#i don’t really even know what i’m doing with this blog

[xomakara]

Love Again

SUMMARY |  You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

PAIRINGS | Yunho x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE |  smut, fluff, singledad!Yunho, singlemom!reader, blended family

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), slight dirty talk, praising, vaginal penetration, lovemaking

LENGTH | 6,128 words

TAGLIST |  ---

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  another dadteez fic but with singledad!Yunho and singlemom!reader this time around.

The moonlight spilled through the crack in your curtains, casting a silver glow across the bed where you lay tangled with Yunho. His arm was draped possessively over your waist, his breath warm against your neck as he slept soundly. You should have been exhausted too, after the way his hands and lips had mapped every inch of your body just moments ago, but sleep eluded you. Instead, your mind buzzed with the remnants of their shared passion and the weight of something unspoken that lingered between them.

Yunho stirred beside you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. He murmured something incoherent, his voice thick with drowsiness, before his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, clearly still half-asleep, but when his gaze settled on you, it softened with an affection that made your chest ache.

"Hey," he whispered, nuzzling closer to you. "Couldn’t sleep?"

You turned to face him, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Not really."

He propped himself up on one elbow, studying you with those piercing eyes of his. The dim light caught the faint stubble on his jaw, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to stroke it. His skin was rough under your fingertips, a stark contrast to the tenderness in his expression.

"What’s on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

You hesitated, unsure how to articulate the mix of worry and desire swirling inside you. It had been months since you two started this… arrangement. Late nights at work turning into even later nights at his place or yours. No labels, no promises, just raw, undeniable chemistry that neither of you could ignore. But now, lying here in the quiet aftermath of their heated encounter, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were shifting.

"I don’t know," you finally admitted. "Maybe… maybe I’m just thinking about how much has changed in such a short time."

Yunho watched you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It has," he agreed softly. "But not all change is bad, right?"

You nodded slowly, though his answer did little to ease the knot of anxiety in your stomach. He seemed to sense your unease because he shifted closer, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. His heart thumped steadily beneath your ear, a rhythmic reassurance that grounded you somehow.

"Hey," he said again, tilting your chin up so he could meet your gaze. "Are you happy with me?"

The question caught you off guard, but the sincerity in his eyes stopped any glib response from forming on your lips. "Yes," you said honestly, your voice trembling slightly. "I am."

You swallowed hard, torn between relief and the creeping realization that this conversation was headed somewhere serious—a place you weren’t sure you were ready to go. Before you could say anything, Yunho pulled back slightly, resting his head against the pillow and staring at the ceiling.

"We’ve been doing this for a while now," he began, his voice careful, measured. "Meeting up late, sneaking around… I think we’ve done enough sneaking."

Your stomach dropped at his words, a mixture of fear and anticipation churning inside you. Was he ending it? Was this the end of whatever this was between the two of you?

"What are you saying?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yunho turned to look at you again, his eyes searching yours for something intangible. "I’m saying… maybe it’s time for our daughters to meet."

The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of your breathing. You stared at him, your mind racing as his suggestion sank in. Our daughters. The casual use of the word sent a shiver down your spine. This wasn’t just about the two of you anymore—it was about your families, your daughters' lives colliding in ways you hadn’t dared to imagine.

"You’re serious," you said finally, though it wasn’t really a question.

He nodded, his expression completely serious now. "I am. I think they’d get along. And..." He paused, his grip tightening around you. "And if you’re okay with it, maybe we could… I don’t know, do this properly?"

Properly. 

The word hung heavy in the air between you both, laden with implications that made your heart race. Proper means commitment, structure, and a future. It meant stepping out of the shadows and into the light, embracing something real and tangible. But it also meant vulnerability, exposing yourselves—and your daughters—to the possibility of heartbreak.

"Yunho…" you started, your voice trailing off as you struggled to form coherent thoughts.

"I know it’s a lot," he cut in quickly, sensing your hesitation. "And I get it if you’re not ready. But I just… I feel like we’re worth taking that risk."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless and emotional. Were you worth it? The question echoed in your mind, challenging your deepest fears and insecurities. Could you trust him, trust this fragile connection you both had built? Or would diving deeper only lead to more pain in the end?

Before you could respond, Yunho leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It wasn’t frantic or urgent like your earlier encounters; it was slow, deliberate, filled with unspoken promises and emotions you weren’t ready to unpack yet. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, pleading.

"Think about it," he whispered, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Just… think about it."

You nodded weakly, unable to muster any coherent words. 

"Come on," he said gently, tugging you closer. "Let’s get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow."

But sleep was impossible now. As Yunho drifted back into slumber, his arms securely wrapped around you, your mind refused to quiet. The weight of his proposal pressed down on you, stirring up emotions you didn’t have the energy to fully explore.

What would you say? The thought lingered as you stared at the ceiling, your fingers absently tracing the curve of his bicep. This wasn’t just about you and Yunho anymore—it was about the lives you’d created, the futures you’d built. And if you took that leap, there was no going back.

"Kiss me again," you murmured suddenly, surprising even yourself with the request.

Yunho’s eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across his face before it melted into understanding. He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "You always know how to keep me on my toes."

Before he could move, you surged forward, capturing his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. You needed to feel him, to lose yourself in the heat of his touch, if only for a moment. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you pressed your body against his.

"Is this your way of telling me yes?" he teased between kisses, his voice laced with amusement and lust.

You pulled back just enough to glare at him, though the effect was ruined by the flush creeping up your cheeks. "Shut up and kiss me," you ordered, punctuating your demand with another searing kiss.

Yunho complied without hesitation, his hands roving down your sides as his lips devoured yours. The world outside dissolved into nothingness, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. It was reckless and impulsive, exactly what you needed to distract yourself from the gravity of his proposal.

But deep down, you knew this wouldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, you’d have to face the reality of his words, the choice you’d have to make. For now, though, you let yourself sink into the moment, reveling in the way his body felt against yours, the way his lips moved against your own.

"Tell me what you want," Yunho whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "I'll give it to you."

"I just want this," you said, a sudden wave of emotion swelling up inside you. "I just want you, Yunho."

He looked down at you, his gaze tender and almost achingly affectionate. Then he cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing along your jawline. "You have me," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. "You have all of me."

Your heart swelled in your chest as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the feel of his mouth against yours and his hands caressing your body. No, the choice would come soon enough, but in this moment, he was yours. And right now, that was all that mattered.

Yunho hovered above, his fingers entangled with yours on either side of your head. With each movement, the mattress beneath you shuddered.

"Say my name," he panted, his forehead glistening with sweat.

He slid in and out, filling you perfectly with every stroke. Each time, he touched a sensitive spot, the one that made your stomach clench. A tiny noise escaped your lips, breathy, low, desperate.

"Y- Yunho," you managed.

He plunged deeper, bringing the sensations of your body even closer together. Everything else seemed so far away: the room around you, the world. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of him moving against you, bringing you to that blissful edge.

"That's it," he breathed, leaning down to trace the tip of his tongue up the column of your neck. "Say it again."

"Oh god, Yunho," you sighed as you rocked your hips to meet his thrusts.

A delicious smirk stretched his face as he captured your lips for a fleeting moment. He drove faster and deeper, the sounds of flesh against flesh filling the quiet room. His strong hands gripped your waist and his cock nudged your innermost barrier as a cry escaped you.

"Again."

You fisted the sheets above your head, desperately clinging to any sense of control. He slammed his hips into you, reaching further inside. "Oh God," you moaned, overwhelmed.

"Not quite." He moved faster, his pace erratic as he chased his climax.

"Oh, Yunho," you finally gasped, giving in to the white heat that surged through your entire being.

Your toes curled and you squeezed him tight as an explosive rush rushed through you.

"That's my good girl." A long moan escaped him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You are a good girl, aren't you?"

A warmth spread through your abdomen as Yunho's orgasm rolled over him in slow waves. Your fingers slid through his hair, cradling his head. "The best girl."

The next morning, you wake up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside your window. The sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. Yunho is still asleep beside you, his breathing steady and calm.

Damn, you needed him again. Last night wasn't enough. The sun was barely peeking through the thick clouds, and you already needed more of his body heat and musky, earthy scent to start the day off. His weight felt warm, familiar and comforting.

He stirred, rolling onto his side and tugging your body into his. A slow, content smile spread across his handsome face when his eyes met yours, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his sleep-tousled hair and half-lidded gaze.

"Morning," you hummed.

"G'morning, beautiful,” he sighed.

You reached out, running your fingers through his messy hair, and his dark eyes fluttered closed, his expression relaxed and peaceful. A sense of longing filled your chest. What would it be like to wake up like this every day?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, sensing the shift in your mood.

You paused, hesitating before replying, "Just... thinking about everything that's happened in the past few months. How we've grown closer, gotten to know each other better."

He raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"I guess...I'm afraid of losing this. Us,” you said softly.

He glanced down, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere."

It wasn't fair how he always knew the right things to say and just the right way to hold you. How did he manage to be both perfect and imperfect simultaneously?

"What are you thinking?" You murmured back.

A hint of a smile played across Yunho's face. "I'm thinking about how much I enjoy spending time with you. How much happier you make me. How much I want this to work, so we never have to let go."

His words settled into your heart. They felt true, but they scared you nonetheless.

"But what happens if we screw this up?" you asked.

His lips quirked into a crooked smile. "We won't. Because we want the same thing, remember? To give this a real shot."

"You're right," you breathed.

As Yunho wrapped an arm around you, you realized he had been right the whole time. There was no way to predict the future, to see where this might end up. All that was left was to trust each other, to follow your instincts and hope it was enough. And right now, nestled securely against him, that sounded like a pretty damn good plan.

With his sturdy chest as your pillow, you closed your eyes, savoring his presence. Whatever happened next, you'd handle it together.

Yunho tilted your chin, forcing you to look directly into those chocolate pools. "So?"

His unvoiced question hung in the air, heavy and hopeful. But before you could answer, he kissed you then, his hand moving to cradle your face as his lips slid against yours, your hips rolling lazily toward his. Your hands grasped his toned chest, moving down his body until you found what you wanted. 

He let out a muffled sound, his breath hitching, before breaking the kiss to catch his breath. "Really? In the morning?"

Your fingers moved further down to stroke him, eliciting a low moan from him. "Don't complain."

He smirked, shaking his head, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp as he grew rock solid in your palm. You grinned at him and pushed him onto his back, moving to straddle him. His lips curved into a devilish smirk, but there was something soft, affectionate in his gaze as he reached to palm your breasts and fondle your nipples between his fingers.

His fingers stroked and kneaded at your nipple until it was sensitive. Your body hummed with pleasure, aching for him. You grinded against his bare thigh, earning a groan as he bit his lower lip and bucked up against your body.

He groaned loudly as he took control and flipped you onto your back, slipping inside. With each thrust, his length dragged out before plunging back into you, bringing forth little waves of bliss that threatened to swallow you whole.

"I can't get enough of you. Never will," he growled into your ear before nibbling your earlobe. His lips crashed down onto your parted ones. His tongue danced against yours, dominating the kiss. The sensation was exquisite, lighting up your nerves until they sang.

"O- oh god, Yunho," you sighed against his mouth as your fingernails scratched along the expanse of his toned back.

He thrusted again, harder, pushing further, stretching, making you cry out. The sound died out, swallowed by his hungry lips. Then another, another, until he was pounding into you, deep and rhythmic and insistent. Your heels dug into the backs of his muscular thighs, urging him deeper and deeper and deeper still. He let loose a shaky breath, panting.

"Do you like this?" Yunho panted against your lips. "This big dick deep inside you, filling you up and fucking you raw? I want to watch you cum, baby, and I won't stop until your pussy is nice and full."

You gasped, and his movements became even more frenzied, hips pistoning. He pressed his lips back to yours, kissing and nipping and licking. Your toes began curling into the mattress beneath. An overwhelming heat began swirling inside you, turning you molten. Your pleasure crested in waves, breaking and crashing around his cock.

"Fuck, yes, there's a good girl. That's my good girl," he drawled into the shell of your ear, voice wrecked. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across your wet, swollen clit in firm circles, edging you closer and closer to release. "Come for me, baby, let go. I've got you, I've always got you."

As if commanded by his words alone, your climax roared through you, leaving you trembling in its wake. The aftershocks kept your breath shallow, but you managed a contented sigh when Yunho gathered you tightly in his arms.

The two of you lay like that for some time: arms wrapped securely around each other; legs entangled and his fingers still lazily stroking your overheated flesh. The silence of the room was soothing, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on your bedside table.

Finally, you poke. "Yunho... I think it might be worth it if the girls met."

His hand stills, his voice tinged with cautious optimism when he spoke, "Yeah?"

You look into his deep brown eyes and nod. He releases a shaky sigh, a beautiful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he closes his eyes and presses a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose. When his eyelids lift to reveal those big, expressive pools of chocolate, he whispers against the skin of your forehead, "I'll try anything as long as it means having more of you."

His thumb brushes against your cheek gently and tenderly as he locks gazes with yours. Those intense brown orbs look directly into yours and then his lips cover yours in a feather-soft embrace. The kiss is just as meaningful as it is brief, a promise for the future.

"We could finally spend quality time as families. Let the girls play. Have fun," you whispered, enjoying the warmth from his closeness.

"And maybe go on proper dates," he added with an air of hopeful excitement. "I'm sure one of our mutual friends can watch the girls for a few hours. They all have kids so I'm sure our girls will be fine."

"Can you imagine Jongho's girls and our girls playing together? I'm not sure about Yunhee but I can already see Sera tag-teaming with the Choi girls and causing chaos," you giggled.

He chucked deeply at that. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"So are we doing this?" you asked.

His eyes softened. "Definitely," he promised, a tiny, lop-sided smile quirking the edge of his lips. "After today, things are going to be different. For the better."

Later that afternoon, you drive to Yunho’s house with your daughter in the backseat. She chatters excitedly about the playdate, her bright eyes shining with anticipation. 

“Is she nice?” she asks for the hundredth time, twisting around in her seat to look at you.

“Of course she’s nice,” you reply, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “She loves to draw and read, just like you.”

Your daughter claps her hands together, grinning wide. “That sounds so fun! Can we draw together?”

You smile, nodding. “Of course.”

When you pull into the driveway, Yunho is waiting outside with Yunhee. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, standing tall and confident in jeans and a fitted black t-shirt that shows off his broad shoulders. Beside him, Yunhee stands excitedly as she bounces on her heels, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

“Hi,” your daughter calls out, jumping out of the car and running toward them. “I’m Sera!”

Yunhee hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, her voice friendly. “Hi, Sera. I’m Yunhee.”

You watch as the two girls exchange shy glances, suddenly unsure of how to proceed. Yunho steps forward, crouching down to their level. “Why don’t you two go inside and get to know each other? Maybe you can show Sera your drawings.”

Yunhee’s eyes light up at the suggestion, and she takes Sera’s hand without hesitation. “Okay! Come on, I’ll show you my sketchbook.”

As they disappear into the house, you feel a lump rise in your throat. They could really be good friends, you think, watching their retreating figures. Yunho stands and brushes his hands off, a proud smile on his face.

“See?” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I told you it’d be fine.”

You lean into him, sighing softly. “Yeah. You were right.”

He chuckles, his fingers tracing a path down your arm. “Come on, let’s give them some space. We deserve a little peace and quiet, don’t we?”

You follow him inside, your heart fluttering as he leads you toward the living room. The house is warm and welcoming, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Yunho grabs two mugs from the counter and hands one to you, his gaze never leaving yours.

“So,” he says, lowering himself onto the couch and pulling you down beside him. “How are you feeling about all this?”

You take a sip of your coffee, savoring the rich flavor. “I’m… cautiously optimistic, I guess. It’s a lot, but I think it could work.”

He nods, his expression thoughtful. “I understand why you’d be nervous. But I want you to know… I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think we could make it work. For all of us.”

You meet his gaze, your cheeks warming under his intense stare. “Thank you, Yunho. For trusting me enough to try this.”

Yunho’s smile widens, his happiness radiating through the room like a warm glow. His fingers brush against yours, sending a small jolt of electricity up your arm. 

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. “Seeing you and Sera here… it feels right. Like everything is finally falling into place.”

“I think I feel the same way,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t help but smile back at him, your heart swelling with affection. The weight of the moment settles between you, heavy and hopeful.

He shifts closer, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pulls you into a gentle embrace. You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s calming, grounding, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself believe that this—all of this—could be real.

“We’re going to make this work,” Yunho murmurs, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “For them, and for us.”

You nod, feeling a sense of resolve settle within you. “Yes,” you say firmly. “We will.”

The sound of laughter echoes from the other room, drawing your attention. You glance toward the hallway, where Sera and Yunhee are now sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through a sketchbook together. Their giggles are infectious, and you find yourself smiling even wider.

“They’re already getting along,” Yunho observes, his tone filled with pride. “See? This was the right decision.”

You lean into him again, letting the warmth of his presence soothe any lingering doubts. “It really was,” you agree. “And I’m glad we took this step.”

Yunho kisses the side of your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. “Me too,” he says, his voice low and intimate. “More than you know.”

The amusement park looms ahead, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that sends a thrill through both you and Yunho. The anticipation is palpable as you load the girls into the car, Sera bouncing in her seat with excitement while Yunhee sits quietly, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Are we there yet?” Sera asks for what feels like the hundredth time, her voice laced with an eagerness that makes your heart swell.

Yunho glances at you from the driver’s seat, a smile tugging at his lips. “Almost,” he says, his deep voice resonating with reassurance. “Just a few more minutes.”

You reach over to squeeze his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about the bond you’re building together. This outing isn’t just about the girls—it’s about testing the waters of this new family dynamic, seeing how you all fit together in the chaos of laughter and rides.

When you finally arrive, the park is alive with energy. The air hums with the chatter of families, the distant whir of roller coasters, and the occasional burst of music from a nearby stage. Sera practically leaps out of the car before Yunho has even turned off the engine, her excitement contagious. Yunhee follows with the same excitement although more cautiously, taking in the scene with a reserved curiosity.

“Alright, team,” Yunho says, rounding the car to join you. His tone is playful, but there’s an underlying seriousness to his words. “Let’s make today unforgettable.”

You nod, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with hope. Unforgettable. That’s exactly what this day could be, if everything goes right. But you know better than to expect perfection. Life rarely unfolds according to plan, especially when kids are involved.

As you navigate through the park, Sera quickly latches onto Yunhee, both girls chattering excitedly about which rides or games to play first. They head straight for the carousel, giggling as they choose their horses. You and Yunho trail behind, keeping an eye on them while stealing moments of conversation between yourselves.

“They seem to be getting along well,” you say, your voice soft but tinged with cautious optimism.

Yunho glances down at you, his dark eyes softening. “They really do,” he agrees. “It’s amazing to see.”

You fall quiet for a moment, watching the girls as they laugh and wave from atop their colorful steeds. There’s something almost magical about the way they interact, as though they’ve been friends their entire lives. It’s a sight that fills you with a profound sense of gratitude—and perhaps a little bit of fear. What if this doesn’t last? What if something disrupts this fragile harmony?

Before you can dwell on those thoughts, Sera tugs on your sleeve. “Mommy! Can we go on the big roller coaster now? Please?”

Her eyes sparkle with pleading, and you feel a pang of reluctance. The ride looks intense, even for adults. But before you can answer, Yunho interjects.

“I’ll take them,” he says decisively, his voice brooking no argument. “You stay here, relax for a bit. I’ve got this.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off with a gentle touch to your cheek. “Trust me,” he murmurs, his gaze steady and reassuring. “We’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly, you nod, watching as he takes Sera’s hand and leads both girls toward the towering structure. The line is long, snaking around the perimeter of the ride, but Sera chatters away nonstop, clearly unbothered by the wait. Yunhee, on the other hand, looks up at the coaster with a mix of awe and trepidation.

You find a bench near the entrance and sit down, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The sun beats down on your shoulders, warming you despite the anxiety knotting your stomach. You glance at your phone, scrolling through messages that can’t hold your attention. All you can think about is the three people currently braving the roller coaster without you.

Minutes tick by, each one dragging on longer than the last. Just as you’re about to get up and check on them, a familiar trio emerges from the crowd. Sera is beaming, announcing to anyone who will listen that she wants to go again. Yunhee, however, looks pale and shaken.

Yunho spots you immediately, his expression shifting to one of concern as he approaches. 

“Yunhee didn’t enjoy it as much as Sera did,” he admits, his voice low and apologetic. “She’s feeling a bit queasy.”

You rise from the bench, brushing past him to kneel in front of Yunhee. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” you say softly, reaching out to gently smooth her hair. “Are you okay? Do you need some water or maybe a break?”

Yunhee nods silently, her large eyes glassy with unshed tears. You exchange a worried glance with Yunho, knowing this wasn’t part of the plan. But plans, as you’ve learned, are often made to be broken.

“Let’s find somewhere quiet for her to rest,” you suggest, standing up and offering your hand to Yunhee. “We can still have fun, just at a slower pace.”

Yunho hesitates, glancing back at Sera, who is already scanning the area for the next attraction. 

“Give us a minute,” he tells you, crouching down to speak directly to Yunhee. “Do you want to tell Sera why you don’t feel well? She should hear it from you.”

Yunhee hesitates, then nods slowly. Taking a deep breath, she turns to Sera, who is waiting eagerly for her response. “I… I don’t feel so good right now,” she says softly. “Can we take a break?”

Sera’s face falls, but she nods understandingly. “Of course! We can still play games or something, right?”

Yunhee manages a small smile, and you feel a rush of relief. It’s a small victory, but it’s enough to remind you that not every moment needs to be perfect. Sometimes, it’s the unexpected challenges that bring you closer together.

As you lead the group toward a quieter area of the park, Yunho slips his hand into yours. His grip is firm, grounding, and you let yourself lean into the contact, finding comfort in his presence.

“We’ll figure it out,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “One step at a time.”

You look up at him, your heart swelling with something akin to hope. Yes, you think. 

One step at a time.

It's been a few months since the girls have met each other and hit it off. The four of you are at a park and the air is thick with laughter and the distant hum of music, but in this quieter corner of the park, it feels like the world has momentarily paused. Yunhee sits cross-legged on a blanket, her sketchpad open in front of her, while Sera chatters excitedly about all the cute pets she saw. Yunho stands nearby, his arms crossed, watching the girls with a soft smile. His presence is steady, grounding, as if he’s already woven himself into the fabric of your lives.

You lean back against the picnic table, letting the warmth of the day seep into your skin. Your hand brushes against Yunho’s, and you feel the familiar spark that never fails to ignite between you. His touch. It’s always been more than physical for you—a reminder of the deeper connection you’ve both been reluctant to name. But today, something feels different. Sharper. More urgent.

“We should talk,” you say softly, your voice barely audible over Sera’s animated storytelling.

Yunho turns to you, his dark eyes searching your face. 

“About what?” he asks, though you can see the answer flickering in his gaze.

Us. 

The word hovers unspoken, heavy with meaning. You swallow hard, suddenly unsure of how to articulate the tangle of emotions churning inside you. The fear. The hope. The inexplicable desire to let him in completely.

“The future,” you manage at last, your voice trembling slightly. “Ours.”

He doesn’t speak immediately, and for a moment, the only sound is the rustle of leaves overhead and the faint laughter of other park goers. Then, slowly, he steps closer, his hands settling on your shoulders. The warmth of his touch spreads through you, steadying you even as it sends your pulse racing.

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” he admits, his voice low and rough. “Every time I look at you, every time I see the way Sera smiles when she’s with Yunhee… or how Yunhee looks so much happier with you two around, it’s like everything I didn’t realize I wanted is right here. In front of me.”

His confession hangs in the air between you, raw and unfiltered. You meet his gaze, and for the first time, you let yourself truly see him—not just as the man you’ve been sleeping with, not just as the father of the sweet girl sitting on the blanket, but as someone who feels as deeply as you do. Someone who’s scared. Someone who’s hopeful. Someone who wants you.

“I love you,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, the words breaking free like a dam giving way. “I know it’s fast, and I know it’s scary, but I can’t pretend anymore. Not with you.”

Yunho’s breath hitches, and for a moment, he says nothing. His hands tighten on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing lightly against your collarbone. Then, slowly, he leans down, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

The intensity of his words stirs something deep within you, something primal and undeniable. You rise to your toes, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s equal parts reassurance and desperation. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close, and you sink into the embrace, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat against your chest.

When the kiss breaks at last, Yunho rests his forehead against yours again, his breathing heavy. You stay there, wrapped up in each other, lost in the moment.

“Mommy?” Sera’s voice interrupts the moment, and you pull away quickly, flushing as you turn to see both girls staring at you with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” you say quickly, smoothing your hair and trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Just… grown-up stuff.”

Yunhee looks between you and her father, her expression thoughtful. “Are you guys… getting married?” she asks quietly.

The question catches you off guard, and you glance at Yunho, unsure of how to respond. He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with the same mix of uncertainty and hope that you feel.

“Maybe,” he says finally, his voice steady despite the weight of the word. “If that’s what we all want."

"Do you love my mommy?" Sera asks him earnestly.

Yunho doesn't miss a beat. "Yes," he answers, his voice filled with warmth. "Very much."

"Do you love my daddy?" Yunhee echoes, directing the same question to you.

You turn to the serious-looking little girl with eyes wide open and shining like jewels. "I do. Very, very much," you say honestly.

Yunho looks at his little girl. "What do you say, Yunhee? Are you okay with this?"

Yunhee smiles sweetly, her cheeks flushing with color. "I'm happy if you're happy, daddy. And if it makes Sera my best friend for real, that would be great."

"What do you think, Sera?" You asked your daughter.

"Yes! Yes!" Your daughter yells jumping up and down and running to hug you tightly. "Yunhee we can be sisters and best friends now!"

At your daughter's announcement, you look up into the kind eyes of Yunho, who is watching you with an amused smile. "Seems like our little ones are getting ahead of themselves," he teases. "But I'm willing to follow their lead... if that's alright with you."

You look around at the two little girls beaming with excitement and the man who is slowly carving his way into your heart and it feels like everything is exactly where it should be. 

"More than okay," you murmur as you slide your hands up the length of his chest, wrap them around the back of his neck, and draw him in for another kiss. "More than I can say."

Sera’s face lights up, and she latches onto your arm. “Can we get matching dresses? And go on a honeymoon? And have a big cake with candles?”

You laugh despite the sudden tightness in your throat, reaching out to tousle her hair. “Slow down, kiddo. We haven’t even talked about any of that yet.”

But even as you say the words, you can’t help but imagine it—the four of you, laughing and arguing over wedding plans, building a life together from the ground up. The idea is both terrifying and exhilarating, a risk you’re starting to think might be worth taking.

Yunho steps closer, his hand sliding into yours. “One step at a time,” he murmurs, echoing his earlier words. “But maybe… maybe this time, we take bigger steps. Together.”

You nod, your heart swelling with the possibility of it all. Somewhere behind you, Sera is still chattering enthusiastically about flower girl dresses, while Yunhee continues to sketch quietly, her face tilted upward to catch the sunlight. It’s imperfect, messy, and real—everything a family should be.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

[genderqueerdykes]

Where the fuck did all this disgust with trans masc people come from I don’t fucking get it, anyway I’ll do what I can do help my transmasc friends, I just wish this wasn’t even a discussion, I hope it’s just localized to the part of tumblr I’m on

Anyway hope you’re doing well, I like your blog <3

it's absolutely vile, it's literally just stock standard at this point. it's almost like if you don't believe that it's okay to make transmascs and trans men feel like shit that you don't "belong" in any of these queer spaces. people are proudly acting like cops

thank you so much for sending this i really appreciate it! it's important for transmascs and trans men to know that there are allies right now. there's no reason to profile people and treat them like shit no matter what their gender is. thank you for being kind! it's very much appreciated

[bleedingichorhearts]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬…” {1/2}

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: How I would think the Primarchs would react to you saying “I’m getting too old for this.” Yandere Primarchs would be a different story…

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The “Primarchs” reacting to you saying “I’m too old for this.” Simple as that.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Slight Angst.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Part 2}

The Emperor; “Revelation:”

He hears your words through your soul. He doesn’t need to be in front of you to hear you say you’re “too old” comment to yourself, and he feels… indifferent about it, in a way. Sure, you’re his counterpart, but he has always expected you to eventually fall to the hands of death before him. It was inevitable. He was a proclaimed god, and you? A simple human. A human that reminds him of too much true humanity itself despite his title…

Lion El’Johnson; “The First:”

Is also indifferent about it and expects it. He knows the consequences and prepares himself for it, or at least tries to. His face is voided of emotion, but his eyes stare and that means a lot than what many lead on. He won’t show it, act or even acknowledge it, and perhaps… he doesn’t want to.

Fulgrim; “The Phoenician:”

Gasps at you from like a 5-mile radius (maybe more) before coming to where you are leaning down to sweep you up in his arms. Kissing you on the cheek and forehead, and it’s very much to your confusion. Your hubby is being very affectionate with you randomly. Well, until he praises you on your age and how remarkable you look do you piece together what happened to get such lovin’.

Perturabo; “Lord of Iron:”

Pretends not to care, but he does give a very low hum of acknowledgement. Is somehow better than his first brother as he at least acknowledged your words. (From a far radius as well.) He’s a bit… hurt? At your words, but he knows it’s inevitable as well. Though, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t change something within his workplace to make you more comfortable and less eligible to say those words again.

Jaghatai Khan; “The Warhawk:”

Would pick you up, kiss you on the neck before giving you to the other wives of his sons. Requesting them to pamper you for the day, and if they can’t? He will, and he’s surprisingly good at it. It’s nothing much compared to the thought of your aging death, but he can at least make it more comfortable, right?

Leman Russ; “The Wolf King:”

Plays excited and happy, but is… gloomy on the inside. He doesn’t like your words, you should prosper, hunting with him and his sons forever. Yet he is not oblivious to the acts of death: slow and fast. Though, maybe hunting with his sons in the… afterlife would be more enjoyable? Lasting? He doesn’t like to think too much on it, but he’ll try and spend his time with you more often. (Not like he already does.)

Rogal Dorn; “Praetorian of Terra:”

Gives you a voided stare like his first brother too. Though, he also doesn’t really acknowledge it either, with words anyway. He may act though, doing the same thing his 4th brother does. Trying to provide you with a much more comfortable environment. Stop complaining about his quarters being enough. He must ensure structure.

Konrad Cruze; “Dark King:”

Stares at you too, but is like… worse than Lord Dorns stare. You think he’ll do anything for your uttered words? Thats right, he won’t. If he let himself die to the hands of an assassin? He’ll let you suffer your age. He feels indifferent about not killing you himself however… He may or may not offer extra human bones to you.

Sanguinius; “The Angel:”

Looks at you for a second: up and down before giving a low hum, and gracefully walking to your side. Inside, he doesn’t like your words and he knows his sons around him don’t like it either. It’s one of the many things they think they can’t live without: you. He’ll cover you with his wings as everything seems to get painfully quiet, but he’ll praise you as if nothing happened.

Ferrus Manus; “The Gorgon:”

His legion would simply not care, but him? He’s affected by it. Yes, he likes your humanity, but please. Don’t say those words. He doesn’t wish to think upon them. He doesn’t wish for you to… possibly be like his sons. He’ll keep you more close to him than usual after that, keeping a good eye on you. He won’t say anything, but he’s… there.

[mandalhoerian]

i've been in the far orbit of this argument for a while and I'm really baffled why people can't be understanding of each other's perspectives and i'm sorry for what you're going through...

i want to have a little break-it-down for reblog's sakes if anyone wants to put this in their blog because there is MUCH to be said about the non-MC and you are the MC angles. spoiler alert: there is no wrong answer. it's about respect & understanding.

you are the main character

This perspective is all about inclusivity and self-insertion, which is honestly such a big draw for otome games in general. The idea is simple: you’re not just playing a game--you’re imagining yourself in the game. Your avatar is customizable, so you can tweak your appearance to reflect how you see yourself, or even how you want to see yourself. It’s like being dropped into an isekai where you’re not just some regular person--you’re someone special.

and HEY, who doesn’t want to imagine themselves as this badass, idealized version of themselves? In this game, you’re a cool hunter, you’ve got skills, you’re navigating this wild sci-fi/fantasy world with monsters and powers & oh yeah, you’ve got a literal aether core in your chest. That core isn’t just a plot device, it’s a metaphor for potential, for becoming something more. The game practically screams, “Hey, this could be you! Look how powerful and capable you could be!” It’s empowering in a way, and I totally get why people love this angle. It’s fun to imagine yourself as the one charming the LIs, holding your own in battle, and rising to the challenge of this world.

For people who vibe with this, it’s about escapism and self-expression. You don’t want to read about someone else being awesome, you want yourself to be awesome. It’s the ultimate power fantasy.

key word: power fantasy. which brings me to

you are NOT the main character

The argument here is that while the game tries to sell the MC as us, it just......... doesn’t land for a lot of players. Let’s start with the fact that this is a Chinese game, and the default character design is heavily rooted in East Asian beauty standards. Which is fine. It's their game, I'm not complaining I'm just telling it as it is. Yes, the skin tones are inclusive, and I’ll give them credit for that, but the body type? The facial features? The overall aesthetic? It’s not exactly universal. I mean, take a good look at my big fat ass and tell me how I’m supposed to feel immersed when the MC looks like a dainty stick figure who’d snap in half if she ever actually tried to fight (despite all the "abs" talk.) Like, she’s cute, sure, but she’s not me. And definitely not you. (Don't talk to me about "she has to look like that because she's a hunter, remember". all of us know that's not the case. it's about beauty standards.)

And then there’s the way she acts. Oh boy,,,,,,,, Sometimes it feels like she’s actively trying to make the worst decisions possible. It’s one thing to be flawed, flaws are human and relatable, but there are moments, especially in the Sylus arc, where I’m sitting there like, “Girl, what are you doing?!” She makes choices that I would never make, and it pulls me right out of the story because it’s not even a matter of imagining myself in her shoes anymore. It’s like watching a character in a TV show make a bad call, and you’re yelling at the screen, but it’s not like you can change what happens. That's okay, though, it's not a sin. She has her own personality, her own reactions, and her own story, and while that makes for a compelling narrative, it also makes it really clear that she’s not us.

For people who lean toward the “non-MC” argument, it’s frustrating because the game is selling this experience as one where we’re supposed to see ourselves in the MC, but she’s written in a way that feels so disconnected from how many of us would act or feel. It’s hard to immerse yourself in a story when the character representing you feels so far removed from who you are or who you want to be.

so what?

Honestly, I think this boils down to what you’re looking for in the game. If you’re someone who loves the “you are the MC” vibe, then you’re probably willing to overlook or even embrace the gaps between you and the character because the customization and the overarching narrative of personal growth are enough to make you feel seen. But if you’re in the “non-MC” camp, then every time the MC makes a cringe-worthy choice or the story reminds you that she’s more of a predefined character than a blank slate, it’s going to take you out of the experience. (This was me in "No Defense Zone", I had to put my phone down and do laps around in my room out of second hand embarrassment.)

Maybe the real issue here is that the game is trying to have it both ways. It wants to tell a story with a strong narrative and a compelling lead character, but it also wants to let players insert themselves into that story. And honestly? That’s a tough balance to strike. It works for some people, but for others, it ends up feeling like a half-measure that doesn’t fully satisfy either camp.

At the end of the day, I think it’s okay to feel a little jealous of the MC because, in a way, she isn’t us. She’s her own character, living her own life in this world, and we’re just along for the ride. And whether you see her as “you” or as “another character,” what really matters is how much you’re enjoying the story. So let’s keep discussing it, but maybe we can stop tearing each other apart and harrass people over it. It’s okay to love the game for what it is—or even for what it isn’t.

Guys I may be mentally insane but ... Why do I low-key feel jealous of MC when I see clips of the upcoming cards... Especially the Sylus one..

IK SHE'S MEANT TO BE US BUT 😭😭

[judesmoonbeauty]

Wrapped In Wicked Romance Part III:

Nica Schwartz - Chapter Two

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Nica: Nica Schwartz, from Germany.

Nica: My birthday’s March 2nd. My family’s my younger brother Ring, and my ability is that I can charm someone when I hold their hand.

Nica: My special skill…is I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue.

Sitting on a terrace, Nica pointed to the tip of his tongue that slightly stuck out with a smile,

Even though he carried the air of a smooth-talking charmer, I couldn’t help but be captivated.

Nica: I hear that those who can tie a cherry stem with their tongue are skilled kissers.

Nica: Wanna give it a try?

Kate: No, I don’t.

Nica: Man, what a let down.

(….Enough!)

At Nica’s suggestion to get to know each other, we went to a nearby cafe and started chatting—

(It startles me when he occasionally says things like that.)

Nica: So, what did you do before you became a fairytale keeper, robin?

Kate: I was a mail carrier, so I’m pretty knowledgeable of London’s alleyways.

Kate: I had to walk a lot to get things delivered quickly.

I remember it only being a week ago that I worked normally,

It feels like such a distant memory now, so I took a sip of my tea.

That’s when a worried look flashed onto Nica’s face—

Nica: I’d think that such a sudden change in environment must’ve been hard.

Kate: Huh….

His fingers touched my hand that was resting on the table.

Nica: Because you were working hard and then were unlucky enough to bump into Crown, right?

Nica: Even though you didn’t do anything wrong…..you simply witnessed it.

The rings on his beautiful fingers touched mine, and coldness of the metal seeped into my skin,

(No one’s ever told me that..…)

My body became hot and my nose started to sting.

Kate: ….Sure, it might’ve been bad luck that I met them at that exact moment on that day,

Kate: But I also think that it was somewhat inevitable.

Nica: Are you saying it was fate?

Oddly enough, it didn’t feel uncomfortable when he played with my fingers and poked them.

Kate: Because I met Crown, I now understand all the evil things taking place in this country,

Kate: If I hadn’t met them then I’d have just kept living without knowing any better.

Nica: ….What a strong robin.

The finger stroking my ring finger stopped at the base of it.

When I looked up, his cat-like, almond-shaped eyes pierced me.

Nica: But, I don’t want my girlfriend to see such a filthy world.

Nica: Since we’re a couple for today, I want you to only look at beautiful things.

I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the eyes that were piercing me.

Kate: ….For example?

Nica: Something like this….

Kate: Oh, wow!

Just as the fingers that played with my hand let go, a huge bouquet of flowers appeared from behind his back.

Kate: Where did you hide this….No, actually, when did you buy this?!

Nica: Aha, are you surprised?

(We haven’t been apart since we came to town.)

I was handed the beautiful bouquet, and the soft scent of the flowers tickled my nose, but -

(There’s an even more pleasant scent besides the flowers?)

The moment the wind carried the sensuous fragrance, the mystery was solved.

Nica: Wow, it’s really windy today….robin, you good? Your face is red.

(This is Nica’s scent….)

The sweet, sensual scent of ylang-ylang belongs to him,

Kate: It’s nothing….I’m just so happy about the flowers, thank you.

Nica: Bitte. [You’re welcome.] They suit you.

It felt like I was being tethered to Nica, so I hid my face with the bouquet.

Nica: Well, since we’re on a date, I have to make you happy.

Kate: But I’m plenty happy already…….

Nica: Are you starting to have fun with me?

Nica said proudly as he straightened the collar of his jacket, and smiled —

Nica: Let’s go do something fun.

Kate: That was so GOOD!

Nica: I’m glad you liked it.

After that, he took me to the theater to watch a play.

(I never even told him that I like going to the theater.)

Although it reminded me of how well-informed he is, I was glad he we went together…..

(Nica’s a very smart and wonderful person.)

Holding the bouquet I walked alongside him all day, completely attached to him.

Thin Lady: Oh, aren’t you the one from before?

(Oh, here we go again…)

I feel somewhat displeased at the woman calling out to him, even though I’m not his girlfriend.

However, I recognized the woman.

(She used to come to the theater quite often with her husband.)

I happened to see the pair fighting several times in the box seats on the second floor,

(I remember hearing about him getting his hands on other women, or something like that.)

While concerned over how thin she’d become, Nica whispered in my ear.

Nica: I was told things weren’t going so well with her husband.

Just as I was starting to feel a little sad about the truth being connected in such an unexpected place, the woman approached us.

Thin Woman: After talking to you, I realized that I can’t stay with him.

Thin Woman: But when I begged him for a divorce, he became violent….I don’t know what to do anymore.

(How terrible….)

When she covered her face, I saw her arms dappled with bruises, making me grimace in anger and disgust.

But Nica gently took the woman’s hand,

Nica: I can only listen to your story, I’m not able to solve the problem, but

And dropped a kiss on the back of it as if to comfort her.

Nica: There are lots of people who’ll think your attractive once you’re free.

Nica: It’ll be okay, be brave.

(Nica…)

Watching the situation,

Thin Woman: Yes…..that’s right.

She nodded to herself repeatedly like she was trying to convince herself of Nica’s words, and then Nica let go of her hand and slid his arm around my waist.

Nica: Well then, take care.

When I was about to leave the area at his urging, something caught my eye,

The woman was glaring at me extremely angrily.

(D-did I do something?)

Nica: Robin.

When he called out to me, I stopped looking at her and started walking —

Kate: ….Nica?

Looking up at him, the corners of his mouth had curled up.

Just as I was going to ask why he was smiling —

???: KYAAAAAA!!!

A scream came from behind, signaling that our happy time as a couple was now at an end.

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[dolliedyhard]

🔪Jeff The Killer Headcanons🔪 [PART 1]

I think is about time I posted my headcanons for him! BOY I did not plan this post to be sooooooo long, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY OMGGG!!! I LUV HIM SO MUCH (  ੭꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)੭ ᰔ. I might have to make this into a multiple part series on my blog. These are all hc’s for adult Jeff, I have completely different ones for when he was a teen and I’ll make one for teen Jeff later on. None of these hc’s involve his relationship with Dollie or other pastas, this is all about him. All of this is SFW. Enjoy <3

AU: Paracosm of the Vagabonds

‼️TW: mentions of self harm‼️

♥︎A/N: btw this is my first time making/posting hc’s so plz don’t jump me if they’re bad- (/ _ ; )

♥︎Appearance & Attributes♥︎

He’s 25 y/o

6’4

Straight

White American

Full name is Jeffery Woods. I’ve always liked his name the way it was so I’m not changing it.

Muscular and lean. He’s got more of a sleeper build tho.

Despite being lit of fire he managed to heal his hair, it’s healthy now.

He loves keeping his hair long. He’ll never CONSIDER cutting it short. His hair is one of his favorite parts of himself.

He for certain wants his hair to be down to his waist one day

Hair type is 1c

Jeff’s hair is naturally brown. When the “incident” happened the fire made his hair temporarily black. (Ik that’s not how real logic works but cmon let me have fun >:c)

After a few months his hair went back to brown

Now he dyes his hair black bc he prefers it that way.

His tattoos don’t mean anything, he just got them because he thought they were cool.

He smells like incense and ash most of the time.

If he decided to finally wash his clothes then he smells like clean laundry.

He doesn’t wear cologne, he’s never cared for it.

He showers like twice a week. For the rest of the week he just wipes himself down this a cloth.

At least he uses a soap cloth (oh thank GOD)

When “the incident” happened his face scars would constantly bleed and wouldn’t close.

It was really sensitive and if he smiled or laughed to hard it would gush out again.

It took multiple years for the wound to permanently close.

It’s completely healed now it’s just deformed skin

The scars on his body are from fights, him doing stupid shit or self harm.

He’s not hairy, some underarm hair but that’s all

His veins are most visible in his forearms and hands

I don’t have a voice claim for him (YET!) but his voice is pretty deep and it has a raspy sound to it

He has dark circles under his eye from staying up for days at end

He got some sharp ass canine teeth. In my AU he got bit by a vampire. He didn’t get turned into one bc the transformation was stopped right after his vamp fang came in.

Warm to the touch. Doesn’t matter what season it is, his body manages to retain a significant amount of body heat.

His skin is very pale due to lack of sunlight and frequent blood loss.

♥︎Personality♥︎

When meeting him for the first time he comes off as an asshole.

He insults everyone and it’s hard to hell if he’s joking or not.

And if he’s really pissed he’ll get REAL creative with the insults.

Swears like a sailor

He’s distant and off putting to people that aren’t in his circle.

He loves showing off and will do it no matter what. Even if the circumstances are dangerous.

Jeff loves stroking his ego, it’s so obnoxious but he could care less.

Lowkey thinks he better than everyone

LAWD he’s handsome and he knows it

Doesn’t care about ur personal space

Will creep up on u to whisper shit in ur ear to scare you. And other stuff like that.

Gives people the nastiest stares of all time. And I dare u too say something to him about it, he’ll square TF UP.

Says some really offensive shit but he doesn’t care if you get upset because of it.

And he’ll say it loud and proud no matter how much of a dumbass he looks like saying it.

Jeff’s one of the most defiant proxies in the mansion

He listens to NO ONE and hates more than anything to be bossed around.

Though he partially listens to Slenderman, yk, bc he has to so he can live in the mansion. Masky too bc he’s Slenderman’s right hand man.

Can’t laugh like a normal person to save his life

Like he’s literally out of breath, red face, everything

“How do I befriend him?!?” I hear you say

Like I said before he loves his ego being satisfied so u could just blow smoke up his ass.

But to him you’ll be more like a “fan” than a friend.

And he will just use you for his benefit. He’ll step all over u since you’ve shown ur willing to be submissive to him ＿|￣|○

Show him you’re not to be fucked with but not to be intimidated by.

For Jeff it’s more about if you guys get along and have a good time together than having the same interests.

Jeff only plays favorites if he has a crush on you

Oh boy is he one petty motherfucker… He holds grudges over anything with anyone and is very vengeful.

He’s quick to temper too. He’ll go into a rage induced episodes and they can last for days at a time.

That’s due to his IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) and just him being a fucked up person.

He also has BPD (Bipolar Personality Disorder)

He’s not trying to manage his IED by being more laidback and comedic but that’s not really helping.

Not a big fan of animals. So if you were to ask him what is fav animal was he wouldn’t say any.

♥︎Interests♥︎

Wannabe lead guitarist

He’s not good enough to be the lead but his ego says otherwise.

He owns a sick ass guitar tho

Started out being emo in his early teens, now he’s more of a metal head.

(I don’t know much about nu-metal or any metal at ALL so I can’t rlly say who his favs are. SORRY IM AN EMO FUCK AT HEART OKAY???)

Listens to goth music occasionally too

Loves going to concerts no matter who’s performing

If you happen to bring up a band he’s seen live before he will 100% without fail say “I saw them live at _!” And will proceed to info dump about what went down.

Even worse if they were in their prime when he went.

Fashion wise he dresses alternative but it’s nothing fancy.

A band tee + hoodie or jacket, jeans, shoes (cons, or boots), for accessories belt and some spikes bracelets. That’s about it :v

And yes he does consider his piercings as accessories.

Paints his nails black on special occasions

Likes to collect weird stuff

His biggest collection is of knifes

Some of them are ornamental and some he actually uses to kill

He gets the money to fuel his collection off the dead bodies of his victims

Also has a strange fascination with history

Specifically historical torture methods & atrocities

Sometimes he uses the same torture methods he learned about on his victims.

HUGE HORROR NERD

He collects dvds of slasher & horror movies

And of course you can’t forget about the vintage TV to play them on!

He’s not a fan of snuff films or gore videos

It just takes out the art out of film making. Why should he watch uninspired shock gore for 0% satisfaction when he can go cause it for 100% satisfaction?

♥︎Killing♥︎

To Jeff killing is something he does for 3 things. Survival, satisfaction, and emotional regulation.

Once he’s got you in his grasp you won’t make it out alive.

Jeff commits the worst murders when he’s having a IED or BPD episode.

He’s not a kidnapper type serial killer

He likes to get the job done by the end of the day at the longest

He loves the taste of blood and often licks it off his knife

He thinks he can train himself to be able to taste the differences between blood types.

He just likes inflicting pain on complete strangers, it’s thrilling to him.

And it’s usually not a stab and go kill, when he first started out that’s how it was bc it was more for survival.

Now Jeff has the taste for blood. And he’s got some horrifyingly creative ways to extract it.

Nowadays you’ll be lucky if it’s a stab and go. His goal is to make sure u feel the agony, every. second. of. it.

He would never consider hurting someone close to him, that would severely fuck with him.

Since the murder of his family he has no one. So he cherishes the few people close to him a lot more than he used to.

He’s never had any regrets about any of the many murders he has committed.

The one and only time he’s ever felt bad about inflicting violence on someone is his older brother Liu.

♥︎Vices♥︎

Jeff is a regular smoker (hence why he smells like ash)

He’s able to blow different shapes out of smoke

Prefers cigarettes over anything else

Hates vapes tho, he think they make you look like a massive pussy.

He’ll flat out refuse to fw you if you whip out your fruity-tuti flavored e-stick when yall go on a smoke break.

Jeff’s not a big drinker

Drinking just ups his already high sex drive to the max and he acts like a complete idiot when he’s drunk. Then after all that his hangover is fucking hell.

At the most he’ll get a bit tipsy cause the boost in arousal makes sex tenfold better.

Jeff’s never done any hard drugs and doesn’t care to.

Who needs a drug addiction when you have a murder addiction?

Okay so about the self harm earlier…

♥︎A/N: Btw in my au Jeff had a much shitter life than the og Jeffery Woods so all of this with context makes sense.

Jeff doesn’t s/h anymore but did it heavily in his teens before he went crazy.

His life was genuinely a miserable hellscape that was picking at his sanity and at every turn it only got worse.

His mother and father didn’t care about him at all. The only person that actually cared and loved Jeff was Liu. But Liu rarely showed any affection towards Jeff so it didn’t really matter how Liu felt about him.

No one knew what Jeff was doing to himself up until he ended up in the hospital with the gashes on his cheeks.

You have reached the end. TYSM FOR READING!!!

I hope you enjoyed reading my headcanons, and I will be doing more hc’s in the future for other creepypastas.

Stay frosty❄️ BAIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

[mistytarot0919]

🍾✨2025 NEW YEAR GENERAL READING°🥂⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･

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2025 is close and I think that everyone is hoping for a better year. With all the problems, conflicts, natural disasters and all those things that had made 2024 quite difficult, I guess that everyone is wondering how will next year be.

By interacting with this post you will get an idea of how will 2025 be for you. This is a general reading as it can't reasonated with all of you but hope that it will cover as many aspects as possible as you can get an better idea of how will next year be.

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Quote : Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. (Albert Einstein)

Angel message: Look after yourself by acknowledging your desires and needs and taking steps to meet them. Examine and note your gifts, talents, and achievements. When you accept all aspects of yourself, you feel centred and confident. The, you can genuinely acknowledge others. Become aware of and nurture the goof qualities of the people in your life so that they feel relaxed and happy in your presence.

Affirmation: I acknowledge who I truly am.

Lucky colour of the year: Silver

Lucky number: 2 or 22.

Lucky day of the week: Wednesday

Details for the year ahead:

Empowerment and Choice: You have the power to change your situation, especially when faced with the restrictions. You are encouraged to recognize that while you may feel trapped, you have the ability to make different choices and to manifest a more fulfilling reality.

Relationship Dynamics: If this reading pertains to a relationship, it indicate the importance of connection and choice, but there are some fears or insecurities that are holding you back from fully engaging in that relationship you had always dreamed about. Cards are encouraging you to communicate openly and use your skills to address these issues.

Overcoming Obstacles: The key message here may be about overcoming mental barriers. There is a call for proactive measures to break free from the limitations. You will get the support from a partner and you must align your values with your actions(it's crucial in this process).

Self-Realization: There will be a journey of self-discovery, where you realize that the limitations you feel are often self-imposed. Use your resources wisely, but don't forget that choices and relationships play a significant role in your life path.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Conclusion:

Overall, this year you must understand the importance of recognizing your power to change your circumstances, the role of relationships in your life, and the need to confront and overcome feelings of being trapped or restricted. It suggests a journey towards empowerment, choice, and harmony.

✧ ༘⋆2025✧ ༘ ⋆✧ ༘⋆2025✧ ༘ ⋆✧ ༘⋆2025✧ ༘ ⋆✧ ༘⋆2025✧ ༘ ⋆✧ ༘⋆2025✧

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Quote: I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.(David Bowie)

Angel message: Trust the higher forces of life to know what is best for you and remember that when you are asked to wait, you are being prepared for something even better than you expected. So change your attitude to one of acceptance, relax and take stock. Do not rush off on some wild goose-chase or your lower will. When the time is right and you are ready and refreshed, the next door will open. Patience is always rewarded.

Affirmation: All things happen at the perfect time.

Lucky colour of the year: Gold.

Lucky number: 12.

Lucky day of the week: Monday

Details for the year ahead:

New Emotional Connections: This year you may be entering or deepening a significant relationship that brings emotional fulfillment. This could be a romantic partnership or a meaningful friendship.

Growth and Learning in Relationships: 2025 can add a layer of practicality and growth. This suggests that while you are experiencing emotional connections, there is also a need to approach these relationships with a sense of responsibility and a willingness to learn. This could mean taking steps to nurture the relationship, working on personal development, or exploring shared goals.

Balancing Emotions with Practicality: You are encouraged to balance your emotional experiences with practical considerations. It may be a time to communicate openly and honestly with your partner or loved ones about your feelings while also being mindful of the practical aspects of the relationship, such as financial stability or shared projects.

Potential for New Ventures: If this reading pertains to a project or creative endeavor, it might suggests that your emotional investment and collaborative efforts can lead to fruitful opportunities. It’s a call to embrace your passions while also being grounded and practical about your approach.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Conclusion:

Overall, 2025 highlights the importance of emotional connections and practical steps in creating fulfilling relationships and opportunities. It encourages you to embrace new beginnings while remaining open to learning and growth.

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Quote: No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again..(Buddha)

Angel message: We are all presented with opportunities and are expected to flow with the currents that come on our way. Be alert, be aware, be prepared. You can of course make your own opportunities. If you knock on enough doors, one will inevitable be opened to you. So you are also reminded to persevere, for it may be that a door which was previously locked had now been opened a crack. Quieten your mind and ask the angels to help you.

Affirmation: I am ready for all opportunities.

Lucky colour of the year: Light green.

Lucky number: 10.

Lucky day of the week: Thursday

Details for the year ahead:

Defense and Resilience: You need to protect what you have gained and to be ready to face challenges head-on. You may feel weary from the battles you've fought, but now you have the mental clarity and strategy to navigate these challenges effectively.

Strategic Thinking: This new year using your intellect and logic will be crucial in overcoming the obstacles. It might be a call to approach your struggles with a level-headed attitude, employing strategy rather than brute force.

Authority in Conflict: You might need to take a leadership role or act with authority in a situation where you feel challenged. You are encouraged to communicate your thoughts clearly and assertively while standing your ground.

Focus on communication: Communicate openly about any struggles and to stand your ground when facing obstacles, ensuring that both partners feel heard and respected. There is a need of resilience and assertiveness in the face of challenges. It's essential to approach any issues with logic and a willingness to be honest. You need to defend your relationship against external pressures and to stand firm in your convictions.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Conclusion:

2025 encourages a balance of resilience and strategic thinking. It suggests that while you may be weary from past struggles, you have the strength and intellect to defend your position and navigate through conflicts. Embrace your inner authority and use your clarity of thought to guide you through any challenges you face.

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[mattscoquette]

‘25 goals and ‘24 recap ♡ ୨୧ ࣪ ˖

while everyone is so focused on achievements and goals for the new year, i think it’s important to look back at what impactful things you did this year. this is a list of my most memorable moments within the last year, and my goals for the next. feel free too reblog with yours :)

— this was truly a year for the books. although i struggled with my mental health a lot, alongside other things in my personal life, i still think this year was good for me as a person and i learned a lot about myself. this is (in no particular order) some things i did this year that i think are worth mentioning.

౨ৎ started my fitness journey - i was in the gym five days a week for the longest period ever in my life. i learned to portion my food and began to eat cleaner and looked and felt the best i ever had in YEARS. as someone who struggled for a long time with self image and discipline, this was very healing for me.

౨ৎ i lost a few friends, but i made SO many new ones on here.

౨ৎ started journaling. i wrote about my day and what i was feeling. i found that having some sort of outlet really helped me with my anxiety.

౨ৎ picked up a long lost love for writing. i started to upload my work onto a platform for the first time in five years.

౨ৎ made my first big girl purchase and bought my dream car.

౨ৎ really found out my style and aesthetic. the clothes i like, the styles, colors, etc., after struggling with it for a long time.

౨ৎ developed and grew my blog to what it is today. coming on here is such an outlet for me, and i can’t thank you all enough. i know i’m just a blog on this app, but i seriously take every compliment and kind word to heart. even the smallest compliments will make my day. this year was hard on me, but everyone on this app made it so much better. i love all the love i get on here, i couldn’t be more thankful 🤍🤍 i seriously love eveyone on here so much.

special shoutout to @55sturn @sweetangelgirl7 @sirenedeslily @mattybsgroupie @freshloveee @pip4444chris @secretlocket @chrisweetheart @luverboychris @bernardsbendystraws @mattsdolll @cvnntagious + all of my mutuals ❣︎ i truly appreciate and love every one of you, i love talking with u guys so much. u make this app so fun <3

— it’s somewhat cheesy to have the “new year, new me” mindset, but i really think the start of a new year is a great way to clean the slate. they seem to go by fast, but one year can change so much. these are my goals for the new year.

౨ৎ exercise (4-5 days a week)

౨ৎ eat healthy and be mindful about food

౨ৎ ace all classes for both spring & fall semesters

౨ৎ figure out where i’m transferring to after my two year school

౨ৎ new job as a server / waitress

౨ৎ make and save lots of money

౨ৎ wardrobe and closet makeover

౨ৎ long healthy hair, white teeth

౨ৎ stop drinking soda , make coffee at home

౨ৎ get more into self care

౨ৎ listen to more music and new artists , explore albums and songs i don’t know of artists i currently like

౨ৎ write more often , try not to hold myself to a standard or a ridiculously high expectation

౨ৎ be kind to myself

all in all, i’m very excited to see what the new year brings, but sad to see this one go. this year was one i don’t think i’ll ever forget. i grew so much, and i really tend to forget that at time, as does everyone. you’re so focused on the road ahead of you, you forget to look back and see how far you’ve come. no matter what you do in your life, remember to be kind to yourself and don’t give up because you deserve to live the best life you can. i hope everyone has a very happy and healthy new year !!! i love you all <3

[animalsalvationassociation]

Calling all Octo-Agents!

Yes! You! Please read till the end, and if you don't have the patience/energy for it rn, come back later! It'll be worth it I promise!

So the holidays are now pretty much over, (except for New Years ofc, but I digress.) meaning I've been looking for new ways to improve my Au. You see, it's come to my attention that I'm not as organized or as thorough as I thought I was.

I've created a lot of lore/characters for this Au, but not very many people really know what's going on anymore. Even I get lost, and it's been a little frustrating ngl. So, seeing as this blog is officially over a year old, I think it's time to "fix" my mistakes and take a new approach.

Ya'll might've noticed that I've been slowing down on content. I haven't been spending as much time on my art, meaning the quality (well I wouldn't say it's gotten worse) hasn't been as strong as some others I've created in the past.

(Don't get me wrong, I'm not making a resolution for the new year, that's dumb and we all know those never last.)

So here's what I'm promising instead since this clearly is the only thing I'm allowed to work on at the moment (not saying I don't have other projects, but if I want to actually publish this story at any point I'm going to have to spend as much time as I can on it, meaning I have to make some sacrifices - RIP my FNaf's & Undertale fanfics)

1. Full Character Redesigns

Taking all the core characters (The Octonauts / Octo-Agents / Y.N. & Fae / The A.S.A. / C.L.A.D.E. / etc.) and giving them a full reference sheet with details, headcanons, and an updated design.

Creating family/relationship tree for those characters (parents/siblings/love interests/etc.)

Family/Team “Photos”

Crossovers (I will still be doing multiple crossovers and soon they will get their very own redesigns!)

2. Updating the Master Post

3. Updating the “Pinned” Blog Post

For reference this will no longer be the current top post with all of the A.S.A. members, but a poster I will create for the fanfic to make the blog appear cleaner. (I won’t delete that post I’m just going to unpin it since the designs are old and not as useful as they used to be)

4. Asks will open January 1st, but I will not start answering any asks before February 1st!

That is so I can properly prepare and reevaluate the blog’s content so there is more information available to anyone who wants to ask questions for the Octonauts/Octo-Agents.

5. A.S.A.’s Rating & Genre (Fanfic)

This story will now be classified as Cryptozoological Fiction, with partial Horror / Science Fiction & will be drawing straight from Folklore & Mythology. (For “Sci-Fi” don’t think space/aliens, think Cryptids in a scientifically evolved world.)

The rating is now PG-14

(Poll Results)

6. Fanfiction

This is really for the fanfiction itself. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about this. As of this current moment I have 1, maybe 2 chapters written out, and soon I hope to have more. However I am my own editor/beta reader, so it might not be as polished as I’d like to be, but I’m just going to have to accept that.

Unless I can find a bunch of people who can do that stuff for me, for fun, that’s the state this story will be in. You’ll have to have patient with me, I’m using all the tools I have at my disposal (Grammarly, Google Docs, LibreOffice, etc.) but I am a human with heavy ADHD and reading/comprehension disabilities, so please be kind.

7. Weekly Posts

I will still be posting weekly, just not on Tuesdays. I realize it’s only been stressing me out to post on that day every week and so I’ve been abusing my attempts at a proper sleep schedule because of it. I still work a very busy retail job and will have to get a secondary job sometime soon, so unfortunately you’ll just have to add me to your notifications if you want to know when I’ve posted.

8. The Future . . .

This one is for anyone who’s gotten this far. I want you to know that the Octonauts still mean so much to me. Even if we aren’t getting updates anymore, the community is still somewhat alive even if it's only a few of us. Maybe one day we’ll get our kickstart, but for now I will continue making content until I’m satisfied with the story and it’s ending. If I stray every now and then, that’s just because I have the attention span of a goldfish with a million hobbies and fandoms that constantly need attention. I love you guys and I promise to do my very best to make my mark on the internet, even if it’s for a silly kids show about talking/walking/nerdy animals who save fish every day.

9. January's Posting Plan

Week 1: Finishing the Octonaut's Headcanons

Week 2: My Christmas gift to the Community

Week 3: Silly Y/N & Fae Content (No it doesn't make sense, deal with it)

Week 4: Screencap Redraw

Week 5: Starting Redesigns

If you made it this far . . . here's a cookie and the secret formula.

🍪🍾

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

so i think this might have been top three, if not top one, worst years of my life; and while i still don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel, as i’m still concerningly depressed and consistently declining (my therapist just quit her job so now i have to start all over w someone new AND my psychiatrist wants me to take 6 wks off work to do iop dbt so that’s fun), i’ve managed to conjure up some teeny tiny shreds of hope that next year will be even slightly better

i don’t drink much bc i really hate the taste of alcohol lmao so i probably won’t be drinking tonight and i’ll probably be in bed asleep when the ball drops

but i wanted to say thank you to all of you, who have been so so kind to me since i decided to join our little tumblr community. you guys have provided comfort to me in some really really dark times (and i literally suck so much at responding to people so i apologize for that and rest assured, its one of my resolutions lolol), and even in the not so dark times when i get one of those cute ask trends (the ones where its a cute message and then you send it to your favorite blogs too, y’all know what i’m talking abt) in my inbox bc truly i love them sm 🥺. they make my day every single time i see one, even if i don’t respond to it right away

happy new years everyone🍾🎊 hopefully this next year is better for all of us, even if this year wasn’t all that bad for you

(also even though i quite literally just admitted to being terrible at responding ((again so sorry)), send me messages bc i love this little community and i want to talk to more of you guys and be lil friends bc y’all seem so fucking sick and cool as shit and i promise i’ll try so hard to respond better stg but also pls have some grace if i don’t sometimes bc sometimes i don’t have the mental capacity to formulate any kind of sentence or response in any way but stg i’ll try my best😭)

(also also thank you to every single person who puts any kind of time and effort into writing any and all of the fics that are out there ((check out my fic recs for all of my favs (((i’m a smut whore if no one could tell😅))) )). genuinely and sincerely those get me through every day of my life ((esp when i reread my absolute favs in the entire world)) and i love to see all of your different writing styles. i’m so looking forward to whatever different directions you all go in with your writing and ideas. cheers to y’all for making my life a whole lot more bearable lmao🥂)

edit: i’ve decided i’m forcing myself to stay up until midnight so that i can ring in the new year listening to miracle (specifically the “i wanted to dress a blade up in red w both of our necks…” part🥹) yk to drum up good vibes for the new year. upward and onwards everyone🤝🏻

[llflorence]

Can I convince you to fall for me?

RatedE, Second Chance AU, Complete ✅

Be sure to check out the art by @gahellhimself-blog here.

Thirty miles go by rather quickly when the driver is doing seventy miles per hour while kissing each of one’s fingers and also squeezing the inner length of one’s thigh.

Aziraphale is convinced he’s going to die. But he’s not that bothered by it.

What a way to go.

He doesn’t die, of course, because Anthony can do everything. The car slides to a halt in a snow-covered driveway before a bungalow-style house that is much tinier than Aziraphale had expected. Anthony slams it in park and heaves himself from the car, runs around the front, and pulls Aziraphale out before he can register that they’re really here.

They start making out against the car before the door is even closed. Anthony cups Aziraphale’s face between buttery-soft leather gloves. His lips are crushing, his tall, lithe body so strong, almost overpowering. Aziraphale’s mind goes completely blank as he rides a wave of anticipation that has him aching most painfully.

When Aziraphale shivers, not from the cold but with delight, Anthony groans and pulls away.

“God,” he says. His exhale steams in the cold night air. “You are the most amazing kisser.”

Part of Aziraphale wants to protest; all he’s doing is standing there. But another part knows it simply because he has a connection to this man that he hasn’t felt with anyone else.

“Come on inside,” Anthony says, waggling his brows. “And I do mean that literally.”

Aziraphale laughs. They shuffle through the ankle-deep snow to a path that leads to the front door. Anthony holds it open, flips on a light in the entryway. And the second Aziraphale is inside, Anthony is kissing him again.

“Mm,” he hums as he allows Aziraphale room to breathe again. “I’m going to give you a tour, and kiss you in every room of this house.”

Aziraphale’s heart thuds in his chest. “Oh.”

Anthony discards his coat and suit jacket, hangs them on a row of hooks on the wall, then helps Aziraphale to do the same.

“So,” he announces, straightening to his full height and smiling widely. He sweeps an arm from one wall to the next. “This, my friend, is the entry.”

It’s not meant to be funny, but Aziraphale finds it so. He chuckles as he removes his shoes. He hopes his feet don’t stink too badly.

Anthony takes his hand and pulls him down the hallway toward what looks to be a very large kitchen. “Well, if you liked that, you’re going to love this!”

Bright and open, completely modernized with shiny chrome surfaces, Aziraphale notes that the amount of space between one counter and the opposite wall is bigger than his entire apartment. And he decides this home is the TARDIS: bigger on the inside.

“I do love –” he begins, but stops when he notices Anthony working to remove his tie. Long elegant fingers slide seductively (or at least, that’s what Aziraphale sees) to loosen and slip through and pull from beneath an unbuttoned collar. Two more buttons are gone before Aziraphale has time to brace against the center kitchen island, and then Anthony is reaching for his tie, too.

“I thought you preferred bow ties,” he says, speaking right down the inside of his collar and into the hollow of Aziraphale’s clavicle.

Aziraphale, ear twinging as if a cat has purred into it, continues with the Dr. Who theme. “Bow ties are cool.”

Anthony snorts a laugh and runs his nose along the collar’s edge, working the top buttons of the shirt. He kisses the throbbing pulse on Aziraphale’s neck.

“Do you like my kitchen?”

Aziraphale, currently on cloud nine under the influence of a succubus, whimpers.

“That’s a yes,” Anthony smiles. He makes a point to suckle under the point of his Adam’s apple, then moves abruptly and quickly, tugging Aziraphale by the elbow into the next room.

“Living room.”

It’s a space that has been taken over by a sectional couch and large ottomans, like some type of harem tent with a massive TV on the wall. It’s clear that this room is meant to be a haven from the outside world; a place to escape reality and fall into something less stressful.

Aziraphale wonders for a moment which body part will be next, until Anthony begins undoing the remainder of his own buttons. His smile has turned wicked.

He’s not wearing an undershirt, as evident by the skin that peeks out little by little. Underneath he’s bare with hints of dark red hair that looks as if it’s been groomed to follow the curves of a surprisingly lean-muscled chest. This, of course, sets Aziraphale into a panic, because he knows he’s about to be next. And he isn’t quite sure he’s ready for Anthony to see the regrettable soft body that lays hidden under his clothing.

But as Anthony works Aziraphale’s buttons, gaze focused on the job, that fear eases slightly. Eases because it feels incredibly good to have someone dote on him in such a way.

Anthony slides both hands beneath Aziraphale’s untucked undershirt once the buttons are finished. The initial shock of warm fingers causes Aziraphale to stiffen. But as the shirt rides up over the swell of his belly, bunching under Anthony’s steady movements, he heaves a deep sigh and gives himself a talking-to.

Now listen here, Aziraphale, he scolds. He hears the voice in his head. This man is not afraid of your skin, so why the hell are you? 

And he answers, out loud. “I’m afraid you won’t like what you see.”

To that, Anthony looks up, ceases the worship of his body, quizzical. His thumbs are dangerously close to Aziraphale’s nipples.

“And why on earth would I not like it?”

Aziraphale shrugs and decides to be honest. What does he have to lose at this point? “Because of the extra weight, and the lack of any muscle to speak of. Getting older, you know?”

Anthony’s concern turns into understanding, and he takes a step closer yet. He does indeed find both nipples. Circles them with his thumbs. It feels absolutely incredible.

“I do know. I happen to be experiencing age too.”

Nails scrape across sensitive surfaces and Aziraphale whines. He closes his eyes and tries to stay on course. “I’ve got three years on you, and you know it. No need to be smug about it.”

Anthony is grinning when Aziraphale opens his eyes. The man is full-on pinching both nipples now. 

“I’m not smug. I’m smitten,” he croons before ducking his head. Aziraphale quickly reaches for Anthony’s shoulders lest he pass out from pleasure.

Lightning zings straight to his crotch as Anthony suckles, as he pulls with teeth and laves with tongue and –

“God!”

The other nipple gets served the same kind of attention, and Anthony combs spread fingers through Aziraphale’s chest hair. He briefly remembers a discussion about removing it; by the feel of it, Anthony seems to be enjoying himself. Aziraphale is glad for understanding stylists.

Anthony makes a pained sound as he pulls back, as he allows Aziraphale’s shirt to fall, as he joins their hands and pulls once again.

“The study is next. Where I write. Where I keep my plants. I think you’ll like it.”

Aziraphale does indeed like it.

Maybe it’s the raging adrenaline, but Aziraphale can barely breathe as he walks into a virtual jungle. The whole outside wall is fitted with large panes of glass. Every available surface is covered by a hanging or or shelved or suctioned plant. He had forgotten the other man’s obsession with flora.

Anthony is beaming by this time, as he guides Aziraphale with one hand between his shoulder blades. “Look outside into the backyard. I’m building a greenhouse.”

Aziraphale laughs as he searches for an available peephole. He ends up pushing aside a spider plant to make room, and as he gazes out on a snow-filled back garden, he does indeed see a concrete slab upon which a frame has been partially erected.

He feels rather than hears Anthony sidle up behind him. Feels hands slide across his waistline. Feels fingers find his belt. He forgets to suck in his gut as those fingers unloose his belt, the button, the zipper. And he forgets to breathe as trousers are pushed off his substantial hips and glide down his legs to the floor.

Aziraphale thinks he can guess what Anthony intends to kiss next, as he finds purchase with both hands on the windowsill. With fingers inside his underwear, forcing the waistband over the bulge of his backside, Anthony means to kiss his –

“Oh, this ass,” he moans, muffled-like, crouching as underwear is peeled away from skin. “You’d make me a very happy man if you would give me permission to –”

“Yes,” Aziraphale breathes, fogging the glass. “Yes. Anything. Anything.”

A hand smooths out the hairs on one cheek. There’s a smile in Anthony’s voice when he speaks next. “No. Not anything,” he whispers. Aziraphale feels warm breath on the meat of that same cheek. “Only the things you like, my Angel.”

The sound Aziraphale makes, hearing that name, feeling those lips pressing into the skin of his backside?

“Fuck!”

Anthony snuffles as he laughs into the kiss. “Yes, yes. Patience. I’ve still got two more rooms to go!”

Aziraphale feels most gravely disappointed when his underwear is returned to its original position, as his trousers are pulled up, as the zipper is rezipped. He lets this fact be known when Anthony directs and pulls him up the stairs.

“You didn’t have to stop.”

Anthony’s laugh echoes in the open space. “Oh, but I did. If I continued, I’d be rogering you against the desk. And that is indecent for an Angel such as yourself.”

Aziraphale is momentarily stunned at the word. At both words, but one in particular. He most certainly is not angelic. There are fantasies he wouldn’t dream of telling anyone. Not even Anthony.

Well, possibly not Anthony. Not yet, anyway.

The upstairs is smaller than the downstairs, consisting of only two rooms. On the left lies the bedroom, on the right, the bath. It’s to the right that Anthony directs him first. 

Like a specter performing a jumpscare on a haunted house visitor, Aziraphale’s image is suddenly reflected back at him from a very large mirror. He absolutely hates looking at his reflection. In fact, he purposely avoids doing so in his own bath, especially if he’s naked. And since he’s partially undressed, his belly hanging out and his hair all askew, he immediately recoils and looks away.

Anthony, unaware, follows him inside, peeling back Aziraphale’s shirt and then pulling it off by both sleeves. He lifts the undershirt all the way to his shoulders, then kisses gently between the shoulder blades there.

“Close the door,” he whispers, lips moving faintly against Aziraphale’s skin. “Take a few deep breaths. I think we both need to put our thoughts in order.”

And then he leaves. He backs out and rounds the corner until he disappears, most likely, into the bedroom. With heart in his throat, not exactly frightened, but close, Aziraphale obeys and shuts the door between them.

Aziraphale follows the advice and tries to calm himself. A nagging voice in the back of his skull is laughing at him, asking why someone like Anthony would be interested in someone like Aziraphale. But he shoves the voice way down deep. And he forces himself to look in the mirror.

“He wants you,” he says to the reflection. “He wants you so badly that he needs space.”

And that serves to boost his ego.

He discards the trousers, slips off both socks. He musses his hair to something less like he stuck a finger in a socket. He rinses out his mouth. He relieves himself and washes the parts of him that have been sweating. And then he takes a deep breath and struggles out of his undershirt.

Anthony is leaning against the opposite wall when Aziraphale emerges, still mostly clothed, eyes wide. He takes a very long, very purposeful look at everything Aziraphale has to offer.

And then Anthony is scrambling out of his clothes, too.

It makes Aziraphale laugh. “Where’s the fire?” he asks.

It’s three whole seconds before Anthony, in bright red boxers and lovely, freckled and deliciously hairy skin, replies.

“Fuck, Angel,” he says. He’s panting, hands shaking. Out of sorts as if Aziraphale has dealt him a blow to the stomach. He stands in the hallway as if unsure of what to do next. “Here I thought I couldn’t want you more.”

Aziraphale laughs nervously but knows he can’t give up just yet. He steps across the hall and takes Anthony’s fingers in his own.

“I want you, too.”

It’s a long, long walk to the edge of Anthony’s bed, with its shiny black sheets and a headboard so monstrous Aziraphale wonders how they got it in the bloody house. But he makes it. And he manages not to keel over sideways when Anthony indicates he should sit on the bed. And Anthony drops to his knees and pushes Aziraphale’s thighs apart.

Those stunning eyes under long lashes skewer him dead, that fantastic mouth forms a crooked smile. And Aziraphale already guesses what he’s going to ask.

“Please,” he begs, not even needing to hear the question.

Perfect teeth appear between wet lips, and Anthony wastes no time snagging Aziraphale’s elastic band. He pulls and tucks it under Aziraphale’s balls, then sits back and groans.

Aziraphale’s cock is half-hard, at least. It flops over his thigh, giving a valiant twitch of interest. Anthony watches for a long, long, long long moment. As if it’s the most amazing thing he’s seen. As if Aziraphale is his dream come true.

And isn’t that divine?

The man’s tongue runs along the inside of his upper lip, and then Anthony suddenly takes hold of Aziraphale’s cock, pulling it away from his body.  He grips with cautious, gentle fingers. Lightly teasing at the tip, then firmer pressure just below the ridge. But it’s his eyes that are causing the most amount of damage. He looks so honestly wrecked.

Aziraphale has been sucked before. It’s his preferred method, if he’s honest with himself. Most of his fantasies over the past week have been of Anthony taking him inside that perfect, clever mouth. 

Just. Like. This.

Not that he was prepared in the least, but Aziraphale does not expect to feel Anthony’s growling vibrations the second he kisses the soft, fleshy end. Aziraphale doesn’t expect the man to rub his closed lips back and forth, back and forth, a gesture of utmost intimacy. It feels amazingly good. Better than he remembers ever feeling in the past. And he thinks for half a second that he will have no trouble coming under Anthony’s care.

It doesn’t happen right away, nor does it begin to reach any kind of peak for some time. Anthony seems satisfied to tease Aziraphale within an inch of his life. Pulling away the second he makes any sort of impassioned noise at all.

Aziraphale has always been a moaner. Trying to keep it inside whilst Anthony begins to suck his stiffening cock, lower and lower, harder and harder, is torture at its best.

When Aziraphale stops making noises, Anthony ups the ante and takes Aziraphale’s hand, puppeting it into his slicked-back hair. He groans around Aziraphale’s erection, opening to suck in a gasp of air through his mouth. Strings of spittle stretch between them. Bubbles form at the corners of Anthony’s mouth. And Aziraphale’s excitement multiplies tenfold at the sloppy mess it makes in his lap.

“F-f —” he exhales, forgetting everything but that incredible point of contact between wet tongue and weeping cock. He slides fingers underneath Anthony’s hair at the neckline and encourages a deeper, faster pace.

His friend stutters, chokes hard, recovers quickly. He gets both hands inside the back of Aziraphale’s underwear and squeezes each ass cheek almost to the point of pain.

Anthony doesn’t sink all the way down. He’s smart enough, experienced enough to know that’s not where the nerve endings are. Instead, he works his tongue hard and fast, worrying a veritable hole in Aziraphale’s frenulum. It’s so good, the way Anthony shakes his head side to side, that Aziraphale has no trouble climbing to the summit.

“Anthony,” he gasps, clenching against his orgasm. He’s not sure if Anthony wants him that way.

As it turns out, the man is even more deviant than Aziraphale thought. He rips his mouth away, spits against his fist, and jacks Aziraphale into oblivion.

An eighteen-wheeler slamming through an overpass that’s much too short and narrow has nothing on the pressure, the intensity, the release that Aziraphale experiences. He comes suddenly, and he comes hard. And inside that incredible pulsing moment, he hears Anthony chuckle as he squeezes out every last drop.

“Look at you,” he gushes. “You’re gorgeous! ”

And that’s when he runs a hand up the length of each of Aziraphale’s thighs, jumping over the bunched state of his underwear, and right through the ejaculate that spilled on Aziraphale’s stomach.

Anthony leans in, and Aziraphale is pretty sure he places gentle kisses over the swell of his belly. He could be wrong, of course, but it’s almost as if the extra padding is something Anthony is —

Well. Worshipping.

It takes several long moments before Aziraphale can hear again. He’s not used to such activity, the lack of oxygen and overwhelming sensation of bliss. He’s uncertain what to think as Anthony continues stroking and kissing his gut. But he’s sure if he were to stand up, he’d immediately come crashing back to earth.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before now,” Anthony groans, sounding just as fucked out as Aziraphale feels. The man climbs up onto the bed on all fours, catching Aziraphale around the neck and hauling him backward onto the mattress. They laugh, fall side by side practically on top of each other, and Anthony budges up close to kiss the apple of Aziraphale’s cheek. He smells of spunk and sweat and toothpaste, a lingering minty-freshness, as if he’d worried about his presentation, too.

Aziraphale’s heart still hammers in his chest, and he's fairly sweaty in lots of undesirable places. But Anthony’s looking at him, nose flaring as he breathes deep of their combined body scents, like Aziraphale is a precious and rare commodity. He can’t quite believe they are where they are.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?” Aziraphale poses, throwing caution to the wind and speaking freely, without a filter. “We can do this however much we want now.”

And, oh. Isn’t that presuming all sorts of things?

Anthony’s face falls, and he looks suddenly nervous.

“Oh, I dunno about that, Angel. I probably got one good one in me. Not as virile as I was in my youth, you know.”

And he winks, the bastard.

This total misread of Aziraphale’s meaning makes it worse.

“I didn’t mean tonight,” Aziraphale says, trying to fix what he’s most likely broken by opening his big, fat mouth. “I meant . . .”

A lump lodges in his throat. Anthony’s brows quiver up and down.

“I meant, only if you want —“

“You think this is a one-and-done thing, don’t you?” Anthony interrupts. He’s rolled into Aziraphale, knee pinning his lower leg beneath it.

Aziraphale absolutely does not think this. At least, not in his own case.  “That’s not what I meant.”

“And I meant that I should have snatched you up sooner,” Anthony continues. “Called to say hi, check that you were doing OK. I meant that I could have been your lover all this time since the divorce.”

The lump in Aziraphale’s throat becomes a sob, an inhale of air that brings the height of his emotions crashing down.

“I would have liked that very much,” he manages, eyes burning. The bittersweet sadness of wasted time is heartbreaking.

Without warning, Anthony gathers Aziraphale against his chest, hugging and hugging and hugging him. “I know it’s probably not the right time to say this, under the influence of your brand of seduction. But I fell for you the first day you visited my cubicle.”

“And I’ve already told you how I feel,” Aziraphale whispers, hardly able to keep his heart from bounding out of his chest. He’d said those three words to Anthony before either of them were divorced. “It hasn’t changed.”

Thick eyebrows lift in amusement, and Anthony smiles broadly. “I would hope your feelings have increased, at least a little bit. That was an impressive display of orgasmic euphoria just now.”

He’s teasing, and he’s so very close, and it’s everything Aziraphale has wanted now for –

“Hang on,” Aziraphale says, frowning. “How long have you been divorced?”

Anthony presses closer to nuzzle against Aziraphale’s cheek. “Oh, four, five years now?”

The sinking feeling in Aziraphale’s gut has as little to do with regret as it does with the overwhelming desire to make things up to this incredible, forgiving man.

“Five years?” he repeats. Aziraphale is suddenly very aware of a very convincing erection pressed hot and heavy against his upper thigh. He feels the tiniest bit guilty that they’ve stopped to talk before Anthony has climaxed. Even if it is to clarify where each of them stands at the beginning of an exciting new relationship.

Anthony doesn’t seem distracted, though. He finds Aziraphale’s chin with his thumb and strokes the divot there. He searches Aziraphale’s eyes for something. Waits patiently. Smirks slyly.

Empowered and hopeful and not one to shirk his duties (and also not thinking at all about Anthony’s suggestion of himself as a new landlord), Aziraphale pushes up on his elbow and shifts his weight. He hooks his ankle around Anthony’s knee, dives with a determined hand into Anthony’s boxers, and takes the man’s long, lean cock by the base.

As Anthony’s eyelashes flutter and he heaves a massive, content sigh, Aziraphale thinks about the future, and he’s suddenly not afraid at all.

“Well, you and me and five years' worth of middle-aged make-up sex,” he hums, rolling slowly so that he’s returning the favor, and has Anthony firmly by the cock. “What do you say?”

Anthony J. Crowley, the hottest man Aziraphle has ever met, closer than sin, skin on skin, smiles devilishly through stunning golden-brown eyes, and says:

“Yes.”

Read on AO3.

[ciphermitarai]

I got an ask on the mark blog pertinent to this while I was writing this post so it’s a sign I guess.

My Disorganized Thoughts On Why Mark Berskii Acts The Way He Does

I think the reason why I got so attached to Mark immediately is because I saw a lot of myself in him. Mark acts really standoffish and uncomfortable, kind of snarky in general, in a way that indicates (clearly) that not only does he not trust his classmates, but he never did. This isn’t to say I know the real reasons why he acts the way he does, but it is to say that my insights might be of some form of value to other people.

From my personal perspective, his behavior mirrors the way I acted in high school quite a bit. It’s pretty easy to forget that Mark would be a first year college student, or in his last year of high school. (I’m also eighteen.) He’s obviously impacted by the game in a realistic way—I think his vulnerabilities are evident in places. On cue grabs beanie, pulls down over face.

But as for the reason why I think he acts this way from the very beginning, or at least what of I see of myself in him… I acted that way out of anxiety. I didn’t fit in very well with my peers (whaaat? Me? Nooo way!!!) so I became standoffish. I came from a pretty closed-off town, so I kind of hardened to my peers. They didn’t welcome me, they even made fun of me, so I became sort of… pre-emptively a bit of a jerk as a way of protecting myself. That mindset gets cyclical. It gets hard to admit that other people might actually want to be let into your world, genuinely, and aren’t making fun of you in some way. I’m also fairly often characterized as being standoffish and rude without intending to, partially because of this and partially because of autism, tone issues, my face, whatever.

Which brings me to

self esteem issues

This sort of behavior is heavily exacerbated by a feeling of low self-worth. I think the reason why Mark doesn’t want anyone to comment on his work isn’t particularly mysterious, especially while it’s live! Recently, I showed an animatic I made to some family friends who were essentially obligated to receive it well, and I couldn’t even look while it was happening. If I trust someone, it’s okay for me to show my work to them. But with people I don’t know or trust, I’d rather they just not say anything at all about it, especially if I’m not showing it out of my own will. it would be impossible for me to believe that they’re telling the truth, you know? It’s actually sort of upsetting!

Showing your work to fellow classmates, which Mark might already have a negative predisposition towards if he was received in a similar way, probably provokes such a reaction.

I can’t ever say for sure why Mark feels negatively about his own work, but what I can say is that when you do become heavily invested in a creative drive, when you create things that you personally don’t like, it can be shattering. Especially when you have a lot of effort put into it! If your art is an expression of “you”, then what is this?

For someone on the world stage, the disconnect is million fold. He’s known for things that he doesn’t identify with, that he doesn’t like, for whatever reason that may be. So when people tell him positive things about it… it not only doesn’t mean anything, but it feels like an insult. I hope that one day he can create something he is proud of.

oh Also

I think mark’s alligator symbolism is really interesting. He too is lying in wait in a sense. It’s totally possible that he does some fucked up shit in the future, but I feel like it would be out of desperation, or in other words it wouldn’t have much to do with his outward personality.

It’s important to remember that, again, he’s eighteen. He has some semblance of principles—at least, I think that’s why he’s so resistant to Damon after the whole Cara thing. I don’t think he’s secretly evil, or even overly hateful. Something that shouldn’t be underestimated, yes, and someone definitely capable of rising to the level of cruelty that the killing game necessitates, but he’s clearly only snarky to people who are loud and abrasive themselves (or, I guess, exceedingly stupid).

And I think that’s why there’s appeal in jettski, platonic or romantic—jett doesn’t care about the things that mark hates about himself. That’s obvious from the beginning. And I think that those attempts to get closer to him make mark, annoyed as he is, feel like someone does actually see worth in him, or want to go out of their way to talk to him. Maybe just a little bit.

Or maybe I’m just projecting. Who knows?

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Okay, and thanks in advance if you write, I just liked the way you wrote it, that I wanted a continuation 👉👈

Yan!sonic and sloth!reader have a romantic (and mutually codependent) relationship, their friends (from Sonic's side) are happy for them, but they also notice that they spend an anxious amount of time with each other waiting for a couple, but seeing that reader and Sonic are happy with everything, friends have to accept all this, except for reader's only remaining friend, who somehow finds reader without Sonic, and tries to tell them that what is happening between the two is not normal, but reader does not care about this, they are not stupid, they know what is happening, and they even like what is happening, then Sonic finds them, and reader goes home, they do not ask where their friend went, and where Sonic was ... reader doesn't care

A/n: first continuation I've done on this blog, so I hope it's not like, contradicting first one.

Yandere!Sonic x Sloth!Reader

Your relationship with Sonic has become something of an anomaly, even to his closest friends. The way the two of you cling to each other, spending nearly every waking moment together, would raise eyebrows if it were anyone else. But for you and Sonic, it just works. He thrives off your dependency, and you find comfort in the way he takes control of everything, leaving you free to simply exist at your own pace.

Sonic’s friends, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and the others, are happy for him in their own way.

They’ve noticed the sparkle in his eye when he talks about you, the softer way he moves around you, as if you’re something delicate and precious. It’s a side of Sonic they’ve never seen before, and for the most part, they chalk it up to love.

But even they can’t ignore how... intense it all seems.

Tails worries about how much time Sonic spends with you. He’s used to Sonic zipping around the world, barely able to sit still, but now Sonic’s entire schedule revolves around you. Tails once voiced his concern gently, only for Sonic to brush it off with a laugh.

Amy is over the moon that Sonic finally has someone, even if it isn’t her. She’s a hopeless romantic, so she chooses to see your relationship in the best light. "They’re just really close! Nothing wrong with that," she tells herself, though even she can’t ignore the way Sonic bristles whenever anyone suggests spending time with you alone.

Knuckles is the most suspicious. "Doesn’t it seem a little... off?" he mutters to Amy one day. But when Amy scolds him for being cynical, he drops it. After all, you don’t seem to be complaining, and Sonic looks genuinely happy.

Despite their reservations, none of them interfere. As long as you and Sonic are happy, who are they to judge?

Your own life, however, isn’t as free of judgment. You only have one friend left from your life before Sonic. A tenacious person who somehow manages to find you during one of the rare moments you’re without him.

You were at the park, sitting on a bench, when your friend approached you. They looked agitated, their words coming out in a rush.

"Y/n, I need to talk to you about Sonic," they said, glancing around nervously as if expecting him to appear out of nowhere.

You blinked at them slowly, taking a moment to process their words. "What about Sonic?" you asked, your voice calm, unbothered.

"This... this thing between you two,it’s not normal," they said. "He’s with you all the time, he’s isolating you, controlling you- don’t you see it?"

You tilted your head, their words sinking in but not quite hitting the way they expected. "I know," you said simply.

They froze. "You know?"

You gave them a small smile. "I’m not stupid. I know what’s happening. And I like it."

Your friend’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to find a response. "You like it?" they finally managed. "But this isn’t healthy. Relationships aren’t supposed to be like this!"

You shrugged. "I’m happy. Sonic knows what’s best for me. I trust him."

Before they could argue further, a familiar gust of wind blew past, and there he was, Sonic, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes sharp and locked onto your friend.

"Everything okay here?" He asked, his tone casual but his posture rigid.

Your friend paled, taking a step back. They looked at you one last time, desperation in their eyes, but you simply stood up and walked over to Sonic without a second thought.

"Let’s go home," you said softly, leaning into his side.

Sonic’s arm immediately wrapped around you, his eyes narrowing as he pulled you close. "Sure thing," he said, shooting a final glare at your friend before leading you away.

You didn’t ask where your friend went. You didn’t ask why Sonic had shown up when he did, or what might have happened while you weren’t looking.

You didn’t care.

As far as you were concerned, your friend was wrong. Your relationship with Sonic might not be normal, but it didn’t need to be. You trusted him, and he made you feel safe in a way no one else ever had.

Whatever Sonic did to keep you close, you didn’t need to know. All that mattered was that he was there, protecting you, guiding you, and making sure you never had to worry about a thing.

And Sonic? He couldn’t be happier. You were his, completely and utterly, and nothing, and no one, could ever change that.

[genderqueerdykes]

Also I appreciate your blog. I’m disabled and homeless, currently not able to work. Not on disability bc I was ill before 18 and worked before then. now I’m 26 no insurance or meds I need, and just living with strangers. Anyways I hope you get the help you need. I appreciate you sharing and educating even if I don’t understand everything. The time you take to dedicate to this blog and sharing experiences is great. Thank you for what you do.

damn, i'm really sorry to hear that you're homeless right now. i hate how it's so hard to get on disability like. if you were able to work harder to make ends meet, you would. and those weird work hour requirements they have is just brutal. i've had it explained to me several times and i still don't understand. i held a few jobs between the ages of 21 - 29 and every time they explain to me how much i need to have worked to qualify for xyz thing i just get even more confused

if you need help, please don't feel afraid to reach out, i'll be happy to do what i can for you. there may be some programs in your area that can help. if not, you have my best wishes. i know it's not easy to couch surf. it's scary. you don't know if other people are going to yank stability out fro underneath you at any second. getting to know people is a long and tiring process especially when you're vulnerable. i hope things improve for you soon

[x-noirangel-x]

Blackwell is so photogenic… ( u ͜ u )

I thought I’d scan and share some shots I took around campus!

[braisedhoney]

Gaster but he says “oya oya”. Trust me on this.

is this it. is this what you wanted from me.