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heartandfangs · 1 year

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THEN EARN IT.

GENRE Married Couple AU, Romance, Smut

PAIRING CEO!Husband!Jay x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Cursing, Mention of anxiety, Lingerie, Mention of food/working out/body image/sex toy use, Teasing, Masturbation, Making out, Multiple orgasms, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Hand job, Oversensitivity, Shower/Wall Sex, Nipple play, Alcohol, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Dom!Jay, Sub!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Jay, Switch!Reader, Switch!Jay

SUMMARY After several weeks of being apart, your husband has a bit of making up to do for Valentine's Day after missing your call and showing up late to the penthouse.

WORD COUNT 4.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE I'm so sorry I clowned everyone who was waiting for this drop the week of Valentine's (I got sooo busy i'm the biggest clown of them all) but I made it 5x longer than I first intended to and it's hot but also v intimate 🥵🌶

I’ve always considered Jay to be husband material, and here's a fic to show for it. If you wanna edge your brain out to husband CEO Jay in a penthouse, this is for you ♥️ Follow, like & share if you enjoyed! ⚰️ Masterlist © 2021-2023, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

It was certainly something being young and married to Park Jongseong. Well, you wondered if you could be considered young anymore; perhaps to your older coworkers who were empty nesters, you could. To them, you had your whole life set ahead of you, but maybe you were viewed differently by your freshly graduated interns striving to get by the rigorous training standards you set for the Park's company.

Regardless, you felt young.

In a way, Jay made you feel like you had never aged a day since meeting him, and at the same time, it felt like you'd lived someone else's lifetime. Funny how a mere man could affect you so…

And how the prolonged separation between you two never got any easier over the years.

You were the partner who took it all in stride best. Not to say that Jay wasn't a persevering individual; he was your role model in that sense.

But he was undoubtedly the more clingy one; you had just been raised differently.

After years of getting to know Jay and growing close enough to call him by nickname, it seemed like he was rarely given a chance to work past his anxieties as a child. You've witnessed him grow immensely, and you both had done what you had to do when duty called— whether that meant taking care of business during a month spent apart in different states or even countries.

The possibility of infidelity has crossed your mind during these times; such thoughts were only normal, yet you chose to trust him fully and knew he trusted you too.

After all, they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and the unwavering admiration Jay regards you with gives you the strength to approach each day with an assuredness that everything will be okay at the end of it.

In fact, your husband's signature brand of adoration only grew until it was too much to contain every damn time you finally reunited.

Not that you ever complained with how exquisite of a lover he grew to be thanks to your guidance and vice-versa. Nor could you ever tire from the spoils of a blessed life, and Jay knew this fact incredibly well.

However, since your flight into this new city touched down first, you took it upon yourself to prepare the penthouse you two booked with personal touches to celebrate a belated Valentine's. An overrated 'holiday,' at least by your standards, but your husband managed to change your perspective and always made it an occasion to look forward to since the year he met you.

Of course, business only got busier throughout your marriage. Although you two agreed for the first time to celebrate Valentine's together a few days late this year, the compromise was a bit disheartening.

The two of you only exchanged a short phone call that night and a few words of longing but nothing more, which was uncharacteristic of Jay.

He must’ve been exhausted.

And now, he was running late— much later than the ETA he originally shared with you.

A plethora of reasons for his hold-up came to mind, and you were beginning to grow worried. Perhaps he was just touching down? Or his phone died? Maybe caught in traffic? It was storming outside, after all…

Even after you'd showered, slathered on your favorite whipped body butter, and thrown on a satin robe, ensuring your complexion was dewy with skincare, you still felt uneasy inside.

While waiting for Jay's call on the leather sofa, you indulged in a favorite remedy; a full glass of red wine had been calling your name hours ago.

After swallowing the last drop of wine, you attempted to relax into the cushions with a heavy sigh and shut your eyes, a dull pain throbbing between your furrowed brows. You were left with no choice but to wait in the dark.

A knock from the entryway drew you from sleep. You slowly reached for your phone to see several unread messages from Jay, the most recent one reading 'I'm here'.

You couldn't have reached the door quicker.

Jay stood in the doorway, a damp umbrella snapped in half in one hand and a dozen red roses with drenched petals in the other. He looked handsome as ever; no amount of rain could hamper his looks, droplets soaking into his thick lashes and brows.

Your brows rose at his state and that he was alive and well. "Jay."

"This cheap ass umbrella inverted the moment I stepped out of the Uber," Jay stated with a straight face, a huff leaving his chest as he stepped inside and dropped the umbrella.

He automatically raised his arms to embrace you but thought better of it as he took in your rather dry attire with a soft smile, the kind that was only ever reserved for you behind closed doors. He slowly admired you from head to toe, releasing a quiet exhale. You couldn't have felt warmer under your thin excuse of a robe.

"You look beautiful. I'm sorry I'm late," Jay lightly caressed your lower back with a certain sweetness in his touch, knowing precisely what it did to you between your thighs.

You reached out first to draw him against your chest tightly. As if you cared about a little bit of rainwater.

"It's about time," you murmured against his neck, pulling back to meet those eyes you missed peering into over meals and late-night conversations, "Do you know how worried I was? Have you eaten yet—"

Within a mere blink, you felt Jay's fingers slide through the locks of your hair, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that reminded you of your college days spent entwined together, fogging up the windows of his vintage car parked on a hill.

In fact, it was a starved, apologetic kiss worth three long weeks of pent-up frustration from tirelessly rubbing shoulders with investors and back-to-back business meetings without your calm, grounding presence by his side at the end of the day.

Letting his thoughts run wild about you past midnight and well into his dreams did nothing to quell his heart and body's immense ache for you.

It wasn't nearly enough to fist himself underneath the steaming shower head, feeling like he was about to faint from both burnout and a heady sense of self-fulfilling lust that never quite satisfied. He needed to feel you in his arms, against his beating chest, spilling over his parched lips.

To delight in every pitch of your airy voice, depending on the sweet spots he chose to assault with his tongue and deft fingers.

That's why, while he'd usually continue with charming conversation and offer the smuggest of smiles, all he could do right now was press closer to you like some sort of pitiful creature starved of affection stealing away your warmth, the plush-like softness of your breasts against his firm chest reminding him of all that lay ahead for you two on this well-earned night to be spent reacquainting himself with your body and soul— not that he'd ever forgotten in the slightest.

It didn't matter that his flight had gotten delayed, that it'd taken him one too many hours than it should have to meet you in the middle because you stood before him now like some sort of mirage, beautiful and as lovely as ever.

"Jay," You tried to scold despite your cheeks heating up.

"Haven't eaten yet," Your husband confessed, dragging his lips over the curve of your throat with such a tenderness that threatened to buckle your knees. He dropped his palms to knead greedily over the satin fabric draped over your ass in contrast, making you moan softly, "M' starving though. Indulge me a bit with something sweet before dinner, please?"

You sighed, amused, "Dessert before dinner? Think you deserve it?"

With swift fingers, you were already loosening the knot of his tie, which he offered you a grateful look for while running his hands up your spine and shamelessly pressing his hardness between your thighs. Your proximity alone was riling him up, and by handing over the reins, he knew exactly what you would do in response to his overwhelming neediness.

"Oh, I'll earn it," Jay hotly whispered against your lips, practically melding himself to you in any way he could.

"So willing," The soft corners of your tinted lips tugged upwards as you brushed a strand of dark hair from his half-lidded eyes, feeling Jay shiver beneath his suit.

"Anything and everything for you," He nodded, a knowing smile forming on his lips.

It seemed like your baby was counting on you to kill him slowly.

You took the bouquet from his grasp and enjoyed its rosy fragrance before setting it aside on the glass dining table. "Come on. You deserve a hot bath after such a long day, love."

So you tugged him along by his necktie into the spacious master bedroom that reminded you of a lot of the homes you built together. Upon entering, one first noticed the long panel of windows that reached the ceiling lining the left wall, overlooking the city's vast nightlife below.

Of course, the only view Jay could possibly focus on with parted lips was the sway of your hips and the subtle outline of lingerie he managed to make out under your robe, for you knew he adored lace on your skin just as much as leather.

As enticing as the massive bed in the center appeared, he followed you into the softly lit master bathroom with a rainfall shower above the enormous tub. With a push of a silver button on the wall panel, the tub began to fill with bubbling, hot water; it could fit a good ten individuals if desired.

You let him look over the space while bending over to light up the several candles you arranged along the wide marble edges of the jacuzzi with a pack of matches.

"Leave it to you to find a place like this," Jay complimented you for your impeccable taste, watching your face through the extensive wall-length mirror just above the tub.

The space immediately began to smell of elegant rum and white musk. The master bathroom was alight with candles thanks to your quick work, a haze of vapor wafting over the tub's edge.

"It's all ours for tomorrow and the day after."

"We'll have to make every second count then…" You could feel his gaze licking up your legs just by the hunger tinging his voice like curls of smoke.

"Like we always do," You flicked your wrist to extinguish the match and toss it into a silver bin before making your way back to Jay, slowly smoothing your palms across his clothed chest and broad shoulders, simply taking him in for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Due to time differences and your schedules being packed more than usual this past month, personal calls were seldom made between you, aside from virtual business meetings involving other potential clients and shareholders.

Jay's eyes were alight with excitement as he stared down at you despite the shadows beneath them; you couldn't keep yourself from drawing his face close and placing a kiss on his lips while his hands moved restlessly across your waist, his hips nudging against yours.

"Mm, please…"

"Patience, baby," You reminded and gave him an expectant look that he heeded.

Although he couldn't wait, he knew better than to speed up the process you so enjoyed dragging out. Piece by piece, you started to strip him bare, unhurried and teasingly in the most intimate manner.

First, you slipped his tie from his nape, reminded of all the times you've used it as a blindfold or to bind his wrists, then you shoved off his blazer. His wet shirt stuck to his skin like a transparent fabric, and you undid button after button to reveal his toned chest just above a sharply etched set of abs, rainwater, and spiced cologne clinging to his skin.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time to work out these days…" Jay's tongue clicked in dissatisfaction, although you noticed his eyelashes lowering at you. His palm rested against the pulse of your neck, fingers softly curling into your hair.

You cut him off right there, your heated touch under his clothes pulling a restrained moan from his throat. "Missing a few workouts won't hurt you, just don't skip your meals. Quit being so hard on yourself," You reassured him, tugging the ends of his shirt out of his cut waistline and traveling even lower, "You're definitely overthinking it."

Jay cracked a relieved smile, stroking your face, "I have to when my beloved is this beautiful… Ah—"

Your fingertips rubbed lightly over the outline of his throbbing bulge, causing his hips to chase your touch until you finally dropped his trousers to the floor in a haphazard pile, leaving Jay in his tight briefs.

"Fucking driving me crazy…" He caressed your cheek and over your arm in the most pleading manner, his chest rising and falling heavily. You sorely missed the sound of his belabored breaths tickling your ears.

With a lick of your lips, you finally dragged the band of Jay's black briefs down his thighs to witness his hard cock springing forth and dribbling with precum.

After scraping your nails down his hips and brushing past his trail of hair, your caress just ghosted along his length; all he had to do was press forward, and then he'd finally feel you—

"Go and hop in. I'll be right back with drinks," You stroked Jay's chin as you disappeared into the bedroom to retrieve a bottle of champagne and chilled flutes from the mini-fridge.

"Fuck," You heard him drawl under his breath, causing you to smirk.

His feet were already bringing him to climb over the marble ledge into the tub, but his inner cheek was caught between his teeth, a knot bobbing in his throat due to desperation. He wobbled a bit before descending into the bath, terribly dizzy, no thanks to you.

Upon re-entering, you found it adorable that Jay sank into the heated water and looked up at you with anticipation. The warmth should've begun to release the tension throughout his body, but it persisted, thanks to your enticing visage.

While you perched on the ledge and busied yourself with pouring champagne, Jay momentarily pulled up near your legs and pressed a chaste kiss against your knee, stroking his hands under the edge of your satin robe.

Experiencing the desire of his touch after so long took your breath away; he squeezed your thigh as you handed him a bubbly glass full of almond-scented champagne.

Jay caught your wrist, bringing it to his lips to place soft yet insatiable kisses up your palm and inner wrist, gazing into your eyes all the while.

"I missed you," He reiterated sincerely, making your cheeks warm despite that hours had passed since you last had anything to drink. "I'm sorry I didn't call you back on Thursday. My schedule really got the best of me this week…"

You could hear the guilt lingering in his voice.

In a typical fashion, you clinked the rim of his glass before knocking the flute back completely, and Jay followed suit.

You swiped your tongue over your lips, setting the glass aside. "Hm, I suppose you have a bit to make up for, don't you?"

"A lot," Jay reached out to tip your chin towards him and captured your moistened lips, a gesture you returned easily.

"And you will. But first, you can start by sitting back and letting me take care of you, love."

You dipped your legs into the water while seated on the ledge, ushering Jay to sit back between them as you pumped an intoxicating sweet musk-scented gel into your palm. His immediate obedience pleased you; he leaned into your touches as you slowly lathered his body to your satisfaction.

Brushing over his nipples alone drew rumbly sounds from Jay's throat, but it wasn't until you leaned further over his shoulder and slid your hand down his abdomen to rub against the base of his cock that he failed to choke back a groan.

"Fuck, you're killing me," Jay echoed your thoughts as his chest heaved, enduring your teasing.

You hummed knowingly, continuing to pump him from base to tip while nibbling at his reddened ear and flicking his nipple with the other hand. He began thrusting into your grip, chasing a high only you could grant him as you brought him closer and closer to his end…

And then you straightened up, pulling away.

"No, no…" Jay turned on you with a whine and placed his hands on either side of your clothed hips, hauling himself slightly out of the water to press near. You weren't making this easy on him at all.

You felt the water from his body soak through your robe but kept your hands off him. "Thought you were gonna be good for me?"

"I am, but you're teasing me too much," He insisted, rubbing circles into your hips, making you throb between your thighs.

"Don't you think it's about time for you to start making up for things?"

His eyelashes lowered before he dipped his head down to your lace-covered chest. You felt the surface of his hot tongue dip against your cleavage and swirl up your decollete before he started sucking hungry kisses into your skin.

No time was spared in disrobing you to reveal your tight set of strappy, sensual lingerie, a deep crimson against your gorgeous skin. The red mesh lined across your breasts and mound did little to cover the perkiness of your nipples and the sheen of arousal in the place Jay wanted to taste you the most.

He squeezed your breasts, continuing his trail of kisses down your smooth, soft torso with a dimming look in his eyes. Your soft chuckle turned into a gasp when Jay suddenly parted your knees with a firm hold and pressed his tongue against your mesh-covered slit, tasting the sweet excitement you'd been hiding from him since he stepped into the penthouse.

"Oh—"

The steam rolling off the water paired with the champagne on an empty stomach already made you lightheaded, let alone how Jay started working his tongue over your swollen pussy.

"That's perfect, baby," You praised him, lifting your hips off the ledge so he could remove your panties, although they were lovely on you for the moment.

He determined long ago that your body laid bare was something to be worshiped altogether.

"You're perfect," He emphasized with a gentle kiss against your clit, followed by a messy lap of his tongue down to your slit and back up to capture your clit once more.

Your breath shuddered, eyes shutting with your head tipped back to focus on the incredible sensations of Jay's lips and tongue— his skills never disappointed you. He did his share of messing with you as well; the circles over your nub would grow lazy, and the thrusting of his tongue, shallow, until you slid your hands through his hair, bucking your hips for more.

A glint in Jay's eyes appeared; he relished how you tugged on his strands for a bit longer, and then he indulged you.

His thumb firmly but gently rolled over your clit with swift expertise while he buried his tongue deep into your plush insides, ready to savor the taste of your release. You counted the few seconds you could hold out until your insides clenched and pleasure pulsed outwards towards the tips of your fingers and toes.

"Fuck— M-Mmn, Jay!"

The orgasm Jay gave you was blinding and debilitating as if syrup was released into your veins, making you feel completely euphoric.

With each jerk against his face, you spilled more onto his tongue— could feel him wiggle his wet muscle even deeper as he sought after every drop. He knew that for as lavish a lifestyle you loved to live with him, you still never liked to waste.

Even as you were trembling through the aftershocks of your high, he slid two of his thick fingers into you and proudly dragged his heavy tongue around your puffy clit, his mischievous intent made clear.

He wanted to see you wrecked.

"Haah— Jay—"At the whiny sound of his name, he stroked your insides, building up the tension in your tummy once more and way faster than you could comprehend.

"Mm," Jay groaned against your clit with each kiss and suckle like he was enjoying every bit of you. The pads of his fingers rubbed at your sweet spot with vigor and quickly made you lose control of your limbs.

Jay heard your breath stutter as your thighs clamped firmly around his head. You haphazardly slid onto your back, head dangling off the marble ledge as he ruthlessly drew your next orgasm from your body.

"Oh god," You moaned helplessly, warm pussy pulsating around Jay's fingers as he fucked you hard with them, "A-Ah— Ahh!"

Your hole gushed more this time, squirting across his hand and coating his chin as he readily swallowed all of you. You tugged at your nipples and writhed in delight with each soft peck he placed on your sensitive skin.

Jay just adored seeing you so content after pleasing you to the fullest, or so you thought.

Not a moment later, he stood tall above you, and you let him pull you into his arms, hopping up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He held you against him firmly, letting you slide against his hard length trapped against your abdomen. The rain shower lightly misted down over your intertwined bodies.

"Guess you haven't lost your touch," You murmured, tracing your nails down his neck.

In two short steps, he slammed you back against the fogged mirror with enough force to send jolts of excitement through your body, but he cushioned the back of your head with his hand. Your heart thrummed against your chest, entrance already dripping with fresh arousal.

"Never," Jay kissed you hard, making you believe he meant it.

The wetness between your legs was evident as it mingled with his, "Feel free to divorce me the day I do."

"Jay, don't say that. I was just joking—"

"If there comes a day I can't make you cum all over me, I don't deserve you. That's a fact."

"Fine then, same goes for me."

He huffed, kissing your collarbone, "You don't ever have to worry about that."

You laughed and rolled your hips eagerly against his, "It doesn't make sense for you to hold only yourself to that standard."

He raised his head to look you in the eye seriously, "I know, I just… I'm not always there for you, although I want to be. Everything in our life is amazing, but… if we lose it all to something out of our control— I just want you to always be happy. With or without me."

Your brows rose in slight surprise at the combination of insecurity and vulnerability in his confession.

"I'm always with you, Jay. It's gotten tough before, and it'll get tough again, but that's what we signed up for the day we got married, and it's not ever going to deter me from wanting to be with you for life."

Jay seemed to be absorbing your reassuring words, the knot between his brows relaxing, a relieved smile forming on his flushed lips.

"Besides, you can't fail. You have me by your side," You reminded Jay confidently of your business track record, stealing a kiss from him.

He laughed, "I'm sorry for ever doubting you, my love."

"Again. If you're so sorry, prove it…"

You saw that he trusted your previous words like you trusted him with you in his arms, so he swiftly lifted you by the hips, his grip on your ass positively possessive, and sunk you down onto the blushing tip of his aching cock.

"Mmh, that I can do."

He kept you there, and frustratedly, you tugged down the straps of your bralette and unlatched the band, throwing it far over Jay's shoulder onto the floor. Jay's tongue found your hard nipples, flicking over them as you bounced on the tip of his cock, the moist sounds echoing off the damp walls.

"Jay, I swear to god if you don't—!"

Right then, he sheathed you fully on his cock, letting you feel the way he throbbed while you squeezed him tight. The moans you both let out sounded equally desperate; it was maddening.

"God— look at you, swallowing up my cock so easily even though it's been a few weeks. Been playing with yourself, haven't you? Making use of the dildo that I sent you the day I left?"

You blushed, thinking back to the nights you filled yourself to the brim with Jay's ridiculous yet genius idea of a customized dildo, and admitted the truth, "Maybe, but it doesn't compare to you."

"What do you mean? It's my cock," Jay smirked, hell-bent on teasing you even though it was his idea to give it to you.

Although they managed to capture each pulsing vein and even the curve of his cock…

"Can't feel it throb or get harder," You insisted, "It doesn't feel hot or—"

Jay thrusted sharply, causing you to cry out in pleasure. "Or what?"

"Or reach deep enough—"

He drew closer, "And?"

"It doesn't fill me up with cum like you do." Your demure eyes, heavy with dew, pinned him in place as he noticed the longing in them.

"That what you want, my love? Want me to pump your sweet pussy full of my cum?"

"Fuck yeah," You gnawed on your lower lip with a breathy giggle.

With that, he pistoned his hips up into you even harder right as you tightened around his cock. Jay watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, getting lost in the heat of the moment, a sight he never tired of seeing. His balls ached with the urgent need to fill you up, so he pressed you against the wall, tightening his hold around you while his other hand found your sensitive little clit.

"Gimme one more then, sweetheart, c'mon," He encouraged, rolling his hips up into your heat while working his fingers 'round and 'round your sticky clit.

The entirety of your body shook immensely once more, your nails unintentionally clawing stripes of red across his shoulder blades at the overwhelming sensations bombarding you.

"I love you, ___," You heard Jay pant against your ear before letting go of the unbearable tension seizing your core.

Your cries of pleasure drove him to release, cock twitching as he filled you up with cum that spilled from your entrance with each thrust, punctuated by a deep growl.

"There," Jay pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and ground into you one last time, watching your eyes flutter, "My baby's stuffed to the brim with my cum..."

You hummed happily against his cheek, could feel him leaking out of you.

Jay slid your body back down into the comforting warm water as you caught your breath in his arms.

"Geez… I think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow morning," You admitted.

"I'd be more than willing to give you a little massage then."

"That sounds really lovely," Your lips curled into a smile as you stretched your arms overhead and wrapped them around Jay's neck, "Not so sure about relaxing, though."

"Why not both an invigorating massage and then a relaxing massage? One after the other, no extra charge?" That roguish smirk of Jay's was back again.

"Two for the price of one?" You feigned a curious peek at him. Your husband's smile had gone soft.

"Only for you, my love."

You gave him a pointed look, "And the price is?"

"You stay for my three-course breakfast afterward." He watched your eyes grow big in excitement, seeing that he hadn't had the chance to cook a homemade meal for you in months.

"So long as it's breakfast in bed," You couldn't help but beam up at him.

"You read my mind," Jay licked at your lips for permission, and you slid your tongue against his in kind.

Jay locked his lips with yours for a deep yet present kiss, one that expressed much more than mere words ever could— and when he slowly pulled back, he could see his future reflected in your eyes just as he did on the day he married you; him by your side, for as long as you'd have him.

A forever earned.

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pancakes4two · 2 years

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surprise surprise… here’s a part 2 for private!y/n 🫶🫶🫶🫶 thank you for all the love on the first blurb and for leaving so many sweet comments!

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harryleaked leaked photos from harry’s rumored girlfriend’s instagram.

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rollingstone What is it like navigating relationships as the most wanted man in the world?

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vg715 · 4 months

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Welcome to my Good Omens brainrot corner!

This is where I post my Good Omens comics and art.

FYI: None of my stuff is ever graphically explicit (because I am pretty much Damsel Aziraphale). But some jokes are a bit mature or there's implied mature stuff going on. I'm not sure about the level here on Tumblr yet, so sometimes I mark the posts as Mature even though it mostly relates to the actual text.

This is what I do (all of it GO related):

Silly comics based on my life:

The accidental text 1-2: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708791039787008/the-accidental-text-part-1?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738983974855213056/the-accidental-text-part-2?source=share

The accidental call 1-2: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/740048044499877888/the-accidental-call-part-1?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/740415852633063424/the-accidental-call-part-2?source=share

Aziraphale's gift: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708379680292864/celebrating-terrible-gifts-everywhere?source=share

The first (and last?) Simtation: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/741694816056967168/the-first-and-last-simtation?source=share

Aziraphale’s Valentine’s Card(s):

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/742321231847620608/aziraphales-valentines-cards?source=share

Crowley’s date 1-2:

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/745571538563203072/crowleys-date-part-1?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/745935627496964096/crowleys-date-part-2?source=share

Movie remakes (also silly):

Dirty Dancing: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738707926868443136/nobody-puts-angel-in-a-corner?source=share

Atonement: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738707805037608960/atonement?source=share

Fluff (yes, silly):

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708237379092480/have-some-fluff?source=share

Christmas fluff (and it's silly):

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/739704143267168256/please-lets-pretend-its-still-christmas?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/739497905085448192/merry-belated-christmas?source=share

Easter fluff (and it's silly):

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/746384002759409664/fluffy-easter?source=share

Romantic comics:

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/742853465795166208/on-seconds-and-firsts-part-1?source=share

Song collages (here be angst and drama):

R.E.M.: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/740950412425838592/losing-my-religion?source=share Bruno Mars: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708113997398016/anyone-up-for-some-wallowing?source=share The Cure: https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708021347270656/doing-my-part?source=share

Absolutely no research Roman AU (parts 1-2 currently, but ongoing! The tone is trope:y, cheesy and dramatic):

1 https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708522192207872/happy-roman-holidays?source=share 2 https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/738708677500993536/more-cheesy-roman-au?source=share

3 https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/741220959229460480/roman-cheese-part-3?source=share

Other:

https://www.tumblr.com/vg715/742296936687796224/happy-valentines-day?source=share

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens brainrot #ineffable husbands #azicrow #fluff #good omens fanart #good omens broke me #good omens au

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willowisapillow · 2 months

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🐉 Next Time On South Park Z 🐉

The couple of all time 💝

Here it is, the true (super belated) Valentine’s Day picture. Yet another cringe crossover absolutely nobody asked for yet I deliver because I can. Apologies if I’ve been posting way too much South Park stuff, it’s yet another franchise that I’m currently unhealthily hyper-fixated on. Enjoy some more Randy and Sharon appreciation art from me, because these two dorks are just everything to me <3

This was also made as a small tribute to Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball after I found out that he passed away earlier this month on March 1st. Even though I’m a casual fan of the series, still makes me sad that he’s no longer and that we lost another anime/manga legend.

This whole art became a thing based on a phone call between me and one of my older brothers. We were just talking about random dumb stuff and he jokingly asked me to draw Cartman as Naruto and Kyle as Saskue (which is an art project that y’all know damn well I’ll be drawing in the future so look out for that lmao). I just started laughing to myself, but then I thought to myself, “What other anime could I cross over with South Park?” then Dragon Ball popped up in my head all of a sudden, and that’s how this cringefest came to be.

I can kinda see some connections with it, tbh. Both Goku and Randy are dumbass but funny as hell dads (they also have black hair), and both Chichi and Sharon are no-nonsense moms who are often exasperated by their hubbies’ idiotic actions, but do love them deep down and have shared some wholesome cute moments together with them. Both series also feature a lot of fighting and deaths too lol

And since it is the year of the dragon, this pic is pretty fitting :>

I thought I would take forever with this picture because a. I’m total garbage at drawing realistic-ish, non-animal guy characters, and b. I don’t draw side-view faces that much, but surprisingly it wasn’t too hard. I did get kinda lazy with the lower half of Randy’s body and didn’t draw it, but besides that, the whole art was pretty easy. Minus drawing the hands. Because Jesus tap dancing Christ, the hands took me lightyears to get right 🙃

All in all, this might be one of my favorite 2024 pieces of art I’ve drawn so far. Again, these two are special to me, and I finally got the chance to cross over some of my favorite things, cartoons and anime. Maybe I might draw Stan and Wendy as Gohan and Videl in the future as a little follow-up ^^

Also, the mental image of Randy going Super Saiyan is just the funniest shit to me, istg someone needs to make fanart, an animation, or some other sort of meme of that 💀

That’s all that I have for now. Hope you guys have a great day or night, and make sure to stay safe out there.

Farewell, Toriyama. May your memory and legacy live on 😇

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limjaeseven · 3 months

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Sacrifice

Pairing: Hongjoong X Yeosang

Genre: Fantasy, Angst

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Death, use of guns, supernatural violence, extremely inaccurate vampires, bad worldbuilding

Word Count: 2,664

Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.

[a/n]: Written for the @pirateeznet Secret Admirer Event (I'm only technically a day late!). I got @potatomountain and I want to express my sincerest apologies to you, love, for my inconsistent contact, my inability to engage with you a ton for this event and whatever this fic is. I've never written fantasy before but I really wanted to try for you. If you like this I'd love to write you a sequel to compensate. Fingers crossed you have a fun time. Happy (belated) Valentines!

Border guard was not the role Hongjoong had thought he’d land up in when he signed up for the army but it had been his good skills and bad luck that had gotten him there. He’d always had good aim growing up and his father, a military man himself, had wanted him to continue his legacy so it was only natural for him to take an interest in the armed forces.

He was the best shot in his squadron and soon was promoted to a sniper. Just as they were about to be deployed abroad for a routine tour, chaos broke out at the border and their team was chosen to be sent in as reinforcements. That meant Hongjoong spent most of his time in a guard tower, his rifle aimed at a wired fence and forested terrain that separated his own nation from their neighbours.

His superiors hadn’t told them much about what exactly was going on, the news channels not offering any more information than they already knew. A few soldiers had been found dead near the border while out on their night duty. The bordering nation had good relations with Hongjoong’s own so the attacks made no sense. The neighbouring army had taken no responsibility for the action, pinning it on non-state actors.

Tension was high at the historically peaceful site and it had put the two allied nations at odds with each other. Hongjoong should have cared about it all, but he just resented the fact that the time he could have been spending abroad was wasted away in isolation. The person nearest to him was a guard tower over, who he could only talk to through a walkie-talkie and even that was restricted given the high alert status they were in.

And so days turned into weeks, every evening he’d swap in for his squadron mate for his shift, sitting alone for hours with a small pack of rations till mid morning, when he’d get to retire to his tent for some sleep.

There was no movement once the reinforcements came, so they thought that either the enemy had been scared away or was waiting. An offensive operation was being discussed with the armed forces of the neighbouring nation to try to root out the people behind the attacks. Hongjoong continued to not care, and wished for the crisis to come to some sort of end so that he could be doing anything else but this.

It all changed one night, though. About a month into their mission, Hongjoong had been trying to pick something to eat when he heard the fence rattle. He quickly sat up, using his binoculars to figure out where the sound was coming from, but everything had fallen silent once again.

He tried to look for the guards that were out on patrol and saw one of them fallen on the ground and the other seemingly floating in the air. Throwing his binoculars down, Hongjoong aimed his rifle at the man, the scope focusing on the soldier whose feet were off the ground, head tilted to one side and no one around him.

Hongjoong tried to think of something to do. His instinct was to signal to the guard in the other post but he didn’t have the time, so he imagined what a man would look like if he were holding the soldier up and took his shot. Immediately the man fell to the ground and the fence rattled, then there was silence.

Scrambling for his walkie-talkie, he called to the other guard but there was no response from him. He couldn’t just sit there, so he rushed down from his post, looking for someone to report to, but everyone had fallen into a deep slumber that he couldn’t wake them up from. The camp looked dead except for him.

Reaching for the handgun on his side, Hongjoong slowly made his way to the fence. The first soldier he saw seemed untouched, but clearly dead. His body lay limp with no pulse or breath. He crawled his way over to the other guard, whose limbs were twisted from the fall. His head lay turned to one side, neck covered in blood pouring out of two big punctures in the skin.

He was so shocked by the sight that he barely had the time to react to the sound of the fence rattling again, and everything went black.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in a seemingly endless room. The decor looked nothing like what was local to either his nation or the one neighbouring it, as if he’d been teleported halfway across the world. Large windows decorated the room but they painted pitch black, the only light coming from large crystal chandeliers that nursed candles that shed flickering light onto impeccably polished marble floors.

Hongjoong’s head hurt and he could barely move, his hands and feet bound to the chair he was seated on. He was still in his fatigues, seemingly unharmed. “You’re awake?” A deep voice called out from behind him. He jerked in his chair as he tried to turn behind to see who it was but the high backed chair meant he had a limited range of view.

Footsteps echoed through the space as the person crept up to him, growing louder as they grew closer. And then he saw him, and Hongjoong felt his breath stop.

The man in front of him was almost paper white with how pale his skin was. He was dressed in the most extravagant suit Hongjoong had ever seen, covered in gems that glittered with every movement. He looked like royalty, with a face to match. Sharp eyes paired with soft lips and the gentlest of smiles.

“I’m Yeosang,” he said, and that’s when Hongjoong noticed the two sharp canines in the man’s mouth. He racked his brain for an explanation. This had to be a joke. Maybe he had fallen asleep at his post and he was dreaming.

But the ice cold touch of the man’s hands on his skin couldn’t have been a dream, that much Hongjoong knew. “What’s your name?”

“Hongjoong,” he managed while flexing his ankles carefully, trying to find a way to escape his binds.

“You saw me there, didn’t you?”

“Not really,” he said, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard the fence rattle and I saw one of our men floating above the ground so I tried to shoot whatever was behind it. But I saw nothing there.”

“Interesting,” the man muttered. “You should have been asleep. Why weren’t you?”

“How would I know? And who are you? Where am I?”

“Oh, naive humans. You’re endlessly fascinated by us but you don’t know who we are?”

“That’s not possible.”

“But it is.” The man clapped his hands and a man walked into the room, smiling at Hongjoong before standing still and tilting his head. The man in the suit stood behind him, shot Hongjoong a wink and sunk his teeth into the man’s neck.

Hongjoong didn’t know if he felt horrified or fascinated at the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. For minutes the three of them stood there quietly as blood pooled around the man’s teeth and his eyes glowed.

Finally, the pulled his teeth out and wiped them clean with his tongue. The man who came in gave a little bow and walked away the way he’d come in.

“I’m Prince Yeosang. I rule a world very different from your own.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry your little head about it,” he said. Hongjoong should have felt patronised but the tone was so polite he couldn’t feel angry at all.

“What we need to figure out is what to do with you.”

“Do I have to ask or will you just explain it anyways?”

“Oh shush. Your world and mine live in the same place, and the same time, just one can’t see the other. We didn’t even know the other existed for millennia but a few centuries ago, my kind figured out how to get to yours. It didn’t go well. We became addicted to feeding on you and it threatened to destroy the barriers between our worlds, and with it, your entire kind. There were a lot of fights amongst us on what we should do, and the side that wished for a peaceful coexistence won, but we had changed too much in that time.

We needed your kind to survive, so in a way we’d found our own destruction in finding you. So we started picking up a person here or there, just enough to sustain us. We kept them here, so that we wouldn’t have to keep going there. But that wasn’t enough. We realised that your kind wasn’t enough to keep us alive, but that each of us needed a specific one, one that had been changed by us all that time ago, the way you had changed us.”

“And what if you didn’t find that person?”

“We’d keep feeding on others, but we’d need more and more, and eventually it wouldn’t be enough and we’d fade. But if we found the right one, they’d change us as much as we changed them so we’d both stay alive as long as we were together.”

“So you were out there looking for your one?”

“Pretty much. I’ve looked far and wide and I’m fading fast. If I don’t find someone, then this world will go without an heir, and that could destroy the peace that’s held my world from ravaging yours.”

“Okay, so you need to find your blood soulmate or whatever. But what does that have to do with me?”

“Finding the one isn’t easy for us. There are billions of your kind out there. The only way to find out is by marking someone. If they’re the one, they’ll live.”

“So you go around killing people till you find this one?”

“No, not like that. We can catch a sense of them, but we can’t know exactly who it is. So it sometimes takes a few casualties. Fortunately your kind kills enough of your own that you hardly notice it.

Anyways, there’s a legend, that for sometimes, the connection between one of your kind and one of my kind is so close, that the barrier between starts to falter. My power can knock your people out because you have no immunity to it.”

“But I was awake,” Hongjoong mumbled. “Wait, so am I your blood soulmate?”

“If the legend is right, then you are.”

“What do you mean if it’s right?”

Yeosang shrugged. “It’s only happened a handful of times.”

“And?”

“They’re all gone because of unrelated reasons.”

“Unrelated reasons?”

“That’s not the concern here. If you’re my one, you can save your realm and my own.”

“And if I’m not, I die.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. But what other choice do I have?”

“If I agree to this, and I am your blood soulmate, then will I have to stay here for the rest of eternity?”

“You don’t have to, we just keep you here for your own safety. You can go back, I can come visit you for feeding when I need it, if you’d like. Our bond doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”

“Okay…” Hongjoong trailed off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to call the man in front of him a lunatic and run off, but somewhere deep down he knew he wasn’t lying. That this was the truth and he had to decide what to do.

At the end of the day, Hongjoong was a military man, and if there’s one thing he’d accepted when he’d joined the army, was that there would come a time when he’d have to lay his life down for his people. He never actually thought that day would come, but it had, and he wasn’t going to hesitate.

“You can do it.” Hongjoong said.

“What?” Yeosang asked, surprised.

“You can mark me. I can’t allow my people to get hurt.”

“You’re a very brave man, Hongjoong.”

“Or foolish, the line between the two is quite thin. Now can you please untie me?”

“Oh of course, my apologies.” Yeosang waved a hand and the restraints around Hongjoong fell on their own. He looked at them with wonder for a moment. He knew he was in for something weird but it was still odd to actually see it.

“How do we do this?”

“You just tilt your head to the side, I’ll do the rest.”

Hongjoong stood up and stretched a bit, trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. Looking Yeosang properly in the eye felt odd. Just moments before he’d towered over him, but now he felt like just a guy, a really pretty one at that. He’s about to either kill you or make you immortal, Hongjoong thought as he turned around to face away from Yeosang.

“Try to relax, this might hurt.”

“I might not last long enough to feel it,” Hongjoong couldn’t help but quip.

“Quiet, you’ll be alright.” He waited for the pain, but it never came. “I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean?”

Yeosang stepped away, looking away. “I don’t know. No one’s ever willingly offered themselves to me before, knowing that it could take their life. Every time I’ve done it, it’s been against your kind’s will, and I let myself believe it was for a good reason. But now I don’t know if I can think of it like that.”

Hongjoong was taken aback, “But it’s for both of our safety, isn’t it?”

“Part of it, yes, but I can’t lie and say that I didn’t do it selfishly even once. I don’t want to fade, not for my kind, but for myself.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, all of us want to live.”

“But you don’t.”

“Oh I do, but sometimes you have to accept that there’s more important things than that,” Hongjoong said. A part of him was sad that they’d met under such circumstances. There was a part of him that wanted to know Yeosang better, maybe find what’s hidden inside him.

“Your kind is fascinating.”

“We’re just human. Now get it on with, hopefully it’ll save more than the both of us.”

Cold fingers grazed his neck gently as his head was pushed to the side so that his cheek touched his shoulder. Soft lips brushed against his neck and Hongjoong felt a shiver run down his spine. A sharp pinch made him flinch but then it was all gone. He felt himself relax, his limbs go loose, and his fear drain away. He didn’t know how long he felt like that before he blacked out again.

When he woke up, he was back in his post, curled on the floor with his rations next to him and his rifle aimed out as usual. Hongjoong sat up quickly, checking his surroundings. Everything seemed to be fine. Maybe he did just fall asleep the night before and dreamt it all.

But he remembered firing his rifle. He looked at the bolt of the gun and placed his hand on the lever, taking a deep breath as he pulled it back.

An empty shell clattered on the floor.

#pirateadmirer #pirateeznet #ateez #ateez fanfic #yeosang #hongjoong #ateez angst #ateez fantasy au #mxm fanfic

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hilaritas-helianthus · 3 months

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For the fanfic request: CanLiet(Hws Canada x Hws Lithuania)please, something for Valentine's day it I not mistaken soon is gonna be Valentine's day

Have a great and wonderful day 💖✨️

Its my first time posting a fanfic like this, so I hope you like it!

⚠️Warning: Really sooming, soft and romantic.

CANLIET, love between nations. 🇨🇦🇱🇹

Another day of the annual meeting. A sigh escaped from Matthew's lips as he adjusted his tie knot in front of the mirror, something that at these levels was pointless since he knew no one would notice in the end... maybe today France would compliment him for looking good. He was absorbed in his thoughts as he made his way to the large hall where the world meeting of countries would take place.

In the other corner a distant country called Lithuania, Tolys was also heading towards the same destination. Their steps coincided in rhythm with Matthew's, although they were going in opposite directions, foreshadowing an unexpected encounter.

When Matthew and Tolys reached the door of the hall, both seemed immersed in their own affairs. However, suddenly and without realizing it, they placed their hands on the door handle at the same time, experiencing a shock of surprise that made them stare into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds.

An electric current ran through Matthew's body as he felt the contact of Tolys's hand, causing him to smile timidly but radiantly. However, his joy was overshadowed by sudden embarrassment as he realized the situation.

- Oh, sorry, excuse me. It wasn't my intention... I mean... we're here so close and... you caught me off guard - Matthew stammered, desperately trying to find the right words.

Tolys, for his part, was momentarily stunned by the unexpected encounter.

- Don't worry Matthew, it was an unusual encounter - he replied with a smile, trying to alleviate the tension.

Before they could exchange more words, they were interrupted by Kumanjiro, who impatiently urged them to enter the hall.

- The meeting is about to begin! It's not the time for you to be flirting, Canada! - exclaimed Kumanjiro loudly.

Matthew blushed violently at Kumanjiro's comment and looked at him with embarrassment.

- Who are you? - the bear asked, looking at Tolys, trying to change the subject and divert attention.

Tolys and Matthew looked at each other again with a mixture of surprise and amusement in their eyes. Immediately after, Matthew, after thinking for a moment, realized what had happened and was astonished to notice that Tylos had called him Matthew.

- Wait... Do you know who I am? - I blurted out, my eyes widening as I looked at him, trying to understand how he knew my name”.

I looked at him confused, not believing that he really knew who I was and could notice my presence in addition to Francis, Alfred, and occasionally Arthur.

However, before they could exchange any more words, the doors of the hall swung open wide, and the voice of Ludwig resonated in the air, calling on all the countries to take their seats to begin the belated meeting.

They took their respective places.

——

During the meeting, they tried to focus on the important topics and ignore the monotonous discussions that always took place at meetings, but their thoughts kept returning to that fleeting but significant encounter at the door.

After the meeting, Tolys looked for Matthew among the crowd and finally found him, sitting silently among the crowd talking energetically without noticing his presence. He found a tired and somewhat sad look in his violet eyes. Without thinking twice, he approached him with determination and offered him a smile.

- Hello again, Matt. It seems we crossed paths today in a very unusual way - said Tolys, trying to cheer him up and filled with excitement.

Matthew, upon seeing him appear among so many people, looked at him fixedly for a moment before nodding and smiling, still with embarrassment.

- A-Yes, it seems that life has mysterious ways of bringing people together.

Tolys interrupted him energetically before he could say anything else.

- You know... I would love to get to know you better, Matthew - Tolys responded, with enthusiasm.

Matthew felt immense joy upon hearing those words and what followed from the last part of the meeting was Tolys energetically introducing Matthew to the other countries that were his friends.

Finally, at the time of returning to their hotels, they exchanged phone numbers, promising to stay in touch.

———

As the days went by, Matthew and Tolys became inseparable. They spent hours talking on the phone, seeing each other to watch movies or for Matthew to tell him more about Canadian culture.

They discovered that they had many interests in common, and every time they met, it seemed like time stood still, there never seemed to be enough time to explore all the pending conversations. Despite doubts and obstacles, their connection only grew stronger with time, sharing laughs, stories from their past, and anecdotes about their families.

Over time, Matthew's shyness and trembling voice began to disappear, he no longer woke up afraid that Tolys or Kuma would forget about him. He became more confident in himself while Tylos tried to make him known among the Baltic countries by holding meetings in their hotels where they stayed.

There were many memorable moments, like the time when Matthew and Tolys walked together through the charming streets of a European city, illuminated by the lights of the night. They stopped at a small café, where they shared deep conversations and contagious laughter until the early hours of the morning.

There were times when they stayed silent and stared at each other, feeling that there was something important they needed to say, but they didn't dare. Still, they continued prolonging that conversation that had much to say since there was something between them.

———

But after sharing numerous outings together, the month passed quickly and Tolys had to return to Lithuania to attend to his political affairs and Matthew to Canada to see to his work matters. At the airport, the atmosphere was charged with emotion and silence as they bid farewell.

- I'm going to miss you a lot, Tolys - said Matthew with a choked voice, struggling to hold back the tears as he watched Tolys walk away towards his boarding gate.

Tolys looked at Matthew with tenderness, his heart heavy with the inevitable separation.

- I'll miss you too, Matthew. But we must return to our responsibilities. I promise I'll visit you in Canada as soon as I can - replied Tolys, trying to maintain composure and sound positive.

However, as they walked away in opposite directions towards their respective planes, a wave of regret and desperation invaded Matthew's heart, who was also heading to his plane.

Then he didn’t hesitate any more, he stopped abruptly and dropped his suitcase, determined to stop Tolys before it was too late.

- Tolys, wait! - shouted Matthew, running at full speed towards the boarding gate for Lithuania, dodging the crowd with determination.

Tolys, who had also dropped his suitcase abruptly and decided to reach Matthew as well, stopped upon hearing his name and immediately turned around, surprised, finding himself met with Matthew's desperate gaze as he approached him.

- Matt!, what are you doing here? - asked Tolys, confused by his friend's sudden appearance.

- I'm sorry, Tolys. I can't let you go without telling you this - said Matthew, breathing heavily from the race as now Tolys took his hand and looked him in the eyes intensely.

- What are you talking about, Matthew? - asked Tolys, intrigued by the urgency in his friend's voice.

With his heart in his throat and the words welling up from the depths of his being, Matthew knelt before Tolys and confessed everything he had been holding inside him.

- Tolys, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were someone special. I was very surprised that you were one of the people who noticed me despite being invisible to others…. I've been in love with you ever since, but I never had the courage to tell you. I love you, Tolys. I love you with all my being and I can't bear the thought of losing you without you knowing the truth - said Matthew, his eyes filled with tears and his face as red as Antonio's tomatoes as he looked at Tolys with hope and fear.

Tolys was breathless at Matthew's confession, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as he processed the words he had just heard, it seemed that only in his dreams had such a perfect scene been possible.

- Matthew, I love you too. I never thought I would fall in love like this, but here I am, completely surrendered to you. You are my light in the darkness, my reason to smile. I love you more than I can express in words maybe that's why I always remained silent without knowing how to tell you - replied Tolys, his eyes shining with tears of happiness and excitement.

And so, amidst the bustle of the airport and with the eyes of the world on them, Matthew and Tolys found themselves in an embrace that transcended time and space, united by the love they had found in each other.

Their hearts beat in unison as their hands did when they met for the first time, as they promised each other a future full of love and happiness.

——

After a prolonged kiss, their hearts were beating in unison and they could hear each other's breathing, their mouths were full and their lips wet after the emotion of moving in someone else's skin, after a small kiss full of feeling closed the moment, Matthew and Tolys slowly separated, with their hands still intertwined and eyes lost in each other. It was then that Tolys , with a shy laugh, noticed something special in the air, in the people, and the overly cheesy decoration of that day.

- Matthew, have you noticed the date today? - asked Tolys, with a gleam of astonishment in his eyes.

Matthew furrowed his brow slightly, confused by the question, but then his face lit up with understanding as he checked his watch.

- Its… oh! It's February 14th! - exclaimed Matt, his voice full of wonder and joy as he realized the significance of that date.

Tolys nodded with a radiant smile and releasing a joint laugh, feeling a comforting warmth flood his chest as they immersed themselves in the magic of the moment.

- Yes, it's Valentine's Day. What a wonderful coincidence that our encounter happened on this very special day - said Tolys, with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he looked at Matthew.

Matthew nodded with a smile, feeling a wave of love and gratitude towards Tolys and towards the destiny that had brought them together.

“I love you”

…

This is for: @madam-of-lithuania who made the request. Thanks you for requesting!🙌❤️‍🩹

I hope having more requests.

Romantic-little spicy final part added and edited from my dear friends Dani and Tana! (Las amo hermosas)

FT: Happy Valentines Day! I love you all~!

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bebepac · 1 year

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The Galentine’s Day Queens

First off thank you @peonierose for sending me a Valentine’s Day pic, that got this idea rolling. I was planning to write on one of the gaggle of series I should be trying to finish but up popped this little one shot. This really wouldn’t have happened if you haven’t sent that ask to me, so thank you. :)

It crosses TRR x Open Heart as it features Casey Valentine as a friend to Riley Brooks the TRR Character.

I used the quote from @choicesflashfics prompt 2: I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, than it wouldn’t.” which will appear in bold.

This also can be a submission for @choices-february2023 prompt for Day 13 Galentine’s Day.

The Book: TRR x Open Heart Pairings: None: All characters are single Word Count: 997 Warnings and Ratings: None: minus the curse words in the mood board. LOL Summary: Daniel takes Riley and their friends on a special night on the town as Galentines.

Original Post: 02/13/23 at 3:01PM EST.

“I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter that it wouldn’t.”

“Of course it matters, Von left. He left the both of us high and dry. Well not exactly dry, we’ve been covering his portion of the rent for months.”

“I didn’t think he’d really leave, or was serious, I mean just going to California without a plan? He has no money, no job, no place to live?”

“I know.”

“I need more stability in my life than what he attempted to provide, if you can even call it that. Things weren’t great between us for quite some time.”

“It’s true.”

Riley wiped away the tears from her eyes and took a long sip from her drink.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying right now.”

“It’s because it’s the end of your romantic relationship with him. But it’s also the beginning of whatever else is out there for you, and something great is out there for you. Hell for all of us. But we won’t find it sitting inside this apartment, eating chips and queso all night.”

Riley leaned in and rested her weight on Daniel; he always had a way of making her feel better.

“Get dressed.”

“What? I thought we were staying in tonight?”

“Um what? Not on Galentine’s Day, we’ve got reservations. Put on something nice, and I’m talking top shelf nice. The girls are meeting us there.”

“Who all is going?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Riley pulled out the outfit in the back of her closet that she had found at a small shop that because of a small tear in the fabric, they were selling at a steal. She had decided to fix it, and it was clearly a smart idea. A dress that would have cost thousands, she got for a hundred, and now she was wearing it looking like a million dollars.

It’s a pity, she didn’t meet Him that night. But we all know a woman that “looks like a million dollars” wasn't the thing that would get His attention. He was looking for more.

“Is it too much Daniel?”

Daniel himself was wearing a very nice fitted suit.

“Wow, you look handsome!”

“And you’re beautiful, and we look perfect for where we’re going tonight. Our rideshare will be here in ten.”

On the ride over he watched Riley. For the first time in a few weeks after Von had left, she looked excited.

“Just so you know, I’ve been saving for this night for a while. I’ve put in the reservations almost six months ago. You’re not paying a dime. We won’t let you. It’s something special for you, because of the person you are and you’re always looking out and caring for everyone else, but yourself.”

“Daniel….”

“It’s true.”

“This already sounds like too much.”

“Think of it as a belated birthday, friendsgiving, and just because, all combined into one.”

They pulled to a stop, stepping out of the vehicle she gasped, slapping Daniel on the arm, causing him to feign pain but he laughed out loud.

“We’re eating at the Manhatta!!!”

“Hell yes we are!” Mia screamed, giving Riley a hug.

“You know we’re going to totally have to act like we’re part of the upper crust for the evening right?” Casey chuckled.

“Whilst getting out of our rideshare that the hubcaps don’t even match.”

“Hey now, at least we all had ‘drivers’ for the evening.” Riley joined in the joking around.

“Exactly, now ladies shall we go?”

Linked arm in arm they walked inside.

Daniel, as if he wasn’t already a gentleman, started by pulling out all the chairs for the ladies in his company.

Once menus and first wine samples were passed out, Casey glanced around the restaurant. It was quite the scene, couples as far as the eye could see, and then them.

“I feel like people keep looking at us.”

“Do you blame them? Whereas most of these men here only have one beautiful woman to gaze upon, I have three lovely ladies here for my optical delight. Girl, they’re just jealous, and trying to figure us out what’s going on over here. But you know, as the saying goes, there are three places you can stay for free?”

“In your own lane!” Riley giggled.

“Over there,” Mia chimed in.

“And out of my business.” Casey finished up.

“Okayyyyy!!!!”

Dinner was the most amazing appetizers and dishes they had ever tasted, and everyone cleaned their plates.

Before dessert was delivered, four boxes were given to Daniel to which he smiled and glanced around the table at his friends.

He gently clinked his glass, to silence the others at the table.

“We had all decided months ago that we would come out tonight and celebrate our wonderful friend Riley, who is always there for us, and is always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on if we need it, or a swift kick in the pants and give us tough love. We all know you’ve been a little down lately, and want you to know we’re here for you and appreciate you, for all that you are and who you are as a person. You can take this however you want to take this because in every sense of the words, it is true. You will find what you’re looking for, but more importantly, it will be more than just that, it will be exactly what you need.”

Riley’s eyes glistened with tears.

“Thank you, Daniel.”

“We all will. It’s what we deserve.” Riley pulled her friends into a group hug.

“But until then….” Daniel placed a box in front of each person at the table. “We’re The Galentine’s Day Queens. Put on your crowns.”

Each person put on their crown.

“I don’t know about you ladies, but I feel like dancing the night away.”

That’s exactly what The Galentine’s Day Queens did.

Daniel was also right about his declaration as six months later, Riley ran into Liam Rys, ACTUALLY, on the streets of New York City, and her life was forever changed.

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