#But i'm too out if it to properly notice so...

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And here’s how they realise they’ve got a problem, and start moving out of burnout and into something more healthy.

They recognise (only to themselves at first) that "I'm just tired" has just been their way of managing exhaustion for far too long.

They recognise that their ghosting, distractions and numbness are signs of burnout, not laziness or personal failings.

They admit they’re miserable, and realise they have nothing to lose except their misery, so they might as well try something small, something new that may be better than their current way of dealing with things.

They pick something they’ve enjoyed in the past, and just try it again, in a bite-sized chunk, just out of interest.  No pressure, no need to “achieve” anything, just engaging in it out of curiosity and for the possible joy of just doing it.

They choose one day to reply to a text instead of just ignoring it.  They say something like. “Sorry I’ve not replied sooner, things are pretty tough at the moment, but I’ll aim to reply properly once I can.”

They block arseholes (on tumblr, and elsewhere), no warnings, explanations or apologies needed or given.

They notice they’re falling asleep whenever they stop in the daytime, so they decide to get ahead of it and properly nap / rest when they’re able.  Soon they begin to look forward to these naps, and after sometime they realise, “It’s ok to stop when I need to”.

Soon after this, they decide to do some of the “stupid” things they enjoyed when they were a kid, like playing around with doodles, or just sitting watching the clouds.  They figure they’re exhausted anyway, they might as well be exhausted doing something fun.

They extend this to giving themselves a day off.  They noticed they weren’t completely outraged when a colleague had a day off for sickness or personal reasons, and figure maybe they could try this too.  They call in sick, just for one day, and take the day to be kind to themselves, no guilt, no shame, just a day to start to make space for recovery.

They’re honest with themselves, and admit it’s not (just) about the soup. 

They start making lists of things that piss them off about their life, and life in general, and then they start answering these lists with the same good advice they’ve been giving out all this time.

This feels hard, and humbling, but it reminds them that they do know what they need, and they can be a friend to themselves, and kind to themselves as well as others.

They notice that they’re “always on”, and get triggered really easily when they feel like they “have to” respond, so they stop caring so much about performing for others, and start looking after themselves a bit better, extending the same grace that they offer friends to themselves.

They look out for signs of grace from the universe: a smile, a helping hand, someone checking in with them.  

After a while, they start tentatively responding, smiling back, offering help to others (within what they can genuinely manage), and replying honestly when others ask how they’re doing.  

They may even ask for small favours here and there, the kind that they would be happy to offer to others.

They can’t afford therapy, and don’t know where to start, so they look for apps that might help.  

They find an app called “healthy minds program” that offers them an easy way into this thing called wellbeing.  It’s free, advertised as helping them learn the skills for wellbeing and lessening stress.

They enjoy the 5 minute lessons and meditations, particularly the emphasis on whatever they’re feeling being alright, and being able to “meditate” while getting on with their daily life.

They realise that the key to making life work for them is slowing down, bit by bit.  Learning to enjoy the simple things again, and slowly achieving progress, day by day. https://hminnovations.org/meditation-app (links at the top and  towards the bottom of the page)

Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.

[hrrtshape]

things that coryo does in my critic dr <3

he always refills my glass before his own.

lets me pick the entrées, but insists on choosing the wine.

lets me pick out weird little condiments for fun and puts them front row in our fridge.

he brings me warm towels from the radiator after i shower.

he eats my "failed" recipes like they're gourmet and says "don't care love it."☹️

takes notes in the margins of the menu and underlines things just to make me laugh.

tucks his napkin into my lap without asking.

pulls my chair out before sitting down himself. always.

never makes me carry anything. he just takes the bags.

rubs my feet after long nights in heels, no questions asked.

always😭stops😭to😭tie😭my😭coat😭properly😭with😭his😭little😭c'meres.

always orders dessert "for me" even when i say i'm too full.

pats the seat beside him when i return from the powder room.

has strong opinions on butter but lets me win if i get pouty.

steals bites from my plate but only after making sure i'm full.

kisses the top of my head absentmindedly when i'm taking notes.

brings me home fig jam and fancy sea salt "just because."

reads eveeeeeery single ingredient on the packaging before buying something for me.

he brings me croissant scraps on a little plate while i'm writing.

reads eeeeeeeeeeveryyyyyyyy one of my reviews.

wakes me up by pulling the covers off and handing me tea.

helps me into his shirts after late-night baths.

calls ahead to restaurants we're reviewing to make sure they serve my favourite bread.

takes over all the stirring when my arms get tired but lets me pretend i'm helping.

acts unfazed in public, then gets unbearably affectionate in private.

stands behind me when i'm cooking, arms wrapped around me like a vine, chin on my shoulder, silent.😭

always walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

makes sure we sit for at least two hours at every restaurant. like. very "my girl gets a proper date."

double-knots my apron when we bake together.

picks the best peaches at the market and hands me the softest one.

keeps a little vial of my favourite vanilla in the cupboard.

walks me to the bathroom door and waits for me outside at restaurants.

fixes my lipstick smudges with his thumb.

takes the stems off my strawberries before handing them to me.

calls ahead to check if places have my favourite dessert, even if we're not reviewing them.

puts the heater on low befooooore i say i'm cold.

keeps a soft cardigan in the car for me just in case:(

he fixes my heel straps in public when they slip. crouches !!!!right!!!!! down.

scoops foam off his cappuccino and gives it to me if mine collapsed.

refills my glass before i notice it's low.

scratches my back absentmindedly when i'm lying on him.

keeps receipts from places we loved "for later."

keeps one drawer in the kitchen just for my "cute little tools."

he gets so, so serious about lighting candles before dinner if i cooked.

puts my slippers by the bath without!!!!!!!!! being !!!!!!!!asked.!!!!!!!!!

he makes me try his dish first when we eat out. always. spoon straight to my mouth.

he memorised my favourite scent and bought it as a room spray for our flat.😤

[lush-escape]

This is Me Trying

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

synopsis: your friend takes you out to a street race to meet her boyfriend and his brothers

a/n: street racing Jason Todd won't leave my brain. I'm going to do my best to keep reader as ambiguous as possible. Updates will probably be slow between work but I will also be posting this to my AO3 which i will link here. I hope you enjoy ♡

next: part 2

“I just don't see the entertainment in it, is all.” You try to explain to your friend. She had finally, finally, dragged you to one of her boyfriend's street races. You could see the appeal to them. Hot people racing dangerously and illegally in cars or on motorcycles, what's not to like? Aside from the fact that you only get to see them take off and then they're gone. A whole ten seconds of oggling.

“It's not just the race,” your friend smiles as she drags you along the sidewalk. It's dark out, almost midnight already, groups of people walking alongside you to the meet up.

“Its also the after party. You will have fun. I promise. Maybe you'll meet someone.” She shrugs, you roll your eyes. And yet you follow along like a puppy dog to humor her all the same.

It's crowded, almost overly so. Suffocating in a way. But your friend finds her boyfriend easily like she has a GPS radar on him. He's handsome, because of course he is. Dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, dark brown skin. Dick, she said his name was. This is your first official time meeting him.

He's friendly and polite and his smile was bright enough to power up Superman if he really put his mind to it. You doubt it would be hard for him. You stand off to the side a bit awkwardly as the two talk for a second, catching up. You hear him mention his brothers.

There's more of him?

You can hear your friend and Dick talking quietly to each other before you catch;

“Yeah, I mean.. Jay's here tonight. I could introduce them.” Dick mumbles with a smile and you notice him burying his face into the side of your friend's hair. Ugh.

“Jason?” A younger voice pipes up, you turn your head to take in the newcomers. “If you hate your friend you could just say that, there is no need for torture.” Dick laughs before introducing his younger brother, Damian.

He says they're adopted but you find that hard to believe when they look almost identical. Aside from the fact Damian has green eyes instead of blue. Both black hair and dark skinned. Damian speaks more properly, you notice, with a hint of an accent you can't quite place.

“I dunno man,” another speaks. Tim, you find out his name is. “Jason's been in a pissy mood all day. I wouldn't-”

“It's fine, it's fine! It'll be good for him. He needs to make new friends.” Dick insists.

They're talking about you as if you're not even there - not giving you a chance to speak for yourself on if you want to meet this Jason person or not. Your friend laughs. You glare.

Damian and Tim share a look before shaking their heads and that doesn't look promising at all. You're regretting your agreement to come along but your friend places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I've met Jason before, he's nice.” But you know what her definition of “nice” is. It's far different than your own.

“Yeah, mhm.” You respond with a half hearted smile.

But the group walks further into the crowd. More cars and motorcycles come into view. You learn that Dick races with a 1979 trans am, one that he rebuilt with his brothers. The five of you walk by it and it's impressive. You find out that Tim is, apparently, still hesitant on racing while Damian claims he's too young - Dick teased him for being scared which earns him a chop to his throat.

‘If Jason is like these three then he can't be so bad.’ you think to yourself.

Until you see him. The small group stands in front of a heavily modded black and red Honda CBR600RR. It's nice. Clean. You stare at the bike until a gruff voice cuts you out of your thoughts.

“What, Dick?” Jason's expression is one of pure irritation as he tunes his bike.

He's tall and built like a brick shit house. Your mouth almost goes dry. Black hair with a white tuft in the front with a broad chest, beefy biceps, and piercing blue eyes. Oh boy.

“Just showing the angel around,” Dick slings an arm around your friend's shoulder. “And her friend.” Dick gestures to you. Tim and Damian step aside, a parting of the sea. You stand silently, almost dumbfounded, until you find your voice again.

“Uh, hey-” You try.

“No. I don't want to talk to people.” He cuts you off.

Oh.

“Told you,” Damian snickers quietly to Tim with a crooked smirk who shakes his head with a snort of laughter that he tries to cover with his hand. Your friend gives you a sympathetic look.

Great.

“C'mon, Jay. Don't be rude, I was trying to introduce- ” Dick tries again.

“Ain't got time. Race starts soon.” Jason grunts as he stands to his full height and holy shit is he intimidating. “Sorry, little birdie.” He comments as his gaze sizes you up. But he turns away before you can even get a word in.

‘Nice my ass.’ You think to yourself with an eye roll off to the side. Dick shoots you a sympathetic smile before he leads you and your friend away from Jason back towards his trans am.

“Worry not. That was him being polite.” Damian turns his smirk to you. Lovely.

It's a warm night in Gotham already and the crowd of people definitely doesn't help. “So it's always like this?” You ask your friend as you watch groups of people walk by laughing and talking. She nods in response.

“It's fun! I didn't think the racing scene in Gotham was this big but it kinda makes sense I guess.”

“I never even knew there was a ‘racing scene’.” You comment in response which gets a small laugh from Dick.

“Oh yeah, the scene’s huge here. It's fun and illegal, two things that every Gothamite loves.” He jokes.

“So, do you race for fun or.. is there a pool involved?” You ask Dick. The most knowledge you had about street racing was from the Fast and the Furious movies.

“For fun!” Dick beams. “Okay, well- winning the pot is nice, obviously. But personally? I do it for fun.” The answer makes sense to you. Dick gives off the vibes of an adrenaline junkie with the energy of a golden retriever.

“And Jason?” You ask, pretending to simply be curious. Dick stops for a second before he smiles at you. He looks at you like he knows something you don't.

“He races-...” Dick cuts himself off, his eyes roam off to the side as he chooses his words.

“Jason races to forget.” Tim finished for Dick who simply nods in response.

“Cliche.” You respond.

“Very.” Damian agrees. He looks less than impressed. “For him racing is simply a way to focus solely on the rush. Nothing else.”

[m0narche]

Cw: Yandere themes, heavy infantilization, mommy kink, forced captivity.

"Oh little one..."

The freezing cold bubble of shock and numbness pops when he reaches for your face to wipe away the messy tears streaming down and you can't even flinch away –not that he'd like that.

"It's okay, shh you're safe, sweet thing. Everything's okay" Each word feels no less heavy and painful than a blade cutting through your tender beating muscle. Your ears are ringing and the world feels so loud, it's just too much. So unpleasant, unbearable –And he would love to tell you that you're too sensitive to survive.

It takes a few seconds of grounding for your hearing to be fully restored, that's when you realize you've been sobbing on his lap the entire time –Ah, that explains the coddling, why he's been bouncing you on his thigh, why his arms feel somehow more like a cage than usual.

"I'm so sorry Mommy had to scare you like that. But you needed to learn your lesson."

Right.

Suguru came home to a broken window since you didn't have time to cover up your tracks. The sound of the keys jigging in the keyhole coupled with his sickly sweet signature call of "Sweetheart I'm home" made your mind go blank and sent your feet sprinting to the woods.

It's honestly very infuriating how he manages to reduce you to a little prey animal. One he is very eager to domesticate.

You didn't get far, of course you didn't. He was immediately hot on your tail. It took him no more than 5 short minutes to pin you down on the wet dirt –with his hand nailing your face to the ground and your hands held up together behind your back, his weight felt more crushing to your soul rather than your body– you felt silly for even trying. And like a switch was flipped you went completely limp, –a little white bunny playing dead on the snow –camouflage. You don't recall anything besides being scooped up and scolded all the way back to the cabin he keeps you confined in.

It didn't even hurt when he savagely slammed you down.

Granted it would be the only time he ever was aggressive or rough with you, it was a moment of desperation, he was frantic to catch the little startled bunny before it hopped away, not that it had a chance to begin with. His excessive coddling must have been what snapped you out of your daze and triggered the panic attack.

"It's okay, mommy's got you now" he continues to shush you quietly "poor thing, you must have been so scared. I'll make sure to properly lock the windows next time, okay?

For God's sake.

You'd think falling on your sword is the smart way to go about avoiding any punishments, but he doesn't even fucking retaliate. He's so deep in his own delusions that he sees your attempt at escaping him as a consequence of his negligence.

It's just so humiliating. You want to yell, scream, hurt him in any way. You want him to understand and you want it to be painful and heartbreaking.

And before you could even move, Suguru notices the shift in your mood and moves to lift up his shirt and shove your face into his plump chest before securing you in place with a firm hand. It feels like putting a swift end to a toddler's tantrum before it even begins.

"I know you're scared, baby. I really do" he coos "But it's alright. Once you finish suckling, mommy will clean you up and put you for a nap, alright?" He starts to bounce you on his lap again, gently this time.

"Tsk- silly little thing, you were just tired weren't you?" More caressing, more touching– so suffocating.

"You're just too little to understand what's good for you".

[itoshiabi]

The Life I Didn't Know I Wanted

Summary: When you casually mention wanting a future with Rin, you voice the very dream he has never dared to admit. And before he knows it, Rin is imagining baby names, hoping that maybe he's allowed to want a forever with you.

It's one of those lazy, golden evenings where time feels like it’s moving slower just for you. You're laying on your stomach across the living room rug, chin propped up on your hand, a magazine open beneath you. Your fingers flip pages absentmindedly, more out of habit than interest. The window is cracked, and a quiet breeze drifts in, rustling the curtains just slightly.

Above you, Rin is  lounging on the couch—half-sitting, long legs stretched out, one foot brushing your ankle now and then. There's a book in his lap but he hasn't turned the page in twenty minutes. His eyes are on the words, but his mind is somewhere else. Somewhere closer to you.

You're talking, just nonsense.....

"If you were a dog," you ask suddenly, voice laced with amusement, "what breed do you think you’d be?"

Rin doesn't even blink. "I'm not answering that."

You grin. "You'd be a Belgian Malinois. Super serious. Hyper-focused. Kind of terrifying."

He lowers his book just enough to look at you, unimpressed. "You think you're funny?"

"I think I'm right," you reply smugly, turning the page with a flick.

There's a pause. One of those comfortable silences you only share with someone you love—quiet, but full. His thumb absently rubs the edge of the book, yours brushes a stray crumb off the rug.

Then you say it.

Softly. Absentmindedly. Not even looking at him.

"I know I'll be a great mom someday." Your voice is warm, lazy. "And you'd be a protective dad. Kind of distant, maybe. But you'd care a lot. The kind who watches quietly but loves fiercely."

Rin goes still.

But you don't notice. Not right away. You keep talking—flipping pages, half-laughing. "You'd totally scare all the boys away if we had daughters. And if it's a son, you'd pretend not to care, but secretly train him until he cries."

Silence.

You blink and glance up.

He's staring.

You frown. "Rin?"

His eyes haven't left you. His book hangs loosely in his hands, forgotten. Jaw tight. Shoulders rigid.

"What?" you ask, sitting up a little.

He doesn't speak.

Just stares.

And then, finally—he looks away, eyes dark, unreadable.

"You talk too much," he mutters under his breath.

But his voice… it's hoarse. Quiet. Like it caught on something in his throat.

You narrow your eyes. "Wait—are you blushing?"

He shifts, reaches for the glass of water on the table beside the couch, gripping it like it might anchor him.

You laugh, but it falters slightly. "What's going on?"

He shakes his head. Looks away again.

"Don't say stuff like that if you don't mean it," he says.

Your heart pauses in your chest.

You sit up straighter. "I do mean it."

His gaze flicks back to yours. Searching. Hesitant.

"Then don't take it back," he says quietly.

And that's when you realize, he wasn't just caught off guard.

He's shaken. Like you cracked open something he's kept buried for years. A dream he never let himself have. Not out loud.

You give him a soft smile. 'I won't.'

➽──────────────❥

A few days pass.

You didn't think much of what you said. Just a fleeting comment. A whimsical thought about a future that felt distant and hazy.

But Rin? He changes.

So when he calls you one evening, you didn't expect that you'll catch him watching a video titled "Most unique baby names"

"Are you… watching a baby name video?"

You stop mid-step as the door closes behind you, staring at the glowing TV screen.

Rin stiffens like you have just seen him naked for the first time.

He scrambles for the remote, nearly knocking over his water. The screen goes dark with a loud click.

"No," he mutters.

You raise an eyebrow. "Rin. It said 'Top 10 Unique Baby Names. You can't even lie properly."

"It autoplayed," he mutters, refusing to look at you, ears already pink. "Was watching a match analysis. Algorithm's broken."

You cross your arms. "Sure. Next up: '100 ways to swaddle your newborn like a pro.'"

He glares at you— faint pink around the ears darkens, jaw clenched like he wants the earth to open and swallow him.

You drop your bag on the couch and sit beside him, shoulder brushing his.

"Did you like any?" you ask gently.

He doesn't respond.

You press. "Names, I mean."

Still nothing.

Then, after a beat—

"Ren," he says.

You turn to him. "Ren?"

"For a boy."

Your breath catches, but you keep your voice soft. "And for a girl?"

He swallows hard. Looks away.

"Aoi."

The silence that follows isn't awkward. It's delicate. Sacred.

You slip your hand into his. His fingers close around yours immediately—tight, almost desperate.

"Were you thinking about it because of what I said?" you ask.

He exhales slowly. "Maybe."

You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I wasn't joking, Rin," you whisper. "I can see that life with you."

He swallows again, like the words are heavy.

"I never let myself think about it," he says. "A real future. A family. I always thought about soccer and soccer only......"

You stay quiet, letting him speak.

"But when you said that—about being a mom, about me being a dad—I could see it. Like I'd already lived it. On a weekend, you in the kitchen, humming. A kid holding onto your leg. Another baby in my arms. Our home."

His voice breaks a little.

"And I realized I want it. All of it. With you."

You lift your head, eyes searching his.

"You can have it," you say, firm. "You deserve to have it, Rin. And I want to give it to you."

He turns to you slowly, like he's afraid this is a dream.

"You'd really want all that with someone like me?"

You cup his face in your hand, thumb brushing his cheek. "With exactly someone like you, who loves me like I'm the only girl existing in this world."

His eyes close. His forehead presses against yours.

And in that moment—quiet, steady, and full of something unspoken—Rin Itoshi falls in love with you all over again.

Only this time, he doesn't try to hide it.

[engie-ivy]

When Remus is suddenly not a werewolf anymore, there's only thing that could've lifted his curse: True Love's First Kiss

But... which one was it?

All the Boys I Kissed Last Month

“I'm not a werewolf anymore.”

Lily almost chokes on her tea. “Sorry, what?”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus repeats.

“What do you mean?”

“Last full moon, I was in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for my transformation, and then… nothing.”

Lily blinks. “How… how is that even possible?”

Remus looks down at his hands. “There's really only one way my curse could have been lifted…”

“And that is…?” Lily urges.

“True Love's First Kiss,” Remus replies. “What else could it be?”

Lily's eyes widen. “You always said the chances of even having a True Love were almost zero, let alone finding your True Love, let alone having and finding your True Love as a werewolf!”

Remus shrugs. “Well, almost zero is apparently not zero.”

“Oh, Godric!” Lily jumps from her chair and runs around the table over to Remus to wrap her arms around him. “You found your True Love! I can't believe it! That's amazing!” She lets go of Remus and looks at him. “So, who is it?”

Remus scratches his head. “Well, that's sort of the problem…”

“Here you go.” Remus hands James the parchment.

James looks up at him. “What's this?”

“My Potions essay. Just make sure you're not too obvious when you copy it, so Slughorn won't notice.”

“Really?” James jumps up from his chair. “Moons, honestly, you're such a life saver! Godric, I could kiss you! In fact, I will kiss you!”

James grabs Remus’ face between his hands and gives him a big smooch.

“Tada!” Marlene twirls around in her new skirt.

Remus claps his hands together. “You look so pretty! Dorcas won't know what hit her! I can't believe you're finally going on a date. I'm so proud of you, Marls.”

“Aaaw, Remmie,” Marlene gives Remus an endeared look. “You're so cute. Come here, give us a kiss.”

She pulls Remus in and plants a kiss on his lips.

“I had a great time tonight,” Benjy whispers.

“Eh, yeah, sure, it was fun,” Remus replies.

Benjy suddenly places his hands on Remus’ waist, but before Remus can properly react to that, he moves in and presses his lips against Remus’.

It takes a moment for Remus to register what's going on, and then he places his hands on Benjy’s shoulder and gently pushes him back.

“Benjy, what are you doing?”

Benjy looks taken aback. “Eh, kissing my date goodnight at the end of the date?”

Now it's Remus’ turn to be taken aback. “Wait, this was a date? I thought… I thought we were just hanging out as friends?”

“Remus, I literally asked if you'd like to go out with me!”

“You didn't specify going out as what!” Remus says defensively, though, he's starting to realize, okay, this one is probably on him. “But regardless,” he continues. “Benjy, you're great, and I had fun, but I really only see you as a friend.”

Benjy nods. “Can't say I'm not disappointed, but that's fair.”

Remus takes another shot of Firewiskey. He knows he probably shouldn't, he already had too much, but it's a Gryffindor House Party, and he just wants to unwind.

Benjy shifts closer on the couch and Remus, feeling dizzy with alcohol, leans into him. Again, he knows he probably shouldn't, but it's fun to flirt a little and feel wanted. Through his haze, he realizes Sirius has already gone upstairs, which is very unlike him. Usually, James and he are dancing on top of the table until the early hours.

“I've got an idea!” Fabian loudly announces. He holds up an empty bottle. “Spin the bottle!”

The crowd of drunken Gryffindors cheer, and a moment later, they're all sitting in a large circle.

Everything is a bit of a blur, but Remus remembers both Gideon and Edgar landing their bottle on him. He remembers two kisses, but he can't for the life of him remember who was who.

He remembers his bottle landing on Mary. He remembers her giggling and saying ‘lucky me’, and the strong smell of her perfume.

“You don't know,” Lily says for the tenth time. “You don't know which one is your True Love.”

Remus shakes his head.

“Okay,” Lily pinches her brow. “So, we've got six options, right?”

“As far as I remember, yes,” Remus confirms. Though the idea that one of these people has to be his True Love does not exactly sit right with him. And neither does what this means for who definitely isn't his True Love, if he's completely honest.

“We're getting to the bottom of this,” Lily says, as she sits down across from Remus a couple of days later. She takes a piece of parchment and a quill out of her bag and starts scribbling. “Okay, we've got six names. I think we can start by scrapping Marlene, as, let's say, she's not your type and you're not her type.”

Remus nods in agreement.

“And let's scrap Mary as well. You might be her type, but she's not what you're into.”

“Agreed,” Remus says.

“And of course we're scrapping James.” Lily crosses out his name.

Remus rests his head on his hand. “Oh? Don't like the idea of James with someone else, now do you, Lils?”

Lily gives Remus a hard stare. “We're scrapping James,” she just repeats decidedly.

Remus leans back on his chair with a smirk on his face.

Lily ignores him and brings her focus back to her list. “So, we've got Benjy Fenwick, Gideon Prewett and Edgar Bones.”

Remus feels nothing but a slight dread in the pit of his stomach at the idea of one of them being his True Love.

Lily taps her finger against her chin. “I think that you should start spending time with each of them, and see if any feelings can develop.

Remus is playing chess with James when Lily comes running up to him. “Seven Minutes in Heaven, Gryffindor Quidditch Cup Party, fourth grade!” She exclaims.

Remus blinks. “Come again?”

“You kissed Gideon before!” Lily says enthusiastically. “And the curse wasn't lifted! So we can rule him out!” Out of nowhere, she takes out the piece of parchment. “Four down, two to go!” She says, with a swipe of her quill.

“What's going on?” James asks curiously, standing up and looking over Lily's shoulder. “Hey, why is my name on there?”

“We're trying to figure out who Remus’ True Love is, by going through all the people he kissed last month,” Lily explains briefly. “Don't worry, you've already been ruled out.”

“Aaaw, Lils, of course you've ruled me out,” James slings one arm around Lily. “You know who my one and only True Love is.”

Lily's cheeks slightly colour. “In your dreams, Potter,” she mumbles, before taking off.

James sits back down across from Remus.

“So, you've got some explaining to do.”

“Moony!”

Remus whirls around as the door to the dorm is suddenly flung open.

Sirius is standing in the doorway, looking bewildered.

“Padfoot? What's going…?”

“Moony,” Sirius repeats. “Oh, Moony.”

“Eh, hi?”

Sirius walks further into the room. “Prongs just told me what happened.”

Remus immediately feels embarrassed. Who kisses so many people in a month that he doesn't know who his True Love is? He scratches his head. “Right. Well, yeah… I guess it's kinda stupid. I mean, I wasn't expecting-”

“Moony,” Sirius interrupts. “Moony, you're not a werewolf anymore.”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus confirms, slightly taken aback about the direction the conversation is going.

“It's gone, Moony,” Sirius says, and Remus notices there are tears in his eyes. “Your curse is gone.”

“It's gone,” Remus repeats softly.

And for the first time since the last full moon, it actually hits him.

He's been so focused on the True Love's First Kiss-part, he has barely thought about his Lycanthropy, but it's true. The loss of control, the pain, the stigma, it's all gone. He's free. Remus can feel tears well up in his own eyes, but before he knows it, Sirius arms are around him as he wraps him into a tight hug.

When they break apart, tears are streaming down Remus’ cheeks. “Merlin,” he says. “You must think I'm so stupid for not even knowing who my True Love is.”

Sirius reaches out and brushes the tears away from Remus’ face. “Oh, Moons. I wouldn't care if you kissed hundreds of men if the end result is you being finally free of that horrible curse.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispers, though deep down he wouldn't have minded if Sirius cared a bit more about who he kissed. “And I didn't kiss hundreds of men,” he adds.

“Pfff.” Remus lets himself fall onto his bed.

“You okay?” Sirius asks.

Remus rolls over onto his back. “I just spent the evening listening to Edgar go on and on about his workout regimen, and I can't even tell if it was better or worse than listening to Benjy yesterday talk non-stop about the self-help books he reads.”

Sirius winches. “Yikes.”

Remus sighs. “Yeah, but it'll all be worth it once I find out who my True Love is, right?”

Sirius looks down at his hands. He looks sort of… guilty. “There's something I should tell you,” he begins. “I think… I think you should consider me as a possibility for your True Love.”

“What?” Remus sits up on his bed. “Sirius, you-”

“I know! I know!” Sirius interrupts. “I know I sound totally presumptuous, and I'm just getting my hopes up...”

Remus wants to say that if only Sirius could have been an option, he would've been his actual preferred option, but he needs to stick to the facts, and factually, it can't be. And did Sirius just say ‘hopes’?

“I just don't think you should disregard it completely,” Sirius says.

Oh, Remus so badly wants to give in. To hell with broken curses and True Love's First Kiss, if there's a possibility that Sirius wants him, what does anything else matter? But Sirius isn't his True Love, and pretending he could be won't be fair to either of them, or to his actual True Love, for that matter. No, Remus needs to stay strong. “Sirius,” he says gently. “You know that I can't ignore-”

“You don't have to,” Sirius interrupts. “Remus, there's something I haven't told you…”

Remus walks into the dorm, or, well, slightly stumbles into the dorm. He notices Sirius laying on his bed, still awake, flipping through some Muggle magazine with a motorcycle on the front.

Remus walks over to him and lets himself fall onto the bed next to him. “You left early,” he says, or, well, slightly slurs.

Sirius glances up at Remus and then looks back at his magazine. “Wasn't feeling it tonight.”

Remus rolls over onto his front and pops his head up on his hands. “Pity. Was fun.”

“You definitely had enough to drink,” Sirius says shortly, like he has never gotten black-out drunk at a House party himself.

Remus pouts and pokes Sirius’ leg. “Would've been more fun with you there,” he tries, attempting to lighten Sirius’ mood, and it works, as Sirius can't help the smile spreading over his face.

He shakes his head, though. “You should go to bed, Moony.”

Remus doesn't know where he finds the courage (alright, the shots of Firewhiskey probably help), but he looks up at Sirius with big eyes as he asks “Goodnight kiss?”

Sirius' eyes widen. “Moons… You're drunk.”

“And I should go to sleep,” Remus says.

“And you should go to sleep,” Sirius confirms.

“And,” Remus adds. “I'll sleep better with a goodnight kiss.”

“I shouldn't…” Sirius says, but Remus can tell he's hesitant, so he decides to push a little further.

“Please, Pads?” He says. “Just a peck to help me sleep?”

Sirius bites his lip. “Just a peck?”

“Just a peck.”

Sirius leans in and lightly presses his lips to Remus’.

Remus feels a pleasant buzz in his stomach, and as Sirius pulls away, he feels warm, happy and content, and ready to drift off. Then, all of the sudden, he feels a tingling all over his body. His eyes fly open. “Something’s different.”

Sirius shakes his head. “Rem, you're not even going to remember this in the morning. If something’s different for one of us, it's for me.”

“No, something’s-” Remus pushes himself up, and immediately, the whole room starts spinning. Remus lets himself fall back on the bed. “Oef.”

“Go to sleep, Moons.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbles. “I should really just…” And with that, he drifts off.

Sirius hides his face in his hands. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kissed you while you were drunk, even if it was just a peck. And I know it sounds totally presumptuous and arrogant of me to think that a small peck you can't even remember could have been your True Love's First Kiss, but you did say something felt different, so I just thought…”

“It's you,” Remus says, staring at Sirius in wonder.

“I don't know, of course, but I think that maybe you should consider the possibility that it could be.”

“No,” Remus says. “It's you. I know it's you.”

Sirius just looks at Remus for a moment. “You can't know that,” he whispers.

“But I do,” Remus says, not quite able to explain himself how he can be so certain, but he is. He knows, without a doubt, that Sirius is his True Love. “My heart was telling me that it had to be you the whole time,” he tries to put it under words. “But my brain was telling me that it couldn't be. Now that my heart and my brain are aligned, I know without a doubt that it's you.”

“Your heart wanted it to be me?” Sirius asks softly.

Remus chuckles. “My whole being wanted it to be you.”

A smile spreads over Sirius’ face as he reaches out and places a hand on Remus’ cheek. Then he leans in and kisses him, and this time it isn't just a peck.

That's how Remus gets his True Love's Second Kiss, which is much better than the first, if only because Remus is going to remember this one for the rest of his life.

[myshollow]

So,how Pop's and Anti's relationship gonna be??

Soo the reason I've been pretty vague about Anti-Pops is that admittedly I'm still in the very early stages of figuring out his lore. But I suppose I should just actually get at least the groundwork established. But I may change some details depending on if I notice any problems.

Anti-Pops is Maellard’s biological son, and Pop’s twin brother. (Obviously his name wouldn't be Anti-Pops at this point I gotta give him a different one). Anti-Pops was a very rowdy and disobedient kid, although he meant well. He and Pops had a sort of typical sibling dynamic, they would fight a lot due to their differences, but would come around to support each other at the end of the day. Although Anti-Pops was jealous of Pops for getting more attention as a “golden child.” He felt left out and alone, and this only got worse with how Maellard treated him (this is where shit hits the fan)

So Maellard cares A LOT about appearances (think like his need to make Pops feel better in Dizzy, not bc he was worried about him, but because he needed to give a speech). While Pops is very..weird..he's still nice and obedient at the end of the day, making him preferable. Anti-Pops is..the opposite. Maellard, not knowing how to properly deal with Anti-Pops..DECIDED TO ABANDON HIM IN SPACE, promising him that he'd be back (he never came back). Maellard lied to both his wife and Pops, making them both think that Anti-Pops disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Pops grieved his brother’s absence praying that one day he'd return and that they’d all be a family again. But as years went by, his mom died, Maellard grew more hateful, and his brother never came back. In the present, Pops not only commemorates his late mom, but also his brother too, knowing that he's likely dead, but still having hope that maybe, one day, they'd be reunited.

Anti-Pops, having to survive in the harsh space environment for a whole century, grew vengeful and hateful. He vowed one day to get revenge on his family, particularly Pops, as he sees him as the life he could've had. Hence developing the “Anti-Pops” persona. Then yada he sets his plan in motion and almost destroys the world..yada. Though in the end, Pops gets through to Anti-Pops, knowing that they can continue where they left off, that there was no need to be so hateful. Maellard puts up a facade, pretending that he didn't mean to leave Anti-Pops behind, and was too ashamed and guilty to tell the truth to Pops and his wife. While the brothers are both shocked for different reasons, they sweep it under the rug because they're just so relieved to be together again, they can finally be a family again..(and then yada Maellard villain bs but that's not what this is about)

After being reunited, the brothers struggle to understand each other, as they grew up so differently. While Pops still loves his brother, being apart from him most of his life kinda drew some distance to say the least. It's like he doesn't even know him. It doesn't help that Anti-Pops still keeps insisting that he’s the bad version of Pops, when that's simply not true. It's a rocky start, but by spending more time together, and with the help of the other guys, they start to connect again. And Anti-Pops himself finally gets the life he'd always dreamt of, just in a different way. He serves a more comic-relief anti-hero role, pretending to be badddd but he's just as silly as Pops at the end of the day. He and Pops have a similar dynamic to when they were kids, but without the jealousy on Anti-Pops’ part. They fight, they don't always understand each other, but that's what it's all about.

[a-totally-reasonable-username]

Me thinking: should i really wake up my mom to make me a hot water bottle right now? I'm not that shaky. I think. I'm not that badly out of it either, am i? It's 4am i don't want to wake her up i can totally do it myself!

Me, remembering my mom nearly begging me to please wake her so she can pour the hot water instead of waking her up so she can drive me to the hospital for burns:...

Me: you know i think i'll just wake her up real quick

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

don't mind me just dethorning the bramble in my stick insects' cage because a CERTAIN beautiful old lady

managed to snag her wing on one and got stuck there until I saw and detangled her and I am not eager to repeat the experience!!

ALSO I finally managed to get a picture of the whole family as it is now :DDD

1 adult Indian stick insect, 1 adult Pink Winged stick insect and three Pink Winged stick insect nymphs at various stages of development

(I also have an Indian stick insect nymph but she lives in a separate enclosure at the moment and is so tiny getting her out would be way to stressful for both her and me)

[youremyonlyhope]

Hey universe, can you stop putting me in situations where I notice a miscommunication between two people and have to make the decision about pointing it out and possibly inserting myself into drama that doesn't involve me, or not telling them and letting it play out possibly badly for someone I care about? Please? Because this happens way too often.

[sopuu]

you guys???? when did this get 30k this is insane hello?????? for the sake of the post length i’m putting my ramblings in tags but like. WOW. i don’t comprehend it fully tbh but i’m infinitely grateful nonetheless. holy

as a thank you here’s a bunch of doodles i did during the making of this! tysm for enjoying my silly 15s animation <3

animation of jimmy getting owned in real life

bonus gif of him celebrating i made for funsies :] oh the oblivious bliss...

[ratherchili]

 𖹭 cw: suggestive, edgy, mdni

part one | two | three | four | five ‹soon›

You can't say you weren't warned about your big brother's friend sukuna, but nothing could have truly prepared you for him.

"Funny looking how?" You ask, arching an eyebrow.

"Just go to your room while he's here," your brother Toji urges. "Don't need you feeding his ego, goddamnit."

"He's funny looking and somehow my presence will feed his ego?" You deadpan, with zero inclination to forfeit your comfy spot on the couch. "Make it make sense, Toji. Or better yet, fuck off so I can finish this cover letter," you gesture at the open laptop sitting on your thighs. "Faster I can get out of this shithole, the better," you grumble.

Although, your brother's place is far from a shithole, in truth. You know better than to ask how he affords it doing nothing but fucking around with the sinister assortment of thugs he calls friends. In turn, he doesn't ask you about the unfortunate circumstances that landed you in one of his spare rooms... again.

Toji groans. "Yeah he gets off on scaring people. Especially girls. Especially hot girls. And, I suspect, especially girls who are related to me."

"Gross," you say, directing you attention back to the screen. "I'm not scared of your asshole friend and I'm not moving."

Toji opens his mouth to protest further, but too late. There is a loud knock on the door followed by it crashing open and thunderous footsteps coming down the hall.

Despite more than a little curiosity regarding your brother's funny looking friend, you manage to keep your eyes on your work.

Toji is grumbling some weak attempt to direct the visitor toward the "stuff" in the garage when a shadow falls over you. Still, you continue typing.

"Who's this?" A deep voice growls. "Not gonna introduce me?"

"Just my little sister. Leave her alone, Sukuna. She's a bitch anyway."

"Fuck you, Toji. And a preemptive fuck you to you, too, whoever you a- hey, ow!" You exclaim as the newcomer slams the laptop closed on your fingers. "What the h-" the exclamation dies on your lips when you finally raise your eyes to see the largest man you have ever seen looming over you.

He is a lot to take in. You silently curse Toji for not warning you properly. "Kind of funny looking" does not even begin to describe the thing standing before you. Four crimson eyes stare back at you, two of which are set in a twisted mass of keloid scar tissue that takes up most of one side of his tattoed face. Eyes aren't the only anatomical feature he has extra of, you notice. Two sets of muscular arms protrude from the cut off sleeves of his t-shirt.

It takes a lot to render you speechless, but the sight of him does the trick. Although, you can't help but think that the smirking bastard somehow makes the odd look work for him. Yeah. 'Circus sideshow level freak but kinda hot' would've been a better descriptor. Although you manage to hold the man's gaze, you're sure your eyes are as wide as saucers. To your horror, you feel heat creeping up your neck as your lip twitches in search of something - anything - to say that might lessen the humiliation you feel. And Toji was right, this jerk is eating it up.

"Toj said you were ugly, but jesus..." you say, when you finally regain your composure.

Sukuna laughs, flashing a set of pointed canines before he abruptly turns to follow your brother towards the garage.

"I like her," he says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder in your general direction, which, for some reason, makes your heart beat a little too hard.

"No, man." Toji groans. "Just no."

part one | two | three | four | five ‹soon›

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[aly4khq]

when pussyeater!caleb w a stubble comes to play:

"Please...caleb please! No moree!—"

Your voice was slowly going, tired from screaming and moaning from the overwhelming pleasure that Caleb's tongue was giving you. Your hands bound by a heavy, invisible force, up above your head, your fist scratching against the wall behind you.

Meanwhile, Caleb's mouth was coated in the results your multiple orgasms, his stubble scratching agaisnt your pussy properly. Now if there was anything that Caleb loved to eat, it was you. He was the chef of the house, and you always ate what he made with no refusal, complimenting his work.

He can make lasagna, xiàolongbao, 5 star meals. And you help him sometimes, baking and cooking. Yet his favourite meal is something you make in between your legs. The scent too strong for him to ignore whenever you two ever get in bed, his hands grasping at your thighs.

A dildo, his mouth, his fingers, his dick—no matter what it is, Caleb has to have a one-on-one moment with your pussy. And if you struggle? No problem, he'll tie you up, use his own hands or his evol. Just how it is now.

"One—" he said in between kisses, "—more..." Caleb sucking on your pussy, his tongue swirling around your hole. His lips making out with your soaked folds, you could feel his beard rubbing agaisnt you, making the sensation even more sensitive than it is. Caleb continued to latch onto your cunt, slurping up your juices and moaning into your cunt. His eyebrows furrowed as he savours his dinner, eyes shut in ecstasy.

He realised himself with a small pop! panting, his hands molding your thighs like they were play dough.

'Oh gosh, it's too much to handle, his tongue was too much, his hands, his stupid beard!— every fucking thing was too much! A break— please just one break—'

"Hey hey," With a small swat to your hip, he looked at you from his knees. "There you are. You okay baby? Zoned out on me for a little." Caleb readjusted his position, sitting up straight. With a slurred voice, you replied, humming, "...m'okay...i'm done, i don't have anymore for your–needy mouth.."

Caleb's eyebrow rose, his head tilting as he pretending to think deeply, "Hm..."

You looked down, noticing his hand creeping back down to your thighs, pulling you up the chair so you're not uncomfortable. "How about...we make a deal?"

"...Calebbb..."

"It's not that bad, just oneeee more. Please? I'll be gentle, you can do it pop-squeak, i believe in you." He kissed your inner thigh, gently rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

"That's unfair..." A pout appeared on our lips as you felt that heavy force finally release your hands. Caleb holding your arms as he massages any sort of ache that you might have. "Okay, how about I'll make you anything you want baby if you let me finish my own meal. Deal?"

With a reluctant gaze, you nodded, "Deal..."

That was the best, worst and last deal you ever made with Caleb.

a/n: just a little thing i thought of when eating dinner today

don't steal @aly4khq's work

date made: 21/02/25

[sukunasweetheart]

Boyfriend kuna who has the pleasure of meeting your giant domesticated cat that looks exactly like him (but no one actually sees the resemblance except you..)

"That fucker is big. You sure it's not some wild feral cat?"

"Don't call him a fucker! And he's not feral... not anymore, at least."

Kittykuna seems indifferent to your cooing and doting as he remains in a loaf position, and something about the scene feels strangely familiar...

Kittykuna makes eye contact with sukuna - and then hisses.

"... i can see that he's certainly friendly."

"Oh, dont be like that. It took me ages to get close to him as well."

Kittykuna seems very protective of you. Whenever you're lounging about in the living room, he will curl up on your lap or in your arms, and make biscuits on your plush body while making eye contact with sukuna, purring. It mildly pisses him off, but he can't make it known that he's even remotely jealous of a cat.

They clash a lot, you often hear sukuna cursing under his breath and verbally chastising your cat, but their harmless beef and the way he will sometimes return with little scratches or bite marks on his arms make you laugh so hard. It takes a few weeks for them to warm up to each other.

It's very entertaining to watch kittykuna obscure sukuna's vision with his tail when he's lying down to watch tv. He takes his revenge later on by pretending to give him treats, only to hover it away from him. You have to intervene in the end, to scold him for teasing your cat too much.

Sukuna then comes up with a brilliant idea of getting a second cat.

"Don't you think it's a bit boring for him being alone in the house all the time?"

"Really? I don't know... he can be a bit territorial, I'm worried he won't get along with a new cat well."

"Never know 'til we try it."

And then, well, sukuna ends up bringing another cat home. Of course, you don't notice it, but she resembles you.

It takes time to properly and slowly introduce the new cat to your home and to kittykuna. They're both very cautious of each other at first. But you soon see the ice melting, with them gradually becoming comfortable enough to be in the same room, to sharing toys, eating meals together, and then finally beginning to groom each other.

In fact, you find that they soon become inseparable. You've never seen kittykuna become so clingy before. It's like every other day that you see him licking the other cat's fur in his arms, while it purrs contently with her eyes closed.

Sukuna seems proud of himself.

"What did i tell you? He was lonely."

"You didn't say lonely. You said bored," you correct him, crossing your arms.

"Whatever you say, princess."

Watching the cats be all lovey dovey makes him feel like doing the same...

Months later, it soon comes to your attention, that the newer kitty has gained a bit of weight. When you and sukuna take her to the vet (to kittykuna's displeasure) you find out that she is pregnant.

The gasp you let out is dramatic, and sukuna can only laugh as he shakes his head.

"The two of you have been up to naughty things while we weren't watching..." you tell the cats with your hands on your hips. You should've seen it coming, from the way kittykuna always seemed to mount the new cat possessively.

Though you are really excited to see the newborn kittens soon...

"Leave them be. In fact, don't you think they're good role models for us...?" Sukuna recites in your ear teasingly, deeply chuckling.

"I don't know what you mean..."

I suppose you're about to find out exactly what he means tonight...

[drop-dead-dropout]

and even then, that won't help if you're institutionalized as a minor.

You wanna actually help institutionalized mentally ill people? Get them legal help. Post their rights on the walls. Give them access to phones and lawyers. “My small business sells cutsie scrubs for inpatients!!!” literally nobody cares what they are wearing in the fucking hospital but you Becca. shut the fuck up