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mediumgayitalian · 27 days

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Will would like to say, at risk of perjuring himself, that he did not intend to fall asleep.

Like, he wanted to.

And he did.

But it was not his original intent.

His original intent was to stabilize his patients (success), climb out the back window of the infirmary (success), stick the landing (failure is good for growth), meet Nico behind the Big House (success), and shadow travel to his cabin without throwing up (fifty percent is a pass). The secondary intent was to sprawl on his boyfriend’s lap, taking up as much space as possible in his massive, against-camp-regulations bed (how it is possible to be Dionysus’ nepo baby without actually being a child of Dionysus, Will shall never know), turn off his brain, and watch him play video games for a while.

The issue is that Nico is so comfortable.

Yeah, he’s bony. And yeah, sometimes he gets really into the game and forgets that Will is there, elbowing him in the face as he cusses at the screen in what sounds like ancient Latin. And yeah, the sound of a CoD lobby is the opposite of a sleep-conductive environment. However.

However.

While he may spend hours of his week standing on tables, lecturing on healthy eating habits and regular circadian rhythms via sonnet, and enforcing said habits via taser (rip Leo Valdez, you would’ve loved watching Will taser people for stress relief, come back alive soon), Will is what his friends and family call a ‘big fat hypocrite’.

He wouldn’t know healthy habits if they painted themselves bright neon blue (the easiest colour for him to see), stood ten feet tall, dressed in Malvolio’s outfit from Twelfth Night, and roundhouse kicked him in the teeth his mother spent thousands of dollars on (braces suck). He has not slept through the night even once his whole life. Yesterday, his two meals were 1) twizzlers and 2) audacity. He once measured how much liquid he had in his system on any given time and then drank approximately two point seven litres of RedBull to become, by volume, one half percent caffeine. (His heart did indeed stop. But it started back up again when Jason shocked him, so it was fine. Plus, he wrote it all down, so in reality it was science.)

Also, his dumbfuck peers keep getting themselves maimed, and he was informed unfortunately by Chiron that he cannot strike and leave them to suffer. (Accusing him of violating his First Amendment Right To Petition got him nothing but stable duty.) As of ten minutes before Nico picked him up, he was on his thirty-ninth consecutive hour of being awake. Probably. (He’s reasonably certain that climbing a tree on Friday morning and belting himself to the trunk, Katniss Everdeen style, for a quick catnap was not a fever dream, but one can never be too certain.)

Regardless. Point is, Will had cute boys to cuddle and Thoughts to Think. He had no intention of falling asleep.

And, yet.

He wakes up warm — the perfect kind of warm, wherein you feel akin to a soupified caterpillar in a chrysalis — or like a croissant lovingly shaped by the hands of an elderly chef in Paris and baked with care in a regulated oven — or like a wonderfully blubbery elephant seal baking on a slick rock — or like a space rock hurtling through the —

“Morning, Sunshine,” murmurs a very familiar voice. Following the very gentle murmur is a very gentle smooch on the forehead. Will, still mostly asleep, thinks he would sign off his soul without a second thought to ensure it happens again. “Or evening, rather.”

“Has anyone ever offered you their soul?” Will asks, fuzzy and disoriented. He tries and fails to blink the grogginess away, but the world around him stays dark, and the hand in his hair remains where it is, and he is so, so sleepy.

“Not yet,” Nico says. Will can hear the amused smile in his voice. “Why?”

Will yawns. “No reason. Timizzit?”

“Late, tesoro. Past curfew.”

Will groans, knocking his head gently back into Nico’s hold.

Of course his dumb ass slept through the evening. Of course he now has to drag himself awake and walk, in the blistering, nose-numbing frost (it’s sixty degrees, Solace) across camp, dodging feral harpy attacks (Apollo kids have harpy immunity, William), and trudging into his sad, small, lonely bed (gods above you are your father’s son) where he will of course be fully awake by the time he gets there. God really does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers. (You’re an atheist, William Andrew.)

“Why me,” he laments, refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap. Perhaps he will simply wither here, warm, satisfied, and more importantly away from little siblings who will not stop squabbling even when their long-suffering older brother looks longingly and pointedly at a bottle of cyanide.

Nico snorts. “Because the gods are punishing you for your crimes.”

“I have committed no crimes! This is unjust! Partisan! I am Hester Prynne and she is me —”

“Your mother is going to hell for teaching you literacy.”

“Defamation and libel!”

“Shut up, Will, gods —”

But he softens the blow of his words by leaning down, hands on either side of Will’s face, and kissing him like he’s trying to breathe him back to life. Or keep him quiet, honestly, but he smells like woodsmoke and citrus and old leather so Will doesn’t really mind. Even if he did, the chapped skin of Nico’s lips serves as a very good distraction, as does the brush of his thumb over Will’s cheekbone and the cool press of his ring against Will’s heated skin.

“Stay over,” he whispers, shifting his lips to Will’s chin, his jaw, his neck. He scratches his teeth lightly against Will’s adam’s apple and his hemoglobin briefly forget how important their job is. “You don’t have a shift tomorrow and everyone at camp owes you, like, twelve favours each.”

“That’s very convincing,” Will mumbles, unsure if he’s referring to Nico’s sound logic or the breath he blows on the shell of Will’s ear, which makes his arrector pili muscles go crazy. (He could make a more convincing case for the logic if all the blood had not abandoned his brain. Alas.)

“I’m a very convincing person.”

He slides a hand under Will’s shirt and his already very weak resolve pulls out a suitcase, packs its things, and abandons its family to pursue a career in competitive shoemaking. Or something. Nico’s hands are very very cold and it feels really really good for some reason and Will is just one man, okay. He may have been named after willpower but that does not mean he possesses any. And Nico is a convincing person. He out-stubborned Death.

“Okay,” he gasps out, arching into the nail Nico scratches over the intensely sensitive skin of his hip, “I’m staying, I’m staying, please take all your wiles and ship them out into the sea in a wine crate ala Danaë and her newborn.”

“…You are such a deeply strange person.”

“And yet you love me so.”

Nico presses his smile to Will’s forehead. “Indeed, I do.”

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amberizedcasey · 11 months

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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

#qsmp #cellbit #roier #guapoduo #spiderbit #100 Ways To Say I Love You #the whole letter for roier already had this energy #he didn't say directly but u know #sometimes saying #i wish i could've been that someone you needed to not be alone anymore #can be more powerful than simply saying #i love you

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chizue-witchery · 7 months

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⚜️. *. ⋆ 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 • 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

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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.

#whumptober #whumptober2023 #no.1 #how many fingers am i holding up?#qsmp #fic #jaiden animations #roier #qjaiden #qroier #major character death tw #badthingshappenbingo #100 ways to say i love you

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sparkygurly227 · 2 months

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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

#percabeth #percy x annabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #fanfic #100 ways to say i love you

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birdybomb · 2 years

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“Don’t cry.”

(1∞ ways to say 'I Love You') (40/100)

#renga #100 ways to say i love you #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 to infinity #reki #langa #Reki kyan #Langa hasegawa #rekilan #lanreki #artist on tumblr #fanart #sk8 anime #sk8 fanart

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thisfairytalegonebad · 9 days

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

Prompt #30 of the Love List.

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

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“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.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #thisfairytalegonebad's writing #100 ways to say i love you #i don't think i've ever put that last tag on any of these hmm #well guess i'm gonna start now

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 1 year

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💗 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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#birthday celebration #writing prompts #100 ways to say i love you #jj maybank

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sugarushsuga · 1 year

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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.

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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.

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.”

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.

“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.”

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.

100WTSILY - Masterlist

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bmodiwrites · 1 year

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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

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

full text of the fic under the cut, or read on ao3 (and maybe leave a kudo and/or comment while you're there 👀)

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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awhitehead17 · 2 years

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Links master list

Down below is a round up of the lists of links I have created for some the challenges I’ve completed. I figured it would be good to have these in one place to make it easier to find some of the different stories I’ve shared.

Whumptober 2018

Red Challenge

Batfam Bingo 2019

TimKon 30 days of domestic fluff

Whumptober 2020

TimKon 100 ways to say I love you AU’s

Batfam Alphabet

Whumptober 2022

Bonus:

A list of prompt lists

My AO3 profile

#Master list #fic list #fanfiction #timkon #batfamily #whumptober #red challenge #30 days of domestic fluff #100 ways to say i love you #batfam alphabet #prompt list #ao3

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mediumgayitalian · 29 days

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“Come here, you dweeb. Let me fix it.”

Will pouts, dragging his feet over and slumping half on top of him. Nico allows it with a smile and a roll of his eyes, pinching Will’s shoulder. He doesn’t react except for a wounded noise, muffled in Nico’s lap, so the situation is evidently quite dire.

“It’s just hair, Will.”

“But I worked on it!” He shifts around until he’s got his head in Nico’s lap, face turned towards him, body curled up on the grass around him. Nico brushes his tangled bangs off his forehead, meeting his big sad eyes. “I spent forty minutes with a stupid brush! And yet!”

“And yet,” Nico agrees, unable to appropriately school is face into one of somber understanding. Will scowls at him for his lack of proper sympathy, a little bit of genuine hurt in his eyes, so Nico leans down and kisses right between his brows in apology. He seems mollified, if only slightly, or at least he leans into Nico’s touch and stops mumbling quite so much.

“‘S’not fair.”

“Mhm.“

“Your hair listens to your instructions.”

“Yep.”

“Even Cecil’s hair listens to him, and no one listens to Cecil.”

Nico purses his lips thoughtfully. “I think Austin listens to Cecil.”

“Yes, I know. It’s an ongoing issue. I’m trying to train him out of it.”

“And how’s that going?” Nico murmurs, curling a strand of golden blond hair around his finger.

“Oh, well, I’m doing my best, so of course it’s going horribly.”

Nico snorts. He resists the urge to hold his palms to Will’s cheeks and kiss every single freckle at light speed, because he will screech something about how Nico is one-upping him in the romance department or something stupid like that. Instead he settles for looking at his dumb dramatic boyfriend’s face and marvelling over the fact that the cutest boy in the entire world, and Nico is being totally objective, hunts around camp until he finds whatever tree Nico is hiding under and curls up into a ball around him and trusts Nico to hold him while he complains about stupid things that genuinely hurt his feelings a little. It’s nice. So many people at camp are still so rigid around him, like he’s collecting information for their judgement day or something. Will prefers to exercise his lesser-known Apollonian talent of being a bigger drama queen than the god himself.

“Stay still,” Nico says softly, moving Will around so he’s laying perpendicular to Nico, now, head centered in his lap and staring up at the sky. Will sighs and squirms a little and turns his head to press a kiss to Nico’s knee, scrunching up his face and releasing it, and then settles in the position.

Humming something soft that exists on the fringes of his foggy memories, he sinks his hands into Will’s hair.

“It’s not that bad,” he promises, moving slowly and pausing whenever he comes across a knot.

Will harrumphs.

“I mean it, Marilyn Monroe. You can tone down the histrionics.”

“I used gel.”

Nico flicks a dried clump of it onto Will’s forehead, amused. “I can see that.”

“I followed every single one of Mitchell’s instructions!”

“I bet.”

“And yet!”

“And, yet.”

Nico has a sneaking suspicion that someone made a comment about Will’s hair, in the last few weeks. He can never confirm it and Will has been shifty about it every time he asks, but Nico has noticed the uptick in hoods and hats the past month and his little flinches every time Nico reaches up and tugs on it. Despite being oddly confident about the oddest things — why he is so proud of being able to fit his fist in his mouth, Nico will never know — Will is very sensitive to how people think of him. He needs to know he’s liked, and when people don’t like him, he gets…desperate, pleasing. The opposite of Nico, who becomes worse in an attempt to push them away on his own terms.

Nico leans down and presses a long, lingering kiss to his forehead.

“I like your hair, you know.”

“It’s a stupid mess.”

He smooths down a handful of it, pressing it over Will’s eye. He manages to keep a straight face for one, two, three seconds before he huffs a laugh, batting Nico’s hands away. Nico grins.

“I like the stupid mess.”

“Yeah, well, you like a lot of weird things.”

“Like you?” Nico suggests, pressing another kiss to the tip of his rounded nose.

“Shut up.”

Another strange thing about him, that Nico has to duck his head to hide his automatic smile: he gets embarrassed easily.

Nico never expected it of him, with all the dorky, medical-themed pickup lines and general shamelessness in his affection towards everybody on Earth, but especially Nico. When the poking, prodding attraction is turned on him, however, he shuts down like an overloaded Playstation. Nico can sometimes see the error messages playing behind its eyes. It’s hilarious.

“Will.” He pokes him in the cheek. “Hey.”

“What,” Will grumbles.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Watching the slow spread of red from below the collar of his shirt to the roots of his hair is a delight. Nico watches in glee, wrestling Will’s hands away when he tries to slap them over his face.

“Shut up! Leave me alone! Go — flirt with somebody else!”

“You’d curse them to speak in rhymes for ten years,” Nico teases.

Will makes an agonised noise. “Who! Asked you! Shut up!”

“You’d sic Kayla on anyone who so much as winks at me, you jealous bitch.”

“I would not!”

“You would so. You rolled your eyes at everything Percy said for three weeks when you found out I used to crush on him —”

“I did not!”

“— and you didn’t even have the balls to ask me out, back then.”

“You are a — peddler of falsehoods! A prevaricator, a perjurer, and a fabulist!”

“And you sound like you swallowed a thesaurus,” Nico snickers. He catches the hand Will flails at him, pressing a kiss to the wrist, which only serves to fluster him more. He decides to take mercy when the kisses he trails down his arms result in one loud, long, tortured screech, pulling back and giving him some space.

Notably, he doesn’t move from Nico’s lap.

“I like it,” Nico admits, once Will has calmed down some. “I like that you’ve liked me for so long.”

Will peeks through the fingers he has covering his eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yes.” Nico squeezes his shoulders. “And endearing, which seems to be your sweet spot.” He presses a much softer kiss to the underside of Will’s ear, lingering there until he sighs, slumping under all the tension finally leaving his body. “I love you, Will. I love your clumsiness and your rambles and your nose and your freckles and your awkwardness and your jealousy and your hair and I love you, Will, all of you. Even the embarrassing weird parts.” He kisses him again. “Especially the weird parts.”

Will breathes slowly, carefully, evenly, face pressed to the inside of Nico’s thigh. His long eyelashes tickle his skin. Nico can feel the press of his Adam’s apple when he swallows, pulsing against his calf.

“I never thought you were a freak.”

Nico brushes his knuckles over his cheek. “I know.”

“I used to — talk about you. All the time. And your oxytocin levels.”

He smiles.

“I know.”

“Lee had a — chart.” Some of the flush rises back up in his cheeks. “A ‘Days Since We’ve Heard About Di Angelo’ chart.”

Nico bites his lip. Hard.

“The number never got higher than six.”

“…I am trying really, really hard, Will.”

Will sighs.

“You can laugh.”

Nico cracks up, trying desperately to muffle his giggles in his bitten fist. It doesn’t work very well, but the glare Will sends him is somewhat softened by the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Gods, you are — a mess.”

“Mhm.”

Nico cups the side of his face. Will turns, slightly, enough to press a kiss to the centre of his palm and then stay there, eyes closed, breathing against his sword-callused skin.

“I love you too, by the way. Obviously.”

“I know.”

“Don’t Han Solo me, you bastard.”

“Go ahead and try to stop me,” Nico challenges, grinning into the passionately indignant kiss Will presses to his lips, finally, letting Nico curl his hands in his hair.

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nibordereht · 1 year

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The way they say I Love You

Summary:

A hundred ways Tim and Bernard say "I love you" until they actually say it.

The way they said ILY (Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd) by anyrobin in AO3

Chapter 1: Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.

Tim and Bernard were running from the apocalypse straight into the sunset. It was laughter, crying, and a whole lot of mutual love. Actually, they weren't running, but Tim was driving a nice red convertible car while Bernard hummed Cigarettes After Sex as he played with the wind through his fingers. Next to them, the meadows stretched into forests and the forests into mountains. They were in a remote part of the frontier, just the two of them against the world, escaping an avalanche that was coming before they even knew it. The snowball was gathering, but they were ignoring it to keep moving toward the beautiful sky that awaited them at the end of the road.

"I feel great," Bernard blurted out, trying to catch his breath. "This is the best idea we've ever had, I'm so glad you agreed." «That you took a break from Robin just for me», he didn't add.

Tim, eyes heavy and trying to focus on the road, sketched a soft smile and took one hand off the steering wheel to place it on Bernard's which was near the handbrake.

"Hey, we needed some time to ourselves. Besides, you know me, I love adventure," he laughed.

And god, it was so hard not to tell him, yes, he knew, he knew how every night he went out to save the world, putting his life at risk in exchange for just the adrenaline and the feeling of satisfaction, with no reward or thanks in between. But he couldn't, Tim didn't know and didn't have to know that Bernard knew he was Robin. If his boyfriend didn't want to make him part of that side of his life yet, he would wait. Give time to time, he had patience and the certainty that together they had a lifetime ahead of them to learn each other's secrets that needed to be known. Some others could be kept hidden, like the embarrassing theories about Robin actually being a stripper that Bernard had made in the darkest days of his teenage years.

"And I love hanging out with you," Bernard murmured. Tim just smiled.

They suddenly went through a tunnel consisting only of leafy trees. It felt magical. Actually, everything felt magical when they were together, whether it was playing video games or spontaneously driving across the country in an old-fashioned convertible. Bernard felt so loved, and he loved Tim so, so much. He wanted to run away from the world forever if it meant he could have him by his side infinitely. Every second was so precious when they were together.

He turned up the volume on the music on the radio, singing Falling in Love without really letting the air out of his mouth, just miming and squinting as if he could feel every musical note. It was so appropriate for the moment. He felt so in love and peaceful.

The shade of the trees left only small patches of sunlight illuminating them both, but it didn't need any more for Tim to shine. His boyfriend looked exhausted, barely focused on the road. Bernard knew that before his sudden trip he'd had to face Killer Croc and was probably hiding a wound somewhere, and his heart clenched at the realization that Tim was doing everything he could just because Bernard longed for them to spend time together.

"I feel like we're running from the apocalypse," Bernard commented, in an attempt to get his boyfriend to wake up a little. Tim made a small sound to signal that he was paying attention to him, so he continued, "You know, full speed ahead, just staring straight ahead as if the buildings were collapsing behind us, with the world being destroyed by aliens or the villain of the day."

"Very romantic."

"Yes."

The conversation was lost there. Bernard continued to navigate his thoughts on the matter. Truth be told, the situation was as if they were fleeing a war, the one Tim was living through on a daily basis. They were running from the life Tim sacrificed so much for just for five minutes of romantic comedy. And it was worth everything in the world. Even when the next day they would have to return to Gotham and Bernard would have to deliver Tim into the clutches of the cruel uncertain fate of superheroes. Living his personal apocalypse by having to go on with his life unaware that his crush was putting his own at risk.

"We've had to run from the apocalypse too many times before, Bern. Don't manifest it." Tim pleaded jokingly. However, that comment had taken too long and Bernard didn't need to be the protégé of the world's greatest detective to pick up on what state Robin must have been in to respond so slowly.

"Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."

"No, it's all right. You must be tired," sighed Tim.

"Shut up and stop the car, Timmy. If I'm tired, you're already dead. Let your fabulous boyfriend show you his Formula 1 skills."

Tim groaned, but also smiled, a little wiser, and parked the car on the side of the empty sidewalk, only surrounded by dry grass and a few cows.

"I'd rather know your school bus driver skills, thank you very much. Leave your inner race car driver well hidden for now."

The car came to a stop along with Bernard's laughter. The sun was still dropping along with the heat, they had exited the tunnel of trees, but the forest was already accompanying them on the sides a little further on, so the shadow continued to spread around them. Tim opened the door and unbuckled his seatbelt, making to stand up, when Bernard stopped him, pulling his hand to return him to the seat. Tim watched him curiously, however, allowing himself to be pampered when Bernard stroked his cheek with the cool hand that was previously playing catch in the wind.

"You're wonderful even when you look like you came out of the middle of the apocalypse, you know that?"

Tim snorted. He placed his hand over Bernard's and stroked his knuckles.

"Yeah, right," he said, squinting. "And you when you're trying to look cool."

"Please. I am cool, Timmy. Remember that."

Tim nudged his hand and with a chuckle switched places with Bernard, using the passenger side. Bernard climbed out of the side and into the woods waiting ahead, the sunset slowly disappearing as Tim's breaths became slow and steady beside him, falling asleep. Satisfaction coursed through his body as he realized that Tim trusted him enough to sleep peacefully with him standing guard.

It wouldn't hurt to say that he fell in love just a little bit more.

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⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: Dream SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing: Alexis | Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, Alexis | Quackity, Dream SMP Ensemble (mentioned)

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Karl stands still, blankly staring at the destroyed Egg while the blood vines are withering away as it disintegrates into nothing. He doesn't look anywhere else, afraid that The Egg will come back to life and command those in control to kill the remaining members in the server.

But when he turns around and looks at his fiancés, all he can think about is that everything will be okay now that he's with them.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 3,050

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: post-apocalypse au, post-canon, aged-up characters, tales from the smp references, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: "We'll figure it out." || 100 Ways to say "I Love You" Challenge Prompt#36 • Kisses, Angst, Comfort, Happy Ending || Karlnapitober Day 1, 25, 27 & 30

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A/N: my entry for karlnapitober!!!! it was supposed to be out yesterday but the power went out.... but here's food for c!karlnapity enjoyers. it's a happy ending for them. anyways — likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

Karl stands still, blankly staring at the destroyed Egg while the blood vines are withering away as it disintegrates into nothing. He doesn't look anywhere else, afraid that The Egg will come back to life and command those in control to kill the remaining members in the server.

So.

He doesn't move even though he could hear people crying tears of joy, relieved that it's finally over. That they can finally rest after an apocalypse that lasted for almost three years; of trying to find a way to defeat The Egg; losing their loved ones, either succumbing to The Egg or being murdered by the Eggpire members; hiding inside caves and ravines so those who remain wouldn't get caught; arguments and fighting between the remaining ones; and alliances and friendships being formed, the more they spent time together.

But it's over—

Karl doesn't have to worry about The Egg anymore or having to resort to live underwater because the contamination was too much. The Lost City of Mizu wouldn't happen anymore because The Egg is gone

(But it almost happened a year and a half ago. Ranboo was the one who suggested it and Karl did everything in his power to convince others not to resort to that. Unfortunately, he failed and that's when he had no other choice to but to reveal to them that he's a time traveller and he's seen the future.

Just as he expected then, many were outraged at him, demanding to know why he wasn't able to prevent certain events from happening; one of them being The Egg taking over the entire server.

Karl did his best to explain to all of them how his ability to travel back in time works and, along with Quackity's help, he was able to. There are those who are still upset about it, but Karl silently thanks them for not voicing out their thoughts.)

Dream's location is still unknown. No one knows where he went off to and the last time Karl has seen him was over a year ago, when he was gathering samples of the blood vines to experiment ways to kill it without moving to another place. Dream said nothing to him, but gave him a nod before leaving. No words were spoken between them and that was the last sighting they had of Dream.

But Karl doesn't (tries not to) worry about that. Dream has gone off who knows where, most likely leaving far, far away from this server. Maybe he realizes how far gone this server is — but Karl doesn't know Dream enough to lead to that conclusion.

Even though The Egg is gone and Dream is someone they don't have to worry about anymore—

Why does it still feel like he has more to do?

That this isn't the end, but just the beginning of an even bigger threat that will come to this server (or has it been here since the very beginning?)

His hand twitches, hovering over the golden pocket watch on the side of his pants. He doesn't know what he'll do once he gets a hold of it, but something must be telling him it still isn't over if he's reacting like this, right?

There's still a threat, but he doesn't know who or what the threat is. But he's prepared to go back in time and prevent it from happening even if he is so, so exhausted from defeating The Egg.

A hand rests on his shoulder and Karl turns around like a whiplash. Anyone would've been worried that he might've broken his neck with how fast he turned his head around. Karl prepared himself to be attacked, to be met with blood-red eyes and tell him he failed to save the timeline again and stab him, but—

Karl was not prepared to look at Sapnap's soft, yet worried, gaze. His eyes aren't blood-red anymore, they're back to the dark-colored eyes he recognizes and loves. Karl blinks, almost in disbelief of it. "Sapnap…?" he quietly says, afraid that he is still dreaming and he'll wake up back in the cold, cold ravine.

"You back with us, pretty boy?" Sapnap asks with a smile, somehow looking at Karl softer. Karl's eyes flicker to the figure behind Sapnap and he realizes Quackity is standing behind him, hovering like he doesn't know what to do but also looking at him with worry.

Karl frowns when he notices the bandage wrapped around Quackity's chest, but he doesn't seem to have any major injuries, so Karl tries (and fails) not to worry any further. He looks back at Sapnap, too exhausted after everything yet on edge that something bad might happen.

"Is it over?" Karl asks instead of answering Sapnap's question, looking around for any signs of threats that might require him to go back in time, his hands twitching once again at the golden pocket watch. "Are we — Is The Egg finally dead?"

"It's over," Quackity answered while holding Karl's hands, keeping them away from the golden pocket watch. Karl didn't realize that Quackity and Sapnap moved closer to him, supporting him when he stumbled, the exhaustion suddenly weighing him down.

"It's over…" Karl whispers, too quiet for anyone except the three of them to hear. He smiles wobbly while tears are forming in the corner of his eyes. "It's over…" he repeats, but somewhat louder this time.

At first, he couldn't believe it. Why would he? It's been years since peace happened and he doesn't remember what it feels like to be at peace anymore. He's damaged, with scars all over him. He's not the same person back then when he was still optimistic, yet naïve about his new-gained ability to travel back in time.

But Sapnap nor Quackity doesn't laugh and tell him it's just a joke and something's happening outside. It's really over.

Then–

Karl sobs, hugging two of his fiancés while letting his legs give up as he falls to the ground, dragging his fiancés with him. He cries, a heavy weight lifted off of his shoulders now that he's finally done his job and saved the server from destroying itself. After going through so many timelines, surviving through every moment of disaster that comes, he finally can settle on one timeline instead of being forced to be away from his fiancés and settle in other versions of them.

"This doesn't feel real," he choked out through the laughter bubbling in his throat while he could feel himself being pulled closer to them, the tears being wiped away despite it not stopping. "This–" he looks up and they look at him with worry in their eyes while they're also smiling through tears– "This doesn't feel real."

Sapnap and Quackity look at each other with a frown when they hear Karl's statement before looking back at him. They can understand why, especially Quackity, who stayed by his side while Sapnap was infected. Even he still doesn't believe that it's finally over.

"It's real," Sapnap whispers, being the living proof of it. He's not infected anymore. The vines that are wrapped around his arms and legs are gone. The color of his clothing is also back to normal. "I'm real."

And yet, Karl still looks at Sapnap, not believing those words, and he wants to comfort him about it. So Sapnap caresses Karl's cheeks, frowning slightly when he notices the flinch. He was about to remove his hand off of his cheek but Karl relaxes, removing the tension from his shoulders.

Warm, Karl thought, when Sapnap's hand is on his cheek. Not cold, warm. So very warm yet welcoming. Warm like fire, but it feels like home. He's home.

Sapnap leans closer, tilting his head while closing his eyes as their lips pressed together. Karl closes his eyes, tears slipping down even more while kissing him back. Sapnap's kisses are always gentle whenever he wants to comfort either of his fiancés, always careful not to hurt the two of them. They pull apart, Karl's eyes fluttering open with an even wobblier smile while Sapnap moves, waiting for Quackity's approval before gently kissing him, too, while cupping his cheek. Theirs lasted a few seconds longer before pulling apart.

This, somehow, makes Karl giddy and almost shoves Sapnap out of the way to get his turn, inching closer to Quackity. Quackity laughs, eyes fluttering while he and Karl stare at each other for a good while. Then, Quackity wipes away the tears in the corner of Karl's eyes, not wanting to see him cry even more. They've done this a lot while they were hiding underground from The Egg and yet— Karl still gently cups Quackity's cheek, his thumb caressing the scar because he knows what Quackity thinks about it. He leans down and waits for Quackity's approval before closing his eyes and kissing him.

It's always slow and gentle with the three of them during moments like this, always needing the comfort and reassuring words that come along hugs, kisses, and cuddles until it's enough. But even then, it's never enough for the three of them.

Karl and Quackity pull apart, almost breathless while opening their eyes. Then breaks out into full laughter when Sapnap wrapped his arms around them while whining about missing more kisses. They don't hesitate to give Sapnap what he wants, turning their attention to him and kisses him everywhere; the lips, eyelids, cheek, nose, hand, arms, forehead—everywhere. It makes Sapnap laugh, despite being very flustered with the sudden attention all over him, but he doesn't mind it, also moving to give more kisses to his two fiancés.

Now they're all just holding each other, never letting go while pressing all of their foreheads together as they try to catch their breaths. They're just… content to be all together after years of conflict and being apart from each other. They're all grown up now and changed—but the one thing that stays the same or grew even more was the love that they have for each other. Even when they left to make their own country for the other, miscommunications happening left and right, or secrets that they kept from each other, that never stopped the longing they had for their presence.

Even though the silence is enough for them, Karl is the first one to break it. "I miss you so much, Sap…" he whispers, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "It was so hard—" his voice breaks, squeezing his eyes shut while lowering his head. "I thought we wouldn't be able to find a way to defeat The Egg and you would've been controlled by it forever, along with the others…" that we have no other choice but to kill you and the other infected members….

And it reminded him way too much of what happened at the Masquerade, when The Egg was still young yet glowing vibrantly red. When he saw James's dead body that night, all he felt was dread because he reminded him so, so much of Sapnap; from his laughter to the way he speaks and his body language.

Someone slowly lifts his head up and Karl opens his eyes to see that it was Sapnap who did it, a gaze that's always so soft and loving compared to the blood-red eyes that look wrong. Sapnap moves his hand to Karl's cheek and Karl leans into it, closing his eyes as he exhales softly before opening them once again to look at Sapnap.

"I'm here," Sapnap says while his other hand caresses Quackity's cheek, looking between the two of them. "I'm home." Back to you, he doesn't say, but they already know what he means.

They soften at his words; Karl with his goofy smile while Quackity's cheeks are rose-colored.

"You're being sappy, Sapnap~" Karl giggled, to which Sapnap nervously smiled in response.

"Sapnap, Karlos." They turn to look at Quackity. "Te quiero mucho…" Despite not understanding Spanish, the way Quackity whispers it to them sounds endearing and so in love, showing his vulnerability only to them.

They both smile at Quackity before tackling him, having their own makeshift cuddle pile despite being near withering blood vines. Their arms wrapped around Quackity while peppering his face with kisses, with Quackity trying to move them away while laughing.

"We have to go to the others, mi amor," he laughed, not putting much effort in pushing them off of him.

"We can stay here for a little longer," Karl snuggled closer to Quackity, nuzzling him with a contented smile. The Egg and its withering blood vines are still bothering him, but he can tune it out if his fiancés are there with him. He's exhausted, yet so, so happy that they're here with him.

"No, no, Quackity is right," Sapnap agreed, even though he's still clinging on to him while his eyes are closed. "We need to check if any of us need medical attention."

Karl shakes his head, burying his face in Quackity's chest while clinging to him tighter. "We'll worry about that later…" a yawn escapes his lips, "... let's just stay here for a while. The Egg is dead and we don't have to worry about it attacking us."

"I need to change my bandages, Karl." Quackity ruffles Karl's hair, making Karl lean closer to him. "You need to get up." Then he turns to Sapnap. "You too, cariño."

Sapnap groans but he got off of Quackity and stood up, stomping on the blood vines that were close to them. Then he bends down, wrapping his arms around Karl and lifts him up, much to the annoyance of his fiancé, but Karl didn't fight him when Sapnap got him off of Quackity.

Quackity stands up, getting rid of the dirt on his clothes while Sapnap drops Karl, forcing him to stand up as well. Karl huffs, crossing his arms while looking at Sapnap, slightly irritated that he's off of Quackity.

But that didn't last long, as Karl held no grudges against it, and turned around to look at The Egg once more, making sure that it stayed dead. Quackity and Sapnap grabs Karl's hands and he allows himself to be dragged away from The Egg by his fiancés as he watches it disappear from his field of vision. Then he turns to Sapnap and Quackity, smiling brightly at the two of them; all worry and hopelessness disappearing from the moment he looks at them. He intertwines his hands with theirs, swaying them while walking closer until their shoulders are bumping each other.

"What are doing to do next?" Karl asks once they've stepped out of The Egg room and back to the surface, the relief showing in his face when the blood vines are withering and disappearing. He doesn't remember the last time he's seen the SMP without the vines surrounding the buildings, along with the stench of smell that came out of it.

It's very refreshing to see it going back to before The Egg has taken over. But the buildings are still destroyed, yet somewhat recognizable. It's a mess but this isn't the first time it has happened in the SMP.

Sapnap looks at the SMP, seeing the blood vines gone has been a breath of fresh air. He vaguely remembers what happened during the time of being controlled and he didn't like it one bit. He hurt them.

"We'll figure it out," Quackity answers for the two of them, smiling when he sees Tommy waving at him while his other arm is in a sling. He squeezes Karl's hand in reassurance while Quackity looks at the two of them, trying to remember when was the last time they were all together like this.

Years, his mind supplies and Quackity wants to spend the rest of his time with them to compensate for the years of being apart from each other.

"Like we always do," Sapnap adds with a nod, looking at them just like he did back when they were first engaged with one another; with love and joy that can't seem to fit inside of him.

We'll get through this, Karl thinks while getting closer to the tent, grinning while Karl drags his fiancés over to Ponk, setting them down while she checks if they have any injuries to tend on.

Niki comes over to Karl, handing him baked goods made by hers truly, then moves on to the others to give them baked goods after a long, long day. Karl smiles at her before he takes a bite of the cookie, not realizing how hungry he was. Her cookies were always the best ones.

He takes a seat next to his fiancés, watching them be checked by Ponk while handing them Niki's treats to eat. They thank Karl before they start eating it. Karl has a soft expression while he looks at them before turning to look at the rest of the remaining members, all of them helping each other out.

A part of him wonders if there's going to be a war happening now that The Egg is dead, but another part of him thinks that it may take a year or more before it happens since everyone is still recovering from the years worth of trauma. They're going to need a lot of therapy after this.

Karl takes out his golden pocket watch, listening at it ticks and wonders if the god is going to pull him out of this timeline and tell him that it's is not the right ending for them.

But that never happens, even when he stares at the golden pocket watch. There's no portal appearing out of nowhere to drag him back to XD's World nor is there any sign of it happening.

A tear slips out of his eye, landing on the golden pocket watch while he smiles.

It's over.

They can finally rest easy…

Karl wipes the tear droplet from the golden pocket watch glass with his sleeve, then closes it and hides it back in his pocket.

Foolish comes by and sits next Karl. "You doin' alright?" He asked with a worried expression while wrapping an arm around Karl.

"Yeah." Karl nods and leans on Foolish's shoulder, closing his eyes as he exhales softly with a smile. "I'm doing just fine…"

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