#and actually... I'm so glad we are. LOOK AT THEM.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi! I enjoy your stories very much. As a shy person myself wanting to push myself out of a shell I am curious if you've always been naturally good at meeting people, or do you get social anxiety too? Sorry if this is a super random/personal question. I appreciate you!

I used to get REALLY bad social anxiety but then I accidentally threw myself off the deep end on the first night of college when I heard people assembling furniture out in the hall and thought "If I do not get up right this second and go hang out with those people I'm going to lie here crying about how much I miss my family all night and they wouldn't want that."

So I went out in the hall and said "Hi! I'm [Gallus], and I thought I should meet people instead of being a miserable wreck in my room!"

And then we spent the rest of the night assembling dorm furniture, talking about weeb shit and generally having a good time! and every single time I've gone and introduced myself to someone since then, I've either made MORE friends and had a good time, or had, at worst, a perfectly neutral time. So that positive re-enforcement really helped.

Anyway, the three Guidlines to Meeting People:

Meet people at places they expect to meet people. People do not want to make friends when they are busy with something else- see how much we hate it when people come to the door when we were working or cleaning. But when they're at somewhere they expect to socialize like a Hobby Meeting, a convention, The Club? they're THRILLED to make friends and tbh probably glad you broke the ice. Go to places where people who share interests with you are meeting. They'll probably adopt you.

2. The Worst Thing that will happen is that you will lightly confuse someone. No for real. Nobody is going to scream at you and you're not going to terrorize someone by saying hi. It's fine.

3. Sample conversation script for those of us who have brains that make us act like we're in a movie:

*Be At Place to Meet People* *See someone who looks interesting to talk to, who is not actively doing a physical task or already having a conversation* You: Hello! I love your (Physical aspect of their appearance they chose: Hair color, lobster-themed dress/Dog/Orbital mechanics tattoo)!" Them: Oh, thanks! It (single sentence of explanation: I did it myself/It has pockets/He loves people/I got it for completing my thesis!) (this is a sign that they are open to social activity) You: That's so cool! I'm (you name), and I'm new here. You seem like cool people, can I hang out with you? Them, and I actually for real swear this will be the answer 90% of the time: Sure!

Congratulations! You have introduced yourself to someone. Continue to be a huge dweeb about the thing you have a mutual interest in and you will shortly have a new friend!

[catssluvr]

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader (870 words)

in which you convince spencer to dance with you in the rain

warnings: kissing, fluff :)

based on this request by my sweet anon 🪼 <3

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You walk down the leaf covered streets, one hand holding Spencer's while the other is buried deep inside your jacket's pocket. It's not unbearably cold, but enough to prickle your bare hands. The crunch of the leaves under your feet and the warmth of his hand is enough to make you content.

Spencer's rambling on about the history book he finished recently, making sure to tell you every little fact he didn't know until reading it.

This isn't unusual, you take the tub together everyday and he insists on walking you home from there. Even though you're pretty sure he has to walk for two more blocks than he usually would.

Your attention feels like it's divided between listening to him intently and admiring the way he scrunches his nose when he's trying to remember the exact words on the book while quoting them.

"You know, with technology and basic tools, the egyptians built constructions that are more than three hundred feet tall. The biggest question is how they managed to lift the materials up, what's believed is that they used ramps." He occasionally rubs his thumb against the back of your hand as he speaks, stealing glances at you to make sure you're still listening.

"Yeah? I didn't know that." You answer with a small smile.

He pauses as he's about to go to back to talking before saying, "I'm not boring you out, am i?"

"No, never." You reassure with a gentle squeeze to his hand.

You don't blame him for feeling nervous, this is all new to you too, dating him. You're just glad it's him.

"Are you sure? Because you don't have to-" You don't let him finish as you lean to kiss the corner of his mouth. His cheeks turn a dark shade of red and his lips turn upwards into a shy smile.

"I'm sure. Promise."

Before either of you can say anything else, you feel a drop of water hitting your cheek. It's only now you realize how dark the sky is, water pouring down more and more which each passing moment.

"We should hurry." Spencer grips your hand, pulling you to walk at a fast pace.

Your house is still a few streets away and you can already feel the water making it's way through your pants. Truth is you don't think that there's any way you're going to get to your house without getting completely soaked, not even if you actually run.

That's when the idea hits you. You drop your hand from his, waiting for him to turn around with a confused face before saying, "Dance with me?"

"What?" He asks, brows furrowed in confusion but a smile threatening to spill from his lips at any second.

"We're not gonna get home dry anyway." You give him your best pleading eyes, grabbing at the sleeve of his coat to persuade him even quicker.

"We'll end up catching a cold, angel." You know he's probably right, but the idea of dancing with him in the rain is way too tempting to care about getting sick.

"C'mon, Spence. Live a little." You tease with a warm smile, it's quite obvious he's going to give in. "Please?" And that's all it takes for it to be impossible for him to reject your request.

"Yeah, alright." Spencer rolls his eyes to feign annoyance, though his eyes tell you the opposite.

With a triumphal grin, you pull him to the middle of the empty sidewalk. Your arms find place around his shoulder and you take a moment to appreciate the sight of him with wet hair. You don't think you've ever seen him like this before but it certainly is one look that you like seeing him in.

His hands move to rest on your waist, encouraging you to sway gently. He rubs your hip with his thumb over your jacket ever so tentatively, gazing at you so softly you feel like you might melt into a puddle.

It's like you're not even bothered by dancing to no music, the sound of the rain pouring and your breathing against his cheek being enough of a melody to him. He suddenly regrets thinking it was a bad idea.

Spencer pulls you flush against him, barely any space between both of your mouths. "Is this okay?" He asks in almost a whisper.

You barely have time to nod before he's smashing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. Your fingers tangle themselves in the wet hair at the nape of his neck, nose nudging his gently as you return it just as eagerly.

Your hands fall to his chest after a moment as he moves to cup your face, the kiss becoming soft but just as addicting.

You're not sure how long you stay like that, you don't care. It feels like doing this forever would be a quite easy task.

"We should probably go." You pull away breathlessly, giggling at the way his lips follow yours and your comment almost falls into deaf ears.

"Live a little." He quotes what you had said earlier, all the shyness from earlier disappeared as he smiles teasingly.

You don't have time to answer again as he kisses you one more time.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[moonstruckme]

Well hello lovely Mae!! Happiest of birthdays omg and a new theme? Killing it, absolutely incredible ✨ I'm having to anon because when I made my side acct, I connected with my main 😅 so this is longlivedelusion!

7k?? Actually insane. Biggest congrats to you on that, not that I'm surprised since your writing is amaaazing. So to celebrate, I'll try requesting?? Hopefully I do this right loll

Craving a bit of an apple pie with Rem or Sirius (or both!) and #21 (the sake one, I think that's the right number)🥰 feel like Sirius especially would love to travel a bit outside the UK, so interested to see how you'd approach~

Omg hi my love!! Thank you so much. I have to admit I was a bit intimidated by this request because I've never had sake but I tried haha <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 418 words

It’s suspicious enough that Sirius decides to make tea, but your confusion only worsens when he comes back into the sitting room carrying three small cups you’ve never seen before. 

“Did we get new cups?” you wonder aloud. 

Remus nearly stands up in his hurry to take two from him, tsking. “Don’t burn yourself, love.” 

“We did get new cups,” Sirius says, sitting back in his spot beside you and blowing into his cup with a smug look. “And something new to drink.” 

You take yours cautiously. It’s steaming, but the liquid inside doesn’t look like tea. You smell it cautiously. “This feels like a scheme.” 

Remus hums his agreement. Sirius shrugs coyly. 

You decide to humor him. “What new something did you get us to drink?”

He grins at you. “So glad you’ve asked, my loveliest girl. Tonight, we’re drinking sake.” 

“Definitely a scheme,” says Remus. 

You take a small sip of your drink. It’s sweeter than you expected. Fruity, with a bit of sharpness. 

Sirius kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I just think we could all use a bit of cultural enrichment. Sake is Japanese. You know what else is in Japan? A rich cultural history and stunning natural landscapes.” 

“Are you quoting a magazine or something?” you ask. 

“I’ve been doing some light research.” 

Remus laughs. “If you want to go to Japan, you only have say so.” 

“Fine.” Sirius sighs, but the sound is laden with fondness. “I’d have liked to get through my presentation, but yeah. I think we should go to Japan.” 

“I’d like that,” you say. He looks at you, delighted, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ve always wanted to see the cherry blossoms.” 

“We’d have to save up for a little while,” Remus cautions you both. “I’m sure we want to have enough money to do everything we’ll want to, but yeah. I’d love to go, too.” 

“Really?” Sirius’ voice pitches. He leans over to kiss Remus, then you. “Thank you, my loves.” 

“You don’t need to give us a presentation to ask for things.” Remus rolls his eyes lovingly, taking a drink from his cup. “Or buy new cups.” 

“I wanted them anyway,” Sirius replies. “Actually, the sake was only the first part of the plan. I didn’t think you would agree so easily.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “What was the rest?” 

“Well, actually, our booking at the karaoke place isn’t refundable…” 

Remus groans. 

[lostloveletters]

This Must Be The Place (John Brady x OC)

Summary: Home is a place, and a person, and a strange thing to navigate when Brady’s been away from his for so long, and Woody’s never quite had one.

Note: I really missed writing for Brady and Woody, I'm sorry it's been so long! I was thinking I'd have this done like a week ago, but then I got stuck on a scene and had to rewrite some things. Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Some angst.

‘I’m coming home. Woody will be with me. We’re getting married.’ 

John’s letter home, sent just before their departure from England, hadn’t been that short, but the message was clear enough that by the time they were Stateside, his mother had called—paid the long distance charges and all—just to speak to him after years of anxious writing. He choked up when he heard his mother’s voice again after so long, handing the phone to Woody so he could compose himself when he felt the conversation getting away from him.

Woody’s semi-frequent correspondence with his mother, particularly after his father died, put her in her good graces, as she found the letters odd yet charming. She especially appreciated the photo of the two of them that Woody included in one of her letters—which must have been from the party for Dye’s crew when they completed their 25th mission, since she was actually wearing her WAC uniform instead of her typical coveralls in it. ‘I thought it was from a movie magazine!’ his mother gushed to him in the letter that followed.

Looking at that photo, framed and displayed on the slightly yellowing floral-patterned wall along with decades’ worth of memories, from his parents’ wedding to his childhood with his brother, made him more certain of his future with Woody than ever. 

He pulled his pipe from his mouth and sighed. Being home without his father around made him feel a bit unsettled, even though he had been greeted with hugs and kisses from just about every one of his relatives at the door. His father had been their rock, the one who kept it all together, the kind of husband and father he aspired to be someday. Turning around to look at his fiance, he tried to see her through his father’s eyes, and quickly determined he would have liked her, there was no way he couldn’t have.

Woody cleaned up damn well when she wanted to, her blonde hair had been in hot rollers and then painstakingly styled early in the morning, before they took the train into town, his brother Gene waiting at the station to drive them to Victor. She scrounged up the money to buy a new dress from a department store for the occasion—midnight blue, loose-fitting, ‘Something I can move in,’ she had told him. John wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to seeing her legs like that. Throughout the evening, his eyes drifted to the soft, flowing hem around her knees as each of his relatives fawned over her.

It wasn’t necessarily eavesdropping, not when aunts and uncles and cousins clamored over each other to speak to his future bride, who bashfully accepted their compliments and patiently entertained their questions.

“You’re from San Diego, aren’t you?”

“San Francisco, actually, but I’ve been all over.”

“San Francisco! It must be so sleepy up here to you!”

“Oh, I’m just glad to be wherever John is,” she said, glancing over at him almost shyly. “We could end up in Alaska for all I care.”

Her story of how they met won them over. The twinkle in her eye when his relatives gasped and crossed themselves when she told them of his crash landing upon arrival at Thorpe Abbotts—a detail he omitted in his letters home, it only would have been a source of unnecessary anxiety back then, but humorous and exciting in hindsight.

She’d ridden up to the wreckage of a well-executed emergency belly-landing in the truck with Ken Lemmons and the rest of the available ground crew, ready to get to work once he examined the damage. In the middle of Ken’s quick and astoundingly accurate assessment—’It really wasn’t that bad,’ she assured his enraptured family—she introduced herself to the fort’s pilot, mentioning to them how handsome she found then-Lieutenant John Brady when she first saw him.

“Love at first sight,” one of his younger cousins gasped.

“Something like that.” Woody said, light laughter in her voice. “After a while, I realized the progress on the plane wasn’t all he was interested in when he came around the hangar to watch me work.”

Their eyes met from across the modest living room’s threshold, sharing private smiles as if the dozens of people crammed inside all disappeared. 

“Can you blame me?” he finally said.

Everyone had something to say after that, all clamoring to get their two-cents in. One of his uncles patted his shoulder, "You picked a good one."

He grinned—he sure did.

The sentiment was reiterated as the larger group dispersed throughout the house. He managed to slip into the dining room to make a plate of what was left of the hors d'oeuvres his mother had set out. Cheese and crackers, some cold cuts, too. Didn't realize how much he missed things like that, savoring each bite as he stood near the kitchen, watching Woody with one of his aunts.

She slouched a bit, withered compared to how she had been entertaining everyone in the living room. 

“A lady mechanic,” his aunt marveled, “you know I can hardly believe it, but I’m sure you showed those boys a thing or two.”

“I was just glad I could do my part,” Woody said, the canned answer acceptably modest.

“Your family must be so proud of you.”

Her strained smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “My parents are, um—“

“Aunt Del, I think I heard my mother asking for you,” John interrupted, setting his plate down.

“Oh, I better go see, then. Lovely talking to you, dear,” she said, patting Woody’s arm before departing the kitchen.

Woody leaned against the counter, audibly sighing in relief. She fought to blink away her exhaustion, traveling into town in the morning to keep up a facade through the evening, wanting so desperately to make a good first impression on his family, the agreeable, lovely future in-law they all wanted.

He moved in front of her, shielding her from any nosy relatives who might poke their heads in, looking for her. 

“You saved me,” she said.

“She shouldn’t be bringing it up anyway," he said. "I know my mother told them—"

"It’s a practice run for the wedding.”

“We could elope. Go to the courthouse first thing in the morning…”

She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes darting all over the room before bringing her attention back to him. "No, we couldn't," she said with finality. "It wouldn't be fair to them."

But it'd be nice. Shorten the list of things they had to worry about, though it'd just as quickly put her on his family's shit list as she managed to get in their good graces over the course of an afternoon. It almost felt too easy. Maybe that was what everyone wanted after everything that happened over the past few years, glad to finally have John home and willing to overlook any reservations about the woman he brought home with him.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look?” he asked, gently tugging on the hem of her dress and pulling her from her thoughts.

“I feel naked without trousers on.”

“I wish you were.”

She tapped his chest with the back of her hand. “Watch it, Johnny.”

“I’m sorry we have to stay here.”

“Why?”

He nodded toward the crowded living room. “Lack of privacy, for starters.”

She shook her head, echoing her earlier sentiment. “I’m just glad to be with you.”

“As soon as we’re both working, we’ll start looking for a place. Maybe an apartment to start.”

“Your family would be okay with that?” she asked. “Us living together?”

“Probably not, but we’re engaged at least, and after the past two years, I don’t want to be without you again.”

“Me either.”

They spent the following half hour or so hiding in the kitchen before his relatives began filtering out, leaving them with hugs and well-wishes and promises to invite them over for lunch or dinner sometime. 

"Woody, it was great meeting you," Gene said, giving her a hug. "Keep an eye on this one, he might not look it, but he can be trouble."

"I'm enough trouble for the both of us, believe me," she said, retreating back to John's side.

The house was soon empty, save for the three of them, sitting in the living room with the radio playing softly in the background of the conversation between John and his mother.

Even though she brewed some coffee for them, Woody could hardly keep her eyes open. She nodded off for a moment, her mug nearly slipping from her hands.

"John, the poor thing is exhausted. Why don't you show her upstairs while I clean up? I made up your brother's old room for her."

"Thank you," Woody said. "Really, for letting me stay here. I can pay you rent, or—"

"Please, you're almost family now. And I trust you both to…" his mother struggled to find the words, almost flustered, and Woody tried her best to contain a snicker, "mind yourselves."

"Woody keeps me honest," he lied.

"Alright," she conceded with a smile. "Good night you two."

As soon as they were upstairs, they wasted no time in shoving into the bathroom together—a tight squeeze, but more than fine by them. Their respective nighttime routines peppered with kisses and soft touches while teeth were brushed and faces were washed, practically pressed against one another while sharing the limited sink space. 

They paused to look at themselves in the mirror on the wall, a domestic portrait staring back at them. He pressed his lips just below her ear, settling his chin on her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. 

Whenever she blinked, she expected it to be a dream she would wake up from, back in the barracks at Thorpe Abbotts, waiting for him to come back, worrying incessantly. But she put her hands over his and squeezed gently. Real, warm, loving. Always loving.

"I wish we didn't have to sleep in separate rooms," she mumbled.

"We'll be fine," he said. "It won't be for too long, anyway."

She wanted to say something—that it was ridiculous, they were adults for crying out loud. And after everything he especially had been through, couldn't there have been some grace, some wiggle room, all things considered? But it'd been clear through the way his family interacted with him throughout the day that they didn't know nearly as much about it as she did. Even then, there were things he kept to himself, things she'd probably never know.

Feeling almost useless, she turned around, pressing her lips to his, hoping he knew everything she couldn't say was in that kiss, in the way her blunt nails tenderly scratched his jaw. "I'll see you in the morning."

The hallway was short, the room easy enough to find with Woody's two suitcases sitting neatly next to the door, Gene having brought them up for her once they got to the house, encouraging her to unpack after the party, 'Make yourself at home.' She hesitated, more than used to living out of the two suitcases and not having much to her name anyway. She was careful when she set one of them on the bed, digging through for pajamas, a satin set consisting of an olive green camisole, matching robe, and loose, flowy pants with lace detailing around the cuffs. John bought it for her when they were in Manhattan, insisting his family would think he wasn't taking good care of her if she puttered around in her old PT shirt and men's pajama bottoms. Felt like they spent half the money they had on hand to buy new clothes, so they'd be real people and blend in with all the rest. 

His mother made up the room beautifully for Woody—the soft, worn linens smelled faintly of detergent, but mostly of home, something she heard plenty of people refer to when the scent of a certain blend of tobacco or freshly cut grass was in the air, but never quite understood until she got under the covers and immediately thought of John.

Settling on her side, she stared at the wall between them, like if she looked at it long enough, she'd be able to see through it, see him. One measly wall, nothing compared to two years and thousands of miles, but she still missed him terribly.

She wrapped her arms around her middle in a weak attempt to comfort herself and closed her eyes. She couldn't find sleep behind them despite her earlier exhaustion, her racing thoughts keeping her awake.

The door creaked open, and she sat up on her elbows, brows furrowed in confusion until John closed the door behind him.

“Are you out of your mind? Your mother could come up here any minute and—“

“It’s not that…I can’t sleep without you,” he mumbled, almost embarrassed. They’d spent the past few weeks practically attached at the hip, from the time he arrived back at Thorpe Abbotts, on the ship from England to New York, to the guilty weekend in a Manhattan hotel room. Even in the familiar walls of his childhood bedroom, he tossed and turned when left to face the night alone.

“Oh, Johnny,” she cooed, extending her arms to him. “Come here.”

He curled up into her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She silently cradled him until she felt hot tears on her skin.

“Are you alright?” she asked softly.

“‘m sorry."

“Don’t ever apologize. I love you.”

“I love you.” He held her tighter, the way he would cling to a teddy bear when he was a boy, too young to face his fears on his own but too old to seek the comfort of his parents for it. “I love you so much.”

In an attempt to calm him down, she stroked his hair. It wouldn’t look great, his mother finding them entangled in bed together or catching him sneaking out of her room. She didn’t seem like an unreasonable woman, though. Surely she would understand that seeking comfort wasn’t a sin—nothing they did was, not when there was love at the root of it all.

“Go to sleep,” Woody whispered, though she could tell by his steady breathing he already was. “I’ll be here in the morning.”

[wanderingblindly]

Your Landoscar no homo/full homo guide fics are hilarious and awesome. Do you know when the second chapter will be out? do you have any spoilers until then?

oh my goodness thank you so so so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really glad you enjoyed them!!!! enough to drop me a message? sobbing

I'm not certain when the second chapter will be done, unfortunately. if I'm honest, I think it smutted too close to the sun and burned myself on it a teensy bit, so I'm letting my brain rest.

But! I do, indeed, have an UNEDITED treat for you below the cut :)

"Uh." Lando gapes, pupils blown and blood quickly leaving his brain, frozen on the bench next to the shelves. Oscar drags his pants down a fraction lower, and lower, eyes locked on Lando like a dare. A taunt. "I –"

"Gonna waste your time watching?" Oscar asks, pulling Lando out of his own head. He's on his feet before he realizes it, mouth on Oscar's jaw and replacing his hands – the back of his fingers grazing the soft skin of Oscar's hips, moving his fireproofs down around his thighs urgently. "We gotta be quick," Oscar whispers, voice resonating on Lando's lips.

"Uh huh," He nearly whimpers, actually whimpers when Oscar moves to tug blindly at Lando's race suit.

Oscar's voice drops low, low enough that Lando can feel it vibrate in his teeth. "So ask for what you want."

"Need you so bad," His voice is pitched, an undignified whine against Oscar's jaw.

Oscar palms at Lando's cock, straining pathetically against his fireproofs. "Ask."

"Please let me –" Lando can't finish, his own hands wandering to grab at Oscar's ass, wishing he could see the way his fingers dig in.

"D'you know how?" Oscar's smiling now, Lando can feel it – it goes straight to his dick, nearly takes out his knees.

Oscar manages to get his cock out before he can answer, squeezing it without preamble. "Fuck," Lando hisses, pulling off Oscar's jaw to look him in the eye.

"Yeah?" Oscar's still grinning, crooked and knowing; Lando's not confident he can form words, already lost in it all.

"Please," He tries, eyebrows furrowing as Oscar slowly moves his hand up his cock. "Teach me how to fuck you."

"There you go," Oscar whispers, leaning forward to press their lips together softly. Leading. Just like last time.

[rems-writing]

Returning home

》 Pairing: butler!San × plus-sized princess!reader (platonic)

》 AU: OUAT (Once Upon A Time) AU

》 Wordcount: 1,951 words

》 Rating: sfw

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

This is a part two. You can read part one here

The Choi brothers were nervous as they rode the carriage back home to the queen's castle. They tried to reassure each other that everything will be fine when in reality, both of their words were a lie. It had been exactly a year since they went back to their hometown to reconnect with everyone and everything. From rekindling old friendships to visiting their childhood home.

"What if she doesn't remember us?"

"Jongho, relax. I'm sure she will."

"Are you though?"

"We both wrote letters to her everyday."

"But I feel it isn't enough."

"It is. Trust me."

San gave his little brother a small grin. He made it convincing enough so he could hide the inner turmoil he was feeling. Truth be told, he was more nervous that the princess wouldn't remember him. And Jongho was the one with a crush on her! Even though San always found the princess to be gorgeous, he only thought of her as a little sister. Nothing more, nothing less. He wasn't too keen on finding someone to settle down with just yet.

"Mr. Choi and count Choi. We have arrived."

The Chois looked out the window and saw the unique yet familiar looking castle, feeling relieved momentarily as they arrived home. They thanked the carriage driver and hopped out before retrieving their bags from the back and walking towards the front gate of the castle.

"Senior butler Choi and count Choi! Welcome back!"

San smiled politely and nodded in acknowledgement to the two knights who lifted their weapons and bowed respectfully while Jongho shyly waved at them. He still wasn't used to the title.

"Well well! If it isn't my two favorite Chois!"

"We're the only Chois you know, Robin."

The king laughed heartily and hugged both of them tightly. San then felt a tug at his pant leg and he looked down to see a young boy with curly hair and dimples. His wide curious eyes looked up at him and he waved. San waved back before looking at Jongho in confusion.

"There you are, Roland!"

San's ears perked up at the sound of the queen's voice echoing in the hallway before seeing the actual woman herself run towards them. She scooped up the young boy and smiled brightly at him.

"Got you!"

Roland giggled as the queen kissed his forehead before turning her head towards the Chois. Her eyes widened and she quickly handed Roland off to Robin before hugging both of them.

"San! Jongho! Welcome home!"

"T-Thank you, Regina."

San chuckled quietly at Jongho's shy yet respectful tone after Regina greeted them.

"It's good to be home, Regina."

"I'm glad you guys are back."

"I see a lot of things have changed here."

Regina blushed as San teased her and walked towards Robin before placing a hand on his shoulder and sighing in content.

"Yes they have. However, one thing won't change. And that's your presence in Y/N's life."

At the mention of your name, the Chois felt their hearts race. It increased when they saw you walk down the hallway with Belle, your tutor. You stopped in front of your parents and greeted them warmly per usual. When you noticed their big smiles, you grew curious.

"Mom. Dad. What's going on?"

All they did was simply step to the side. Your gaze landed on two familiar figures and a loud gasp escaped your lips. Tears welled up in your eyes and you covered your mouth to prevent any sobs (of joy) from escaping.

"SANNIE! JJONGIE!"

You cried as you sprinted right towards them. They both caught you in a bone-crushing hug. You were thankful that you decided not to wear makeup today. As soon as you landed in their arms, the waterworks poured out.

"Hi, princess."

You felt yourself slightly swoon upon hearing San's voice. Despite only seeing him as a friend, you couldn't deny that he was attractive. You looked up at him and smiled weakly before turning to Jongho, whose hands fit naturally on your waist.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You swore that you fell in love all over again with Jongho. Your heart raced as you observed him. It had only been a year but to you, it felt like a century.

"I've missed you guys so much."

You spoke so timidly as you tried hard to make sure your voice didn't crack. San cooed at the sight of your bashful nature and took you back into his arms, which Jongho slightly protested. Robin chuckled at the sight.

"Come on, boys. You made it just in time for dinner."

San & Jongho grinned at the king before linking arms with you so the three of you could catch up on things you missed out.

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Less than a week had passed and San fell back into routine as your butler. He missed accompanying you and teasing you about your crush on Jongho. He even encouraged you to confess to him and ask him out to the gala that was being hosted by King Arthur in Camelot. At first, you were unsure. However, San's reassurance of Jongho reciprocating your feelings were more than enough to boost your confidence. Soon, the day of the gala came and San watched from afar as you & Jongho danced the night away.

"Not much of a dancer, lad?"

San jumped slightly at the new voice, only to be relieved when he saw Merlin and his wife Nimue standing next to him.

"It's not that. I guess... I just haven't found the right partner I suppose."

Merlin hummed while Nimue looked deep in thought.

"None of these princesses suit you?"

"I'm sure they do... if I was into them like that."

Nimue gaped at San for a minute before gasping slightly.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry for assuming."

"It's no worries, Madam Nimue. I get it."

Merlin couldn't help the smirk on his face. He bid Nimue goodbye before grabbing San's wrist and dragging him along the corridors of Arthur's castle.

"Um... what are you doing?"

"Finding your soulmate."

Merlin soon stopped San and made him stand just a few feet away from a stranged looking out into the distance.

"Have fun~"

Before San could protest, Merlin had already disappeared. He sighed slightly and fixed the sleeves on his blazer before clearing his throat. If he were to remain here for the remainder of the entire night, he might as well make some friends.

"Good evening. I hope you don't mind me standing here. I just needed to get away from the crowd."

The stranger turned his head towards San and both men felt the breath be knocked out of their systems.

"O-Oh! It's n-no worries!"

The man answered yet it fell deaf on San's ears as he found himself captivated by his beauty. He looked like an angel! Maybe he was an angel...

The man (angel) was a little bit shorter than San. He donned a white ruffled Victorian styled shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks that fit his slim legs perfectly. He wore black steel-toed boots and underneath the shirt was a black leather body harness that San found fascinating yet it complimented the natural honeyed complexion his skin had. His wavy black hair hung in front of his face and San noticed a pink splotch near the corner of his right eye.

"Is that a birth mark? If so, it's pretty."

The man blushed and looked away bashfully, leaving San to chuckle quietly and find him adorable. He stepped forward and grabbed his chin so he could properly look at the man's face. His brown eyes were wide with curiosity & shyness, his cheekbones were dusted with a light pink due to his blush, and his jawline appeared sharper than San's. His lips were set in a natural pout.

"Forgive me for being so bold. I can't help it."

"That's ok. I l-like it."

San found his stuttering cute and he grabbed his hand before lifting it to his lips so he could kiss the back of it.

"I'm Choi San. Pleased to meet you."

The man had to regain his composure since he almost lost it when he heard the soft and gentle voice of King Robin & Queen Regina's senior butler. Seonghwa, his own butler, and prince Mingi, his friend, has relayed stories about him before. However, to see him up close and take interest in him was something he never expected. Nonetheless, the young marquis found himself hypnotized by him and wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

"Nice to meet you, San. I'm Kang Yeosang."

---------------------------------------------------

Ever since Robin & Regina caught wind of San's newly found infatuation with marquis Kang, they have done everything in their power to tease him relentlessly. And it didn't help that Y/N & Jongho were in on it as well, especially as a couple now. San was currently dusting the bookspines in the history section of the castle's library, humming to himself as he moved on to the next section. He saw Y/N & Jongho talking in a hushed whisper before he froze when the two of them looked up at him. Mischief was in both of their eyes and they fought hard to bite down their giggles.

"What are you two up to?"

The exasperation in the butler's voice was apparent and they both shook their heads before Jongho decided to take off. Y/N, on the other hand, stood up and approached San before reaching her hands out to fix his appearance. She swept a few strands of hair back, straightened up his tie, and adjusted the collar of his shirt before stepping back to do a onceover of him.

"Princess... what are you doing?"

"I order you to stay here until told otherwise."

Before San could say anything, she giggled and sprinted away. San sighed and set down the feather duster on an empty shelf. He mindlessly fiddled with the gold ring on his index finger and sighed airily, unsure of what to do other than stand there. A figure approached him from behind and wrapped his strong arms around the butler's slim waist. San froze at the feeling and looked down to see whose arms were wrapped around him. When he turned around, he felt his heartrate go up and his eyes were filled with love as he looked down at who's hugging him.

"Hi, Sannie~"

The marquis giggled and let out a delighted yelp as San picked him up and spun him around a bit before setting him back down so he coule connect their foreheads.

"I've missed you, Yeo. So much."

Yeosang giggled again and gave San a proper hug before pulling away so he could properly look at his man.

"I have great news. I'll be staying here for a year! My castle is under renovation right now and I do need to discuss trade deals with the royal family so yeah. This works out for the both of us!"

San smiled brightly at Yeosang's news and hugged him some more.

"That is indeed such excellent news. But what about your own butler? Will he not stay with you?"

"I sent Seonghwa back to his home town. I don't need him right now. Besides, I've got my eye on this handsome butler right here."

San smirked at Yeosang's little flirtation and he retracted his arms so he could properly hold the marquis's hands.

"Come with me then. I'll show you around the castle then. Mayhaps you can stay with me."

Yeosang happily nodded at San's offer and the two men exited the library so they could walk around. From afar, the royal family and Jongho watched them with proud smiles on their faces.

Their plan had worked.

[fabbyf1]

happy friday, besties!

first off, let me say that i'm still giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet over the reaction you gave me for chapter one. you all are so fucking lovely, and it's something i'm still getting used to even after all this time together. i'm so glad you liked it and that you're excited for the fic!

this is the most excited i've been about a fic in sooooooo long! i'm so happy we get to watch them fall in love together.

i'm away this weekend visting my bestie for her birthday, but i'm still working on chapter 2 when i can. i can't wait for you to read it! i'm hoping to have it out sometime next week.

but to hold you over...

snippet under the cut!

Max had an honest to god pep in his step as he walked into the paddock, feeling confident that he had put all the weirdness from yesterday behind him. He was Max Verstappen, after all. He was a three-time world champion who had a killer poker face. He was good at blocking out all the noise in his life and focusing only on the job ahead of him. 

But then he turned the corner into the row of garages, and standing outside Ferrari hospitality, wearing the shortest fucking shorts known to man and a bright red team shirt, was none other than Charles Leclerc himself. 

And suddenly, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

Max swore that with the way the sun was shining through the buildings, Charles had an actual fucking glow surrounding him. 

What the fuck. 

Charles was bending down to tie his shoe, and Max couldn’t help but stare at his ass since it was up in the air. It didn’t mean anything. It was just... there. Rupert was mid-conversation about how the humidity would affect their hydration plan for the day, but Max wasn’t sure that any of his words were making it to his ears. 

Because. 

Well. 

Why was Charles wearing shorts that were two sizes too small?!?!

“—and I’ll bring them to you, alright, mate?” Rupert said, elbowing Max and making a rush of air leave his lungs. Max turned toward him, only to find Rupert giving him a look that said, why are you ignoring me, asshole? You pay me good money to tell you these things. Max coughed, feeling caught out and a bit rude for not listening. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” Max said, trusting that whatever he was agreeing to was fine. 

Rupert laughed at him, and Max flipped him off as they turned into the Red Bull garage.

[beanghostprincess]

You made me into shuggy enjoyer but now I’m sad shanks doesn’t actually care about buggy in canon. How shuggy shippers live with buggy being so obsessed but not shanks

I'm glad I made you into a Shuggy enjoyer!!! But, with all due respect, I don't know where the whole "Shanks doesn't care about Buggy" thing comes from. In fact, I believe it to be the other way around?

In their childhood, Shanks was the one to look after Buggy constantly even when the tiniest of things happened. We see Shanks bothering Buggy for his attention, then staying with him when he's sick to take care of him (instead of going to Laugh Tale), also Shanks asking Buggy to go sail with him... And that's not something a rejection like Buggy's and years can erase.

They might not be together now but that doesn't mean Shanks doesn't care about Buggy. In Marineford his mood changes drastically when he sees Buggy and he goes back to teasing him like always but not in a malicious way, but in a "back like the old days" kinda thing. His mood also changes in the worst way when people ask about Buggy.

We don't have much content of them as adults now, but if I had to choose which one cares more, it'd be Shanks (and also, his whole character truly is about caring and protecting the ones he loves). Not saying Buggy doesn't care (he does) (he literally won't stop mentioning Shanks, lmao) but his resentment and envy blind him enough to turn that care into hatred and rivalry so it isn't as obvious.

We as a fandom have turned Shanks into a guy who's completely obsessed with Buggy for laughs and because it's cute, but it really isn't that far from the truth because the few moments we have of them in canon it's always Shanks looking after him and Buggy trying to reject him.

I don't wanna sound mean or condescending, sorry 😭💖 I just don't know where the perception of Shanks not caring comes from...

[llamaisllama777]

LAES,TSAMS,EAPS DAILY*/WEEKLY* REVIEW SHOW!!!!

Sorry it's been a bit since I last did one of these, but I'm back and here to take a look at today's new episodes

I love this group so much!!!

I'm glad Molten,Jack, and Dazzle have finally found friends like them. It's so cute and wholesome!

I love how they just yeet a toy to its death in the beginning of the episode. I love how they just stinkin' trying to solve a murder (A FAKE ONE)

I love how Sun even gets involved and goes full Riddler. (Sun face it, you're a father now. And a great one at that!)

This episode was so fun and cute! I love it!

I wonder if Sun and Moon's will be as wholesome?

Oh....oh no.

Nexus.... did it.

He broke Moon.

I didn't think it was possible to break Moon unless it was like the death of Sun or something, but here we are!

Moon did still hold remorse for what happened to Johnathan and probably the July 16th kids as well it's just unlike Sun, Moon didn't express his emotions. He kept them inside, hidden deep. And now Nexus has brought all those emotions to the surface!

I like how Moon says that Sun and Solar will be fine without him. It's a problem ya but the fact he thinks Sun and Solar are so capable without him it's kinda wholesome.

Monty is actually a pretty good friend. Monty admits he is not perfect, far from it! But he's changing. He's better now. Thanks to the whole Celestial family! Monty tries to help Moon, but it's clear Moon is gonna need a bit before he can be back to his usual self.... if he ever does.

Now, with Moon out of action, this means it will be easier for Nexus and Dark Sun to kidnap Sun. This may have all been a part of Nexus' plan break Moon, take Sun. Nexus will probably try to torture Sun and break him to get the shards but considering the fact even after Creator badly mentally tortured Sun and didn't get what he wants I don't think it will as easy as Nexus think it will be. Sun is stronger than any of them know.

And lastly....

Eclipse ACTUALLY OPENING UP TO SUNRISE AND MOONLIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SHDHDVEUDGJWWEHEIEHWD!

YEEEEESSS!!!!

About time!

I'm glad to see that Eclipse is.... kinda sort of trying to be a friend.

Hopefully, Sun, Moon, and Eclipse can figure out what to do about this universe's Eclipse if/when he shows up.

Hi, Francis, long time no see. 👋

Also, Francis has a point, Earth, Puppet, Foxy, Sunrise,Moonlight, this world's Monty, and even Ballora are his friends. It's time for him to realize and embrace that and I hope he does soon.

Puppet.....please....get some rest! You are no help to anyone like this! Have you even talked to your son since the murder he witnessed!

Go talk to him! 👉 🦊

Seriously, Puppet, this isn't helping anyone. It's hurting you and the others, and you probably are Vincent's number one suspect for the murders.

GREAT EPISODES!

Especially, the Sun and Moon show episode! I really liked that one.

11/10!

[yelldeadcellvrremix]

We FINALLY got the trailer for the Netflix Devil May Cry anime, and here are my notes so far:

Okay so it's confirmed that IS Johnny Yong Bosch voicing Dante. And I fucking love it because 1. I'm taking anything to get rid of Dante's original voice actor, and 2. We're going full circle in two different ways and that is really funny to me

Either way, I like what we've seen so far of this Dante. I say this as a compliment btw: It feels like the reboot game had a sequel where we see Donte after he's abandoned his jaded and rude persona.

The few seconds we see of the demon designs look nothing like the games' stylization and while I understand it from a technical standpoint, I'm disappointed with what they ended up substituting them with.

Apparently the rabbit villain is imported from the manga but I don't look at DMC material outside of the games themselves so whatever. I'm just glad I finally have an excuse to go "ACTUALLY, IT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE FOR ME TO MAKE MY DMC SELF INSERT AN ANTHRO"

But what I wanna know is:

WHO. THE FUCK. IS VOICING VERGIL?????

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hello, Could you write about Reader being terrified of coming out as a lesbian and it is giving her so much anxiety. Renee helps her

It's just angst-hurt/comfort-fluff ?

Love you work XOXO

🧡💜

You Call At 3am, I'm Picking Up

|| Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, reader struggling with sexuality, reader and renee are friends, anxiety

|| Summary; Reneé and reader have been friends for years. Reader's struggling with her sexuality and Reneé helps her out.

Requests open!

Started; September 18th

Finished; September 18th

~~~

Reneé had woken up at 3am to a call from you. She had a separate ringtone just for you, so she could easily recognize when it was you calling versus someone else.

With a tired groan, the blonde reached for her phone and picked it up, answering your call." Hi, baby." Her tone was low, little raspy from sleep.

"I'm gay." You practically blurted it out between sobs and it took her a moment to register what was actually happening. She quickly sat up, holding her phone to her ear," Reneé, I'm gay and I don't know what else to do-"

"Okay, okay. Shh, baby. Deep breaths." She waited as she listened to make sure you were taking breaths," I'm proud of you for coming out. That's amazing and we can totally celebrate later if that's something you're down for- but right now we can just talk. Or you can talk and I can listen."

You took deep breaths, listening to Reneé's voice as she rambled. The idea of celebrating with her later was nice... but you were still freaking out. You'd been up all night having anxiety attacks over this until you finally called Reneé. Who was one of the only gay people you personally knew.

"I... I'm scared, Neé. This changes everything- I- God. Fuck." You groaned, leaning back on your bed. You couldn't get your words together you were so exhausted. But at the same time you couldn't sleep. Sleep- shit. You just realized you probably woke Reneé up," God, I'm sorry- I woke you, didn't I?"

"You did. But it's okay. Especially when it's for a call like this. Want me to come over?"

"Yes please." You breathed out a sigh of relief. Glad that Reneé wasn't upset with you for waking her and glad that she was coming over to help you. She was an incredible friend and you don't know what you would do without her most days.

It didn't take long before you heard a knock at your door and went over to open it, finding Reneé standing there with a box of chocolates and your favourite ice cream.

"Wasn't sure if this would be a chocolate situation or an ice cream, so I bought both." She handed them to you and you gave her a soft a smile. Taking the sweets from her.

"Thanks, Neé." You moved out of the way so she could get inside and headed to your kitchen. You put one of your treats away (you can decide which one) and kept the other. Walking back over to Reneé who sat on the couch, watching you closely.

"What do you need from me? Advice? Comfort? Someone to listen?" She asked, she wanted this to be all about you. It was a big moment.

You thought about it and then looked into her eyes as you took a bite from your treat," maybe all three?"

She nodded and rested her arm to the back of the couch as she faced you fully, listening to your every word.

"I just... lately I've really started notice that I feel different around girls. Like, how I'm supposed to feel for guys but I don't feel that way at all for them and it was just really confusing. I've been up the last week or so just nonstop thinking about it and then finally just decided to call you because I really don't know what else to do." You rambled out, she sat and listened.

That explained why you looked so tired to her all week, Reneé didn't realize how poorly you'd been sleeping and that worried her.

"It can feel that way." Reneé nodded," if you're certain you're gay then you're gay, that's okay, Y/N. And if anyone tells you otherwise you send them to me."

You laughed a little at that last bit and nodded, yeah. You'd be safe with Reneé backing you up.

"Thank you, seriously. You're... amazing." Reneé didn't miss the dreaminess in your tone and bit back a smirk. She had a good feeling about what that meant and how you felt towards her, but she stayed quiet on that. Wanting you to come to terms with it first because you probably didn't even fully realize at this point.

"Of course, baby. How do you want this to go? Do you want people to know?" She asked.

"I don't think I do... at least, not yet. I want to get a little more comfortable with it first."

She gave your hand a small squeeze," sounds perfect. You don't ever have to come out if that's not something you want, either. But should you decide to... I'll be there every step of the way."

The rest of your night was spent relaxing with each other, eating snacks, watching movies. Until about 5am when you both fell asleep against each other on the couch. And that was the best sleep you'd had in a long time.

[random-knowone]

Hi! I'm glad you're posting so much about Harris. Almost no one I follow/am mutuals with has been talking about the election at all even though it's so close, even though they were doing so much back in 2020. Do you have any thoughts on that sort of situation? Maybe it's that they're tired of talking about it, but it's just really concerning. It's like the election doesn't even exist to them, and they stopped talking about it once they couldn't complain about it. (First they complained they didn't like Biden because of his support for Israel. Then he dropped out and Harris took over and they complained about her being a cop and supporting Israel. Then there were a few posts explaining that she was a prosecutor and actually did a lot to help people, and also that she also supports Palestine and wants a ceasefire. After that, it's been absolutely nothing from any of them for weeks. Many of them are Americans living in the US, too. (Though it's more understandable for someone outside the US to not want to bother, even mutuals and people I follow who live in other countries had been extremely vocal about US politics in the recent past, so it still feels strange for them to also be saying nothing about it now.)

Hey there, thanks for reaching out! I think it's a shame that I lot of folks aren't talking much about this election when so much is on the line.

I think a lot of people either don't realize how much is on the line, don't like Kamala for whatever reason they may have, or see it as "obvious" to vote for Kamala and don't bother talking about it because they assume that everyone already will.

My advice would be to talk about it yourself, make and reblog posts about it, be the change you wish to see. And hopefully, your mutuals will see those and reblog them, spreading the word. Especially posts about Kamala's plans for office, and her past record throughout her career, to help the folks who don't know enough about her to make up their minds.

A lot of people seem to have this idea that both parties are the same, or that Democrats never get anything done. I think a lot of this stems from people just not paying close attention to what goes on in politics, which is understandable. The main reason Democrats don't get as much done as they say they will is that they get blocked all the time by Republicans in the House and Senate, which the majority of people seem to forget about.

Many leftists on here don't like Kamala because she worked with Biden, or because of the ongoing issues with the war in Gaza, or because they just don't think she's left-wing enough. The best way to address these types is to remind them that even if they don't like Kamala, she's better than Trump. And one of them is going to be our next president, no matter what. An election isn't about picking the person who matches your values to a T, it's about choosing which of two options you prefer, even if neither are perfect.

In the case of people you're close with, you can talk to them about their views on this election, and answer any questions they might have, or address disinformation they heard.

The most important thing is to be kind and understanding, because at their hearts, everyone wants what's best for our country, and for their loved ones. We just don't always agree on what that looks like. The best way to convince people is to figure out what issues are important to them, and explain how Kamala is the best candidate for them.

[sovamurka]

Okay, I ordered my posterbook as a gift for all the suffering I went through this month! Now let's take a look at the promo photos 💙

Allies. A very nice-looking one. Makes me want to eat some cookies. I am so glad that Nika, Arthur and Jessica are spending time together! It's at least some semblance of their old team that we miss very much.

Plague Doctor. We've seen a part of this one already but it makes me happy to see the full picture. It feels like a fairytale where feelings are so magical and overwhelming they lift you off the ground. I'M IN LOVE WITH A FAIRYTAAAA-

Demonslayer x Realmwalkers. An old-time favourite (b)romance strikes again. I know that Danila and Andrei's relationship is very dear to the entirety of this publishing house. And it shows! However, I hope that it's not the only Demonslayer or Realmwalkers poster. Because they miss a perfect opportunity to reference the final chapter of Demonslayer that literally takes place during New Year's.

Mrak. That's actually the newest comic line published by Bubble Comics. Very gruesome and very scary to the point they literally consult publishing house's own lawyer if they can depict certain things. Dark, dark, dark, like a rainy night. But hey, it can't rain all the time! So now it's snowing :D

UPDATE. WE WILL ALSO HAVE THE GAYEST POSTER IMAGINABLE

yes, I learned it from one and only phobs' telegram, now we're officially dead

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery

[aberooski]

If I could actually color and shade with real colors and not just black and white and have it not be complete dogshit it would be so over for you guys.

[daincrediblegg]

oh yeah shoutout to one of the students in my class today who pointed out it was edgar allan poe's birthday which started an impromptu 52 man happy birthday chorus for him. legendary behavior.