#but that thinking is the kind of thinking that not special people do

[drchucktingle]

As an autistic person, did you struggle to make and keep friends? And have you found friends through the writing world? I ask because my mom always said i needed to find my people. I did finally find them (they are neurodiverse trans nerds, haha), but not until i was like 30. And i wonder if its true of other autistic people too. So i guess my question is: did you find your people, and when?

thank you this is good question. i have always had a LOT of CLOSE BUDS even from a very young age. i would actually say that i am unusually socially adept in my way and that it is partially BECAUSE of my autistic trot. LETS TALK ON THAT FOR A MOMENT

'BUT CHUCK YOU SAID YOU ARE ON THE SPECTRUM AND AUTISTIC BUCKAROOS CANNOT BE SOCIALLY ADEPT' some say. and sure it is UNUSUAL overall, technically speaking, but there is also an important reason we talk about this as a spectrum of buckaroos and not a monolith

when buckaroos ask me what it is like to be autistic i try to explain like this: there are certain cues and markers from the outside that serve as a sort of identification checklist but because of masking they are not always correct. instead i see it as question of WHAT IS IT LIKE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN?

internally my brain is different. its taking in way more information all the time, including the stuff that neurotypical buds block out, and that can become overwhelming. it is hard to navigate because i do not have that automatic neurotypical 'here is what is important here is what is not' function

so yes i can be easily distracted and zone out as i watch the patterns and fractals spin off. and yes i can miss certain things in social situations. in many autistic buckaroos this makes large groups overwhelming and the OUTPUT of behavior matches what we typically know as signs of autism

FOR ME however, same thing is going on inside, but i have managed to HARNESS that information. even from very young age i see that everyone is DOING THE HUMAN ACT but instead of rejecting that and shutting off i think 'well okay i am just going to do THIS because thats what they actually want'

in other words, most neurotypical buds say one thing that has a kind of spiraling social-cue-related OTHER MEETING (they do this ALL the time) and instead of rejecting that i have trained myself to be REALLY REALLY good at knowing the hidden meaning. it is EMPATHY but on a sort of LOGIC BASED level

and because i have always been pretty good at that, people like to trot around me and say 'wow this is a good friend they understand me'. now for ME that can be a little exhausting and there are things i need to do and stims and all that to release the effort, but overall it is worth it to me

OTHER THING is that i was a successful CREATOR AND ARTIST BUCKAROO from an early age which is socially seen as 'cool' especially when you are trotting around in your youth. it is not particularly FAIR but it is true that some level of fame makes buds treat you well even if you are 'weird'.

of course it can be a sort of FAKE 'treating you well' but as an autistic buckaroo it is still more of a chance than you might otherwise get. this timeline has sort of carved out a very special little sliver of social grace for the token odd artistic weirdo to have a seat at each cool kids table

ANYWAY that is the trot of my life. it is a unique trot that i dont get to talk on much but since you asked THERE YOU GO. every chance i get to say 'I LOVE BEING AUTISTIC' and talk on HOW MUCH IT HAS IMPROVED MY LIFE i try to take a moment and do that. when i was young i had few autistic heroes

and OF COURSE it can be difficult and overwhelming and we need to have space for those stories and voices, but i want young buckaroos who get this diagnosis to know there are ALL KINDS of stories and trots on the autism spectrum. MINE IS PRETTY DANG COOL and maybe yours will be too. LOVE IS REAL

[feelyourno1z]

I know like, a million before me have already said it, but there’s good reason why TikTok and Vine feels so different.

Vine was originally made to just be a video blogging service where you showed snippets of your life. It didn’t start out as intending to be any special form of entertainment, people just saw the opportunity and took it. Something something the inherent human nature to entertain and express the self something something you get the picture, no social media platform exists without people using it as a means to entertain and attempt to put themselves out there in a way that feels uniquely them. And when you’re forced to do that in a maximum of 7 seconds? You have to get creative, you have to pare your message down to be quick, precise, and still get the point home. You have to simplify it to its barest form while still retaining the humor you want to convey.

TikTok started out as a platform meant to do trendy dances and lip syncs or to show off moments of your life with a backing track. Of course, it was also especially meant to entertain as people were encouraged to be funny and try to engage similarly as they did to Vine, but since already the original purpose of the app was so different, everything just didn’t have the same appeal and what the user base wanted out of it was different. Even when it was originally musical.ly and you were limited to only 10 seconds a video, it still didn’t get the formula for a Replacement To Vine right because that original purpose still wasn’t the same.

Sure, there are still plenty of similarities between the apps (they’re both places plenty of now popular Internet names found their start/a boost to their name, people go there to entertain and be entertained, there’s compilations of funny videos from them all over YouTube, etc) but when the base purposes are so varied, you create expectations of differing kinds from the user base and attract different kinds of audiences.

That being said I miss the feeling of vines too, and while there’s still people that make content that feel like Vines (a lot of TikToks That Have Vine Energy videos are surprisingly accurate) there’s still that missing sense of it being the early 2010’s that’s missing and I don’t think we’ll be getting it back

Lots of my favorite vines are old ones, so here are some that I didn’t want lost to the wind

Might make part 2 w/more modern vines(?)

[lilianne-tarot]

PICK A CARD: Your Sweetest & Most Lovable Qualities ✮⋆˙

I. II. III.

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile I

So, we’ve got, Yeah, I know big cards for a topic about your most endearing qualities. Oh, and before we go any further—let me just say this. I couldn’t pull more than three cards for this pile for some reason. To me, that’s the universe saying, This is it. This is all they need to know. This is the energy of someone who has lived, felt, and somehow turned all the chaos of life into something beautiful, tender, and deeply lovable. But that’s exactly what makes this reading so powerful. You’re not someone whose sweetness is obvious on the surface.

This pile is the softest in a "you don’t even realize how powerful your love is" kind of way.

listen, if these cards were in a different context, I’d be holding your hand and whispering, “Babe, brace yourself,” but here? These two cards are telling me that your most lovable quality is how you handle endings, transformations, and straight-up life-altering moments. You don’t cling when things need to be let go. You don’t fear the crumbling because you know something better is waiting to be built. And that? That’s what makes people soft for you. There’s something heartbreakingly tender about a person who has seen destruction but still chooses to believe in new beginnings. You give off this aura of quiet strength—like someone who’s been through the fire but still keeps their hands warm enough to comfort others. People feel safe with you, not because life is always stable around you (The Tower says otherwise, babe), but because you’ve shown time and time again that no matter how much things collapse, you will always rebuild. And let’s talk about how unexpectedly comforting you are. You’re not the person who hands out surface-level advice like “everything happens for a reason” (ugh, no). You’re the one who sits with people in their mess, in their heartbreak, in their uncertainty, and just exists with them, without judgment. And somehow, through your presence alone, you make people believe that they, too, will get through it. (OMG PILE 1, i wanna give you people such a big hug 😭😭 I seriously felt like crying while writing this pile, the energies were so heavy yet so soft) See, your kindness isn’t loud. It’s not the type that announces itself in grand gestures or obvious ways. It’s the kind that sneaks up on people. The kind that makes someone pause one day and think, “Wow, I didn’t even realize how much I needed them.” You don’t just offer stability—you are stability. Not because your life is always in order (again, The Tower says you’ve had your fair share of chaos), but because you know how to find steadiness even in uncertainty. You’re like a lighthouse in the storm, always there, always steady, guiding people home without needing to be asked. And people adore this about you. There’s something profoundly lovable about someone who makes others feel grounded without even trying. Whether it’s through your words, your actions, or just the way you carry yourself, you give people a sense of belonging. You’re not the kind of person who opens up easily, and that’s part of what makes your sweetness so special.

You don’t hand out trust like free samples at a store. No, honey, people have to work for it. And when they do? They’re met with something so rare—loyalty, unwavering support, and a kind of love that says, “I will stand by you even when everything else falls apart.” And that? That makes people soft for you in a way that’s hard to put into words. People may not always realize it at first, but once they do, they never forget you. You’re the kind of person whose absence is felt. The kind of person who, once someone has experienced your presence, nothing else quite measures up.

So, to sum this all up? Your most endearing, lovable qualities aren’t the kind that everyone immediately recognizes. You’re not “sweet” in the conventional, sunshine-and-rainbows way. You’re sweet in the way that a person feels when they’ve finally found home after being lost for so long. You’re sweet in the way that endings feel bittersweet but necessary. You’re sweet in the way that rebirth always holds a quiet kind of hope. And that? That’s a kind of sweetness that can’t be replicated.

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile II

Alright, bestie, let’s get into Pile 2 because this reading? Oh, it’s personal. VERY PERSONAL.

So, looking at Four of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, Five of Pentacles, and The Sun, I’m getting such a specific and beautiful energy from you. You’re the type of person whose sweetness isn’t immediately obvious to everyone—it’s something people earn the right to see. Your love, your warmth, your kindness? It’s not just out there for anyone to take. It’s guarded, not because you’re cold, but because you know the value of your heart.Pile 2 people, your love feels like home. They are the ones who will wrap you up in warmth, make sure you’ve eaten, and remind you that you are loved even on the days you feel invisible.

I can tell you’re someone who has felt neglected in the past. Maybe you’ve been that person who showed up for others but didn’t always get the same in return. Maybe you’ve had moments where you wondered, Does anyone even see me? But here’s the thing—this has shaped you into someone so rare, so deeply precious. You don’t just give your love freely—you give it intentionally. And when you do? It changes people.There’s something so tender about someone who understands what it’s like to feel left out in the cold but still chooses to be warm. You don’t just give surface-level kindness; you make people feel safe. Your energy is like a soft, golden light in a world that can sometimes feel too harsh. the Queen of Pentacles energy sitting right in the middle of this spread, i see it as one of the main qualities of yours. You are the nurturer, the provider, the person whose presence feels like a deep breath after a long day. But what makes this so beautiful is that you don’t flaunt it. You’re not out here shouting, Look at me, I’m kind! No, your love is quiet. It’s the type that sneaks up on people when they realize, Damn, I’ve never felt this safe before.

You have this incredible ability to make people feel valued. Not just liked, not just appreciated, but genuinely, wholeheartedly valued. And you don’t do it in a way that’s over-the-top or performative—you do it in the little things. The way you remember the small details about people, the way you check in even when they don’t ask, the way you offer comfort without making a big deal about it. That’s your magic. But here’s the thing—you don’t just give, give, give anymore. I see it in this spread. You’ve learned that your love is not a free buffet; it’s a carefully prepared meal, and only those who truly appreciate it get a seat at your table. And honestly? That’s one of the most lovable things about you. You don’t let just anyone into your world, but when you do? You give them something real, something they’ll never find anywhere else.

Oh, babe, do you even know how bright you shine? Because let me tell you, you don’t always see it, but others do. There’s this thing about you—you don’t even realize how much joy you bring to people just by existing. You might be the type who’s so used to being strong as we talked about how you are used to being neglected so you have now developed this coping mechanism , to carrying your own burdens, that you don’t notice how much your presence lifts others up. But trust me—people see it. You have this warm, radiant energy that just feels good to be around. And it’s not the loud, center-of-attention kind of warmth. It’s the kind that makes people feel like they can be themselves. The kind that makes them feel lighter, freer, happier.

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile lll

First off, the fact that you got two Major Arcana cards in this reading? Yeah, this isn’t just about your surface-level sweetness. You people are the softest in the way that you inspire other people to keep going.

Starting off with this spread here, and oh my god, bestie, do you even realize how much you carry on your own? Like, I’m not even talking about small worries—I mean the deep, sleepless-night kind of overthinking. The taking on everyone else’s pain while pushing yours aside type of energy. y’all are like a walking contrast in the best way possible. On one hand, you carry a lot of internal battles, but on the other hand, you are the biggest source of light for others. And that’s what makes you so incredibly lovable. Your softness isn’t just about being gentle—it’s about being brave enough to keep believing in something better, even when life has knocked you down. You feel things deeply, and honestly? That’s what makes you so lovable. Here’s the thing: your softness isn’t in being effortlessly sweet—it’s in being brave enough to still love despite everything you’ve been through. You’ve had moments where you felt alone, where you thought, No one sees what I’m going through. But you never let that turn you cold. Instead, you became the person who helps others feel less alone. You are the definition of “I got you” energy—the friend, the lover, the safe space that people don’t even realize they need until they meet you. You make people feel understood, like they don’t have to carry things by themselves anymore. And that? That is rare. Now, let’s talk about The Star—because, DAMN, you don’t even realize how much of a light you are, do you? This card sitting right here tells me something crazy beautiful about you, You make people believe in good things again. You are literally hope personified. i think You people give the best motvational speeches Lol. You don’t sugarcoat things, but somehow you always know the right thing to say to pull someone out of their darkness. You remind people that life keeps moving, and better days are coming. You have this infectious “Why not?” attitude.

And what’s wild? You do this without even realizing it. Like, you’ll say something casually, and days later, someone’s still thinking about it, because you saw something in them that they didn’t even see in themselves. That’s your magic. Your love is quiet, but it’s healing. But here’s where it gets interesting—The Fool. And I love, love, LOVE this placement because this tells me your most lovable quality isn’t just your strength—it’s your ability to keep going. Like, after everything? You still believe in new beginnings. You still take risks with your heart. You still trust that there’s more to life than just pain and struggle. People are drawn to you because you remind them that it’s okay to start over. That it’s okay to try, to love, to hope—even after things have hurt them. And that’s something so rare. Because most people who’ve been through what you’ve been through? They shut down. But you? You open up. You jump, even when you’re scared. You let life surprise you. And that? That’s love in its purest form.

Your sweetness isn’t in being overly bubbly or outwardly affectionate—it’s in being real. In being the person who gets up even when life knocks them down. In being the kind of love that doesn’t demand attention but changes lives just by existing. And that? That’s a love the world doesn’t see enough of.

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[homunculus-argument]

Hey sorry to bother you man but I gotta know, what is moth goth and what makes it different from regular goth. Again sorry to bother you and thanks for answering if you do.

"Mothgoth project" is just the tag I use for my outfit DIY stuff. It's not a special Thing, really - I have just always liked it when people with a distinct personal style have some specific motif or theme to their wardrobes, and after thinking about it for a while I decided that mine would be moths. And moth-related things, night-time related things like jewelry with stars and moons in them, general insect, nocturnal and nature themes. I have a perfume that smells like petrichor, the scent of nature just after the rain. It kind of just sounds like wet rotting dirt, but it's still quite gothy.

[oikarma]

muse

pairing: lando norris x poet!reader

summary: you're notoriously picky about your muses. no wonder lando's all flattered when he manages to figure out that you've written a few poems about him.

a/n: please enjoy! as per usual any songs/poems i reference are not my work. thank you so much for the request, i didn't follow it entirely but i loved the idea of an artistic!reader

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yourinstagram found a new muse

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user1 new collection WHEN

user2 that cat is so cute is it yours? ♥︎ liked by yourinstagram

yourinstagram yes! her name is stevie

user3 she's picking up the pen again!

mothercain well? show it to me

yourinstagram i'm in the editing process 🤕 art takes time mothercain or you're getting shy

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yourinstagram oh...technology

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user1 y/n and f1 crossover??

user2 collab we didn't know we needed

user3 we see you alex

alexandrasaintmleux send me the pictures you took please 🩷 think i found my new favorite photographer

yourinstagram too kind. usually i'm more of a pen and paper girl alexandrasaintmleux well the artistry certainly carries over user4 i KNEW they'd like each other

user5 waist who

user6 love you SM

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yourinstagram teaser

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user1 OH MY GOD WHERE CAN I ORDER

user2 ur such an inspiration y/n

mothercain proud of you

yourinstagram thanks ml <3

user3 wtf is f1 admin doing here

f1 we love y/n's poetry, doesn't everyone? user4 is she doing a f1 special or sth

user5 the signature is sooo cute

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lando i'm literate, i promise.

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user1 his jawline...

user2 on holiday?? don't you have a car to be driving

oscarpiastri as long as you believe it!

lando you're a horrible friend

user3 WAIT GUYS THAT'S Y/N'S BOOK

user4 who's y/n user3 @/user4 @/yourinstagram she's a poet and she recently came out with a new poetry collection user5 woah. hear me out: it's about lando?? user6 bfr no educated girl would go for that man

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mclaren Celebrated poet Y/N L/N in our garage today 🧡 Wanna write something about our cars, too?

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user1 i would cry if i wrote a poem about a driver and he read it and his team read it and then they invited me and asked me to write about their cars

user2 mclaren really trying to cement their legacy

user3 oh she's STUNNING

yourinstagram was it fun tormenting me

mclaren do you not like our company ☹️ user4 @/mclaren she's only there for lando

user5 so we're basically accepting that her new collection is about a freaking racecar driver

user6 lando's fine but is he THAT fine user7 love does weird things to people user8 i mean he liked the post

lando guess i'm just more interesting

user9 y/n hasn't responded guess she's busy dying of mortification user10 oh he's going to be insufferable user11 the dad lore will go crazy "that poem you're reading in english class? yeah! it's about me!"

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f1gossipofficial Is that Y/N L/N with Lando Norris? We think it might be.

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user1 oh my god it's real

user2 are they car-shopping together??

user3 i'm so confused who is she

user4 YN NATION RISE SHE HAS A MAN. I REPEAT. SHE HAS A MAN!

user5 lowk can't believe the guy who bagged our girl y/n is an athlete user6 i thought she'd go for like a random college prof. or a nerd. idk. user7 remember when we thought she was dating daniel radcliffe 😭 and then it turned out she was coaching him for the kill your darlings promo LMAO let's not rush into this user8 @/user7 that was so embarrassing...we all got tricked but this time y/n's been writing about him user9 @/user8 are we SURE though

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lando thought it was time to return the favor x

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user1 don't be shy, lando. show us the picture

user2 they're so book couple coded?

user3 if i write enough fanfiction will my celeb crush notice me too

yourinstagram not bad, norris.

lando so now you're all nonchalant? didn't seem like it last night user4 HELLO? freaks. FREAKS, i tell you. user5 well y/n it might be time to write your man a pr manual

user6 well she's definitely an artist for the ages. he'll be immortalized in her work. and her? her legacy speaks for itself but i suppose she might treasure that photo just as much

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a/n: have a great march!

[khorneschosen]

Typically the left wing of this country. However I do like keeping things broad enough to say that the you can refer to whoever it hits. If you read this and think this applies to you then it definitely does.

I will clarify my meaning however. And expand on it because I usually write a lot of these and don't expect much attention for them.

The left wing has always found it ideal that it's opposition would not be conservatives or libertarians because these typically operate with an entirely different framework of philosophy. And that means there is a meaningful choice between you and them.

However if you notice in Europe there is the opposite trend where people are asked to choose between national socialism and socialism. If you want a clearer example of this is the European politics particularly those in the western sphere.

It's why right now many of the more libertarian or at least alternative parties are gaining in traction in the Western European countries.

For example the Conservative party of the UK has always been a party of anti-capitalism since it's inception. Resulting in a originally feudalesque approach to politics which is not necessarily fascistic but it's differentiation is rather limited in its approach to problems. And it does not have the radical ideology which demands complete loyalty to the state.

This is the ideal state for left-wingers and socialist of all stripes that their opposition necessarily concedes to the principle behind what they proposed to do.

Understand the ultimate ideal behind socialism in this country and abroad is that you cannot demolish the Master's house with the master's tools in other words you have to overthrow the entire system in order to bring about the change you want thus it is not necessarily a boiled frog approach but you must actually dismantle the system violently and thus having an opposition who would validate your violent approach to politics is necessarily something you would need it order to engage in your Utopia building.

Thus as I pointed out from a political science perspective socialists need Nazis in order to bring about socialism.

However in America fascism is not a popular philosophy. Because necessarily in order for fascism to take hold Americans would have to a either start becoming racist which they are unlikely to do considering their outgroup preference or at least the whites out group preference is higher than its own in group preference so that's not happening.

Two and two after a decades of having even a slightly more authoritarian government since world war II the result has been a complete and total hatred of the federal government thus the state worshiping necessary for fascism cannot be maintained either. Americans made love their country but that does not extend to their government.

What's more it's kind of goes against the framework that has been defining American politics which is been the 2008 economic crisis and recession. In which the principled new right and new left were defined by occupy Wall Street and the tea party. Libertarianism and socialism.

In short fascism is not possible here and this is not even getting into the sheer amount of political parties and political interests that would not want this. If you look at the special interest groups not a singular fucking one of them actually once a authoritarian system because I will tell you blatantly that means that they're going to have to pay a lot more for lobbying rather than less.

However it is popular with a small subsection of Americans who don't realize that that is exactly what they're doing. And typically it's those who are trying to bring about the Chinese model in America. Which is often times you are very young and very naive and honestly very stupid American left-wing socialists. The differentiation between them both philosophically and just in policy is becoming weaker by the day. Though they typically don't do the predominant ethnicity sort of thing even though they do have their preferred ethnicity which they consider to be non-white. Particular focus with black because that is the ethnic group which scores highest in their privilege hierarchy. And when you necessarily start looking at what is the concept of power plus privilege and racism you start seeing a philosophy which is very close to David Duke's racial realism.

In short the differentiation between you guys and the Nazis is becoming a lot less day by day and I don't think you guys understand that or care to fight it because again the end of socialism being the creation of this utopia is an ultimate good and the ends justify all the means.

And finally for the part where I said we do not recognize your observations anymore it is mainly due to the amount of things that you have called fascistic or Nazis in the past decades. For example I was called a Nazi for bringing up the issue I had in my local community that being the hog from the feral hog problem the one that causes billions of dollars in damages in my state. Or the state next door which has one of the highest hog populations in the United States. One wonders if they even have people there or if the hogs finally started walking upright like Orwell said. Jokes aside Napoleon.

The ultimate point here is that we no longer recognize your ability to be one truthful and to actually be able to tell what is and isn't fascistic.

For one your movement has fascist as I pointed out and two the baseless accusations that have gone on for so long that you've ultimately destroyed the meaning behind that word and it has semiotically meant opposer.

Three the left wing approach to what is fascism historically and Nazism historically have been discredited because they are not accurate depictions of fascism or Nazism. It is a model which cannot be used to predict anything about what they did during the war or the philosophy of it or their actions during it what's more it is in conflict with how those people at the time describe themselves. And say what you will about subversive philosophies being one of yourself you necessarily know that they have to at some point tell you something about the ideology you are supporting You have to have a reason for it Free association and clever rhetoric will not actually get you supreme power anymore than any other subversive ideology.

In closing I'm glad that you allowed me to answer both your question and to clarify my own statement in greater detail.

An important PSA to remember!

[ID in Alt]

[juniperskye]

Stolen Moment

Based on the following ask: I was thinking it was Hotch and the reader's wedding but it's kind of loud and crowded and although the reader is no doubt excited to spend the rest of her life with Hotch the idea of the party didn't appeal very much because finds that type of event a bit difficult. So, she just hides but he knows where he can find her so he goes and sees her sitting in a corner with all her beautiful dress fluttering around her and he offers to skip the party and she just tells him ‘They’re here for us, it would be rude' but he really doesn't care, the only thing he wanted was for her to be his wife. I had to shorten the ask since it was a bit long, but I truly love this request – My wedding was lowkey because I knew I couldn’t handle a big wedding either.

Aaron Hotchner x Wife! Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 1645

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, reader has anxiety, wedding, wedding type content, feeling overwhelmed, Hotch being the best ever, mention of Jack, pet names, mentions of food and eating, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“And for the first time, I’d like to welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner!” The DJ shouted into the mic, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Aaron and you made your way into the reception hall, hands joined as he raised them up above you, effectively showing you off to all your family and friends. Aaron turned you around, pulling you back into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. Everyone continued cheering for the two of you, joyous to be a part of such a special occasion.

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The day had been so incredible, everything you could have ever asked for. You had done a private first look, the only witness was your photographer. After the first look you took photos with the wedding party before having the ceremony.

Your ceremony had been short and sweet, with Dave being the officiant, you’d been able to customize the entirety of it. He’d been amazing and personalized it to suit you and Aaron well. After the ceremony ended, Aaron and you stepped away for a private moment, signing your marriage license…but there had been another surprise, you’d also be signing the adoption papers to gain legal custody of Jack. The three of you shared a special moment, full of tears, joy and most importantly, love.

You then went on to take photos with your family and then Aaron, Jack and you took some photos as a family as well as just the two of you as a couple. The location your photographer had chosen was truly spectacular, it had been this lovely grove, the trees blooming with little white flowers, the grass green and lush. It had been perfect.

--

The reception had been scheduled meticulously:

Cocktail Hour (during photos)

Grand Entrance

First Dance

Dinner

Toasts

Dancing

Cake Cutting

Bouquet Toss

Grand Exit

You’d just had your first dance, to a slowed version of The Beatles I Will. Aaron had always been a big fan of the White Album, and that song seemed to be a perfect choice for your dance. Afterwards, you were happy to finally sit and eat, the constant interruption of family and friends coming up to you to offer congratulations and well wishes had been a little overwhelming, but overall, you were doing alright.

Aaron had kept his hand placed somewhere on you the whole night; clasped within yours, pressed to the small of your back, caressing your cheek or neck, or resting on your thigh like right now for instance. He did this to keep you grounded, he knew that this was a lot for you, having so many people around you, but more so the way they crowded the two of you, not leaving any room to breathe.

--

The toasts were planned, you had agreed that you didn’t want to do an open mic for toasts because that often took too long and you didn’t need any embarrassing stories shared in front of everyone. So, the only toasts that were expected were that of your sister, who was your maid of honor, and Dave, who was the officiant…but also technically a second-best man. Jack being the first of course.

What you hadn’t been expecting was Aaron to step up and give a speech of his own.

“I want to start this off by thanking everyone for being here with us on such a special day. For those of you that know us, well you know that I was down pretty badly from the beginning. She had me wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it. As our friendship grew, so did my love for her. I thought for a while that I was going to have to settle for being her friend because I needed her in my life one way or another. But then, she came up to me after months of, what I now know was mutual, pining and she said, “if you’re not going to ask me out, then I’ll just ask you.” That was the moment I knew I was going to marry you sweetheart. You aren’t afraid to call me out when it’s needed, you know how to break down my walls and comfort me through hardships, you make me laugh until my stomach hurts, and you have made me smile more in these last few years, than some people do in a lifetime. Jack and I are so very lucky to have you in our lives and I am honored to have become your husband here today. I love you so much sweetheart.”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as your smile grew. Your guests clapped, many of them wiping their own eyes. Aaron always knew what to say, he had a way with words that overwhelmed you…he was able to say exactly what he was feeling, and you wished you could afford the same luxury. Unfortunately, the words didn’t always come so easily to you. You were able to express yourself in other ways though.

--

The DJ welcomed your guests to the dancefloor, you had been making your rounds greeting people and catching up with some friends when it all sort of hit you…all at once. It was loud and crowded and your dress was starting to feel hot and heavy.

After attempting to catch your breath for a moment, you decided to get some air…that would surely help you to regulate.

So, you snuck out into the back of the reception hall, it had been lit beautifully by the setting sun. Off across the back there was a tree that had grown out parallel to the ground, it looked right out onto the lake behind the hall.  You made your way over and sat, your dress fluffed out around you.

You’d taken a few grounding breaths, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself…despite the anxiety that loomed from being around so many people for so long, it wouldn’t dim the joy you currently felt from getting to marry your true love.

--

It didn’t take Aaron long to notice your absence. Once quick glance around the reception hall and he knew you had gone off to try and calm your nerves. He made his way around to see if you’d gone to the restroom or to the foyer…when he came up empty, he decided to check outside and the view he was met with was breathtaking.

Straight ahead of him, was you. Your back to him, sat on the trunk of this tree with your dress cascading around you. The rays of the setting sun illuminated you from the front, casting this angelic glow around you. Aaron felt so incredibly lucky to have found you in this lifetime. He had been so sure that he wouldn’t find love again…but then you came around and proved him wrong. He couldn’t be any more grateful for that.

He walked over to you, quiet enough to avoid disturbing you, but he also wanted to make sure he didn’t startle you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder “you doing alright?”

“Hmm, yeah I’m okay.” You sighed, leaning into his touch.

Aaron could tell you were exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally. Today had been a big and long day. One that he knew would be hard for you to come down from. That was the thing, Aaron often sensed your anxieties before you did…you had high highs, and low lows. Today was the highest of highs…which meant a pretty big come down was sure to follow. Aaron wanted to do everything in his power to help you through that, starting now.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?” Aaron suggested.

“Honey, we can’t.”

“And why not? I’ll go grab Jack and the three of us will go grab something to eat and then head home to watch a movie!” Aaron smiled.

“It wouldn’t be right Aar. They’re here for us; it would be rude. Plus, this is our wedding, we’ve paid for all of this.” You huffed lightly.

Truthfully, Aaron didn’t care about all that. He just wanted to spend time with you. He was so incredibly happy to finally be married to you. Nothing else matters in this moment to him…just your happiness. All he’s wanted for the last few years was to have you as his wife, and now you were. His beautiful wife.

“Baby, it’s all for us. Which means we get to choose when it’s all said and done. What do you say?”

“Okay.” You smiled.

Aaron quickly made his way inside, he let Dave know your plan so someone could be in charge of closing everything up, he also informed your sister so she could make sure all your things were situated. Aaron then grabbed Jack and made his way back to you.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

--

The three of you made your way to your favorite diner, a 50’s themed one called Barb’s. Your favorite waitress had even been working, making the night even better.

“Hey guys, did you guys…are you in…I feel like I’m missing something.” Thresa laughed.

“We got married a few hours ago.” You filled her in.

“Oh, and you guys came here? I mean, congratulations…but shouldn’t you be at your reception or something?”

“I am in our favorite diner, with my favorite two people. There is no place I’d rather be.” Aaron confirmed.

“Well, dinner is on the house tonight. Did you guys want the usual, or something else tonight?" Thresa asked.

“The usual.”

--

Aaron, Jack and you ate dinner that night, laughing and smiling and recounting your favorite parts of the day. Though you knew deep down…that years from now, when you looked back on this day, this would be your favorite part. Sitting in Barb’s Diner, eating a grilled cheese across from your husband who knows you better than you know yourself.   

You had never felt happier.

Taglist: @bernelflo@pastelpinkflowerlife@just-moondust@khxna @crimesthatnooneaskedfor

[natsredbra]

you dragged yourself into this one. Model reader and guitarist nat thoughts please!!

i literally loveeee this prompt sm

so I imagine that Nat’s band got an honorable invite to a veryyy high fashion show

and she’s still not used to the fame so she’s stoked to go

and one of her bandmates tells her about all the models that’ll be there

“Y/N Y/L/N?!??” she asked him with her eyes wide as saucers

she’s absolutely blissed out when you walk down the runway, confident and beautiful

and of course, because of her special privileges she gets to meet you

and sure, you’d heard of her, even knew a couple of their songs

but with everything you heard, you didn’t expect her to be such a nice, kinda shy individual

she tells you allllll about how she thinks you’re amazing beautiful gorgeous and whatnot

compliments the shit out of your work

you keep up the conversation for pretty long, and she says that you must be starving

and yeah - you were, you had to rush after lunch to get your makeup and hair done

so she offered to take you to eat

you do agree, and as soon as you exit the building you’re met with countless flashing lights, pointing right at you

she restaurant she took you to wasn’t big or fancy, it was a rustic italian place

also told you all about how she used to eat here all the time when she first moved to the city

when you do get your pasta, it’s fucking delicious

it also didn’t hurt that this was a quiet side of town, and only a couple people recognized you

meaning you had a nice, intimate time

she insists on paying for the meal, and even takes you home

things only go uphill from there, when she messages you tomorrow already, asking about a second date

”date??” you typed out, gradually messing with her

but of course, you do agree

the second time you meet up at her place, she makes a nice dinner and makes sure to find out what your favorite kind of alcohol is

nothing much happens other then a kiss goodnight after watching a movie

however, date no. 3, your place

pretty much the same setting, but you sure do keep yourselves entertained as some horror flick played faintly in the background

her fingers aren’t only good when it comes to guitar, it seems

from then on, you take it pretty fast and fall in love like two dumb teenagers

also what I’ve said so so so many times…NASTY songs, all about you

cr to @theprismyyy for adding to it: also having your sweet moans in the tunes

the internet goes fucking wildddd, seeing as the two of you are pretty much the hottest couple ever

it reminds me sm of 070 x lily rose depp (if we ignore that meme LMAOO)

but yeah! pretty much the exact same vibe, only Nat is just as famous

setting up one a model friend of yours with one of her bandmates!!

Nat also calls you her wife ALL the time

saying in interviews “My wife is a fuckin’ model!”

overall, a very thrilling and happy relationship

(and since i gave out credits, @guryancentered thank you very much for starting this saga🫶)

[pinkyjulien]

I don't know who needs to hear this but- if a modder ask for a resume/portfolio before letting you test or preview their mods, run away cause their ego's about to explode

And if you want to help me and other fellow modders test their mods and take preview pics, you can join The Cyberpunks server! That's the only public server where I share my WIPs :3

[drdemonprince]

Imagine a world where we looked at having sex the same way we do going out dancing or grabbing dinner.

Some people really enjoy visiting dance clubs or restaurants, include their partners in these activities, and make them a cornerstone of their social calendar; other folks are quite indifferent, and can take or leave them. Some people might only like engaging in these activities when they are completely alone, and others among us have highly specific preferences for the ways we might participate in them, if at all.

We don’t tend to assume a person’s life is incomplete if they have never been to a rave, and if a new buddy recommends we take an invigorating walk instead of grabbing an order of tibs and injera, we probably don’t bat an eye. If a romantic partner doesn’t share our passion for darkwave it might cause us problems, but we could just as easily call up a buddy with a Boy Harsher shirt and still have a good time.

Most of us recognize there’s potential for trauma surrounding body movement and food, but we don’t consider a person fundamentally broken if their parents forced them to eat vegetables or take a ballet class. We’ll consider it wrong that their feelings weren’t respected, and understand if they never want to join us for Black Swan and cheese fondue.

We don’t clutch our pearls if a child finds out that people twerk or drink wine. Even when forms of these activities are firmly for adults-only, it’s evident to all of us that they can be openly discussed, that no one is harmed by acknowledging their existence. These parts of regular life are not seen as magical, or assumed to be always beneficial or always negative for a person. Sometimes you eat an incredible burger. Sometimes you trip over your feet and briefly look like an ass. Neither defines your life or brings you to ruin.

And in the bold, sex neutral world that I am proposing, we’d have much the same attitudes toward intimacy. If we could view sex neutrally, we wouldn’t necessarily consider it a deal-breaker if a romantic partner enjoyed floggings and we preferred Tantric massage. A person who eschewed all sex or only had sex alone would be a bit of a private type, not a fundamentally different or lacking type of being. If a person was forty-five years old when they made their sexual debut, we’d treat them like someone who found a new hobby later in life, not like they were carrying some major social defect.

When sex was used as a tool of abuse or exploitation, we’d focus a lot more on the facts of the mistreatment, rather than the lurid details of the sex. We wouldn’t treat sex as radioactive, imbuing all it ever touched with a kind of sinister energy. And because we wouldn’t have to push back against such a demonized view of sex, we wouldn’t have to claim that sex was some life-changing, sacred activity that possessed a special ability to cement marriages or alter bodies, either.

Sex would just be a blasé thing, like going to the grocery store, getting a foot massage, taking a shit, or rolling a joint: highly pleasurable to some, completely squicky and uncomfortable to others, varying in its importance over the course of our lifespan, and never fundamentally good nor evil, just a regular part of human life.

We could think dispassionately about sex if this were the case, not viewing gay men in puppy hoods as predators simply for existing in the open air, or penalizing librarians for giving kids resources about their own bodies. We could acknowledge, without flipping out, that fetuses masturbate in the womb, children sometimes tie their dolls up in proto-fetishistic ways, and teenagers have sex with one another.

We would not consider it pathological if a young person had no interest in any of this, or if any person enjoyed sex in ‘unusual’ ways — they’d be no more strange to us than a lover of peanut butter and pickle sandwiches.

And if a child were sexually exploited, or an adult person coerced into sexual activity, sex neutrality would allow us to look to the power and access that made such an awful violation possible. We’d see the problem was that a child had no one but their parent to rely upon, and nowhere else to go when that parent blocked them from seeing friends, restricted their access to food, or used them for personal gratification. Rather than being blinded by our aversion to sex, we’d be able to name all three controlling behaviors as equally wrong, all potentially fraught and traumatic.

I wrote all about sex neutrality and how it helps us to better understand issues of consent, abuse, and desire. You can read it for free (or have it narrated to you by the Substack app) at drdevonprice.substack.com

[oceansoul001]

So it's been around two weeks now since I've finished Kingdom Come Deliverance 2, and to tell you all that there has not been a single day that I haven't thought about this game would be such a big understatement. Cause I'm not sure there has been a single hour that I'm awake that I haven't thought about it. And it's so weird! Let me explain.

I mean, it's not atypical for me to be fascinated by a piece of culture, be it a game, a movie, a tv series, a book, whatever. But this, this is something else, on a completely different level, and for the love of everything I just can't explain it! Maybe two weeks it's still super fresh, maybe it's because I'm now still playing the first KCD, what keeps me within this world, but I find myself constantly going back to thinking about it, about the story, about the characters, and most of all of course about Henry & Hans, and how special they feel to me.

It is particularly weird with Henry, because he is this strange amalgam of a written character and a player character, a sort-of-my-avatar in this world, but at the same time quite defined. I cannot compare this balance to any other game protagonist really, every other (that I know of) was either one or another, with my preference being always the custom character with some defined characteristics - meaning custom looks and gender, even if the backstory or a general vibe was not changeable (like, let's say, a Dark Urge in BG3 is for me a custom character, even if some crucial parts of them are well defined). But Henry's not like that, he always looks like Henry and sounds like Henry. At the same time, the flexibility of how he can react to the world is wider than with a typical written character. And even if within the game story we cannot actually change or influence what happens, generally the same things in the main plot always happen to my Henry and to your Henry, I think we can still differ in interpretation, what it actually means for MY Henry, and it can differ from what it means for YOUR Henry. And neither of us would be incorrect.

Some people might compare this maybe to the Witcher series, which is probably the closest, yes, but for me it's still completely different. I never WAS Geralt in my heart in any game from the trilogy. I played as Geralt, I made some choices, I picked a romance, I was immersed in the stories etc, but it was always the same Geralt to me, one and established character, not MY character. Maybe because he was first and foremost the book character in my head, and much later a video game protagonist, so it might feel different for other people, but I never had with him this weird fluid feeling of being him and not being him when I played the games. And I have it with Henry. I don't know if it makes any sense at all to anybody beside me.

And with Henry, it feels different, it feels as if I partially were Henry, when I played; I would not ask myself "Hmm, what would Henry do in this situation", it was rather "What would I do", with me being Henry at that point. With me taking over the emotions that my Henry would feel at a given moment. This again might feel as a regular thing for some people, who immerse themselves easily into defined protagonists, but it is not typical for me. And I tell you more - I have this... Thing... That it is much more difficult for me to find my own voice in a male protagonist. I can love them and root for them, of course, but it is like watching a movie or reading a book. Not "becoming" them when I'm playing as them in a video game.

I'm this kind of RPG player that always, like ALWAYS, plays as a female character, if I have a choice. I've never thought about it much, or why it's that way, but it is something I am very conscious about. And with Henry it's somehow different, it's like the way he is written and presented leaves still a place for me to blend in somewhere as well, despite the fact that he actually has an unchangeable face and an unchangeable voice. ...Or maybe it is partially because of that? Meaning that Henry is NOT your 'typical male video game protagonist', thank gods. But it cannot be just that, as there are definitely more characters in other games that do not fall into this category as well, and they don't leave me with the same feeling Henry does. I cannot explain it any better I'm afraid, I just feel this special connection between myself as a player and Henry as a protagonist that I have not felt before. And it makes him so, so special to me.

With Hans it is much easier to explain of course. Everyone loves Hans. He is funny, and witty, and cocky, and caring, and emotional, and vulnerable, and yes, he is sometimes self-absorbed, but he is also this pure, naive idealist - I LOVE the part when he says to Brabant that the role of the nobility is to protect the people they rule over, because I know that he genuinely believes that! He is this type of character that I always feel the need to protect, even if he doesn't need it actually at a given moment. Like in the framework of the game, when I AM Henry, I would gladly carry him over any puddle, so that he always stays safe, and warm, and comfy, and I would die for him no questions asked at any given point, even if it meant like the worst possible game ending for me as a player. Have I already mentioned that I love Hans?

But there is also one more layer, the layer that in my head is simply labeled as "Henry&Hans", together. And this is probably THE weirdest part to explain from all of this babbling. But I've got to try. So generally, when it comes to romances in fiction, I would say that yes, I enjoy a good romance, I really like when it is part of a story, I root for characters that I like to get together. But I rarely think about it outside of enjoying said fiction. I am usually not much of a shipper, don't read fanfictions, don't download fanarts, etc. I am now trying to recall when was the last time that I was really, like REALLY invested in a fictional ship, and I don't know, I think it might have been in 2017, when The Last Jedi premiered, and I was immensely angry that Rey and Kylo Ren didn't get together. It was freaking 8 years ago!

It is a bit different when it comes to romances in video games with customizable protagonists, because in that case I don't only expect to be immersed, I demand to be immersed, so to speak, if this is supposed to work. I need to feel something, anything, to be engaged in a romance that I am supposed to be an active part of, meaning choosing a character to romance, picking dialogue options, enjoying interactions, etc. And it happens quite rare. Most of romances in video games are just an additional mechanic of a sort, and choosing "I am going to romance this character" is not much different than "I am going to buy this ship/horse/base", or less harshly "I am going to make all squad mates loyal to me", not necessarily because I like all of them equally, but because it is possible within the game, so why not.

The video game romances that truly got to me were of course mostly the ones that had some good writing behind it, or great acting, or an interesting angle. I loved my Astarion romance during my first BG3 playthrough, because it ticked all the categories mentioned above, but also something beyond that. And I never loved any other of the romances from BG3 to the same degree, even though most of them are truly great and I really enjoyed playing through them. I loved my Solas romance in DAI (and in DATV even), because it was so different, it mostly wasn't even there so to say, like it was probably the least of romance content possible to even have a romance, but it touched something in me. And... No, that's that, that were the only ones that I had feelings and emotions about as a me-player, not just as a character I am pretending to be. Up till now.

So, with Henry&Hans romance, to jump from one digression to another digression, because who is reading all this at this point anyway, for quite some time I didn't even know, and later didn't fully believe, that is in the game. I started to play KCD2 around two weeks before it premiered, and all I've heard at this point was that there is potentially some gay romance that some people were rioting about, but I didn't even care much. You see, coming back to my previous notes about not being really immersed into male protagonists, because I am not male, it was always the same, or even more true, with romances - I was actually really immersed only into romances where I can play as a female character and I can romance a male character of my choosing. Because that is how it works in my life as well. Imagine my surprise when I'm playing through this medieval simulator about some guys engaging in some politics and shit, not expecting that this is soon going to be one of the most important games in my life, and then suddenly getting smitten by these two. It was when we got to Trosky, I remember it clearly, and they told me that I have now twelve bell tolls to save Hans. MY HANS! I mean, not mine at that point, really. At that point what I felt was probably sadness, because I was sure, oh I was so sure, that they would never let us romance Hans, are you kidding me? Like two main characters that have a history together, that are actually connected to one another throughout the whole story? With Hans being present in the game as his own, fully fledged character, with his own story arc, being already our best friend? Not being in the game to serve the one purpose of being a romanceable character? And to top it all, with like two guys?! I believe I am quite media-literate, so to say, have consumed my portion of different arts, and I just know it won't happen, it can't happen. It would be a contradiction to everything we have known so far. This kind of ships happen only in our imagination, in our fanfics, in our fanarts. So I didn't even dwell on it much.

And then came the ride to Nebakov, the first in game moment when you see this dialogue option with a heart icon next to it, and what the hell, am I just imagining things? I kid you not, for the next week my mind was living in this prison of "are they fucking Hans-baiting me; I won't forgive them if they are", because I simply couldn't believe that this is actually possible, that this could be our romance option, a meaningful one!

So it was probably all of the above, finally a meaningful romance, not just something slapped on a game with a plot as a separate thing, finally a meaningful character, not a "romanceable character", but a main character with a possible romance, if you get what I'm trying to say. A character that I've already started to love. And with this incomprehensible thing of me becoming Henry when I'm playing, it clicked. It clicked as nothing else ever did in the fiction that I've experienced so far.

And now I'm sitting here, a woman in her late 30s, not queer, thinking about these two fictional guys and their fictional love, like every day, and what it means to me as a person, and I just can't!!! The weirdest feeling ever. But a wholesome one, I think.

Thank you, if for some reason you've decided to read through this, I promise that I am not crazy, or at least I thought so up till this point. Now... not so sure. I needed to vent it all somewhere, somehow, and this is probably like the only place on the internet where I won't feel very bad about spilling it all out.

[enden-agolor]

hi enden euuuhh i am terrified to interact with you but i just wanted to tell you that i adore your work and your creations bring me a bunch of joy!! it brought me and someone dear back together we haven't been able to see or talk to since i was eight. that month was truly one of the best months of my life to be able to talk to him over your cool fdau works and mcsm in general like we used to so thank you so so freaking much for choosing to continue to share your creations, and allowing me to go back to some of the most precious memories of my childhood 😞😞 i feel embarrassed typing this all but you have made such an impact on my life and it would be selfish of me to keep it to myself, thank you enden

You don't ever have to feel terrified to reach out to me, especially with such a heartwarming detail about your life 🥹. Andy and I hold our childhood friendship near and dear to our hearts, so it means a lot to us to hear a story as special as this. It's a massive honor that something we created was able to bring such a special part of your life back to you, especially to be able to bond over it together. I think that's truly amazing, and I'm very happy for you and your friend. I never expected this au, let alone other creations of ours, to impact people in such positive ways. I love it so much, and this is such an uplifting ask to receive, it's actually made my night.

Here, have this little doodle I drew on our whiteboard calendar. I hope you and your friend are doing well, and thank you so much for your kindness and support 💖

[wendichester]

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ sweet talks & sales pitches,

summary. cj tries to convince you to join the stand

pairing. cj braxton x reader

wordcount. 507

notes. happy jackles day .ᐟ 🩷

“C’mon, just think about it.”

CJ’s voice is smooth, persuasive—the kind of tone that probably works wonders on people calling The Stand for advice. But you? You’re not buying it.

Not yet, anyway.

You shoot him a look, arms crossed as you lean against the brick wall outside the student center. “For the last time, I am not joining your little teen hotline.”

CJ grins, completely unfazed. “It’s not little, it’s a big deal. We help people.”

You arch a brow. “And I help people by not giving them terrible advice.”

He gasps, all mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “I’ll have you know, I give excellent advice.”

“You once told a guy to deal with his breakup by watching Rocky and eating an entire pizza.”

“And? That’s fantastic advice.”

You snort, shaking your head, but before you can fire back, CJ moves—quick, smooth—throwing his arm around your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His body is warm against yours, familiar but also… not.

Because lately, it’s been feeling different.

The way he sits too close, the way his eyes linger a little longer, the way his compliments have started sounding less like friendly banter and more like something else entirely.

Like this.

“You know, you’d be great at it,” he says, his voice softer now, his chin dipping slightly so he can meet your eyes.

You glance up at him, suspicious. “You say that to everyone, or am I just special?”

His smirk deepens. “Oh, you’re definitely special.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips, betraying you.

“You’re smart, you’re a good listener, and you’ve got a voice that people would probably find super soothing.” He squeezes your shoulder, pulling you just a little closer. “And let’s not forget the most important part—you’re really cute, which will absolutely boost morale.”

Your breath catches for half a second before you manage an unimpressed look. “You’re seriously flirting with me just to get me to join?”

He grins, unrepentant. “Who says I need an excuse?”

Your heart does something ridiculous in your chest, but you school your expression, tilting your head like you’re considering it. “If I say yes, do I get to boss you around?”

CJ chuckles, low and warm, his fingers drumming absentmindedly against your shoulder. “You can try.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Tempting.”

His arm tightens around you for a brief second, and his voice drops just a little. “Say yes, sweetheart.”

The air between you shifts—lighthearted, teasing, but charged.

You could walk away. Call his bluff. Keep pretending you don’t notice the way he looks at you.

Or—

You exhale, shaking your head with a small, amused smile. “Fine.”

CJ blinks, like he wasn’t actually expecting to win. “Wait, seriously?”

You shrug. “You wore me down.”

His grin is brilliant, full of something undeniably pleased. “Damn right I did.”

And as he tugs you just a little closer, his fingers brushing your arm, you get the feeling this isn’t just about The Stand anymore.

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[fizzyboy]

So I've just seen all the asks related to Boxten's potential powers and like.

Boxten is kind of the mechanic/engineer of the group, right? So he would have to work with inorganic materials and such, one of them being metal.

What if, hear me out, he was a metalbender ? Like ATLA kind of metalbender. He could throw huge chunks of metal at his enemies, create new weapons just from metal scraps, make himself an armor on the spot and so on and so forth.

And this one might be a stretch but, since Vee is all electricity and energy and Boxten would have his metalbending, they could work together to create an entire army of automated artificial soldiers. Of course ressources are scarce so they wouldn't be able to make a lot of them, but one could already be big !

(Obviously this is just a suggestion and I may be all wrong with all of this. Love your au btw and hopefully you have a nice day)

...Ok, that's actually pretty good, BUT I'm still not doing that 'cause the more I think about it, the more I DONT want to give him special powers.

Buuuuut, i'm not gonna stop people from coming up with ideas.

[airandyeah]

Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.3

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces.

The store was small—just a handful of aisles, stocked with the essentials, but clean and well-kept. The kind of place where everyone probably knew each other’s business, which meant you were already regretting coming here with them.

You had barely grabbed a basket when a sweet-looking old woman shuffled up beside you, her warm eyes crinkling as she peered up at you.

“Oh my, you must be new in town,” she said, voice kind and familiar. “And here I thought these two hooligans didn’t like sharing their space.”

You opened your mouth to correct whatever assumption she was making, but before you could, Toji slung an arm around your shoulders, grinning.

“What can I say, ma’am?” he drawled, tone smug. “She’s special.”

Your entire body tensed. “I—”

“Oh, she’s more than special,” Sukuna added, stepping up on your other side. “She’s ours.”

Your jaw dropped.

The old lady beamed. “Oh, well, isn’t that just wonderful?” She patted your arm, eyes twinkling. “These two may look like trouble, dear, but they’re good boys at heart. You keep ‘em in line now, you hear?”

You made a strangled sound, desperately shoving Toji’s arm off you. “I—we—that’s not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Toji teased, giving you a wink. “No need to be modest in front of sweet Mrs. Takada.”

“Modest!?” you hissed. “You two—you—”

Sukuna leaned down, voice dripping with amusement. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

You swore you were going to kill them.

Mrs. Takada just chuckled. “Oh, young love. You three have a wonderful day now.”

She shuffled off, leaving you fuming in the middle of the store.

Slowly, you turned to face them. “You two are the worst.”

Toji grinned. “Nah, you just make it too easy.”

Sukuna smirked. “Come on, Omega. Let’s get your groceries before people start asking when the wedding is.”

You hated them.

The basket wasn’t that heavy. You could handle it just fine. But apparently, Toji had other ideas.

One second, you were shifting the weight in your grip, and the next, it was gone—plucked effortlessly from your hands as Toji slung it over his arm like it weighed nothing.

Your brows twitched. “Give it back.”

He raised a brow, smirking. “You’re struggling.”

“I was not.” You crossed your arms, glaring. “I can carry my own damn groceries.”

Sukuna snorted from beside you, casually tossing a bag of chips into the basket. “Yeah? And yet, here we are.”

You bristled. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Didn’t need to.” Toji adjusted the basket in his grip like he wasn’t even holding anything, then shot you a lazy grin. “It’s cute when you get all worked up, though.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. Alphas. Always acting like they needed to step in, like they had to take over. You were perfectly capable of handling yourself—you’d been doing it your whole life.

“Seriously, give it back,” you snapped.

“Nope.” Toji popped the p with infuriating ease.

You turned to Sukuna, fuming. “You gonna let him act like this?”

Sukuna smirked. “You think I’m any better?”

You let out a frustrated noise, snatching a can of soup off the shelf with a little more force than necessary. “You two are insufferable.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Toji chuckled, moving ahead of you toward the register. “Come on, stubborn. Let’s get you checked out before you throw a tantrum.”

You gritted your teeth, following after him.

If the whole basket fiasco hadn’t grated your nerves enough, Toji pulling out his wallet at the register nearly made you see red.

Your groceries—your food, that you picked out—rang up one by one, and before you could even reach for your own wallet, Toji had already handed over a couple of bills like it was nothing.

Your jaw clenched. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Paying,” he said casually, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

You shot a glare at Sukuna, hoping for backup, but he just leaned on the counter, smirking. “What? Gonna cry about it?”

Your eye twitched. “I can buy my own damn groceries.”

Toji just grinned. “Yeah, but this is more fun.”

You hated him. You hated them both. Your hands balled into fists at your sides. “Give me your damn Venmo—”

“Don’t got one.” He grabbed the bags, stepping back with zero shame.

You turned on Sukuna. “You, then—”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Mm… nah.”

You let out a sharp breath, trying to keep your temper in check. Alphas. Always thinking they had the right to take control, to step in uninvited. Like you couldn’t take care of yourself.

Toji slung one of the bags over his shoulder, then nudged you toward the door. “C’mon, stubborn. We’re taking you home.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” His smirk was nothing but cocky.

You stormed out of the store, practically vibrating with frustration.

The worst part? You didn’t take the bags back from him. ~~~ The car ride back to your cabin was excruciating.

Toji and Sukuna had spent the whole drive making smug comments, throwing you amused glances, and generally basking in their absolute audacity. Every time you grumbled under your breath, they just seemed more entertained.

By the time they pulled up to your cabin, you were barely holding onto your patience.

The truck rumbled to a stop, and before either of them could say a word, you snatched the grocery bags from Toji’s grip and shoved the door open.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, tone as flat as possible. You stepped out, desperate for space—for a moment without their presence weighing down on you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Sukuna called lazily.

You turned just in time to see the smug bastard leaning back in his seat, watching you with amusement. Toji, still behind the wheel, gave you a lazy two-fingered wave.

You bit back a growl, spinning on your heel and storming toward the cabin.

The sound of their truck lingering on the gravel sent a sharp pulse of irritation through you, but finally—finally—the engine rumbled back to life.

And then, blessedly, they were gone.

You exhaled slowly, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you.

Peace.

Finally, you could think. Finally, you could breathe without those two pressing in on you from all sides.

You set the groceries down with a little too much force, your mind racing despite yourself.

Because, no matter how much you wanted to ignore it—

Their scent still clung to you. Alphas. Alphas. FUCKING ALPHAS! You paced the length of your cabin, hands clenched at your sides, frustration bubbling under your skin.

It wasn’t fair.

Your body—your damn biology—was betraying you.

The lingering scent of them clung to your clothes, wrapped around you like a taunt. It was strong, invasive, and worse—your Omega instincts weren’t fighting it.

No, they liked it.

Your stomach twisted at the realization. Your body craved something you had no intention of giving in to.

You weren’t some weak-willed Omega, waiting around to be claimed. You had spent your whole life proving that you didn’t need an Alpha to take care of you. You were independent. You made your own choices.

And yet…

Your body didn’t seem to give a damn about your principles.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt as if you could shake off their scent by force. This is just instinct. It doesn’t mean anything.

Still, you hated the way your skin felt hot thinking about the way Toji’s muscles flexed pushing your car into the shop. The way Sukuna had smirked at you like he already knew what you were feeling before you did.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. No.

You weren’t going to be pulled in by them.

They could be as smug as they wanted. They could tease and push and act like they owned the damn town. But they didn't own you. ~~~ The truck rumbled down the dirt road, leaving behind a stubborn little Omega who had no idea what she was in for.

Sukuna leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest, lips curled into a knowing smirk. “She’s a tough one.”

Toji snorted, keeping his eyes on the road. “Stubborn as hell.”

Sukuna turned his head, watching the cabin disappear behind them. “You like that, don’t you?”

Toji’s grin was slow, deliberate. “Oh, love it.”

That little fire in you, the way you bristled every time they got too close—yeah, it was gonna be fun breaking that down.

“She’s already reacting to us,” Sukuna said, tapping his fingers against his knee. “Even if she doesn’t want to admit it.”

Toji hummed in agreement. “Doesn’t matter if she fights it. She’ll lose.”

And she would. Omega instincts didn’t lie. No matter how much you tried to shove them down, no matter how many glares you threw their way, your body was already betraying you. They could smell it. That sharp little spike of frustration, the way your scent wavered just slightly whenever they got close.

“You think she even realizes yet?” Sukuna mused.

Toji chuckled. “Nah. She’s too busy bein’ pissed off.”

Sukuna exhaled a laugh, his smirk deepening. “Good. I like a fight.”

Toji pulled into town, throwing his best friend a sidelong glance. “So? You in?”

Sukuna gave him a look like he was stupid. “Obviously.”

They didn’t need to talk about it much—hadn’t needed to for years. They worked in sync, had been since high school. If they wanted something, they went for it.

And you?

You were theirs. You just didn’t know it yet.

So they’d push. They’d chase. They’d win.

And by the time you realized you’d lost—

You’d never want to escape.

People had always assumed.

The way they moved together, the way they knew what the other was thinking without a single word—hell, the way they always stuck together.

Sukuna and Toji had heard the rumors for years.

But they had never been that way.

Sure, they had each other’s backs, knew each other better than anyone else, but it was never romantic. Never that kind of intimate.

But this? You?

That was different. They both wanted you.

And they weren’t going to fight over you—not when they knew how to share.

Sukuna chuckled darkly. “Cute how she thinks she’s got control.”

Toji’s grin widened. “Yeah. Real cute.”

They had all the time in the world to break you down.

To push you, tease you, drive you so far up the damn wall that by the time you realized what was happening, you’d already be theirs.

Like a toy between two hounds. One way or another, you were going to break.

And when you did? You’d never want to put yourself back together. ~~~ You stared at your phone for a good five minutes before finally caving.

You did not want to text them.

The very idea of willingly reaching out to those smug bastards made your skin prickle with irritation. But you needed your damn car back, and avoiding them forever wasn’t exactly an option.

With a sigh, you begrudgingly typed out the message:

You: Did you order the part yet?

You hit send, immediately regretting it.

Not even a minute later, your phone buzzed. You had changed their contacts to their actual names at this point.

Sukuna: Miss us already?

You groaned, flopping back on your couch. Of course that was his response.

Before you could ignore him, another text came through.

Toji: Yeah, it’s ordered. Gonna take a few days.

Simple. Direct. See? That wasn’t so hard. If only Sukuna could do the same instead of being insufferable.

But then, another text.

Sukuna: You should come keep us company while you wait.

Your grip tightened around your phone. You could practically see his cocky smirk.

You: Pass.

A moment of silence. Then—

Toji: You gotta leave the house at some point, sweetheart.

Your jaw clenched. Assholes. Both of them.

You tossed your phone onto the table, crossing your arms. No way in hell were you letting them get to you. You’d wait. You’d be patient.

You would not go running to them.

Even if the thought of their rough hands and sharp grins made your Omega instincts shiver in something dangerously close to anticipation.

You weren’t like other Omegas. You never had been.

Growing up in a house full of Alphas had made sure of that. Your mother was one—strong, sharp, a force of nature. Your brothers, every single one of them, followed in her footsteps. Loud. Overbearing. Built to dominate a room.

The only other Omega in the house had been your father, but most days, he barely felt like one. He had raised your brothers with a firm hand, standing his ground in a way that never once felt soft or yielding.

So where did that leave you? The answer had always been painfully clear—nowhere.

You never fit. Never wanted to fit.

While other Omegas dreamt of warmth and safety, of being cared for and protected, you wanted none of it. The very idea of submission made your skin crawl. You had fought your whole life to stand apart from the expectation that came with being an Omega—to prove you could be more.

Yet now, stuck in this tiny town, with two massive Alphas sniffing around you like you were something meant for them…

Your body was betraying you.

Your instincts. Your biology. That stupid ingrained part of you that curled in on itself whenever Toji or Sukuna so much as looked at you a certain way.

You hated it.

Hated them.

Hated the way you could still feel Toji’s warmth at your side when he had taken the grocery basket from you. Or how Sukuna’s voice sent something shivering down your spine, no matter how much you fought it.

You would not let them win.

You had fought too hard to be your own person—to be more than what nature decided for you.

And you would not let two cocky, insufferable Alphas be the ones to unravel it all.

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[fourthwonton]

The Chitrarak family and Dokrak

Khem wanting Rak back home or wanting her to visiting her mom has nothing to with them missing their daughter, and everything to do with wanting control back over her.

He isn't concerned about what the relatives will think about Dokrak taking art instead of medicine, he's concerned about her choosing her own career instead of doing what he wants her to do, when he wants his family to be full of doctors.

He will only control her even more, choose her speciality and use his connections to get Rak working where he wants her to, get her married to the guy he wants her to, I'm sure he will use her marriage as an alliance for himself.

Rak's mom and Kawi are both trapped. Kawi's dad owning such a big hospital means that he will never get to practice if he leaves the family, Khem will make sure of it.

Dokrak's mom being trapped with an æbusive husband and a cheater when she's a doctor herself because she has no people of her own, not even her parents. I'd say she's socially isolated.

And that's why I respect and admire Rak, she was just out of high school when she decided to leave. It takes strength to make the choice to leave a toxic family, especially when she knows that she's leaving her mom and brother behind.

Knowing that she needs to struggle financially, lose the safety net. I don't blame her. That's what makes it all the more powerful, and I'm happy that Rak is still kind and loving, that she has found her people to support her through this.