#the chokehold these had on me is unreal

[grumpepper]

The real holy trinity, if you even care:

[thelonemockingjay]

Hozier :

"My peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake."

Also Hozier:

"I'd burn every soul I knew if I thought the fire was warming you."

[steelthroat]

I think the perfect man is actually the weird mix between Spencer Reid and Patrick Jane, with a hint of Castle playfullness.

Yes.

[softerhaze]

"show off your music" tag 🎧 using nGen

tagged by @cheesehair @paupelou @pleuro @yekkiz and @neishroom 💌 thank u babes 😙

everyone has probably done this already but! i tag @tartiish @kingfakey @futurelabs @stinkrascal @minamill and @goldenwaves

[maniacace]

and if I say Star by Mitski is Byler from Will's POV

[chronicowboy]

this is how i look listening to unreal unearth btw

[ambivartence]

Wolf by Exo & Wolfgang by Stray Kids!

hahaha i see what u did there! i love both and exo wolf is so iconic, but i became a stay right after kingdom so wolfgang holds a lot of precious memories for me, especially seeing their ot8 performance of it when hyunjin finally came back <3

> send me 2 songs and i'll tell you which one i prefer <

[strangedisciple]

justice theme!!

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: K-Pop Demon Hunters has me in a chokehold and I have so many ideas floating around in my head but I’m really bad at actually writing and executing them. But I had to write something to help with this fixation. Also, I don’t know how the Honmoon works. Like, can anyone alter or control it after some training? Do you need to be born with a certain predisposition? So, I kinda just made some stuff up.

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

Edit: Now has Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5! Part 6! Part 7!

‼️SPOILERS FOR KPDH‼️

“Okay, you guys are just going down there, right? I’m gonna go pick up some groceries,” You tell the three girls in disguise.

“Thanks, (Y/n)!”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks, (Y/n).”

Sighing, you wave over your shoulder as you separate from the girls. You managed their wardrobe and visuals, you were able to take the vague ideas in their heads and their music and bring them together in stunning visuals while maintaining their individual styles and own input.

But, you were also Rumi’s twin sister. You grew up alongside her under the guidance of your Aunt Celine. You trained with her, learning to fight, dance, and sing with her. However… You were never able to tap into the Honmoon like her or Mira or Zoey.

Which meant you couldn’t debut with your sister or help her with the Honmoon. All you could do was support her and the other girls how your Aunt Celine taught you: Cover up, keep your patterns hidden, cook for them, clean for them, make sure they always look beautiful, no fractures or faults in their image. And no faults of your own must ever be visible either.

You love your sister, there was never any doubt about that. And you love Mira and Zoey too, they were practically your sisters too. But you couldn’t help but feel… invisible and jealous sometimes. You wanted to perform too. Just once.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a smooth, male voice and a colorful flier being held out to you. Looking further up, your eyes widened and your face warmed at the sight of such a handsome guy right in front of you. You were no stranger to beauty working in the idol industry, but wow. Soft, black hair, warm brown eyes, clear skin and a soft smile. Your heart couldn’t help but skip.

“Uhm, I’m sorry,” You shook your head, trying to focus on listening to what the boy said. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, your face still hot, “Can I help you?”

He smiled kindly, “My friends and I are having our debut performance this afternoon just a street over. We’d love for you to come watch and support us.”

Flustered by his charm and his beauty, you took the flier from him. “The Saja Boys…” You read. Looking around, you tried to spot the rest of his group.

You were startled when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulders. Actually, make that two arms.

Looking up, two more gorgeously unreal guys were on each side of you, an arm around each of your shoulders. One was a buff beauty with shorter magenta hair in a yellow beanie, his shirt hanging on for dear life. The other had longer pink hair that framed his face in a heart shape.

“That’s right,” the long haired guy smiled on your left.

“We’re the Saja Boys,” the buff guy on your right smirked. The two boys spun to slide into place on each side of the black haired guy, the three posing. “I’m Abby,” the muscle man posed, flexing which caused his shirt to strain.

“I’m Romance~” He blew a kiss at you.

“And I’m Jinu,” the black haired guy winked, smiling which made your heart pound all that harder to be the center of attention of three gorgeous guys. “We also have Baby and Mystery who are passing out fliers somewhere as well.”

“Right here, boss.” Oh great, more hot guys to make your heart explode.

A mint haired guy looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he walked past, joining the other three with a cool air. Another guy with long, pastel hair that covered most of his face walked past as well. Did he just smell you…? Was he purring…?

Oh boy. These boys were gonna give you a heart attack at this rate. Your heart was racing and you felt so flustered and awkward having their attention. “Uhm, wow, sorry, I’ll try to be there to support your debut! If you’ll excuse me,” You gave a small bow. Escape. Too many hot guys.

“You promise, sweetheart?~”

Your face flushed darker and you hurried away faster, “Y-Yup! See you there! Good luck!” You had groceries to get.

After getting enough groceries for you and the Huntr/x girls, you checked the time and noted that you had time to see that debut performance. The girls hadn’t texted that they headed back yet so they must still be at the doctors. Carrying the bags, you walked over to the other street, which was only a little more crowded than usual.

It seemed like you were just in time as a cloud of pink smoke grew in the middle of the street. You got closer as music started to fill the street and from the smoke, the five boys appeared.

“Don't want you, need you~ Yeah, I need you to fill me up~ 마시고 마셔 봐도~ 성에 차지 않아~ Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)~ You could be everything that~ That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)~ Every sip makes me want more, yeah~” The black haired guy, Jinu, seemed to take the main vocals. The song was so bouncy and catchy that you couldn’t help but bounce your shoulders as the crowd grew around you. You got pushed to the front of the crowd and blushed as Jinu winked at you. You blushed, holding your groceries tighter.

“You're all I can think of~ Every drop I drink up~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~ Cool me down, you're so hot~ Pour me up, I won't stop~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~”

Okay, Huntr/x would always have your whole heartfelt support as your favorite group, but the Saja Boys were also really good… Like, if you weren’t Rumi’s sister, you might’ve jumped ship…

You were just a girl after all…

You blinked when some of the boys started blowing kisses into the crowd, launching hearts out of thin air. If they were just debuting, how’d they afford such great special effects…? These boys must’ve worked hard.

At least you thought so until you saw a flash of demon patterns and eyes on some of the boys.

You gasped. Were they… like you and Rumi? Part demons? Wait, no, they can control their demon features, you and Rumi can’t. No matter how much you tried to hide the growing patterns inching across your skin, it never worked. All you could do was cover up with long sleeves and pants.

They were just performing though. The girls would probably kill them as soon as they could once they caught wind of this demon idol group, because demons were all evil, emotionless creatures… But, if they were just demon guys performing because they wanted to perform, if they were nice demons, then wouldn’t that help prove that it was okay for you to live too…?

They helped the girl at the corn dog stand and gave those stressed kids some gifts, and they didn’t try to suck a soul once.

Your heart pounded, not just with how attractive the five were, but with hope.

The performance ended as the boys took their final poses before taking a moment to wave and send kisses into the crowd. As you scanned the group of boys, Romance sent you a flying kiss, Abby flashed you some finger hearts, Jinu’s smile widened at you, Baby raised an eyebrow at you, and Mystery gave a head nod.

What were you supposed to do now…?

[rmerox]

all i've ever known from hadestown

the song of achilles by madeline miller // de selby (part 2) by hozier

[luvrgeorge]

TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE | g. clarke, w. lenney

summary: you somehow end up in a hotel room after a party, tangled between will and george.

warnings: mature (mdni), dom!will, soft!george, threesome

wc: 2.8k

a/n: the chokehold both of these men have me in is ridiculous i needed to write this

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you don’t know how you got here.

one second you were at the party — bodies packed tight, music shaking the floor, the bitter-sweet burn of alcohol still on your tongue. you remember laughter, a flash of george’s smile across the room, the way will leaned in close to whisper something, his voice all warmth and suggestive. their eyes kept finding yours, like gravity.

and now?

now you’re falling into a hotel room, the door slamming shut behind you. your back hits the wall, and george’s lips crash into yours, hot, demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey and want. will is behind you, his mouth pressing to the side of your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch. their hands are on you, all over you, fumbling and greedy, like they’ve been holding back for too long and can’t bare to anymore.

shirts are peeled off, your dress dropped to the floor, shoes kicked aside without care. you’re tangled in limbs and heat, every movement sending a fresh wave of tension skimming through your nerves. fingers trace bare skin, palms slide over ribs, nails scratch lightly down spines. you’re left in nothing but underwear, breathless and aching, before toppling into the bed in a mess of skin and want, george beneath you, warm and solid, will pressed to your back, his hands already wandering again.

george is looking up at you like he’s never seen anything like you, like you’re something unreal. his hands grip your thighs, guiding you over him, while will trails kisses along your shoulder, fingers sliding over your stomach, slow and teasing.

will’s hands were everywhere — mapping you out like he had all the time in the world, like touching you was the only thing that mattered. his fingers traced your waist with agonizing slowness, dipping under the waistband of your thong, tugging it down inch by inch. he let it fall to the floor, discarded with the rest of your clothes.

you felt the air hit your skin, bare and vulnerable now, the heat of their bodies making you feel even more exposed. instinctively, your legs began to press together, a shy reaction to the weight of their attention. but will didn’t allow it — his strong hands slid down, gripping your thighs firmly and prying them apart, wide and open for him. the sound he made — low and rough in his throat — sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

‘god, so fucking wet for us, so fucking needy’ he groaned, low and smug.

then his mouth was on you.

you gasped, the sound breaking into a moan as you clutched at george’s shoulders. george swallowed your sounds with a kiss, slow and deep. his hand came up to your cheek, brushing your skin with the lightest touch, grounding you even as will pulled you apart with every flick of his tongue.

your hips bucked against will’s mouth, the wet heat of him consuming you, licking into you like he couldn’t get enough. he groaned against you, the vibration making you cry out again, louder this time, desperate and raw. your hand slid down george’s stomach, finding the waistband of his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over him. you palmed him through the cotton, feeling the thick, heavy length of him twitch under your touch, aching for more.

george hissed between his teeth, his eyes dark, jaw clenched, but he let you touch him, let you take your time. his hand tangled in your hair, not pulling, just holding, steadying himself.

then will’s fingers joined his mouth — two digits slipping inside you without warning, stretching you open, curling in just the right spot that made your back arch and your lips tear from george’s in a strangled gasp. you felt full, overwhelmed, will’s mouth still working you as his fingers pumped in and out, slow at first, then faster, curling perfectly with every thrust, his palm pressed against you, rubbing where you needed him most.

you couldn’t think. you couldn’t speak. your body was trembling, caught between them — george’s hands now sliding down to your waist, grounding you, while will dragged you closer to the edge with every stroke, every flick of his tongue, every wet sound echoing in the quiet, breathless room.

‘george, do us a favour and shut her up, will you,’ will muttered, voice low and rough, his breath hot against the back of your thigh. it wasn’t a request — more like an order, half growled into your skin.

george didn’t say much. he just nodded, quiet and focused, shifting up the bed. his movements were careful, never rushed — always gentle, like he was afraid to startle you, even now. he leaned down and kissed you, slow and sweet. then he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, one hand stroking your cheek.

‘you okay?’ he asked, voice soft like velvet.

you nodded, already reaching for him. your fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. he lifted his hips to help, and when you finally freed him, you gasped. his cock sprung up, hard and heavy, slapping against his stomach with a solid sound that made heat pulse low in your belly.

you wrapped your hand around him, slowly. he was thick, warm, already leaking, the tip flushed deep pink. you looked up at him, your breath shaky. he looked down at you like you were the only thing in the world worth seeing.

you leaned in, lips parting as you kissed the tip first — soft, wet, slow. george let out a low breath, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. he didn’t push. he just held you there, thumb stroking behind your ear, whispering, ‘that’s it… take your time.’

you opened your mouth and took him in, slowly, inch by inch, your jaw already beginning to ache around the stretch of him. he was big, and your throat protested, but you wanted to do it — wanted to give him everything. you sank lower until you couldn’t anymore, then pulled back, starting a slow rhythm.

george groaned, his head tipping back, muscles in his stomach tightening. his other hand brushed your cheek, not guiding — just touching. ‘god, you’re so beautiful,’ he murmured, like it was something that kept slipping out of him without meaning to.

behind you, will laughed, low, rough, dark. ‘beautiful and filthy,’ he said, his voice full of something feral, like he loved seeing the contrast. you, on your knees, mouth full of george, thighs still trembling from his fingers and mouth.

your moans vibrated around george’s cock, and he hissed, hips twitching. still, he didn’t force anything, he just guided, letting you set the pace, eyes locked on yours like he couldn’t look away. behind you, will’s fingers dragged lower again, cruel and perfect, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that slipped from your throat, muffled by george’s length.

your hips buckled hard, back arching as pleasure tore through you like a wave breaking wide open. will’s fingers never let up, still curling deep inside you, slick and relentless, coaxing every last tremor out of your body. you came hard around him, thighs shaking, breath catching in your throat, moaning, helplessly, around george’s cock.

george let out a sharp gasp, his head falling back against the pillows, his hand tightening in your hair but never pulling. he was overwhelmed, undone by the way your mouth trembled around him, by the sounds you made as you fell apart. the way you looked — flushed, wrecked, perfect.

‘that’s it, love,’ george murmured, voice thick with awe, barely holding himself together. ‘you’re doing so well… you’re incredible.’

behind you, will let out a satisfied groan, his tone completely different — rougher, darker, laced with something almost possessive.

‘fuck, look at you,’ he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly out of you, coated in your slick. ‘so messy for us. filthy little thing.’ he brought his fingers to your lower back, watching the way you trembled. ‘you like being used like this, huh? mouth full, dripping down my hand like you were made for it?’

you whimpered— george stroking your cheek with gentle fingertips, whispering soft praise, while will kept his hand firm on your hip, grounding you with the weight of it.

‘you’re perfect,’ george said again, eyes locked on yours, his voice full of something so genuine it made your chest ache. ‘so beautiful like this. taking care of us… letting us take care of you.’

‘she fucking loves it,’ will growled, his palm coming down on your ass in a sharp, stinging slap that made you jolt and gasp around george’s cock again. ‘she loves being our good little mess.’

your whole body was trembling now, pulled taut between george’s warmth and will’s fire, one soft hand threading through your hair, the other gripping your waist like he’d never let go.

‘you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you?’ will growled from behind, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against your back.

you could only nod at first, lips still wrapped around george’s cock, your mouth wet and aching, your body still trembling from the last orgasm. george groaned softly above you, his hand still in your hair, guiding but never forceful — patient, watching you like he was seeing something sacred.

will didn’t let your silence slide.

‘i need you to say it,’ he said, his voice harder now, laced with that sharp edge he never dulled for you. his hand came down to squeeze your ass, fingers digging in. ‘tell us what you want.’

you pulled off george just enough to speak, lips slick, jaw aching, voice shaking with need. ‘will… i want you to fuck me. i need you to. please.’

the sound will made behind you was all satisfaction and hunger — a dark, low groan, like you’d just given him exactly what he wanted. he shifted behind you, knees nudging your legs farther apart, one hand on your waist steadying you as the other guided his cock to your entrance.

you felt the head of him press against you, thick and hot, and then slowly, he began to push in.

inch by inch.

the stretch was intense, burning and perfect, and you cried out softly, head falling forward against george’s stomach. will grunted behind you, his fingers bruising your hips as he sank deeper, filling you to the hilt.

‘fuck… so tight for me,’ he muttered, voice hoarse, forehead dropping briefly to your back. ‘you’re taking me so well, like you were fucking made for this.’

you could barely breathe, caught between them, overwhelmed by fullness and heat and the weight of both their eyes on you.

will didn’t wait long — he started to move, slow at first, just enough for you to feel every thick inch dragging out and pushing back in, claiming you completely. your body rocked forward with every thrust, gasping, moaning, already unraveling again.

george lifted your chin gently, thumb brushing your cheek, eyes soft and dark with desire. ‘come back to me,’ he whispered. ‘you’re doing so good, sweetheart.’

he guided your mouth back to his cock, and you took him in again, moaning around him with every push of will’s hips, every deep thrust that had your body trembling.

will was relentless behind you, rough, hard, knowing exactly how to ruin you. but george… george kept you grounded, his touch tender, his praise constant.

‘look at you,’ george murmured, brushing hair from your face as you worked your mouth over him. ‘you’re so beautiful like this… taking us both. you’re perfect.’

‘she’s filthy,’ will groaned, thrusting harder now, the sound of your bodies echoing in the room. ‘our perfect little slut.’

your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed, mouth full of george, body full of will, and something deeper — something more — swelling in your chest.

george’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin, reverent even now. his cock twitched in your mouth, heavy and pulsing, and his voice came out low and breathless.

‘i’m ready, baby… you gonna swallow for me?’

his tone was soft, but there was something deeper in it, a kind of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you were here, doing this for him, letting him fall apart in your mouth.

you hummed around him, the sound sending a subtle vibration through his length, sliding your hand up to his thigh, your fingers gripping him tight, steadying yourself. the muscles there were tense, shaking under your touch, and he let out a broken moan, eyes fluttering shut.

that was all he needed.

his hand tightened in your hair — not rough, but firm, guiding — pushing you down just a little farther as his hips jerked forward. he came with a deep, guttural groan, his whole body trembling, breath catching in his throat. hot pulses spilled across your tongue, thick and salty, and you swallowed it all, not pulling back, not breaking eye contact.

he watched you the whole time, his eyes wide and glassy, like you’d just undone something in him that would never quite fit back together again.

you pulled off him slowly, lips wet, chest heaving. you swallowed again, and your gaze met his — open, raw, so full of something unspoken it nearly knocked the air out of you.

george reached for you immediately, his hand moving to your chin. his thumb swiped gently across your lower lip, catching what had slipped free. he didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. he just wiped it away with such careful tenderness that your breath hitched.

‘that’s my girl,’ he whispered, voice low and thick with affection. ‘you did so good for me.’

he leaned in, kissing the corner of your mouth, slow and unhurried, like he wasn’t thinking about what just happened — like he only cared about you. his hand cradled your face, still brushing your skin, soft and grounding.

you laid your head on george’s thigh, your cheek pressed against his warm skin, breath shallow and uneven. his fingers slipped gently through your hair, over and over again, slow and soothing — like he was trying to keep you tethered while will dragged you deeper into something wild and overwhelming.

behind you, will was still fucking into you — deep, punishing thrusts that made your body jolt forward with every snap of his hips. your moans came out in broken gasps, the sound muffled against george’s thigh, your fingers digging into the sheets just to keep from floating away.

then will’s voice came again, rough and low, full of heat and hunger.

‘you think you can handle us both coming in you?’

your body clenched around him at the words, and all you could manage was a soft, desperate ‘please.’

will groaned — deep and satisfied — the sound almost feral.

‘good girl,’ he growled, and then he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into you harder, deeper, relentless now. his grip on your waist tightened, holding you exactly where he wanted you, using your body like it belonged to him.

you cried out, eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed in the best possible way. the pleasure was too much, too sharp, too full, and it spilled over in the form of tears streaking down your cheeks, not from pain, not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of it all.

george noticed immediately. he sat up a little, his fingers brushing gently at your face, catching each tear as it fell.

‘you’re okay,’ he whispered, his voice soft and full of love. ‘you’re doing so good, sweetheart… so, so perfect.’

you turned your face just slightly into his hand, aching for the comfort of him even as will kept taking you apart behind.

‘you look so beautiful like this,’ george continued, leaning down to kiss your temple, his touch a balm against the wildness of what your body was enduring. ‘look at how strong you are. you’re amazing.’

will was still pounding into you, sweat slick across his skin, his voice now more ragged, more urgent.

‘fucking perfect,’ he grunted. ‘you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you? let us fill you up?’

you nodded, breath hitching, moaning out a yes that barely made it past your lips. your body was trembling again, held up only by will’s grip and george’s grounding presence beneath your cheek.

you were caught between the storm and the calm.

held. claimed. worshipped.

it wasn’t long before will’s rhythm started to falter — his thrusts turning uneven, rougher, less controlled. his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he groaned, loud and guttural, hips jerking forward one last time as he came deep inside you.

you cried out with him, your body tensing, back arching. the heat of him spilling into you was enough to send you over the edge again — your own orgasm crashing through you in waves. your hips buckled, knees trembling beneath you, breath caught in your throat as you clenched around him, wrung out and wrecked.

will cursed behind you, his voice raw.

‘fuck… you feel so fucking good.’

he stayed inside you for a moment longer, still panting, still grounding himself in the feel of your body. then, slowly, he pulled out, careful, watching the way you trembled beneath him.

you collapsed forward, boneless and spent, your head still resting against george’s thigh. but will didn’t go far. he crawled beside you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you gently into him. he pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder, the touch softer than his usual self, as though something in the moment had quieted him too.

george shifted, adjusting his position so your head slipped from his lap to rest against his chest. his arm came around your back, his other hand brushing sweat-damp hair away from your face. you leaned into both of them without hesitation, completely surrounded, fully held.

no one spoke for a long moment.

just the sound of breathing, heavy, slow, syncing together.

will’s hand stayed on your waist, fingers stroking your side absentmindedly. george pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring, ‘you were perfect, love. absolutely perfect.’

you let out a soft hum, your body still humming with aftershocks, but there was a peace now. the kind that only comes when every part of you has been seen, touched, wanted, and still held gently in the aftermath.

‘you okay?’ george asked quietly.

you nodded against his chest. ‘yeah. more than okay.’

will let out a low chuckle behind you, voice rough but fond. ‘knew you could take it.’

you smiled, eyes fluttering closed, warm between their bodies.

nothing more needed to be said.

masterlist <3

[puppsax]

MW art from Dec. The chokehold these two had on me psychologically was unreal.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Yessssss yes yes! He looks so proud of himself, how can people not laugh? He makes me laugh and I would just encourage his jokes just so I can see the sparkle in his eyes, he's probably so giddy smdmdndj he's so cute I wanna kiss him senseless

The only way Cyno's a top is a service top, I know just he'd meltttttt into a puddle of love especially when you praise him! Call him a pretty boy, call him the goodest boy in the world!

I just know you could make him cum from praise, he's so used to people looking at him with fear/apprehension, but you're different you've always smile at him and speak to him in such a gentle manner and he's gotta tug his helmet sometimes when you look at him with so much unfiltered adoration in your eyes.

I'm not saying that you've pulled him into a secluded corner to steal a few kisses, he pretends to be annoyed with it yet the way he leans into the kisses says otherwise (he's just lil shy, listen he's never really dated before). I just know that he loves forehead kisses and neck kisses too.

Definitely sensitive, cutie's used to roughness because of his job so gentle touches will drive him wild. Gentle caresses are gonna make him squirm and whine, so so so incredibly sensitive to gentle touches it's so cute watching him writhe.

He might have scratches on his back from a passionate night, honestly he doesn't notice them and had done his usual patrol the next day and was so confused about why everyone seemed off. This man smh 😔he's so dumb and I love it.

The way this man has me in a chokehold is unreal, I cannot wait until his next rerun that twink will be mine 😤

I'm sorry for rambling it's just I don't have anyone to talk about sub Cyno, people are cowards because this man is such a puppy. He's so damn loyal once he locks in a relationship.

-🐇

Okay sorry it took me a while to answer BUT I couldn’t bring it over myself to give an half-asset response to this beautiful beautiful thing.

First I totally agree, I don’t know how anyone could be intimidated by him. He’s literally so ahhhh, the same with xiao. I also headcanon that his abdomen or waist part is the most sensitive, cuz his waist is so cute and adorable and it would be soooo cute if he was really sensitive there. Like just grabbing his hips and caressing them gently gets him all flustered and squirming in your grasp. Some people wonder how you can date him without looking scared, but oh boy. Oh boyyyyy.

He wears so little clothing too! If you don’t like showing off, you have to be careful about where to place the hickeys. Cuz he wouldn’t even notice that they are there, just going on about his day while people are flabbergasted. But if you do like bragging about what’s yours, go for it and mark him up everywhere!! Even if he sees them, he’d love them too much and be too proud to cover them up. So what’s the big deal with everyone? It’s a well known fact you two are going out, why are they so surprised to see some teeth marks on his neck and shoulder?

Cyno is literally such a puppy, he’s suuuch an adorable little dork. It makes one want to see him blush 24/7.

Anyway, I approve of it. Though I don’t have him neither, havent logging in for quite a while. I can’t download the new update cuz I’m installing other gacha games to try them out and my storage has def seen better days 🫠

[tokoyamisstuff]

Time Is A Thief

Walter C Dornez x f! Vampire! Reader ...in which Walter feels insecure about his advance in age.

18+ | 2,2k. words | established relationship | angst | general smut warning | bondage elements

A/N: ask and you shall receive sis the chokehold this man had on me back in the day 😭😭unreal, you wouldn't believe

For storytelling purposes: Reader is in her 60's but subconsciously chooses to stay in a younger form (like 20's or 30's, whatever you prefer).

"Gotcha!" you cheer, descending from the ceiling in a pitiful attempt to surprise your lover. Yet it's basically impossible to caugh Walter off guard, even when he appears busy. He wouldn't even bother looking away from his current task, calmly raising a hand to reveal that his wires are already wrapped tightly around your neck. "You should never sneak up on an assassin, dear."

Dissolving into mist, you instantly materialize in front of him again, now free of his confinements as you playfully attack him with a tackle hug. "And you need to loosen up, my love."

The Angel of Death wordlessly returns the embrace, one hand absentmindedly running through your hair. He lets out an amused chuckle, satisfied that even though he's way past his prime, he's still your equal in power. "Well, well, well...how can I keep handling a fierce young lady like you are one?"

"You're the only one who can!" you retort with a sly smile on your face, which he gladly mirrors upon hearing the compliment. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No, I'm almost done. But I appreciate the offer." Not that you were a great help with paperwork either way, but it's the thought that counts, right?

You tiptoe around the massive office desk, sitting on the tabletop as you lean over provocatingly. "Sooo...I hope you can make time for your spouse later on?"

Walter barely reacts, but you know him long enough to notice the obvious irritation in his microexpressions. "Maybe I would, if you weren't so distracting..."

You let out an offended huff, hopping off the wooden furniture as he continues filling out several forms. "Why the bad mood lately?" The accusation was stated faster than your mind could catch up on, but it was burning on your tongue for a while now.

The butler's forehead creases at your words, his signature on the official papers blurring as he keeps writing. "I've got no clue what you're implying."

"I mean" you place both hands on either side of your hips, accentuating your insistance, "that with every single day your 70th birthday approaches, you get increasingly moody."

Now the cat is out of the bag.

Being his spouse for so many decades made even this reserved man an open book to you, but until now you had decided to keep quiet about his subtle panic of aging those past few years.

"Aging is a privilege, dear" you try to reason with him, but involuntarily making things worse. "Life only holds meaning because it's finite."

"How convenient" he murmurs sarcastically, and you're slightly taken aback by the angry gleam in his eyes. Usually he shows you nothing but kindness, aware of his darker side which only ever shows itself during fights against the occult. "That's an easy thing to say for an immortal being, isn't it?"

"...you know very well that I didn't choose to be this way." Regretting his harshness as he sees you getting upset, his tone gets more gentle now. He knows you have your own demons to fight, knowing that you were never able to give him child he so desperately wanted. "I'm sorry, my love. It's just..."

He lets his fingers trail across your features, taking in the ethereal beauty vampirism grants. It's been 50 years since he had freed you from that nazi laboratory - their priced experiment, the first successful attempt to create an artificial vampire. And yet when he looks at you, it seems like it was yesterday.

You are frozen in time, always preserving while he was doomed an ordinary human's fate.

This just wasn't fair.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you lean into his touch, coaxing him with an affectionate smile. "Darling, I haven't seen my own reflection in ages" you joke, tapping your own forehead. "And when it comes to mind, we're almost the same age. So what does it matter?"

"Because" and his voice is laced with frustration, "I'm a shadow of my former self, and I'll continue to wither. As I get older I get weaker, useless."

"Oh, Walter..." Your crimson eyes widen in shock at his words, asking yourself just how long he's been harboring those horrible thoughts of himself. "Do you truly think so lowy of me? I'm not that shallow."

"Of course not" he assures, "But that's not the point. I don't wish to become a burden to you."

"Please, don't say things like that..." Hearing him speak this lowy of himself, like he was only worth something as long as he's useful, made your long dead heart clench painfully in your chest. It was only natural, of course. His entire life had revolved around being of service and being adaptive to others.

You were probably the only person in his life that he could allow to be himself around, even if after all those years he still struggled to figure out who exactly that was.

With teary eyes you cup his head in your hands, guiding him down to your height until your foreheads touch. He reluctantly obeys, embracing you tightly as if you could disappear now that he bared this unsighty part of his soul to you.

"We made a vow: In prosperity and adversity, in sickness and health, until death do us part...and I do not plan on betraying this oath. Not out of obligation, not out of pity, but because I selfishly want to spend your entire life at your side!"

Walter lets out an aggravated sigh, pulling you even closer against his body. "This isn't about you, love. It's something I need to overcome myself."

"Incorrigible." You pout, making him chuckle a bit at your adorable display. "I'm your partner, at least let me try to support you..."

"You're doing more than enough just by being at my side, dear." He places a tender kiss on your knuckles, his eyes darkening with lust ever so slightly as his gaze wanders up and down your form, finally appreciating what he sees. "But if you insist...I have something in mind..."

Using one of his wires he cuts deeply into his thumb, the sight of his blood cascading down never failing to have a hypnotizing effect on you.

"Ohh..." you purr lowy, taking ahold of his wrist as you lead his bloodied finger to your mouth, beginning to suck eagerly without breaking eye contact. "I may be able to arrange that..."

The iron taste on your tongue wakes primal instincts, Walter's unique blood paired with his pheromones working like an aphrodisiac. You let out a delighted sound at the sensation, pecking a small kiss on the wound after you've had your fill.

In an instant you were lifted on the table again, your lover settling comfortable between your spread legs. His lips are practically glued to yours, only ever parting for small gasps of air while he takes his sweet time to take off your clothes. Each curve, each new speck of uncovered skin he relishes to the fullest, whispering countless words of sheer adoration under his breath.

You feel his wires wriggle all around your body, incising without actually breaking the skin. "Wrapped up so neatly for me" he banters, tugging them a bit tighter. "An early birthday present?"

Being so exposed and vulnerable always sent a rush of adrenaline through your body, but at the same time there came an oddly human part of shame and embarassment along with it. "No no no..." His voice is soft and laced with affection as he reassures you, one hand gently lifting your chin while the other disappears between your thighs. "Don't be shy. You're so beautiful, I sure am a lucky man."

The ropes pry your legs apart with ease, spreading them widely. It makes you feel like a doll he could move to his liking, but you trusted this man so deeply that you couldn't feel more comfortable in your own skin.

"Do you remember back when you were still a fledgeling vampire?" He reminices, fingers stroking across your folds, so close to a sensitive spot and yet too far away. You try to move your hips towards the potential satisfaction, but he won't give it to you that easily. "You were like an animal in heat sometimes. Needed to keep you tied up so you won't bite me in the act."

"Tha- ah!" He enters two fingers at once and scissors them inside, making you groan in pleasure. "Stop bringing up those old stories..." You narrow your eyes at him and he dwells in your defiance, well aware he'll make you wax in his hands soon enough. "Just curious if I can make you feel like that again."

Well, it was true, as you aged you became more...tame. In the bedroom as well, but that doesn't mean it's any less enjoyable. Nothing in the world could beat the intimacy of lovers that literally know each other inside and out.

"You alwa-ays drive me crazy...mhh..." Walter hums in approval, his fingers still inside of you. "If you think blood is an addicting essence you've clearly never tasted yourself..." That said he pulls them out, pushing the coated fingertips onto your tongue to prove his point.

He then kneels down in front of your exposed sex, murmuring against the skin of your inner thigh. "Look at me, love." His stare is intense as he kisses his way towards his goal, "I want to see what I do to you."

You cry out when his tongue presses flatly on your clit, his fingers quickly finding their designated location buried inside of you again. His wires are relentless, barely leaving room to move, but you twitch and buckle your hips at the overwhelming sparks of pleasure your core sends through your whole body. He eats you out like a man starving, knowing all your weak spots by heart while stroking himself with his free hand.

Obscene sounds fill the room, a mixture of wetness and moans and every noise you present to him is music in his ears. Well prepared he pounces on you in one swift movement, so fast you're not even able to register the brief emptiness before he buries himself inside of you.

You're almost dangling in the air now, only held in place by the thin wires that hurt just enough to amplify your pleasure. In that position he has access to you from all sides, his hands roaming every inch of your body and of course you're pliant to the touch.

Wrapping your hands around his neck you tug slightly at his ponytail, earning an amused groan in return. His motion slows down for a while, pulling out almost entirely before ramming himself down again several times.

You feel yourself coming close, the rhythm of his thrusts accompanied by how skillful he tends to your clit at the same time sending you over the edge with ease. Walter is right behind you, the sight of you unraveling in front of him a sight he'll never grow tired of.

He holds you as close as humanly possible, bodies suctioned together and indulging in the afterglow. It took you both a while to get down to earth again, still exchanging kisses and mellow carresses, unwilling to part just yet.

As always, Walter is quick to compose himself, straightening his clothes before cradling you in his arms, releasing you from the wires. "My my, always keeping me from doing my work..." he turns around to clean the mess as if nothing happened, quietly adding something about his "favourite distraction".

You laugh at first, but then your face turns serious, since is smile still didn't quite match his eyes and whatever was going on behind them. "Never doubt yourself ever again. Got it?"

When he turns back to answer however, all air is knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you, having shapeshifted to now appear like an elderly version of yourself.

Even like this, more than ever so, you're the most beautiful person he's ever set eyes upon.

"My life ends with yours, no matter how." Your voice is firm and sincere, oddly at peace with the severity of your insinuation. "I made that decision long ago already."

Walter shakes his head in disbelief, feeling unworthy of your loyality. It's so hard to not let the mask slip, you've always been able to peek through it anyways.

He knows talking you out of this foolish idea would be to no avail, and he doesn't even try to do so...

...because he already has his own plans, that would counterfeit yours either way. Decades ago he had prepared this ultimate treason, like an unimposing spider in the midst of it's net, just needing to pull the right wire to make it all collapse. And as reward he'll be granted eternal life, no - the chance of being able to care for you forever.

No matter the consequences, whatever horrid atrocities and sacrifices he'd have to make: You were all worth it and more.

Walter closes his eyes as he inhales your scent, pulse racing as he tries to not break under this crushing burden he put on himself.

"I'll promise we stay together until my dying breath."

[that-one-star-girl]

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Warnings: friends to lovers, mutal pining, smoking, wet dreams, confessions, oral (fem recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, passionate sex, quiet sex, praise kink, hair pulling, male + female orgasm Word count: 2.4k Genre: fluff + smut Summary: You and Dan are forced to share a singular double bed. Pairings: assitant!reader x actor!dan A/n: The Dan brainrot is unreal atm guys, so here is the one bed trope and my fic for the actual darling Dan. (Also i know i normally use a gif for my story banners, but i couldnt find of Dan with his longer hair :_( so instead i used that picture because it also has a chokehold on me) Proof read?: yes

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taglist: @beautifulthingsarefragile @fizzyfazzy420

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"First you have hair and makeup at 10, then immediatly after, we have the cast introduction hall where you go meet the other cast in your costume, because you just have to be in costume because it wouldn't make any differance to our lives whtether you were or weren't. Not like it makes my life any less stressful." You gave a small nervous chuckle to yourself as Dan watched you from the opposite in the limo with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Then once you have been there for ,jesus, two hours, then we are heading over to the convention center where you are doing an hour of photo ops, an hour of autographs and an hour long pannel. After that, we can head somewhere to grab food, before we head back to the hotel room where two nice big beds are gonna be waiting for us. And we can relax and sleep before another lovely long day tomorrow." You leg started to bounce as you stared down at the ipad in your hands with the schedule on it.

Dan sighed watching you before snatching the ipad straight from your hands, making you look up and try to grab it back off of him. "Daniel i need that do my job please." Dan gave you a stren look with his eyebrows raised, before you sat back and pouted, when he gave you that look he was telling you to chill out and listen to him. "Dear, you have been staring at that ipad all morning, you've had the schedule sorted for an hour yet you keep saying it out loud, so for the last half an hour of this journey, your gonna be my friend and not my assistant ok?" You sighed glaring at him before crossing your arms and muttering "Fine." He smiled and put the ipad down before picking his phone up and turning to the camera.

He nudged your shoulder and held his middle finger up to you for the picture. You looked up and failed to hold back a smile before holding your middle finger up to him as he took the picture. He showed you the picture before you started chatting to each other like friends. Although you were rather unhealthily addicted to your work sometimes, you did miss these little conversations about nothing in particular. You and Dan had known and been friends with each other for 10 years now. For 6 of those years, you had been his assistant after his old one got caught stealing from him.

Soon enough the limo pulled up to the studio, where other members of the cast of Dan's next film were arriving and heading to their own trailers. You and Dan got out the car and headed to his trailer where a hair and makeup artist was waiting. She smiled and guided Dan to the chair as you went and sat a little further down the trailer starting to look at the comic con news page to make sure things were still going smoothly over there. Thankfully they were so you started looking for new outfits for Dan. All while you were once again distracted by the ipad, Dan was in the chair having his hair tampered with slightly as his current longer hair was about right for his costume anyway.

After finding a decent suit that really screamed Dan, you got up to go show him, only to realise that he had already gone to the meet up without you because you were that distracted by your side jobs. You sighed and sat back down and waited for him to get back. After about 45 minutes, Dan finally got back, he shut and locked the door and let out a loud sigh, before pulling his shirt off. You felt yourself staring at him for a moment too long when you looked away. The thing with you was, in secret, you had the biggest crush on Dan, how could you not? His long hair always did things for you, not to mention his body, not too muscular but still had prominent muscle on his biceps. Not to mention his gorgeous blue eyes, you had always wanted to just stare into them for eternity. And he had the sweetest personality, even if sometimes he did look quite intimidating in some of his roles.

The day went on as planned, Dan met a few really sweet fans at the comic con and got to see the cast of his latest film again on the panel. After the con, you both went and got some food from some fancy food place that you quickly forgot the name of. You took the food back to the hotel, signed in, and headed up to your room. You pushed open the door once it unlocked and mostly just dumped the bags in a space next to the door. You and Dan walked further into the room chatting and put your food down before Dan gave your shoulder a tap, looking at the main area of the room. "There's only one bed love." Your eyes widened as you spun round and groaned, seeing the affirmentioned only double bed in the room. "Shit im sorry Dan, i could have sworn i booked a room with two beds." He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, we've known each other long enough, i think we can share a bed." You gave a small smile before grabbing your food and sitting down at the small table in the room to eat.

Later on you had finished ordering Dan the suit from earlier whilst sat on the bed, when you caught a glimpse of him over the top of your laptop. He was out on the balcony with a ciggerate between his fingers. God he looked gorgeous. A few stray strands of hair had fallen into his face, covering his eyes slightly as he took a drag from his ciggerette. He had on his black suit from earlier with a leather trench coat on instead of a blazer, as it was colder outside since it was currently october. You must have been staring for a while as Dan caught the sight of you in the corner of his eyes. He turned and looked at you smiling before letting the smoke slowly flow out of his mouth. Your cheeks turned bright red before you ducked down to hide behind your laptop again.

For the rest of the evening, up until you were in the bathroom changing into an oversized shirt and shorts for bed, the image never left your mind once. Whilst in the bathroom, you splashed your face with some water and hummed before coming out of the bathroom. When you looked at the bed, there was Dan, shirtless with the covers just up to his waist. You looked down and walked to the other side of the bed silently. You layed down with your back to him and turned off the lamp. You heard Dan groan slightly from behind you. "You alright there love? You're a bit quiet." You hummed quickly in response and closed your eyes to sleep, soon enough falling asleep.

Soon after your eyes closed, you felt yourself drift into a dream. As you looked round in the dream, you saw Dan back on the balcony, again with the ciggerate between his fingers, but this time, as soon as you saw hum, Dan started to walk over. He put the cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over. His hand tilted your face up at him before he gently blew the smoke down onto your face. The whole thing felt intoxicating as he pushed you down onto the bed and crawled over you. His lips pressed against your stomach and worked their lower and lower. You softly moaned out his name as his rubbed his palm against your clothed cunt before he spoke. "Darling, darling look at me, y/n wake up."

Your eyes slowly opened to see the real Dan looking down at you from where he sat up. "Hey, you were um, making quite a bit of noise." Your eyes widened as you remembered the filthy dream you had just been having about this same man. "Dan i um-" You were about to confess before you just stiffened up, you didn't know what to do. In the dim light, you could still see Dan's lips curl up into a smirk. "Darling i don't think you need to say anything else." His eyes darkened before he pulled you into a soft kiss. You felt yourself loosen, before climbing into his lap and holding Dan's face between your hands.

You pulled back for a second and looked into Dan's eyes. "Daniel Jonathon Stevens, i have loved you ever since i met you in that filty fucking bar and i have been waiting all this time for you to do this." He grinned up at you. "Trust me sweetheart, I've been waiting just as long to have you say those words to me." Before you could give him some snarky reply, Dan flipped you both over and kissed down your neck, as his hands roamed around under your shirt. Your hands held the back of his head against your neck, the feeling was 10 times more euphoric than anything you had ever dreamt of. You let out a small squeak as Dan's hand found your breast and gave it a desperate squeeze.

Dan smiled and pushed your shirt up, taking your nipple between his teeth gently. You hummed before he started to kiss down your stomach. You subtly bit your lip watching him before he slid your shorts down your legs, along with your panties. Dan pushed your legs apart and layed on his stomach between them, before lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. He looked up at your face for approval. "Please don't tease." Already you sounded so desperate, so whiny, all for him. "Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl." He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt before pressing his tounge into you. You arched your back as your hands shot to tangle up in his soft brown locks.

One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure there would be a white handprint underneath. While his other hand was blindly groping and massaging the sound mounds of flesh under the shirt. Soft moans became muffled by your hand as you covered your mouth, knowing there were other people sleeping soundly in the rooms next to you, possibly even one of Dan's costars. You felt his hand pull away from your breast causing a small whine before you let out a louder gasp as Dan pushed two fingers into you, now sucking on your clit.

You threw your head back as your legs started to writhe, which was quickly shut don by dan as he somehow tightened his death grip on your thigh. Dan hummed against your clit, as his fingers curled in a 'come here' motion inside you, stroking that one spot. You clenched round his fingers, signalling that you were close. You felt right on the edge, when you felt an absence of fullness. Your head shot up whining to see Dan licking his lips and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his throbbing cock free. You could see your wettness in Dan's beard as it shimered in the moonlight.

"Don't whine now angel, i want you to come on my cock." He crawled back onto the bed and placed his knees either side of yours as he lined himself up. Your arms wrapped round his neck and pulled him down into a kiss right as Dan pushed his full legnth into you. You furrowed your brows and laid there with your mouth open as Dan kissed the side of your mouth sloppily. He let you adjust to his ,suprisingly large, size before slowly starting to move. Dan laid his forehead on your shoulder, groaning quietly. "Fuck you feel so incredible my love." Your hands once again found his hair and wove your fingers into it. For the most part you had been fairly quiet, that was until Dan managed to hit that spot once again.

You squealed his name before Dan quickly clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You whimpered as he whispered against your skin between leaving small purple marks on it. "Shhh, quiet for me angel, don't someone to complain and make us stop now do we?" You shook your head as he hiked your thigh up and held it at his hip with his free hand. You soon felt you orgasm building again and tugged at Dan's hair slightly, causing him to groan and dig his nails into your thigh. "You close darling?" You nodded frantically and squirmed under him. "Go ahead, let me feel how good i make you sweetheart." His tone was lust filled and sultry as he spoke and panted in your ear. His voice was the last push before your orgasm hit. Your eyes rolled back and your thighs shook. Dan thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your thigh, cursing under his breath as he did.

Once he was sure the last drop of his load was on your thigh, Dan flopped down next to you, panting and glistening with sweat, and yet he'd never looked hotter. "You alright angel?" You turned your head to the side and nodded, smiling. "Much better now that you know how i feel about you." Dan smiled softly and leant over, kissing your cheek before getting up and going to the bathroom. You laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling with a small smile on your face at the thoughts of you and Dan finally getting together. He soon came back with a rag and some clean boxers on. Dan wiped the cum from between your legs and off of your thigh, before tossing the rag onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

Dan got you into one of his hoodies and a fresh pair of panties before laying in bed and cuddling with you, his face nestled in your neck. You hummed and intertwined his fingers with your as his hand rested on your stomach protectively. You kissed the back of his hand before closing your eyes to sleep. "Oh darling one little thing." You hummed in acknowledgement, not bothering to open your eyes. "You should probably use some foundation on your neck tomorrow." You groaned as he chuckled. "You're lucky i love you Daniel bloody stevens."

[greensagephase]

So!!!

I haven't tried to draw Miguel in a while, and I'll definitely redraw it in the future, but here is a sneak peak of what my Miguel may look like.

I struggled so, so much with his features, you have no idea. Seeing him in 2D was... different. I had to learn to love him, but after closing my lap and then coming back to it after a break, I just couldn't stop thinking about how cute it had turned out! Especially the eyes, which were the most difficult part.

Now I just want to kiss his forehead! Look at him! He looks so soft, I can't

Also, I finally caught up with your story and ??? The most beautiful fic I've ever read for sure. I'm literally defending fanfiction as a literature genre with your story. Catching up was in my to do list alongside reading The Player (Fyodor Dostoyevski). I swear to you, I was skeptical of fanfic being an actual genre before because I grew up reading "classics" and I didn't have much exposure to more recent literature up until a few years ago. Most of the things I read in my free time are still at least a century old, but now, thanks to you, I'm the most avid defender of fanfic among my friends. I even used to be shy or even ashamed of saying I read fanfiction, but now, every time someone mentions Miguel O'Hara, I speak about this fanfic I've been obsessed with and how it's long enough to rival published novels. I even have a top of favorites moments of Miguel being vulnerable in your fanfic that made me say :

(Una disculpa por la grosería)

Anyway, enough rambling lol

I'm so happy you decided to take a break during the holidays! Everyone deserves a break during this time of the year. I promise I'll finish my drawings soon.

Take care!

Bye!

Omg, pookie!! YOUR MIGUEL LOOKS SO SWEET, SOFT, AND TENDER!! SUS OJITOS TIENEN TANTA TERNURA 🥺🥺 You drew him so well, coralskybunny!! And I understand what you mean 🥲 I drew other things before because I used to do bullet journaling when I was in school, but Miguel gave me the urge to want to learn how to draw people so I could draw him (his chokehold on me is unreal), but omg… This man is so HARD to draw! And, his eyes especially are one of the hardest (and beautiful) aspects to draw!

But you captured them so tenderly 🥹🥹 ALSO, I love the way you drew his hair, too!! He looks so soft and cute, and I also want to give him a forehead kiss (if I may). Your art is so, so amazing!! I hope that if you continue drawing, that you feel comfortable enough to share your progress in the future!! 💖💖💕

Also, omg!! I’m happy you caught up with NC and that you’ve enjoyed it. There was a lot to catch up on, so thank you so much for reading it!!🥺 And also eeeee, hehe!! I’m glad that my fanfic changed your mind about that. I know there’s people who have their personal opinions, which they’re entitled to, but what I don’t agree with it is how some people look down on it as if it’s the worst thing to exist when there are fanfics 100 times better than published books, like modern fiction books that get a lot of hype with not only bad writing, but also problematic elements. I’m not going to get into more detail, but I’m glad that my story has given you a newfound appreciation for fanfic writing❤️ Hopefully, you find other fanfics that you enjoy in every fandom you find yourself in because each fandom has great writers to support!!

SFEIJFIEFJHIDJFIE THE MEME (no te preocupes por la groseria)!!! 😭😭 Me, too, pookie, me, too!! I hope that Miguel in ATSV gets to show more vulnerability than we’ve already seen. I can only hope, and beg Sony! 😭🙏🏼 But thank you so much for that lovely comment! I’m touched that you have favorite moments from the fic that you wish became canon — that’s one of the best compliments I’ve received!! 🥹

And thank you!! You’re so right. Everyone deserves a little break this month to unwind, spend time with friends and family, and celebrate. I hope you’ve had a break yourself, and if you haven’t yet, that you soon have one before the year ends! I look forward to seeing your completed art and progress, which btw, is inspiring me to start drawing again! :))

Thank you for the ask and for sharing your art!! Pls take care, pookie, and I hope you have a fantastic New Year’s!!💖

Alondra❤️