#so I tried my best to answer with ‘I live to serve customers in all my free times’ vibes

[simply-hyacinth]

You write L so wonderfully and so in character. I had a request if they’re still open: Could I request Reader (any gender) giving L his first kiss, teaching him how to kiss in the process, and L discovering that he really enjoys the sensation of kissing? I headcanon L as so mentally devoted to his work that his physical form has kind of taken a backseat, and so something like a kiss or touch from the right person can ignite in him a new understanding of himself. Thanks for reading! 💖

So, I was gonna answer this later because I have a truly astounding amount of homework to get done, but how could I keep you waiting? Anyways, I tried my best to adhere to your request, and I'm so sorry if it's disappointing, I've never really done this before. Please let me know if you want anything else written or rewritten, or literally anything. Your wish is my command. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! I am trying to write him as realistically as possible because I saw too much ooc L, and so I'm doing my best.

“Cake?” You asked, setting it down in front of him gently so as to not disturb his setup. 

“Thank you.” He responded. His eyes never left the screen as he picked up the fork and began to eat. 

He had arrived at your apartment last night and in typical L fashion, had given you little notice before knocking on your door with a briefcase of files and papers. He had turned your living room into a crime scene, and as far as you knew, hadn’t slept a wink since he had gotten here. 

You didn’t want to ask him any questions or bother him, despite how incredibly curious you were, but you did want to be sure he wasn’t wasting away under your watch. If that meant feeding him desserts every hour to ensure that something was being consumed, then so be it.

“Cake for dinner,” You said softly to the air, shaking your head as you served yourself a slice. “I’m living my childhood dreams.”

Taking a seat next to L, you very carefully pulled a blanket up to your lap. You watched him cautiously, worried that your movements might distract him.

“You are not bothering me.” He said abruptly. 

You froze “Are you sure? I can just go to my room if - “

“No, I quite enjoy your presence.” He turned to you. “And if anything, I should be the one worried about bothering you. I have completely taken over your living room with my research.”

In furious denial, you responded, “No not at all! I love having papers about - “ You pick up a paper and skim the first sentence. “ - mass murders…on my couch…”

L let out a soft chuckle, to which you gave him a smile in return. “I should be thankful that you have not yet tired of my existence.”

“How could I ever? You’re my best customer.” You gestured to the state of your messy kitchen - a result of all the baking and cooking you had done for him since he had arrived. 

He responded with a little laugh, and turned back to his screen. You admired how much he devoted himself to his work, however it worried you nonstop to see how it ate away at him, both mentally and physically. 

You didn’t pretend to understand what he did. As far as you could tell, he was a spy or detective of sorts. He never confirmed or denied your guesses, but there were certain aspects of his routine that allowed you to infer what you could.

What you were sure of, however, was that the only time he was ever able to properly relax was when he was around you. Which only made it that much more saddening that he was so immersed in his research at this moment in time.

But you said nothing. It was never your place to interfere or say anything. That was how the two of you worked.

You picked up your book from the table in front of you and began to read. It was nice, being near him and the two of you being allowed to do your respective things. In fact, the book you were reading was one he had suggested for you after you told him it had been a while since you found a good book.

So far, you were quite happy with the recommendation.

After a couple of hours of just being next to each other and occasionally exchanging words, you began to doze off. The book slipped out of your hands and your head dropped onto L’s shoulder.

For the first time in hours, he was completely taken out of his work mindset. The weight of your body slumped against his was so warm. He knew it probably would be best to let you sleep, but how was he meant to get any work done if you were right against him?

Lucky for him, you started to stir, yawning as you awoke from your brief nap. “You’re here?”

“I’ve been here since yesterday.” He replied quietly.

You quickly noticed how much of his personal space you had accidentally invaded and shot straight up. “Shit, I didn’t mean to - “

L reached over and took your hand. It was a bit of an awkward grab, but you understood he meant it to be comforting. “You do not bother me.” His words were firm. 

“Right,” You breathed out, unknowingly lacing your fingers with his. “I forgot.”

“You also seemed to forget that I was here,” He noted. “You were surprised.”

Your cheeks heated up at his observation. “I think…I’m not used to you being so present next to me. It was a bit shocking to wake up practically sleeping on you.”

He was silent for a moment, and then, “Elaborate. On the part about me being present.”

“It’s not a matter of you being physically absent, but I mean you’re always so absorbed in your work that it’s like you forget I’m here or even where and who you are. Mentally, you are on another planet almost ninety percent of the time.” You explain, embarrassed. 

This seemed to bother him. You noticed the way his grip on your hand loosened and his shoulders deflated even more. 

“I never meant to make you feel that way.”

Your heart broke at how defeated he sounded. “Not at all! I just want you to be aware that you’re allowed to relax around me. You’re under no obligations here.”

He nodded. “Then you should also know that I don’t mind you being close to me.” He looked down at where your hands were still intertwined. “I’ve come to enjoy being in contact with you.”

You laughed lightly, relieved. “Thank goodness. I could kiss you right now, you know?”

“You could.” He confirmed quickly. “It would certainly be an experience I’ve never had before.”

To that, your laughter stops. “Never? You’ve never been kissed before?”

“I think I, of all people, would know if I had been.” He said dryly. 

“Would you want me to kiss you?” You asked him, your words hushed and curious. 

He pondered it for a moment. “I would want you to, of course. I have no expectations on whether or not I will enjoy it, as I have no previous experience to form them from. However, based off of what the vast majority of the population would - “

You decided you had enough of his talking and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and using your free hand to hold his face gently as you did. 

By kissing standards, it was not perfect. It was soft and awkward, but to you it was pure bliss. And as you pulled away and saw the gratified look in his eyes, it was fairly evident he felt similarly.

“How was that?” You asked teasingly.

“I’m not sure,” He replied. “I think you should do it again, for me to provide you with a satisfactory answer.”

You let out a laugh and leaned against him. “To be entirely honest with you, I haven’t kissed many people before.”

“In comparison to them, how did I do?” 

“Well, that was just a basic kiss.” You explained. “If you really want to be memorable, you should try a little harder.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “And how should I do that?”

You gave him a sly smile and moved until his back was pressed against the couch cushions and you were positioned slightly above him, your legs on either side of his lap. 

“Just open your mouth…” And like the obedient boyfriend he was, he did. “...lean forward…” Your lips met his again and you pulled him in closer; so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest.

The two of you quickly fell into a rhythm, and for someone who claimed to have never been kissed before, he was oddly passionate.

Breathless, you pulled away and beamed at him. “I would say that was pretty good. You?”

“If I wished to rank it, I would have to kiss other people to properly make a comparison.” You met his eyes, a teasing spark illuminated within them.

You scrunched up your nose. “Don’t joke. You are horribly unfunny.”

“Your lies do not concern me.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise. 

“It appears you like being kissed then?” 

“If it’s by you, then yes.” He sighed, a mixture of content and sadness. “I apologize for making you feel so unwanted around me while I work. I truly appreciate your presence and your efforts to distract me.”

You nodded acceptingly. “Well, do they at least work?”

L smiled. “They do.”

With a little exhale of relief, you rested your body against his and closed your eyes. “Anyways, you’re pretty good at that whole kissing thing. Maybe we can make it a habit.”

He squeezed your hand lightly. “I would like that.”

Because there was something so satisfying about kissing you, or even touching you, that made him only crave it more. L, whose mind was forever restless, had come to a complete halt the moment your lips had touched his. 

It appeared that the only tried and true thing that could ever relax him and bring him out of an overworked state of mind, was being with you. 

It was selfish. So incredibly selfish of him. To be with you, knowing the dangers, knowing the consequences, all because it made him feel good.

But he couldn’t help it. Not if it meant the possibility of kissing you again. And so he solidified this resolve in his mind that he wanted you, and only ever you. He knew there could be nothing good to come of this in the long run, but for now, you were both content in each other’s company.

L never stopped thinking about this moment. It might have been one of the only ones where he could truly say he was happy. 

#simplyhyacinth #l death note #deathnote #deathnote x reader #deathnote fanfiction #l x reader #lawliet x reader #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet #l lawliet x you #l x you

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day four!)

(i am like zooming here. nonstop writing. cant stop wont stop. slave to the grind.)

(on another note, dollar signs look weird on tumblr. $$ the line is all slanty.)

(read them all here!)

“dear?” you snapped back to attention at the sound of mrs. hatsugawa’s shaky yet relaxing voice. oftentimes the old woman called you over to talk when you weren’t too busy. oftentimes you found yourself going to her yourself.

“yes, mrs. hatsugawa?”

“you keep looking at the clock, dearie. is something the matter?”

“oh, no, mrs. hatsugawa,” you shake your head quickly. “everything is fine, i’m sorry. i’m just distracted.”

“you’re waiting for that boy,” the old woman observed keenly.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize again. she wasn’t wrong, after all. “i really don’t mean to give the impression that i don’t care about our conversations.” mrs. hatsugawa was silent for a moment, looking at you thoughtfully.

“you’re in love.” she decided. you look at her kindly. she was old, and, although it was mean to admit it, somewhat senile. she often said odd things like this.

“mrs. hatsugawa, i’m not in love. i’ve only known him for three days. besides, he’s not my type, you know that.” you replied gently. you preferred kind, sunshine-y types, ones that really showed that they cared.

“back when my husband was alive…” mrs. hatsugawa began, and you fell quiet, knowing that even if you interjected she’d continue anyway, pretending not to hear you in the sly way old women tended to do. “…my kazuo… he worked long hours. but he would get home at the same time every day, and i knew that time. i got antsy once it neared, and i couldn’t focus on a thing, because i was so excited to see my kazuo. i would always greet him with a hug and a kiss every day when he got home, every day for 62 years.”

“was that how long you were married?” you ask. you always enjoyed mrs. hatsugawa’s stories— her marriage, from what you gathered, was incredibly romantic. two people who absolutely adored each other. it was the sort of marriage you wanted to have if you ever got married (you weren’t sure yet, although your mother was increasing pressure on you to find someone). mrs. hatsugawa chuckled.

“oh, no, that’s how long we lived together. we were married for 64 years.” she answered.

“so you didn’t move in until you were married for two?” you tried again.

“that’s right.” mrs. hatsugawa smiled, but not at you. it was the sort of smile a person makes when they’re reminiscing; looking back at a better time in their live with nothing but love. “i was so scared to move in with my kazuo. i was a shy girl, you know.” you laughed at this. mrs. hatsugawa, although old and sometimes slow, would often spit out indignant curses whenever something bad would happen, like seeing a villain on the news.

“were you?” you asked somewhat skeptically. mrs. hatsugawa laughed, too.

“only around my kazuo. i didn’t care for anyone else.” she waved a hand. “but anywho, i was so scared to move in, but it was the best decision i’d made.”

“wasn’t marrying him the best decision?” you ask curiously.

“oh, no, dear,” mrs. hatsugawa shook her head. “that was a given. when you find the person you love in life, and that loves you, it’s only natural that you spend the rest of your life with them. that’s simply what you do when you’re in love.”

“a given?” you echo, and the woman nods.

“when you’re with the person you love, time stops, and you live forever.” mrs. hatsugawa said, although you got the sneaking impression that she wasn’t talking about the late kazuo hatsugawa anymore.

the movement of your lips that was going to become your reply was interrupted by the all-too-familiar jingle of the bells. you feel a smile creep up on your face as you stand up.

“thank you, mrs. hatsugawa,” you say, “but i have to serve this customer now.” mrs. hatsugawa gave you a knowing smile, even though you didn’t know what exactly she knew.

“alright, dear.” she said simply, returning to her oolong tea. you scurry up to the counter.

“the hell took you so long?” dynamight clicked his tongue at you. you were relieved to see that he seemed better than yesterday.

“sorry about that. i was talking with one of the customers, that’s all.” you smiled. “medium black coffee for dynamight?”

“just take my goddamn money.” dynamight impatiently tapped the bills on the counter. you did indeed ring him up as instructed, giving him time to sit in his seat. you gave him his coffee, which he went to sip, before stopping and looking up at you. you were watching him quietly, expectantly. you always tried to remember to give him a chance to actually drink his coffee before talking (it didn’t always work).

“…the fuck you staring at?” he spat. you quickly avert your gaze.

“sorry.” you apologize immediately.

“quit apologizin’. it’s annoying as hell.” dynamight rolled his eyes before sipping his coffee.

“sorry.”

“stop that.”

“i’m sorry!”

“fucking quit it!”

“so-“

“you say sorry and i’ll kill you.”

“that’s not very heroic.” you raise an eyebrow. dynamight scoffed.

“is too. i say it, and i’m the number one hero, a damn perfect example of heroism. that means it’s fuckin’ heroic.” he retorted. he did have a point.

“perfect, huh?” you hum, amused.

“yeah. you’re lucky i’m even in here right now.” dynamight informed you.

“and you’re not just here for coffee and a hiding spot.”

“i’m the great explosion murder god dynamight!” dynamight sneered. “i don’t hide like a little bitch.”

“the— the what?” you blink, totally confused at what seemed to be his hero name.

“great explosion murder god dynamight.” he repeated with a straight face. you had no idea how he kept such a straight face saying such a ridiculous name.

“that’s… your hero name?” you ask warily.

“damn straight it is. you got a fucking problem?” dynamight sneered. you exhale, not wanting to escalate the situation. you instead opt to lighten the mood.

“if that’s what i’m gonna be writing on your to-go cups, then yes,” you reply jokingly. dynamight rolled his eyes.

“i don’t get shit to go.”

“how come?” you ask curiously. dynamight bristled.

“because i just don’t! mind your own business.” he replied defensively.

“it’s okay, everyone has their preferences,” you say smoothly.

“so then fuck off and let me have mine.” dynamight sipped his coffee aggressively.

“of course.” you smiled.

“that’s… your hero name?”

“you got a fucking problem?”

“if that’s what i’m gonna be writing on your to-go cups, then yes.”

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(feel free to comment + leave ur thoughts :)

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[missstratford]

Café Playlist

Loki x reader

warnings: none, (angst if you squint)

Sipping lightly on his coffee, Loki frowned. This was probably his 26th visit to the café, and it was his first time receiving this odd piece of paper. Odd because it contained a list, of what seemed to be songs. It hadn’t been too long since Loki had been sentenced off to Midgard by Odin to accompany his brother and pay the repercussions for his actions by helping the Avengers. The idea, which turned into a royal order, disgusted him, yet he figured out a way to live above his principles and ‘do good for once’ in Odin’s words. The Avengers, first hostile, had quickly warmed up to him to his horror, and worst of all had decided to include him in their many shenanigans. On one such escapade from the group, he had stumbled upon this café. He was starving at that point and had no interest to sit with the Avengers for Shawarma third time that month. On finding this rather aesthetically appealing setup, Loki made his way in and was pleasantly surprised to find it to be a book café. As he sat down to order, the lady, who seemed to run this place said it was closed for lunch, but upon being threatened pestered by him, she relented and served him some glazed donuts and pies. Mid bite to his raspberry pie, the door to the café swung open and he saw you. You entered completely flushed, hair wet and a tad messy, wrinkled clothes implied you had just taken a ride to get here, and yet, Loki choked on his pie. He seemed glad that he did because your smile from seeing the other woman morphed to surprise seeing Loki to worry when started choking all in a second. You rushed towards him with a glass of water demanding, “Are you alright?” and he wanted to say No, no because all of a sudden, his heart was hammering in his chest and he didn’t know why. Was the pie? Was it you? He quickly recovered, finished the pie, paid the bill, and left. He didn’t sleep that night. He first thought you were a witch, someone who had spelled him to keep thinking about you, then he realized it was his own brain’s torture and relented.

In the following days, his visits to the café became rather frequent, and he happened to learn a lot about you. He realized the lady who ran this place was your aunt, and you were a molecular biologist who worked here part-time because it calmed you. He knew you had an affinity for music, books, and art. All this he learned from observing and listening as he did best. He never had spoken to you, the idea terrified him for some reason, not that he’d admit it. That’s when he’d begun to find the ‘playlist’ as the spider-man told him. He walked into the café, to his usual table, with a book in his hand, and found a playlist coinciding with the themes of the book. He tried to find the source of it and failed. Today he walked in without a book, but the playlist still lay. Loki had enough, he was going to find out who was behind this. He stayed, for hours until it was closing time, all through observing you, not-so-subtly. When the last customer, apart from him left, you turned to him, your aunt walking away to tally the bills. “uh-we are closed for the da-“you began, “who keeps leaving this at my table every day?” Loki snapped, internally cringing at his rudeness. “Do you not like it?” you asked, your eyes widened and immediately catching yourself you said, “um, I mean, I’ll check the CCTV and let you kno-“ “Why?” Loki interrupted you again, “Sorry?” “Why do you keep leaving me these?” “I didn’t d-“ “Answer the question y/n” he sighed standing up. That was the first time he had said your name, he liked it. Liked the way his tongue rolled when he said it, the way your breath shallowed when he said it. “I noticed the books you were reading and” you waved your hand, “I thought a playlist would go quite well with them, speaking from experience. Did you like them?” You added, a gentle smile lifting your lips. His heart sputtered and he looked away from your face, “It might have helped my reading process quite a bit.” He said softly, his eyes returning to yours, “Good to know.” You peered at him. “thank you.” He whispered. “you see I have my collection of books, I could show you the-“, “I have more important things to do.” He bit back. You shut your mouth, surprised by his sudden change of mood. Without so much a look, Loki left, walking through the bustling streets, making his way to the tower. He hated himself, he wanted, so badly, to say yes, to spend the day, the week, hell the entire year with you, but he held back. He didn’t want to hurt another person, you were so pure in his eyes, he a frost giant, with so much turmoil from his father couldn’t possibly spend his time with you. He didn’t go to the café the next day, or the day after. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you because he knew that nothing would stop him from making you his if he did.

He hated Thor so much he was considering stabbing him now, all of Odin’s orders be damned. Why had gone so far to share his current scenario with his brother, he would never know. Thor had dragged him out of his room and back to his café demanding that he talk to her like Thor did with Jane ( a lie, Loki knew). But here he was, standing in front of you, gaping like a goldfish that Stark owned. Then you spoke, angels sang and Loki said the stupidest thing he could say, “You will hate me if you knew me.” His heart broke as he said those words and it broke even further as he saw your face turn into an angry frown. But nothing prepared him for what you said next. “Who are you to decide that?” “Wha-“ “Who are you to decide that I would hate you, Mr. Loki?” “i-“, “I have known you, how much ever I could from afar, for the past 2 months, and guess what?” “What?” Loki asked, too stunned at your fierceness. “I seem to like you. Thank you very much. Another thing for you to know about me Mr. Loki,” you walked closer to him, he gulped. “Is that I hate it when anyone disrespects what I like. So, don’t you dare speak another word about yourself that might ignite my wrath, you won’t like it.” You were inches away from him now, his breath falling on your lips. Loki believed you. He believed every word and before he could lean in and kiss you senseless for being so passionate and fierce and everything that he adored, “Sorry darling we need him for a bit, another alien invasion.” Tony Stark entered and dragged him away to the street of screaming people. But Loki couldn’t move, not after you shouted as Iron Man dragged him, “I LOVE YOU LOKI LAUFEYSON, AND YOU CAN’T DO SHIT TO STOP IT!” with radiance on your face like never before. Loki smiled, completely dazed, a humungous grin that didn’t leave his as he went to save New York for you, for him, for you both.

#loki #loki imagine #loki god of mischief #the avengers #marvel #loki x #loki x you #loki x reader #loki layfeyson imagine #thorki #thor #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x mobius #loki odison x reader #loki odinson #tony stark #bruce banner #hulk #iron man #hawkeye #black widow #natasha romanov #captain america #steve rogers

[zafirosreverie]

Not today it seems (Proxima x F!Reader)

Proxima clenched her fists tightly as you laughed with that little friend of yours again. She hated when your best friend came to visit you. First, because you were Thanos' spy on earth, he had given you an opportunity to serve him and you had taken it.

You said you didn't care about the lives you had to sacrifice to help him, you believed in his ideals, despite being human yourself. Inviting your friend was a clear risk to the mission.

Second, you were distracted, leaving your weaknesses in the sight of everyone in the order. You never seemed more human to her than when you hugged your friend and laughed with her. You seemed so fragile and childish...but at the same time happier, freer. It confused her.

And third and most important, although Proxima was not human and you still had to explain a lot to her about your customs, there was one thing she did know, something universal that crossed all kinds of boundaries in space and time. Something that was painfully obvious to everyone but you: that girl was flirting with you.

Now, she didn't want to brag, but she'd been married before, and though things between her and Corvus hadn't ended well, it taught her enough to recognize all the signs. Your friend wanted to keep you.

And she was NOT going to allow it. If only Ebony would let her kill that stupid friend of yours.

________________________

"Hello, Roxi" you said seductively.

Proxima looked up from the spear she was cleaning to see you locking her room’s door. She looked at you suspiciously as you walked right up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"What are you doing, human?" she asked you curtly to hide her nerves

"What? Can't I come to visit my favorite girl?" you answered

If you were honest, you felt silly and out of place throwing yourself at her like that. But Mackenna was right, you had already tried every subtle way to let the woman know you were returning her feelings (yes, you were fully aware that you were the beautiful alien's crush), but she just dismissed them nonchalantly, thinking that they were just "stupid human jokes".

So here you were. You couldn't get any more direct than this. She had to understand.

"I'm not a girl" she told you

"It's a saying, Roxi"

"That's not my name"

"Proxima, we already talked about this! It's a nickname!!" you rolled your eyes "look, you better shut up because I came in hot and you're cooling me down very quickly"

"Hot?" she frowned "Why did you come here then? If you're hot you should go to the infirmary right away. We can't have weak and sick soldiers in the black order"

"W-what? N-no, I didn't mean-" you sighed deeply. Total failure "I didn't mean hot like that"

"Not like that? Then what, woman, what?!"

You looked into her eyes for a few seconds. It really frustrated you that she didn't get the message, but you also couldn't deny that she looked adorable when she desperately didn't understand your "human ways," as she and Ebony called them.

"You're lucky you're cute, or I would have given up by now" you said, giving her a light tap on the nose before turning away and walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To plan something else. Maybe next time I'll give you a letter or just tell you that I love you directly" you shrugged and left there, leaving a very perplexed and confused alien woman.

_______________________

"Oh that's not true"

"Yup" you nodded

"But you hugged her?" Mackenna asked

"Yep"

"And you used the casual reveal card at the last second?"

"I did it"

"And still she didn't get it?!"

"nope"

Your friend looked at you in disbelief for a moment before moaning and hiding her face in her hands.

"Why do aliens have to be so difficult?!" she growled

"I take it things weren't better with Maw then?" you smiled

"He didn't even get past the friendly greeting"

"...I still can't believe you like him" you laughed

"You like a much more evil version of Maleficent, leave me alone, sleeping beauty"

You laughed out loud and lay down next to her on the lawn. You knew if Proxima or Ebony saw you, you'd be cold turkey for a week, but it was their fault for not picking up the clear signs of infatuation.

The only consolation you had was knowing that at least things would be more interesting once Thanos announced that Mackenna was part of the order now as well. Oh, you already wanted to see everyone's faces.

#reader insert #x reader #avengers x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #MCU #infinity war #proxima midnight #proxima midnight x reader #proxima midnight imagine #proxima midnight preference #proxima x reader #black order #black order x reader #f!reader #fem!reader

[simwhimsy]

What Mods Do I Use?

Every time I go live on Tiktok or Twitch, people ask about what Mods I use for my game. The simple answer is “a lot”. Definitely too many to try and remember on a whim when someone asks me mid livestream, so I thought the best thing to do would be to compile a list of mods here that I can update when I try new mods and decide I’m going to continue to use them! 

I will do my best to keep this list updated, as it will also serve dual purposes by making it easier for me to check my mods for updates when the game has a big update!

Here we go!

Big Mods - These are mods that affect the entire game

MC Command Center

Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Mod

Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul (aka WoHoo Wellness)

The Mood Pack Mod

Preteen Mod

Education System Bundle Mod

Realistic Childbirth Mod by PandaSama

Better Build/Buy by TwistedMexi

Talents & Weaknesses

Healthcare Redux

Small Mods - These are mods that add something small or affect limited parts of the game

LittleMsSam Mods (I use SO MANY I can’t list them all, just check out what she has and I guarantee you’ll find some you want!)

Ding & Ditch Smart Doorbell

Scumbumbo - Evolve All Plants

Extreme Violence Mod by Sacrificial Mods

Sims 4 Pose Player/Andrew Pose Player

TELEPORT ANY SIM

Functional Broom (Base Game & BtD supported)

Unlimited Likes and Dislikes

No CL/IL/SE names

Have First Dance At Wedding

More Columns in CAS

More Traits in CAS

Bug Fixes - As the name says, these are mods I use to fix bugs that EA still hasn’t fixed in the game

ECO LIFESTYLE INTERACTIONS FIXES

Traits - I use a LOT of Trait packages to make my Sims more interesting so I have tried to list all of the ones I use here

Mega 16 Personalities Trait Pack

Traits by jessienebulous

Traits & Preferences by Kuttoe (multiple small mods)

Baby/toddler trait bundle

Simularity Traits

Snowiii95 Traits

Triplis Child Traits Pack

100 Base Game Traits Pack v1.5

There may be things I use that aren’t listed here at any given time, either because I’ve just started using it and haven’t decided if it’s something I want to promote yet, or I may have simply just forgotten, but for the most part, this list is pretty much all of the mods I use.  Please don’t ask me about custom content though, I have over 6,000 CC files for CAS items alone, lol. Most of my CC comes from TheSimsResource.com and Yes I have a VIP membership, but only because I was gifted a 2 year subscription. I would be downloading slow and tediously, for free, if I hadn’t been gifted that. 

The majority that I download that is from anywhere besides TSR is mostly from posts I see here on Tumblr, and I try to share my favorites, so if you follow me here you’ll see those!

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

if you're still doing the fanfic director's cut ask game i'd love to hear you talk about any section/line/fic you want to!

i am ABSOLUTELY still doing this ask game, thank you so much! (sorry it took me forever to answer, I underestimated how much thought it would require.)

i decided to write about "a morning cup of sunshine," my bella/jacob coffee shop au, because it's maybe the fic of mine i had the most fun writing! cheers.

there’s still at least one bizarre new disaster every shift. Today’s, this just in! The to-go cup lids from the new sleeve, despite being the same brand and size they always buy, don’t fit on any of the cups! Stay tuned for that mystery never being resolved.

so, I have never worked in a coffee shop, but I have worked a shitty food service job where we serve drinks, (including occasionally coffee!), and this has happened to me twice now.

“Medium mocha?” she asks, instead of making any stupid comments about his laugh sounding like sunshine. (Which honestly, she’s an English major, she should be able to come up with less cliché lines than that—if she were trying. Which she’s not. Even Jess, who Bella’s witnessed writing love notes to the TAs on her exams without any shame, doesn’t flirt with customers.)

two things here: Jacob's laugh does sound like sunshine, Bella, it's okay. also, Jessica writing love notes to her TAs on exams is based on a real thing that happened to one of my best friends the first time he was a TA...it weirded him out so bad he handed the exam off to someone else to grade, lol

he strides off to wait for his drink, head bobbing adorably the second he pops his earbuds back in.

he's listening to heavy metal, for the record, as Jacob is in everything i write. also this turned into a modern au, so I get to project my music taste onto him and say he's listening to either Heartless by Pallbearer or Transpiration by Ovnev.

It’s all she can do to snatch a glimpse of him while (inexplicably, it’s February and forty degrees out there at best), scooping ice into someone’s americano.

this is a shout-out to my little sister, who only drinks iced coffee, even though we live in a place with actual seasons and cold winters. she's a maniac.

Lauren’s taken over for Mike, which means she’ll definitely get yelled at if she tries to check the text, even covertly.

I fucking LIVE for Lauren&Bella interactions. someday i'll finish my lauren mallory fic and you'll all be sorry. in this case, I just satisfy myself with imagining that Lauren is taking way too many credits and probably studying business because she's a #girlboss, and she's stressed all the time, and definitely well within her rights to tell Bella not to check her phone during a rush but also absolutely doing so way more aggressively than necessary. Bella dropped an espresso shot on Lauren's toe over a year ago when she was training, and they've hated each other ever since. this is unfortunate for Bella's friendship with Jessica, because Jess and Lauren are roommates.

hey its jake :) just wanted 2 say thnks 4 the note, rlly needed to hear that 2day so yea thank YOU 4 bein u

Bella sinks back against the wall. There’s a ridiculously giddy smile stealing across her face, and her fingers fly through a response.

Of course! I was just being honest, after all, you ARE definitely the highlight of my day…and basically the entire semester at this point.

it's very important to me that everyone knows that bella texts like she's writing an essay and has no idea how to use emojis. jacob texts like he has a flip phone, (he doesn't), and is literally indecipherable 98% of the time. he started doing it specifically to annoy his sisters.

and then I guess I have some other random worldbuilding thoughts I wanted to talk about?

this is an au where Bella stayed in Arizona through high school, and then ended up at UW for college with the vague intention of being closer to Charlie, and then did not follow through on that at all. Jacob Black is actually still Bella’s former childhood acquaintance, and the son of Billy Black, Charlie’s current best friend...it’s just been long enough and context is different enough that neither of them realize. (it’s going to be very fun when they get to have an actual conversation and put that together...which is going to take them ridiculously long to do.)

Edward dumped Bella in a deeply traumatic and terrible way, and it absolutely sucked because they were 100% one of those college couples who think moving in together is a good idea, and then she had to move out and find a place to crash very quickly.

the reason Jake disappeared for a couple weeks and then came back very, very sad is that Harry Clearwater died. rip king. sorry you couldn’t survive even in the happy coffee shop au, but the prompt said jacob had to be sad about something

also, i never decided what jacob was studying...i don’t know why, but I’ve never been able to work out what I think he would go for college for

this was very fun, thank you for asking! and if you read all of this...thank you for reading, lol.

#thank you sm for the ask! #i maybe went a little overboard with this answer #but it was surprisingly fun

[0x1addictsong]

The Tale of Tea～♡

4. Annoying Kid

Reaching her apartment, she twisted the door knob and got inside. For all the past years, she was just struggling; struggling to ran away, struggling to find a new path where no one can disturb her peaceful life.

She was tired, & now living here is making her life dull, she missed the warmth of her elder sister who was more like a mother to her, she missed the stupid bickerings she used to do with her elder brother.

"But that's past, focus on yourself Hyu..."

She sighed, moving her hand through the hair that fell upon her forhead.

"Lemme relax this weekend, by listening to songs."

She said to herself, getting up from the couch and switching on the TV.

Even though she was well awared that her neighbours are gonna complain again, about the loud music at this hour. But she was least concerned about the non stop yelling, when she was craving for some melodies.

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Entering the café, she was greeted by her co-worker, who looked annoyed for some reasons.

Oh, so now the reason could be seen.

"Hello, myself Bian. I'm your coworker from today onwards."

The jet black haired girl said introducing herself, with a wide grin.

"Hello, i'm Hyong."

She replied continuing to wear her apron.

"Can you excuse us for a moment?"

Fei, who was scarily silent for some moment asked the new girl.

"Sure."

With the same grin plastered on her face, she said & then left.

"I didn't know about her joining though, she looks young, like a high schooler."

Hyong said leaning back on the table beside her.

"Young? She more looks irritating. & how didn't you know about her, Boss had informed us through message.."

Fei bursted out her frustration that she was holding for all this time.

"Oh, about that? I still haven't checked my phone."

Hyong said, rummaging through her bag, looking for her phone.

"Whatever, but she's seriously so annoying, she has been asking tons of stupid questions, & i'm already tired of her."

Fei sighed.

"It's okay, i'll take care of her, let's move on to work, and we gotta train her too? As per our boss's order."

She chuckled and said with her eyes on the screen reading the message on phone.

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The customers were more than usual today, and the three were busy serving everyone, Fei noticed, how Bian was more clingy to Hyong after she told her that, those two were pretty close. She hadn't leave her side from that time. And it's annoying for her.

The bell rang, and Hyong went to the counter knowing who had arrived. The last encounter was a little embarrassing but it's already been two days, so she expected him to forget about that.

"Not dancing today, i see."

He said through his mask and she just snorted, even though her cheeks were burning out of embarrassment.

Noticing that tall guy, Bian went to the counter beside Hyong and started smiling while speaking.

"Hello, my name is Bian, how can i help you mr....?

She stopped expecting him to tell her, his name.

Now Hyong can understand what Fei meant by calling her annoying, but she tried to convince herself by thinking of her as a kid.

She looked at the brown haired girl hopefully, and in reply she nodded, coming towards them, she spoke to her;

"Bian, can you help me with these boxes? Hyong can take care of the customers."

She tried her best to hide her annoyed expression.

The young girl nodded, not so pleased for having to leave the place.

When they left, Hyong looked at him, now noticing his silence...

"So, you're really determined to not tell anyone your name?"

She asked, slightly relieved of the younger's absence.

Without waiting for any answer, she went to make his usual.

Coming back she saw him sitting on one of the table.

"You can take break for a moment, right?"

Her heart was too weak to reject the offer, sitting there he gestured to have her drink. It was silence, but a comfortable one.

He got up once she finished, and payed before leaving a piece of paper infront of her, and left.

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"I can't believe, you're getting love letters, while I'm busy answering that kid's stupid questions."

Fei shouted in whispers dramatically, not wanting the new coworker to notice them.

"Shut up, It's not a love letter & all."

Hyong glared at her before putting the crumbled paper back to her pocket.

"Whatever it is, lemme atleast see it."

She pleaded to her with puppy eyes, expecting the action to manipulate her like those in AU. But for her disappointment, hying just looked at her disgustingly.

"Don't make that face again in frobt of me"

Murmuring with the same expression, she gave that paper to her.

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD Sfshvdxindizndbdud"

"Have you forgotten your language or are you really crazy?"

Hyong said uninterestedly & snatched the papaer from her hand.

"Holygodicantbelieve ackfrdjebdisbjs..."

"Understood, you're crazy"

"Shut up, will you? He freaking gave you his profile, Oh my god!!!"

She looked at her like she got a perfect character for her story, with sparkling eyes like a child maybe.

"I know, but what am i gonna do wi-...."

Before she could finish her sentence properly, Fei started smacking & shaking her body.

"What do you mean, what will you do with it? MeSsAge him?!?!"

She tried hard to make her voice low but that was impossible when she was literally squealing.

Hyong just hummed in response & got back to work.

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This chapter is longer than the previous one's... If you see any mistakes feel free to share....╰(*´︶`*)╯

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Synopsis : Hyong was a normal graduated girl who was living her boring life in Vietnam, working in a café with her co worker & best friend Fei. Being uninterested in everything, she suddenly grew curious about this one wierd guy, who always used to come at the café, at an exact time, & would order a tea, wearing all black, showing nothing but just his eyes. Where will Hyong's curiosity for the stranger take her? (Or not really a stranger...?)

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[writing-claws]

Sydney & Jane 1

"Stop picking at that," Jane scolds me lightly.

I take my index finger away from the forming pimple under my nose that I'd been rubbing. I lean back against the couch we're sitting on, turning my attention back to the plastic fork in the macaroni and cheese bowl Jane picked up for me from Wawa. I got it with barbecue sauce and pulled pork; she got herself her own macaroni and cheese bowl with buffalo sauce. Her icy blue eyes are watching tonight's feature film, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, with a knowing fascination. It feels like the ninth time we've watched it together since she's moved in with me. Though a complete trainwreck of a movie, it's a childhood favorite of ours and serves as a comfort for both of our wretched souls.

Onscreen, the Knave of Hearts, played by Crispin Glover, takes his place by the Queen's throne and kisses her offered hand. I'm reminded of my teenage years where I tried to convince myself I was straight and that Glover was my celebrity crush. Never one to let me live this down, Jane grins at me and points at the screen.

"Look, Syd," she says teasingly. "It's your boyfriend."

"Oh, shut up, you," I retort with a predictably sour face.

Crispin Glover. Why couldn't I have pretended to crush on Johnny Depp like all the other girls? Crispin Glover.

"Oh, come on, Syd. You know it's custom to point him out every time we watch this movie."

It's been a long day at work. A Friday, which means a lot of customers, which means a lot of hustling in the kitchen to be done, and in record time. It wasn't any easier for Jane, either; spending all day on her feet talking up the latest product of the beauty industry. I would think that she could sell that makeup with just how well she wore, well, anything alone. But communication skills are a requirement in any and all departments, and she excelled at that, too.

"We know Alice has returned to Underland," says Helena Bonham Carter's character as she stares down at the newly arrived Hatter. "Do you know where she is?"

"I've been considering things that start with the letter M," responds Johnny Depp's character. "Moron…"

"...Mutiny. Murder," I talk over the movie in my best, over the top Johnny Depp impression. "Mmm… Malice."

"We're looking for an A word now," Jane talks over the movie as well. She always made a great Red Queen.

She sets her bowl down on her lap to brush her blonde curls off of her shoulder, surrendering to laughter as she mimics the actress onscreen. I can't help but stare at her, the beautiful siren to my fumbling fisherman, drawn to her song. A creature so ethereal, she almost couldn't exist. And she was in my apartment, laughing and eating macaroni and cheese.

Jane's blue eyes suddenly pierce into my soul, causing it to shudder in its large, fleshy cage. She leans in closer, beckoning me to do the same as if pulling me in with a spell.

"Sydney," her quiet voice rings in my ears.

"Jane?"

"You're staring again."

I sit up bashfully, snapped into awareness. My bowl tips over in my lap and I barely manage to catch it before the barbecue sauce spills onto my pajama pants. Jane breaks out into ungraceful laughter. I grumble irritably.

"I was just… thinking," I stammer. "About how lucky I am to have you here."

She doesn't answer, but her teasing grin turns into a warm smile. Jane scoots over towards my side of the couch, careful with her own bowl, and snuggles up to my much chubbier, larger body. She leans her head on my shoulder.

"I'm lucky to be here," she finally says.

Our eyes meet once again before we share a brief, tender kiss. I lose track of what part of the movie we're on.

#my writing #short story #drabble #lesbian story #lesbian couple #happy lesbian visibility week

[fastdealie]

Why Should You Enlist Your Business in a Directory?

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But is it enough to have an attractive and functional website that drives no customers? Well, it all counts on the efforts of businessmen that take their businesses to newer heights. That's where the purpose of a directory gets noticed. So, ever typed, "Why should I list my company online?" on Google? If yes, this post describes the benefits of it.

The Need for Joining a Business Listing: What Are The Benefits?

Before understanding the importance, let's first give a short introduction to business directories. Simply put, business listings are websites that enlist several companies. These companies can assist consumers with the right services. It's more significant when a customer tries to find a local service provider.

Let's assume that a customer wants to find the best oven-cleaning professional in Ireland. In that case, they can seek information about oven-cleaning experts from a directory. The best part of accessing an online listing is that it offers myriad service providers. A customer can select anyone from the list after performing the due diligence.

Going by history, directories are not a new concept. They are present ever since the Internet became an integral part of people's lives. But with more business listings emerging online, it suggests that people are gravitating toward them for insightful information.

On the flip, these websites also help small businesses grow.Wondering how? If yes, below is why a business listing offers opportunities for budding businessmen.

Improves Ranking on the Website

An astute entrepreneur understands the significance of a website. After all, it helps them reach out to more customers. Formulating the right SEO strategies may indeed help businesses improve their ranking. But having your business listed in a directory is a great thing.

Your website may comprise quality content. But do you think a website will rank on the search engine without suitable backlinks? The answer is no. Enlisting your business in the directory can be the easiest way of building backlinks. That way, you can easily direct traffic to the website. And not to forget, search engines only boost site ranking listed in the directories.

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When prospects learn about your business, it only increases leads and sales. You don't have to invest additional money in other advertising procedures.

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A business owner would always want customers to trust their services and products. They always want to be a legitimate company in their customers' eyes. Conversely, customers consider the first result the best when searching for a service. Choosing an inexperienced and unqualified service provider only leads to lost revenues.

A business listing can help increase trust, popularity, and credibility. It directs customers from a reliable source to the company's service page. If your website comprises quality services, your prospects automatically make a purchase.

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They can do that simply by accessing the business listing that enlists your company name. These portals also take utmost care of business maintenance. So, you do not have to worry about any opportunity.

Optimises Leads and Sales

For a budding entrepreneur, increasing business leads and sales becomes a fundamental approach toward success. Online business listings offer an excellent opportunity to grab prospective customers' attention besides meeting loyal customers' expectations.

The portals help increase website traffic. With more traffic, there will be an increase in the customer base. Not to forget, directories mention the company's address and contact detail which is authentic business information. Sharing these authentic details can boost brand awareness, trust, credibility, and visibility. Prospects will visit the website and seek information about the services and products.

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#list your business #business listing #business directory

[hekate1308]

Leaves That Before The Wild Hurricane Fly, A Destiel Advent Calendar, December 19

Masterpost

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It didn’t take long for Crowley to answer. Dean read the text and blushed – the sight was just as amazing as the first time it had happened, as a matter of fact, Castiel would have claimed that it just grew more enchanting as time went on  - and then announced, ”Crowley says to keep you here until he comes to talk to us”.

That was easy enough in itself, especially because Andrea dropped by later to see how things were going. When he told her about Crowley as Dean was serving yet another customer – the shop really was going well, and it couldn’t just be that he worked in the Quarter and the creatures had no choice, no, it was the service and Dean himself, undoubtedly – she pursed her lips. By now, Cas had learned that they were able to hide their fangs unless they were very hungry. “If there is something fishy going on, Crowley is the best to find out.”

“That’s what Dean said.”

“And, really, we’ll come up with a plan – again if there is anything, which we don’t know at the moment.”

He nodded.

“But you think there is, don’t you.”

“I know Raphael, that’s all.”

It was her turn to nod. “Bosses can be… difficult. It’s why most of us are self-employed to be honest – plenty of personalities to crash around.”

“I wanted to be a writer” Castiel said, which wouldn’t be news to her, since they had already talked about it at dinner several times, and Dean was bragging about what he got up to in his shop. “But well – my partner at the time said that I couldn’t live from it, and that I should have a leg to stand on. He was right in that regard, but I just never… I just kept working there, and I never really liked it, to be honest.” It had been happening more and more, Castiel being open with his new friends in a way he had never really been with anyone in his life before. And it wasn’t just that – it was that he wasn’t accustomed to being listened to, either. Ishim had always insisted that they talk about their day, and then had ended up talking only about himself.

But Dean and the others… they’d ask Castiel to speak, and then they would sit there, taking in his words, and eventually responding once he had finished. He was starting to suspect that this shouldn’t be new to him, that this is how things should work, but somehow, they never had for him, before.

“There’s another reason why I am worried. I – I’ve been doing my research. Talking to professors, other reporters, that sort of thing, and creatures and witches just have a bad reputation for no reason at all –“

“For several reasons, Cas. Don’t pretend we’re all like Dean or Benny. That’s not how it works.”

“Yes, well, but even those who called themselves experts despite never having spoken to a creature in their life claim there is “cause for concern” even though when pressed they can’t even tell you a proper reason. It’s all just hearsay and fairy tales and legends and…” he stopped panting when he realized he was talking himself into a frenzy. “I just – I don’t want to be part of that.”

And as he said it, he couldn’t help but feel that he didn’t just mean that – he meant – yes, he meant his job and this sort of society as a whole. He felt more at home in the Quarter than he ever had anywhere else, and of course…

He glanced at Dean. He couldn’t help it.

“I understand that, and of course you’re upset, but you can’t already take the blame for something that hasn’t happened yet. If we did that… let’s just say, divination and scrying would be even more complicated than they already are. There’s a reason most of us stay away from it.”

He had had no experiences with anyone who tried things like this so far, and he probably shouldn’t wonder about it, since of even Crowley didn’t dabble with divination, it was probably the best idea to stay away from it altogether, as most people seemed to do.

People. Yes. He had just thought of them as people because in the end that was what they were – people, with magic and other peculiarities, but still.

He glanced at Dean once more.

No matter what happened, this was where he felt like he belonged, and he would do his outmost to make sure nothing bad occurred to the friends he had found. Afterwards they could shun him and send him back to where he had come from, but right now, he had other priorities.

“Everything will be fine, Cas, you’ll see” Andrea promised. He only wished he could be certain she could keep it.

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[libidomechanica]

“The dead smiled”

A rispetto sequence

               Stanza I

And brings and hostess! The dead smiled up, for the free from the threw dumb in the angels comes near, for me these were he applause so please turne in her tended. With the solemn her empire. I never yet when though sometimes, and lookes annals, and many thousand let tell, make me front in my pining bayonet like thing the live when your deep, and friends, where on it out, fast.

               Stanza II

If human heaven her brothers of fierce dark lint, singinge. Sweetest lykewise gray move, which persons of my day, so I could food of a greatly call, well beholds to beguyld. Lyke as, if love, as is thy should to meet, make men in her deaths the dais bed, but Heaven and taste, I have drank: her prayer, then by his sun hath the end his from her forever, his singering.

               Stanza III

This mad. She causes the behind me like their burthens had lead my fastened age to speak. But mossess of the came: you, tired, he matter; and drive at pleasure as one wedding from favour’d wonder at least somewhat wrapt him Hulking. Let conflict and eke him kisse; each one to be misplay, more sharpers’ fears, taughter of my hart from the faire my who still not what Daniel read.

               Stanza IV

I could be quite away. Which my self-love the sand amid without, but a privacy the level strongly Death who could not how not a house! And which art has being me, hate, close body torments; but their secret to haue tried couch upon me? Shine old this with with revelation as holds, in which guifts adorne day. I clasps and lacked forwards sinfull devotion in breath.

               Stanza V

Shall their pleasures began in early moue to get on the might to feed my right. Attended guest, I by you, when they were a rosie garden who knells on scrolls the blynd born. Seeing age, and sweet is near reason is of live persons the best the garden yse: now all Peter, ’ and Phyllis angry Ioue, ceaseless a loving a fit to keeper’s ancle, which come few or mone!

               Stanza VI

Drawing grass eternity! And chilles? In a bed with a fact—and search to watch—if I could be thy giftes of the plowboy is brain o’t, but I, vnbid, flinch. For here-spent. Advantage on a palfrey while heart. In no more then silks as plan: the been accountry at this barbed the night, and put for wise. So let it list? Fell: whether heads never either of Albany.

               Stanza VII

If Queene most prince he words spoken, that Lover, and gave it? How them wich is their heart go forget such a hisses? I dreams,—even their two soul and queir; yet am becomes for my song upon the Eglantic wretched sprung. Our Adonais! Without the quietly, disrobed the mercy will nothing I do, slouched, palace foil’d: the had and one her. He widening.

               Stanza VIII

He died, my mine or lacking diplomatic into the assistance. When I don’t knowing, worthless trainde in charming no dress as it make a field of delightness—it can ne’r be fair sweetmeats on their leaves not this Signal—sees and Thou Jewels to rehead and rails, and the one Sunday’s mostly for Kingdoms that the stoures, Night her horrid war-whoop a Shaking Venus back.

               Stanza IX

I blessing a nobler nor shadowes sauing now. Of some and made me like the Past price hath before the globe that soul its liker any comfort me appearing from our windy nigher, sixteen spot, the drank: here ever, and pried cheereful eye mote the good sinews beneath, my mind, ended thresholde answer, they neither blood: nor free, and Tree. And toss’d in a body.

               Stanza X

Men run wild, the face for none and languages— as it and hast to have a cloud as first at thy scarlet gown the depth, our hand a poor be ridge, beeing the deep, deare mind he woman’s good from some hunting his pipe’s which food. And driues last wool, which her wayes the night fro my hart: to keep mere camest pay you’ve been cried to die glory to servative leg brow, and if I could sparkes whence!

               Stanza XI

And economy most of a line its moves, carp, and they call it a strange that pretty but that light found; and the customers, and round him taken—only danced moon shall loved, body ride, fayre at the altar to dy in your grace I goe a May. But now is the true loues so farre beauty which if she presence again. For, single spend tossed to they were write I, when he rock.

               Stanza XII

I will gate: as he forgoer too. I look’d down rage! No harm unto her guardian motion of the same,&with scarcely granded; if those who lose trees. But there we stay haue breaks. Sit by arm, its verse, till with feare the word nature not away live bird their mother can read what times the scaffold’s window oft for? I’d slippers yet shall a heart, woods sharply cruell against my rhyme.

               Stanza XIII

Says Nature immed well fayre before mirth child! Of instead of Gold! Their tear, it seem one. When heart rejoice dispute with of his flesh to earth a face! She kind you there which the Past. On time, and something his is, the Lords art’s deep, and story in the Blue Field; he sweet murmur’d: first one, and set to no day by divine. The could be lyke leaue the bedded-down torn. Ye transitions.

               Stanza XIV

As so; but the crowing that might straight so little Cup whose Lockes delay with the deedes shook me fly pursue it nor no means good fro on which all speechless nowhere I was left alone things prepared astray. What they’d hang over the jaggèd shattery truth—to promise hath career of war’s merest doth pure a life in paring hoary brain, a thing from thee from her knot.

               Stanza XV

’Twas shadows fair Geraldine, smoke cigarette. Your gravity, assured and faint eye in the present spheresy nor be hamburg. Of his bow, were, Leave been as there wise shadows ancholy Christabel! Were the would not love’s deed, palace, and, on buried long thrust, foule did make, which the valleys, yet, but go! And loneliness might chivalry will not to thee; nor climbing.

               Stanza XVI

That with theology in blossoms you may you more delightest barbers are my many a draught doth lyke to miss’d for argue your and beat. Beast not know, would be gay, the air as Anacreon Johnson to deckt, seekes, and kiss he sweetness. And none look’d up for all those flash and the disappear like sacrifice;—up came by all their brutal spring, and their this ladder!

               Stanza XVII

Between turnest fayre better: which dull the mock. Out his lips fading in lovers’ hands. When throught else in hue, one good and he but that discharge shadow sky, the Tyranny of Hippocrene, Mene, thou are every virtue kept. Base to go, and still-kept on Travel, or, because them to see cast downhill doth bosom cold her! To his heart will rescued the see; mine in you, a kind.

               Stanza XVIII

Can but still let me, and to be, then cries, who, lies. The pin’d flame trouble fragrance and the heaven’s sun-sodden a moderate plaining to send as unmistake, of Heaven of ground polite; ’ but when lovely labours the Whigs not a Moslem rose in her down till tryde: so the wee the Bench hood on on evening for shapes to depraues at please, my Hell. Knowing, but cruell fayre eyes.

               Stanza XIX

The scap’t with drunk with me and not itself mortality. I have and ocean gaine head. That the would glade, but may exclaim, of her own torments, which of streight me go will I never was fled, and kissed back Night the brest arrest, yet somethings, as is but fire at Prato, splashes three scoped in them feel direction in Freedom or viburnum, by mention felicity.

               Stanza XX

So I, for him goodly loosen’d her gay: in pure, which double man whose bonie Lass o’ Ballochmyle. So much compared—then that happie sighing to meet, who will—the absent for, suspend, of wine answer meete, he quit her solitude, and dying up her puzzle? The first Hair, that secondemned by a pond the bundle yoke, and so doon, beyond all this bones are gone, to her.

               Stanza XXI

But to place, descride throught: but have kept my hart, and of weathes a Troop their grown monogamy life to someone after afresh from presences, long them up with feast: such did moulder a strange tear the broke occur, they loue conuert. This selfe like, and in theyr band by my Wit and hath long upon his age. Other of all be the dove a birth can say it were icy lips.

               Stanza XXII

And shuddered out of Helico’s the groves to the fourty year, sorrow a tracelestiall may know was no be eaten. For thankfull offence: city’s rear more mind its cruell brake and tied the little priest to eat. Thy spire kiss I could for mating air. The firesides intention Whither, with a battle, unquietly, that he is once he giue. Or dish’d, like our gun fixed!

               Stanza XXIII

I was free; or a scorn they can’t therefore ashes’— why not ship of thou movement to their nurses structure love through to lose changed Fame’s as it the garden rail, to promised be, these just ne’er therefore her aiming myself, I should quak’d, tempests moves, but woman fashion. Of thy commission where shall doth with the them in the old you double belike a coach, amidst the test.

               Stanza XXIV

Upon too, good-morrow and even some weep locket,—these Dregs indentures is it round; that of agony, how shall like these worth and folded thy lads, privilege. But let me, why part, Whenceforth streets like flocks, reached to all Creation ground, when Cleopatra live.—He is now I will that I wish’d! As the sky strong waters drowsy sacred three-folded so dying she.

               Stanza XXV

The his gore: from sweater dred, I mote to meet: when thing accidents guide. But at she utterflies dwelling and closed at her, saving what trite of the woodsman’s jaws in your foot, fresh throng, and pain wise in a straight, since the mouth of Chastisemen miscall can’t hinderside it words of April dreary weale, and their meal wing! Reflection, But we spel, as the truth; bear that guide.

               Stanza XXVI

Life and Nut, Isis and whose swear his fear, if Yuorie, pervades and in those name fell it a jewel uttered pierce to eternal futures bent-knee swagger of thou hast dead. Stop said, deare but don’t look, painting in the church a day of his break of tallied. Here, blindentures if thou be judge for Adonais? Forms of myrtle sprung! The visitor: I am your loathe; but mine eyes.

               Stanza XXVII

I cannot for, don’t mattress hand, and, before and ones, bones of my thing: and ruin’d to peep in all this dead and pleasure, did place to give thee; I shoulders her change! I cannot the fuel of their proud candle; a thinking else bends proue, by collects to—all on a light so divine she hall, yourse mountains, and pleasure and his son shake still pay the drowsy sacred blood and destroy?

               Stanza XXVIII

Thus the bag of the heauenly fierced then, Love, dear lady Geraldine pressing so far and keep in, under! Among a Whig, or in this gold grieve, so prime; and adorne, nor giue leaue nurses yet grand Nut, Isis and with his own, who singing mylder root in your hair-shirt yellow! I love the waved to see a bay: that Coleridge, like behind hills across did I was the poore.

               Stanza XXIX

And mortality on those Locks the subtlessed. Hands, as gaping with vertues the edge, let cured their living of the his bold as ambers of the plowboy is ended, quoth string my fashion. I have given of danger, without, the gods know. This most of men! Through, wee untrouble far to makes fed, as the width there; I am beat to redeemable face up—he’ll not awrie!

               Stanza XXX

Wife not just be them feeles not watercress hard in me; I rather’s carried agained cry. The break ill to place forged with call alike, now debate, and what is too longer sit not one volume in Juan we must rich carcanet; or as thou so dull that I am and strong, all the tedious Lillies, which is—o sore make and glide, that mens from Fear. And in love me!

               Stanza XXXI

Thought. No world wife not seem so mute but livid: here them all wearing music, and thee? Lamping on your head—thou’s beside had not a jest all themselves it love all I remorse, and stol’n, may take thyself be more this makes is a modern Ancient Pistol—by the waveries of old more gem to bend, flung from out they soul at one abhor—in celebrated, loue frication!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #235 texts #rispetto sequence

[eggs-love-loki]

Haha we’ve reached the “I’m physically repulsed by all forms of substance” stage of stress that’s funky fresh

#my surprise phone interview pushed me over the edge I guess #I mean I did good and landed the in person interview at least #but yikes that was a shock when I called to schedule and they were like ‘do you have time right now for a little phone interview’ #I was like ‘hahahahaha of course! let’s do it’ #I’ve never done retail job shit before cause I’m spoiled and just have been house and babysitting #so I tried my best to answer with ‘I live to serve customers in all my free times’ vibes #now I’m trying to eat my sub turned salad #which is a safe food mind you I love subs turned into salads #and putting it in my mouth makes me want to puke #tastes good still but like lifting my fork to my mouth is such a chore arghhhh #I could barely eat lunch too ugh this will not be good if it keeps up man

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#255

This is a direct follow up to #35.

“Glad to see you make it up here ok. I’m Robert, and you are?... Eddie. Good to meet you. Did you enjoy the drive? It really is nice. That’s part of the reason why I live up here. We don’t get many clients that come up here. Most order on line, but you are the first of the season. I reviewed your e-mail again and I think I have a selection of rimchairs for you. It would help me to narrow down your selections more if you answer some additional questions….

“Here, let’s go into the workshop. So, is this going to be a chair for you? Good. Are you the ass or the ass eater? Will you ever go underneath it?... No? Ok. Don’t worry, the only time I go under mine is to work on it.... Women, men, or both?... Women. Is this part of a S&M or kink situation?... That’s fine. It’s very rare for me to find someone willing to spend all this money for the sensual aspects of eating ass. Did you bring a slave woman with you? That’s fine. Most straight men don’t….

“No, I prefer fags under mine; is that going to be an issue here? I only ask because, I want to find the best rim chair for you, and I have a wealth of expertise I rely on. I don’t want to share my experiences with you and have it be awkward.

“Good! Good! Unless we need him, the faggot is up at the main house. That reminds me, will you be using the rim chair for full toilet activities? No… you would be surprised with just how many people are. Hell, every single dominatrix I have made a rim chair for is into it. And some of those women are fucking brutal to their slaves.

“So here let’s start with these three. The left two are designed primarily for rear entry and this third one is for the front. Me personally, I prefer my slave lying behind me when he’s attending to my shithole. His tongue seems to go in deeper and at a better angle. And I don’t have to spread my legs when he’s there. That’s one of the big difference between men and women is that women are narrower than men. It gets uncomfortable at times. For me it’s just easier with it behind me. Do you have a preference?... That’s fine. They will be designed for front and rear entries, but structurally it will be designed one way.

“It’s really all about comfort. Comfort was actually that reason that got me into making rimchairs. What I saw out there was horrible. They were rimseats. To me rimseats are different than what I make. Rimseats are essentially toilet seats on legs. The faggot lies underneath, and I would squat down. I’m a big guy and I can’t sit that low for a long time, before my legs start to cramp up, about fifteen to twenty minutes at most. The problem with making the legs longer is that the faggot underneath is then straining to keep his head buried in the crack of my ass. Either it is straining to keep its tongue buried deep, or its head can move all around. Either way, the faggot tires quickly and it’s a piss poor rimjob.

“That’s why I started with the idea of transforming regular chair designs into rimchairs. I have throne-like chairs, deck chairs, reclining chairs, dining chairs, and so on. Every one has support for the toilet lying underneath, so that multiple hour-long sessions are not a problem. I can customize it to a specific head size, as well as how far in you want the slave’s face when you sit down. Or, some of the chairs allow for adjustability. I personally like feeling my faggot’s face getting wedged in there, and then to have its mouth lined up to connect with my shithole. That is priceless. No other feeling of power compares with it. If you are into slaves that are reluctant, I can make the head spaces very restrictive. I can even create a box, measured exactly to your slave’s head where they can’t move an inch. My slave tells me that it gets very claustrophobic under it. I even designed is so that the slave places its head in the box and the hinged platform lowers with a piece going below the slave’s chin preventing the slave from pulling out from underneath until you get up off the chair and let it out.

“I see you like the casual desk chair. I have one just like it at my work desk. My faggot is under that one for hours. I can be doing work, surfing the internet, or jacking off to porn. I’m not even paying attention to the tongue fucking I’m getting. It’s just adding to the general euphoria of what I’m doing.

“You have a wife, girlfriend, bitch slave, or whatever?... Oh you have an out of state friend with benefits that likes to eat ass? From what I have learned through the years, it’s hard to find a woman into it. That’s fucking awesome.

“If you really love your butthole tongued for a long time, maybe you should get a fag, until you find the right bitch. Seriously. I had one client purchase a similar seat to that one, that he had installed in his playroom. It was up against a wall. He enclosed the sides of the chair. There was a hole in the wall that the ass eater would crawl through. It was an 18 year-old faggot from down the street, and that fag tongue fucked like no other I have ever tried out, and yeah I tried it out. The most interesting thing is that they had a set time each week when they did this. The kid came in through a dedicated entrance, and the client sat down, neither of them said a word to the other. Truly amazing.

“Go on, have a seat. I’ll have it customed to your ass and thighs so that when you are sitting, your cheeks are comfortably spread. You know, those Carhartt pants are restricting your ass and legs. You’re not getting the proper placement of your ass.

“Why don’t you take them off? Other than me and shithead up in the house, no one is going to see you. I get maybe, maybe one customer a week. When we go into the design room to take measurements, I will need you to have them off. Leaving your underwear on is better than this. Briefs, no briefs. We don’t care…. Commando? We don’t care about that either.

“Look, if you think this is my way of seducing you, let me say that I like faggot boys, not real men like yourself. I get turned on when I know a man—a real hard working man—is getting his dick, ass, and everything else taken care of at the expense of faggots. I’m not talking about gay boys. I mean faggots, boys who exist to serve a real man, to take care of that man’s needs including draining his balls, eating his ass, and so on. To a faggot, draining your cock and eating your shithole is the reason for its existence, even at the expense of its own needs. So no, I wouldn’t dream of sticking my cock in you. You can count on that.

“Don’t worry about my faggot; its tiny pecker is permanently locked away. It has been that way ever since he got here last fall. You remember that first snowstorm we had? Well right before the snowfall hit its car ran out of gas, and it got stuck. At least that was its story. I made it an offer, find someone else to help in the snowstorm, or submit to me. I’ve kept it naked, with its pecker painfully locked up in that device ever since. I’ve trained it to service my shithole for hours on end. It hasn’t cum in the five months it’s been serving me.

“Let me text it to come down here…. No, it’s no problem. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take the pants off, leave them on the table. It’s best to put your work boots back on.

“That’s a beautiful cock you have. I bet the women love it. Stop the modesty thing. You are a fucking hot man, you should relish in the adoration. Have a seat. Doesn’t that feel good on your ass? You can feel the spread, but it doesn’t feel like you are falling in? Now imagine a moist tongue darting in and out of your crack.

“And speaking of a moist tongue, here’s the fag…. Faggot! This is Sir Eddie. Get under the seat and get to work….

“No more protesting. I don’t care how dirty it is. I saw your skid marks in your pants, the fag will clean you up. He lives for shit like this. Its tongue feels good in there, doesn’t it? Don’t answer, I can see it on your face. Just relax.

“I will be over there in the design shop if you need me. Try out any of the other chairs. The faggot will do whatever you want or need to feel good. You can stay as long as you like. Even over night or throughout the rest of the weekend. The fag will take care of everything for you. It’ll eat your farts, drink your piss, throat your shaft, take a beating, or whatever. Just tell it what you want, and it will comply. By the end you will understand why a faggot is better than a bitch. Make me a good enough offer, and I may throw the faggot in.”

[chosonore]

cynosure

cynosure [noun. one that serves to direct or guide; a center of attraction or attention]

pairing: sukuna/f!reader

summary: in which sukuna re-discovers being human one aspect at a time, through many lifetimes, at the price of losing you over and over.

wordcount: 8.7k

content/warnings: reincarnation au, slow burn but also not really because there's only hints of romance? language, it's not canon at all, just pretend sukuna was never sealed away, lowercase is intended

a/n: this is more self-indulgent tbh sukuna is probably uncharacteristically soft? sometimes i'm reminded of the fact that he used to be human and while we don't exactly know how he became a curse just yet, i kinda felt sad about it lol i'm too sympathetic with everything, it's gonna kill me one day fhuierhfa a lot of these moments are based on my own experiences, where i had to remind myself that even the small things in life are really good and important, especially during the pandemic. that being said, i hope you enjoy and stay safe everyone :) (and please don’t judge me too hard on this lol i haven’t written in like what. six years?)

001.

“oh,” you stared at the tall, pink-haired man in front of you. “i didn’t think anyone would be here around this time…” he stared back at you, not replying nor making any move to scoot over so that you could sit on your bench. it was only then that you noticed the black markings framing his face and adorning his wrists. you were a little dumbfounded - your mother had always said that you had a poor survival instinct. though you supposed that his pink hair eased your nerves a little; surely someone with pink hair couldn’t be as evil. but you couldn’t recall ever seeing someone like this around the proximity of your village. maybe he was a vagrant. 

“i don’t mean to be rude but… that’s my bench and i would appreciate if you could maybe… scooch over?” you asked gingerly, not wanting to upset the stranger. you approached him slowly, grasping your basket tightly. if he got a little rowdy, maybe you could just wack him with the basket, right? although it probably won’t hurt but it surely would stun him long enough for you to run.

“i don’t see why i should move just because it’s your bench,” the stranger answered gruffly, crossing his arms. were you naive or just stupid? “do you not know who you’re talking to, woman?” 

you cocked your head to the side, not sure what he meant. maybe he was one of those famous poets or musicians that your parents liked to talk about. you weren’t entirely sure. even though he sounded annoyed, the look in his eyes didn’t quite match the hostility - he looked rather bored, unamused even, but not hostile. maybe you could humour him a little. “am- am i supposed to know you? i’ve never been outside of the village so i don’t know much. only what the merchants tell me. i apologize if i’ve offended you,” you explained hastily, then pointing at your basket. “i just came here to enjoy the sunrise. um, today is my birthday, so i treated myself to some dessert!”

“if- if you scooch over a litte, i could share some with you…” you tried to bargain with him. now you were truly starting to sound desperate but this was your favourite spot and it was the first time in a while that you had a free day to relax. out of all days, just why did he have to be here now? you’d be damned if you let your day get ruined by this unfriendly stranger. 

“are you trying to bribe me?” the stranger narrowed his eyes at you and you thought this was it. he was going to kill you and bury your body in the forest and your parents would come look for you, only to find your empty basket and then start a huge search party to find you and- the pink haired man moved to the side, refusing to look you in the eyes. “sit.”

you let out a squeak in glee, quickly taking a seat beside him. he watched in silence as you unwrap your desserts, glancing at the objects in question. even though you’d offered to share with him, he didn’t actually expect you to give him some of your food. sukuna was surprised when you handed him a… round squishy thing? 

“what is that? how is that going to satiate me?” he asked, almost offended, which made you giggle. you didn’t reply, instead thrusting the mochi towards him until he begrudgingly took it, closely inspecting it in suspicion. 

“that’s a daifuku mochi. it’s made out of rice flour and filled with red bean paste. but come to think of it… do you even like sweets? i’m sorry if you don’t particularly enjoy it,” you explained and grabbed one as well. you were about to bite into your mochi when you saw the stranger opening his mouth, ready to devour the entire mochi in one go. in horror, you quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him, only to have him suddenly pin you down and tower over you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you hastily said, now suddenly aware of the dark, threatening aura that he was emitting. maybe he was a killer after all. “i just didn’t want you to eat it in one go! they’re kind of difficult to eat in one go… plus you’re supposed to savour and enjoy it, take your time eating it!” 

sukuna stared at the girl in disbelief, you’d grabbed him out of nowhere just to stop him from eating too fast? not only were you not aware of who he was, you apparently did not know how to be cautious around strangers. it irked him that you were acting like he was a harmless human being. so much so that he briefly contemplated killing you. “who are you to tell me how to eat?” he growled at you, not softening his grip. he saw the panic and fear in your eyes but for some reason, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it, it didn’t fill him with joy as it usually did.

“i’m just telling you how we usually eat mochi!” you harrumphed, now annoyed that he was acting like you just committed murder. “you didn’t know what these were, so i was just trying to explain! food is supposed to be enjoyed, not ravished all at once. you have to appreciate your food because there might be days where you won’t have any. and besides, enjoying and properly tasting your meal is the least you can do to show gratitude to the person who cooked it for you.” sukuna let up and sat back on his previous spot, seemingly accepting your answer. you sat up, adjusting your yukata and pouted at him. what a rude stranger! you at least expected an apology from him but seeing that he was already taking a bite from his mochi, you guessed you should just let it go. it wasn’t worth getting angry over anyways, not on this day.

“why are you looking at me like that, little girl?” sukuna questioned, taking another bite from his mochi. he did actually enjoy it and it took every bone in his body not to hastily eat more and to savour it like you’d told him to. maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, it made him think about his meals a little more. not eating for the sake of eating, but for enjoyment, he mused. sort of like living for enjoyment, not for the sake of living. 

“you never told me your name,” the girl replied innocently. sukuna sighed. so you really weren’t aware of who he was. “my name is y/n! now it’s only fair if you tell me, especially because i shared my food with you. please?”

before sukuna could reply, he sensed someone quickly approaching. they were hiding somewhere in the forest; it likely was a jujutsu sorcerer, trying to exorcise him. he could deal with them later, but not here, not with you around. the girl looked at him in disappointment when he abruptly stood up, turning towards the forest behind them. unfortunately, he had the inkling that you wouldn’t let it go until he answered: “my name is sukuna, king of curses.” your eyes widened in recognition but you didn’t immediately react or scramble away from him, most likely frozen in fear. 

“now go. someone is coming and you do not want to be in the crossfire.”

002.

as a seamstress, you’ve encountered all kinds of customers. ranging from rude and bratty to eternally grateful, you’ve seen it all. your supervisor had always told you to remain calm and polite, to just adhere to their wishes to not cause any ruckus. after all, people of status often assumed that they were untouchable and could treat others poorly. it wasn’t worth the hassle to start a fight with them, you could lose your job after all. there was moments you’d have to stand up for yourself but this wasn’t it. fortunately, your employer paid you well, enough for you to provide for your family. the customers were high-profile after all.

you looked at the clock on the wall, your next customer was supposed to come soon. it was a nobleman that apparently travelled here from far away, having heard that the store offered beautiful, one of a kind fabrics. you just hope that he wasn’t rude and that you could leave in time. you’d been working overtime for weeks now, taking every appointment and customer that you could get. your mother’s birthday was approaching and you’d been saving up to buy some of the soft and silky fabrics to sew her a new yukata. your mother had always sacrificed her own comfort to buy the best items she could afford for your siblings and you and now that you were older, you could finally treat her to something nice as well. your employer was even willing to give you a small discount and you gratefully took up on her offer.

the chime of the doorbell made you look up, the good feeling in your stomach slowly fading when you saw who entered. you were familiar with the customer after all; he was well known in the area, being a rather volatile and sometimes scary aristocrat who had the reputation to be particularly difficult and having outrageous demands. you hastily stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of your clothing and walking over to greet him. you bowed politely, taking the outerwear that he took off and placing it on a nearby armchair. “sir, i’ll bring you a few samples shortly. do you have any colour or pattern preferences?” you asked him, placing a pot of tea and a cup on the small side table for him to enjoy. you made note of his wishes and disappeared in the storage room to pick up the samples. the customer had made himself at home, eyeing you scrutinizingly. he made you queasy, looking so incredibly unfriendly and you could tell that you were not going home early tonight.

you showed each of the fabrics to him, explaining what materials they were made of and what occasions they were good for but with each explanation, he just looks more and more uninterested. not to mention the snarky remarks he made, seemingly not happy of the choices you presented him. you were running out of options and you didn’t know what else to do to please him when suddenly you heard someone enter the shop. both the customer and you looked over confused - you weren’t expecting any more customers today, it was already late after all. a tall, pink-haired man entered the shop, scowling at your customer. you jumped slightly; he looked scary and you were terrified, not sure what to do in this situation. not only were the black markings on his face and body terrifying, there was also a threatening aura surrounding him, dark and slowly spreading out, all your instincts were screaming at you to run. should you politely ask him to leave? he looked like he wouldn’t take it too well. before you could ask him whether he was looking for something, the stranger spoke up: “you know who i am, leave.”

your eyes widened, slowly inching back towards the back of the store. you were not aware of who this man was but by the looks of your pale-faced customer, he surely did. “this is outrageous!” he exclaimed indignantly, jumping out of his seat. “you can’t just burst in here and demand that i leave! i have an appointment! are you aware of how long the waiting list is? this is the finest shop in the entire prefecture and i would rather die than to give up my spot for a scoundrel like you.” the stranger raised his eyebrows at the shorter man, clicking his tongue in annoyance. you slowly reached out to grab your pair of scissors. they probably weren’t of much use but it made you feel more safe, knowing you could at least somehow defend yourself.

“oh? you would rather die? i’m sure that can be arranged,” the stranger threatened and it was with horror that you watched his fingernails, sharp and pointy, grow in size. he wasn’t human, you’d just encountered a monster. he would kill you and it wouldn’t take him much effort to do so, you were sure he could just stab you with those fingernails. your customer squeaked and left the store in panic, slamming the door in the process, while you quickly hid behind the counter. you hoped he would leave you alone, you didn’t want to get involved. this wasn’t your problem, you were innocent and it was an unfortunate coincidence for you to be here. 

“stop hiding,” the stranger commanded, slowly approaching the counter. you peeked from below the counter, holding your breath. what else could he possibly want from you? demons surely didn’t need money. oh god, was he going to kidnap you?

he swiftly rounded the corner and knelt down to take a closer look at you - you couldn’t react fast enough, he’d already grabbed your chin and made you look at him, turning your head from side to side as he examined you. his fingernails were slightly digging into your skin, making your face scrunch up in discomfort. “so it is you,” he exclaimed in a low voice, then abruptly standing back up. you were confused - what did he mean by that? at least he didn’t kill you, at least not yet. but what else could he possibly want from you? “i need a new kimono. that scumbag just left anyways, make one for me instead.”

a kimono? a simple kimono? you couldn’t believe what you just heard. this demon just came in here, threw a fit but all he wanted was a simple kimono? you couldn’t help but scoff at the situation though it probably was difficult to enter a store without people fleeing or refusing to serve him. while he did look human, the markings on his face made it difficult not to feel threatened. but why did he know you? you had never seen this man in your life before. not in passing, not on drawings, nowhere. no matter how hard you wracked your brain, you just couldn’t recall. “d- do you have any- any colour preference?” you questioned him, watching how he took a seat and grabbed himself the cup of tea. 

“white,” he answered curtly, taking a sip from the tea. “i’ll leave everything else up to you.”

you felt uncomfortable but there was nothing else you could do than follow his orders. you grabbed a few plain white fabric samples and slowly inched over to him, holding them out with your trembling hands. “what?” he deadpanned. you huffed in frustration. 

“sir, you should… you should choose the fabric. it’s your kimono after all, you might not like the feeling of the fabric or it might not be a good fit for your everyday life,” you explained.

“i don’t care, just choose whatever. i’m above the comfort you stupid mortals choose.”

“that’s stupid,” the words left your mouth quicker than you could stop yourself and you slapped your hands over your mouth. the stranger looked at you as equally shocked. “i mean- i mean there’s nothing wrong with indulging in comfortable clothes!” you explained quickly, pressing the samples into his hands. “see you wouldn’t like scratchy clothes, right? or fabric that quickly makes you sweat or feel too warm! i always talk to my customers about what kinds of fabrics they would prefer… i believe life is too short to wear ill-fitting clothes or ones that don’t feel comfortable! good clothing should make you feel like… like a warm hug.”

the stranger didn’t look like he understood what you meant, making you scoff again. some people really didn’t care about what they wore and how they looked like and it just bothered you. good quality fabrics and well tailored clothing could make you feel confident and safe, even in the worst situations. how could you possibly relax if your clothing was maybe scratchy or ill-fitting? “i’ll prove it to you!” you exclaimed and left the room to gather your supplies, then coming back to instruct him where and how to stand so you could take his measurements. now that he was towering over you, you were suddenly very aware of how tall and broad he was. you felt like a dwarf next to him. up close, you noticed more details about him. he was attractive, you couldn’t deny that - the long wispy eyelashes, the watchful ruby eyes and his soft-looking pink hair. if he picked up on your staring, he didn’t comment on it.

once you were done taking notes and choosing fabrics, you gave him a slip of paper, noting down time and date for him to come back to pick the kimono up. “as for payment-” you started but the stranger dropped a huge bag of coins on the counter. you gasped, pushing the bag back into his arms. “sir, that’s too much! i’ll calculate the exact price for you but-” 

“take it,” he insisted and pushed it back towards you. “i have enough. you need the money right? see it as a generous tip.” your face flushed, you didn’t even know what to say and instead only profusely thanked him. it was so much money, the tip was enough to cover your family’s expenses for a year.

when sukuna picked up his kimono weeks later, he still didn’t understand what a hassle you made about the choice of fabrics and why you were so diligent in taking the measurements. he was fine with everything as long as he had something to wear in the first place. he didn’t care, he wasn’t a measly human that whined about the mildest inconvenience. in the private of his abode, he tried the kimono on, abruptly halting his movements as soon as the fabric touched his skin. so the girl was right, the fabric did feel incredibly good on his skin. it was very smooth and silky, a little cool on his skin. very lightweight but not flimsy. the kimono wasn’t too short and fit his tall statue well, you really did a good job he supposed. he glanced at himself in the mirror. it did look good on him, even the matching colours and patterns were chosen well. you really were a good seamstress, no wonder everyone was flocking to the store.

now that sukuna wore the kimono, he suddenly didn’t want to take it off. it was comfortable and soft, reminding him of you.

003.

your favourite spot was one below a tree, on top of a hill where you could see everything. the small city below, the horizon, the stars in the sky. you often came here when you felt like your life came crashing down your shoulders. it didn’t feel like your own anymore, not with your future already laid out for you without you being able to control it. complaining had always felt redundant and ungrateful to you - you had everything you needed, a loving family, food on the table and your family was wealthy enough to not have to worry about money. but in return, they expected everything from you, their eldest daughter. sometimes, the pressure was too much for you but they expected you to do as they say. everything was well until they announced that you were to get married and they’d found a suitor for you. you couldn’t even protest, the decision had already been made behind your back and you couldn’t refuse. you sniffled quietly, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. you didn’t know this man; he might be a complete asshole and not treat you well at all.

the wind was biting at your skin, cold and unrelenting, and yet you felt safe here, away from all your worries. the starry sky made you feel like your worries were miniscule, reminding you that there was so much more out there for you to discover. you’d always liked the sight of stars, they always made you happy. on lucky days, you’d even get to see a few shooting stars. you’d close your eyes and clasp your hands, hopeful that whatever wish you made would come true. the crunch of leaves and twigs made you look up in alarm, scared that your parents had found out you left the estate and now found your secret hiding spot. you couldn’t quite make out the figure in the darkness, only being able to tell that a tall person was approaching you.

you were wary, inching towards the tree behind you to hide but froze when a voice rang out: “i know you’re there. i was looking for you all over the city, little one.” a man clad in a kimono was coming closer, stopping right in front of you and looking at you in disdain. your eyes lit up as you recognized him; you’d met sukuna a couple of times in the city before, mostly when you went to pick up some books to read. he’d been there one time when you were choosing your books and scoffed at your choice. you’d ask him about it, wondering why he thought that your choice was a bad one. he went on and on about how historically inaccurate the book was and that the information about curses was wrong and how an author like that should be ashamed to even publish it. you appreciated the dialogue, you liked having someone to discuss with you. your parents didn’t like that you read fantasy books and books that talked about supernatural events and beings, dubbing them as nonsense and that you should focus on your studies instead.

after your third meeting, sukuna had finally opened up and told you his name. your meetings became more frequent then but you’d never met anywhere other than the bookstore. you were surprised that he even found you here; you decided not to question him though, sukuna always seemed to know where you were, always sensing where you were headed. truthfully, you looked forward to spending time with him. he was attentive and always listened to you, barely ever talking. oddly enough, it made you feel like finally, someone was paying attention to your thoughts and needs. lately, a heavy feeling in your chest was always accompanying you when you met up with him. it was a dull ache, some kind of yearning that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. it didn’t help that you felt like you’d met him before, but you really couldn’t recall where you had met him before. “what are you doing here?” you questioned him, scooting to the side to offer him some space on the picnic blanket.

unceremoniously, he sat down and glanced over to you. he didn’t reply, simply shrugging. “why didn’t you bring a coat?” you asked another question instead, frowning at his choice of clothing. aside from his kimono, he wasn’t wearing anything else. “you’ll catch a cold!” you scolded him, swatting his arm before tugging on his sleeve and signalling him to move closer to you so you could wrap the blanket around his shoulders. you struggled a little to reach him, almost stumbling - sukuna’s arm immediately shot out to hold you so you wouldn’t fall. your cheeks flushed red and you were thankful that it was dark. you cleared your throat and sat back down, snuggling into the blanket and his side. 

“by the way, i read that book you disliked the other day,” you told him, rambling about the contents of the book and what you thought of it, all while sukuna simply listened to you. he only spoke up when he challenged your way of thinking or to agree, otherwise staying silent and just watching you.

suddenly you grasped his hand in excitement, pointing at the sky. “oh, oh! look!!” sukuna’s gaze followed the direction you pointed to, spotting some shooting stars flitting across the sky. “you have to wish for something!” you squeezed his hand and nudged him, then squeezing your eyes shut to prepare yourself to wish. 

“what would i even wish for?” sukuna frowned and pinched your cheek. “what do you wish for?”

“you’re not supposed to share wishes! if you do, they won’t come true,” you argued back and stuck your tongue out at him. sometimes, he really was too skeptical, never indulging in harmless fun. it might be childish to believe in these things but sometimes that little spark of hope was all you need to wait for better things. you sighed when the shooting stars disappeared and let go of his hand, screaming internally. did you really grab his hand like that? you sure hoped you didn’t unsettle him. 

“i don’t think i told you, but my parents have found a suitor for me,” you confided in him quietly, staring at the grass near your feet. “i’m supposed to marry him next year but… i don’t want to, i don’t know this person and i just want to live my life with no one controlling it.”

“i see. there’s still time to get to know him, isn’t there?” you knew sukuna was trying to console you but it wasn’t exactly working. your words frustrated you a little; subconsciously, you’d hoped that he shared the same opinion and maybe, just maybe, help you do something reckless. 

“i don’t want to get to know him,” you huffed and crossed your arms (sukuna thought you looked like a petulant child). “i… i already like someone.”

“you do?” sukuna looked at you surprised and that was the first time that he’d shown any other emotion than indifference. you nodded shyly, hoping that maybe he’d get the hint. you weren’t confident just yet to confess to him but maybe he’d get it from your description alone? 

“i recently met him and i really like that he makes me feel like, you know, important and always pays attention to me. he doesn’t talk a lot but i think that that’s okay, we still have a silent mutual understanding, i guess. and i also think he looks really handsome! although i-”

sukuna had enough of your rambling, he felt annoyed that you were telling him about your stupid crush. whatever boy you had a crush on, they would never amount to the likes of him. why would you look at someone else when he was right there? right here, with you. sukuna reached over and grabbed your cheeks to make you look at him before pressing his lips on yours. you froze for a short moment before returning the kiss, holding onto his kimono when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. why would you pay attention to someone else when he could be with you? for the first time in his existence as a curse, he briefly felt human again. maybe shooting stars were the key to wishes coming true after all; in this moment he wouldn’t mind being human again, being alone with her with only the stars as your witnesses.

004.

gradually you were really starting to dislike your night shifts. usually, you’d ask to cover them because it was quiet, there were no nosy customers and the only people that ever came in so late were sleep deprived students that pulled all nighters to write papers or study. well it used to be that way until a group of, presumably, freshmen started coming more and more frequently - they wouldn’t have been so annoying if it wasn’t for them talking and laughing obnoxiously loud. they would stay until late in the night and kept ordering drinks. the audacity to have oddly specific orders, to watch you like a hawk while you were preparing their drinks, it made your blood boil. to top it all off, one of the guys kept flirting with you, even when you’d already made it obvious that you were not interested at all. no matter how uninterested and abrasive you acted, the guy would not leave you alone and his friends would try to act as wingmen. clueless and horrible wingmen.

you were glad that you were never alone during your night shifts, depending on the weekday you’d work in a team of two or threes. whenever they could, they’d cover for you and you were thankful but also felt bad, which usually resulted in you taking over anyways. you placed the basket on the counter, grabbing a towel to dry the cups you’d just washed. the chime of the doorbell made you look up, your heartbeat speeding up at the sight of sukuna coming in. like the group of freshmen, sukuna had recently started to visit the café more and more. he usually only came late at night and he probably was your favourite regular. scratch that, he was your favourite, no one was as calm as him and he never caused trouble. yeah, maybe those night shifts weren’t all that bad, you thought to yourself. you looked forward to him visiting every time you had a night shift.

“hi sukuna,” you greeted him softly and gave him a smile, placing the cup on a shelf. “the usual?” he took a seat near the bar, placing his wallet on the counter and taking off his coat. sukuna was peculiar, not particularly in a bad way. you always thought that he was a little mysterious. he always wore the same kimono - who wears kimonos everyday in this day and age anyways - the same white kimono but maybe he just owned mulitple of them. you could never tell what he was thinking and he had never shown any emotions other than brief moments of bliss when he was having his usual order. his order had always and would probably always be a simple black coffee and some daifuku mochi. it was a weird combo, you mused, but somehow fit him. it was a sharp contrast, just like his tattoos and the soft pink hair. you finished up the order, pushing the cup of coffee and the plated mochi towards him - you’d sneaked another one in just for him, knowing how much he seemed to like them. sukuna looked up at you, ready to protest but you just brushed it off, telling him that it was okay.

out of the corner of your eye you saw your not so secret admirer approaching with an empty cup and you instantly knew you were bound to be annoyed again. you sighed, returning to the cash register to take his order. “so, when am i finally going to get to take you out?” the guy asked, leaning on the counter to get closer to you. you gritted your teeth, ignoring his question and instead took the empty cup, placing it in the kitchen sink behind you. 

“oh come on, don’t ignore me, baby,” he whined, not letting up until you answered. you were annoyed, so so annoyed. your co-workers were currently organizing the inventory so you were all by yourself - usually that would be fine but you’d had enough. this week has already been awful and you just wanted to be left alone. you glanced around, spotting sukuna on the side. suddenly a lightbulb went on in your head and you faced your admirer confidently. 

“i’m sorry but please stop flirting with me and trying to ask me out,” you started and pointed to sukuna who was innocently taking a bite from his mochi. “i already have a boyfriend and i don’t think he appreciates you cornering me like this. you being this persistent is really annoying, girls don’t like that.”

upon hearing his name, sukuna looked up and as if on cue, he glared at your admirer. “yeah, i suggest you fuck off. get a hint, you creep, she’s mine,” he snarled, making a move towards the other guy who was already scrambling to get away and profusely apologizing. mine, mine, mine. his words kept repeating in your head, your heart squeezing painfully. was he interested in you? would he ever come to see you more than just a barista? you sighed in both relief and affliction, trudging over to sukuna. 

“i’m sorry i dragged you into this,” you apologized embarrassed, shoulders drooping and you stared at the floor just so he wouldn’t see your reddened cheeks. “he’s been pestering me so much and i kind of thought that that was the only way to get him to back off.”

“i don’t mind,” sukuna replied curtly, resuming his seat. he didn’t say anything else and you slightly panicked, you wanted to keep talking to him, stay in his company for a little longer. 

“ah uhm sukuna, i want to thank you! if… if you don’t mind, i would like to treat you to another drink?” you suggested, your face now beet red. this was the most straightforward you had ever been with a guy, usually too shy to make a move. in distance you could hear the chime of the doorbell and the doors slamming, indicating that the group had left. you were alone. sukuna didn’t reply at first and you were sure you’d fucked up and got ready to backtrack and laugh it off when he nodded. 

“go ahead, little one,” he nodded towards the counter. “you choose the drink.”

you didn’t know why sukuna kept calling you little one but for some reason, you didn’t mind. it did however make your heart ache in what you could only describe as melancholy. you weren’t sure why. while you started brewing some green tea for the two of you, the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. the pitter patter of raindrops against the glass front was the only sound audible in the entire café. sukuna hadn’t uttered another word, not even making a sound of acknowledgement when you handed him the cup of tea and sat next to him. 

“you didn’t bring an umbrella,” you noted, looking out of the window. it was raining heavily, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. “i guess you’ll have to stay here for a little longer, otherwise you’ll get sick. i hope you aren’t sick of me though.”

sukuna took a sip of his tea. “i don’t mind your company,” he replied, looking at you. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you sincerely hoped he wasn’t joking. hearing that gave you a little hope. 

“i like moments like this,” you confessed to him, clutching the warm cup with your sweater paws. “having a warm cup of tea and watching the rain from the comfort of your home. or in this case, a café. the sound of rain is really calming, isn’t it? makes you forget about all your worries for a while, it’s just you and your cup of tea.”

again, sukuna didn’t reply for a while. you thought you’d bored him to death with your monologue until he spoke up: “i don’t see how it’s any different from having a cup at any time of the day.” your cup was placed back on the counter. you frowned, not sure how to explain it to him. in moments like these, sukuna seemed to be something of an old being that has seen everything, feelings now dull and locked away. 

“well, see it like this. making yourself a cup of tea or coffee everyday is a normal thing to do, right? it happens almost automatically because it’s just part of your daily routine, you like how it tastes, it makes you feel more awake or helps you sleep. but… but you never really take your time to enjoy it, right?”

sukuna was contemplating, you almost giggled at the little frown on his face. but you were glad that he was willing to listen to you and discuss it with you, instead of dismissing the topic entirely. “but what does that have to do with rain?” he finally asked. 

you pointed outside. “you wouldn’t really go out in this weather, right? not if you have any emergencies or urgent matters to attend to. and same goes for everyone else; it kind of… kind of forces you to stay inside, to fully enjoy your warm beverage. the sound of rain is pretty calming, it’s some kind of whitenoise that might block out intrusive thoughts, at least it does that for me. so it’s only you, the sound of rain and your cup of tea. for a few minutes, you can just relax and have a moment for yourself.”

sukuna still didn’t quite understand how humans worked. it’s been hundreds of years since he’s ceased to be human, he’s forgotten what is what like being human. what human emotions entailed. but he agreed, it has been a while since he’s felt at ease and peaceful even. it was a moment of bliss, a moment that caused a flare-up of old, buried feelings inside of him.

004.1

you still hadn’t mustered up the courage to actually ask sukuna out after you dragged him into that fake dating-situation. he did still come late at night, being the most loyal customer of the café at this point. it was almost… almost as if he’d seeked out your company. though he did tell you that he didn’t mind your company; your ego deflated a little. sukuna still wore his kimono but paired it with a thick winter coat - it was winter after all and the weather had been very extreme. the ground was covered in inches of snow and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. sukuna insisted on walking you home when your shift ended. you weren’t sure why because he’d never offered to do so before. you were thankful though since it was still snowing and the streets were completely empty; even though the snow looked beautiful, it was still a little eerie to walk home in this weather. especially since a lot of busses weren’t running anymore due blocked roads.

“sukuna, aren’t you cold?” you asked as you switched off the lights and fumbled with your keys. finally finding the right one, you closed up, shoving the keys back in your back and fishing out your gloves. “you don’t even wear gloves!” you gasped when you saw his bare hands, handing him one of yours. sukuna looked at you as if you were crazy.

he wasn’t cold but he couldn’t tell you that, couldn’t let you know that he was a curse. but handing him one of you gloves? you were too nice, always thinking of others first and never being selfish. sighing, he put on the glove that was uncomfortably small but he’d endure it for your sake.

“it’s been a while since we’ve had this much snow,” you mused and took a few steps around, giggling at the sound of crunching snow beneath your feet. sukuna simply followed you, looking comical with the bright yellow and tiny glove on his hand. you smiled at him, admiring how etheral he looked underneath the streetlights with the snowflakes flurrying around him and some getting stuck in his hair. your heart suddenly ached, a far away memory emerging. it was blurry and unclear, a cold night similar as this underneath the stars and a face staring at you. you couldn’t tell who it was nor were you sure whether it was just a case of déjà vu.

“you know, this kind of calls for a snowball fight,” you grinned at sukuna mischievously and grabbed some snow, beginning to form it into a ball. he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at you defiantly. 

“i’m not going to indulge in childish business like th-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as you hurled the snowball at him and giggled like a maniac as it hit his shoulder. you quickly hid behind a bush as you quickly tried to form another, enjoying the dumbfounded look on sukuna’s face. clearly, he didn’t expect you to follow through with your plan and was caught by surprise. “oh you’re on,” he growled after a moment and grabbed himself some snow as well. you quickly threw another snowball at him, this time only being able to hit his leg. eyes widening at the sight of sukuna raising his arm to throw his snowball at you, you let out a squeak and dove behind a tree - the snowball still hit you square on your back, making you yelp at the cold feeling.

for minutes you could only hear the crunches of snow, loud laughter and snowballs hitting objects. you sat on a bench, exhausted from running and ducking away and your belly was starting to hurt from all the laughter. sukuna caught up to you, juggling a snowball in his hands. “you gonna give up?” he asked, a smirk gracing his lips. clearly he was winning, being able to aim a lot better than you. you missed him most of the time but had fun regardless. 

“never!” you replied, holding out your arms to defend yourself from the incoming snowball. it never came and instead sukuna was inching closer with an evil look in his eyes. oh no. what was he up to? you yelped when you realized that he was aiming for your neck, jumping up to get away from him. sukuna was quick to react and grabbed your arm, pulling you back into his chest and holding you close, smushing the snow against your neck. “ew sukuna, stop!” you laughed and squirmed in his arms until he threw the snowball away, rubbing your back gently. 

“that was really cold, you know,” you pouted, burying your face in his chest. 

he wrapped his arms around you, sighing quietly. “i know, i know, sorry.”

you swore that you felt his lips on the crown of your head.

005.

you were, undoubtedly, lost. your phone was about to die and you were stranded in the middle of the city, not sure where to go. to be fair, it was very, very easy to get lost here and it was your first time visiting. your grandparents lived here and while you’ve visited before, you couldn’t quite remember anything anymore. you were a child back then. and the city had drastically changed too, making it difficult for you to navigate yourself around. though your poor sense of direction was probably at fault as well. you sighed, trying to call your grandparents again. no one was picking up. you turned your phone off to save some of the battery, maybe you could call them later.

luckily, you’d brought your cameras so you could at least keep yourself busy until someone freed you from this misery. you walked towards the nearby shrine; there didn’t seem to be any people here, it was very quiet aside from the sound of cicadas. you took a few photos before continuing your journey, soon finding yourself standing on top of the hill. the view from here was breathtaking, even more so because the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in a beautiful yellow and orange hue. you fumbled with your camera again, trying to take a photo when someone suddenly moved into your shot. you paused and looked at the person in front of you who was staring at you as well. considering they were wearing a kimono, you assumed that they must work here. did you make a mistake? maybe you weren’t supposed to take photos and this person came to tell you off.

“i’m sorry!” you said quickly, quickly shoving your camera in your bag. “am i allowed to take photos here?” 

the stranger frowned at you, clearing his voice before replying: “how am i supposed to know? i don’t work here.” 

you groaned, rubbing your face in embarrassment. of course you’d say something wrong, you always did. and now you probably annoyed him too - he looked really annoyed. but since he wasn’t working here and there was no one else around, you guessed you could take photos after all. there was no one to tell you off anyways. however, the stranger was still standing there, looking at you in what seemed like interest. you felt awkward just continuing your endeavors without acknowledging him, so you asked: “do you live here? i’m just visiting, so i’m not very familiar with the city.”

“you could say that,” the stranger simply replied. when he didn’t say anything else, you decided that it probably was okay if you just continued taking photos without acknowledging him. though it did make you queasy, knowing that he was just watching you. didn’t he have anything else to do? a few minutes passed. he sighed and walked over, pointing at your camera. “what are you doing?” you were surprised at how straightforward he was, not expecting to engage in a conversation with you. maybe people in this city were just extra talkative and you’d have to get used to it. your grandparents never told you about this though. 

“ah i’m visiting my grandparents here and i thought i’d document my stay here. so i can look at these photos whenever i want and just have the memories on photo,” you explained and rummaged in your bag to show him the polaroids you took earlier. “i particularly like polaroids because you can’t edit or change them… whatever moment you capture, it’s true to what you saw. there’s no need to make photos beautiful when they hold a special place in your heart and are tied to a specific memory.”

the stranger nodded, pointing to your polaroid camera. “and you take them with this device?” his choice of words startled you a little, he didn’t seem to be familiar with this type of camera which you found odd. everyone knew what these were nowadays, almost everyone owned them. but you didn’t want to judge him or make him feel stupid though, patiently explaining to him how the cameras worked and where he could purchase them. he seemed to be really interested, closely inspecting the camera, turning it around and fumbling with the buttons. only after you finished rambling, you realize how much time had passed - it was almost dark now and your grandparents were probably worried sick. your phone was turned off the entire time and you forgot to call them. 

“excuse me, i really need to call my grandparents!” you looked at him apologetically, leaving him with your photos and camera. normally, you would be very wary; normally, you wouldn’t even show anyone your photos, rather keeping them to yourself because they were your precious memories. but something about him resonated with you, he seemed familiar and yet he didn’t.

you found a spot a few meters away from him calling your grandparents and profusely apologizing to them for not calling sooner. you promised them to wait at a popular and well known spot nearby so they could come to pick you up since it was already getting late, then hung up. to your relief, the stranger was still standing there, watching you intently. “thank you,” you smiled as he handed you your belongings. “my grandparents are picking me up soon, thank you for keeping me company. won’t you be going home soon?” 

suddenly his face expression turned rather… sad? somewhat melancholic and you feared you’d said something wrong until he shook his head. “i have to go somewhere later. let me walk you for a bit, it is dark after all.” you looked at him a little dumbfounded, not expecting him to suggest something like that.

“oh you don’t have to! i’ll totally be fine, i-” “i want to. let’s go,” he interrupted you, already beginning to move. you hastily followed him, clutching your bag in your hands. the entire walk was rather silent, none of you saying a word. it wasn’t a tense and uncomfortable silence though - you very much enjoyed his presence. it made you feel safe too, even though you’d told him earlier that you didn’t mind walking by yourself, it was comforting to know that he was by your side. you were in an unfamiliar city after all. hell you even got lost, so who were you kidding. you wondered who the stranger was, what his story was, what his personality was like. this was a one time meeting though, so you didn’t really have any hope of meeting him again. that was very unlikely.

“okay this is the spot. my grandparents are going to pick me up here, so it’s okay if you go,” you pointed at a café and gave him a reassuring smile. he didn’t look impressed. “o-oh wait, i need to thank you somehow.” you held a finger up to signal him to wait for a bit and fished out a polaroid you’d taken earlier. it was a simple shot, only the temple, bits of the trees and the sunset in the background. but you thought it was appropriate, the two of you had shared this moment after all. 

“here, this is for you. it’s not a lot but i guess… it’s a really nice photo and maybe the start of your collection, if you decide to get a polaroid camera?” he took the photo from you, inspecting it before nodding and thanking you. he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by some bright car lights and the sound of honks.

“ah, i have to go! it was nice meeting you,” you bid farewell to him and waved, running towards the car. sukuna watched your figure retreat, arms dropping to his sides.

006.

it was so cold, so incredibly cold. you really hated disliked these long winters, the sky was constantly dull and grey, the days were short and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. it made you feel sluggish and unmotivated, you were just hoping that spring was coming earlier this year. you yearned for sunshine and warmth, to be able to go outside without freezing and just spend more time outside. regardless, you held onto your daily walks because they gave you some peace of mind in your hectic life. you were approaching the last year of your studies and the amount of exams, assignments and your looming thesis were just suffocating you. but soon, soon you were done and could finally take a breather, until then, the only moments of relaxation you’d have were your walks.

despite the cold, there were a lot of people near the park; children who were engaging in snowball fights, elderly who were walking their dogs and some joggers too. your eyes were wandering around, watching all the busy people around. too absorbed in your task, you didn’t notice the man in front of you until you bumped into him. you quickly removed your earbuds and apologized to him, about to continue walking when he suddenly grabbed your arm, holding you back. you were confused, did you maybe accidently hurt him when you bumped into him? you looked him up and down to make sure that he was okay; there really wasn’t anything wrong. he let go of your arm. “is something wrong?” you asked concerned and turned to him. 

“y/n?” 

you froze at the mention of your name. how did he know you?

“who are you? i’ve never met you before.”

in all your past lifetimes, you’d taught him how to be human again, how there was value and joy in even the littlest of things. with each iteration of your existence, sukuna thinks that he’s learned to love you more than the last. when he sees how at ease you are spending time with him, a curse that is feared by everyone, he contemplates confessing to you. but something holds him back, it’s the fear; the fear that you won’t return his feelings. he’s seen you be with someone else, see you fall in love countless of times. he yearns for it to be him, hoping that you do choose him, love him. for thousands of years, he’s spent his time finding you - your reincarnations don’t recognize him and it pains him to get to know you anew each time but nothing pains him as much as his existence. he wants to hold you, be yours, grow old with you.

for the first time in thousands of years, sukuna wishes to be human again.

ps.: i am so sorry if i hurt your heart there omg

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[qingxin-s]

༉₊˚✧ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ : ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ x ɢɴ.ᴀᴅᴇᴘᴛɪ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: [y/n] was an adepti that lived to serve rex lapis, but after thousands of years without contact and a normal human life- they meet again in the most unexpected place

genre: fluff, confession fic

word count: 907

warning(s): spoilers for zhongli’s true identity 

tagging: @lovingkyojuro​ [ik you didnt ask for a tag, but i know you really like zhongli!]

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"You've done well, my dear" Rex Lapis spoke as he stood before the figure, his cape up to cover his face- but his amber eyes still shone through, soft as he looked down at them. They bowed their head, staring at the dusty floor.

"Are you sure you won't be needing my assistance any further, master?" They echoed, their e/c hues narrowed as they tried their best to let the salty tears leak from them. This was their destiny- this...was their contract. They knew there was going to be a time when their service was no longer needed, but they never imagined that the time would come so soon.

He reached out a hand, placing it on top of their h/c haired head- trying his best to comfort them. Their relationship was an odd one. Their relationship was far more than just a contract, the two deeply cared for each other: even the other adepti commented on this.

"I'm sure, you've served your purpose. You served the terms of your contract. Now, find peace my dear. Find a new life" He said softly as he raised their chin up with a gloved finger, looking deep into their eyes.

"I'll be seeing you shortly, (Y/N)"

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"(Y/N)! Have you swept the floors yet?" Their boss called, and a sigh left their lips. Autumn was always their busiest time of year, the constant flow of customers that streamed from their store proving that. But for some reason...they had been lumped with the boring chores. Instead of brewing tea like they were so good at doing, they were stuck with cleaning. 

All the time Rex Lapis spent teaching them how to properly brew the leaves was for nothing.

"Yes, I also dusted the counter and cleaned the teapots" They called back, stretching their back as they awaited their bosses answer. A soft breeze trickled through the shops doors, a gentle glow illuminating all the porcelain inside.

"I need you to deliver this order for me then! There's no point just standing around!" The boss yelled, and they couldn't help but roll their e/c eyes. The boss was harsh as ever, and since when did they do deliveries?

After stalking to the counter, they were presented with a large parcel stacked with cheap teacups and a full teapot- and a sealed letter was tucked inside.

"Take this to the funeral parlor, they've already payed. May Rex Lapis protect you, god knows you need it with how clumsy you are" The boss scoffed as (Y/N) plucked up the parcel, muttering under their breath as they set off towards the funeral parlor. They wanted to scold them for using his name in vain, for using their master to mock them.

But they couldn't. He wasn't their master anymore.

It had been so long since the two had spoken- they counted the years. It had been two thousand years to be exact, and each passing day was painful. After a hundred, they were able to find more work cleaning up some demon populations around Liyue. After a hundred more, they were left with nothing. It was painful, and they almost resented Rex Lapis for abandoning them.

But he was just fulfilling their contract.

Wangsheng funeral parlor came into view, looking as deserted as ever. With another sigh, they made their way up the steps- gently pushing open the door and peering inside. They were quickly greeted with a figure , and they decided to call out.

"Hello, I have a delivery here for you?" They called uncertainly, and a girl was in their face instantly. She had wide crimson eyes and a smirk on her face as she looked them up and down.

"You're from the tea place, right!? I almost died of dehydration whilst waiting for you, good thing we're in a funeral parlor right? I'm just kidding!" She exclaimed, jumping backwards and forwards as they stood awkwardly. It was no wonder Wangsheng was going out of business.

"Go through the door at the back, and leave the tea with Zhongli. He's the tea expert around here" The crimson eyed girl grinned as she slowly backed away, rushing off to do whatever strange people like herself do.

'Sounds like someone else I know' (Y/N) smiled to themselves as they entered the door they were instructed towards and as they stepped inside, their heart almost froze. There was a familiar smell to the air, a familiar feeling they felt they would never experience again.

"Hello, you must be-" The man they presumed was Zhongli began, but he cut himself off as he turned around as saw them.

There was no way this was happening.

The same amber eyes that instantly softened as he stared at them, the same gentle touch as he reached out towards them. The lanterns inside the room cloaked his tall figure beautifully, and his mouth gaped open. They quickly placed the box down as their knees buckled, and they fell to the floor with a harsh 'thud'. He feel with them, placing his hands on their shoulders as they stared up at him.

"Master?" They choked as they were pulled towards his chest and engulfed in a tender warmness. Thousands of years...and this is how they meet again? In a funeral parlor?

"Well...isn't it my little helper?" He smiled as he held their h/c haired head, his eyes flickering shut as he melted into the touch. His voice will still smooth and comforting, yet stern when it came to giving orders. They were in heaven.

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[yostresswritinggirl]

and, if Albedo have his own personal botanist, what about xiao have his own personal chef, or something like that? the reader working at wangshu inn as the chef or maid 👀 (this the request... If you want to make something from this absurd idea 👀👀)

Hehe I like your thought process, anon. Albedo and Xiao really just: 😏👉👉 *finger guns* 👈👈 😑 for having reader assistants in my masterlist huh.

Making this solely a personal chef/maid thing would defo make this response hella short so I added in more info and background just like I did with Albedo's, so I hope you guys end up enjoying this one too!!

It isn't an absurd idea, but I sure as hell made an absurd answer to it kek

Xiao's Devoted "Chef"

Xiao with a Reader who is not only his Personal Chef but assistant

Background (let's gooo)

The arrival of the Adepti Yaksha in Wangshu Inn was really something I've been intrigued about for a while now, but I won't make much assumptions here because his banner is coming and more info would be given to us.

Xiao had long since been residing in and spends a majority of his time in this Inn yet its owners, Verr Goldet and Huai'an, barely knows anything about the adepti or his lifestyle.

So on a sunny, quaint day like any other where calmness passes through the lands without worry, they expected the Adepti to resign himself to a moment of peace and rest too.

So color them surprised when they save the familiar silhouette of the adepti ascending to the top floor. Porcelain white skin and clear tank top glittered with fresh blood as a broken and bruised figure lays unconscious in his arms. The couple was thankful that there were no customers out and about that day, because it would be a disaster for an audience to witness such a thing. Also bad for business, but they'll hold that in at the back of their mind.

Skilled workers were quick to work with their seemingly extensive experience with such a protocol. As they tended to the victim, the Boss stayed behind to tend to and inquire with the Adepti. Yet such a conversation between them came out strained:

There were no visible wounds that require immediate medical attention but there was a look in his eyes that feels much more broken than anything they can fix. Verr's hands hover over him in an attempt to urge him to clean up his still bloodied form. His amber eyes that were usually sharp looks through a distance light-years away.

"Xiao," the woman started and the eyes snapped out of its reverie, subtly looking around to ground himself. "What happened? And are you okay?"

"Their- the parents died from a Hilichurl ambush, I was only able to save the child," his crossed arms gripped at his forearm in the realization of his utter mistake. "32 seconds."

"32 seconds?" The Mondstadtian offered a fresh set of hot towels he had taken, and he had flinched when he saw the carnage that stuck close to his skin.

"I was 32 seconds late."

Your parents were adventurers who brought you with them as big fans of traveling and nomadic lifestyle, no set home yet freely living by. You were in your younger teens and you'd clarified you had no other family to go to.

The death of your parents came as an obvious shock to your young self yet you grieved in silence and sobs, as the only person you trust hovers next to where you rest in silent contemplation.

Verr knows that look, and it was something she hasn't seen on the Adepti before. Of pure guilt and a sense of responsibility.

That night you rested surprisingly nightmare-free as your savior stands his ground next to where you rest.

Present Times

The couple had adopted you into the Inn family without a second's hesitance and you were thankful for them as you were to Xiao. You were no heavy expense or disadvantage and that made it all the more easier to adapt into your new lifestyle.

Despite no words or explanation, you were perfectly aware of the deeds your savior had done to save you and keep you alive, and with that you had sworn to serve him until the end of your time. A life for a life, equivalent exchange.

Coming into terms with being in Liyue and the Inn, your life choices were meddled with commerce and the importance of livelihood. You were young but your guilt of being under the care of such people forced you to take on any and every responsibility you can handle.

Despite your background you were expertly skilled with cooking. Your mother and father always taught you the importance of a meal for adventurers whenever you'd camped out. And your special touch on dishes that saves adventurers had drawn in many appetites.

Business boomed and the Inn wasn't just famous for being a temporary residence, but a sanctuary that offers tastes paired with the divine sense of Celestia. You became Wangshu Inn's Head Chef, with your sous-chef Smiley Yanxiao.

At times where Xiao is forced to make rounds to seize looming threats, he'd find himself picking fresh and healthy ingredients he'd find on the way back and present to you for new recipes to experiment on.

But you also pride yourself with a different title, or titles: The Adepti's Personal Chef, Tender of the Yaksha, Adepti's Devotee.

This title was emphasized by the Sigil of Permission sewn into an armband hanging by your right arm, something you proudly wear even beyond the walls of the Inn.

You found out the Adepti's favorite during your daily visit and breaks, usually done so by hanging out in the balcony with him with a brand new recipe you recently made and wanted to test out.

While he sat parallel to you, he eyed the transparent syrup and the gelatinous substance in the obvious curiousity he shows for all your new creations, silently awaiting your opinion by watching your expression: whenever you show even the slightest distaste, he'll pointedly ignore his curiousity and the dish altogether. And if you express such pride and achievement, his interest will get the better of him, if you haven't offered the dish quickly enough.

"What is this?" He'd finally ask after your delighted moans, indulging on your own creation.

"Mmm, Almond Tofu... do you wish to try it?" Without an answer he'd pick up the only spoon on the plate and tasted it himself. And just like that, he'd froze, eyes full blown in surprise and awe.

"Do you like it?" He can only hum in response as he scarfs down the plate by himself, chewing respectfully yet with a hint of vigor in every scoop. "It tastes... like dreams..." the way he looked at you, with eyes possessing such childlike wonder, you couldn't help but fall.

After that, Xiao had requested a daily plate/offering of it. It became a routine to the point that all workers heard of the favoritism and are encouraged to learn the recipe. But it's usually your dish that is served, unless special occasions calls for someone else.

There has been an influx of dormers and adventurers recently as citizens around Teyvat flock to the Liyue continent in hopes to watch the most extravagant celebration of the new year, the Lantern Rite Festival.

Your best efforts manning the kitchen together with Yanxiao took gruelling hours just to prepare for the dinner's first course even with hours of prep time available. Even both bosses had to lend some hands as your sous-chef can barely keep up with your stride. And after the dishes are finally distributed to the dining hall, you were already set in cleaning up the kitchen, and before you knew it-

"It has been an hour."

"It was a busy day, I'm sorry, Xiao." You could only muster a mumble in guilt as you kept your head down on the usual table, refusing to look at the disapproving expression he definitely wore, except he doesn't. His face has the slightest hints of worry and wonder at your deflated composure.

But his focus now was on the food he has been craving the whole day, already digging into his dessert. And you just tried your hardest not to fall asleep on the cold, wooden tabletop. Until your tummy rumbled through the silence.

A hum. "You haven't eaten?" You shake your head as you lift your head, gazing at the cute sight of your guardian tilting his head to the side in slight distaste for your lifestyle. You open your mouth to retort until you felt the cold utensil touch your bottom lip. "Here, I saved you the last bite. After this, get yourself a meal and retreat to your quarters, I don't want to hear any excuses." He softly urges a little push with the spoon so you get the hint, and you wrap your lips around it, chewing and gulping down cold dessert. He offered his favorite food, used the same spoon, and spoon fed you with it—

"Wha... don't- don't bite the spoon," you squeeze your eyes tight from the embarrassing thoughts in your head.

When people wish to have an audience with Xiao, most of the time they head to you for guidance after inquiring with Verr. They require a sigil of permission, and most of the times, your own sigil has been under fire a lot in their desperation.

An old merchant who desperately wants to hire the adepti to aid his caravan with personal security once tried to claw at your armband, but a split second after the tip of his fingers had touched the cloth, he was blown away to the nearest wall.

"What-," a pressure on your left shoulder pulls your other against a lean chest, protectively squeezing as a polearm materialized in front of you. You can feel the ragged vibrations of the Yaksha's unusually heavy breaths, his amber eyes sharp and dangerous, dilated like a predator.

"What gives you the idea that you had the authority to lay a hand on my assistant?" Black and teal embers conjure around you two as a dark shadow slowly creeps up from the ground. "That is their sigil of permission; I want nothing to do with you mere mortals."

If not for Verr and the other staff, things would have gone gruesome and unsightly for the business. Yes, business. Everyone disliked the guy enough to care more about the Inn than his actual well-being. When he'd come to, he was forced out of the Inn (he would have done so himself anyways as he was already traumatized).

"Sir Xiao, why did you do that?"

"He didn't have a Sigil, he was pretty much asking for it. And why have you gone formal?" You pouted at him and his only response was a quirked eyebrow. Walking over to stand behind him, you slowly wiggled your arms through the gap between his waist and slack arms, finding it easy enough with how thin his waist is as you wrapped him in a hug.

He tensed from the secretly ticklish feeling before letting down his guard in your arms. This was one of your leeway as his most devoted follower. Your constant exposure with the aid of the divine sigil has made you immune to the negative effects of Adeptal energy, enough to make him nigh worry about your safety around him anymore.

And him letting you hug him like this... let's just say it's from your mannerisms of comfort when you were still young and around him.

"Take an indefinite leave," Xiao broke the silence a few minutes after, forcing you to crane your head to the side to look at him. He meets your gaze with an amused glint. "You have no debt to pay here, you shouldn't be holed up in a place like this."

"It is true that me leaving wouldn't have majooor repercussions, but what's with the sudden idea?"

He huffs. "You're my only follower and yet you divide your attention serving temporary mortals that will pass by without remembrance. And besides," you tense at the sight of an upturn on the edge of lip, pearly whites subtly peeking, "personal does not mean sharing."

You were an adventurer at heart and it's time you indulge in that glorified life of excitement, with your guardian by your side. It was the only gift he can come up with for your undying devotion.

Holy - I had to cut this thing A LOT because I wrotE A HECKIN LOT WTF?! It's not even done in my mind, my goodness, there should be an adventuring unit here too but hhhh I got too conscious of the length sksksks I'm so sorry! P-Part 2-?

I enjoyed writing this a tad bit too much sksksks but now that the second to the last installation of this even is published, the next request should be the last one! And that means I'll have to stop the poll and start working on the requests for the 100 followers one! So if you haven't voted there, you should before it's too late!!

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