit and become a homeowner, but now even my dad has given up and suggests I move out of my house and into an apartment instead. I hate being a disappointment and lately that’s all I see when I look in the mirror. I never finished college. I didn’t even go to school for art or teaching so I constantly feel like an imposter, and even though I’ve been given a raise and a promotion I don’t think I’m actually taken seriously.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I hurt so bad internally that I impulsively got tattoos that didn’t even hurt. Last time I got like this I cut myself to see if I could even still feel things bcuz I felt so numb and apathetic.

THEN I don’t have anyone I can talk to about all this. My friends have their own lives. And honestly I think they’re my friends, but I don’t think I’m theirs fr. Not from their perspectives.

I just feel so rejected and unwanted. Like if it weren’t for the kids at my job (and of course my mom) I don’t think I’d actually be missed ? Like it’d be a passing memory of “oh I wonder what happened to Taylor” with no further follow up.

I also feel unworthy of even being able to vent about my sadness. I didn’t grow up in an impoverished or abusive home. I haven’t experienced the death of someone close to me. I have chosen to end the lives of beings growing inside me and I carry that guilt TREMENDOUSLY.

Like I really and truly don’t want to be here, but who am I to take away the life that my mother prayed for. A life she kept and wept for. She wouldn’t understand why I couldn’t just hold on until she left first. Parents aren’t supposed to bury their children. But FUCK

I want my mania back 😭😭 where is that delusional hyperactive bitch when you need her.

Thank you tumblr for being a void I can scream into that sometimes echoes louder than the void inside of me. Maybe one day I’ll feel full again.

[spiteless-xo]

I get exactly what you mean. I don’t write a lot of fanfics anymore but when I did, not to say that seeing readers be miserable made me happy but more like their reaction to the misery happening in the text is interesting to see. You saying misery is fun isn’t really a contradiction because did it ever even imply you were the one being miserable? It’s the characters being miserable I think. And even if that weren’t the case, you’re allowed to write your story the way you want considering it’s your story and it goes how you intended it to be. I’d rather read something that crushes me that you wanted/intended to write than something happy but it want what you wrote the fic for. Idk you don’t have to respond to this but I’m really happy you write fics and don’t change according to what readers expect/demand of you and want you to know that!! And it’s a luxury in itself to read content you write in your free time that is literally written so anyone can read it for FREE! I’m not trying to bash or fight that other anon at all but it just rubbed me the wrong way a little bcuz I’m already soo appreciative of what u do 😢! Love ur fics xx

yes! like i don't enjoy seeing people be miserable generally, but when i know they're miserable because of something i wrote and that it's a feeling that i caused based on this thing i created..... i think that's really cool.

the coolest part of writing is being able to invoke emotion in others. whether that's excitement, arousal, misery, whatever. i think that's so so cool that literally just little words on a page can affect people that way.

and absolutely, don't worry 🥰 like i've said before, the story is already written and completed so there's no changing it at this point. i appreciate all the kind words and i also appreciate the criticism because i think it would be unreasonable for me to act like everything i've written is perfect when i've only been writing for such a short amount of time, so hearing that feedback also helps me improve for the future.

[shrekshugebadussy]

i would like to take a moment to talk about my dream last night that i remember fairly vividly and how it was absolutely transphobic 💀

the dream itself was wild but oh my god it took a turn before i woke up

it started in a room that had a couch and my mom was sitting on the end and this random stranger dude was sitting on the arm on the opposite side of the couch from my mom. he was wearing a black suit but i cannot remember his face. my grandma was also there but it was like we were waiting for her to get to the room. my great grandma (who has been dead since 2015, mind you) i think was sitting in the middle of the couch. i was in the middle of the room, standing, looking towards the couch, and there was a door behind me but more off to my right side.

anyways it was like i knew that we were for my great grandma’s check-up or something. more so something about her time of passing coming. idk it was just something about her passing. but again, anyways, no one’s said a thing yet, if i remember correctly. but my great grandma randomly and suddenly just gets up and leaves the room. no one but me follows her. i follow her out the door into a small hallway (i’m remembering orange-ish/yellow-ish walls/lighting and some kind of green accents from the original room) where another door is on my immediate right. i knew she went in here so i open the door and enter into like a small closet.

in the closet there’s another door on my right again, but it’s only supposed to be another really small space behind it, but instead it was like the room behind the door changed at special times, like it was another dimension or something. i feel like here was where i was being told by an unseen person that i shouldn’t follow, but i opened the door anyways bcuz i wanted my great grandma. inside was staircases made from trees & branches leading upwards.

i don’t really remember much after that until i was already inside this world. idk there were these creatures that lived there in this “dimension”. they looked human but i knew they weren’t. i just felt like they were magical beings.

they were very nice to me, and were leading me to my great grandma. i briefly saw her again but she, like, “left the dream” a little while later. idr what was being said by these creatures, but the environment never felt like it was outside, but it was still nature-like. kinda dark, too, but not night-like ig

anyways here’s where it went south 💀 for some reason i must’ve mentioned my name somewhere in the dream bcuz at one point, idk how, but my legal name came up… and the girl that was by my side helping me turned to me and her expression dropped when i explained that […] was my legal name and that i was, in fact, trans.

she immediately became upset and i was found unwelcome now. as i tried to find my way out of this “room” the feeling was no longer welcoming and all the creatures were now changed into humanoids that looked like they were wearing masks or something so i couldn’t see their faces and what not. it was like they didn’t wanna show their true selves anymore.

idk how but i eventually made it back to the closet. i left the door behind and i think about this point i woke up. i don’t remember going back to the room i started in, but that was crazy af 😭 dealing with transphobia even in my own dreams 😩

[snzunii]

I know this is literally him killing ppl but I couldn’t help but start getting thirsty for him

Cockwarming w sanzu? Maybe during a bonten meeting, sat on his lap with his cock deep inside you. Trying to grind and wriggle your hips back onto his cock for just that little bit more friction. A whine slips out a little too loud, internally begging for haru to do something, anything. Or maybe him fucking you, telling you to keep it down or you’re gonna get caught getting fucked like a slut.

Did I get carried away? Maybe. This has been on my mind for so long pls this panel made me horny I’m sorry and I can’t stop thinking about it now😩😩 pls tho him shh-ing you? SJKSJKAJK 😩😩🖐🏻🖐🏻

+ tags. cockwarming, bimbo!reader, exhibitionism, dumbification, degredation, humiliation, corruption kink, implied dom/sub dynamics, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY!

+ note. well hi there thanks for sending this thirst bestie bcuz i def enjoyed writing this ugh >< pls excuse my writing i haven't written smut in a long time i think...?

it wasn’t a rare occurrence for the bonten executives to see you—the infamous girl who was always on the lap of bonten’s number two during their meetings. they weren’t dumb, of course. they’re aware of what’s happening whenever you sit on sanzu’s lap every single time.

and it amazes them how gullible you are—you must be one crazy bitch for him, accepting everything sanzu says. you were too trusting, believing that none of them knew that he’s deep inside you, cock warmed in your tight pussy—walls clasping his dick, slick juices coating his thick veiny cock—just because sanzu says so.

he’ll always tell you to behave because they will know. and he knows how embarrassing that is for you. but the thing is, they do know—they aren't dumb like you, and it satisfies sanzu how dumb you are for him, his little play thing. but one thing that disappoints him is when you wouldn’t submit to his commands. you were always eager—that’s one of the things that he loves and hates about you at the same time.

but you couldn’t take it anymore. you’re so close, just a little bit more and you’ll reach it. but knowing sanzu haruchiyo, he won’t let that happen when he specifically ordered you to stay put. so why were you squirming like a desperate bitch in heat on his cock? aren’t you bothered that the other men will know how dirty you are?

sanzu’s large hands grips your hips, and that contact was enough for you to slip a not-so-subtle moan—begging him with your needy eyes to do more than that. you need more and he can give it you—tears were brimming as you plead him with that look on your eyes. on the other hand, sanzu was disappointed because how dare you disobey him?

not long, you feel his warm breath on your skin. his deep voice insinuates on your ear and reverberates all over your body—making your legs frail. “ssh. fucking slut couldn’t wait, hm? want them to know how dirty you are, huh? desperate little whore couldn’t wait to be fucked stupid with my cock, no? well, guess what? worry your pretty little head because they do know. now, are you gonna shut up?”

[nrghfufu-brr]

after baking lessons and first times

I had this concept for a long time, like very long. Thought of rewriting it because honeii it's actually good but was executed poorly, by me. Tho this was originally a crush x reader, imma turn it to levi x reader so hehehe

 (i don’t have irl crushes anymore) 

pairing: levi ackerman x fem! reader (college au bcuz we love those) 

tag/warning(s): virginity loss, first times, lots of reassurance (AND KISSES) and shetttt, probably ooc levi, pet name, fluff, confessions (i did say this originally was a crush x reader and it played a huge part and build up to the smut so heh) might be still poorly written because im supposed to be doing school works but heh. Honestly, the reader is kinda living the privileged life so ummm, yea. 

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

word count: 4.1k

a bathtub and a lover (pt.2)

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Sugar, spice, and everything nice. 

That thought ran through your head as you laid all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. Making sure you haven’t left out anything for the baking lessons that you were holding this afternoon, enough for the big friend group that you had made during college, especially during your first year. 

Most of them were always urging (mostly Jean and Sasha) that whenever you had free time, that you'd teach them to bake the treats you would always bring on occasions, especially your renowned butter cookies. In your bustling and busy schedule, you were able to fit it to most of your friends' availability. 

By the time the clock struck two-thirty, most of your friends were here and were ready to put their aprons on and get the kitchen smell like vanilla extract. Though you were waiting for one person. 

“Is shorty joining?” Hange asked as they tied the ribbons of their apron. You looked at the digital clock on the wall just to give a small pout on your face. “He only messaged he might try stopping by…but we can start now.”

You were hopeful to see him, but it seems like it won’t be happening soon. 

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The lessons were chaotically fun. Mess was inevitable especially when dealing with two bickering guys who almost called an outrage, Sasha attempting to eat almost anything that was on the table, and Hange being Hange, would always end up in a mess no matter what but that didn’t mean they weren’t successful with their results! Most of your friends got a pat down on how you make your butter cookies, only a few were able to take a hold of how you make your egg custards. 

The hours went fast when you guys were mixing and stirring the ingredients of the sweets, the evidence of how the hours were spent were all over the kitchen counter and the air. 

A ruckus that occurred earlier by Sasha and Connie, left your kitchen floor to have stains of good batter for extra butter cookies, were gone to waste. The two best friends were very sorry, but you weren’t one to stay mad over something you can clean up easily. 

All of them offered to help with the clean up, but you just told them you guys won’t be able to clean when there were at least five people who will somehow make a mess in the process. “We’re so sorry, F/N!” Sasha cried out. 

“It’s fine, plus I have something else to bake and I prefer cleaning in one go.” Washing your hands from some of the flour that you got on yourself from the counter, “And I’m sure all of you have somewhere else to be, so I don’t want to delay you guys.” 

Handing you the small towel in the kitchen, “Are you sure?” Mikasa asked as you gave her a thankful nod. “Yes, I insist. Don’t want you guys to be caught in traffic and going home late.” 

“Always the mom, I wonder where the dad is right now?” Hange teased. You scowled at her. Though it was known in the group that you liked him. “See! You even scowl like him!” 

“Quit it and get going, Hange. It’s five-thirty already and your shift starts at six.” 

“What?! Already?!”

Everyone by that point said their goodbyes and thank you’s to you. As the door shut, you were left to your own devices for the evening. “I’ll just order take out.” 

Multi-tasking between eating your fast food (literally fast, since it arrived in less than ten minutes, but that’s the perks of having a housing compound on an industrial road) and stirring the red velvet batter that you were now placing carefully on the cupcake liners, you heard a knock coming from your door. Worried that they’ll probably see the mess, especially some of the stains the batter left on the floor, you put a cleaning towel on top of it. 

With the thought it was probably one of your neighbors, you opened it to see Levi right in front of you in all his stoicness. Composed and pristine contrasting to the mess you were with flour all over your arms. You were surprised and embarrassed of course at this moment. 

“You look messy, tch.” 

“Haha, didn’t expect less from you but you being tardy is rare. Three hours to be exact.” 

Huffing at your comment, “Had to deal with a project. A group project.” he replied. “I even told you I might try stopping by.” 

“No need to get defensive, Mr. Grumpy Pants, come on in.” 

You weren’t surprised that he immediately commented on the state of your kitchen. He was called the clean freak of the group for a reason. “If you’re messy, your kitchen is shitty.” 

“Big words coming from the guy who missed everyone else,” you bantered back, “and it was actually worse earlier.” you added with a laugh. 

“Well, it was by fate I wasn't here earlier.” he said as he sat down on the couch that was facing the kitchen. 

You just rolled your eyes as you finished up filling the liners with batter and putting it in the oven. 

This was the dynamic between you and Levi. Always bantering whenever you two were together. Everyone else would just observe whenever you two got into heated debates about whatever; like what fabric conditioner brand was best. You two would have been mistaken to be in the debate team of the school, but it’s just you two have different beliefs with fabric conditioner. 

It always stuck to him that he could get along with anything you would blabber, ever since he met you during your first year. Especially topics like cleaning products, he was glad another person was interested in that choice of conversation. 

Waiting for the cupcakes to bake, you gradually started cleaning a bit of the kitchen, but before that, you approached Levi with a plate of some of the treats you baked earlier with the others. “I know you don’t like sweets, but we just couldn’t leave you out, so…” 

“I became the official taste tester?” he finished your line of thought. 

“Probably?” 

“I’ll strangle you if one of the cookies, Hange concocted some weird shit in it.” Taking the plate from you as he stated. His fingertips slightly brushing against yours caused his breath to hitch. 

You frowned. “Why am I getting the end of it? Hange is the one responsible!”

He took the one that was already a deformed star. “You were the one in-charge earlier, so it's obvious.” he took a bite of the cookie, nodding in a satisfactory way. 

He kept on eating the treats along with a cup of tea that you prepared for him and kept guessing right on who made what. Luckily Hange didn’t have anything odd in it, saving you from Levi’s wrath. The timer for your cupcakes went off, waiting it out for a few minutes, you finally took it out of the oven to let it cool on the cooling rack. The aroma of the baked goods gave that sense of homeness to your place that Levi couldn’t help but feel contented to. 

What also added to this feeling was seeing you working in the kitchen, making the icing for the cupcakes. In his eyes, you were in your zone being cute and alluring even with the mess. No matter how much clatter was in your kitchen his eyes were only on you. 

That’s when he noticed a lot of stains were on the floor. Made his face scrunch up that he had to do something about it. 

Finishing up the dozen cupcakes you baked, your attention was on the man who went beside you to observe the state of your kitchen. “You’re one messy girl,”

“Sorry, neat freak. I was more focused on not burning the house down,” you quipped as you admired the work you did. Taking one and peeling a side of the lining then holding it in front of Levi to be met with those eyes that never failed to dazzle you. 

“Try one.” 

Only the whirring sound of your electric fan can be heard during this exchange. You felt your face heating up as you admired the features of the most gorgeous man you ever met. As he took a bite of the small treat that was in your hand, the way his mouth attached to the cake was enough for you to almost faint. How can someone look so flawless with such a simple action? The way he takes in the taste of the sweet took you in a trance. 

“It’s nice.” he spoke, breaking the hypnotized state you were in. You quickly darted your eyes somewhere other than his face. 

“Just nice?” you pouted. He just rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not a sweet-tooth person.” 

But just as he said that, he took the cupcake again and bit on it. That didn’t miss your sight causing you to give a small smile. “Sureee, suree.” 

“I don’t want to waste food, brat.” he grumbled. Not pushing it any further, you looked for tupperwares to fit the cupcakes you made. “You can now go back to your dorm. I can handle everything from here.” 

Levi already took a hold of the broom and dustpan. “I don’t trust your word, so I’m staying to clean up.” making you smile at his insistence. 

The cupcakes were now tucked inside the fridge and the cleaning of your kitchen finally commenced. You took care of the dishes while Levi…he almost took care of everything. From getting rid of the batter stain on the floor, wiping down the kitchen counter, and getting rid of the dust of flour from the floor that also covered a bit of your cabinets. You can admit that your kitchen felt brand new after the cleaning was done. 

Finishing up and putting the dishes in their respective places, your friend who was also your crush came up to you with a towel on his hand. “What is it?”

“Step closer to me.” 

You did as he told and got caught off-guard as he placed his left arm around you while his right softly wiped off the flour from your face with the towel. A few smudges of icing were on your neck, courtesy to Hange for declaring to be a menace in the kitchen, that it tempted Levi to use his tongue to clean it up. But he controlled himself. 

Instead, he turned on the kitchen faucet and got a part of the towel with water. Your heart was beating fast due to the small gap between you and him, that your senses couldn’t catch on when he turned off the water and felt the cool damp towel on your neck, which you now discovered it got you all hot and bothered. His warmth, his scent, his touch, it got your mind into a frenzy. This was the closest you have ever been with Levi. 

Placing the towel on the sink, he looked back at you with the same bored eyes yet something was different about it. “You’re going have to clean up by yourself next time, unruly brat,” 

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and a fast learner, grumpy.” you chuckled, getting a ‘tch’ from Levi due to the nickname. “So, how much do I need to pay you?” 

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “An unfathomable amount.” 

“Damnnn, then I should have cleaned up myself.” you whined. But you were willing of course, but with a discount. “We made cookies and I made tea, Levi.” 

“Still not convinced,” he replied. “But there is one way…” 

“Tell meee.”

He inched his face closer to yours. You felt your face heating up.

“Kiss me.” 

Were you hearing this right? Was the world moving in the right direction? 

WHAT? 

“Wha-” before you said anything, he pecked your lips. As he pulled away with your mouth slightly opened, you can see his face was dusted with a pink hue that you have never seen before. You were convinced that you were about to die from a heart attack. 

“I’ve admired you for the longest time…” the first words he spoke after that moment. “And it doesn’t even feel like a crush anymore…” 

You were absolutely out of breath. The thought of the one who you harbored feelings for reciprocating it back was something you never knew will happen. Taking all the courage within your body, you placed a hand on his shoulder and the other caressed his face.

 “I feel the same way as well.” 

He gave a smile, “Then I suppose you don’t mind this-'' as he held your face and kissed you once again. The space between you two was non-existent at this point and the temperature was rising, but that didn’t stop you two. He nipped gently on your lips, causing you to let out an airy sigh. 

His hands are already taking a hold of your hips. “Do you want to take this further?” 

The blush on your face was more prominent than ever, but everything happening and what was about to happen was something you’ve always dreamed of. “Mhm..I want you.” 

Things then escalated from there. Levi carried you to your room with outmost care and strength, laying you down on your bed admiring how beautiful you were with the light of your lamp illuminating you in an immaculate glow. In his eyes, you were a goddess. 

Immediately taking his shoes off as well as your socks, he knelt down on the floor beside your bed holding onto your knees. The sight of him between your legs was making your insides especially your pussy flutter. Your arousal was seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts and how it also turned Levi on. 

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he grazed his hands from your knees towards your thighs, making you shiver under his touch. You shook your head, holding back a moan as he drew circles on the plush of your thighs with his thumb. 

Continuing with his ministrations, “Have you experienced this before?” you croaked out a question. 

He also shaked his head in the same manner as you earlier. Letting out a relieved gasp as he finished, standing up from his place on the floor he crossed his arms over his stomach and took a hold of his shirt—exposing his firm and built torso to your eyes. Uncharacteristically, he dropped his shirt on the floor. No folding, no nothing. He wanted you so badly. 

You knew Levi worked out, heck you saw him once in your school gym lifting weights and that memory forever plagued your mind whenever you touch yourself. Seeing him shirtless in your dimmed light room added to the sensuality of things. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you saw him start taking off his pants, seeing how hard he was and it was because of you. 

Left in his boxers, you sat up from the lying state you were. As he climbed on the bed you took off your shirt. The dusty blue bandeau bra complemented the tone of your skin and Levi was just awestruck of how heavenly you looked. 

How much more if you were naked? 

“You’re beautiful,” Levi let out a sigh as he went closer to you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I know how to be genuine with them.” 

Smiling at him, you took a hold of his right hand, squeezing it gently. “I can never ask for more.” 

Kisses being exchanged, he pulled you closer to his lap. Shifting to a more comfortable position, your knees were on each side of his thighs. His hands found a way to support your back as your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. The exchange got heated as both of you got more explorative with your tongues. 

Heart beating and breaths heaving, Levi pulled away from your intoxicating mouth that he proceeded to move downwards. Nipping at your clavicles and sucking on the crook of your neck, he left a mark. “I hope you don’t mind,” he hummed with his hands already unclipping your bra, dropping it on the floor. 

You let a sigh out. “I don’t,” feeling his hands taking a hold of your breasts you gave out a muffled cry of pleasure. Teasing your nipples with both of his thumbs and forefingers, the stickiness of your arousal was spreading through your inner thighs. This was after all the time you can finally let your sexual frustrations out. 

Levi shared the same sentiment as well. 

The small noises you were making as he sucked on one of your nipples made him harder. The cloth of his boxers burning against his skin at the same time, he can feel the heat of your cunt. He was so close to just releasing everything but he wouldn’t, not when this was the first time for you and him. Mainly you being his first concern. 

As he sucked on your right breast while his left hand took care of the left, his right hand was now on your dripping pussy. Rubbing through your shorts, it got you whining from the sensation of it. “L-Levi..” 

“Don’t keep those noises to yourself, pretty,” he praised. “I love every sound you’re making right now.” 

You gasped as he placed more pressure, already feeling yourself getting more wet. It then came to mind you haven’t tried touching Levi, and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass. 

Just to tease him a bit, you ran your hand over his taut chest making Levi take a quick breath. Your mouth gently latched onto his neck, giving kitten licks, the ebony haired man was relishing the moment but when you finally cupped his cock, the lustful sound he made was now one of your achievements. 

“You don’t have to..” he whispered. “I want this night to be only your pleasure.” 

Pulling your mouth away from his neck. “And I want this night to be your pleasure as well-” pecking his lips-”let me make you feel good, Levi.” 

He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand start moving. You were gentle with your actions and did it make Levi let out a contented sigh as he ran his hand over your head. He’ll let you suck his cock next time that’s for sure. 

“How does it feel?” you softly asked. He did most of the work the past few minutes, so of course you wanted him to feel the same you feel. 

One particular stroke got his head leaning back. “It feels so good, kitten.” That nickname stopped you in your tracks, which Levi immediately noticed. 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I-” you placed a finger over his mouth. “I want you to call me that, whenever we…do this…” you said, blushing while you were at it. The way it rolled out of his tongue and the tone of it, kept on replaying on your head. You’re looking forward to the many times he will address you with that pet name. 

He smirked at you. “Whatever you say, goes.” 

A mischievous grin appeared on your face. “Since you said that..'' you once again wrapped your arms around him and looked at him directly.

 “I want you to fuck me, Levi.” 

You can see how his eyes dilated after you said that. Not letting a second to pass, he had you laying down on the mattress, taking off both your shorts and panties in haste along with his boxers. 

His dick was always what you thought it would be, but certainly better now that you’ve seen it. Now the important question was: how long will it take for you to adjust to it?

You were about to find out. 

“Let me get the condom,” he said, before he could get his pants you stopped him with just a shake of your head. “You don’t have to, actually…” you replied, fumbling with your hands. 

You continued, “I’m on the pill actually,” you shyly admitted, “my mom forced me ever since I got into college.” 

His eyes lit up. “Guess we should thank her next time then,” he smirked. The implications of what he said made your heart get rapid. 

Bare and vulnerable to each other’s sight, Levi took his place between your legs. Letting you put your legs around and tight on his waist, it just hit you that you’re finally doing this. 

Breathing a bit unsteady, it's like Levi knew what was going through your mind. “Tell me if it hurts and if you want to stop, okay?” 

Nodding to what he said, he slowly inched himself to your core. Every time he would inch himself deeper in you, he’d ask you if it’s fine, and it just made you fall harder for him. 

Levi was whipped at this point. The way your face would contort to lewd expressions as he would try putting more of his length in you, was egging on his self-control. But he didn’t want to hurt you, that was the more important thing to him. Already bottoming you down, both of you took the time to relish the feeling. 

“Mm, Levi..” 

“Yes?” he was quick to respond to you, causing you to smile. 

“You’re very sweet, did you know that?” emitting the reaction you expected, he muttered a small ‘brat’ paired with a blush. Grabbing his hand, entwining your fingers together. 

“You made me feel nothing but comfort throughout this whole time, Levi…” you said with full of adoration. “I wouldn’t have my first time any other way but only this.”

A soft smile was on Levi’s face once you said that, his hand tightens against yours but not in a harsh way. “I intend to put your comfort above mine, every time.”

Sharing a sweet kiss that both of you intend will happen more. “You can start moving.” you sighed. Finally with your consent, he experimentally moved his hips. It did feel a bit painful, but not the sharp kind of pain. Reassuring caresses and words were shared and did it warm your heart (and your pussy as well). 

The patterned movement of his hips against yours increasingly picked up on tempo and the amount of pretty and lustful sounds that left both of your mouths could cause complaints from your fellow neighbors in the compound tomorrow morning. You weren’t going to last long but you knew; you’d probably go for another round. 

“I’m-ah!” you squeaked. Levi was working up on your clit, your climax approaching faster. “L-Levi!” 

“Keep up with those noises, kitten,” he grunted. Pulling you closer by your thighs and gripping on them tight, enough to leave marks of his hand. “You feel just so right.” 

Just after he said that, your orgasm gushed out. Legs trembling and breaths rapid. Levi pulled out quickly and came all over your stomach, decorating it messily in white. 

Both of you heaved out long sighs, but satisfaction was evident. A cheeky grin was on your face. “Now, who’s the messy one?” 

“Pfft, shut up. Let’s get cleaned up.” 

Ever the gentleman he was, he carried you bridal style to where you directioned was the bathroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a lot more was about to happen. 

Not that you didn’t mind. 

✰✰✰ 

You can tell which part was rushed because it was making me clench hard jkfbkjer im planning to make this like a series, due to the several concepts i had for that crush x reader had all the sexy times and developments being connected. 

stay tuned ig? XDD

that is all peeps, i hope i get to be more motivated to write for the next weee. 

[cooloddball]

Someone submitted something in my inbox and they wanted to remain anonymous. Since this is an extremely long essay, I will put it under the cut. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

xxx submitted: hey, i was the one who ask what do you think of Misha and Jensen's current relationship First off all thank you for your answear it means much to me cause im easy to be convice and this person who keep telling me that they are no longer friends can be so convicing, so I'm actully trying to forget what she said 😅 so I'm just writing a few. she said that since they no longer work together, they will forget about each other, and do their common things like the gay jokes, face touches ect. With other people, and neglect each other, don't talk to each other, and then meet new people who will replace the other. And and she talked about the gish thing, she said she sure they didn't talk since the end of the series, because Jensen didn't know where Misha was and Misha didn't know about the Radio Company vol 2 (but i saw people say that, they were just pretending, because Misha liked something about Radio Company Vol 2, before the gish live, so in theory he already knew then or something like that) and She said Misha wrote a poem about Darius not Jensen and now I will write down what she sent me : I saw a post about Jensen's current activities on social media, and I've come to the conclusion the only person he doesn't interact with is mish. Sadly this makes my break up theory even stronger. I feel like this is a goodbye to one of the biggest parts of my life. They've moved on from "uk what I haven't told you today? That i love u"+ from "miss my only jensen" from "i love u misha i mean it from the bottom of my heart" from "jensen has no flaws" from "misha is the funniest thing ever happened to me" from all that love and affection from everything they developed together and now they're apart leaving their lives like nothing happened and call me a dramatic but they both have the same energy now as someone has after a big break up. and Jensen comments on almost every of his friend’s post except Misha’s"+ Jenmish is genuinely the best thing that has ever happened in my entire life. I owe them literally everything. They're the reason i hold on. Unfortunately on this essay i have to start using past tense verbs for them, and i have to continue on that. I don't know for how long y'all been in spn fandom. But even if u joined one year before the show ended you'd know how close and intimate jensen and misha were. Everything about them was unmatched.+ The chemistry and how they just fit eachother. They had always been all over eachother. Like they were holding on eachother for dear life. They completed eachother and were like world's most powerful thing. They were the definition of soulmatism. No matter where, they ALWAYS kept interacting with eachother. Each possible tweet or insta post. On cons that the other wasn't there, the other one would bring up the othere's name for no absolute reason. +The looks and repeated love confessions. How invested they were both into eachother. The family they had built together cuz we know how close dee and mish are (look all the charity work they've been doing together recently). There are youtube videos to proof everything I've said so far.When i say break up, my real intention is that they've grown apart. Everything started in the the third or forth month of pandemic. Before than jensen used to interact +(comment mostly) on almost all of misha's posts. But after a while everything just stopped. At first personally didn't care that much. Bcuz I believed too much in them that I thought not even the gods above could separate them. I told myself maybe they spend long hours chatting or video calling and that's why online public interactions are gone. But as it passed it almost diminished to zero. Except some likes from jackles and eventual ones from misha there weren't anything else.+ We got absolutely no content and the show went off too. We were helpless and were sticking to everything we had Dee had a big social media shot down, so as jensen. Misha was busy with the election. We got some interviews for it with all of them. But we didn't get much.except remember both of them pulling a bff

move. and texted eachother during an online con where everyone else were dead-serious about politics? That flickered something in me. That showed me that+ they can't ever possibly let eachother go. And the times everyone else were talking and these too would just talk random things together (the one jackels had a white hat on with stacy abraham).And then Misha posted that for jensen's bday We really overlooked it. That shit was too intimate. To close. Fav march baby? U just don't go around and called ur bestie baby and when u mean it deeply. Especially not when ur friend is jensen ackles the "I suffered form internalized homophobia my whole life+ but fuck my wife's an angel and i have an angel bf too and another angel which is his wife but I'd rather die than come out cuz my asshole dad pulled a John winchester on me". It doesn't work like that. But uk how mish is. Carefree and open. I believe they got into a fight bcuz of this. He didn't even like the post. AND that was when the tiny bit of interactions we had was gone too. For a while jensen didn't even liked his posts. After a month it started again.What made me finally believe in that they had grown too+ far: I still remember the night misha posted that he and jensen were going to have a con for gish together. I remember how hard I cried. Lile the whole world was given to me. But deep down in my heart I knew that something would definitely happen. It didn't sit right with me and unfortunately my senses never lie to me. Jensen showed up at the wrong time bcuz of misunderstanding the time zones (this was HILARIOUS). That's not even my point.+ I've seen that interview 3 times so far. It always reminds me of when i saw my ex at a party and we were both so thrilled to see eachother and we still loved the other dearly, but we just couldn't work it out. Jensen and Misha's expressions were EXACTLY the same. The genuine smiles and longs pauses were they just stared at eachother. I'm so happy that it was online cuz if they actually gave that looks to eachother standing right next to the other one I would've collapsed. Misha didn't know that jensen's album+ was out. And he got so embarrassed when he found it out. He didn't know that jensen was on set and hadn't been home for 8weeks. Jensen had no idea where misha was. And this means that they hadn't talked in a long long time.When you're that close with someone for more than a decade, i mean THAT close, even if u're separated from eachother you'd at least check on the once a week, or at least once in two weeks. But it was vividly clear that they hadn't. I hate how this world works. They would always be in my heart.+ I would be thankful from them for everything. It hurts, and it won't stop and im so sure I'd be carrying this pain for a long time. They mean too much to a lot of us. Sometimes I think to myself that god i love them so much. Remember in 2019 when we used to get SO many jenmishdee interactions? That was LIT. It was THEE year for us. I hope they're doing good. I really do. I hope we don't get more proofs and I won't have to update this thread. Cuz my heart won't be taking it very+ well.Something i gotta add U may say that Jensen's busy and that's why he doesn't comment. But he comments on a lot of jared and his new costar's posts. So that's no excuse. So yeah that's it. I don't know what am I supposed to think. english isn't my native language, so sorry for the mistakes

Here is my response:

I don't know who this person who has been talking to is but I have to say they seem to be project their previous relationship experience on cockles.

I believe Jensen and Misha are okay and are together. Social media likes and comments don't mean anything. I mean it's not like Jensen or Misha used to comment on each other's posts before. Jensen didn't even wish Dee Happy Mother's Day this year, does that mean they are not together anymore? Nope. He has other best friends he has known for over 20 years like Jason Manns, Steve Carlson etc that he doesn't wish happy birthday, does that mean they are not friends anymore.

Please let's not put value on social media likes. I don't even follow my own family on sm and I don't always like or comment on my bf's or bff's posts on sm. So it doesn't mean anything.

As for the Gish Panel, I have talked about it before, the time Jensen was slotted to attend the panel, he was meant to answer fan questions. I honestly believe they decided to not do it at that time because they knew the questions would be about Destiel and not their new projects. If you watched that panel, Misha knew that Jensen's album was out as I pointed out. He was just trying to promote the album and soldier boy. He knew Jensen had also buffed out. It was all to promote Jensen. Anything else you hear is trolls and antis just being loud. Also don't forget Jensen called him "babe".

If Jensen and Misha weren't okay, he wouldn't have attended or participated all those panels Misha organized especially for Gish. Danneel also posts a lot about RA and likes Misha's posts. I am 100% Misha visited the Ackles when he went to Colorado last month.

Stop listening to trolls and/or antis or just people who are projecting and look at facts.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale//i didn’t realize how important you’d end up being

Request: Riverdale imagine the reader is from the Northside and is a Cooper and she changes her name when she's on the southside and she feels guilty for it but she didn't want her last name to be a problem for anyone bcuz of Alice and the Northside and either Sweet Pea finds out or Jughead is there and busts her and SP looses his temper and the reader feels bad and gives him a good explanation and Jughead too.

hey! i hope you like this!! it’s a little bit angsty at times and there’s a hint of a romance between the reader and sweet pea, but it has a happy ending and that’s really all that matters isn’t it? 

The moment you step foot over the threshold of The Wyrm, you can feel your heartbeat thumping in time with the loud music. Neon lights cast shadows over your skin and your face blends in with the crowd. It must be happy night tonight, because every time Betty has been, it’s been practically empty with only the regulars occupying the seats. 

Teenagers squash together in booths while older serpents sit at the bar and watch them carefully, just waiting for one of them to breathe the wrong way so they have an excuse to start a fight. 

Normally you wouldn’t be seen dead in a place like this. In fact, you would be better off dead if you’re mom caught you. You’ve seen the effect that her coldness has taken on Betty and even though she tries to remain nonchalant to practical abandonment, you know Betty’s just as upset as Alice is. They’re just too stubborn to talk to each other. 

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and with Betty locked in her room like Rapunzel, you’ve been sent on a suicide mission to find Jughead and tell him that she is currently unreachable. And if Jughead steps within 30 feet of the Cooper residence, Alice will kill on sight. 

A boy stumbles past you, his beer tipping over the edge of the glass as he tries to stay standing and you watch him drunkenly shouts across the room at a friend. A glass smashes from behind the bar and the people sat around groan collectively while watching a pink haired girl clean it up. 

You can see a lot of serpents, but none of them are the one that you want, making you huff loudly before spinning on your heel. You’re about to walk out and just ring him in hopes that he’ll actually answer his phone, but instead you walk straight into the chest of a very tall boy and now suddenly you feel the eyes of half the bar on you. 

“Sorry.” You dip your head down and try to move past him, but his hand grabs your arm, stopping you from going any further. “What the fu-” 

“Who are you?” He cuts you off, clearly unaffected by your tone or the way you pull your arm from his grip. You’re the one that has to stop yourself rubbing the sore bit of skin while he just stares at you, a scowl growing on his lips as the seconds pass. 

“Y/n...Pool...table? I mean, Y/n Pool. I’m Y/n Pool. I’ve said my name too many times haven’t I?” You ramble. Guilt worms its way into your heart, forcing you to think about the repercussions of changing your name. You love your family of course, but The Coopers can be a bit intense, and the only one that isn’t well known for something is you. 

So maybe it was wrong of you to change it, but it’s not like you’re ever coming back here again, and it’s not like it’s an official name change. 

“I’m looking for Jughead.” You say when you notice him staring. He’s smirking at you and a heat creeps up your cheeks when you realize you must have been staring at him for an awfully long time. 

Oh God, what if he thinks you were checking him out? Okay, maybe that wouldn’t be a lie. 

“Why the hell would you want to hang out with Jones?” He asks, a snarl replacing the smirk as he stands up straighter. 

“I don’t want to hang out.” You roll your eyes. “You must be Sweet Pea.” You add and he looks at you confused. You’ve heard Jughead complaining about some guy named Sweet Pea for weeks now, and to be honest, it was boring the first time you heard it. So what someone doesn’t like him, he also doesn’t get along with many people. “I need to tell him something.” 

“And you had to come all the way here to tell him? Don’t you have a phone?” He teases, a small smile playing at his lips and you have to suppress your own. A black curl falls in front of his face and he pushes it back before looking you up and down. 

“I do.” You nod and try not to show just how flustered you are. “It’s just he doesn’t use his.” 

“Well I use mine, I could always give you my number and then whenever you need to tell him something, you can text me and I’ll tell him.” He suggests and you narrow your eyes suspiciously. 

“Why? Do you not want to see me around here anymore?” 

“Nope. I just wanted an excuse to get your phone number.” He replies making you choke on air. If the bar didn’t already feel crowded, it certainly does now. 

“Oh-” 

“Sweet Pea, stop flirting with-Y/n?” Jughead’s surprised tone thankfully stops the conversation from going any further and you quickly turn around to face the beanie-clad boy, a slightly awkward smile on your face. “No offence, but what exactly are you doing here?” He asks, leading you away from Sweet Pea who you’re sure looks slightly disappointed while watching the two of you leave.

You look at him one last time, sending him a wave and a small smile before disappearing through a set of doors. 

“Hey Jug. Betty wanted me to tell you-” You start talking, but you’re not listening to yourself. You’re too busy watching the doors and wondering if you’d ever see him again. 

---

There’s only one light in the parking lot of the Whyte Wyrm, and it’s been broken since before you started coming regularly. Normally it doesn’t bother you, the light from the neon sign outside is enough to light your way into the surprisingly welcoming bar. 

Tonight however, there’s no light. Not even the sign is lit up and as you make your way across the dusty parking lot, you can’t help the frown that pulls on your lips. You pull your jacket tighter to you and crane your neck to see if there’s anybody around. 

Usually the place is packed with old trucks, new bikes and at least a few people standing around. Either drunk and puking against the wall, or sober and trying to have a conversation with someone that they’ve bumped into. But tonight it’s empty. 

You pull your phone out, ready to text Sweet Pea to ask if he knows what’s going on. You’re hoping that it’s just a last minute serpent meeting, but a part of you fears that it’s something worse. 

Over the past few weeks, you’ve been in pretty regularly, mainly talking to Sweet Pea, and the thought that something bad could have happened and that he could possibly be involved is enough to make your heart skip a beat. 

“There’s no need to text.” Sweet Pea says and you let out a relieved sigh. Your face lights up as you watch him come out from the around the back of the bar, his breath visible in the chilly air and the hairs on the back of you neck stand as you watch him slowly approach you. 

Is this it? After weeks of flirting is he finally making the move? Your heartbeat pumps with excitement and you stand waiting for him to close the gap. Your palms are clammy and you shake them out a little, trying to get rid of the nervous energy that still seems to be clinging onto the moment. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Northsider?” He asks and your eyes widen. “More importantly, a Cooper?” He adds and your face falls. He stares at you, an expectant look on his face as he waits for you to answer. If it wasn’t for the full moon, you wouldn’t be able to see the disappointment on his face, and for the first time in you’re life, you wish the moon would disappear. 

Without it you wouldn’t have to see the hurt and betrayal that he’s trying and failing to hide. 

“Yeah, Jughead told me? He said he never thought he’d see me take an interest in a Northsider, let alone a Cooper. And when I asked him what he meant he told me you were Betty’s sister.” He adds and you gulp. 

He stops a few feet away from you and your gaze drops to his muddy boots. You can’t quite force yourself to look at him. You knew as soon as you lied it would catch up with you at some point. Either he would find out or your mom would, and before you weren’t entirely sure which one is worse. 

Now you know though. Because you’re mom’s been upset with you before, in fact she kind of is at the minute because you’ve ben defending Betty and her choices a lot recently. You can deal with Alice Cooper being pissed at you. It’s something she is at least once a week. 

But this is far worse. The way that he’s looking at you makes you feel sick and if you could go back a month, you never would have set foot in the bar in the first place. You would have told Betty to just text her boyfriend like a normal person and then you’d never have to see him look at you like this. 

“I’m sorry.” You start and look up at him. But the look in his eyes make you stop and drop your gaze again. 

“Sorry?” He repeats. “You know, the worst thing is, is that I actually liked you. You just turned up one day and you were all awkward and you looked so lost in there, but you looked nice and for some weird reason I wanted to help you.” He sighs and runs a hand over his face. His curls fall in front of his eyes and you move step forward, your instant reaction being to move them for him but he takes a step away from you, leaving your hand awkwardly hanging in the air.

“Okay, I lied too. I bumped into you on purpose so I had an excuse to talk to you, but at least I didn’t change or hide myself. At least I was honest.” He says and tears pool in your eyes. 

“Okay, yeah. What I did was bad. But I didn’t murder anyone and that’s what you’re acting like. All I did was change my last name, but can you really blame me? If I’d said ‘hey, i’m y/n cooper’, would you have honestly given me your number? Or would you have kicked me out the of bar yourself?” You glare at him and now it’s his turn to avoid eye contact. 

“I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I know what my mom is like and I know what her and the rest of the town have put you through. I just, I didn’t want to be associated with them. I was only supposed to be here to tell Jughead something and then I was never gonna come back. I didn’t think it would be worth the hassle of me telling you I’m not only a Northsider, but a Cooper too, all for two minutes of conversation.” You argue and stomp towards him. “So, I’m sorry. But at the time I didn’t realize how important you’d end up being to me so I thought it would be ok-what?” 

“I’m important to you?” He asks, his eyes wide and you feel your cheeks heat up at the confession. 

“Of course I do.” You say, your voice a lot softer. You dare to reach out for his hand and he lets you take it. “This past month I have been the happiest I have ever been and that’s because of you.” 

“It’s okay.” He nods. “I lied too. I don’t really use my phone.” He shrugs and you send him a look. “Okay, I lied again. I’m never off my phone. Now we’re even. Now I have a very important question that must be answered immediately.” 

“Go ahead.” 

“Do you even know how to play pool?” He asks and you shake your head with an embarrassed smile. “Come on, I’ll show you how to play.” He says and leads you to the front door of The Wyrm. 

“It looks closed.” You stop and stare at him confused. “Should we be going in?” 

“It’s okay. If we get caught you can just tell them you’re really convincing fake name and then we’ll just be able to leave.” He says. Your jaw drops as you stare at him annoyed before a loud laugh leaves your lips and you shove him. 

“You’re an ass!” 

“And you’re a liar.” He replies, his tone happy as he dances down the stairs. “Are you coming?” He asks from the bottom of them. “Y/n Pool...table? Hey if you were to marry a pool player that would be so cute!” 

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[succubusfuccubus]

Maybe euphoria isn't lesbophobic. Consider this: Rue's drug addiction is the main character, everything else is supplimentary/for entertainment. Ppl who say where is the Asian rep, the dark skin rep, the differently abled rep, THE LESBIAN REP etc are valid about the lack of good and varied rep in mainstream media, but can be irrational and hasty in assuming that every project that doesnt rep them the way they want or at all is automatically being hateful towards those groups

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you're saying this in good faith

The problem isn't it being hateful, the problem I'm mostly referring to is the fetishization--and erasure of lesbians. Also lets consider that Drake is the executive producer and the implications of that. I'm gonna add this to the post I made but I'll also say it here:

The Christmas specials, Jules talks about navigating her sexuality in relation to her gender. She says with her mouth that she’s not into men, that she crafts herself to be desirable to men bcuz she felt it affirmed her as a woman. What she describes is such a specifically lesbian thing, (not to mention the complexities of navigating her own gender identity)--what she describes comphet, she says with her mouth that she’s not into men anymore

And rue never shows interest in men, all her sexual encounters she's been pressured and weren’t good encounters—the first person she is ever attracted to is Jules and it’s so clear she’s a lesbian--Then the writers turn it into some disgusting male fantasy of lesbians doing it for men like a show, for them to jack themselves to

Elliot asks “Why doesn’t rue want to fuck me is she not a sexual person like asexual or something” as if a woman not attracted to men is so alien and incomprehensible also she's in a relationship--they write this guy into their relationship where he gets to f*ck two lesbians (though the show will never say that word)

like we can’t have anything all we are is a fetish And the way Jules is treated as a fetish and oversexualized us also a problem

And watching Elliot force a kiss on Rue with Jules daring her to kiss him for 10 seconds was so fucked up--like as a lesbian I actually was nauseous

Men love to disrespect our boundaries "can i watch?" "are you sure you don't like men?" "you just haven't had me" and the fact they wrote this little freak into their relationship is so flagrant, and idk how everyone isn't talking about this--the way society and even other GBT people treats lesbians is vile

we can't have our own words, we can't have our love without it being subject to male fantasy, society wants us to be available for men and male consumption--and by golly we can't say the word lesbian

[aliendes]

Seokjin + Size Kink NSFW 18+

My Sunday night Kink Tweets™ spurred this on. Should we make this a weekly thing?

From this ask: Okokokok, I saw your ask for kinks... what about Seokjin and Size Kink? I mean, everything on this man is tall and large😍🤤 Send love!!❤

A/N: ask and you shall receive, here you go ;)

Warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it), creampie, fingering, ummmm dirty talk i guess? unedited bcuz i’m a slut 

Word count: 1.2k~ woops

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but for some reason, tonight felt like your first time all over again. You’ve been dating Seokjin, your tall, handsome neighbor for the last two months, hitting things off really well and going on weekly dates. It has been a lot of fun, maybe even a little romantic, but you were trying to take things slow. Seokjin had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and you were married to your job as a magazine editor. But what you guys had was exciting, new, spontaneous. And tonight was no different.

You had just gotten back from your weekly date night, a nice dinner at a local cafe, deciding to have a drink at your apartment. It was a much better option than a bar, since Seokjin lived right across the hall, neither of you would have to drive anywhere.

You were barely one sip of wine when his lips crashed onto yours and now you were in the midst of a heavy makeout session on your living room couch. It’s not like you haven’t been in this predicament before. On the contrary, the two of you made out quite often. What didn’t happen often, was the feeling of Seokjin’s stiff member pressing against your core as he ground into you from his position hovering over you. And what you definitely didn’t expect, was the sheer size of said member. 

“Jin,” you moaned into his mouth, pulling back momentarily for air, “ahh, Jin.”

“Shit, sorry,” he reached down to adjust himself through his trousers. 

You shook your head vigorously, “No, no. It’s just, I really, really want you.” You’re panting when he looks down at you, lust in his eyes and he can’t stop himself from engulfing your lips with his again. 

“Are you sure? We can stop,” he pants, “we can take this slow.”

“I’m sure, if you’re okay with it, I’m sure.”

He nods, leaning back down and pressing his lips to yours again, this time softer, slower. You reach down his body, grasping at the tent in his pants, gasping into his mouth at the girth of his erection in your hand. He snickers against your lips before pulling away. “What’s wrong?”

Your hands fumble with his belt and zipper before you’re finally able to free his length, letting it flop out of his pants. He leans back slightly so you can get a better view. The cockiness he’s radiating is well deserved though, as you take in his giant cock for a moment. It���s beautiful, much like the man it’s attached to. Long, longer than any dick you’ve ever had, and a pretty pink color. The tip is engorged, almost purple, and it’s dripping clear precum that has you licking your lips. The girth of it is what worries you for a moment. You hesitantly reach out to wrap your hand around it, your fingers not meeting your palm as you give a gentle stroke, making him throw his head back in pleasure. 

“Fuck, if you do that I’m not gonna last,” he grunts as you give him another stroke, gathering his precum up with your thumb and rubbing it around the tip. 

“Is it gonna fit?” you ask, not realizing you had voiced your thoughts allowed until you hear Seokjin chuckle above you. Without warning, he’s leaning back down, hands traveling all over your body until one of his large hands reaches up your dress, easily finding your core. “Holy shit, is all this for me?” he whispers against your mouth, running a finger up and down your clothed core, feeling the slick you’ve created in the last few minutes. 

“Mhmm,” you murmur, unable to form anymore words with the way his fingers were tickling your clit through the fabric. Kissing you again, he slips your panties off your legs and tosses them aside. His long, crooked fingers effortlessly enter your core, scissoring your open in preparation for his cock. 

“As much as I want to taste you right now, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” you nod in agreement as he removes his fingers from you, smearing your wetness around his length, “think you can take me?”

You falter for a moment. Can you take him? You aren’t entirely sure, but you want to. You swallow thickly before answering, “I-I don’t know.”

His eyes soften as he leans over you, head of his cock brushing against your folds, making you whimper, “I’ll go slow, okay? I won't hurt you.”

You nod, accepting one last kiss from him as he parts your folds and slowly begins entering you. The stretch is slightly painful at first as his mushroom tip pushes past your entrance, the burning sensation getting more intense as he stretches your walls further than they’ve ever been stretched. He stills for a moment, watching your face for any signs of pain. You look up at him, giving him a nod, letting him know it’s okay to continue, so he does. Pushing even slower now, it takes what feels like an eternity for him to bottom out. By the time he’s fully seated inside you, your pussy is fluttering around him, pulsing at the intrusion. You’re both moaning at the sensation as he drops his forehead against yours. “You’re so tight, YN,” he pants, kissing you again, “you take me so well. Are you okay?”

You purse your lips, nodding your head again. “Just give me a second,” you whisper, to which he nods. The two of you stay there for a few minutes, loving the way he’s filling you completely. Once you feel like the pain has subsided, you speak again, “Move, please.”

The second he begins to pull out of you, you let out the most guttural moan you’ve ever heard come from your own lips. His soft, velvety cock rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. The tip of his cock gliding against your sweet spot every time he enters and exits your throbbing core. The whines and whimpers you’re making only spur him on, fucking you into the couch faster than you thought humanly possible. Your hands are scratching up and down his back, completely lost in the pleasure that is Seokjin.

“F-fuck, Jin!” you yell when he brings a finger down to push against your neglected clit, making your orgasm wash over you embarrassingly quickly. The way your pussy clamps down on him is too much as he’s quickly tumbling over his edge, spilling into you in thick ropes. His member is so large, when he pulls out, his cum comes dribbling out along with it, the sight and the feeling making you both moan again. 

When you’ve both caught your breath, he presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “Next time, I’ll be sure to take my time with you.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of there being a next time. You smile as you reach your arms around his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

[prorevenge]

Won’t pick up your dog’s shit and then steal from me? Move out then.

So this happened at the last apartment complex I lived in. Sorry it’s so long.

My SO and I were renting a ground floor unit at a really nice apartment complex. I wouldn’t say it was a luxury apartment or anything but our ground floor unit had a little patio off the back that led out into a really nice court yard area with hammocks, a walking path, outdoor fireplace/seating area, etc. A lot of people walk their dogs out there or let their kids play out in the grass, including us.

We have a 1 year old cane corso, we got her when we’d been living in the unit for about 2.5 months and she was only 8 weeks at the time. She’s a really good dog and we trained her well. We could let her out to go potty and she’d come right back even if there were distractions/people/dogs out (we always stood on the patio and watched her anyways because our pet agreement said we couldn’t leave our dog unattended). Then we’d go pick up her poop right away if she pooped (also part of the pet agreement as I’m sure is standard at most apartment complexes). We kept a small step trash can outside specifically for her poop bags because we didn’t want to throw them away inside and the only outside trash cans were on the other side of the building (which i agree is super dumb). It really was a small trash can, like the kind you’d tuck into the bathroom between the toilet and the wall. We also had her poop bags hanging on our patio door handle for easy access so we didn’t have to hunt for them every time we needed them.

This lady and her kid moved in on the ground floor in our building, two units down from us. No biggie. We ran into her one day carrying in groceries and my SO held open the door for her. She seemed kind of Karen-ish but was polite and her kid (probably 10-11 years old) didn’t look up from his phone. Whatever that’s pretty typical of kids these days. They also had a dog, a little black and white fluffy thing super cute but not trained very well. Don’t know what kind of dog but it was much smaller than our already giant puppy.

After about two weeks or so, we realized that there were dog turds in the grass right off our patio. We found out the hard way because my boyfriend stepped in it the first time. Luckily he wasn’t barefoot. They were clearly not our dog’s turds as 1.) we always picked up her poop right after she went and 2.) they were very obviously from a small dog, not our 70 pound puppy. We’d been in the apartment about 7-8 months at that point and had never had an issue with this so we figured it was EM’s little dog. I wrote her a polite note that basically was like “Hey neighbor! We noticed that some of your dog’s poops aren’t being picked up and are right off our patio. Per the pet agreement we all have to sign, we all need to be picking up our own dog’s poop each time they go. I’m sure it was an accident and you just didn’t notice, so if you could make sure to do that going forward we’d appreciate it! -Your neighbors in (unit#)”

She wasn’t home so I slipped it under the door and went back to my apartment. A couple hours later this lady is banging on my door and gets really angry with me, insists that it couldn’t have been her dog and how dare I assume. I felt really bad and I apologized immediately, said I didn’t mean to offend her and it must have been someone else. She told me never to bother her with “crap like this again” and stormed off. I was like okaaaaayyyyy.

Not three days later, I was sitting on my patio with a book enjoying the cool weather when I see their little dog run out of their back door - no one with it - and it comes over to me. I said hello to the pup (bcuz I love pups) and then it took a shit right off patio, ran back home and scratched the door to be let in. I saw her kid slide the door open enough to let the dog in and then closed it again without coming outside to pick up the poop. I was annoyed because here I saw it with my own eyes that it WAS their dog and no one was even watching it when it was outside.

So I grabbed a poop bag, picked up the poop, wrote another less polite note about her kid neglecting to watch the dog or come to check if it had pooped/pick up after it, and dropped the poop bag and the note on their patio right by the door, then went back to my reading. EM was quicker to come by this time and stomped right up to me, waving the note around. Then stated that her kid was just a kid and probably just forgot to check. I said I didn’t care, her kid was old enough to stand outside for 3 minutes and come pick up the dog’s poop. She said well there’s no poop bags/trashcans on this side of the building and she didn’t feel comfortable making her kid walk all the way around the building for that. The next part is my own fault, in hindsight. I suggested she put a trash can like mine on her patio and leave their own poop bags handy like we do for our dog. She eyed our stuff, huffed some more, rolled her eyes, refused to do anything about the poop and walked off. At this point I was super annoyed.

I stalked my patio door for the next couple days as much as I could, just waiting. And sure enough on day 2 in the evening when I was about to give up, I see the puppy run outside towards my patio. I whipped out my phone, took some pictures of the dog outside alone (not allowed) and the dog pooping and then took another phone an hour later of the poop still there and time stamped all of them. Then I sent an email to the apartment office people who were always pretty nice and they responded quickly they would give her a warning about it.

And sure enough this lady comes back AGAIN, to get mad and yell at me about how petty I was to report them to the office and now they had a $150 fine for not picking up their dog poop. (It’s worth noting that these fines were rare. PooPrints were not used at this complex. In order for the office to fine someone for dog poop they had to have proof it was that specific tenants dog’s poop and that it wasn’t picked up. Hence the photos I’d taken and timestamped.) I told her that I had tried to be nice about it with her TWICE before and it was her own fault at that point for not abiding by the terms of the pet agreement we ALL had to sign (everyone who had a dog at least).

She went off about how she’s a single mom and she works during the day and her precious baby can’t be expected to pick up after their dog. I told her that a 10/11 year old was plenty old enough to pick up after a dog and that if they weren’t responsible enough then maybe the kid shouldn’t be letting the dog out at all and she should be the one to do it or maybe whoever is home with him should be looking after it. She got angry, told me I had no idea how to be a single mom, that her mom stays with him during the day and shouldn’t be expected to look after her kid and her dog and she stomped off again. I expected to hear more about it but I didn’t. (The ironic part is I AM a single mom; my kid isn’t my SO’s and I raised him alone for 2.5 years before I met my SO, so yes I do know how hard it is and I live 1000 miles from my closest family so I never even had the luxury of being able to have my mom watch my kid.)

Over the next couple of weeks we didn’t find anymore dog turds off our patio. But we did notice our poop bags were depleting and our trash can filling up way more quickly than usual. I had my suspicions and wanted to test it. We had recently bought some small security cameras for inside of our apartment for different reasons and I had my boyfriend set one up outside on the patio. We faced it where it could see our door and trash can but didn’t point to the rest of the court yard or other people’s units (we respect privacy around here).

Sure enough the same evening my boyfriend set it up, I see the kid walk onto our patio, take a poop bag, walk out of frame, and then come back to throw it in our trash can. Okay. Now I’m PISSED but also not trying to fight this lady or her kid. So I moved the poop bags to the inside door handle. It’s a glass door so you can still see them but we always lock our sliding door.

Next morning, I hear someone knocking on the back patio door and I go to see her kid standing there looking annoyed. I didn’t open the door I just spoke loudly enough to ask what did he need. He demanded a poop bag for his dog’s poop. I said I’m sorry but these are our poop bags for our dog and they weren’t free for anyone else to use. The apartment provides poop bags in a dispenser near the trash can on the other side of the building. Kid started demanding a poop bag, saying his mom told him he could use ours, slapping his hands on the glass a few times (trying to scare me? yes I’m so terrified of a ten year old boy...), and finally screaming at me that he’s telling his mother on me. I said fine go ahead I’ll tell her the same thing. Sure enough, a few minutes later his mom is standing on my patio also demanding a poop bag for her dog’s poop. I denied her a bag and asked her to please step off of my patio as she was making me feel unsafe and uncomfortable (my SO wasn’t home). She told me I was a bratty child (I’m 24...) and she demanded I let her use my poop bags as I had already told her she could before. I said no, I told you to get some yourself and do what I do - keep them close by and put your own trash can on your own patio - not use the bags I buy with my own money for my own dog and then fill up my tiny trash can with your dog’s poop. I pointed out she could use a plastic shopping bag if she didn’t want to buy her own poop bags or she could use the bags the complex provided on the other side of the building. She kept going off on me and I finally told her if she didn’t leave my patio I’d call the police as she was harassing me (the apartment office was closed on Sundays and of course it was Sunday). She acted like she was going to call my bluff but then my boyfriend got home and walked up behind me to ask what was going on and she ended up dragging her kid away - again, leaving the poop in the grass off my patio.

So once she was gone, I took ANOTHER timestamped picture of the dog poop, downloaded the footage from my security camera of her kid stealing my poop bags and throwing them in my trash can and the footage from them that morning yelling at me and demanding my bags and my denying them and emailed all of it to the apartment management. I told them that she made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable in my own home, that she and her child felt entitled to come onto my patio and take my belongings. I also went outside, picked up her dog’s poop, looked in the trash can on my patio and pulled out the bags with her dog’s poop (they were significantly smaller than my dog’s poops as I’m sure any dog owners could tell the difference in poops of a 12lb dog vs a 70lb dog). I went and opened all the bags and dumped the poops straight on her patio right outside the door.

On Monday, I heard back from the office lady who said she would take care of it. By Friday, there was a moving truck and the lady and her kid were moving out. Pretty sure they were evicted or at the very least urged to move before a formal eviction process was initiated. After talking to some of our other, much friendlier neighbors, it turns out we weren’t the only ones who had been complaining about her. They’d only lived in the complex for like 2-3 months before they made so many enemies they were kicked out.

Sometimes I think I should feel bad for playing a part in them getting evicted but honestly I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about it. Not my fault she was a lazy entitled bitch who couldn’t even be assed to get a shopping bag to pick up her dog’s shit. I never heard from her about the turds I dropped on her patio but I like to think she stepped in them without looking and knew better than to come bitch to me about it.

sorrynotsorry

(Also, I’m sure they were given more than a week to vacate as those are the tenancy laws here but she packed up and left like a bat out of hell. Guess she didn’t want to stay somewhere she was clearly seen as an enemy... I don’t know for sure that she was evicted or if she was just asked to leave or abide by the lease or what. Office can’t give out that type of info and she and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms for her to give me the scoop about it.)

TLDR; Entitled mom lets her dog shit wherever it wants without cleaning it, I tell her to pick up her dog’s shits or make her kid do it, she refuses, gets a fine from the apartment complex after I send them pics of her dog unattended and the poop not being picked up. She starts letting her kid steal my supplies from my patio, I send video footage and photos to the management and they end up being kicked out of the complex.

(source) story by (/u/MotherhoodEst2017)

[cedricslover]

“Because you’re obsessed“

Requested by @abitofloveaintweird​

Pairings: Lucius Malfoy x OC, Lucius Malfoy x Narcissa Malfoy

Warnings: angst maybe?? idrk

Note: This is just full of tension and stuff bcuz writing abt real cheating makes me uncomfy

Word Count: 1.7k

gif not mine, ctto<33

She wasn't supposed to feel this. It was not in the contract and her morals are telling her to stop. But just the thought of Lucius made her heart skip a beat, the first time Lucius laid his eyes to her, the first time their skins touched, and the first time they made a mistake.

"Joey!" A woman called her name, it snapped her back to reality, she immediately came to where the voice was. 

"Yes ma’am?" Her voice was sweet as she composed her posture in front of her mistress. 

"I'm going to visit Bella at Azkaban tomorrow, can you fix my things? I'll be staying around there and come back the day after. I trust you'd take care of Draco?" Narcissa Malfoy stood up, she's beautiful, sophisticated, elegant, and came from a powerful family. Narcissa' eyes gleamed at her back. 

“Lucius” she greeted her husband and walked past her. Now, Joey was looking at the 4 year old blond boy that was just staring at her, he’s a cute little boy and she knew that he would be pretty attractive once he grows up. 

“Hello, Draco” a deep voice filled her ears, a man kissed the cheek of the young boy, his scent brushed to her nose that made her insides shake. It was him. 

Lucius Malfoy. 

“Joey” his cold grey eyes shifted to her ocean blue ones, he nodded slightly to greet the woman. Which she just answered with a bow, her dark brown hair covered her face. She didn’t want to have eye contact with him any longer. 

“You should start packing my things Joey, we’ll take care of Draco” Narcissa tapped her shoulder, she quickly made way to the master’s bedroom after she greeted them both. 

The manor was big, if she was just born in a rich family, and if she wasn’t just a squib, her life might be just like this. A nice manor, living with her husband and kids, coming home after work and giving a kiss on the cheek. It was all she just dreamt about. 

She opened the door to the bedroom, it was thrice as big as her bedroom, the room screamed elegance, from the portraits down to the bed. Before she can be lost from her thoughts she starts packing Narcissa’s things. 

Joey was so into packing the right things for Narcissa, if she concentrates on something she wouldn’t mind her surroundings anymore. She would be in her own personal bubble.

She was so focused that she didn’t notice Lucius entering the room, 

“You should include this” Lucius handed a recent photograph of Draco, “It’s for Bellatrix” he said before she took it from his hand. Their fingers brushed and she felt electricity from it, it traveled from her fingertips to her whole body. She never liked how Lucius could affect her. 

“I- should go, I’ll wait outside, I’ll continue after you’re done” she uttered and tried to walk to the door, “No. Stay here. There’s not much difference whether you’re inside or outside. Just continue what you’re doing Joey” it was obvious from his voice that he was smirking, Joey wants to go, but she wanted to finish this. So, she went back to the bag and continued to pack Narcissa’s things while Lucius changed. 

Of course Lucius didn’t change in front of her, but the way they always have accidental touches, or so that's what she thinks, was making her mind crazy. 

“I’m done” she declared and without a doubt exited the room. She can feel the tension and as much as it was addicting, she didn’t want it. 

Her day should be done, she normally eats with Dobby but she couldn’t find the elf. She shrugged her shoulders and took a plate, filled it with food and headed to her room. It was small but decent enough, she had a bed just right for her, a cabinet, and a study table where her piles of books were placed, she didn’t have a bookshelf and she’s ashamed to ask her master and mistress. She’s just a maid after all. 

She slept with her stomach full, thinking about the book she just recently read, Romeo and Juliet. It made her unconsciously smile thinking about the love story of these two, it was beautiful but tragic. 

In the middle of the night Joey felt pressure on her bed, but she was half asleep and never cared, so she continued to just sleep. 

The morning sunlight made her wake up, it was another day at the manor, another day to work. 

“Goodmorning Draco '' she greeted the boy who was only sitting at the couch, looking at pictures of broomsticks. She smiled as she saw how quidditch really has his interest. “You want a broomstick?” she asked sweetly and sat beside him, the boy just nodded and flipped the page of the magazine. “I want to ride it and play” he looked at her, his eyes just like his father’s. “One day Draco, you will. I promise” she patted his head that gained her a smile from the boy. 

“Have you eaten yet?” she questioned him after he put down the book, he shook his head to answer. “Come on” she offered her hand which he took. His touch was fragile, this boy is fragile, and she wished she could watch him grow. But she knew that next month, the contract ends. She has heard this boy’s first words, seen first walk, and heard even the first time he called her name. She treated him like her own son even if she was just 19 when she started working for them. Now that she’s 23, the contract ends. Joey felt a pang in her chest as she realized that there is a big chance she won’t see this boy again, she won’t see Dobby again, and she maybe even can’t apologize to Narcissa for almost kissing her husband. 

It was a mistake, but her feelings weren’t. But she wanted to respect Narcissa, if she can’t respect herself, then Narcissa still has to be respected. Even if sometimes their relationship isn't good, it’s not an excuse. 

Joey was tempted, she hated herself but hated Lucius more, she didn't know what came to her head, maybe because she never knew love, or was it even love, Lucius is not capable of love, unless it is to his family.

She threw away the thoughts and carefully helped Draco sit at the dining table, there was already food prepared for three people, it must be Dobby. 

Draco and Joey just talked about random things like the alphabet and words that Draco learned these past days, this was the definition of a normal morning for her. Narcissa, Draco, and her, just talking about random things, when it all changed after Lucius ruins it. She hated Lucius, but at the same time she was confused. 

While they were still eating Lucius sat at the seat across them, holding the Daily Prophet. Her lips pursed into a thin line and just made Draco finish his food. The dining room that was filled with laughs of a little boy and a woman was now silent. Only the clanging of the spoons and fork were heard. 

“Your contract ends next month Joey” Lucius said and put down the Daily Prophet, he glanced at Draco who was busy observing and eating his food, then he turned to Joey again. “I know” she answered dully, now losing the appetite. Lucius raised his eyebrow and stated “We could exten-” 

“No.” she declared and her eyes narrowed at him. “It’s fine” and she continued to eat. They three sat in silence. She can feel the gaze of Lucius but chose to ignore him. If he doesn’t appreciate his family, she does, and she doesn’t want to be the person to ruin this, ruin the smiles of Narcissa and Draco. They treated her good, and it was just the bare minimum for her to not hit back on the man of the house. 

Lucius stood up and motioned her to follow. “Finish that Draco, you’ll wait for me yeah?” she told the blond boy and he smiled and nodded, continuing his meal.

“What’s this about?” her voice sounded angry, it’s because she is, what does he want now? Try to tempt her again? Make her doubt herself? Make her extremely guilty just because she was swayed by a man who has his own family?

“Joey please” Lucius tried to touch her hand but she instantly backed up, “No Lucius, I am not your pet, I am not someone that you can just let your obsession out, no” her eyes burned with contempt while looking at him. 

“You’re the only one that can make me feel like this Joey” there are prominent lines between his eyebrows, his voice was pleading, it was always this voice that he used to woo her, she thinks that it was successful, but seeing him this desperate, she didn’t, he didn’t succeeded, because she was just disgusted by this man. 

“Make you feel what exactly Lucius?” her nostrils flared and continued to look at the man in front of her. “See?” a corner of her mouth lifted, “You don’t know exactly. Because you’re obsessed Lucius! You have a family and I don’t want to ruin that. But you didn’t care! Well surprise! I do!” her voice was full of hatred, disgust, and her face was now frowning. 

“You should stop” Joey added and sighed while she shook her head to the speechless Lucius in front of her. “You have a family.” she finished, the words leaving her mouth weren’t heavy at all, it felt like the heavy weight she felt suddenly disappeared. 

This is her, she never loved this man, but she loved the idea of him in her head, she was in love with the idea of love. Not him. That’s when she started walking away from him, going back to Draco. Now, she can continue without thinking about how screwed up she was, because she wasn’t, she was just lonely, and she knows that eventually, she will find someone that will make her fall in love, not the idea of it, but with the person instead. 

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I'm back and with an idea i just had to share with you a fic with Alya knowing Lila was lying but wanted to knock Marinette down because he felt jealous and inferior to Marinette who had talent and headstart to her carreer and celebrity connections (she was still friends with her cuz Mari had a lot of perks )so she has an excuse to lash out her frustration and Mari calls her out saying Mari has been nothing but a good friend and she's been nothing but a bad person bcuz of her insecurites

Jealousy doesn’t become a hero

I very much prefer writing Lila and/or Bustier salt. But I hope this draft satisfies you.

When Volpina had been defeated, Marinette went to check the Ladyblog and was relieved to have found the interview deleted. Adrien must have informed Alya.

Imagine her surprise when Lila kept lying about her time with Achu. Despite her evidence, Alya dismissed it as jealousy.

Um...maybe Lila decided posing as her BFF was a bad idea and asked Alya to take the video down?

When Chameleon came about and was given the most embarrassing defeat of all time, Marinette sat watching Lila give her class a full-detail tall tale about how she rescued (defeated) her.

Then, struck by inspiration, Marinette went back to class, a triumphant air about her, her smirk barely repressed.

Adrien saw but shrugged it off. He figured Marinette realized Lila would get caught sooner or later. He joined her at the back later and soon their old seating arrangement was back.

That night, Alya was surprised when she heard a voice in her bedroom window.

“While I am glad that you don’t run after every akuma now, I hope you still check your sources, Alya.”

Alya turned and beamed. “Ladybug! What’s up? Do you need me for another Mission?”

Ladybug leaned against the wall. “No. I’m here regarding Lila. I’ve been hearing rumors that you posted an interview of her claiming to be my BFF- without checking with me.”

Alya blinked. “Oh. You think I’ve been suckered. Don’t worry, Ladybug, I know Lila’s nothing but a liar.”

Ladybug blinked. “But your interviews?”

Alya nodded and went to open a page on her laptop. She figured one of her classmates must have spread the rumor until it reached Ladybug’s ear (she doesn’t know why Lila was akumatized into Volpina). “I did post her interviews. But do you know how you can control who sees what you post? I made sure those interviews could only be seen by our class. And I have to approve what comments appear on every post. The comments you see are made by our classmates solely, but Lila doesn’t know all that because of their usernames. Like I’m going to ruin my journalistic career for a tabloid post!”

Ladybug blinked again, confused. “But why indulge Lila? Why let her lie to your friends?”

Alya shrugged. “It’s a weird way to make friends, sure. But maybe once Lila realizes how cool we are, she’ll learn she can trust us with the truth.”

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. Manipulating their classmates to serve her food is not a way to make friends. (And dismissing her was not very friendly of Alya either!) “You are lying to me, Alya Césaire.”

Alya started backward, and started to get nervous. Ladybug was the reason her blog was so popular, and her only chance to become a hero. She was the smartest girl in Paris and could see through lies like glass.

Alya had 2 choices. Lie again and be exposed (and never be a hero again or granted interviews), or tell the truth and never be a hero again (but at least Ladybug is more likely to forgive her)

“Fine. I indulge Lila because it’s nice to see someone else in class get the spotlight.”

Ladybug tilted her head. “I’m sure Chloe has been improving.”

Alya shook her head. “No, not her. I mean Marinette.”

Ladybug was shocked. “The bakers’ Daughter?”

Alya wasn’t surprised Ladybug knew Marinette, not when she was the one who arranged her first official interview with Ladybug.

LB: How is she in the spotlight?

Alya sighed. “She’s the most popular girl in class. She gets confessed to on a regular basis. Even my own Boyfriend was interested in her before me. She knows Jagged Stone, which is probably how she knows Lila is lying. Marinette even got her designs praised by Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois. Her parents are owners of the most popular bakery in Paris. Clara Nightingale and Adrien Agreste both think she is star material, and worthy of being called Ladybug.”

Alya kept going on, noting that Ladybug’s surprised face wasn’t exactly discouraging her. In fact Marinette was still too stunned to react.

“I just wanted someone else to be in the limelight. And if it couldn’t be me. I’d rather it be anybody else, even a liar.”

Ladybug gathered her thoughts. “So you’re just jealous? That Marinette is popular? But you’re popular too.”

Alya gave a bleak laugh. “Hardly. In class, I’m dismissed as the obsessive and nosy reporter. I don’t know any celebrities and they certainly don’t follow the Ladyblog. More people download apps for akuma alerts and hero sightings than subscribe to my blog. I’ve been dismissed for proposing crazy theories, which in hindsight is reasonable.”

LB: I’m assuming you didn’t tell Marinette you know Lila is lying because of that.

AC: Obviously. Because then I’d have to back her up and she would be the hero again. I used the excuse that she was jealous, and she was. But I knew Marinette is above jealousy. It’s annoyingly. She was ready to give Adrien up to an ice queen.

LB wrinkled her eyebrows, drawing on her professionalism and burying her own hurt for later. “If you are upset by Marinette’s success and annoyed by her attitude, why befriend her?”

AS: Because of her connections! Thanks to her, I got to star in Clara’s music video. She somehow got you to agree to do an interview with me. I persuaded her to take over as class president so I didn’t have to do the real work and Chloe wouldn’t be in charge anymore. She gives me free custom designed clothing. And no offence to my mum, but Marinette’s pastries are the best breakfast in the world.

Ladybug finally stood up tall. Alya had been so lost in the relief and satisfaction of finally venting out her jealousy and frustration that she had momentarily forgotten that her listener in the shadows was a very influential idol whom she wanted to make a good impression on.

Ladybug said coldly, “From what you are saying, it sounds like Marinette has been a better Friend that you have ever been. You are as bad as Lila Rossi. You lie for your own gain. And if there’s one thing I despise above all else, Miss Césaire, it’s liars.”

As Ladybug launched her Yoyo out, Alya rushed to make her plea. “Wait! Please wait! I’m sorry!”

LB: No, you’re only sorry you got caught.

ALya cried out, “what can I do to make it up to you?”

Ladybug gave her one last impassive look. “For starters, I’d say tell the truth. To everyone.”

Ladybug left Alya in horrified and torn silence.

As Ladybug returned home, she detransformed and wept on her balcony, amid the perfume of flowers. She could finally face the betrayal and sadness she had kept away in front of Alya.

Tikki sadly cozied up to Marinette’s neck, trying to offer comfort.

Hawkmoth was alerted by a teenager’s despair, agony and betrayal.

Hawkmoth: Hooray, I get to akumatize Marinette after all!

He doesn’t. Adrien saw Ladybug outside and went out to join her. As he searched for Ladybug, he saw the akuma heading for a weeping Marinette.

“Marinette, move!”

Marinette looked up in surprise (Tikki quickly hid among the flowers) “Chat?”

“Cataclysm!” He destroyed the butterfly in front of her face.

Marinette gasped.

Chat quickly steadied himself on the balcony. “Marinette, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Because she was definitely not alright. Those were tear tracks on her face. Chat felt sad that his princess was sad, and wanted to rip out the face of whoever made her cry.

Marinette shook her head. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Chat was doubtful. An akuma appeared. Clearly she couldn’t handle it. “Are you sure? I’m here for you, you know.”

Marinette finally burst into sobs. She leaped into Chat’s arms. Chat held her close as she confessed the source of her troubles.

“I just learned that Alya wasn’t really my Friend at all. She was just using me.”

Chat was confused. What was she talking about?

Marinette saw his confusion and explained. “I was the one who told Ladybug about Lila first. She got mad and went to confront Lila, i assume that got her akumatized. When Lila got akumatized again today, Ladybug went to visit Alya to make sure she knew Lila was a liar.”

Ok...Chat guessed that explained Marinette’s attitude just before lunch ended.

“And it turns out Alya knew Lila was a liar all along. She never really posted her interviews to the public. She’s just been indulging Lila because she wanted to knock me down.”

Chat was shocked. “And Ladybug told you all this?”

Marinette let out a bark of laughter. “She didn’t have to. I heard Alya myself. I was near her bedroom door when I heard voices saying my name. Once I heard what Alya had to say about me, I didn’t bother knocking or to announce myself. I doubt Nora would bother mentioning me since she was preoccupied with the twins and her parents weren’t home.”

Chat guessed Marinette had new evidence that Lila was a liar and wanted to show it to Alya. But instead she happened to hear a conversation that revealed Alya’s true colours.

Marinette wiped her cheeks bitterly. “She did everything today willingly. She left me to sit in the back alone, without consulting me. She dismissed me and accused me of being jealous. All along, she was the jealous one, and I actually thought she was my Friend!”

Marinette buried her face in her hands.

Chat rubbed Marinette’s back consolingly. “Cheer up princess. You still have the rest of your friends, and me.”

Marinette sniffled. This was not comforting to her. Her friends weren’t much better. And she didn’t see Chat regularly.

Chat sensed he was failing at comforting her and tried again. “So what are you going to do tomorrow. Will you confront Alya?”

“I don’t know. I sit next to her and she is the first person I talk to every morning at school. But I can’t see her face without wanting to shout Liar now. And if I do, she’ll just turn the whole thing against me, like Lila did. (Lila did what now?) I don’t know what to do.”

Chat’s heart broke at how lost Marinette sounded. He tiled her chin up so she would look at him.

“Tell you what, princess. Tomorrow, you are going to walk with your back straight and head proud into that classroom. You are going to give Alya Césaire a polite greeting and ignore her. Talk to your other classmates. Listen to music. Write in your notebooks. Revise old lessons. Do whatever. But don’t give Alya the time of day until you are ready to face her.”

The next day, Adrien was prepared. He ignored Lila and gave a confused and sad Alya the cold shoulder.

When Marinette arrived, Adrien was all sunshine and immediately invited her to a conversation.

Marinette gratefully accepted. And though she stumbled, she kept Chat’s advice and ignored Alya’s nudges and comments.

They kept talking until class started. The girls were thrilled to see progress.

Throughout the first half of the school day, Alya kept trying to talk to Marinette or slip her notes. Marinette ignored her.

Alya guessed what had happened and braced herself. She had to tell the truth. She didn’t want to know what Ladybug would do otherwise if she didn’t.

When Lunch came and Adrien invited him to join her; Alya firmly grabbed Marinette’s hand and said in a low voice. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Marinette reluctantly followed. Unbeknownst to her, Adrien and Lila decided to eavesdrop, for different reasons. Adrien wanted to be there for Marinette and Lila wanted dirt.

In a deserted classroom, Alya finally said the words. “Ladybug told you about last night, didn’t she?”

Marinette’s answer was vague. “She didn’t have to. But she did give me a brief warning this morning. I connected the dots on my own.”

Alya laughed bitterly. “Of course, even Ladybug chooses you over me.”

Marinette stayed silent, waiting for Alya to continue.

“Let me be clear, Marinette. I’m only being honest because of Ladybug. I’ve only been your Friend because of what you do for me.”

Even though Marinette was expected it, it still hurt. Thankfully, her only controlled response was an audible exhale.

Adrien: How could you Alya?

Lila: oh snap!

“I know Lila’s lying but I indulged her because I wanted someone else to take the stage instead of you.”

Lila: she knows?

Marinette raised a brow. “Even at the risk of your blog’s reputation?”

“The interview is only seen by our class. The public can’t access it.”

Lila fumed. She had been played. Alya had used her instead of the other way around. Silently, Lila brought out her phone to record the conversation. Despite Adrien shaking his head, Lila glared at him, daring him to lecture her now.

Lila got the whole juicy bit. Alya admitted what she was jealous about, her betrayal to Marinette. And at the end of it, Marinette was still composed. Adrien had to admire her for it, standing strong in the face of such betrayal.

Marinette: you did all of that just to hurt me? Out of petty jealousy? That you accused me of envy- you resented me that much? and you only used me for free stuff and have been my friend when it's convenient? (This was part of the request) you know, I actually felt hurt that you were just taking advantage of me Alya. But now I just feel sorry for you. Some people like Chloe and Adrien are lucky, they are born with opportunities we can only dream of. But the rest of us, like Nathaniel, like Kitty Section, like myself. We work hard. Sure we have help from our friends, but we never take advantage of them. We have struggled and yes, we do face setbacks, but throughout it all, we have stayed true to ourselves. But you, the moment you see someone thriving, you don’t focus on improving yourself, you just try to leech off that person, like you did to Lila, and like you did to me. You can’t think of safer methods to record akuma fights. You never listen to anyone’s reasoning and criticism of your theories. You are stuck in your own entitled world, that you can’t see the bigger picture. You’re a parasite, Alya Césaire. So...I won’t expose you, because I have no doubt you’ll turn everyone against me. But I won’t be your Friend anymore.”

Alya wasn’t bothered. “Fine. So we agree to never speak to each other again unless necessary?”

“Yes.” Marinette walked out first. Adrien and Lila scattered before she could open the door.

Adrien immediately went to grab Marinette for lunch and did all he could to distract her from her recent ordeal.

Meanwhile, Lila edited the video to avoid incriminating herself and sent it to the class group chat.

She hates Marinette sure, but no one plays Lila for a fool and gets away with it.

The class is shocked and angry at Alya, who tries to claim that Lila is lying. She runs away from the mob and returns as Lady Wifi to punish Lila.

Ladybug defeats her but Alya demands a question if Ladybug is friends with Lila. Feeling sorry for Alya, Ladybug announces that her only Best Friend is Chat Noir. She does not befriend civilians.

Alya is sentenced to switch seats with Nathaniel. Adrien takes her place as Deputy. Nino dumps Alya. Lila and her new desk mate keep sabotaging each other.