#I wanted to make him look so goofy and I think I succeeded

[ratsonfire]

Stray/Catlad Jason that makes sense to only me </3

[luveline]

a june baby drabble —a typical sunday morning with eddie and his girlfriend (and her toddler)

Your arm wakes up first. Eddie's trying hard to climb over you without making any noise, and for the most part he's succeeding. You have superhuman hearing, the groan of the bed springs and the soft shuck of his socks on the floor waking you. 

"Eddie?" you mumble, blinking tired lashes. 

He strokes your cheek with the side of his pinky finger. You startle but turn into it fast, hungry for doting touch. Usually, Eddie would be eager to give it to you, but he needs to pee. 

He gives your cheek a last rub. Eddie's heavy with affection —he loves giving it to you, and you're in sore need. You're a sponge for love, probably because you didn't get as much of it as you needed the last few years. 

You poured it all into Junie 'til you had nothing else left, then you poured more. 

Eddie does his business, gets distracted in the bathroom by a toothpaste stain on the sink and then decides he might as well brush his teeth while he's in here. He rushes through it, excited to get back to you and the warm patch of bed he's left behind for some Sunday morning languishing. He's thinking he can stroke your back until it pisses you off. He loves how you let him do it far past annoying you, hiding your squirming until you have no choice but to push him away, the tickling unbearable. 

He's scratching his hair away from his face and squinting in the morning sun in the hall when he realises his prime time spot has been poached. A little arm curled around your neck, little face pressed to your face. Junebug hugs you while you snooze with a massive goofy smile on her lips, her cheeks chubby and her bare feet by your hip. 

Eddie knows then, looking at her, that he was wrong for thinking you needed love. You may not have been getting all the love you deserved, but the love you needed has been in arm's reach for the last three years. 

He climbs up the bed from the bottom, holding Junie's side up gently to slide beneath her. 

"Good morning, Junie-girl," he whispers, meeting her tired eyes. "You have a sleepie. Want me to get it?"

Her nod is slow like her head is moving through jelly. Eddie reaches up around her to brush it from the corner of her eye, careful not to scratch her with his nail. "Ew," he whispers teasingly. 

"Eddie," Junie grumbles. 

"You're gross, babe." 

"No," she says. 

Eddie wipes her sleepie in his shirt, unbothered. "Mom gets bad sleepies too. Must be from her. But I'm kidding, I'm kidding, you're not gross, are you?" His voice turns to a loving croon. "You're beautiful." 

You mumble something. Junie hugs you more insistently, prompting you to turn her way and pull your arm out. You drag her into your chest and bury your face in the side of hers, barely audible as you say, "He got that right." Cheek kiss, your hand covering her back, her pyjamas bunching under your slow back and forth, Junie looks as spoiled as any girl can.

Eddie inserts himself into the cuddle shamelessly. 

"What were you doing?" you ask, reaching blindly for his hand. 

"Me? Just using the facilities. You're real nosey, you know that?" 

"Bite my head off for asking," you say. He imagines you'd shrug if you had the arm space. "I won't ask again."

"Good," he says, though that's the opposite of what he wants. Eddie plans on answering small questions from you for the rest of his life if he has a choice. 

Junie plants a kiss on your cheek and uses her arms to leverage herself high enough to pout at Eddie. He brandished his cheek for a kiss, endeared when short fingers tangle in the hair by his ear. "Good morning," Junie says. "Mommy, you want breakfast?" 

You giggle and push yourself up the pillow, elbow in the mattress to get some height. You look very tired still, but you're a dream in Eddie's eyes, skin puffy around your eyes and your lips chapped. He's so in love, he wants to unscrew the chapstick and put it on you himself. He genuinely might do it. 

"Do you want breakfast?" you ask Junie. "Can you tell me? I want breakfast." 

"I want breakfast," Junie says. 'Breakfast' is a struggle for her sometimes, heavy on the 'uh' sound, like break-f-uh-sssst. She's a slow learner, but getting better everyday. "Sausages."

That sounds even funnier in her high-pitched voice. You brush a curl from Eddie's face thoughtlessly, looking at him without really looking at him. "We'll have sausage, egg and grits, yeah? Yummy." 

"Yummy," Junie agrees. She gives Eddie a pointed stare.

"Yummy," he says, scooping her up carefully to hold to his chest. "Let's go! Before mom thinks she's in charge of cooking!" 

You laugh as Eddie stands up in the middle of your mattress, and Junie screams with it as he bounds off of it and into the hallway. "Eddie, you could've tripped on the sheets!" you chide. 

"Oh no," he says, spinning down the hall, laughing himself as Junie starts her infectious baby giggle, vertigo pulling her head back. 

He makes a maraca of your girl until you appear to get her back, and for a good ten seconds, Eddie manages to wrap his arm around your arm and spin you with them. Your laughter is as cute as June's but lined in real alarm. You get dizzy faster than your daughter does. 

"Don't drop her," you plead, pulling away from him.

"As if I would." 

"Please, Eddie, you're wearing slippery socks." 

He stops spinning her. He doesn't feel dizzy himself, he wouldn't have risked something silly like that, but he stops because you were worried, and he only ever wants you to be relaxed, well-rested, and loved. 

"Take your spawn," he says, passing her to you with the utmost care. 

You take her and settle her against you, stroking her under the eye with the back of your finger. "Thank you. Eddie shook you around like a can of soda, huh? How do you feel?" 

"Hungry," Junie says immediately. 

You press a smile to her temple. "Good. Eddie's making breakfast." 

Eddie could pump his fist in victory, he's that happy. You're finally letting him take care of you. "Three plates of the best sausage, egg, and grits ever coming right up, ladies."  

[alelathedragon]

In a universe where Memes are the main source of media and power over obstacles. This man has no chance with his mindset xD

I love Mr.Puzzles, i love how he was introduced slowly and the more the SMG4 crew succeeded the closer he got to them, I love how utterly pathetic he is when hes not manipulating the stage.

Man is a stage manipulator. Not a fighter lol. Look at his twink ass, he was made for acting.

I love how he has that autism in him. He looks at the Meme Factory and only hyper fixates on the Comedy Zone, he doesnt find Memes funny and rather disgusting actually even when he can see right in front of him this whole building dedicated to SMG4's source of power in 'The Funny'

I love how. He can feel bad for others but only if they're on his side. He doesnt understand how his words can hurt people and while he is actually trying to be on their good side he ends up failing miserably bc he doesnt understand

'what did i say wrong? I just said whats true'

Its so autistic of him. But when he gets a friend: hes been secluded and alone for his whole life, bro doesn't know how to handle the positivity and constantly denies it. Until he sees his friend visibility in pain and he can register it- bc emotionally he doesn't know how to communicate with her. But seeing her getting beat up: he gets angry and defends her with all his strength

He doesnt wanna be softened up- he wants to be a TV show star and have power!

But bro doesnt understand Memes are what drives the power... And bro doesnt realize he actually wants a friend

I love him for that

Let him be evil but also keep him the awkward mess he is. If he gets some kind of redemption arc its gotta be a slow one and he GOTTA keep that theatric goofy ass to him or im leaving.

Becoming a nice person wont mean hes better at communicating with others and will suddenly understand how to think about how They Feel when he says something. But he can try, find his people who understand he isnt perfect and isnt TRYING to make you feel bad but he has a harder time thinking about others or in some cases can't think of others and how they feel bc to him, what he said makes perfect sense and is true! Isn't lying bad? . And id be ok with that bc that'd be a good arc, i just dont want it to be bad like a lot of redemption arcs ive seen

[idakyrie]

(This is part of an AU and a LOT OF TEXT asdfg) WHAT IF.... That weird deformed shape of Fake Peppino (AKA Bruno) is actually that way because of a brain problem (known as TBI)? That would explain that peculiar way of behaving (Silly? Goofy? Childish? Doesn't think straight? Doesn't know what he's doing? Almost 0 common sense, that almost permanent expression on his face, that strange way of moving... He is doing his best to stay on his feet and not melt completely (even if it shows a bit), he can barely speak coherently, among many things (WE MUST PROTECT HIM).

I'd like to think that the brain is the only organ he has, because the rest is just... Mmh, slime? amalgam? xD, it could be a HUMAN brain that Pizzahead (his creator) got (I like to think he is actually someone insane in a bad way and too different when it comes to his lab, just pretending to smile, hints of psychopath), that brain belonged to another chef, here I clarify about getting 2 adns: Peppino and Bruno (this last I mean the one from the abandoned pizzeria and yes, he is dead, where the hell Pizzahead was going to get that brain from? Actually dead for trusting a humanoid pizza)

So Fake Peppino has 2 adns? Yeah, that makes sense... Although Peppino and him don't look quite the same (Although Pizzahead's goal was that, to be the perfect impersonator), except for the clothes BUT here comes my favorite part, his stable form. 

Actually, his brain problem can be treated, he would still have 2 forms: stable and unstable, this unstable form is the one we all know, it would be present whenever he feels threatened, in danger or any other negative emotion (although he can take any form whenever he wants and be a mix of both forms).

Some history: Bruno is the first "clone" to be created, it went well, everything was perfect and one more minion... UNTIL... Pizzahead has a complicated, abusive, stupid, manipulative and ignorant attitude, basically he never treated him well, it started with scolding and even abuse (And yup! it was Pizzahead himself who caused him great injury) Why? He is a demanding and perfectionist guy, the clone had to come out EQUAL to Peppino (the irony is that he hates him and only does it to fuck up his life, to be able to replace him with some of the SO MANY clones out there) at the time he thought it was a GOOD IDEA to mix both adns and come out the same as the original, I repeat that this guy is an idiot?

Something funny is that after that he made other prototypes of clones (Classified as second generation idk) but these... None came out well, they are aberrations and can be found in a frozen chamber, he doesn't want to relive that moment and kept trying until he finally succeeded, the famous Peppino clones that can be found everywhere in the lab, inferior versions, weaker and more animal behavior than the first "clone".

Here comes another problem, Pizzahead paid more attention and was nicer to those clones, making Bruno jealous and annoyed, he never received a good treatment from him (Still he was loyal) and he had to fix and clean up all the atrocities the clones did, that means ALL the time, he could not defend himself and lived in silence, developing a great hatred towards them, precisely his behavior changes drastically to the most aggressive, just hearing a "croak" makes him angry (MODO BERSEK GOES BRR)

Many years enduring physical and emotional pain until he ends up in what? In an abandoned pizza restaurant? Just him being abandoned being very bad in all aspects? Completely alone for years, the only contact he had with others were those clones that invaded his "new home" (explaining why there are so many peppino corpses in that pizzeria).

(that girl in the image is an oc of mine hshs)

Bruno still has that silly and innocent personality, sensitive but at the same time disturbing if something bothers him. Paternal sense, playful and a big fan of Peppino, sometimes he annoys him by imitating him HAHA. Does he keep that frog behavior? YES! It's not as obvious as the clones because he knows how to control it. 

At the beginning he doesn't like to be touched, after all the problems he went through he doesn't even know if there are good people in this world, so gaining Bruno's trust is a bit complicated but if you talk nice to him (as you would do with your pet XD) the interaction will be effective. 

Does he have traumas? Besides he doesn't want to see Pizzahead and the clones again, or there will be a massacre, it's the first time someone is nice to him, he's afraid of abandonment and losing the little progress he has made... AND NEVER EVER SEE OR HEAR ANYTHING RELATED TO ANY LABORATORY AGAIN, his life was hell there, anything related either scares or angers him.

If you have any questions, you can ask and also, sorry if there are errors in my English, it is not my native language, I hope you can understand ;w;

[sprinklenoodles]

I'm baaaaack! I got a doozy of a piece too! For The Heir of Despair!

Read all that was there and I am here to share my thoughts in a slightly coherent way! Sorry in advance if I repeat myself! First, Byakuya, my boy. Oh my gosh are you an irredeemable prick! I say this in a good way by the way! Like, you wrote him good in the sense that I am routing for his downfall in some way and was very excited near the end when he slightly didn't get his way. Bravo! You have succeeded in making me dislike my boy! (I still love him <3) But, anyway, reading what's here really got my brain thinking! Like, what might happen with Byakuya and Junko. In fact, Here's a lightning round of fun little questions that make my brain do acrobatics in a skating park! Not for answering of course! That's be lame! I must expel these out though haha!

There! Got it out of my system!! As for some other thoughts, I enjoy the canon divergences! Obviously the main gimmick is itself one, but you get what I mean! Also, I have no way to segway into this but I was no joke quoting and spouting a bunch of goofy crap and like, I can't just NOT give a peak into the innerworkings of my mind. So, here. Take those and a bit of tidbits on the context I said them in. "Leave that little guy alone!" - Said mostly for Chihiro and Makoto, both when Byakuya was manipulate, mansplain, malewife-ing his way through existence. Less malewife though. Or scratch it. No malewife-ing for him. Not in this time line u_u "Byakuya! Have you learned nothing!" - Just any time Byakuya was doing stuff I found worthy of mocking him for. Might have to re-read everything to find the specifics cus I unfortunately did not count those moments in a spread sheet T-T "You're no good, Byakuya! You'll never be shit! You're just like your father!" - I find this one funny cus I legit find Kijo a saint in this in comparison to his son. It's both because the man hasn't really done much and he's not the focus. I also had a realization though that the reason I want this Byakuya to suffer so much is because I know he can do better than this! Like, Byakuya as a character! Unlike Kijo, he has the potential for redeemable qualities which makes his reveling in his own ego less camp, more pathetic. Like, Kijo makes it fun because he sucks, he will never improve, and that's that! And it's not like Byakuya can't be that fun camp! He just has to not be a monster! I like this factor in this Byakuya though in this fic. It really encapsulates how bad he could be. How he can surpass his father in horrible behavior, and actions. Like, it's sick reading how much he enjoys all of this and you did a really good job at it! Also, I have no idea how to fit this either but I DID mentally joke to myself that I wouldn't mind Junko actually cutting of a limb from Kijo just to make Byakuya suffer a bit (even if it probably won't be much sadly) and I have no idea how to take that... I think that, weirdly enough, I like ridiculing this Byakuya. I want him to fail. And like, it's insane you're writing can do that!! Be proud!! Like, this isn't even the type of fic I normally read and I've been able to enjoy it. You wrote many variants of just one rich guy and they're all distinct enough to feel different about them but similar enough where you can see where the divergences lie and I really like that!! And, it's oddly cool reading something and knowing that I could never write this. This goes for all your fics by the way but like, it's really cool reading this and just knowing that someone's able to write something I could never. I'm too much of a softie for Byakuya, even when I'm mean to him heehee! No clue if this makes sense by the way. I'm kinda blabbering now so I might end it here! But yeah! You got some cool stuff!

Aaahhh!!! Thank you!!! LOVE the art as always, it looks AWESOME!!

And yeah, Byakuya is NOT a good guy. He's very much a prick and supposed to be like that.

As for your questions, I obviously can't answer those... Though, the answer to some are no and some are yes... That's all I'll say.

And Chihiro is really going through it, with Makoto joining him soon. Byakuya will unfortunately not be leaving them alone 😔

Kijo is strangely enough a better person here, though he still ain't good. Like, he is very much on board with the killing game. He doesn't really like that Byakuya is in it cuz he doesn't want his heir to die, but that's all.

He's also very petty tho and is quite offended Byakuya kept him in the dark about everything. It's why he agreed to the motive. And unfortunately, no missing limbs for Kijo. That is reserved for another dad only in an AU that isn't mine...

But Byakuya is not nice, yeah. And like you said, he could be much better but he simply doesn't want to. He likes the way things are and loves to manipulate some of his classmates.

And that makes people not like him, just as intended. He's the protagonist but one you want to fail. Cuz if he doesn't, that means something bad for the rest of the cast...

But thank you!! I really like writing these different versions of him and it's really not as hard as it might seem. Tbh, it comes kinda natural if anything! Though, I get being the softie to Byakuya, I myself would never hurt him... Other than the countless times he got injured in my fics... :D

[idyllic-ghost]

beeeeeee!!! congrats on 2k!!! 🥳🥳 you deserve all of the support and love that you have and so much more!! ❤️❤️

may i request a fluffy smut fake dating au blurb with mingi and prompts 5 & 12 please? 😊🫶🏽

a/n: thank you for this request cherry !!! it was so much fun to write <3

title: wedding buddies

prompts: (5) "I want you to kiss me." (12) "I haven't listened to anything you just said."

pairing: mingi x afab!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, afab reader

word count: 2k

MDNI

join in on the celebration!

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Ah, wedding season. That special time of the year, between late spring and early fall, where everyone and their mothers decided to hold their weddings. You had come to that age where you friends and acquaintances were getting engaged and married - and you were just not there yet.

To every wedding you got invited to, you also got a plus one. For the first wedding you just went alone, but the amount of comments you got was enough to make you leave early. Which is why you now had a plan - and his name was Song Mingi.

Mingi was one of your friends, but he was the kind of friend you would usually just hang out alone with. None of your acquaintances, who had invited you to their wedding, knew of him, and your closest friends barely saw anything of him. So, to avoid future questioning, Mingi became your fake boyfriend.

It wasn't difficult to get him to do it, he was promised free food and drinks. What more could he want? Moreover, you got to present a hot boyfriend to all of your friends.

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The deeper you went into your lie, the harder it was to deny your growing feelings for you your fake boyfriend. Mingi was so good at acting as your boyfriend that you almost felt betrayed when he'd go back to your normal ways after the wedding.

Now there you were, the last wedding of the month, and drooling over the man that you couldn't have - and you had no one to complain to about it!

Mingi was getting the two of you drinks by the bar, and while he was gone you found yourself fixing your outfit. The need to look good for your fake partner felt stupid, but that didn't stop you from trying. You watched Mingi walk back to you, a big goofy grin on his lips which didn't match the tight black slacks and white button-up shirt he was wearing - three buttons unbuttoned, and his tie just laying around his shoulders. His broad shoulders... Mingi did a little dance, trying to make you smile and succeeding immediately, before he finally got to the table.

"See, the venue might've been worse than the last one." Mingi picked the conversation you had before he left back up. "But I still think this wedding is better- my proof being: open bar!"

"I can't argue with that," you hummed and accepted your drink.

Mingi kept on talking, but you were busy staring at the way his lips moved. Soft and pouty, so incredibly kissable- no. You weren't allowed to think like that - he was your friend! Your buddy! Your pal! So in an attempt to be rational, you looked back up at his eyes. He hadn't noticed you staring. However, he was looking for some sort of answer that you couldn't give.

"Sorry, I haven't been listening to anything you just said," you admitted.

"Yeah I could see that," he said knowingly, "You've been busy."

"Hm?" Your eyes widened.

"You're too obvious when you've been drinking," he said, "Honestly, it makes the acting a lot easier."

You stared at him, wondering if he had managed to figure everything out. Mingi wasn't dumb, by any means, but you didn't think he could figure you out - you were stealthy... right?

"What do you mean?" you murmured.

The music started booming, and people made their way onto the dance floor. You kept looking at Mingi like a deer in headlights. He knew something, but you didn't have time to question it. Mingi stood up and held his hand out to you, leading you out to the dance floor once you had taken it.

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The wedding was far enough away from either of your homes that you had decided to book a hotel room together. It was a late booking, and the only room you had managed to get had a king bed. Before this wedding it had been a source of anxiety for you, but now it was convenient.

Mingi's lips stayed on yours while he fumbled with the keycard to the door. He pulled away from you, swearing under his breath and tried one last time to open the door. Slamming the door open, the two of you let out drunken giggles and laughs while you stumbled towards the bed.

"Maybe we should talk about this." Your ass landed on the soft bed and Mingi kneeled before you.

His hands worked on taking off your shoes for you, throwing them behind him when he was done. He stood back up, towering over you, and held your hands in his.

"Is there anything you want to say?" he asked softly.

You stayed quiet, your mind completely blank. Mingi chuckled and pulled his tie off his shoulders, throwing it behind him as well. Without hesitation, your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and started unclasping each one. As his shirt opened up more, you started kissing the revealed skin - leaving lipstick marks across his chest and torso. Mingi took your face in his big hands and made you look at him.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he murmured, "What do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me again," you admitted in a plea.

Mingi bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, teasing you before going in again. One of his hands went to your back, while the other one leaned on the bed behind you.

"Tell me you want me and I'll give you everything I have," he mumbled against your lips, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"I want you."

It came out as a whisper, but you wanted to scream it. His lips attacked your neck, leaving blooming bruises on his path down your upper body. His lips felt like heaven, and you noticed a heat growing from your core throughout your body. When he got to your chest, where your dress started, he stopped.

"Wanna take this off for me?" he asked gently. "Let me see all of you."

You nodded eagerly and stood up on wobbly legs. Mingi worked on getting his own clothes off, laying down on the bed when he had done so. He watched you struggle with your dress, a big grin playing on his lips.

"Don't laugh!" you said as soon as you heard a snicker. "I can't reach the zipper!"

"Come here, sweetheart." He motioned for you to come over.

You stood in front of him and his hands landed on your hips, gently rubbing the skin over the fabric of your dress. He smiled up at you before turning you around. Reaching up, he grabbed the zipper and slowly dragged it down - teasing you.

"Mingi..." you whined.

"Mm," he hummed as he pressed a kiss to your spine, "I love it when you say my name."

You huffed and walked away from him, finally pulling your dress down. Almost instantly, you missed his hands on your hips. When you turned back to the man on the bed he was laying back with a confident smile on his face, cock straining against his underwear. Already, you could tell he was big. You got on top of him, straddling him. Mingi looked at you expectantly. Besides this rather bold move on your part, you had no other plan on what to do. At least you got to feel his hands on your hips again.

"You're even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined," he admitted.

"So you've been imagining me naked?" You grinned.

"Don't act like you haven't done the same to me," he argued.

You scoffed, but couldn't come up with anything else to say - it was true after all. Nevertheless, you had no time to respond because Mingi started grinding your hips against his, using his grip on your hips to get you to move. Strings of swears left your mouth and you leaned against him. You hadn't realized how sensitive you had gotten from his light teasing, but you were practically throbbing. Mingi found your lips again and kissed you, drowning all of your sounds out.

As you started approaching your high, your noises getting louder and your cunt leaking through your underwear, Mingi stopped moving you. Before you could whine and throw a tantrum, he flipped you over on your back.

"Did you bring a condom with you?" he asked breathlessly.

"In my bag."

Mingi quickly went over to your bag and rummaged through it. When he finally found it, he held it up to show you his victory. You laughed as he approached you once again. Your laugh got caught in your throat when you saw the wet spot you had created on his underwear. A big splotch of lust sitting promptly on top of his erection.

"Are you always this prepared?" he teased.

"I wouldn't call it prepared," you said, "Just hopeful."

"I'll answer your prayers, babe, don't worry," he grinned and got on top of you again.

He went to kiss you, but you put your hand in front of his face.

"No more fooling around, I need you to fuck me," you said desperately.

You ended up on your hands and knees, Mingi's cock ramming into you from behind. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he was tearing you apart. His cock was even bigger than the ego he was going to get from fucking you stupid. Your moans bounced against the walls, filling the room quickly and most likely spilling out from the thin walls. You didn't give a shit, not when he was making you see stars.

"Mingi," you moaned, "Close..."

It was all you could muster saying. Your chest fell to the bed and he took the opportunity to drill deeper into you. It felt like he was in your ribcage, every thrust sending a shock through your body. Your sopping cunt was making sounds you couldn't imagine yourself making. It was crying out for more and more, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears.

"You can cum, sweetheart, I'm not stopping you." Mingi reached around your body and started playing with your clit, rubbing tight circles.

It pushed you over the edge, your body spasming and your legs almost giving out from under you. You let out a shriek as he kept fucking you, chasing his own high. The continued stimulation made your head spin, and you became a wobbly mess of limbs. You didn't even noticed that Mingi had pulled out of you and thrown away the condom. His sweaty body cuddled up against yours, the sudden skin-to-skin contact bringing you back to reality.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured in your ear.

"I'm alright," you breathed out, "Just need a minute."

"Okay, just lay back. I'll get you cleaned up and something to eat."

You felt him leave, and you turned around to put your head on one of the pillows. When he came back it was with a wet towel and snacks he had gotten from the mini fridge. He sat down beside you and helped you clean up.

"Do you have water?" you asked hoarsely.

Mingi reached over to the bedside table, where he had put all of his things, and opened a water bottle for you. You thanked him and sat up to drink.

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The two of you were under the covers watching a film on the TV in front of the bed. You had calmed down from your high, and he had helped you get into bed properly. After talking for a bit, both agreeing that "just friends" maybe shouldn't be your title anymore, you decided to watch something until one of you fell asleep.

"You know what's so good about this?" you asked quietly and he hummed, "Now you don't have to pretend to like me at weddings anymore."

"I was never pretending."

[talesofesther]

sweet and warm

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie are spending Christmas together, and he wants to steal a kiss from you.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: Again, a lot of people requested this, so if you wanted prompt 13 with Eddie, this is for you. <3

Masterlist

"Darling I think your lasagna is ready."

You had just succeeded in finding a good radio station as your mother called. The old radio that had been in this house almost as long as you, started playing a classic Christmas song; the melody resonated through your house and created just the atmosphere you'd been after.

"I'll get it in a sec," you called back to your mother.

The living room was a sea of golden and red, with the knitted socks pinned to your fireplace and the blinking lights on your Christmas tree; all warm and cozy just the way it should be.

You wore a comfy white and red sweater, it had reindeer and pine trees on it, just about matching the one of a certain metalhead.

This was the first Christmas that Eddie was spending with your family and you couldn't be happier.

Turning around, you walked to your kitchen, but before you could fully cross the threshold two arms caught hold of your waist and pinned you in place.

You were already laughing as your back hit his chest, he planted the ghost of a kiss by the nape of your neck that got you shivering; "Eddie, come on..."

Eddie turned you around in his arms, he had a goofy grin on his lips as he looked down at you and held you close.

"If my lasagna burns..." You warned, winding your arms around his neck anyway.

"Burned food is not that bad, sweetheart," he pouted.

It got you raising an eyebrow at him, your fingers twirling and playing with one of his curls. The slow blinking of the Christmas lights reflected perfectly on Eddie's chocolate eyes, the golden glow making it easy to believe he held the universe by his fingertips; maybe for you, he did. His hair fell in gentle waves and stopped by his shoulders, tangling with the knitted sweater you made him wear — which was totally worth it because he looked adorable.

"Besides," Eddie clicked his tongue and glanced above you, "you kinda owe me something now."

You followed his eyes and looked up as well, only to see a small mistletoe haphazardly hanging from the archway.

Tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, you hummed, "I don't remember that being there."

"Oh, it was there, promise," Eddie told you with utmost confidence, furrowing his brows in a silly manner as his arms pulled you closer still.

You sighed, fighting a smile that wanted to form on your lips, "I mean, if it is tradition."

Eddie's eyes crinkled on the sides with his own smile just before he kissed you, all sweet and warm, his lower lip getting caught between yours and his hands tracing your back.

And you only broke apart after your mother called from the kitchen saying that your lasagna was starting to look a bit too dark on top.

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[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Two

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1

The first day at work went great. Everyone was so friendly, maybe too friendly. I'm not complaining though. Today, I decided to wake up earlier than yesterday and go on the field before the players do. I wore my work uniform, did a simple makeup routine and curled my hair. On my way to the stadium, I stopped to get coffee. I'm still not used to the coffee that the stadium serves, I think I will stick with my local cafe for a while. I reach the stadium and park my car. On my way inside, I can see people arriving seconds after me, but I decided to not stop there and greet them inside once I see them. My plan succeeded and I got on the field before the players. I went through my charts to plan my day. I usually view the charts of the injured players so I can pay more attention to them during training. The first person on the list was Neymar. He had a few check ups with the previous doctor before me, everything seemed to be okay, I only needed to make sure he doesn't use his injured leg that much on training days. As I was about to shut the chart book, I hear footsteps behind me. I look up and see Neymar approaching me. He smiles and immediately goes in for a hug. "Morning, Y/N. How are you?" he says to me as he releases me from the hug. "Morning, Neymar. I'm good. How about you?" I answer to him in Portuguese. "I'm good too. My injured leg seems to have gotten better, so I'm very excited to get back on my element. Btw, you speak good Portuguese, is it your native language?" he asks me, one hand on his hip and the other one touching the back of his neck. Yes, my parents are Brazilian, but i was born here. All my life, I moved back and forth between countries so I didn't really have a chance to settle completely. However, my parents always spoke to me in Portuguese even if we were in France at that time. I'm so thankful they did, because I like to visit Brazil at least once a month." I say to him, he's listening to me very carefully, I like that. "Also, about yesterday. I apologize if it made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't know you could understand me." he says to me nervously, waiting for an answer. "Oh, it's okay. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. You seem like a very great guy, so it's okay." I say to him trying to ease the tension in between us. "But, you're pretty, though. Very pretty." he says in a low voice, almost regretting it. "Thank you, Neymar. You're not too bad yourself!" I say to him and we both laugh slightly. "Thank you. Thank you!" All the players get on the field and Neymar has to leave to start training. I make my way to the benches and watch them train. I engage in a couple of conversations with other people from the staff during this time. It's time for lunch break. I gather all my things and make my way to the exit. I suddenly feel to hands grabbing my shoulders from behind, hugging me. Judging by his voice, I can tell it's Kylian. "Heyyy, there! Good morning, sweetie!" he says to me excitedly. I touch his arms in response to his hug and laugh. "Good morning, Kylian! How are you?" I ask him and remove myself from the hug so I can face him. "I'm good. Me and Ney are about to go to lunch, want to join us at the cafeteria?" he asks me, while grabbing the things from my hands, trying to be a gentleman. "Sure, why not? I would love to" I say back to him, now Neymar is on my other side and I'm walking between them.

"Yo, Ney. Did you get a chance to chat with Y/N about yesterday?" Kylian asks Neymar with a goofy grin on his face.

"About what?" Neymar gives him a death glare, signaling him to drop the conversation. I avoid the eye contact with both of them. Kylian pauses for a moment before he decides to speak up.

"About you calling her the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?!" he says in response, not even caring about Neymar's look at him.

None of us dare to say anything. The only audible thing from us was Kylian's small laugh. He's clearly enjoying this. I get that Neymar finds me beautiful, but the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? That was shocking for me. I have to admit I felt butterflies in my stomach, I try not to show it. We reach the cafeteria and I sit between the guys. I’m also engaging in different conversations with other people. I can sense Neymar’s eyes on me the whole time, there’s clearly a lot of tension between us. This is something I tried to avoid a lot when I decided to join the team, I wanted to have healthy relationships with everyone. But, he makes me feel different. He is listening to every word I say carefully while I answer the questions other people ask me, not to mention he’s also super attractive. I decide to look at him and I gave him a smile. He smiled back at me, staring into my eyes. “Uuu, I know that smile. Am I hearing wedding bells?” says Kylian, in a playful tone. Completely ignoring Neymar’s death glares. “KYLIAN?” Neymar yells at him. “What?! It’s true. You’ll both see.” he says and continues to eat his food. Most of the guys finish their food and head to the field for two more hours. There’s only Neymar, Kylian, Thiago, Marquinhos and I still eating. Marquinhos is asking me about my profession. 

“Hong long do you plan on working here? Is this temporary or..?” Neymar asks me while looking at me. I decided to have some fun and flirt with him a little bit. I hope It doesn’t come off as arrogant or anything. “Hmm, I would like to settle here, I guess. Why? Do you not want me to take care of you? I ask him and look him in the eyes. “Umm… no, that’s not what I said, of course I want too. I mean…you seem like a great doctor.” he says, cleary surprised by my question. I give him a small laugh, letting him know I’m just messing with him and I give him a quick touch on his arm. He laughs with me. We all finish our food and head to the field. I sit by the bench and watch the players train. I chat with a few staff members before we decide to call it a day. I grab all my things and hug the people close to me at that moment. On the parking lot, I see Neymar making his way to the car and I approach him. “Hey, how was training?” I ask him while we walk together to the cars. “It was great. How about you? Are you enjoying your job?” “Yeah, today was great. I’m getting used to it very quickly.” I stop by my car and put my stuff in the trunk. Neymar is standing next to me waiting to say goodbye to me before he makes his way to his car. “Also, I would to thank you for lunch, today. I had great time.” I say to him. I want to keep talking to him. I like his voice a lot. I hope I don’t look very clingy from the outside. “Of course, I enjoyed it very much too. We’ll do this more often from now on, if you want to, of course.”

“Yeah, I would love to. Goodbye, Neymar. Have a nice day.” “Goodbye, Y/N, you too.” he hugs me. Before he breaks the hug, I kiss him on the cheek and go inside the car, not daring to look him in the eyes. Did I just kiss him on the cheek? Why did I do that? Fuck. I can see from my mirror him smiling and waving before walking away. Oh, boy, isn’t his smile beautiful?

[hazelsmirrorball]

The Red Container

summary: Jason wants to return the favor his “friendenemy” gave him on thanksgiving.

pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Vigilante reader

a/n: Merry Christmas! Since I’m in a joyful mood this year I decided to do a little Christmas series. I will try to upload them everyday. So if you have a request don’t be shy. December 1st and I'm starting with this banger.

previous imagine. 

christmas masterlist.

part 1

Y/n  dangle her legs on one of Gotham's buildings, the night had been very slow and quite honestly, as much as she  liked Gotham being crime free, Y/n couldn’t stand the quietness that surrounded the night. It drove her  insane. But that’s when she felt it, a tall presence behind her. Y/n slowly turned around to notice the familiar red helmet making  her smile behind the mask.

“I haven’t seen you since thanksgiving, I was starting to think I poisoned you with the turkey” Y/n responded in a goofy tone while Red Hood sat next to her on the edge.

It was weird, the fact that he had willingly come to her. Normally it was the other way around, she would try to find him all over Gotham and when she succeeded she wouldn’t leave him alone. But now the air felt different like  a tension that wasn’t previously there. She felt her heart skip a beat when she noticed how close he was sitting next to her. Was she dreaming or did he really look for her?

“Ten” were the only words that came out of him. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion while looking towards him.

“What do you mean by ten?” She asked, her voice filled with utter confusion.

“ You told me you expected a review on the food. The food was a ten” He said while handing her the container back.

She could feel herself turn the same shade as the container while she felt her heart stop for a moment. Was he actually caring about her or is she just overthinking things? She looks at the container in her hands feeling it weighs a little.

“What 's in here? Please don’t tell me it’s a bomb” She said jokingly while slowly opening the lid.

“Do you think that low of me? I decided I should return the favor, that's all.” He in the same tone made her stay quiet, stopping her movements on moving the lid.

“Is the Red Hood joking with his partner? I thought you said that wasn’t professional” She grin a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“You ruined the moment” He muttered while slowly turning away to look at the buildings in front of him, something Y/n was used to.

Y/n slowly pulled her mask up stopping at the end of her nose, Jason quickly turned to look at her taken aback from her actions. It was the first time she had seen Y/n face, or at least half of it. They’ve known each other ever since  the “coming back to life” situation but he never saw what was underneath the mask. He slowly took the features he could see trying to notice if he had seen her before but nothing run a bell.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked nervously, something new for Y/n’s ears.

“I’m going to eat. I’m starving, ``she said, smiling softly. Jason could’ve sworn he had see that smile before. He could feel his heart beat go insane. Why was he feeling like this? He was supposed to be annoyed by her, not blushing. He saw as she slowly opened the container looking down at the beautifully decorated cupcakes inside. She slowly took a bit and turned to look at Jason.

“What? What 's wrong? Does it taste bad?” Jason asked quickly, regretting bringing the cupcakes in the first place.

“You made these?” She asked surprised but Jason couldn’t really distinguish  her tone.

“Yeah. I know it”s more sweet and I know you made me food but my strong forte is baking so I decided to make you these cupcakes. It’s okay if you don’t like them”

“No no, I love them. My mom used to make these recipes all the time. They taste amazing” She said while laying her hand on his thigh unconsciously.

“Well, I appreciate it. I don’t bake a lot for a lot of people so it means a lot, really.”

“You know. I wasn’t joking when I invited you to the christmas party I’m hosting. I would love to see you there. It’s nothing big but I promise yo…” She said quickly but her words got cut off.

“I’ll go” He responded, making her stare at him with a shocked look on her face.

“Really?” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, if there’s going to be food like the one you gave me last time I gladly go” He responded jokingly.

“Only if you bring more of these amazing cupcakes”

“It’s a deal”

Maybe she wasn’t that bad after all, let’s just hope Christmas brings good things this year.

[masterlist]

request are open, xoxo.

[gregoftom]

Thinking about tomgreg getting married,, and I'm in my feelings!! They'd both be so excited! And they'd choose a spring date and some pretty but small venue, invite just family and friends and a small exclusive number of colleagues and associates and the atmosphere would be so lovely and joyful! There's a part of Tom that would want it to be a huge affair, he wants everyone to see them happy and succeeding - but I think in the end they'd decide to keep it small and cozy.

They'd go traditional and not see each other on the day before they see each other at the altar, so Tom gets ready on his own, with his mom doing his hair and bowtie for him. She'd tell him she's so happy for him and that she and Tom's dad love Greg - because it's so obvious Greg adores Tom. It makes them so happy to see their boy finally in a good relationship where they know he's loved ;-;

Tom was mainly in charge of planning but he and Greg chose the colour scheme together, it's all blues and silvers to go with their rings - which go with Greg's eyes because Tom is the biggest sap and so in love - so Tom's tux is a gorgeous deep navy. And he looks so fucking hot in that thing

And Tom would be dying to see Greg because even if it's just half a day, it's a long time to be apart from his Sporus - and besides, he wants to see how Greg looks. Tom offered to buy him a suit, of course he did, but Greg refused because he wanted to surprise Tom for once! So Greg is elsewhere getting ready with like Willa maybe? And they're swapping wedding preparation stories and honeymoon plans and she tucks a white rose in his lapel.. maybe dusts just a little bit of shimmering highlighter on his cheekbones and around his eyes because. It's his wedding and if he wants to be pretty for Tom he absolutely should!!

So when it's finally time, Greg's freaking out and basically vibrating out of his skin with excitement and nerves - his mom pulls him way down to kiss his cheek and whisper He's got this and he's making a good choice for once - and she walks him down the aisle

Tom's there waiting with the pastor and the Fly guys as his best men (I need them to be close friends again okay, Tom deserves to have bros) and he sees Greg walking toward him and. He can't believe it's actually real. They agreed on Navy but Greg's gone off script and his tux jacket is pure white. Subtly embroidered, bowtie and pants blue to complement Tom, his inky hair styled so it falls over his forehead in a soft swoop, his eyes sparkling - and he smiles so wide when he sees Tom, practically making his mom jog with how fast he's walking - and he's the prettiest thing Tom's ever seen. They both know there's nothing pure or virginal about Greg at this point but Tom loves how Greg looks in the white, can barely resist pulling him into a kiss immediately :')

They hold hands so tigtly and the priest starts the ceremony and from the corner of his eye Tom can see Greg doing this little rocking back and forth thing because he's impatient - and Tom can feel tears filling his eyes because. Here is this beautiful, sweet, goofy and absolutely perfect man, and he's so impatient, he can't wait to say I do, he can't wait to be allowed to kiss Tom and to officially and legally be Tom's?? How the fuck did Tom get so lucky???

And yeah then they do the vows, something subtly hinting at the Nero and Sporus thing, and then they have their happily ever after!! ;-;

waaahg yes omg 🥺 love this so much. they would abso get married like that’s just the Truth and this is perfect i thank you 🙏

[caelusproject]

So the thing about Clarice and Joey...

I'm just going on a HUGE rant here because I ship these two a ton and my exhausted brain wants to use this rarepair as an outlet hhhh

Okay so I am currently on my 8th or 9th playthrough of House of Ashes and I decided to take a look at the background characters. A bit late I know but shhhh. I decided to play as good guy Eric and make friends at the base but also look at the characters around the ones who do most of the talking. And what do I see when Eric and company enter the base and approach Joey?

Clarice opening her mouth as soon as she looks at Joey as if she's gasping. I'm reading a lot into it because I am desperate, I know, but look at it- (Putting the rest under 'keep reading' so I don't clutter your dashboard)

No idea why she did it. Maybe she was yawning or something, I dunno. But it's cute. And I mean, can you blame her? Sure, Joey likes to pull 'yo momma' jokes but unlike Merwin he has the charisma and social skills to only make those jokes when he wants to lighten up the mood, but drops it immediately if things get serious. He's a cutie and I would burn down a nation for him.

Anyways, during this scene Clarice keeps smiling at Joey. It's most likely because she feels encouraged by Eric's confident aura, it would be quite contagious, and knowing that she works for someone who pioneered a huge project that could turn the tides of war majorly could boost her own self-esteem. Or maybe she finds Joey's nervousness around Eric appealing, or at the very least charming.

Seriously, 95% of the time Clarice looks at Joey she's smiling or at least smirking. And yes, Joey doesn't pay her much attention during this moment, focused solely on Eric and his own embarrassment. But just look at Clarice's smile when Joey shyly shifts in his seat.

Let's take a look at Joey after the briefing, once you gain control of Eric. He's sitting on a desk behind Clarice, head turned towards her, whistling away as they wait. He's not directly shown looking at her in any of the cutscenes but when you approach him it's obvious. He doesn't follow Eric and when you trigger the cutscene you can see that he is looking towards him (where Clarice is) instead of the playing cards in his hands.

Alright, I know it's now time to look at their conversation in the helo. Notice how Clarice turns to Joey right away when she asks about the term 'Semper Fi' and when Joey explains the context of it all, she wants him to give her more examples. And even though she dismisses it all as some sort of boys' scout thing, Joey isn't offended in the slightest, merely stating that those superstitions exist to keep morale high and not leave everything in the hands of faith. They're having a very healthy conversation about their different viewpoints and I love it (plus how Joey's facial expression towards Clarice changes in this scene. It starts out with an unimpressed smile, turns into a serious gaze when he talks about his believes and then seemingly thinks the conversation is over and then he outright grins all goofy at her when Clarice asks further and then announces that it all sounds stupid to her. He looks like he wanted to tease her and succeeded).

Not to mention the parallels between the two. Joey get's shot during Dar's attack and dies in Nick's arms. Clarice hides in a panic and ends up stuck in the tunnels with a dying Merwin. She gets infected and slowly turns into a vampire. Joey's corpse somehow gets infected as well and he comes back from the dead, attacking Jason.

These two did NOT deserve what happened to them and I hope they meet in the afterlife to hold hands! *swipes away a dramatic tear*

And I know that most of the fandom headcanon Clarice as lesbian because of her and Rachel's chemistry. And I agree, but I personally headcanon her as a bi-lesbian, a woman who likes multiple genders but has a preference for women. Also Joey is trans in my headcanon and you can pry that away from my cold dead handsss-

ANYWAYS to round this whole thing up, I love Jorice. They shared only a fraction of screen time together but they have already wormed their way into my heart and I will cherish this ship forever, even if it's nothing more than a canoe for one!

Have some bad GIFs I made while writing this-

[whatyourusherthinks]

The Garfield Movie Review

Ah Garfield. The dead-beat dad of the Sunday morning paper. He was popular once, but years of resting on their laurels has made him nothing but a some-what sad joke. Anyway this movie looked bad. Real cookie cutter, bland, kids fare honestly. It did look better than the Bill Murray ones, but almost anything is better that the Bill Murray Garfield movies. I shudder thinking about those horrible eyes.

What's The Movie About?

Garfield and Odie involved in a heist of a dairy farm because of Garfield's dad and an insane Persian. Persian cat, not a person from Persia.

What I Like.

Dudes, what the fuck. This movie is actually really good. For starters, this movie is hilarious. Not every joke lands (and all the worst jokes are either awful cat puns or jokes where the punchline is "Modern gadgets sure exist, huh.") but there's a good 4/5 of comedy that is quick and hilarious. The only pauses in the comedy are for just for visual gags that look like they could've been pulled straight from the comic strip. There is a lot of background gags, admittedly some those awful puns, and the physical comedy is no slouch either. I was guffawing a whole lot more than I ever thought I would. And the movie has some really good emotional moment too. I really like Vic, Garfield's dad and his story was great. All the voice acting (with one notable exception) was great too. Animation is a bit simple, but it is perfect for a Garfield movie since it looks like the simple comic strips, just with more backgrounds and slight texture detail on character. The movie isn't afraid to make fun of itself as well, which I always appreciate, and it is perfect to establish not taking the world too seriously. Funnily enough though, the worldbuilding is much more consistent at following its rules that IF, the kids movie that came out the week before.

What I Didn't Like.

Act surprised when I say that my only issue with this movie is Chris Pratt. He's not horrendous in the movie, there are a couple line deliveries where I thought to myself, "That line kinda sounds close to what Garfield should sound like." But he does not blend with the character, unlike every other actor in the movie. I wasn't as initially dismissive of Chris Pratt as most others. I think he's a good voice actor actually, but here's the actual problem. Chris can only play 3 kinds of characters: the Goofball, the Everyman, and the Generic Action Hero. And Garfield is a Boor stereotype. He's supposed to be dry and sarcastic, uncaring because of either laziness or pride. They do give Garfield more goofy lines presumably in an attempt to make it work better. Didn't work. Funnily enough, the movie makes a bunch of jokes about Mission Impossible (I mean, Ving Rhames plays a mastermind) so I wonder if the film makers wanted Tom Cruise to be the lead. I could actually see that working pretty good.

Final Summation.

I feel undercut here. The Garfield Movie is good, but it's not so good that I'm super excited to tell you all about it. There's not really a lesson to learn in relation to this movie either. I guess I can end with this joke: I came out of the Garfield Movie higher than Furiosa. Not because it's a better movie, good lord no. But I had expectations about the quality of Furiosa that it met, while I had no expectations for Garfield and it vastly succeeded them.

So which is better, IF or this movie. Eh.... The problem here is that the Garfield Movie and IF are good for different reasons. IF was more imaginative (of course it was) and has a better message for kids, while Garfield is more structurally competent and would definitely be more entertaining for the parents. Honestly... If you can double feature them, go ahead. They are both less than 2 hours. Otherwise I'm leaning towards IF.

Anyway, chalk another notch up for a movie I thought was gonna suck actually being kinda awesome. This has lowkey been one of the best parts of this whole 'watch everything that comes out' experience. There's not going to be any reviews for a bit, since no new movies come out next week and I'm probably gonna be too busy to start watching Columbo again. Ciao!

[leonsliga]

Hi! How could you describe leon personality with the people he knows 🤍

Aww hi anon 💜 I think, like all of us, who Leon is depends on who he’s around. So what do you say we talk about some of the Bayern teammates he interacts with the most? I’ll also try to throw in a picture that summarizes his relationship with each one, like a mini picture book of sorts :)

Joshua Kimmich: Leon’s the order to Jo’s chaos, the quiet to his noise (when he hasn’t had his magic potion coffee, anyway). He’s protective with Jo while also giving him the space he needs to feel secure in himself and his role in the team. Leon seems to steady Jo, to ground him in a way no one else can. Their relationship is more than just Leon stabilizing the defense so Jo can surge forward and fuel the attack (or vice versa) though. It’s not reserved only for the midfield; their bond transcends the football world. It’s a partnership forged as much off the pitch as on it—one based in trust, tenderness, and mutual respect. After all, they’re business partners—We Kick Corona’s founding fathers. They even appeared on the German Who Wants to be a Millionaire? as a team. We may not know everything about their relationship, but the snapshots the cameras catch tell us a vivid story—a story of twin anchors taking turns grounding each other.

As is tradition, Leon Goretzka embraces his midfield partner, a gesture of recognition for the way in which they have helped each other thrive. In turn, Joshua Kimmich clings to him; the expectation that Leon will steady him through currents of passion remains unspoken.

Serge Gnabry: I’m almost 100% sure Leon and Serge love to annoy the shit out of each other, but at the end of the day, it’s all love, holding hands, piggyback rides, and strutting around Säbener like the royal couple they are. Serge didn’t call Leon his “kleinen Bruder” (little brother) for nothing after all ❤️ Leon has literally lifted him up before, but he isn’t afraid to knock him down a few pegs when necessary to keep him humble 😂

Leon Goretzka accompanies his best friend and brother, Serge Gnabry, on a stroll around Säbener Straße, Serge’s arm looped through his.

Leroy Sané: I feel like Leroy brings out Leon’s goofy side. They’ve probably known each other longer than Leon’s known anyone else on the Bayern squad, since they went to school together and played for their school’s football team. In other words, he’s not in as much of a “jaha” mood when Leroy’s around 🤣 That hardened shell Leon’s developed to handle the media attention cracks a bit, in the best possible way. That practiced seriousness melts away and leaves a genuine smile behind.

A passionate kiss on the cheek for Bayern’s number 10, the kind reserved for a relationship born in childhood and nurtured under the watchful eyes of millions.

Thomas Müller: I think Leon’s annoyed and amused by Thomas in equal measure. When I think of their interactions, the first thing that comes to mind is, of course, the classic Die Mannschaft video where Thomas says Holland instead of the Netherlands and Leon immediately snaps back with “Das ist auf gar keinen Fall richtig!” (“that is in no way right!”). I think Thomas wore Leon down in the end though, because Leon’s not afraid to tease him right back. If Thomas winds him up, he can expect that Leon won’t let that crime go unpunished!

Thomas Müller being his usual self and Leon looking off into the distance in amused disbelief.

Manuel Neuer: describing Leon’s relationship with Manu is a little bit trickier. Like Leon though, I like a challenge! I think Leon enjoys pushing his buttons a lot and tossing little jabs at him, trying to get him to crack. However, Manu’s not just any old Bayern teammate, he’s the captain, and as the overworked team mom, he’s used to dealing with the rambunctious, meddling kids that make up the Bayern squad. Whether Leon’s ever succeeded in winding him up is anyone’s guess, but what we do know is that the two are clearly close. After all, Leon’s addressed several of his selfies to him; not even Jo or Serge can say the same 😂

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid” Manuel Neuer writes to Leon Goretzka, one of the teammates under his charge as captain. If this exchange is any indication, it appears Leon’s attempts to grind the gears of his fearless leader have failed so far.

[horrendousmustard]

Happiness Day 💛

Headcanons for things that make Kaneki’s friends happy!

Hinami likes when Kaneki reads to her, so she decided that the rest of the group must also enjoy Kaneki’s reading and now the above picture happens regularly (I was just too lazy to try and incorporate another 4 characters into the drawing)

Banjou loves to see his friends smile or laugh! Sometimes he will do dumb things half on purpose to try and get a laugh out of the others. For about 2 months he kept trying to come up with the best joke that would one day make Kaneki laugh for the first time and eventually succeeded after slipping on a magazine and hearing Kaneki make his own stupid pun about it

Ichimi likes to play video games, especially arcade games (which he is exceptionally good at). Every time they leave the arcade, they end up with multiple extra plushies, 7 glow in the dark rubber pears and a drone

Jiro likes to think about bread! Sometimes she will buy some sourdough bread from the local bakery just to observe it. She also has several books about bread making, and yet has never baked a single loaf because she “can’t be bothered”. Hm.

Sante likes to make graffiti-style art with markers! He had a small online shop for prints in the past, however it got taken down after he drew a lot of questionable pictures of Goofy and Disney got mad at him

Kaneki loves his heated weighted blanket so so much. Banjou observed that he must feel Very Alone Sometimes, and remembered an acquaintance saying a blanket like that can feel like a hug. So he bought Kaneki a hug :) and it makes him sleep so much better :)))

Tsukiyama likes European architecture! He’s a huge fan of castles and whatnot, sometimes he’ll let out an “oh my” looking at the properties for sale that he isn’t allowed to buy. He’s also a fan of gardens and will rant about garden design if you ask or happen to be in a garden

Hetare likes biting people’s hair! He will try to steal your hair and fly away with it and he enjoys gathering it up in his cage to sit on. Currently he has a pile full of everyone’s hair in there and no one wants to try and take it out. Tsukiyama and Hetare are currently in a standoff about this

[ronyasha17]

Merry Christmas / Jigyu

Pairing: Mingyu x Jihoon

Fanfic for Christmas

Warnings: fluff; lovers; it is all fantasies and should not be taken seriously!

Jihoon's voice was so soothing that he barely paid attention to him and just looked at him with a silly grin on his face.

Jihoon noticed it as soon as he noticed that he had to explain more than once. It had been almost two hours, not counting the fact that they had to wait for the dough to be ready, and he was already starting to tense up. He had thought the hardest part would be making the biscuit, but it turned out that it was the decorating that was the hardest to explain.

It was mostly Mingyu who did the baking, but the older one decided to help since it was a special occasion.

And what could be better than doing something Mingyu had never done before.

The design consisted of two little biscuits representing them, with the detail that they both had to be something similar to each other.

But apparently Mingyu couldn't focus on two things at once. Either he was looking at Jihoon, or he was paying attention to that little decorating tutorial.

— Mingyu.

He shook his head slightly, noticing for the first time in several minutes that those beautiful eyes were looking at him.

— Could you please focus? — It felt more like an order that couldn't be disobeyed than anything else, so Mingyu flashed a smile and set himself the difficult task of focusing once and for all.

But surprisingly enough, it didn't last more than a minute. Jihoon didn't need to look at him to realize that he was grinning like a complete fool.

- You just have to do things carefully, because there's a chance of messing things up.

- If you move... a little... - He stopped his movements and stared at him for a few seconds.

He looked at his lips. Jihoon opened his lips to say something, but instead got a little nervous.

- Here, you do it.

Jihoon had the idea of making a red jumpsuit and writing something on it. Explaining what he had in mind wasn't easy, because Mingyu kept thinking that the older man wanted him to buy a jumpsuit in a very small size to wear on top, or knit it as another option.

- How are we going to eat them, you idiot? - He asked.

Mingyu tried to make one, trying to remember how he had taught him. Of course, the man didn't fail to hide what he was doing a few minutes ago to see if he was really paying attention.

He hadn't succeeded.

Not because he couldn't remember anything, but because his hands were shaking as he was about to finish.

Jihoon sighed and explained again just in case. His biscuit should have a wide smile, but Jihoon's was very light.

In the end, Mingyu's sweet sweater said "I love you, Jihoon" and Mingyu's bisque said "Me too, Mingyu" in white letters. It was Mingyu's idea because Jihoon just wanted to write "Jigyu" but he immediately decided it would be kind of boring.

— Did it have to be decorated like that? Soon they will say goodbye and rest in our bellies, — he said, folding his arms. But immediately started laughing with the other's infectious laughter.

- I love you so much, — Mingyu moved closer and wrapped his arms around his waist.

This didn't last long, because Jihoon couldn't stand the vulgar pose and literally ran away.

- Let's get to the cookies! - Was the first thing he said after breaking out of his embrace.

And of course, Mingyu didn't stay still and followed him, smiling his huge, goofy but beautiful smile.

I love you (from Mingyu)

Me too (from Jihoon)

From the translator:

A post with a visualization of the gingerbread men made for each other just below:

[zawazawanightmares]

Minnie Mouse & Nihrune

You, Minnie Mouse, are connected to Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.) Your partner doesn't mind all ages or 18+ roleplay

Minnie Mouse: Hi

Minnie Mouse: *!

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Hello."

Minnie Mouse: How are you? You look like you're, uh, cold?

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "I'm alright, no need to worry about me, I'm an ice dragon, cold is how we like it. What about you, little mouse?"

Minnie Mouse: I'm fine, Mister Dragon! I've got my warm coat on!

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): The dragon nods. "Is a very nice coat, you and your family must be quite well off."

Minnie Mouse: "Ah, I live with my boyfriend, Mickey. We're middle-class but we go on a lot of adventures!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Mickey? The famous mouse? Your adventures must be legendary. "

Minnie Mouse: "I suppose! We do get around!" Minnie giggled. "It's like something always happens wherever we go."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): The dragon sits, then lays down so they are both at each other's head-height. "I'd love to hear about some of your exploits.'

Minnie Mouse: "Where do you want to start? Hmm...I think you would love the story about Mickey fighting the giant!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "That sounds like the perfect place to begin."

Minnie Mouse: "Well, during this time, Mickey was working as a tailor. And one day, he killed seven flies! But then people thought he was a giant slayer. So they sent him after the biggest giant in the land to collect his head..."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "From flies to giants. There seem to be a few orders of magnitude missing between those, but, it appears he succeeded his quest regardless!"

Minnie Mouse: "Hmm...sort of. He made the giant trip by tying it up with thread and making it fall. Now his breath powers a windmill!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Quite resourceful, your boyfriend is, I must say."

Minnie Mouse: "That's right! He was so brave, I covered him in kisses! It was one of the times I was serving as royalty...which happens a lot, actually."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "You're a queen? I had no idea." Nihrune attempts a draconian bow

Minnie Mouse: "I was a princess then...but I'm a queen now! I rule over Disney Castle with Mickey when we fight the Heartless!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Congratulations on your promotion! Ah, wait... that usually happens when the original king and queen- er, uh... also condolences? Condol...ulations? Sorry the was silly.'

Minnie Mouse: "It's fine! It was their time...plus, we have a whole world to ourselves now. It's so cool!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "An entire world? You and Mickey are quite lucky to have a world of such loyal subjects."

Minnie Mouse: "We are! From our Court Mage Donald to the leader of our Royal Guard, Goofy! We have the best subjects in the universe!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "I've heard of these heroes, it's hard to believe you know them all so personally. I'm almost jealous."

Minnie Mouse: "Oh, I'm luckier than most, I suppose! I'm glad to live in such interesting times!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "I hope this doesn't come off as rude, but, what do you do while Mickey and the others are off adventuring? Mickey is a multiverse-renowned hero, but, I rarely hear of you. I can't imagine Mickey would leave his girlfriend out of the glory without reason."

Minnie Mouse: "I mostly see to the kingdom, take care of the paperwork, keep up the magical barriers that keep the Heartless at bay...oh, and I play Mario Party with Daisy!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Mario party? So in your universe that universe is a game, interesting. Wait, daisy? The princess from Mario?" Nihrune's head tilts curiously

Minnie Mouse: Minnie shook her head. "Daisy Duck! She's the kingdom's duchess."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Daisy Duck? Is she perhaps married to Donald?"

Minnie Mouse: "They're dating but he hasn't popped the question yet. It's starting to make her a bit annoyed..."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "If he waits forever someone else might scoop her up." Nihrune sighs in disappointment at the absent heri.

Minnie Mouse: "That's what everyone tells him! But he's so gun-shy for some reason..."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "I guess fighting monsters is easier than loving someone. .......I relate."

Minnie Mouse: "Do you have someone you like like that? Maybe someone not here?"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "I... used to. Someone else scooped her up while I was busy trying to decide what I wanted."

Minnie Mouse: "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that...I know Mickey fought like a lion to keep me from Mortimer."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Mickey knows how to take care of those he cares for. You're a lucky mouse." Nihrune's scales turn a pale yellow, then fade back to blue. "Who is mortimer?"

Minnie Mouse: "Oh, this tall rapscallion who acts like he's entitled to everything he likes. He can be superficially charming though...but Mickey would always snap me out of it."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): Nihrune lifts a brow, then laughs faintly. "He really wasn't about to let you go, was he?"

Minnie Mouse: "Mickey has already been crazy about me and I've been the same about him! It's been that way since the barnyard musicals...but not since the plane."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Barnyard musicals? Plane? This sounds like another interesting story."

Minnie Mouse: "They're really not. Just old short stories...but I value my time with Mickey in every way!"

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): Nihrune chuckles again and stands upright, looking down at the little mouse. "He's a lucky mouse to have you."

Minnie Mouse: "Thanks! I think I'm lucky to have him though."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Lucky to have each other, really."

Minnie Mouse: "That's what it feels like!" Minnie smiled warmly.

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): Nihrune's scales shift slightly from blue to white when Minnie smiles, her good mood quite infecrious.

Minnie Mouse: "I like you, Mister Dragon! You know all about me but I don't know your name! May I ask?" Minnie inquired.

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): "Oh how rude of me! I am Nihrune. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Minnie Mouse: "Pleased to make yours! I hope we can be friends for a long time, Nihrune."

Nihrune (Irritable, Ice Dragon, Color-shifting scales(Blue currently), Blue eyes.): Nihrune's mostly stoic face lifts slightly into a calm smile. "As do I, queen Minnie."

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