#i also have more cleaning to do later. maybe. i might do that tomorrow or tuesday. depending on how long the quizzes take me tonight

[minhosimthings]

The Elysian Angel || 18+

Synopsis: For the second day of your pact, you make a good friend in a good angel.

Pairing: detective!Jake × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, oral (f receiving), anal sex, switch Jake, slight dom!reader, praise, degradation, p in v sex, dumbification, use of petname 'pup', mention of food and alcohol, Heeseung being an asshole

A/N: My apologies that this took a lot of time. Unfortunately I was travelling and i didn't find time to edit and do all that crap. Also my dumbass wrote the smut on the plane so again, apologies if it is not satisfactory. No I cannot for the life of me praise myself

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The tiny cactus pot near his bedroom window had never seemed more interesting to Jake than now, as he thought over the events that had occured this evening.

Now, hungover and somewhat peckish, Jake thought of his two best friends, a drunk woman, and even more drunker pact. What had he called it? Something with Heeseung and jealousy and whatnot.

Ah yes Heeseung, Jake had a eureka moment, he had cheated on his wife had he not? And she had come to the police precinct and she had beat him in drinking bourbon...yes he remembered now!

Jake sighed to no one in particular as he cuddled into his blanket, watching the way his cactus blocked the shimmering moonlight from entering the room. He was weirdly craving sugar at the moment.

Maybe he should treat Heeseung's wife to his favourite cake tomorrow, he thought, what was her name again? Lee Y/N.

No not Lee, Jake yawned, no she's divorced now, his last thought came as he drifted off to an eager tomorrow.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"So—" Jake leaned on the table, staring into Sunghoon's eyes, "—how was it last night?"

"Heavenly." Sunghoon sighed dreamily into his coffee, "She gave me some advice on how to-."

"I meant the sexual part." Jake chuckled, "You know, the part where your peni-"

"Yeah yeah I got that!" Sunghoon coughed loudly, though there weren't any other officers in the break room at the moment, save for Jay and Jake who had been listening fondly to Sunghoon show off his new coat, "It was... great! Might I add, she can take a lot. And I mean a damn lot." He widened his eyes to maximise the effect.

"Maybe you just have a tiny dick." Jay snickered, which made Jake spill a waring amount of coffee out of his nose.

"Jake what the fuck!" Sunghoon recoiled, as Jake cleaned himself up, still laughing, "Hey don't do that around her alright?" Sunghoon made a disgusted expression, wiping off the coffee from the table.

"So where is she staying right now?" Jay asked, taking the attention away from Jake's sopping wet shirt, "She can't go back to Heeseung's so—?"

"I dropped her off at a friend's." Sunghoon sipped his coffee, relishing the bitter taste of the grinded beans, "And before you ask, Mister lover boy—", Jake laughed raucously at his quip, "Yes she's fine. And weirdly happy too."

"Where is this friend's place?" Jake asked curiously, glancing at Jay who was looking suspiciously at him, "I-I wanted to take her out...for some cake." He finished awkwardly leading the two men to look at him with raised brows.

"What?" Jake scoffed, "Can't I treat a lady to some cake before I- you know."

"Fighting Jongsoeng for the lover boy position Jake?" Sunghoon laughed, "I'm impressed." He took a look at a glaring Jay, which motivated him further, "Her house is on Baker's Street, the second one when you enter."

"Is that really necessary?" Jay questioned, the gravel in his voice was evident, "She never asked you to buy her cake."

"And yet I want to." Jake answered, downing his coffee in one go, before getting up briskly, "See you later boys."

"Um, sir you have files to complete." Sunghoon interrupted, but Jake was faster in striding out the door.

"Do them for me would you Sunghoon?!"

|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|

The atmosphere around the cafe was pleasant, as the cool evening wind blew against your face. The light brown coloured cake sat patiently in front of you, with only a few bite marks decorating it.

"Thank you for taking me here." You said to the man in front of you, who looked up at you with widened brown eyes, before offering a smile.

"No harm in treating a lady is there?" He poked at his own piece of cake with his fork, "I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything before we—" he smiled awkwardly, "—go into the details of the pact."

You felt him internally cringe at what he had said so you quickly diverted the topic. "Do you come here often?" You asked.

Jake's ever present grin appeared again, as he nodded, looking fondly at the small cafe, which smelled like pine trees to you, though perhaps it was from the fact that you were sitting outside. "It's one of my favourite places to come when I need to take a breather."

You smiled at the man's words as you took the last bite of the cake, closing your eyes to taste it properly. It melted right into your mouth, and you savoured the caramel flavour, sweet yet having a tinge of salt in it. You almost felt like you could have-

"What the fuck are you doing with her?"

That voice.

Your eyes burst open, to locate the source of it, the siren like tones which had once intoxicated you, not irritated you. You first landed on Jake, who was looking behind you with a somewhat terrified expression. Whipping your head around you saw him.

Lee Heeseung.

"And might I ask what you are doing here?" You tried to keep yourself calm, reminding yourself it's a public place.

"Y/N, what are you doing with him?" Heeseung's brow was dripping with sweat and his face was formed in a glare. He looked ferocious.

"I'm not your wife anymore Heeseung." You stated calmly, though you were internally fuming, "So please, can you leave us alone?"

"So you're fucking my colleagues now huh?" Heeseung chuckled loudly, catching the attention of a few people around, "Sort of forgives me for just fucking one other girl doesn't it?"

"Forgives you?"

Your voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. It had a tone to it which Jake had never heard before. It was....colder.

"Are you actually being serious, Heeseung?" You laughed, this time it didn't warm Jake's cheeks. It rather broke through his eyes like icicles.

"You don't have even one right to be forgiven. In fact you don't have any!" You scoffed, "I'm surprised you even have the gall to fucking approach me right now, because trust me, if I were you, I would have hid my face in my bedroom until I died." Jake was taken apart by the very new air of you he was seeing, "So please kindly fuck off would you?"

Heeseung's teeth gritted as he glared daggers at Jake, giving you one final, venomous look before spinning on his heel, and angrily stomping away. The sight of it was practically cartoonish.

"Are you alright?" Jake asked from behind you, you turned to see his worried eyes. His voice was the sweet honeyed one you knew well and proper.

"I'm fine, thank you Jake." You gave him a smile, concealing how much the incident had shaken you.

"It's getting dark." Jake lent you an arm which you gladly took, "Shall we head home?"

"Lead the way." You gave him a final grin.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"Do all detectives have such nice looking houses?" You chuckled, looking around Jake's apartment. Though not as homely as Sunghoon's was, it certainly was cozy, giving off the same rustic vibes as the cafe. A maroon divan sat in the corner.

"Was Sunghoon's fairy cottage that beautiful?" Jake chuckled, inviting you to sit beside him on the sofa. "Perhaps its just my preference of cottages." You chuckled, though you certainly had no complaint against Jake's apartment.

"You'd like Jay's house then." Jake said, leaning back against the wall of the sofa. Silence passed for what felt like an hour (though it was only five minutes), until Jake finally spoke up.

"How did Sunghoon ever get you into his bedroom?" Jake asked, startling you from the sudden break of silence, "Because I am extremely nervous right now. But then again—" he grinned, "—Park Sunghoon can get even a cupid into his sheets."

"And you can't?" You quizzed, admiring his features, as he shook his head.

"It's a bit shameful for a man to admit but–" he chuckled darkly, "–at the most I've had two women in my bed."

"Would that make me the third?" You fluttered your lashes at him, making him gulp, "Come on, detective Sim," you smirked, “Don’t you want to play with me?” 

Jake's voice catches in his throat as you lock eyes with him. Your eyes are soft and kind, like usual, but the more he looks, the more he begins to notice a hint of lust glazing them. Neither of you move for a moment, studying each other's expressions. Jake moves closer to you, though not close enough for you.

"Closer, detective." you smirk, pulling him closer to kiss him full on his plump lips. His hands find their way to your waist. He pulls you closer to him, and your legs seem to mindlessly straddle his lap. You can't fight the urge to grind your hips against his pelvis, slowly rocking back and forth.

He groans quietly as the two of you continue to kiss, and you use this opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His saliva has faint tastes of coffee and whiskey.

Jake's fingers mindlessly fiddle with the top button of your blouse, unsure as to whether or not he should undo them. You undo the top one, prompting him to undo the rest. His face is warm and pink as you pull away from the kiss leaving a string of salvia behind, and you can feel his cock harden beneath you as you continue to grind on his lap.

You push your hips into his, his hard-on pushes up into the wet patch on your panties. Slowly, he pushes your skirt down your thighs, and you momentarily stop grinding on him to help take your skirt off. Your bare thighs hover in the cool breeze from the evening. You leaned in for another kiss.

"Wait," Jake stops you, hands rubbing into your waist. With his lusty sinews, Jake picked you up, you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips to secure yourself as he led you into the adjacent room.

"I don't think we should mess my sofa up, eh pup?" The nickname had your core erupting into lava.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"You're so pretty..." Jake whispered into your ear as he lay you down on the bed. His bedroom, though tiny, was spacious enough, for you to collect your mind.

"Let's leave the compliments for later detective." You smiled at him, nipping the bud of his ear with your teeth, "For now, " you whispered seductively, "Shall we begin?"

You could feel Jake's nervousness, from the way his body tensed up. Inexperienced man, you thought, you were about to have a lot of fun.

“Open,” You said, leaning forward and tapping his chin, you were about to take the lead, if he wasn't going to. A woman couldn't have waited all day could she?

Jake complied, easier than you thought, opening his mouth allowing to shove two fingers inside, just like Heeseung had once did to you. He licked and sucked your fingers for two minutes, never breaking eye contact as his spit rolled down your hand. 

“Good boy,” you said, pulling them away as you began to touch yourself. Sitting back on your ass, you rubbed your clit, rubbing his spit into your sensitive button, letting him know how good it felt, how close you were to cumming with his spit on your cunt. You plunged one finger in and then another as you watched him bite his tongue, careful not to let even a small sound slip out. 

You let go of his hand so you could guide his head to where you needed his mouth. Your hands wound tightly into his hair, legs struggling to stay open as you felt the heat of his tongue against your core.

Jake slid it shallowly into your folds. The sensation made you whine and grab his head to push him further. He resisted but soon gave you what you want. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as he tasted you and let a gloriously loud moan vibrate against your center.

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.” you moaned as you felt every bud of his sharp tongue, "G-Good boy...."

You weren't interested in taking it slow tonight, being wet since he had touched you.

He licked a stripe up your vulva, his tongue flat and getting every inch of your pussy till he reached your clit where he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked.

Your back arched on the bed, one hand going straight to his hair as your orgasm quickly built. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he started flicking his tongue against you.

"Fuck...Jaeyun!" You screamed his name out, which built up the fire in him, "You're being so good for me...."

The other hand not threading through his tresses fisted the sheets of his bed tighter as your hips began to roll and grind against his face in circular motions, trying to catch that sensation of his nose bumping against your throbbing clit. Your body had a mind of its own, sinking deeper and deeper into the burning hot abyss of pleasure and reach the high you were quickly ascending to.

But before you could grasp that high properly, you felt a discerning movement.

"Jake!" You cried, suddenly feeling the familiar taste of his tongue leave your walls empty, "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

"Shh, baby." Jake shushes you, which makes you hold your tongue quickly. Jake let's go of one of your thighs and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his zipper and pushing down his pants. He lets out a deep breath again when he finally feels free and without his tight trousers around his hips. Jake looked magnificent as he admired you laying in front of him. Wild, primal thoughts flanked every neuron of his mind.

"Turn on your side for me." He commands you, with lust filled eyes, "Now." He adds as if it's an afterthought. You quickly obliged, finding his tone of voice enamouring you into obeying him. You couldn't wait for what he was about to do.

Jake knows it's wrong, to fuck another man's wife, but fuck—he couldn't help himself, and anyway you had agreed to this. So there he was, hard cock slipping between your thighs as he thrusts his hips slowly, biting his tongue to prevent the guttural groans threatening to escape his lips. Jake's veined hands slip under your bra, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his thrusts grow slightly faster while his hand grasps at your tit tightly, sinfully thankful that Heeseung had given you up.

"F-Fuckkk-" you groaned painfully as Jake slipped into your ass, you needed time to adjust, "Jaeyun wait—"

Your words meant nothing to him as every thrust stretches you to the shape of him, his cock ramming painfully into your cervix with each thrust. He takes you, uses you as his hips bounce against your ass, shaking you with the force of every movement. Your moans grew louder and louder with each thrust, you felt his hot breath against your neck, and yet he didn't stop, only growing more possesive by the second.

"Fucking hell baby." Jake's accented voice tingled against your skin, "such a good pup for me aren't you?"

The sensations of his mere words burn through your core as your toes curl while he fucks into you with such a possessive need that your whole body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure. His obeying tendencies earlier had changed into a much more obsessive one, turning you on even more.

His expression grows almost enamored at how you're squeezing him-tense, as he thrusts into you, balls slapping against your ass at his relentless pace. Hot, searing pleasure makes its way up your spine-emitting a low, almost inaudible, squeal from you as he pinches your clit.

You're constantly on the edge, slipping in and out of consciousness from his assault on your cervix, harsh-angry thrusts punctuating his words.

"Faster—" you moaned, not realising how much his dick was controlling your mind now, "Jaeyun, fuck—faster please...."

"Faster?" Jake's low voice vibrated on your skin as he chuckled, pulling you against him in a brisk fashion, making you cry out in pleasure, "Am I making you feel good baby?" You nodded, not even hearing his words, fuck he was making you feel better than ever.

"Dumb–" one thrust, "—fucking–" the second, "—pup." He accentuated every word clearly.

Your eyes roll back, and he fucks your hips right back on him with his tight grip on them. Even when the rope breaks, and you’re pushed under—thighs shaking in illicit euphoria as you leak around him, he doesn’t stop.

Like some rabid animal, he takes you back in-then out again with his movements—his thoughts becoming scrambled, accentuated with primal, violent pushes and pulls before he’s slamming back in you again as tears gather in your eyes.

"Jaeyun!" You scream again, feeling your cunt throb for even a mere touch of his dick, which was stretching your back out so well, "I want you Jake.. please.." your begging makes it just sweeter for him.

He gulps and kisses you passionate, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. Hands on your waist, he grips you tightly and flips you over onto your back, the skin on your back tickled as it hit the sheets. He grabs his shaft and runs his tip through your folds, teasing your clit a little bit.

"Fuck, Sunghoon was right," he breaths out, "You really can take a lot and nods. Slowly and carefully he starts to push his fat tip against your entrance, pushing and pushing until his tip was in.

He watches your face for any sort of pain or discomfort but sees nothing, so he pushes forward again until you knit your brows together in pain.

"don't stop, fuck." you whisper against his lips, which motivated him further, "Fuck~Jake!" You moaned, as he moved ever so slightly

The man began to move faster, starting a stutter in his hips that ended up colliding against yours forcefully. It hurt you, it was too abrupt, and that feeling remained there even though the pleasure clouded your mind and senses.

Jake leaned over your sweaty, flushed body to get a better angle, you could see his face better and closer.

He had flowing strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, the rest fell on your forehead, tickling you. And his seducing gaze that evaluated each and every one of your expressions, as if he were memorizing them.

You lower your hips slowly before bringing them back up. Jake presses his face against your chest, his own arms moving to wrap around you. His hips move down, fucking into you.

You try to help him as best you can but your thighs are already starting to hurt from being in this position too long.

It didn't seem like Jake minded though. In fact once he notices you’re giving your body up to him he seems to find some super strength because before you know it he’s ramming into you.

His thin lips moved against yours and his tongue made your mouth open to give way to his.

And he was there, kissing you, giving you pleasure and pain, both in a play or duality. His hips were now moving precisely, at a speed that you both enjoyed. His lips dancing over your mouth took away the little breath you had left. The head of his erection began to hit a delicious spot deep in your intimacy that, along with the movement of his thumb squeezing and stretching your clitoris, made your mind blur and spin.

"You can take it," Jake said, noticing your expression, bringing his head down as his tongue swirled over your nipples. Your back arched at the contact, your legs beginning to shake as he brought his hand over to rub on your clit.

Your nails scratched at Jake's back ruthlessly, clawing and taking your way down as you felt the muscles tense underneath your touch. You get your orgasm building up slowly, a dam threatening to burst with every snap of his hips. Your legs began to shake underneath his grasp, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as he buried his head into your shoulder. His cock twitched inside your cunt a couple seconds later, indicating that he was close to his orgasm.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you as he continued to thrust inside of you. His eyes rolled back, his cock shooting out ropes of cum deep into your cunt.

Jake's thrusts came to a slow stop. His hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

"Whiskey?" "By all means."

|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"This—" You took a deep sniff of the liquid, "—is delicious."

"Jay gifted it to me." Jake took a sip from his glass, savouring the burning taste from the bubbling whiskey, "I feel as if our love language is gifting each other alcohol, especially Jay, with all his knowlege in it."

For the second time since the last two days, you couldn't comprehend why Jay's name had made the veins in your heart abruptly stop, like water against the rocks of a seashore. Though you certainly knew of the tiny red ants in your mind which whispered to you, about love and whatnot.

Well, you sighed to yourself, tomorrow was merely hours away.

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[treecakes]

just did some cleaning and now i’m relaxing. later i will take a quiz and do the online portion of one of my finals. and watch natsume :)

[luveline]

wondering what zombie!au Steve might try to do for a sappy romantic surprise.. I feel like he’d get really excited about planning something intimate/small but really meaningful and tooth-rotting sweet.. maybe it’s for a birthday? or just for a spot of cheer?

Before the apocalypse, Steve was desperate to be loved. None of his girlfriends ever seemed that interested in more than sex or popularity, and if they were, they’d realise they wanted more than Steve soon after. He spent years wishing somebody would look at him and find exactly what they wanted. 

And you do. 

You look at him like he’s your everything (when you aren’t complaining, that is). “I’m gonna have to shave you myself,” you say, climbing into his lap, your hand tipping his head back less gently than you mean to, he’s sure. “That’s a wound.” 

“It’s a scratch. It’ll be fine tomorrow.” 

He grabs your waist, surprised but certainly not unhappy with your sudden presence. You’re straddling him. “Does it hurt?” You rub the area surrounding his raw skin. “Does that hurt?” 

“Not really.” He runs his hands up and down your sides. “What’s up?” 

You shrug. He leans back against the headboard as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “We finally have a bed again.” 

He pulls you in for a hug. “Yeah?” 

“It’s so nice. I missed this.” 

“I missed this too. Clean sheets, a door that locks…” 

You understand what he’s hinting at. He isn’t subtle, but he’s also in no rush, and you know that too. “Maybe you can give me a massage later,” you murmur. “We still have some of that nice lotion.” 

He loves that, the thought of you on your front as his hands push up your shoulders, your skin and his palms warmed by friction. “What about me?” he jokes, hands sliding up your back, tracing the path he’ll make later on. 

“You can have one too,” you say, your face dropping down to his neck, where you kiss him mildly, like you’re thinking of something else. 

Steve wants to give the gift to you before he forgets it. You can be a very distracting person, not just because he’d like to encourage your lips to his for a good kiss, or because you’re the perfect partner for hugging under the covers. Maybe it’s because he loves talking to you, about everything and anything at all.

“Hey, so.” He encourages your head back, his hand on the nape of your neck. “I have something for you.” 

“Do I have to get off of you?” you ask. 

“No, you can stay there.” He reaches into his pocket. 

“Wait, you’re smiling. Are you that excited to give it to me?” 

“Pretty excited.” 

You caress the inside of his elbow. 

It’s probably why you’re so easy to love. Not that you love him, but your propensity for sweetness, and the way you show your own affection. If he didn’t need both hands for this next part he’d twine your fingers together and hold yours all night long. 

He pulls a small plastic bag from his pocket to show you the contents, then changes his mind and opens the bag to take it out instead. “I know you were pretty happy that I found your necklace in my jacket, but I got it for you such a long time ago, I’m not saying you shouldn’t keep it. You should keep it.” 

“I don’t think I could get rid of it,” you say, honest and curious. “You gave it to me to make me feel better. Do you remember?” 

“Yeah, I remember. You had a frown like no one’s business for days.” He finds the charm and lays it over his hand. The chain is slightly tangled, but he can fix that. “There wasn’t a box, but. I don’t know, it reminded me of us, and you need an upgrade, I think I should ask you to get married–”

You smile in surprise, “What?” 

“But I can’t find a ring. So I have to promise to get you one, and you can have this for the interim.” It’s an incredible skinny chain joined by two hearts. Steve knows it’s cheesy, it’s insanely corny, whatever, he’s smiling like a loon. “I figure it’s me and you,” he says, putting it in your open palm. “Linked together.” 

Your gaze moves between him and the necklace slowly. “You want to marry me?” 

Steve curls your hand closed over the necklace. Gentle, he takes your face into both hands. “I get that I haven’t been the best boyfriend, but you can’t really think I don’t want that, right?” 

He’s really asking, but you don’t answer.

“I would’ve married you a long, long time ago, if things were different,” he says, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I would’ve asked,” he corrects softly, before stealing another kiss. 

You press your screwed up fist to his chest as you kiss him back. 

“Who says we have to have rings?” you mumble. 

The idea of calling you his wife is insanity. It trips him up, flips his heart, but he thinks you deserve the real thing. As real as it can get, considering. 

“I’m gonna keep looking,” Steve says. 

The way your eyes soften as he rubs your cheek sets everything he’s saying to you in stone. Who else could he ever want to be looking at him like this beside you? How lucky he is that you’d bother. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

Your face tilts down and he drops one hand, moving the other to just under your jaw, his pinky and marriage finger sewn behind your ear, middle and index on your cheek. He watches you and you turn your gift in your palm, waiting for you to lift your head.

“Thank you,” you say again. “Will you put it on me?” 

Steve strings it around your neck and clasps it at your chest before twisting it to sit properly. The new necklace is a bit shorter than your simple diamond. You could wear both without issue. 

You look down at them but can’t quite see them. “Does it look good?” 

“Yeah. Looks beautiful.” 

He wraps his arms around you again and looks up in to your face, chests coming together as he straightens his back and the gap between you closes just enough. You look down at him, your smile a mirror of his. Steve thinks being as in love with you as he is makes for its own kind of gift. Much better than a necklace, but he’ll keep trying to bridge the gap. 

He forgets everything else when you’re together. Everything. 

His face falls into your chest and collar against your necklaces. You press your face to his hair and cuddle him nicely. 

“Love you,” you both whisper at the same time. 

Your laugh tickles his scalp, warm breath in his hair. 

[slayfics]

Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro finally lightens up around you, but just a bit.

Chapter 6

The next day you made sure to write Mitsuri a thank you letter. You weren’t sure what they talked about after you ran into the forest but ever since her visit Muichiro had been kinder during training. Every training session he made sure to give you at least one compliment on something you did well that day. And you weren’t sure if it was your imagination or not, but he seemed to be looking at you differently as well. Maybe he was just analyzing your moves more because he also felt the need to compliment you instead of just criticize.

Whatever it was, you were grateful for it. Training seemed to be going much smoother and the tense feelings in the mansion had lightened. Muichiro even started eating some meals with you, as well and began to take a liking to your cooking.

“This is good, thank you.” He said sitting across the table from you.

“You’re welcome, I'm glad you like it.” You said smiling from the praise. “Will training begin at the usual time tomorrow?”

“No. I must have forgotten to tell you. I will be out on a mission tomorrow. I should return shortly. In the event that I am gone for a few days, would you please feed the plants.”

“Umm the plants Master Tokito?” You asked confused. You had never seen or tended to any plants in the mansion before.

“Yes those.” He pointed over to a corner. “Oh...” he exclaimed, seeing a pile of dead leaves in a pot. “Hm.. I must have forgotten about them for a while now.”

You let out a giggle. “I can attempt to nurse them back to health or pick out some new ones If you’d like.” You offered.

“Yes thank you, but remember to train every day while I am away.”

“Of course.” You responded.

Just then a crow came through and dropped a letter by you.  

“Oh a letter from Mitsuri.” Muichiro said, recognizing her crow.

Mitsuri’s crow looked up at you and then at Muichiro and seemed to smile before flying off.

“Hm. You better see what she needs.” Muichiro said looking from the dropped letter to you.

“Oh umm... I’ll read it later. I'm sure it's nothing important.” You said and set the letter aside. You wanted to avoid reading the letter next to Muichiro since you had been talking to Mitsuri about him, and she had a tendency to gossip a lot about boys, specifically Obanai.  

“Hmm.” Muichiro said pensively, staring back at the letter.

“If you’re done I can clean up.” You said starting to grab empty plates off the table hoping to bring attention away from the letter.

“I’ll help you.” Muichiro offered.

His offer shocked you. This was the first time he had ever offered to help clean up. You began to bring empty plates into the kitchen, and when you walked back to grab the last of the dishes you noticed Muichiro staring blankly at the letter.

“Is everything ok?” You asked.

“Oh yes. I was just wondering what you two might be talking about, and if I'm mentioned in that letter.” He said, tilting his head. Muichiro's bluntness shocked you.

“Oh just silly stuff, nothing serious.” You said waving your hand in the air trying to brush off the subject again, but you felt your cheeks betraying you by getting warm.  

“Hm I suppose it’s none of my business. Well, I'll be off to bed then and leaving early in the morning.”

“Be safe.” You said.

“There is no need to worry about me.” He said and placed his hand on top of your head. Then walked off to his room.

Hu.. He's never touched you unless it was during training before. You looked back at the letter and hid it in your uniform quickly before it came up again.  

*Whispers* When Muichiro was staring at the letter it was because he was contemplating opening and reading it before you came back in. Which as a Hashira he was more than capable of doing sneakily. However, he decided against it not wanting to intrude on your privacy. 

[navstuffs]

Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally. 

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips. 

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

[missjashin]

Steve spending the night at Eddie’s because his parents are home and they’ve been arguing so he doesn’t really wanna be at home. Didn’t go to Robin because her parents might not let him stay the night and also Robin has work tomorrow and Steve doesn’t. The odd case of them not having shift together.

So he ends up with Eddie and in the morning he is having breakfast with Eddie and Wayne and they discuss their plans for the day. Eddie and Wayne have some plans for the day. You know, to spend some quality family time maybe? Or maybe they have just some errands to run, stuff to figure out because of all the shit that went down during spring break.. Whatever, they have plans for the day and Steve.. doesn’t want to intrude any more than he already is so he is not going with them. Even when they say he can come too.

And it’s summer time so the kids are busy with whatever the teens are busy with. And Steve loves them dearly and loves spending time with them but he tries to give them space and not smother them with his worrying so yeah he can’t spend the day with them either. They’ll come to him if they need him.. He could always go bother Robin at work but going to your work place on your free day because you have nothing better to do sounds a little sad.. So maybe he’ll just have to suck it up and go back home then.

But then Eddie offers that he could stay. You know he doesn’t have to leave just because Wayne and Eddie do. Like he could stay, it’s fine. They’ll be back by 6 or so and they could have dinner together then? And since Steve really really really doesn’t want to go home right now he accepts (after asking about thousand times if it’s really okay tho).

So soon he is left alone with a “Feel free to educate yourself with my music collection while we’re gone” and see you laters. Steve didn’t really have any plans for today and he kinda left in a hurry too so he didn’t bring much stuff with him but oh well he’ll figure something out.

He starts collecting the breakfast dishes and well he could wash them. He has the time and it would be just nice little gesture since the Munsons let him stay and all. And then it just makes sense to wipe the counters and the table after that. Like who would wash the dishes and then just leave crumbs all over the place? Oh. And I guess he just got some of those crumbs to the floor now. Well it’s just a quick little sweep. Could vacuum the whole place now too since he started. But first he needs to declutter a bit because goddamn Eddie why are your clothes and books just everywhere. Might as well do some laundry while he’s at it.

When Eddie and Wayne come back home around 6pm the place they’re in for a quite a shock. Not only is the place spotless but they’re greeted with the smell of food as well. “Oh you’re back! I’m making dinner, it’s just about done” Steve welcomes them enthusiastically but start to doubt himself a little after seeing the surprised faces. “I.. hope that’s okay”

Only then Steve realizes he may have got little carried away with his cleaning spree. Like maybe cleaning the windows was a tad bit too much.. Ugh he so hopes they’re not too weirded out.. Honestly he didn’t even realize he basically spent all day doing household chores that and it’s not even his own house. He glad the Munsons don’t comment on it too much tho, other than “you didn’t have to” and slightly awkward thank yous.

They start eating and now they drown Steve in compliments. (“Wow this is so good, what brand is this?” “Uhm.. it’s not a-.. I made it” “…Like from scratch?!” “Yeah..” “Holy shit dude this is seriously so fucking delicious” “Language. But he is right son, this is fucking delicious”)

At some point during dinner Wayne makes a comment about it starting to rain and Steve lets out a shocked gasp “my laundry!” and rushes out to collect it from outside where he hung it to dry. Wayne asks amusedly if Steve is a housewife or something, just ready to crack little jokes there but then spots the dopey smile on his nephew’s face, gaze still lingering in the doorway where Steve run off to. He smiles knowingly at Eddie when he finally looks back at him, now starting to blush and trying to stammer some sort of reply.

Steve comes back in and they finish dinner and hang out a bit together until Steve and Eddie go to Eddie’s room. Steve again apologizes because he got so carried away and hope he didn’t cross any lines. Eddie little amusedly asks if Steve really thinks they’d be mad at him for tidying up the place? Just helping them out a little so they can relax? Like in all seriousness, after all that shit show that happened during spring, Wayne could use a little break and just relax.

(“And you couldn’t?” “Well sure I could, but in this case he needs it more. If you haven’t noticed I’m not much of help in the cleaning department” “Oh yeah, I’ve noticed” “Hey!” “What? You asked!”)

Eddie then asks if Steve “educated himself” with the music. Steve tells to educate him himself. Eddie takes that as a challenge.

Steve spends the other night.

[enluv]

love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,” the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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[ghostofskywalker]

Ok but like, drunk tbb Echo wants to cuddle reader

this is my absolute favorite prompt so far, i love echo so!! fucking!! much!! he deserves the world and also all the kisses

words: 673

clone troopers masterlist 

Your eyes were right about to close when you heard the sound of your comm device beeping, and you had half a mind to ignore it completely, but you sighed and reached over to grab it. “Hello?” 

“Good, you’re still awake,” Tech said on the other line. “We will be returning to the ship momentarily and wanted to let you know.” 

“Already?” you asked, taking a look at the chronometer on the wall of the barracks. The rest of the batch had gone out for the evening, and while it was later than they usually went to bed, you had expected them to spend more time drinking and partying. You had elected to remain with the ship and watch Omega, because Hunter didn’t want her anywhere near alcohol (despite the fact that she was technically older than him).

“I’ll explain more when we arrive,” Tech said, and then the communication cut off, leaving you to wonder what exactly would happen as they stepped foot back on the ship.

And you didn’t have to worry for long, because you could hear them before you could see them, Hunter and Tech walking ahead while Wrecker supported Echo, and you could immediately tell what had happened from the blissed-out look on your boyfriend’s face. 

Echo was drunk. Maybe more so than he had ever been before, and even with his brother’s help he was still stumbling as he walked. As they made it up the ramp, you positioned yourself so that Wrecker could pass Echo over to you, and you felt your lover’s arm wrap around you as you began to guide him through the ship. 

“Cyare!” he said brightly once he realized what was happening, and he hiccupped slightly after the term of endearment. 

“He’s all yours now,” Hunter said, a playful look on his face. Clearly this night out had been good for all of them, even though they might be stuck with some wicked hangovers the next morning. You could only wonder what Echo had said once the liquor loosened his lips, and you resolved to ask Tech the following morning (he seemed the most likely to remember it).

“Come on, let’s get you to the fresher,” you said gently to Echo. He smelled (as you were sure all of them did) like stale alcohol and greasy food, and he would probably feel much better in the morning if you helped him wash all that away now. 

“Nooooo,” he said, his voice practically a whine. “Wanna cuddle with you.” 

“We can do that after,” you said, fighting to keep a smile off your face. “But right now we’re going to clean you up so you don’t feel gross tomorrow.” 

“Kriff that,” he said, trying to change directions and walk in the direction of the barracks, where your shared bunk resided. He was usually stronger than you, but the alcohol in his system and his refusal to be too far away from you played in your favor this time.

Drunk Echo was one of the cutest things you had ever seen in your entire life, but he also had a tendency to act like a petulant child. You could see the similarities between him and Omega right now more than any other time this week. 

“Well you’re not getting into bed with me until you smell like a human and not a bar,” you responded, and that was the thing that finally got him to listen to you. 

3 beer-flavored kisses, two almost stumbles in the shower, and one set of hiccups later, you were cuddled up with Echo in your shared bunk. He was half asleep already, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he was completely passed out. You leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek as you pulled the blanket up around both of you. “Goodnight cyare,” you said softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you heard him say back, right before soft snores filled the space, and you slipped off to dreamland beside him.

[heartfullofleeches]

Imagine though, a doll maker owning a giant doll store. y/n/reader is one of the oldest dolls made (a porcelain doll, dress and bonnet/suit n hat), and pin being the first. (He'd always switch bodies before the body of his current doll would be sold off, just to be with you.) You're highly priced due to your age and intricacies. Though one day, a customer accidentally knocks you off your shelf and your face shatters a little (the shelf isn't too high up, so think of it as a huge crack with only small pieces scattering to the floor.) The dollmaker is furious, but cleans up and has you in his workshop for repairs. Pin remembers the customers face exactly, just to get his revenge.

(Also sidenote, the reader is conscious like Pin, but not in the eldritch way. Just ghostly possessed :]] love your works! n sorry for the long request.)

"What do you think that one is?"

"Hm... A bunch of stars?"

Hushed voices whisper back and forth to one another beneath the light of a new moon casted through the window. The stars shine across the ceiling overhead; constellations and twinkles of light as far as the eye could see. Toys and other familet oriented trinkets line the walls of their occupied space, and some even litter the floor from their nightly activities. Hand in ceramic hand, the duo lie on their backs. They were none other than two creations made by the store's owner. The first, and only sentient beings in the entire store.

You chuckle at your partner's horrible attempt at a joke. "Good guess."

They laugh right back. You recently read a book that just came in about space and wanted to quiz them. Pin knew exactly what the constellation was. They knew so much about the universe, yet there was still so many surprises to be found. A celestial being and a stray ghost finding themselves in the same place was one of them, and you two falling in love was another on top of that.

The doll maker originally came to the store to admire the craftsmanship of another and get inspiration for a new body of their own. Imagine their shock when they saw you wondering about. You apparently had no memories of your past life and were stuck in this form. Feeling bad for your situation, they stuck around to help you get used to it. Their first body and your new one were actually a couple as well. Married even. Your counterpart was sold off a few weeks after they first arrived, but they never left.

You notice the sun peaking through one of the windows. You sit up, shutting the projector off much to Pin's disappointment. You've been having these little dates every night since the beginning; everything coming to an end when the sun came up.

"Aww, I was sure I was right."

"Maybe tomorrow night. Help me onto my shelf?"

Pin hops to their feet and walks over to the shelf by the register wall. They pick you up and allow you to use their shoulders as a stepping ladder as you climb up. The shelf was a couple inches taller than them and had very little wiggle room. Uncomfortable, but you'd manage.

"See you later, Pin."

"Bye, Y/n."

You lean forward and Pin stands on their toes as you press your crafted lips onto theirs. You're both reluctant to part as Pin heads over to their stand by the front door. They hated being away from you. At least you were still in their line of sight.

Pin was so happy. Your situations might not have been exactly the same, but they weren't alone now. One day, they'd take you away from this place and back to their home where you can live out your wildest fantasies together. For now, they were content with their life in the toy store as long as you were safe and sound.

-

With morning in full swing, the shop opens for another busy day. Children rush inside with their guardians in tow as soon as the doors open. Little brats in Pin's book, but not much they could do. It was the adults that really got on their nerves. Some were more entitled than their kids without any of the excuses. It pissed them off.

Somewhere around noon, a father and his young daughter enter the store. The little girl skips around the room looking at various toys before she wonders over to the shelf where you were. Pin watches them carefully.

"Dad, that one looks really cute. "

"Sure does, sweetie. Want to get a closer look?" He reaches for you. His daughter grabs his shirt. "Um, shouldn't we get someone else to do that?"

"Don't worry, I got it." The man starts to pull you off the shelf. Pin can already see all the warning signs. Pin was slightly taller than him and they still couldn't properly reach the shelf. They slowly reach their hand forward, grabbing handle of a jack in the box on the table before them and dragging it to catch the owners attention. He doesn't notice the crash until its too late - and a larger one comes from the other side of the room.

"Whoa!" You were far heavier than the man expected you to be. Your body slumps forward as he yanks on your legs, the weight imbalance causing you to fall off the shelf. He's unable to hold you, and goes crashing to the floor with you. The left side of your face takes most of the below, chips flying across the floor. Your visible eye meets with Pin's.

They almost lost it. Your name sits on their tongue, but muscle memory keeps them from screaming it and reaching for you. The tendrils making up their true form bulge against their doll's plush body. For the first time ever - they want out. They want to shed this weak form and tear that man limb from limb, but they just can't.

"What's going on here?" The owner asks as he approaches. His eyes widen in shock when he sees you sprawled over the store's floor. He looks up at the man who's immediately on defense.

"It was an accident!" He cries. "My daughter just wanted to see the doll."

Bull fucking shit. As far as Pin was concerned, it was intentional. He couldn't wait five seconds for the other to come, as if they'd even let him take you away. The owner sighs.

"It's alright. We can work something out."

What? No! Call the police and send that bastard to rot. It's better than what Pin will do when they find him. The owner picks you up and their heart lurches. Your left eye was pushed back in its socket and a large crack ran from eyebrow to the bridge of your nose. He carries you off to the back, leaving Pin alone till dark.

They wait the rest of the day out in anguish; the image of your broken face glued to mind. They capture another memory - the face of the weasel that did this to you. Every little feature about his disgusting appearance is memorized. They'd make him pay. Make him pay - and make him suffer; but first they needed to know you were alright.

-

The very instance the owner leaves the store, Pin speeds off to the back. The lock on the door is no match for the panic in their stomach. You sit on the bench, hands covering your face. Hearing the door open, you look up; left eye unfocused.

"P....in?" Your voice is small; strained. You weren't in any pain, just shock. Pin lifts your face into their hands, incoherent babbles spewing from their mouth.

"Oh no, Y/n. Are you okay? Does it hurt? I'm so, so sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

"It's okay, Pin..." You somberly place your hand over theirs. "You know it doesn't...."

Pin pants. It's the one thing that separates you. They're alive and you aren't. That doesn't change your suffering, how you really feel inside. Pin would be the voice to speak your problems to the world and the hand that dealt with them.

They place their lips to your forehead; eerily calms as they run their digits over the crack in your face. "Y/n? Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Catch up on that book you've been reading. Find your favorite constellations, because we're going to see it when I get back."

"Pin what are going to-."

"That's not important. All that is, is that you pick who you want to bring along. We're gonna have some issues if you decide to bring Fred, but I'll get over it."

You clutch their arm as they try to pull away. "Pin... I need you."

The darkness surrounding them lifts. "Y/n.. I need you too, and I need you to understand I have to do something I don't want you to see. I'll be back soon, so please focus on the shooting stars for just a little longer.

[peach-and-bugs]

🧡Vanessa "Van" Palmer SFW Alphabet🧡

🧡Read the NSFW Alphabet here!🧡

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: All clean! some mild angst maybe, but other than that nothing to worry about

Word Count: 2,166

A/N: Well, yall have asked and you shall receive! I know ppl are dying for the NSFW alphabet, and I'll be posting that tomorrow, so for now have some nice fully headcanons for our favorite redhead. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🧡

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Van is all about physical touch and quality time. She just wants you in the same room as her and with a hand on you. You can be doing something completely separate from her, she doesn’t mind just as long as she’s got you close by. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I could see you being distant friends in high school, maybe even a friend of a friend situation, and then reconnecting on accident years later when she opened up her store. As a friend, she’s relaxed and joking almost all the time. But if she understands it’s a situation she needs to be serious about she’s a great listener and she gives the best advice. She is there for whatever you need, whether it’s a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She enjoys physical affection, but she doesn’t often initiate cuddles. Ite more like she’ll pat the space beside her, gesturing for you to lean into her side so she can wrap her arm around your shoulders or your middle. She likes pressing her cheek to your forehead and kissing your hairline. She's always holding you in some way, even if it's as little as linking your pinkies together or slipping her hand in your back pocket 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She’s already living a pretty domestic life on her own, so I think in a relationship she’d be more than happy to settle. She lives in what I like to call a state of organized chaos (much like myself) where to the untrained eye her home and the back room of her shop look a mess but it all makes perfect sense in her head. A clean home might have to be a compromise you'd have to work through together if that's something you want

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d have to give it a lot of thought. But at the moment, she’d be really serious about it. She’d offer you any comfort or explanation she could, explaining her feelings, wants, and needs and what brought her to that conclusion and yes she’d show remorse, but it wouldn’t be till she’s home when she’s finally all alone that she breaks down and feels her feelings. She’d break open a bottle of whatever she’d got and just go to town

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Van feels like a causal committed to me. Yeah, maybe she’d be willing to tie the knot, but she wouldn’t wanna make a huge deal out of it. She’d be fine with calling you her wife/partner with or without a piece of paper saying it. She’d be completely content exchanging rings on your couch and calling it a day. But she would use every opportunity to gush about you as her wife/partner. She just loved the title so much more than “girlfriend”. At her age, it feels childish

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite her rough exterior/demeanor at first glance, especially with those nasty scars, she’s softer than a teddy bear. Every physical action from her holds a worm tenderness behind it, no matter what kind of aggression might also linger behind. She knows just how you like to be touched, both physically and emotionally and she’s always eager to satisfy

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs. Van’s the type to spread her arms wide, waiting for her hug from you because it’s just become part of her routine. She’s kinda like a “weres my hug?” guy just not in a weird, mildly creepy way at all. She loves hugging you from behind, her arms wrapped around your soldiers so she can kiss your neck and feel your hands grab her wrapped arms. Hef favorite thing is when you lean back into her or you kiss her hands

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Probably not very fast. She seems like the type to wait till you say it first. Not because she doesn't feel it, but because she doesn’t want to misread what you’re feeling and make things awkward. But when she does say it, it’s excruciatingly causal. Like she just lets it slip out over coffee or she writes in on a piece of paper she’s giving you that pertains to something completely irrelevant to her confession

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She gets mildly possessive, though she hates admitting it to the point of flat-out denying she acts that way at all. If and when she gets jealous though, she’s rather mopey about it rather than angry or aggressive. It’s like if someone flirts with you at a bar/party, she’s not gonna punch them in the face for it because she doesn't have the right to do that. It’s more like a shot at her ego more than anything and you’ll find her pouting in a corner with her drink over it. Honestly, it’s kinda cute

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Van’s favorite place to kiss is the spot right between you’re eyebrows, your scalp, the corner of your mouth, and your fingertips, no questions asked. Do I have a reason? No. but I'm ginger and that's where I like to kiss, so I'm assuming it's genetic

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

There is no way in hell that she’s having her kids but she’s the epitome of the beer aunt. In a perfect world she’d 100% throw summer cookouts in her backyard with a ton of her friend's kids running around playing in a kiddy pool she set up throwing water balloons and playing with squirt guns, and when one of them accidentally throws a balloon at her, she’d pretend to be angry, hand you the spatula to man the grill and join in with a laughing roar that would make all the kids scream in joyous fear. Long story short, she’d she’s great with kids

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are almost always pretty leisurely. She’s in complete control of her store, so it runs on her hours, but she’s always on her routine. If you’re more of a slow waker or rather not an early riser she’s guaranteed to be up before you but not without a kiss behind your ear and an affectionate pat on your hip as she leaves you, letting you know that she’d gotta get going and opening the store up. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Van is keen on having a beer and watching a few episodes of an old sitcom with you after dinner and before bed. She doesn’t realize it, but she talks through every episode, telling you little tidbits about the episodes themselves or about the actors on screen. You'll never have the heart to tell her she’s talking through the episode because she hates it when other people do it. Like, she’ll loudly tell people to shut up in a movie theater. But she only does it because she genuinely doesn't notice

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Van is very serious about her privacy, specifically when it comes to what happened after the crash. She made it very clear that wasn’t something she wanted to talk about it and that's something you’d need to respect. Over time youve learned little bits here and there and made your inferences to fill in the blanks, but you never outright asked. Everything else about her is an open book but it always comes up naturally when she’s reminded of it. You’ll never know everything about Van because often she doesn’t remember everything

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You know she can be easily angered, but she’s worked hard to keep her anger in check. This is due both to her experience in the wilderness and the rage that harbored in her as well as her upbringing with her mother, which is a whole other story. She’s huge on needing communication and in the event you argue, she takes the time to tell you she needs a break and takes a step away. She always comes back when her anger has subsided and she’s ready to talk

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or forget everything?)

Van's memory is like a steal trap. She remembers everything you tell her, but she doesn’t let you know that she remembers. You’ll mention your favorite flowers once, and then everything she gifts you has some reference to said flower in it. She even draws cards for you with those flowers decorating the border. She loves the little details and finds it important to remember them

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She loves reminiscing on when she first started noticing your attempts to understand her better. She’d gotten frustrated with something at work and was beginning to get upset with it till you casually swooped in and suggested turning on Doogie Howser while you made her something warm to drink. She was honestly impressed you knew Doogie Howser in the first place

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s very protective. Any customer gives you too much mouth and their out for good. And if some guy tries giving you a piece of his mind in a bar, you know for an act you’ll be paying to get her out of lockup. But, she does find it very attractive when you hold your own, or you stick up for her. That's not a requirement though. She’d much prefer having you clean her wounds than vice versa. She probably wouldn’t even know where to start if you got hurt

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Van’s a gentleman. She’s going to treat her woman/person how they should be treated, and that’s with more grace than she can offer. She much prefers nights in with your favorite takeout, but if you want a night on the town, that’s what she’ll give you, to the best of her ability. We all know our girl isn’t made of money after all, but she does her best that's for sure.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s a chronic picker. She’s always got some nasty gash that's bleeding or scared over because she can’t leave alone. You’ve even gone as far as threatening to put acrylic nails on her to get it to stop

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s not all that concerned. Of course, she wants you to find her attractive, but she’d hope that you find her naturally attractive initially. She’s not into makeup r anything like that. The only time she ever wears it is when you put it on her, and trust me, she complains the whole time so it doesn't happen that often

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In some aspects, yes. But with enough time, she would be able to move on, sad as that may sound. She’s used to people moving on from her, so she’s learned. But she’s never looking to lose you. She’ll fight to have you, but if you aren't happy she’d not going to hold you hostage. You have as much free will in your relationship as she does and she’ll always respect your wishes

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She’s not vegetarian by any means, but she’s extremely selective with what meat she does eat. She’ll only eat what she prepares and only buys from a local butcher she’s friends with

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)

Pretty basic one, but she can’t stand modern tech. All the texting and Snapchatting ans Instagraming? She’s never been a fan, not even with the tech she had growing up. She’d live solely with a flip phone that she’d barely use if you let her. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She’s always got a hand on you. You don’t know why, but you’ve never minded it

[jujutsutrash]

Anônimo said: Hi, can I get A, C and D for both NSFW and SFW for Yuuta and Noritoshi?

Pairing: Yuuta x reader & Noritoshi x reader Warnings: NS//FW

SFW

Yuuta

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Oh god Yuuta is a highly concentrated ball of affection, and one that is always showing it. He is already clearly affectionate towards his friends so for his partner he is doubly so. I would say certified wife guy but *gesticulates towards recent internet events*. Yuuta knows very well that in this field tomorrow is never guaranteed so he will love you with his all today. He is always so supportive of you, so proud to show others the love of his life. He is not always around but he will always try to help you in whatever you need when he is, have you in his embrace whenever he can, and even try his hand at giving you gifts when he comes back from missions, he is not really good with gifts though.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

God oh god he is the most cuddly person possible. Though he is almost always very tired so cuddle him and he will fall asleep, don’t be angry he needs it. He likes having you in his arms, the warmth of your body reminding him that he is alive and that things will be fine. But when you hold him is when he truly finds peace, oh please hug him. He is also an intense sleep cuddle bug, he will hold you tight when you both get ready for sleep and the moment he is unconscious you have no more chance of leaving his embrace. Really, he is strong and he will hold onto you and not let go, if this isn’t enough he doesn’t just hold you in his arms, he will also throw a leg over you for good measure.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes, yes Yuuta would very much love to settle down. He would love to be able to have a house with you, with a garden and maybe a dog or a cat. But hell, he’d be happy for just an apartment. He likes domesticity because he likes routine, it brings peace to his anxious mind, something he’d very much welcome. Yuuta is good enough at cleaning, not any worse than the average person out there. He is no cleaning genius or organization guru but he can keep a house clean pretty well, he is very capable of looking after himself. However cooking is a whole other story, he is terrible, just horrible. Do not ask him how he manages to burn fucking pasta, he doesn’t know either. Not that being a sorcerer helps either, he is always on the move, living off of street food and instant noodles, no wonder he can’t cook. God help this man.

Noritoshi

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Noritoshi is, despite appearances, very affectionate. He may not be the most wordy person  around, but he is an honest one and isn’t afraid to express his feelings. However, the way he is most affectionate is through actions. He will offer to help with whatever task you may be doing, even if he is busy he will always find time to help you. He also loves very much to be in your presence, even if you are both doing your own thing he enjoys being around you, he also loves to hear you talk about your interests and will make a point to remember them for later. He also enjoys giving gifts, mostly things he thinks will be useful, and being a good listener means he is always well aware of what you may need.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Noritoshi actually really enjoys physical contact, when he has a moment of peace he likes being able to have you in his arms, it calms his tired soul. Though, the way he mostly shows his love for touch is by generally just always having one part or another of your body touching. It might just be your leg or feet touching when you are on the couch facing each other, or a hand on yours when you are sharing a table he likes to be always touching you. He can, and will, get grumpy if he can’t do that, although he hides it. Also when you sleep together he will wake up if you are not within his grasp, just to find you and embrace you again.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Noritoshi is a VERY domestic person. Even beyond all the clan thing he does very much want to settle down, yes and thank you. Man is just starved for support, he just wants to have someone to share his life with, nothing more.  He isn’t the best at cleaning, having had maids to do that for him for his whole life, but he is a smart guy and can learn pretty quickly. ]cooking however is something he is actually decent at, not great but not bad either. He likes to do it, almost as a sort of meditation, but he doesn’t consider himself a particularly good cook, mostly an alright one.

NS//FW

Yuuta

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Yuuta can get pretty intense during sex but the moment it’s over he is back to his sweet and gentle self, caring to the point of being overly cautious. He knows he can get pretty intense so he doubles down on the aftercare. He will bring you water, he will run you a bath and carry you to it, he will get you anything you may need. He is going to massage any body part that may be hurting and pepper it with kisses, muttering a ton of apologies, even if you tell him he doesn’t need to. Often, when he runs you a bath or a shower he will get into it with you, he will wash your hair and massage your scalp if you let him, and although he doesn’t ask for it, he enjoys it if you do the same for him. Yuuta really likes to make the aftercare a tender moment to be with you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh boy, Yuuta cums A LOT. Like, an impressive amount, really. It’s not especially thick so it’s not hard to swallow but the sheer quantity you’ll be swallowing is already a task in itself. He does like it when you swallow, but he is aware of the amount and he won’t force you to do it, but he does like it when you do it tho. He doesn’t mind if you spill some however, he actually finds it quite hot. But if you are up to the task he will be beyond happy, he really likes deepthroating too and if you are able to indulge in that, he’d really love to cum while you deepthroat him. If you can’t swallow tho, that’s no problem, he really enjoys cumming on your face or tits, and especially in between your tits if you are giving him a titjob. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy cumming in other places on and inside of you, Yuuta is a bit of a nasty one. Loving, but nasty. He really likes to cum inside of you and then continue to fuck you just to see the cum begin to spill out with his movements as he praises you for being just so full. He will praise you if you swallow too, a lot, especially if you do it while he deepthroats you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Yuuta wouldn’t have the courage to tell you - but by now he imagines that you must already know - but he steals one of your panties whenever he has to go on a mission. He misses you so much when he is away, so terribly, and he knows, he KNOWS he shouldn’t be stealing them, it makes him so ashamed but he can’t resist the temptation. He would never muster the courage to tell you, and every time he does it he gets red in the face, but that doesn’t stop him either. In a sense, despite Yuuta not wanting to admit it, the fact that he knows he is doing something “wrong” makes it all the more thrilling and irresistible. What does he do with them? That he’d never even imagine himself telling, he’d be way too ashamed to even stutter the words. He also does steal other, less intimate, pieces of your clothing, mostly shirts, he misses you and likes to have something with your smell around.

Noritoshi

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite seeming nonchalant and distant, Noritoshi is actually really caring and thoughtful if he likes someone. He will help clean you up if you want him to, get you water or something to eat, or whatever else you might ask. He is also very clingy. His preference for aftercare is to just lay down for a bit with you in his arms, talking about nothing as he caresses your skin. Noritoshi likes to lazy around a bit after sex. just let his mind and body relax for a little, but he needs to do it with you, so if you get up he will get up too, it’s not the same thing if he is alone. He is not the type to feel particularly sleepy after sex but he won’t mind if you or him, or both, dooze off for a little while. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Noritoshi likes to cum inside you. If you ask he will say he just doesn’t want to pull out, it just feels better that way, and while this is true he also definitely does have a breeding kink. And he knows it. He wants to pump you full of his cum, and he can too because he does cum quite a lot. It’s very white and thick and not that easy to swallow, though this is not so much a problem because he prefers cumming in your pussy or ass rather than your mouth anyways. For being so thick it doesn’t usually drip out, unless you get up, but if he does catch it dripping he will push it back inside with his fingers, can’t have any of it being wasted. As for the taste, it’s mild, Noritoshi has a good lifestyle and access to good food so it ends up not being too unpleasant. If Noritoshi is not cumming inside of you he likes to cum on your thighs and ass. He likes to cum in your mouth too but he’d rather do it with your mouth open to watch the thick white ropes pooling on your tongue, only allowing you to close your mouth to swallow it once he is done.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Yes, blood manipulation is actually useful in bed. Yes, he does engane in that. Just, he would never want to imagine the reaction if anyone in the clan ever knew of this. Even though he does imagine that he can’t be the first person to come to that conclusion. Other than that he does have a fantasy that he can’t imagine himself building the courage to share. It involves being at some kind of event or party and taking you to a secluded space and pumping you full of his cum, plugging you up and sending you back to your friends to pretend nothing is happening. In another version of this fantasy you are wearing a long skirt or dress and he pumps you full but doesn’t plug you up, instead he takes your panties, you both return to your friends and he gets to watch you try to keep your composure as his cum runs down your legs.

[auckie]

Finished my boys back panel for his new apartment. After it cures more I’m gonna install it, then the drainage layer (which I absolutely don’t need) and then the substrate. I was gonna make the bottom water proof but decided to just go with a protective mat instead. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it apart later but maybe it’ll be like. The last thing I ever move idk. Then Ill put up the UVB, his lamp, I miiiight have a heat mat on the bottom just in case but probably won’t ever use it idk, and finally his giant fucking water dish and ugly bottom hide. Then I’ll see if I can fit some of the roof/side climbing limbs I had planned. Was gonna drill them in but I don’t think the pvc will allow for it. I might try more foam/silicone *and* a bit of drilling, but we’ll see. Then the top leaf coverage (silk plants lol), and finally his giant cork log. I was also planning on putting some tiling over his ugly hide, or just replacing it completely bc he has the wall one plus the log. I also gotta test the weight capacity of the wall log tomorrow after curing. It’s resistant to heavy tugging, and he really doesn’t weigh *that* much but you never know the kind of stress he might put on it. It’s low to the ground so it wouldn’t be catastrophic but it would be difficult to fix. Eventually I would like to go full naturalistic and add plants and bio active substrate. Moving water is beyond my skill capacity/willingness to learn or spend so the static dish will have to do, but I am interested in a mister even tho I know it’s not necessary. He’s been doing well with my humidifier and just some sprays, wet corners, and the dish, but if I do pursue plants it may be crucial. Granted I know scale rot is something people warn about but I figure if I keep it high then I can avoid laden substrate. Plus the drainage layer would help.

I even bought a kitchen scale to weigh him. I was gonna get a temp gun too but that’s kinda absurd since I got like, two different humidity gauges and a temp regulator + thermometer. if I have room I may also try a slight rock border at the bottom of the back panel but I’m not really like. Interested in using foam again, either panel or expanding. Bc it sucks and i despise it. Silicone too honestly, even the aquarium rated stuff which is easier (imo) to get off skin. My dad REALLY wanted to use caulk but I was like hell no. I’ll resort to shelf pins/rivets for support before I try that lol.

I just scrolled up and realized the pic is so dark bc I just turned the overhead light off and didn’t have flash on but I’m so tired and sweaty I don’t care. It’s a cork bark/spanish moss/sphagnum moss back wall but it does just look like a mess of leaves and shit from the pic. I started really clean and then got progressively sloppier as time went on

Here’s a before progress pic SORRY for foot

And here’s snoopert head. He’s getting upgraded from 60 gallon to 120. Tbh if I had the room and money I’d totally have gotten the 240 one

Fuck snoopy

[tinyluminaryzombie]

Evergreen and Pine Read on ao3 | 1,058 words

For @mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week! Prompt: Padfoot Knows

Lily Evans is stuck in a closet with Sirius. All Sirius wants to talk about is exactly what she's trying not to think about: James Potter. Or: A seven minutes in heaven that's more like seven minutes of sweet sweet integration ft. Lily and Sirius.

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No matter what anyone will say tomorrow, Lily Evans wanted to have fun tonight.

It’s just that being stuck in a closet with Sirius Black wasn’t included in that plan.

“You know I’m not kissing you,” Lily half-whispered.

“Evans. Chill. It’s not like I have a death wish,” Sirius replied, deadpanned. “Though on second thought, I might. But I certainly don’t want a vengeful Prongs being the last thing I see,” Sirius added.

“You sure about that, Black?” Even now, Sirius wouldn’t drop the act. On some level, under annoyance and bitterness, Lily was slightly impressed. He will never stop being the ever-loyal friend, continuing the joke with no audience to hear.

“The fact that he would kill me or that I don’t want his fist in my face to be the last thing I experience?” Sirius replied.

Lily sighed. “Either. Both.” Honestly, she just wanted Sirius to stop acting as if his best mate’s in love with her. The unrealistic part of her brain has been running wild. It might not be his fault, but she needs Sirius to stop fueling her false hopes and daydreams.

“You don’t have to keep up appearances for me—”

“—Evans”

“Yes, I know you always keep up appearances,” Lily quickly interjected, stopping Sirius from hijacking what she was about to say. “You don’t have to pretend that James still likes me. Or that he’s really that stupid to fight his best friend and his—and I quote ‘brother from another mother’—because of a silly, little, juvenile crush three years ago.”

Sirius started laughing the second Lily finished. It made her want to scream. Despite his thoughts on the matter, nothing about this was funny.

“That’s a lot of adjectives, Evans,” Sirius said. Lily felt an unreasonable need to stomp her foot and whine. Instead, she decided a glare would have to do.

“And yes,” in an overdone grave tone, Sirius began again, “I am 80% sure that Prongs would at least plan my murder if I ever made a move. Don’t worry though, you’re not my type.”

Now they were getting somewhere. Ideally, Sirius would have just admitted James’s lack of feelings. It would sting like hell, but then maybe she could move on. But that wasn’t going to happen. So, steering the direction away from James Potter was the next best option.

It would also probably slow her rising heart rate.

“...So you have a type?” Lily managed, feigning casualness.

Sirius just swatted her arm before sinking to the cool floor. He cleaned his throat, smirked, and then said, “This is officially a Lily Evans intervention, warmest welcome.”

Damnit. Lily rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Sirius.

“You’re the smartest in our class but—”

“Are you really staging an intervention to deflect from my question?” Lily asked. Yes, she was the first to deflect. But if she couldn’t get away with it, neither would he.

“It’s my time. You can detective all you want afterward. Anyways, you’re the smartest in our class but you’re so oblivious,” Sirius said.

“So when does my time start?” Lily asked, all innocence.

Sirius turned his head to directly look at her. “You don’t have to keep up appearances for me, Lily.”

Well, shit.“What appearances? I’m just trying to get through these seven minutes so I can go back to Marlene, Dorcas, Alice, and Remus,” Lily said meekly.

“And James too, right?”

Oh, next time she finds Sirius out after curfew she is not looking the other way.Lily’s mind raced. Sirius was doing this right now, right here. If Sirius knew, then James knew, and if James knew...

“I see you practically oozing hope every time he looks at you,” Sirius’s voice pierced her thoughts. “About five seconds later you freeze when you remember you’re supposed to hate him. But you don’t hate him.”

At least 60% of her wanted to punch him. Or to scream, to yell. But pretending was taking so much energy. She was just tired enough to entertain the idea of honesty.

Sirius decided to continue his little speech.  “I saw you almost set three scrolls on fire after he walked into the common room, shirtless after Quidditch. Which by the way doesn't make any sense because everyone was looking at me.”

Bloody hell. Sirius was set out to ruin her.

Lily thought she hid her feelings well, only allowing them out when no one else was the wiser. But that night she couldn’t not look. The James Box Lily locked in public kept slowly opening. And when James got butterbeer on his Cupid’s bow she might have decided to lower the facade. Just a tad. And just for herself.

Wait, no. It’s Potter. Not James. She has to stop calling him that if she wants to move on.

Potter. Not James.

Really, all Lily could do was slide down to the floor and feebly laugh.

“Evans, come on. You know you’ll be Minister of Magic one day, or head healer or top auror, or the goddamn queen. But don’t fool yourself, we all know you’re going to be Mrs. Potter – or you know, Evans-Potter, or Potter-Evans, or whatever, you, Evans, married to James Potter,” Sirius said.

“Are you finished,” Lily asked.

Sirius shrugged, waiting for her response.

“Okay.” Lily took a breath, needing to center herself. “Okay. Maybe I have some feelings. Some non-platonic, messy feelings for him. You’re honestly confusing me right now, which isn’t fair. Because I have been working on it! Just like how you're ‘working on it,’” Lily said, using air quotes at the end. 

“Bloody hell, Black!” Lily exclaimed as she stood up. These seven minutes were lasting forever. “You can’t just do that! Anyway, it’s my turn. So, do you want to tell me whose face you do want to see at the end of it all? Who you are always fawning over? Buying sweaters with extra long sleeves so he can use the cuffs like mittens?” Lily asked.

The closet was suddenly too silent. Lily moved towards Sirius, sliding down. Quietly she whispered, “Tell me I’m wrong Sirius. Tell me Remus Lupin isn’t exactly your type.”

Sirius took a moment, running his hands through his hair. “So...you’re right. And I’m right?” He looked at her again. “Oh my god, Evans. We’re both fucked.”

Lily had to agree.

[mazeinthemiroh]

beomgyu sfw alphabet

genre: fluff, slight crack and angst

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cursing, me crying over beomgyu. yk, the usual

requested?: yes

song rec: poppin' star by tomorrow x together

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

he shows affection in a kaleidoscope of ways

he's full of love. sometimes he doesn't know how to express it and sometimes he does. depends on the day, depends on his mood

his affection will come like random bursts of energy. he will suddenly give you a back hug and not let you go or he will randomly start biting your fingers whilst you're sitting together on the couch

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

full crack mode: on

he's super. hyper all the time when he's around you it's actually ridiculous

will laugh hysterically at anything and everything you do

will also laugh until he is crying if you do something wrong like idk trip over or stub your toe. he's there to see it and to laugh at you, you ain't getting any moral support out of him

you guys are the funniest duo ever

partners in crime. always found getting up to some sort of mischief together

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

i see him being very cuddly tbh

once he's settled down and much more comfortable with you he's always wanting to snuggle into you when watching a movie or something

might be a bit shy to initiate cuddles; he doesn't know how you will react. but once he just goes for it he's never looked back. now he wants to hold you in his arms all the time, 24/7

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

beomgyu has quite a romantic mind. once he finds his special person, he is willing to stick with them, whatever it takes

it comes as a surprise to you because he is usually so casual and carefree, but he takes romantic love seriously. he doesn't want to get hurt, so if he chooses you, he intends to be with you for a very long time

chores are never his thing. he really is like a child when it comes to this. he tends to procrastinate or put domestic work off until later. don't go easy on him though, he has to learn!!

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

it would be a very tearful experience for beomgyu

it would break him to have to let you go. he would have no idea how to go about it but the whole situation would make him uncomfortable. he would lose sleep, maybe miss meals. the members would be worried about him and try and help him through it

his voice would break as he would tell you he thinks he should end things between you two. you could see the tears form in his eyes as he softly, lowly expresses himself to you

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

loves the whole commitment thing. like i said before, once he's chosen you, there's no way he's gonna let you go that easy

marriage is well down the line for him but sometimes he catches himself thinking of it. he's an idealist, and sometimes his mind wonders off...

'hmmm, i wonder if our wedding should have a theme. what colours would we pick? what flowers? are we gonna have it abroad? maybe we should just elope. ' all of this going through his head when he's watching some random rom-com movie, cuddled next to you

so his mind goes on a bit of a tangent but he likes to think about that stuff

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

it's really such a confusing combination for him

the answer to this question heavily depends on beomgyu's mood

in his quieter moods, he is usually the softest little bean, gentler than even. if he comes home to find you sleeping on the couch he will tiptoe over, tuck you up in a fluffy blanket and leaves you to it

in his louder moods, he'll burst through the door and probably flop on your body and beg for cuddles, not realising or caring that you were asleep moments ago

in terms of emotional gentleness, the majority of the time, because he is very in tune with his emotions, he will be very gentle and caring and considerate. he's a great listener and just wants to connect with you on a personal level

there are only very few occasions where he won't be like this. perhaps only when you get into an argument about something, he will become more harsh, more cruel with his words, depending on how hurt he is

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he certainly likes his huggles

i think at the start of your relationship he's not that touchy with you in front of the other members. maybe he wants to come off as cool and not lovey-dovey, but the minute they are gone he's all over you with hugs and smooches

but once he's fully in the relationship he will actually go out of his way to give you as much physical affection as possible in front of the members just to annoy them <3

his hugs are kinda full-on. a bit wild, rough, messy. he'll grab you and not let you go until you properly hug him back!

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

he won't at the start of the relationship, boy can be shy and his words might come across as awkward and confused because he just doesn't know what to say at first

but he feels this love for you day 1. and he holds onto it and bottles it up until one day it just randomly springs into everyday conversation

"hey gyu, have you washed those dishes yet?"

"i love you"

"what??"

".... what?"

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

oh i can see him getting pretty damn jealous

over both petty and serious things

if you haven't spent as much time with him recently, if you've been spending time with someone else, if you've been getting closer to one of the members, if you catch the attention of other men when you go out to a restaurant or club together. the list goes on

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he likes giving cute, small, quick pecks

he gets all shy and giggly each time you guys kiss its actually the most adorable thing in the whole wide world

i can just see him leaning over to press his lips against yours ever so softly, before pulling away, beaming widely and nuzzling back into your neck i'm going to jump off a cliff now

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

beomgyu and children share the same brain cell, i can't lie

he will be petty. if something is his, there's no way he's sharing even if a freaking 3-year-old wants it

"you have to learn the hard way *sticks tongue out" yep, that's your boyfriend

if it's a baby though, he's so gentle and kind and caring. he knows exactly what to do to make it happy and to stop the crying it's like he has magical powers???

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

my man does not like mornings

waking up is a chore for him. he moans and groans as you try to pull him out of bed. using his strength while remaining half conscious, he will shift his body onto yours, throwing an arm over and putting his head on your chest so you could stay in bed to cuddle with him

he's a very soft boy ok

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

loves to just sit back and relax. he works so hard all day and so do you. there's nothing more that he wants to do than just let off some steam by cuddling his baby and watching a drama on tv

probably falls asleep in your arms and then something will happen abruptly in the drama to make you both wake up at like 2 am and then you just casually start talking to each other again, long into the early morning

basically, both your sleep schedules are screwed, have fun!!

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

beomgyu comes across as quite confident and open but he does keep his cards close to his chest

there's only very few select people he trusts with his close, personal, intimate feelings. one person being you, of course

once he realises he trusts you enough to want to tell you about certain things, he will start opening up, in hopes that you will accept and understand him

it would come out in an intimate setting, the two of you alone, perhaps staying up late once more, staring at the ceiling as you exchange thoughts, memories, and secrets alike

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

beomgyu can be impulsive but i don't see him being quick to anger

in fact it takes quite a lot for him to get fired up like that. but when he's angry, you reallyyyyyy don't wanna be there

usually when he's jealous or something awful has happened or a situation he is facing is overwhelming and out of his control and he just can't take it anymore. then he'll burst. he doesn't know what to do with all this negative energy because he simply isn't used to it

its best to stay out of his way at these times so he can cool down and come to terms with things by himself

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he knows the random trivia but will shamelessly forget your birthday and that's a fact

it doesn't matter whether you're his best friend or partner, it's like his brain is doing it on purpose

he makes up for it by buying you expensive presents and giving you extra love <3333

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

beomgyu didn't know whether to feel bad, like an awful boyfriend, when he realised that he had no favourite moment with you

but that's only because he viewed every. single. moment with you as precious and important to him

every date you went on, every fleeting eye contact you would make at each other from across the room, every gift you gave, every problem you shared, every tear you cried. they all meant everything to him

you were, and will always be, his favourite moment

moments of alwayness, indeed

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

beomgyu can be very protective

when he loves someone, he loves them fiercely and passionately. they become a massive part of his life. so he makes it a priority to protect you and keep you out of harm's way, especially emotionally

and he loves you even more when he sees you doing the same

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

while beomgyu has the tendency to forget dates sometimes, when you remind him or perhaps put it on the calendar that its your anniversary together he decides to go all out

i'm talking fancy dinner, a night stroll along the river, going back to your place to watch a movie, where you'll find a ridiculous amount of rose petals scattered everywhere

oh and a massive stuffed bear holding a heart <3

it's like he makes it his goal to do the most cheesy, cliche stuff you could ever think of, and he gets away with it every time, not only because of his charms but also because you can see him try so hard for you

he is simply adorable

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

it's hard to recover from an argument if it's a particularly heated one

beomgyu can be quite stubborn. it's hard for him to see another person's point of view when he has such a fixed mindset on something. he always thinks he is in the right

so it can be hard to reason with him on things. especially when he is sulking up in his room somewhere

you'll have to let the argument calm down and give him space before approaching him about it

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

beomgyu is mostly confident in the way he looks

man is so beautiful, sometimes i cry

ANYWAYS

i don't think you have to worry about beomgyu in this area. he will get cocky and say "hey y/n, don't i look handsome in this??" before posing and showing off to you, which you love to see. his confidence is totally valid

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

i'd say so

he takes romantic relationships seriously

so he's in this soulmate shit for life!

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he sometimes offers to do your hair and makeup

which is super sweet of him

and when he tries he does a really great job. he knows just how to frame your face well with your hair and he is gentle with the makeup side of things

but when he suggests it one time, at the unholy hour of 3 am, it's not something you should put your trust in

he makes you look a mess as he physically restrains you while trying to put on a bright red lipstick. both of you laughing hysterically, uncontrollably, like absolute idiots

it's safe to say that life with beomgyu is never, ever boring

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

someone who is insensitive

because beomgyu is very in touch with his emotions. now that doesn't mean he seeks someone who is the same, but he just wants his partner to take his emotions seriously and not make fun of him for expressing himself

when he is vulnerable with someone, the last thing he wants is for them to say 'stop crying, 'grow up,' or, the worst one, 'be a man'

to put it simply: don't be a toxic ass-hole and you should be fine

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

like to hold your hand when he sleeps

its just become a routine at this point

he loves, particularly during the winter months. but when its summer and it gets too hot you guys won't cuddle because you would simply melt

but that doesn't stop him from at least making a little bit of contact with you. so he always reaches out to hold your hand before drifting off to sleep

[bloodsoaked-gown]

pt 11? wahhhhh wtf lol

Saturday night- her pov

I am sitting on my bed, watching my closet that I have organized halfway till now, and other half of clothes piled up in boxes tucked beneath, better than being on floor. I should have been stressing about all of the mess I have to clean on Sunday but I don't, I have a date tomorrow with my closest friend tomorrow. I have been smiling since we kissed, if someone saw me they will call me an IDIOT. But I can't stop thinking about him. He looks so pretty when he is shy, he kisses me with such a softness and tender, even our 1st kiss was strong but tender. He is so smart and perfect, he is caring and always honest. I don't have to pretend around him being fine. We share same level of dark humor and random bad flirts, it has been going on. For last 3 years I have know him, somewhere in between the lines from hating him to liking him as a person blurred into loving him for who he is, but now that he loves, no he said maybe, he maybe loves me too, I don't know. I am scared what if I hurt him too, what if my sadness becomes too much for him, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He needs to know about all the therapy sees ions I have taken and my past, that I... I.. killed..someone. My hands are shaking again just with the thought of having to tell him everything. How will he react, will he understand it wasn't my intention? HE will hate me? leave me.. but if that's the right thing okay. I will tell him all of them later today before he makes up his mind about me. I shouldn't keep him in dark now that we.. might become something more than friends. I take in a few breathes calm down Payu your life is better now, you aren't your past and problems you will be fine, you have Luv and Ayan and other friends counting on you. Your brother is depending on you, your family needs you, you have to try harder. I put in my earphones and let songs fill my head letting go of all the thoughts. I am numb.

I didn't knew that I fell asleep, I woke up a while ago to use washroom and now, I am hungry lying on bed. 'aaaaaah' I sigh. I haven't decided what I am gonna wear tomorrow, oh my Goddd I also forgot to ask what time we are meeting from Ayan. I search for my phone.

its 2.56 am and I have a few missed calls from Luv and a lot of texts. I open to check and its Luv, being Luv. First she simps a bit about her partner then she has sent me pics of Mitsy, her cat and then to quote her "for god sake don't wear something all black tomorrow" "and if he tries anything you don't like, feel free to kill him!!!!! I will help to dispose shrimp's body B)" ''and where are u guys going???'' ''do u need me to come over to help u?'' ''yk whut I am still coming, I don't trust you'' ''text me the time asap babe or me will be invading your house tomorrow'' ''night love :3'' I am laughing reading her texts and the way she is more excited for my date than me, but I know why she is. I see Ayan has texted me too, 'I will be at your home till 10 am, wear something comfortable and also pack a set of simple clothes. I wont tell you details yet but I can assure this will be one of your best if not the best XD' I am all shy with the first thought that popped up in my mind what a trash.

I go to kitchen and put water to boil, text Luv to come at my house at till 8 am, after her gym and and set alarm for waking up early. I am too lazy to work now I will just have some instant noodle. and sleep.

sunday////////

*ding dong ding dong ding dong*

'oh my God Luv learn patience' I rush to open the door. 'hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' she squeals, she has a bubbly personality for most parts, or else murderer, and she is in her gym clothes itself ' and you haven't even showered yet have you??' ' oh you are definitely my babe' she makes a finger heart towards me 'You know me so well meri jaan' I roll my eyes at her 'tch, are you hungry?' 'what have you cooked? and who am I to say no to food??' 'nothing much just a shortcut pasta' 'damnnnn pastaaaa!'she is such a kid 'just give me 10 mins i will take a showers asap' 'NO!' I shout 'not asap' 'ok miss always paranoid' I glare at her as she mocks me with showing her tongue. And she disappears to bath with the same speed she came inside.

She is sitting on the sofa while I have been modeling clothes for her approval, its been 15 mins and whatever I wear, she hates all of them.

'how is this?' 'are you going to give a presentation?' 'ok this?' 'you are kidding me.' ' this?' ' you look like a teacher tired of life in all of them' 'I am tired, if you have a problem in all of them? then why don't you get up and help me out ' and I drag her to my room.

15 mins later, we come to conclusion of me wearing a denim wrap up dress with a black tank inside. I would have not choose it but Luv wont let me wear anything like a set of top and bottoms.

'Payu, can you not wear black one day?' she says in a pleading way ' you know why, and it's barely visible and it works well' 'oh god girl' she says in a dramatic tone and come towards me 'and why are you not showing your sexy assets' she says doing that weird thing with her hands. 'LUV.' I am judging her hard, not really If I was her I would be saying same thing to her. 'you know I don't like it, I am conscious about it too much' 'Its not like he hasn't seen them, infact he was the one losing consciousness, his mind and his sleep over it' she winks at me and I give an angry look to her to shut up. 'Fine miss never break any rule, but he is gonna see them when you are alone' she can't have her mouth shut can she? 'Don't tell me you are gonna stop him if he tries to lay you down if you know what I mean' she is smirking at me, I am blushing and she knows she got me. 'I clearly know what you mean' not that I didn't think about it but now that she said it seems more real what if we.. we do the things today no, no, we can't, its too early and i- i- 'what are you thinking, don't tell me you are already dreaming about things you will do on here' she is sitting on my bed and touching it and damn this girl is really weird, why is she my friend. I am shaking my head in disbelief 'Luv fuck you, and I hate you. I am not thinking anything' but I know my face says a different story than my mouth. 'I will be fucked later for sure' she giggles 'but you are gonna be today.' 'oh my god!!!' I throw a pillow at her 'hahaha you are red like a tomato' 'just go I hate you' she is giggle more and more 'oh you don't I am amazing' and she is right about this 'whatever.' I storm off in bathroom to get my makeup done.

'so how do I look?' I ask her 'very fuckable' she says with mouth full of pasta 'LUV.' 'ok ok, your outfit, its nice and little makeup you did is suitable for this weather, since it rains usually every evening, but ummm something is missing' 'what?' 'wait' she is searching up in my not so secret secret storage mirror damn I love this it was such a rare find. She pulls out the mauve wine lipstick, the one I rarely wear because it stands out too much but I love it. 'you need a darker shade of lipstick you know' 'I don't like to wear dark shades.' I give her a look 'but you still keep buying this' 'yeah because I love how it looks' I am objecting. 'so wear it. don't give me any look, wear it.' I give in her choice because I did thought to wear that shade today but then I didn't maybe I just needed a reassurance, and Luv was right, it was the missing thing. I love how I look. I hope he likes seeing me like this too, even if he has seen me as a mess too.

9.50 AM

'OHHOOOO ''incoming call from KALYANAM<3"' Luv shouts from living room.

'yeah coming' I grab my purse and give me a last look in front of mirror, I FEEL PRETTY.

I pick up the call ignoring the sly smile Luv was throwing at me with making a heart

'He-Hello' I am already smiling 'hii, I am downstairs' He is smiling too 'yeah give me 5 mins coming' I am nervous

tagging @hell-lit011019 @vellibandi @damnn-dorothea @pheonix-thefirebird

(bhaiiiii i didnt thought i would write today but here it comes ahaha next whole date will be from ayan ka pov :D or maybe will jump between both of them)

[sims3fiend]

Sims 3 Error 12 "fixes"

Been looking at the infamous error 12 today while playing bald gate and have made a lil bit of progress that I think I should put somewhere, mostly so I don't forget. (AKA just use dxvk for smoother gameplay AND less crashes!)

While none of this is really a complete fix, I think it's a step in the right direction and someone smarter than me might be able to skip a couple steps on their path as a result.

The issue: Sims 3 is a 32 bit game and has a hard limit of 4gb RAM. I have no idea what happens if it hits that limit because I don't have a save bloated enough (yet), but I'm guessing it'd crash. The base game on an extremely bloated save (for me) sits around 2600mb-3100. For whatever reason, saving the game causes a spike in RAM usage ranging from 50 - 400mb+, which if you're lucky will error 12 you, and if you're unlucky will crash you, throwing your last hour+ of gameplay into the bin.

In general, if you're around 3200mb usage, you should've saved 10 minutes ago.

A couple "fixes": Part of the issue is that the game seems to load certain objects/textures into RAM, with VRAM being capped at around 840~mb on a good day, and (maybe?) contributing to the overall limit. Easy way to fix this seems to be using DXVK, which, for me at least, removed the RAM bump when objects are loaded. 0 lots detail loaded? 2700mb, 13? 2700mb. I might write a proper installation guide for it, but for now there's a bit in my general performance tweaks post, along with my config. Another fix is, of course, the tried and true, quit your game every hour, clean your save, pray to god thing, but at certain family/save sizes it does seem like you're just kind of circling the drain. I would recommend if you are playing a 300 person household who own the entire town, dropping ObjectSizeCullFactor down in your graphics.sgr file (also in my tweaks). It's personal preference but 20~ should be mostly unnoticeable while greaaattly helping the initial bloating. I've noticed around a 250mb~ drop from the default settings, but that could just be luck. The rest of my settings don't(and shouldn't) have any impact as far as I can tell, but I'll look more later. Another thing that might help if you're already getting the error and desperately need to save, is unloading lots. There's probably a cooler way of doing this, and there's potential for a mod, but try flying your camera into a far corner, entering the map mode, pressing tab and looking up into the sky/towards nothingness before saving. This gets me around 150-200mb

Setting max detail lots to 0 also helps, but isn't exactly doable for most people (lowest is 1 in game). TS3W.exe+86C647 writes to the value if you're feeling zesty. There's other addresses that could potentially help but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Ideally this would be automatically set when saving, or even more ideally, we could just call a purge/reinitialize every so often. I'm pretty sure the game can reclaim memory, I've seen it happen, I just have no idea what triggered it.

Other basic render-based settings seem to have no impact on RAM/VRAM, which is in line with my sgr stutter findings about clipping distance and fog. Still need to test more tho.

Anywhoo that's all for now. I'll probably keep at it tomorrow, I'd like to see what exactly is causing the bloating and if it's vram based or ram, I feel like it's something really silly that should be easy to fix, but we'll find out