#love drawing them all cozy w each other

[dinoclawsz]

Quick tigerfish between comms

Drawn over this awesome piece by Mac Conner 😄

[motherismotheringggg]

Heheh this is the sub Nicholas anon. And if you can’t or don’t feel comfy no pressure at all. Maybe virgin Nicholas with dom experienced reader giving him a blowjob for the first time. Maybe the reader has the house to themselves and invites him over. And he’s had a crush on them for so long and is so excited… he’s so whiny too 🫣

surrendered

summary: see request above, thank you to this lovely anon who suggested this <3

type: dom fem! reader x sub nicholas chavez

tags/warnings: 18+, dry humping, sex while slightly intoxicated, oral (m! receiving), nipple play (m! receiving)

author’s note: my first request 🤭🤭🤭 i really leaned into the sub! thing which made the reader more dom by comparison so this was SO much fun to write!!!

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Nicholas sat across from you at your dining table, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt both thrilling and a little shy. He tried to play it cool, laughing at your jokes, but you could sense his subtle nervousness. His dark eyes would drift to the side occasionally, or his fingers would tap his glass, and he seemed to hesitate just a fraction of a second whenever you leaned in closer.

This was your fourth date, and you’d decided on a cozy pasta-and-wine night at your place. The warmth of your space—the candlelight, the soft music, the little quirks of your apartment—seemed to relax him, bringing him into your world. After dinner, he offered to do the dishes, and soon after he returned to join you on the couch, where you handed him another drink. He accepted, but barely took a sip, glancing at you as if he was gathering the courage to make a move or perhaps trying to savor the moment in silence.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to him; everything about Nicholas drew you in. His appearance held a fascinating contrast—a rugged confidence softened by boyish charm. His dark eyes were intense yet warm, and they crinkled at the corners when he smiled, hinting at something vulnerable beneath his steady exterior. His strong jawline and light stubble gave him an air of maturity, though his laughter, easy and genuine, brought out a playfulness you loved. His tousled hair fell somewhere between dark brown and nearly black, and every time he ran his fingers through it, it gave him that effortlessly handsome look that was impossible to ignore.

Settling in beside him, you let the conversation flow. The natural ease between you felt grounding as if you’d known each other far longer than a handful of dates. Yet with every inch you shifted closer, Nicholas grew visibly tenser. His fingers traced the rim of his glass, his shoulders squared up as though preparing himself for something, and he seemed to hold his breath when you brushed against him. You could tell he was torn, the mix of nerves and anticipation almost palpable. His gaze met yours fleetingly, only to dart away again, his lips parting as if to say something before pressing them together, unsure.

Smiling, you leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against his neck, feeling the way his breath hitched. Emboldened, you let your fingers rest lightly on his knee, brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He stilled, his gaze shifting back to you, eyes wide and captivated.

"Do I make you nervous, handsome?" you teased, your voice low, just playful enough to draw him out.

Nicholas swallowed, trying to maintain his composure with a smile that didn’t quite hide his vulnerability. "Trying to not be," he murmured, though the faint blush rising on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Trying?” you asked with a laugh, pressing another soft kiss along his neck.

He hesitated, then took a steadying breath, and finally opened up. “I’ve wanted you since our first date,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “On our second date, when you wore that mini skirt, I couldn’t stop thinking about you… but, to be completely honest, I’ve… never been with anyone…sexually.”

You leaned back slightly, surprised but gentle, letting him continue without pressure.

“I thought I’d have more time to prepare,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed. His words began to tumble out a little quicker, the way they did when he was nervous. “There’s this whole idea that guys are supposed to just...know exactly what to do, you know? Like we’re born with some secret guidebook. And it’s not like I haven’t done anything, but I haven’t...gone all the way.” His voice softened, slowing as he looked at you, a vulnerability in his eyes that felt raw and genuine. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You watched him, warmth building in your chest. The trust he placed in you felt like a gift, and you found yourself even more drawn to him. With a soft smile, you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and kissing each one. “You talk so fast” you started lightheartedly, to break the tension in the room. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” you said, your tone gentle but reassuring. “If we want, we all have to have a first time, and it only makes sense that yours is with someone you like.”

His expression softened, a grateful smile crossing his lips as he met your gaze.

“If you’re ready,” you continued, voice soft, “I’d love to be your first, and we can go as slow as you need. No pressure.” You placed another kiss on the back of his hand, feeling his fingers tighten around yours as he let out a long, relieved breath.

“And I can even take the lead,” you added, a playful glint in your eyes. “Forget all that stuff about what guys are ‘supposed’ to know. Trust me, you don’t need it. Besides,” you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper, you flicked your tongue gently against his ear “I was kind of hoping you’d let me control you just a little”.

Nicholas’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and he let out a shaky breath, his eyes widening at your words. “O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with both excitement and nervousness. His fingers flexed against your waist, clinging to you as if you were his anchor, and he gave a slight, pleading whine, biting his lip and inhaling sharply while you continued to work on his neck.

You shifted closer, removing his shirt to reveal his firm strong chest and perfect body. You straddled his lap, your hands settling on his broad shoulders. His hands rose tentatively, resting at your waist as you leaned in, brushing your lips over his. He let out a soft, needy sound, his grip tightening slightly as if afraid to hold you too firmly. His response was hesitant at first, but as you deepened the kiss, he began to melt into it, a whimper escaping him as he pressed closer, almost desperately. His fingers pressed to your sides, in distress to keep you in your place.

You felt him shift, his grip tightening, as if he were gathering the courage to take a bit more control. Sensing it, you pulled back, just enough to keep him wanting, giving him a teasing smile. “Uh uh baby boy,” you murmured, your voice low and playful, “let me handle it.”

His eyes widened, a flash of that earlier nervousness crossing his face, and he let out a soft, almost frustrated whine. His hands loosened slightly, fingers tracing gently over your waist, his need evident in the way he looked up at you. “Sorry… just, you make it hard,” he whispered, his tone half-apologetic, half-pleading.

“I know,” you matched his pouty tone while caressing his face “but you have to wait, I want you to enjoy yourself. He leaned into your hand with heavy breath, you loved the nervous way his chest rose and fell, he was so desperate and needy for something -- anything in this moment. You started running your thumb over his lips a few times, before parting his lips slightly. You didn’t have to direct him before he you in his mouth.

Of course, that’s what you wanted but his willingness even caught you off guard - not that could show it. He looked up at you, wanting approval. You inhaled through your teeth calling him a good boy. His body responded to the praises, you could feel him grow as you sat on top of him, heat radiating from him.

You leaned in, brushing a slow, teasing kiss along his jaw, feeling his breath catch as you murmured against his skin, “Good. Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

The soft sounds he made were adorable—small, breathy gasps between kisses, little murmurs when you traced your fingertips down his neck, skimming the sensitive skin just below his ear. The way he reacted to each touch sent a thrill through you, making you want to draw out every reaction, to push him just a bit further, to watch him come undone.

“Can I get a little rough with you baby,” you asked him. His half-lidded eyes fluttered as his body was still riding out the high of you nibbling on his neck. He nodded, cheeks pink, his hands resting lightly on your waist. “Yes, please,” he breathed, voice soft, the need unmistakable in his tone.

Without a second passing, you wrapped one hand around his neck and used the other to balance yourself on his knee. You started to rock rhythmically on his, making sure you made contact with his hardness. He turned into a mess, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he squirmed under you.

“Keep it together for me baby,” you begged him “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.” You teased, he complied letting out more whimpering moans, he was committed to trying. He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut in a mix of effort and desire, trying desperately to hold himself back. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with restraint as he fought to keep his movements steady, despite the way you rocked against him. Sweat glistened on his skin, his breath ragged and shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though every inch of his body was on the verge of losing control.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained, “Don’t stop Y/N.” His words were laced with a mix of desperation and determination, his brows furrowed as he bit back another whimper.

You felt the struggle in his movements, the way he held himself back, the intensity in his gaze, and you couldn't help but smile at his effort. “I know, baby,” you teased softly, your voice dripping with sweetness. “I’m almost there and then I’ll treat you right.”

His hands flexed on your hips, his grip tightening, and you saw him swallow hard like he was fighting an internal battle. He nodded, still trying to keep his composure, but every little sound that escaped his lips and the way his body trembled under you told a different story. He was close, so close, and you knew the hardest part for him was still to come.

You rode out your climax on him, coming undone right on top of him. You took his hand and put it on your panties, letting him feel the wetness he created. “Thank you for being a good boy for me baby, now it’s your turn.” He crashed into your lips fast and hurriedly, he was so excited and just as grateful, immediately pulling away feeling apologetic.

You gave him a smirk and a gentle face tap as you shifted your position, guiding him back until he lay against the arm of the couch, letting yourself settle between his legs. He watched you, his eyes wide with anticipation as you trailed kisses down his neck, along his collarbone, taking your time, savoring every shiver and quiet gasp he let out.

Your body drifted lower until you were on your knees in front of him and his breathing became shallow, every inch of him sensitive to your touch. He whimpered softly when you paused, looking up at him with a teasing smile. You only had to give him a look to instruct him to take off his shorts, he did it with a starving hunger. He was in briefs, glaring at you in anticipation. You teased him, rubbing on his thighs getting closer and closer to him.

“For this, you just have to promise me that no matter what, you’ll wait to cum until I say you can - okay?” you asked, your voice a soft murmur. His eyes filled with worry, he felt like he could finish just by your touch alone.

“Please,” he whispered, “I…don’t know if I…please” There was a desperation in his voice, a need so pure and open that it made your heart race.

“Shhhh,” you put your hand up to his face to calm him “You’re my good boy right?” He nodded his head. “And you want me to take care of you right?” he nodded his head again, “so you can do this for me right?” he nodded again, still nervous but ready to obey.

You took your time, savoring every second as you let the moment unfold slowly. Each touch was deliberate, designed to heighten his anticipation, to make every sensation feel more intense. You hovered just close enough to him, letting the tension build between you, before your fingers traced down his chest, brushing lightly against his skin. His breath hitched, his body rigid with need, and you couldn't help but smile at how easily he was unraveling.

With careful intent, you reached for the waistband of his boxers, your fingers grazing the fabric, teasing the edges. His hips twitched involuntarily as you slowly, agonizingly, pulled them down. The moment he was freed, he sprang up eagerly, his excitement evident in the way he was already so hard, flushed, and dripping with need.

You kissed his red wet tip a few times before taking him into your mouth. A few quick motions on the length of his shaft and he was so beautifully responsive —soft, needy whines escaping his lips, his hands flexing as though he didn’t know where to put them, eventually settling on your shoulders, his fingers gripping you tightly. The way he squirmed, the way his body responded to every touch, every brush of your lips—it was intoxicating, sending a thrill through you like nothing else.

You reveled in the control, savoring the power that came with every move you made. It wasn’t just the way he responded—it was the way his restraint faltered with each touch, every soft press of your lips, every calculated caress. You could feel the tension in his body, muscles taut under your hands, but you remained in charge, guiding him through the moments.

As much as he surrendered to the pleasure, it was something deeper for you. The way his body responded, how he trusted you with his vulnerability—it drove you wild. Each shift in your rhythm, each soft command, had him trembling with need, and you knew you were the key to unlocking every part of him. The power you held over him stirred something inside you, a satisfaction far greater than his pleasure, and it made every moment even more intoxicating.

You were still working on him, giving him praises when you could; “you’re such a good boy”, “you feel so good in my mouth”, “you’re so fucking hot when you moan like that”. Each compliment made him come closer and closer to unraveling. He writhed in pain trying to contain himself.

He responded, “I’m a good boy…I’m your good boy”, he thrusted a few times in your mouth, getting ahead of himself, but you knew what he wanted. You anchored him down on the couch, pressing your hands on his thighs taking him far into your mouth. He whined your name out, truly frazzled. His hair was a mess, he was drenched in sweat, and his lips were swollen from trying to contain his whimpers and moans - you knew he was very close.

“Y/N” he could barely get out between gasps, “I’m sorry but I’m close…so close”, he was pleading with you, “can I please cum…please”.

You kept a steady motion on him, taking his full shaft and using your hands to stroke him too. You acted like you didn’t hear him but he whined out your name again “Y/N please!”

You stopped for a split second to lick from base to the tip, only stopping to ask him “Do you think you deserve to cum baby?”

He threw his head back, his chest rising and falling with each strained breath, unable to form words—only a whiny sound slipping from his throat, thick with need. His body arched toward you, desperate for more. You kept him on edge, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard, quick beat of his heart beneath your touch. Your fingers teased over his pecs, then down to his nipples, pinching them sharply as you maintained a fast, steady rhythm with your mouth, drawing every shudder from him.

He gasped, his body trembling, his grip tightening as he fought to hold back. You could feel him unraveling, inch by inch, his desperate whimpers only fueling your control. Every movement, every touch, was a reminder of just how much you had him—completely in your grasp.

His mouth was stuck open, his eyes were shut tight, and he was seconds from it, he just waited on your command and you gave it, “cum for me beautiful boy” you said quickly going back to your motion. It took him no time to meet your request, shooting a full warm load into your mouth.

He let out moans and groans as he came down, you gave him a few last-minute licks around his tip just to make him squirm. He laughed and writhed in pain, leaning down to kiss you, “You’re amazing” he got out between exhausted breaths.

By the end of it, after you got him a towel to clean himself off and he changed into the clothes he brought for the night he lay sprawled against the couch, you nestled into his side and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice soft, a hint of awe in his tone. He seemed almost at a loss for words, still caught in the afterglow, a mixture of relief and wonder shining in his eyes.

You smiled, brushing a gentle kiss along his jaw. “Anytime,” you whispered back, already looking forward to the next chance you’d have to show him exactly how incredible a first time could be.

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — ep. our forever <3

warnings , none!

word count , 761 (0.7k) words

last chapter 😢 HOW DO U GUYS FEEL!!!!

years later — you two have achieved your dreams of being a family

life has unfolded in ways you and the love of your life once dreamed about on quiet nights together,

you were getting cozy in the living room along with taesan’s son, han taejun. the walls are adorned with framed photos of your journey together—your wedding day, travels around the world, and candid shots of your growing family.

leehan’s voice rings out from the kitchen, where he’s holding your daughter, kim yeonseo, the cutest toddler with the silliest and most playful personality ever (stolen from your husband). his free hand is stirring a pot on the stove, multitasking with ease.

“can someone help me before this one decides to jump into the pot?” he calls out playfully, making yeonseo giggle out loud

you laugh from the couch, where taejun is showing you a drawing of a car—a clear sign to his dad’s lifelong obsession

“coming, honey” taesan replies in the same tone, “hi my little yeonseooo” he coos

leehan smirks, leaning down to kiss your daughter’s cheek, “go to uncle taesan, seo”

“don’t wannaaaaa,” she exclaims, barely coherent

he chuckles at the sight of the cutie pouting, her little arms outstretched as she refuses to go to taesan,

“such a drama queen,” he teases, raising an eyebrow at her, “come on, go to uncle. gonna make you something yummy, i promise!!”

“nooo,” she repeats, her voice thick with the stubbornness only a toddler could muster. she clings to her dad’s neck even tighter.

taesan, trying to hide his smile, gets closer and holds his arms out, “let’s go baby!! wanna play w taejun in the living room?”

yeonseo stares at him with a skeptical look, clearly weighing her options. after a moment, she slowly reaches for him, though she continues to shoot a questioning glance at leehan,

he smirks, shaking his head, “i swear, you’re harder to convince than mommy is,” he finally hands her over to uncle, who grinning widely.

her tiny hands still gripping his shirt as she looks up at him with wide eyes, “see? junnie’s waiting for you!”

“wanna play in the living room?” taesan asks her, her eyes suddenly brightening up the whole room,

“wanna play!” she exclaims, a slight giggle escaping her lips. she wiggles in his arms, eager to go,

leehan laughs softly, “that’s my cutie, go play with mommy and taejun-ah!”

leehan watches them leave, his heart swelling as he listens to yeonseo’s excited babble and taesan’s teasing in the distance. he shakes his head, smiling fondly at the chaos that’s become his everyday life

after dinner — in the backyard

after dinner, the four of you head to the backyard. it’s quiet except for the soft chirping of crickets and the giggles from the kids as they chase each other around. the adults huddle around the small pond leehan insisted on building—brimming with colorful fish—reminiscing about their teenage lives.

as the kids settle down with taesan, all three watching the fish with wide eyes, you and leehan sit on the porch swing, your hands instinctively finding each other

“can you believe this is our life?” you ask, leaning your head against his shoulder

he smiles, his gaze soft as he watches the kids, “i always believed. even when you left me,” he teases, “ i just knew this was where we’d end up”

you glance at him, proud of how far you’ve both come. leehan pursued his dreams with his band and owns a small aquarium, a passion project he built from scratch. you’ve achieved yours too, balancing a successful career with the family you’ve always wanted.

taejun runs up, holding out a drawing of a two big fish and three smaller ones. “look, auntie! daddy this is us!”

you chuckle, “well, your dad is definitely one of the smaller ones”

“i heard that!!” taesan shouts from the bench near the pond, making pictures with the children

“i’m jokiiinngggg…” you cross your fingers

“whatever, you’re just jealous they love me more”

you and leehan giggle at his lies (well.. maybe not..)

as the stars begin to twinkle above, the five of you sit together by the pond, laughter filling the air. it’s a life built on love, second chances, and the kind of partnership that only grows stronger with time.

and as leehan wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, you realize this is what you’ve always been waiting for—a love that lasted, a love that grew, a love that became your forever.

uncle taesan too, i guess! hehe

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[dogbunni]

listen im a rabid nensai truther and an avid kubosai enjoyer so it is now time for me to spread to u all the truth as it has been revealed to me: saiki has two hands and deserves two (2) extremely buff and overprotective dumbass boyfriends. nendo and kuboyasu would fill 2 very different emotional needs for saiki I think. the both of them in tandem would be good for him. they shake hands and call each other boyfriends in law.

saiki goes on motorcycle rides w kuboyasu holding on extra tight head pressed against his back and kuboyasu always takes the time to see that saiki's helmet is secured properly and that he's zipped into his leathers (that kuboyasu bought for him) to make sure he is safe and protected, and saiki keeps his arms wrapped around him, ready to use his own body to keep kuboyasu safe if anything were to happen (neither of them are guys who need protecting. they protect each other with everything they have.) they play video games together, mortal kombat maybe and saiki loses on purpose and says dead pan, "oh no, I lost. I think we should kiss about it" Kuboyasu is committed and devoted and will tell anyone who'll listen just who his man is and why he loves him.

nendo takes saiki to pet shops to look at the rodents. he likes when saiki "makes up little voices" for the rats and narrates their thoughts. saiki has genuine fun being able to share the telenovela level drama that unfolds within these rodent cages. nendo politely pretends that he doesn't know about saiki's powers, and praises his storytelling. they get coffee jelly and nendo never eats his, he natters away about unimportant things while saiki inhales his coffee jelly and then slides his own across. they get ramen and nendo has saiki try a bite of his food every time, even though he always orders the same thing. they go to see reruns of old classics at the cinema, and sit at the back so nendo can misquote every line. (Luke, I am your mother) nendo is ridiculously tactile and always has a hand around saiki's waist, over his shoulders, in his hair. he dabs food from the corner of saiki's mouth gently with his thumb, takes one of saiki's hands in both of his own and draws lazy circles in his palm and absent mindedly massages the joints, he turns saiki's head from side to side gently by the chin just to get a better look at him-because he could look at saiki all day and never get bored.

They lay on the floor of someone's bedroom together all three of them, a saiki sandwich, saiki wears his ring and feels small and tucked away, like his powers can't reach him, and someone nuzzles into the back of his neck, and he is so cozy and cared for and loved.

saiki has two hands <3

[cowpokelover]

Request prompts/ideas

These are for any X-Men requests you send in. Feel free to request something not on this list with any of my characters on my master list

Didn't realize my Anon requests where off they are no on!

Find my rules here

smut

Fuck or die

"Getting too old for this"

Hate sex

Public sex

Gentle dom

Loving making

Bondage

"Practice"

Just the tip

Drunk

Accidentally getting overstimulated

Cock warming

Aphrodisiac

Safe word

Pushing the limits

Size difference

Threesome

Missionary

Creampie

Breeding

Logan being feral yeah he gets his own fucking prompt

Brat tamer

Breaking the bed

Begging

Making reader beg

Magic restraints

Riding

Car sex

Car blowjob

Wearing Nothing but Jewelry

Comfort sex

Free use

Virgin

Dry humping

Edging

Fakeout Makeout (faking making out becomes a real Makeout)

Faking sex

First Time - Character discovers they can squirt

First blowjob

Handjob under the table

Having to Stay Quiet

In the Shower/bath

Leg humping

Pantie thief

Filming

Dubcon/noncon

Baby trapping

Blackmail

Predator/prey

Enemies - one-sided love

Innocent reader

Corruption

forced drinking

losing a bet

Ex sex

power play (teacher/student, Boss/employee,ect)

Fluff

1. Slow dancing in the kitchen late at night.

2. Sharing an umbrella in the rain.

3. Watching the sunrise together on a rooftop.

4. A surprise candlelit dinner at home.

5. Building a blanket fort and cuddling inside.

6. Writing love notes to each other and hiding them in unexpected places.

7. Stargazing while sharing a single blanket.

8. Baking cookies together and playfully smudging flour on each other’s faces.

9. A spontaneous road trip to nowhere in particular.

10. Sharing earbuds and listening to their favorite songs.

11. Reading a book together, curled up on the couch.

12. Dancing in the living room to an old record.

13. Watching a thunderstorm from the porch, wrapped in a shared blanket.

14. Picking wildflowers for each other during a hike.

15. Decorating a Christmas tree together, laughing over old ornaments.

16. A surprise picnic under a shady tree.

17. Whispering secrets and dreams while lying under the stars.

18. Holding hands during a long walk on the beach.

19. Falling asleep together during a cozy movie night.

20. A stolen kiss under a streetlamp at night.

21. Cooking a meal together, laughing at small mishaps.

22. Sharing hot cocoa and marshmallows on a snowy day.

23. Building sandcastles and writing their names in the sand.

24. Watching fireflies and sharing quiet smiles.

25. Leaving sweet sticky notes in random places for each other to find.

26. Taking turns trying to learn a dance together.

27. Wrapping up in matching scarves on a chilly winter walk.

28. A surprise love letter delivered on an ordinary day.

29. Falling asleep on each other’s shoulders during a train ride.

30. Catching the first snowfall together and twirling in it.

31. Sneaking into a flower field for a romantic afternoon.

32. Painting something small for each other as a keepsake.

33. Singing karaoke at home and laughing over missed notes.

34. A surprise visit to their favorite spot in the city.

35. Sharing a milkshake with two straws.

36. Watching old romantic movies and quoting cheesy lines to each other.

37. Holding hands while ice skating for the first time.

38. Building a snowman together and naming it something silly.

39. Visiting a farmer’s market and picking out fruit for a shared meal.

40. Writing little “open when” letters for each other.

41. Getting lost in a new city and discovering a hidden café.

42. A playful pillow fight that ends in giggles and kisses.

43. Not realizing your holding hands.

44. Turning off all the lights and lighting candles for a cozy evening.

45. Sitting by the fireplace and talking about the future.

46. Sharing a pair of mittens on a cold winter’s day.

47. Playfully arguing over which pizza toppings to choose.

48. Drawing or doodling little pictures of each other.

49. A surprise breakfast in bed with all their favorite things.

50. Swinging together at an empty playground at night.

Angst

1. Watching their lover walk away, knowing they can’t ask them to stay.

2. Whispering “I love you” when they think the other person is asleep.

3. Dancing together in the rain, even though they know it might be their last moment together.

4. One of them holding back tears as the other forces a smile and says, “I’m fine.”

5. Writing letters they’ll never send, pouring out all the words they’re too scared to say.

6. Meeting again after years apart, pretending to be strangers while their hearts ache.

7. Kissing them goodbye, knowing it might be forever.

8. “I can’t lose you,”

9. A fight in the middle of the night, followed by silence and regret-filled stares.

10. Watching their lover with someone else, wishing they could turn back time. Not realizing they aren't actually dating said person

11. Holding their hand as they whisper, “Promise me you’ll be happy… even without me.”

12. A shared secret tearing them apart because they can never tell the world.

13. A fleeting touch in a crowded room, both pretending it meant nothing.

14. they accidentally hurt you.

15. An “I love you” met with a heartbroken “You shouldn’t.”

16. Discovering an old photo that brings back memories of when they were happy/alive

17. “Why didn’t you fight for me?”

18. The quiet moments after an argument, when neither knows how to break the silence.

19. A love confession interrupted by news that changes everything.

20. Realizing too late that they’ve been pushing the other person away.

21. Seeing a goodbye note left on the kitchen counter.

22. Holding onto each other in a storm, even though they know it won’t fix anything.

23. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t leave.”

24. A phone call from the hospital.

25. Watching their lover fall asleep, knowing they’ll be gone in the morning.

26. Finding their old sweater and being hit with a wave of longing.

27. A confrontation that ends with the words, “We can’t keep doing this.”

28. Sitting across from each other after a bad argument.

29. “I loved you then, and I love you now. But I can’t do this anymore.”

30. One of them staying awake all night, replaying the argument in their head.

31. Catching their lover looking at them with an expression they can’t decipher.

32. Standing in the rain, watching their car drive away for the last time.

33. “I miss you.” “You don’t mean that.”

34. A moment of vulnerability when one of them admits they’re still in love.

35. Seeing their lover’s name pop up on their phone after months of silence.

36. Watching the sunrise together, knowing it might be the last time.

37. “We’re not good for each other, but I don’t know how to let you go.”

38. A desperate hug before they part ways, both wishing it didn’t have to end.

39. “I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

40. Walking past the place they first met, now a bittersweet memory.

41. A letter arrives with no return address, but they know exactly who it’s from.

42. One of them avoiding the other’s gaze because they can’t hide the pain anymore.

43. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make it harder for me to leave.”

44. Running into each other on the street and pretending everything’s fine.

45. An almost-kiss interrupted by the weight of everything unsaid.

46. Watching them laugh with someone else, knowing they’ll never laugh with you like that again.

47. “I wish things were different.” “So do I.”

48. A final goodbye whispered through tears.

49. Waking up from a dream about them and realizing they’re not there.

50. “You said you’d never leave, and now you’re gone.”

[riordanness]

delicate - [l.valdez]

1.6K wordcount

warnings: mentions of nightmares,, super old writing so proceed with cringe warning

requested: no

a/n: i wrote this in quarantine, early 2021. i lowkey predicted the future w this fic bc i was obsessed w the colour maroon at the time and made y/n wear a maroon coloured taylor swift shirt… never guessing that she would release a song called maroon?? so yeah, fun fact <3

I sat bolt upright in bed, my head pounding. It took me what seemed like forever to calm down, even thought it was likely to have only been a handful of moments. I forced myself to steady my breath, and realise I was safe. My hands were tightly clutched around my sheets, and that helped to ground my thoughts a little.

I looked around my familiar cabin and took a deep breath. My fairy lights shined softly on the walls, making me feel cozy and warm. I had specifically requested fairy lights. They'd always been so reassuring and calming to me, what for I had no clue. But Leo had been all to ready to equip me with fairy lights in my cabin, so I was glad I had asked him for them. They always helped with the nightmares.

I carefully slipped out from under the covers and put on my sneakers. I fumbled through my chest drawer and pulled out a black zip-up jacket I had stolen from Leo, and yanked that on too. I had black leggings and a maroon Taylor Swift T-shirt on, so I felt warm enough to go outside, where the freezing Greek air would surely be uncomfortable.

I needed to clear my head, and get some fresh air, and talk to someone. All that would happen on deck, where there was bound to be at least one crew member on duty. Besides, Leo never went to bed, it seemed. He would most certainly be up there, and I needed to see my best friend right now.

I tiptoed past the other demigods' cabin doors, trying not to wake anyone up. I had no wish to anger anybody who slept with a sword constantly by their side.

I crept upstairs and came out onto the deck, the moon covering the world with a ghostly layer of magical light. I loved the moon. If Artemis, the moon goddess, wasn't a maiden goddess and actually had demigod kids, I'd've given anything to be her daughter. She was definitely one of the best Greek goddesses.

As I'd suspected, Leo was still awake, even though it was probably at least three in the morning by now. He stood with his back to me, tinkering with something on the ships' control board. I stood there for a few seconds, biting my lip and staring at his figure in the dim light, debating whether to bother him or not. In the end, I decided to walk over.

"Hey," I said quietly over Leo's shoulder.

He flinched, looking up at me with startled dark eyes. "Jeez, carinó, don't scare a man like that!”

My eyes widened in sudden alarm. "I'm sorry!"

Leo managed to crack a smile for me. "No, it's fine. Hey."

He turned back to the controls. "I'm just turning off the sonar and switching to radar. We're going airborne soon. Percy's gone downstairs, and it's Jason's turn to watch."

I nodded. "Okay." I knew what he was doing. I didn't dare one but for that kind of information, it was useless to me and I usually forgot it in about four seconds. Leo did it because he knew I adored listening to his voice. His accent was so calming to me, just like fairy lights and Taylor Swift songs were.

I loved him so much for doing that for me. I was so lucky to have this boy in my life.

There was silence for a few minutes. That was the way it usually was with Leo and I. We were comfortable with whatever. If we wanted to talk, we did talk, about everything and anything. But if one of us felt like being quiet, that worked too. It was just nice to be with each other, together.

We didn't have to be talking to enjoy each other's company, and I loved that about him too.

"I had a nightmare..." I said at last, drawing out the words, as if me saying them slower would make it harder for Leo to understand them.

Leo's eyes immediately snapped to meet mine. "You did?" His voice flooded with concern. "Are you okay? Was it that same one, or different? Was it a vision, or —?"

I laughed lightly. "Calm down... I..." My smile dropped as I reflected on my nightmare. "It was..."

I shuddered. "Um, it was bad. I just... I just wanted to be around someone. I didn't want to be alone in my cabin."

Leo nodded. He reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. His touch sent a tingle up my spine. Leo didn't really do touching; I think he was wary around it with his fire powers, so it was nice, but a little strange, to hold his hand.

"Come on," Leo said. "I'm done here. Festus will guard until Jason gets his lazy butt out of bed. I want to show you something."

I managed a smile. "Okay, Repair Boy."

"Hey, don't call me that!"

"Why not?" I reasoned. "You call me carinó, and I don't even know what that means."

Leo's eyes glittered with mirth, as if he was sharing an inside joke with himself. "Well... fine then."

He led me by the hand downstairs. We passed a bleary-eyed Jason on the steps, who nodded mutely at us and kept going. Hopefully he wakes up enough to fight off any monsters who decides our ship looked tasty.

Leo led me past the cabin doors, careful to walk quietly. When he started down the second level of steps, I raised my eyebrows.

"I've never been down here," I whispered.

"I know," he whispered back. A nervous, but excited shiver ran down my back.

Leo pushed open the first door on the left. Inside, an intricate engine (at least I think it was an engine) took up most of the room. Pipes and cords ran absolutely everywhere, winding around and around each other.

Random work tools rolled along the floor every time the ship listed sideways, spanners and hammers and screws going everywhere. The engine hummed softly, filling the air with a pleasant kind of feeling. I instantly understood why Leo liked this place. I know he often spent a lot of time in here, and I could now see why. It was exactly his sort of room.

"Wow, Leo," I said. "You built all this? You're amazing."

Leo blushed. "Thanks, carinó."

I glanced at him with a smile, and he looked confused. "What?"

"Nothing," I said slowly. "I'm just really glad you're my best friend." I gave his hand a squeeze.

Leo looked away. "Uh, great, well..."

"You wanted to show me something?" I prompted.

"Oh yeah!" He pulled me along as he walked to a cabinet against one wall. He opened one of the drawers, dug through it, closes it, opened another one, and smiled triumphantly.

"Close your eyes, carinó," he told me.

I did so immediately. After all, I trusted Leo completely. Okay, maybe not with shaving foam or my wallet, but for anything else? Of course.

Leo suddenly laced his fingers through mine. "Open them," he said, his voice low and kinda gravelly.

I slowly opened my eyes. Leo held out his palm.

On it, a beautiful necklace lay. A beautiful, incredibly intricate flower was made out of see-through gold, hung on a thin gold chain.

I gasped softly. "Oh, Leo..." I didn't know what to say. "It's... it's beautiful. Oh, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"It's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Leo muttered. "I mean, uh, thanks. I made it for you."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "It's amazing. You're amazing. Thank you."

Leo pulled away, laughing a little. "Okay, okay. Here. Want me to put it on for you?"

I nodded. He carefully stepped behind me and fastened the clasp around my neck. The necklace laid on my chest, and I gazed at it for a moment, before smiling up at Leo.

"Thank you so much, Leo," I said. "It's the best thing I've ever received in my life."

"Really?" Leo seemed surprised. "Well, let's see how many times I can break that record."

Before I knew what was happening, Leo stepped forward, cupped his hand around my cheek and gently pressed his mouth to mine. He only kissed me for a second, moved backwards, red as a beet, and opened his mouth, stammering, "Oh, I just... did that. I— I'm sorry —"

I smiled dryly. "Don't you dare be sorry." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him again, longer this time.

I felt like I was on fire. I wasn't, and neither was Leo (thankfully), but my entire body was hot all over. I don't know how long we would've stayed there, but someone decided enough was enough.

"Hey, Leo, are you — holy Hera!" Jason stumbled into the doorframe. "Uh..."

Leo and I broke apart. His face was a red as mine felt. "Oh! Hi Jason." Leo grinned. "What's up?"

Jason pursed his lips. "I... uh, I forgot. What the Hades are you two doing?"

"Making out," Leo replied.

"Leo!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn’t put it that way! That’s so… crude sounding.”

"Oh. Okay. We weren’t doing that then," Leo agreed. "What's wrong, J-man?"

Jason looked confused. "Um, well... we're nearly to Athens. None of us can work out your controls, Leo, so you need to come and uh, work your magic."

Leo nodded. "We'll be right there."

Jason disappeared up the hall. Leo and I glanced at each other.

"So?" Leo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So... what?" I asked back.

"Did I break my record?" He grinned cheekily. "Of the best things you've ever received?"

I blushed. "I guess so. Yeah. Yeah you did, Repair Boy."

"Good," Leo said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me towards the deck. "Now, let's go save the world, together."

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

I want Jessie's Girl

Panda’s Notes: I will probably never stop writing these guys. >w< I hope you all like it. Also, Pop Quiz! Between Miles and Gwen, which one is "Jessie", and which one's "the girl"? I'll give you a hint: You're wrong. Thanx to @rosileeduckie for beta reading, as usual. >w<

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Miles and Gwen were so cute. The way they thought so alike and acted so in sync on missions and in combat, only to go back home and stumble all over themselves trying to hold one conversation with each other. They steal chips off each other’s plates and give chaste little kisses like they’re doing something scandalous. Or scared of each other, somehow. Even when they held hands, they acted giddy. Miles tried so hard to hide the goofy grin that lit his face up when she cuddled against him, and Gwen could never tear her eyes away from him, no matter what he was doing.

The puppy love was saccharine and cozy. It stuck to the walls and made the room feel warm.

And it was also making Hobie fucking sick.

He bit his tongue and winced. He felt a little bad for even thinking it.

It was criminal, though, wasn’t it? Being cute and coy all the time; hanging out in his dimension all the time instead of either of theirs. And gods, it really was like they were here all the time. Definitely more often than before. When he looked at them, they were always worlds away, sparing him the slightest glances before falling to whispers and returning to their skittish patterns.

Hobie grit his teeth and gave an exaggerated sigh, leaning on the neck of his guitar. “Oi, I can play some music if you two are gonna dance around each other all feckin’ night.”

Miles cringed with a shy chuckle, and Gwen glared at him with the least intimidating blush on her cheeks. It was more of a pout than a glare, and Miles sneakily poked her cheek, giving a spooked sort of giggle when she turned to him instead. Gross.

Hobie glanced between them patiently. His eyes rolling halfway off his head was patience, trust.

“Right.” He clapped sharply, drawing their attention as he stood up. “I think I see what the problem is here.” He sauntered around the coffee table, and only Gwen knew to be wary of his approach. “You lot are all nervous because you don’t actually know each other that well, yeah?”

“We know each other…” Miles scoffed, crossing his arms. “At least, it’s been easier getting to know each other since, well, everything.”

Hobie stuck his tongue out, waving his hand a bit dismissively. “Don’t go flatterin’ yourself, Brooklyn. Unlike some folks, I’ve spent more than a couple of days with Gwendy, here, and she could hardly say two words about ya besides how cool you were and how brave and—” Halfway through his speech, Gwen had hopped to her feet and flailed at him indignantly, and he laughed lightly as he blocked her attempts to punch him or shove his face. “And, yet, somehow, the entire time, she was all doe-eyes smitten despite knowing, like, three whole stories from you.”

Gwen gave up her efforts with an exasperated whine, pulling the hood on her sweatshirt—It was actually one of Hobie’s old jumpers, he corrected himself—over her head to hide her blushing face as she fell back onto the couch. Miles was just staring at her, that same adorable grin stuck turning his face into the brightest light in the room.

“I’ll be honest with you, mate: I had thought she was out of her mind being so hooked on someone she barely knows.” He couldn’t help smirking when Miles averted his gaze, and he crossed his arms smugly. “I admit, though: If it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you. You meet the hype, so to speak.”

Miles looked proud of himself, though he tried poorly to hide it. Hobie could just barely spot the little grin on Gwen’s lips behind her hood and hands.

“Still, there’s the matter of not knowing much.” Hobie clapped his hands again before cracking his knuckles. “Gwendy passed on some cute little anecdotes about a ‘family cookout incident’. Told me the one about you trying to prank your parents…” He walked around to the back of the couch, leaning on it and resting his chin on his arms. “But, tell me, bruv, what has she told you about herself?”

Miles somehow grew even brighter. “Oh, man, when she first came to my dimension, she told me about some of her first fights; it was pretty cool.”

Hobie leveled a smug look at Gwen, moving one hand to ruffle her hair under the hood. “Nah, Miles, not shit about Spider-Woman. Stuff about Gwen.”

Miles hesitated a little, his eyes darting to Gwen. Hobie pretended not to notice. Gwen just rolled her eyes and nodded subtly. Hobie pretended not to notice that too.

“Well~ I do happen to know she has pretty good taste in Puerto Rican food.” He smiled slightly as Gwen giggled. “She’s really weak to anti-humor, and her slack subject is English, apparently. And, uh…” He withered under the unamused look on Hobie’s face.

“Damn, she was right; you are fuckin’ dorky, mate.” Hobie sneered as Miles gasped in mostly fake offense.

“You called me a dork?!” He asked Gwen in disbelief, and she snickered a bit shyly.

“You’re my dork, though!” She insisted, only to still get a pillow bounced off of her head.

Hobie caught it without really looking; his eyes were rolling too hard to look at anything. These two were going to make his teeth fall out. He casually whacked Miles with the pillow before sighing loudly.

“Guess I have to do everything around here, as usual.” He huffed a bit playfully, pushing himself up and walking back to the chair in the corner. “I can tell ya a thing or two about her, if you want to listen.”

Miles couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up, even if he kept the rest of his face cool and collected. Gwen glared at Hobie warily, but she crossed her arms and didn’t move to stop him.

Pretty rookie mistake for someone who was Hobie’s roommate for so long. He couldn’t even try to keep the sneer off his face.

“February. Dye Job.” He said shortly, just to see if she’d react.

“Oh, my god.” Gwen groaned, hands flying up to cover her face as she let out a laugh. “Seriously, Hobie?”

“First time she wanted to dye her hair—in my bathroom, by the by, in case you care—she didn’t think to tell me, or anyone, really. Just got a bottle from one of the li’l underground markets. No box, funny enough, so no instructions. ‘m sure she just told them she’d ‘figure it out’ and handed off the five quid.”

“I paid you back for it!”

“Oh, you paid back plenty beside the money, love. The look on your face—” Hobie laughed, waving one hand. “Miles, when I came home, I’d thought someone had offed the poor thing. Red stains, tracked across the floor. Handprints on counters and both of the sinks. Nothing if not thorough, this one—”

“I said I was sorry!”

“—I found her with the worst, patched-up job I’d seen in a while. Looked like she’d been beaten over the head, I swear. I had to talk her into the powder pink, just so I wouldn’t get any more heart attacks if she messed it up again.”

He grinned as he leaned on one hand. Miles’ eyes were on him with absolutely rapt attention while one hand rubbed reassuringly along Gwen’s back. She was hiding in her hood again, curled up on the couch with her head resting against Miles’ leg. She was so cute, and he really was so kind.

“Actually, I still have the pictures.” Hobie remembered, tearing his eyes away from the pair of them and pushing himself up.

Gwen sprang up so fast, it triggered Hobie’s Spider-Sense. “You do not have that fucking picture.”

Hobie snickered a bit deviously, reaching up to the top of a shelf and pulling a binder from behind a heavy-duty band. “All Spiders have a thing for photos, love. And I always keep a little dirt in my pocket.”

“I told you to burn those!” Miles started to stand as Gwen lunged, apparently unsure if he should stop her or not.

“Yeah, and I didn’t.” Again, while hardly looking, Hobie held the photo album up over his head as he tried to hold Gwen at arm’s length with his free hand. “C’mon, now, I won’t even show him the one where you cried about it!”

“Why do you have a picture of me crying?!” She got ahold of his sleeve before lunging to grab his vest and try to reach his outstretched arm.

“It was, like, two seconds before you started laughing!” Hobie argued, starting to laugh a bit himself. “And you were cu—Oi, quit that!” His voice started to break into giggles when Gwen switched tactics to tickling up his side just under his vest, and his arm started to come down as he tried to shove her back. In a quick—almost reckless—motion, he gave the binder a very slight toss, using a shot of web fluid to stick it to the ceiling before scooping Gwen up into his arms. She squealed brightly and tried to flail, reaching out to Miles before Hobie hooked his arm across her ribs.

“Aw, Gwendy, thank you for reminding me!” Hobie laughed, waving Miles a bit closer with his free hand. “Miles, my guy, did she tell you that she’s…ticklish?”

“I didn’t tell him that because it’s not true!” She tried to insist, trying to squirm out of his hold much more now that the apparent plan was revealed.

Miles’ grin turned a bit more mischievous as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets. “She actually did not tell me that. Wonder why~”

“Why, indeed, lovely?” Hobie teased, letting his free fingers wiggle where he knew she could see. “Could it be that she wants to hide how much of a squeaky mess she is when she laughs?”

“Fuck you…” She whined through stifled giggles, shrinking away from his fingers as best she could. Which is to say, not at all.

“Little rude for someone who’s totally not ticklish, eh?” He let his fingers sneak slowly under her chin to scribble his nails gingerly along her neck, and he sneered a bit as she tried and failed to contain the much stronger giggles. “Little rude considering I know all your favorite little spots.”

“Oh, do you?” Miles snickered softly, nudging Hobie with his elbow as Gwen kicked halfheartedly.

“I do, yeah. Matches up with a few a’ yours, actually.” He taunted, his hand moving quickly to Miles’ neck and skittering up behind his ear. He smiled as Miles flailed away from him with a squeak, readjusting his hold on Gwen. “And as for you, Ghost, you wanna tell him the truth? Or do you want me to show him?”

Gwen was still barely keeping it together; she pulled her hood to hide her face, but she’d all but ceased any real struggle. “I-I’m not telling—Hobie!”

He hadn’t let her finish that one, curling his hand into a claw and digging into her stomach. The squeal he managed to rip out of her was phenomenal, and her head tipped back onto his shoulder as she laughed loudly. She kicked with a renewed effort, her hands grabbing at the arm restraining her instead of the one attacking. Hobie held her tighter, closer, and he smirked playfully as each skitter, pinch, and squeeze of his fingers tuned the notes in her laughter.

The only issue—if one could really call it that—was when he turned his head.

The look on Miles’ face was pure, soft adoration for poor Gwen; the way one looks at a little kitten curling up in their arms. When his eyes fell on Hobie, they changed; apparently, in bringing light to this barely hidden little secret, Hobie had hung the moon and stars by hand all on his own. It felt like an adrenaline shot to the heart, maybe an electric shock.

Hopefully, he was just imagining things.

…Miles does have beautiful eyes though.

“Oi, Miles, c’mere.” He beckoned just a bit teasingly, much to Gwen’s squeaky protests when Miles reached to goose her hips. “There’s just one more little thing I’ve got to let you in on, Peter Pan.” Hobie practically purred, and Miles flinched a little as he effortlessly blocked the elbow Gwen swung at his head. “And that right there is why I’m not gonna regret it, too.”

“Hobie, please!” She laughed, wiping her cheek with her sleeve and kicking lightly at Miles when he poked her again. Even when they weren’t tickling her, she couldn’t come down; she held the back of her hand to her mouth, but the giggles refused to stop.

Hobie chuckled, finally letting her feet touch the floor, and in an obviously practiced maneuver, both of his hands were suddenly on her stomach, one of them quickly finding her bellybutton while other mostly kept her balanced.

Not that it really helped. She shrieked, bubbly giggles turning into cacophonous cackles as her knees buckled almost instantly.

“Hobie!” Miles fake-scolded with a laugh, catching Gwen easily and guiding her as she let herself “fall” to the floor. “You’re just being mean now.”

“I mean, a little.” He admitted as he knelt closer to keep contact, scribbling his fingers much more purposefully while Gwen squealed and hid her face. “But I think I’ve almost…got it!” The pause had come from him sneakily raising his hands just enough to claw them suddenly into her lower stomach again. And finally, he got the true reveal he was hoping for in the form of loud snorts starting to break up her cackles. Miles’ eyes lit up once again, and Gwen finally gave up on hiding. She avoided Miles’ loving gaze, her cheeks dappled red like paint drops on canvas as Hobie’s scribbling fingers slowly dialed her back down to snort-filled giggles before lifting away.

“And me without my camera.” Hobie said softly, a fond grin taking over his face. “What a shame. ‘f it were up to me, I’d show you how bad raspberries get to her, but I suppose I shouldn’t kill the poor thing.” He gave Gwen’s stomach a firm pat before pushing himself up onto his feet.

“That was pretty cute though.” Miles said gently, taking one of Gwen’s hands to kiss her knuckles and snickering as she pawed at his sleeve. “What do you think, Gwanda? You have fun?” He teased.

She tugged him closer by his jacket, her voice still tangled in giggles. “Hobie screams when you tickle his feet.” She said, firm and deliberate.

Hobie let out a laugh that was more of a shocked cough. “Gwendy! Thought you was only tryin’ to tell him the truth and all.” He laughed dismissively, shaking his head until he saw Miles grinning mischievously. He gave a smirk of his own, crossing his arms. “You’ll never catch me.” He shrugged casually.

Miles made a move to stand, and Hobie’s Spider Sense prickled sharply. Okay, he was serious. Without much of a second thought, he bolted for the door, vaulting over the railing and starting to swing up to the highest point on his boat. Turnabout is definitely fair play, but Hobie was never one to give an easy win.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miles had hardly gotten one foot flat on the floor when Hobie sprinted like the devil was on his heels. Miles snickered, letting himself relax for now as he pulled Gwen to her feet.

“So…?” She asked expectantly. “Not exactly according to plan, but…” She gave a shrug, smiling softly.

Miles chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned. “Nah, you were still right. He’s kind of adorable, in his own way.”

“Right? Don’t let him hear you say it though.” She giggled, squeaking when Miles suddenly poked her and socking him in the arm.

“We should still probably wait a little longer, though. He seemed, like, nervous?” Miles led her slowly, thinking she might still need her balance back.

“You’re probably right…” Her face lit up with mischief as she jogged past him for the door. “For now, though—”

She didn’t bother to finish, vaulting over the railing outside and firing a web up toward the roof with Miles trailing not far behind. She knew all of Hobie’s favorite escape routes.

[txmxkis]

4 and 9 for the valentines day ask !! hihihi

ARA MY LOVE !!!!!!!!!! helloooo i hope you're doing well and happy valentine's dayyyy 💖💘💝💕💓

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡ you're decorating a letter! what kind of hearts would you draw for them? what hearts would they draw for you? (w/ oikawa) ➺ idk i think i draw pretty basic hearts lmfaoooo they look like this ♡ but they are literally everywhere and all different sizes ! i'd draw lace edges on some of them cause that's just our vibe <3 i feel like he'd draw his hearts with little flourishes at the bottom point, and he also like to draw a lot of them (not as many as me though hehe) also he's definitely putting his little signature face (:P <- that one lol) inside of at least one of them...

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡ is there a routine you two share during valentine's day? breakfast in bed or doing skincare together? (w/ tamaki) ➺ i'm about to make myself sooooo sick thinking about this LOLLL okay.... he would definitely wake up before me cause he always does, i like to sleep in way too much. after lying next to me quietly for a while, he'd go make a late breakfast when he thought it was about time, and then he'd bring breakfast in and wake me up with kisses :( we'd eat together and just have a slow morning, and then eventually get up and have a little self care time.... we also have one other little tradition ! once we're done with our morning, we cozy up on the couch with some blankets and candles and soft music and write each other letters. we both have a bit of a hard time expressing all of our feelings, and some things are just easier to write down. it's also nice to have physical handwritten letters to save and read again later, i've always loved it... and it's fun to do it together because we are both soooo shy and just dissolve into giggles when we make eye contact >.< when we're done we give them to each other and read them and make ourselves soggy n soft ghggcabdnvjix

valentine's selfship game <3

[stopisa]

HI ISA 💝 i’m sorry for joining your event late but your doodles are so so cute 🥹💝

i am humbly joining with kuroo + tsukishima (ritsuro is my selfship w them heehee). i would say that our dynamic is a little chaotic. tsukishima and i are the introverts kuroo swept up. i am a bit like kenma + tsukki personality wise but also kuroo too ! very caring and kind and funny ^_^ they tease me a lot for being short (rip) but they’re very protective over me too and won’t tolerate anyone hurting my feelings or trying to take advantage of me. we are all pretty in tune with each other and our feelings and look after each other the best we can (tsukki and i making sure kuroo doesn’t over work, kuroo and i making sure tsukki is eating well and relaxing after training for vb, and the two of them making sure i eat well and sleep at a regular time LMAO)

here are some images hehe <3

— order up, no. 7 ritsuro !

the sound of rain against the windows filled the cozy café, a quiet contrast to the usual hum of the city outside. you're sat at a corner table, a steaming cup of matcha latte in front of you and a book you'd long since abandoned in favor of watching the two men sitting across from you.

kuroo, dressed in a tailored suit that somehow managed to look both professional and casual, leans back in his chair with a familiar smirk. his tie was already loosened—of course. “you know,” he started, tapping the rim of his coffee cup, “i still can’t believe tsukki wears a cardigan every day now. how’s it feel to fulfill everyone’s nerdy love interest fantasies?”

tsukishima kei, perched stiffly in the chair beside him, adjusts his glasses with a huff. “fulfilling fantasies isn’t exactly in my job description, kuroo.”

“it’s in mine,” kuroo shot back, winking at you.

rolling your eyes, suppressing a laugh. “and how’s that working out for you, mr. corporate hotshot?”

“great, actually,” kuroo said, leaning forward, his grin softening just a fraction. “but you already know that since i keep showing up to these dates on time.”

“barely,” tsukki mutters, reaching for his tea. “and you’re still overdressed.”

“you’re just jealous because i look good doing it,” kuroo teases, nudging your foot under the table. “right?”

you give him a knowing smile. “i think you’re just afraid i’d pick kei over you.”

tsukishima’s eyebrow twitched, but his lips curved into the faintest smirk. “at least i know how to keep my tie on.”

kuroo clutches his chest dramatically. “ouch. betrayed by my own boyfriend. you wound me, tsukki.”

“don’t call me that,” tsukishima said automatically, though the faint pink at the tips of his ears betray his irritation—or lack thereof.

you reach across the table, brushing your fingertips against tsukishima’s hand, touch grounding in its warmth. “you know, i don’t think i could survive without both of you.”

kuroo’s grin softened into something more genuine. “smart answer.”

“predictable answer,” tsukishima corrects, but he didn’t pull his hand away, his long fingers curling slightly to meet yours.

the three of you fell into an easy silence, the rain continuing its steady rhythm outside. kuroo’s foot nudges yours again, and you look up to find him watching you with that familiar, almost mischievous glint in his eyes.

“you know,” he says casually, leaning back in his chair again, “it’s funny. i spent years building a career, climbing the ladder, making all these big plans. and yet, sitting here with you two? feels like i already won.”

tsukishima let out a quiet scoff, but the way his thumb brushes against your knuckles said more than his words ever could.

“guess i can’t argue with that,” you say softly, gaze flicking between them. everything had fallen into place exactly as it was meant to be.

-

RISUUU I HOPE U LIKE IT !! i loooved getting to write this drabble. struggled a lil with their hair but haikyuu fuckass haircuts are always hard to draw imo

[little-mouse-gardens]

Rottmnt oc headcannons

Part four : Angie

Alright, I officially finished Angie’s head-cannons. Akdjdak sorry it took me so long, I’ve been really busy for the past few months and got kind of distracted. Plus I was trying to add a few more headcannons for her and I couldn’t settle on how many I wanted to add.

Anyways here they are ^W^ also gonna be linking each of my four rise oc’s headcannons in my introduction post as well

- she learned to cook mostly on her own. Kind of observing from afar by watching her mother and sisters work when she was younger at first and then doing it herself as she got older. Slowly learning more and more along the way.

- let’s Mikey paint her nails to match her outfit, mood or just for the randomness of it after she taught him how to paint nails or let’s him paint a few random little shapes on her using her graphic liners for the exact same reasons. He may or may not love adding flowers across her cheeks and nose like freckles.

- her sisters and Mikey’s brothers swear the pair share a brain cell

- they like to give each other piggyback rides. Bought one of those oversized hoodies so they could both wear it at the same time for cuddles on the go

- Angie likes to collect squish-mallows or just plushies in general. Like A LOT of them. Has one of those little hammocks hanging above one side of her room where she keeps them. She will lend them out to Mikey, her sisters, April, the other turtles if they want one. Her favorite is a strawberry frog squish-mallow that she found at a thrift store and likes to hold it to calm down from being overstimulated.

- hates. Hates. Absolutely hates Being sick because she hates being stuck in bed and she’s hates the sensory issues that come with it. Mainly the fact she can barely smell or taste anything when she’s sick.

- always willing to try new foods, baked goods, drinks ect. Her and Mikey like to cook or bake together

- loves cozy games, her favorite would have to be animal crossing or Minecraft, she made an entire candy land themed carnival in Minecraft

- owns a lot of pastel clothing, also a lot of different aesthetics inhabit her closer but a common theme with a lot of her clothes is prints, embroidery or cute patterns.

- is currently learning knitting, and trying to teach raph and sunny how to knit

- a lot of dates she and Mikey go on once they start dating involve going to small bakeries or random places to paint. Picnic dates on the rooftops or at the park are a must with them

- if Mikey is hiding in his shell, Angie will literally just sit down beside him and watch random videos or listen to music together until he comes out. However if he wants to be carried around, she will do that as well

- adores stickers, buying them and making them, collecting them and giving them to her friends and family as a kind gesture. She and Mikey literally somehow give each other a new sticker like three to four times a week

- her favorite bag is a pink Shiba Inu boba bag, puts a punch of pins and charms in the spaces where pins and charms can be put

- Has an entire little office in her room just dedicated to her working on art. Organized drawers of markers, colored pencils, paints ect. A shelf of sketchbooks and canvases, a drawing tablet always charged and ready for hours of drawing

- is absolutely terrified of hippos. (loves the pigmy hippo) she has a phobia of hippos after one nearly bit her arm at a zoo when she tried to feed it watermelon when she was little

- A bad habit of hers is pushing down/setting aside her own feeling of sadness or anger to comfort and tend to others. So much so that sometimes, when she gets to a quiet spot where no one can bother her, after a rough situation she will just sit there and cry and this is something that honestly takes her awhile to officially work on,

- enjoys sitting up on the roof or any spot with a good view of the sunrise or sunset. Something about seeing all the colors fade in together brings her a sense of joy

- has a big fear of anything sharp or anything that could burn her eyes getting near her face after the whole incident with the kraang, where she was nearly splattered in the face by the slightly acidic blood. The only reason she was saved is because she managed to duck down just in the nick of time

- has three pet rats named princess peach, princess Daisy and princess Rosalina

- Her favorite pizza is just plain cheese pizza with some spices and peppers added on

- absolutely loves boba, her fav flavors are usually sweet like cotton candy, chocolate, vanilla, birthday cake ect.

- when the girls go to their grandparents farm, she immediately goes running to her favorite spot to go explore-which is an abandoned cabin she fashioned into a cottage

- Absolutely loves doing her hair, she has a notebook of all the styles she wants to give her curls. She’s got organized drawers for all her cute hair ties, scrunchies and hair clips. Her hair care routine is a something that actually brings her a lot of comfort when she’s stressed

- she loves shopping and visiting farmers markets and art fairs. She has to stop and look at every booth she can and when she’s at the farmers market? Except her to come home with at least one new plant or some homemade goods

- was diagnosed with autism and adhd when she was about fix or six

- After the kraang incident, she has a hard time with people moving their hands near the right side of her face without warning for a long while (a kraang blood almost got in her eyes and damn near blinded her) the only person she trusts to do that is honestly Mikey, because he quite literally was the one to shield her from getting directly hit head on when she lost the shield she’d been holding

- She and mikey confessed to eachother when he invited her over to the lair for a movie marathon and they had their first kiss on their first date, which was a rooftop picnic

- She doesn’t have too many nightmares after the kraang incident….just a specific two nightmares that come every once in awhile that are very very vivid that honestly freak her out. After she has them she usually either stays up for a little while and hangs out with her sisters in the living room for comfort or she goes out on a walk. If Mikey’s awake she’ll just pop over to the lair and talk with him for a while. Especially if they’ve both been having a rough night dealing with nightmares.

- she painted a mural in each of her sisters rooms. A sunny field for her sister sunny, the beach for her sister Skye and a fairy garden for her sister Marcy

- absolutely hates getting sick, like she tries to avoid getting sick when she can. However she doesn’t mind helping others out when they are sick…she just seems a little more cautious than usual

- Has a irrational fear of fire ants due to an incident she had when she was a child

- When the turtles had to defeat the shredder, Angie got a small scar from the incident on her left side when she pushed mikey out of the way of getting hit, which she covers up with some tattoos later on

- Has always wanted to cosplay princess peach. She’s got a whole vision board and everything

- Current champion of Mario party among her sisters (shes just oddly good at Mario party for some reason)

- She likes to bring her friends and family little gifts that remind her of them. Like for example she made April a set of flower charms for her bag or she brought Mikey a new apron after his old one got ruined while he was cooking

- She does talk in her sleep and girl says the most out of context random sentences when that happens

- her biggest goal is to one day open and run her own bakery

[activatingaggro]

what’s your typical process for these huge art pieces? your posing is so nice and weighty and casual w such lovely interaction and I struggle to imagine how to even begin putting that together. ur ball pieces this year are epic

Aw! That's very sweet of you, and I appreciate that they look nice to people outside of my niche, haha. :] I stopped posting fantroll art for a bit, because it seemed a touch silly to post them on tumblr when.. I haven't even updated profiles here in literally years! But I'm glad that it still has some appeal even without larger context, lol.

My process is pretty straightforward! Part of it is just - take pictures, get references, get up and do the shit that you're about to draw! I would share pictures for examples here, but they're all vastly unflattering and I'm pretty sure I would be rightfully slaughtered by my helpful volunteers if I did that. But basically, I take pictures for everything if I can't find a good reference, and I'll frequently set up my phone to record myself when I'm doing an action pose!

This is because a lot of the weightiness of a picture, for me, is just.. how a person adjusts their weight and holds their body while in motion! The art I make where I'm referencing myself is generally pretty obvious, for example, because I use a cane, and keep 90% of my weight on my right leg. But different heights, different weight, different fat and muscle distribution also all play a big part in how people hold themselves, and videos and photos are fantastic for actually seeing that. When it's something too complex to do myself, or to get some unfortunate volunteer to do it for me, I like looking at Youtube videos on slow motion.

So, for example: Riccin fights with a meteor hammer. There's a decent amount of footage of people using meteor hammers on Youtube!

So, I put this on slow motion! 0.25 speed, find a shot that I like at 1:00. With something like this, there's not much point to trying to act it out IRL and film it to get new angles - we have a much easier, and more viable route, in just using fucking 3D posers. There's a lot of them out there today! A lot of people like using the one built into Clip Studio, but I just found a random one on google that's free called PoseMy.Art to demonstrate the basic idea.

The goal for this is not to make an exact replica (because I am lazy and am not entirely sure how this poser works, lol). The goal is mostly to let you explore angles, and to get a better idea of what looks dynamic or interesting enough to work with! Because the main lure of these, for me, is to look at different angles, and then use those angles as a basis to make the pose more interesting. (Neon reds on the first are where I shrank/adjusted/moved the model to create a very lazy foreshortening!)

But what about for more casual or chill poses?

The answer is mostly the same, except with added social shit in, in that - first off, I make my friends help me find poses. I have a channel in one of my discord servers that's just there for reference, and I'll ask, say, @rebatrolls if she can find me a good pose for so-and-so picture. "I want something cozy!" She will then go off into the mines of pinterest like my faithful canary ready to be strangled by cave gas or something, and emerge with pictures. Sometimes these are great pictures! Each individual entity in our godsforsaken world has their own individual preferences, which shows in the sort of pictures that they pick.

Sometimes it's helpful! sometimes it is not. An example: I asked for obnoxious cheesecake photos for Liable! Reba brought out boudoir photos. Cal brought out NSFW anime figurines. There are two weebs inside of all of us, and one of those weebs is marginally less terrible than the other. uwu

But references, finding pictures you like, and then recreating them and changing up the angle helps a lot! Because there's a lot of gorgeous, very casual, very affectionate photoshoots out there:

And my last bit is just. Looking at all of these photoshoots and candids, and looking at my own personal preferences, as well as my friends'! I am a nosy fuck and I like to ask people, like: what gestures stand out to you? what things feel the most affectionate to you? when you're close to someone, what is your body language? when you want to be an asshole, what do you do?

That gives me an easy little mental library to build off of to add in intimacy when I'm making poses. I am a grade A lemur when it comes to being physically affectionate, so I rely on that a lot in my poses - people have looped arms, people just casually finding a way to make physical contact through an arm or a foot or leaning, there's a lot of people sprawling out on top of their friends / otherwise being in close contact, because I know how that looks, basically. All the little squidgy details, like "how do people curl their fingers when they're holding hands and their arms are looped together" are already in my brain from years of experience, haha.

And the good part of plumbing my friends' brains for their own references is - some people are very fond of, like, people resting their chins on their heads, and they can say exactly how arms usually rest in that pose. Someone might have grown up with bumping noses with people as a kiss, or kissing everyone's cheeks. Some people might say: oh, I've always had taller people walk between the sidewalk and I, or else they've always sat with their shoulders parallel to their friends knees from years of braiding hair, or or or --

It makes it useful to pull off the little affectionate details! I used to struggle more with just.. casual, fond poses between characters, until I realised: oh, wait, just draw it from life. Because even if you don't have friends that are comfortable sharing that sort of info, or else you don't personally pay attention to it much in your own life - because some people don't, and that's fine! - I've also just occasionally sat down at some busy locale, brought a notebook, and wrote down the gestures, and movements, and little actions of the couples, or families, or friends that wander by. It's all about building up a library, essentially, and once you have, you'll find you'll just start plugging it into pictures automatically.

[biggie-chcese]

for the fandom ask game:

1. list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

6. something you see in art a lot and love

12. compliment someone else in your fandom

1. List 3 positive things about your current fandoms

- i love how cozy rain code's fandom is on this website. it's got village energy, where everyone kinda knows each other and even the folks you dont personally interact with are still kinda like neighbors. It's a pretty chill fandom community with a lot of real cool people, small as that "lot" may be

- as for tgaa, i dont think there's ever been a fandom with such a high concentration of fanart and fic that have legitimately changed my brain chemistry. like so many fanworks still live rent free in my head. so much so that this is the fandom that inspired me to start writing fic at all! genuinely, so many tgaa fans are an absolute marvel and it is always a pleasure to see what they create

- from both fandoms, i truly do not get tired of the memes. y'all are so fucking funny fr

2. Something you see in art a lot that you love

ok this is super specific but i absolutely adore when people make aspects of a character emote that realistically wouldn't, like for example when they draw kazuma's headband forming a heart shape in the air, or make yuma's silly little ahoge deflate when sad or sharpen when he's angry (i know the official art does this too- emoting ahoges are one of my fav things about rui's art) or even edgeworth's cravat puffing up like a frilled lizard when angry. i've seen that a few times before and love it. these little details are always a delight to me bc it's something you can only really do in art, yknow? it's wonderful

12. Compliment someone else in your fandom.

GLADLY!! there were so many people that came to mind that i had to pop a bunch of names in a random number generator to choose haha. the wheel chose @hopelilies, and boy do i love your art. genuinely it's a joy to see and i like seeing you in my art blog's notifs as well! your crossover art of yakou and keiji is so big brained because i can easily imagine them being friends. your makoto and yuma hugging art is still rent free in my head. and god i just love how you draw characters in general - really appealing thin lines and unique faces. i am eating it all up <333

thank you so much for asking, anon! ^w^

[hamdanemarat32]

Why Seafood Lovers Can’t Get Enough of Toshi’s Offerings

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What sets Toshi apart is its ability to blend global influences into its menu. Seafood lovers can experience flavors inspired by various cuisines, including Japanese, Thai, Chinese, and Indian. This fusion of styles ensures that there’s always something new to discover, making Toshi a top destination for seafood lovers in Dubai.

For instance:

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seafood lovers

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For seafood lovers, the attention to detail is evident in every bite. The chefs at Toshi understand that seafood requires precision and care, and this dedication shines through in their creations.

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Whether it’s a casual dinner or a special occasion, seafood lovers leave Toshi with full hearts and satisfied palates. Their repeat visits and word-of-mouth recommendations have solidified Toshi’s reputation as a haven for seafood lovers in Dubai.

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Why Seafood Lovers Keep Coming Back

At its core, Toshi is more than just a restaurant, it’s a celebration of seafood. From the fresh seafood in Dubai to the welcoming ambiance and innovative menu, every aspect of Toshi’s experience is designed to delight.

For seafood lovers, the joy of dining at Toshi lies in knowing that every dish is prepared with passion and precision. It’s not just about eating; it’s about savoring the best that the sea has to offer, crafted by experts who share your love for seafood.

Conclusion

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[bradshawsbaby]

25 for some hannix smut? 😏😏😏

25. Heat 🔥

This one is NSFW (18+)

The heat from the fireplace, which cast a warm glow over the slick, naked bodies writhing in front of it, was nothing compared to the heat burning between Phoenix’s legs as Hangman buried his head between them.

“Jake,” she moaned, one hand fisting a handful of his hair as the other clutched desperately at the carpeted floor beneath her. “Jake,” she cried again, her hips bucking off the floor as his warm tongue ran a teasing stripe up her center, his low moans vibrating straight through her core.

They’d barely made it back to the small guest house after dinner before they were tearing each other’s clothes off, opting for the floor in front of the blazing fireplace instead of the snug bed where they’d been making love every other night. Not for the first time, Phoenix found herself glad that they were staying in the guest house instead of Jake’s childhood bedroom in his family’s Texas home. She would have been mortified about the sounds he was eliciting from her if his parents and sisters were within earshot, but out here, she knew they were hidden and safe. There was actually something rather intimate about the cozy little cabin where they had been staying for the past several days.

“You taste so fucking good, Minx,” Hangman whispered against her slit, pressing a few soft kisses to it before lapping at the wetness once more. “Best dessert I could ever ask for,” he added with a teasing wink, nibbling on the flushed skin of her inner thighs.

Letting out a quiet gasp, Phoenix’s back arched up off the floor as she buried her fingers more deeply in her boyfriend’s hair, tugging mercilessly on his blonde locks as she rotated her hips in desperation, needing the feel of his mouth on her more than she had ever needed anything.

“Jake, please,” she begged, eyes squeezing shut and her dark hair fanned out all around her on the soft carpet. Her body felt overheated and yet not hot enough all at the same time.

“Okay, Minx,” Hangman grinned, teasingly running his pinky finger down her center, lightly brushing that tiny nub of nerves as he did so. “Since you asked so nicely.” Gripping her thighs tightly in his large hands, he pressed his face between them once more and devoured her like a starving man.

Phoenix released a feral sound from deep inside her chest, her back curving forward as she simultaneously tried to pull herself closer to her source of pleasure and push away from the ecstasy that felt like almost too much to bear. “Jake,” she panted, her stomach trembling as she curled forward, both hands buried in his hair now as she gazed down at him, locked between her legs.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.

The glow from the fireplace was flickering over the hard, muscular planes of his back, the light catching on the damp beads of sweat that clung to his skin, even on such a cool November evening. He was perfect, and he was all hers.

As he pinched her thigh playfully, she fell back against the carpet once more, drawing her knees towards her chest as she felt herself climbing higher and higher, nearing the climax of her pleasure.

“Jake, J-Jake, oh!” Phoenix cried, her entire body beginning to quake and tremble.

Her moans only made Hangman double down on his efforts, pinning her waist down to the floor and releasing guttural groans against her as his tongue flattened out and he wordlessly begged her to fall over the edge.

The temperature in the guest house seemed to increase by at least ten degrees as Phoenix finally came with a strangled scream, pulling on Hangman’s hair as he held her and nuzzled her through it, his nose nestled in her folds.

Only when her breathing had evened out and her body had stopped trembling so intensely did Hangman release her and slowly crawl up her body, resting on top of her. From the light of the fire, she could see her slickness coating his nose, lips, and chin. Before she could lift a hand to wipe it away, however, he was kissing her soundly, moaning softly, tenderly against her lips.

“You are so damn hot, you know that?” he whispered hoarsely, brushing her hair back from her face.

“That was so damn hot,” she replied breathlessly, chuckling softly. “I love you, Bagman,” she added slowly, wrapping a leg around his.

He smiled in return, loving the feeling of holding her in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace. “I love you, too, Minx.”

November OTP Writing Prompts

[bubbledtee]

Soft night w jamie!!

Doing skincare together!! (he looks so good at 59 goddamn) putting sheetmasks on each other and wearing those cute headbands <3

Wearing his shirts bc they’re just so comfy :((

Watching scary movies and nuzzling into him when the jumpscares happen cockwarming during the movie??

Playing with his hands, twisting his rings and tracing his tattoos <33

James putting his hands on your thighs— mindlessly drawing shapes on them, maybe even kissing them a lil :((

Jamie smothering you in kisses :((((

He’s such a cutie pie I luv him!!!

AISKWLSJOEHWOS i love him so much.

wearing his t-shirts would make me feel all smol and it makes me hahdkwndkwnfoejodjf

and i love the idea of cockwarming so much :(( he’d fill you up so nicely and make you feel all warm and cozy and safe against him while you play with his rings and fingers and tattoooosssssss mmnfnrjfnekdndkkfjenf

he’d give you lil kiss attacks all over your face until you’re all giggly and begging him to stop <333333 he’s my favoritest ever i love jamie so much

[ptergwen]

no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

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jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.