#one piece 745

[ashedddaisy]

CUTEEEE!

Law has been officially adopted (again)

[kookoofufu]

Color Spread Graphic Tees Appreciation Post

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Two parents looking at their sons.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

hey i love your work so much!! i was wondering if you could do something where hotch gets lingerie for the reader. and the reader is like mmm no maybe not.. but hotch is like please just try it on to see if you like it?

reader is like ok, so they put it on and they are stilly kinda hesitant but when hotch sees them he is like star struck and… ya know shows them how pretty they are!! and he just praises the reader, maybe they do it in front of a mirror 🫣🫣

i think it would be cute, but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want, sorry if this is all over the place it was just a stream of consciousness!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

— pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

— summary: to aaron, buying you lingerie was an act of love, to you, it was something new.

— warnings: lingerie wearing (obviously), slight body insecurity, illusions to mirrors being used for future... unsavory acts, kissing, heavy petting, praise, heavy kissing.

— wc: 745

⋆ a/n: hello hun!! i'm so glad you like my work and sorry that this isn't as detailed as you probably would have liked. funny enough i couldn't find space to fit actual smut in there, but never fear! it is still as equally spicy and fun!

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“What the fuck is that?”

Aaron held up a piece of lingerie that looked more like pieces of string and lace were sewn together than any actual cloth.

“Lingerie, honey.” He said with a deep chuckle. “And you want me to wear… that?” You questioned in disbelief. “That would be ideal, yes.”

There was a wince on your face as you continued to stare at the dark red thing. “Yeah… no. Absolutely not.” You crossed your arms. “Sweetheart, you don't even know if you won't like it.”

“No, I know I don't like it. How about you just see me naked?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I would like it very much if you were to try it on.”

Your eyes flickered from his to the bundle of lace.

Now, it wouldn't be fair to say no, because Aaron has indulged in many of your fantasies over the years, and he barely asks for anything, as well as always focuses on your pleasure. If you said no he'd drop the conversation entirely, he was never one to pressure.

You could see it in the burning of his irises that he wanted to see you in the lingerie, and he would never steer you wrong and pick something ugly. Oh God, just thinking about him going into a place like Victoria's Secret made your cheeks heat up.

With one final glance you sighed, sticking out your hand. “Fine, but I'm doing this just because I love you and… because I want to.”

He walked up and handed you it, pulling you into his side to give you a kiss on your head. “Thank you.” You just hummed before disappearing into the bathroom.

Oh you looked like a fucking clown.

You knew this would be no good. This was not flattering at all, at least in your eyes. You cringed, tugging at the straps that dug into your arms uncomfortably. You had never felt so… unsure sexually before.

“Aaron, I look ridiculous.”

“I'm sure you look great.”

“Did this thing not come with a robe?” You couldn't help but ask, because the outfit felt like it was missing something.

“It did.”

“And where might it be?”

“With me.”

“You're such a bastard.” You mumbled to yourself.

You took a deep breath to ease your nerves.

“Alright, I'm coming out, but if you laugh at me, I'm going to kill you.”

“In what world would I laugh at you?” He was right, you were being nervous and irrational and — God, you've never done this before. Was it hot in here? Were you sweating?

Stepping out of the bathroom was one thing, but Aaron staring at you speechless was a whole other can of worms.

You shifted anxiously in your spot as he approached you, his large hand cupping your cheek. His calloused thumb rubbed the hot skin of it softly.

“You look breathtaking.” His voice was strained. The other hand that wasn't cradling your face landed on your naked hip. He squeezed the fat of it, a light shiver shooting up his back at the feeling of the fat spilling through his fingers.

Your body thrums with excitement, your last hesitation slowly melting off of you.

“You think so?” You ask shyly. “I know so.” Aaron confirms with that warm, comforting voice of his. He connects your lips together and a light, surprised gasp exits your mouth. Your hands shoot-out to hold his strong biceps.

His lips molded themselves firmly onto yours, tongue exploring your mouth with desperate fervor. It was like he was trying to consume you, and a new type of fire burned in his veins. It was a rabid kind of need that threatened every part of him that was a gentleman.

You pushed away from him to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your eyes fall on the mirror hanging on the well next to where you guys are standing and you groan.

“Ugh, Aaron…” You whine in embarrassment, burying your head into his hard chest. “Don’t be ashamed of yourself, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.” You groan in embarrassment. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Because I mean it. I love all of you.”

“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you, Hotchner?”

“As much as I like sweet talking you, I like having you in my bed more.” He locked your lips again, nosy hands massaging and gripping at the chub exposed by the two-piece.

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A Year in Moments [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Photo Credit: Pinterest/Tumblr

Format: Social Media

Summary: 2026 in little moments

Previous Part → Next Part Mini Verstappen Masterlist

danielricciardo

Liked by ynverstappen and 386,457 others

tagged: maxverstappen1 & ynverstappen

danielricciardo Apparently I crashed date night. Sorry for being the third wheel guys.

ynverstappen Third wheel? What are you talking about?

maxverstappen1 danielricciardo You were flirting with my wife just as much as I was. ynverstappen He was flirting with me only when he wasn't flirting with you. danielricciardo Have you seem Max?? Why wouldn’t I flirt with him? ynverstappen True, he's something that needs to be cherished. danielricciardo I love that we're fighting over Max. How you feel about that mate? maxverstappen1 Pretty good! Please do continue... or you know save it for when you are next at the house.

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fan85 Wait, does this mean that Y/N knows about Maxiel? The Verstappens and Daniel?!

fan61 I thought we all made a gentlemen’s (fangirl’s) agreement not to bring up Maxiel on IG.

fan23 Does Daniel get invited out to dinner with Max and Y/N often?

fan38 There has to be more to this story!

February 10, 2026

ynverstappen

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ynverstappen Things can get crazy when it's just us

sebastianvettel Please bring back my wife in one piece.

alex_albon Should I be concerned that my flat is going to be a mess when I get home?

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fan18 When all the F1 WAGs have dinner together!

fan67 How do you get an invite to this dinner? Asking for a friend.

fan39 Become a WAG. How else?

fan49 Is no one going to talk about the fact that all of the WAGs are having dinner together just after Mother’s Day??

May 28, 2026

ynverstappen 📍Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps

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ynverstappen Our weekend in Spa

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fan95 Nico looks just like Max

fan76 Has anyone ever met Y/N at a race?

fan45 I met her last year at Silverstone. She was super nice, even offered to take my picture with Lando who was walking with her and Nico.

fan63 I feel like Nico is just the sweetest kid.

fan56 Can confirm. Aside from Y/N, Nico just wanted to spend the day with his dad and his little brother when I saw them earlier today.

fan44 Wondering why Y/N hasn't posted any pictures of Nikita given that he was at Spa?

fan60 I don't think it's strange for Y/N not to post any pictures of Nikita given that he's only 9 months old. Y/N wasn't even sitting in the garage like she normally does on race day. It's probably too loud for his little ears.

August 2, 2026

ynverstappen

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ynverstappen Best view in The Maldives

danielricciardo I taught this man how to thirst trap!

ynverstappen You did, I've never been more grateful!

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fan23 I love that they've become the couple that just drops thirst traps of one another

fan74 Y/N is feeding us all of the good content

fan86 Is that baby Nikita with Max in the last photo?

August 27, 2026

ynverstappen

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ynverstappen Happy Birthday to my awesome sister-in-law. Between the lunch dates, retail therapy, and picking on the man that I love. I wouldn't be able to survive family vacations without you.

📸: sophiekumpen

lilymhe The perfect sister-in-law duo

ynverstappen You know it babe

fan67 Lily is in Y/N's comments! OMG

fan23 When Y/N's photos are giving off S and B vibes

October 21, 2026

maxverstappen1 and ynverstappen

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maxverstappen1 I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.

📸 : lilymhe

georgerussell63 The actual physical embodiment of these characters

danielricciardo You've never looked better mate

landonorris Did you dye your hair? Brave man

maxverstappen1 Not hair dye, it's like spray I think?

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fan73 They already give off this energy 😍😍

fan59 Mom and Dad

fan84 She really is everything, and he worships her.

October 31, 2026

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[pupkashi]

clean linen

satoru’s second favorite scent is your washing detergent

a/n: hi hi ! another piece of reader pampering gojo ?? who would’ve guessed :o can u tell the hidden inventory arc is making me wish i could jump thru the screen give him a big hug ,, anyway inspired from this prompt list, hope u guys enjoy :3

wordcount: 745

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satoru never has the time to do things for himself, always busy running around. he finds himself surviving off catnaps around campus, usually awoken by an angry yaga or an annoyed megumi. both of which ask him the same question, ‘aren’t you supposed to be teaching?’

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he finds the joy in having a home. the feeling of peace after you finish sweeping and mopping, the fresh scent of the wall plug in filling his nose that makes him melt into the newly fluffed pillows on the couch.

he finds cleaning days with you cathartic, with each sweep he feels his problems also leaving alongside the dirt and debris. there’s a smile on his face as he unloads the dishwasher, a mix of the loud music on the speakers echoing in his ears alongside your singing. he feels like just satoru, and for a moment as you both sigh happily at the clean state of your home, he feels like it’s only you and him in the world.

so when he comes from a particularly exhausting mission, and hears your singing coming from inside, there’s a small smile on his face.

“honey I’m hooome!” he sing songs, grinning widely when your eyes land on him with sparkling eyes.

“toru!” you call out, wasting no time in wrapping your arms around him, kissing his face and then finally his lips, “how was the mission?” you ask, offering him some of the dinner you’d made a while ago.

“exhausting” he mumbles, flopping onto the couch as you heat up his food. he’s about to drift to sleep when he hears you saying his foods ready, getting up reluctantly before he scarfs his food down.

by the time he’s showered and changed into some shorts he’s ready to sleep, already slipping under the covers. you’re fixing a couple things around the bedroom, things you’d moved when you dusted earlier.

satoru’s nose is flooded by the scent of your laundry detergent, a scent he’s grown to love and feel comforted by.

“d’you just wash these sheets?” he mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow he was laying on. you nod with a smile, speaking up in case his eyes were closed, “i did.”

“they smell nice, and they’re still warm” you could hear the smile in his words, watching as he curled into himself, getting cozier by the second as he nuzzled into the pillow. “you comin’ to bed yet?” his tired words aren’t very loud, but you manage to hear him.

“gonna shower first,” satoru pouts at your response, telling you to hurry so he can finally hold his favorite person in the world.

in your defense you did try to hurry, managing to take the fastest shower in your life and tiptoe back into your bedroom. but satoru was already asleep when you returned.

his chest was falling and rising, the softest snores leaving his lips and hair already sticking every which way. he was hugging a stuffed animal close to his chest, one that he’d won you at an arcade almost a year back.

as quietly as you could, you slipped into bed next to your exhausted lover, gently whispering a ‘goodnight.’ you can’t help but stare at him, a smile on your face as you take in his features.

“you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna kiss me?” he mumbles, one of his eyes opening slightly, a lopsided smile on his sleepy face.

“shut up and c’mere” you giggle, opening your arms. satoru is quick to ditch the plushy, already wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in deeply.

“missed you,” his voice is soft and you find yourself melting at the two words. your hand is running through his hair and you kiss his forehead softly.

“missed you too, angel boy” you reply, voice just as filled with affection as his. "now go to sleep, you look exhausted" you smile, brushing his hair away from his face once more before you kiss his nose.

satoru tries to fight back, but all he can muster is a small "nu uh" before his eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and your touch is too relaxing to resist.

the comfort of your warmth and the smell of the freshly washed sheets is enough to make his heart tighten in the best way possible.

he feels at home.

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Hi! are your request open? If so would you be willing to branch out to other anime or games to write about for x reader stories? Also do you have a masterlist? I would love to read both of your guys other work :D One story i would like to request if its ok is a "Kirishima x reader" from MHA, if not would it be ok for a small "Josuke x reader" from Jojo!

Hello! 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 here, me and 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒 are ecstatic that you all find our work enjoyable! Naturally, we welcome requests. As for the masterlist, we do not currently have one, but we are working on one for you all, so please keep an eye out! Relax, we'd be happy to write both! If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"

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Unspoken Support

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening air was cool as it drifted through the slightly ajar window, carrying with it the faint sounds of life from the U.A. High campus. The dorms were alive with the chatter and laughter of students, but within the walls of room 1-H, a serene quietude prevailed, broken only by the occasional click of a component being set into place or the soft hum of a machine powering on.

My focus was absolute, my hands steady as I worked on the latest addition to my arsenal of support gadgets. The device, when completed, would be a testament to the power of my quirk, Echo Pulse, enhancing its range and clarity to new heights. It was more than just a project; it was a piece of me, an echo of my own determination and will.

I was in the middle of calibrating a new device when a knock echoed through my room. “It’s open,” I called out, not lifting my gaze from the intricate circuitry sprawled before me.

The door swung open, and Eijiro Kirishima stepped in, his presence immediately filling the room with an infectious energy. “Hey, (Y/N)! Still working on that new gadget?” he asked, his eyes scanning the myriad of components scattered across my desk. ”Are you working hard or hardly working?” he joked.

I couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “A bit of both, I suppose,” I replied, setting aside my tools.  “It’s almost done. Just a few more adjustments.”

Kirishima approached, his curiosity piqued. “What does this one do?” he inquired, pointing to the device I was just working on.

“It’s an enhancement for my quirk. It amplifies the Echo Pulse so I can detect things further away and with more detail,” I explained, my hands never ceasing their movement.

“That’s awesome! You’re always coming up with cool stuff,” he praised, his admiration genuine.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his words. Kirishima had that effect on people, his unyielding positivity and encouragement were just part of who he was. “Thanks, Kirishima. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, finally looking up to meet his gaze.

“So, what brings you here, Kirishima?” 

He grinned, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I brought you something,” he said, revealing a basket filled with snacks. “I know you skip meals when you’re in the zone.”

I laughed, accepting the basket. “You’re too good to me, Kirishima. How did you even know I like these?” I was touched by his gesture, the care he had taken to gather everything I loved. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his face. “I may have asked around,” he admitted.

We sat cross-legged on the floor, the basket between us, and began to indulge in the snacks. Between bites, our conversation flowed effortlessly, from the mundane to the profound. Kirishima spoke of his latest training with Bakugo, his words painting a vivid picture of their intense sessions.

“And then he said, ‘That’s not enough to break my unbreakable spirit!’ Can you believe that?” Kirishima recounted, his laughter echoing in the room.

A sudden burst of laughter from me cut him off, and he joined in, his own laughter deep and contagious. “Only Bakugo could come up with something like that,” I said, shaking my head in amusement. In that moment, surrounded by the fading light and the echo of our joy, I realized how much I cherished these simple exchanges, these quiet moments of connection.

As the evening wore on, we continued to talk, the basket slowly emptying. When Kirishima finally stood to leave, I handed him a box I had prepared, filled with his favorite protein bars.

“For all the times you’ve looked out for me,” I said, my heart swelling with gratitude.

He accepted the box with a wide smile, his eyes softening. “We’ve got each other’s backs, (Y/N). That’s what friends are for,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.

As he departed, I sat back against my bed, the remnants of our shared snacks a testament to the bond we had forged. In the quiet of my room, I realized that it was these moments, these echoes of friendship and support, that truly made us heroes in the making.

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🌙 Moon's Encanto Fics: A Master List! 🐀

Hello~ Here are all my fics in one place! They're rated G unless otherwise noted. Content warnings and potential triggers are marked in this post and on AO3. Last updated: February 26, 2024

Have a chibi chubby Bruno:

"VIVA LA PANCITA DE BRUNO" SERIES

Bruno heals, gaining a soft belly in the process (see above). 😌 This is my main series of fics. Set after the events of the film.

⏳ "Pancita" on AO3 & Tumblr

In which a year passes, and Julieta notices that her and the family's efforts to get a malnourished Bruno healthy again have finally paid off.

fluff/angst; Bruno and Julieta centric, with Pepa and the family

3,175 words; complete

content warnings: references to malnutrition/starvation and associated issues

⏳ "The 'Pancita' Interludes" on AO3 & Tumblr

A collection of one-shots (there's only one so far lol) that take place during "Pancita” and chronicle Bruno’s recovery process and reunion with his family. AKA, the middle section of “Pancita” that I hadn’t planned on fleshing out, but here we are!

mild hurt/comfort; Bruno and Julieta centric (so far)

805 words; ongoing

content warnings: stomach aches, indigestion, mention of past malnutrition

⏳ "Tangible Proofs" on AO3 & Tumblr

Bruno comes to terms with the weight he's recovered. (Companion piece/prequel to "Comfortable Truths")

mostly fluff; it's a self-acceptance piece

660 words; complete

content warnings: mention of past malnutrition/starvation; Bruno is taking stock of his body (belly) but in an Affirming way

⏳ "Comfortable Truths" on AO3 & Tumblr

Healthy physical changes are afoot for Bruno Madrigal. But what does he think of them? A follow-up to "Pancita."

mostly fluff; another self-acceptance piece

570 words; complete

content warnings: mention of past malnutrition/starvation

⏳ "Duerme bien" on AO3 & Tumblr

Listen to the six-year-old. Antonio has the only correct idea. Or: Someone on Tumblr requested a sleep pile with Bruno and his niblings. This is the result. 🥹

fluff, featuring Bruno and his chaotic niblings

1,160 words; complete

content warnings: none!

⏳ "Juntos en las costuras" on AO3 & Tumblr

The one where Bruno is given a gift.

fluff; Bruno centric, the rest of the family appears!

610 words; complete

content warnings: none!

⏳ "¡Bailamos!" on AO3 & Tumblr

Requested by @glitternightingale! Julieta finds herself stressed, and her sweet, goofy little brother is there for her.

fluff; Julieta and Bruno centric

1,215 words; complete

content warnings: none!

WORKS WITH CHAPTERS

💚 "The Belly Shirt" on AO3 & Tumblr NEW!

The tale of an old ugly shirt (The Shirt, in fact), once lost and now found, and how it fits (but not really) a healthier Bruno Madrigal… to his sisters' great amusement and joy. Written with Ash (@empty-cryptid)! No content warnings. Just sibling fluff.

"Part One" - written by me (1,005 words)

"Part Two" - written by Ash! (990 words)

💚 "Bruno in June-o!" on AO3

Written for the @wdtajn event!

Table of contents below (links go to the respective Tumblr post):

"One Fear" - Bruno, with Antonio and Pepa; horror prompt (745 words); cw for body horror, but only really from the perspectives of the characters

"Ladino Lullaby" - Bruno, with Mateo (Dolores' son); fluff (1,035 words); cw for reference to a major character's death

✨ "Seeing, & Being Seen" on AO3

This is my main drabble/ficlet collection! No major content warnings. Status: ongoing.

Table of contents below (links go to the respective Tumblr post):

"Nothing, & Everything" - Julieta and Bruno (191 words); a quiet moment following the fall of Casita 😭

"Telling, & Time" - Bruno and Antonio (431 words); story time!

"Rise, & Fall" - Bruno and Alma (382 words); the original golden child and his relationship with his mamá

"Full Hearts, & Full Belly" - Dolores and Bruno (298 words); Bruno vs. (too) many snacks

"Good, & True" - Bruno and Julieta (164 words); there's home, and then there's home

"KUGGIS, & FESTLIGT" see below

"Water, & Sand" - Bruno (158 words); angst and arena movediza

"El Ratón, & la pancita" - Bruno and Antonio (280 words); pancita-plushie!

"Lost, & Restored" - Bruno and Julieta (215 words); hug a sister

"Gained, & Denied" - Bruno and Paquito the rat (78 words); rats are judgmental af

"Spiders, & Butterflies" - the Madrigals and Peter Parker (427 words); Peter meets the Madrigals

"Apples, & Honey" - Bruno and Antonio (606 words); a sweet new year and a Rosh Hashanah tradition

"Softness, & Strength" - Luisa and Bruno (217 words); Luisa likes that the weight makes her tío more substantial

"Leftovers, & Love" - Bruno and Julieta (125 words); love is stored in the belly

"Small, & Shaped" - Bruno and Julieta (242 words); smol bean-shaped bean

✨ "Uno, dos, tres" on AO3

A collection of three-sentence, AU fics based on prompts I received from Tumblr! Status: ???.

Table of contents below (links go to the respective Tumblr post).

You can also check the tag #three sentence fics. Some of these are accompanied by artwork from @junosaccount 🥺

Camilo and Isabela, Superhero AU

Julieta and Pepa, Modern AU (1)

Julieta and Agustín, Modern AU

Antonio and Félix, Canon-Compliant

Bruno and Pepa, Bakery AU (bg Bruno x male OC)

Isabela and Dolores, Hogwarts AU

Bruno and Alma, Canon-Divergent (1)

Agustín and Dolores, Modern AU

Julieta and Pepa, Modern AU (2)

Bruno and Alma, Canon-Divergent (2)

Dolores and Isabela, Future Fic (feat. baby Felicidad!)

Camilo and Mirabel, Canon-Compliant

Luisa and Isabela, Actor AU

Camilo and Bruno, Canon-Compliant

Antonio and Camilo, Canon-Compliant

Pepa and Julieta, Celebrity AU

Bruno and Luisa, Canon-Compliant

Camilo and Julieta, Canon-Compliant

Camilo and Antonio, Spider-Man AU

Camilo and Antonio, Future Fic

Mirabel and Camilo, Actor AU

Dolores and Isabela, Canon-Compliant (cw: menstruation)

Mirabel (and the Family), Werewolf AU

Isabela and Camilo, Princess AU

Luisa and Bruno, Gift Swap AU

Félix and Bruno, Modern AU

The Triplets, Modern AU

🍞 "Insaciable" on AO3

Bruno x male OC. Emilio Castaño, who belongs to @seanettlles, is a baker and Encanto resident who loves Bruno Madrigal and wants him to be healthy and happy. Also, Bruno loves Emilio, and together they make the softest couple. Bruno is chubby in all of these. Status: ongoing?

Table of contents below (links go to the respective Tumblr post):

"Whatever You Knead" - Bruno and Emilo making out; rated teen (195 words)

The Reverse "Shovel Talk" - Julieta would like to speak with Emilio about his intentions; three-sentence fic

Mermaid AU (1) and (2) - (1) getting together and (2) being soft boyfriends; three-sentence fics

ONE-SHOTS

🐝 "I'm Sew Taken With You" on AO3 & Tumblr

Agustín's made Julieta a present, but because he's Agustín, he sustained some injuries along the way… Pre-canon fic!

fluff, romance; teen!Agustín x teen!Julieta

1,125 words; complete

content warnings: mild injuries because Agustín

🫓 "KUGGIS and FESTLIGT" on AO3 & Tumblr

Requested by @glitternightingale! What do you get when you cross a trip to IKEA in Bogotá, a BabyBjörn, a good Tío Bruno, a babbly baby Mirabel, and a purposeful Julieta?

modern AU fluff/slice of life; Julieta, Bruno, and baby Mirabel

1,005 words; complete

content warnings: none, except for my dubious memory of IKEA store layouts ;;;

🌺 "¡Feliz cumpleaños, Isabela!" on AO3 & Tumblr

Just a little ficlet I wrote for Isabela's birthday, featuring the two former "golden children": Isa herself and her Tío Bruno.

fluff/slice of life

285 words; complete

content warnings: none!

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The Madrigals celebrate the Jewish holiday of Sukkot for the first time after discovering that they are descended from conversos (Spanish Jews who were forced to convert to Christianity beginning in the Middle Ages). Encanto Big Bang fic.

Jewish Madrigals fluff/slice of life; triplet-centric ensemble piece!

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Listen Kat, my love, it took me forever to pick a song but I feel like I finally have a good song choice. SOOOOO. I want Sure Thing(idk who sings this tbh) because I love what the lyrics imply. There will be the specific lyrics at the end of this.

I would like pretty much a fluff piece(a little angst if you want) obviously with LEVI love of my life. CanonAU please! Pre-Established relationship. Basically where we say I love you for the first time because I can’t think of anything else that goes with the song(if you have a better idea than go for it cause my brain sucks, as long as it’s pre-established because for some reason I love that)

Thankyou and I love you so so much ❤️🥰

HI LOVE I'M SRY I'VE BEEN SHIT AT CHATTING DJKFSLKDJF 🥹💕

i hope this is somewhat along the lines of what you're looking for :3

Have Faith | 1k Follower Event

✧ word count ➼ 745 ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, hurt/comfort, established relationship, levi being comforting in his levi way

You weren't acting like yourself. Although you could hardly be described as someone that was unrealistically positive or "bubbly" all the time, seeing you silent, pensive, and dismissive for multiple days in a row was strange. You couldn't even describe it yourself.

Deep down, you knew why you were upset. It was the night before Levi had to leave for a dangerous expedition. This wasn't the first time that you've watched him leave. However, this was the first time since you started dating.

You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you quickly found yourself getting attached and legitimately caring about the man. Thus, when you realized that the next expedition was rapidly approaching, you found yourself shutting down.

"What's going on with you?" Levi asked.

He had noticed that you've been dismissive and disengaged and to be quite frank—it pissed him off. If he wasn't leaving in a few hours, he'd be willing to spend more time to figure out what was going on in your head, but he didn't have that time right now.

"_____, can we please not fight the night before an expedition?"

Upon hearing that, you finally made eye contact with him again for a few seconds before looking down once more.

"I'm sorry, Levi," you said quietly. "Just seeing you and knowing that you're going on a dangerous mission tomorrow makes me so anxious that I feel like I'm going to puke."

His look softened, but he slightly tilted his head in confusion as he slowly approached you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, speaking quietly as he looked down at you.

"What's going on with you?" he repeated. "We've done plenty of these before."

You looked up into his eyes, feeling your heartbeat hasten. You weren't sure if it was from the anxiety or from how close he was holding you.

"I just can't bear the thought of losing you," you said quietly. "Ever since we got together, every time the doors open and I see more and more Scouts that have lost their lives, I'm terrified that I'll see you in one of the carriages instead of riding on one of the horses."

You looked down, gripping at his arm in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Or that I won't see you at all."

You heard Levi take a deep breath after listening to you. He held you so close that you could feel his pulse against yours.

"_____, I-"

"I love you too much to be able to let you go," you said, interrupting whatever it was he was planning on saying.

As soon as you said that, you felt your face heat up. You felt him tense as well. It was your first time telling him that you loved him. It was true and you both knew it, but it was your first time vocalizing it, which dramatically increased the intensity of the meaning behind the word.

Levi gently placed his hand on your chin, lifting up your gaze as he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

"Have faith that we'll both make it home," he whispered to you. "No matter how bad it gets out there."

You gently returned the kiss, taking in a shaky inhale as he pulled you into a hug and you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"Do you have faith?" you asked.

"I do," he responded without hesitation, immediately interlacing his fingers with yours.

You took a deep breath.

"Okay," you finally responded. "I'll have faith."

You squeezed at his hand as you let yourself fall into his embrace, burying your face into his shoulder. You wanted to hold on to this feeling of being on him for as long as you could—but you knew you had limited time.

"...I guess you should go get ready now, right?" you said quietly.

You felt him nod against you and you took the message, beginning to pull away.

His grip on your waist tightened, not letting you fully pull away.

"I love you, too," he whispered into your ear before finally pulling away, shooting you a slight smile as he turned away to head back towards his office.

Your lips parted to speak again, but you couldn't get anything to come out as he walked into and shut the door behind him. All you could do from that point was to have faith that you would see him again when he returned.

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[fiddler-sticks]

Kwik Trip Trip (745 words) by fiddlersticks Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lloyd Garmadon & Morro Characters: Lloyd Garmadon, Morro (Ninjago) Additional Tags: green cousins, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Rated T for swearing, lloyd has a candy addiction, and he needs to feed that addiction, no beta we die like sensei g Summary: Lloyd gets candy cravings at 3AM and drags his very gracious and understanding cousin along with him

“Remind me again why you woke me up at 3AM to go with you to Kwik Trip?”

“I want candy and I ate the rest of my stash this morning.”

“I know that. I just wanted to know why the method of waking me up you chose was flicking cold water on my face. You could’ve just shaken me.”

“Awww, but where’s the fun in that?”

“You little-”

Of all the things Morro could be doing at 3AM on a random Sunday, walking to Kwik Trip was somewhere near the bottom of his list. Number 1 was sleeping.

“What if someone notices us and calls the cops? We look pretty suspicious,” he said.

“We’re literally the ninja, we can just tell them we were on a mission. And when did you become so paranoid?” Lloyd asked.

“Since my baby cousin thought it was okay to wake me up in the middle of the night on the weekend and drag me to the gas station to replenish his candy stash. You could’ve just done this in the morning.”

“I’m not a baby! And I want candy now, my cravings can’t wait ‘til the morning.”

“You’re younger than me and have a candy addiction, you’re a baby,” Morro stated.

“Ugh, whatever. We’re here. Do you want anything? I’ll buy, since you so graciously came with me of your own free will.”

“Shut up.”

“Guess you don’t want anything then,” Lloyd said, and started walking away.

“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t want anything!”

“Okay, well go pick something out then.”

Morro looked around. Energy drinks were out of the question, since he wanted to be able to make the most of the night after their little outing was over. He could get something from the hot spot, but he wasn’t really that hungry. Then, his eyes locked onto something.

Perfect.

He made a beeline over to the smoothie machine, and pulled out the largest cup. Might as well, since Lloyd said he’d pay. There was a piece of paper taped to the screen of the machine, but Morro paid it no mind and tore it off so he could see the whole screen. It was kind of glitchy, but it still worked. He made his choice, stuck his cup in the slot, and walked away. He wanted chips.

Lloyd was picking out his candy when he heard the smoothie machine start. Typical of Morro. He always got a smoothie or slushie everywhere they went. He was pretty much done raiding the candy section, so he started over to watch the machine make the smoothie. Those things were entertaining to watch.

Morro was contemplating which chips he should get when he heard it. An explosion sound, and then the sound of liquid splattering, all coming from the drinks station. “Shit,” he muttered, and jogged over to the source of the sound. And boy was it a sight to see.

Before him stood a smoking smoothie machine, and what looked to be Lloyd, all covered in fruit syrup, chocolate syrup, milk, ice chips, and whatever else was previously in the machine. Morro burst out laughing.

“Seriously?” Lloyd said, not looking happy at all.

Morro was in tears and practically on the ground laughing. “You- You!”

“Yeah, me. What the fuck did you do to this thing?!”

“I-,” Morro wiped the tears from his eyes. “I just pressed the buttons and put my cup in the slot. I’ve done it dozens of times!”

“Yeah, well apparently you didn’t see the huge ‘Out of Order’ sign taped to the machine.”

“Oh, that’s what that said? Oops.”

“Oops? Is that all you have to say?!”

“Yeah?”

“FSM, why do I take you anywhere?”

“Uh, you were the one who dragged me out of bed because you didn’t want to come by yourself,” Morro said.

Lloyd scoffed, and dug in his pocket. “Here, take my wallet and pay for the stuff and let’s get out of here.” He handed Morro his wallet and shopping basket full of candy.

“FSM, how much candy do you need?!” Morro exclaimed when he felt the weight of the basket.

“Hey, I’m replenishing my stash! I told you on the way here that I ate it all up. Now go and pay for the stuff so that I can go take a shower.”

Morro snorted. “I think it’ll take at least three to get that stuff out of your hair.”

Lloyd glared at him.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!”

A/N: Kinda unsatisfied with the ending, but it's now actually 3am and I'm tired and lost my momentum. Might update this later with a little epilogue thingy

[daemour]

Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!Reader (but not really romantic lol)

Genre: Fluff, non-idol au

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

Summary: A late night photo inspiration leads to something more.

an a new, long awaited tipsy drabbles!! this is actually my second draft because the fist one would have been far too long and not taken me 2.5 hours lmao

optional pt 2

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It’s not recommended to walk in Manhattan at night. But when have you ever had safe, good ideas? As a self-proclaimed photographer, some things you must sacrifice for the perfect shot, and safety is one of them. (And not following that advice is also something you should ponder.)

The city's lights were just so brilliant tonight,and paired with the strawberry supermoon, you couldn’t help yourself.

You find yourself in a park, getting a gorgeous shot when a voice interrupts your artistic journey. “I guess we’re after the same thing, huh?”

You spin around, and a young man with grey hair smiles at you. He’s skinny and petite, and yet his smile draws you in and gives you a sense of fire in his heart. It’s only after a moment do you notice the Fujifilm in his hands.

“Maybe we are,” you offer him a small smile, clearly hoping he would leave you and your socially awkward ass alone, but he doesn’t seem to get the hint.

He nods at the camera clutched in your hands. “Mind if I take a look?”

Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. You’ve never really shown your work to others outside of your family and friends—you aren’t truly a professional, not like he seems to be.

As if sensing your hesitation, the man whose name you still haen’t got smiles reassuringly. “No pressure of course. Sometimes it really can feel like bearing your soul to someone.”

The complete and utter understanding in his voice does the exact opposite of what it was meant to accomplish, and you get a bust of confidence. “Here,” you say, offering out your old and worn camera. The stranger is surprised but takes it with a warm smile and a small ‘thank you,’ suddenly seeming less intimidating and more…human.

There is a moment of silence as he clicks through some of your pictures. “These are really good,” he says, looking up at you and you avoid eye contact, instead focusing on the streetlamp over his head. “You’re very talented and have an eye for composition.”

“Ah, it’s nothing special, I didn’t draw inspirationg from my–” you start to mutter, but he holds up a hand to stop you in the middle of your sentence.

When he finally is able to meet your eyes, it feels like you’re rooted to the ground and yet sinking into his gaze at the same time. “Don’t say that,” he says quietly but with such intensity that you wince. “Although it’s often said that the best art comes from one’s experiences, that’s not always the case. Even the most casual pieces hold just as much integrity as the more soulful ones. It’s clear you did your best, and that’s what matters.”

There is so much sincerity in his voice that you can’t help but look away. It’s not often you get a thought-out opinion on your work, and hearing it come from a stranger just makes those words mean even more.

“Thank you.” You almost whisper your words of gratitude but the man takes no offence, instead returning your camera with a smile. When you put it back into its bag and sling the strap around your shoulder, he raises an eyebrow.

“Done then?” You nod, and he fumbles in his pocket before pulling out a business card and handing it to you. “I know it may seem like a scam, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I actually run a studio and I would love for you to come in and chat more. Have a good night.”

And just like that, he walks away and is gone before you can even blink. It’s too dark to look at the card, even under the flickering streetlamp, so you put it in your pocket and it weighs heavily until you reach your modest apartment.

It’s only then you pull it out and look at the name on the sleek, silver card. Kim Hongjoong. A quick google search later and you almost drop the card to the floor. You just had a three am conversation with a world-renowned photographer.

Almost a week passes before you have the courage to dial the number and it rings for such a long time that you think he may have forgotten when a click is finally heard. “H-hello?” you practically whisper out and there is such a long silence that you think he’s hung up when–

“City girl.”

[greymoonfeelings]

How about “I thought that you said that you’d passed your test.” “No, I said I could drive, I never said how well.” with Eddie Munson? 💖

Thanks Vee!! Idk how good this is but I had fun writing it. This is for all the homie who drive like animals but still managed to get their license 🍻

Bad Driver

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!reader

word count: 745

summary: Eddie experiences your driving for the first time.

warnings: none! (except way too many commas)

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Eddie had heard stories about your time learning how to drive. How you once drove into a brick wall when you’d zoned out behind the wheel and the estimated number of curbs you’d run over hitting double digits. That’s why when his van ended up in the shop and you had offered to take over his job of driving the two of you to school, he was wary, to say the least.

However, you had convinced him after swearing that those incidents had occurred during your early days and that you passed your driver’s test, so how bad could you be? After all, Eddie himself had never experienced your driving so it wasn’t fair of him to judge from a few stories.

His agreement caused you to cheer on the other end of the phone, promising to be at his trailer at 7 to pick him up. You were excited to return the favor after a year of him driving you to and from school every day.

The next morning you greet Eddie with a kiss when he climbs into your mother’s Subaru and force him to put on his seatbelt for safety.

The drive starts smoothly, you focus on the road and only tap your fingers against the steering wheel to Eddie’s music rather than giving a full performance like you normally would, but then you start telling him about your weekend and blow through a stop sign while distracted.

No biggie, Eddie thinks, there was no one at the intersection anyways.

He decides to take over the conversation so you could direct all your attention to the road in front of you. He passes the time by explaining the new storyline he had come up with for his D&D group as you continue through Hawkins.

The car approaches a four-way intersection with lights at the town square. The light hanging on your side flashes yellow as you speed towards it. Eddie expects you to stop and wait your turn, but instead, you press down harder on the gas pedal.

He prepares to make the sign of the cross and pray to God to spare his life, something he’d never dreamed of doing before as the traffic light changes to red, but you continue to speed through the intersection, causing at least one car to honk at you.

“Ah, fuck off.” You wave casually as if you didn’t almost cause a car crash.

“Maybe you should slow down, babe. You’re hauling precious cargo.”

“Eds, I’ve seen you go 50 in a 35.”

“I was trying to get you home in time for the Grease showing.” He defends.

“And I'm trying to get us to school on time so you can actually graduate.”

All you had to do was turn into the school parking lot and then he would have safely arrived in one piece, but at the speed you were going, Eddie could see this going wrong.

Eddie desperately clutches the handle above his window, bracing himself as you take a sharp left turn sending the two of you, as well as all the loose items in the car, flying sideways. You also manage to partially run over the curb.

You laugh nervously and mutter, “I hope no one saw that.”

By the time pull into a parking space, narrowly missing someone’s brand-new corvette, Eddie is prepared to make the sign of the cross and pray to God to spare his life.

When you finally put the car in park and take the keys out of the ignition, Eddie breathes a sigh of relief.

“Fuck, I’ve never felt that close to death in my life.”

He boyfriend slumps against his seat, clutching his chest to try and steady his racing heart.

“I thought you said you passed your test!”

“No, I said I could drive, I never said how well.” You clarify while gathering the supplies that had fallen out of your backpack due to your erratic driving.

“Oh come on! Was I really that bad?”

“Yes.”

Eddie cups your shocked face, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Baby, there are so many things that you’re good at, but driving isn’t one of them.”

“You’re lucky I’m in love with you, Munson.”

“And I love you, but I am never getting in a car with you behind the wheel again.”

“Fine, but if anything happens to my Mom’s car while you’re driving it we’re dead.”

“Babe, we’d be dead if you’re the one driving it.”

[lyranova]

I humbly request another Magwen piece. 🙏

Maybe one where Eirwen is alone after losing her squad in a crowd and she gets bullied by her previous suitors for ending up with the Black Bulls. Then Magna comes to her rescue to defend her honor and Luck also jumps in because he's always down to fight. They can cheer her up afterward and make her laugh by being themselves.

Hiya Camy! Of course, and I’m so sorry this took a long time to get out, but I hope you enjoy and I hope I portrayed Eirwen well! I figure this takes place shortly after she and Magna get together and it’s before she really comes out of her shell!

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

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“ Seriously, that’s the guy you chose over us?” A snobbish man said as he pointed towards Magna. Eirwen nodded as she looked down at the ground.

Today was supposed to be a fun, celebratory day. She and the other Black Bulls were out and about, celebrating their latest successful mission. When Eirwen stepped away to find a bathroom she was cornered by her former Suitors, she tried to shout for her boyfriend Magna, but the men wouldn’t let her.

“ Geez, you really dated down didn’t you?” Another snobbish man asked as he shook his head. Eirwen swallowed a nervous lump in her throat.

“ Magna’s…Magna’s much better than you all are…so, no I didn’t date down. But,” The normally shy girl's voice became louder and more confident the more she spoke. “ If I had chosen any of you jerks instead then I really would be dating down! At least Magna knows how to treat a woman and wouldn’t be cowardly enough to pick on a girl just because she rejected them!”

“ Shut up, what do you know you spoiled brat?!” The man yelled as he pulled out his grimoire. Eirwen squeaked before closing her eyes, bracing for a spell to impact her but…it never came.

Instead she felt warm air brush against her face. Eirwen opened her eyes and saw three balls of flames shoot past her and hit the men in their sides and against their heads. Everyone turned and saw Magna standing at the end of the alley, his grimoire out and a bat made of flames slung over his shoulder.

“ Who are you calling a spoiled brat you jerks?!” Magna shouted loudly as he ran towards them, he looked over at Eirwen and the flames of anger in his eyes softened into a warm, comforting glow.

“ Hey, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He asked softly as he placed a hand on top of her head, she quickly shook her head.

“ N-No I’m fine!”

Magna nodded before looking at the guys for a moment, he would have to teach them a lesson that they would never forget for messing with Eirwen. He turned back to her and smiled.

“ Cover your eyes for just a minute,” Magna instructed softly, the woman tilted her head in confusion.

“ Why?”

“ Because Magna doesn’t want you to see just how badly we destroy these guys!” Luck said with a laugh as he appeared beside Magna, who turned to the side and glared at his friend.

“ Oh I see,” Eirwen said softly before she put her hands over her eyes. “ Just…don’t get hurt alright!”

“ Don’t worry Wenny, we won’t!” Magna said as he kissed the top of her head before he and Luck ran off towards the group of men.

After a few minutes Magna walked back over to Eirwen, spun her to the side a bit, and kissed the top of her head again.

“ You can open your eyes now Wenny, you did really great! I’m proud of you.” Magna said in a comforting tone, Eirwen opened her eyes and noticed he had spun her away from the men.

“ Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” Eirwen asked in concern as she looked her boyfriend over, Magna shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

“ Nah I’m fine, those guys were all talk.” Magna said with a laugh, Eirwen looked at the ground.

“ I’m sorry, I’m really useless…” Eirwen said softly as tears pricked the corner of her eyes, Magna quickly shook his head and wrapped his arms around her.

“ You’re not useless! You’re brave and amazing, I don’t know many people who would yell and stand up to three guys who are nearly twice their size!” Magna said as he held her close, Eirwen sniffled a bit.

“ He’s right, Eirwen! If it were him in that situation he would be crying like a baby begging for someone to rescue him!” Luck said with a laugh as Magna glared at him.

“ I would not, you lying punk!” Magna said angrily as he stepped away from Eirwen.

“ You would too! You were already near tears looking for Eirwen!” Luck said with another laugh as he began to walk away, Magna growled before grabbing Eirwen’s hand and leading her out of the alleyway.

“ You lying jerk! When I get my hands on you I swear!” Magna shouted as he chased after Luck, Eirwen couldn’t help but giggle and laugh as she watched the two bicker and argue.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[celestialsun888]

Home for the Holidays.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader

Genre: Festive Fluff!!

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Soap surprises you after saying he might not make it home for Christmas. 

★ TW: ANGST. Established relationship w/ him. Ends sweet :)

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As you pried your eyes open to stare at the blank ceiling above, you felt emptiness settle into your chest. Pulling yourself over on your side, a solemn sigh broke from your lips. A blank space and untouched pillows sit against the headboard, reminding you of your isolation.

“Johnny,” you mutter to yourself. It had been months since you’ve seen him: brief, scattered calls throughout the separation, offering little to no solace for your mind. You just wanted him to be here with you, to fill in all the empty spaces that he once occupied. Tears began to stream down your cheek and the tip of your nose, burning little drops of frustration into your pillow. 

Sniffling, you sit up as his shirt draped over you, the closest thing to having him with you. You missed his light eyes falling upon you as he would voice silly stories to you that made you laugh. His humor being one of the things you loved most about him; his thick Scottish accent adding to his amusing antics. His dark lashes fluttering as he would close his eyes tight when he laughed. The tranquil mornings when his dark brown hair scattered messily around his head as he peeked open his eyes bright and early. Gesturing a beloved smile to you as an unspoken good morning. You just wanted it all back, back to normal. 

A few days prior you had spoken with him over the phone which was brief and forward as always. His despondent tone articulating how he might not make it home to spend the holidays with you and the mission was dragging out longer than expected. You knew it came with the territory of having a partner in the special forces but it still crushed you. With the call being cut short, abrupt and hasty ‘i love you’s’ trailing off until the call was disconnected, you shed bitter and woeful tears. All you wanted was him, holding you. It didn’t matter about gifts or presents: just his presence. 

You pulled yourself out of bed as best you could, dreading to start your day. 

Merry Christmas to me. 

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The day lagged on, spiritless, as you sat with your family and friends. Mustering up little conversation, waiting for time to pass. People came and went from your home until the late evening as the final guests left your place. Cleaning up plates, leftover drinks and the wrapping paper pieces that littered your floor, finally, being thankful the day was over. You sat on your couch sipping wine lazily, the living room adorned with the festive spirit you lacked; the full moon shined in the clear dark sky through your glass balcony door. 

You check your phone. Zero missed calls. No new messages.

Surely he would have called you by now, wishing you happy holidays, saying how he missed being with you, but alas, nothing. He might be busy? Maybe tying things off with his mission? Your mind tried its best to rationalize his lack of communication. Drifting off in anxious thoughts, sleep washed over you until you heavy eyelids shut.

A firm knock at the door alerted you from your sleep, causing the blanket that covered you to fall to the floor. You inched your way to the apartment door, tippy toes quietly pacing. As you unlocked the door you were greeted by a familiar face.

Johnny.

"Did ya' miss me?" His deep husky voice stifling your breath. His arms leaving not another second to be empty as he pulls you into him. Fully wrapping you in a tight grip, making you stiff in his embrace. His duffle lying on the ground beside him.

“Surprise,” He affirms gently into your neck. “Merry Christmas, my love!” His wholesomely excited words solicit tears to fall from your burning eyes. Your arms reciprocate his unyielding grip on you, pulling as hard as you can, his body into yours. His uniform coarse against your body, still holding a faint scent of battle. His hands tracing along you, re-familiarizing himself with your body, jogging his memory of every piece of you. Melting into you as he brushed along your frame. 

"I thought you weren't coming home!” you confess through a quivering inflection. “I've missed you so much.” His hold on you slightly tightening as you spoke.

“I’ve missed you more. I'm glad to be home.” His lips finding yours, deep breaths escape both of you, sparks of intimacy sweeping through each kiss. With that you lead him into your apartment, allowing every worry and stress to dissipate. You were going to make the most of the time you had with him, thankful he was home. 

[somediyprojects]

Mirabilia pieces stitched by Vhalerun. Patterns designed by Nora Corbett.

Looking at your finished works, do you have an unexpected favorite color? Mine seems to be 745.

While I've been cross stitching awhile and finished several big peices, I've given away most of them. I enjoy doing more than owning and paying for frames is wheeww! yikes! A few years ago, I did decide to start making a few for myself and getting a couple I had kept, framed. Much to my surprise, all three were yellow =x

None of the ones I had given away were, Rose of Sharon and Garden Verses I had kept, and I was starting Royal Holiday with the intention of keeping it. If you'd asked me my favorite color, I'd have said purple. Maybe its my subconscious speaking to me! And these were finished maybe 20 years apart.

I am curious though. Anyone else find they've gravitated towards a color they didnt expect?

"Royal Holiday" by Mirabilia

"Garden Verses" by Mirabilia

"Rose of Sharon" by Mirabilia