#100 ways to say i love you*

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico wakes up to gagging and a soft glow coming from the bathroom.

His first thought is, bizarrely, that Hazel’s home. But her bunk is still empty, and her shoes aren’t by the door, and she didn’t wake him when she came in. She always wakes him when she comes in, even if it’s four thirty in the damn morning, because nothing makes her cackle quite like Nico choking back curses and tweaking under her smothering pillow.

“Shit,” comes a small voice from the bathroom, followed by more retching. “Shitshitshit, no —”

Nico bolts for the door.

“Hi,” Will says, or tries to. His scarred knuckles clench with every gag, wrapped too tightly around the rim of porcelain to tremble like the rest of him.

Something about the wobbly smile he keeps trying to form in between gags. Something about the sweat that has drenched his t-shirt, something about the deep circles under his eyes, something about his spot in the bed completely cold, wrinkled.

Something is not adding up.

“You’re not sick,” Nico murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to Will’s forehead. Will mutters something about bliss, leaning into Nico’s hand; he smiles again, but it is strained, and at odds with the glassy look in his eyes. The sharp, rapid breaths.

“Just don’t — feel good.”

Every word is punctuated by a big, heaving gasp, like he’s trying to breathe through heavy cotton. On a hunch, Nico slides his hands down Will’s face, brushing the goosebumps on his neck, the irritated, pulsing tendons, and rest flat against his chest, over his heart.

His heart that is pounding, so quickly it is actually challenging to recognise as a beat rather than a buzz.

“You’re having a panic attack,” Nico says quietly.

Will shrugs. He gags again, but clamps his mouth shut before it goes anywhere, breathing deeply and carefully through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart pounds faster, and the rapid movement of his chest grows shallow, but he manages to choke back his bile, swallow down whatever nausea is plaguing him.

“I’m — fine.” His laboured breathing is the loudest sound in the cabin. In the camp. “I’m handling it.”

Nico watches him. Watches him clench his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut and make a noise like he is being betrayed, like he is being sold for thirty silver by his own body, his own mind; watches him flex his muscles rigid and hold himself still like he can stop the nails and thorns from coming. He thinks of wide smiles and far away eyes and mental health pamphlets and cheerful slogans on infirmary walls.

“I think one of those things are true.”

“I don’t need —”

Whatever he doesn’t need is forgotten, because he is heaving again, only this time his body finds something to dredge up, even if that something is stomach acid and he cries as it burns its way up his throat, and in between heaving he wheezes, horrible whistling gasping noises, and his hair plasters to his forehead, and his body slumps into Nico’s hold and jerks away from him like rocky waves against a lakefront.

“How long have you been here?”

Will just shrugs again, and he cries, and he says “Leave, please,” and Nico wraps an arm tighter around his waist, and presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, lingering, holding, tasting salt from Will and from his tears both, and squeezing his eyes shut, and holding back the anger. Gritting his teeth and softening his hold, deliberately, resting his fingers delicately on the dip of Will’s hip, the raised pink of the stretch marks along his ribs.

“I hate it when you run from me,” he murmurs, and Will sobs again.

“I can’t breathe,” he says, and Nico squeezes and promises he can. “I’m dying. I’m dying, I’m gonna —”

“I’m here, Will.” He doesn’t say you’re not dying. He doesn’t say you’re fine, because this is the longest they’ve sat together in five days, because it is the the quiet middle of June, because yesterday Kayla spent half her shift screaming at Will to get out and ignoring him when he shouted back. Because the bandage around Will’s wrist has been worn to threads, because Lee’s hoodie has not been washed in weeks, because there is a newcomer named Michael and Will cannot even look at him. Because it has been bad. “I’m here.”

It is as much a reminder as it is a plea as it is a reprimand as it is a fruitless nothing, because when Nico struggles he gets angry, when Nico struggles he gets mean and biting and violent, but when Will struggles he wants the world to kill him. And for all that Nico is halfway to the grave he has clawed and chewed and fought his way to survival. And when Will scratches at the skin around his ears and screams into his hands and opens the chapped over scars on his lips his palms his fingers, Nico can only hold him, Nico can only gently pry his nails from his flesh and tell himself that one day they will get to the point where Nico wakes up. Where Will wakes him up, where he burrows into the place between his arms and his chest and hides in someone else for once. Where he trusts someone outside of himself enough to bare his back.

“I’m here,” he whispers again, and he presses his lips to Will’s hair and holds him as he sobs, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”

[iamritabonita]

100 Ways To Say I Love You (1/100)

Their First and Last Words To Each other

[amberizedcasey]

i was planning on doing some guapoduo one-shots with the prompts from "100 Ways To Say I Love You" so i went to the original post to see them and get some ideas of where i should start

and i just realise that half of them already happened in canon or are somehow very similar to things that they said to each other before

i will write it anyway cause i can make it gayer but yeah

they are doing our job and i love them for it

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing: Jaiden Animations & Roier

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Jaiden Animations, Roier

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Roier is holding her hands like she'll disappear from his grasp and she doesn't understand why. She's right here.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 1,010

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: major character death, hurt no comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: "How many fingers am I holding up?" || @whumptober Day 1 • Doesn't Realize They've Been Injured || @badthingshappenbingo • "Don't cry." || 100 Ways to say "I Love You" Challenge Prompt#39

Whumptober2023 Masterlist || BTHB Masterlist || 100WTSILY Masterlist

AO3

A/N: before clicking the read more, this is a disclaimer that they are the characters/cubitos and not the content creators themselves!! other than that, i hope you enjoyed reading my first ever whumptober entry! <3

"¿Cuántos dedos tengo en la mano?" A voice calls out to Jaiden; a voice she can barely recognize due to her ears ringing, squinting her eyes to try and recognize who is holding her hands tightly. She could feel a wet pooling sensation beside her, wondering what it could be.

"Mírame, Jaiden." Jaiden didn't even know she was off looking to the side, away from the face she could barely recognize, turning back to look at the face. She could barely make out any of the person's features but she recognized the bandanna that is currently wrapped around her hands.

Someone is holding her hands like she'll disappear from their grasp and she doesn't understand why. But she knows who owns that bandanna.

"Roier…?" She whispered, realizing how much it hurt to say something. Her throat burns and she doesn't know why.

Her vision is slowly clearing and she could see Roier's panicked expression; an expression Jaiden hasn't seen on him for a long time. She wonders why he is looking at her like that. His grip on her hands never seemed to waver, but she could feel them shaking.

"Jaiden," he said, his voice sounding calm and collected even though Roier's expression isn't. He lets go of one of her hands and lifts a finger. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Jaiden squints her eyes, her vision still not fully cleared. Still, she answers, "... four?"

Roier's brows furrowed. He repeated the question, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

She must have guessed wrong, then. She tries again. "Three?"

Roier shakes his head, then sighs. "It's one, Jaiden."

"Oh," is what all she says, not knowing how to respond to it. She must be out of it if she got it wrong twice.

Jaiden tries to get herself up, but Roier prevents her from doing so. "No te muevas, Jaiden– don't move," he tells Jaiden and she stops. "Las pociones no funcionarán contigo. Estas demasiado herido."

When Jaiden doesn't respond, Roier remembers she can't check the translation device due to it being broken during the impact. "The, ah, potions won't work on you. I don't want to risk it."

Roier would've already used a totem of undying to help her, but one has already been used on himself; still feeling the after effects of using it.

Jaiden slowly nods, wondering if it's just her or is her vision getting dark. Her head is starting to hurt too, shutting her eyes close to help ease the pain for a brief moment. "What.. happened..?"

Roier releases Jaiden's hands, wrapping an arm around her instead to keep her steady. "The Code attacked us while we were exploring." A pause. "Hice lo mejor que pude para protegerte, pero fallé…"

Jaiden hums and exhales a shaky breath. "Thank you for protecting me, Roier…"

"It wasn't enough," he retorted. "Aún te lastimaste y ahora estás—" He stops himself from continuing his words.

Jaiden didn't need the translation to know what he's talking about. She could feel it in the way the pool around her doesn't stop, even with the bandages wrapped around her waist. Her breaths are getting shorter and she opens her eyes so she can look at Roier one last time, even if it feels heavy.

"Thank you for being the best partner I could've had in taking care of Bobby," she slowly starts out and Roier's eyes widen.

"Cállate, Jaiden–" he says, "We're going to get through this. Don't—" His voice cracks at the end.

"It's okay," Jaiden whispers, lifting her hand to caress Roier's cheek, noticing the blood (her blood) smearing it. "It's okay…" she repeated softly.

Roier's eyes never leave hers as he places his free hand on top of hers, closing his eyes as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"Don't cry, Roier." She tells him with a smile while the tear droplets land on her face. "You'll… you're going to get through this…" Jaiden's smile never wavers even as more tears drop on her face. She only looks at him like she always does; safe. "You have Cellbit, Foolish, Forever– you have everyone by your side."

Roier shakes his head. "I won't have you."

"No… no, you won't." She slowly shakes her head. "But it's okay."

"It's not." told Roier, eyes brimming with more tears. "No puedo perderte también–"

Jaiden quietly shushes him as she lifts herself up a bit to press their foreheads together as she closes her eyes. "You're going to be okay."

Roier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he opens them once again to look at Jaiden. This will be the last time he'll see her. He can feel it's going to be the last time he'll see her.

She won't respawn and they both know it.

Which is why Jaiden tries her best to be strong for Roier even if her body hurts a thousand times more every time she moves. Because Roier has always been strong for both her and Bobby, it's time for her to be strong for him.

She stops holding Roier's cheek and wraps both of her arms around him, giving him comfort in her final moments because it's the only thing she can do.

Roier wraps his other arm around her, keeping her close because it's the only thing he can do. They're way too far and there isn't enough time to save Jaiden's life.

It's the end.

"Te quiero mucho, Jaiden…" he whispers to her as the sun sets behind them.

"I love you too, Roier," she whispers back to him as her hold on him loosens, feeling colder and colder by the second.

"Saluda a Bobby de mi parte…"

Jaiden never got to hear his last words, her eyes closed with a contented smile as she slumps over Roier.

She never got to hear Roier cry nor did she feel him shake her body as he tells her to wake up over and over again until he had to be dragged away from her body.

Jaiden's gone and Roier breaks.

[sparkygurly227]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Enchanted (Disney Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Giselle/Robert Philip (Disney) Characters: Giselle (Disney), Robert Philip (Disney) Additional Tags: Fluff, compliments Series: Part 50 of SparkyGurl's Multifandom 100 ways to say I Love You Summary:

Multifandom 100 ways to say I love you

#50 - Giselle x Robert - I Think You're Beautiful

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

💗 BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION 💗

Hi! My birthday is this Monday,so I want to a celebration!  

Because my birthday is the day before Valentines Day and my most favorite and famous writing is 100 Ways to Say I Love You, I am going to do requests from this prompt list! It’s a different list to make it a little bit more different and fun. Each request will be a 100-word limit dabble so feel free to send more than one request! 😊

You just need to request:

which obx character you want to be pair with

a number from the list

what genre you want (fluff or smut)

I hope you will celebrate with me!

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[thisfairytalegonebad]

"One more chapter." Noctis & Prompto & Ignis, Brotherhood era

Prompt #30 of the Love List.

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Chapter Text

“If you wish to try out your game before supper, I strongly suggest you put your phones aside and get to work.”

Noct flinches, only barely managing to catch his phone before he drops it on the floor.

“He’s not even looking at us, how does he know?!” Prompto whispers at him, furiously gesturing at Ignis’ back with his own phone.

“Hell if I know,” Noct mutters back. “He’s always like this, dunno how he does it.”

Ignis doesn’t react to that, but there’s no doubt he’s heard. Noct can practically see the pleased little smirk he won’t allow anyone to witness, the bastard.

The game lies on the table right in front of them, still in the bag but deliberately placed just so that they can peek inside and see the shiny case, still wrapped in plastic and everything.

It’s not even officially out yet, at least not for people who aren’t game reviewers, and Noct was fully prepared to wait out the remaining days until his preordered copy arrived in the mail. He’s been looking forward to it, sure, but because he didn't expect to get it early in the first place, the anticipation remained mostly in the back of his mind.

Today, however, Ignis came sauntering in with several bags full of groceries and the one smaller bag that’s currently taunting Noct from across the table.

Turns out, if you’re purchasing for the Crown Prince of Lucis, you can get your hands on a game early if you promise them the Prince is gonna write a review for it. Who knew?

(Honestly, Noct’s a little mad he didn’t think of that himself. So many games he could’ve had early access to, and somehow Ignis, who hasn’t held a controller in his life - apart from putting them back where they belonged, Noct - was the one to think of it. Go figure.)

Prompto damn near lost his mind when he saw the game (game s plural, actually, because obviously, Ignis got a second copy for Prompto too), and Noct lost his mind in a slightly cooler, more aloof kind of way, but then Ignis dropped the bomb on them: the gift comes with a caveat.

“The exam isn’t even for another two weeks, Specs, come on, ” Noct pleads. “We’ll even start tomorrow, promise.”

Prompto, quietly vibrating in his chair next to him, nods furiously, even though Ignis is still pointedly facing away from them.

“Oh? And you suppose you can put the game away long enough to start studying tomorrow?” Ignis challenges. He’s chopping something at a frightening speed - Noct saw the carrots peeking out of the grocery bag, no matter how finely Ignis tries to cut them to hide them in the food.

Noct opens his mouth to tell him that yes, if they could just try it out now then they could wait a little to keep playing after, realises that Ignis won’t believe a word he says (because none of it would be true) and closes his mouth again.

With a frustrated groan, Noct lets his head drop onto his hands. It doesn’t even produce a dramatic thud or anything, it just hurts his knuckles, ow.

“Fine,” he huffs, because there’s really no arguing with Ignis, picks up his pen and stares at his textbook.

Prompto slumps in his chair, defeated, and grabs his own pen. He’d never argue against Ignis, even though he’s long since stopped being scared of him. So Noct’s been fighting a lonely battle from the very start, and without a reliable ally, all hope of convincing Ignis is lost.

Easier to just get it over with, then.

Reluctantly, he starts reading, highlighting the important passages and copying them into his own notebook. Prompto, meanwhile, starts at a different chapter so they can later swap out their notes. It’s a pretty efficient system, even though sometimes it takes longer to decipher Prompto’s chocobo scratch than it would to just read the whole thing himself.

For a while, they work in silence and Ignis chops, and the radio, set to Specs’ favourite station, plays quietly and it’s honestly pretty nice. The peaceful atmosphere almost makes him forget about the game, at least until he finishes his notes for the chapter he’s been reading and his eyes stray to the bag again.

“Specs,” he tries again, and this time, Ignis actually turns around. Score. Now, if he can get Prompto to get out his famed puppy eyes, they might just stand a fighting chance.

“Yes, Noct?”

Ignis’ face is the picture of innocence, as if he doesn’t have a clue what Noct is going to ask - or beg, maybe - of him.

“We’ve finished our chapters. Don’t you think that’s enough?” Noct holds up his notes for emphasis, then goes to grab Prompto’s notebook too for good measure and holds that up too. “See?”

“I do.” Ignis nods thoughtfully. “And how many chapters have you managed in total?”

“Five, between the two of us,” Prompto pipes up. And, yes, here come the puppy eyes. Noct knows Ignis isn’t immune to them, no one is.

Ignis observes them carefully, leaving them hanging for an answer just long enough to make Prompto squirm in his seat.

Finally, he lets out a long-suffering sigh and says firmly, “One more chapter.”

Out of habit, Noct groans, but it’s honestly a better deal than he hoped for. Prompto’s puppy eyes did something after all, it seems. And one more chapter isn’t so bad, if they split the work, they’ll be done in no more than half an hour.

“Deal!” he says, determined, and flips the page to the next chapter with renewed energy.

They do manage to negotiate a short break to start the game’s download first so that they can start playing immediately once they’ve finished. Fueled by the prospect of getting to play their new game, they’re done in no time at all, and they’re on the couch before Ignis can even finish telling them that they’ve done a good job.

“Oh man, Noct, I knew there had to be some benefits to being friends with you!” Prompto sighs happily, controller in hand and eyes trained on the screen.

“What, my personality not reason enough?”

“Sorry, but I’ll take this game over your sparkling personality any day.”

Noct shoves him into the arm of the couch for that and immediately earns himself a pillow to the face, but their tussle is immediately forgotten when the game’s title screen appears.

“Hey, Specs,” Noct calls towards the kitchen as he clicks through the game’s main menu. “Thanks for the game!”

“Yeah, you’re the best! Thanks, Iggy!” Prompto echoes.

“You’re most welcome.”

Ignis sounds pleased with himself, and Noct kind of wants to make fun of him for being a big softie who isn’t fooling anyone, but he did get them early access to the game and he even lets them eat dinner in front of the screen - “But this is an exception, do not get used to it.” - so Noct decides to let it go.

Just this once.

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Read the entire project here.

[sugarushsuga]

I’ll wait - #23

Genre/Au’s: Fluff – Idol!verse; Stablished Relationship

Paring: Yoongi x F Reader

Words count: 2.549

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: You meet Yoongi at a photoshoot and you just need to wait for him to be done.

Author note: His photos are going to be the death of me.

Masterlist

The soft music is almost inaudible as the chattering and camera clicks fill the air. You are walking on the narrow corridor towards the room containing all the noise. Doing your best to be as invisible as possible not wanting to bother the people working.

Inside the studio, there is one of those big fabric backgrounds, where you just flip the  backgrounds like you’d do a flip chart. There is a sightly greenish, kind of sage background on, the main subject of the photoshoot has a white dress shirt on, buttoned all the way up, black slacks, and shiny shoes, not that they are showing in the photos. He also sits in a tall stool.

You keep walking quietly on the back of the room, greeting silently the staff you know, doing your best to not disturb the art that is being made.

The director and star are fully immersed, they exchange opinions, ask him, the subject, to look to one side. Tilt the head a bit the other side. Look to the camera in a 45° angle, now smile a little, no don’t smile. Eyes closed, open. Wow, everyone will in love with this one, can I ask you phone number after we are done? Now lift up your shoulders a little more. Please someone can fix that one hair strand that is sticking up?

You can’t help but stare at him, just like everyone else in the room. Your eyes meet and the corner of his lips quicks up in a smirk.

“Can I get some water?” He request for a pause in the shoot.

“Oh, of course you can.” The director is quickly rushing his staff.

Getting out of the stool he makes his way towards you. His cold hands cup your cheeks, and a soft kiss is placed on your lips. To fight the urge to touch his styled hair your burry your hands inside  your coat pockets.

“Hey, handsome.” You greet.

“Hey, babe” Yoongi smiles before pecking your lips once again.

His manager goes over to the director, in an attempt to give you both a little bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank him later.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Besides the fact I want to ruin your perfectly styled hair?” You ask, before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“You can do whatever you want.” The man purrs letting his head fall to the side.

“I can’t, and I already took too much of everyone’s time. Go back to work.” You say gently pushing your boyfriend away and tapping his ass.

Yoongi pouts cutely as he walks backwards towards the shooting space. “I still have another couple styles to do.”

“It’s okay.” You sit on an empty chair in your corner. As you watch the man switch from Min Yoongi, your boyfriend to the professional Suga of BTS. His hair is styled in a way that resembles Holly, some very loose curls fluffed out making him look innocent and cute, parked with a dark sweater.

You snap some photos of him on your phone, knowing that when he gets the photos later he’ll send them all to you so you can pic the ones you want as you background.

There aren’t many props around and Yoongi is a pro, what makes the shoot move faster. He change his sweater to a white dress shirt with some ruffles and a black cardigan. His stylist combs his hair taming it down and fixing some strands so now his hair parts to the side so now it shows all the layers of with the ends lightly peaking up.

Yoongi keeps on making funny faces to you as you watch him through the mirror of the makeup station. It’s a small studio so the makeup and hair station is on a corner of the room right beside to the bathroom. Your chair is not too far from where he is sitting.

“Ahoy!” You great him as you walk closer.

“I’m not a pirate.” He glares playfully.

“No? So, what are you? A lord?” You push your hands inside your pockets fighting the urge to run them though his hair.

“Just Min Suga.” He pulls you closer.

“You look like someone from an old European movie.” You make fun of him.

“And you are just jealous that I’m looking this good and you can’t touch me.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at you.

“Where is the ‘you can do whatever you want’?” You ask mimicking him just moments earlier.

“Oh, that was Min Yoongi, now you are talking to Min Suga.” He says holding your wrist once the stylist says he is free to get up. “After this there are two more hair styles, the last one will take the longest.” Yoongi explains caressing the inside of your wrist.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” You nod.

“Are you sure? I can ask my man anger to-“

Placing a finger on his lips you shush him. “I’ll wait. Now go back there and finish your work so everyone can go home early and enjoy their night.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips then on your forehead before heading back to the shooting background. He sits on a stool to take more photos and then stands up, walks around from one side the another.

The next hairstyle is just simply parting his hair in the middle and changing his pirate shirt to a normal dress shirt. His hair stylist chats with you as he takes the photos taking about how healthy and silky his hair feels and how envious she’s of it. You can’t help but agree with her, especially since he just washes it with shampoo without any special care, while you care a lot for your hair, and it is far from looking healthy and shiny like his.

During the shoot she excused herself and takes a bottle of water to the set, she sprays some on his hair preparing to the next style, the director asked her to stop and takes some photos of Yoongi with half damp hair. As always he looks like a snack for you and you can only wait until the shoot is done.

He comes back to the makeup station and pulls you to his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as the director calls a break so the styling team can prepare the props for the last round. His hairstylist already damped we’ll his hair and bushed it all back. The makeup stylish prepares a pink net kind of thing that resembles cotton candy with small daisies around it and some other blue painted leaf’s that resemble feathers.

“This will be the last set.” He kisses your cheek.

“Hm.”

“And I’ll kill everyone with it.” He jokes playing with your fingers.

“You always do. You look fine, oh so fine.” You peak his nose. “I’ve never thought my self-control would be tested so much when I agreed to meet you here.”

“Is your self-control being tested?” He breath as against your jaw, and you nod. “And what are you controlling yourself to not do?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, “I can’t say it out loud.”

“Yoongi, can we prepare you?” The stylist asks interrupting you.

“Oh,” you jump off of his lap and stand back to give the team room to work.

“Y/n!” Yoongi whines as you move away and not answering him.

“Sorry babe.” You pout and he does too.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait till we get home.” He winks.

As Yoongi gets ready for the shoot you can only watch him as you wait until is time to go home.

The soft music is almost inaudible as the chattering and camera clicks fill the air. You are walking on the narrow corridor towards the room containing all the noise. Doing your best to be as invisible as possible not wanting to bother the people working.

Inside the studio, there is one of those big fabric backgrounds, where you just flip the  backgrounds like you’d do a flip chart. There is a slightly greenish, kind of sage background on, the main subject of the photoshoot has a white dress shirt on, buttoned all the way up, black slacks, and shiny shoes, not that they are showing in the photos. He also sits in a tall stool.

You keep walking quietly in the back of the room, silently greeting the staff you know, doing your best to not disturb the art that is being made.

The director and star are fully immersed, they exchange opinions, ask him, the subject, to look to one side. Tilt the head a bit the other side. Look at the camera at a 45° angle, now smile a little, no don’t smile. Eyes closed, open. Wow, everyone will fall in love with this one, can I ask for your phone number after we are done? Now lift up your shoulders a little more. Can someone please fix that one hair strand that is sticking up?

You can’t help but stare at him, just like everyone else in the room. Your eyes meet and the corner of his lips quicks up in a smirk.

“Can I get some water?” He requested a pause in the shoot.

“Oh, of course you can.” The director is quickly rushing his staff.

Getting out of the stool he makes his way towards you. His cold hands cup your cheeks, and a soft kiss is placed on your lips. To fight the urge to touch his styled hair you bury your hands inside  your coat pockets.

“Hey, handsome.” You greet.

“Hey, babe” Yoongi smiles before pecking your lips once again.

His manager goes over to the director, in an attempt to give you both a little bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank him later.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Besides the fact I want to ruin your perfectly styled hair?” You ask, before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“You can do whatever you want.” The man purrs, letting his head fall to the side.

“I can’t, and I already took too much of everyone’s time. Go back to work.” You say gently pushing your boyfriend away and tapping his ass.

Yoongi pouts cutely as he walks backwards towards the shooting space. “I still have another couple styles to do.”

“It’s okay.” You sit on an empty chair in your corner. As you watch the man switch from Min Yoongi, your boyfriend to the professional Suga of BTS. His hair is styled in a way that resembles Holly, some very loose curls fluffed out making him look innocent and cute, parked with a dark sweater.

You snap some photos of him on your phone, knowing that when he gets the photos later he’ll send them all to you so you can pick the ones you want as your background.

There aren’t many props around and Yoongi is a pro, which makes the shoot move faster. He changed his sweater to a white dress shirt with some ruffles and a black cardigan. His stylist combs his hair, taming it down and fixing some strands so now his hair parts to the side so now it shows all the layers with the ends lightly peaking up.

Yoongi keeps on making funny faces to you as you watch him through the mirror of the makeup station. It’s a small studio so the makeup and hair station is in a corner of the room right beside the bathroom. Your chair is not too far from where he is sitting.

“Ahoy!” You greet him as you walk closer.

“I’m not a pirate.” He glares playfully.

“No? So, what are you? A lord?” You push your hands inside your pockets fighting the urge to run them though his hair.

“Just Min Suga.” He pulls you closer.

“You look like someone from an old European movie.” You make fun of him.

“And you are just jealous that I’m looking this good and you can’t touch me.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at you.

“Where is the ‘you can do whatever you want’?” You ask, mimicking him just moments earlier.

“Oh, that was Min Yoongi, now you are talking to Min Suga.” He says holding your wrist once the stylist says he is free to get up. “After this there are two more hair styles, the last one will take the longest.” Yoongi explains caressing the inside of your wrist.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” You nod.

“Are you sure? I can ask my man anger to-“

Placing a finger on his lips you shush him. “I’ll wait. Now go back there and finish your work so everyone can go home early and enjoy their night.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips then on your forehead before heading back to the shooting background. He sits on a stool to take more photos and then stands up, walks around from one side to the other.

The next hairstyle is just simply parting his hair in the middle and changing his pirate shirt to a normal dress shirt. His hair stylist chats with you as he takes the photos talking about how healthy and silky his hair feels and how envious she’s of it. You can’t help but agree with her, especially since he just washes it with shampoo without any special care, while you care a lot for your hair, and it is far from looking healthy and shiny like his.

During the shoot she excused herself and took a bottle of water to the set. She sprays some on his hair preparing for the next style, the director asks her to stop and takes some photos of Yoongi with half damp hair. As always he looks like a snack for you and you can only wait until the shoot is done.

He comes back to the makeup station and pulls you to his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as the director calls a break so the styling team can prepare the props for the last round. His hairstylist already dampened his hair and bushed it all back. The makeup stylish prepares a pink net kind of thing that resembles cotton candy with small daisies around it and some other blue painted leaves that resemble feathers.

“This will be the last set.” He kisses your cheek.

“Hm.”

“And I’ll kill everyone with it.” He jokes playing with your fingers.

“You always do. You look fine, oh so fine.” You peak his nose. “I’ve never thought my self-control would be tested so much when I agreed to meet you here.”

“Is your self-control being tested?” He breathes as against your jaw, and you nod. “And what are you controlling yourself to not do?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, “I can’t say it out loud.”

“Yoongi, can we prepare you?” The stylist interrupts you.

“Oh,” you jump off of his lap and stand back to give the team room to work.

“Y/n!” Yoongi whines as you move away and not answering him.

“Sorry babe.” You pout and he does too.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait till we get home.” He winks.

As Yoongi gets ready for the shoot you can only watch him as you wait until it is time to go home.

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I love your writing!! If you’re still doing the ways to say I love you prompts, I would love to see you do 1! <3

Well thanks for saying so! I appreciate that so so much. I'm so happy someone sent one of these in - you actually picked one that I wanted to do when I first looked over the list, so thank you for that, too!

I did something a little weird, there's some tense change and a list... I hope you don't mind -

There are so many good things about being married to Eddie Munson, author extraordinaire. And not a single one of them have anything to do with his fame.

In fact, Steve is so fond of the early days where a schedule didn't rule their lives and time together meant memories made, not just stolen seconds exist in the same space, that he sometimes wishes they could go back.

Steve remembers a time when Eddie didn't roll out of bed until well past noon, only to spend the rest of the day in his underwear doing absolutely nothing. It's been so long since Steve saw Eddie do anything other than rush from one place to another, that repeating the list of ten things he loves about Eddie is the only reminder he's got that a version of his husband that enjoys life and makes time for him actually exists.

He's been living in the memories for a while now - they're so much easier to handle than the truth.

As he clenches his fingers around the steering wheel to keep from closing his eyes, Steve goes through the list again, desperate to keep himself awake. Eddie's reading is in the morning and they have to get there in time.

Eddie's eyes

The deep brown of those doe eyes was the first thing Steve saw across the bar the night they met. Robin was giving him grief about the sweater he chose for the night, heckling him for his taste once again when everything but that chocolatey stare ceased to matter. Steve got up off of his chair so fast that he felt faint for a second. He would later chalk that up to the wicked spell Eddie's entire existence cast upon him.

That one glance was enough for Steve to sell his soul and finally dance with the devil.

2. Eddie's lips

After trudging his way through the bar, Steve collected himself and made a play for Eddie's hand. It never ceased to amaze him that the corny "hey beautiful" Steve threw Eddie's way actually worked. It did, though - it worked so well that Eddie broke off from his friends to sit at a small table in the corner of the bar just to talk to Steve.

Between the drinks they shared and the attraction that was bubbling, Steve missed a whole lot of Eddie's words that night. He spent more time watching Eddie's lips form shapes and letters than actually listening to what he was saying. As sleazy as it was, that particular distraction worked out in Steve's favor later that night when Eddie crowded him into a wall and kissed him. Steve was already so familiar with Eddie's lips just from staring that it took no time at all to reduce him to whimpering moans and pants for more.

3. Eddie's sense of humor

It didn't take long for things to become serious between him and Eddie. Steve wasn't the type to simply suck a guy off and never call him back. He'd gotten his heart broken more times than he cared to count because he actually put himself out there in hopes of finally finding someone to love. Eddie, despite his terrible habits and less than stellar maturity, was also on the lookout for that special someone. Their bathroom stall fling turned into dates that became overnight stays. Steve's apartment quickly filled up with little reminders of Eddie - hair ties and guitar picks and chewed up pencils never meant so much.

The only thing left to do to make things as real as they could be, was introduce Eddie to the kids.

He shouldn't have worried or put so much pressure on that introduction. The second they walked through the door, Eddie cracked his worst dad joke and obliterated the tension in the room. Dustin jumped off the couch, still laughing, and pulled Eddie into a hug.

From that point on, it was like Eddie had always been a part of their lives.

4. The way Eddie looks at me

Before Eddie came into his life, Steve had one other serious relationship. Nancy Wheeler was the person he thought he'd love the rest of his days. She made him a better person, despite breaking his spirit and heart into little tiny pieces. She called him bull shit the night they broke up and Steve never thought he'd recover. The look in her eyes hurt worse than the rejection or knowledge of her infidelity. She glanced at him but never saw him... not really.

Eddie, on the other hand, took Steve in in every way possible. He stared hard, as if he were examining a bug under a microscope. Sometimes his gaze was soft and lingering, like all the time in the world to stare at him would never be enough. When he looked at Steve, Eddie absorbed him and tucked all the knowledge he gained into the back of his brain for safe keeping and later use. He saw Steve, unlike anyone else ever had in his entire life. Those eyes and that look... Steve never stood a chance.

5. Eddie's touch

Though Eddie wasn't the first guy that Steve found himself falling into bed with, he felt like the last. The way he grabbed the front of Steve's sweater that first night was so final that Steve couldn't fight the pull, nor did he want to. He was compelled to lean into the firm grasp of Eddie's possessive clutch. As their relationship progressed and intimacy became like second nature, the rightness of Eddie's hand on his cheek or holding his hip never went away.

Steve always figured he'd grow used to the coldness of Eddie's rings as they glossed across his skin but that never happened. His body became hypersensitive to the cool metal, instead. Every time Eddie touched him, Steve felt treasured in a way that didn't make much sense. How did one person hold so much over another?

After ten years of marriage, Steve still didn't know.

6. Eddie's creativity

Before Eddie's writing career really got off the ground, Steve was the only one who got to read what Eddie put on paper. In the early days, Steve watched over Eddie's shoulder as he finished up another chapter of the book he swore was going to make him big (spoiler alert - it did!). They spent their evenings passing pages back and forth while Steve soaked up the newest part of the story Eddie was telling him.

While the subject matter wasn't anything Steve would've sought out himself, he loved getting to read Eddie's writing. His mind was big ad complex and wide open - the ideas he put forth were so out of the box that Steve couldn't help but sit down and wait to see what happened next. Eddie's ability to make the world seem like a worthy place to live never stopped surprising Steve.

7. Eddie's family

Once Eddie met the kids, all of Steve's important people were met and gave their approval. He for sure thought that Eddie would reciprocate the gesture, but the introduction to the Munson family didn't come until several months later.

Eddie was quiet and anxious the entire drive out to his Uncle Wayne's, though Steve didn't understand why. At least, not until they pulled into a small trailer park on the far edge of town. The distinct stink of shame finally reached Steve's nose and it all made sense - Eddie's reluctance to share this part of himself and his hesitancy to talk about his family at all. Unlike Steve and the dirty laundry he aired regularly, Eddie wasn't confident about his poor kid past.

Instead of saying anything, Steve simply grabbed Eddie's hand and held it tightly as they walked up to a beat up trailer door.

Of course, the old man that stepped out before they could knock was nothing like Steve expected. With the way Eddie was acting, Steve was banking on a gruff, abusive person waiting on them. He was met with the nicest human on the planet, instead.

Wayne took Steve under his wing so quickly that Eddie was a little jealous at first. Steve never had a father figure, so he leaned into the embrace Eddie's only family was giving him. After they got into a little snit about it, Eddie realized Steve blending in with Wayne was his way of becoming a part of the family.

All the pieces were staring to fit - the puzzle of living life together and becoming one was almost complete.

8. The comfort that Eddie makes me feel

Coming from an abusive household, Steve had a hard time trusting people. He didn't communicate with his parents at all, nor any of his old friends that saw what was happening to him and said nothing. Steve learned very quickly that people were only out to protect themselves - those rare humans out there that actually tried to have his back were few and far between... and totally worth keeping around. Up until Steve met Eddie, that feeling of safety in a romantic relationship hadn't manifested.

Steve worried he'd never reach that level with Eddie, either. Things were just too good to be true.

Then, Steve had a panic attack and his entire attitude changed.

Instead of pushing him out of the bed (like Nancy used to do) or ignoring him completely, Eddie talked gently to Steve until he got permission to move close enough to touch. When Steve finally allowed it, Eddie wrapped him up tight and held him until the shock subsided and the tremors went away. He whispered soft nothings and rocked Steve back and forth to some unheard rhythm. Eddie made Steve feel so safe that he never wanted to leave the embrace of those strong arms again.

9. Eddie's fight

It seemed silly to appreciate something so trivial in a person, but Steve loved the spark in Eddie's chest when a battle presented itself. Whether it was an asshole calling them fags or Steve himself trying to push him away, Eddie dug in his heels and stood up for what he believed in. He didn't balk at a fist being swung or sharp words used. Despite the times it would've been much easier to walk away, Eddie stayed and worked and tried a little harder.

No one ever fought with and against and for Steve so hard in his entire life.

It had never meant so much.

10. The easy way Eddie loves me

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Steve is just about to play his favorite memory over in his head when an all too familiar hand lands on his thigh. "Hey Stevie, Why don't you pull over? Let me drive for a while."

It's then that Steve realizes he's exhausted beyond belief and so ready for a break. He's been numb and frustrated and tired for days on end - following Eddie around on his book tour is hard work. In the haze of all the excitement, Steve's neglected himself and Eddie is the first one to notice.

Of course he is - the way he loves Steve is so simple and straightforward that Eddie always sees things first, is always twenty steps ahead. He knows exactly what Steve needs long before he knows himself.

It's eerie and beautiful and perfect in all the ways their life together sometimes isn't. The ease of their relationship is what keeps them together when the world tries to drag them apart.

As he pulls over and sets the car into park, Steve reaches across the middle console to pull Eddie close. There's a hand on either cheek with eager thumbs stroking sleep warm cheeks. They stare and share breath and then kiss because there's no reason not to. Steve revels in the warmth of Eddie before mumbling "it's your turn, anyway."

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100 Ways To Say I Love You

93. "I believe in you."

lotura fluff for the soul <3

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On days like these, Allura finds herself wishing she was more like her father.

The Sincline ships are an endeavour the likes of which has never been attempted, and every time she comes into Lotor’s labs and workshops to try and make progress, she further learns why. There’s an astounding amount of detail that must go into every imaginable part, and the integration of science and magic necessary has her reeling even just thinking about it. She tries, she really does, to maintain a smile and a determined posture. Maybe if she can convince everyone else that she knows what she's doing, Allura herself will start to believe it too. 

She longs silently for her father's knowledge, for his guiding hand. Of course, he has long rejoined the stars, and no such guidance comes.

Allura picks up an artefact, brought from Honerva’s old laboratory. It’s a piece that her alchemy has been drawing her to, though she knows nearly nothing about it in practice. She sets it down just as the door behind her slides open.

In comes none other than Lotor, posture relaxing marginally as the door closes.

"Princess," he greets, serious.

"Emperor," she says back, teasing. Lotor's face colours at the title, his cheeks and the tips of his ears going a slightly darker shade. 

"How many times must I tell you to call me by my name?" he asks, shaking his head. His hair falls over his face in a curtain that doesn't quite hide his amused smile. Allura smirks, feigning innocence. 

"Your generals and subjects call you emperor," Allura says.

"Of which you are neither."

"Well," Allura begins, "why should I be any different?"

Lotor looks at her, those piercing eyes holding something unreadable, unfathomable. There’s a long moment of silence. He takes a deep breath in.

"Do you know how much you mean to me, Allura?"

The Princess smiles, turning back to her work. She picks up the artefact she'd been studying before he came in.

"Well, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone else in this universe that can access Altean alchemy." She turns the relic this way and that for a moment.

"Not your alchemy," Lotor says, voice quiet, almost reverent. Allura looks up, feeling something inside her catch.

Their gazes meet.

"Do you know how much you mean to me, Allura?"

Silence, heavy but not unpleasant, hangs over them. For a long moment. Allura feels as though her lungs do not, cannot take in air. The sincerity in Lotor’s words takes her by surprise. Smiling shyly, she ducks her head, feeling her face grow warm.

“Do not tell me you’ve fallen for me so soon, Lotor,” she says, even as something in the back of her mind tells her even if it were so, things wouldn’t be so bad. Lotor moves forward, one hand twining in between her fingers.

“I would not say fallen, ” he mutters, voice still carrying that same air of reverence from before.“A fall implies pain, of which I feel none, not with you.” Those dark eyes wander, across her face, down to where their hands interlock. “I feel I have grown rather than fallen. Grown fond, perhaps, or grown into something else entirely.” He brushes the knuckles of the other hand against her cheek, so light that the touch is hardly there. 

“Even I would not be so proud to think I could describe what I feel for you.”

“ Oh. ”

It’s more breath than an actual word. She isn’t quite sure how to react — his forwardness has taken her by surprise, but she can't say she dislikes it. Without really thinking, she tightens her grip on Lotor’s hand. He squeezes back, holding her gaze.

She can't say the same about him, not yet. It is still too early for her to make such confessions, especially their statuses, especially with the universe hanging in the balance. But soon, maybe. Soon she will look at him with just as much adoration.

"I'm–" She's usually rather good with words, having been brought up to be a diplomat before all else. And yet, now her words fail her, mind racing to keep up with just what is happening in this moment.

"I am flattered," Allura finally manages. "Truly, Lotor, I– I have no words." She laughs, a breathy thing, coming from the overwhelmedness she's feeling more than from actual humour. “I’d implore you to hold off on such confessions, though. You haven’t yet seen my lack of progress on your ships.” Lotor waves, dismissive, as if such things pale in comparison to the girl before him.

“Have I not just told you that it is you, not your alchemy that matters to me?” he says, a gentle reminder. “Besides,” he continues, bringing their hands up between them. A smile, so soft it looks almost out of place on him. “I believe in you, Allura.”

There’s an ever-so-slight touch of lips against the back of Allura’s hand, so gentle that at first she questions whether or not it actually happened. And then Lotor is pulling back, releasing his careful hold, turning back towards the door.

He glances over his shoulder just before the door shuts, staring at her as if she is the most beautiful of constellations.

She watches as the door closes, and wishes for the day that she can look at him the same way to come faster.

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One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful.”

  And…

  100.  “I love you.”

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“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

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100 Ways To Say I Love You (3/100)

Always by your side, in Sickness, in Danger & in the Flames of Death

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares Series: Part 41 of SparkyGurl's Multifandom 100 ways to say I Love You Summary:

Multifandom 100 ways to say I love you

#41 - Percy x Annabeth - Go Back To Sleep

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—Yours and Mine—

Louis goes to the library with his favourite people, his boyfriend Harry and his son, Max. A Bitter Ends Turns Sweet timestamp in Louis’ pov written for "Ficlet Friday" & the 1D Creator Clubhouse. Prompt 96: I brought you an umbrella

Teen & Up | 1k | Louis/Harry

— Bitter Ends Turn Sweet —

by @allwaswell16 for @faithinthefutureficfest

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

Explicit | 30k | Louis/Harry

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