#Vida Bakery

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HAPPY! BIRTHDAY! part2 bc i realized its also wipwednesday :3c you should post a snippet for old times sake

HI HIIII THANK YOU STAR!!!! i honestly thought you were finally gonna deliver on that promise to ask abt the yaoi metanarrative so that i could have a reason to rant about it to people but like mark my worms that will be up on the neocities anyway soon enough

also EXCUSE U. we did six sentence sundays not wip wednesdays smh

fortunately For You i have Actually Written.... 197 words today (so far) so there is indeed something new for you to see hehehe

this is so hard none of them feel particularly good out of context. here's something i wrote on a car ride in my talk-to-self discord channel that has no context whatsoever:

will it ever be used for anything?? idk!! it'll probably be worked into something, if i remember it hehe

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kung

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The last member of the family

When you come in, you're cradling a blanket.

Natalia frowns. It's the blanket you kept in the car for Prins after a trip to the beach, so he didn't scatter sand all over your interior. It rarely comes into the house unless it's to be washed and it got washed two days ago. That's not nearly enough time for it to be due another one.

You look nervous too, bashfully dropping eye contact when Talia makes it.

"Amor?" She asks," What's wrong? Has something happened?"

"I'm sorry," You say, blurting it out as you cradle the bundled-up blanket closer to your chest," It's just...They were bullying him! And he was so cold! Talia, he was shaking! And I couldn't just leave him there!"

"Mi vida." Natalia stands, her hands reaching out for you. "You are not making any sense. Tell me what has happened. Who was being bullied?"

Slowly, you unravel the blanket.

A little bunny is sitting there. His ears are slightly covering his eyes and his little nose wiggles as he takes in his new surroundings. His fur is kind of fuzzy and a beautiful light tan colour.

"I went to that bakery you like, that one in the middle of the park? And he was being bullied by the crows! They kept pecking at him and one of them tried to snatch him up! I'm sorry but I couldn't leave him there!"

You look close to tears like you expect Natalia to be mad at you for bringing this poor, defenceless bunny into your home.

"All the vets are closed," You say," Just one night! Please, Talia! Just one night!"

Natalia shakes her head fondly at you, reaching up to cradle your face in her hands. "I love you so much, amor. You have such a big heart."

"He can stay?"

"Of course he can stay. Do we know how old he is?"

Panic flashes over your face again as you shake your head. "He's so little? Do you think he still needs milk? Oh god, what if the birds traumatised him and now he won't eat?!"

"Amor," Talia says," Let's not jump to the worst case. I'll go and grab some things we can try. Why don't you settle down and introduce him to the others?"

"There's cakes in my bag!" You call after her and she just laughs in response.

You take a seat on the sofa and gently take the little bunny into your arms. He's perfectly content to sit there, not moving as his chest rises and falls in sync with yours.

Reina is lazing around on the top of her cat tree, stretching out as she peers down at where Prins is wagging his tail in his bed. He's got his favourite duck toy sitting next to him and sometimes he nudges it with his nose in an attempt to get Reina to play with him.

"Prins," You say," Kom (come)."

He does so immediately, padding over and sitting at your feet.

You gently move the rabbit to his eyeline but not close enough for him to reach for it.

"Dette er en kanin (this is a rabbit)."

Prins tilts his head to the side in interest and you very carefully move so he can sniff it. The rabbit seems nonplussed by this whole thing, bumping noses with Prins happily and practically purring at the joy of it all.

Prins seems happy too, his tail wagging furiously and he keeps looking over at Reina, as if to introduce her to his new friend.

"Reina?" You call softly and your girlfriend's cat turns her head to look at you. You tsk to beckon her over and she does so begrudgingly, her silky fur showing that she's been recently brushed.

She takes the more assertive route than Prins did, meandering over and sticking her face all over the little rabbit's body. She sniffs him curiously before dragging her tongue over his head like she did when she first met Prins.

"No," You say when she tries to pick him up," Sorry, Reina, I don't think he has a scruff."

She looks a little disgruntled at that but swipes her tongue over him a few more times before she's seemingly satisfied. She leaps down from the sofa and herds a whining Prins away so she can groom him instead.

Prins looks at you completely betrayed as you allow him to be shepherded away but you just shake your head fondly at him.

"We'll take him to the vet tomorrow," Natalia says as she comes back," And I think I've still got Reina's old travel case so he can sleep in that for the night. How did introducing them go?"

You smile. "I think Reina thinks he's a kitten and Prins seems happy to make a new friend. They might be sad when we give him up."

Talia gives you a pointed look that you can't quite decipher. One of her hands gently scratches between the bunny's ears (who immediately goes limp and starts making a noise akin to purring) while the other gently cards through your hair, twisting random strands around her finger.

"Just them? I think you'll be sad too if we let this little guy go."

"Maybe a little." Your brows are scrunched up, a crinkle appearing between them as you hold the little bunny.

"I think that's a good enough reason to keep this guy around."

"Really?"

"Really, mi vida. I think this little guy is adorable. I'd love to keep him if you do."

It took you weeks to let your mothers know about the new member of the family. Kung the bunny had become a staple in the house. He fit in perfectly and, just like his namesake, thought that he was in charge of it all.

Multiple times, you had caught him taking over Reina's car tree and thumping his foot when you didn't give him his dinner fast enough.

But, Kung's favourite thing was when you and Talia wore sweatshirts. He adored wiggling into the front pocket and taking a nap there when you had a lazy day.

He enjoyed the beach too, exploring it on a leash like Reina as you tired Prins out by kicking a ball for him.

Kung fit into your life so well that you completely forgot to tell your mothers until you were on a video call at the kitchen table.

Talia pops in to greet them, pressing a soft kiss to your ticklish neck as she appeared.

"I'm heading out to see Patri," She says," Can I have you give his royal highness? He's being clingy again."

You beam. "I'll always take him."

"I know. I love you, amor."

"Love you, Talia."

She carefully removes Kung from her front pocket to hand him to you. He's still very small and easily fits into your arms without even waking up from his nap.

"Is that a rabbit, Princesse?" Momma asks, catching a glimpse of Kung's floppy ears.

You cheeks go a little red when you realise that she has no idea who he is. You hold him up so she can see better.

"This is Kung," You say," We got him a few weeks ago. Some birds were bullying him so I brought him home."

Morsa laughs. "Of course you did. We're lucky all you ever brought home was that rock when you were younger."

Your face gets even more red. "There was nothing wrong with Rocky!"

Morsa just keeps laughing. "And naming him Kung? You really like a theme, Princesse."

"How long until Natalia has to change her name to fit this theme?" Momma picks up the teasing too. "Will the royal family be deigning to visit us anytime soon?"

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

+++

Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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[iwaoiness]

oikawa who loves to sleep late, especially on sundays, and iwaizumi who has had his biological alarm programmed since he was sixteen years old not to let him sleep past eight o'clock in the morning.

oikawa, who's sleeping deeply, lips parted, his bangs tousled and cheeks warm. iwaizumi, who's already dressed for his run, coming out of the bathroom and tucking him in with a gentle smile, kissing tooru's forehead, checking the curtains to make sure they’re still keeping the sunlight at bay from him, and then slipping out of the room quietly, leaving the door ajar.

iwaizumi who's warming up in the genkan before lacing up his running shoes and heading out for a jog around the neighborhood, savoring the Spanish he’s nearly mastered, smiling at the familiar faces he passes along the way.

iwaizumi stopping his apple watch timer after an hour and a bit, stretching by the same park bench as always, before heading to the bakery to pick up a baguette and a dozen milk rolls.

oikawa, who's still fast asleep at ten-thirty when iwaizumi slips in with a soft “tadaima.” iwaizumi who's setting down his little haul in the kitchen, taking a quick shower, and changing into his old joggers.

hajime, who, while listening to a podcast, prepares one of their favorite breakfasts: toast with cheese, smoked salmon, avocado and egg, and of course the dozen milk breads. he also makes coffee in their new espresso machine that oikawa insisted on buying for two whole weeks.

then, past eleven, iwaizumi heads back to the bedroom and can’t help a tender smile when he finds oikawa still asleep, this time curled up on hajime’s side of the bed, hugging a pillow with the duvet down to his hips.

iwaizumi tiptoeing over, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits beside his boyfriend, looking at him like you’d look at one of those sunsets bursting with warm colors and huge clouds, thinking again and again how he could never get tired of this view.

“hey, tooru,” he whispers, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. tooru’s face scrunches a little, a cute wrinkle forming on his forehead, and hajime’s smile widens as he leans down. “time to get up, my babe,” he murmurs with his lips just brushing tooru’s skin.

there’s a gruff groan, his brow creasing more as he buries his face further into the pillow.

“vamos, mi vida,” hajime lies over him, his hand still running up and down tooru’s arm, his fingertips gliding over goosebumps. “am i gonna have to get water again or pinch your nose?” he teases.

“no,” tooru grumbles in that low morning voice, muffled by the pillow, and hajime snorts, pulling back just enough to let oikawa roll onto his back and stretch with a little whiny sound.

and there, under his body, between pillows, oikawa tooru starts to wake up, slowly.

his bangs go in every direction, flattened curls all over the place. his eyes open as he finishes rubbing them, the color of his sleepy gaze softened by the haze of sleep. his cheeks are faintly flushed, a small drool mark at the corner of his mouth, his bottom lip sticking out in a cute little pout.

he’s so precious, so adorable, so genuine, so vulnerable, a sight only iwaizumi can see.

“did you get milk bread?” tooru arches an eyebrow, and hajime rolls his eyes playfully before nodding. “that’s my iwa-chaaaan,” he sing-songs, cupping hajime’s face and squishing his cheeks softly with that pure, sleepy, and sweet smile.

and then hajime gently pinches his nose and with a squawk of fake pain and a string of complaints and affectionate insults between delicate touches and morning caresses, their day begins.

sundays are slow and lazy, they smell of coffee and toast, they are brown and green, they sound like childish whining and soft laughter, they taste like salmon and avocado, and they are oikawa and iwaizumi's favorite days.

...

thinking about domestic iwaoi 24/7 its my passion

u can find me on my ao3, bsky and this is my carrd 🍉

[nuclearlala]

Alice from Alice's Wonderland Bakery and Vida im hopelessly hyperfixated LOL

[disastardly]

Have an assortment of Mystic Force headcanons that I've accumulated since I started rewriting CoD/CoL (now known as Emergence and ???):

Madison is an unabashed niche horror movie aficionado. This always surprises people, but she could talk about early 90s SOV, giallo, or the evolution of the slasher film for ages.

Her happy place in Briarwood is an old movie shop. They know her by name there, and always have recommendations among the new finds.

Briarwood itself is a super hippie town. Drum circles in the park, vegan bakeries, a huge pride parade every year. They're on the forefront of both marriage equality and cannabis legalization, even by California standards.

Nick has lived EVERYWHERE. His parents moved for work constantly, and so he and his sister have lived on every continent except Antarctica.

Xander and Chip are incredible cooks. Nick is pretty good too. Maddie is passable, and Vida is a complete disaster. Do not let Vida near a kitchen.

Leelee inherits the Vampire Queen throne after Necrolai/Nikki is turned human. She's surprisingly good at it. After some bumps, her rule becomes an unparalleled time of peace for vampires.

After high school, Chip tries a million things, and he's pretty successful at most of them. He takes over his uncle's farm, starts a meadery, does freelance alchemy, runs the local COUNTV chapter, and helps train new knights and wizards, and that's just the everyday stuff.

Leelee works to improve human-vampire relations, and teams up with Chip to help smooth things out. He begrudgingly helps, but warms up to it eventually.

Maddie and Xander are the only ones of the core 5 to go to college. Maddie studies film and Xander gets a business degree (so he can manage Chip's constantly-growing sprawl of ventures).

Vida goes on tour. She wins her first Grammy a year or two later, and eventually goes the Trent Reznor route of scoring films. It starts with Maddie asking for help with a hard-to-score film and spirals from there.

Nick gets taken on as an apprentice at a body shop. He's a prodigy with fixing things, especially vehicles, and when the owner decides to retire, Nick buys the shop off him. They mainly fix cars and motorcycles, but if you have something no one else can fix, he'll take a crack at it.

Maddie's first film does numbers on the smaller festival circuits; her second film is screened at Cannes and wins a Palme d'Or.

In Briarwood, everyone knows they're the Rangers, but the knowledge doesn't travel very far outside the borders. A few people know, but it's such an open secret that it almost never comes up. It's just a fact of life in Briarwood, so most people never really mention it.

[thehatchettownchronicles]

“Today is my wedding anniversary, I had to run by my wife’s favorite bakery before it—“

This is a lil fic about Sergio and his wife! A friend and I brainstormed for their dynamic and his wife’s character. So enjoy 🤍

Content Warning(s): infertility mention, potentially poorly translated Spanish

💣💕💣💕

Sergio pushed open the door of his small apartment. It was on top of a local café, which was perfect for the five of them. Well, five if you counted their 2 cats and their dog. Sergio joked that they had two cats and a football, and Lucía would swat his arm and tell him to stop it.

Sergio was humming to himself as he eased into the apartment, carefully minding the cake box in his hands. It was his and Lucía’s tenth wedding anniversary, and he was just as smitten with her as he’d been since the day they met.

It’d been twelve years ago, when he’d bumped into her at a party.

He’d been dragged along by some of his buddies, a bit nervous to go out and socialize. Sergio had always been a little shy. But when he saw her, he knew he had to work up the courage. She was too beautiful, with her dark, curly hair, warm eyes and plump lips that had him mesmerized. A few shots of tequila later, and he’d managed to chat her up, learned that her name was Lucía.

He’d asked her to dance, and dance they had. He had never been so enamored by another human, had never desired so strongly to make another person smile. And with her gorgeous smile (with the little gap in her front teeth that she hated but he adored), Sergio knew he’d do anything in the world to see that smile every day of his life.

Two years later and they’d eloped, opting to skip the cost of the wedding to have a romantic vacation, just the two of them.

The one thing missing from their perfect little family were children, but he would never hold it against her. After 10 years of trying, he’s figured it wasn’t meant to be. But that didn’t matter; as long as he had his darling Lucía, everything was right in the world.

“Mi vida! I’m home!” he called out as he set the cake box on the island counter of their kitchen. He slumped his now empty briefcase on the floor, and stretched, letting his back pop. “Where are you, mi paloma?”

“Right here, mi corazón,” she said, and Sergio whipped around with a wide smile.

Lucía grinned, and looped her arms around Sergio’s neck. His hands found their way to her hips, and their lips met in a sweet, loving kiss. Sergio smiled into the kiss, and playfully pressed Lucía against the countertop. Lucía giggled as Sergio began to pepper her cheeks and jaw and neck with kisses, his stubble tickling her skin.

“Sergio that tickles!” she protested, her voice light hearted as she moved a hand to cup the back of his neck.

Sergio chuckled against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, exposed by her red camisole. “Whaat? A guy can’t love on his stunning wife on his anniversary?” he asked, tone flirty.

Lucía cupped his jaw and moved his face so she could kiss his lips one more time. She pulled away while biting her perfect lower lip, and mumbling, “I…I have a surprise for you…I think you’ll like it, but I don’t know…”

Sergio raised a brow and smirked at Lucía, who proceeded to swat his arm.

“Not that kind of surprise!”

Sergio gave a low curse in Spanish, but his expression showed that he wasn’t actually upset. Lucía guided him to the couch, making him sit and close his eyes while she went back to their bedroom.

Curiosity flooded him. If it wasn’t a sexy kind of surprise, then what kind of surprise was it?

Soon, he heard Lucia walk back into the room, and felt the couch dip beside him as she took a seat.

“Okay…I need you to promise to be calm, okay mi amor?”

“Uh…okay?”

“Okay…open your eyes.”

Sergio listened to what his wife said, and opened his eyes. In her hands was a piece of paper. He was confused, but took it. Lucía looked at him expectantly, and Sergio unfolded it, beginning to read. It was from the doctor. He knew that she’d had an appointment recently, but wasn’t sure about what it was for.

But when he saw that one eight-letter word, he felt his heart stop, and tears prick his eyes.

Pregnant.

Sergio looked up at Lucía, who had grown misty eyed as well. She reached out and grabbed Sergio’s knee.

“Mi corazón…I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby,” she whispered.

Sergio all but tackled her, wrapping her in his arms as he covered her in kisses.

“Mi amor, mi paloma, mi vida... ¿Voy a ser papá? Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar,” Sergio rambled, not caring that he’d slipped back into their native tongue.

Lucía grinned and kissed Sergio sweetly. “Yes, cariño…We’re gonna have a family at last…Te quiero hasta Saturno y de vuelta.”

It was perhaps Sergio’s favorite anniversary.

[mcu-binge]

Love in Brooklyn pt3

The soft hum of my alarm cut through the quiet of the loft. My eyes blinked open to the faint blue light of dawn streaming through the large windows. I stretched lazily under the covers, savoring the peaceful quiet before the hustle of my day began. This was my favorite time—just me, the stillness of my space, and the steady comfort of routine.

I slid out of bed and padded across the wooden floor to the kitchen, the heart of my apartment. My loft was everything I’d dreamed of: high ceilings, exposed brick, an open floor plan that made the space feel even bigger. And the kitchen—oh, the kitchen. It was every baker’s dream, with sprawling marble countertops, gleaming appliances, and all the space I needed to create. Everything had its place. Even though my workday revolved around the bakery, I still loved spending time here.

After making myself a quick breakfast—scrambled eggs and avocado on toast—I turned my attention to organizing the rest of the kitchen. Even though I cleaned up the night before, I always liked to do a quick once-over before heading to work. It wasn’t that the place was messy—far from it. I was just the type who found comfort in a tidy space.

I ran my hand over the smooth countertops, satisfied with how clean and neat everything looked. A few pots hung from the ceiling, and my stand mixer sat prominently on the counter, ready for action at any time. Everything had a purpose and a place. I thrived on that sense of order, especially since the bakery could be a whirlwind of chaos.

Grabbing my keys, I slipped into my shoes and checked my watch. I liked to get to La Dulce Vida early, long before opening hours, to prepare for the day. There was something calming about the bakery in those quiet morning hours—the smell of rising dough, the hum of the ovens heating up. It was like the world hadn’t fully woken up yet.

The morning air was crisp as I stepped outside and made my way down the familiar streets of Brooklyn. I loved this neighborhood—its vibrant energy, the small businesses that thrived on the corners, and the friendly faces of people starting their day. As I rounded the corner to the bakery, I spotted something—or rather, someone—leaning casually against the entrance.

Steve.

He looked impossibly relaxed, a to-go coffee cup in hand, as if waiting for someone. His eyes lit up the moment he saw me, and I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face. What was he doing here at this hour?

“Good morning, Dani,” he called out, pushing off the wall with that easy, boyish grin of his.

“Steve?” I blinked, slightly surprised but trying not to show it. “What are you doing here so early?”

He held up the coffee. “Thought I’d surprise you. I remembered you said you like to get here early, so I figured I’d bring you something to start your day off right. Coffee, black, if I remember correctly?”

I laughed, a little flattered he remembered. “You’ve got a good memory. But I thought you’d be busy saving the world or, I don’t know, jogging across the Brooklyn Bridge or something.”

He shrugged, that playful glint in his eyes. “I already went for my jog. Figured I’d switch it up and see what the famous Dani does in her element.”

I unlocked the bakery door, still smiling. “Well, it’s not as glamorous as you might think. Mostly flour, sugar, and a lot of early mornings. But you’re welcome to stick around and see for yourself.”

He stepped inside after me, glancing around at the bakery’s cozy interior. The smell of fresh bread and sweet dough already lingered in the air, even though the ovens hadn’t been fired up yet.

“This place is great,” he said, his voice warm with admiration. “I mean, I already knew it was from the outside. But it’s got a real charm in here.”

“Thanks,” I said, heading straight for the kitchen. “It’s home to me.”

I started my usual routine: setting up the mixers, laying out ingredients, making sure the day’s orders were ready to go. Steve followed me in, watching with curiosity as I moved around the kitchen with the ease of someone who knew every inch of the space.

“So, what’s on the menu today?” he asked, leaning against the counter, clearly enjoying the behind-the-scenes look.

I glanced over at him, amused by his interest. “We’ve got a few big orders to fill. A batch of cinnamon rolls for a nearby café, a custom cake, and some pastries for a catering event later this afternoon. And of course, the usual—croissants, muffins, sweet breads.”

“That sounds like a lot,” he said, his brows raising slightly.

I smiled, rolling up my sleeves. “It is. But I love it. It’s busy, but it’s mine, you know?”

He nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “I get that. The idea of building something, seeing it grow—it’s… nice. Rewarding.”

I paused, looking over at him. There was something genuine about the way he said that, something that made me feel like he understood me in a way not everyone did. “Yeah. It really is.”

We fell into a comfortable silence as I started mixing dough, my hands moving rhythmically, Steve watching quietly. After a few minutes, he broke the silence.

“So… head baker. Running this place. That’s pretty impressive, Dani. You ever think about expanding? Starting another bakery?”

I shook my head, chuckling. “Honestly, this one’s enough for now. I like having control over everything, making sure it all runs smoothly. Maybe one day, but for now, I’m happy with just this.”

“That’s fair,” he said, smiling at me. “Seems like you’ve got it all figured out.”

“Hardly,” I laughed, wiping my hands on a towel. “But I’m getting there. What about you? Any big plans today besides hanging out at bakeries?”

He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “Nothing that exciting. Thought I might stick around for a while, though. See what else you’re up to. You know, for research.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Research? For what?”

“For getting to know the best baker in Brooklyn, of course,” he said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Alright, Rogers. You want to stick around, you’re going to have to work. Grab an apron.”

His eyes widened, but he was clearly game. “You serious?”

“Absolutely,” I said, tossing him a spare apron. “You want a glimpse into my world? You’re going to get your hands dirty.”

Steve caught the apron, slipping it over his head. “Alright then, Dani. Show me what you’ve got.”

"If the health department stops by just run away," I half joke knowing he doesn't have a food handling card. "And go wash your hands please."

I was showing Steve how to knead dough when I heard the chime of the front door bell. I didn’t think much of it—customers occasionally wandered in early, especially those who craved a fresh pastry straight out of the oven. But when I glanced up, my heart stopped.

It was my dad.

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and that stern look I’d grown up with. Papá wasn’t one for surprises, and the sight of Steve—towering, muscled, and wearing an apron—was probably the last thing he expected when he stopped by the bakery this early.

“Papá,” I blurted, my voice a little too high, trying not to sound as panicked as I felt. Steve, sensing my sudden shift in energy, shot me a look but didn’t say anything. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Daniela,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked from me to Steve. “Who’s this?”

Crap. Think, think, think.

“Oh! Uh, this is…” I glanced at Steve, trying to send him a silent message. “He’s… um, the new baker I hired! Yeah, we’ve been so busy lately, I needed extra hands.”

Steve blinked, looking slightly confused for half a second before his expression smoothed over. He nodded along, quickly catching on. “Yeah, I’m new here. Just trying to learn from the best,” he said with a friendly smile, his voice easy and calm, though I could see the amusement twinkling in his eyes.

My dad raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “You hired someone without telling me?”

I swallowed, trying not to let my nervousness show. “Well, things have been really busy. You know how it gets. Besides, I didn’t want to bother you with the details. I figured I could handle it.”

He stepped forward, eyeing Steve up and down. “¿Y tú? ¿Sabes lo que estás haciendo en la panadería de mi hija?” he asked in Spanish, the tone of a man who didn’t take any nonsense.

Steve glanced at me, then back at my dad, clearly not understanding what he just said but picking up on the serious tone. I jumped in quickly.

“He was asking if you know what you’re doing,” I translated, trying to keep things smooth. “Just… go with it.”

Steve smiled, cool as ever, and looked him straight in the eye. “Oh, I’m learning fast. Dani’s been showing me the ropes, but I can handle myself in a kitchen.”

Papá’s eyes flicked between the two of us, not fully convinced but willing to give Steve a little leeway. “We’ll see about that.” He turned back to me, his brows knitting together. “You should’ve told me, mija. You know I like to know everything that goes on here.”

I nodded quickly. “I know, I know. I was going to tell you. It’s just been a hectic week, that’s all.”

Papá’s attention shifted back to Steve, who stood there, looking every bit the part of a baker—well, except for the fact that he looked like he could bench-press half the bakery. Papá didn’t seem to know what to make of him.

“Alright,” my dad said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Let’s see what you’ve got. If you’re going to work here, you better know how to bake a proper concha.”

My eyes went wide. A concha? That was our most traditional Mexican pastry. Not exactly beginner-level baking. I shot Steve a glance, hoping he wouldn’t panic.

Steve, however, just smiled confidently. “A concha? Sure. Show me where to start.”

I held back a groan, silently praying he could pull this off without completely blowing our cover. Papá was already tying an apron around his waist, clearly ready to see if this “new baker” had what it took.

“This,” Papá said, pointing to the ingredients on the counter, “is how we make them. Dani knows the recipe well, but let’s see how you do.”

Steve stepped up beside him, watching intently as Papá mixed the dough, explaining each step in his usual serious tone. I stood off to the side, biting my lip and resisting the urge to jump in and help Steve. He was doing fine—so far—but this was starting to feel like one of those surreal, anxiety-inducing dreams.

As Papá worked, he glanced up at Steve. “You said you’ve baked before, sí?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve done a little of everything mostly cooking. But I’m always learning.”

My dad didn’t seem to fully believe him but nodded anyway. He handed the bowl to Steve, gesturing for him to knead the dough. I watched nervously, but Steve seemed surprisingly at ease, his hands moving skillfully as he worked the dough, just like I’d shown him earlier.

After a few minutes, Papá crossed his arms, watching closely. “Not bad,” he said begrudgingly. “We’ll see if it’s any good once it’s baked.”

Steve flashed me a quick, triumphant smile before setting the dough aside to rise. I couldn’t help but be impressed. He was handling this much better than I’d expected.

As we waited for the dough to rise, Papá leaned back against the counter, still watching Steve with that sharp, discerning look. “Where did you say you worked before this?”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but I quickly jumped in, hoping to steer the conversation away from any potential landmines. “He’s… from out of town, Papá. Came here for a fresh start.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Out of town, huh? Where?”

Steve didn’t miss a beat. “Los Angeles,” he said, grinning. “But now I’ve been spending a lot of time here lately.”

Papá’s gaze didn’t waver. “LA, huh? You're not one of those hippies right?”

I could see Steve holding back a laugh, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “No sir.”

Papá’s eyes flicked back to me, his suspicion still lingering. “Well, I suppose we’ll see. If Dani says you’re good enough to work here, I’ll trust her. For now.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. That was about as close to approval as Papá was going to give...for now. Steve, to his credit, just smiled and nodded, playing along with the whole “new baker” act without breaking a sweat.

The conchas finally went into the oven, and I breathed a little easier, knowing we were in the clear—for now, at least.

“Papá, do you want to take some conchas home when they’re done?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Steve.

He nodded but didn’t say much. He gave Steve one last look before heading to the front of the shop. “I’ll be in the front,” he said, his tone still guarded. “Come get me when they’re ready.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, I let out a long breath and turned to Steve. “Oh my god, thank you for playing along. I thought I was going to die.”

Steve chuckled, leaning against the counter. “That was intense. But I think we pulled it off.”

“Pulled it off?” I asked, laughing. “You made conchas with my dad! Do you even know what those are?”

“I do now,” Steve said with a grin. “Plus, he didn’t seem to hate me. I’ll take that as a win.”

I shook my head, still amazed. “You’re impossible.”

Steve’s grin softened into something warmer. “And you’re impressive. I think we make a pretty good team.”

[pjshermann]

me and @bombaciouscaboose were absolutely brainrotted about lil 16 yr old Jude and his summer job at a bakery and I was simply COMPELLED

Might finish this rough sketch;might not; im just livin la vida loca

[bullet-prooflove]

Hallmark!Series Part Nine: Family - Mike Duarte x Reader (feat: Joe Velasco)

Tagging:   @resonmalvo @@littleone65  @thesandbeneathmytoes    @mydarkestsecretlol    @evee87   @wooshwastaken  

@hearthockey @justreblogginfics   @im-just-a-mississippi-girl      @rosaliedepp @thatesqcrush    @storiesofsvu   @whateversomethingbruh  @burningpeachpuppy  @legit9thlunaticwarrior       @kiwiithecrazybird  @spooky-pomegranate     @telepathay   @weiwei0210  @spaghettificationandpretzels @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @magic-multicolored-miracle @cycat4077 @deekaag @cixrosie @upsteadlogic @imaginecrushes @anime-weeb-4-life @hey-dw @alwaysachorusgirl @nu1freakshow

Hallmark Series: 

Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte) -  Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin’s engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

Five Months - You and Mike catch up.

Baby Talk - Joe and you have a frank talk about co-parenting.

Replacements - Joe and Mike discuss their issues.

Mike is working an undercover operation when you go into labour, the baby is two weeks early and Mike’s phones off because the op requires his full attention. It’s a clusterfuck from the start. He has an officer in deep with The Southern Front and they’re moving a huge shipment of fentanyl. There’s uncertainty surrounding their UC, they’re not sure if her identity has been compromised. Mike’s on site posing as the buyer and to provide back up.

It’s all over by the time he comes up for air.

He sees the three missed called from Velasco and then the picture message of you beaming, holding a tiny bundle wearing a pink hat.

Leah Velasco – Munoz

Seven pounds, 12 ounces.

Mom and baby are doing fine.

He’s both furious at himself and elated.

It’s late when Mike gets to the hospital, he has flowers, a balloon and a fresh pasties from the bakery you love not far from your home. It isn’t much by way of apology but it’s the best he can do because he feels fucking terrible that he missed the birth of your baby.

You’ve just finished breastfeeding when Mike enters your room. It’s mostly shrouded in darkness, apart from the light above your bed. He spies Velasco in the visitor’s chair asleep, his arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted back.

“Hey.” You greet him as you cover yourself up. “Are they pastries from Fernando’s?”

“He says congratulations and that he can’t wait to meet the new baby.” Mike tells you before he sets them down on the nightstand along with the flowers and the balloon. “Mi Vida I’m sorry…”

You shake your head, holding up your hand to silence him.

“I’m not mad.” You reassure him, shifting so the baby can rest more comfortably against your chest. “It all happened very quickly; one minute I was in labour and the next here she was, little Leah.”

You move over on the bed allowing some space so that Mike can slot in alongside you. His arm comes to rest around your shoulders, before he reaches out and adjusts the baby’s blanket just a little.

“I have to say Mi Vida, you do make beautiful babies.” He tells you, his fingertip caressing Leah’s plump cheek.

“I do, don’t I?” You murmur as his lips brush across your temple. “You wanna hold her?”

“Yea.” Mike says, a small smile crossing his features. “I’d love to.”

***

Velasco stays over most nights on the daybed in Leah’s nursery. He wants to spend as much time with his baby girl as possible before he goes back to work and the best way to bond with her is to be present. Mike doesn’t begrudge him for it, he would do the same if he was in the other man’s position.

When Mike comes home from work, he usually brings dinner, something hot and healthy because you and Velasco need to take care of yourselves, and he knows Leah is already a handful. He takes the baby after dinner, to give you both a break. He cradles her close and swaying from side to side as he sings the lullaby that his mother taught him. She’s almost asleep by the time you give Leah her final feed before bed and Velasco puts her down for the night.

When he curls up in bed, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in the curve of your throat he thinks of the weird little family you’ve created.  Leah, Velasco, you and him, it’s not conventional but Mike’s never cared about convention. The four of you are happy and that’s all that really matters.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[adclets]

Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ADALET KAPÜŞON, da história CHAPEUZINHO VERMELHO! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a FECHAR CONTRATOS PARA SUSTENTAR A FAMÍLIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja SEDUTORA, você é IMPACIENTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: sendo DOCEIRA E ASSASSINA DE ALUGUEL.

FC: Melisa Pamuk

Conexões & Pinterest & Playlist

O personagem é dono ou cuida de algum lugar no Reino dos Perdidos? Sim! Ela, sua avó e sua mãe são proprietárias da Red Hood Bakery, uma confeitaria que atende a população de todos os reinos. Como o estado decante de Final State não as ajudava, Adalet teve a ideia de expandir o comércio, e se responsabilizou de ser a entregadora oficial dos doces produzidos pela mãe a avó. Os tempos mudaram, não é? Não é como se agora ela fosse encontrar um lobo perigoso no meio do caminho.

Além dos negócios da família, Adalet aproveitou a oportunidade para ganhar dinheiro de outras formas. Com as habilidades que adquiriu ao longo de seu crescimento da adolescência até a vida adulta, tornou-se assassina de aluguel, e é assim que consegue manter estável a vida da mãe e da avó --- mas ainda as deixa acreditar que é só por conta dos doces.

Como está a posição dele em relação aos perdidos? Odiou ou amou? Bom... com a nova história ditada a acontecer, a famosa Chapeuzinho ficou em dúvida. Quer dizer, a ideia de conhecer o jovem caçador, conviver com os lobos e tudo mais parecia incrível, mas perder o que tinha agora, já tão conquistado? Sempre aberta a novas oportunidades, não se deixou abalar, mas também ficará atenta às possíveis mudanças que poderão acontecer; o importante para ela é sua família não ser afetada, e ela também não perder sua clientela.

[shivunin]

And Eat It, Too

Arianwen had plenty to do; there was no reason to be stopping outside the bakery in Denerim. It was just that—well, she remembered standing here with her mother once. They hadn’t been able to afford such fine pastries then, but now…now she had a belt pouch jingling with the money of dead men and little to buy with it. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to…to buy just a little something? She could even share. Yes; it could be like team building. Or—

“Something you need?” Wynne asked beside her and Arianwen straightened abruptly. 

“No. Nothing. Nevermind.”

“What—” the mage began, but as she spoke a lean girl erupted from the shop, quick as a fox in the woods. The baker was right on her heels, his face red, a cloth waving from one hand. 

“Come back here you—!” he shouted, but it was too late. The little elven girl, blonde pigtails uneven on either side of her head, had already darted around a corner and vanished. 

“Agh!” the man shouted, drawing up short and propping one fist on his hip, “Wretch of a girl.”

He noticed the four of them then, and his eyes narrowed. 

“Something I can help you with?” he asked, his tone suggesting that there was nothing he could help them with. All at once, Wen felt dusty and small again, as small as the girl running away. What was it about Denerim that took away every ounce of her strength? What was it about being home that forced her to remember how she’d been before she left?

“No,” she told the baker coldly, eyeing him in the way most tended to find unnerving, and turned away. The others were exchanging a look; she could tell even without looking. That was not her problem. Let them look however they wanted; she wasn’t going to explain herself.  

It had been a foolish idea anyway. 

|

Arianwen had a headache, she wanted to go to bed, and she hadn’t seen Zevran in hours. 

How annoying that she’d gotten used to finding him before she went to bed. When had that happened? How had it crept up on her? She scowled at the fire now, aware that everyone else could see her mood very plainly, and abruptly stood. 

“Night,” she spat at the fire, and Alistair, who’d been sharpening his sword on the other side of the fire, winced. 

“Ah—g’night! Sleep tight! Don’t let the—ow! What was that for, I was only…”

His voice trailed off as she walked away, but she’d already stopped paying attention anyway. 

What was the use of a paramour, she wondered sourly, if he wasn’t going to be around when she needed to work out her frustrations?

She thrust the flap of her tent open, ducked inside, and paused. Her tent ought to have been empty. She hadn’t seen anyone go inside. And yet…

Zevran lay over her bedroll, propped on one elbow. He looked entirely too satisfied with himself, his teeth gleaming in the firelight that shone through the open tent flap, one leg propped up at an angle. 

“Good evening, mi vida,” he said, “I expected you a bit earlier, but do not worry; I will not hold your lateness against you.”

Wen stared at him, outraged, and in her shock it took her a moment to realize that the dim thing set in front of him was, in fact, a platter full of tiny, frilly cakes. 

The precise ones she’d been staring at earlier, to be precise. 

“You…? How—But you weren’t even there!” Wen said, eyes skipping between his smug expression and the pile of pink and white cakes. 

“I know,” he said mournfully, “Can you believe that the giant had to tell me about them?”

“Sten?” she said, perhaps a touch louder than necessary because a deep voice answered her. 

“Yes? What is it?”

“Nothing—nevermind,” she called over her shoulder and stepped the rest of the way into the tent. 

“But why?” she said, reaching out to touch the uppermost cake and thinking better of it at the last moment. 

“Because you wanted them,” Zevran said, sitting up and pushing himself back on the mat, “And you did not have them.” 

Wen shrugged off her leather armor, leaving her in only her leggings and tunic, and then she sat across from him with her legs crossed. 

“That’s not an answer,” she told him, frowning. 

In the shadows, it was harder to tell what he was thinking. That was annoying, but not unexpected. She might’ve fetched a lantern from outside—only Leliana had quietly told her that lighting the tent from within meant that everyone else could see their silhouettes quite clearly. The rest of them hearing she and Zevran was one thing—it could hardly be avoided, given the close quarters—but seeing was one step too far. 

That it left her in the dark now, literally and figuratively, was…unfortunate. 

“Of course it is,” he told her, and he moved in the shadows. 

A moment later, something pressed softly to her bottom lip. 

“Try,” he told her, “I ate one on my way back and I feel they were quite worth the trouble of stealing them.”

Wen breathed in through her nose. The cake smelled of berries, of honey and sugar and summertime. It smelled like all the things she’d never had as a child, all the things she’d never thought to seek for herself as an adult. 

Zevran held steady when she opened her mouth and took a bite, her upper lip brushing against his thumb as she did so. It was sweet; almost too sweet, save the burst of tartness from the berries. She made a soft noise, which might, to the lascivious, be called a moan, and heard his answering laugh in the dark. 

“Good, yes?” he asked, “I took an assortment while the man was chasing some elf-child down the street. Any shopkeep in Antiva would tell him the foolishness of such a thing. Why, it used to be my job to annoy the—”

“Hush,” she said, and leaned over the platter to kiss him, her lips still tasting of sugar and berries. After a moment, she felt the slide of his tongue over her lower lip, licking the rest of the sweetness from her skin. 

“Thank you,” she told him, “No—don’t tell me another story. Thank you; you didn’t have to do this, and you did. That means something.”

“I—” he sighed, and his breath brushed lightly over her chin, “Yes. You are…welcome.”

“Mmm,” she said in acknowledgement, and trailed her fingers down his arm to his wrist, lifting the rest of the cake to her mouth. 

“One kiss for every bite,” she told him once she’d swallowed, and felt his cheek curve under her fingers. 

“Is that the price for such things in Ferelden?” he said, his nose nudging hers, “Hmm. Perhaps I might have waited for the baker to come back, then. He was not so bad-looking, after all.”

Wen snorted faintly and pressed her mouth to his again, her fingertips tracing the smile she couldn’t see on his face. It was a good kiss, a long kiss, one or the other tilting their head to go on touching whenever it might have ended naturally instead. When she finally broke away and both of them were breathing a little harder, she felt him shift. 

“You know,” he said, “there are plenty more right here if you would like to do that again.”

Arianwen snorted, but turned to taste the next—and he was right. 

They were delicious.

(For day 2 of @14daysdalovers: Frilly Cakes (prompts here). I want you to know that Zev stole an assortment of flavors, and that when she was done she put them outside the tent for the others to eat....somewhere else. On the other side of camp. c: )

[vacancy90]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for tagging me @flourbray ! ☺️

My working titles are mostly just the pairing if I haven't thought of a real title yet so for cycling I can offer

- Jasper Mathieu

Forever football WIP with the ridiculously long title

- La Vida Se Pierde Y Yo Quiero La Vida Otra Vez

For tennis there's

- Heureux Les Deux

The rest are just vague biathlon ideas such as

- Claude Bakery AU

- OT3

Tagging @furiousflamewolf @diegoalvesisgod and @soronya if you want to share yours 🤗

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Something not quite right is in the air as the impact of the mining accident proves to be more far-reaching than anyone anticipated. Check out our ongoing plot of the week for ways to interact!

A local coven only meant to cause a bit of annoyance when they crafted a spell to give their enemies hay fever. But the magic got out and spread across town, and now swaths of people are coming down with the desire to munch on hay, like a horse. That wasn't exactly what they had in mind.

Who said disco went out of style? Disco Stu, owner of one of the local clubs, is advertising a disco fever night, and everyone is invited (for a $20 cover fee)! But there's something off about that disco ball... hypnotic, even.

Some local bakeries are reporting that their baguettes have vanished. In a few cases, holes have been found in the walls of the stores, as if the baguettes chewed themselves out and escaped.

Starters:

Watch out for those White Crab seltzers at the Driftwood. Fang claims they made her walk sideways... like a crab.

There was a poll and the results are in: Teddy is a better option for hand-holding. Sorry Emilio.

Wanna eat free salsa while you learn to salsa dance? Check out the event at Pura Vida!

Bridie is feeling generous after finally being freed from those voices in her head. It's just promo, right?

Milo is in the market for a roommate that's cat-friendly. Any takers?

Gael has some interesting ideas on what's considered intimidating. Cheeselegs, that's all.

Mateo wants some new ink--any parlor recommendations for the newbie?

Regan needs some conversational intercourse. Yeah.... yeah. Help her out?

Elias needs some coping methods for dealing with the fact that his favorite show was cancelled.

Metzli has discovered the magic of weighted blankets. Hell ya.

Wesley wants to know if you've seen a particular horse. You might need to get creative with lures.

Van wants some hay. Now.

[viagemladob]

O que fazer na Liberdade

Você já ouviu falar da Liberdade, o bairro mais japonês de São Paulo? Se não, está perdendo uma experiência cultural única! Neste post, vamos escrever sobre o que fazer na Liberdade, desde passeios imperdíveis até lugares que farão você se sentir como se estivesse vivendo um pedacinho do Japão no coração da capital paulista.

O que está esperando, prepare-se para uma boa caminhada, leve seu apetite e descubra o que fazer no bairro da Liberdade!

Lugares para ir na Liberdade

Este é um bairro que tem sido muito visitado tanto por turistas quanto pelas pessoas que moram em São Paulo. É uma ótima experiência, pois ele carrega autenticidade e história da cidade, afinal, nem sempre foi o “bairro japonês em São Paulo”.

É muito legal aproveitar uma tarde por lá, é uma de nossas indicações de passeios em São Paulo. De forma geral, todos os lugares ficam próximos ao metrô Liberdade, sendo de fácil acesso.

Veja o que fazer na Liberdade SP:

Feirinha da Liberdade: Um festival de sabores e cores!

Dica: vá cedo para evitar as filas e aproveite as barracas à vontade.

Descubra as lojas japonesas

O bairro da Liberdade está repleto de lojas que vendem produtos típicos japoneses. Aqui você encontrará de tudo, desde objetos de decoração até alimentos, doces, cosméticos e souvenirs. Lojas como a Daiso, Marukai, Miniso, e muitos outros mercadinhos, são paraísos para quem gosta de descobrir coisas novas.

O que fazer na Liberdade se não é entrar em cada uma dessas lojinhas e sair com algumas sacolas cheias de coisas que você nem sabia que precisava?

Visite o Templo Busshinji

Para aqueles que buscam um momento de paz e tranquilidade, o templo Busshinji da escola Soto Zen é uma visita obrigatória em seu roteiro pela Liberdade. Com sua arquitetura típica e jardins bem cuidados, é o lugar ideal para fazer uma pausa em um dia agitado.

Endereço: R. São Joaquim, 285 – Liberdade, São Paulo – SP.

Descubra restaurantes e cafeterias tradicionais

Depois de toda essa caminhada, que tal fazer uma pausa em um dos muitos restaurantes e cafés tradicionais da Liberdade? O bairro é famoso por suas casas de chá e padarias, como a Itiriki Bakery e a Kazu Cake Shop, onde você pode experimentar os autênticos doces japoneses, como dorayakis e mochis.

Não sabe o que fazer no bairro da Liberdade? Comer bem é sempre uma boa opção!

Na linha dos populares Hot Pots chineses, tem o Top Pot, já fomos e é muito bom. É no estilo em que a comida vem em um rechaud e você mesmo vai juntando os ingredientes e preparando. Preços bem justos e porções igualmente bem servidas. Endereço: Rua da Glória, 288.

Se você gosta da Hello Kitty, não deixe de ir no restaurante e café da Hello Kitty, o Eat Asia – Hello Kitty, tem diversas unidades. O restaurante fica na Rua Thomaz Gonzaga, 61 e o café fica na Rua Américo de Campos, 118.

Conheça o 89 Coffee Station, onde o café é feito exatamente a 89º, que é a temperatura ideal para ser preparado. Também tem diversas outras bebidas e quitutes para saborear, fica na Praça da Liberdade, 169. Outro muito bacana também é o We Coffee, na Rua dos Estudantes, 24.

Mergulhe na cultura do Museu Histórico da Imigração Japonesa

Endereço: Rua São Joaquim, 381. Horário de atendimento da exposição: De terça-feira a domingo, das 10h às 17h, sendo a última entrada até as 16h. Entrada Gratuita: todas as quartas-feiras Valor dos ingressos em 2024: Adulto: R$ 20,00 Estudantes com carteirinha: R$ 10,00 Crianças de 5 a 11 anos: R$ 10,00 Idosos acima de 60 anos: R$ 10,00

Aproveite a noite na Liberdade

A vida noturna do bairro oferece opções também. Bares como o Isakaya Issa oferecem uma autêntica experiência japonesa com drinques exóticos e deliciosos petiscos. E se você gosta de karaokê, o que não faltam são lugares para se divertir com seus amigos!

Tem muito o que fazer na Liberdade a noite!

Bora lá! Por que visitar a Liberdade?

Este lugar é um pedacinho do Japão em São Paulo e oferece uma mistura única de cultura, gastronomia e história. Agora que você já sabe o que fazer na Liberdade SP, é hora de planejar sua visita e se perder nas ruas charmosas e coloridas desse bairro em sua visita a São Paulo.

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