#Abuela was like …. ‘this the man you really want to marry?’

[rwrbmovie]

BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

#rwrb movie #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #rwrbsource #taylor zakhar perez #matthew lopez #alex claremont diaz #tzp #* #rwrb bts #rwrbbts #my gifs

[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday 🏒🥅

Tagged by @jeeyuns @daffi-990 and @wikiangela

the sabres won last night (and my boys looked damn good doing it). it inspired me to actually do an outline for my NHL AU. It's still just vibes but at least now I know where the vibes should be taking me.

Here's a little bit from Buck and Eddie learning more about each other on one of the first roadies of the season. This section involved researching Swedish citizenship laws and Mexican citizenship laws. It's way more complicated than I make it seem, but it's a fic so I can do whatever I want.

“Well when you do meet up with her, I can watch Chris for you if you want,” Buck offers with a smile. “Or I can come as backup.” “I may take you up on watching Chris,” Eddie smiles at him, soft and just for Buck. “But I think showing up with my six foot two two-hundred and thirty pound defensive partner to talk about a custody agreement might make her feel like she’s being ambushed. I still want her in Christopher's life and I'd like it if she were still in mine. She was my friend before she was anything else and I still love her, even if that love has changed into something besides romantic in the last two years." “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” Buck nods, his heart twisting a little at the thought that Eddie might still be in love with his ex. He doesn't let himself linger on that though. “Your abuela is in L.A., right? Is the rest of your family there too?” “My parents are still in El Paso. I-I don’t want them here. When Shannon got pregnant they kind of lost it on me, called me irresponsible, said I was throwing my future away. Then they were pissed that Shannon wouldn’t marry me. It wasn’t good,” Eddie’s voice is tight, like this still hurts to talk about. “My middle sister Sophia is in her second year at Arizona State - she’s on their hockey team and I’m pretty positive she’ll get drafted if the PWHA is still around in a couple years when she graduates.” “She’s good?” “She’s unbelievable,” Eddie looks so fucking proud. “She led the team in goals last year as a freshman.” “Damn,” Buck names another mental note, this one to look up Sophia Diaz’s stats and highlights. “What about your youngest sister.” “She’s graduating from high school this year. I’m five years older than her so I’m not as close with her as I am with Sophia, but Adriana is so smart,” Eddie still looks insanely proud. “She wants to move to Stockholm for university. My parents don’t really want her to, so I offered to help her pay if she needs it.” “Is it harder to get into schools over there if you’re American?” “Technically, we can all get Swedish citizenship because of our mom,” Eddie tells him. “I’m actually an American citizen, Swedish, and Mexican. I’ve got all three passports and everything.” “What the fuck,” Of everything Eddie’s hold him, that’s the most surprising. "You're an international man of mystery, Diaz." "How do you now Austin Powers but not the Fast and the Furious?"

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#buddie #buddie wip #wip: going five hole #fuck it friday #my wip #in this fic we love and support shannon diaz #and also will be loving and supporting her and eddie rebuilding their friendship

[half-bakedboy]

please write established (maybe married) buddie on a call and oblivious buck getting hit on, jealous eddie "excuse me, he is married. to me"

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Eddie's barely paying attention to the patients he and Hen are caring for. They're both fine, really, and were sitting on the sidewalk when the 118 got there so Hen and Eddie went to work while Buck and Chimney dealt with the fire. He's too busy watching Buck fight each car flame with expert efficiency. He's laughing with Chimney, head thrown back as they spray the chemicals with the precision of two firefighters who had a bond like brothers-in-law.

It's times like these where Eddie remembers exactly why he fell in love with Buck. He finds joy in any situation, good or bad, whether it directly impacts him or not. Even the two patients seem amused by his carefree joy, and who is Eddie to blame them? Buck won him over that way.

"Since I'm all checked out, can I go take a closer look at the damage?" his patient asks. She's only got a small laceration on her arm, presumably from a piece of shattered glass, but is otherwise unscathed. She's fine to walk, but he's a little confused about what she thinks might be left.

"Yeah, sure. Buck!" he shouts. Buck turns around immediately, the smile widening on his lips. "She--"

"Beverly," his patient interrupts with her own shout.

"Beverly wants to take a look. You good?"

Buck nods his head and puts the fire extinguisher down onto the pavement. Eddie should notice the way Beverly practically rushes over, somewhere between a skip and a saunter, but he's hyper-aware of how close the end of their shift is.

He's got Abuela cooking dinner at home and three off-days in a row to spend with Buck, their first since they got married a few months ago.

(Eddie wanted to take a honeymoon but Buck wanted to take a page out of Bobby and Athena's book and wait a little while. Eddie had to nix the cruise idea almost immediately, even though he can't believe Buck even asked.)

He just wants to clean up, restock the ambulance for the next crew, then spend the next three days with his family.

But of course, nothing is ever easy for Eddie. Not with a husband like Buck.

"Ugh, this is just my luck. My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday and my friend was just trying to cheer me up with a drive." Eddie can practically hear a pout of her lips and makes eye contact with Hen who rolls her eyes playfully in return. "I can't believe I'm single and carless, now."

"I'm sorry, that really sucks," Buck says. He sounds so authentic, Eddie's heart clenches.

"You might be able to help me with one of those problems," she shamelessly says.

Buck, the beautiful man he is, barely notices the flirtation. "We have a phone in the ambulance you can use to call someone to pick you up!" He's like a puppy in his response, and Beverly deflates instead of praising him like he clearly deserves.

"I can find a way home." She pauses like she's trying to think of how to get him back on track. Eddie snorts because he's been trying to figure out how to do that for almost a decade now. "So, do you live around here? There's a lot of really cool restaurants I can recommend for when you're done with your shift."

Eddie has to give her credit for some really solid attempts.

"Our station is actually on the other side of town and I live in the opposite direction, but I'll keep that in mind if I ever find my way out here!"

Beverly sighs and glances at her friend for assistance, who is next to no help since she's still in shock, like Beverly really should be.

"So, you're at station 118 then?" he hears Beverly ask. Her voice is so obviously flirtatious that Buck has to have noticed.

"Uh, y-yeah. 118, that's us," Buck mutters, tone laced with nerves.

Eddie glances over at the stutter and sees Beverly much closer than even Eddie would be to him on a call. His eyes narrow but he stays put. Buck can take care of himself.

"I bet you can lift that much, too, huh?" Beverly makes a dire mistake, and that's to reach out toward Buck. "I'm only 115, so it'd be pretty easy for you to... you know, lift me, right?"

Hen mutters, "Uh oh." It's loud enough for her patient to ask what's going on, but Eddie doesn't wait for her answer. He does hear Chimney's practically diabolical laughter, and Buck's awkward throat clear.

"I just weighed in at 190 and most nights he lifts me with ease, isn't that right, Buck?"

Eddie almost wishes he'd been recording. Beverly's mouth drops comedically open before her hand slaps it back up, Chimney and Hen break into maniacal laughter that seems to break the other patient from her shock, and Buck blushes a deep red that disappears under his turnout and as far down as Eddie's sure Beverly was trying to get.

Just because he can, Eddie adds, “Though, I’m sure after we take our honeymoon, you’ll gain a lot of muscle during our… workouts.” 

“Jesus–” Buck breathes out. “It was great to meet you, Beverly. You said something about having a way to get home?” 

“Yeah, I’ve got a ride…” She turns to Eddie, a delightful smirk on her face. “Though, it’s not nearly as pretty as yours.” 

Buck’s a mess as Eddie bursts out in laughter, and he’s positive his team’s about to file a complaint to HR, but something about being able to stake his claim over Buck so openly now makes him giddy inside. 

Yeah, it's times just like these where Eddie remembers exactly why he fell in love with Buck. 

#buddie #911 on abc #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #i havent written one of these in a WHILE #very s7 coded of them imo #eddie is hilarious and has no shame #i stand by this #anonymous #answered #writing prompt #i didnt include the exact dialogue but i hope you'll forgive me anon!! #eddie decided to go rogue #my writing

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

We Don't Talk About Bruno, But It's The Delphic Family

The Discord made me do it. :3

This, predictably, is LONG. I don't often change lyrics/make up lyrics so it may be clunky in spots but. yeah :3

Song Link Here! if you'd like to listen along :3

Asteria: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! We don't talk about Koios... but It was my wedding day

Perses: It was our wedding day!

Asteria: We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Perses: No clouds allowed in the sky

Asteria: Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-

Perses: Thunder!

Asteria: You telling this story, or am I?

Perses: I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

Asteria: Koios says, "It looks like rain"

Perses: Why did he tell us?

Asteria: In doing so, he floods my brain

Perses: Abuela, get the umbrellas

Asteria: Married in a hurricane!

Perses: What a joyous day... but anyway

Both: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! We don't talk about Koios!

Hecate: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Koios studying or pond'ring I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling snow, hs-hs-hs It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand?

Lelantos: A seven-foot frame Snake at his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams (hey!)

All: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Koios (we don't talk about Koios!)

Oceanus: He told me my fish would die The next day: dead! (No, no!)

Prometheus: He told me I'd lose my gut! And just like he said... (no, no!)

Epimetheus: He said that all my recklessness would undo me, now look where we're at points at Prometheus (no, no! Hey!)

All: Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!

Phoebe: He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that our love would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine... Óye, Boreas's on his way (Alder: HAHAAHAHAH)

Leto: He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now

Asteria: Hey sis', I want not a sound out of you (Leto: it's like I can hear him now)

Leto: I can hear him now

Apollo, most likely: Um, Koios... Yeah, about that Koios... I really need to know about Koios... Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Koios

Artemis: (Apollo, your boyfriend's here)

All: Time for dinner!

Lelantos: A seven-foot frame (Asteria: It was my wedding day) (Perses: It was our wedding day) Snake at his back (Asteria: we were getting ready) When he calls your name (Asteria: and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) It all fades to black (Perses: no clouds allowed in the sky!) Yeah, he sees your dreams (Asteria: Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-) And feasts on your screams (Perses: Thunder!)

Asteria: You telling this story, or am I?

Perses: I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (Phoebe: óye, Boreas's on his way)

Asteria: Koios says, "It looks like rain" (Lelantos: a seven-foot frame, snake at his back) In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane

All: He's here! Don't talk about Koios, no! (Apollo: Why did I talk about Koios?) Not a word about Koios!

Apollo: I never should've brought up Koios!

EL FIN :D

enjoy the brainrot :3

#music #my incorrect quotes #it's basically all one giant IQ lmao #delphic fam #the trials of apollo #apollo #koios #phoebe the titan #asteria #perses #lelantos #sorry i wasn't able to get aura in rip #leto #artemis #oceanus #prometheus #epimetheus

[clusterbuck]

Ooh for the sentence starters:

I’m hindsight, Eddie really should have hid the ring better.

in hindsight, eddie really should have hidden the ring better. but he’d been in a hurry—abuela had dropped by the house one day, unexpected, to give him his abuelo’s ring, and he’d only had fifteen minutes before buck was due home with christopher.

she’d pressed the ring into his hand and folded his fingers over it, then lifted her hand to his cheek. “your abuelo would be proud,” she’d said. “he’s a good man, your buck.”

“yeah,” eddie had agreed. “yeah, he is, but he’s also going to be home soon, so i need to—”

it had seemed relatively safe at the time. buck rarely goes into the hallway cupboard, neither of them do—unless it’s a holiday. like christmas, which is coming up.

now buck’s standing in the hallway, reindeer headband on his head and a ridiculous amount of tinsel wrapped around his neck. he’s holding the ring in one hand, careful, wondrous, and when he looks up at eddie there’s a slight question in his eyes for all of half a second before his face splits into a grin.

eddie figures his own face must make it pretty clear what the ring is for.

buck takes a step towards him, then another, still grinning. he takes a piece of tinsel around his neck and wraps it around eddie’s instead, using it to pull him closer.

“you love me,” buck says, sing-song, teasing, and eddie laughs and kisses the tip of his nose.

“this isn’t news,” eddie says.

“yeah, but you want to marry me,” buck says.

eddie raises his eyebrows. “you know i haven’t actually proposed to you yet.”

buck leans in to kiss him, the taste of the gingerbread they’d baked earlier on his tongue and tinsel itchy under eddie’s jaw, buck’s forearms resting on eddie’s shoulders and the heat of his body tucked in close. eddie gets lost in it, just for a second, just enough that when buck speaks it takes him a moment to remember what’s going on.

“yeah, but you’re gonna,” buck says. “and i’m gonna say yes.”

eddie smiles, swiping the antlers off buck’s head and settling the headband on himself. “yeah?” he asks. “you’re gonna marry me?”

“eddie,” buck says, laughter curling around the word the way it curls around every corner of their house. soft and bright, a sound eddie’s come to associate with home.

buck kisses him again, and eddie lets his hands slide down to buck’s waist, slip under the hem of his t-shirt and rest against the warm skin of his back. his fingertips tap out morse code, idle, a habit he’d picked up in the military, but instead of classified information and redacted coordinates now he taps out the same thing every time. eight letters, over and over. i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

“eddie,” buck says again, grinning at him the way he does sometimes, when his whole face crinkles up and eddie can see hints of the wrinkles he’s going to grow into, one day, when they grow old together. “of course i am.”

send me a sentence and i’ll write some more

#yes it’s august yes it’s christmas shhhh #dearestdiaz #ask emma #emma writes #buddie

[helpinghanikan]

Best kind of revenge

Sum: The best kind of revenge is to treat your enemy's ex-wife right.

Ch.2: Scar the neighbors

Ch1. Handsome man at the bar

Ch.3 Abrupt ending

Your car is still warming up when Rudy turned down your street. The chill of the late fall air was threatening to become winter. There would be frost on your windows tomorrow morning, if the boys stay the night then there’s will be covered too.

“Which is yours?” Alejandro asks from the backseat.

“It’s the only one on the left.” You directed, pointing to one of two houses on this road.

You and Graves bought the house after he proposed. If it were up to him it would be further away from anyone. So far out that cellphone service wouldn’t reach. Instead he was willing to compromise to be several miles outside of city limits. This way you could keep a job a personal life while Graves is away. That was so nice of him.

Your neighbor’s living room light flicked on when the two cars pulled into your driveway. She recognized your car, but it was the second that got her all suspicious.

“Your neighbor, Is she friendly?” Soap asks when you all get out of the car.

“Francine is nosy and busybody. If you wanna yell at her I won’t stop you.” You explain, waving at the figure in the window.

As if surprised that her spying didn’t work Francine quickly turned off the light. She was likely still looking out the window. Waiting for something interesting to happened.

Francine was Graves’s friend, not yours. Other than a wave every now and then you never really talked. The longest conversation you had was when she walked over and asked how you were doing with Graves away. That she just wanted to ‘check in’ since she saw a man or two come inside while Graves was away.

She didn’t believe that the boiler had died, needing Graves to explain he was the one who called before she waved at you again. Ever since you were sure she was acting as his little spy; how else would Graves come up with the idea you were cheating?

“Everywhere has an old bird like that.” Ghost comments, following at the back of the group towards your house.

After you unlock the front door Soap stops you with a kind hand on your shoulder. “Let us go in first. Just in case.”

You didn’t argue, simply stepping back for three of the four men to enter.

Rudy stayed on the front porch with you. His hands in his pants pockets all casual like.

The house wasn’t a sprawling mansion, but it would take a minute for Ghost, Soap, and Alejandro to get through everything.

“I’m sorry Graves took your base.” You said, “and your Alejandro.”

Rudy laughs at that. “Alejandro isn’t easily put down, not when his friends are there. It’s not your fault. I doubt Graves would tell you what he was going to do.”

“Laswell told me all about it. If she didn’t add evidence I wouldn’t have believed her.” You said, thinking back to the several phone calls you made trying to find out what happened. It only took two hang ups before you realized the Shadows weren’t your friends anymore.

“Do you know why Graves turned? Was there blackmail?” Rudy asks.

“Not that I know of. We were married but our lives were pretty separate. I didn’t even know how much he was making a year until the divorce.” You explained. “I assume that’s pretty common for you military guys, though. Keep your family away from the fighting as much as possible.”

Rudy shakes his head. “Alejandro got his family outside Las Almas the second he could afford to. I tried to do the same for my Abuela, but she refused to leave. The gangs aren’t touching her, though. They know not to.”

Before you could continue Alejandro called from the second floor. His voice echoing through the house to announce that it was; “All clear!”

Soap is sitting on your couch when you enter. Taking a seat next to him with Rudy on the other side. Ghost and Alejandro are quick to join in the living room. They stand in front of you, blocking any chance you have of leaving.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask.

“No, no one is going to hurt you.” Soap immediately says. “We’re just trying to make Graves mad, try to drag him out from the hold he’s hiding in.”

“I mean, going down on his ex-wife is one way to do that.” You comment. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Neither am I, but you are the one who led me there” Alejandro says, almost teasing with his masterful smile.

“The original idea was just to take some pictures to threaten with.” Soap explains, reaching his hand out to take a phone from Ghost. Opening it up before passing it over to you. “At most you were just supposed to dance with Alejandro, maybe get some kisses in there too.”

The phone had several photos that would work as a threat. You at work, the bar, taking out the trash. The best was one with Alejandro, leaning forward over the counter during your initial flirting. The next was so drastically different; with your head thrown back in ecstasy while Alejandro has his face buried between your thighs.

“Drop those off to the right people and Graves would have to either swallow his pride or show his face. Either way it’d be something to dig the knife in.” Ghost explains.

You’re still looking down at the picture of you and Alejandro. There wasn’t a chance you would have noticed Ghost slowly opening the bathroom door. Let alone taking a picture.

“We’ll get rid of the last one,” Soap says. “You don’t need to get wrapped up into this.”

But you’re already are wrapped up in all this. This wasn’t a sanctioned revenge mission. Laswell had promised you wouldn’t be contacted again after telling you everything and getting everything you could give back in return.

But this small team of Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy weren’t acting on anyone’s behalf but their own. Price could tell them to let it go and wait for the target themselves. But Price wasn’t personally punched, shot, and betrayed by Graves like they have. Had they been more unscrupulous men you would have already been dead by now.

“No, keep it. In fact, you know what would really piss Graves off?” You say, a hand placed on Soap’s and Rudy knee.

Alejandro barks out a laugh. Not in a mocking way, but more in an incredulous way. “You are an insatiable woman.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. None of you do.” You say, but your hands are already sliding up the thighs of Soap and Rudy. “But fucking his ex-wife and drinking his beer has to be up there as the best way for revenge, no?”

“None of us are saying no to that.” Ghost adds.

“The beer is in the fridge, help yourselves. But first,” You say, scootching forward on the couch. Reaching out and taking hold of Alejandro’s belt. “I owe you.”

“Hold on,” Soap says, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop you from pulling Alejandro any closer. The look Alejandro gave him could peel the paint from the walls. “We aren’t going any further without a safe word. Do you have one?”

You didn’t. It was never more than some fun handcuffs with Graves, so a safe word never seemed to eb necessary. But this wasn’t Graves you were dealing with.

“Philip.” You say.

Soap snorts when you say that. Letting go of your shoulder and leaning back to watch the show.

Alejandro helps you in opening his belt. Opening the front of his pants as you hold his hips, looking up at him with a smile promising the world.

Alejandro didn’t disappoint when his cock is finally out. Longer than average but not necessarily thick. Uncut with the tip already looking to leak precum. Your hand is dry when you gently take hold of him, but it wasn’t like you were going to immediately start stroking. Instead you took a nice, long, lick over the top.

There’s no hesitation on your part. It feels like there isn’t any time for that anymore. At any point Graves could come home. He could return to your life and act like everything is fine. The same way he did when getting home from a mission where he refused to tell you anything. Had he been successful in destroying the 141 would you have even known the kind of man he is?

You don’t want to think about that now. Not when Alejandro is moaning overhead. Mumbling appreciates in Spanish that were being said too softly for you to even hope to understand.

It wasn’t enough. Alejandro wasn’t enough.

“Rudy, Soap, stand up.” You order, head whipping to both sides.

You would have demanded Ghost’s involvement too, but he had already snuck away. Like a cat you didn’t see him leave the room. It’s nice to think that he was just taking your offer of free beer. More likely than not your drawers were currently being riffled through. Had he waited one more minute you would have told him where to find Grave’s stuff.

You don’t have time to think about where Ghost was in your house at the moment. Rudy and Soap had their pants open, pushed down past their backsides.

“Don’t take more than you can- ugh…” Rudy says but is interrupted by your lips around his tip.

It’s not like Alejandro and Soap are being ignored. Your wet hands are slicked from spit and gently stoke the other two men. Back and forth you slid over their tips, trying to keep time with your mouth.

You only get suck at Rudy for a few seconds when Soap’s hand is on the back of your head. It’s a bit surprising when he pulls on the hair there, pulling you off of Rudy and towards his own. Your mouth open to say something along the lines of ‘hey’ or ‘wait your turn’ but you don’t speak fast enough. Instead your open mouth is taken advantage of by Soap’s cock sliding through your lips, gagging the back of your throat.

“Easy, hermano.” Alejandro scolds Soap.

“Sorry, babe,” Soap apologizes. The hand that gripped your hair now cupping your cheek. “Just couldn’t help myself.”

You glare up to Soap but don’t make a move to pull away. Instead you take this as a sign to go faster. Closing your eyes and simply moving back and forth as it feels right.

Head empty, only thoughts of pleasuring others on your mind. Alejandro moans when you slide down his cock, massaging his balls. Doing the same to Rudy and reeling in the moans they make from your hands.

“Graves never deserved you,” Soap says from far, far above.

“Neither do we.” Rudy agrees, now being the one to move your head towards him.

This was the kind of praise you needed, the kind you deserved. Graves didn’t value you like he should have. Now, even while blowing three men, you had never felt safer.

Say Graves does come back tonight. He enters the door and sees you three cocks deep with no intention of stopping. What would he do? You had three men under your fingers tips right now and a third waiting in the wings. He’d never reach you, even if he had never laid a hand on you before. He wouldn’t have the chance to even yell, they would get to him first.

This confidence allows you to give these men permission. Permission to guide your head where they wanted it to go. To place a hand over yours and making your stroking faster and harder. You barely had to do a thing. Merely opening your eyes to the men that look down at you like they have never seen such beauty.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” Soap says, his head falling backwards as your head starts to bob faster.

Alejandro and Rudy are kind enough to let you focus on Soap for the time being. Soap guttural moan sounding out through the house. Turning higher pitched and louder as he gets closer.

Finally he practically chokes you with his cock. Making the selfish choice to pull your face close and cum into your mouth without a real warning. It’s only thanks to a clear nose that you don’t die by suffocation.

“Fucking beautiful,” Soap sighs, letting Alejandro turn your head towards the remaining members of this party.

“Tip your head for me, amor.” Rudy whispers, gently pushing your head back to look straight up at them. Your mouth opening without needing to be told.

“I’m cumming,” Alejandro says, having the manners to tell you before it happens.

They paint your face white with their semen. You don’t hear their moans and spoken words of praise while climaxing. Your too focused on the warm streaks of cum the cover your mouth and leave a trail over your face. If Alejandro hadn’t rubbed your bottom lip you might have completely forgot that you were an actual person.

“Sorry for the mess,” He says, admiring his work.

“I’m not.” Rudy comments, his pants pulled back up while walking towards the kitchen.

Soap places a hand on your cheek. Your head turning over to look at him. Getting a nice smile from him in return.

Rudy returns from the kitchen with paper towels, trailed shortly behind by Ghost.

“Thanks,” You say, taking the towels from Rudy before he got the chance to clean you up himself. You take this chance to look over at Ghost, two beers in his hand. “How does the rest of the house look? Not to brag but I decorated the bathroom myself.”

Ghost steps up to the back of the couch. Leaning over it and handing you one of the bottles.

“It’s clean. Graves hasn’t been here, not recently at least.” He says, the bottom of his mask lifted to take a drink of Graves’s cheap beer. “Beer could be worse, though.”

“Say no more.” Soap comments, heading into the kitchen with Alejandro and Rudy following behind.

“You must really hate Graves to insult his beer like that.” You comment, taking a drink of said beer. Ghost wasn’t wrong about it being cheap. Graves would just come home with a six-pack sometimes, he never offered you any.

“Still gonna drink it.” He says, standing up to walk around the couch to face you. “Like you said, Babe; drinking his beer and fucking his wife are the best kind of revenge.”

“You haven’t gotten to that first part yet, though.” You say, a quirked eyebrow. “Take off your shirt and we can get started on that.”

Ghost has a deep snort. One that hints at a handsome chuckle, to a great laugh, that you had yet to hear. His eyes are on you when he asks; “Who are you to be giving me orders, Sweetheart?”

“Don’t listen to me, then. Be the last one of your friends who get to look at Graves and say ‘I’ve made your wife cum.’” You say, knowing that the way to Ghost’s cold heart was through a promise of revenge.

“Mask stays on.” Is the only accommodation Ghost demands. When you nod in understanding Ghost starts to strip while you sit back and sip on the beer. Wishing that Alejandro would make you another one of those fruity drinks.

Ghost tosses his coat on the chair. His shirt comes next, being careful when lifting it up and off of his head to avoid the mask from coming off. His shoes are toed off and pants pushed down with the care you would give at the end of the day after getting back from work. Leaving him in black briefs that he tucks his thumb into, waiting for your okay to take off his final piece.

Although you don’t know much about Ghost, you knew that he was a big boy. Having the kind of body that would fit him in with most rugby players; large thighs, thick center, and arms that should be a crime to hide behind sleeves.

“Got an eyeful yet?” Ghost asks, bringing you back to reality.

“Absolutely,” You say, unable to look up high enough to reach his eyes.

“C’mere, before I drag you up.” He warns.

That you had to smile at, standing from the couch.

“I get that you’re big and all that. But I’m not exactly small you won’t be able to like lift me easy-.” You’re interrupted by Ghost’s arms hauling you towards him.

His leg wraps around the back of yours. Pulling it forward while pushing you down at the same time. He tries to be gentle as he can be when taking you to the floor. But it still takes the wind out of your chest when he drags your pelvis against his by the belt loops.

His chest is heavy against yours, but only for a moment. Long enough that it keeps air from finding it’s way back into your lungs. It leaves you in almost stock as Ghost continues to move down your body. Pulling your pants down as he goes, dragging them down to your ankles and then surging back up to do the same with your panties.

“Never seen the Ghost ignore insubordination,” Soap says, watching down from the other side of the couch. “This is probably a better kind of pounding than the type he gives privates in the sparring ring.”

Your brain is fuzzy from the excitement. Only vaguely hearing Soap’s comments.

“I’m not-,” the words are hard to make when thick fingers are slid between your lips. Ghost’s moan of appreciation at just how wet you are louder than a thunderstorm. “I’m not a private, Soap. I’m not one of your subordinates.”

“No,” Comes Ghost’s rumbling voice. “You’re just a toy for us, aren’t you? You’re a little barracks bunny who made their way outside the dorms. Aren’t you?”

Ghost looks up from where he was at your hips. Pictures of Ghost in Price’s files showed him as something akin to a monster. A skull mask that shadows light brown eyes constantly tired looking.

Now, without the combat mask, he’s a man that’s waiting for an answer. Born for authority with staring eyes demanding that you respect it.

“Yes, just a toy. The barracks bunny of your fucking dreams.” You repeat, laying your head back and letting the world mute around you. “Now fuck me or move along, soldier.”

That was all Ghost needed to hear. He doesn’t need you to lift the hips or arch your back. Although he’s already proven his strength this doesn’t stop him from lifting your lower half off the floor. Positioning to slide between your lips once, twice, as the only warning before penetrating.

There’s no mercy. All that left Ghost’s system the moment you started to tease. The best he can give is a constant pressure pushing right through your entire being. Warm, thick, and hard he pushes forward.

He sings and finally bottoms out inside of you. Both of you letting out a heavy breathe you seemed to have been sharing.

Soap is watching with a grin out of the corner of your eye. Alejandro and Rudy doing the same but making themselves comfortable on the couch.

You give them a quick look and a smile. Seeing the buffet of men you get to choose from next. Ghost, however, is entirely focused on you. Leaning forward, his chest heavy against yours, with an exploratory hand moving your shirt up and up. Only then did you get the hint and helped him get the last bits of your clothing off.

“How are you feeling, Babe?” He asks in a low whisper.

Not willing to be completely dominated tonight you replied; “I’ll be better when you start moving.”

And move he did. Pushing your hips ups, your legs over either of his forearms, and thrusts with power. Aiming downward with the specific goal to reach as deep as he possible can. Although physically impossible it felt like that thick cock was in your throat.

Head leaned back, hands sliding up your own chest as if you had never felt your own breasts before. Yeah, the feeling of being fucked into the floor was great, but it was the sounds that really made the scene.

Wet smacking of your hips together again and again. A thick drum beat that your heart matches without meaning to. It’s joined by the singing of Ghost’s moan each time he made himself home in your pussy. His moans are deep in his chest, making an almost growl when gets past his lips and to your ears. Angels and Sirens would never be able to recreate the song Ghost made with your bodies together.

“Yes…” You sigh, sliding your hand down your belly. Just above where Ghost penetrated you. Gently swirling your clit before starting to circle faster and faster.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” You repeat, feeling the warmth start to climb and climb-.

Knock Knock Knock

Maybe, when you were done with these men, they’ll be willing to help you bury Francine. As you were going to kill her for interrupting this moment.

You knew it was her. As the top of her stupid head was poking out your front window, trying to see what was going on inside.

“That bitch,” You mutter, putting a hand on your face out of frustration.

Ghost seemed to be just as annoyed. Only slowing down his thrusts, not completely stopping. Just enough that he can bark an order to his second.

“Mind taking care of that, Sergeant?” Ghost asks, quickly remembering the woman under him. “If you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead, I’m gonna move anyway.” You say, grabbing the back of Ghost’s neck and bringing him down. You taste the fabric of the balaclava, but he got the hint.

“On it,” Soap says, but Ghost was already back to his assignment.

Ghost has you practically bent in half when he pushes your legs up higher. His knees bumping the back of your thighs as he starts an almost brutal pace. Less focused on the sex now, and more on the show he was putting on for the nosy neighbor Soap opened the door for.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Soap asks when he opens the door in all his shirtless glory.

Francine is speechless on your doorstep. First from the pectorals staring right at her. Then from the downright obscene sounds coming from just beyond. Of course she strained to look beyond the Scottish man to see more. Being rewarded with the jiggling British ass that smacks into you with passion.

“Ma’am?” Rudy adds in from behind Soap, ever one to leave a joke alone.

It’s impossible to say what Francine’s plan was when the door opened. Exclaim ‘aha!’ at your infidelity. Probably thinking that you’d start begging her to not say anything, and that the men would look at you with shame.

With none of that happening Francine didn’t know what to do next. Simply stammering out an “is everything okay?” as if regularly checked in on the neighbors.

At this point your orgasm was growing again. Sliding your fingers around in a rhythm that is less than paced out but moving in just the way you need. The warmth taking over, an exploding star that you weren’t ready for when Ghost whispers for you to; “Make that bitch hear.”

Soap speaks out your almost screaming.

“Don’t worry, we’re taking care of her.” He says, closing the door in Francine’s face.

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[ghostismybbygorl]

Alright more headcannons

Pt.1

Ale-ale-jandro

Actually hates the song alejandro by lady gaga. If rudy is mad at him he'll play the song in the car full blast to piss him off

He's 38

Hes got a BIG family. He has 7 siblings he's the oldest out if all if them

hes got a brother (36) with two daughters (6) (8)

A sister (32) with a son (10)

Twin brothers (25) one of them has a daughter (3)

A sister (20) who has a 1 year old girl

A brother (12)

A baby sister (7)

Hes roman catholic and goes to mass regularly with his family

His patron saint is St. Jude Thaddius

Him and soap will go to mass together

He's got a necklace of Guadalupe that his abuelita gave him before she passed. Every time he goes into battle he kisses the necklace and prays to his abuelita for protection

He has a tabby cat named diablo that he rescued off the streets. The cat's a total asshole to everyone but rudy.

Him and rudy are married but no one knows except for his family

This man can salsa dance like nobody's business. Dont get him near tequila or youll be learning how to dance the tango, salsa, square dance everything from him

He's a happy flirty drunk

When he's mad he'll forget how to say english words so he'll just stand there snapping his fingers trying to explain what he's trying to say but getting even more pissed because he can't remember the word.

Accidentally got high off of heroine one time. He was on a mission and somehow a bag of heroine opened up in his face causing him to inhale some. He said it was the best high he's experienced but swore to himself to never do any type of drugs after that experience in fear of getting addicted

Casually pops his neck and it'll crack LOUD

Takes a nap at 3:00 sharp. If he doesn't take his nap he will be bitchy for the rest of the day

He listens to latin r&b when he's relaxing and bad bunny when him and Rudy are alone together.

Being the oldest of the family hes a very nurturing person. When you're sick hes by your side with sopa de fideo, vics cream, and some medicinal tea

This man can and WILL cook. He used to cook with his mom and abuelita when he was younger

He loves to make tamales it reminds him of home

His family goes all out for Christmas everyone has stockings, they all get hella gifts, they sing, dance, bring over homemade food. They all will go to midnight mass and then open presents afterwords when they get home

He's always the best gift giver

His house looks like this and he still lives with his whole family (click the numbers i also have a link to the Pinterest boards if u wanna see more)

1, 2, 3

He has those candies that Abuelas give out

Rudy rudy

Hes actually savage af. He'll absolutely roast the shit out of you and hell say it in the most casual tone

Loves bad bunny

Hes 30

Hes a only child

He has the most obscene slippers

He drinks coffee religiously. He's a regular at starbucks. His favorite starbucks drink is the java chip Frappuccino with two extra shots of espresso and coconut milk

He loves del rosa cookies snd can open them without breaking them. He gets really upset if he does. It happened one time before and he was close to tears

 he loves diablo like its his own child.

He was the one to propose to Alejandro. They where sitting on a couch watching tv when he just pops the question "you want to get married?"

He's scared of anything supernatural. Dont even get him started on horror movies he will legit start praying the hail mary

He gives great massages

He's hella lactose intolerant like reenacting world war 3 in the bathroom intolerant.

since he doesn't have a big family rudy and his family will celebrate Christmas together with Alejandros family.

He absolutely loves the cheesy telenovas

He has a iguana named pakko.

He lives in Alejandro house with his family

He gets really out going when hes drunk he'll start singing and dancing

Price

Religiously plays wordle

He'll bring his bearded dragon into work ever so often. It always creeped ghost out for a while but eventually grew used to it.

He like to put little costumes on his bearded dragon

HE HAS A FAMILY PHOTO OF HIM, HIS BOYFRIEND, DOG AND DRAGON IN MATCHING CHRISTMAS SWEATERS. (He paid ghost big money to make the sweaters)

He doesn't shave his beard at all during november and his beard will get hella long. He usually does this because he dresses up as santa for christmas and goes to children shelter to give children christmas gifts.

He's like hella good with kids, babies especially. If he sees a baby crying he can instantly make it stop crying its like magic dad vibes.

When hes drunk he'll reminisce about the past and tell the same stories over and over. He also gets really nostalgic with laswell

He's the one to throw the christmas parties he takes it hella serious its a requirement that everyone wears a christmas sweater

His house looks like this

1, 2, 3

He has those LOUD sneezes

He takes dad naps. He'll just say he's resting his eyes and then just knock the fuck out.

He saws logs when he naps

Has a squatty potty

Ghost

Knows how to sew and can pretty much make anything. Every year he makes little plushies for everyone for Christmas

He keeps it a top secret but he has a 7 year old daughter that he adopted. Her name is Samantha

When the team first met her they nicknamed her ghoul and she loved it

She has her own little ghost mask and she wears it around the base when ghost brings her to work

Price absolutely adores her and will often volunteer to babysit if ghost is busy with a mission same with laswell

He plays animal crossing in his free time. He says its relaxing or that hes "taking care of the kids island"

His house looks like this

1, 2 3 bonus his daughters room 4

You know the scene in parks and rec when ron swanson was drunk off of snake juice...yeah thats him drunk

He'll face time his daughter when he's away every day

He has chronic insomnia so he'll stay up days on end until hes tired and then he'll pass out on his bed and sleep for a whole day.

He lets his daughter pain his nails. He came in one day with hot pink nails 💅🏼

He has a tattoo of one of his daughters drawing and a tattoo on his ribs of his daughter's handwriting saying "i love you daddy"

His nipples are pierced

He's giving his daughter a puppy for Christmas

Laswell

Her and her wife have a daughter who's 10

She made price her maid (or i guess man of honor?). He was so thrilled and of course sobbed when he saw her walk down the isle

She met price at a football game in london

Shes 40

When shes talking to her wife she'll refer the task as her kids. "Hey do you want to come to dinner with the kids?"

She wears scarfs all the time

Laswells daughter and Samantha are best friends and they will often schedule play dates and sleep over

She gives out the most heartfelt presents. If you talk about something you want 5 months ago she'll buy it and give it to you on Christmas.

Her house

1, 2 3

When theres a party with the boys she, her wife, price, and his boyfriend will watch all the stupid shit they would do and laugh at them

She has a Pomeranian named Annabelle

She does yoga with her wife

She gets sleepy when she's drunk and will probably fall asleep on prices sholder

She loves the smell of rosemary

Soap

He has a apartment which looks like this

1 2 3

He has a girl roommate who keeps the apartment tidy and clean while he's gone. (he very much appreciates her and always cooks and does the dishes for her). She likes to roast the shit out if him when he's home.

He has chronic pain in his right knee which causes him to wear a knee brace occasionally

Hes smokes the elf bars vapes. His favorite flavor is the rainbow candy

He got a tattoo of a heart on his butt cheek. He has absolutely no clue when he got it

He loves tequila drinks

Hes a cocktail type of bitch. The boys will be sipping on bourbon and soap will be over here with like a lemon drop martini or some fancy cocktail.

He wears jockstrap underwear. He says it makes his ass look great but he also wears those funny briefs like the ones that has emojis or cereal theme

When he's nervous he'll start rubbing his stubble

As a April fools prank he grew his beard out and cut it like price's beard. He then proceeded to walk around with his hat and a cigar and act like him for the whole day. He later convinced everyone to do it the next year. Ghost somehow sewed a beard to his mask for this.

He snorts when he laughs hard

He will do any dare someone tells him to do. Gaz jokingly dared soap to snort smarties thinking that he wouldnt do it....he did it......he still smells smarties from time to time.

Ghost and him have matching tattoos if skeletons dancing

He likes to listen to indie alternative music his favorite artist is steve lacy

When soaps drunk he gets all lovey dovey to everyone and he'll start singing sea shanties and pop songs. 

He has a snack stash. Everyone will be debriefing and he'll just randomly pull out a snack and start eating

Hes always hungry and eating. His favorite snacks are gummies, oreos, and Takis 

He will eat ANYTHING i mean ANYTHING. He's tried the weirdest foods out of curiosity and from dares.

Absolutely love's Christmas he wears ungly Christmas sweaters the whole month of december. He has a whole closet full of them

He loves candy canes and will go through multiple boxes of them throughout the month

Hes a nail biter

He's the god father of ghosts daughter.

He has a shower beer after work (a/n: its when you drink beer while you shower very life changing highly suggest it)

Hes really good at soccer

He sleeps in the most random spots and funniest positions. Ghost has a whole folder of all the weird places soap has slept. Everyone will fuck with him in his sleep and do random shit to him here's a few photos of what he would sleep like and what they do

Gazzy

He gets chronic migraines

He is a very VERY emotional drunk. He'll be happy and dancing and next he'll be crying over his goldfish that died 7 years ago

When he's mad his atlanta accent will kick in.

He's very sensitive to certain textures he loves sof blankets and has them littered around his apartment

He's a Very picky eater like the pallate of a 5 year old

He LOVES auntie annes mac and cheese and will eat that on the daily (its his comfort food)

He's allergic to bee's

Loves foo fighters

He can play cello

He's has ocd and will freak out if things dont go his way. Price usually has ti calm him down if he has a freak attack

His favorite anime is darling in the franxxs

He has a whole squishmellow collection on his bed

He really likes to paint him and soap will often chill out in the common room and just do artsy shit together

He loves sending reaction memes

He taught price the woah and now throw the woah at him

If he sees soap the both will look at each other and then do the biggest most dramatic way of the whip

He makes secret handshakes with everyone. Hes still trying to get ghost to do one

He arranges the secret santa and he always gives the most ridiculous presents

He loves to do yoga with laswell and her wife

His apartment looks like this

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[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 14: Once upon a time ✍️

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, the whole seeing red story, Mickey and Jinx being besties, mentions of alcohol and i think that's all.

A/N: Someone wanted to see Mickey telling the whole story to Jinx, and here it is. Just love these two so much.

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Translations: pendeja: idiot / pringado: loser / abuela,abuelita: grandma

Mickey watches Jinx enter the Hard Deck, black motorcycle helmet in hand. These two have known each other since their academy days. If you ask Jinx who her best friend is, the answer will be simple: Fanboy. And if you asked Mickey who his best friend was, he would give you Jesse’s name. It’s always been like this. Jinx and Mickey, Mickey and Jinx. 

People called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. It sums up their whole relationship. 

“Pendeja, I’m here!” Mickey raises his voice to catch Jinx’s attention, and when she sees him, her lips curve in a teasing smile. 

“I see that you have finally decided to grow some hair!” She leaves the helmet on the table and ruffles the man’s hair, ignoring his protests. 

“You’re just jealous of my curls.” Mickey retorts, fixing his hair. “How long has it been since we last saw each other?” 

“Well… At least eight months. That’s when I was sent to Rota.” Jinx looks at the two beers in front of her. “Aww, look at you! Getting me a beer before I’m even here? What a sweet guy you are.” 

“It’s poisoned.” 

She snorts, switching beers and drinking. “Then perish, pringado.” 

“You’re an asshole.” 

“Thanks, I had a great teacher.” Jinx takes a sip of her beer and takes off her jacket. “Well, I’m ready to hear the story.” 

“Buckle up, babe. This is a long one.” Mickey unlocks his phone and shows his friend a picture of the Dagger Squad and their partners. “So, this is the fam. Dagger Squad.” 

“The kiddos fly too?” Jesse jokes, and Mickey throws a napkin at her. “Hey!” 

“Focus, dumbass.” Mickey zooms in to show Jake and Red. “These are the leaders. Lieutenant Commander Seresin and Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” 

“They’re married?” 

“They were married. Now they’re divorced and expecting a baby.” 

“Omg, when did they divorce?” She drinks again, already sensing that this is going to be a long story. 

“Three years ago.” 

Jesse chokes on her drink and looks at Mickey with wide eyes. “Something isn’t adding up.”

“You remember Cyclone?” 

“Yeah, Vice Admiral. He once tried to get into my pants.” 

“He what?” Mickey grabs Jinx’s hand, looking into her eyes. “Did he touch you or something?” 

“Oh no, Miguel, don’t worry. It never got that far. I told him that my dick was bigger than his, and he never tried to talk to me outside working hours ever again.” 

Mickey shakes his head, while grabbing his beer. “Your dick is purple, and I bought it for you.” 

"Is it or is it not bigger than his?” Jesse raises her finger, inviting him to contradict her words. 

“Anyway, Cyclone. He was really tired, or maybe just jealous of Jake.” He points at him in the picture. “And decided to mess a bit with him.” 

“So he called his ex-wife?” She ventures, grabbing a napkin and folding it to form a little ship. 

“Yeah, Cyclone called Red Queen Seresin to be team leader, a position that was occupied by Jake. The thing is that Jake asked for a divorce three years before she came, and Red never knew why. She just signed the papers to make him happy.” 

Jinx looks outside the window, observing the waves crash against the shore. “What a great woman.” 

“She was pregnant.” 

She turns her head so quickly that she can feel a crack. “And Jake knew?” 

“No. Neither did her. Found out a few days later.” 

“Wait, so when she came to Top Gun to be the leader…” 

Mickey nods, knowing where her train of thought is headed. “He found out he was a father.” 

“What was his reaction?” 

“Well, surprisingly, his father instincts kicked in, and he was the most amazing dad I’ve ever seen. Well, Payback taught him a lot of things, but you know what I mean.” 

“Yeah. A good dad, that thing neither of us had.” Jinx chortles, reminding Mickey of his past. It wasn’t something that he wanted to recall. 

“Anyway. Jake and Red started spending lots of time together because of their son, Liam, and eventually the feelings reemerged again because Jake didn’t get a divorce because he didn’t love her anymore.” 

“Then why?” 

“Because he was threatened. Do you know SJAC?” 

“Wasn’t the CEO killed a few months ago?” 

“Yeah, Red pulled the trigger.” 

“Say what again?” Jesse queries, gesturing to the bartender to get them another two drinks. 

“Gregory St. James was Jake’s father.” 

“Jake is Jacob St. James?!” She scratches her hair, trying to understand everything. “Okay let me recap. Jake is the heir who fled 20 years ago; he changed his name and eventually met Red; they married, and the father discovered the whole thing, threatened him, and Jake divorced her so she wouldn't be in danger. Neither of the Seresins knew that she was pregnant, and Jake didn’t find out until three years later.” 

“Yeah, you got it all right. But wait, this is where it becomes interesting.” 

Mickey tells her about the threatening messages, about Jake’s past, the mole at base, the Hawaii honeymoon that didn’t last as long as it was supposed to, the kidnapping, Jake and Red’s trip to Hidden Hills, and Red running back into the house to save her husband. 

“...Is it bad to have a crush on the boss?” 

“Jinx!”

“Come on, Miguel! That’s the kind of woman you want to be when you grow up.” 

“You’re not even a girl.” 

“Hey! I’m everything. Girl, boy and everything in between.” She protests, throwing the napkin boat at his head. 

“I know, pendeja. Well, a few weeks ago, there was a birthday party. Liam’s birthday party.” 

“There’s more?” Jinx inquires, leaning against the back of the chair. “Man, this is like watching three seasons of Game of Thrones in one sitting.” 

“Shush, child. It was Liam’s birthday party, and Penny and Mav,” He points at them in the picture. “gave Jake a surprise. They were going to adopt him. He’s now a Mitchell.” 

“But that’s absolutely wonderful! If I tell Maverick that my dad was also mean to me, would he adopt me?” She ponders, her hand on her chin. 

“Nobody would want to adopt you, dumbass.” Mickey chuckles, looking for a new picture on his phone. “This girl appeared soon after, telling Maverick that she was her daughter.” 

“Now you’re kidding me. It’s impossible to reunite so much trauma in one group.” She turns in her seat, grabbing her jacket.

“She’s pregnant.” 

She drops the jacket and sits down. “Bullshit.”

“Twins.” 

“Get outta here!” 

“Rooster is the father.” 

“Rooster. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. A father.” Mickey nods, and she looks at her empty beer. “I’m gonna need something stronger than this.”

“Maybe you can come to my house later. Where are you staying?” 

“I haven’t been assigned a house yet. Do you have room?” 

“Yep, one empty room. You can stay with me.” 

“Just like the good ol’ days.” Jesse sighs and looks at him. “I missed you a lot, you know.” 

Mickey smirks. “Just confess that you have the biggest crush on me, and we can move on.” 

“Says the one that kissed me.” She teases him, a smirk appearing on her lips. 

“We don’t talk about that night.” He warns her. “But yeah, I missed you, too. By the way, how is Tobby?” 

She looks at her hands, sighing. “It didn’t work out. Marines and wizzos don’t work out.” 

“His loss.” He grabs her helmet and stands up. “Come on, I’ll show you your new home.” 

“Please, tell me that you have some tamales.” She begs, getting the jacket from the chair next to her and walking with him. 

“My abuelita brought me some yesterday.” 

Jinx hugs Mickey, almost making the two of them fall to the floor. “I love abuela Camila.” 

“Yeah, she loves you too.” 

#top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfic #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw angst #top gun

[multifandomxreader]

I heard you were looking for Bruno x male reader ideas 🤤

Ooo what about a Bruno x male reader where the reader is like a vagabond that comes to Encanto every year to hang out with the Madrigals? Kind of like a Snufkin and Moomin thing. Like they're kind of together/pining for each other?

One year that M!Reader returns he finds that Bruno isn't waiting for him because he's 'disappeared' so he travels even further in order to look for him, he still comes back every year to see if he's returned. After the events of the movie reader is reunited with Bruno and obviously he's super pissed but he's also so relieved that his favourite boy is back and alive.

Mayyybeeee they get married? uwu'

sorry you had to wait so long for this, hope you like it!

Bruno Madrigal x Male reader

With your backpack heavy on your shoulders, you finally arrived yet again at la casa Madrigal. All year you would travel, you slept in a tent, and made your money by playing the guitar. You made great friends along the way and got to tell all your amazing stories to anyone who would listen. Every year you hung out with the family for a few days sometimes even weeks. You had never been one to settle down but with the family Madrigal, you wouldn't mind staying in the same place forever. When you sprained an ankle or had back pain Jullietta patched you right up with her cooking. Delores would keep everyone updated on your whereabouts and well-being and when you were close to the village Luisa would meet you halfway to help carry your baggage and gifts with pleasure. The Madrigals were basically your family.

They loved to listen to your tales, especially Bruno who hung at your lips every time you spoke. Even when most people wouldn't really talk to Bruno you saw him as the highlight of your visit. After years of your annual visits to the Madrigals you realized your feelings for the dark haired man. You had a while to think about them on your travels. You were certain he would be the one to make you stay and settle down.

You arrived with Luisa at casita, Camillo and Mirabel ran in your arms. You entered casita with the little girl on your back and a copy of yourself. The other family members came to greet you one by one. Julietta welcomed you with a plate of arepas and Isabella gave you a beautiful flower crown as a welcoming gift. Felix welcomed you with open arms "Here comes my favorite visitante!" The weather was perfect and a big smile was plastered on your face as you chatted with Felix and Agustin.

You tried to keep calm but your eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the door of Bruno's room. Agustin noticed the way you looked around, waiting for that one special person. You turned back to him "Where's Bruno?" Suddenly the room went quiet and the faces around you grimaced. Abuela straightened her back and spoke "We don't talk about Bruno" you were so confused and everything felt wrong. Julietta's hand landed on your shoulder and lead you to the kitchen where she let you sit at the table. While making you a drink she told you how Bruno had disappeared without a note.

The following days felt wrong without his presence, you tried to find him but when you realized he really was gone you stayed alone in his room. Your heart ached as you thought about the last time you had seen him.

The dark eyes look at you with admiration as you sing about the things you had seen on your travels and then a goodbye song. Your song ends and you smile at Bruno "Will you write a song about me by the time you return?"  he asks. "Look in the future and find out." You wink. Bruno opens his mouth"I don't want to" You give him a confused look. He takes your hands in his "I don't want to ruin our future with a stupid prophecy." You give him an understanding look and hold his hands tighter. "I'll be back."

Years passed as you looked for Bruno, asking every person you meet if they had seen the small dark-haired Madrigal.

You didn't find him.

Still, you returned to the Madrigals every single year. The smaller Madrigals had now grown into teenagers and the town had been growing too. Even though it was a delight seeing the colorful family your mind kept turning back to Bruno.

It was your annual visit and you arrived at the spot where Luisa would usually wait. Instead, you were met with Bruno. Your Bruno. Maybe a bit older and with more grey strands of hair. But still yours.

You dropped all your stuff and ran over to him. Grabbing his shoulders to make sure he was real. "How the fuck could you do this to me? I was so worried! I- I didn't know what had happened to you..." Bruno kept apologizing while you teared up. You threw yourself into his arms and you hit the ground together. You hugged the air out of his lungs. "I'm just happy you're back" you told him. His hands cradled your face and wiped your tears. "Te amo" he whispered before passionately kissing you, this time it was him making you breathless. You melted into the kiss. "I still want to hear that song"

A few months later you held the most beautiful wedding the town had ever seen, Pepa didn't ruin it (only because Bruno was marrying you). The whole family worked together to make sure you had the best day. Isabella took care of the flowers, and Julietta cooked a heavenly buffet with delicious desserts... You couldn't stop smiling and every time you met his eyes your heart could beat out of your chest. You finally found your reason to stay.

#male reader #bruno madrigal x male reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto x male reader #bruno madrigal x reader #m!reader #encanto x reader

[foggyfanfic]

Queer Madrigals

I'm about to post a couple future!fic for Encanto, so I figured I'd take a minute to talk about my headcanons when it comes to their genders/sexualities.

The Obvious: I've posted somewhat in depth about what I think Bruno and Isabela's individual deals are, so I'm not going to really talk about it here, but yeah. Using the labels I am familiar with, I assume Bruno is demi, bi, and nonbinary, and that Isabela is a lesbian who ends up marrying a trans woman.

The Married: I mean, we can sit here all day and speculate, but the only real headcanons I got are that Juli is demi and Pepa has made out with more women than Bruno.

Mirabel: I've mentioned this, but I didn't really talk about it. Due to heteronormativity I suspect it wouldn't occur to Mirabel to question her sexuality until later in life when the Pride movement starts up. I think she's bi, possibly also demi, but most definitely not very focused on her love life (another reason why she doesn't think too hard about her sexuality). She's got shit to do and if somebody wants to date her they better speak up about it because she's got too many projects going on right now to bother with mind games. Mirabel ends up with a man mostly by coincidence, I saw somebody do the numbers and its just statistically more likely that a bi person will end up with somebody of the opposite sex (the math didn't factor for gender). I try to keep all of my headcanons grounded to peoples lived experiences, and this felt historically accurate.

Luisa: I think that if Luisa were a tumblrina she would end up being CIS+, but would have to go through the journey of exploring her gender due to societal biases. In the context of 1950's Colombia, she spends her youth hearing abuelas and tias talking about how she needs to be more feminine if she wants a husband, and struggles with that for a while. Luisa sings "I glow because I know what my worth is" and that's the sort of thing somebody says when they're on the other side of some serious self doubt, so I do think she had to deal with a bit of misogyny and body image issues. The thing is, Luisa likes the way she looks, and she's proud of what a hard worker she is, but she also wears ribbons in her hair and skirts instead of pants to work in. Furthermore, I suspect every bi person in the village, male or female, has a huge fucking crush on her because if she was a modern tumblrina people would be responding to pictures of her with that "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" stuff. I headcanon her as being technically cishet, but culturally gay due to people being people about the whole Woman with Biceps thing, if that makes sense. Once she starts allowing herself some free time, she dates every bi man in the village.

Dolores: Morosexual. No offense Mariano.

Camilo: You know how gender is a product of your culture and different societies throughout history have had different ideas of how many genders there are and what it means to be a man or woman? I think being able to turn into a woman at will would have an effect on Camilo's relationship with his gender. Like, I don't know if he would be full nonbinary, because I have never met a shapeshifter and asked them how they feel about gender, but I can't imagine he sees gender as a rigid binary. Like I said, I try to stay grounded in my headcanons, and I have zero idea what the lived experience of a shapeshifter is, soooooo...?

Antonio: I have spent a long time weighing the options here, his association with animals makes me think he would be the least traditional Madrigal, so I would like to think he'd end up in the least conventional relationship. I posted a list of headcanons where I floated the idea of him being poly, but I like the idea of him being aroace better. I stand by the rest of it, though. He marries a lesbian, let's her girlfriend move in with them, and he's just kinda there. Like, the women consider themselves married to each other and he's just some guy who talks to birds. They're his best friends and thinks he's pretty great but the only time he has sex is when him and the wives want kids, and other than that he's just vibing. I arrived at this headcanon because I love the idea of him being sorta a reverse Bruno. Like, people think he has two wives so everybody assumes he's this total lady killer, they sing songs about how charming he is, rumors abound that he can make a girl swoon with a single smile, then you talk to him and he's just some guy. Occasionally, a woman will throw herself at him and he's like "No thanks" then starts having a conversation with her cat. Do you see my vision? Anyone? I don't care if nobody else thinks it's funny, because I'm giggling at my computer.

#encanto #queer Madrigals #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #foggy headcanons #encanto headcanons

[yellowcry]

Married to the grave

Many women had been waiting for their wedding since their childhood. Today, Isabela wanted nothing more than to cry her eyes out.

Cracked au comes back! Yes!

Many women had been waiting for their wedding since their childhood. The beautiful white dresser, fancy ceremony... It all was really breathtaking. Isabela enjoyed visiting weddings too, usually to decorate the place. As a child, the idea of a wedding seemed as something magical.

Today she wanted to cry her eyes out. Mariano was a decent man, don't get her wrong. He was nice and kind. Pretty elegant too. But marrying him? She was getting nauseous from this idea. She knew that she would never love him from the very beginning. But Abuela wanted this, so Isabela had to keep her feelings shut. It could be worse. Mariano was at least generally nice as a person. And she was happy he was tolerable as a friend at least. She hoped it would give her some comfort even in spite of the situation.

The wedding dress felt unpleasantly tight, so strong that Isabela felt like she couldn't breathe. It was squeezing the air out of her lungs, restraining her in a white prison. Isabela didn't feel that she would be able to breathe ever again. Even once the ceremony was over, this dress was tied to her skin, it wouldn't let her inhale in full lungs even once she took it off. Never again. The roughness of a soft cotton dress was crushing her.

Isabela felt like she was drowning. That each step took her a bit further and further away from the freedom, from the life she wished to have. The colorful inflorescences of jacaranda flooded the streets, towering beautiful petals over Isabela.

Her twenty-second birthday was going to be the day when she lost her freedom. No, it wasn't like she had much of it before, but this hit in a different way. There were different requirements for the married women. 

Her stomach was tied into a hard knot, her breakfast wanted to get out. Isabela swallowed, burying the gagging deeper into her throat. She felt so sick about today. It wasn't how future wives were supposed to feel and Isabela knew it. The couples under the wedding altar always looked so happy. A total opposite of what Isabela felt herself. It wasn't normal and she knew it. She never wanted to get into this, but right now it was too late. Abuela expected her to marry Mariano, everyone expected them to marry and live their happily ever after. Probably something along with overdramatic lines like "Until the death will part our ways". 

Sometimes, Isabela wished she protested at the beginning, yelling that she didn't want to marry Mariano the moment Abuela even suggested it. She should have said that she would prefer to marry a nice girl! Not him. But it wasn't just about Isabela now, it was about their family and status. Sometimes you had to do what everyone needed instead of what you wanted for yourself. If the family needed Isabela to marry Mariano and have five kids, she would marry Mariano and have five kids. No matter if she felt a headache just from this idea itself.

It was her life and Isabela wouldn't abandon her duty. Being perfect came with a prize. Isabela was pushed into this role, the role of a perfect golden girl as long as she could actually remember herself. She was a little angel since her very birth. Her entire life was based on being perfect. How could she not marry the perfect guy that Abuela had set for her?

The ceremony was big. Isabela had personally wrapped each bench in flowers, decorated the plaza in front of a church. It was standing perfectly in the middle today, the setting sun was glimmering through the building. Isabela's knees were shaking so much that she felt that she would fall in any second but her gait didn't budge even a little. She spent her entire life, being perfect, after such a long time she learned how to hide every flaw in her, no matter how small it was.

Her heart felt like a boulder was chained to it, crashing her core. But it was okay. Isabela didn't let a single tear shred from her eyes. Her smile didn't falter. She was a perfect actor. No one would find out how she felt about this.

Still, something inside her soul had withered the moment she said "Yes".

#encanto #encanto au #cracked au #isabela madrigal #mariano guzman

[carlosfruitsnacks]

yeah so I just saw your requests open and wanted to hop in! (English its not my first language so apologies beforehand!!)

A CamiloxFem! Reader.

Reader comes from one of the most powerful families in the encanto(They're just behind the Madrigals and they're a BIG BIG family) And, ofc! Alma and Reader's Abuelo got Cami and Reader together by arranged marry. (Idk how it is spelled srry)

Soo, being the youngest cousin, daughter, grand daughter and niece Reader is SPOILED ROTTEN by everyone in her household (even outside of it since she is Alma's favorite out of all of them), BUT, reader is sweet, really, really sweet. And it doesn't match with her reputation as a spoiled little princess. At first, camilo is NOT happy. Who would want to marry a whiny and annoying person like her? (The thing is... HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW READER AT ALL, because she doesn't leave her house that often)

She wears pink in every outfit possible and she has a white fluffy ball for a cat which she pick ups in her arms all day and night. said cat its the devils spawn but she doesn't realize it. In their engagement dinner, Camilo accidentaly steps on her pastel pink-snowflake-print dress, his shoe leaves a mark and he is nervious as one can be, he expects a whole tantrum with yells and cries. (And scratches from her cat ofc) He is blatantly surprised when Reader gives him a soft smile and cleans off her clothes without even glaring at him wrong.

He blinks once, twice, even thrice before Reader says that its okay, accidents happen. After that, he is kind of guilty, since they met, Reader was nothing but nice and Cami was there, talking shit about someone he didn't even know. Few days later, Reader and Cami got super well together and are good friends even tho they will be husband and wife later in life. BUT, Reader's older brothers find out that Cami talked bad about her in the past. And guess what? They ready to fight him.

The rest is up to you! (Sorry if it is too long!)

"under all the pink"

summary:

— Abuela Madrigal has set her youngest grandson, Camilo to marry the daughter of one of the most powerful families in Encanto. Camilo isn't fond of the idea, thinking that she's just a spoiled brat but it turns out she was different under all the pink.

genre:

— aged-up & fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

—  hello thank you for requesting, sorry it took too long, i hope you enjoy anon!

When Alma Madrigal received her first great-grandchild from Dolores, she knew that the time had come for one of her grandchildren to marry. Ever since the rebuilding of the Casita, Alma has become more mellow and understanding of her family. Though one thing that hasn't changed is her insistence on arranged marriage. Both of her daughters' marriages weren't sabotaged by her, it was only Isabela did Alma try the arranged marriage. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out for her eldest grandchild but she knew it doesn't have to be.

After some pondering, Alma decided to give arranged marriage one more shot at her oldest grandson, Camilo. The moment has arrived when he was the appropriate age to marry, also, Alma couldn't wait to stop Camilo from slumping around and avoiding responsibilities. He needed to know what it's like to live in the real world for he is no longer a teenager.

"Ah! Glad you have made it Señora Madrigal!"

Alma smiled at the old man she paid a visit to on the other side of town. She politely greeted him as the man lets her in. She has come to discuss marrying Camilo to the old man's youngest granddaughter, [Name] [Surname]. Alma has known the man for decades, she is also aware that he belongs to a powerful family such as hers. So, she decides why not? Alma and the old man talked for a few hours, settling on their agreements as the events sets in place. Camilo is to be wed to [Name] soon.

"I ought to tell my grandaughter the news later. Oh, will Camilo be alright with this decision of yours Señora?"

The old man asked. If Alma was being honest, she wasn't sure how will her grandson will react. Nevertheless, she smiles.

"He'll be fond of it"

Camilo Madrigal is not fond of the news. Alma did her best to gently drop the news to him but he reacted negatively. He was complaining, gripping his hair while pacing in circles, and his shapeshifting was out of control.

"Cálmate, nieto-"

"¡No puedo calmarme, abuela!"

"Ay, you're being dramatic, Camilo"

"Abuela, I love you, but why must you do this to me?!"

"You need to know your way in this world, nieto. You can't be stuck living in the same way!"

Alma said. Camilo huffs and crosses his arms, he understands his grandmother's point but it feels as though she was taking his freedom away. Here, he thought things would change after Mirabel saved the miracle.

"Camilo, you must understand why I'm doing this to you"

"I do! It's not like I don't like the arranged marriage, I just don't like the person I'm being married to"

Camilo admits. Alma's face displayed puzzlement. Camilo didn't like [Name]? Why? Whatever the reason is, it wasn't enough for her to call off the engagement.

"Nieto, it doesn't matter. You must marry her"

"But Abuelaaaa! She's nothing but a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa!"

"Ay cállate, Camilo. Hurry and get dressed nicely because [Name] and her family are coming over for dinner"

Before Camilo can complain, Alma turns and leaves. The shapeshifter muttered a curse and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. He begins to think of ideas, ideas to help him ruin the engagement. He couldn't afford to get married to [Name] [Surname]! Camilo has heard of the stories swarming around town.

He heard that she liked to keep an evil cat around that would scratch anyone's face off if they dared talk crap about her. And that she liked wearing pink and expensive clothing. Camilo knew what privilege was like but he didn't abuse it. He thought she was the type to have everything fed to her with a golden spoon.

Camilo resorted to just ditching the dinner but her mother Pepa caught him climbing out his window and proceeded to give him an earful. After he was forcefully put in his best outfit by his mamá, he goes down. His cousins were preparing the table as he watched.

"You look you're going to choke somebody, primo"

Mirabel walks in. Camilo sighed as he buried his hands in his pockets, he genuinely thought he was going to be the last of his cousins to get married.

"Dios, Mira I absolutely hate it here. What if I just shapeshift into someone else and sneak out?"

" ¡Oye! Don't you dare, hermano!"

Dolores exclaimed from the kitchen, Camilo knew he shouldn't try what he just said, his sister is notorious for spilling secrets at the wrong moments, and he didn't want to cause a scene.

"Who are you getting married to anyway?"

"Señorita malcriada [Name]"

"Oh, her! Heard she's obsessed with pink"

"Tell me about it. I bet she has everything laid out for her since she was an infant. I'm talking major spoiled brat, Mirabel"

"Hey don't say that, primo"

"Why not? Everyone in town says so! I imagine if you don't give her what she wants, she lets out an ugly cry and throws a five-year-old tantrum. I hate people like that"

Camilo frowned, Mirabel gives him a comforting smile she joins the others in preparing. The moment evening arrives, a knock on the door was present. Alma goes to answer it and welcomes the guests in. The Madrigal family greeted everyone as dinner begins. The table was long enough to make available spaces. It seems like nobody was on Camilo's side when the Casita itself literally pushed him into a chair and sets it beside the woman he's supposed to marry.

Speaking of, Camilo looked at you. He takes note of your overly pink and puffy outfit, including the cat on your lap that's hissing and glaring daggers at him. Camilo tries to get on with the evening though it also appears that his appetite has vanished. To keep himself entertained, he goes to bother Mirabel who's sitting on his other side.

"Mira look at her"

"Hmm? Wow, that's a lot of pinks"

"I haven't seen her eating any of tía Julieta's food. I guess she would rather starve herself than eat anything that isn't made by her personal chef"

"Seriously, Camilo, I think you're judging her way too much"

"And look at the cat on her lap! It's literally dressed in pink too and is probably allergic to peasants like me-"

"Camilo, is there something you want to say?"

The shapeshifter chokes on his saliva and clears his throat, Alma raised a brow as the male shook his head. Camilo conceals the roll of his eyes as he decides to look at you for a while. He was cringing at the ridiculous amount of pink on your outfit. You looked beautiful, but not enough to make him swoon. He can smell your expensive perfume and see the glimmer of your jumbo jewelry. Camilo sets his eyes away before they got sore from looking at you.

The dinner ends eventually, Camilo really couldn't figure out anything to stop the now inevitable engagement with you. As everyone stood up to clean up, Camilo pushes his chair back to stand but he feels something under his shoe. To his astonishment, he stepped on the end of your pink dress. He winced when he removed it to see a prominent stain on it. Horrified of what will happen, Camilo gulped to look, his heart dropped when he caught you noticing the stain on your pink dress.

Camilo braced himself for the worse, a loud cry, a tantrum, an angry spitting fit. However, none of the worse things he imagined occurred. You silently reached down with a napkin to wipe the stain off your dress. Camilo blinked several times with his mouth agape, he believed that you were going to make a fuss over your stained dress. You turn to him with a sweet smile that made his knees weak. He deeply inhales.

"¡Lo siento, [Name]!"

"Oh! It's nothing, Camilo. Dinner was amazing, Señora Julieta's cooking is splendid"

"I..yeah, glad you enjoyed it"

"I'll meet you again soon, yes?"

"¡S-sí!"

"Adiós Camilo"

You softly greet him goodbye. Camilo's heart skipped beats as he felt like he was looking at heaven incarnate. You acted nothing as he imagined. You were kind, soft-spoken, and downright making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Before he realized it, guilt came flooding inside. Camilo can feel the bad taste in his mouth after shit-talking about you. He shouldn't have judged you that quickly. He needs to make it up to you somehow for painting you into something you're not.

Out of all the things you were expecting, Camilo Madrigal showing up at your home with gifts is not one of them. You assured him that he shouldn't have but he insisted. You and he got to know each other pretty quickly and became close friends despite being wed soon.

It was fantastic to know Camilo Madrigal, you were glad to be given the chance to see who he was. He was what everyone said, charming, handsome, and selfless. You couldn't ask for any other man to be engaged with. He was considerate and fun to be around, you want to know what it feels like to spend a lifetime with him.

Today, you and Camilo took a stroll in your family's large garden, chatting. Your wedding was due in two weeks, you were stuck between excited and nervous. You wanted to feel worthy to be Camilo's wife.

"I can't believe we're getting married soon, [Name]"

"Yeah, it's quite an odd feeling"

"Nervous?"

"Kinda"

Camilo looked at you with worry. He carefully brushed a stray hair out of your face, you gazed at him with flushed cheeks. He inhales.

"Wanna know something [Name]?"

"What is it?"

"When I first saw you, I thought...I thought you were a spoiled brat who's obsessed with pink and is extremely selfish"

He confesses. You couldn't hold back the snort and laugh that came along with it, you wiped the tears in the corner of your eyes and looked at him.

"You're kidding? You believed those rumors downtown?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I very much regret listening"

"It's fine, Camilo, really!"

"When I stepped on your dress that night, I thought I'm about to meet my doom but then you just...wiped it off and I kinda fell for you then and there"

Camilo shyly looks away, bashfully. You felt your heartstrings getting tugged by this, you reach to caress his cheek, it catches him off-guard.

"You're really sweet, Cami"

"Mierda, are you trying to kill a man?"

You laughed at him as he joined in. It was bizarre for Camilo to be so impatient to marry you, he can't wait to slip that ring on your finger.

"Man, I regret talking shit about you back then"

"Oh? That's interesting, what did you say about me, Cami?"

"You know, I called you shit like Señorita malcriada [Name] and a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa-"

"You called her what?!"

Both of you flinched at the unexpected booming voice. A couple of men jump out of the bushes and looked at Camilo with scowls. You gasped.

"Hermanos, what are you-"

"¡Oye chíco! You don't talk to our hermanita like that!"

"This is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to-"

You watched in horror as your brothers decided to pick a fight with Camilo for something he said long ago. You try to deescalate the situation by calling your mother, your mamá marches in with a chancla in hand and scolded your brothers. You rushed to Camilo and checked on him.

"I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know they were eavesdropping"

"Está bien, [Name]. They're right I never should've talked about you like that"

You pout as you rested your hands on his shoulders, he gives you a grin and placed his hand on your cheek, and leaned in. He gives you an unexpected kiss on your cheek as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I should've known you were more under all the pink. I can't wait to marry you"

Camilo says. Marry you, he did. As he slipped the ring on your finger and you took his last name at the altar, Camilo spent the rest of his life in pink with you.

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[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

Linked Universe Encanto Au?

Kind of dumb, but kind of fun linked universe au. Were the boys plus others are a magical family protecting the secret village of Hyrule, and have a magical house.

We have Hylia as Abuela  And her three children 

Time, Skyward Sword Zelda/Sun, and Warriors 

Times power is what he does in MM, were he puts a mask on, he transforms into that creature. He can create new mask if he wants to, but considering his room  is just walls of mask he doesn’t really need to. (He reflects Julieta) 

Sun’s powers are just her zelda powers, can defeat evil, wisdom, protector of light you get it. (She reflects Pepa) 

Warriors powers is he can time travel, however, whenever he does a not so great outcome happens. So everyone assumes its him. Little do they know he stopped tragedy after tragedy but can never quite fix everything. (He reflects Bruno, and yes he does end up living in the walls.) 

Now for the children! 

Time’s married Malon and together they have.  Twilight, Wild, Wind, and Aryll 

Twilight’s, gift is turning into a wolf, so he can guard the town better then almost anyone. He’s also just naturally super strong so he helps out with the farms a lot. 

Wild’s gift is he can carry almost anything. If he has a bag with him, somehow he can fit an entire house into that bag and then carry it wherever it needs to go. Since he’s also a great cook he often uses his gift to carry around a pantries worth of food and start cooking.  (Both Twilight and Wild reflect the characters of Isabela and Luisa. With a lot of the town seeing them as golden children, but also having so much pressure put on them.) 

Wind is our giftless boy, but loves his family more then anything, and do whatever it take to protect them. (He’s Mirabel) 

Aryll, would be getting her gift soon. When she does she be able to talk to animals. Mainly seagulls. (She’s basically Antonio) 

Sun/Zelda is married to Sky (He married into the family). Together they have.  Legend, Hyrule, and Four. 

Legend’s gift is weather manipulation, he can divide a area into a sperate season if needed. Or switch season at a snap of his fingers. He’s also dating Marin. 

Hyrule’s gift would be healing, and having fairy wings. That way he could get to people faster. 

Four’s gift would be like the games splitting into four separate people and shrinking. He’s also the towns main blacksmith so he’s under a lot of pressure to get things done.  (These three boys are kind of like Dolores and Camilo, but really they see their cousins as brothers so ah. Really Legend be the the most like Camilo, because he have fun singing about his uncle warrior.) 

Basically all of their gifts reflect the games in some way. Also I’m very aware Wind is connected to magic, I just think he’s the closest in personality to Mirabel, and is just a great hype man. 

Just a fun idea I thought of when I was listening waiting on a  miracle and thought of wind. Anyways hope you enjoyed! 

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[allthingsencanto]

Just like all the other Madrigals, Dolores is a character I really feel bad for, even if we didn’t get to know her as much. Not only does she hear EVERYONE’S problems, everyone’s secrets and yet say anything or react to it, but according to Jared Bush, she always felt she was in Isablea’s shadow, and even though the film didn’t explore that, I can definitely believe it.

According to Jared, Dolores is 21, the same age as Isabela, yet she is slightly younger. She was born on August 31st, whereas Isabela was born on August 7th, both on the same year I’m assuming. Keeping Isabela’s golden child and perfect praise in mind, I wouldn’t be surprised if when the two girls were growing up, the focus was mainly always on Isabela, and why wouldn’t it be? She was beautiful, could grow flowers, and the future looked bright for her. I definitely think that Alma and the family thought that Isabela would grow and do wonderful things due to her power, and then there’s Dolores, who has super hearing. While her gift is definitely useful, I wouldn’t be surprised if people only asked her for things regarding that, and that’s it. Now that’s not to say I don’t think her parents, her two uncles, and Alma showered her with love when they could, but I think it’s clear that Isabela would be looked up to more, admired more. I definitely feel like Dolores went through the same phase Mirabel did, where she feels like no one really gets her, no one really pays attention to her or sees her entirely, thanks to Isablea being in the spotlight, as well as Dolores herself being a quiet oddball. It of course also doesn’t help when she figures out the man that she loves will be marrying her cousin that everyone adores, and all Dolores can do is be quiet and stand by while it happens, watching in pain. The thing is, we know that Dolores likes to slip a few things of what she knows out to the public, and a sad theory I have is I definitely picture Abuela being stern once and awhile after she caught her granddaughter saying something she shouldn’t have. It’s just sad to think about how Dolores hears everything, yet most of the time she has to keep her mouth shut in fear of rocking the boat or causing a commotion. She has to stand to the side, wether she likes it or not. I also love how she whispers most of the time, she’s clearly sensitive to loud noises and all, as she covers her ears when it’s loud, and claps with her fingers. Keeping that in mind, it pains me to also think about how due to that, she can’t really be loud, be expressive and have fun, which made me happy to see her singing aloud during “All Of You”. Anyway, she’s a very interesting character who has her own dose of angst to explore, people always ask her what she hears, but what about her? I really want to see more of her and her perspective, and since Adassa has recently said on her TikTok that she will be “Doing some things with Disney”, here’s to hoping! 🧡🎼🎧

#encanto #jared bush #walt disney animation studios #disney’s encanto #walt disney #disney animation #bryan howard #family madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto Dolores #encanto characters #character analysis #disney characters #adassa encanto #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores my beloved #SHE IS GORGEOUS TOO LIKE STUNNING WOMAN CHEFS KISS #mariano guzmán

[naoko-world]

Fic recommendation of the week

This week a lot of people posted some good prank fics for Aprils fools! Unfortunately, I had to make choices so none of them are in there. Maybe if I read them again. I couldn't pass on these choices though.

The first one is one I finally started reading this week for the release of the 3th chapter: A different shade of magic!

It's an alternative universe story where Bruno's prophecy is different from the one of the movie. He decided to show it to Alma, leading her to keep Mirabel by her side and showing her how much she's still loved despite being giftless. But Mirabel is dreaming of being free! Her abuela love is too overwhelming and a bad boy is decided to take advantage of it.

I really like the idea of having Abuela acting completely differently from the events of the movie following the discovery of that prophecy like...She understand Mirabel is in danger and wants to protect her from it, as well as the family and it's awesome! I love too how it still creates problems because she became way too protective.

Took me a very long time to read but here is Orange, from @sorryiwasasleep.

After a prank where he received a strange orange substance on the head, Bruno is surprised to attract stares.

That was so fun! I basically didn't expect the reason of the stares but I LOVE the idea and I love how it shows that Bruno is still Pepa's twin.

I won't spoil the reason though, if you want to know please go read it!

Last one is one @sorryiwasasleep recommended me: Seize upon the moment (long ago).

Well, Cecilia, the OC supposed to marry Bruno, feels a bit too American, like she's typically the American cowgirl from movies with pants and a red-button up, but I love how she has some guts and doesn't imagine marrying Bruno because she thinks he's not better than the other men in town.

I also love the main antagonist of the fic, that man who is very apparently very popular but fell for the one girl who doesn't like him and never will.

Can't wait to see how it'll evolve from there, how he'll be a danger for Bruno and Cecilia!

That's all folks!

#encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #fic rec #encanto fic rec #fic recommendation

[queerbuckleys]

INSPIRATION SATURDAY//SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY tagged by @dickley-buddie @swiftiediaz and @rogerzsteven 💖

He is waiting in the little cutout of his childhood church on a hot Wednesday morning, the sweat under his collar and cuffs seeping through the fabric. 

The crowd lining the pews was somewhat depressing if he was honest with himself. But it made sense. Not everyone is going to drop everything and come to a shotgun wedding midweek. 

He doesn’t understand the insistence that they had to do this in a house of God. He never really pictured his wedding, not really, but if he did, he saw himself getting married on the beach. Proclaiming vows over the crashing waves, the salty breeze ruffling through the hair of the faceless nameless person he would marry. But here he was in a tuxedo that was at least a size too big, risking heat exhaustion in his childhood church. Helena had said that they had disgraced the sanctity of marriage enough that it was the least they could do to stay in God’s good graces. 

The organ started playing and he waited as the priest made his way up the aisle, he waited as Abuela made her way, and his parents. Finally the priest gave him the nod for him to move to the altar, and it almost felt like he was wearing cinder blocks instead of rented high shine tuxedo shoes. But he made it, and waited as Sophia and the only person he could think of for his best man at the last minute, Henry, made their way up the aisle, followed by Adriana who was tossing flower petals along the carpet. 

Henry settles next to him and leans over and in a half whisper says,  “Who knew you and Shannon would be the ones to get married out of all of us?” 

He just shifts in his spot as the organ shifts to the familiar notes of the traditional wedding march pouring out of the organ as everyone stands and turns their heads toward the doors. 

And Shannon looks gorgeous,simple yet sophisticated dress cascading over her, the lace sleeves swirling down her arms. It had been the one thing she insisted upon- she wanted to look like princess Kate, just for the day. Her veil draped over her face but she stared through it until she could lock eyes with him. And when she did, everything melted away. It was just them, as it would have been if they had just been able to go to city hall. 

He follows the somewhat familiar steps of mass with water rushing in his ears the entire time he hears snippets. He does the sign of the cross, he responds “and also with you.” when appropriate, and then the priest is asking them to kneel, and invites Janet and Helena for the traditional readings. 

His mothers voice rings in and out as she speaks, “Love is patient and kind…it does not rejoice in wrongdoings...Love never ends.” 

He bites his lip hard to bring himself back.

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