#i'm going to try to record more and maybe then play more games to relax before i have to head to a meeting with my boss

[miodiodavinci]

peace and love on earth <3

[venusacrossthestars]

sharp or dull

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary- Lando has begged you to stream with him, you will on one condition- it has to be an ASMR stream

wc- 1.7k

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting bc I cooked this up as a nighttime scenario, because I am an ASMR hoe, hope you enjoy! I also tried something a little new, I added the 'chat' section of the stream, you'll see what I mean. idk if I'm a fan of it or not.

f1 masterlist

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or better yet known as ASMR, had taken TikTok, YouTube, and nearly every other social media platform by storm. To you, ASMR was a calming and relaxing way to unwind after a long day. And as an ASMR-artist you were constantly trying to find new ways to bring that experience to your viewers

Lando, however, could never understand the appeal of ASMR. He didn’t find it relaxing, calming, or anything of the sorts. He much preferred to fall asleep in pure silence, maybe the sound of a fan once in a while. While he didn’t understand it that didn’t mean he didn’t support you and your ‘art’. 

“Babeeee,” Lando whined. 

“What?” 

“Stream with me, pleaseeeee.” 

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Lando had been begging you for days to with him. Why? Well, when you asked him his exact words were, “Because I get lonely.”  And while you loved Lando, sitting there while he played whatever random game he could find just to keep him company, did not sound appealing. 

“Landoooo,” you draw out in response to his whining. 

“Baby please,” he begs again, “I’ll even let you choose what we do, I swear.” 

A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Anything?” 

“Yes?” He replies, curious to your response. 

Your face breaks out into a grin, “And you promise you’ll do it.” 

Lando takes a big gulp, “What are you planning woman?” 

“Promise?” You hold out your pinky and shake it at him, awaiting his answer. 

He takes your pinky in his, “Promise.” 

Its a week later when Lando is finally able to stream and you couldn’t be more excited. You still haven’t told your boyfriend of your plans. 

“Babe, what are we doing? I need to know so I can set up.” 

“Don’t worry about setting any of your games up. We are going to be doing something else,” You tell him. 

Lando shoots you a confused look, “Care to let me in that pretty head of yours.” 

You giggle, “Well since you said we can do anything of my choosing we will being doing an ASMR stream!” You throw out your hands excitedly. 

Lando looks less than thrilled, “No.” He says flatly. “I meant like you could pick out the game or a challenge. I am not doing ASMR.” 

“You should’ve specified the terms then Norris. And if I am remembering correctly you pinky promised on ‘anything’, can’t go back on that.” 

“Babe I'm not doing ASMR.” 

“Fine then you can stream by yourself.” You cross your arms across your chest and give Lando a pointed look, you were not backing down. 

“No.” 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything! I would be doing all of it!” 

“No.” 

“Not even a head massage?” 

“No.” 

“Not even sharp or dull?” 

This is when you know you have him hooked. Lando can tell everyone that he doesn’t care for ASMR, that he doesn’t find it relaxing, all that jazz. But you know something they don’t. You know that this man is a sucker for the ‘sharp or dull’ genre of ASMR, and since Lando has sworn you to secrecy you were unable to share this juicy piece of information with the world. 

“... fine, I am only doing this because I love you.” 

As Lando was setting up the stream you were busy gathering your supplies that were spewed about Lando’s streaming room, which at times doubled as your recording studio when you filmed for your YouTube channel. 

Lando went live, muting his mic while being black-screened. You could see the comments flooding the chat:

landonorizzzzzzz- LANDO STREAMMMMMMM pizzaparty124003- about time!! we were in a drought! carlando4lifeeee- HE”S BACK FROM WARRRRR justaninchident- WE CAN”T SEE YOU papayaboyzzz- LANDOOOOOOOOO

Lando unmutes his mic, “I know you can’t see me chat.” 

You whack his arm, “Lando, be nice.” 

carlando4lifeeee- IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS???? landoandy/naremyparents- MOTHER IS HERE justaninchident- DEFEND ME MOTHER PLEASEEEEE sofishdicatedaf- OMG WE ARE GETTING A Y/N AND LANDO STREAM??

Lando finally turns on the camera and chat continues to lose their mind, “Yes chat, Y/N is here.” 

You wave at the camera, “Hiiiiiii!” 

“Do you want to tell them what we are doing today or do want me?” 

“I can tell them. Chat, today we are doing something I am a literal professional at.” Lando rolls his eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister, you begged me for a literal week to stream with you.” 

landoandy/naremyparents- HE BEGGED HER TO STREAM WITH HIM?!?!!  y/nismymotherfrfr- RELATIONSHIP GOALS papayaboyzzz- lol simppppppp

You glance at chat, laughing at their reaction, “Yes, he’s been begging for me to do this for a long time! I only agreed once he pinky promised that we could do whatever I want. And I chose,” you pause in suspense, “to do ASMR on my lovely boyfriend.” 

“Yay,” Lando says enthusiastically. 

“Stop. You are going to love it.” 

“If you insist.” 

You launch into explanation, “So as some of you know I run an ASMR account on YouTube and TikTok and today I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ on Lando.” 

“A couple? I only agreed to one,” he interrupts you. You shoot Lando a pleading look and it takes only a few seconds before he is admitting defeat. “Fine, only a couple though.” He glances at the screen where the chat is displayed, “Call me a simp all you want, at least I have a girlfriend to simp over.” 

“Chat, don’t mind him, he only found out what I wanted to do like 20 minutes ago. But as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted is that I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ that are pretty popular amongst my audience such as- sharp or dull, head massage, hair brushing.” 

After your explanation you get up from your seat and gather your supplies as Lando messes with the camera and mic. 

“Lan, can you scooch back just a tad?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course baby.” 

“Thank you,” you give him a small kiss on the crown of his head.

“So I am going to start of with the head massage and hair brushing first,” you explain to chat, moving to speak in your softer, slower tone that you use while filming, “Then for the grand finale I’ll do the sharp or dull.” 

Lando always turned to putty when you played with his hair, you weren’t expecting this to be any different, well minus the fact that a bunch of fans were watching. At first you weren’t sure if the mic was even picking up on any of noise but one quick glance at chat seemed that they were all enjoying it. For multiple reasons, you were sure of it. 

After five-or-so minutes of head scratching you decide to check in on your completely silent boyfriend. “Still doing okay baby?” You ask, voice nearly a whisper. 

“Yeah, I’m doing great,” Lando response at full Lando volume. 

papayaboyzzz- MY EARSSSSSS sofishdicatedaf- tell me why I had my volume all the way up and this man decided to talk FULL VOLUME WHAT THE HELL LANDO ass-mr- this man has no idea how to asmr asmrismycrack- no bc why? his gf is literally an asmr PRO

You chuckle at the comments, “Baby you have to be quiet.” 

“What? Why?” He turns around, looking at you confused. 

“Because having people talk loudly, or practically screaming in your case, isn’t really relaxing to listen to.” 

“Oh, sorry,” Lando drops his voice to a much quieter tone, giving you a sheepish smile. 

“That’s okay baby.”

You go move through a couple other triggers, and around the 20-minute mark you decided to wrap things up, “Ok, since I don’t want to bore all of you we are going to move onto the sharp or dull. Then, I don’t know, maybe a Q and A or something.” 

Once again you explain the sharp or dull concept to Lando and the chat, “By the way chat this is Lando’s favorite genre.” 

“Lies, I don’t watch ASMR.” 

“You’re the only one telling lies. You love sharp or dull ASMR, it’s the only one you watch.” 

“Babeeee,” Lando whines, “You were sworn to secrecy.” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Whoops.” 

“Now no one will think I’m cool.” 

“I don’t think you needed any help with that.” Lando looks at you offend that you would say such a thing, you grab his head and turn his face back to the camera. “Okay close your eyes and tell me if this is sharp or dull,” 

You alternate between poking Lando's face with the Q-tip or the toothpick that you have in your hand. Lando gets every guess correct but as you go on you can tell by how his voice gets quieter that he is getting more and more tired. Maybe doing this stream late at night wasn't the best idea. 

“Ok, I think that’s enough.” 

Lando groans at his cut off, “Chat I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” 

You giggle at his sleepiness, “Next time we can do something you want, but for now I think it’s time for bed.”

Lando hums in agreement, “Goodnight everyone! Thanks for tunning in!” 

You wave at the camera, “Goodnight!!” 

Lando shuts down the stream along with his PC and slumps in his chair, “What did you do to me. I’m ready to pass out.” 

“It’s the magic of ASMR.” 

“Fine, I guess it was the magic of ASMR,” Lando sighs out.

“Does that mean you like it now?” You ask, pulling him out of his chair. 

Lando collapses against you, his arms wrap around you as the two of you waddle towards the bathroom. “I only like it when you do it. That’s it.” 

“I’ll take it.” 

The two of you brush your teeth in silence, you watch as Lando can barely keep his eyes open. His sleepiness at your ASMR was a compliment in the highest regards. Lando reattaches himself to your back as you make your way into your shared bedroom. 

As you climb under the covers and reposition yourself in Lando’s arms you can feel his breathing steady out. 

“Babe?” He whispers. 

“Lan?” 

“You meant what you said?” 

“Meant what?” 

“That we could do whatever I want next time you come and stream with me?” 

“Well, anything within reason.” 

“Promise,” Lando wiggles his pinky.

“Promise,” you whisper back, interlocking his pinky with yours.

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[lidiasloca]

you fall asleep on azriel

azriel x reader

super ultra HD 4k fluff, beware

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it's a fact: azriel's mate will always be found sleeping in his arms, face hidden in his neck.

like, it doesn't matter if you're tired or not, you will just fall asleep

it probably has to do with his quiet calm aura, or the fact that you just feel so relaxed and safe with him.

and it is so frequent that the ic is very used to it. sometimes annoyed by it, as well.

like one game night in which you broke your record and fell asleep almost instantly.

"no, don't let her on azriel!" mor said, looking over where azriel was seated and offering you a place on his lap.

"yeah, y/n, you said you would play," feyre continued, already knowing the consequences.

"i know, and i am going to play," you answered once seated on azriel, his arms around you.

"you are going to fall asleep," rhys said flatly as he began dealing the cards.

"maybe try on my lap," cassian suggested with a grin, which earned him a growl from your mate, his arms tightening around you.

"shut up, all of you. i am going to play."

buuuut you of course failed and fell asleep once it wasn't your turn.

and azriel smiled proudly, covering your ears when cassian began his shouting with mor during the game.

and though you didn't hear azriel's "goodnight" whisper once you were sound asleep, you did feel the love he sent down the bond, making your sleep even more heavenly.

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

i keep trying to finish a chapter for a fic I'm writing but I constantly get distracted by drabble ideas - cauldron help me, ig. hope you liked this cute little thing <;3.

[spaceorphan18]

Romy Fic: Intrusive Thoughts

Rating: T for suggestiveness and one bare ass ;)

Summary: Taking place during XM #4 post-Basketball game. How exactly does Remy get Rogue to agree to go on a date?

Notes: Next piece in my canon series. Wanted to write about how we got from the charged (literally and figuratively) basketball game to Rogue agreeing to actually go out with him. Thus this scene was born. Also, it was an excuse to write Remy in the shower. ;) Thanks @ludi-ling for the beta!

I decided I'm adding a panel to go along with each entry...

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Intrusive Thoughts

Remy LeBeau is in the shower, deep in thought.  It had been a hot day but that hadn’t stopped them from playing a good game. It had almost felt like being among friends instead of teammates.  Who would have guessed Jubilee would be good for his ego? And showing up the Wolverine is always a plus.  The physicality had felt good, so much more satisfying than the drills in the Danger Room the professor made them run.  Even as the game intensified, it had all been in playful fun.  They had been accepting of him more than he realized.  

Unintentionally, his mind starts to drift.  Starts to dig around in the dark parts that he prefers to keep hidden.  They tolerate him now, but if they knew…?  There are so many factors that may come into play, so many that may blow over his carefully stacked house of cards.  The Thieves’ Guild, would they take him back? (It’s been long enough - surely they would welcome him home?)  Sinister might want another favor.  (The screams of those poor mutants still keep him up at night).  Belladonna… (He doesn’t want to think of Belladonna… How long has it been since they’ve spoken? How long has it been since they’ve touched…).

He closes his eyes, trying to reach out onto something that isn’t connected to his past.  She is the first thing that enters his mind.  Rogue.   She has been on his mind constantly since he had arrived at the mansion.  A welcome distraction to the darkening intrusive thoughts that have been haunting him lately.  

Stormy had brought him to the X-Men, misguided faith that she had in him. And it’s been nice, for a while, pretending to be the hero.  Pretending that there is some actual good in the world he could do.  Pretending that this might be a family worth keeping.  He knows his track record though, and if he was to be smart about it, he’d take off and not look back.  It’d be better for them in the long run.  Maybe better for him, too.  

For as much as he feels the need to go, he doesn’t. Because she’s there.  A beacon of light enticing him.  A smirk climbs on his lips as he thinks back to the court, about holding her in his arms, about what it would be like if she were really under him.  Or above him.  Or anywhere close to him would do.  The beautiful apple of Eden; forbidden to touch despite knowing how sinfully delicious the taste would be.  He knows better, he does.  But she’s not just another pretty girl.  There’s something more going on with this one.  He just doesn’t know what it is yet.  

…Or maybe he does just have a death wish.  

He turns the shower to cold, needing to cool off.  They are, after all, community showers.  

The sound of a muffled jazz song floats through the air.  Intrigued, he finishes his shower. He then grabs a towel off the rack, giving himself a quick dry down, before wrapping it loosely on his hips.  If he’s hearing it right, the music is coming from the room next door.  And he knows whose that is.  He steals a quick look in the mirror, grinning at his own form, wondering how she will react when she sees him.  

Just his luck, Rogue’s bedroom door is wide open and welcoming.   The stereo on her dresser is playing a slow, soulful tune as she sits curled up on her armchair, reading a book.  She’s changed out of her uniform, and looking relaxed in a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder.  God have mercy on his soul. She doesn’t have to do a thing to be breathtaking.  Wanting her is a constant state he doesn’t mind having to contend with.  

She’s so buried in her book that she doesn’t notice him standing there, casually leaning up against the doorframe.  He takes a moment, just to watch her, just to enjoy the wonderful creature that she is before he lets himself be known.  

“That a good book, chere?” he asks. 

Startled, she looks up, finally noticing he’s there.  Her eyes bulge when she sees him, in shock but not with disinterest.  It’s enough to make him grin wider.  

“Gambit,” she says.  There’s a blush on her cheeks as she turns her head away.  “You have no clothes on.” 

“I was just walking by from my shower,” he says, ignoring her observation.  “And heard Glen Miller on the radio.  Beautiful sounds that old boy makes, I just had to stop and listen.”  He takes a step into the bedroom.  Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t stop him.  “Surprises me, though.  Figured you’d be the type who’d like something a little more…country.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, but smiles.  “I’m allowed to like more than one thing, you know.” 

“So, country isn’t off the table?” 

She bites her lip, looking towards the ceiling as he walks in a little further.  “What do you actually want, Gambit?” 

He comes in close and leans over, nearly whispering in her ear.  “You already know what I want,” he says.  Her entire body tenses as he lingers over her.  He makes her nervous.  He enjoys that he makes her nervous.  He knows when to push and he knows when to stop.  The fact that she hasn’t kicked him outright from her bedroom is a score for the day.  With Rogue, it’s the long game he’s playing.  “What’s this book that has you so engrossed?” 

“Oh,” she finally faces him, surprised.  “It’s nothing.” 

“A Duchess in Need,” he says, intrigued by the title.  “A romance book?” 

“I doubt you have any real interest in my book.” 

“Nothing wrong with a good romance book.” he licks his lips. “I find them inspiring.” 

“I’m sure you do.” 

“So, you wouldn’t mind me having a look?”  He makes a grab for the book.  She tears it away, just out of reach.  He goes for it again, this time using both hands.  The lunge forward causes the towel drop.  

“Gambit!” she cries, dropping the book in order to cover her eyes.  She’s scandalized but he doesn’t much care as he scoops down to pick up the towel and grab the book.  He loosely holds the towel up to cover himself as he flips open the book.  He knows his ass is hanging bare.  He knows, as she peeks through her fingers, that she can see it in the reflection of the vanity mirror.  He wants her to.  

“Oh, this be a dirty book,” he says, very amused as he starts reading.  “Her lips tremble and quiver with desire…”

“Gambit, give it back.” She jumps out of her seat, attempting to get the book out of his hands.  

“His manhood throbs in her hand...” 

“Gambit, I swear, I’ll…” 

“She finally submits to her lust.” 

“Gimme that.” She finally tears it from his hands, pulling it close to her chest.  “I get that this may seem silly to you, but I’m allowed to enjoy my books.” 

He may have pushed a little too far this time.  She is more closed off than ever, holding herself tightly, her eyes once again looking off in the distance.  Only this time there is anger.  “Chere, this book - it’s no good for you.”  

“Why? Because they should only be reserved for perverts like you?” Her voice is sharp.  Cutting.  

“Because it isn’t real romance,” he says.  It’s the seriousness in his voice that gets her to pay attention.  Up until now it’s been all flirty games and teasing words.  Most women he’s encountered, that’s all they need.  Not Rogue.  She’s going to need more.  How far is he willing to go? He isn’t sure.  But he knows there’s something stirring in his heart.  Something he can’t quite figure out.  

He wants her.  He’s known that much since the day he met her.  But he’s learning he may want all of her.  And that’s a much more dangerous game to play.  

“Like you know what real romance is,” she spits out.  

“I do.”  He takes a moment to pull the towel fully around his hips, securing it tightly.  The gesture is not lost on her.  “We get dressed up nice.  I take you to a nice dinner.  We can find some live jazz and dance in the moonlight.  We can talk…” 

“And then?” 

He gives her a suggestive glance.  “And then I take you home like a proper gentleman.” 

She scoffs at him.  “I doubt that.” 

“Your call, chere.” He plays it nonchalant, but his chips are all in.   

A long moment passes. Her eyes flicker as the wheels turn in her mind. It’s like he can see them. Whatever she’s thinking… 

“Okay,” she says carefully. 

“Okay?” He almost can’t believe it.  

“But if you try anything, I’ll break you in two.” 

“I would expect nothing less.” 

He turns to leave, knowing that her eyes are lingering on him, and smiles.  

[heademptie]

Ghoap x Comms!Reader continued...

Reader avoids Ghost as much as they can, not wanting to stir things up more than they already have, but they're only successful because Ghost allows it. And Ghost only allows it so he can better observe them. He's tried pulling strings, using his rank and reputation to try and find out more about reader. But it comes up short. He gets access to their file, but its all fluff inside, lots of it confidential or just blank. Their name isnt even on the file, just the callsign (to keep reader anonymous) Laswell gave out. He asked her too, but she didn't have the answers he wanted.

"Tell me about them." "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Why? You think they're a threat?" "Don't know yet." "Should I be worried, Ghost?" He pauses, thinking it over. But Laswell knows well enough, that if there was a threat, Ghost wouldn't hesitate. So she sighs and hands over the lackluster file. "They work behind the scenes, no field record. They were brought here-" Her voice drowns out with information Ghost already knows, the extent of Laswells knowledge on the matter. On first glance the file looks fine, personal information left blank or blacked out, a brief service record. Nothing in the field, like Laswell said, but a few listings for assistence with signal decoding. But most of their work is as a mundane office drone, 'A temp,' Ghost thinks amused.

So he skulks around base and observes.

Johnny is confused. He's been able to read Ghost for some time now, their connection and dynamic so intertwined, so in tune with each other, thriving since Las Almas. He notices almost immediately, the sudden hostility and caution Ghost displays on base, it takes him a bit longer to find the target.

He tries to ask outright, of course he does because why wouldn't Ghost talk to him, but he gets shut down. A gruff response. "Don't know what you're talking about Johnny."

Soap pushes, of course, but he gets repeatedly shut out. He moaps a bit, like a kicked puppy, before he catches on to who has made Ghost like this. He's surprised when he cathes the critical look of Ghost when Reader walks by, and he doesnt miss the quick glance they flick over Ghost. Then that glance jumps to him and reader gives a small smile and nod, one that looks a little too nervous to be oblivious to Ghost's scrutiny.

So he finds them the next evening, Reader is leaving tomorrow, going back to wherever they were before, so they went out for a drink. He slides up next to them easily, and gives a bright, syrup sweet smile to ease into things. Reader is a bit tense to begin with but relaxs just a bit once conversation starts. Soap starts slow and vague, idle chat morphing into talking about readers time on base before eventually reaching his desired point of discussion.

Immediately, the mood shifts. Reader is subtle with it, smile becoming a little tighter at the corners, and eyes scanning over him with an increased intensity. They play dumb, not lying to him but repeating his words, asking thier own questions, faux confusion furrowing their brows.

'They're good at this,' Johnny thinks as reader gives another vague answer, easing him in the direction to make a false assmunption. He's not mad, a little annoyed, but mostly he thinks that they're clever. 'Maybe this is why Simon is suspicious,' reader is still on guard, but as Johnny relaxes into the back and forth, so do they. Its like a game now. 'A simple desk worker shouldn't be this good'.

The night comes to an end and Johnny insists on walking them back to base. He'll bring it up to Ghost again, mention how reader easily navigated the pseudo interrorgation, get him to talk. Its on the walk back that reader looks over to Soap, eyes kind yet critical and sighs. He looks over and reader offers a smile. Theres something in that smile he doesnt have the chance to decipher before they've caught him off guard.

"It's his business to tell you what's going on. I don't want to step on any more toes, especially since im out of here in a few hours."

Soap goes to ask more, opens his mouth, ready to launch into his questions, eager to finally get answers. But they put a hand on his shoulder and he falters.

"But for gods sake just tell him already."

He's confused, but the look they give speaks volumes. Oh. Oh. Johnny understands now. The hostility, the caution, the observation. Just as they saw through Johnny and cupped his weakness in their gentle hold, they had done the same to Simon.

Oh. This is...

Reader is gone the next day, as was expected, but Ghost is only slighty eased, and Soap finds himself a little on edge. It's not till weeks later, with readers voice nagging at him with that kind exasperation, that Soap (a little liquored up) is in Ghosts barrack.

They're shouting at each other, fear turning into misplaced anger before it goes quiet in the small room. They're both breathing heavy, Ghost, Simon in this moment, breaks it.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you. And I'd be pleased to." He follows closely, closing the gap until uncovered hands grasp Johnny's face, as gentle as Simon can manage. "If you're mine, no one, no one, can touch you." Johnny is thrilled.

As the sun rises, the two are twisted together in the sheets of Ghosts too small bed, Johnny wears a tooth rotting smile. They think, seperately, offhandedly, that they really should thank that too clever reader.

[gay-little-treat-wizard]

I'm sorry you sent your grandmother to kill me and the entire school so you can win student body president cause you hate me so much. Can we still be friends?

Apparently how some people wanted the bks to react???

Yeah I know you did your weird cult shit to my house and tried to use it to send our entire town to hell but have you considered being less evil?

Yes you murdered several other students for getting in the way of your plans, but maybe be more chill?

Also, the people freaking out about Ruben getting sent to hell apparently forgot that the bottomless pit is basically just a really hot recording studio right now? Truly torture/s

Also if you're afraid of never seeing them again, we regularly visit hell to check in on Fabian's dad and Kalvaxus, relax.

Please go play a ttrpg or a board game with role-playing elements and try being this precious about the villains. The other players will laugh in your face and probablyjust kill them on their turn.

[ratatatastic]

"We've got Aleksander on our Volkswagen desk! Man, the reunion a week later! Here at the All England Club, that's pretty cool. Why are you here, Aleksander?" "Well, supporting—first of all—my girlfriend. Supporting her, and then, obviously, a lot of other players that I know. Just watching tennis, it's pretty much my favourite sport."

"Marie Bouzková is your girlfriend—still in the doubles, right now. Is it more pressure for you playing or watching her?" "I can actually relax, and watch tennis. We're under so much pressure for the last couple of months, so it's actually relaxing for me just to hear that tennis ball go from side-to-side. I just enjoy watching it." ... "So you watch a lot of tennis...How's your game?" "I actually try to play as much as possible. I think I'm good, but other people can say other stuff. I think I'm good, my brother played almost professional[ly] so I kind-of followed his steps until I decided to go hockey." "So, when you play with Marie...Can you get a game off her? Points?" "Nah. Nah. Maybe, ace, here and there, but not when I return or anything like that. If it gets to a rally, I'm done."

there has to be something funny about finding out that ofc sasha has a girlfriend who plays tennis but more importantly when they do play together the only way he can score points against her is serving the ball really hard like yeah checks out big hockey man hits object very hard like a frying pan yeah 😭😭😭

also bouzková had a doubles match the day before this was recorded! she also played today as well but got eliminated in the second round.

she also participated in womens singles much to the same results 😭😭😭

Wimbledon Championships 2024 | 7.4.24 (x)

[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok Hermes (headcanons) 🔞

It came out a little chaotic... I got lost in halfway. If I'm making any significant mistakes, feel free to tell me.

SFW That guy is like a walking enigma. He behaves elegantly and kindly, always has excellent manners, not to mention his perfect tact, but something in your gut tells you it's not entirely sincere. Don’t get me wrong, you aren’t that perceptive: Hermes letting his perfect image… loosen up a bit. It’s funny. He always says something almost innocent as if he learnt what innocence means yesterday. He likes playing these kind of sweet games where you both know he isn’t honest and you try your best to expose him. If you manage to succeed, forget about praises or any other reward. Hermes would just smile or pretend innocently how unexpected that was, eh… I believe Hermes doesn’t have his type. The only condition that really matters is if a person can intrigue him. He likes challenges or being the challenge. Get his attention and keep fuel curiosity. Doesn’t matter if you are goddess or human, he would be genuinely impressed if anyone surprise him with something. That doesn’t happen often. If he catches some sort of feelings towards someone, nobody would knows. Yes, Hermes is nosy, always knows what’s happening in others’ lives, but he’s way too clever to give even the slightest hint that something is going on in his love life. For Hermes falling in love is a game but whoever falls first - loses. So romance with him is slow burn kind. I allow the possibility of enemies-to-lovers trope. If, hypothetically, some minor pantheon feuded with Zeus and Hermes would be sent to deliver the threat so that they know their place-… I meant message with some kind of advice, he might come face to face with s/o. The conversation may not be spicy, but it won’t be nice either. Full of subtexts, small provocations and fake smiles, everything on the verge of politeness. Hermes would come back without a scratch, but it definitely didn't go as expected. If at the end both sides find some reasonable compromise, Hermes and s/o most likely would end up seeing each other more often. Maybe because of their duties, maybe because they happen to be in the right place and time. Half the time, they'll have their small banters. Usually Ares is part of them because he overheard something - in his opinion - disrespectful and he tries to backup his brother, but he’s so incompetent that even he realizes it himself. At that point it’s usually too late for prideful man as Ares to call it off so Hermes has to come in a clutch and safe his butt. And no - Ares never learns from his mistakes. The next day he would fall into the same trap again… Sometimes it even leads to situation where everyone is against everyone. Hermes won’t be playing on violin just for s/o, but if she joins him during the play, he won’t mind her presence. In fact, he would like to talk about it afterwards. It works both ways - he won't be pushy either, but he would be kindly interested if she mentions her hobbies and is willing to share. The tension between them builds slowly over time. They both know that the other feels the same, but they don't act on it. I think it would go from like zero to hundred in a moment. Single spark and suddenly they kiss and touch each other without hesitation. It's hard to tell if they would become an official couple. They might as well be in open relationship or just friends with benefit.

NSFW I see him as a switch. He is used to serve Zeus and others so probably feels a need to be in charge and take care of a lover. On other hand, if you insist to be top and just tell him to relax, he’ll accept the offer. He secretly likes being care of but would never admit it. It’s new to him - be able to just empty the mind like that. I think he has a thing for long neat legs. I don’t know why. It’s nice addition, like the icing on the cake. He loves having them around his waist or placed on his arms when he basically fold you in half. Hermes likes to talk during act. He’s one playful guy. Telling you what he’s about to do, a bit of dirty talk here and then, definitely some praises. He has really good voice for that and knows how to use it against you. He’s pretty creative and open to suggestions. As long as you aren’t in pain, Hermes is up to anything. He doesn’t have his routine, just goes with the flow. Sex with him is rare, he’s busy man, that’s why he wants to make the best use of that precious time just between you two. Top notch in aftercare, hands down. That’s like his natural environment. He always makes sure you’re comfortable. Massage, bath, breakfast or any other form of tenderness you can think of.

I was woken up by intense smell and strange, omnipresent wetness. I opened my puffy eyes and once I realized I’m in the water, guided by instincts and fear, rapidly tried to get up. — Shh, calm down — I heard right next to my ear. Someone’s slender hands surrounded me in waist, forcing me to stay in sitting position. I let out a surprised sigh but didn’t oppose. I looked over my shoulder to see Hermes’s calm face. Leaning against his chest, I could feel the warmth radiating from him. — Where-re we… how… — I mumbled not fully awake yet. — You passed out — Hermes explained. Memories of our last ,conversation’ flashed back to me, and then my face exploded with heat. An egg could have been fried on my cheek. I was hoping that Hermes didn’t notice my embarrassment. Pathetic daydream… He knows everything about everyone before others. — Oh… I didn’t have to turn around to see his smile. — Judging by your body language, you didn’t seem bored with our experience. That’s why I took it as a complement. — Hermes pretend to be lost in thoughts, his voice was on the verge of innocence he imitated so well. — Whatever you like. — I gave up. He had upper hand here. — Do I interpret it correctly? Am I sensing submissiveness? — No… — Sulky mood then? — I don’t have strength for that… — That’s not very alike you. — I felt his chin on the top of my head. — Perhaps I should’ve thanked you for all these sweet gifts you gave me. I sighed. Something in his voice awaken me completely. — How much I hate… — I turned to face him. — Yes? — Hermes enticed me. I could see sparkles of joy in his eyes. — … how unbearably witty you are. — I finished angry. The corners of his lips lifted a bit. — Thank you — he said calmly. I just shook my head and came back to old position. We sat in silence. My mind went to previous events that leads me to this situation. I may have started our little tête-à-tête, but he was the one who dragged it to breaking point. I remembered his nimble fingers, smooth voice as he whispers to my ears, gentle and tender gestures, the patience, and finally his steady, firm thrusts as he filled me over and over. I lost track of time, at some point everything stopped when Hermes was playing with my body in so many different ways - from the most ordinary, to extravagant, to promiscuous positions. Being at his mercy was… pleasant. — That was very nice — I whispered. — Yes — he admitted silently, next to my ear. Whether he really thought so, or whether his impeccable manners spoke through him, I will probably never know. Still, I felt absolutely no need to worry about how I fared compared to his other lovers. I was just enjoying the moment.

[m1ngyusmuncher]

|| seventeen reactions ||

Warnings ⚠️: × few curse words ‼️×

.~When you fall in public 😐🤧😟~.

Seungcheol : he would feel bad, maybe a little giggle if it's not too bad, but all in all he'd feel bad.

Jeonghan : would DEFINITELY laugh and use it against you.

Joshua : I feel like Josh would be quite stunned, confused on how it happened but will most definitely help you out immediately. (Sweet boy 🥺)

Jun : he would snicker a little, looking around to see if anyone noticed and encourage you to get back on your feet.

Soonyoung : I feel like most of them would laugh, even if it's just a little bit (I could be wrong lmk) and soonyoung is no exception.

Wonwoo : he would help you up and ask if you are okay, then you'd go home and play video games for the evening to relax a little.

Jihoon : one word. Embarrassed. He doesn't know you, didn't see you fall, nothing. Would carry on about his day, (Probably getting used to your clumsiness).

Seokmin : would laugh his ass off, he'd point at you too.

Mingyu : he would immediately fall into protection mode, helping you or at least try to because he'd fall as well. You'd end up laughing on the ground.

Minghao : he'd be embarrassed for you, his ears turning red, making sure no one saw. He'd feel bad but way more embarrassed than anything else.

Seungkwan : Kwan would just be in shock, hand covering his mouth, eyes widened, just pure shock. He'd be in shock for so long you'd have to get up yourself.

Vernon : would totally laugh, he'd probably be going live or recording so he'd capture it (gen z shit) then pat your back for minor comfort.

Chan : he would feel awful, maybe even more than Joshua, he'd check up on you hours after it happened, giving you princess treatment and maybe scold you for not being careful.

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This was my first group reaction 😄, I'm not too sure how accurate it was. If I made a mistake or you don't like the reactions I did don't be afraid to let me know ( criticizing helps me ‼️)

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

could u write a fluff piece w bane (general) with a m!reader? maybe a more domestic side?

"Ugly couches and Soaps" Bane x M!Reader

👀Oh, I'm sure I could give it a try.

TW: mentions of dependency on drugs/medication (it's venom, we're mentioning venom)

The last time you had spoke to Bane was three days ago, just as he was to go on a mission concerning a batch of venom compound. Something Bane both was interested in taking for himself and avoiding it from getting into the wrong hands. This required secrecy... time. He told you he would be back as soon as possible.

When you awoke this morning you could smell food in the kitchen. Bane was never the best cook, but he knew the best breakfast places in town. A peek towards the hamper revealed to you that he'd already showered, his old clothes hanging out the lid. How much had he already gotten done without you waking up? For such a large man, he knew how to move quietly.

By the time you stumble out of the room, your partner was already setting out the food he'd gotten onto plates. He got your order down to the finite details of how you liked it. His eyes were warmer without his mask on. It didn't help that the look on his face was one of adoration as he glanced over at you.

"Hermoso..." He muttered into a coffee cup, grinning.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Did you find everything?"

"Yes. No one is going to find it." Bane says with a yawn, "And I can use it when needed." It was an unspoken reality the two of you lived with. Due to the experiments Bane had undergone, his body was dependent on Venom to avoid debilitating side-effects. At this point, he'd gotten it down to a science of a minimum dosage for survival.

"Did you take your medicine for today already?" The truth was, you didn't need to remind him. But by asking, he knew you accepted this part of him as well.

Bane relaxed into his chair, "Yes, yes. Surely, you don't want to talk just about that, do you? Not even a little of how you miss me, mi alma?"

There was a moment you thought it over in your head. Ridiculous to think you didn't miss him. Even more so to think he didn't miss you. All the moments the two of you had spent together, making this place your home. Carving it out in the good moments and the bad. The in-between times that mattered so much even as they mattered so little.

Instead of voicing any of it, you waved your hand as you ate your food, "Oh, yeah. I watched the new episode of your show."

"The special with Angelina and the murder of Julio?" He sounded almost aghast, "That was on while I was gone? And you watched without me?" It was dramatic. It was also obviously fake.

One of the in-between that you share- A cheap American soap opera that's been on longer than you'd been alive. Something that played on TV at Blackgate that Bane caught just enough times to get invested in the plot. A mix of medical and murder mystery... and whatever else they could toss in there.

It was his one true guilty pleasure he shared with you. You both knew it was bad. A constant was his commentary on the fallacies presented of medical writing by those who had no clue. It was almost a game of yours to ask him to explain how certain scenarios would really work. Yet the two of you found yourselves stuck to the beat up couch in your living room, glued to the screen.

"Of course I didn't watch it." You shook your head, "It's recorded. I was just waiting for you to get home. One more day without a call... I might have."

"The best man a man could ask for." Bane teased.

As the two of you finished your meal, your partner was quick to get on his feet and grab the dishes. Something about it. He liked being useful when he was home. Perhaps related to his upbringing. There were a lot of little things like that. The apartment resembled a prison cell when you had first moved in. It even had a personal gym in one of it's two bedrooms.

Even after you had transferred your own things in, you had to convince Bane to go furniture shopping. Goad him into admitting there were things he liked aesthetically. Add color and life to the very cold, grey corner he had made for himself. You had no interest in taking it over- it needed to belong to you both. Now it flourished with both of your interests.

He had actually picked out the couch you two sat down on to watch the recording. Many of your friends thought it was hideous- faded blue with florals embroidered into the fabric. A skirt that didn't quite cover dark brown wooden legs that curled out. It was reminiscent of something you might see at an old woman's house, surrounded by crocheted doilies and the strawberry hard candies in a dish.

It was when he sat down and the couch dipped just-so that you were made to lean into him, that you knew it was perfect. A love seat to the side was there for guests. Maybe a pet at some point. Next to the table for the TV was a curio cabinet filled with special items that belonged to the two of you. Photos, trinkets... A faded teddy bear named Osito.

As the opening theme for the soap played, Bane leaned over to kiss the side of your forehead. He lingered for a moment too long as his arm wrapped over you. There were these moments, however small, where it seemed he was still in disbelief that this was his life. That you were really here. So he needed to feel his lips on you and hold you for just a bit longer at times.

"I'm here." You kissed his hand.

He hummed happily before murmuring in your skin, "Te amo. Te amaré hasta mi último aliento." A laugh.

On the screen, Julio has had his throat cut... and is attempting to give a final, dying speech. Dyed corn syrup diluted with water cascades from the wound.

"...There's no way he'd bleed that much." Your head tilts looking at it, "Oh that's just... That's just too much-"

Bane nods, "And speaking?! It is good they're killing this man off- he's an awful actor."

You kiss him on the lips then. Here you are in your pajamas, with your partner that sometimes is a super villain, in your shared home... Watching a horrendous soap opera. Everything is as it should be.

[diahsthings]

Obey me

Things I would do with each character.

Warnings: bad writing, fluff, ooc I guess. It's just some silly maladaptive daydreaming.

Lucifer

Listen to records. Don't think listening to his cursed ones are possible. Guess he's going to enjoy ABBA. Look I know it won't be his favorite but he will probably be intrigued because of how popular their music is. Use listening to music to have him dance with me. I have a large variety of records. Making out maybe to music. Enjoying a different side to him.

Mammon

Get in on schemes. Love to think of how to scam people but never do because I don't have the time or money. Chaos couple. I'm a hype person and will remind him how amazing he is. Shared adoration. He's my first and favorite. I fell in love almost as fast as he did. That soft personality just for me. He's gorgeous and sweet.

Levi

Have him help me finish every video game I'm stuck on. It's going to be awhile. Using the excuse to make him spend time with me. It'll give him confidence while I tell him how amazing he is at playing games. Nerd out over anime. Share our thoughts and eventually get him to cuddle. Then more as he gets comfortable.

Satan

Cliche but cat cafe. Love it. Get cute snacks and drinks then cuddle with cats. OMG please. Did it once and it was so much fun. Satan would die seeing a cat sleep in my lap almost the whole time. Then getting home letting him pout about not being able to have a cat. Stroking his hair as he lays his head in my lap. Bonus: I'm allergic to cats 😂

Asmodeus

I'm serious about skin care, hair care, and personal style. I would be out shopping and doing so much with him. I adore him. Giving a makeover might not work but I would let him do whatever he wanted and have fun with him. I think doing makeup and hair is intimate. It's a special bond. I don't let just anyone see me changing and telling me fashion or style advice. Sharing the latest tea with him. OMG the bond with him would be so strong. The trust.

Beel

I would have him eat and tell me about how it tastes. I have so many food issues that I just dream of eating these foods. That and tell him he's the greatest in the world. He's the biggest sweetheart ever. I'm such a simp for him. Cheering for him. Making sure he has snacks and carrying snacks with me. Cuddles with snacks while watching movies. Have to have a snack while watching movies. I can't watch without snacks.

Belphie

Stargazing while snuggling. I just want to lay in bed all day and enjoy the softest blankets, mattress, and pillows. And having such a handsome brat of a demon. So much cuddling. Playing my switch or reading. Slow kisses while running our hands over each other.

Diavolo

Take him to a Renaissance festival. Can you imagine the sheer amount of enjoyment he would have?!? Best dressed couple there. Biggest smile on his face. The excitement. Enjoying Diavolo's affection and relaxing as no one knows who he is. Spending as much time there as possible. Being able to act openly as a couple with no one watching him under a microscope. Finding a place to share some kisses.

Barbatos

Tea. Everything tea. I live in tea. Chai. Masala chai recipe. Bonding over my passion for hot leaf juice. Make him take us to my favorite tea places. (Nimrah bakery old city Hyderabad India). Enjoying one anothers company while sitting together cozy in cafes. Talking quietly with one another out of prying eyes. Stolen kisses and holding hands.

Simeon

Baking!! Work on finding the best gluten free food. I can't have gluten and it's just awful. But I want to bake with him so badly. Decorating cakes and cookies. Helping get icing off his lip. Seeing him blush from that. The debate it gives him.

Solomon

Go to occult stores and hear his opinion. Totally just want to make out with this one. Keep him from trying any magic spells. I just want to hear his interesting thoughts on things. Think he's hilarious. And enjoy teasing him back.

[amethystina]

Really random question: do you thing Gaon and Yohan are the type to celebrate Christmas? Like, exchanging gifts and all that, or do they just have a big meal so the holiday don't go unnoticed

Interesting question!

I don't think Yo Han is very interested in Christmas before he meets Ga On. Like, maybe he made a small effort for Elijah during the years she grew up (i.e. clumsily gave her a gift or two) but, for the most part, I don't think he has very nice memories of Christmas. Given how religious his father was, I'm assuming Christmas in the Kang household was a little more, uh, strict than most people are accustomed to.

Though, considering Kang Ji Sang's track record, we can probably also assume that Yo Han wasn't actually allowed to celebrate Christmas with the rest of the family. Any gifts he got were ones Isaac sneaked down into the basement.

So, overall, I don't think Yo Han has the best association with Christmas and couldn't care less (read: is too traumatised and pretends he doesn't care but, actually, it's just a defence mechanism to prevent him from showing weakness).

As for Ga On, I think he has a more normal relationship with Christmas. And, from what I understand, Christmas in South Korea is a little more relaxed and has fewer traditions than many countries in the West do. Though I assume there's a bit of trauma involved here, too, given that Ga On's parents died when he was still so young. But I think that Soo Hyun and Professor Min stepped in and did their best to make sure he didn't feel too lonely during Christmas.

And, I mean, now that Ga On has a wonderful new family to call his own? Of course he'd want to give it a try, simply because it gives him a reason to spend time with the people he loves. So he'd definitely suggest a nice dinner at the very least, which Yo Han would maybe be a bit sceptical about at first, until he remembers that gift-giving is also a major part of Christmas.

Time to pull out all the stops and spoil the sugar baby rotten, in other words.

And Ga On realises his mistake almost instantly but, even then, he doesn't backtrack. Possibly because he goes to ask Ms. Ji if there are any Kang Christmas traditions he should incorporate into their celebration and is horrified by the answer he gets.

Locking Yo Han in the basement does not qualify as a Christmas tradition.

Adding to that, Elijah has probably gotten pulled into it by then and, while she feigns disinterest and keeps telling Ga On he's sooo embarrassing, she's secretly into it. So Ga On decides that if letting Yo Han (and Elijah) buy him expensive gifts is the way to introduce them to a more normal concept of Christmas and slowly heal some of Yo Han's trauma, then so be it.

But he definitely also makes sure to give Yo Han and Elijah a limit to how many gifts they can give him and how much they can cost.

Naturally, they both pretend the maximum cost is for each individual present, not the total (as was Ga On's intention), and then proceed to buy him a shitload of expensive stuff while claiming innocence.

Ga On vows to leave them fewer loopholes next year.

But, all in all, it's a success. And would probably turn into a tradition, of sorts, yes. One that gives them a reason to eat a nice dinner, play some board games, and shower Ga On with gifts.

And, above all else, spend time together as a family.

Bonus: Ga On quickly learns never to ask Yo Han what he wants for Christmas because the answer is always the same and he really should know better than to give Yo Han such a perfect opening to be an outrageous, shameless flirt.

But, at the same time, Ga On can't deny that it also gives him a bit of a thrill when Yo Han, without missing a beat, always just says:

"You."

(and, naturally, that's exactly what Yo Han gets, too)

[anxiousgayseeksvalidation]

Date Night

Buck has never had a hard time getting in the mood. He's a physically affectionate person, likes sex, and specifically likes sex with Eddie. And here on Eddie's couch, the dark-haired man's hands in his hair, pressing into the nape of his neck, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, trailing down to suck lightly at that sweet spot just under Buck's jaw--Buck should be in Heaven. And he is! But...

Eddie huffs and pulls back, sensing that Buck's mind is staring to wander, which he tries not to be insulted by.

"Buck. I told you, Chris is in his room, hopefully doing homework but probably online playing a video game with his friends. He's been fed. He's been bathed. He knows snacks are done for the night. He won't come in here."

Buck glances in the direction of the boy's room nervously. He was still getting used to this--maintaining an intimate romantic relationship while parenting a child. When Chris is gone, or when just Eddie comes over to Buck's place, it's much easier to compartmentalize. And when they're all three out together, Buck loves holding Eddie's hand or exchanging chaste, brief PDA's. But reconciling the more intimate and overt parts of their relationship with being in "Dad-mode", and making them exist together in the same space, well...Buck's still working on that.

"Are you SURE, though?! What if he, like, sees something?" Buck asks anxiously, mortified at the thought.

Eddie runs his hand down the side of Buck's face. "Baby, he knows we're dating. He knows what that means. He knows we kiss, he knows couples do more than that--"

"He DOES?!" Buck exclaims, feeling suddenly forlorn by the idea of Chris being old enough to know about these things.

Eddie rolls his eyes affectionately. "Yes, mi amor. Chris isn't a little kid anymore. He knows what I meant when I said you and I were going to hang out in here for some alone time together after dinner and after you and him got some play-time in. Having a kid means working around them, but also recognizing that we can't just not be a couple when he's home. We'd never be together, otherwise. Trust me, I have years of experience with this. Besides, we're not going to bang in the living room with our son in the house; I'm just trying to enjoy some of this before we take it to the bedroom."

At that, Eddie leans in, captures Buck's bottom lip between his, teeth scraping gently. Buck's throat involuntarily emits a low whine, and he lets his eyes flutter shut. Eddie's hands change direction and are now exploring the broad expanse of Buck's strong shoulders and taut chest and stomach muscles. There's soft music playing, the room is dimly lit with some candles for ambiance, Eddie is wearing Buck's favorite cologne, and Buck makes himself get back into the sensuality of the moment. Buck tilts his head back to deepen the kiss, and Eddie breaks it only to latch onto Buck's neck. Buck feels himself being nudged onto his back, and he lets it happen, his arms now wrapping around Eddie as the older man settles onto him. God, he's even more handsome in this lighting, Buck internally remarks as Eddie leans up, his brawny, fit thighs straddling Buck's hips. Eddie smirks, and Buck's eyes go half-lidded as Eddie unbuttons the top buttons of the dark blue dress-shirt he looks so damn good in. Missing the close contact of his body, Buck impulsively yanks Eddie back down into a searing kiss. Okay, yeah, Buck's starting to maybe relax now. There's no more blood rushing to his head, it's all heading to a single pressure-point that's quickly making itself known, and they may need to migrate to some privacy quicker than Eddie thought--

"Uh, Dad?"

Record-scratch sound-effects in Buck's brain as everything comes to a screeching halt. He removes his hands from Eddie like the man is on fire. Eddie sighs, straightens his shirt, and very reluctantly sits up again.

"Yeah, bud?" Eddie responds patiently. There's not a hint of frustration in his voice or the frazzled "we've been caught" panic that's seizing Buck. Buck is relieved to realize that Chris has not actually come in there to find his parents in a heated make-out session.

"I have a headache."

Eddie nods, giving Buck an apologetic look as he swings one leg over to stand up. Buck immediately misses the contact, his body going cold where Eddie's hands had been. But, he jumps up too, ready to jump in and help with Christopher if needed.

"I'm gonna get him some Tylenol and water, and get him in bed. It's too late for him to be up on that game anyway," he mumbles to Buck.

"You think maybe your headache is from not wearing your glasses as much as you're supposed to, or staring at the TV for too long?" Eddie calls out to Christopher in a mostly teasing tone as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass out of the cupboard. Buck leans against the doorframe and watches him, a soft smile on his face. His blood still runs warm with desire, but there's something so comfortingly domestic about this whole scene, so intimate in a different way that makes Buck's heart burst. He runs a hand through his hair.

"So, uh, raincheck?" Buck asks breezily.

Eddie stops and looks at Buck, blinking in confusion. "Why? I'm just going to bring the kid some medicine and get him tucked in. Won't take but five minutes."

Buck freezes, wide-eyed. "Uhh, are you serious??"

Eddie laughs. "Buck, like I said, we don't have to abandon everything every time we get interrupted or when we're reminded there's a kid in the house. He's going to be here most of the time, we just gotta get used to it being a thing and work around it accordingly."

Buck worries his bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie eyes him.

"But...I've had plenty of practice navigating parenting and having a social and dating life. You haven't. So, if you need more time, and just want to cool it tonight, we absolutely can. You know I'm happy to just be with you. However..." Eddie saunters up to Buck, ocean-blue eyes flickering over the slightly taller man's form.

"...if you want to finish what we started, why don't you go wait for me in the bedroom, hmm?" Eddie whispers, sultry, next to Buck's ear. Buck swallows, and just like that, his heart is racing in his chest again. Eddie punctuates his point with a wink and a quick, suggestive smack to Buck's ass. Buck watches him head to Chris's room, fluidly and easily switching from sexy and seductive to kind, attentive Dad. Buck can hear him fussing over his son, can picture Eddie ruffling Chris's hair affectionately.

Buck takes two lit candles from the living room to Eddie's room and blows out the rest. When Eddie comes back, he's greeted with the sight of Buck reclining on the bed, jeans button undone, shirt off, gazing at Eddie through half-lidded eyes. Eddie takes a second to appreciate the picture before him, but Buck gives him no more than that second.

"Well? This was your idea. What are you waiting for?"

Eddie grins and pounces, and yeah, Buck has decided to just go ahead and get used to this.

[ngmn2002]

Ch 107: Random Thoughts part 1

Okaaaay, here we go! Staaaaarting with...!!!

'TAP' Hehe, my sweet boy. This first page gave me too much fluffy feelings alone. "Hmm" Tsukasa? Oh... yes! adding it to my collection later

This:

We added a new one to the collection. Yay!

Hmm... I feel bad for him. He feels like he is a bit annoyed by all the searching and only finding: bird nests & gears. Hang in there, Tsu. Much more hardships are coming your way really soon. ♡

Hmm!! My kitty boy!!! I feel sorry for my boy. He can't focus at all! Trying to get where the 'ticking' is coming from & hearing Nene's cries all together... he is already tired of searching in vain, and now ticking and a crying girl are added on top of his chest too... ahhh... Tsuuu... ♡

pffffttt... I said it, didn't I? Nene-chan is going to give you a hard time. it kinda feels like they are taking turns, last chapter he had her over the edge, now it's her turn to get back at him. how fun now I really want to see how little Tsukasa used to throw a fit as little Amane described it I wonder how little Amane used to go: my sweet lil bro ♥ recalling Tsu's fits. That's the power of love for you. XD he still got angry at him that one time when he was sick when Tsukasa went all: "let's go! let's go! let's go!" Show me that researcher T inside of you! Come on, Tsu! I know you can do it! Win Nene-chan over and have lots of fun together as I said you would!

As much as I wanted to see him carrying her like that, a piggyback don't hurt. It's close so I will take it.

Really though... his face... he looks so done. "why are you being so fussy". Indeed. This is the boy who gets annoyed once someone distracts him with what he is doing. But, ooh... Nene-chan is different. He must treat her nicely.~ "no more upside-down." "ok, here" such a good boy!!! He is trying his best to make Nene-chan calm down and 'have fun'.

^^

An upgrade! he looks done with everything there. like.. please... give me some peace I'm begging you. spare me. please be quiet. She got him twice, lol! Go Nene-chan! I'm so happy to see Tsukasa making new different faces!! I'm so here for it!! Bring it out of him!!! AHAHA I never! NEVER expected to see Tsukasa making any kind of a 'I'm done face'!!!! I realllllly wished to see him this way but my hopes weren't so high because this guy is always all 'energetic', smiley and relaxed!!! Thank you, Nene-chan!! I will forever be grateful to you!!! Researcher T wasn't this way, lol. maybe being an experienced researcher helps.

Wow... too many things in here... ok.. let's get to work...

(1) Though, I'm still grateful Tsukasa doesn't seem to take her words to heart. Because if he took that 'I hate you' literally like that time he thought Amane hates him... ehhh.... glad that doesn't seem to be the case. I'm glad he is so done to focus on any of that. He is jsut a really sensitive and emotional boy.

(2) well, that's cute. both call him that. they gave him a sharped nickname.

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Well, can't say no to that. You have a record Tsu... just make sure to...

... just ask her to go with you normally and nicely next time.

(3)

And, (4)...

Ehh.. it's 'your' turn. Though, hehe, should I take it as the 'opposite'? ~

From this thing you can tell how much 'annoyed' he really is. lol Also, trying the same methods my boy? Not sure Nene-chan will let you have your way with her, just stay put and have it this time. Careful. Hmm. I like it how he is trying to gently put her to sleep as a way of making her 'quiet down'. He is gentle with girls after all, especially if said girl is Nene-chan~ Such a NICE guy. ♡ Ok, so now... your little game is to make Nene-chan stop crying and put her to sleep? I'm sure you can do it, Tsu! one way or another.~ he can handle it just fine when Mit 2.0 or Amane cry... hmm...

See? Told you. ♡ Though I really wonder, was Tsu playing with her or going really too easy on her? I mean... he is so fast... I don't think a little girl, even if it was Nene-chan, is a match for all his unmatched speed. ......

Anyway,

She got back at him for the hell of mirrors thingy She hit Tsukasa!!! AHAHA. Uhhh... how does it feel, Tsu? You're the one tasting that.~ from Nene-chan no less. Don't think Mit 2.0 will ever have the courage to do such thing. He will always go: yes, sir/ Tsukasa- kun scares me/ and.. eh.. as said in this chapter later. 'an obedient yes'... the after school chapter he said he got into a fight with Tsu... wonder how exactly that thing is...

Hmm... how are you doing after that punch, Tsu?

Oh, you're still so done, huh? haha I'm enjoying Tsukasa's faces this chapter way too much. ♡

Hmm... don't think older Nene would do that. At least not for now, as she sees him 'scary', or maybe it changed after this chapter? and.. ok.. Tsu's record with Nene-chan has a punch to the face, a few kicks and fists and a tea splashed into him. I see, I see.

Uhh... little Nene-chan is really cool and fearless. Shouting at Tsukasa and hitting him. Demanding what she wants. Going all out. Hmm... I love it. All of it.

How are you gonna deal with things now, Tsu?

My... she kinda talks like little Tsu... with this 'cuz'. Glad to see her recalling the information. Having Tsukasa not too bothered with what she said is eye-catching. He gets she knows this fact, from him (ch 105), and? previously his assistant, and seems to have a backup plan at mind, not too bad for my boy. He knows lots of stuff we don't. The inside of his head.~ Anddd...

He is like... 'please just stop. let's take a break'. Thinking about Nene... if she was her older self she might enjoy this grip. Now, trying this on her again, Tsu...

AHAHA. Wow... really... a lesson to never piss off little Nene-chan or make her angry. ♡

Nene-chan calling him a big bully... hmm... you don't mean that... He is nowhere near that. He is so nice. You'll see how nice he is in a few moments.~

mit 2.0... haha. how funny Never expected to see Tsu going "sheeh". lol don't think T would go like that, again Also, see? Nene-chan? He did nothing a bully would do. He is just trying to understand how to deal with you and then do things nicely. "What can I do for you to make you feel better, little one?"

exactly like in here. ♡

Uhhh!! One of the things I really enjoyed in this the chapter was to see Tsukasa talking with Kokujoudai and trying to handle stuff together!!! They seem to have asked him to babysit her! babysitting your assistant is surely a fun thing to do. what a nice master we have there ~ being a dad is pretty hard And... Tsu.. you sure? don't you babysit Mit 2.0, even now? "Do what your mom used to do". I really like Red koku this chapter. Hmm... Tsu doesn't seem to remember much from a long time ago. Though, I'm afraid I will be coming back to this... after Tsu's backstory to start crying... especially with how she might have treated him after he was 4...

After that, seems an idea came to your mind, Tsu? ♡

Not too sure about that, but it works perfectly well with you and Nene-chan. So, all is good. What a glorious page. ♡♡ Did he tie up the owl's beak? lol He is treating it like a 'horse' in there. How cool of him. Riding a big flying owl just to make a little girl happy and have fun. Such a good boy!!! See, Nene-chan? He is so nice! ♡

See, Nene-chan? See where he is ready to go to insure you're having fun? told you you'll have loooooots of fun with Tsu, after all... he has a natural talent in making things so muuuuch fun. Never a dull moment with him around! Lucky you! ♡

love how he is holding her!! "I see"... that gentle, pleased face!!! TSUUU!!! MY GOOD BOOOY!!! loooove his face!! He is so pleased to see her having fun and laughing!!! ♡

Them laughing and having fun together next!! oooh!!!!!!

the owl... it's fully tied up now and Tsu is sitting on it. lol Love their different reactions. Energetic Tsu is really so done. Seeing energetic Tsu out of energy is so funny. Love how he is sitting!!! oooh!!!

She is overjoyed Tsu!! She is so very happy!! You made her sooooo happyyyyyy!!!!!!! ♡

I'm surprised to see Tsu going like that and his "what are you, an alarm?/ how sassy (ironic)" ... I mean...

She is just like you. ♡ but you're being so done with things... sooo...

LOL. He said it!!! "I'm done" AHAHA "take over for me, Kokujoudai" aaaaaah!!! their reaction!!! I want to know from where did Red koku get that thing lol.. and blue koku... it's for a good cause. you're so good! reminds me of Teru grabbing Red koku and getting his hand burned. it's up to them who they want to be grabbed by. hehe

It seems we owe Tsu an apology. For calling him so chaotic and all... ehhh… Nene took the medal. She got him feeling so done. Though maybe, I think if the setting was different, and things were just normal, they would be going all out. Both of them.

I'm a bit confused here, so was he siniging to help her calm down or was he singing to cool off or was he singing this in particular because Nene's class was playing 'wizard of oz' and he got some nostalgic memories, or does he sing it from time to time casually or all these things together?

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Due to pic limits. Part (2)

[oleander-nin]

I don't know if ☄️ started an odd uptick in your named anons (🍵 and 💤 for instance) but regardless I love them dearly hello Ollie's new anons >:D

Anyways I've been preoccupied with stuff but it's the weekend now so I thought,, hm. I'm bored I'm going to send Ollie things

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

SURPRISE IT'S CHECKLIST TIME:

If it's later in the day, have you eaten yet?

(I think your time zone is 1 hour behind mine if I recorded that correctly-)

Did you sleep well? (If you didn't and you're tired, take it easy please)

Who am I kidding you're tired all the time anyways lmao I HOPE YOU CAN NAP OR SOMETHING <3

Take your meds if you have any!

Writing this reminded me to take mine-

Hows the hygiene? Brush your teeth or shower if you need it

I JUST NEED TO REMIND MYSELF TO BRUSH MY TEETH MORE SO I FIGURED MAYBE OTHERS DO TOO-

DRINK WATER

Drink water. Everyone needs to drink more water. If you think you've drank enough you're probably wrong drink more water-

This applies to anyone seeing this btw not just Ollie <3 hello Ollie's followers are you annoyed yet? >:)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

That concludes basic stuff so now I'm gonna give extra little things I need to remember for myself that I think might apply to you or others seeing this lmao

(I've been feeling kinda bad about not drawing as much as I wanted. so I figured this might apply to you too)

There's nothing wrong with not being productive for a bit. Whether it's writing or drawing or whatever thing you feel pressured to do.

There's nothing wrong with taking your time to do those things! There's a multitude of reasons but I can explain them another time

Something something about that comparison I made in an older ask about the human body/mind and a machine. You remember that one? (I can't get out of the ask thing to find it because it'll get rid of all this but Y'KNOW THE ONE)

DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF TO DO THE HOBBY IF YOU'RE NOT FEELING IT! BRO IT'S FINE YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE NOT RUNNING OUT OF TIME-

(This next one's just something I realized recently. Idk if it's true for everyone but I'll share it anyways) I think even things I LIKE to do are tiring. I don't know how. Drawing and even playing a video game is tiring. Talking to friends online is tiring. This only really becomes a problem if something else is leeching all my energy, because otherwise it's definitely ALL worth it. What I'm trying to say is that things might take effort even if you like doing them or if they're supposed to be a relaxing thing (like,, idk Minecraft. I still have to think and respond to things and reaction time and planning and blah blah blah these things take mental energy I often don't have) I'M JUST SAYING IT'S SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT- YOU'RE NOT LAZY FOR NOT DOING A THING BECAUSE IT MIGHT ACTUALLY TAKE MORE ENERGY THAN YOU THINK- (writing especially, in my opinion. Idk how you do it-)

MAN these are always so much longer than I want them to be but,, yeah I hope this helps you (or anyone else reading)

Remember self care y'all! and don't pressure or force yourself to do things (looking directly at you Ollie /lh)

Oh yeah also Ollie you give me the feeling you have adhd (saying that as someone with horrible adhd) but I won't go into that-

OKAY BYEEE ILY <3

So proud of you 8-bit, you started a fad/lhj

I have eaten :D. My stomach did it's job and informed me I was hungry for once. Have you?🤨 Also I have no clue what your time zone is lmao

I slept pretty decent! Not as tired as I was yesterday, so that's good.

But I hate my meds they're grosssssssssssssssssss. Did take them but bleh.

I just ate, I should go brush my teeth thankies-

Does milk count?

"Imagine a machine that needs maintenance. If you don't make time to schedule the maintenance, it'll break when you're not expecting it. That's the same for a human. If you don't schedule time for breaks, your body or brain will do it for you." This machine analogy? I do remember it and your incredible wisdom. I'll try to abide by it more😔

Also completely agree w/ your last thing. I like to draw, I like to write, but it sucks sometimes. Heck, I can't even bring myself to watch my favorite shows just because I don't have the energy to actually watch it. Thank you for the list of affirmations(?), I needed it. I've been trying to write, but it's getting harder with my interests split lol.

Don'e worry about them being long! I really don't mind, it's fun to read them. Ily2, bye!/plat

[foofenshmirtz]

Log #4 My Best Friends

Disclaimer, this Au goes into detail about death, mentions of sexual assault, cults, religion, gore, and explicit details about violence. viewer discretion is advised. I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise and everything is purely for entertainment purposes. I only own my writing.

My plans for today went completely down the drain. I was supposed to go try and get on Tims good side in an attempt to gain some favors but it started to rain and it seemed the 3 boys had disappeared from their side of the woods. ████   says they are most likely on patrol which makes me feel slightly bad due to the weather. I didn't let this get me down ( even if the roof to my cabin is leaking) 

████  and I have decided to just relax at home, or try to. I figured it would be productive to do some more logging and since I already have logs on myself, the 4 brothers and a few of the proxies, I figured it would also be beneficial to record my two best friends.

Yurei Reid: St Bernard    z██m██ dog     Age: 4   Weight: 120 pounds     

Yurei is the sweetest dog in the world. She has been my loyal service dog for around 4 years now and has helped me everyday we have been together. I love her like she's family and I would give her the world (she deserves it). She knows a many tricks and helps me h█n█ ████ ███ █s████e ████ ████████ it ████ ███████ ██ ██p ████ ███ f█e█h ██ ███ ███ br███ █e █████ c█r██p█  Shes such a good dog. Yurei Fun Facts:  She hates lemons Likes to hunt down mice Is nervous around men (mood) Insists on sleeping on top of me despite weight more than me Loves the snow

█████ ███g███ : Ghost  Age: 19? 29?  Weight: 0 pounds???  Height: could be around 5'4 (she floats)

████  won't tell me much about her past but if I had to guess due to her appearance she passed away in the hospital. I don't wanna pry much since it's probably a sensitive subject but she worries me sometimes. I can tell she tries to have a good time and have fun but there is just this overall sadness that seems to consume her body. Maybe that's a ghost thing but I wish I could help out in any way.

She won't tell me if she had any siblings or anything about her dad but she has talked about her mother a few times. Apparently her mother is very kind and is quite the baker but besides the food her mother made and how she always wanted to be a nurse. She sounds like a very nice lady and I had to guess she might still be alive. A few things Ly has told me are her interests, we often like to play games on my old ds and the shows she often references consist of ‘pretty little liars’ and ‘ jersey shore’. If I had to guess she was alive for the early 2010’s but not much past that. Ly is also very dramatic, she speaks a lot with her hands and knows how to ramble and gossip which isn't too surprising considering i'm the first person she has spoken to since her death, plus i like her dramatics. It helps me understand her body language better and how she is feeling. The three of us are a good trio.

████  Fun Facts Enjoys video games Is very competitive Very paranoid Speaks her mind (she rants a lot) Very good spy Makes me feel safer in the woods Is my best friend

The storm isn't dying down anytime today so I decided to draw ████. She hasn't seen what she looks like since she was alive and since she is a ghost she cant see herself in mirrors so i figured drawing her was the best i could do for her.

████  liked the drawing but afterwards told me to get rid of it. I didnt understand why and figured keeping it in the notebook would be fine. I dont understand why she wanted me to get rid of it.

I left the drawing in the notebook and when I came back the page was destroyed and ████  seemed upset. I'm sorry, I don't understand what I did wrong. She left to go somewhere in the woods, she didn't tell me where she was going but I'm a little worried, I know she cant get hurt but I wish she would tell me what made her so upset. 

Feelings are hard to understand.

Ly eventually came back, she seemed better and when i asked her what i did she just said it's best to not keep anything about her around to keep me safe. I don't understand what she meant but I trust her.

I just wish she would tell me why she needs to be secret.

Hey guys, just wanted to thank everyone who has been enjoying the story so far, i also posted this AU on tiktok along with photos specifically for them, and eventually it will also be on A03. The stories will all be the same obviously, but each platform might have its own hidden things in its specific post so if that's something that interests you my tiktok and A03 accounts will be in my bio. The next post is going to actually be the first chapter in the story and from now on the posting will consist of a log one day and then the next a chapter. Thank You.