#I'm sure someone else has already done this

[actias-android]

Y'all got to know other nonhumans in school? Damn...I was already an adult when I got here. (Then again, I'm not sure I'd have been mentally normal about it when I was younger. I had too much going on and I'm pretty sure I'd have treated it like some kind of super-special escape from reality.)

The problem I run into is that a lot of what I have to say is just really hard to put into words because it's mostly the kind of thoughts you arrive at via long-lived experience, and the rest of it isn't that exciting to people. Because a lot of the second type is, 'Hey, stop trying so hard. Don't stress yourself out about this. Chill. Enjoy the ride. You don't even have to be an expert about yourself, let alone anybody else. Relax on the clannish behavior a bit. Let go of making mountains out of the molehills that are various alter/nonhuman communities. None of this is the end of the world, none of it is even provable so it's fine to treat it with some levity, and most of all none of it is worth the kind of middle school clique drama the communities are known for.'

And that's like...it goes over about like a lead balloon. The people who need to hear it don't wanna hear it, and the people who don't need to hear it just kind of nod, and in either case you can't even lead the horse to water, let alone make them drink. Younger people want there to be big universal narratives with answers, and for things to be important, and understandable. Everything is just that much more intense when you're young. You need to know and you need to know RIGHT NOW and emotions run high and it wouldn't be such a global trope if middle schools weren't legitimately full of drama because that's just the developmental stage, you know?

And then you get older and (hopefully) realize that was all kind of unnecessary actually.

And then you get older still and realize that as unnecessary as it was, you still probably couldn't have done it any other way. You can be young or wise, pick one. There's no way to actually impart what you've learned on someone who isn't there yet.

So it just ends up easier to occasionally fling some philosophical rambling into the void, hoping it'll maybe connect with someone who's at a point in their journey that they'll get it, and otherwise stay quiet until the urge to make words strikes again. Like, you've done your heavy introspection. Not a lot jiggles the new ideas loose anymore, that tree has been shaken of most of its fruit now, and you've gotta think about stuff like what's for dinner later.

One thing they don't tell you about being an adult therian is that much of the online community gradually feels more and more alienating. Posts about wearing gear to school or writing about your theriotype at college stop feeling relatable. And it's admittedly hard not to get grumpy about it. Sure, occasionally you see some insights about working a 9 to 5 when you're a dog, or managing your appointments when you're a bird, but most of the short-form writings you come across feel less like the relevant ramblings of your peers, and more like looking through a window at a life you had to leave behind. I don't miss school, good gods, nothing could ever make me wish I was 16 again. But I do miss the relative simplicity of it, and the ease with which I related to other school-age therians.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 032 !

backstage at louis vuitton's fw25 show in paris, the usual chaos swirled around you, but you were oddly calm. makeup artists hustled to finish their work, hair stylists perfected last-minute details and the buzz of excited chatter filled the air. but you weren't really nervous. you'd been modeling for years and the nerves you once had when you first started out were long gone, replaced with a steady confidence that came from experience.

hyoma sat beside you, the two of you casually chatting as the last touches were put on your looks. it was nice to have a moment before the madness of the show started.

"did you hear about suki's bali trip?" hyoma asked, a playful glint in his eye as he adjusted his jacket, still looking at you from the corner of his eye.

you grinned, already knowing where this conversation was going. "yeah, duh. she's been talking about it non-stop lately."

"right?" hyoma chuckled. "i swear, she's packed already. but i get it. after everything with filming star girl, she deserves a break."

"true," you nodded, but something else was on your mind. "though, i'm starting to wonder if she's more excited about someone in bali than the trip itself."

hyoma raised an eyebrow, smirking. "what. you think she's got a thing for someone?"

you shrugged casually, but there was a hint of teasing in your voice. "i don't know.. michael kaiser's been making quite the impression on her. i think she might have a little crush on him."

hyoma burst out laughing. "you're kidding. suki? mitsuki hori? a crush? i've never seen her so distracted by a guy before."

"well, i mean, michael is michael kaiser," you pointed out, unable to suppress a smile. "and it's not like she's been shy about it. you know how she got all nervous at the premiere? it's kinda cute."

"ha, if she's really that down bad for him, i'm sure he's enjoying the attention," hyoma replied, leaning back. "but i can't blame her. he's not exactly hard to look at."

you both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the rare pause before the madness of the runway show began.

you leaned back further in your chair, glancing at the makeup artist who was putting the finishing touches on your lips. this was all just another day for you. you were used to the rush, the flasing lights and the quiet moments before a show.

just as you were about to zone out, lost in the hum of the backstage chaos, a figure appeared in your peripheral vision. you didn't even need to look up to know who it was. lan.

"y/n," she said, her voice smooth and sweet as she approached you, the smile on her face just a little too perfect. "how's everything going? ready for the opening?"

you forced a smile, not wanting to let her under your skin. "i'm good. just getting the finishing touches done."

lan's eyes flickered over you, studying you with that sharp, almost calculating look that made your stomach twist a little. "you always look so... effortless. like you don’t even have to try." her words were coated with something you couldn’t place, a strange mix of admiration and something more hidden.

you raised an eyebrow, not sure if you were even supposed to take her compliment seriously. "thanks," you said, keeping your tone neutral.

lan's smile remained, but her eyes lingered on you a moment too long. you could feel her gaze weighing you, as if she were searching for something deeper than just a passing glance. she tilted her head slightly, as though thinking about her next words carefully.

“you know,” she began, her voice softer now, “it’s interesting how quickly you’ve risen to the top." she paused, letting the words settle between you before adding, "you're so lucky."

you didn’t reply immediately, choosing instead to focus on keeping your expression neutral. it was hard to tell if she was just making conversation or if there was something more to her words. either way, you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of overanalyzing it.

"well," you said after a beat, smiling lightly, "it’s just the way the industry works."

lan nodded, though her smile seemed just a bit too perfect. "of course," she paused again, and you could almost feel the weight of her thoughts, but she kept them to herself. instead, she gave you a small, almost playful wink. "i'm sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other at these shows. you’ll be great, as always."

you just offered her another polite smile, unsure of what to make of her odd niceness.

lan's lips curled into a smile. "well, i guess i'll leave you to it. don’t want to distract you too much," she said, her voice light, almost mocking. then, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving behind a faint sense of tension.

you exhaled slowly, trying to put it out of your mind, but it lingered in the back of your thoughts. it was probably nothing. lan was just being lan, right?

hyoma, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, gave you a sidelong glance. his expression was unreadable, but there was a certain look in his eyes. “that was interesting,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he adjusted his jacket again.

you met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "you think so?" you asked, keeping your tone light, even though a small part of you was still distracted by lan's confusing behavior.

hyoma just gave a small, amused shrug, his lips quirking upward. "yeah. she's always been a little strange with people, but that was different. don’t let it bother you, though."

you gave a tight smile. "i won’t. i’m used to weird interactions."

before hyoma could respond, a voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. "y/n, show’s about to start!" the director called out from across the room, a mix of urgency and excitement in his tone.

you nodded, turning toward the sound of her voice. “alright,” you replied, giving hyoma one last glance before heading off to the entrance of the runway.

the makeup artist finished the last touch on your lips, giving you a quick nod of approval. the final moments before a show always felt like a blur. a combination of nerves and adrenaline.

the manager walked up, giving you a once-over, checking that everything was perfect. "you're good to go," she said, her smile a mix of encouragement and professionalism. "it’s your time."

you took a deep breath, nodding, your thoughts briefly drifting to the familiar faces in the crowd.

“you go, girl,” hyoma called out as you passed by, his voice warm and supportive.

you shot him a smile, then turned toward the runway entrance, your heart racing with a quiet excitement. the show was starting, and this was your moment. the spotlight would be yours, and you were ready.

as the crowd’s chatter faded into the distance, the lights blazed on. the guests fell silent, all eyes drawn to the runway as you took your first step.

the music built up, guiding your pace as you walked, your eyes scanning the audience. there were faces you recognized, designers you’d worked with, photographers snapping shots as you passed.

their attention was a constant, but you'd learned to ignore it, to make the world beyond the runway blur into the background.

but then, you saw him.

a flash of red. a familiar silhouette sitting casually on the first row, his eyes locked on you. the breath in your lungs stilled for a second, your heart stumbling in your chest. there’s no way. your mind immediately tried to convince you it was just a trick. you were too distracted, maybe you were imagining things.

you focused on your walk, pretending like you didn’t feel the heat rising in your cheeks, pretending like his gaze wasn’t piercing through you with that intensity.

no, you were just losing it. it’s not like you were obsessed with him or anything. sure, there was that tension whenever you were near him. and maybe, just maybe, he’d been a little too often in your thoughts lately. but this was nothing more than your brain playing tricks on you.

he was in madrid, practicing for the league, right?

it was probably another man with red hair. maybe you were just addicted to the way sae’s eyes seemed to burn through you, to the way he made everything feel just a little bit more intense when he was around.

by the time you reached the end of the runway, your head was spinning. you gave the crowd your final smile, a mask of confidence you had perfected over years of shows. you had to act like nothing had changed, like you weren’t thinking about sae.

the music shifted, signaling the end of your walk. with a practiced ease, you turned on your heel and walked the few steps back toward the backstage area, the cameras flashing as you went.

you walked through the curtain, breathing a little easier now. as you peeled off your shoes, your phone buzzed in your pocket. you pulled it out, seeing a new message from your manager.

nara: the show’s over, and someone’s waiting for you backstage. left side ;)

you paused, furrowing your brow. "someone's waiting for me?" you muttered. you hadn’t scheduled any post-show meetings, but maybe it was a surprise or a fan wanting a picture.

"everything alright?" hyoma’s voice broke your thoughts. you glanced up, meeting his eyes as he stood near you, clearly still buzzing from the show.

"yeah, just not sure who’s waiting for me," you answered, pocketing your phone and trying to mask your confusion. "it’s probably nothing."

"right," hyoma said, his tone light, though you could tell he was curious too. "well, good luck. but you were amazing out there, seriously. i think you just raised the bar for lv."

you smiled at his praise, appreciating the sincerity. "thanks, hyo. you too."

the backstage bustle continued, but your thoughts were somewhere else. someone’s waiting kept echoing in your mind, making your stomach twist slightly. you looked to the left, where the entrance to the private area was.

and just as you turned the corner to head in that direction, you were met with the bustling noise of staff and the familiar energy of models and designers. but no one stood waiting for you there.

you scanned the space again, but it was just the usual chaos. no one seemed out of place, no one had been expecting you.

you shrugged it off and headed toward your dressing area, still feeling a bit puzzled. maybe it was a miscommunication. or maybe your manager had something else planned for you that you weren’t aware of.

then, the moment you let the thought go and began unbuttoning your outfit, you felt a presence behind you.

a chill ran up your spine.

you didn’t need to look to know who it was.

sae.

you froze, heart thundering in your chest, your body instinctively reacting before your mind could catch up. you didn’t even have to turn around to know it was him; the familiar pull of his presence, the warmth that seemed to radiate from him, was all too much for you to ignore.

before you could stop yourself, your feet moved, and in one quick motion, you found yourself turning around and stepping into his arms, your hands wrapping around his waist almost desperately.

the moment you made contact, you realized what you had done.

you pulled away quickly, a flush creeping up your neck as your brain caught up to your instincts.

sae didn’t seem fazed. his arms remained loosely around you, a faint smile curling on his lips. he looked at you, his gaze soft. “guess i’m that irresistible, huh?” his voice was smooth, teasing, but there was an underlying warmth that made your chest tighten.

you cleared your throat, your hands still trembling a bit from the unexpected rush of emotions. “i didn’t mean to do that. it’s just-” you cut yourself off, realizing that whatever explanation you were going to give didn’t really matter. he was here now, and you were still caught in the web of his presence.

sae raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were amused by your sudden fluster. “you always get so worked up, y/n.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to regain some semblance of control. “i'm not worked up,” you muttered, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “you sure about that?”

the proximity made your stomach flip. his scent, the way he moved so effortlessly, it made everything inside you feel alive, but you hated how easily he could do that to you. you were supposed to be calm, collected, professional. yet every time he was near, it was as if the rules didn’t apply.

instead of responding, you took a step back, putting some distance between you, hoping the space would cool your racing pulse. "3hat are you even doing here? i thought you were in madrid for the league," you asked, trying to shift the focus away from your embarrassing moment.

sae shrugged, his expression still that casual, lazy smirk you were far too familiar with. “i'm already the best, no? also, i couldn't miss you opening the show. thought i'd make a surprise visit.” he leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving you. “and i missed you.”

his words hit you like a wave, the casual way he said it making your chest tighten. “you missed me?” you echoed, unable to hide the way your voice wavered slightly. your mind raced, trying to process how effortlessly he could make you feel like this.

sae’s smirk softened into something a little more genuine, a hint of warmth flickering in his eyes. “yeah. you know i don’t really like being away from you for too long.” his voice was still playful, but there was an underlying sincerity in it that you hadn’t expected.

you swallowed, unsure of how to respond to that. you hadn’t expected him to show up, and now, standing so close, everything felt like it was coming at you all at once. his presence, the tension, the way his words seemed to make everything else fade into the background. it was almost too much to handle in this moment, especially after everything that had happened between you two.

"how many girls did you tell that already?"

sae took a small step closer, his smirk still in place, but there was a shift in his eyes, more serious. he tilted his head, studying you, before speaking again, his voice low.

"i’ve only told you that," he said, his gaze locking with yours, as if to make sure you understood the weight of his words. "you're the only one that matters enough for me to say something like that."

the air between you two grew heavier, the tension thickening as his words hung in the space between you. you swallowed, not sure what to make of it, but there was something in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

"ugh, stop teasing," you said, trying to sound annoyed, but the warmth spreading through your chest betrayed you.

sae chuckled, his eyes glinting with that familiar playful spark. "i'm not teasing, y/n. i’m being serious."

you rolled your eyes, but deep down, something inside you softened, even as you tried to hold onto your composure. "yeah, well, don’t get all serious on me now," you muttered, glancing away.

he grinned, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder for a brief moment before pulling away. "are you done here? let's have a drink, or two."

"okay."

chapter 031 > here > chapter 033

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[jynxeddraca]

The Wigmaker Job

Okay, back with a more nuanced take of the story. Spoilers for The Wigmaker Job under the read more. It is also a bit long.

First of all: Courtney Woods, who wrote The Wigmaker Job, clearly has siblings or has an editor who does because the Dellamorte boys interact exactly like brothers and I love it.

Now that that is out of the way, I will admit that some of the 'Lucanis is acting like a dick' genuinely comes across more like how siblings act with each other than him actually being a dick. For example, letting Illario tie the Venatori to the chair, then stabbing him, and then drawing out his sword smirking as Illario gets out of the way of any blood splatter so as not to ruin his very nice outfit. That is 100% how me and my brothers would be if we were assassins.

But then we do get to less sibling-like dickishness and more just being a dick. Lucanis changing the plan on Illario or just leaving him in the dark. Like the shortcut through the venedhal sculpture, or the fact that they weren't going to sneak into the party and not go through the front door. Sure Lucanis scolds him about reading the dossier, but considering the plan seems to have changed at least twice that I caught (how to get into the party maybe, and then when killing Ambrose), either Illario has learned that the dossiers that Lucanis writes will only have a suggestion of a plan, or the plan has already changed from what was written down and Illario is trying to figure out what's the new plan. Lucanis tells him "you'll see" when asked outright what the plan is. Twice, in fact. And a third time by a slave. Poor Illario is so fucking done with that phrase at the end of the story.

Also, Lucanis absolutely seems like he's looking down on Illario for his skill-sets even though they absolutely come in handy. Not only that, but Lucanis imagines at one point Illario arguing "but seducing a beautiful woman is hard work" and honestly, yeah - I'm with Illario on this one. People skills - especially skills that involve being that level of charming, distracting, while also pickpocketing the head of security - is absolutely hard work.

Which, segue into DAV: we actually see this a couple of times in the game where Lucanis outright tells Illario that 'this isn't your kind of job' because there's no one to seduce, charm, or distract. He and all the Crows that comment on his skills are entirely dismissive of Illario. In The Wigmaker Job, we see a little bit of Illario's skill with a blade where he throws a blade (I'm assuming a knife) past Lucanis's head in order to kill a guard. That is not an easy throw to make, but sadly we don't really see him do much else because in The Wigmaker Job Lucanis stops him every other time he goes to kill someone.

Which brings me to a line in The Wigmaker Job Illario says that really stuck out to me:

"Never known you to have a soft heart."

Context is that Lucanis stops him from killing a witness - a slave who their mark is clearly starving and abusing (they can see the 'seams of her joints' and the wig maker ripped all her hair out of her head because she had split ends). Illario is clearly surprised by this. Between this line, the comment on Lucanis's "cavalier attitude", and the line where he asks when Lucanis is going to 'stop doing Caterina's bidding' leads me to think that normally Lucanis wouldn't have left witnesses.

Which honestly makes me wonder if all the plan changing during a job is also new. It almost feels like to me that perhaps that isn't new new, but something that has been slowly developing and is finally coming to a head in this particular job, because Illario honestly seems shocked when the exchange of "That's not the job." "Fuck the job." happens. What kills me, is that that exchange is on the very next page from "That cavalier attitude's going to get you killed."

Either way, Illario is pretty obviously worried about his cousin and honestly, if I was in his shoes I would be too. From what I can tell Lucanis is acting erratic, but not erratic enough to get called anything but "cavalier", and taking unnecessary risks.

Oh my gods does he take unnecessary risks. In the name of 'vengeance' Lucanis stabs a magic crystal keeping demons at bay rather than just killing their mark when they have a chance because, and I quote: "Death's too good for this bastard". Which I don't disagree with but because of this he get three broken ribs, and has his hip, thigh, and bicep "perforated" by razor-sharp, demon-possessed hair. And then he walks to the dock - while bleeding - to find Illario, refuses a healer, and has Illario bribe the tavern owner to stop trying to kick him out - again, while he is actively bleeding out in the tavern.

Gee, I wonder why Illario would ever be concerned about Lucanis's behavior. /sarcasm.

I am going to preface this next statement with I am not a psychologist. These are purely my own opinions.

Overall there are a few things that have stuck in my mind after reading The Wigmaker Job:

Lucanis drastically (and unnecessarily) changes the plan at least once, possibly twice depending on what was in the dossier he gave Illario.

Lucanis has abruptly, according to Illario, developed a "soft heart" and not only spared a witness, but sought vengeance on his mark's victims (again, not part of the contract).

Illario openly expresses concern that Lucanis is doing things in a manner that he's worried is going to get Lucanis killed.

Lucanis is badly injured and doesn't appear to do anything to actually bandage himself up - outright rejecting the idea of getting a healer.

Illario's whispered "Even if it kills you." line near the end of the story.

I am not the first person to make this connection, and I probably won't be the last, but I think Lucanis is feeling trapped in his life and is looking for a way out. The people he spared/rescued/exacted vengeance for were all slaves, and he clearly cares very little about his own well-being. Furthermore, he is delaying returning to Treviso at the summons of Caterina and his conversation with Illario after the job makes it pretty damn clear they both know Caterina is going to name Lucanis as her heir, even though he decidedly does not want it and thinks Illario deserves it.

While I don't think he's necessarily trying to get himself killed, I also don't think he can see a better way out.

"It's impossible to refuse Caterina," Lucanis admitted reluctantly. "Only prolong her, until she sees reason."

This quote feels like the crux of his predicament. Lucanis cannot tell Caterina 'no'. Caterina has molded him too well for him see any other path than the one she lays out, no matter how much he denies it and wants otherwise. Since that's the only option he sees, he starts leaning towards the only other path available.

Which brings me to Illario. I mentioned earlier that Lucanis is clearly acting unlike himself but not so far as to be considered 'erratic' so much as 'cavalier'. However, I'm not sure Illario recognizes what's going on until we get to the whispered "Even if it kills you." line. I think it is at that point that Illario has put all the pieces together and realizes he is watching the start of what is essentially a glacial-paced death throe.

In that moment, Illario probably decides that if nothing changes then he is going to watch his cousin die either via 'cavalier attitude' during a job, or watch as the job of First Talon slowly kills him from the inside out. This is - in my opinion - the first domino that truly falls which leads to their events in Veilguard.

I think Illario uses the desire to have title of First Talon as well as how Crow politics work to justify to others (and maybe to himself a little bit) as to why he tried to have Lucanis killed. However, I do not for a moment think Illario wants Lucanis dead. I do think Illario feels that it would preferable for Lucanis to be dead so he can mourn him once rather than mourn all the little deaths that will be witnessed.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

[knight--error]

Heyyy I'm sure someone else has already told you this but Ravelry has THOUSANDS of free patterns that are really easy to search through and find good stuff for different skills levels.

If I've done this properly, this should link to search results for free + low difficulty knitting patterns. If I haven't, it just goes to Ravelry, and I apologize. (Plain link below if you don't like accessing random hyperlinks.)

https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/search#craft=knitting&difficulties=1%7C2&availability=free&sort=favorites&view=large_mobile

can I get some beginner knitting pattern recommendations (preferably free)? Ive made a scarf, practiced rib and stockinette stitches, and frankly don’t know what to make next.

[immanuelcouldnt]

Experimenting a little.

[robo-dino-puppies]

you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other-

-you never say what you're really thinking.

[ratcandy]

has anyone written a fic/au where you take the line Loop says about "becoming one" with siffrin after the act 6 fight literally . like Loop disappears and there's a brief moment of sadness while Siffrin holds the space they last were and sighs and looks up at the Favor Tree and it's all sad and whatever until they hear in the back of their head "hey stardust! remember when i said 'i'll join you so we can be one'. haha! well. um. you will never guess what just happened"

[thatgirl4815]

Saw someone do this on Twitter for the trailer, so I counted the number of scenes per couple in the OST video:

RaySand: 8

TopMew: 6

BostonNick: 5

(I'm excluding all the cuts of RaySand singing in the car since that's basically continuous and likely won't be included in the show itself.)

[that-ineffable-devil]

Other Autistic Friend: "You just HAVE to mask in the real world and in your job, you can't just be autistic all time time."

Me: OK first of all, I AM autistic all the time so let's start there. Second of all, why?

OAF: "Because you just can't. It puts people off. I mean, it's not fair, but that's just how it is."

Me: OK, but why?

OAF: "Because you can't expect people to deal with you being weird all the time."

Me: OK but I'm expected to deal with them being the way they are all the time? Me and all of us NDs?

OAF: "Well...yeah."

Me: But why?

OAF: "Because that's just how it works, I don't know!"

Me: Sounds to me like that's just the way it works because they say so, and that's a stupid reason to keep doing it. I'm too fucken old and have too many chronic problems to fucken play pretend all day for a bunch of people who can't handle someone who doesn't fake it for them. *shrugs*

[thesimplicityofchance]

I really wanna gather and write about how our perception of robots and how humans intermingle with them has changed so much over the years. But I wanna do it specifically through the scope of movies and shows where we see it and how it slowly delvoped. Because even as late as the 1960s we had shows and movies with people falling for robots or being tricked into loving robots. And the way it is handled and those relationships are viewed is so uniquely interesting to me. I am curious as well if it was these instances that really helped shape people's minds about acceptance of robots as a sentient functioning life more so than a machine meant as a distraction. It's mainly in sci-fi and horror that we see it early on too, which is even more intriguing.

[smalltimidbean]

I can not be the only one wondering what a Maurice clone would look like.

Fake Maurice?? Maurice clone?? Idk what it would be called tbh-

Interesting idea, but I am probably not gonna make a Fake Maurice, I'm afraid!

There is no reason in my canon for him to be cloned, nor would he have been around to get cloned - I also don't want to do a hypothetical, bc I will get attached and want to keep him dfglkjdfsg

Also, arguably speaking, he is already kinda is a clone himself, considering he is just a Peppino palette swap with longer hair kjdfgkj

[majaboogeh]

i've been up for twenty minutes and out of the three april fool's jokes i've seen so far this is the only funny one

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

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runaway bride (one-shot)

summary: on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal. pairing: old man!logan x fem!reader content warnings: smut (18+, mdni), oral - f receiving, dirty talk, manhandling, light choking, unprotected p in v sex (be safe folks!), doggy style, cowgirl, public sex in his limo, creampie but logan just keeps going, mentions of cheating (but not from logan), toxic relationship / friendship, implied age gap (but no mention of how old reader is), no use of y/n. word count: 3.6k a/n: ok, this is complete filth. i'm not even sure how this story came about or how it even came to mind, but here it is... i wanted to write old man logan so badly so what better way to do that is to write a smutty one-shot???

“Are you fucking serious?!” you exclaim, having opened the door to see your fiancé and your maid of honor in a heated kiss, hands exploring each other’s bodies. They both pull away from each other abruptly, eyes widening as the sudden realization of getting caught now settling in.

“Baby, it’s not–”

“Fucking save it.” You remove your engagement ring and toss it in his general direction, tears trickling the corners of your eyes. 

Your best friend tries to step forward, but you raise your hand in the air and glare at her. “Don’t fucking get near me or I will lay you on your ass.”

“I’m sorry–” your fiancé begins to say.

“We’re done.” you interrupt, anger fuming in your veins. “You can go out there and tell everyone that the wedding’s canceled because fuck you,” you tell him and then point to your maid of honor, your best friend of over fifteen years. “And fuck you.” 

You don’t even bother to hear their protests, already having turned on your heel and left the building without telling anyone. You see two limos parked out front, knowing that one belonged to your bridal party and the other belonging to your fiancé and his groomsmen. You don’t have time to think which one was the limo you rode in, already wanting to leave far, far away from here. 

Pulling open the door, you slide inside and then finally allow yourself to let the tears fall. You bury your face in your hands, your breaths coming in pants. 

“Just– Just take me anywhere else but here,” you tell the driver, looking up and expecting to see the same driver from this morning. When you realize it’s someone else entirely, you bite your lower lip and shake your head. Of fucking course you chose the limo that your fiancé had been in.

“A bit early to be leaving your own wedding, isn’t it?” he says, looking at you from the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, well, the wedding is off. Can you just take me away from here?” 

Logan clears his throat. It doesn’t take a genius to know what might have happened, but he also knows that you’re not the one who he’s meant to drive and he’s certainly aware that you aren’t the one who’s going to be paying him either. 

“Listen, darlin’, I’m supposed to be driving the groom and–”

“Well, he can go fuck himself. Can you please just drive?”

“Last I checked, he’s paying me and you ain’t.”

“Oh, he’s gonna still pay you. Now, drive.” you tell him, holding his gaze. “Please.”

Logan stares at you. He isn’t sure what exactly happened, but based on the conversations he heard the groom and groomsmen having earlier that morning, he has some idea that it had to do with the groom cheating on you. He just lets out a grunt and then starts the engine, pulling away from the curb and driving away from the venue.

He doesn’t know where he’s supposed to go or where you want to go, so he just drives. Logan continuously looks at you from the rearview mirror, now fully taking in your features. Logan wasn’t a man who ever cheated on a woman he was with; he’s always been so loyal, especially to the ones he cares about the most. He never understood why men (and women) cheat, why they just couldn’t end the relationship if they were no longer happy. 

He hears you sniffling from the backseat and Logan slowly comes to a stop at a red light. He turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder. “Bub, you gotta tell me where you wanna go or else I’m just gonna keep charging him.”

“Good. Let’s take a trip to fucking Mexico and make him pay for it,” you say through gritted teeth. 

Logan lets out an amused chuckle and then presses lightly on the gas once the light turns green. He keeps one hand on the steering wheel as he uses his free hand to enter Mexico on his phone and–

“Wait, I wasn’t serious.”

“No? Then, where do you wanna go, darlin’?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Anywhere but here.” you mumble to yourself.

Logan nods to himself and then sets his focus on the road ahead of him. He doesn’t know where to go, but he does find that he doesn’t want this ride to end. Even in the silence, he finds your presence soothing, comforting. He knows you’re having a shitty day – after all, you probably had woken up this morning expecting to be married by the end of today. 

He does keep stealing glances at you, finding you completely captivating. Even when your eyes meet his from the rearview mirror, Logan feels like he had been caught staring and a blush slowly blooms across the side of his neck. He’s too old to be feeling like this, like some kind of a teenager with a crush on the most beautiful girl who’s out of his league.

“How about some food?” Logan asks after driving for about twenty minutes. “Are you hungry?” 

“No.”

“Okay,” he sighs. “Wanna go to a bar? Drink your problems away?”

“No.”

Logan tightens his jaw and then pulls into a gas station, putting the car in park as he turns around to look at you. You bite your lower lip, getting a good view of just how handsome your driver is. He’s definitely older than you, gray in his beard and hair, crow’s feet at his eyes, but you can’t help the attraction you feel towards him. Suddenly, you’re well aware that you’re staring too long at him because when you finally meet his eyes, he’s smirking. 

“Why’d we stop?” you ask.

“Gotta fill up, especially if I don’t know how long I’ll be driving you around,” Logan replies. “You want anything from inside?” 

Just as the question leaves his lips, you climb out from the backseat and walk inside. Logan sighs and steps out of the limo as he follows you into the small store. He towers over you and he can’t help but get a good look at the dress you’re wearing. You look so angelic, so beautiful and serene – how could anyone think that there’s better than you? 

“Get whatever you want,” Logan calls out and you suddenly turn around to look up at him. He watches your lower lip pull itself between your teeth, sees your eyes take in his frame from top to bottom, and suddenly, he feels very shy under your gaze. Logan clears his throat, eyes narrowing. “What?” 

“Nothing,” you say, tilting your head up at him. “Just didn’t think… Well, not all limo drivers look like you.” 

“Not all limo drivers are like me either,” he mutters to himself. “Right. I’ll be up at the front. Just meet me there once you’re ready.” Then, Logan turns on his heel and slowly limps his way to the front, only glancing over his shoulder to briefly look at you. Your back’s already turned as you reach for a few items in the freezer section. 

After a few minutes, you meet Logan at the front of the store and drop two bottles of water and a cherry-flavored popsicle. Logan eyes you suspiciously, but you keep your eyes trained on your feet. He has to wonder if your mind is drifting to your fiancé. Once Logan pays the cashier, he motions for you to walk ahead of him with a slight nod and then he follows you outside. Logan quickly limps to the door and opens it for you, staring down at you. 

“Here,” you tell him, handing him one of the bottle of waters. 

Logan arches a brow. “Thanks,” he mumbles, the close proximity almost making him weak in the knees. His eyes deviate to your cleavage, clearing his throat when his mind begins to drift. All Logan can think about is seeing you come undone underneath him, trembling and moaning because of him. He has to take a step back, has to create some distance between your bodies. 

You then remove the wrapping of the popsicle and then wrap your lips around it, the deep red popsicle now coloring your lips. You keep your eyes locked on his and smile mischievously before you climb back inside. Logan shuts the door once you’re inside, the image of your lips around the popsicle giving him a clear image of your lips wrapping around his–

He hears the window roll itself down and Logan quickly walks around to the other side to fill up the tank, not bothering to look into the backseat as he feels the center of his black pants begin to tighten with each passing second. 

Logan hasn’t been intimate in a very long time, his main concern being Charles and his own health, but you… Well, you’re stirring something in Logan that he thought lay dormant. He craves you and he knows that you’re also very vulnerable, having just ran away from your own wedding after finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. Logan doesn’t want to take advantage of you, despite sensing that you might want him too. 

Once the tank is filled up, Logan then walks back to the driver’s seat and climbs in, starting the car. He looks at you from the rearview mirror, still sucking on the fucking popsicle with a dark gaze in your eyes. 

“Where to?” he says, not realizing how quiet his voice comes out.

“Anywhere.”

“Making it real difficult for me, bub.”

You pull the popsicle away from your mouth a quiet pop! and then lets a small smile line your lips, deeply red from your cherry-flavored popsicle. Logan’s hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and his claws threatening to come out as a result. 

“Fine. How about your place?” 

Logan lets out a quiet cough, not thinking that you’d be so forward and straight to the point. He shakes his head and then looks over at you from over his shoulder. “Don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin’. You’re only going to regret it and–”

“Listen, I just found out my fiancé and maid of honor were screwing around behind my back. The only regret I have right now is saying yes to marry that man and being friends with that woman. I don’t think I’m going to regret fucking you, though.”

Logan isn’t used to women saying what they want as bluntly as you do and it excites him. He doesn’t answer, just begins driving away from the gas station. He’s so hard beneath his pants, glancing over at you and seeing your eyes locked completely on his. He pulls up into an abandoned parking lot and parks the car, thankful that the windows on his limo are tinted. Logan climbs out from the driver’s seat and then opens the door to the backseat, gently reaching out to take the popsicle from your hands and tossing it over his shoulder. 

“Let’s have you suck something else, huh, darlin’?” 

You grin and then gently tug on the lapel of his jacket, pulling him inside with you as you shut the door behind him. You’re glad that the backseat of his limo is actually rather spacious because now that he’s hovering above you, he seems so much bigger than you, so much more broad. Your hands immediately move across his chest, feeling the chiseled muscles underneath your fingertips.

“I don’t normally do this,” Logan groans, feeling your lips move along the side of his neck, teeth grazing his skin.

“And what’s that? Fuck your passengers?” 

He growls lowly, moving his strong hands to your hips and pressing himself firmly against your lower half as he settles himself between your legs. “You always got a mouth on you?” 

You smirk and pull the ends of your dress higher up your legs until you bunch it at your hips, your white lace panties in full view for him. “Only when I want something.”

“Yeah, and what do you want?” Logan asks, hands moving to play with the waistband of your panties. 

“A distraction,” you grip the lapels of his jacket and bring him down to press your lips against his. He growls against your lips and tugs down your panties, hand moving quickly to your folds and running the length of his finger across your wet heat. 

Logan slides two fingers into you, not giving you time to get used to his thick digits. You let out a quiet gasp, pulling away from his lips to toss your head back at the intrusion. Logan moves you to sit back against the seat as he lies on his abdomen, lowering himself until his head settles between your legs. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him between your legs, your fiancé having never done this for you. When you feel his mouth latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves repeatedly as his fingers thrust in and out you, you have to let out a loud moan. Your hands move to his hair, gripping it tightly as your arousal drips onto the leather seat. 

Logan pulls his fingers out of you and laps at your juices. He stares up at you, watching as you toss your head back in ecstasy, your mouth agape as continuous moans escape your lips, and he can feel your walls begin to tremble, begin to tighten around his tongue. Logan knows his joints and muscles are going to ache after this, but he knows it’s going to be worth it. Knows that he’s going to want to do this again with you. 

With his free hand, Logan undoes the buckle on his belt, followed by undoing the zipper and button on his pants. He pushes his slacks and boxers down his legs to relieve the pressure against his manhood. He pulls back to look up at you, his chin and beard dripping wet from your slickness. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” he growls. 

“About fucking time.” 

Logan narrows his eyes and moves up your body, hand coming up to rest on your throat. He leans down and gently nips at your jawline until his forehead rests against yours, eyes staring deeply into your own. 

“You like this, don’t you, bub?” Logan whispers huskily, the grip around your throat tightening to add a bit of pressure. You gasp, eyes staring up at him as you feel the tip of his length brush against you repeatedly. The grip around your throat only makes you wetter and you lift your hips impatiently, chasing his hardened length to slide down onto him.

“So impatient,” he grins. Logan releases his grip around your throat and then grabs your hips, turning you over onto your stomach. He grabs you roughly, pulling you back into him as he grips the fabric of your dress. He pulls you to prop yourself on your hands on knees as he kneels behind you, gripping the base of his manhood as he rubs his tip along the length of your sex. 

“Please!” you say impatiently, trying to push back against him. 

Logan smirks and then pushes himself into your tight heat, not wasting any time in filling you to the hilt. He groans at your wetness, at the warmthness of your walls, the tight hold it has around his girth. He pulls back to his tip, only to slam back into you. Logan was telling the truth that he’s never done this before. Driving had only been a way for him to get extra cash, to keep his mind busy, and he certainly didn’t have time for this, but now he can’t even imagine parting ways with you after this. 

His thrusts continue, your walls sliding along his manhood and milking him with every movement. Logan moves to rest his chest firmly against your back, his lips hovering near your ear as you moan continuously with each thrust he delivers. 

“This what you wanted, huh, bub?” Logan growls, gently nipping at you earlobe. “Wanted me to fuck you like this?” He thrusts roughly into you, his skin slapping against yours. 

“Y–Yes!” you exclaim, slowly pushing your own hips back into his. Logan groans, leaning away from you and briefly pausing his movements to watch you move along him. He grunts to himself, lightly slapping your backside as he watches you push back against him. 

Logan watches himself disappear within your depths, only to reappear when you pull back, his entire length glistening with your arousal. He groans to himself and gently pulls out of you. You’re about to protest when he sits against the backseat and grabs you by the hips, placing you to sit on his lap. He grips your dress and rips it in half, causing a loud gasp of surprise to leave your lips. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. 

“Fuck the dress,” you reassure him. “I didn’t pay for it anyway.” 

Logan smirks and then feels you lower yourself down onto him, groaning at your tight walls wrapping itself once more around him. He reaches around and undoes your white lace bra, watching it fall from your body as you now sit firmly on his lap, completely naked and exposed for him. 

“Fuck me,” he grunts, watching your breasts bounce with your movements. He feels your hands begin to undo the buttons on his white button down shirt, removing it from his body. Today, he opted to forgo his usual white tank top, so when you lean in to press your chest against his, he can’t help but groan at the sensation of your erect nipples pressing firmly against him.

Logan feels your walls begin to tremble with each movement and he leans in to press his lips against yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. With one hand, he moves to grip your throat lightly, sliding his tongue past your lips when you let out a loud moan. He stares up at you, thrusting his hips upwards when your body begins to shake and the grip around your throat only tightens a smidge to cause pressure. 

Your eyes shut tightly and you reach down to grip his shoulders, slamming yourself firmly onto his lap as he feels you to the hilt. Logan doesn’t falter his movements though, chasing his own release. It comes out of nowhere there, hand dropping from the grip around your throat to grab his base, thrusting upwards once, twice, before he pulls out to see his release trickle out of you. 

You’re breathing heavily and you’re looking at him with a small smile and hooded eyes. When he looks down between your legs, his come continuing to trickle down your leg, it only ignites a fire inside of him and he suddenly feels hard again. 

“One more, bub,” Logan growls. “One more.” He thrusts his tip inside of you, grunting lowly before he slides back into you, hands gripping the meat of flesh on your thighs as he feels the stickiness of your arousal mixed in with his come against the base of his lower half. 

Your nails dig into his shoulders, dragging them down his arms as your walls are already overly sensitive. Logan doesn’t falter, but his thrusts do become more erratic. “Oh god,” you whimper, trying to pull yourself away from him, but Logan holds you firm on his lap, making you take his assault on you. 

You wanted a distraction and you were certainly getting it. 

Logan leans up and gently nips at your jawline as he plants his feet on the floor of his limo, driving his hips further upwards. He does this a few more times before he holds you against him, releasing into you a second time as he paints your walls with his thick spend. He’s breathing heavily, forehead resting against your chest as his hands on your thighs move to rest on your hips. 

“I uh, fuck,” he mumbles. “I should have asked first and–”

“Stop,” you interrupt. “I like that I can still feel you inside of me,” you smile, feeling him slowly pull out. Even though you miss his girth, his release remains and fills you up. You reach down to wipe the trickle of his come off your inner leg and capture it on the pads of your fingertips. You stare into his eyes and then bring your fingers to your lips, wrapping your lips around it and sucking his release off of it. “Mmm, yum.”

Logan growls, feeling his length stir awake once more. “That want you wanted?” he asks again. “A distraction?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “But I think I’m gonna want more distractions from you.”

Logan smirks. “That so, bub?”

“Oh yeah, I need someone to help me through this breakup,” you say honestly. “As long as that’s okay with you…”

Logan nods and then looks down at your exposed front, hand coming up to slowly knead your breast into the pit of his palm. “Yeah, baby. That’s more than okay with me.”

You grin excitedly, letting out a quiet whimper. “So… Your place then?”

“My place,” he confirms. “But how about you ride up front with me?” 

“Yes, please. I do want a taste of you,” you bite your lower lip, hand moving to gently run your fingertip along the length of his manhood. “And I want to do it while you’re driving.”

Logan groans. “Oh, you’re fucking naughty, aren’t you?” 

You nod shyly, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’ve been suppressed,” you admit. “My sex life has been… boring, to say the least.” 

“Blessing in disguise,” Logan points out. “Thank god you’re not getting married to a man who doesn’t take care of your needs.” He leans in and then pecks your lips. “Don’t worry, though, bub. I’m happy to take care of you until then.” 

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Boxer!Sukuna Part 2 - Becoming a Dad

I got this lovely ask about how Boxer!Sukuna would react if Reader got pregnant, and I wanted to write a little something for it. Thank you so much for sending me that.

You can read Part 1 of my Boxer!Sukuna headcanons here

Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, fluff + mentions of smut. Pregnancy, mentions of boxing injuries, modern AU. Sukuna + Reader are engaged. You can read Part 1 for more general headcanons about Boxer!Sukuna, and his and Reader's relationship. But you don't need Part 1 to understand Part 2. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels as if one of his opponents punched him in the guts when you place the positive pregnancy test in his lap and look at him with big, worried eyes. He catches himself quickly, though, when he sees how anxious you are, and pulls you on his lap, and wraps you in his strong arms. One large hand cups your head and cradles it against Sukuna's broad chest. "Hey, princess. It's ok. You hear me, sweetheart? Everything is fine."

++ Boxer!Sukuna sure as hell won't let you be scared. He is man enough to comfort you when you need it, even though he is probably just as nervous as you are. If you listen closely, you can hear how fast his heart is beating, but Sukuna makes sure to distract you from that by pressing his lips against your temple and murmuring reassurance to you, followed by little kisses.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would have kids. But he also never thought he would find love. But you changed him. You taught him love. So he thinks that you can also teach him how to be a dad. And the thought of having a baby with you fills him with such warmth and pride that he just knows he wants this and will make it work.

++ Boxer!Sukuna's low voice is as sure and confident as ever when he tells you, "Take your time to decide what you want. I will be with you on every path you choose. I love you. I'm your man, always. I couldn't imagine having a screaming little brat with anyone else. But with you? Yeah, absolutely. And if you make me a daddy, then I will make damn sure to be a good one. I want to have that baby with you."

++ Boxer!Sukuna can't help but smile when you press your face into his defined pecs and tell him that you are scared but that you want to have a baby with him, too.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is already your fiancé anyway, but if he hadn't already asked you to marry him, he would have done so right now after finding out you carry his baby under your heart.

++ Boxer!Sukuna places a large hand on your belly, his long fingers sprawling gently over it. It's astounding that a strong, rough man like him can touch someone this tenderly. It surprises him, too, and he laughs softly, already knowing he will be such a menace during your pregnancy. Super protective and always taking the best care of his soon-to-be wife and mommy of his little brat.

++ Boxer!Sukuna catches himself being more careful in the ring as your pregnancy progresses. He used to let his opponents land a few hard punches to rile him up and give the crowd a good show. But now he doesn't want to risk an injury. He is going to be a dad soon. He will have such a big responsibility. He cannot afford to get injured and land himself in the hospital for several weeks, or worse, have a lifelong injury that keeps him from being the husband and father he wants to be.

++ Boxer!Sukuna changes his tactic, dropping the playful show and instead ending his fights earlier with merciless, hard punches, which are aimed precisely. The fans are still cheering like crazy and happy about the show he gives them when Sukuna wins every fight with a knockout.

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels even more motivated now that you are having his baby. He wants to win the championship and that new advertising deal with that big clothing line. The one he has turned down for years because he thought it was stupid. But now he will say yes because he wants to get more money so he can assure his beautiful wife and baby will always have a good life and never have to worry about money at all.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is a busy man with all the long hours he has to invest in training and in the preparation for his fights. But he always tells his personal assistant, Uraume, to make time in his busy schedule for your doctor appointments during the pregnancy. He wants to be by your side. Wants to drive you there and make sure you get there safely. He wants to hold your hand while the two of you look at the ultrasound of your tiny baby, letting you know that Sukuna will keep his word.

++ Boxer!Sukuna has always been a very caring boyfriend/fiancé, and now he is an even more caring husband and soon-to-be daddy. Seeing you with your big baby bump makes him want to wrap you in his strong arms at all times, ensuring you are safe and taken care of.

++ Boxer!Sukuna loves bonding with you and your baby that’s growing inside you. You laugh and tease him for being so clingy, but he knows you love it. Sukuna loves showering with you, standing behind you, so much taller than you, letting you lean against his strong body while he wraps his arms around you, holding you safely in his embrace, making sure you won't slip. His large hands sprawl over your swollen belly while his lips trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders, and he grins anytime he feels his little baby kick strongly against mommy's belly and daddy's hand.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is extremely protective of you and his little daughter once she is born. No pictures are allowed. The paparazzi don't even dare come to your street. They try it once when you get out of the hospital with your newborn baby, but Sukuna scares them off by punching one of them. He has a mad grin on his tattooed face, sneering at that guy and telling him, "If you or any of your colleagues come near my wife or child, I will do the same thing again, but this time I'll make sure to knock out some of your teeth."

++ Boxer!Sukuna has won so many fights, so many titles and yet nothing touched him like holding his little girl in his strong, tattooed arms, gently swaying her from side to side at 3 am, after Sukuna rolled over in bed and kissed your naked shoulder, telling you to get some more sleep, "I will take care of the little princess." And now he is gazing down at this tiny little baby. His and your baby. And somehow, his vision is so blurry, and his eyes feel so weirdly moist.

++ Boxer!Sukuna smiles, a real smile, as he blinks the tears that almost welled up away and tells his little daughter, "You are the most perfect baby ever, little one. Not like all those ugly brats I see everywhere." He laughs to himself, low and raspy, just when you come out of the bedroom, rolling your eyes as you walk up to him with a matching laugh falling from your lips. You get on your tiptoes to kiss the tattoos on Sukuna's cheek and tell him he is the worst, with a voice full of love, and Sukuna thinks he is the luckiest guy ever.

++ Boxer!Sukuna wraps one strong arm around you and pulls you against his tall, muscular body, hugging you gently while he carries your little baby in his other arm. Holding both of his girls, grinning because he knows this here is the best thing he ever had. Better than any title he has ever won and will ever win.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still needs you to kiss his boxing gloves before each fight. But now he also added a new ritual. Brushing over the soft hair of his little daughter with his boxing gloves before he leans down to press a kiss on her little forehead and tell her, "Daddy will win this fight. For you and mommy."

++ Boxer!Sukuna is mature enough to know that a boxing arena isn't the right place for a baby, so he would never ask you to sit in your usual spot but rather have you backstage, cuddling your daughter while you watch his fight on the screen without all the loud noises and the riled up atmosphere. But on the evenings, when you have a babysitter and you can sit in front of the boxing ring, Sukuna fights extra well, spurred on by the knowledge that you are there. Just like he fucks you extra good in his private locker room afterward, taking you hard and rough against the wall, loving that he and you can be as loud as you want here, making sure you squeal his name over and over again like a prayer.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still takes you on dinner dates on those nights when you have someone who looks after your daughter. Because he wants the two of you to always stay lovers, too, and not just mommy and daddy. He makes sure to savor those dates thoroughly, flirting with you, leaning across the table to kiss you and whisper dirty things in your ear, or complimenting you on how beautiful you look. He makes sure to not just fuck you all riled up after a fight but also make sweet slow love to you, telling you to look deeply into his maroon eyes as he rolls his hips against yours and lets you feel every inch of his long and thick cock.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is very passionate about his boxing career, but his little family always comes first. When you are sick, he cancels a big fight just so he can stay home and look after you and your daughter, and somehow, it makes him become even more popular because suddenly, the big, bad boxing champion seems a lot more human to everyone.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is adamant about teaching his little girl how to fight, just like her daddy. She gets her first boxing gloves on her third birthday. Pink ones with Hello Kitty on them, and Sukuna proudly shows her how to punch the little punching bag he bought for her and installed in the living room.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never wants his daughter to actually follow in his footsteps and become a boxer because he knows he won't be able to stand in front of the ring and watch his little princess get hit. But he is so proud of her when she punches her little punching bag.

++ Boxer!Sukuna tells his little girl to fight him, grinning his boyish grin as he circles around the living room doing a "boxing match" against his little one. He lets her land several punches on his abs, and Sukuna groans dramatically and sinks to his knees before he lets himself fall onto his side and lie there, holding back his laughter while you count to ten and declare your giggling daughter the winner.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is such a successful and feared boxer, always living up to his stage name, The King of Curses. So strong and intelligent, seemingly unbeatable. But the two of you are his big weakness. You brought Sukuna to his knees, and he loves every second of it.

Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would be a dad, but now that he is one, he can't even imagine how life was before the three of you became a family. His little family will always be his safe haven. His retreat after all the exhausting time in the boxing ring and in front of all those flashing cameras. This here is truly all he needs. His two girls. The two loves of his life. No matter how many titles Sukuna wins, the titles he will always be the most proud of are husband and daddy.

IT WAS SO NICE AND COMFORTING TO WRITE THIS 💗💗 He makes me so lovesick!! What a man!!

I hope this little story could give you comfort, too. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗