#create custom filters

[unteriors-in-house-flipper-2]

I am losing my mind at this blog

this, this is peak art

I really mean it

it's honestly so amazing and layered, taking a game about fixing up homes, cleaning them up, making them attractive and sellable

then purposefully doing the opposite to create dirty, lived in spaces is such a raw thing to do

gosh that's amazing

YOU GET IT 🧡 and thank you for your kind words :)

playing the sims ive always been a builder babe, and i loved house flipper 1 but neither of those games really let me create the interiors i actually find interesting.

the trash generator and dirt/stain painting tools are very straightforward, but combined with the overhauled build mechanics they give me just the right combination of complexity and limitations to finally let me try to replicate the aura or atmosphere these spaces carry! everything from the choice of furniture to the wear and tear and even the framing of the photos themselves tell a story and its a fun challenge to push the engine and see how close i can get.

[perilegs]

ignore the baldness, but, uh, how do we feel about the lace underwear poking out from wyll's pants. to. emulate the red details of his camp outfit of course

[phoneahandyman]

Choosing the Perfect Beauty Salon Curtains in Sydney for a Stylish and Functional Space

When it comes to designing a beauty salon, every detail matters. From the layout to the furniture, every element contributes to the overall ambiance and customer experience. One of the most overlooked yet crucial aspects of salon décor is the choice of curtains. Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney are more than just decorative pieces; they serve multiple purposes, including privacy, light control, and enhancing the aesthetic appeal of the space.

Why Beauty Salon Curtains Matter

Beauty salons are places where clients come to relax and enjoy self-care treatments. The right atmosphere can make a significant difference in customer satisfaction and retention. Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney play a vital role in setting the mood and ensuring a comfortable experience for both clients and staff.

Well-chosen curtains can help regulate natural light, creating a warm and inviting environment. They also provide privacy, especially in treatment areas where clients need a secluded space. In addition, curtains can serve as room dividers, making it easy to separate different sections of the salon without permanent partitions.

Choosing the Right Material for Beauty Salon Curtains

The material of your salon curtains will determine their durability, maintenance requirements, and overall appearance. Some of the best materials for Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney include:

Sheer Curtains: These are perfect for allowing natural light to filter through while maintaining a soft and elegant look. They are ideal for reception areas where you want a bright and airy feel.

Velvet Curtains: If you want to add a touch of luxury and sophistication, velvet curtains are an excellent choice. They provide excellent insulation and sound absorption, creating a cozy atmosphere in your salon.

Blackout Curtains: For salons that offer treatments requiring a darker setting, blackout curtains are the perfect option. They help control lighting conditions, making them ideal for facial and massage rooms.

Linen Curtains: This material is a great choice for a more natural and relaxed aesthetic. Linen curtains are breathable and easy to maintain, making them a practical option for busy salons.

Color and Design Trends for Beauty Salon Curtains

The color and design of your curtains should complement the overall theme of your salon. Some popular trends for Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney include:

Neutral Tones: Shades like beige, white, and grey create a sophisticated and modern look that pairs well with any interior décor.

Pastel Colors: Soft pinks, blues, and greens add a calming and inviting touch to the salon environment.

Bold Patterns: If you want to make a statement, opt for floral or geometric patterns that add personality and uniqueness to your space.

Metallic Accents: Gold and silver-threaded curtains can add a touch of glamour and elegance, perfect for high-end beauty salons.

Custom-Made vs. Ready-Made Salon Curtains

When shopping for Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney, you have the option to choose between custom-made and ready-made curtains.

Custom-made curtains allow you to select the exact fabric, color, and size that fits your salon’s specific needs. They are perfect for those who want a unique and tailored look. However, they tend to be more expensive and take longer to produce.

On the other hand, ready-made curtains are more budget-friendly and readily available. They come in standard sizes and designs, making them a quick and convenient solution for salons that need an instant makeover.

Where to Buy the Best Beauty Salon Curtains in Sydney

Finding high-quality Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney is essential to achieving the perfect salon ambiance. Sydney is home to several curtain retailers and manufacturers that offer a wide range of styles and fabrics to suit different tastes and budgets.

Many local home décor stores carry stylish and affordable options, while specialized curtain shops provide expert advice and customization services. Online stores are also a great place to explore a variety of curtain styles, often with the convenience of delivery and installation services.

Maintaining Beauty Salon Curtains for Longevity

Once you have chosen the perfect Beauty Salon Curtains Sydney, proper maintenance is key to keeping them looking fresh and stylish. Regular cleaning prevents dust accumulation and ensures that your curtains remain in top condition.

For sheer and linen curtains, gentle hand washing or machine washing on a delicate cycle is recommended. Velvet and blackout curtains may require dry cleaning to maintain their texture and appearance. It’s also a good idea to rotate curtains occasionally to prevent uneven fading due to sunlight exposure.

Final Thoughts

Investing in the right Beauty Salon Curtains in Sydney can transform your salon into a welcoming and aesthetically pleasing space. By choosing the right material, color, and design, you can enhance the overall ambiance and create a comfortable environment for your clients. Whether you opt for custom-made or ready-made curtains, selecting high-quality options will ensure long-term durability and style. With proper care and maintenance, your salon curtains will continue to elevate your space, making every client’s visit a relaxing and enjoyable experience.

[changes]

New: Search operators for better searching!

We hear you, and we share your frustrations: it’s hard to find a specific post. You know it has a particular tag or phrase, and it was posted on this date, or at least, within a specific year. But you can't find it!

So, today, we’re excited to announce that you can use ✨ advanced search operators ✨ in the search bar now! You can now say potato from:staff year:2021 to easily enjoy that video of a potato being microwaved again.

Before we jump into the details, a couple of caveats to note:

These search operators are only available in the main Tumblr search bar. They don’t work in the search bar in individual blogs.

The search operators only work on posts created in 2017 or later.

OK! Let’s go explore these operators!

Exact phrase match

When you surround your query with regular double quotes (not curly quotes), it will match posts with that exact phrase in the post's text content, or that exact phrase as a tag.

For example, "chappell roan is roan of arc" matches posts with that exact phrase in the content, and also matches posts that have the exact tag #chappell roan is roan of arc.

Match operator

By default, the query matches the post on either the text or the tags.

You can use match:text to specify you want to search the post content, or match:tags to search the post tags. For example:

sword world match:text looks for posts with the words "sword" and "world" in the post content.

sword world match:tags looks for posts with the words "sword" and "world" in the post tags.

From operator

Use from:blog or from:@​blog to find only posts by a particular blog.

For example, halloween from:staff finds all posts by @staff that has the word "halloween" in the post content or tags.

Year operator

Use year:YYYY to find posts from a particular year.

For example, halloween year:2019 finds all posts from 2019 that has the word "halloween" in the post content or tags.

Date operator

Use date:YYYY-MM-DD to find posts from a particular date.

For example, halloween date:2019-10-08 finds all posts created on October 8, 2019 that has the word "halloween" in the post content or tags.

All together

You can combine all the tools above to form even more specific queries:

Congrats! You’re now a Tumblr search wizard! 🪄

Other syntax

As a reminder, you can already search by a tag, or by multiple tags:

Prefixing your query with # performs a tag search — that is, it will find posts with that exact tag. For example, #star wars will only return posts with the #star wars tag.

You can search for multiple tags at at time. For example, #star wars #art will find posts that are tagged with both the tag #star wars and the tag #art.

You can combine this with the new operators to find what you are looking for!

A guide on how to use the new operators has also been added to our Search and Filtering Basics Guide.

Tumblr Patio support

The enhanced syntax makes Tumblr Patio even more powerful. You can now open multiple search columns each with different fine-tuned queries that use the syntax above to get you customized feeds.

Feedback

We’d love to hear what you think! Please share your feedback in the replies and reblogs of this post, or by reaching out to Tumblr Support.

[sejianismodding]

🎁 [BG] CAS Filters -- I did it, baby! 🎓 INSTRUCTIONS (IMAGES) NOW AVAILABLE!

☠️ REMINDER: Double-check the OP for updates!

⚔️ Requires - TS4: BASE GAME

☄️ Updated - 5/22/2025

🚀 Initial Release - 4/22/2025

🎁 Download and Discussions: https://www.patreon.com/posts/126616540

🗺️ Modding Announcements: https://www.patreon.com/posts/109291501

⚙️ EUREKA! I figured it out! I can now create custom filters in CAS for just about anything. This is going to ruin my life… but maybe it'll make The Sims 4 a little more tolerable for you.

🦄 Re-blog this post. Share it around. @ your favorite creators. Tell your friends and your anemones. This is happening even if I have to do it myself.

📸 I will take better screenshots when I get the chance. I literally figured out how to do this in the middle of doing my BASE GAME CAS Overrides, CAS Add-Ons, and CAS De-Bloating™. In other words, figuring this out completely derailed my modding life.

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🌸 WE CAN DO THIS. YOU AND ME. TOGETHER:

For all intents and purposes, this is a "community project". I am willing and able to create and maintain the required override, the hundreds upon hundreds of unique 9-digit "IDs" for the "TagValueNumber", and the unique Strings, etc., but I can't possibly override every custom CAS item in existence.

Help me make this a reality, and also, keep your fingers crossed that the override doesn't break under the weight of the hundreds upon hundreds of entries I'm adding to it.

Oh hai, @sims4studioofficial. Can you add a BATCH FIX that <LOOKS THROUGH MY WISH LIST> allows us to add a "SpecialContent" TAG with a custom "TagValueNumber" to a whole folder of CAS mods? Even if you can't get the "CategoryNumber" to copy properly, a BATCH FIX will at least eliminate half the busywork.

🎓 HOW IT DO, PIKACHU:

If you're well-versed in creating or modifying CAS content, all you need to do is add a new TAG to your swatches - you can do just the first swatch, but you should do all swatches - and change the "CategoryNumber" to "127" (without the quotes), and change the "TagValueNumber" to the desired 9-digit "ID".

For everyone else who is new to this, instructional screenshots have been provided under the spreadsheet. Don't forget to grab the JSON files and toss them into "Documents\Sims 4 Studio\Custom Tags"to make life easier.

🌸 A UNIQUE 9-DIGIT "ID" FOR EVERYONE:

I wanted to @ everyone in this post, but Tumblr appears to have @ limits, so I'm doing multiple posts instead.

TagValueNumbers - Part 1: https://../781101093269749760

TagValueNumbers - Part 2: https://../781133788117942272

TagValueNumbers - Part 3: https://../781165285574131712

TagValueNumbers - Part 4: https://../781274185632727040

TagValueNumbers - Part 5: https://../781314537665298432

TagValueNumbers - Part 6: https://../781413445403820032

TagValueNumbers - Lucky 7: https://../781427101175808000

TagValueNumbers - Part 8: https://../781766647579115520

TagValueNumbers - Part 9: https://../781772569760169985

TagValueNumbers - Part 10: https://../782039895383375873

TagValueNumbers - Part 11: https://../782614845473390592

TagValueNumbers - Part 12: https://../782672108557893632

TagValueNumbers - Part 13: https://../783433389583843328

TagValueNumbers - Part 14: https://../784160883600474112

TagValueNumbers - Part 15: https://../784165978829357056

TagValueNumbers - Part 16: https://../784173226147332096

TagValueNumbers - Part 17: https://../784178235638448129

TagValueNumbers - Part 18: https://../784184141895909376

TagValueNumbers - Part 19: https://../784188133361221632

TagValueNumbers - Part 20: https://../784202170246610944

TagValueNumbers - Part 21: https://../784217965143932928

TagValueNumbers - Part 22: https://../784268469561606145

TagValueNumbers - Part 23: PENDING™

⚠️ BE ADVISED - I CHANGED A FEW "IDS":

My pinky promises that I will not make this a regular thing. The "IDs" in red have been replaced by those in white. In the spreadsheet, the changed "IDs" are highlighted in GREEN.

@cazhan -- 203294262 ⚠️ 203294260

CCBriekel (Patreon) -- 203274353 ⚠️ 203227435

@eunosims -- 304866746 ⚠️ 305866746

@j3lly-fish -- 510355934 ⚠️ 510055934

@oito-cc -- 615486220 ⚠️ 615486000

P.peng (Patreon) -- 716736400 ⚠️ 716073640

@s-club-tbr (TSR) -- 719258200 ⚠️ 719025820

@sims3melancholic -- 719467363 ⚠️ 719467863

@strangestorytellersims -- 719872643 ⚠️ 719872678

@zx-ta -- 929908200 ⚠️ 926908200

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⚠️ THIS POST IS STILL SUBJECT TO CHANGE:

Everything you need to know should be covered in this Tumblr OP and the Patreon OP, but I might do some spring cleaning when I'm done with the Patreon OP.

[mirtelolivia]

Wedding photo editing and correction in adobe Lightroom.

[fairyofmomo]

Closer than Coffee

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: winners love winning, fluff :3

a/n: hai im formerly momospetdog, coming back after a 6 months break (or maybe not)

There was something comforting about routines. The steady predictability of knowing what came next, of settling into habits that made life feel a little less chaotic. For you, this routine involved a quaint little café tucked between towering office buildings—a warm, cozy sanctuary where the scent of fresh coffee and pastries wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. It is where you could retreat from the humdrum of work, find solace in a steaming cup of coffee, and momentarily escape the weight of deadlines.

You had been coming here for months, always ordering the same thing: a classic flat white with just a hint of vanilla. The baristas, familiar with your routine, rarely needed to ask for your order anymore. It was always ready within minutes, accompanied by a polite nod or a small smile from the usual staff.

But one morning, something—or rather, someone—changed that routine.

The familiar chime of the café doorbell greeted you as you stepped inside, the early morning rush creating a gentle buzz of activity around you. You adjusted the strap of your bag, already reaching into your pocket for your wallet as you approached the counter. But as you lifted your gaze, practiced words of order nearly caught in your throat.

The barista behind the counter was new.

You had never seen her before, and yet, the sight of her was enough to make you momentarily forget what you were even doing. She was effortlessly beautiful—her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a polite, almost playful smile as she prepared an order. But her eyes truly held you captive—warm and bright, like sunlight filtering through honey.

A princess. That was the first thought that crossed your mind.

“Good morning!” The new barista’s voice was smooth and cheerful as she turned to you. “What can I get for you?”

For a split second, your mind went blank.

“Uh…” You glanced at the menu as if you don’t know what you wanted. “Flat white. With vanilla”

The barista nodded, tapping the order into the register. “Coming right up! Name for the cup?”

“Y/N”

The barista hummed thoughtfully, scribbling it down. “Pretty name”

You weren’t sure if it was just casual friendliness or you’re was reading too much into it, but either way, the offhanded compliment sent a small flutter through your chest. You handed over your payment and took a step back, trying to act as if you weren’t sneaking glances at the barista as she worked.

Within minutes, your coffee was placed on the counter. “Here you go, Y/N. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” You muttered, fingers brushing against the warm cup as you took it. You turned on your heel, heading straight for the door. Even as you stepped outside, the weight of Sana’s gaze lingered in your mind—along with the memory of her bright smile.

With a quiet sigh, you shook your head and focused on the path ahead. You had work to get to.

The barista was already moving on to the next order, but just before you turned away completely, your eyes met briefly.

And then she smiled.

You quickly looked away, heat rising to cheeks.

Oh. you are in trouble.

For the next week, the routine repeated itself.

Every morning, you would push open the café’s glass door, the soft chime of the bell announcing your arrival. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted you like an old friend, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. You would step into line, hands tucked into coat pockets, eyes still heavy with sleep. And there, standing behind the counter, was the new barista.

Sana.

At first, your interactions were brief. Simple exchanges of words, barely a handful of sentences each morning.

“Good morning! What can I get for you?”

“Flat white. With Vanilla”

“Coming right up!”

It was nothing out of the ordinary—just another polite customer-barista interaction. But even in those short moments, there was something about Sana that made the air feel different. Maybe it was the way her voice carried a certain warmth or the way her lips quirked in amusement whenever you stumbled over your words. Maybe it was the way her fingers moved so effortlessly over the espresso machine, as if making coffee was second nature to her.

By the third day, you had learned her name.

By the fifth day, you had memorized the way Sana absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when she concentrated, how her brows knitted slightly when she counted bills, and how she always hummed softly while steaming milk.

By the seventh day, you had come to anticipate the moment Sana greeted you with that easy, familiar smile—one that felt as if it had been meant for you all along.

A week had passed since you first noticed Sana. Seven days of rushed morning visits, stolen glances, and coffee cups with little notes that made your heart feel just a little bit lighter.

You had gotten used to it now—walking into the café, being greeted by that familiar warm smile, watching Sana work behind the counter with effortless grace. It had become part of your day, your routine, the reason you looked forward to mornings despite the exhaustion of work.

But today, the exhaustion was winning.

You barely made it through the door that morning. Your steps were slower, shoulders heavier, mind clouded with the overwhelming weight of deadlines, endless meetings, and the kind of exhaustion that clung to your bones like an iron grip. You hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night—not even close.

Your eyes stung slightly from lack of rest as you shuffled toward the counter, barely noticing the other customers around you. Your usual crispness was missing—the automatic, half-awake rhythm of placing your order now replaced by sluggish movements, fingers fumbling as you pulled out your wallet.

Sana noticed immediately.

The moment you stepped up to the counter, Sana’s smile faltered for just a second. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—the quick flicker of concern that crossed her eyes, the way her fingers hesitated against the register before she spoke.

“Good morning, Y/N” Her voice was as gentle as ever, but there was something else woven into it this time. Something softer.

You barely looked up as you muttered, “Morning”

Sana tilted her head slightly, watching you carefully. “Your usual?”

A nod. “Yes”

Sana hummed, fingers moving over the register with ease. But instead of turning away immediately to make the drink, she leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the counter as she studied your face.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice dipping into something quieter—something meant just for you.

You blinked, a little startled by the question. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to people asking about your well-being, but something about the way Sana asked made your chest tighten slightly. It wasn’t a passing inquiry, wasn’t a question asked out of politeness. It was real. Genuine.

And for some reason, that made it harder to brush off.

You exhaled, rubbing a hand over your face. “Just tired”

Sana nodded slowly, as if mulling over your response. Then, a small smile tugged at her lips—one of those teasing, playful ones that always made your heart do stupid things.

“Rough morning?” Sana asked, eyes twinkling with something lighthearted.

You let out a short, dry laugh. “More like a rough week”

Sana clicked her tongue in sympathy, shaking her head. “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do”

You raised an eyebrow, amused despite exhaustion. “Oh? And what do you suggest?”

Sana tapped a finger against the counter, pretending to think. “Well, for starters, coffee. Lots of it”

You huffed a laugh. “Obviously”

“And,” Sana continued, leaning in just a bit, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “maybe… some positive energy?”

You blinked at her. “Positive energy?”

“Mhm,” Sana nodded sagely, her expression perfectly serious. “It’s a scientifically proven fact that a good mood can make your coffee taste even better. That’s why I always make sure to add an extra dose of good vibes when I make your order”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. It was a small, tired chuckle, but it was the first genuine laugh you had let out that morning. “Oh yeah? And here I thought it was just good barista skills”

Sana placed a hand over her chest, feigning offense. “How dare you doubt my methods?”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Okay, okay. I’ll trust the process”

Sana grinned. “That’s the spirit”

And just like that, you felt a little lighter.

For a few seconds, you had forgotten about the stress, about the deadlines waiting for you. All you could think about was the way Sana was looking at you, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she made exhaustion feel a little more bearable.

Before you could spiral too much into that thought, Sana turned back to the espresso machine, getting to work on her order. You watched, leaning slightly against the counter, too tired to stop yourself from staring.

It was mesmerizing, the way Sana moved—her fingers swift and practiced, the way she measured the espresso shots with precision, how she steamed the milk with just the right amount of care.

A minute later, she turned back around, sliding the cup toward you with a flourish.

“Here you go,” she said, that soft, teasing smile still in place.

You reached for the cup, fingers brushing against the warm cardboard sleeve. You were about to mumble a thanks and turn to leave when you noticed something.

Another note.

Handwritten, just beneath your name.

You blinked.

‘You’re doing amazing. Even if today sucks :)’

You felt your throat tighten slightly.

You swallowed, suddenly very aware of the fact that Sana was watching you. You could feel the weight of her gaze, you could see the barely concealed amusement in her eyes as if she was waiting for a reaction.

You cleared her throat, forcing yourself to play it cool. “So… is this part of the good vibes too?”

Sana tilted her head, pretending to think. “I don’t know. Maybe. Does it work?”

You hesitated.

The answer was yes. God, yes.

But you weren’t about to admit that.

Instead, you exhaled through your nose, shaking your head with a small smile. “I’ll let you know after this coffee kicks in”

Sana grinned. “Deal”

And just like that, you found yourself walking out of the café feeling a little warmer—not from the coffee, but from the lingering feeling of Sana’s words pressed against your skin.

For the rest of the morning, you held onto that feeling.

Maybe it was just a small gesture. A silly little note.

But maybe, just maybe, it meant something more.

The low hum of the café was different at night.

Gone was the rush of morning customers, the hurried exchanges of coffee orders, the clatter of cups against countertops. Instead, the air was thick with a kind of stillness that only came with late hours—soft music playing in the background, the occasional sound of a chair scraping against the floor, the gentle clinking of dishes being washed in the kitchen.

It was peaceful.

And yet, for you, peace was the last thing on your mind.

You sat hunched over your laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting off your tired eyes as you tried to focus. Papers were spread across the table, notebook flipped open to a page filled with frantic scribbles. A half-empty cup of coffee sat beside, long gone cold.

It had been a long day—no, a long week. Deadlines were looming over like dark clouds, inbox was a mess, and brain felt like it was running on fumes. The café had always been a safe space for, a place where you could breathe, but tonight, you were suffocating under the weight of everything you had to do.

You barely noticed the way the café had emptied over the past hour.

What you did notice, however, was the presence behind the counter—the one that made your heart do ridiculous things even in a exhausted state.

Sana.

Even without looking, you knew she was there. You could hear her soft footsteps as she moved around, the quiet efficiency with which she wiped down the counters, the delicate clinking of cups as she organized them.

It was comforting, in a way.

But it was also distracting.

You had done a great job of ignoring it all night—of keeping your eyes locked on her screen, of pretending you weren’t aware of every little thing Sana did. But when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, you stiffened slightly, forcing yourself to look as composed as possible.

A shadow fell over the table.

“You’ve been here for a while,” Sana observed, tilting her head slightly as she studied you.

You blinked up at her, feeling a little caught. “Oh, sorry”

Sana raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “It’s okay. Still working?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Unfortunately”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“Want a refill?” Sana asked, her voice dipping into something too soft, too warm. “On the house”

You hesitated. You should say no. You had already had too much coffee today, and needed to get at least some sleep.

But the way Sana was looking at you made it impossible to refuse.

“Are you sure?” You asked instead, glancing between Sana and the empty cup.

Sana’s lips curled into something playful. “I’m the barista. I make the rules”

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head with a small, tired smile. “Alright, then. I guess I can’t argue with that”

Sana’s grin widened, and without another word, she took your cup and walked back behind the counter.

You watched her go, actually watched her this time—the way she moved so easily around the espresso machine, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips pursed in concentration.

She looked… effortlessly beautiful.

Y/N swallowed, quickly looking away before she got too caught up in her thoughts.

Moments later, Sana returned, placing the fresh cup of coffee in front of her with a flourish.

“There you go,” she said, resting her hands on her hips.

Y/N murmured a quick thanks, fingers curling around the cup. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her.

Sana didn’t move.

Instead, she tilted her head, eyes scanning over Y/N’s face like she was trying to figure something out.

“You look exhausted,” she finally said.

Y/N let out a dry laugh. “That obvious, huh?”

“Painfully”

Y/N sighed, taking a small sip of her coffee. The taste was rich, smooth, and just right, as always.

Sana hummed in thought. Then, before Y/N could react, she pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.

Y/N blinked.

“Uh—”

“Just for a second,” Sana said casually, as if she hadn’t just made Y/N’s brain short-circuit. “I’m technically still on my break”

Y/N swallowed. Oh. Okay.

She wasn’t sure what to do with herself now. Her heart was suddenly beating a little too fast, and she had no idea why.

Sana leaned her elbows against the table, resting her chin on her palm. “So, what’s keeping you up?”

Y/N sighed, gesturing to the mess of papers in front of her. “Work”

Sana hummed. “Deadlines?”

“Yeah”

“Annoying boss?”

Y/N huffed a laugh. “Something like that”

Sana’s lips twitched. “Sounds rough”

“It is rough”

Sana tapped her fingers lightly against the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s face. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she said, “You should take a break”

Y/N snorted. “And do what?”

Sana pretended to think. “I don’t know. Maybe stare dramatically out the window and pretend you’re the main character in a movie?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “I’ll consider it”

Sana grinned. “Good. Because if you pass out from overworking yourself, I’m not carrying you out of here”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Wow. So much for customer service”

Sana gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Excuse me? I just gave you free coffee. I think that makes me employee of the month”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine. I appreciate it”

Sana’s expression softened slightly. “Good”

A comfortable silence settled between them.

For a moment, it was just the two of them in their little world—the quiet café, the low hum of music, the scent of coffee lingering in the air.

Then, Sana sighed and stood up, stretching slightly. “Alright, I should get back to work before they fire me”

Y/N smirked. “Probably a good idea”

Sana winked before stepping back toward the counter.

And just like that, the moment was over.

But as Y/N took another sip of her coffee, she realized something.

It tasted a little sweeter than usual.

You weren’t sure if that was because of the vanilla…

Or because of the girl who made it.

The morning sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting soft beams of light across the polished counters and cozy tables. It was another crisp morning, and the usual crowd had yet to trickle in, leaving the café feeling calm, almost serene.

Y/N was a creature of habit, and the familiarity of her morning routine was something she clung to. The soft hum of the café’s espresso machine, the quiet chatter of the staff behind the counter, and—of course—her usual order, which she had memorized after weeks of visits.

She pushed the door open with a soft chime of the bell, and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her immediately.

It was a peaceful morning, just like any other, but the moment her eyes flickered to the counter, she froze.

Sana was there.

She stood behind the espresso machine, her apron tied around her waist, her smile effortlessly bright, and her energy just as magnetic as always. She was so easy to look at, in a way that made Y/N’s heart skip. The barista looked so calm, so collected, and yet so alive with that spark in her eyes—the one Y/N could never quite explain.

Y/N, despite herself, couldn’t help but feel her stomach do a little flip at the sight of her.

“Good morning!” Sana greeted her, her voice carrying the usual warmth that made Y/N’s heart stutter in her chest.

Y/N swallowed before replying, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good Morning. Same as usual, please”

Sana nodded without missing a beat. Her fingers danced across the buttons of the espresso machine, pulling shots of coffee with practiced ease. But despite her focused movements, there was an undeniable lightness in the air, a tension that was hard to ignore.

Y/N leaned against the counter, absently staring at the swirling steam rising from the machine. She tried not to watch Sana too closely. Don’t be weird, she reminded herself. Just get the coffee and go.

But her thoughts kept drifting back to Sana.

There was something about her—the way her hair cascaded down in soft waves, the way her lips curled into that inviting smile, the way she spoke to her as though they were the only two people in the world at that moment.

“Here you go, Y/N,” Sana said, placing the cup in front of her.

Y/N blinked, startled by the sudden sound. She hadn’t realized she had been staring. “Thank you”

As she reached for the cup, she noticed the way Sana’s eyes lingered on her just a little too long. There was a softness there, something that made Y/N feel a flutter in her chest.

Sana’s smile turned teasing, almost mischievous. “You’re looking extra cute this morning,” she said, her tone light, but the compliment was sincere.

Y/N felt the blood rush to her face immediately. “Huh?”

Sana leaned closer, resting her elbows on the counter as if she had all the time in the world. “I mean, you always look cute, but today especially,” she added, her voice warm and smooth.

Y/N blinked rapidly, her mind spinning. Did she just say that? Did she—did she just call me cute?

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she prayed to whatever higher power was listening that she wasn’t visibly flushing.

Sana seemed to notice. She paused, her lips quirking up in the gentlest of smiles. She leaned down just slightly, almost conspiratorially, as though sharing a secret.

“Are you blushing?” Sana asked softly, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

Y/N could barely form a coherent thought as she stammered, “No—I mean, I’m—uh...” She cleared her throat, trying desperately to regain some sense of control over her body. “I’m fine. I’m fine”

Sana’s smile grew, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, you are cute when you blush, so I won’t hold it against you”

Y/N just about melted right then and there.

“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled, feeling incredibly flustered. She gripped her coffee cup a little too tightly, trying to will herself back to normal.

Sana didn’t back off. Instead, she reached for a marker tucked in her apron pocket, the soft click of the cap releasing making Y/N’s heart race for no apparent reason.

Without saying a word, Sana grabbed the lid of Y/N’s coffee cup and started to write something on the edge.

Y/N glanced down, still trying to compose herself, but the curiosity gnawed at her. What was she writing?

Sana finished her note and pushed the cup back toward Y/N. “There,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. “A little something extra”

Y/N blinked, taking the cup with trembling hands. As she stared down at the writing on the lid, her eyes widened.

It was a phone number.

Sana’s phone number.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, and she looked up at Sana, who was watching her with that same playful expression, like she was waiting for her reaction.

The tension in the air thickened. Sana’s gaze lingered on Y/N for a beat too long, her smile warm and knowing.

Y/N’s mind went blank. “I—uh...” She fumbled for words, unable to hide the flush that had spread across her face. “You—you wrote your number on my coffee cup?”

Sana’s grin widened. “Yeah,” she replied casually, her voice lowering just a little, “figured you could use it. You know, in case you wanted to talk sometime”

Y/N’s heart was pounding now, and her palms were sweaty around the cup. She could barely look at the number written there, though it was now permanently etched into her mind.

Sana tilted her head, watching Y/N’s reaction with interest. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to talk to me?”

Y/N’s throat felt dry, and she stammered, “No! I—I do. It’s just... I—uh... I didn’t expect this”

Sana laughed, a soft, lilting sound that made Y/N feel like she had just been wrapped in warmth. “Well, I thought it might be fun to mix things up a bit”

Y/N’s brain was still catching up to the reality of the situation. Did she just... flirt with me? Did she just give me her number like that?

As if reading her mind, Sana winked. “You can call or text anytime,” she said softly, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll be waiting”

Y/N felt her stomach do a flip. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face and the way her heart was racing.

Sana stepped back, still watching her with a mix of amusement and something else—something a little softer, a little more genuine. “Alright, I’ve gotta get back to work,” she said, her voice light. “But, you know, I’ll be thinking about you”

Y/N barely registered the words, too busy staring at the number on her coffee cup.

As she turned to leave, she heard Sana’s voice once more, almost a whisper now: “Don’t take too long, okay?”

Y/N nodded, barely able to keep her thoughts straight as she made her way to the door, her fingers still gripping the cup. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Sana had given her her number. She had flirted with her. And for some reason, Y/N had no idea how to process any of it.

But one thing was certain.

She couldn’t wait to text her.

The day had stretched on longer than Sana anticipated, her mind always circling back to one thought: Y/N. She couldn’t help it. She had given Y/N her phone number that morning, and even though she had acted casual, a small part of her was nervous, her heart fluttering in anticipation. Would Y/N text her? Would she even be interested in talking outside of the café? The possibilities made her anxious yet excited all the same.

Sana had gone through the motions of the day, serving customers, keeping up with her duties, all the while her phone—silent in her pocket—reminded her of that simple, bold act she had taken earlier. She’d left Y/N with more than just her coffee. She had left Y/N with a part of herself, a small invitation to something more than casual small talk.

The evening came, and the café quieted down as usual. The last of the customers had trickled out, leaving only the kitchen staff working in the back. Sana, still running through the final tasks of the day, kept her eyes on her phone. She had the habit of checking it—just in case. A text, even if it was just a simple “Thanks for the coffee” would be more than enough to make her smile.

But there was nothing.

She smiled to herself, trying to shake off the nervous feeling creeping into her chest. It’s okay, she reminded herself, she probably just needs time.

After closing up, Sana sat alone at the counter, scrolling through random videos on her phone, trying to distract herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she kept glancing at her phone screen, hoping for a little vibration, a ding that would signal a message.

Then, as if the universe was listening to her silent plea, it came.

A small vibration. Sana’s breath hitched in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the notification, her eyes widening at the screen.

It was a message.

From Y/N.

Sana’s fingers trembled slightly as she unlocked her phone. There, right in front of her, were Y/N’s words:

“Hey, it’s me! I just wanted to say thanks for the coffee this morning and well, the note. It made my day a little bit easier”

Sana let out a quiet laugh, leaning back in her chair. She could feel the warmth spreading through her chest at the simple message. Her fingers danced over the screen as she replied, her smile wide.

“I’m so glad it helped! I figured you could use some extra encouragement today 😊”

It didn’t take long before Y/N responded again. This time, her message was a bit longer.

“You were right about that. I needed the motivation. Today was one of those days. But it’s nice to know someone’s thinking about me”

Sana’s heart skipped another beat. She couldn’t help but feel warmth flood her. She quickly typed back, the words flowing from her fingers as if they were meant to be shared.

“Of course, I’m always thinking about you. And if you ever need a little more motivation, you know where to find me 😊”

She pressed send, staring at the message for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. The small exchange had already made her heart race, her mind racing with all the possible things they could talk about, things they could share outside of the café.

Minutes passed, and soon, Y/N’s reply appeared.

“You’re so sweet. I really needed this tonight. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I don’t usually talk about how stressed I get, but it’s hard sometimes”

Sana’s smile softened, her fingers typing out a response without hesitation.

“I understand. But you don’t have to go through it alone, you know? I’m here if you need someone to listen. You’re doing great, really”

Y/N didn’t reply immediately, and for a moment, Sana felt that familiar, nervous anticipation creeping back in. But just as she was about to put her phone down, the screen lit up again.

“I’m sorry to keep you up with my rambling. I’m just not used to this kind of support”

Sana couldn’t help but laugh softly, her thumb gliding across the keyboard.

“Don’t apologize! I like hearing from you. And it’s okay to talk about whatever’s on your mind. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Sana felt warmth at the idea of being someone Y/N could turn to. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them—whether it was the budding excitement of a new friendship or the potential for something deeper—but she liked it. She liked the idea of being the one to help make Y/N feel better, to be the person she could rely on.

She added a small, playful note to lighten the mood.

“But hey, I have to warn you. I’m really good at convincing people to get some sleep, so you’re gonna have to listen to me for this one. 😘 You’ve got work tomorrow, right? You need to rest up!”

A few seconds passed before Y/N responded.

“You’re right. I should sleep. But I’m not sure I can”

Sana furrowed her brows in concern. She quickly typed back.

“Why not? You deserve to rest. I’ll even take care of the coffee tomorrow. I’ve got you covered, okay?”

Y/N replied almost immediately, and Sana could hear the small smile in her words.

“You’re too sweet, Sana. Alright, I promise I’ll try to get some rest. And I’m holding you to that coffee”

Sana chuckled, her heart swelling.

“Deal. Now get some sleep, alright? I’ll make sure your coffee’s ready and waiting when you get here. You’ve got this”

Y/N’s response was simple but warm.

“Good night, Sana. Thanks again for everything”

Sana grinned at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She didn’t want the conversation to end, but she knew that Y/N needed rest.

With one final message, she sent her goodnight.

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams, and I’ll see you tomorrow”

Sana sighed contentedly, staring at the phone for a moment before finally putting it down on the counter. She couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop thinking about how Y/N had made her feel in just a few short hours.

Sana had never been one for late-night conversations, but something about talking to Y/N felt different. Natural. Like they were already comfortable with each other, even though they barely knew one another outside of their morning exchanges.

With that thought in mind, Sana went to bed that night a little lighter, a little happier, and a lot more excited for tomorrow.

The sunlight was just beginning to stretch over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet streets outside. Inside the café, Sana was already awake and in her element, moving between the counter and the espresso machine with practiced ease. The sound of the coffee grinder hummed softly in the background, a melody she had come to cherish over the past few days.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the space, her fingers found their way to her phone without thinking. It had become part of her routine now—checking her messages before anything else, and today, there was something more exciting than the usual notifications.

She smiled as her thumb hovered over the screen, drafting a message for Y/N. The thought of her had lingered in Sana’s mind ever since their late-night conversation, and she wanted to start the day right—wanted to remind Y/N that someone cared enough to wish her well.

She typed quickly, her fingers moving with ease as she poured her feelings into the short message:

“Good morning, Y/N! Just wanted to let you know I’m making your coffee right now, so it’ll be ready when you get here. Don’t forget to take care of yourself today. You’ve got this! See you later 😊”

Sana sent the message with a smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she placed the phone back down on the counter. It wasn’t much, just a little gesture, but she hoped it would help Y/N start the day off right. She knew how hectic mornings could get, especially with all the pressure Y/N had been dealing with lately. A reminder to breathe, to take it one step at a time—it was something Sana wanted to give her.

As the minutes ticked by, the café gradually came to life. The lights flickered on, the first few customers filtered in, and the staff moved about, preparing for the day ahead. Sana took her time with Y/N’s coffee, giving it that extra care she always put into every cup. It wasn’t just about making coffee—it was about making something personal, something that said, I’m thinking of you.

As the coffee brewed, Sana’s mind wandered back to the sweet conversations they’d shared. There was something about Y/N—her quiet strength, the way she carried herself despite the weight of her responsibilities—that drew Sana in. The way Y/N had opened up just a little, letting her guard down to share the smallest details about her life. It felt meaningful. And Sana knew she wanted to keep this connection going.

With a soft hum, Sana placed the freshly brewed cup of coffee on the counter, adding just the right amount of milk and stirring it gently until it swirled into the perfect shade of brown. She looked down at the cup, then grabbed a piece of parchment paper and a pen. The thought crossed her mind, Why not add something else? A little note, something to remind Y/N that she wasn’t alone in her struggles, that there was someone out there who cared enough to make the mornings a bit easier.

She quickly scribbled a short message:

“I hope today brings you a little peace, even in the chaos. Enjoy your coffee!”

Sana smiled at the note before folding it up neatly and placing it under the coffee cup. She could already picture Y/N’s reaction—a small, surprised smile, maybe a soft blush as she read the words. That was all Sana needed to feel good about the day.

But she wasn’t done yet. Sana wanted to make this morning just a little sweeter.

She moved to the counter’s pastry display, selecting a warm croissant that had just come out of the oven. The flaky layers shimmered in the light, golden and perfect. She carefully placed it on a small plate, wrapping it in a napkin to keep it fresh. Then, with a delicate touch, she slid the plate and the coffee towards the edge of the counter.

When the door jingled, signaling that Y/N had arrived, Sana’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up, watching as Y/N walked in, her tired eyes scanning the café as if searching for something familiar. When their gazes met, there was that small moment of recognition—Y/N’s face softened, a quiet smile forming as she approached the counter.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Sana greeted, her voice soft but warm.

Y/N nodded, her usual order slipping from her lips automatically, but this time, there was something different. She seemed... a little less worn, a little brighter, maybe because of the text Sana had sent earlier, or maybe just because of the gesture she had prepared for her.

As Y/N approached the counter, Sana slid the coffee cup closer. But before she could say anything, Y/N's eyes fell on the croissant.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Sana grinned, unable to hide her excitement. “It’s a little something extra for you—thought you might want something to go with your coffee this morning. You’ve been working hard lately, right? A good croissant always helps”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected gesture. She hesitated for a moment, but then her gaze shifted to the note that sat beneath her cup. As she unfolded it and read the simple words, something shifted in her expression—a softness that Sana couldn’t help but notice.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, her voice quieter than usual but sincere. “This is really sweet of you”

Sana’s heart fluttered at the gratitude in Y/N’s eyes. She smiled, feeling her face warm. “I’m glad you like it. It’s just a small thing, but I wanted to make sure you had a good start to the day”

Y/N smiled back, a little shy, but the tension in her shoulders seemed to melt away. “It definitely helps,” she said, glancing down at the croissant before looking back up at Sana. “You’ve really made my morning”

Sana couldn’t resist offering one more soft comment, her voice full of warmth. “I’ll always be here if you need anything, Y/N. Just... take care of yourself today, okay?”

Y/N nodded, her fingers brushing against the cup as she picked it up. She was about to turn to leave, but before she could walk away, she paused and glanced back at Sana. There was something in her eyes—a quiet thankfulness, an emotion that Sana couldn’t quite name but recognized all the same.

“See you tomorrow?” Y/N asked, her tone light but hopeful.

Sana smiled brightly. “I’ll be here. You know that”

As Y/N walked out of the café, croissant in hand and coffee warming her palms, Sana couldn’t help but watch her go. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips as she turned back to the counter, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. There was something so simple, so fulfilling about making someone’s day just a little bit brighter—and it felt like Y/N had done the same for her without even realizing it.

That was the start of something special.

The following morning, the door to the café jingled as it always did, but there was something off about the sound today. Y/N stepped inside with her usual pace, but as soon as the warm air from the café wrapped around her, she felt a strange sense of emptiness settle in her chest. She tried to shake it off, thinking it was just the lingering weight of the past few days, but the feeling persisted like a dull ache.

She walked up to the counter, her eyes scanning the familiar space, looking for that soft smile she had come to expect. The sound of the espresso machine filling the background, the faint hum of chatter, the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee—it was all the same. But today, there was no Sana behind the counter.

Instead, a different barista greeted her with a polite but impersonal smile.

“Good morning,” the barista said, her voice a little too cheerful, too detached. “What can I get for you today?”

Y/N froze for a moment, her mind going blank. She opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. Where is she? she thought, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to mask the sudden disappointment that bubbled up inside her. She had expected to see Sana, just like every other morning. But today, the space behind the counter felt colder, emptier. The absence of the warm energy Sana had always exuded was palpable, like a void.

“Flat white. With Vanilla,” Y/N said, her voice sounding more distant than usual as she tried to keep her composure.

The barista nodded and began to prepare the order without much more interaction. But for Y/N, it felt wrong. She watched as the barista moved about the counter, making the coffee with efficiency but no sense of care. No friendly banter, no small talk. No Good morning or I hope you slept well. There was nothing there that made Y/N feel like she mattered in this space, nothing that made her feel like she was more than just a customer.

As the barista worked, Y/N couldn't help but feel the growing emptiness inside her. She shifted from one foot to the other, the familiar routine suddenly feeling foreign. She glanced around the café, hoping to spot Sana somewhere, maybe in the back or taking a break. But there was no sign of her.

She cleared her throat, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Hey, uh, do you know where Sana is today? Is she not working?”

The barista paused for a moment, seemingly a bit taken aback by the question, before offering a polite but neutral answer. “Oh, Sana? She’s actually off today. Took the day off for something personal. Is everything okay?”

Y/N felt a strange tightness in her chest at the mention of Sana’s name. Off today? That was unexpected. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that Sana wouldn’t be there. She had gotten so used to seeing her bright smile and hearing her voice in the mornings that the thought of not having it there felt like a sudden vacuum, something missing in a place that was supposed to be comforting.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Everything’s fine,” Y/N stammered, trying to cover up the disappointment in her voice. She forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The barista smiled back, unaware of the way Y/N’s heart sank as she watched her prepare the drink. “Here you go,” she said, handing over the cup. “Enjoy.”

Y/N took the cup, her fingers brushing against the warm ceramic, but it didn’t feel like it usually did. There was no sense of anticipation, no flicker of joy that came from seeing Sana behind the counter. It was just... coffee. And it was a little too bitter, a little too cold, without Sana’s touch.

You paid for the order with a small nod, mind still reeling from the revelation that Sana wasn’t there. As you turned away from the counter, you felt a strange heaviness settle in your chest. The café had never felt this way before. The chatter of the other customers seemed distant, the clinking of cups and saucers felt hollow, and even the gentle hum of the machines seemed muted.

It wasn’t like Sana to just disappear. She had always been there, ready with a smile, a joke, or a comforting word. You had come to look forward to those small moments of connection that made you feel seen, made you feel like maybe—just maybe—someone out there was thinking about you, too.

But today? Today, it felt like the café was just a coffee place, no more than that. The quiet hum of the air conditioning, the low buzz of the lights—it all seemed so... unimportant without Sana’s presence.

You took a sip of coffee, but it didn’t taste as rich today. The bitterness lingered longer than usual, as if the flavor itself was mirroring the emptiness in your chest. You sighed and stared at the cup for a long moment, mind racing with thoughts you didn’t want to confront.

Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe Sana would be back. But for today, the café felt like an echo of what it used to be, and you couldn’t help but feel that something—someone—was missing.

The evening had been colder than usual, and you stood at the bus stop, tapping your foot anxiously as you checked the time on your phone. You had stayed later than usual at the office, trying to finish up some last-minute work, and now, you were left standing in the gloom of the night, waiting for the bus to take you home.

The rain had started as a drizzle, but it was steadily turning into a downpour. You pulled your jacket tighter around your shoulders, cursing under your breath. You didn’t have an umbrella, and as you watched the droplets race down the side of the bus stop, you knew it was going to be a long wait. You could already feel the chill creeping into your bones.

Just as you were about to dig into the bag for your phone to check the bus schedule again, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You turned, surprised, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it was.

Standing there, slightly out of breath, was none other than Sana. Her long hair was damp, her clothes clinging to her in the rain, but there was a bright smile on her face despite the weather. She was holding a large black umbrella, which she had pulled from her bag at the last minute.

“Y/N?” Sana’s voice was warm, even through the sound of the rain. “You’re not going to stand out here in the rain, are you?”

You blinked, still taken aback by the surprise appearance. “Sana? Wh-” You didn’t even finish the sentence before Sana was already stepping forward, opening the umbrella wide and holding it over both of you.

“Come on, you’ll get soaked standing here” Sana smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I’m waiting for the bus, too. Might as well share the umbrella”

You stood there for a moment, stunned. The rain was coming down in sheets, but with Sana’s umbrella covering you both, it felt almost surreal, like a small, private bubble amid the chaos of the storm. The familiar scent of Sana—of her perfume and the fresh rain—mingled in the air, and for a brief second, it almost felt like a dream.

“Thanks,” You muttered, suddenly realizing that you had been standing there, staring at Sana without saying anything. You quickly shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly self-conscious of how close you were standing.

“No problem,” Sana replied, her voice light and easy as always. She tilted her head slightly, looking at you with a playful smirk. “I was about to ask you the same thing. You’re out here in the rain with no umbrella? You’ll catch a cold for sure”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I didn’t think it would rain this hard. I was just waiting for the bus. I should’ve checked the weather before leaving”

Sana raised an eyebrow as if amused. “You should know by now that the weather is unpredictable around here. You’ve been here enough times to know that”

You smiled back at her, the warmth of Sana’s presence making the cold night seem a little less harsh. As you both stood there in the quiet moment, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort, a strange sense of familiarity with this small, unexpected interaction. It was just two people, waiting for the same bus, sharing an umbrella to shield them from the rain. But somehow, it felt like something more than that.

The silence stretched between the two of you for a moment, and then your curiosity got the better of you. You looked over at Sana, who was holding the umbrella with ease, her wet hair sticking to her face but her smile still bright as ever. You noticed the way her eyes twinkled, even in the dim light of the streetlamp, and something in your chest tightened. You couldn’t help but ask, voice soft.

“Hey, Sana… you weren’t at the café today. Is everything okay?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, the concern evident in the tone.

Sana glanced at you, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Ah, you noticed, huh?” she said, her voice gentle. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting yours. “I’m fine. Just took a day off. Needed some time to myself, you know?”

You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of concern. “Is there something wrong?” you asked, voice a little more serious now. “You’ve been working so hard lately… I just thought maybe you were sick or something”

Sana shook her head, the smile not leaving her face. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just wanted to take a break, clear my head. Sometimes, you need a little time away from everything to recharge. Don’t want to burn out, right?”

You nodded slowly, eyes softening as you listened. You understood what Sana meant, but the idea of her not being at the café, not seeing her first thing in the morning, felt strangely unsettling. You hadn’t realized how much you had grown accustomed to Sana’s presence until she wasn’t there.

“I get it,” You said quietly, a small sigh escaping your lips. “I guess I just missed you being there. The café felt a little… empty without you”

Sana turned her head slightly, her eyes flicking to you with a quiet intensity. “You missed me?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost teasing, though there was a warmth to it. “I didn’t realize I made such an impact”

You felt your cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. You weren’t sure how to respond, so you simply shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. “I mean, it’s just... the coffee tastes better when you’re there, you know?”

Sana’s smile widened, and she let out a small, knowing laugh. “I see. Well, I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll manage without me for one more day”

You both stood there in the rain, the soft sound of it tapping against the umbrella, as the minutes ticked by. You couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of peace in that moment, standing so close to Sana, sharing the quiet between them. It wasn’t the frantic, rushed kind of silence—it was a calm, comforting kind, as if the world around you had paused for just a brief instant.

The bus arrived then, pulling up to the stop with a soft hiss. You turned and walked toward it together, the umbrella still shielding them from the rain. As you stepped onto the bus, the driver gave them a brief nod, and the two of you took a seat by the window.

The rain was a soft hum against the windows of the bus, the steady rhythm of it lulling the passengers into a quiet, almost meditative state. You sat next to Sana, the shared umbrella now tucked away in the corner of the bus, and you’re both settled into the calm of the night.

The city streets outside were slick with rainwater, the lights from the buildings reflecting in the puddles that lined the sidewalks. The world seemed muted under the downpour, the usual chaos of the city softened by the sound of water falling from the heavens. You’re tired. It had been a long day, and though you’re usually the type to power through the exhaustion, something about this moment with Sana made you feel completely at ease.

As the bus swayed gently on its route, you felt your eyelids growing heavier. You had never been the type to sleep easily in public, but the warmth of the bus, combined with the sound of Sana’s calm voice earlier in their conversation, made it hard for you to keep your eyes open.

Without really thinking about it, your head began to tilt, body instinctively seeking comfort as it fell against the soft material of Sana’s coat. The motion was slow and natural, almost like it had happened hundreds of times before. It wasn’t until your head fully rested on Sana’s shoulder that you realized what you had done.

You froze for a moment, the heat of embarrassment quickly rising to your cheeks. But before you could pull away or apologize, you felt Sana’s arm subtly shift. There was a slight tension in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it felt almost reassuring, like Sana was accepting your closeness without hesitation. The warmth of her shoulder against your cheek was oddly comforting, and within moments, your body fully relaxed, eyes slipping shut as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to you.

Sana’s shoulder, soft and steady beneath you, felt like the perfect place to rest. The rain outside seemed distant now, irrelevant to the peacefulness you felt in that fleeting moment. You had no idea how long you slept, but when the bus came to a stop, jolting you awake, you blinked in confusion. The sound of the bus doors opening snapped you back to reality.

“Did I fall asleep on you?” You mumbled, voice still drowsy as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Sana’s lips quirked into a small smile, and she gave a playful shrug. “You were out like a light,” she teased lightly. “No worries”

You swallowed the lump in you throat, still feeling a little self-conscious. “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t apologize,” Sana replied with a gentle laugh. “You looked like you needed the rest”

You offered a sheepish smile before following Sana off the bus. The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle, the streets now gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. The air was cool, and the world felt peaceful, like a cozy little bubble of calm in the middle of a busy city.

Sana kept pace beside you, but you couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t in any hurry to part ways. The streets were quieter now, and though you had reached your stop, neither of you seemed inclined to rush off.

“So,” You began, trying to break the silence, “where are you headed? I thought you’d be going home by now”

Sana turned her head to look at you, smile warm and easy. “Funny thing,” she said casually, “I was kind of hoping you were heading in the same direction” She nodded ahead, toward the dimly lit apartment complex just a few blocks down. “You live around here, right?”

You nodded, a bit confused by the way Sana was speaking. “Yeah… I do. Why?”

“Well,” Sana said, a playful glint in her eyes, “I was thinking, maybe we could walk together for a little while”

You blinked, surprised by the suggestion. “Sure,” you said, feeling a bit shy but intrigued. “I don’t mind”

And so, you continued walking together, the soft patter of rain against the pavement accompanying their footsteps. It felt nice—just the two of you walking side by side through the wet streets, a peaceful silence settling between as you took in the nighttime stillness.

After a few more moments of walking, you glanced over at Sana again, curiosity bubbling in your chest. “So,” you said slowly, voice quiet but insistent, “where do you live?”

Sana’s smile widened, and she gave a slight nod. “The same building as you. Just down the hall, actually” She paused and glanced at you with a playful expression. “we’re neighbors”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stumbled slightly on the sidewalk, completely thrown off by the revelation. “Wait… what?” you asked, voice rising in surprise.

Sana chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, we’re neighbors. I moved in not too long ago when I started working at the café” She gave you a teasing look. “I guess you never noticed?”

You stood frozen, mind trying to process the information. “So... you live next door to me?” you asked, half-laughing at how bizarre this whole situation was. You had lived in the same apartment building for months, but somehow, you’d never run into Sana before. Not in the hallways, not in the elevator, and not anywhere else.

“I guess we’ve both been too busy to notice,” Sana said with a shrug, looking slightly amused by the situation. “I’m usually up early for my shift, and you’ve got your own schedule, right?”

You couldn’t stop herself from laughing softly. “That’s so weird,” you said, still in disbelief. “I’ve been living next door to you this whole time and didn’t even know”

Sana grinned. “Yeah, funny, right?”

You arrived at the elevator, and you paused, suddenly aware of how close you had become in such a short amount of time. You glanced over at Sana, who was looking at you with a relaxed expression.

“Well, I guess this is me,” You said, your voice quiet but with a hint of playfulness. “You really are just next door, huh?”

Sana looked around before nodding. “Yeah, I guess I am”

You both stood there for a few moments, a comfortable silence between you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything more, but before you could speak, Sana tilted her head, her gaze soft.

“Well, now that we know we’re neighbors,” Sana said with a wink, “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle deep inside your chest. “Yeah,” you replied, voice steady but with an undercurrent of excitement. “I guess we will”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Sana said, her voice softer now. “Sleep well”

You watched as Sana turned to walk back down the hall toward her apartment. Your heart felt lighter than it had all day, the weight of the world suddenly much easier to carry with the realization that you and Sana weren’t just connected through the café. You were connected through your homes, lives, in a way neither of you had anticipated.

“Goodnight, Sana,” You murmured, smile lingering as you stepped into your apartment, mind buzzing with the strange, comforting realization that you had just discovered a little piece of fate right next door.

[thebramblewood]

As storytellers, realism and continuity are important to us, and they're sometimes hard to achieve within the confines of the game. I’m personally a big fan of posing Sims in open doorways, and unless you want to be limited to the CC options that exist, you’re stuck having to make some poor Sim walk in and out and pausing at just the right moment for the desired effect. But it’s actually very easy to edit a door in Blender to make your own open version!

I initially learned about "posing" objects from surelysims' Wicked Whims posing tutorial, which I highly recommend as a whole. However, it might be a little overwhelming to learn a whole new posing system for the sake of a screenshot or two, which is where this tutorial is meant to come in. Some of my explanations might seem overly simplistic, but I wanted it to be approachable even for beginners. I am far from an authority on using Blender or making CC, and I'm sure there are flaws in this process or easier ways to achieve certain things, but it works well enough for my purposes and I hope it will work for yours too. 💗

Now, onto the tutorial...

Figure out what door or gate you want to create an open version of. If it’s from the vanilla game, all you need to do is make note of its name. If it’s CC, find the package in your mods folder, make a copy, and paste it into My Documents > Sims 4 Studio > Mods. This will allow you to find it in S4S in the next step!

Open S4S. On the main screen, make sure “Standalone Recolor” is checked under the “Object” button, then click the button.

A new window should pop up (if it’s your first time doing this, it may take a while to load). At first, it will show every single object in the game. If you know the name of the object you’re looking for, you can use the search bar to find it. You can also use the filtering options to narrow the selection down by category, game pack, and whether it’s vanilla or custom content. Here, I’ve filtered the search to only base game doors. Once I find the door I want to adjust, I click on it and hit “Next.”

This will pop up a window prompting you to save a new file. Place it somewhere you know you’ll be able to find it easily later and name it accordingly. This file will ultimately contain your mesh edit, so you don’t want to lose it! I suggest placing it in a dedicated folder, on your desktop, or in your Mods folder directly.

On the next screen, you’ll be looking at the contents of the package itself. For this tutorial, you don’t need to worry about grabbing anything but the mesh. Click on the “Meshes” tab and then “Export Mesh.” You’ll again be prompted to save.

Open the mesh file you just saved in Blender. (If the view is funky to start, I recommend hitting 1 on your keyboard’s number pad to get a forward-facing view.) [It should also be noted I’m using Blender 3.6, so my screenshots and the location of certain settings may be different than in earlier or newer versions.]

You’ll see that there are actually multiple meshes involved (and the number can vary from object to object). Right now, we’re only concerned with the “rig.” If you’re familiar with posing, you’ll know that all Sims have a rig that is used to move different parts of their bodies around. Objects also have a rig, and objects that can open will have “bones” that control their moving parts. So click on “rig” and then change “Object Mode” in the bottom corner to “Pose Mode.”

Now, if you hit A on the keyboard, it will select all bones and you can see where they’re located. As far as I can tell, all doors have two bones that control their swinging movement. They both do essentially the same thing. I tend to stick with the top bone, which is called something like “bind_doorSwing.”

Pro-tip: If you’re having trouble seeing or selecting the rig's bones, you can change the view on the right side of the screen to “dope sheet.” Then when you save the position of the bones, just like when posing a Sim, by selecting all with A then clicking I and selecting “Location & Rotation,” the list of available bones will pop up there.

Rotate the door open using this bone or bones, if it’s a double door. On double doors, I recommend rotating each side individually rather than trying to rotate them together, as you may get unexpected results. You can use the R+Z combo on the keyboard to limit the direction of movement. (You can also use this in combo with numbers to swing them more precisely. For example, if you want a 45 degree swing, you can press R+Z+45.) Specifying the Z axis allows you to only swing the doors open and closed while restricting their movement in other directions.

Once you’ve got the doors swung open to where you want them, hit A to select all bones, then hit I and select “Location & Rotation” to save the position. (If you’re a poser, this maneuver is already familiar to you - and you know how important it is! If you skip it, the new position won’t save and the doors will revert back to closed.)

That’s it! You don’t have to do anything else to the mesh. Save your file in Blender. If you want to keep it separate from the original door mesh, save as instead and name it something different. (This is why you may want a dedicated folder, since the number of files does add up!)

Reopen the package you made earlier in S4S (or simply return to it if you’ve kept it open). From the same place you exported the mesh, you will now import the edited mesh. Hit “Import Mesh,” navigate to your edited Blender file, and you should now see your edited door replace the original. Since it’s the same mesh, all the swatches will still work perfectly with it.

You’ll notice that you’ve only replaced the “LOD 0 (High)” version of the mesh. When you click the drop-down menu, you’ll see that there are also medium and low detail versions, as well as shadow meshes at all levels of detail. If you’re only making an object for personal use, you don’t have to worry too much about LODs. You can probably just import the same mesh into LOD 1 and LOD 2 and be fine (so long as your computer isn't a potato). And if this is just for you, I honestly wouldn't even touch the shadow LODs.

The only other thing you might do is go back to the “Catalog” tab and alter the object name so you can find it easily in the game catalog. You can also edit the description, price, etc. if you so desire. Hit “Save.”

Test in game! If the package isn’t already in your Mods folder, move it there. As long as you didn’t mess with any of the tags, it should still be in the door section of build mode and work perfectly as a functional door. The door swinging animation will look different, and you could probably get rid of it if you wanted, but that’s above my current skill level and I don’t think it’s really necessary for our purposes. If all you need is an open version of a very specific door for storytelling purposes, it gets the job done.

(First screenshot: doors swung open as intended, second screenshot: doors swinging in the opposite direction as they’re walked through)

These steps can also potentially be used to create open versions of other in-game objects like gates, books, chests/boxes, etc. I’m only just beginning to experiment with minor mesh edits, but once you get the hang of it they can often be faster and easier than trying to line up the best circumstances to get the perfect shot in-game. I might make more tutorials for small edits like this that help with storytelling realism and continuity in the future!

[the-m-is-for-minor]

Tumblr (for newbies):

Reblogging ≠ reposting. You aren't stealing content by reblogging it, it's basically a 'group share' button. It also helps give artists/posts attention and you can reblog to interact with people. Reblog things you like.

Reblog bait. You can reblog it, but if a mutual hates reblog bait, you may tag it with 'reblog bait'. Or, find a tag with your mutual to put on posts they don't like, and block the tag under the 'content you see' tab in settings.

If someone reblogs your post, and you like their reblog, you just liked your own post.

(Sideblog section)

See my name? This is a gimmick. If a Tumblr says 'officially-(company/country/state)' then it's probably a gimmick! Check their content first because there are a few actual brand blogs, like Grammarly!

You can only make 250 posts (per email) on an account per day. This is called 'post limit' or 'PL'. I am currently on account 2, because I post too much. You may or may not hit post limit in your lifetime.

You can create as many sideblogs as you want, but you cannot like, follow, or send asks as a sideblog, and if you do so, it'll show up as from your main.

(Gimmicks)

Nobody can see your main from your sideblog, so you can have as many followers on your gimmick and none of them on your main

You will see gimmicks. A lot. It's fun.

You can interact with a gimmick as a non-gimmick

As a tumblr user, you have anon powers. You can turn any/most gimmicks into a pretty princess by typing something like '*turns you into a pretty princess*' into their ask box.

Nobody will be mad at you for making a gimmick. At all. There are like, 4 Jesus gimmicks. And it's great.

(General)

Tag a mutuals post with '10k to me', 'future 10k', '10k', or 'this will have 10k' for some fun chaos :3

Submit posts to PM Seymour's discord for MORE fun chaos

(General controls and understanding of Tumblr)

If you are in a youtube video online, you have broken containment

If you are getting a bunch of notifications from a post, you can hold down a notification from it or click the three dots on the post and click 'mute' to stop getting notifications (other than mentions)

You can also filter your notifications by clicking on the top left of your notifications tab and tapping 'custom'

The 'for you' tab of Tumblr is what the algorithm thinks you'll like based on your interests and stuff

The 'following' tab is blogs and tags you follow

On Tumblr, you can add not only extra notes in the tags but also regular tags. Spaces are allowed

If you get an ask from a Palestinian blogger, check yourself (you may find places where it's vetted/verified in their reblogs. You can also tell by them having no photos/story at all [no name, no information, just a donate link], and scams commonly use photos from Google images. Be suspicious if there's anything other than GoFundMe or something similar. PayPal is banned there.) or send a screenshot to me/somebody who offered to help. Then, you can answer the ask so people who can donate can see it, or donate yourself. DO. NOT. PRESSURE. YOURSELF.

Tumblr has a unique punctuation, in a way. which you will figure out on your own. An example is. periods to show a slight. pause

It reminds me of poetry

You can post whatever you want and you will find your people

Block people who make you uncomfortable and report bots for spam.

Welcome to Tumblr

Do what you want forever

[beesmygod]

"versioning" your files

i have an extremely dull tutorial i want to share with you. i never think to share this advice and i think its because it's really user-unfriendly and dry. but today i can teach you how to make automated back-ups of your art files.

download freefilesync.org, a program for automating backups. its freeware and very useful if you have a lot of art to back up. everyone say "thank you freefilesync".

make a new "configuration". this is a settings file that will remember your back-up specifications.

3. make back-ups! select your files you want backed-up on the left and instruct where to put the generated back-ups on the right. save to an external drive or a google drive folder or something. just back it up! i do both just to be safest.

4. click the green gear on the top right. these are your synchronization settings. specify the type of back-ups you want. i do "mirror" because i just want them copied. you can hover over the icons for more info on what they mean to further customize your copy settings. these are mine to make basic copies.

you can also fuck around with the blue gear (where you can specify what changes should prompt the computer to make a copy) and the filter if you need to exclude something from being backed-up.

5. select "versioning" and browse/create a new folder anywhere (external drive or primary, your choice). call the new folder something that indicates the files are outdated. select "time stamp [file]" for clarity's sake.

you will now have automatic back-ups every time you make a change to your file and save it.

save your configuration settings.

6. set freefilesync to run 1x a day at a time most convenient to you using windows task scheduler. instructions here

sometimes you really fuck up a file. maybe it gets corrupted or you save it at the wrong resolution. well now you have a parachute. previous versions of your file will be saved here. every time you make a change to the file and save it, a new back-up is generated.

hopefully you will never need this.

but you might

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about a silly accidental confession with Kaji, because you just know he would have an entire photo album dedicated to you on his phone!!

It wasn’t unusual for you and Kaji to share phones, even though you weren’t dating. Swapping devices so you could create each other custom playlists for whatever new artist you were listening to that week, or searching through each others sound cloud to try and find that song you’d heard playing in a local music venue before the show.

The pair of you were so comfortable with each other that you knew each others passcodes, a fact that Hiragi took great delight in when he’d found out. Claiming that you could find out all of Kaji’s deep, dark secrets— causing his best friend to shoot him a glare across the table as he bit down on the hard peach candy he’d been sucking to stop himself from throwing back a retort.

But Hiragi was right— there was a huge secret that he’d been hiding from you, and one he was certain he’d take to his grave because there was no way you’d ever feel the same.

Kaji had left his phone on the coffee table as he’d got up to use the bathroom, giving you the perfect opportunity to pick it up and unlock it like you usually would. Intent on adding a new song you’d found by a local artist to his current playlist in the hopes of being able to drag him to one of their shows later this month. Typing in the digits across the screen as it unlocked and you were met with his photo gallery, not wanting to pry or come across an accidental lewd (no matter how curious you were) as your thumb moved to swipe out of the app but you paused when you noticed it.

Row upon row of photos of you. Candids mostly— of you smiling while sitting across the table in Pothos from him, ones where you were walking ahead of him beside Tsubaki as he lingered back, or your face pressed against the glass of an arcade machine as you tried to aim for a plushie inside. Along with selfies the pair of you had taken together, some with the ridiculous Snapchat filters Kaji had sworn he despised and barked at you to delete— bunny ears or fake blush filters on his cheeks, along with individual selfies of yourself that you had sent to him. And there was even screenshots of your conversations, or flirty and silly memes you’d sent each other.

And that’s the moment you looked up at the title of the album to see “My Everything <3” typed out. Feeling your heart begin to swell inside your chest as you were certain it would exert pressure against your rib cage and burst free, he really did feel the same.

“What are you doin’?” Kaji flopped back down beside you on the couch, his thigh nudging yours as he glanced over to his phone in your hands as he saw it, and for the first time since held known you he tried to snatch his phone from between your fingers roughly, “Give that back.”

“No.” You held it out of his reach as Kaji practically leaned his entire body over you to try and retrieve it, leaving your faces inches from each others as you met his steel-blue gaze, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think you felt the same,” His jaw locked as he tried to fight the awkward sensation that throbbed in his tummy, certain he’d ruined everything he already had with you because he had to go and catch feelings, “It’s stupid, I’m sorry I’ll delete it—”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You cut him off as you tilted your head to the side in confusion, and Kaji thought you looked so adorable it took every fiber of his being not to lean forward and smash his lips against yours.

“Why wouldn’t you what?” Kaji felt his throat start to tighten as his mouth felt dry, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly to try and quell the feeling. Wishing he had a lollipop between his lips to stop himself from exploding as he tried to focus.

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” You gave him a soft smile as you dropped his phone onto the couch beside you in favour of cradling his jaw in your palm, feeling him lean into your warmth as your thumb stroked his cheek, “Because you’re my everything too.”

And that was all it took to have Kaji bridging the gap as he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

[bare1ythere]

How to back up your tumblr blog with Tumblr-Utils FOR MAC USERS

I've seen a few guides floating around on how to use some more complex options for backing up your tumblr blog, but most are extremely PC focused. Here is a guide for fellow (unfortunate) mac users!

Note: I am not a tech savvy person at all. My brother walked me through this, and I'm just sharing what he told me. Unfortunately I won't be able to help much if you need trouble shooting or advice ;; sorry! This is also based off of this guide (link) by @/magz.

- - - - GUIDE - - - -

First, open terminal. You can command+space to search through your applications, and search for "terminal". It should look like this.

You should see something like this within the window:

[COMPUTER NAME]:~ [USER NAME]$ []

First, create a virtual environment for tumblr back up. This will limit any conflicts with other python programs. Type and enter this into terminal:

python3 -m venv .tumblr_backup

Then, Activate the virtual environment by entering this:

source .tumblr_backup/bin/activate

The next line should now show something like this:

(.tumblr_backup) [COMPUTER NAME]:~ [USER NAME]$ []

As a side note, you can exit this virtual environment by typing and entering "deactivate". You can re-enter it through the previous line we used to activate it to begin with.

Next, install the base package with this line:

python3 -m pip install tumblr-backup

The linked guide details various options for tumblr back up packages that you can install. Copied from the guide for convenience:

"tumblr-backup : default tumblr-backup[video] : adds option to download videos tumblr-backup[exif] : adds option to download EXIF information of fotos (photography metadata information) tumblr-backup[notes] : adds option to download notes of posts (huge) tumblr-backup[jq] : adds option to filter which posts to backup  tumblr-backup[all] : adds all options (personally doesn't work for us at the moment of writing this)"

I chose the video option, but you can pick which you'd like. Download that specific package with this line. Note that unlike the previous lines Ive shown, the square brackets here are actually part of it and must be used:

python3 -m pip install tumblr-backup[OPTION]

Next, you need to create an app linked to your tumblr account to get an OAuth consumer key (aka API key). Go to this link: [https://www.tumblr.com/oauth/apps] and click the [+Register application] button. Here, you will have to input a bunch of info. What you put doesn't really matter. This is how the original guide filled it out, and I did pretty much the exact same thing:

(The github link for your convenience: https://github.com/Cebtenzzre/tumblr-utils)

For the next step, You'll take the OAuth consumer key (NOT the secret key) and set it as the API key in tumblr-utils to give it the ability to download your blog. Input this line. Note that in this case, the square brackets are NOT to be included- just copy and paste the key:

tumblr-backup --set-api-key [YOUR OAUTH CONSUMER KEY]

This will set you up to start your back up! Type this to see all the different customization options you can pick from for your backup:

tumblr-backup --help

To begin your back up, pick which options you want to choose from and select which of your blogs you want to back up. It should look like this:

tumblr-backup [OPTIONS] [BLOG NAME]

For example, I am currently backing up this blog and I wanted to save videos as well as reversing the post order in the monthly archives. This is what my command looked like:

tumblr-backup -r --save-video bare1ythere

And there you have it! Your backup will be saved into a file titled after your blog. You can search through finder for it from there. There is also an option to specify where you want to save your blog, but I'm not sure how it works. I hope this was useful!!

[thesimstree]

Lighting in The Sims 4: How to Improve Graphics in CAS and Live Mode

Author: @nulevhroma

You might think, "What difference can lighting really make in a game?" Yet it completely transforms the visuals: making light softer, colors more vibrant, and the overall image more striking.

What kinds of lighting overhauls exist, why do you need them, and where can you get them?

Why Lighting Matters in The Sims 4

Lighting in the game affects not just the atmosphere, but also how we perceive sims, interiors, and everything else in frame. With different lighting setups, the same character can look either dull or incredibly expressive.

Lighting overhauls let you customize the game to your taste – making light gentler, more realistic, cinematic, or, conversely, more fantastical. Some mods offer subtle tweaks, while others create an entirely new visual atmosphere.

CAS Lighting

When you enter CAS (Create-A-Sim), the game uses default lighting – fairly harsh, with a cool tint, which doesn’t always represent colors or facial features the way you’d like.

A CAS lighting replacement is a mod that swaps the default lighting for something softer and warmer, or alternatively, crisp and studio-cool, while refining light/color accents.

Why Do You Need This?

— To make clothing and skin tones appear more realistic

— To eliminate harsh shadows and glares

— To make sims look more expressive and photogenic

— And of course, to make your CAS screenshots go wow!

It’s also a great way to see your sim in a whole new light – especially if you love taking photos of them or sharing looks on social media!

Popular CAS Lighting Overhauls:

1. Mika CAS Lighting by @northernsiberiawinds

Bright, soft, and ultra-aesthetic.

2. Sims 4 cas lighting mods by @breezytrait

From harsh side lighting to soft ring lights with RGB backlighting: makes sims look photoshoot-ready.

3. CAS LIGHTING MOD V4 by @helgatisha

Replaces default CAS lighting with soft, even illumination in neutral tones, enhancing facial features without harsh shadows.

4. CAS LIGHTING MOD V7 by @helgatisha

Adds soft lighting with optional red, green, or blue tinting.

5. CAS Lighting Mod - 03 by @vyxated

Four lighting presets with colored backlighting.

6. The Moon CAS Lighting by @simplyanjuta

Soft lighting with a cool-toned hue.

7. Project CAS Light by @rebouks

Bluish and green lighting tints for striking CAS visuals.

Important: These mods replace default CAS lighting. Install them as regular .package files in your Mods folder. Only one lighting mod can be active at a time.

Lighting in Live Mode

In The Sims 4, lighting provides a solid foundation for creating unique looks for your sims. With mods, you can add even more depth and vibrancy, making your screenshots truly lively and atmospheric!

Must-have lighting overhauls to enhance your game's visuals:

1. NoGlo & NoBlu by @luumia 

The essential base mod everyone needs. Removes the blue filter and yellow tint for more natural-looking gameplay.

2. Sunblind or MilkThistle by @softerhaze  

These aren’t standard .package mods – they’re custom lighting setups that require manually replacing game files. While the process demands precision, the payoff is next-level lighting control, making The Sims 4 look absolutely stunning.

To simplify setup and avoid post-update confusion, use the Post Update Setup Script by @sonozakisisterssims4Sisters. This handy .exe tool automates lighting updates and removes excess EA plumbobs/shadows for seamless, gorgeous visuals.

3. BETTER IN-GAME LIGHTING MOD by @northernsiberiawinds

A complete overhaul of Live Mode lighting: cleaner, brighter, and more visually pleasing at any time of day or weather. Installs like a regular .package file.

These mods pair perfectly with GShade or ReShade presets – together, they work magic.

What's Important to Remember When Installing Lighting Mods?

Lighting mods often conflict with each other. Only install one CAS lighting mod, and always read the creators' instructions for Live Mode lighting overhauls.

Formats vary. Some mods are simple .package files (just drop them in your Mods folder), while others – like Sunblind or MilkThistle – require replacing game files manually.

After game updates, softerhaze's custom lighting resets. Here’s where the Post Update Setup Script by Sonozaki Sisters saves the day: it automatically restores your lighting, removes EA’s plumbob, and clears default shadows.

How to Choose the Right Lighting?

It depends on your goals:

For vibrant CAS screenshots, try face-highlight mods or colored accents (like those from breezytrait or vyxated).

Playing an atmospheric legacy? Darker, realistic lighting (e.g., Dark Rooms by Northern Siberia Winds or Putricide from Project CAS Light) might suit you.

Most importantly: don’t be afraid to experiment! Lighting is your subtle but powerful ally in creating beauty.

nulevhroma:

I'm Hroma – a sims creator, mom of the Tallinn legacy, and just someone who loves to fantasize! :) You can find various GShade presets and other useful content for your game by the links!

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[pforestsims]

Recently @chieltbest concluded in their post that TS2 CC textures built in SimPe have blurry mip maps and explained how to use GIMP DDS export.

Well, it turns out, that SimPe/ Nvidia DDS builder can build crisp mipmaps. 'Smoothen' option makes mipmaps blurry on purpose. Many CC creators, including myself, have been using wrong settings 😩. Note that 'smoothen' option can be useful, because sometimes you need softer mipmaps! (But most often - you don't).

SimPe/Nvidia DDS builder is not great at building DXT1, these tend to be covered with artifacts. /But @chieltbest had enlightened me that SimPe DXT1 display is broken and DXT1 textures sometimes look awful in the preview, but not so bad in the game/.

SimPe / Nvidia DDS Builder does a very decent job building DXT3 & DXT5 formats and mipmaps - as long as the settings are correct, as I found out today (-_-)

Above: my custom magazine texture - this is exactly the kind of texture that looks bad in the game if it has smoothened mipmaps.

So why does that option exist at all? Because it might be useful for textures with sharp transparency (alpha test) and thin details like grass, stalks, wires. Blurry mipmaps make those more chunky and slightly reduce texture disappearing when you zoom out in game.

'Smoothen' might also be useful if you have specific texture that creates moire effect in game on zoom-out, or other sort of visual artifacts - these can be reduced by softening the details.

Above: checkerboard tiles, crisp mipmaps compared with 'smoothened' mipmaps. This soft version is a bit easier to look at.

In my post about mipmaps I stated that mipmaps make textures blurry on zoom-out, but clearly that's not always correct. Crisp mipmaps can improve visuals. You can have too much of a good thing though. Oversharpened mipmaps may result in visual artifacts even worse than on textures with no mipmaps.

Pic above features four variants of 512x512 px texture, DXT3. Blurry mipmap becomes evident on zoom-out.

Texture without mipmaps scaled the same as the one with mipmaps build with SimPe/Nvidia DDS Builder, 'sharpen: none'. Mipmaps build in GIMP DDS export with Kaiser filter are slightly sharpened, look very crisp from the distance - but that didn't play well with this particular texture, I got some flickering on zooming in / out.

So if you use GIMP DDS export, you might want to explore other filter settings if you're working with 'busy' patterns.

Notes:

Mipmaps increase texture size by 33%. Nobody knows for sure if TS2 game performance benefits from mipmaps or not. Personally, I don't build mipmaps if it's not required to improve visuals.

If mipmap level is set too low, smallest mipmap is larger than 1x1 px - and that makes mipmaps non-functional.

[zazaiafe2]

Reprogramming your mind isn't "just" about affirming.A guide to creating durable and anchored assumptions for shifting and manifestation.

1) The myth of the "subconscious sponge"

Many in the shifting/manifestation community believe that the subconscious absorbs everything like a sponge.

But this is only true for young children (under 7 years old). At that age, they have almost no critical filter, which allows ideas to imprint directly on the subconscious.

-> For teens and adults? That filter is very active. It sorts, judges, and sometimes actively rejects affirmations it doesn't find credible.(It’s more or less active depending on the person and their profile that's why some people struggle more than others.)

2) But what exactly is the conscious filter?

The conscious filter (or “critical faculty”) is a mental barrier between your conscious mind (the one that doubts, analyzes, judges) and your subconscious (the one that automates).

It is influenced by:

- Your past experiences

- Your stress level

- Your vigilance level

- Your neurodivergence (e.g., autism, ADHD, anxiety)

- Your self-criticism or inner dialogue

-> Repeating “power affirmations” can sometimes strengthen this filter instead of weakening it,especially if your conscious mind doesn’t believe them.

3) Does spirituality deserve a meritocracy?

Many shifting discourses say: “If you really want it, you’ll shift / manifest.”

That’s false and dangerously guilt-inducing.

-> We all have different cognitive profiles. Some absorb faster, others have a noisy mind.

It’s not a lack of effort/assumption/persistance,you just need a different path.

-> Letting go doesn’t mean being perfect or emotionless. Sometimes, sadness or calm is more suitable for shifting than anxious euphoria.

An article about meritocracy

4)How to deactivate the conscounes filter

Here are techniques that work better than repeating affirmations:

- Hypnagogic state (between waking and sleep): your filter is weakened → perfect moment to anchor ideas.

- Visualization + real emotion: authentic emotion = filter bypass.+ Light hypnotic induction: breathing, progressive relaxation, or guided self-hypnosis.

- Metaphors / stories: the critical mind lets its guard down.

- Whisper instead of saying it out loud: the subconscious responds more to intimacy than insistence.

- Don’t force an idea, but gently infuse it.

- Listen to subliminals in a relaxed state.

5)Assuming ≠ Being positive

Assuming a reality is not about forcing toxic smiles.

To “assume” something means to internally inhabit it as a truth. And that doesn't always come with joy.

Example:

You can assume you're safe while feeling a peaceful sadness.

You can assume you’ll shift even if you’re in a neutral, melancholic, or tired state.

The key emotion is inner acceptance, not blind positivity.

6)Consciousness,ego, subconscious: who does what?

Conscious → Analyzes, plans, judges

Ego → Wants to control, resists change

Subconscious → Automates, believes emotionally repeated messages

When you want to manifest or shift, you need to calm the conscious and the ego so the subconscious can accept.

And if you're experiencing mental overload?

Your whole system goes into resistance mode, no matter how many affirmations you repeat.

7)One size doesn't fit all

The biggest problem in spirituality or manifestation: trying to apply one-size-fits-all methods.

Most advice might help some profiles but not everyone.

-> A neurodivergent person, a traumatized person, a child, or a stressed adult: they will never manifest in the same way.

-> Customize your approaches:

If you're very critical → use metaphors, hypnosis, play.

If you're sensory → use physical sensations in visualization.

If you're hyperactive or inconsistent → find short scripts or routines, not rigid ones.

8) Tips for manifesting / shifting sustainably

Favor mental softness over intense effort.

- Use calm or deep emotion, not necessarily joyful.

- Introduce roles: "If I were already in my desired reality / with my manifestation, how would I act?"

- Use the pre-sleep state to infuse your mind.

Be subtle, not robotic: one sincere affirmation > 1000 mechanical ones.

(Even if that can work for some profiles)

9) Summary: true power is adaptation

You aren't broken

-> Your brain is not broken.

-> You are not lacking in “positive vibrations”.

You just need a bridge between you and your subconscious, and that bridge isn’t always built with “affirmations + persistence”.

It can be built with:

- Acceptance

- Gentleness

- Hypnosis

- Rest

- Authentic emotions

- Meditation

My favorite alpha waves for manifestation.

And others.

(Translated from my TikTok post)

[zazter-den]

Sweet Tooth

Minors Do Not Interact

Common Scents Series: Cat Bath, Sweet Tooth.

Synopsis- Izuku likes the freedom of being a very private business owner when he has dual lives to run. After all it allows him to "hire" himself as a new worker to get close to Barista!Reader- Wait, why do you smell burnt?

Warnings- Yandere, Dubcon, Stalking, Drugging, Overstim, Size Diff, Mindbreak.

Tags-Aged up(obviously), Hybrid AU, Rabbit!Izuku, Dom!Izuku, Afab!reader, Sub!Reader. Kitchen sex, Scentmarking, Creampie, Excessive seed, Undercover boss, Oral!receiving.

Word Count- 8.1K, because apparently I missed the coziness of Autumn

Izuku sat in the manager's office, the soft glow of the moon filtered through the skylight, casting a gentle radiance upon his features. Short, curly forest green hair, slightly disheveled from his earlier preparations, framed his face in an endearing manner as he sat back in the cushy chair. His emerald green eyes, filled with anticipation, seemed to glimmer and reflect the moonlight, adding a glow to his gaze.

Sitting up, he carefully removed his silver rings with practiced ease, each etched with swirling thorned vines and placed them into a velvet-lined box before making his way to the safe hidden in the wooden paneling of the small room.

Next, Izuku's attention turned to his hunting knife, a weapon as beautiful as it is deadly. He gripped the handle, his hand steady and sure, and twirled it effortlessly in the air. The moonlight danced along the metal, illuminating the intricate green thorn designs that ran down the blade. With a measured flick of his wrist, Izuku sheathed the blade, and it disappeared into the hidden safe. The compartment closed with a soft click, concealed behind an intricately designed wooden panel once again. Sealing away his secrets until they are needed once more.

Leaving the manager's office behind, Izuku made his way through the empty cafe, his steps light and silent as he headed toward the kitchen to prepare for the day ahead. The 'Lunar Rabbit' cafe's pristine jade green walls, soft lighting, and delicate hanging glass terrariums created a serene atmosphere, inviting its inhabitants to relax and escape the chaos of the outside world. Izuku being no exception.

In the quiet solitude of the kitchen, the signature evergreen scent of the café mingled with the aroma of matcha and lime. Izuku's tall figure gracefully moved around the kitchen, his large rabbit ears twitching with every soft sound. Like second nature, he set up the kitchen before taking the bright green citrus butter out of the fridge.

When it came to rabbit hybrids, most people weren't used to seeing Flemish Giants. Clad in a light green t-shirt, tightly hugging his well-defined muscles, Izuku's towering physique was more reminiscent of a predator hybrid, his strength barely hidden beneath a veneer of dorky charm and wit.

With precise movements, Izuku began preparing the perfectly striped, two-toned croissants that the 'Lunar Rabbit' cafe is known for. He measured the ingredients meticulously, his attention to detail reflected in every step. There is a comfort and tranquility in the act of creating, a stress reliever that he cherished amidst his dual lives.

The rhythmic sound of his palm hitting the dough, gently flattening it, filled the dark kitchen. Izuku's movements are methodical and precise, almost hypnotizing, as he continued to work on the matcha-lime croissant dough. His thoughts drifted to his upcoming shift with you, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over him.

Izuku was under your spell from your very first shift at one of his cafes. He had watched you on the security cameras for months, studying every little detail. Your moves, your smile, the way you interacted with customers. Izuku was drawn to you like a moth to flame, captivated by charm and spirit.

Izuku imagined you standing there, your lovely form illuminated by the soft café lights, under the delicate swaying terrarium spheres. He could already see himself making your favorite flavored latte, as he's seen you make it countless times on the security feed. How many times did he tweak that syrup to get it just to your liking? The thought of serving you a cup he made himself brought a smile to his face, his green eyes glowing with anticipation.

Lost in his fantasies, Izuku accidentally spilled some flour onto his t-shirt. Chuckling softly to himself, he brushed off the white powder and ran his fingers between his ears and through his short curly forest green hair, basking in the thrill of the upcoming shift.

He focused his attention on the task at hand, skillfully wrapping the mix in plastic wrap and placing it in the fridge to rest until tomorrow. Drumming a brawny calloused hand against the fridge door, he grabbed a sheet of pre-chilled blueberry-lemon dough before closing the door with his heel.

At the kitchen island counter, Izuku's hands worked the dough skillfully, his fingers deftly shaping it into perfect croissants. The dough was soft and pliable, and Izuku liked the feel of the texture against his fingertips. It was smooth and velvety, the aroma of smashed berries and lemon rind wafted through the air as he worked. Izuku appreciated scents that complimented his own. Citrus, teas, your jasmine-like signature.

Shaping the pastry mix, his mind briefly wandered to thoughts of what it would be like to touch you, to feel your curves beneath his hands. Lost again in daydreams, Izuku envisioned the feel of your silky skin against his callouses and scars, his mind conjuring images of your usual flowery fragrance intertwining with his yuzu and evergreen scent. The thought of your lips, soft and inviting, added to his desires, and his thoughts wandered to the taste of you, the way your lips would feel against his own.

Izuku's mind is completely consumed by the thought, and he could feel the heat pooling rapidly within him. He desperately wanted to trace the contours of your body, his fingertips exploring every inch, as his desire continued to build. His breath grew heavy. With a raspy whimper escaping his lips, Izuku momentarily lost himself in his fantasies, feeling bead of pre-cum line the tip of his straining erection. The excitement building within him became overpowering, overwhelming his senses.

As his arousal grew, Izuku's scent turned musky, blending with his natural citrus evergreen aroma. Izuku's eager slit continued to weep the viscous fluid, the sticky patch of his boxers trapped against the thick head of his dick. As he continued his task, every so often the precum slick fabric would slide forcefully against his tip, eliciting another deep groan from his lips. His need for you at this point was overwhelming, almost unbearable, and his foot tapped on the floor in rabbit-like frustrated anticipation.

It was a struggle for Izuku to maintain focused on his work, his mind overloaded with longing and the intense desire to fulfill every single one of his fantasies with you. He took a moment to compose himself, releasing a pent-up growl of frustration under his breath. He couldn't afford to lose his shit on day one and scare you off, he wasn't some amateur.

Knowing he must regain control, Izuku attempted to once again throw himself into getting the shop ready for the morning rush. With a reluctant sigh, Izuku carefully took out the raspberry two-toned croissants that he had prepped the day before, placing them on the kitchen island counter to be baked for today's morning rush.

Izuku looked at the clock hanging on the wall, he just needed to be patient.

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When you first stirred from slumber, your first instinct was to dive back under the blankets in the pre-dawn darkness. Slowly peeling back the covers of your cozy bed, the moon cast a dim glow through the window, barely highlighting your room.

As you slid your feet out from under the quilts and sat up in the chilly room, your sleep blurred gaze fell on the neatly arranged uniform laid out on the dresser. The tan and jade green dress holds an air of cute professionalism and elegance, perfectly suited for your role at one of the 'Lunar Rabbit' cafes.

As you took off your pajamas, your gaze wanders downward, landing upon the growing bruises and scratches that marred your sore hips. You shook your head softly, a mix of emotions flooding rational thoughts. Last night with Katsuki, the tiger you shared your apartment with, had been...intense to say the least, at times his territorial nature could cross bounds. It seemed his bestial inclinations towards you often manifested in these marks and an aching pussy full of the feral feline's load. It had been necessary to join him in the bath, to wash away any traces of other scents but his own, before he was satisfied last night.

Tossing your head in frustrated resignation, you took a deep breath, attempting to push the memory of those bruises aside. You adjusted your uniform in the mirror, determination to face the day with your usual brand of professionalism. With each careful movement, you purposefully shed the weight of hectic apartment life, transforming into the dedicated and fun-loving barista that your colleagues and patrons know you to be.

The early morning air carried an invigorating crispness as you stepped out of your apartment, the pitch darkness of the night slowly yielding to a beautiful, dark purple sky. The stars twinkled above, casting a gentle luminescence upon the world below. The beauty of the early morning took your breath away.

Walking through the quiet streets, you took in the sights of the autumn morning. Vibrant hues of orange and red adorned the foliage, casting a mystical fall atmosphere all around. The gentle crunching of leaves under your feet became a soothing background melody, heightening your anticipation for the day to come. It's a picturesque scene that brings a smile to your face as you take in the beauty around you.

The short walk to the 'Lunar Rabbit' café is refreshing, the cool breeze gently caresses your skin, and you can't help but lift your face towards the sky, embracing the tranquility of the morning. The scent of dew-kissed grass and the earthy fragrance of autumn fills the air, creating a calming atmosphere.

Unlocking the door, you entered the cozy café intricately designed with a charming lunar forest theme. Most of the walls were adorned in a relaxing jade green color, with glistening glass sphere terrariums hanging gracefully from the ceiling. Creating a sense of tranquility whenever the light caught the floating gardens just right.

But it's the back wall mural that always draws the attention of customers—a breathtaking depiction of ethereal rabbits, crafted from swirling shadows, engaged in a graceful dance beneath a moonlit sky adorned with countless stars.

The careful brush strokes bring the scene to life, immersing you in a mysterious and whimsical world. The rabbits are beautifully painted, their whirling silhouettes seem to come alive under the gentle glow of dawn and fairy lights, creating an otherworldly ambiance. It's a mesmerizing sight in the early morning, one that never failed to captivate you in the dark hours.

You stepped into the dim kitchen, a sense of familiarity washing over. The soft glow of the moon outside cast a gentle illumination, highlighting the edges of the counter tops and appliances. You began gathering the necessary ingredients to create the delectable quiches that will soon grace the cafe's display case.

The movement is sudden. You only caught the shifting of shadows on the opposite side of the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Your heart thumped rapidly against your chest as your attention was drawn to the mysterious figure standing upright near the ovens, rising to full height in a fluid motion. The towering silhouette seemed to materialize out of nowhere from the depths of the dark kitchen. For a split second, you could swear you saw his eyes glimmer in the shadows, as if they were momentarily aglow with a vivid emerald light.

The initial shock sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your previously fatigued body. Startled by the unexpected sight, your muscles tensed, ready to defend yourself if necessary. Eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the hulking man's presence, you ran through your options.

Then Izuku shifted forward, the illumination from the skylight instantly brightening his features. The ethereal glow revealed his forest green ears nestled in curly hair, and vivid green eyes, capturing the essence of mischief and charm that so often accompanies his presence. A genial grin tugged at the corners of his lips, “Mornin'!” he chirped, closing the oven behind him, the raspberry croissants settled on the racks. His soft rabbit ears entirely too perky for this pre-dawn hour.

Recognition immediately dawned on you, and a mix of relief and frenzied amusement flooded your features. A little laugh escaped your lips, laced with a touch of underlying nervousness, as your eyes met Izuku's. "Midoriya! Damn, you scared me." you exclaimed, the words tumbling out with a hint of manic energy. Izuku's grin widened as you stammered, the sound of his name on your lips seemingly delighting him. Your laughter lingered in the air, relief palpable. All you could do is laugh off the initial fright, glad to see a familiar face in the dimly lit tranquility of the kitchen.

Wait.

Your brow furrowed as confusion washed over. The gears in your exhaustion-addled mind began to turn, piecing together the inconsistency of Izuku's presence in the closed cafe at such an early hour. As a new employee, Izuku shouldn't have the keys to the establishment. "How did you get in?" You blurted out, voice equal parts curiosity and suspicion. You looked at him, searching for an explanation.

Attempting to quell any rising doubts, Izuku quickly weaved a web of deception, words slipping off his silver tongue with practiced ease. His response was laced with an air of authority, as if the decision had been handed down by corporate in a moment of desperation. "Ms.Usagiyama gave me a key," he stated, his voice confident and unwavering. "They needed someone to fill in as an overnight baker, and it seems I was their best option."

When was the last time he had called her anything but Mirko?

Your surprise was blatantly displayed across your face as you registered the information. You didn't expect management, especially Rumi, to be handing out keys so freely and enlist new employees for overnight baking duties. Then again... given the rather unexpected departure of one of the bakers, you supposed the situation must be dire enough to warrant such desperate measures given the shop's popularity.

“...It'll be nice to have help in the mornings” With a shrug, you dismissed your initial doubts, content to accept Izuku's explanation. After all, you're just a team lead, not really the position to harp on the decisions made by upper management when you'll only get a headache for your trouble. As the manager of your location, Rumi can deal with that nonsense. The fact that you're just honestly grateful for the extra hands during the morning rush seems to override any lingering uncertainties.

You stretched your arms out wide, movements fluid and graceful, as a yawn escaped your lips. Fatigue lingered beneath the surface, evident in the slight droop of your eyelids and the darkened circles barely visible beneath your eyes. A testament to your restless night of sleep, body aching from the intensity of the “bath” you shared with Katsuki.

You offered Izuku a small, tired smile as you spoke, voice carrying a soft, lingering weariness. "I'm going to get the quiches ready in the other oven," you said with sleepy determination.

A moment later, as you set about your task, Izuku's acute senses detected a faint scent of burning sugar, tickling the edges of his nostrils. His eyes immediately darted towards the ovens, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the raspberry croissants had only just begun baking, their doughy forms barely touched by the heat. He dismissed the fleeting scent, assuring himself that it must have been a mere figment of his imagination.

Silently observing you moved past him, Izuku's gaze lingered on the circles under your eyes, a telltale sign of exhaustion and a restless sleep. Concern flickered in his emerald gaze, a twinge of protectiveness already tugging at his chest. He silently resolved to ensure that in time you understood that he was there for your well-being, even if you remained blissfully unaware of his true intentions.

Taking it upon himself to ease your tiredness, Izuku moved with a flurry of efficiency at the tea counter. His fingers gracefully danced across the array of tea leaves, their aroma filling the air, selecting his own special blend to help ease your weary spirit. His movements were precise and purposeful, a silent gesture of care for the woman who stood just a few feet away. You vaguely heard the clink of one of the kettles, as he prepared a cup colored with your favorite hue.

You carefully closed the door of the oven, the final quiche now tucked away to bake to golden perfection. You wiped your hands on your apron, turning around just as Izuku walked over, cradling a cup of tea in his large hands. Leaning against the kitchen island, your tired eyes blinked back the haze of exhaustion, momentarily jolted back to alertness as Izuku approached.

“This the seasonal energy tea blend?” Your gaze drifted down to the cup, its colorful pattern a perfect match to your favorite shade. You paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing your features, but quickly brushed off the coincidence. After all, how could the new guy know such a personal detail? Thanking Izuku with a sweet smile, you accepted the cup and immediately felt the relaxing warmth it radiated.

The steam rose in ethereal tendrils, almost imperceptible in the dim light that filtered through the skylight overhead. Your eyes followed the wisps up towards the still dark pink sunrise through the window, their graceful dance capturing your attention briefly before you brought the cup to your lips.

With each passing second, Izuku's senses were assailed by that same faint smell that evoked a sense of ...smoke? His brows furrowed ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing in confusion. It lingered in the air, a faint odor that didn't align with the barely warm food in the oven. Izuku couldn't have known it was due to Katsuki, your territorial roommate, his pheromones carrying a note of smoldering embers. The scent itself evoked a strong dislike within Izuku, as his attention to detail in the pastry-making artistry made even the slightest indication of burning a source of disdain. Izuku swept over the kitchen, muttering to himself, trying to locate the source of the offensive smell.

As your finished the last sip of the steaming tea, a wave of warmth washed over you, permeating your body from the inside out. The autumn morning chill retreated, replaced by a comforting sensation that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. The embrace of the herbal infusion wove its soothing spell, making you feel pleasantly drowsy in the brisk kitchen.

"I'm thinking this new morning tea is a miss" you muttered as you glared half-heartedly at the leaf dregs of the delicious brew. The aching fatigue that had clung to you began to dissipate, replaced by a gentle drowsiness that weighed down your eyelids. A yawn escaped your lips, body responding to the tea's intended purpose. Izuku stepped close, closer than necessary, as he reached out to take the empty tea cup from your hand.

You held out the cup, your hand hovering in the air as Izuku moved closer. But it's in that moment, as Izuku inhaled the lingering scent, nose giving a small twitch, that his gaze narrowed with a sudden intensity. Your drowsy mind failed to register the glare of his emerald eyes, an indication of something more than casual curiosity.

"Why...do you smell like you fell in a damn bonfire?" Izuku's words carried a sharpness, a demand rather than mere inquiry. They sliced through the air, hanging there with a weight that is impossible to ignore. His voice had cut through the air with an uncharacteristic edge, void of the easygoing nature she had come to associate with the coworker facade he portrayed.

Your heart skipped a beat, embarrassment flooding your features as Izuku's question settled in. You were stunned for a moment, the truth of the situation hanging heavily on your heart. Of course, you realized, Izuku's hybrid senses would pick up the scent left behind by Katsuki last night. How could you forget?

Scratches, cum, and pheromones laid on you the night before when Katsuki sensed Izuku's touch from when he thanked you during training. His possessiveness in the bath had been clear, his words a promise of violence should Izuku dare to lay a hand on you again.

A knot formed in the pit of your stomach as embarrassment filled your voice, intertwining with a shard of defiance. "I...uh...had a bit of a disagreement with my room mate last night," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "But it's nothing to worry about, really."

Your admission threatened to tip the scales of the delicate equilibrium. Whether or not you were fully aware, the territorial boundaries have already been drawn between the territorial tiger and the love-mad hare. The situation a powder keg waiting to ignite, and Izuku the bastard he is, was going to make sure it blew up in the face of this “room mate” of yours.

Izuku's large hands swiftly found their place on your hips, his touch firm yet careful. In one fluid motion, he effortlessly lifted you clean off your feet and placed you onto the island counter. The contrast in your heights is stark, you find yourself still having to tilt your chin to look up in shock at Izuku. His long ears twitched with barely restrained irritation.

As Izuku's nose scrunched involuntarily, a mix of emotions surged within him. The scent of Katsuki, with its notes of cayenne, brown caramel, and smoldering embers, emanated from you like a provocative challenge even without a claim on your neck. To Izuku, it reeked like burnt sugar, an acrid aroma that didn't deserve a place within the confines of his shops.

His possessive instincts kicked into overdrive, an unwavering determination surging through his veins. He leaned down, his breath warm against the soft skin of your neck, his voice dropping to a low, firm tone. "You know," he began, his voice carrying a velvety cadence. "we can't have you smelling like that. It doesn't suit you, and it definitely doesn't suit this cafe."

“After all, who wants to eat in a smoky bakery?” Izuku finished as he knelt with calculated grace, his strong, muscular frame shifting closer to your exposed thighs. As he positioned himself between your parted legs, Izuku's eyes lock onto yours. In the short time you've known him, Izuku's eyes have never seemed this intense, brimming with an unwavering determination to claim you as his, to erase any trace of Katsuki's scent and replace it with his own. Your breath hitched softly, eyes widening at the audacity of Izuku's actions. Looking down at the fierce Flemish Giant between your thighs, you weren't sure you really wanted him to stop, consequences be damned.

Leaning back against the cold counter top, you let out a soft gasp as Izuku's lips met the inside of your knee. The contrast between the cool stone and the warmth of his mouth adds to the growing pleasure that courses through your body.

As Izuku's lips continued their path up your thigh, he deftly moved your cute underwear down your trembling legs. a shiver ran down your spine as the cold morning air kissed your exposed folds. The delicate material glided lower, clinging momentarily to your thighs before slipping over your uniform shoes.

Izuku's emerald eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took a moment to appreciate the shade of green of the fabric. You're already wearing his color, he couldn't have planned it better himself. With a small grin against your soft skin, he quickly tucked your panties into his pocket, claiming another piece of you for himself while he distracted you with kisses and nips along your thigh.

Izuku's chuckle had a dark edge to it, tinged with an unmistakable sense of triumph as Katsuki's scent gradually began to dissipate. Your slick hole starting to carry the familiar fragrance of your usual jasmine, proof of Izuku's determined assertion of dominance over any traces of his new rival's presence.

With a deliberate and confident movement, Izuku pushed the bottom of your thighs up, hooking your ankles over his broad shoulders and positioning himself between your legs. His biceps barely flexed as his large tan hands gently scooted your hips closer to the edge of the counter, granting him better access to your tantalizingly wet pussy. The shadowy figures of your bodies blended together in the dark kitchen, the only source of light being the faint glow of the dark pink sunrise streaming through the skylight above. The faint rays of the sunrise dance across Izuku's face, highlighting his handsome features and the determination in his emerald green eyes.

Izuku's lips found their way to your tender slit, his tongue gently flicking and teasing your hooded pearl. The expert motions and the expert blend of pleasure and pressure elicited from his mouth heightened the sensations coursing through your body, intensifying your pleasure with each passing moment. Your taste was intoxicating to him, driving his desire further, as if he can't get enough.

Then again, he always did have a sweet tooth.

As his tongue hungrily slipped inside your aching cunt, suddenly the weight of Izuku's actions broke through the sleepy haze. Your mind flashed back to the conversation you had with Katsuki the night before, a warning that now echoed in your head. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, "My room mate is gonna be pissed.” You groaned into your hands. The memory of Katsuki's threat looms in the back of your mind, a promise of violence should Izuku dare to lay a hand on you again.

Izuku lifted his gaze, a mischievous grin spreading across slick lips, as he locked eyes with you. His rabbit ears moved, playfully expressing his amusement. "Oh? And what is your room mate gonna do?" he retorted, a playful challenge in his voice. Without a hint of hesitation, he dives back down, his lips and tongue resuming their intoxicating dance against your sensitive folds and clit . He seemed completely unfazed by the threat, his confidence unyielding, a trait born of his secret life.

Even though the haze of pleasure, you hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether you should reveal the full extent of Katsuki's threat. Reluctantly, you gave in, letting the words slip out before your pleasure-addled brain could catch up. "He said he was gonna 'put you in the ground'," you admitted, lust thick voice tinged with a hint of unease.

Izuku's grip on your hips tightened, his possessive desire flaring again within him. The threat of violence from Katsuki barely registers as a deterrent. With a sinister glimmer in his eyes, Izuku responded, his voice laced with barely-contained excitement. "Is that so?" he murmured darkly, relishing the challenge "Let him try, I don't see a claim on your pretty neck." Without wasting another moment, Izuku went back to work, his mouth and tongue working diligently to replace any remnant of Katsuki's presence.

Feeling a sudden surge of mixed emotions—fear, excitement, desire—your hands had a mind of their own as they reached down lightly grazing over the soft, velvety texture of Izuku's rabbit ears. They quivered beneath your touch, responding to your exploration with an almost eager sensitivity.

As your fingers tangled in his forest green locks, you felt the warmth of Izuku's growl vibrating against your sensitive pussy, an intimate sound that resonated deep within you. The way his growl reverberated against your heated core sent shivers down your spine, making your swollen clit ache with need.

Izuku's mouth continued its relentless assault on your dripping cunt, his agile tongue expertly explored every hidden crevice, every secret fold, as if he was committing your every contour to memory. Each breathless moan that escaped your lips fueled Izuku's frenzy further.

For a moment, the tension in the air feels electric, a heightened awareness of the forbidden nature of your encounter. Despite the threat hanging over Izuku's head, he had explosive pleasure coursing through your body, casting an intoxicating spell over both of you. It's a dangerous game you've walked into, driven by the irresistible magnetism that seems to resonate between you and the hybrids in your life. The world around you seemed to fade away, the though of any brewing storm quickly silenced by the chorus of your erratic breaths and the wet sounds of Izuku's devouring lips.

With each passing moment, Izuku's own arousal became more apparent, his throbbing erection pressing insistently against the fabric of his pants, boxers already growing slippery with precum. The sheer desire in his eyes lit up the dim space, reflecting the hunger growing inside, as his tongue continued its wicked exploration.

As the sensations kept building, Izuku's nibbles along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs grew insistent, his teeth grazing your tender folds with just the right amount of pressure to send waves of tingling pleasure coursing through your veins. Each nip sends surges of electricity shooting up your spine, heightening your already stimulated state.

With a final, gentle nip, Izuku's attention returned to your swollen clit, his talented mouth engulfing it entirely, his tongue milking the pleasure from your body with a hunger born of his obsessive adoration.

The cold surface of the kitchen counter beneath you contrasted sharply with the scorching heat that consumed your being. It further intensified the sensations, making your body arch uncontrollably, craving more of Izuku's skilled tongue and the delicious friction against your dripping slit. As Izuku continued his tantalizing assault, a whirlwind of pleasure tore through you. Every touch, every lick, is electrifying, driving you to the edge of sanity and euphoria.

Your body responded instinctively to Izuku's ministrations, muscles tightening, drawing you closer to the precipice of your first orgasm. The familiar coil of ecstasy grew within, winding tighter with each flick of his tongue and gentle suction against your throbbing clit.

And then it happened—your climax hit you with an intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs. It crashed over you like a tidal wave, shattering any composure you still had and leaving you breathless and trembling. Your body quaked, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, drowning out rational thought.

As the echoes of your orgasm still shook you, Izuku didn't let up. His mouth continued to work its magic, prolonging the throes of your pleasure, drawing out every last drop of intoxication from your trembling body. The sensations are almost too much to bear, your mind spiraling in a haze of ecstasy as he licked you dry.

“Do I still reek?” Voice trembling, as you questioned whether the lingering scent of burnt caramel still clung to the air. But Izuku, always perceptive, noted the shift in your aroma, the return of your usual sweet jasmine-like scent. A return that happened a little too quickly for his oral fixation, to be quite honest.

A devious gleam danced in Izuku's emerald eyes as he listened to your words. He leaned back slightly on his knees, his chest rising and falling with his own ragged breaths. "Oh. Sorry, you still smell burnt," he lied with ease, a feigned apologetic smile playing at the corners of his lips. In this moment, he reveled in the idea of indulging his sweet tooth on the object of his obsession- You.

What was another white lie in the grand scheme of things?

Before you could respond, overcome with desire, Izuku plunged back down between your trembling thighs. The sudden latch to your swollen bead caused you to buck against the cold counter, your fingers instinctively tightening around the curls at the base of Izuku's rabbit ears, holding on for dear life. A sharp twinge of over-sensitivity mingles with the persistent pleasure, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations.

Nose pressed against your mound, Izuku's tongue delved deep, searching for every trace of their intoxicating cum. His mouth moved with a fevered rhythm, his ministrations calculated and purposeful. His tongue speared through your slick folds, flicking and teasing as if he planned to consume every intimate drop. He couldn't get enough of your taste.

Meanwhile, your body danced on the edge of ecstasy once again. The contrasting sensations of pleasure and sensitivity, sent electric currents shooting through every nerve. With each movement of Izuku's skilled tongue, your hips involuntarily bucked and writhed, seeking more of that delicious contact.

As you came a second time, a loud cry escaped your lips, reverberating through the dimly lit space. The intensity of the sensation threatened to overwhelm you, nerves tingling with each tantalizing touch of his skilled tongue.

Izuku's own desire burned hot within him, waiting to be unleashed. Amidst your writhing against his face, Izuku's hips involuntarily jerked forward, another surge of precum staining his boxers. The feeling of the slick fabric against the head of his dick only served to increase his hunger for you.

As your thighs instinctively attempted to clamp shut around Izuku's head in a desperate bid to shield your oversensitive clit, his arms flexed, exerting a near herculean strength to keep them in place. With your back arched and thighs trembling in his hands, you were entirely at Izuku's mercy. It was just easier to surrender to the Flemish Giant's powerful hold rather than fight his iron grip.

Izuku's movements remained unyielding, a relentless pace that threatened to push you past the limits of pleasure and into the realm of cumdrunk ecstasy. In all honesty however, Izuku's own need fueled his actions, his tongue dancing deftly, exploring every hidden crevice with fervor. Maybe he was the cumdrunk one at this point.

“T-too sensitive 'Zuku” your plea for him to let up fell on deaf ears as Izuku wickedly ignored your words, except for the cute way you whimpered his name. Izuku could listen to you stuttering his first name in pleasure for the rest of his life. He took pleasure in pushing you to your limits, eager to indulge in his own selfish desires without hesitation. He had waited so long for this moment, he was going to get his fill. Or at least enough to satiate him while he made his claim.

"You can handle cumming for me again," Izuku insisted, his voice filled with dark adoration as he denied you mercy, before plunging back between your folds. Fuck, he loved you clamping down on his tongue like this, he only hoped you could handle all of him.

Your body quivered in response, overwhelmed by the heightened sensitivity of the onslaught on your swollen clit. Izuku's unwavering focus and iron grip left no room for escape or mercy. His tongue pressed skillfully, teasing and taunting your most sensitive spots, delving in with fervor and purpose. The taste of you, the intoxicating flavor that mingled with your heavenly musk, is like a drug to him, an addiction that drove him deeper into his feral desires.

Your body squirmed uncontrollably, overcome by the unbearable pleasure Izuku exerted on you. Every gentle nip and forceful suck sends you writhing. In desperation, your hands find solace in reaching the base of Izuku's rabbit ears, gently tugging with an almost desperate plea. Too much..!

But far from slowing down Izuku, the sensations of your tender grip on his ears only served to fuel his primal instincts. It's as if the touch of your shaky hands ignited a feral fire within him, intensifying the frenzied pace of his ministrations. His own need reached a fever pitch, his tongue dancing with an even more voracious appetite, ravishing every inch of your cunt.

Your body reacted uncontrollably to the overwhelming sensations, saliva escaping your lips as you moaned and whimpered in a haze of pleasure. Your legs twitching and trembling, but Izuku's firm grip prevented you from dislodging him, keeping you at his mercy.

The sound of Izuku eating out your soaked cunt echoed within the otherwise empty café kitchen, the lewd noises amplified by the decorated tiles. Your grip on the base of Izuku's furry ears tightened, desperation evident as you sought an anchor to ground herself amidst the waves of pleasure forced on you.

Driven by his feral determination, Izuku continued to devour you with a relentless pace. His imposing length now popping up and over the band of his slick boxers, yearned for release. As your squirms and whimpers grew more unrestrained, your body teetered on the edge of a precipice, ready to crash to a blinding climax.

As Izuku forced a third orgasm from your bullied clit, your vision faded into a hazy whiteness, the sheer intensity of the pleasure causing your consciousness to spiral into a realm of overwhelming ecstasy. Your mind became consumed by a kaleidoscope of sensations, blurring the boundaries of pleasure and reality. Your entire being is overwhelmed by the whiteout, a surge of ecstasy that drowns out all other thoughts and sensations.

You remained lost in your own world of ecstasy, mind blissfully blank by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through your veins. In the midst of the pleasure-induced haze, you barely registered Izuku standing to his full height pushing 7 feet, his uniform khakis and boxers shifted low on his chiseled hips. His imposing figure cast a shadow over your flushed form. He reveled in the sight of your face caught in the throes of your cumdrunk daze, body trembling and clearly craving further gratification.

Who was he to deny you?

With another shift of fabric, Izuku's thick cock sprung forth, liberated from its confines, hardened and throbbing. His erection stood tall despite it's weight, demanding attention, the embodiment of Izuku's primal nature. Flemish Giants are big in, well, every way. If your mind wasn't completely blank right now, you'd probably be worried about how the monstrous girth could fit in you. A concern Izuku clearly didn't have.

With an unquenchable desire driving him, Izuku moved between your quivering thighs, positioning himself to align with your sopping entrance still twitching from your last orgasm. The immense size of his swollen cock head presented a challenge for your tight and unprepared opening. Your poor pussy's struggle to accommodate Izuku's massive girth sent shockwaves through both of your bodies, setting the stage for the battle between resistance and persistence. Don't worry, he'll make sure he fits.

The first few frantic and desperate tries by Izuku only drew a frustrated growl from the large hybrid. Your body strained to accommodate the overwhelming size of Izuku's cock, your senses overloaded with both pleasure and over sensitivity. But with a slick pop, the tip of Izuku's engorged member finally breached your entrance, forcing its way inside.

You remained blissfully lost in a euphoric haze, your body intertwined with Izuku's as he leaned over you. The cafe's dim lighting from the sunrise cast gentle shadows across the kitchen, highlighting Izuku's disheveled green curls and the captivating glow of his emerald eyes, resembling one of the rabbits forged from swirling shadows on the mural that adorns the wall.

Leaning over you, Izuku's dominant side asserts itself, swiftly pressing your knees up towards your shoulders. Applying pressure to open them wider, he exposed every inch of your quivering slit spread tight around the head of his dick. With a growl of determination, Izuku bullied his way further inside your depths, his larger size causing a twinge of pain as he stretched you to your limit to accommodate him. Your body struggled with the difference between him and Katsuki.

The sheer size of Izuku's cock, larger than even your room mate's, brings a mixture of pleasure and ache to your sensitized cunt. While Katsuki's barbs had their own unique sting, the contrast in size between him and the rabbit currently using you like a fucktoy induced new levels of soreness and bliss.

Izuku thinks he may have found heaven when he finally breaks in your pussy enough for his monstrous dick to bottom out against your cervix. Undeterred by your cunt's struggle, Izuku sets a rapid rabbit pace, his thrusts forceful and demanding.

The sound of their intertwining bodies filled the room, the wet slapping of Izuku's balls against your ass creating a rhythm that added to the sound of their escalating pleasure. Despite the stinging stretch, you remained freely vocal, too lost in your bliss to be concerned about anything else. Izuku's moans and your cries filled the air, adding to the sinful symphony.

As Izuku's large muscles flexed, his grip on the counter edge on either side of your head tightened, seeking leverage to thrust even more deeply. His forearms came to rest on the cold surface. Your knees were pinned again Izuku's chest, as each of his motions rocked your body forcefully against the stone counter of the kitchen island.

As Izuku continued his relentless pace, his large muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, his emerald eyes shone with feral bliss. Soft forest green ears were pinned back against his curls, a clear sign of his animalistic desire taking hold. Noticing your slightly pained fucked-out expression, Izuku found a sort of sadistic glee in your reactions. He couldn't help but revel in the sense of superiority it gave him.

No fucking way that crispy room mate of yours has ever filled you like this before.

"Aw, am I too big? Does it sting?" Izuku crooned huskily in your ear, voice filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Fuck..! Taking me like such a good little pet- I knew you could handle it.” Even if his love is tainted by selfish obsession, he takes genuine pride in your resilience. Not everyone could take his bitch breaking girth the first time. Or at all.

You could only offer a weak nod in response to what little you catch of his words. Your walls clung to his thick length, the stretch more than you've ever experienced before. Yet, your blissed-out state allowed you to push through the discomfort of having your guts rearranged, exchanging it for a facet of ecstasy that only Izuku could provide. You were intoxicated.

The grip of your walls around his pulsing member further fueled his desire, his relentless pace never faltering. Your pussy clung desperately to his too thick cock, the force of each slam eliciting a a ragged gasp as he bottomed out against your cervix. His intense gaze locks onto your dilated eyes, drinking in every nuance of your cumdrunk expressions as you submitted to him completely.

For Izuku, this moment is the culmination of his desires since the moment you were hired at one of his coffee shops. His obsessive desire for you have driven him to go to great lengths, even "hiring" himself as a barista to get close to you. Now, his darkest desires are being fulfilled, the mate he craves finally within his grasp.

Fuck, he wasn't going to last much longer with you looking past him all fucked-out like that.

Intense pleasure coursing through your veins, you were overcome by the sensory overload of cumming again. Saliva escaped your parted lips, a shiny trail down the side of your chin. Your moans and whimpers intermingled with the wet, lewd sounds of your boss' thrusts into you, heavy balls accentuating squelches with quick slaps against your ass. Your gushing cunt walls attempted to tighten around Izuku's massive member with some success as you reached one last mind shattering orgasm. Your trembling pussy clamped down as best it could, Izuku thrusting all the while.

As he reached his own tipping point, Izuku's rabbit ears stood straight up, a visible sign of his peaking pleasure. “S-shit” He whined, your tight cunt was strangling his cock, causing his foot to bounce uncontrollably as he thrust as fast as possible. Each slam was met with the rhythmic spasming of your walls, clenching onto his too thick length with a desperate intensity. The sensation of your pussy clinging to his dick on every exiting pull, and the feel of his mushroom tip slamming against your cervix, was too much for Izuku. Driven by his unbridled desire, Izuku maintained his rabbit-like pace until the end, unable to resist the sweet agony of the tight vice that surrounded him.

With a deep groan of satisfaction, Izuku succumbed to the milking motion of your tight ring of muscles. The tip of his cock became engorged and sensitive, the pressure pushing him over the edge, the slit gushing forth with his warm cum. Pumping spurt after spurt, Izuku filled your womb with his seed, the pulsing sensation mixing with the raw pleasure that coursed through you both. One of his fuzzy ears cocked to the side, a visual display of the euphoria that engulfed him.

As with most rabbit hybrids, Izuku momentarily leaned all his weight on your pinned legs and his forearms, his body collapsing with the intensity of his climax. Your cunt walls stretched tight around his member still milked and clenched, coaxing every drop of his essence from within him. Overwhelmed by the influx of cum you could only moan brokenly in bliss, your consciousness long faded away during your last orgasm.

In the aftermath of your shared climax, Izuku remained trembling and breathless over your spent body, his emerald eyes still gleaming with a primal intensity, as he nuzzled your hair. The cafe was filled with the scent of your combined arousal, a poignant reminder of the powerful connection. A perfect mix of pine needles, yuzu zest and jasmine blossoms in the smug Izuku's opinion.

Much better than that burnt sugar bastard's stench.

Izuku needs a few tries to withdraw from your clasping cunt, before the head of his dick pops free of your pubic ridge with a final jerk of his hips. He hissed in oversensitive pleasure at the sensation of pulling free of your quim. Geez, were all humans this small on the inside? He wondered as his cum began to gush out of you. Izuku's viscous seed quickly flowed down your folds, trailing onto the cold counter top before beginning to drip onto the floor. He could definitely get used to that image. “You should get some rest” Izuku smugly beamed down at you before planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your lids heavy with fatigue. You could hardly fight the chemicals, both natural and otherwise at this point, from pulling you into slumber, and soon you lost the battle. He smiled as he heard your breathing even out, asleep.

Izuku's tea, and it's added ingredient, had taken longer to take effect than he expected. When he saw how exhausted you were, he had just intended for you to nap through your shift. Cuddle with your unconscious form under a cozy blanket in the autumn afternoon during his lunch hour, maybe. Izuku was so glad he'd been given enough time make you cry his name so prettily before you slipped into sleep.

In comparison to this morning, you looked so serene and relaxed, even after your intense encounter. Izuku leaned over you, his forearms resting on the cold stone, nuzzling your hair tenderly. His nose twitched, catching your mingled scents again, making his rabbit ears flick with delight. Izuku, hidden behind his gentle facade once again, wished he had “hired” himself sooner. He could have felt you shuddering around him months ago, but he vowed to make up for lost time now that you were already spreading yourself for him on his kitchen counter.

With gentle care, Izuku's muscular frame picked up your sleeping body from the kitchen counter. He cradled in his arms with a protective tenderness, mindful not to jostle you from slumber. He carried down the hall to the employee room across from the office, where a comfy jade couch awaited, a place for you to rest while he tended to the café.

As Izuku lay you down on the couch, your sleepy form stirred and before turning over with a yawn. Izuku would have stayed there, with his forehead against yours, all day. However, as the sunrise streamed through the kitchen skylight, Izuku became aware of just how late in the morning it was. With the sun coming up, he only had a few minutes until the coffee shop opened. He watched over you for a moment more, ensuring you were comfortably tucked into a cushy blanket, before he turned his attention to the café.

After all, as the owner of the 'Lunar Rabbit' chain, Izuku had responsibilities to fulfill.

Izuku is gonna be mad when he realizes he left the pastries in the oven, but raspberry croutons are a small price to pay in the long run.

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