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[bbokicidal]

"What is That?" | SKZ | [B.C.]

Notes: Based off of the selfies Chris has sent on bubble in the last few days after their Tokyo concerts - and how he said he acquired the Wolfchan hat. ;]

Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bangchan x Reader Word Count: 900

"...Christopher." The speed at which your boyfriend whips around to face you seems like it should've given the poor man a broken neck. With his cheeks full of sandwich and the food itself tucked into his hands near his chest, dark eyes stare in circular saucers at where you stand in the living room. "What is that?"

"Babe!" He peeps, the word muffled with his mouthful of ham and cheese. "I thought you went out with a few friends for lunch, so I made myself a sandwich." Chris' eyes fall to his hands before he decides to carefully set the food on a small plate lingering on the island.

Your brow cocks in interest. "I wasn't talking about the sandwich."

Wide eyes blinking in confusion, the two of you hold eye contact for a good few moments before his head tips curiously as if asking what you were referring to. Your hand lifts to your temple, the tip of your index finger slowly tapping along your hair. As he swallows down his food, Chris lifts a hand to mimic the action but pauses when he feels something soft that definitely is not his hair.

He realizes then that you were talking about the hat currently tucking down his curls; Grey, fluffy - Wolfchan ears.

"Oh!"

A smile blossoms over your lips. Your arms cross over your chest as if waiting for an answer and your boyfriend doesn't hesitate in beginning to explain. "It's a hat I wore at the concert in Tokyo last weekend when we did our outfits SKZoo themed! Do you like it? Isn't it cute?~"

And you giggle, carefully shaking your head at just how adorable your boyfriend can be. Hard to believe he's the one taking his shirt off at every concert he performs in. "Very. But aren't those wardrobes for concerts only? How'd you get them to let you have it?"

The silence that follows - along with the way Chris' eyes slowly widen one more time - seems to give you the answer you were asking for.

"...Christopher."

Lips rolling in and pursing shortly after, he slumps forward a bit. "I stole it."

"That's what I thought." You chuckle, turning your back to him to continue folding the laundry you'd just taken from the dryer - You know, what you were doing before he decided to make his presence known. "It is very cute though. I can't blame you for taking it."

And with that, you think the conversation would be over. But Chris seems to recognize that there's something still lingering in the air - like words left unsaid floating just above your pretty little head. So he makes his way over until he can wrap his arms around you from behind, fingers teasingly squeezing at your sides. It was a feeling you'd never get tired of; Being cozied up in strong arms and giggling under wandering hands.

"Are you... jealous?"

His teasing accusation makes your shoulders bounce with laughter, and his head bobs along to the motion with his chin resting along the collar of your shirt. You can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he giggles out, "You're jealous I have a cute Wolfchan hat and youuuu don't.~"

Forcing your laughter down in your chest and pursing your lips although they still form a smile, you manage to shake your head. The towel in your hands folds neatly as you regain focus, confident in your words. "No, absolutely not. I'd never be jealous of a silly little hat."

"So..." Chris starts softly, beginning to sway behind you and smiling to himself when you join in on the sweet motion. "You wouldn't be excited if I told you I snagged an extra one for you, too...?"

You pause, dropping the towel down upon the stack already folded before turning to face him with curious eyes. Chris pops a brow and hums out, loosening his hold on you so his hands can rest comfortably along the small of your back. "Mm?"

"Is it also Wolfchan or is it a different character?"

A smile paints plump lips, your boyfriend stepping back so he could bend down and grab the black backpack leaning up against the couch you'd been folding laundry on. It unzips, the sight too beautiful to behold as he plucks out another grey beanie with Wolfchan ears - Yes, another one he secretly snagged just so you could match.

And with grinning, giggly expressions and rosy cheeks, the two of you take a few pictures cheek-to-cheek so he can have a new wallpaper for his phone. Yours too, of course. He also makes a note to send them to the group chat later on, met with the puking emoji from Minho almost immediately in response - then a thumbs up so he knew it was all in good fun.

Though seeing the pictures of the two of you in the group chat made Chris think. Maybe he could post them to Instagram, or send them on his Bubble. Maybe it was time to make things... publicly official.

It's a wandering, shy thought at first, unsure if it's a safe thing to do or if he'll be scolded for it by the company. But he decides it's the right time when he peeks over at you folding laundry still, now wearing the Wolfchan hat with the cute ears poking up from the top of your head.

Yeah. He definitely wanted the world to know you were his.

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[beriliaa]

[a-book-of-creatures]

You can only reblog this today! Next time Thursday 20 will follow Wednesday 19 will be in 2439!

[wutheringwaves-hub]

Which standard 5⭐️ did you choose?

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[queerascat]

“ACES BELONG AT PRIDE”

a PSA for the naysayers and encouragement for those who need it. mostly the latter rather than the former, but for those who needed the PSA:

you’re welcome.

※ photos taken May 2018 at Tokyo Rainbow Pride. see more at queerascat.com.

[prideknights]

⚔️🌈

[brysbeddixt]

Happy Pride to asexuals with platonic life partners. Happy Pride to asexuals with romantic partners. Happy Pride to asexuals with no partner. Happy Pride to poly asexuals. Happy Pride to grey asexuals. Happy Pride to trauma-based asexuals.

[multifandomfix]

What Is Honor Without Love — Simon Basset

Summary: You accompany Simon on a promenade and the two of you battle to understand your feelings for one another.

Word Count: 1,037

Warnings: None

It was the perfect weather for a promenade. Simon, as well as your mama playing the role of your chaperone, departed outdoors and for a short carriage ride to what was deemed the most beautiful place for a walk. Simon took your gloved hand as he helped you from the carriage. Your feet firmly on the ground, you looked to him in thanks, finding a smile on his face. You found yourself mirroring his expression as you glanced back at your mama who watched with barely concealed curiosity. Her gaze followed you as you took Simon’s arm, and she kept a respectable distance behind, allowing the two of you room to converse.

As you began your walk, the streets bustled with the usual activity, and a comfortable silence settled between you and the duke. It was a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of balls and other social gatherings. The gardens you were headed to offered a peaceful reprieve that allowed for reflection and conversation. Just what you needed.

The sound of your footsteps in the grass mingled with the distant chatter of nearby vendors and the laughter of children playing off in the distance. The calm atmosphere seemed to envelop you both, offering a sanctuary from the prying eyes and expectations of society.

“Do you often promenade, Simon,” you asked, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if you were afraid to shatter the tranquility of the moment.

“Not as frequently as I should, I suppose. Or as much as Lady Danbury might wish me to.” His statement was punctuated with a short laugh. “I am partial to the countryside,” he said after, his eyes scanning the horizon as if seeking something just beyond what was visible. “But there is a certain peace that these well manicured gardens provide that is almost as good.”

You nodded, understanding the allure of solitude. “I find the chance for a promenade quite agreeable. It offers a chance to escape, even if only for a moment.” Your mind wandered to the days spent traipsing through your own family’s estate, finding comfort in the quiet beauty of nature.

Simon looked at you with an analytical gaze. “Is that why you agreed to come today? To escape?” His question hung in the air, and you didn’t know quite how to reply.

Caught off guard by his directness, you hesitated. Finally, you settled on what seemed like the truest answer. “In part, perhaps. But also because I enjoy your company. Despite your reputation,” you added with a playful smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

Again he laughed, this time softly, and it was a sound that seemed to reverberate through the air. “I’m glad my company isn’t entirely intolerable.” There was a warmth in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

The path ahead led to a more secluded part of the gardens, a hidden gem known only to a few. As you walked, you felt the pressure that the social season had placed upon you melting away, replaced by a growing sense of ease that you felt with Simon. The garden was a haven of tranquility, with vibrant flowers in full bloom and the gentle hum of bumblebees and honeybees alike flitting from blossom to blossom.

“Simon,” you began, your tone more serious, “why did you really seek me out yesterday? You could have had the company of any lady in the ton.” You stopped walking, turning to face him with genuine curiosity.

He paused, considering his response before committing to it. “I suppose I’ve grown weary of the games we play in society. With you, there’s a refreshing honesty. I don’t have to pretend.” His admission was a rare glimpse into the man behind the title and reputation, a vulnerability he seldom showed.

His words struck a chord within you. “I feel the same. It’s exhausting, always putting on a facade.” You sighed, the weight of societal expectations still heavy on your shoulders despite this otherwise blissful reprieve.

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. “Then let’s not pretend anymore. Let’s be honest with each other.” His eyes held yours, a silent plea for sincerity. One that you hoped your expression was echoing back to him.

A breeze rustled the leaves around you, a gentle reminder of the world continuing on despite the weight of your conversation. You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second guess yourself. “I don’t know what this is, Simon, what we’re doing, but I know it’s different. And it frightens me.”

His expression softened, that rare vulnerability showing through again. “It disarms me as well. But I think it’s worth pursuing.” His hand reached out, gently brushing against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to truly consider the possibility of something more with him. You smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile. “Then let’s explore it. Together.” The words felt like a promise, a tentative step towards an uncertain future.

Simon’s smile mirrored yours, and in it was a promise of companionship and perhaps something deeper. As you continued your walk, the conversation resumed and flowed more easily, your previous uncertainties replaced by a tentative hope. You spoke of your dreams and fears, finding comfort in the shared honesty that so easily came between the two of you.

By the time Simon had returned you and your mama to your doorstep, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the street. Simon bowed gracefully to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Thank you for today,” he said simply, though you knew it meant more than mere pleasantry.

“Thank you,” you replied, your heart lighter than it had been in days. “For everything.” Simon had understood your meaning and his smile grew subtly warmer and wider.

As he walked away, you knew the promise of tomorrow hung in the air. He’d seen you for who you truly were, as you had begun to see him as he was, and for now, there seemed to be a delicate thread connecting your hearts. For what was mere honor without love, you wondered.

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[edit-me-prettyplease]

Happy Pride Month y’all!

[xoxochb]

Hiiiii can u pls write jason grace dating a very chill fun loving/chaotic dionysus child?

(Gn or male if u can pls)

I hc dionysus children as very like chaotic other than party animals idk.

Like they're coming up with the weirdest shit or weirdest logic that somehow still makes sense though it shouldn't.

Like very Alice in wonderland kind of guys for some reason. Idk.

Wdyt?

Plsss feel free to refuse ofc!

˗ˋ so scarlet, it was maroon ˊ˗

warnings: this might suck?

pairing: jason grace x gn child of dionysus

summary: read and find out

A/N: I <3 children of dionysus, they’re the coolest

“what about aliens? do you think that aliens are real?” you question, pacing back and forth around the room

“aliens…?” he thinks for a moment, “they’re aliens. why don’t you work for the government and then you can find out?” jason asks tiredly, eyes fighting to stay open

“I don’t like that government stuff. what about ghosts or demons? I saw a ghost one time you know” you ramble, and jason sighs

“if you saw one then doesn’t that make it real?”

“yes… but I want to hear your opinion on the topic” you allow yourself to fall flat down on the bed- or in this case it would be your boyfriend

“my opinion? my opinion is that you should go to sleep because it’s…” he turns over, glancing at the clock, “1:34 in the morning” he turns back over and gently takes you by the waist to move you closer to him

“I can’t sleep, my mind is awake, and if my brain is awake that means that I can’t sleep, and I keep thinking- wait… if a whale dies during childbirth does the baby explode with it?”

“what?! what are you even talking about?” jason looks at you worriedly

“no- just think about it: whales explode when they die so if a whale is really old and giving birth then does the baby whale explode with the mother whale?” you sit up

“why don’t you figure it out in the morning? you need to sleep or I’ll cut you off from any drink with caffeine in it” he threatens

“you wouldn’t dare, it’s in my nature” you give him a winning smile, and he pulls you back down to lay with him

“don’t test my limits.”

you sigh knowing he’s won, if it weren’t for him being so comfortable you would’ve protested, but when he wrapped an arm around your waist you knew you were done for

[moringmark]

[runcibility]

I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

[quadriviummuse]

I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

[iamkingoftheempire]

Hellooooo! Can I have a lunch please? 😍🥺🫶❤️

hey babes Xx good to see you again <3

Child of Hephaestus.

Everyone assumes you're a child of Athena when they meet you but it's only really cause of your grey aesthetic. Other then that you're a modern technology engineer to the core.

You made one of those pinball machines from the eighties from scratch once and now it resides in the back of your cabin. You're #3 on the leaderboard, behind Nyssa, who's surprisingly great at games, and of course, Nico, the gaming god.

Go watch Baby Driver.

Fight with those little crossbows attached to your wrist and the Black Widow electricity bracelets you made for a dare.

BITTERSUITE

BLUE

[moonyswritinq]

charles x american!reader? inspo from the song so american by olivia rodrigo? like him just making fun of an american accent lol

so american — charles rowland x gn reader

❝ SO AMERICAN ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Headcanons for Charles with an American reader, based on Olivia Rodrigo’s song ‘So American’.

PAIRING ➢ charles rowland x american gender neutral reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ pining, banter, implicit sex, ish-canon timeline, no use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢3.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I didn’t know if you wanted a one shot or headcanons, but I felt like this would best fit as a mix of the two. I sort of got carried away. thank you for the request and hope you enjoy!

And if you do enjoy, I URGE you to like, reblog AND comment!!! It's so important to me as a writer.

MASTERLIST, TAG LIST

Drivin' on the right-side road He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote I wish I wrote

Charles had a habit of taking everything lightly and making jokes to play off serious situations, something that could bother you at times.

The first time you met, for instance, was one of those times.

You were driving down the road of your little town and had to slam the brakes as to not run over the incredibly handsome, but incredibly stupid, boy that had just tried to cross the road.

You had honked at him and he looked up in surprise before immediately being pulled back by the hands of a red-headed girl. He broke out in a grin as you drove off with a scoff, internally cursing him.

The next time you saw him was only later that same day, surprisingly at your family friend’s, and the local butcher’s, shop.

You had walked in an immediately let out a sigh of annoyance, one of which he heard and turned around with that same grin plastered on his face.

“Well, if it isn’t the boy with a death wish,” you muttered, ignoring him and his friends to go up to the counter. Unluckily for you, Jenny was not there.

The boy scratched his neck bashfully. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Forgot you lot drive on the right side of the road, which is technically the wrong side of the road. Just wasn’t looking.”

An eyebrow raised in his direction. English.

He stepped forward with a hand outstretched. “The name’s Charles. Pleased to meet you.”

You took it as a shiver ran up your spine, weirdly so cold to the touch he felt warm. It was the first time you managed to get a proper look at him, admiring his stylish clothes and sharp features. And his eyes were as warm as his hand was, deep swirling pools of darkness that seemed to emit nothing but light. You smiled back, introducing yourself.

“Pleasure. And this is Edwin, Crystal, and Niko,” he introduced his friends behind him, who all gave you a smile except for the uptight-looking Edwin.

“Well, I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you said, turning back to the counter as Jenny came out. You handed her the keys to the car with a wink. “Thanks for letting me borrow your car, Jenny. Told you I would return it without a scratch.”

She raised a doubtful eyebrow. “That is left to be seen, kiddo.”

You were about to turn around just when you caught the end of the other teenagers’ conversation. “Did you guys just say ‘Point No Point?” you asked and swivelled around to face them.

Niko nodded enthusiastically, briefly glancing at the boys. “Yeah, we’re going there for a—um, to meet someone there.”

“That’ll take ages without a car,” you remarked.

Crystal sighed. “Well, I can’t drive. How are we gonna get there?”

Your lips lifted into the beginning of a smirk as you turned back to Jenny. She heaved a deep sigh and threw back the keys into your hands.

Your smile broke out as you thanked her and motioned for the others to follow you. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

Charles insisted on sitting in the front seat beside you, his feet up on the dashboard, tapping his finger along to the music in the car. You thought it was oddly charming.

You had asked what their whole deal was and Niko had inevitably revealed that they were the Dead Boy Detectives and that Charles was, in fact, dead. Upon hearing it, you almost slammed the breaks again in pure shock but managed to keep driving as if nothing.

And he laughs at all my jokes And he says I'm so American

It also started raining on your way there, making you groan in frustration as you remarked that “all this water is going to get Jenny’s car so muddy.”

“‘Wa-der,’” he had chuckled under his breath.

In an instant, you had turned to him with a harsh glare. “What?”

“Nothing,” came his amused reply. “You’re just so American.”

It wasn’t nothing, though. It was the first of many remarks against your American accent.

You had arrived at the lighthouse and very warily gotten out of the car. Somehow you had gotten roped up in their case and was now there to help them out through the end.

Charles had noticed your shivering in the cold rain and offered you his jacket which, despite ghost physics, was quite heavy and warm. You supposed ghosts couldn’t really get wet by normal rain, as both Edwin and Charles seemed unbothered by it.

You had tried to argue against taking it, claiming that you wouldn’t want to ‘strip him of any of his Britishness’, to which he had only scoffed and heaved the thing onto you while saying, “so American of you to assume my Britishness can be stripped away merely by my coat.”

Charles had then given you an appraising look and, while the others were distracted by the ghosts on the pier, bent down slightly to say, “You look pretty wearing my clothes.”

Your cheeks had warmed immediately and you’d turned away to not give it away, earning a chuckle. It made you smile though.

He learnt quickly that complimenting you would earn him a blush and a soft nudge against his ribcage, which made him do it even more.

That was also when he liked pointing out your accent. It started as a small observation, but eventually evolved into insults and bits.

He did it every chance he got; saying ‘lit-er-ally’ with an over-exaggerated vocal fry; ‘aloominum’; ‘hey, y’all’; and, his absolute favourite of them all, ‘i’m walkin here!’. Half of them made you laugh incessantly and the other half made you drag a hand over your face in frustration.

The worst was when he would parrot you personally, making you half wondering if you should be ashamed of your accent. When you had asked him about it, though, he had been quick to assure you that he loved your accent.

And that was when you started doing it back to him.

It became a game for the two of you, often just imitating each other’s accents.

“Are you ‘schewpid’?” you asked, turning to him.

He chuckled dryly, cocking his head in your direction. “Yeah, yeah, while you’re throwing insults at me I am just going to go grab a ‘kawfee’.”

You scoffed. “You’re a ghost, Charles. You can’t have coffee.”

“I can, but it just tastes disgusting.”

“Okay, well, while you’re at it, ‘kan I please ‘ave a cupa wa’a’?” you said, meeting his defiant gaze before he  burst out in laughter. It made your insides warm knowing you were the cause of that laugh.

“Would you two please stop it?” came Crystal’s irritated reply. Edwin only rolled his eyes at your antics but you knew he agreed with Crystal’s discontent. You caught Charles’ gaze and broke out in a smile.

“I don’t know,” said Niko, fiddling with her fingers, “I think it’s cute when they do that.”

And just like that, you both fell silent and turned away from each other.

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him To make me feel this much I'd go anywhere he goes

You knew you liked him, a lot. But you hadn’t dared admit anything to him or anyone else and tried your best to hide it—not that you were doing a very good job.

The only thing that knew what you felt were the thrown-away poems you had written on a whim, his beaming face starkly imprinted in your mind.

You didn’t think it was fair for him to make you feel that much, enough to actually write poems about him. God, you were whipped (Charles would have definitely made fun of your using that word if he heard it).

You came with the Dead Boy Detectives on all their cases, now an honorary member in their Detective Agency. You enjoyed a lot of detective stories, like Sherlock Holmes and so seemingly had absorbed some of it, because you were quite good at figuring out clues.

It was all practically worth it to see Charles' smile directed at you after you had discovered something.

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you The way you dress, and the books you read

And despite it all, you didn’t feel quite enough for him. He was a charismatic and vibrant person, while you thought of yourself as quite rude and boring.

Sometimes you wondered if you were too harsh in your remarks at Charles’ britishness, but then remembered his always-present smile that met your gaze and your worries fell away.

Nothing had happened up until that point, but it became increasingly more difficult denying anything being between you two.

Even Edwin started catching on and asking if something was between you two, which lead to some very awkward silences where Charles would drag Edwin away with an apologetic smile thrown your way.

Until finally it got too difficult to deny.

Niko would ask you something about a case and somehow you would end up talking about Charles’ smile, his eyes, the way he dressed and what he was interested in. She finally got so sick of it and decided to just call you out on it.

“You like Charles.”

You opened your mouth to protest but she put a finger against your lips, causing you to be too stunned to speak.

“And don’t say that you don’t, because it’s obvious,” she said, removing her finger.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” you asked. You refused to meet her gaze and instead tried to look anywhere but her.

“Yes, it is.” She sighed, bringing her hands up to clasp your shoulders. “We all know it. Even Charles. But he won’t admit it either, so please go talk to him before we all die.”

You rolled your eyes, but felt a small smile start to form on your lips. “OK, just a little dramatic there?”

Niko shook her head with a serious expression on her face. “No. Now go find him.”

She had shooed you away after that, making sure that both Edwin and Crystal were distracted enough so that you could slip out to talk to Charles privately.

You found him in the other room, rooting through his backpack to find something ridiculously large, no wonder.

And he says I'm so American Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him If he keeps this shit up I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-love

He seemed to have heard your footsteps as you were coming in because he tilted his head in your directing, flashing his trademark smile.

The sight of it made you swoon and you had to take a deep breath in order to collect your thoughts. When he finally asked what was up, your words came out jumbled and very much not like you had planned them to come out.

“Hey, hey,” he said, taking ahold of your shoulders and meeting your nervous gaze with his steady one. “Take a deep breath. C’mon, breathe with me.”

You did as he said, breathing with him, trying and failing to ignore the shivers that spread along with his touch. When you had collected yourself, he smiled and let go, much to your disappointment.

“That’s it. Now, what’s on your mind?” he asked.

You strode past him, opting to face the window instead of seeing his face. It only made it harder to get out any coherent sentences. “Why’d you think anything was on my mind?”

“Well,” remarked Charles, strolling after you, “it’s not everyday you storm in here as if the world is ending and then end up babbling like a stroke patient.”

You stared at him in horror before rolling your eyes. “Stop being so British, Charles.”

“Sorry, no can do, love.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you muttered to yourself.

“What?” he asked immediately, striding right in front of you so he could look you in the eyes.

“Look,” you started, refusing to meet his eye and instead looking anywhere else. Although, you could feel his  gaze burning into your skull. “I might have developed some… feelings for you.”

Charles’ eyes widened at your words and you tried to turn again but he grabbed your shoulder to hold you in place. You sighed and finally met his gaze. His eyes were the same mysterious pools of darkness that you were used to, but you might have fooled yourself to imagine something else in them—something hopeful.

You decided to continue your confession because you were far past the point of redemption and might as well get it all out in one go.

“And the problem is, Charles, that however hard I try not to, I keep developing feelings for you. Even your annoying habits and antics cause me to fall for you. And, I swear to God, that if you keep this shit up I’m going to be properly gone for you.”

You waited a breath for his reaction, but when nothing came you were forced to ask him again. “Charles?”

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered out, his voice suddenly dry and cracked. “Sorry, I—uh, I was not prepared for that.”

You shrugged. “That’s alright. We’ll just go back to being friends. Nothing needs to change.”

He shook his head violently. “That’s absolutely not OK.”

You had but a moment to be surprised before he went in for the best kiss you had had yet in your short life. He held you like he had never touched anything before in his life and kissed you like he was a dying man and you were the cure. You weren't sure how much of it he could feel, but the psychological effect was immediate and mind blowing.

He may be dead but he had never felt more alive than in that moment.

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me

Your relationship escalated quickly after that first kiss. You didn’t define it as anything, but it made you happier just knowing he was there by your side—and you could all him yours.

And you wasted no time in physically progressing your relationship—AKA you did not get much sleeping done.

It was a different kind of vulnerable, allowing yourself to give your soul and body to Charles, and him trusting you with himself.

Because of his being a ghost, it felt like so much more an emotional and psychological experience which only made you appreaciate it, and him, more.

By the looks of it, he enjoyed it as well—more than enjoyed it. He couldn’t stop smiling at you afterwards, while he laid on the bed beside you and gazed at you with half-dazed eyes.

Charles let himself curl around you, embracing you. You weren’t sure if ghosts could get tired, but nonetheless he whispered out a, “I’m knackered.”

You had nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You’re so British.”

He kissed your forehead softly, and you felt it more than you had ever felt him before. “And you’re so American.”

You only chuckled and let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms holding you close.

You never wanted to get out of bed or leave him, and he utilised that fact to his every advantage.

He did everything he could to keep you in bed with him, even though he probably didn’t sleep much, just wanting to hold you close.

It wasn’t fair how easy he made your heart melt.

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon But if the conversation ever were to come up I don't wanna assume this stuff But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

It didn’t take long for you to know that it wasn’t merely affection you felt for Charles, but something much deeper.

You didn’t want to presume Charles felt anything close to what you felt, though.

So you continued acting like whatever the two of you were—kissing and hooking up—not quite a couple but not quite friends with benefits, but something in between that went deep between you two.

Without any real definition for what you two were, it frightened you out of saying anything to him.

So you kept going with the featherlight kisses, the quiet giggles after one of you said a joke and were trying to cover it up as to not disturb the rest of the group, and the endless nights where you could be in his arms and have not a care in the world.

But it was on your mind, constantly.

Oh, how you just wished to say those three words to him, to just have it out in the open. So he could have you with the truth staring into his face and do with you what he pleased.

You wanted to splay yourself open for him, vulnerable and unafraid, show him yourself and let him love you back with the same ferocity with which you loved.

And finally, it became too much.

He was on his way out for one of the cases, one of which you chose not to go with them to. He had just collected all his belongings in that backpack of his and went in for a goodbye kiss.

“Be careful,” you whispered between parted lips, leaving the ghost of your words on his mouth. He smiled through it and pulled away.

“Always am,” came his cheeky reply, winking at you before turning to the door. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you called, and then, without thinking, “Love you.”

It took a mere moment for his brain to register your words before he halted and slowly turned in his step.

“What?”

Your own eyes widened in surprise of yourself and you were quick to come up with a way to play it off as a mistake or a stumble upon your words. But he crossed the distance between you with long strides, dropping his backpack and bringing his hands up to hold your cheeks tenderly.

“What did you just say?” he whispered, eyes shifting back and forth between yours trying to find the truth in your words. Your mouth fell agape, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him again, so close now so that you could feel his short breaths of air on your skin. “Please,” he said again, voice so soft you had to strain to hear him.

“I mean, it might be a little too much, too soon, and I don’t want to assume anything, but..” Your voice trailed off, breaking. Your lips fought to form the words that so desperately wanted to make their way out of you. “But I—I love you, Charles.”

He breathed out huge sigh of relief and captured your lips with his. “I love you too,” he whispered between breaths, barely audible.

Your smile could not be hindered as he kissed you back, fiercely and passionately. He kept pressing kisses on your mouth, on the corner of your lips, trailing to your cheeks, to your neck, down to your shoulders and your chest. All the while he kept repeating those same three words, “I love you,” over and over again, pressing them into your skin. Into your soul, essentially.

Your hands were grasped in his hair, fingers curling around his locks as you felt every touch of his lips that brought forth a shiver down your spine. Not from the coldness, though, but from the feeling of his soul connecting to yours.

He kept pressing featherlight kisses to you with small ‘I love you’s, and you couldn’t fight the laugh that escaped its way through you.

“Okay, stop it” you whispered, pulling his head away to grasp his face in your hands. You met his eyes with a smile and his beaming grin made your insides melt. “I love you so much, Charles.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I love you too.”

“Now, come on, you got a case to solve.”

Charles let himself be lead away to the others, refusing to let go of your hand. He even pressed kisses to the back of it every chance he got, and you were roped into going to the case with the rest of them, if only not to leave Charles’ side.

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[moonyswritinq]

I can’t wait to read your fics! Your writing is awesomeeee!

Can we know whatchu got in the inbox already plsssss?

(Btw I just discovered your blog but it’s so cooooool!)

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thank you so much! it really means a lot to me to hear that <3

and for sure, I'll tell you what I got, in no particular order. I've written what the ship is, the form it's going to be written in—if it's decided (which can be subject to change if you have opinions on it)—, context to it and its status if it's started. I also added some projects that I haven't had requested but are working on, just in case you are curious about that (because I realised I had not updated about them for about a year, so sorry).

MASTERLIST, TAG LIST, REQUEST RULES

Dead Boy Detectives

Charles Rowland:

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — based on the song 'So American' by Olivia Rodrigo : almost finished

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is short and alive

Charles x male reader, oneshot — Charles pines for reader and doesn't know how to confess his feelings

Charles x gn reader, headcanons — just cute headcanons : just started

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship, alive reader who is psychic/has powers

Edwin Payne/Paine:

Platonic Edwin x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is a witch and Edwin does not trust them in the beginning, but they end up with a sibling relationship

Monty the Crow:

Monty x gn reader, prob oneshot — non-native reader (prob French) that struggles with english and Monty thinks it's cute/reassures them

Monty x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — vampire gothic reader who shows affection in strange ways and loves to listen to Monty talk

Monty x gn (maybe male) reader, oneshot — painting Monty's nails black in a tender and intimate scene

Thomas the Cat King:

Thomas x male reader, oneshot — enemies/rivals to lovers where reader is more of a dog person so you know it's going to be lots of tension : just started

Thomas x ftm reader, prob oneshot — a fallen angel reader who got hurt and gets reassurance and help from The Cat King

Thomas x male reader, prob headcanons — reader is stoic and ace, yet not sex-repulsed, but The Cat King has to work differently to gain his affections than through his sexuality

Thomas x gn reader (or x Edwin), oneshot — the poor soul narrowly avoided Esther's capture and takes refuge in The Cat King's palace

Painland/Payneland:

Charles x Edwin, prob oneshot — friends to lovers in a non-modern AU where they didn't die

Charles x Edwin, oneshot — Charles realises his feelings earlier and says he loves Edwin back in that scene

Edwin / The Cat King:

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — Edwin finds himself paying a lot of attention to cats in London, though he hasn't figured out why, which is something The Cat King notices and decides to send him a little something to remind Edwin of him

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — the rest of the Detective Agency find out about Edwin's relationship with The Cat King and chaos ensues

Miscellaneous:

Dead Boy Detectives x male reader, oneshot — reader has powers and works with the detectives on a case

Poly Edwin x Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship with fluffy moments between the three : may not be written (don't love poly but we'll see)

Lord of the Rings

Legolas Greenleaf:

Legolas x male reader, oneshot — reader and Legolas drink way too much at a pub, ignoring any onlookers and opting to share a dance together : not requested

The Marauders

Regulus Black:

Regulus x ftm reader, oneshot — fluffy scene, maybe dysphoria comfort

Regulus x male reader, oneshot/series — academic rivals to lovers that resolves with a lot of tension at a Slytherin party : not requested, almost finished

The Maze Runner

Newt:

Newt x male reader, prob oneshot — Newt is very protective of reader, could be in the Glade or in the Scorch Trials or in the Last City

Newt x ftm reader, headcanons and oneshot — best friends to lovers and everyone in the Glade knows about them

The Umbrella Academy

Male Original Character, series — with a charismatic & overdramatic who flirts with everyone, multiple ships : not requested, but a long work in progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank:

JJ x male reader, oneshot — reader is a surfer and manages to impress JJ enough to get invited to a party, where they play truth or dare and silly things happen : not requested

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock x male reader (or oc), oneshot — reader is a genius, autistic, and a cat person, and help Sherlock with one of his cases, thus earning his attention immediately : just started

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x male reader, oneshot — part two of Caught in the Moment, which would be the aftermath of them finding out about Obi-Wan and the reader's relationship during a joint training session

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson:

Eddie x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — shy reader who needs to let loose, Eddie takes it upon himself to show them a good time and they really come out of their shell

Eddie x male reader, oneshot — reader stumbles onto Eddie's magasins which are bookmarked with people that look suspiciously like reader, so gay confession ensues : may not be written (original request too lewd so I changed but don't know if I'm inspired enough to write it)

hope this helps if you want to request something or just to see what's to come in the near future :) you guys have really put me to the test and to work and I appreciate it more than you can believe. if you cannot see a request you've made her then I will not write it, sorry (prob bc it went against my rules or was too sexual).

if you want to encourage me to write faster/more a good way is to read, like, reblog, and comment what I have already written. I loooove feedback and encouragement

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[lucid1616]

Introduction: Welcome back, fellow travelers of the cosmos! Today, I'm excited to share with you the seeds of inspiration and the artistic voyage that led to the creation of 'Lucid.'

The Spark of Creation: It all began with a question that haunted me: What if the essence of light and darkness was more than just metaphorical? This curiosity ignited the flame that became 'Lucid.' My fascination with cosmic lore and the fundamental forces of creation and existence fueled the narrative.

Designing the Cosmos: Crafting the universe of 'Lucid' was like weaving a tapestry of stars. Lucid, with his sky body and ability to harness lightning, emerged from my desire to visualize the struggle between celestial forces. The creation of characters like Seri, with her fiery eyes and armor, was an exploration of contrast and balance in this cosmic dance.

The Story's Soul: At its heart, 'Lucid' is a journey through the dualities of existence. The interplay of light and darkness within the narrative mirrors my own contemplations on the nature of reality and purpose. I aim to invite readers into a realm where these forces are not just opposites but integral elements of a grander scheme.

Artistic Journey: Transforming these visions into art was a journey of discovery. Sketches evolved into detailed scenes, with each stroke adding depth to the 'Lucid' universe. Sharing glimpses of this process, from initial sketches to final panels, unveils the metamorphosis of thought to form.

Closing Thoughts: Creating 'Lucid' is a voyage into the unknown depths of imagination and understanding. It’s a reflection of my quest to explore the uncharted territories of the cosmic narrative.

Call to Action: I invite you to join me on this journey, share your thoughts, and stay connected for the unfolding saga of 'Lucid.' Also share as much as possible the more people the faster it can be made into something great.

[chiyuki-suishou]

Love Story : Legendary Twins - Walkthrough

Introduction

A romance fantasy adventure simulation game, free to play only for girl’s version, pay to play for boy’s version and available on mobile, created by Catcap Studios and Littlelover.

Originally in Chinese, but was later translated to English.

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If you’re looking for the walkthrough for Love Story : My Girl instead, click here.

If you’re looking for the walkthrough for Love Story : Magical Princess instead, click here.

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This walkthrough has been last updated on 13 January 2021 :

Redid Shawn’s endings - 13th January 2021

Thanks to the lovely Sayuri for their contributions! ☆ ～(‘▽^人)

Also, happy holidays ＼(＾▽＾)／wishing each and everyone of you a blessed year ahead! 2020 was indeed a tough year with its ups and downs, hopefully all will be better in 2021.

Accepting submissions for boys version and girls version.

All walkthroughs for Love Story series are being revamped and re-check so they match the latest update. It might take a long time.

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If there’s any submissions ( endings, images or information ) that you wanna share to this walkthrough, you can submit them to [email protected] or the Post Office here.

Any questions that you wanna ask? Feel free to drop by Curious and Curiouser here.

Thanks for the submissions ^_^ It’s been a big help in completing this walkthrough!

Disclaimer & Notes

Use control F to search certain words or sentences in this long walkthrough.

Avoid the Spoilers section if you don’t wanna be spoiled (o˘◡˘o)

Do not copy/paste this walkthrough or/and repost and claim them as your own.

Creating this walkthrough takes a lot of time and effort, and my wish is to provide this walkthrough as an English reference for the players of this game.

However, the banner under characters featuring the twins belongs to Catcap Studios. This also includes any game illustrations throughout the walkthrough.

This walkthrough covers the girl’s version.The boys version may be added later to the walkthrough.

Thanks for reading and have a blast ! (✧ω✧)

Sections

Characters

Storyline

Practice

Part-time Job

Mini Games

Dialogue & Conversations

Events

Endings ( Girls / Boys )

Others - Not yet available in the game

Q & A Corner

Spoilers

Credits & Sources

Catcap Studios Facebook Page

Littlelover Facebook Page

English Version Official Facebook Page

Chinese Version Guide by 雪蝶狐 

Googleplay : https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=cn.actcap.ayc3en&hl=en

IOS : https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/love-story-legendary-twins/id1087299727?mt=8

[rayssion]

Jason, on the phone with Percy: keep your eye on Nico, he has a tendency to wander off.

Percy: Jason, wh-what (looks around and notices that Nico is gone) I'm totally capable of that...

Jason: you lost him, didn't you?

Percy, running around the grocery store frantically: no no no, he's right next to me.

Jason: I can hear it in your voice. Look in the dairy case.

Percy: do you honestly think he'd fit–

Percy: sees Nico standing in the dairy case and trying to pull it open.

Jason: the doors don't pull, they slide.

Percy: slowly slides the doors open.