#Mi mamá: *almost crying*

[bullshit-bulltrue]

sabes que eres latino cuando pensabas que los jalapeños eran pimientos porque la especia no tiene nada en ti 💀

[lewisvinga]

mr & mrs | max verstappen x fem! pérez! reader

summary; max and y/n relationship from engagement to honey moon

fc: threemillion on ig

warnings; mentions of sex lol

notes; latina n pérez reader bc max is for the latinas

masterlist !

liked by maxverstappen1, schecoperez, and 1,022,928 others!

ynperez: knew something was up when he kept begging me to wear white lol

tagged; maxverstappen1

username: what happened to hello? good morning??

maxverstappen1: liefje, you act like i was on my knees

ynperez: might as well have been, ‘babeeee just wear white, nooo pleaseeeee, wear that white dress. babeeeee’

maxverstappen1: not u exposing me under our engagement post 😕

ynperez: to a lifetime of this, max verstappen !

maxverstappen1: gladly, y/n pérez ! ( future verstappen )

maxverstappen1: i love you

ynperez: and i love you

username: MIS PADRESS [ my parents ]

username: screaming crying throwing up

username: that outfit is EVERYTHING

username: the size of the ring? hello??

schecoperez: enhorabuena, hermanita! [congratulations little sister] ❤️ just gotta make sure he doesn’t make you cry or else

ynperez: muchísimas gracias checo💗 [thank you very much] , but i may have cried a wee bit when he proposed 😕

maxverstappen1: a wee bit is an understatement, i was concerned that you were never going to stop crying

ynperez: exposing me under MY own post??

maxverstappen1: karma is my fiancé

liked by ynperez, danielricciardo, 1,234,927 others!

maxverstappen1: partying in mexico is 10x more fun when you’re celebrating your engagement to your fiancé

tagged; ynperez

username: they’re turning him into a mexicano lol

username: mi gente latino✊

ynperez: omggg 2 pics of meeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

maxverstappen1: bc ur soooooo prettyyyyy

ynperez: can’t believe your drunk ass left the party to put on that fuck ass polo

maxverstappen1: it’s for the vibes u wouldn’t get it 🙄🙄🙄

ynperez: engagement parties in mexico>> maxie wasn’t i so smart for planning it 😁😁😁😁

maxverstappen1: ur the smartest person ever liefje

username: can’t tell if i want him or her

danielricciardo: never seen max so smiley in my life before

maxverstappen1: i was feeling like you tbh

username: need y/n’s closet asap

schecoperez: told you partying in mexico is fun😂

liked by maxverstappen1 !

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ynperez: called bae to let him know it’s a girls night only

tagged; lilymhe, carmenmmundt, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, carolamtz1, iamrebeccad, heidiberger_

lilymhe: tell ur ‘bae’ i want you🤤🤤🤤🤤

ynperez: i want YOU🤤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

alex_albon: maxverstappen1 are you seeing this??

maxverstappen1: i just ignore it tbh

maxverstappen1: almost died being away from you

ynperez: u had the babies with you🐈🐈

maxverstappen1: still not the same 💔

username: i’d do anything to party with y/n and the other wags😩

username: she’s an icon and she is the moment

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty pretty girl!!

ynperez: says you!🥹💗

carolamtz1: gracias por invitarme! fue tan divertido!😍😍 [thank you for inviting me, it was so fun]

ynperez: siempre carol❤️💗 [always]

carmenmmundt: george kept asking me what we were doing last night 🤣

ynperez: don’t say a word, girls only 🤫🤫

georgerussell63: BOOOO

maxverstappen1: so i won’t know??

ynperez: girls only sorry bae

username: this comment section is my entertainment of the day😭

username: countdown to verstappen wedding starts now 🧘‍♀️

liked by schecoperez, christianhorner, and 1,653,836 others!

ynperez & maxverstappen1: mr. and mrs. verstappen.

schecoperez: enhorabuena! bienvenido a la familia, max ! [congratulations, welcome to the family] time to learn spanish😂

maxverstappen1: i know how to order tacos in spanish 😌

ynperez: lol barley

maxverstappen1: under our marriage post?

username: my dream wedding

username: mamá y papá

lilymhe: the prettiest bride😍😍😍

ynperez: the prettiest maid of honor 💗

carmenmmundt: ugh the dress , the hair, everything was so😍😍

liked by ynperez !

username: streets are saying there was a banda n everyone was zapateando??👀👀

ynperez: the streets are right! even max, although, white husband cannot dance, i’m working on it

maxverstappen1: i am trying 😔

danielricciardo: really? are you sure??

landonorris: congrats to the happy couple🎉🎊

ynperez: no tears this time?🤔

landonorris: i don’t have a clue what ur talking about 🤨🤨

danielricciardo: the 5 minute long video i have of you sobbing says otherwise 🤗

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, and 1,142,736 others!

ynperez: luna de miel con mi esposo. 🌕🍯💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [honey moon with my husband]

maxverstappen1: te quiero. [i love you]

ynperez: JALDKSDWOF

ynperez: te quiero. ❤️‍🩹

maxverstappen1: chilling w wifey

ynperez: happy wife happy life am i right

maxverstappen1: i do make you very happy indeed 😏😏😼😼😼

ynperez: max stop my brother can see

schecoperez: i wish i didn’t see

schecoperez: y porque publicaste fotos en su ropa interior?🤔 [and why did you post photos in your undergarments]

ynperez: ay, checo, no soy una niña, ya tengo esposo 😝[im not a little girl, i already have a husband]

username: checo being an overprotective brother lol

username: y/n panicking over max typing in spanish is so me

username: them>>

lilymhe: so , when are yall gonna give me a niece, i’m waiting…

maxverstappen1: you have jimmy and sassy😝

maxverstappen1: let me change my response, we’re practicing to make sure we get it right on the first try😆

lilymhe: oh😀

landonorris: i need to bleach my eyes🤢

ynperez: MAX MY DAD AND CHECO CAN SEE THIS😭😭

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry 😁

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[pencopanko]

La Revolución de la Familia Rivera (A Revolutionary Girl Utena-inspired Coco AU)

Summary: Future matriarch Rosa Rivera and her brother Abel are tasked to find their missing musician cousin Miguel and bring him home before music fully corrupts him. But it's easier said than done when it turns out that: 1. Miguel has not aged in four years; 2. Nobody can leave Escuela de la Cruz; and 3. They have found themselves at the center of a family mystery that has lasted for one hundred years. Fortunately, they have their ancestors to guide them, including Mamá Imelda herself! And that one lanky ghost named Héctor who always follows Miguel around.

Stuck in what seems to be some sort of pocket dimension, Rosa and her cousins must defeat a number of duelists in order to solve their family mystery, including de la Cruz's snarky great-great-grandson, Marco. Gifted with Blessings (enchanted weapons) from their ancestors, hopefully they can all break the curse... and trigger a... "Revolution"? Whatever that may be. (Cross-posted from AO3)

PRÓLOGO

Long ago, in a town called Santa Cecilia, lived a family of three. The papá was a musician who dreamed of playing for the world, while the mamá was an aspiring shoemaker who loved music just as much as her husband. They had a small daughter together, and the three of them would sing, dance, and count their blessings.

One day, the papá left home with his guitar. And never returned.

Outraged and heartbroken by his disappearance, the mamá banned music from her family. Nobody was allowed to play music, listen to music, or even hum a single note. She also forbade her family members from even uttering the name of her husband. She considered him dead, and she put up their family photo on their family’s ofrenda with his head torn off. Nobody was to remember him. Ever.

The mamá did not have time to cry, however. She rolled up her sleeves and focused on her shoemaking business, turning it into a family affair. She taught her brothers, then her daughter, then her son-in-law, and then her grandchildren. The business grew and grew, and they became known for making the best shoes in town.

Music had torn the family apart, but shoes put them all together.

That is the legacy of Imelda Rivera. Mother, grandmother, shoemaker.

Music shall never enter our family again, she had decided. But was that really such a good idea?

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30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

It was a night to remember.

After the 21st anniversary of the establishment of Escuela de la Cruz (or De La Cruz Academy, if you are not a native Hispanic), the most famous musician in Mexican history and the namesake of the school himself, Ernesto de la Cruz performed his biggest hits for his beloved students and fans alike. He opened with “El Mundo es mi Familia”, made the crowd clap and sing along with his upbeat songs like "Un poco loco", stunned the audience and even the stage crew with his ballads, and ending with arguably his biggest hit: “Requérdame”.

As Ernesto went up the escalator all the way to the top of the stage just below the bell, everything was going well. The fireworks were shot at the correct time, the dancers were on beat, Ernesto was singing with his powerful vocals, and the crowd was pleased. The skull guitar was shining and reflecting the lights, as if it was celebrating along. Just before he was about to belt out his final note, Ernesto handed over the guitar to a stage crew, as rehearsed.

Unbeknownst to most, except for a small number of people behind the stage, one of the staff was leaning on a lever that controlled the bell. Perhaps it was a slip of the body, or perhaps he was leaning too much on the lever, but it all happened so quickly that some were convinced it was almost as if the musician was somehow cursed.

30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

Ernesto de la Cruz was crushed by a giant bell. There was silence followed by screams of terror and panic. The screaming only got worse when suddenly the concert hall turned dark before anyone could do anything. People were bumping against each other and against furniture, tripping over cables, and the students were rushed out of the arena back to the Academy.

After a staff member was able to turn the lights back on, somehow things took a sharp turn to the mysterious. There was indeed debris atop the escalator where the bell was dropped, but there was no bell. And the oddest thing of all: Ernesto de la Cruz’s dead body was nowhere to be found. Yes, there was blood, but other than that and some tattered fabric, he was nowhere to be seen. The skull guitar had also disappeared.

30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

It was a night to remember. For better or for worse.

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1 de noviembre, 2017. Santa Cecilia.

Not so long ago, there was a young boy. He came from a family of shoemakers who hated music. For as long as he could remember, music was banned from entering the family. Not a whistle, not a tune, not a pluck of a guitar, not a finger tap, not even a hum. His grandmother would even yell at passerby’s who sang outside of their home.

And yet, out of everyone in his family, he was the one who fell in love with the forbidden art. He knew that his family loved him and that he loved them in return, but he too knew that he was different from the rest of them. His love for music was strong enough to the point of creation. He would record himself secretly playing music up in the hidden attic. He would write songs that he would hide in-between his books and other personal belongings in his room and in the attic as well. He even managed to created his own functioning guitar from a broken one he found amongst a pile of trash. All of this he kept a secret, except from his great-grandmother.

And up there in the same attic was also where he kept his stash of Ernesto de la Cruz memorabilia. De La Cruz was his idol, his mentor, his hero. If the boy were a rat in Paris, De La Cruz would be the imaginary chef guiding him everywhere he went. It was through his music and films that the young boy would come to love music himself. Ernesto de la Cruz came from Santa Cecilia, just like he did. He played in the plaza when he was young, just like how the boy wished he could do. He wished to do what his idol did: to seize his moment and play for the world.

Then, on a fateful Día de Los Muertos, the Day of The Dead, he found an opening. Up on top of his family ofrenda was a photo of his great-great grandmother, her daughter (the boy’s great-grandmother as a child), and an unknown man whose head was ripped off of the photo. The family only knew him as their great-great-grandfather, El Músico. The Musician. The man who left his family for music. A Xolo dog whom the boy liked to play with accidentally made the photo fall from the ofrenda, revealing a folded over portion of the photo.

It was De La Cruz’s guitar. A pristine white guitar, as if made out of marble, with a skull headstock and markings at the bottom of its body. There was no other guitar like it! He couldn’t believe it! Ernesto de la Cruz was his great-great-grandfather! With this revelation, he announced to his family that he would become a musician. Alas, his dream was rejected and his guitar was destroyed.

Heartbroken, with only his loyal Xolo at his side and the family photo in his clutch, he ran into the night.

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1 de noviembre, 2021. Santa Cecilia.

Four years has passed since. Miguel Rivera has yet to come home.

[foreveranevilregal]

Can u do a fluffy story of Camilo shrinking and scaring his family? Ps. I found the one where cami walked in on his parents it was funny😂

Yeah! I'm glad you liked the other story, hope you like this one too!

Pepa had just finished washing the Madrigals’ clothes for what felt like the thousandth time that week. Since Julieta insisted that Pepa was not allowed in the kitchen (there had been a disastrous incident once, when she was a teenager…honestly, you burn the arepas once and people never let you live it down), as a compromise, she took care of all the laundry. Sure, it wasn’t her favorite, but at least there was zero chance of anything catching on fire. All she had to do was wash the clothes and hang them to dry. Absolutely no way for that to go wrong.

She set the basket of clothes down on the kitchen table to open the door leading outside. When she turned back around, she thought she saw the clothes rustle, but wrote it off as just the wind moving them around. Basket propped on her hip, she headed out to the clothesline. She pinned the first few pieces of clothing to the line without any problem. But the next time she reached down…

“Ow!”

Pepa froze. There was no way the clothing was talking, right? She couldn’t be that sleep deprived. Yet she definitely heard something speak…and felt it wriggling around in her hand.

“That hurts, mamá!”

Horrified, Pepa lowered her eyes to see her son in miniature squirming around in her grasp, clearly trying to get free. With a bloodcurdling scream, she dropped him back into the basket and jumped backwards. In her panic, she accidentally knocked over the basket, spilling the clean clothes on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to get frustrated. One by one, she picked up the now dirtied garments, muttering a constant stream of words she prayed Camilo couldn’t hear. Speaking of… She’d filled the basket, but he was nowhere to be found. Oh no…oh no, oh no, oh no. Great. First Camilo was tiny, then he disappeared. This was exactly what she needed.

Thoroughly shaken, she walked back inside, slamming the stupid basket on the kitchen table and trying to catch her breath. Clear skies, clear skies… He was tiny, he couldn’t have gotten very far. So he had to be close by. Unless he’d shifted back into his normal size; then he could be halfway across town by now…

Unable to deal with this scenario, she buried her head in her hands and started crying. Which is how the rest of the family found her.

“Pepi? ¿Estás bien, amor?” Félix asked concernedly, resting his hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears. When had he come in? Out of the corner of her eye, she registered that more people were present in the door. Dolores was in front, Julieta with her basket of food next to her. Agustín and Mirabel stood to the side, holding scraps of fabric and spools of thread; Luisa beside them clutching a misshapen lump of a stuffed animal she insisted she only kept because Mirabel had given it to her for her birthday. Isabela was off to the side, casting nervous glances at her while she whispered something to her abuela. All of them bore the same worried expression on their faces. “I…”

“We heard you scream, tía,” Isabela piped up. “All of us. Not just Dolores, you were super loud.”

A glare from her abuela silenced her. “Pepa, hija, what’s wrong?”

Taking shuddering breaths through her tears, she finally managed to speak. “Camilo…he shrank himself until he was the size of my hand, he was in the clothes, but then I dropped him and now I can’t find him!” A fresh wave of tears overcame her. She was such a horrible mother, and now everyone knew.

“Mi vida…he’s right there.” Félix pointed to the side of the basket calmly. Indeed, a trembling Camilo clung to the basket, breathing almost as hard as Pepa.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Pepa scooped him off the basket and deposited him on the table. “Ay, Dios, you scared the daylights out of me.” She placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself. “We thought you were lost somewhere.”

Camilo rubbed his arm, face downcast. “I’m sorry, mamá. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She ran the back of her fingernail over the side of his face affectionately. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” She swallowed. Her heart rate seemed to have returned to normal. “Why did you shrink in the first place?”

Instead of answering, his eyes wandered to the door. He appeared… nervous. He made eye contact with Dolores, then scurried to hide behind the basket, out of her line of sight.

Dolores scowled, crossing her arms and fixing the spot where Camilo hid with a death glare.

From this silent exchange, Pepa had gained a shrewd idea of what was happening. “Okay, well, it’s not important. What is important is that you’re safe and sound. Thanks for checking on us everyone,” she addressed the rest of the family loudly. “We’re okay now, so don’t let us keep you from what you were doing.”

The others nodded with various degrees of unease. Pepa’s tone of dismissal had been obvious, and they filtered out one by one, leaving only Félix and Dolores in the room with Pepa and Camilo.

Félix rubbed Pepa’s shoulders soothingly. “Are you all right now?”

Pepa swiveled her head to face him. “I am, mi sol, thank you.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to rub her shoulders lazily. “Camilo,” he looked down at his son sternly, “you shouldn’t scare your mamá like that. What were you thinking?”

Camilo’s eyes darted over to Dolores, who was still leaning against the doorframe, and shook his head frantically.

Pepa didn’t miss the way Dolores’ eyes narrowed. “I’m sure Milo will be happy to explain.” At his gulp, she added, “To me.” Seeing that no one had moved, she reiterated, “Alone.” Feeling she’d been a bit harsh, she added, “If you two don’t mind. I want to speak with Camilo by myself.”

“Of course.” Félix walked over to Dolores, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go, Lola.”

“But-“ she protested desperately, eyes ping-ponging between her mother and her brother.

“Did you finish your chores?” Félix spared Pepa from having to be the bad guy.

Dolores hemmed and hawed. “Well no, not yet, but-“

“So you should go finish them, yes?” Félix put his hand on her back and ushered her out the door. “Come on, I have to finish mine too.”

She shot Pepa a furtive glance over her shoulder before dashing away.

Pepa gave Félix a grateful look, mouthing Thank you at him before returning her attention to Camilo. “It’s just us now, Camilo. Talk to me.” She moved the basket aside so she could see him.

The seven-year-old groaned. “Ay, mamá. Please don’t yell at me. I know, I know; I wasn’t supposed to use my gift like this, but I had a really good reason, I swear!”

“I would love to hear your ‘really good reason’ for almost giving your poor mamá a heart attack.” She let out an exasperated breath and peered down at Camilo. His size made her feel disoriented. “But can I hear it from normal-sized Camilo instead of tiny Camilo?”

He giggled, and grew back to his normal size. “Okay, mami.”

“There’s my big boy.” Pepa wrapped him in a hug, using her long arms to tickle his sides behind his back.

He erupted in a peal of laughter as she continued tickling him. “Mamiii,” he whined, wiggling around in her arms. “Stop tickling me.”

“Okay, cariño.” She pulled him onto her lap, combing her fingers through his messy curls. He seemed calmer, she observed, relieved. “Can you tell me what happened?”

He fidgeted in her lap. “Do I have to?”

“Well now you definitely have to!”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But please don’t yell at me, mamá,” he pleaded, gripping her arms with his little hands.

“That’s twice now you’ve asked me not to yell at you,” Pepa noted, amusement tinging her words. “Camilo…” she brushed his hair out of his face to look him in the eyes, “were you doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing?”

He huffed in indignation. “Why are you asking me that?”

Pepa stifled what would have been a very ill-timed laugh. Dolores had inherited her father’s sweetness, and a gentle spirit that Pepa didn’t know where she got. Camilo…Camilo was a little spitfire. He was all Pepa. “Because,” she drew out the word, “you wouldn’t be hiding what happened from me otherwise.”

He struggled to work through her logic, but eventually accepted it with a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll tell you, but-“

“I won’t yell at you. I promise, Milo.” She kissed his forehead. “What happened?”

“Okay, so I was in Dolores’ room…”

That beginning did not bode well for the rest of the story. “Camilo...you know you’re not supposed to go in your sister’s room.”

“I know, I know,” he replied impatiently, “but I wanted to see if Dolores was in there.” He paused, eyeing Pepa as if to gauge her reaction.

“Keep going, Camilo.” She gave him permission to continue.

“Well, she wasn’t in there, but I saw a book lying open on her bed and I wanted to see what she was reading.”

Pepa frowned. Camilo wasn’t much of a reader. “Okay…” She waited for him to elaborate.

“I looked inside, and it turned out that it wasn’t a book. Not the story kind, anyway.”

Pepa had a bad feeling where this was going. “Camilo…did you read Dolores’ diary?”

“I didn’t mean to!” He protested. “At first I thought it was a regular storybook, because it talked about knights riding on horses and I wanted to see them fight a dragon, but then it just got mushy. No dragons at all. The knight just got married to a princess and they kissed a lot.” He grimaced.  “And then I turned the page and found out the princess was Dolores!” He made a retching noise.

That…was a lot of information for Pepa to process. “Camilo, you know you shouldn’t be touching your sister’s things. Especially her diary. That’s only for her and no one else.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said too, when she caught me looking at it.” Camilo huddled closer into his mamá. “She was really mad, mamá. And then she said she was going to make me regret it.”

“Oh, Camilo…” She pulled him tighter into her embrace. She really hated when her children fought. Unfortunately, with Dolores getting older, and Camilo still wanting to tag along everywhere with her, it happened more frequently than not. “What happened after that?”

His lower lip wobbled and tears rimmed his eyes. “After that, I ran away from her room and hid so she wouldn’t find me. And I thought it would be easier to hide if I was smaller…”

“Ah.” Understanding dawned on Pepa’s face. “I’m not going to yell at you, mi rayo de sol, but you know you’re not supposed to go into Dolores’ room or touch her things. Don’t do it again, okay?” She wiped away the tear running down his cheek with the pad of her thumb.

“Okay,” Camilo agreed begrudgingly.

Wanting to reassure him, she continued. “But Dolores shouldn’t have said that either. I’ll go talk to her. You don’t have to hide from her anymore.” She swayed him back and forth rhythmically in her arms, like when he was younger. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Camilo seemed satisfied by the resolution. He gave her one last snuggle, then jumped off her lap. “I’m gonna go play with Mateo and Diego,” he informed her, running out of the kitchen.

Guess that was it for their conversation. “Be sure to come back before dinner,” she called after him.

He waved at her in acknowledgement before disappearing over the hill.

Pepa sat back down at the table. Needing to do something with her hands, she began sorting the dirty laundry from the clean clothes. Although she wasn’t pleased about Camilo reading Dolores’ diary, she was intrigued by what he’d found inside. So, Dolores imagined herself as a princess…being swept off her feet by an unknown knight…if he was even unknown. Was it just a youthful daydream? Or was Dolores experiencing her first love? Ay, she thought she’d have more time before her kids got too big, but here they were, growing up way too fast, right before her eyes. She wished they would just stay little.

The shirt she was holding almost slipped out of her hands. Given what had just happened, “little” wasn’t the right word to use. Camilo’s little stunt had taken years off her life.

But she did still wish they wouldn’t grow up so fast.

[chicadesastres]

⭐ PELÍCULAS

⭐ PELÍCULAS

Swallow (2019)

Requiem for a dream (2000)

Gone girl (2014)

▫️Desde mi cielo (2009)

Canino (2009)

The dressmaker (2015)

▫️Rodrick heffley

I origins (2014)

Pur- sang (2017)

Estafadoras de wall street (2019)

Bar coyote (2000)

Boda sangrienta (2019)

La once 27. Ondamedia

Cerca del.horizonte (2019)

Cómo escapar de buffalo (2019)

▫️Wild things 1998

Pride (2014)

Percy Jackson

▫️Las hermanas vampiro (2012)

▫️Beutiful boy (2018)

▫️The basketball diaries (1995)

▫️Christine f (1981)

Almost famous (2000)

Funny games (1997) (2007)

Y tú mamá también (2001)

▫️Call me by your name (2017)

▫️Lady bird (2017)

▫️The craft (1996)

Sensesless (1998)

▫️Big time adolescentes (2019)

American honey (2016)

▫️The love Witch (2016)

▫️Kids vidas perdidas (1995)

Gummo (1997)

▫️Scl punck (1998) 2 (2016)

▫️She's all that

▫️Hackers (1995)

Vacaciones al sol (2001) Olsen girls

How to lose friends (2008) megan Fox

▫️Fashon crimes 2004

▫️Vírgenes suicidas (1999)

American Beauty (199)

Orgullo y prejuicio (2005)

▫️Midsommar (2019)

▫️Lolita (1997)

▫️Ciudad de dios

Vieja escuela (2015) (2018)

Al ritmo de la vieja escuela (2007)

Rocky horror (1975) (2016)

Freak show (2017)

Howards end (1992)

Ghost word (2001)

Fallen/ oscuros (2016)

Fix (2008)

Una oración antes de amanecer (2017)

Woodstock (1970) 99 (2021)

Broken (2012)

Disco pigs (2001)

▫️Secreto en la montaña (2005)

Anna Karerina (2021)

▫️Joven y alocada (2012)

The wrong daughter (2018)

Manic (2016)

Chloe (2009)

Clementine (2019)

The bling ring (2011)

Stolen fron suburbia (2015)

Vikes (2017)

Cassidy way (2016)

10 cosas que odio de ti (1999)

▫️The dirt (2019)

▫️Jennyfer's body (2009)

Weekender (2011)

Boys don't cry (1999)

House at the end of the street (2012)

Desconexión (2012)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Where the heart is (2000)

León (1994)

Closer (2004)

The other boleyn girl (2008) la otra reina

Garden state (2004)

▫️ El ofanato (2007)

Beutiful girls (1996)

Pretty baby (1978)

Pretty woman (1990)

La laguna azul

Developing (1994)

American virgin (1999)

Carrie (1999)

Yo puta (whore) (2004)

Satanás americano (2017)

Spun (2002)

The mysteries of Pittsburgh (2008)

Factory girl (2006)

Nowher boy (2009)

Nowhere (1997)

Sonny (2002)

Sugar & spice (2001)

Song to song (2017)

Viaje a Darjeeling (2007)

True (2004)

Atrapados (2001)

▫️Babyteeth (2019)

How i love now (2013)

▫️Unpregnant (2020)

Atomik Blonde (2017)

Match point (2005)

Dazed and confuised (1993)

Fast times at ridgemont high (1982)

▫️Suburbia (1983)

Fear and loathing in las Vegas (1998)

▫️Transpoting (1996)

Empire records (1995)

Little miss sunshine (2006)

Super dark times (2017)

The clovehitch killer (2018)

▫️Palo alto (2013)

▫️Eterno resplandor (2004)

▫️Easy A (2010)

▫️Tengo miedo torero (2020)

Bloq(2001)

Paradise hills (2019)

Nancy drew y el misterio de Hollywood (2007)

Mean streats (1973)

After (2019)

Una serie de eventos desafortunados (2004)

▫️Slum of Beverly hills(1998)

Mad love (1995)

El lado luminoso de la vida (2012)

The '60s (1999)

La mansión embrujada (2003)

Narnia

Jackie (2016)

Were are the young men (2020)

Skate kitchen (2016) --> Betty (2020)

The wackness (2008)

Una semana en Córcega (2015)

▫️The diary of a teenage girl (2015)

Happie as lazzaro (2018)

Cracks (2000) ▫️(2009)

The talented mister ripley (1999)

The breakfast club (1985)

Voyagers (2021)

Super 8 (2011)

Funeral Kings (2012)

Welcome to the dollhouse (1995)

The lighthouse (2019)

25 watts Uruguay (2001)

Jawbreaker (1999)

▫️Donnie Darko (2001)

▫️American psyco (2000)

Taxi driver (1976)

Ginger snab (2000)

Girl interrupted (1999)

Fredy

▫️The fight club (1999)

Mentiroso mentiroso (1997)

Scream

Terminator

Friday (1995)

▫️Mysterious skin (2004)

The crush (1993)

Speak (2004)

Stick it (2006)

Dude where's My car (2000)

Inside i'm dancing (Amazon) no

Sobrevivir a la muerte (Netflix docu)

The edge of love (2008)

Misfits (2009)

The black swan (2010)

Birdman (2014)

Disobediense (2017)

Vatos locos (1993)

La isla siniestra (2010)

The great Gatsby (2013)

Atrapame si puedes (2002)

Diamantes de sangre (2006)

Pandillas de nueva York (2002)

La playa (2000)

V de venganza (2005)

The boy's life (1993) amazon

Jackie Brown (1997)

Kill Bill (2003)

El efecto mariposa (2004)

Monday (2020)

Betty blue (1986)

Cry baby (1999)

Words in bathroom balls (2018)

Una loca entrevista

Perfect sense (2010)

Career opportunities (1991)

Below her mouth (2016)

Freaks (2018)

Ferris buellers day of (1986)

▫️Mystery train (1989)

The rules of attaction (2002)

The last black man un San Francisco (2019)

The canyons (2013)

María Antonieta (2006)

Mother (2017)

Romeo y Julieta (1968)

Valerie and her week of wonders (1970)

Alicia en el país de las maravillas (2010)

Nocturnal animals (2016)

And then we dance (2019)

I'ami de mon amie (1987)

Wicked city (2015)

▫️Poison ivy (1992)

We need to talk about Kevin (2011)

▫️Heathers (1988) escuela de jóvenes asesinos

▫️Las ventajas de ser invisible (2012)

▫️Once upon a time un Hollywood (2019)

▫️ El gran pez (2003)

From Dusk till down (1996)

Fear street 1994

assasination nation (2018)

Good bye Lenin (2003)

▫️Candy (2006)

Fighting with mi family (2019)

Princess cid (2017)

Look away (2018)

The neon Demon (2016)

Enter the void (2009)

Nightcrawler (2014)

Not another teen movie (2001)

Crossroads (2002)

The lover (1992)

Tart (2001)

D.e.b.s (2003)

Juno (2007)

Heavenly creatures (1994)

Valley of the dolls (1967)

Claire's knee (1970)

Psychout of murder (1969)

Pixote (1981)

Francés ha (2012)

The killing of Two lovers

Mid 90s (2018)

The ácid house (1998)

The king of comedy (1982)

Sobredosis (1986)

Film socialisme (2010)

Bubble dance (2017) riri

Veronika decides to die (2009)

La insoportable levedad del ser (1988)

▫️A los trece (2003)

Fourteen (2019)

Las niñas bien (2018)

▫️This is England (2006)

Mujercitas (2019)

El misterio de los excavadores (2003)

Los juegos del destino (2012)

Yo soy Simón (2018)

Alma salvaje (2014)

Camino salvaje (2007)

Mi primer beso (1991)

Brooklyn (2015)

Going the distance (2010)

White girl (2016)

Isi y ossi (2020)

Amarte duele (2002)

▫️Amores perros (2000)

Odio el amor (2014)

Besos de azúcar (2013)

Cómo agua para chocolate (1992)

Boy Erased (2018)

Knives out

Ruby, la chica de mis sueños (2012)

Show me love (1998)

But i'm a Cheerleader (1999)

Bridge to terabithia (2007)

Padre no hay más que uno

Despertado (1995)

I killed My mother (2009)

Candy (2006)

The dreamers (2003)

Skate kitchen (2018) --> Betty (2020)

Gia (1998)

Practical magic (1998)

The witches (1990)

Valerie and her week of wonders (1970)

▫️The Blair witch project (1999)

The graduate (1967)

Summer of 42 (1971)

Mommy (2014)

Disturbing behavior (1998)

I love You philip morris

bending like Beckham

Life as a house

Modern life is a rubbish (2017)

The dreamers (2003)

Les amants réguliers (2005)

Singles (1992)

Reality bites (1994)

Empire records (1995)

▫️Into the wild (2007)

Malèna (2000)

The crush (1993)

Words on bathroom walls

Control (2007)

Los nadie (2016)

England is mine (2017)

Güeros (2014)

Throw away your books, rally in the streets (1971)

Les amants du pont neuf (1991)

My first summer

Crisis Lily rose depp

Crossroads (2002)

▫️Breakfasf on pluto

Enter the void (2009)

Irreversible (2002)

Climax (2018)

7 días en la Habana (2012)

Love (2015)

Closet monster

Me tonya (2017)

Lost un translation (2012)

House of guchi (

▫️The runaways (2010)

Vigilando a jean seberg (2019)

Anestesia (2015)

K-11 (2012)

The girl next door

▫️Rocketman (2019)

Femme fatale (2002)

Ginger snap

Last night in soho

Starred up 2013

✴️ LIBROS

Matar a un ruiseñor

Las ventajas de ser invisible

Cuando quiero llorar no lloro

Verónica decide morir

La insoportable levedad del ser

Menos que cero de verte Easton ellis

Gente normal- sally roone

Homesick for another Word

Boy's parts

Her body and other parties

Eileen

The Bell jar- Sylvia Plath

Murakami- kafka

Priest de sierra Simone

A good girl's guide to murder

⚡ SERIES

Skam España (2018)

The l Word (2004)

hiGH fidelity (2020)

Unnseen skins

Undeclared (2001)

Genera+ion (2021)

H20 sirenas del mar

Weird city (2019)

Gangs of london (2020)

Misfits (2009) amazon

Six feet under (hbo 2002)

Charmed (1998/2018)

Brujas de east end (2013)

Siempre bruja (2019)

El descubrimiento de las brujas (2018)

Círculo secreto (2011)

Shameless(2011)

In the Vault (2017)

Deadly class (2018)

Pánico (2021) Amazon

Boy's meet the world (1993)

United states of Tara

Cruel summer

Clubhouse (2004)

Community

Shameless

[aeoneri]

[What We Don't See] Chapter 47: Mi Amor, Soy Tuyo, Para Siempre

Summary:

A decade of waiting, a lifetime of new beginnings. Together with their respective families, Bruno and Gabriela prepare themselves for the future that is to be. – Written in Gabriela's and Bruno's POV. – This chapter is inspired by this song: Trío Los Panchos: Aquellos Ojos Verdes

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“Are you ready?” Lucía asks me as she finishes pinning the mantilla into my hair. I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m a little bit older, but wiser. A whole lot more made-up, but still the same. It’s my wedding day. My heart is beating so fast that I almost didn’t hear a word she said.

“Oh, boy, she’s in la-la-land,” Pepa teases. I whip my head to pout at her and she laughs. “Welcome back to earth, sis.”

“Nervous?” Julieta murmurs as she hands me an arepa. “Here, eat this. Trust me, you’ll feel better when you have a bit of food in you. The ceremony can run long, and as much as I love my brother, he’ll panic if you faint!”

“Hey, hey, you three, calm down.” Mirabel laughs. “You’re crowding Tía Gabriela.”

“Ay, but we are her godmothers, Mira." Pepa protests. "We’re looking out for her…”

“I know, Tía Pepa,” Mirabel rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “But I’m the wedding coordinator here, and she’s expected at the church…now.”

I take a quick bite of food and comfort immediately washes over me. “She’s right.” I exhale slowly in between chews. “You guys don’t have to worry. Everything is going to be fine. It’ll be perfect. Thank you for arranging this, even if it was done in a very short time. I’m ready to marry the love of my life…after I finish this arepa.”

Mirabel has an amused smile on her lips while she brushes off the crumbs on my skirt. “I still can’t believe you made this dress, Tía. It’s beautiful. I wish I could sew something like this”

“Thanks, Mirabel. I can teach you next time if you want. I’m just surprised this still fits, even ten years later.”

At that, her voice drops to a whisper. “I’m sorry you and Tío had to wait this long before you’ll get your happily ever after.”

“Hey, Hey…” I squeeze the young girl’s hands in mine. “Mirabel. You don’t have to apologize. No time was wasted. We may have our own things to sort out still and it took long, yes, but your Tío and I are getting married at the right time…because you made it right. For that, I’m grateful. I was right about you from the very beginning. You have a gift. You’re the one who changed the family for the better.” 

She beams at me before her gaze turns into one of horror when we hear thunder. “Oh, Pepa!” Lucía and Julieta groan in unison as Pepa begins to drizzle, bawling her eyes out. “You’ll get Gabriela wet!”

“Good thing I came prepared…” Mirabel quickly opens an umbrella and shields me from the rain just as we hear knocking at the door. “Okay, we’re all good now! Is that you, Señor Álvarez?”

“Yes. Can I come in?” Papá's voice answers from the other side. "We're running a little late."

“She’s all ready, just watch yourself, señor. Tía Pepa’s a little emotional right now.” Mirabel giggles and Casita swings the door open. He walks in and the tears start forming in his eyes when it hits him. 

My heart flutters like a thousand butterflies. 

“Ay, Elitta…” He chokes. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Papá. You look dapper yourself.”

“Of course, I'd want to look my best for my daughter’s wedding…even if I still haven’t forgiven your novio completely. But I can’t complain…he brought you home.” He sniffles. It takes him a while before he can find the right words. “I wish your Mamá is here to see you. She would have loved it.”

“I’m sure she’s here, watching us all,” I murmur. “She always is.”

“That’s true. And she will cry. She had always thought highly of Bruno, and I can see why. He’s brave where it matters despite it all. With family.”

“I know. Don’t worry, he’ll have forever to make it up to everyone, especially me.” I tease and place my hand on my father’s waiting arm. He whimpers, making me fan myself to force my emotions back. Julieta would kill me if messed up my makeup. “Hey, no tears! No tears! I need you to walk me down the aisle, and if you’re a blubbering mess, I would be too.”

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“You’re a little bit antsy,” Julián whispers. We’re all at the church, waiting for my bride to arrive. I fidget while we watch my sobrinos and sobrinas running about, preparing the flowers, the music, helping the guests…

“What if I mess this up?” I answer back, the panic evident in my voice. “What if it doesn’t go exactly as planned?”

“Hey, hermano, you’ll do fine. Just breathe.” Félix urges me. “Deep breath in, deep breath out.”

“What if I suddenly get a vision in the middle of the ceremony…?”

I yelp when Agustín grips my shoulders. “You’re not getting cold feet now, are you?”

“What? No!” I squeak. “I can’t wait to marry Gabriela. It’s…it’s why we arranged this wedding in less than a week!”

“No small feat…” He nods. The three of them raise an eyebrow and quickly turn me around. Félix discreetly hands me a flask. I stare at them incredulously. “We’re in a church.” I deadpan. “I can’t be drinking here…”

“Just a sip to calm you down,” Julián nudges me. “We’ll cover you.”

“I don’t know if you three are good influences or not.”

“We’re your godfathers, and we’re telling you now. This will help.”

I groan. “Fine.” I unscrew the cap and take a quick shot. I wince at the burn. “What’s in here?”

“Aguardiente. What else?” Félix shrugs as he takes the flask off my hands and pockets it just as Dolores walks over. She raises an eyebrow and leers at her Papá but says nothing about the forbidden shot of liquid courage. “Get Tío Bruno ready.” She sternly says. “They’re here.” 

We immediately straighten up. “You can do this, Bruno.” Agustín encourages me just as the music begins to play. “The future awaits, doesn’t it?”

A hush falls over the pews as the door slowly opens. The slight buzz kicks in and my palms sweat. This is it.

And then time stops.

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and an indescribable feeling overtakes me. Gabriela floats down the aisle, an angel…no…a goddess, in white. Our eyes are locked with each other, watching, anticipating. She kisses her father on the cheek when they reach the end, and he hands her over to me.

Everything around us blurs. All I can see is her. I barely miss the knowing look Señor Mauricio gives me. It’s not malicious, and I understand it as a warning. But he doesn’t need to worry, because there is no way in heaven or hell would I let her go again. I would spend all of my life making it up to her, to earn my due.

I love her with every fiber of my being.

Padre Flores begins his sermon, but I’m not listening at this point. With our hands entwined I close my eyes, and sure enough, I get a vision. When I open my eyes again, I see Gabriela with her lips slowly curling up into a smile.

She’s seen it too.

Our future couldn’t get here fast enough.

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text): Aguardiente - a generic term for alcoholic beverages that contain 29% to 60% alcohol by volume. In Colombia, aguardiente is an anise-flavored liquor derived from sugarcane. Padre - Father

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AH I just read your Camilo x short reader one and it was adorable your writing is my favorite thing but it gave me the idea to request a Camilo x a tall reader :))

Camarón

You were six feet tall and super strong. You always got along. Alright, Alright, Oh, you’d pick him up at 8 and and not a minute late. Cause he don’t like to wait. You were kind and ain’t afraid to cry, or treat his mama right.

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Camilo Madrigal was smooth. Camilo Madrigal was confident. Camilo Madrigal was a charmer. Those were the words he was used to hearing from everyone. And he would usually agree. He was smooth. He was confident. He was a charmer.

Until you snatched that title up and held it above him. Literally above him.

He was a bit taken aback by your height but he had found it absolutely stunning. He was a short king just like his father. He wasn’t at all threatened by people taller than him, your boy was secure about himself. You were almost a foot taller, just like how his mamí was with his papí. They were his role models and having him mirror his parents’ relationship with you and him? He loved it. You were caring, so passionate with what you loved, and plus you got him snacks that Tio Agustin would hide away up the cupboards of his Tia Julieta’s kitchen.

And his parents loved you too. You were always so respectful and polite, always happy to help out and calm his mamá down by making her some coffee or fetching her favorite book.

The first time he had met you, he was so sure he would get you to fall first. Yeah he lost that bet he himself had made since he fell for you at first sight. He came out strong, you would say, using every pickup line in the book.

And you laughed. Laughed! At him! At his usually smooth pick up lines!

You had honestly found his flirting endearing rather than flustering. And he swore he would make it his life mission to make you blush. He was sure today was the day.

He reviewed and rehearsed the pick up line he would use so that he wouldn’t fumble.

“Hey,” He clears his throat as he settles by your side, your nose stuck in a book as he moves close. “I heard the air is pretty thin up there, why don’t you lean down and give me a kiss so you can catch your breath?” He would smirk.

Yeah. That was the best he could do. And he was looking pretty confident about it too. He’s gonna write that one down for sure. He expected you to be flustered, act bashful or even shy but what he didn’t expect was you to look up and chuckle, placing your book down and humming softly.

“Y’know the best part about being this tall is that it is easy to see cute boys like you in a crowd.” You had cooed down at him and he swore he felt his heart stop before starting right back again. He sat back in his seat, stammering with his cheeks warm.

And you would chuckle, your laugh making his heart beat faster as you leaned down to press a kiss on his lips.

“Nice try, mí camarón.” You would tease while he huffs up at you. “You gotta try harder than that to reach.. my level.”

You had stifled a laugh at your own joke. Damn you and your charming laugh, your lovable smile, and the eyes that he could get lost in.

“I’ll best you one day, mi amor. I will make you blush.” He declares, the warmth on his cheeks not leaving as you reached down to ruffle his curls.

“I’ll be waiting for a longggg time then, bello.” You taunt him once again, eyes twinkling in amusement as the boy stood up, cheeks burning at the pet name. “I will, you’ll see! You’re cocky now but I’ll get you!”

Camilo had huffed, throwing his hands up in the air like a child did whilst you threw your head back in laughter, continuing to tease him.

Pepa and Felix had watched on with amusement, hugging each other close and smiling softly, remembering themselves in the two of you.

“They’ll make a wonderful addition to the family, wouldn’t they?” Pepa asked, rainbows on the top of her had as Felix had nodded in agreement.

For our tall kings and queens, it was highly requested after the short! reader one so I came to deliver! I hope you guys like it!

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“Pepa?”

Alma’s voice was far away and distant. Pepa didn’t look away from her little boy, her beautiful little niño. Her mother kneeled down besides her, lips flickering into the briefest smile.

“He’s very beautiful,” Alma said, using a finger to stroke his tiny little cheek. “He looks just like you.”

Pepa smiled down at him. He was beautiful. He was perfect. Her little boy was absolutely magnificent.

Alma stretched out her hands. “Do you mind if I hold him?”

Pepa swallowed hard, and the cloud above her started to rumble as she held him closer to her chest. “I'm holding him right now, Mamá,” Pepa told her without looking away from his beautiful perfect face.

Félix rubbed her shoulders, his usual cheerful tone strained with tears he was trying so hard to hide. “Pepi, why don’t you let his abuela hold him for a little while?”

Pepa couldn’t understand why Félix sounded upset. She made him a father, she’d given him a beautiful son that would share his name. Their baby was beautiful, their baby was everything, their baby was perfect.

All except his lips.

Pepa hated her baby's lips.

She hated his deep blue almost purple lips that hadn’t changed shade since Pepa gave birth and his door had faded away to nothing.

But apart from his horrid lips, their son was perfect. Such a quiet boy, not a single peep since Alma placed him in Pepa’s arms a day and a half ago. He wasn’t fussy, he didn’t cry or scream, he just laid there sleeping and content, wrapped up in his soft warm blanket.

He didn’t even mind her rain.

His eyes were sure to be her bright emerald green or Félix’s warm gentle brown, Pepa wasn’t sure. Her perfect little boy wouldn’t open them yet. But either way the color was sure to be far more beautiful than his foul ugly blue lips.

“Let Alma hold him,” Félix tried again. “That way you can get some sleep okay?”

Her bottom lip trembled. Pepa didn’t want to let someone else hold him. But his words made sense. She needed to get some sleep, she knew you had to sleep when your baby was asleep.

That way when he woke up you could be awake with him.

Pepa pressed her lips to her babies forehead before she gently wiped his face free of her tears and rain with her thumb, even willing to clean his horrible blue lips free of what was either a drop of rain or a tear, she wasn’t sure. She adjusted the yellow blanket wrapped tight around him so he would be tucked in nice and warm, and handed him to Alma who cradled him against her chest.

“Hello, mi vida,” Alma whispered, gently rocking him. The old woman closed her eyes, took a deep shaky breath, turned and walked out of the room, the sound of a sob she desperately tried to hide the last sound following the woman as she shut the door behind her.

No… no, she knew it. Pepa knew it, she knew if she let someone else hold him they would take him away.

“Wait…” Pepa whimpered. She threw the blanket off her. She tried to climb out of the bed but Félix’s hand grabbed her shoulder, holding her back from getting up and following her. “Wait, bring- bring him back… Mamá, bring him back!” She let out a sob as thunder crashed and a hurricanes wind began to envelop the Encanto. “Bring him back! Bring him back, Mamá, please bring him back!”

Her body shook with tears and sobs as she curled into Félix’s chest as he held her as tight as he could. “Bring him back! Bring him back! Please bring him back…!”

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Rockabye Baby

@leoisgayforwriting, ta-da hope you enjoy my dude

You held the small boy against your chest, rocking him gently as you petted his curly hair, “it’s ok sol, Mamá will be back soon,” his tiny hands gripped your shirt tighter and you could hear him let out a sob, “shh baby it’s gonna be ok, they’ll find him,” his sobs increased and his face burying deeper into your neck, “shush baby shush, I’m sorry it’s ok, it’s ok,”

“Amor?”

“Felix, how’s the search going?”

“Not good, how’s my little man going,” he lifting the boys face, seeing his freckled face stained in tears, “not good either, you know how he is, such a sensitive little thing,” Felix brushed the hair of the child out of his face, “more like he just has a big heart, you love your tio don’t you Camilo,” he nodded, blinking the tears out of their eyes and trying to suck the snot back up his nose, “I- I- I want Bruno,”

“Oh cariño my baby,” Pepa ran over to you with a rain cloud above her head and her arms outstretched, “mami!” Camilo reached for his mother, almost falling out of your arms as he tried to jump over to her, “calm down big man, we don’t need another disaster tonight,” walking over to the jittering redhead you passed him over to Pepa who was almost choked by the boy wrapping his arms around her neck, her face was just as stained as her son, tears still gliding down her face “are you ok mi luz?” pulling her towards you by the waist you rubbed the small of her back, “I chased him away I know it, I was too cruel to him I, this is my fault,”

“My love you can not blame yourself, we don’t truly know why he left, I’m sure he’ll come back in a day or two and explain everything, and remind you he loves your relationship,” you felt a large hand grip your own, looking down you found Felix now beside you, “mi vida you should get some sleep, we’ll go out to help the others,” nodding you watched her cloud shrink as she kissed Felix on the head, “good night chaparrito,” then shrink even more as she turned to you with her nose pressing to yours, giving you a peck on the lips “good night osito,” telling her goodnight you let her glide out of her arm as she walked towards her room, rocking the small boy in her arms.

“Come, Bruno couldn’t have gotten too far,”

“I’m going to kill that man, hurting my babies for no reason, after he makes Camilo and Pepa happy I’m gonna strangle him,”

“Hey hey hey, no need for strong words, he always has a reason for things like this,”

“NO you just don’t disappear on a night like this, if you want to leave your family do it like a man and not when your family is concerned and trying to help your sobrina,” he held your cheeks in his large hands, directing you towards him,

“(Y/N) my love shush, breath,” letting him pull you down into a quick hug he began whispering into your ear, “I get it, you’re angry and it’s fine that you are but we can’t kill Bruno, imagine how Camilo would feel,” pulling away you let a heavy stream of air blow out of you nostrils while rolling your head, looking back down at your partner, you struggled to ignore him but the moment you looked at him and saw that sweet smile you caved, your shoulders dropped and you begrudgingly smiled back at him, “there’s my sweet man,” giving your knuckles a kiss he pulled you towards the front doors with your hands still entwined “I’m still going to beat the shit out of him for making Pepa cry,”

“I know amor, I know,”

[pengychan]

[Encanto] Mirror Image

Summary: The morning after receiving his Gift, Camilo gets a little carried away in front of his grandfather's portrait. Characters: Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal Rating: G

A/N: This idea hit me the second I finished watching Encanto and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, so here we are.

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Camilo meant no harm. He never does.

He gets carried away sometimes, that is true - and sometimes it upsets his mamá, so he tries to hold back in her presence before a cloud can form - but he never means harm. He just doesn’t think a lot.

And that day, the morning after being bestowed his very own Gift, he wasn’t thinking at all. He bounced down the steps, changing appearance at each bounce, growing accustomed to the stretch in his bones and muscle and sinew - a strange sensation that tingled rather than hurting. 

He was his papá. Bounce. He was his mamá. Bounce. He was Dolores - now he was prima Isabela - now he was prima Luisa.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.  

He was prima Mirabel, and tía Julieta, and tío Augustín--

“Hola, Abuelo Pedro!”

With one last bounce, Camilo came to stand before the portrait on the landing and grinned up at it. Unmoving as always, unlike Casita, but he was still very much part of the family and they made sure to greet him every morning. It always felt as though those kind eyes were saying hello right back.

Camilo willed himself to change again. In the blink of an eye he stood taller, grinning at his grandfather from his own face. He struck a pose before the portrait as though looking at a mirror, stroking the goatee on his face with a much bigger hand than his own. 

“My, aren’t we looking handsome toda--”

Crash.

The sound of something crashing on wooden boards caused Camilo to startle and look up, the grin dying on his face. On top of the stairs was Abuela Alma, hands still in mid-air, the cup she had been holding shattered on the steps - but it wasn’t the mess that struck him the most. 

It was the expression on her face, the slack jaw and wide eyes, the downturned eyebrows and the way her lower lip seemed to tremble. 

No, it cannot be, Camilo thought. Abuela doesn’t cry. Abuela cannot cry. Mamá cries sometimes, but not Abuela. Not ever. Not because of me.

“I-- I’m sorry, I--” he called out, holding out a hand, and it was a mistake; he only realized as much when a voice that was not his own rang out, one she had not heard in forty years.

“Pedro…” 

Abuela’s voice came out as little more than a choking noise, and for a horrible moment it looked like she was about to collapse. Casita moved quickly, though - a flurry of shifting floorboards and a chair was suddenly behind her. Abuela fell back on it, a hand covering her mouth, and Camilo changed into his real shape so quickly it made his head spin a little. 

I can’t make her cry!

He ran up the stairs to her, guilt and panic gripping his stomach and throat. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he cried out, grasping her shawl and looking up at her. “I’m sorry-- I was just-- please don’t cry!”

“Camilo? Is that you?”

“What is it? Did something happen?”

A few doors were opening, but Camilo barely heard them. He watched as his Abuela looked down at him, comprehension dawning in, and finally drew in a long breath, shutting her eyes. She lowered the hand at her mouth, and let it rest on Camilo’s head. When she exhaled and opened her eyes, she looked normal again. Or almost normal. Just… a little distant. 

“Mi corazón,” she said quietly, her voice almost back to normal. “Promise me you’ll never do that again.”

Camilo, who’d made that promise before she even asked, immediately shook his head. “Never ever ever,” he promised, and finally his Abuela smiled a little, stroking back his hair. 

“... Very well. Clean up the spill, please,” she said, and that was that. When others asked she would tell them she had simply dropped the cup when Camilo startled her, and no more questions were asked. 

By the time Camilo returned with a dustpan and rags, everyone was back to their daily chores; Abuela did not bring up the incident again that day, nor any day after that. One could say it was all forgotten about, except that of course it was not. Camilo would never forget the promise he’d made his Abuela, nor the one he made himself.

He was never going to make anybody sad ever again.

***

"My primo Camilo won’t stop until he makes you smile today!" -- Mirabel Madrigal

[alyyxisplutoo]

[ The Guzmans ]

Camilo x reader (gender neutral reader)

— With Dolores' and Mariano's wedding just a week away, Dolores tries her best to keep her head in the game and mind void of any possible distractions leading up to her big day; unfortunately for Camilo, that means he has to step aside for a bit. But lucky enough, Mariano has a younger sibling his age— who he realizes is just as hopelessly romantic as their brother.

— ☕ pt. 1 (really long lmao stay safe yall)

Spirits were high in La Casa Madrigal, of course, why wouldn't they be? Mariano had proposed to Dolores mere weeks ago, and already everyone has gotten to planning the wedding day. Pepa has definitely been in a wonderful mood, with the exception of a few gray clouds from time to time— the sky had been an astonishingly bright hue of blue. Camilo would know, for he had been laying in the same spot on the roof for the passed few hours now, staring blankly into the same sky blue abyss.

"Have you decided what veil you'd like to wear yet? The angel-cut would look absolutely maravilloso on you, mi hija. " Camilo can practically hear his mothers smile through her voice, and for a moment he swears the most vibrant rainbow streaks across the great blue; it makes him exhale softly, a smile stretching across his lips.

Dolores giggles, "Not yet, Mama, I do want to help out with the prepping before I get my hopes too high. "

"There's no need for you to worry about that, the whole familia is preparing to make your big day perfect. All I want you to do is relax, take it easy. Y'know, your papá and I married in a hurricane. " Pepa smiles sweetly, holding her daughters hands closer to her chest as she reminisces over one of the most beautiful— and stressful —days of her life.

"Yes, you've only told me a few hundred times. " Dolores laughs, making her mother smile much brighter than before.

"Ay, mi niña hermosa, you've grown so much— so fast. " Pepa's hands frame Dolores' round face, mushing her cheeks together as she admires her beautiful daughter. It felt as if just yesterday had Dolores been born, now she was soon to be wed.

"My beautiful baby girl! " Pepa cries, wrapping her arms so tightly around Dolores, she's almost certain she's going to faint from lack of oxygen. Her hands brace her mother's back, smiling into the hug as Pepa whispers so many proud words to her daughter.

At first, Dolores doesn't mind the hug, that is— until she feels a water droplet fall onto the bridge of her nose. Her eyes open, realizing a rather large cloud had taken form over above her wonderful mother's head. Just then, does Pepa start to weep into the crook of Dolores' neck, wetting her with tears of happiness as her cloud begins to expand.

"Uh, mamá— "

"Just a little longer, mi Cariño. "

"You, you— "

"I love you so, so so much! " Pepa's grip tightens, a physical strength Dolores didn't even know her mother possessed sending a stiffening wave to her spine, an audible pop can be heard and she squeaks— the crack leaving her confused yet relieved.

Nothing leaves her lips for a moment after that, having been left briefly stunned by her mother's brute strength. A slight drizzle, then a slight sprinkle as Pepa continues to cry into her daughters skin.

Suddenly, Félix turns the corner and walks in on the sight. Taking into account the growing cloud over his wife's head, he almost immediately takes action.

"Mi amor! Careful, we don't want Dolores getting sick only a couple of days before her wedding day." Félix peels his wife from his daughter, it takes a moment, considering Pepa had really latched herself onto Dolores. But, as soon as the two are separated, Pepa takes a moment to wipe her tears and clear her cloud before approaching her daughter one last time.

"You make me so proud, mi hija. I'm so happy that my beautiful daughter has decided to marry such an.. uh— " There's a moment of struggle as Pepa tries to pick; or maybe even think of something Mariano has in common with her baby girl, Dolores.

She waits expectantly, excited to hear exactly what her mother thinks of Mariano. Other than a few family dinners and visits to see Dolores, Pepa and Félix can't recall a single conversation they've had with him that didn't somehow involve himself. Not to say he is self absorbed. In fact, he's rather far from it. They knew the night he came over to propose to Isabela that he was definitely the timid type, but wasn't necessarily one to show it.

Maybe it was his bulk, the height and build of the man— but Mariano was definitely a strange fellow as much as he was a hopeless romantic.

Camilo snickers from above, watching as his mother intertwines her finger into her long ginger locks as she attempts to think of a single flattering thing to say about Mariano; that didn't involve his body.

Camilo knows about Mariano as much as Pepa & Félix do; close to almost nothing at all. Although, that doesn't necessarily stop him from jumping down to the railings and climbing his way up to the top floor to do what he does best, charm and entertain (with a hint of distraction this time around.)

"A strong young man! " Camilo finishes for his mother, morphing into the groom to be and flexes his biceps, sending obnoxiously exaggerated air kisses Dolores' way.

She rolls her eyes, her hands finding their way to her hips.

"With such ama~zing hair, " Camilo continues, pulling a hand mirror out of god knows where to brush his (more like Mariano's) hair through with his fingers.

"And his uh— " Camilo pauses, then suddenly whips around behind Dolores. "Amazing dance moves? "

Out of nowhere does he take his sisters hand into his, and spins her around once, twice— maybe five times before stopping her, leaving her dizzy, dazed and the slightest bit irritated. She's close to tripping over herself and face planting into Casita's tiles, until Mariano; the real Mariano comes up from downstairs and catches her in his arms.

"Dolores? Are you alright? " Helping her to her feet, Mariano takes her hand into his and keeps her stable.

"Eh, uh— sí! Just Camilo, doing his thing. " Still appearing as Mariano, Camilo bows to the real Mariano and laughs before shrinking back into himself.

Mariano chuckles, turning away from the shapeshifter and towards Pepa and Félix instead.

"Hm, Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal— "

"Please, Mariano; you do know you can call us by our first names. "

Mariano pauses. "Right. "

"Señora Pepa, Señor Félix; I'm extremely grateful for all the help you've given us over these past few days— grateful for your daughters hand in marriage. I feel like I need to thank you, properly, so please, let me treat you two. " Pepa and Félix stand taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to say since this had definitely come out of nowhere.

"That won't be necessary, Mijo, really— "

"I'd love to. " Camilo buts into the conversation, dramatic and theatrical as if he had just been asked on a date. He snickers under his breath.

Mariano pauses, "Actually, I meant uh— meant your parents. "

"He's just messing with you, amor. " Dolores pats her fiancé's arm, reassuring to him that her little brother was only playing. Which wasn't necessarily true.

Camilo had been looking for a reason to hang out with his sister all week, but despite his efforts; he's already been told countless times to 'step aside' and 'not to cause any more trouble.' To 'go somewhere you're needed.' Dolores has always been soft spoken, so being on the receiving end— or let alone simply witnessing her lose her cool these past few days definitely wasn't pretty.

It's one thing her and Pepa had in common, they both don't stabilize well under anxiety.

As the soon to be married couple and adults talk, Camilo slowly fades away into the background. He didn't want to end up on his sisters bad side again, for about the third time today— regardless of if he was only trying to help out or not. Camilo Madrigal is charming and entertaining— it's two things he's always been good at. All in all, he has been trying to open up some time to get a laugh out of Dolores, but it seems she's too busy to even tell him how he can help out; properly.

He mopes around near the balcony aside from his parents for a while, cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he daydreams about nothing special in particular. The only thing that snaps him from his mind is Dolores, who walks up to him with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Mariano and I are taking Mama and Papa out for a while. I know you've been so bored recently, and I haven't really been the best hermana to you, " There's a brief moment of silence. Camilo doesn't bother to initiate eye contact, because he'd rather fake being angry with her than let her see exactly how he'd been feeling.

Bored, neglected, in the way— a little useless if he was being completely honest with himself.

"Mariano has this little sibling. You've probably met them out in town, Y/n Guzman? If you want something fun to do, maybe try talking to them. " Camilo lifts his head, his eyes flickering to Dolores for just a moment before down to the centre isle of La Casa.

Silence.

Dolores exhales softly, "Think about it, " Oh, he was.

Of course, he wouldn't leave before her because he still wants her to think he's angry with her. A little fairplay payback, if you'd insist. So, as soon as his parents, Dolores and Mariano are out the door, he leaves only seconds later to the Guzman's.

—

Knock knock*

Camilo's knuckles tap lightly on the wooden door of the Guzman's home. He stands outside for a moment, fidgeting with himself as he waits for someone to answer the door.

"Un momento! " An unfamiliar voice says from inside the house, then a rather loud clatter follows suit. An echoey thump* rings for a moment, the string of guitar strings stretching on into the air.

Camilo winces at what sounds like someone falling, "Take your time! " He hollers out, curling his finger into his curls; a habit he picked up from his beloved mother.

Not a minute later does the door knob start to shimmy, and soon someone opens it. Who Camilo expects to be a child behind the thick piece of wood, turns out to be someone who looks to be around his age.

"Ah, Camilo Madrigal, what a surprise. " He's stunned, suddenly at a loss for words. His hand falls from his hair and to his side; eyes wandering from their lidded e/c coloured eyes to the freckles speckled across their nose bridge and cheeks. Camilo takes note of the various beauty marks, but there's one just under their lip he can't seem to take his eyes off of.

Abruptly, he unwillingly snaps himself out of his stunned haze.

"Eh, uh— Y/n Guzman, correcto? " Y/n nods.

"Sí, it's nice to finally meet you, Madrigal. Mariano talks about you quite a bit. "

Camilo quirks an eyebrow, "lo hace? "

"Sí, él lo hace. Mariano tells me about your gift and how much you like to joke around. " Y/n pauses for a moment, reaching behind the door frame and retrieving a guitar, looking rather scratched— and missing a chord.

"I was actually about to head up to La Casa Madrigal. I've seen the family around town, but not everyone gets the chance to talk to them considering how busy they used to be. " Taking a glance at their guitar, Y/n clicks their tongue and takes a few steps back inside their home— they signal for Camilo to follow.

He does so, slowly making his way throughout their home as to admire all the framed photos hung up on the wall, artistic pieces as well. The floor, made up of foundation and acrylic matted white tile. The main area was almost the size of Casita's, vaces filled with all different types of floral, rested upon cabinets and dressers. Curtains draped over the entrance to what Camilo assumed is the kitchen, beautifully woven and coloured a deep velvet red with gold accents. Just a few feet away, a short flight of stairs leaving up to the second floor.

"What brings you to La Casa Guzman, Madrigal? " Y/n jokes, making their way up the stairs as Camilo follows behind, fiddling with his Ruana.

"Dolores sent me. Para ser honesta, I thought she was sending me to babysit. I didn't know Mariano had a sibling my age. " He smirks, entering Y/n's room right behind them and leaning against the nearest thing, their dresser.

"Aw, did I disappoint you? " All very comfortable, Y/n let's a small laugh slip as they fall back onto their bed, resting their instrument on the bed sheets.

Camilo crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side at their lighthearted and comfy persona. Typically, girls Camilo's age would fluster with just a glance, and guys? They'd almost do the same. It was what he was used to. Born a charmer, Camilo could probably walk up to a woman his age on the street and ask her to marry him and they'd say yes.

Camilo snickers, "Not at all. "

Y/n reaches into the drawer on their nightstand, pulling out a box of guitar strings. They nod Camilo over and pat the spot next to them on the bed; he sits, quick to make himself comfortable.

It takes no longer than a minute or so for Y/n to install the new chord onto their guitar, and with a few strums and a little tuning, their guitar was back to (almost) new.

"You play? " Camilo asks, he internally burns himself though. He couldn't have thought of a stupider question to ask, 'of course they play, they wouldn't have a guitar if they didn't.'

Although, it seems to go over Y/n's radar. Obviously, they seem a little more interested in settling their guitar on themselves in a comfortable position rather than nit-picking everything Camilo says.

"Mhm," They pause, turning to Camilo.

"Y'know, " They start, "You strike me as an Jota type of guy, " Their fingers brush along the guitar strings.

"Or maybe not, Jota's a little too formal for you isn't it? Fandango? You seem a bit theatrical. " Camilo's smile falls, and suddenly he's stuck in that daze once again. His eyes watch as Y/n's fingers strum their guitar individually, then all at once, then one after the other. Slow, then vastly paced— then slow again.

"Or maybe Flamenco? Fast, slow, graceful, flamboyant— intimate. " Camilo's face grows hot, unsure if he was simply being read like a book, or being flirted with. Regardless of which, Camilo was enjoying it rather equally.

"That's it, " Y/n smiles smugly, absolute charisma radiating off of them. So much in fact, Camilo wonders if he was charismatic at all compared to them. "Energetic, unpredictable. Beautiful art form, really. " Their fingers start to strum the guitar rather quickly.

'Me or the dance, ' Camilo wondered silently, eyes on Y/n's fingers which slid from string to string, playing chord to chord, their hands working absolute magic on the instrument.

They laugh, "ah, sí! " A few more strums.

"Flamenco suits you quite well, muy romántico. " They laugh, teasingly, and Camilo laughs as well, mirroring Y/n's smile.

Their fingers fall from the chords, ending the song in such a graceful way, Camilo almost feels absolutely strarstruck.

There's a moment of silence, then suddenly, Y/n lifts their guitar from their lap and hands it to Camilo, who at first doesn't take it.

"Qué hay de ti? " Camilo looks up.

"Do you play? "

Camilo shakes his head, "Ah, no. Y'know, I was born an entertainer but never like that. " He chuckles.

"Have you ever tried? " Y/n pushes, placing their guitar in his slim hands. He takes it, hesitantly at first, before resting it over his thigh.

Camilo shakes his head once again, seemingly unable to speak.

"Here, " Y/n starts once more, taking Camilo's hand into theirs gently and placing it correctly over the handle, bending his fingers to the needed positions. But, Camilo can hardly pay attention— all he notices is how soft your hands are, but how tough the tips are as well.

Once they finish correcting his finger placement; Y/n waves him to go on.

"Go ahead, strum. " Camilo looks down at his fingers, his hand resting in a position that couldn't be any more uncomfortable. Hesitantly, he brings his thumb up to the top chord and drags it throughout the rest, the frequency sending a vibration throughout his hands.

The strum sounds perfect, almost. It echoes throughout the bedroom for a moment, then leaves comfy silence in its place once it's gone.

"Perfecto, " Y/n sends Camilo a hand signal, pointer and thumb joining to make a circle.

Camilo smiles, "Perfecto, " He repeats, and just like that, the day takes off without anyone else.

Camilo and Y/n stay in the bedroom for the rest of the day, enjoying each others newly found company. Spending their time getting to know each other, talking about their families— Dolores and Mariano —music, mischief, Camilo's gift. The day passes, flying by in a flash and before they both know it, the sun starts to set beyond the Encanto's horizon.

"Holy crap, you really do look like me. " Y/n stands, taking in the sight of Camilo— or more like another them, in their bedroom.

"Did you have any doubts? " He laughs.

Y/n shakes their head, "Well no, I've seen you do it before. But when it's you, like, you— me, it's a lil' freaky. " They snicker, Camilo flipping back into himself.

"Camilo! Your mother and father want you home before dark. " A voice erupts from downstairs, a voice that Y/n and Camilo almost instantly recognize as Mariano.

"Ah, " Camilo glances towards the bedroom window, realizing time hadn't any intentions of waiting on him as the sun starts to dip in between the distant mountains.

"It's time to head back, Camilo! " Dolores' voice calls from downstairs, suddenly making Camilo panic.

"Ahí voy! " He hollers, gathering himself before making his way towards the door, but before he leaves, he turns back to Y/n. "I'll see you.. tomorrow? "

"Sure, " They nod.

He smiles with contentment, opening the door and stepping out, but not before he can say one last thing.

"Come by Casa Madrigal, and bring your guitar— I'm sure mi Mami would love to hear you play. " Camilo, effortlessly and out of nowhere, sends Y/n a wink and his award winning, charmful smirk.

Y/n smiles back, "Sure thing— "

"CAMILO " Camilo groans, throwing his head back dramatically before turning on his heels of his feet.

"Ay, ahí voy! Can't even say bye to anybody these days. " He makes his way down the stairs, muttering the last part to himself as his voice— to Y/n —fades back down the hallway and out the door.

Y/n snickers to themselves, placing their guitar near their nightstand as they lay back onto their bed, stretching across the bedsheets before placing their arms under their head. They start to daydream; their eyes boring into the ceiling just as much as it bore into them— and just like that, Camilo Madrigal and Y/n Guzman had started a relationship destined to last a lifetime.

Or at least, that's what they hope.

— ☕

(Eyes heavy fingers weak fr)

[rhysepoof]

His Sunshine

Bruno x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,302

I dunno whoever will read this or if anyone even will, but I felt like writing something to get me to relax. So I wrote a little thingy. It's got some angst, but not too too much.

But if you guys do like it, I could write some more. <3 Muchas gracias and enjoy!

“You know Bruno, you should smile a bit more, it really suits you.”

She was his sunshine in the darkness. She lights up the room with her smile and laughter, making him think that there was an exception to the magic that created this paradise. That it gifted another person with the power to bring joy to anyone she encounters. But the magic didn’t, she was just a normal person with a heart of gold, according to him.

“Come dance in the rain with me? Por Favor?”

When she smiles like that around him, it feels like no matter what the weather it truly is, he only feels the warmth and sunshine from her. She was not like Pepa, who can control the weather, from rains and hurricanes to sunshine and rainbows. But, as he takes hold of her hand that she extended towards him, as she leads them into a sweet dance, he knows that if he stands by her side, all he feels is warmth and sunshine inside himself, even though his clothes and skin say otherwise.

“Ay pobrecita, Mamá is just preparing your food niña, its okay, your favourite tía is here mi amor.”

“Hush now mija, it’s just a little scratch! Pain, pain, go away! Poof!”

With her soft, gentle words and her cooing, her little niece stops crying almost immediately in her arms. A child who scraped their knee would slowly stop crying after she tends to their wound, making small jokes that make the child giggle. Although she cannot heal anyone like his sister, Julieta, can with her food, she heals them with the kindness in her heart. He smiles gently at her, knowing she would make an amazing mother in the future.

“Papá let me help you lift that; you’re not getting younger you know! I don’t want you getting hurt!”

Always ready to lend a helping hand, especially to her loved ones, or to anyone who needs it. She is the only child in her family, so as she grew up, she would do more heavy lifting to help her parents. From the yard work to the housework, she would always use her beautiful hands to help. She may not be as strong as Luisa, but she would always try her best to help as much as she can, even if it did end up getting callouses over her once delicate hands. Those hands that he loved to hold and have run through his hair.

“It’s time for the flowers in our backyard to bloom, want to help me trim some to decorate your room?”

“Hehe, girls aren’t the only ones who can have flowers in their hair, you look muy guapo.”

Like he said before, she helps in the yard work at her house, she tends to her family’s enormous garden, having many vegetables and flowers growing there. Each item handled and tended to with the utmost care. She may not be Isabela, who can make plants grow with the flick of her hand. Her garden takes time to grow, but that’s what’s beautiful about it. You can see how much care is placed in it. Whenever she walks to her flowers, they seem to come to life at the sound of her voice. He blushes as she takes a carnation from the bouquet she was holding, placing it in her hair. Then, doing the same to his.

“You know… If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, alright? I’ll always listen to your problems Bruno. You don’t have to talk right now; I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

It was after she found him crying by the creek, he had another bad vision, another complaint, another person to hate him. But she never hated him. She was always there to listen to his problems. Soothing him with some tea and cookies, giving him a comforting hug. She isn’t Dolores, she can’t hear a pin drop from a mile away, but she listens. She listens. That’s all he could ask for. A listener and a shoulder to lean on.

“Rosa, Maria, Pablo, Chico, meet Bruno. Bruno, meet my children.”

There were four animals in beside her. Two female cats and two male dogs. They were strays, but she takes care of them basically adopting them as her children. But since her parents won’t allow pets in the house, she asks for his help in taking care of them. She understood them well, despite not being like Antonio, who can speak to animals, almost like she can read them without having any verbal chatter. Eventually though, her mother’s allergies worsened due to the cat and dog dander on her, so she must send them away. Luckily, a little birdie helped them find a new home in La Casa Madrigal with the youngest of them all, more than happy to have more animal friends to play with. She still visits occasionally when she can.

She was so wonderful, so perfect. He loves being in her presence. He loves how she smells like sweetness and happiness. How she always knows what he needs, the right words to make him feel better about himself.

“But! Emilia was too far into the woods! She could no longer tell which way was which, and the darkness was going to consume her! Oh, whoever would help her!”

“I will! Julio the brave! I shall save you, my princess!”

The village’s children especially love to listen to her tales. Carefully spun to capture the young minds, making them want for more of the story. She waves her hands making grand gestures, making voices and faces to each different character or animal in the story. She may not be like his sobrino Camilo, who can easily shapeshift himself into any person he wants to, but she weaves her stories, and her presence could rival him. Heck, maybe he should write a telenovela with her sometime.

“Feliz cumpleaños Bruno! I hope you like it”

A memory from his birthday long ago. She had given him a notebook, handmade from cover to cover, the pages made from recycled paper, with tiny flecks of dried flowers in them. The spine, gently bound together by stitches, from green thread. The cover was leather, with his name embedded into it, and had an hourglass in the middle of it. The perimeter of the cover had vines. Beautifully framing in the centerpiece. He loved it more than anything. She was amazing with her crafts, each stitch and step carefully done. Like Mirabel, she was able to bring the perfect gift to the receiver.

They were always close as children, through their tweens, their teenage years and into adulthood, they were close friends, but it was just that. Just friends. Bruno could never muster up the courage to ask her out. It didn’t help that as his gift became a bad omen to the village, so did his reputation gain a bad rap.

Who would want to date you, Bruno? You’re a bad omen, the black sheep of the family. Your gift is useless, and it would be better for her if you stay away.

So, he tried. And yet, she still went against the flow. She constantly visited him and tried to talk to him.

“Bruno, we’ve known each other since we were children. You’re my best friend and I would never change that.”

Oh, how we wanted to change that. He wanted to be more than that. But he is not willing to subject her to the embarrassment of dating the cursed Madrigal. But this is fine. He may not have her to love and to hold. But she is still in his life, nonetheless. He may not be able to call her his. But that was fine. If he can keep his sunshine safe from peril, harm, and shame. Her friendship was the best he could ask for.

When he disappeared into the walls for 10 years, it broke his heart to only see her from a distance occasionally, during parties in the house and when she would deliver something to the home.

What broke his heart even more is the fact that, three years into his disappearance, there was news she was engaged. It was heart wrenching. They weren’t even dating. But hearing his crush of many years, who was so close to him before, just within reach of his hands…Slipping away from his grasp.

That night, when he heard the new from his hidden room behind the walls, he cried. Not too loudly so as to wake everyone else in the casita. Weeping for his love. The love that he could never have. He cried in anger, for his cowardice and not asking her to be his. He wept for a life of joy that he could never have with her. He will no longer be in the narrative of her story; he will just be on the outside of it. Watching as his sunshine strays further away, leaving him in the darkness and the cold.

Weeks later, it was their wedding. The Madrigals were invited of course, and he was half glad and half sad that he couldn’t be there. He was sad that he couldn’t be there to see her, radiant and beautiful in that dress of hers. He was sad that it wasn’t him at the end of that altar, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. He was sad that it wasn’t him she would look at lovingly, that it wasn’t him who would vow to love her, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part. He was destroyed that the person that she would say ‘I do’ to was not him, it was some other guy. But he was glad. Glad that she could live a happy life, without the burden of his existence, glad that she found a man to make her happy and provide for her. Glad that he wasn’t there to see you taken away from him.

He was a catholic. He believed in a god. The night before the wedding, he prayed with all his heart and soul. It was selfish. But he hoped that said God would hear him out. He prayed, hoping for a second chance. Hoping that the wedding wouldn’t go through, hoping that he could see her and tell her how he feels. Por favor he pleads between sobs. He can’t have it be this way. It was selfish, yes, he knows. But he knows in a world without his sunshine, he would rather die.

She was his sunshine in the darkness. The light of his life. The warmth and joy that he needs, more than breathing. She was his only sunshine who brought him happiness despite the grey clouds in the sky. She may not know how much he loves her, but if there is a god, may he be given a second chance.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

And it would seem that said selfish notion was granted. The wedding was a disaster. He had heard of runaway brides, but he never expected that his beloved sun was the one to be left on the altar. The groom never showed.

He celebrated on the inside, but he heard her sobbing and crying. The Madrigals brought you into their home, their kitchen and he could see her, though her makeup was running, he could see her in her dress. It was beautiful. How could that man break her heart like this? Oh, how he wanted to hold and comfort her, but he can’t.

Then, the years passed. The casita crumbled. Mirabel went missing and came back. The casita was rebuilt but he never saw her.

After months of things returning to normal, he started watching you from afar, still scared of being near you and hurting you.

“Mijo, you know…If you wait any longer, she might get swept away from you. She almost did, don’t let her slip through your fingers again.”

It was his mother. Snapping him out of his daydream as he watches you from afar, entertaining the children with your stories.

“But mamá I don’t know what to say to her! What if I just creep her out or scare her away?”

He retorted, only to be met with a sigh and a hand on his shoulder.

“Brunito, she would never hate you. She’s too kind to even think of hating you, why don’t you go and freshen up?” she suggests.

“I would also say put your hair up, like in a ponytail. She likes her men with long hair in ponytails, I heard her tell her friends a week ago. Thinks it’s really cute.” chimes Dolores, who was listening from behind them. Holding a cup of tea in her hands.

He leapt up in surprise at his sobrina, he didn’t even notice she was there.

“And is there anything else your tío needs to know Dolores?”

“She’s going for a walk by the creek around sundown, it’s going to be a clear night. No rain. Perfect for a confession.” She takes a sip of her tea.

With a glance at his mother and sobrina, he lets out a deep sigh and starts heading upstairs to freshen up.

After a nice shower, he dried his hair, putting it in a nice ponytail. Putting on the best clothes he had, he debated wearing his ruana, but it was so old and was lightly tattered at the ends.

Knock, knock, knock

“Tío Bruno, I made you something” it was Mirabel.

He turned to see her holding a green piece of fabric in her hands and took it. It was a new ruana. With more intricate details. Lines, dots, hourglasses, and small rats were on it now. It was beautiful. He hugged his niece, muttering many ‘thank you’ s.

“Alright tío, go and get her!” she gives him a firm pat on the back.

He then starts to head downstairs and out the door.

“Oh, Tío Bruno! You might want to give her this!”

A female voice pipes up before he leaves. It was his sobrinaIsabela, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers. Wrapped by their stems in a bow, that was her favourite colour. She walked over to her tío, giving him the bouquet.

Grasping it gently in his hand, he says a thank you and turns around to walk to the creek as the sun was slowly setting down.

Minutes pass before he arrives there, and he realizes that he didn’t know what to say at all. He stops dead in his tracks. Starting to panic and haphazardly planning out what to say to her. Is he going to be suave? No, that’s not his style. Maybe he can have Hernando, do it? He isn’t scared of anything after all. But then it won’t feel the same. Agh! Why is it so confusing!

“Bruno? Is that you?”

Her voice derails his train of thought. He turns around and sees her in a beautiful dress, that compliments her features, with her hair in a style she never usually wears unless it’s a special occasion. She was breathtaking. He was speechless.

“I uh, uhm I- “he manages to stutter out.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice you! Is that a new ruana?” she comments.

“Aha, yeah…Mirabel made it for me” he says, scratching his neck.

“Are you out here for a walk? Who’s the bouquet for?”

Nervous, he sticks his hand out with the flowers towards her. It stays there for a few moments.

“T-They’re for you actually, I know they’re your favourite” he mumbles.

A blush spreads across her cheeks as she takes the flowers, he finds it so adorable.

“G-gracias Bruno” she replies.

They stood there for a little bit. In complete silence, standing in front of each other, not knowing what to do next. But as always, it was her who came up with a solution.

“Uhm…Want to join me on a walk? It’s a nice night out.” She offers. Receiving a nod from the man.

They walked together in silence for a minute. But silence turned into small talk, which turned into a little bit of chatter, then into full blown conversations about their days, and how weird it is that toucans have such see through skin under their feathers. They caught up on the 10 years without each other and the many things that happened.

Bruno then stops walking, which she notices and copies, standing a little bit in front of him.

“Actually…I was wondering…Uhm…Can I ask you something?” He starts. Fidgeting with his hands.

She smiles. Oh, how he misses that smile so much.

“Sure! You can always ask me anything Bruno” she says gently.

He takes a deep breath and exhales. Clearing up his throat and looks at her, taking her beautiful form in once more.

“Mijo, you know…If you wait any longer, she might get swept away from you. She almost did, don’t let her slip through your fingers again.”

His mother’s words rang in his head. Here he goes.

“I-I’ve been wanting to say this since before I disappeared, but I never had the guts to say it. I…I like you- no…Te amo, mi sol.” He speaks.

Her eyes go wide, but he continues speaking.

“Since as long as I remember, all I know is that you were my sunshine. You know how to brighten other’s lives, but even more so mine. Just being able to be in your life as your friend was amazing. I was scared that my reputation would tarnish yours and that the village would hate you if you were with me, so I never told you about my feelings.”

He takes a step forward, grasping her hand gently in his.

“Mi sol. You were there when I needed you. Even when I didn’t say anything, you know what to do to make me happy. You bring light into my life; I was in darkness in those years without you. I thought I could never hold you, as mine. Not as a friend but as a lover. And that…That tore me apart.”

He was tearing up.

“I’m so sorry…Lo siento, lo siento mi corazón, mi sol…Call me selfish and disgusting, but I prayed that god would stop your wedding and let you come back to me. I’m so sorry for taking so long to say this. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough of a man to ask you out.”

She was also tearing up at this, oh poor Brunito…

“But…I-I promise. I will try my best to be better…To be a man worthy of your love…All I ask is that you give us a chance. Will you be mine mi sol?”

He looked at her eyes, to see tears. She was crying.

He let go of her hand, but it was immediately grabbed once more, the next moment, he felt himself get pulled towards her. He felt something soft on his lips, noticing it was hers.

A kiss.

With his sunshine.

It was more than he could have imagined. Those feelings he kept inside came bursting forth, the butterflies in his stomach were happy and fluttering. The emotions, the pure love. It made their tears stream down their faces.

The fireworks that people describe wasn’t how he would describe this. It was like being taken into the warm embrace of an angel. It felt light and loving. Free and like he was floating. He snakes a hand around her waist to pull her close, like it was a dream and that she would disappear any moment. He wishes he could keep this moment still for a while longer.

But when they finally pull away, there was his sunshine. Smiling at him beautifully.

“Yo también te amo” she whispers.

That made him melt.

[imaginaenespanol]

Childhood Kid!Michael Myers x Kid!Latin!reader

Plot: You and your family are immigrants from a Latin American country. Thanks to your dad's opportunity at his job, they come to Hanonfield USA, you meet the kid Michael Myers and they become friends because of your strange way of speaking Other idiom and persistence in wanting to be his friend, they spend 4 years together in various situations, while he falls in love with you, you are his only happiness. What happened in those years before that fateful Halloween?

Words:1,974

Warning: Nothing!, maybe the words in spanish

Notes: This fanfic is based on the 2007 version of Halloween, it will be divided in the first instance by 2 important fanfics, childhood and the sequel adulthood, the chronology changes and is set in a more modern time for my convenience.any idea is very welcome, maybe this is the only fanfic that will not be in spanish, only words, I want it to work as I have it in my head.

Note 2: First of all, I have no idea why it was removed from Tumblr search, so I'll upload it again.

Chapters: (x), (2)

Chapter 1:I'm new! You want to be my friend?

Saturday January 5, 2002.

To say that you did not expect this weather on January 5 is an understatement, you were always used to the summer heat in January, with a cold Coca-Cola in your hand while you played with your older brothers, HA! you thought your parents were crazy, the one who mostly They will pack warm clothes before leaving the house they left behind, but finding yourself in the cold of the United States is something else. How the heck do things work here? You thought in your young head, hell, you didn't even understand why your whole family left the country and left your grandmother in the old house, she was part of the family! Why didn't she go herself? You cried the whole plane ride wishing your grandmother was with you, she was so sweet to you, you cried yourself to sleep. The next thing you saw when you woke up was that they were making important purchases for a new house that they were given, beds, dishes, sheets, etc. and they were loading everything in a big truck, you had fun with your brothers with the novelties that were in that store, almost breaking some things, but nothing happens if you don't, right? Suddenly you demanded like a little girl that they buy a small white wooden horse that you saw and it seemed beautiful, they consented to you, they didn't want another 3 hours of crying... you were quite capable of it.

After buying everything they went to eat something at a nearby gas station. They were like those movies that Dad rented! You wanted to see it all like the curious girl that you were even though all they did was put you in a high chair and a plate of chips with orange juice. Hey! You weren't a baby, you were 5 years old and you even knew how to read and write in English and Spanish... for the most part, your family was amazed by that milestone and your mom called you "Mi pequeño prodigio" and you puffed out your chest with pride. [N/A:my little prodigy]

After they took you back to the car they rented, you fell asleep in your little chair again until someone woke you up, it was your mom, you looked around in an almost empty room, a mattress on the floor and no sheets, not yet they had made the bed —(Y/N), it's good that you woke up, as we already arrived and since you're a big girl, you'll have a room for yourself, isn't it fantastic? — your mother spoke again happily, after leaving From the daze of sleep, wait Room to yourself? Fantastic! You not longer had to share a room with your older sister, it was unbearable to sleep.

—¡Soy una niña grande!— you laughed childishly, a moment, it means that …—Mamá? Will I also go to school?— you asked doubtfully and she nodded —Of course my love, I'll see to it that you are admitted to Hannonfield Elementary— She said with a determined tone as they left the room, you didn't understand how things were going, adults know better. [N/A: I'm a big girl! ; Mom]

You looked at absolutely everything around you with a curious look before realizing that there were stairs, you were on the second floor, which you did not have in your house in Latin America, it was smaller compared to this one and that there were still things to explore. Great! Suddenly, you heard your father's voice talking to another person. Who was he?

You saw a friendly-looking blonde woman talking to your father, next to her a girl with her arms crossed almost the age of your older brothers and finally a blonde boy with a serious face and few friends, about your age, that postcard intimidated you so you hid behind your older brother —Sebastian, Who are they?— you said timidly, he turned to see you to get you out of your improvised hiding place —They are our neighbors from the front, the Myers , they came to welcome us, come on (Y/N) don't be afraid, they won't do anything to you— he practically threw you towards your father

—Oh, sleeping beauty woke up, come and say hello— your dad said in his characteristic affectionate tone, I took you by the hand, standing between the boy and the blonde woman, that woman crouched down to your level —Hi darling! You must be (Y/N) right?— you agreed —My name is Deborah Myers and he is my Son Michael— you watched him for a few moments without knowing what to do, your father laughed at the situation —say hi, Princess— your father insisted.

—Eeeh, ummm h-hi— you said to Michael while waving your hand —Hi— he said dryly, although the answer was short, you thought it was cute, why? You do not know. —Michael, why don't you be a gentleman and show him the street and play a little?" said his mother Deborah, while your parents nodded. —Yes, honey, go play— your mother said as they pushed you outside, perhaps they didn't want you to get in the way. the move and the adult talk of your parents, typical.

Michael and you were outside your new house, you looked around you, suddenly you realized something, it was very different from your old neighborhood. You were so enthralled with the details of the houses and trees that you did not realize that Michael started walking alone —Wait! Don't leave me here alone—you ran towards him claiming he didn't stop —Our parents said we had to be together— You spoke to him again, he didn't answer you. Was he shy? —Hey, it's okay, you don't have to be ashamed to talk to me, I'm already 5 years old, I'm a big girl— You said trying to gain confidence, his steps were long and you tried to copy them as you could —I'm 6 years old, I'm older than you— you frowned —so what?— you said shrugging your shoulders —I can speak two languages, I can speak English, , y ahora hablo español— [N/A:and now i speak spanish]

The blond boy tilted his head without understanding the last thing you said in that language —you talk weird— he mentioned, you not wanting to be embarrassed, you challenged him —I can also run very fast, faster than you— you smiled defiantly —that's a lie— Michael snorted —Yes? try it to the corner of the street— you said confidently, it may be a little taller than you, but you're faster, or so you thought —done— Michael agreed, who also looked confident.

They got into their positions and the race started, he didn't seem to make an effort at first, however he was alarmed when you were ahead of him and tried a little harder, he didn't want to lose to "an annoying girl", meanwhile you gave it everything to win, you also hated losing and you always challenged your brothers, they were bigger than you and it was an unfair advantage, so they always bothered you when losing, with Michael you didn't want that. Arriving at the promised point there was a slight difference, but neither of them knew who was the winner, because they were gasping for air, so an argument began —I won!— you said triumphantly —It's not true, you did cheating— the boy complained, You denied —Yes it's true, I'm ahead of you and I got there before- you replied —It's not true, no...— He said starting to lose heart, oh no —Okay, you win this race, so that You see I'm good— Michael frowned —I don't want your pity— he said, for some reason he was upset now —I understand, so another challenge to see who wins— That encouraged him, he nodded and started running towards a wooded area —Yes don't hurry up then I'll win, big girl— Recovering your energy, you ran towards him, trying to keep up with him —Hey, wait for me! It's not fair!— You complained.

When you found him he was standing in front of a tree—Finally you're here— he said mockingly —You started running first— you demanded —It doesn't matter, let's see if you can climb this tree, it's easy, I've done it a lot of times— That tree? You don't see a correct angle to lean on, you hesitated to try it because it looked dangerous —You're afraid... don't do it if you're weak— he simply said thinking that you weren't capable —No!, you'll see I'll do it— you lied, yes You were afraid, but you wanted to see yourself brave before him. You walked towards that tree and tried to climb it as best you could with your strength —Maldito gringo, verás que no soy débil— you said between your teeth, while you put all your strength into climbing, he looked at you expectantly with his arms crossed while he tilted his head again without understanding what which said —You spoke werid again— Michael muttered to himself, it was really strange for he.[N/A:Damn gringo, you'll see that I'm not weak]

And so they were able to challenge each other for the rest of the day to see who was stronger than the other, since they both didn't like losing, they would never admit their defeat and would end up with another even more childish challenge. With each absurd competition, you would say some phrase in Spanish that he obviously didn't understand at all, but he would begin to enjoy it, something that never happened with another person.

In the afternoon, your brothers and Michael's older sister found them in the park, the two of them on the ground next to the swings, another challenge to see who jumped the farthest, they scolded you for dirtying your winter clothes, you showed them the tongue mockingly, if they weren't your parents you didn't care much about the scolding, although they didn't say anything to Michael, it's as if his sister didn't care how he looked. On the way home you reflected on everything that had happened with him, maybe you could be his friend... you felt warmth and fun being with him, wasn't that it? Friendship Yes! That would be great! Also, you don't deny that you had fun with him today, even though the guy would get angry and rude when you won.

They arrived in front of your house and were going to say goodbye, now or never —Hey Michael, do you want to be my friend?— he froze, his eyes widened at the sudden question, no one has ever wanted to be his friend, at school they always do. they hit the big ones or he got into trouble —I… We're just neighbors— he said and ran home, his sister had already gone ahead. Were they just neighbors? Oh no, you wouldn't give up so easily, you like him a lot, you want his friendship, this would be a personal challenge, you thought as you walked into your house, tomorrow will be another day to win his friendship.

Meanwhile in Michael Myers' room, he felt uncomfortable as he pondered why did his mother have to be so nice to the neighbors? In addition to forcing him to be with a girl who spoke strangely! Now his mood changed to annoyance, he only did that because she insisted and he did not want to lose to a stranger... of course, it was that, it is not that he likes to like her, for nothing, besides, he is sure that if she saw him at school she would surely change her mind quickly, all the children think the same of him, even the teachers.

(Y/N) was definitely an annoying girl, but deep in his heart he had a lot of fun with her today.

[inkquillery]

Feliz Día de la Madre (drabble)

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Encanto A Place Further Than The Universe AU — Pepa & Mirabel

Request by: anon (Mira & Pepa — “smothering with affection/kisses”)

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“Tía?”

Pepa was already looking up before the lone syllable could properly leave those little lips. “Gatita,” she greeted with a smile, shifting to the side in silent invitation for Mirabel to join her on the couch.

But instead of leaping onto the lap or climbing onto her shoulders, Mirabel stayed where she was, hands behind her back and shifting her weight from foot to foot as she chewed her lip nervously.

Pepa’s smile faltered and fell into a frown at the uncharacteristic hesitance from her boisterous feliz rayo de sol, brow already creasing in concern. Setting aside her book, she stood up and cautiously made her way over to kneel before the six-year-old.

“Mira?” she prompted gently, setting her hands on her hija gatita’s shoulders and rubbing her thumbs soothingly against the fabric of her sleeves. “Is something wrong, mi pequeño cielo?”

“No, that’s not— nothing’s wrong, Tía, I promise,” Mirabel shook her head at once, a small strained smile pulling at her lips. The darkening cloud descending on their heads lightened in Pepa’s relief.

“Then what…?”

Mirabel’s eyes flicked to the side and a little behind; Pepa barely caught a flash of brown and red behind the side of the archway — Dolores.

“U-Um… Tía Pepa…”

Pepa redirected to her attention almost instantly at the timid call, ignoring the dull throb rippling through her chest and all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes at the title she was given. She could almost feel her heart crack at the hesitance and insecurity in her dulce nube’s ever-expressive eyes.

Releasing her lip from the abuse it was suffering at the constant chewing from her teeth, Mirabel took a few breath, squeezed her eyes closed, and almost thrust an orange box in Pepa’s face.

“Feliz Día de la Madre!”

Pepa could only blink, to stunned to even fathom a verbal response, but coherent enough to slowly take the box and cradle it in her hands like it was a priceless gem. Faintly, she heard snickering on the other side of the wall and absently wondered if both her niños were in in this.

Feliz Día de la Madre.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Pepa could feel her throat closing up as a light drizzle began to pitter-patter on their heads. “M-Mira… what…?”

Mirabel was back to chewing on her lip, locking her arms behind her back and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in her painful uncertainty. “I-I know you’re not actually my mamá—”

Ouch; Pepa had to consciously control herself to prevent a visible wince.

“—but you did help raise me and you’ve always been there for me for everything and anything and you’re my favourite person but there’s no Día de la Tía so even though you’re not my mamá I still wanted to, um, give you something today.” Mirabel rocked back onto her heels, staying there for a moment as she finally slowed down to carefully pick out her next words;

“To… show you how much I love you…?”

Pepa could’ve started crying right then and there. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t yet started to, but perhaps the immense shock factor had something to do with it.

Slowly, Pepa set the box down beside her, reaching out to instead wrap an arm around her dulce nube, pulling her in close and burying her face in the little ringlets.

“Ay, gatita, you’re too sweet,” she breathed, voice miraculously free from the strangling grasp of the tears pressing against the back of her eyes. “You know I love you too, right, mi pequeño cielo? I love you so very much.”

Little hands came up to grip the back of her dress as Mirabel pressed herself ever closer to her tía. “Of course I know, Tía. How could I not? You show and tell me every day.”

Pulling back just enough to cup Mirabel’s face, Pepa pressed a dozen little kisses to her cherub-like cheeks, forehead, eyelids, button nose — everywhere and anywhere she could reach. Those little kisses were words, silent but powerful but also unheard, containing all of the things Pepa wanted and wished to say to her bebé niña but couldn’t.

Mirabel was giggling almost uncontrollably by the time Pepa finally pulled back, a bright smile on her own face that was reflected in the miniature sun drying their damp clothes and illuminating the faint rainbow arching above.

Ducking under her tía’s arms, Mirabel stooped to pick up the box and hold it out to its intended once more. “Open it, Tía! I wanna see your reaction!”

Laughing softly, Pepa accepted the proffered gift and brought it up to eye level — it was orange and patterned with all sorts of weather symbols drawn in colourful crayon, from rainbows to thunderclouds to lightning bolts to sunbeams and hurricanes. Blue butterflies were interspersed between, fluttering in tornados and perched on clouds.

Both the good and the bad parts of her Gift. Not a single one was left out.

Pepa glanced sideways at the little girl watching her with barely-restrained excitement. “…help me open it?”

Mirabel beamed bright enough to remind Pepa exactly why she was her “feliz rayo de sol”, pushing Pepa’s arms apart to scramble onto her lap unhindered. Little fingers tugged at the multiple strings of yarn, pulling apart the bow and allowing the lid to be raised without obstruction.

Pepa was the one to do that, revealing a neatly-folded yellow ribbon. It was decorated with orange lightning bolts to match the border, and there was a certain something to the quality that told Pepa it had been hand-stitched by Mirabel herself. It wasn’t as big as Dolores’ ribbon, but still large enough to go around her head and tie her fringe back from her face — and that was probably the reason why her bonita pequeño arcoiris had made it in the first place.

The speculation was only confirmed when Mirabel reached in to pluck it out, laying the full length of the cloth along her palms. “Your hair’s been getting longer and I know it always gets in your face, so this is so it won’t!” Mirabel explained, hopping off Pepa’s lap and spinning around to face her.

“See? Like this!” she beamed proudly, spreading her arms wide to present the demonstration she’d done on her own bed of curls.

Pepa could feel the exact moment the breath left her lungs at the sight of her hija gatita in yellow; in her true colours. It was in a lovely contrast with her hair, the cheerful yellow nestled amongst the deep ink clouds, and it was…

It was the most beautiful thing Pepa had ever seen.

This is how it should be.

This is how it should’ve been from the start.

This is how it should be now.

Pepa didn’t even realize she was crying, not until she felt the smooth cloth of the ribbon rub against her cheeks and gently dab at her eyes.

Mirabel was standing in front of her, a little crinkle between her brows in concentration as she carefully tried to dry Pepa’s eyes.

Breathing in a shaky inhale, Pepa caught Mirabel’s wrists to lower them and let her wipe her own eyes. “Lo si—”

“No.”

The rebuke was immediate, the scowl startling. Stepping closer, Mirabel clapped both hands onto Pepa’s cheeks, squishing them slightly.

“I don’t mind the rain, Tía.” Mirabel’s face was so serious it would’ve been funny if Pepa didn’t still feel like crying a storm. “In fact, I like it. But what I don’t like is seeing you sad. So don’t say you’re sorry— eep!”

Mirabel automatically wound her arms around Pepa’s neck as the woman surged to her feet and brought Mirabel with her, swinging the six-year-old around in the air briefly before bringing her back in to pepper her face with more kisses. Mirabel could only hold on as tight as she could when Pepa dipped her, peal after peal of laughter ringing out as she was all but smothered by her tía’s affection. She would occasionally duck away only to pop up and return the attack by pressing clumsy kisses to Pepa’s cheeks, jaw and chin, though those “attacks” never lasted as long as Pepa’s.

“Gracias, gatita. But you are still the only gift I’ll ever need, mi bonita pequeño arcoiris.” Pepa smiled softly, resting her forehead against Mirabel’s and gently nudging the button nose with her own.

The light red dusting the dimpled cheeks were like a compliment to the child’s eyes and the delicate sweetness within. The accompanying shy smile told Pepa all she needed to know — the connection she felt between them was reciprocated; it was a beautiful thing; and it was something real.

Reaching up, Mirabel carefully tied the ribbon around her tía’s head, knotting the bow securely before sinking back down into those familiar, strong arms and gently knocking her forehead against Pepa’s.

“Feliz Día de la Madre, Tía Pepa. Te amo más que a nadie ni a nada.”

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A/N: Sorry if it’s a bit rushed lol I wrote this in my twenty-minute break between classes.

Hope you enjoyed~

[elleirbagsstuff]

"A well needed break"

Pair: Mirabel x gender neutral!reader

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff

Summary: Mirabel shows up in front of your house asking for forgiveness for what she did and promised to treat you better.

Part 2 of We need a break

@sakuralover446

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It's been 4 months since your awful break up with Mirabel—wait.. was it a break up? Or was it a cool off? No, it was definitely a break up, you remember your own words, it was; "we need a break"

So yeah, it was a break up.

You never left your house for a good 4 MONTHS, dang the break up affected you so bad that your out going personality wore off of you.

Your parents understood you of course, God bless them. Whenever someone is trying to find you they'll reply "they're not feeling good right now" or "sorry but Y/n doesn't want to see anyone right now."

The day both of you broke up was so devastating, for you mostly. You thought Mirabel would try and stop you after saying the words, or probably chase after you when you walked out but she did neither of those.

You waited until night hoping she'll come to your house asking for forgiveness, cause if she did that you'll take her back in a heartbeat, you love the girl too much that no matter how much she hurts you, you'll still come back to her..

But she didn't come.. so you ended up crying yourself to sleep, and for the next days, weeks, and months all you did was cry your heart out.

If ever you do go out of your house, it's when you buy groceries for your house, but you never crossed paths with Mirabel, you somehow always see her sisters and cousins and they'll wave at you with a smile.

Isabela and Dolores once invited you for coffee when they saw you, you politely declined them saying you needed to go home right away, they understood and just asked how you were.

You mumbled a reply "I've been better". They didn't push to say anything else, instead they gave you a hug, and god did you needed that. You thank the two before going back home.

Then you did your usual routine. Staying in your bedroom and doing nothing..

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Another day another boring life for you. With no plans of going out again, you decided to grab a book to read. You almost cried when you realized what book you had in your hands.

It was your and Mirabel's favorite book. El amor en los tiempos del cólera (love in the time of cholera)

"Oh dios porque me hiciste esto" you whispered to yourself while also throwing the book to the door of your room not realizing it was open and your mom was standing there, luckily she was only hit in her knees. "Mamá!" You shouted in shock.

She bent down and picked the book that was now on the floor, she took a good look at it and then sighed as she placed it back from where you took it then she sat on the bed beside you.

"I'm worried about you, mi vida." Your mom whispered, you didn't answer instead you lowered your head in a attempt to stop yourself from crying. "I know it still hurts but.. you need to face her, you need to talk to her if that's the only way it would bring peace to your heart." You didn't say anything so your mom embraced you with a soft sigh and you gladly accepted the hug.

"What's even left to talk about?" You whispered, your voice broke as you felt tears starts to fallin your eyes. "She clearly doesn't want to be with me ma.."

"But you do." She said, you froze at her words. "You clearly do no matter how much she hurts you, and that's what you need to talk about, if you still want to continue this relationship or.. completely end it."

"I don't know what you mean Mamá, we completely broke up, it's the end." Your mom shook her head at your words and you were confused. Isn't that how breakup works?

"It was your decision amor, she never agreed." You broke away the hug and moved away from your mom, sighing.

"But she didn't stopped me, nor did she visit me to fix.. whatever left there is to fix, ma she doesn't care." Your mom fixed you with a stare before she said..

"Maybe because she's trying her best to shape herself up into the person you deserve, it takes a lot of courage to walk here and ask for an apology, maybe she want you to see that she'll treat you better this time, and she's working on it." She said smiling and you wished she was right but what if she wasn't? You were about to say something but you were interrupted when you heard a noise downstairs, outside your house specifically.

Your mom looks down your window and she turns to you with a soft smile.

"What was that?" You asked curiously, she walks pass you before saying..

"See for yourself."

As soon as your mom said that she went out of your room and you hurry to see what she meant. There you saw Mirabel with her two older sister.

The latter seems nervous she was holding her skirt and playing with it as she kept looking at Luisa and Isabela.

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"I don't think i can-"

"Mirabel, do you want them back or not?" Luisa asked. She turns to look at her sister fidgeting with her hands. "Wow you look stressed." Luisa commented.

"Of course she looks stressed, she hurted Y/n how do you think their parents would react when they see Mirabel?" That earned a slight nod from Luisa and a glare from Mirabel.

"Gee, thanks for reminding Isa." She rolled her eyes at her older sister, when she turns to look back at the two, they were serious now.

"Are you sure about this now? Mira, you broke their heart once." Mirabel nodded slightly at Luisa, she knows that, and god she regretted it so bad when she saw how hurt you looked, you looked so... broken that day.. and Mirabel knew to herself that she can't get back to you just yet.

She wanted to shape herself up first, she wanted to be better because you deserved that. Now she's here, standing in front of your door, ready to be someone you deserve.

"Well, knock at the door then." Isabela pushed her forward. Mirabel hesitated but then she remembered, she was doing this for both of you and so she knocked.

Your mom (who knew this was going to happen) was already at the door and Mirabel got scared again. What would happen? Will your mom yell at her for hurting you? Will her mom close the door on her? Will your mom not let her see you again? Will-

"Ah, mija, you okay? You're shaking." Mirabel was confused as she looks at your mom, how can she still care for her after she hurted you? "Do you want to come in?" She asked. Mirabel looks at her sisters and gave her a nod and ushered her to go inside.

And so she smiled at your mother following her inside your house. When the door was closed, the oddly awkward silence was broke.

"I know you want to talk to mi bebé." She spoke. "If you're going to take her back, knowing she'll agree. Can you promise me to take care of her this time?"

With a nod and a smile, your mom felt at ease, and that's when she came to get you. Now here you both are.. staring at each other, you were so happy to see her again, but also so.. broken. When you got a good look of her, you noticed she looked as bad as you are.

Guess we both handled the break up pretty bad.

Your mom was nowhere to be seen as she left the two of you so you could have an alone time.

"Mira-"

"Wait! No, d-don't say anything yet.."

You kept your mouth shut as you waited for her to talk.

"I know i.. treated you badly for.. for the past few months and i regretted that. Believe me, i didn't know what i was doing until you said it yourself then.. broke up with me. I was trying to prove myself to my family, even without a gift i wanted them to see i was just as special, i knew we were over that but i just can't get out the feeling of i'm lacking of something.." she exhaled then continues "i had you, you made me feel.. super special but.. i took that for granted.. and when we broke up i felt like.. i lost everything. I knew i had to get you back because, no one has ever made me feel like you do so i shaped myself, into the best version of me and i just wanted to be the person you deserve and i.."

You wanted to comfort her so badly but you were shocked when she kneeled infront of you took both of your hands as she sobbed.

"I-i just want you back. I p-promise i'll do better! I won't hurt you, i-i'll make sure you to have time for you, i s-swear just.. please.. take me back." She whispered the last sentence as her voice broke, you almost didn't hear her.

You grabbed her hands and pulled her up giving her a tight hug. She hugged you back of course, no hesitation, and from all the hugs you received this past few months, hers was the best.

"I'm not going to lie." You whispered "i hated you for that, but imagine how shock i was when i still waited for you to come to the house that night to ask for forgiveness.. i waited and waited but you never came.. so i thought you gave up on me.. on us. But i was wrong.. you were just readying yourself, i knew that took a lot of courage." You broke the hug and wiped the tears that were still falling on her face. "I'm sorry too."

"Y/n you have nothing to be sorry about!"

"No, i know you were still recovering from your family trauma.. so i shouldn't have pressured you like that.."

"But that wasn't an excuse to not have enough time for you."

"Call it even?"

The two of you giggled from how silly you sounded.

"So.. you're taking me back? Like for real?"

You smiled as you peck her lips causing her to blush.

"That's your answer."

Mirabel gave you a tight hug once again as you did the same. You'll hold unto each other for now.

Thank heavens you had that break, the two of you needed that to be the person you are now, the best version of yourselves.

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Welp, this was long