#it’s very frustrating and i think I just needed to get it out a bit heh

[thatchrollostan]

as this blog has stated countless times: Levi CANNOT flirt for dear life.

so when he finds out that he got a crush on you, and he has no idea how to start something with you, he thinks to himself, that, maybe he'll just give up and move on with life. life is better when love is not involved anyway, or so he convinces himself.

we'll, he's wrong.

months later, he's frustrated that he hasn't been able to move on and enjoy a better life like he planned to months back. he's still .... hopelessly stupid around you. he doesn't ask love advice to anyone, but of course Erwin and Hange somehow can sniff something is brewing

he doesn't take their advice, they're too... sappy. and cringe. maybe. he's questioning himself a lot. is it cringe? it IS cringe. is it? or is he just not used to romancing? Erwin and Hange definitely have more experience in this, so maybe he can ... try one of their advices.

You’re stuck on pantry duty with the rest of your squad, when Levi walks up behind you quietly.

“You really oughta change how you clean your furniture,” he says, deadpan as ever. “Dusting’s not always enough. You’ve gotta wipe it down with a damp cloth.”

He’s got that same unreadable expression plastered on his face, but inside, Levi reminds himself, smile, dammit. So, one second after he finishes his sentence, he does. Briefly. A second later, he regrets everything.

You catch the sudden smile out of the corner of your eye, and get a bit concerned. That smile was ominous for some reason.

“Got it. I’ll grab a cloth, Captain.”

“Good.” He clears his throat. He needs to bail before this gets more awkward. “Keep that in mind. Maybe then your quarters will look better next time I check.”

And just like that, it hits you. When he dropped by your room yesterday, he must’ve clocked every stain and speck of dust with those hawk eyes of his. He’s definitely calling you out.

“Sorry, Captain,” you mutter, already halfway to the supply closet. He stiffens at your apology.

“I’m not—” he starts, but you’re gone. He exhales hard, dragging a hand down his face before stalking off down the hall.

To hell with Hange’s idea. Never again.

the next day, Hange asks him if their plan worked or not, and Levi just says "dont ask" frustratedly and leaves quickly, still embarrassed to the bone.

but it seems the God of Love is merciful with him.

another opportunity comes when Levi spots you from across the mess hall. some cadet collides into you, splashing some of his black coffee over your crisp white uniform. he doesn’t move, just watches, his eyes narrowing like he might burn a hole through the poor kid. you talk with the cadet for a moment, clearly upset, then walk off, heading toward your table with a stormy expression

you pass his table without noticing him. he considers saying something. maybe offering help. but how? would that make him look stupid? sticking his nose where it doesn't belong? he’s halfway through overthinking it when you start getting farther away

then by some ridiculous miracle, you stop, turn around, and walk back toward him. he looks up, caught off guard as you offer a sheepish smile

“Sorry to bother your lunch, Captain,” you say, gesturing to the fresh stain on your chest, “but, uh… do you have any tips for getting coffee out of white?”

This is it. His shot. Blow it, and there won’t be a next one.

“…I do,” he says after a beat, voice level. “Meet me in the laundry room after lunch. I’ll show you how to do it yourself.”

You light up at that, more than he expected. And when you nod and walk off again, looking oddly pleased, he lets the corners of his mouth turn up, just slightly.

that afternoon, he has a very pleasant time cleaning your uniform with you, that Erwin feels spooked when Levi passes by him with a ghost of a smile

[neilsbeloved]

what do you think Clark and a super bossy girlfriend would be like??

MMHHHMMMM clark is alr used to being bossed around soo it wouldn’t be much change 🥴 (mild 18+ @ the end)

for context: clark grew up surrounded by women with a variety of personalities (martha, lana, chloe, alicia, lois among others) so i personally think clark wouldn’t mind having a super bossy gf especially when he’s used to following a woman’s every word down to the letter

clark with a bossy gf… knows how to shut up with just one look. a glare, or a narrow of your eyes, yep… he’s shutting up before he gets on your bad side. fuck winning an argument, he’d let you win all of them. (almost all, he usually wins 1-2 of em)

clark with a bossy gf… is definitely the laidback type when it comes to dates. as much as clark loves planning lunch dates and movie nights, it doesn’t hold a candle to when you email him a literal itinerary for a four-hour evening date after work; or when you show him a powerpoint of destinations for a road trip he mentioned while the two of you were cuddling in bed

it overwhelms him, yes, but he’s staring at you with lovesick puppy dog eyes every time you drag him on a date you planned

clark kent with a bossy gf… is your personal therapist. being bossy probably has way more downs than it has ups, clark knows that very well from watching you. so when you don’t have much friends to let your feelings out to, clark is more than willing to hear every bit of happiness, sadness, randomness, and even frustration that you have about your stupid co-worker michael. best believe clark listens to every word too

clark kent with a bossy gf… gets shy when you ask him to try on a piece of clothing in the middle of the store. you love him and all his flannel-wearing but god help you if you had to take one more day seeing a big red flannel longsleeve on your boyfriend’s buff body. literally fifty percent of clark’s new clothes is from you taking him on a shopping spree with your new paycheck.

clark thinks you do it for him but really you do it for you. like, clark kent wearing a fitted white tank top? yeah, the store can take every penny

clark kent with a bossy gf… wakes up to a fully organized kitchen with plates of pancakes and bacon, or to you just arriving after a quick drive to the market to get him some breakfast. either way, you always make sure he’s stuffed and full before going to work. of course, on occasion, you serve him his favorite breakfast too. you

clark kent with a bossy gf… is the biggest baby and it’s your fault. you make sure to always have everything prepared and ready. he doesn’t even need to think about anything else when he’s with you because whatever’s happening, you’re already on it.

as much as clark’s this big strong red-blue superhero, to you he’s just your journalist-slash-farmer boyfriend who’s too nice to tell a diner server that they gave him the wrong order

in the bedroom… clark’s still letting you boss him. only this time he has a lot more leverage especially with you being a pillow princess and everything. every word, every whimper, every request—he’s doing it all. whatever and however you want, clark’s already on it before you can even do so much as catch your breath.

the only downfall you have inside the bedroom is that clark wants you to tell him. he wants you to tell him every nasty single detail you want him to do to you before he actually does. sounds easy, right? not when he’s fucking you hard enough that your words slur and you can’t even string a proper sentence together.

yep… balls deep into you and clark’s in your ear, asking you: “how’d you want me baby? c’mon, talk to me, should i go faster? harder? tsk i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me baby.”

so i say yummy for clark kent with a bossy gf 🙂‍↕️

[sylusgworl]

(INVOLUNTARILY) GAWKING ft. xavier

notes: fluff, fem!reader, housemates!au, pre-relationship situation, reader is awkward, xavier tries at flirting (and kinda fails),

a/n: it's too hot outside to properly function so my brain birthed this fic, uh enjoy ig - wrote this in like 15 mins (my study break) so it yet to be proofread. wc: 857 . rbs are very appreciated <3

m.list

it is infact not alright when it's 37 °C outside (about 100 F) and you are living with a (male) housemate.

nope, you no way you were going full on nude in front of xavier, nope. you'd rather die from the heat. although, at some point the heat became so unbearable any insane thought became completely rational.

“ugh it's so hot,” you groaned while stretching on the sofa, the shorts and tank top feeling sticky against your skin.

oh, right, the ac refused to turn on for some reason, and the fan was broken, apparently one of its blades had snapped off and it just stopped functioning correctly.

xavier cocked his head out of his room, a pearl of sweat sliding down his temple until it fell in a bead down from his chin.

he had it way worse, his wide shorts just right above the knee and a white t-shirt... just the sight of that made you sweat.

“it's alright [name], i've just ordered another one, it'll be delivered in a couple of hours,” his soft voice angelically carried the glad tidings, except you felt even more desperate and exhausted.

more hours of that inferno.

you closed your eyes. maybe a short nap would help take you out of that dread. minutes passed and... nope it was too hot to sleep.

you sat up and headed for the kitchen. there, a sight made you stop in your tracks. an unexpected one.

xavier leaned against the counter, shirtless, while drinking a can of chilled soda. his toned muscles seemed to shine under the natural light of the sun, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with each sip.

he didn't seem to notice you, so that gave you a chance to observe him for a while longer.

he was attractive alright.

you'd been housemates for about a month, but your schedules never aligned in a way that you'd be that often in each other's presence, so you'd never actually paid attention to xavier's presence around you.

you just thought having a man as a flatmate had too many downsides for your liking, but still accepted him as you really needed someone to split the rent with.

“oh, you're here,” his calm tone slowly carried you out of your trance.

xavier put down his soda and turned to face you, but then noticed his bare chest so he crossed his arms against it and swiftly turned around, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

“oh how long have you been there? i'm sorry, i didn't realise...”

“no no, it's alright haha... i've been here for a while, i didn't mean to stare,” you stretch your hands forward in a defensive way, “but! i was going anyway...” you trailed off and ran away in a jiffy, heart thumping and a familiar warmth in your face.

shit. did i just get caught gawking?

you bit your lip in frustration and closed the door to your bedroom before plopping onto the carpeted ground.

dignity gone, you started planning your move-out. because, how could you even face him after that.

desperation aside, two hours went by, and except for the heat and the embarrassing scene from earlier replaying in your head every time you closed your eyes, nothing eventful happened.

“[name]?” a voice called out to you, followed by a knock.

you hesitated but still got closer to the door. “is she asleep?” a voice mumbled from the other side, so you nervously opened up.

xavier's watchful blue eyes were the first to meet your surpised - not really - gaze.

your heart leaped to your throat, you cleared your voice. “y-yes?” oh god, how awkward.

“i just wanted to tell you, the new fan has just been delivered,” he pointed to the living room.

“i already installed it, i think the maintenance is coming to fix our ac in about a day or two,” he said, trying to keep a neutral tone while scratching the back of his head.

your eyes involuntarily jumped to his flexed arm and you had to call each and every atom of your self-control to avert your gaze and stop staring.

“oh! that's... great! yeah!” you answered, a bit to excitedly. you hoped it sounded as natural as possible, embarrassment from a couple of hours prior still holding you captive.

xavier nodded and turned around, walking a few steps. then, as if he'd remembered something, he stopped and turned around.

you'd only now noticed a small bag he was carrying in his hand. he then offered it to you.

“here, since i've put the fan in the living room, use this if it's too hot at night,” and off he went, as soon as you grasped it.

closing the door behind you, you unpacked the gift(?) only to find a mini desk fan. how adorable, you thought with a smile, thinking of xavier's attentiveness, as warmth spread across your chest from gratefulness... and maybe something else.

a small paper fell out, so putting the object aside, you opened it.

i'm sorry for making you feel embarrassed earlier. also, i didn't say you couldn't look, you can stare as much as you want.

you gulped. oh.

© sylusgworl - 2025, all rights reserved / i don't allow anyone to copy, repost on other platforms or sell my works.

[littlexbunni]

Hello!!! Congrats on 500 followers! 🥳 Can't wait to see you grow more and what the future has in store for you 💕💕💕 I'd like to request Yeosang prompt 22 with a time stamp of like 2 or 3AM thank you 🙇🏻‍♀️

500 followers event // m.list

prompt 22: “It’s a bit frustrating how oblivious you are.” // time stamp [2 AM]

warnings: none, reader being fresh to yeoyeo, reader gropes the bouncer (accidentally!!!), are we surprised that this is over 200 words lol…

notes: thank you so much for this request, i have to be honest, it took me a while to get a feel for this request, so i hope it turned out okay! also, i think i kind of left it on a cliff hanger? idk should i continue this?

“I said I don’t need your help,” You cross your arms, shivering against the cool breeze outside the door of the club- the steady beat of the incline towards the climax of the song before the drop vibrated through the brick wall you leaned against. “I can make it home by myself.”

“You’re drunk,” Yeosang said simply, his stance wide as if to keep you from darting around him. He wore a gray-washed jean jacket over a black turtleneck that was tucked into baggy black pants. If he was cold, he didn’t let it show. “And you grabbed the bouncer’s chest making honking noises.”

“I thought he was San!! Anyone can make that honest mistake!” You defended yourself, throwing your hands up. The silence between you lasted a few moments as you stared right back at him, boldly lifting your chin and unwilling to yield. Yeosang just sighed, closing his eyes and pinching his nose.

“You’re lucky she called me,” He frowned, his voice conveying his concern. “This could have ended very badly.”

“I don’t even know why you came,” You said bitterly, toeing the gravel underneath you. “You’re busy and this place is out of your way from your usual route home.”

“It’s a bit frustrating how oblivious you are.” Yeosang said under his breath, wondering how long he would have to keep making it obvious that he was in love with you. He didn’t hesitate and he didn’t question anything when your friend called to come get you because of your drunk shenanigans that could result in your friend group being kicked out. He would have come anyway, even if it was five thousand miles out of his way.

“What?” You asked, stepping closer to hear him better. To be honest, your vision was dancing from the alcohol and your hearing has been muffled from the loud music.

“Nothing,” He hummed, holding out an arm. “Let me take you home.”

Something in his eyes stopped you from protesting against him, something that you swore was just your imagination. Something like he cared for you, the kind of care that derives from love. It had to be all in your head, because what are the chances that he actually loved you back?

[poetictarot]

[PAC] Them Again?!! Girl...

Do you seem to keep thinking of them? No matter how much you try to move on? I know it can get frustrating if you feel like you’re still attached to someone you feel like you shouldn’t be. So, this reading aims to unpack a bit of that frustration, and nudge you in the most authentic direction. As always though, the power is in yourself and not in the cards. What you choose to do is completely up to you. Additionally, the messages for this reading got very specific. So, if none of the messages resonate, this is not the reading for you today. Choose the photo that appeals to you first—or the most—then scroll down to the corresponding reading. Thank you so much for your time and energy <3

[ PILE 01 ]

You are no longer attached to them. This is because you are determined to release the burdens that came with your relationship to them. So, stay determined to keep them out of your life. Specifically, they had a sort of double standard towards you. They expected you to behave a certain way while not owning up to their own words. You saw clearly through the illusion and the deceit, that this person had no sense of integrity, and was constantly lying first before anything else. Honestly, the only reason they keep popping up in your head sometimes is because they want to come back to you. Their broken ego is pulling on you. I know this is just a tarot reading, but if this is resonating, do not let them back in because a) you want nothing to do with them, b) they have hurt you so much already, and c) they will not change and have not changed. 

You do not have to keep dealing with that, you do not have to keep cleaning up after them, figuratively or otherwise. This person made you feel crazy for being honest about your emotions and your boundaries. I’m getting heavy gaslighting vibes from them. Because you have to understand you are not crazy. Especially if you say no. You are not crazy for saying no. This person has likely tried to convince or coerce you into saying otherwise…which is insane to me. They were the one acting out of line. This was someone completely mistreating you and undermining your worth. 

The key to this situation is choosing yourself and your freedom. Sometimes, the key is destroying the door completely, no longer giving them any chance to reach you. If they still want to be friends, do not allow them that. Or if they still have means to contact you, block them. It will be the most thrilling thing to just finally be yourself again, without restraint. Reclaim yourself, and reclaim yourself as many times as you need and want. You have a sense of self stronger than you believe. You have the brilliant ability to cooperate with your strengths and weaknesses, your fears and your hopes. It’s not even about how this situation made you stronger because you have always been strong. You have always been intelligent and capable. Sometimes you don’t even have to give the situation or this person any credit at all. There’s no lesson to learn except for the one that teaches you about your irreplaceable worth. 

A song for you: Doubtful by Gregory and the Hawk  “It’s a step in the right direction / it’s a tough and final decision…”  [ PILE 02 ]

You are still attached to them, because knowing them changed you. Although you did the work independently and grew on your own terms, you’d admit that you wouldn’t be the same had you not known this person. You built your sense of self alongside them. The same is true for your person, who also admits that knowing you changed them for the better. I have a feeling you’ve known them for a long time, or they came at a very significant point in your life where you were starting out to realize who you were. Again, this person feels similarly. They will always feel and remember the impact of your presence in their life. In a profound sense, you’re unforgettable to them. This is probably why you still have a deep affection or fondness for them, because of the role they played in your life. This attachment doesn’t feel like something toxic, or bad at all tbh. There’s just a lingering sadness that you don’t want to admit to because you seem to be forcing yourself to move on. 

You believe it to be the more rational decision to completely forget this person, and I understand why. You’re moving into a new part of your life where you can’t afford to keep carrying emotional baggage. Where you have more ambitions, more responsibilities, and more successes ahead of you. But I feel like you’re forcing it to all to disappear too quickly, when it’s not meant to. There’s no pressure to let go of this person emotionally or mentally. It’s kind of like forcing yourself not to overthink will just lead to more overthinking. Ignoring the fondness or the memories can slowly build unnecessary resentment. Which is a much heftier baggage of emotion. 

I don’t mean this to say you have to return to them, because I do see that that’s not what you want to do. I have the feeling that you both separated from each other because both of you grew so much that it was just time to part ways. Both of you seem very mature, and so the ending was mature as well, though maybe a bit difficult. But you can accept the love you had for them without needing to go back—to them, to the relationship, to the past.

You can move on, but you do not need to forget them completely. You’re allowed to remember. You’re not weak for remembering. The past is in the past and yes, it can stay that way. You know how to differentiate nostalgia from the memory, anyhow. So let your memories nourish you, even for just a bit. 

A song for you: Butterflies (feat. Tim Bernardes) by Liana Flores “Waiting for the day we turn the page for good / You and I are butterflies / Flying, leaving chrysalis behind….”  [ PILE 03 ]

You still seem to be attached to this person because they made you feel happy, accepted, and seen. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. It’s likely that you don’t usually feel safe to feel your own emotions. It’s possible you don’t open up very much to anyone at all—but you opened up to them. They made you feel so safe it felt unbelievable. If the one person you trusted, turned you down or rejected you in some way, of course it hurts. Especially if they didn’t do so in the most caring way.

It’s not like they’re a bad person, and you’re not taking the rejection personally either. But still, you wish and you hope just a little bit; even though you know you shouldn’t. Emotions are not rational, and you’re not acting from those emotions anyhow. But it’s like you’re back to square one…back to the walls, back to the guardedness. And it’s all the more confusing…because I have the feeling that they still want to be your friend, or connect to you in one way or another. 

This is honestly a really difficult situation. What you’re trying to process is not easy to process at all, and you shouldn’t ignore how much this is hurting you. Yes, and how much it hurts you to keep talking to them. This is why you’re not as open as you used to be, this is why they’ve observed you talk differently now. This is why they may have said you’ve changed. You may wonder, constantly, how they feel. But how they feel is not the point.

You really need to let go of them, you really do, and that won’t happen if you continue to hold them as tightly in your heart as you do. But try not to make any impulsive decisions either. You don’t even need to make a choice right now. Just… rest. You need to save your energy for your own joy… I know you’ve been making choice after choice, being as decisive as possible. But you need a break. Innovate new dreams, new wishes, and yes, ones without this person. Yes, you felt what you felt for them, but start admitting to yourself that you’re letting it go. Whatever you need to tell yourself, tell it now. The realest thing you need to admit to yourself right now, admit it. Then surrender.

More than anything, do what it takes to stop the hurting. Even though I’m skeptical of the word “healing,” it can still arrive. Your heart will heal, even if it doesn’t happen overnight. Commit to letting this go…then your own life & the whole world begins to open up to you.

A song for you: Love Again by Carly Rae Jepsen “Time will take you back to believing / You’ll learn to love again.”

[hazard-haze]

Eddie and Volt headcanons (no player)

Soooooo

My brain has decided this shit is my new hyperifxation

And that these are my new comfort characters

But I heard that everyone was getting a hate ending with them and guess who got friendship with them first tryyyyyy! So uh, skill issue/j heres some headcanons for ya'll :)

-He doesn't do it often because he knows Eddie hates it, but Volt can 110% pick up Eddie and will abuse this power if he needs to

-Eddie is Volt's anger translator. It usually goes something like this:

Volt: "We are sorry you weren't satisfied with our service, but this is the best we can do and I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

Eddie *passing by behind him*: "Pay your fucking tab and get out!"

-Volt cannot keep his hands still, he tries to play it off suave-ly (?) by just tapping his fingers and running his hand through his hair repeatedly but when he gets really excited or angry about something he will wave his hands with big, fast, eccentric gestures.

-Volt wears eyeliner, sometimes Eddie helps him put it on.

-Eddie is very talented at most things he does, fixing, building, mixing drinks (he can even do some tricks with shakers), and there's a plethora of odd things he's picked up throughout the years. However this makes him get pretty frustrated when things don't work out the first couple times he attempts something. While not the main reason, this is part of why he was so frustrated and irritable during most of his main plot. Volt sometimes has to remind him that it's okay to not have everything figured out immediately, or pull him from his work if he's starting to stress out or exhaust himself too much.

-On the topic of pulling Eddie from his work, that is a feat. Volt full well knows he can't just ask Eddie to take a break, usually he has to either ask him to do something easier as a favor, or blame the break on himself.

"Oh Eddie, I know your in the middle of something but could you wipe the bar down? I have no time before we open."

"Eddieeeee, I have no one to watch the new season of Cougar vs Cougar with! Would you take a break to and come watch it with me? Please! Just for a little bit! Just one episode!" (They got through like 2 1/2 before Eddie passed tf out)

-Oh yeah, Volt loves reality TV and Eddie pretends to not be at least a little invested.

-Eddie can draw. Volt cannot. Volt is very jealous of Eddie in this regard.

-Infodumpingggggggg. They infodump to one another without even realizing it, it is so much of how they communicate. They will ramble and bounce ideas off each other, mostly about the club but about other stuff too.

-On the flip side. They can also communicate by saying pretty much nothing, just through brief glances. I think it would partly be because they are literally split from the same thing but it's more in that way when you widen your eyes slightly at your bestie and that equates to like a full paragraph of text.

-Eddie is short af, Volt is tall af.

-Volt makes fun of Eddie for being short

-Like seriously ya know that audio that's like "I know we don't always see eye to eye" "that because your too short to do so"

-Eddie will get revenge. He can kick/punch really hard but he can also come up with some other very clever ways of revenge. Do not mess with the guy who has access to the tools.

-Neither of them really like just hard liquor. Volt likes sweeter drinks and Eddie likes quality craft beers. If either sees the other drinking something like scotch/whiskey they can usually assume somethings wrong.

-Volt has sooooo many ideas for the club, several of which are not exactly... possible. Eddie has to be the one to break the news to him that No Volt we can't break down the retaining wall of the bar and turn it into an inanimal fish tank. Why? Because without it the roof would collapse!

-Volt's love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

-Eddie's love language is acts of service.

-Going deeper into that, Volt loves physical touch, as previously mentioned. Eddie however does not. But they make it work, Eddie can tell when Volt needs a hug or just to have someone next to him, Volt can tell when Eddie is getting overstimulated or just needs space.

-They both have their ears pierced. Volt did it for both of them.

-Eddie actually quite likes talking to people, I mean he's definitely tended the bar at some point, he just doesn't like talking to annoying people. He's sarcastic and his humor is a bit deadpan and he's more reserved, but he 100% can be very funny and hold conversations very well with patrons and even better with friends.

-That being said, bro does not chat while he works on maintenance. If anyone, including Volt, is working with him, he isn't saying shit unless its telling them what to do, or looking over their work. If someones lucky they get a "Good job."

-Neither have ever been a fan of the dark, but they especially would not be after the black out.

-They both hate silence, I mean they work in a night club, at this point it just feels unnatural.

-Kinda already mentioned this but Volt gets quiet angry and Eddie gets loud angry. If Volt goes silent, you know you fucked up. On the opposite end, it will sometimes be assumed that Eddie is mad because he's being quiet but that just how he is, if Eddie actually is properly yelling you know he's upset.

-Nerve damage babyyyyyy. It is all up Eddie's arms, contributes to why he's not super touchy because his arms get that awful pulling, itchy, pain when something touches them.

-Volt can get some nasty fatigue. The electricity fluctuates? Bro is immediately drained, head rush, migraine, the whole shabang.

-Not really headcanon but neither of them are good at admitting they need help or at accepting it when its offered.

-They both know each others triggers tho, and make sure to tell the other to rest when they need to. Neither take their own advice.

-Eddie hyperfocuses like crazy. If he sits down with his tools, something to fix and no one around he will not move from that spot for hours.

-Volt is always jumping from project to project, person to person, never slowing down. There's a lot to do in the breaker box and he is more than happy to juggle all of it.

-Both of them forget to sleep because of these facts. and eat (do they eat?). and talk to other things. and talk to each other. and-

-They would be cat people. Volt has definitely brought up getting an inanimal from Mateo but Eddie is always hesitant (even though he would 100% end up loving it to bits if they got one)

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Ya'll I think I'm a loser. Instead of being out on a night off I am sitting in my bedroom writing headcanons about an actual breaker box in a dating sim that I'm not even attracted to, I just think their silly. What is my life T-T

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Personally, I don't think Ragatha was all that mean or unreasonable to Jax.

Something I've learned from experience is you can't always give people 100% patience and kindness all of the time. Sometimes when you try to show that what they did upset you in a calm way it gets misunderstood as: "it doesn't really bother them that much" or worse the person genuninely thought you JOKING like Pomni said:

"Jerk" isn't really the word I'd use. I'd say expressing proper feelings and boundaries. Sometimes you need to let it show, even just a little how much someone's behavior genuninely affects you before they really understand.

These are all Ragatha's genunine feelings that she has every right to express. Could she have been nicer about it? Maybe. But we all slip up sometimes and frankly, expecting someone to handle every situation with 100% logic, and maturity is unreasonable, to say the least. In addition, the fact that she does not usually express her true feelings like this means she's going to be inexperienced, which leads to mistakes. And she is fully aware that she slipped up and let too much slip out. Again, maybe it was harsh, but this might be something Jax needs to hear.

Frankly I thought the maid dress thing was more mean to Jax than anything Ragatha said.

Its interesting though that Ragatha actually did reference Jax's friend. It was a jab out of frustration. That was a bit too far and yet, that was the main thing she apologizes for... not for expressing how she really feels.

What I'm trying to say is sometimes in life you need to let some frustration or anger show in order to get your feelings across to people and its very hard to do that without slipping up and saying too much but sometimes it needs to be done.

For the record I don't dislike Jax or anything he's an interesting character.

[fi1iat3rra3]

DI!Leon takes his gf shopping to get her a new dress :p age gap (reader is 22+, Leon is late 30s), this was gonna be sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship but it kinda strayed from that so now they're just an age gap duo. kinda public sex? They fuck in a dressing room. Leon is super sweet but also a little bit of a needy asshole. Also not strongly proofread cuz I'm js trying to pump out some writing at the moment while I wait to get a new laptop to write other and better things.

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Leon hums, sitting outside the dressing room of the high-end store he'd brought you to. You needed a new dress to accompany him to a friend's wedding, so he offered to take you shopping on his day off. Leon enjoyed things like this. He got to see you get all pretty, you got spoiled. A good deal for him, considering he got to show you off whenever he pleased.

You'd been trying on dresses for ten minutes. He found each of them perfect, but you couldn't find the right one for you. He didn't understand why the pretty red one with the open back wasn't perfect, but he didn't rush your comfort.

"Honey, you okay in there?" He called out after hearing a frustrated grunt.

"Fine!" You called back, only to groan lightly.

"That didn't sound 'fine'." He frowned, standing up and gently knocking on the door to your changing stall. You covered yourself up, huffing lightly. You opened the door and peeked out at him. "Do you want help?"

"No. This one just has too many strings. I'm just gonna try on the next one." You shook your head. Leon tilted his head before leaning in to press a small kiss to your lips.

"I can help if necessary."

"You're just trying to get a look." You rolled your eyes as him playfully as you stepped back and closed the stall door.

Leon laughed lightly, knowing you were partially right. He stepped back, sitting back down. A minute or so passed before you stepped out again. This time, you wore a soft pink floor-length dress with a halter neck that exposed the majority of your back. Leon could've sworn he'd pounce right then and there if you weren't in public. He stood up, taking a step closer.

"This one is too open for a wedding. It shows too much." You said, gesturing to the back and the slit in the thigh.

"Well, I like this one." He said, stopping right at your side to lay his hand over your back, finding your waist just beneath the fabric of the dress. "I'll get this one for our next date night. Do you like it?" He asked, watching you inspect yourself through the mirror.

"It's pretty. Just not for the wedding. So I think it'd be good for date night." You looked up at him, but his eyes were practically glued to your body in the reflection of the mirror.

"Set this one aside, and we'll keep trying things on." He said, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips. This one was longer, slightly less tender than the short one from earlier.

You nodded, returning the kiss before stepping back into the changing room.

You went through four more dresses before you groaned, calling for Leon to help you. You unlocked the door, and he carefully slipped in, ensuring nobody saw. Leon would soon thank the gods that this place had an obnoxiously loud speaker system and very little business.

"I can't get this one up." You said, holding your hair out of the way to show him your back so he could see the stuck zipper of the dress.

"You're certainly getting me up." Leon snickered, happily accepting the little seat you gave his arm. He reached out and carefully zipped up the back of the dress, laying his hand on your hip and spinning you around to get the full view of the dress. "Mm, this one is nice. You like it?" He asked, his eyes roving shamelessly over your body. The dress had a v-neck with thin straps and a slit in the thigh. The color was a deep shade of blue, which Leon found to be perfect. It wasn't too revealing, it wasn't too bride-y, and it made you look absolutely lovely.

"I do like this one. I think we can do this one. Their wedding colors are all blue and silver, no?" You hummed, looking up at him with a small grin. He nodded.

"Blue and silver." He confirmed. "You.." Leon sighed. "You look so good. Like a Goddess to be worshipped." He praised, his hands wandering up and down your waist and hips before one hand came to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. His other hand dipped lower, palming your ass with a grip that completely contrasted the gentleness of his other hand over your jaw. He stepped closer, making you step back and lean against the corner of the dressing room.

"Mm, Leon.." You barely spoke, his lips silencing your words as he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Just some kissing. Promise. And then I can behave." He mumbled, a full lie leaving his lips. Leon planned to take you right in the dressing room.

"Leon, we're in public." You tried to reason, but he didn't listen. He trailed his lips along your jawline, coming down to your neck and finding your pulse point to nip and kiss at. His hand found its way under the slit of the dress, venturing further to find the hem of your panties. He grinned as he felt the lace, lifting his head.

"You wore the set?" He teased, recognizing the lace to be the white lingerie set that he'd bought you a couple of weeks ago.

"No, I-i just.." you sputtered, swallowing harshly as you looked up at him.

"Mm, you look so pretty when you get all flustered like this. So.." his breath hitched as he examined your current state. Flushed cheeks, slightly pleading eyes, goosebumps running rampant over your skin, and the way your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. "So perfect. And it's all for me." He lightly bit his lip, leaning back in to connect with your lips in a desperate kiss.

You whined, back arching slightly as his hand found his way between your legs and under your panties. His index finger started slow, teasing you by avoiding that bundle of nerves that he knew would make your knees give out. He used his free hand to lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and using his hips to pin you against the wall completely. He groaned lightly as he pressed further, his cock twitching at the feeling of being pressed against you. He pulled his hand back, making you whine louder.

"Shh. Don't forget where we are. You need to be quiet." He said, grasping at your hips and adjusting the position so that the bulge in his jeans lined up perfectly to grind against your heat. The clothing barrier frustrated him, but at the same time, he found it exciting. The warmth, so close, yet so far, it drove him crazy. He moved his hips just right to give himself the friction that he liked.

"Leon, please, I-i can't.." You gasped lightly, your hands finding his in an effort to ground yourself.

"Can't what? Can't stay still? Can't take it? Can't be quiet? Those are all lies. You're so good for me, baby. I know you can take it. You take me so well." He ground his hips with more fervor, hissing as he felt his tip grind against your clit through his jeans. You whimpered.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the side of your neck as he let his hand find the waistband of your panties. He shifted slightly, slipping his hand into the lace to find its way down. Instead of teasing and taunting, his index finger found your clit, making you choke out a gasp of pleasure.

"Shh," he hushed, bringing his head back to press his lips to yours to swallow up the sounds you'd make. "Go ahead and relax for me. I've got you." He soothed, sensing the tension in your thighs and hips. He knew you had doubts with being held so lazily, but he loved holding you like this.

His fingers slipped further down, spreading your arousal along your folds and getting his fingers wet. He hoped it'd be enough to act as a natural lubricant. Slowly, almost as if he'd calculate his own moves, his fingers sank into the heat of your pussy. Two fingers to start, his thumb focusing on your clit. His lips ventured downwards again, finding their way to the v-neck of the dress.

He soothed you with hushed praises, gentle kisses, and the eventual movement of his fingers. Another choked whimper filled the changing stall, and he had to bring his other hand to cover your mouth. Your hands found his biceps, grasping onto him for dear life out of fear that your legs would give out and he'd drop you.

"Just relax. It feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered, keeping his hand over your mouth as he watched you nod, your breath shaky against his hand. "I'd never drop such a beautiful thing like yourself." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the column of your throat before his fingers sped up slowly. He played around with angles for a moment until he found that spongy spot inside you, which made your legs weak. He used his hips to keep you from falling as your legs loosened, your body practically turning to mush as you bucked your hips against his fingers. Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes, making your lash line watery.

Leon uncovered your mouth, leaning in to kiss you for the millionth time as he massaged that spot inside of you while his thumb found your clit again, causing you to jolt and let a sound akin to a cry leave your lips, only for his to muffle it as he kept going. His own hips bucked against your ass to seek his own bit of pleasure. Just before you could warn him about your climax, your body hurled forward to grasp onto him. Tension reached a peak, your nails dug into the fabric of his buttondown shirt, and your head found its way to bury into his neck. His hand covered your mouth again, barely muffling the noises in time for him to keep pleasing you throughout your orgasm.

His fingers eased and slowed to a stop, retracting from your soaked hole as he used his wet fingertips to tease your clit, making you shake your head and whimper from overstimulation.

"You did so good for me." He praised softly, slowly easing you back down to your feet. You thought he was done, that maybe he'd wait to have his fun at him. "So damn good that I think you deserve more of a reward." He grinned, that cocky grin that he got whenever he knew he would get to have more of you. His hands practically shot down to his belt, undoing it along with his button and zipper.

"Leon, wait, I-i can't-" you tried to protest, but once his pants and boxers were tugged down just enough to let his cock spring free, he leaned down and lifted you again, this time turning you around and helping you bend over the small chair in the dressing room.

"You can take it. You're okay, right? If anything happens, I'll fix it. Nobody will catch us. Even if they do, they'd be honored to see such a perfect woman. I just can't wait, baby." He huffed, positioning himself behind you and arching over your body to kiss along your back wherever the dress didn't cover. He brought his hands to lift the dress, pressing his hips against your ass and guiding his length to press against the soaked panties that he'd already ruined for the day. He ground himself against the warmth, his hands holding your hips at just the right angle before he moved the panties aside and let his tip find the warmth of your folds.

"Oh, fuck, I could be done just from this. You're so warm and perfect. So ready for me. You got ruined from my fingers and your pussy is already crying for more." He panted, shifting his hips just barely to find the right angle before he slipped inside with no issue. He practically choked on his own air, bottoming out with such ease that he hadn't felt before.

"Fuck! Leon!" You whimpered and gasped as your head fell forward to rest on the wall as you felt him savor the feeling.

"Feels so good, baby. Just be good and quiet for me, 'kay? Just.. mm, lemme feel you. You're so fuckin' ready. All wet and relaxed. Even more than usual. It's almost like you want to be fucked in public. Is that what my baby wants? To be shown off like a toy?" He inhaled sharply as he slowly pulled back less than an inch before he pushed back in. He repeated the tiny thrusts, allowing you to fully adjust. "Answer me."

"N-no! No, I don't want.." you gasped, nails digging into the arms of the chair. "I don't want anyone to see. No-nobody but you.." you sniffled, lifting your head to look back at him. "Please, I need you so bad. I-ive been so good, haven't I? Been s-so ready.." your thighs trembled, hands tensed, and your core squeezed him with a new kind of determination.

"Mm, such a good girl. All for me. My sweet girl, so eager just to get a quick fuck." He laughed lightly, pulling his hips back all the way, leaving just the tip, and then easing back inside. He watched as your body tried to squirm and melt away, clearly overwhelmed, but he kept your hips upright. He kept the slow strokes until he leaned over your back again and sped up, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot. His left hand covered your mouth as he kept going, his right hand snaking around front to test how much you could handle. His fingers found your clit, and his hand tightened it's grip to avoid letting too much noise out.

"You're so loud. I thought I said to be quiet." Leon made a small 'tsk' sound with his tongue, shaking his head as he sped up his thrusts and his circling of your clit.

Muffled into his palm, you cried about how you couldn't handle it, how you wouldn't last. He just kept going, pinching and slapping at your clit. Within just a few moments, he felt your core squeeze as a silent cry left your lips. Your body trembled, and he kept going, easing you through your orgasm and chasing his own.

"God, I love that. Feels like you were fucking made for me. Made to take me and to take my cock." He panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy until he buried himself to the hilt, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own pathetic whines of pleasure as he reached his climax. His body trembled above yours, cock twitching as he felt the hot ropes of his release spill into you.

He felt you still shaking, so he kept his hands on your hips as he pulled back, leaning upright to watch the mess spill out of you. He fixed your panties, giving one more teasing pinch to your clit, only to apologize when you jolted away.

"Shh, you're okay." He cooed, pulling the dress back down to cover you up as he helped you upright. He easded a hand over your back, leaning down to kiss your cheeks and use his free hand to gently wipe away the tears of overstimulation. "You did perfectly. We'll just have to work on how to keep that mouth of yours quiet." He teased, watching as you melted to lean into him, seeking his comfort and energy. "I've got you. Let's grab the other dress and go up front to pay, yeah? I'll have them scan another dress to pay for the one you're wearing." Leon grabbed the other dress, along with the clothes you came here in. He waited until you were fully ready before he guided you out and acted as though the entire store didn't hear a thing, even though they definitely did. You knew you'd never come back here, so he'd just find another dress shop for next time.

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[eldelasuerte]

I found this old comic I had

[maldupay]

people are of course free to feel how they want about things regarding isat and what parts of the story/characters/gameplay etc they like and dislike.. Hell i sure have things i dislike along with all my love for the game. but i feel like a lot of the grievances i've seen about the artbook are just taking something that's clearly a joke too seriously, in an extra content book that's just meant to show some behind the scenes and creators thoughts. Like komaeda's in this book ok lets chill out

[evanescentsun]

[codgod-archive]

i still feel like the money from the egg figures is gonna go to the eggmins, including lumi and shade and anyone else that has left/been fired [maybe with the exception of like, flippa and tilín’s original admins since they were only there for less than a month but who knows]

like i agree that the way quackity is going about things sucks, with his mindset being that because he doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep he won’t say anything at all, but i don’t think it means the eggmins won’t be paid. i’d assume, based on what he’s said, that he’s waiting to see how much money the merch makes before he promises anyone any amount of money. which again. is dumb, because if that is the case he could still just Say That. but i don’t think it’s a baseless assumption at the very least

[arcade-confetti]

Theyre going to think I like canon and purely canon if I keep going on like this

[majorshatterandhare]

I’m thinking about how the Mechs use energy, because they do things and live and therefore they *must* use energy, that’s how physics (and biology) work.

I had the idea that they are always absolutely frigid to the touch because they suck in heat from the environment like an endothermic chemical reaction.

[mars-ipan]

steroids have decided the two emotions for tonight are Gamer Rage and Deep Yearning Sadness