#daniela cruz

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Ferrari

directed by Michael Mann, 2023

#Ferrari #Michael Mann #movie mosaics #Adam Driver #Penélope Cruz #Gabriel Leone #Sarah Gadon #Giuseppe Festinese #Patrick Dempsey #Daniela Piperno

[drabbles-mc]

The Worst Of It

Coco Cruz x OC Daniela Reyes

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Daniela Reyes

For Day 28 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: bed ridden / semiconscious

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of drugs/detox, language

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: I've been dyinggggg to write more for the whole Daniela/Coco universe. This is a nice little angsty fic, technically a flashback compared to all fo the other stuff that I've written for them. I just love all of the tension between her and Coco, all of the hurt there. I love all the complications it causes with EZ and Angel. Idk. I just. I have so many feelings about all of them.

If you want to read more Dani Reyes fics, check these out: X X X X

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Daniela was just putting the dishes left over from lunch in the sink when she heard the tell-tale rumble of a motorcycle getting louder as it approached her house. The list of people who it might be was getting shorter and shorter by the day, and at this point she would’ve been shocked if someone besides Angel or EZ showed up on her doorstep. Taking a deep breath, she shut off the faucet, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to get any cleaning done until whoever it was had come and gone, said whatever it was they had to say to her.

She could tell when they’d rolled into her driveway. She held her breath for a moment, praying that the noise wouldn’t wake up her daughter that she’d finally just gotten down for a nap. Ana was no stranger to the sounds of motorcycles, even though she was hardly a toddler. But that didn’t mean that she was always able to sleep through it. When the engine died and it wasn’t followed by the sound of cries coming down the hall or through the baby monitor, Daniela let out a sigh of relief and finally started making her way towards the front door.

Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, someone knocked on the other side of it. She didn’t hesitate as she undid the locks and pulled the door open. She also didn’t make any effort to hide the exhaustion and annoyance on her face, because no matter who it was, they were just going to have to deal.

Angel’s eyes widened in surprise, not thinking that she was going to materialize so quickly. “Shit, hey, Dani.”

She took a deep breath, leaning against the doorframe, blocking him from entering in the process. “Hey, Angel.” She paused, and when he didn’t have an immediate response, she shrugged and said, “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat, nerves crossing over his features for a moment as he asked, “You got a minute?”

“Depends.”

He sighed, wanting to be annoyed with how short she was being with him, but he knew that if anyone had the right to be carrying that sort of frustration around, it was her. He didn’t want to admit that, wouldn’t out loud, but underneath it all he knew it was the truth.

“Please.”

Sighing, she shook her head but stepped out of the doorway to let him in. “Fine. But I just put Ana down for a nap, so don’t wake her up.”

“Good. That mean you can’t yell at me?”

She shot him a brief glare. “Why would I be yelling at you, Angel?”

He followed her into the kitchen, spotting the baby monitor that was resting on the table, the high chair that still had a few stray pieces of rice on the tray of it. He already regretted showing up, knowing what he was going to ask of her, but there was no going back now. “Gotta ask a favor.”

She couldn’t hide the look on her face—disappointed but not surprised. “You serious, Angel?” She shook her head. “What kind of favor?” She looked at him expectantly, his silence not providing her with any comfort. Her brows knit together, knot forming in her stomach that was battling it out with the burning anger that was building. “What kind of favor, Angel?”

Scratching at the back of his neck, he couldn’t look her in the eyes as he said, “Coco.”

The laugh she barked out was a cruel one, one that made Angel wish that he hadn’t decided to show up. “Are you kidding me right now? You,” she shook her head, raking her hands back through her hair as she leaned back against the counter, “you can’t be serious.”

“I know, I know, but—”

“No,” she cut him off, using all the self-restraint she had to not raise her voice, “you clearly don’t know if you came here to ask me to do anything for him right now.”

“You think I’d be here if I had another choice?”

She scoffed. “Honestly? Yea, I do.”

He should’ve seen that coming. He deserved that one. Taking a deep breath, he tried to figure out the best way to ask her for what he needed, what Coco needed, in a way that would actually get her to say yes. He didn’t know if there really was any way to do that.

“He’s detoxing,” Angel finally spit out.

Daniela stopped, freezing for a moment. It wasn’t what she had been expecting him to say. It was good news, in a way, but she still wasn’t in a place where she was going to be outwardly excited about it. “Good.”

“Yea, but,” he shook his head, “he’s in rough fuckin’ shape, Dani.”

She shrugged. “I’m sure he fucking is. Coming down off all the shit he’s been doing isn’t going to be pretty.”

“He needs help.”

“He needs help?!” she snapped, just barely managing to rein her tone back in. “I’ve been raising my daughter, his daughter, completely by myself. I haven’t gotten a damn thing from him, haven’t gotten a thing from his fucking club, either,” she spat.

Angel flinched at that. It wasn’t really the club she was mad at, but it was easier to just blame all of them in one fell swoop. “Dani—”

“If you can’t be here for me, the least you could do is go and be there for him. There’s only,” tears stung at her eyes, the sadness underneath all of her anger, “there’s only so much I can fucking do.”

Angel frowned, knowing that he should let it lie, take his loss on the chin and move along. He couldn’t, though. Like a dog with a bone he just couldn’t manage to let it go.

“C'mon, Dani—he needs you.”

“What about all the times I needed him? When Ana needed him? What about that?” she shot back, voice growing heavier with each word.

“He’s not ever gonna be able to be there for you or her if he doesn’t fucking make it through this.”

“Don’t fucking put that on me, Angel.” Her voice was low, harsh. “You have no right. You don’t get to make it seem like I’m just a bitch who doesn’t want to help him through this. I did that. I tried, for months, and I got met with resistance at every turn. While all you motherfuckers were running around ignoring it, he was coming home to me and his kid and I was trying to clean up the mess. I,” she shook her head, “I did my time with that. He had his chance to get his help from me and he didn’t take it. And someone’s gotta worry about our daughter, put her first, and it’s clearly not gonna be him.”

“Daniela—”

“And,” she cut him off, “all that aside, there’s nothing that I bring to the table that you guys can’t do yourselves.”

“You’re a nurse.”

“It’s not gonna take a fucking medical professional to keep him alive, Angel. It’s just gonna take someone who can focus and stay awake—I know that’s a lot to ask of most of you.”

Neither of them said anything after that. Neither of them moved, either. Angel was half-expecting Daniela to kick him out of her house, and he honestly wouldn’t have been able to blame her for it. He was waiting for another scathing monolog from her, all the words that she had been keeping to herself and stuffing down deeper and deeper in her chest because she knew if she allowed herself the time to dwell on them, there wouldn’t be time for anything else.

She shook her head. “This isn’t fair. You know that, right? Coming here and putting this on me? That’s fucked up. You, you know I left because I needed to take care of my fucking kid. How can you ask me for this?”

“’Cause you’re family, and so is he.”

She sniffled, letting her chin drop towards her chest as she looked down at the floor. “When does that stop being enough?”

He gnawed at the inside of his lip as he tried to come up with something new to say. But there was nothing that he could tell her that she wouldn’t have an argument for. He was behind the eight ball before he’d even crossed the threshold into her house.

“He needs someone who can take care of him. Just, just till this shit stops looking like it’s gonna kill him.”

She sniffled, trying to blink back her tears as she lifted her head, gaze finding Angel’s eyes all over again. “And in this scenario you have in your head where I go over there and magically nurse him back to health, fix all the broken shit in him, and between us, who is taking care of my daughter? Because there’s no fucking way I’m bringing Ana around that.”

“I’ll watch her,” Angel answered immediately, feeling like even Daniela talking about it hypothetically was a win.

She scoffed, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “You? Really?”

“Don’t fuckin’ say it like that.”

“How should I say it then, hm? You, you haven’t watched Ana by yourself since…pretty much ever.”

He sucked his teeth. “You never let anyone besides Pops ever—”

“EZ’s watched her a bunch of times when I’ve gotten called into work,” she cut him off, knowing exactly what his argument was going to be. “All the shit you guys say about the club being a family, and the only one who’s showed up for me is your goddamn prospect.”

“This shit isn’t on the club,” Angel said with a shake of his head, knowing it was only partially true. Daniela and Ana may not have been the club’s responsibility, but Coco definitely was.

“No, but it is on you. Besides, do you, do you realize that it’s not like this is just going to be a twenty-four-hour thing? Detox, real detox takes days, weeks. You want me to just pack up my life and move into his spot for this?”

“No, no.” Truthfully, he hadn’t thought about the fact that it was probably going to take so long. “I’m not asking you to stay there forever. Just, just a day or two until he gets through the worst of it.”

“It’s all the worst of it, Angel!” she snapped, tears welling back in her eyes.

Angel shrunk back at that. She didn’t have to explain what she meant by that—he already knew. His shoulders sagged, accepting the defeat that had seemed inevitable going into this entire conversation. “Look, I’m just gonna—”

“Two days.”

“What?”

“I’ll give him two days. I’ll keep him alive and get him through this shit because he’s still,” she dragged her hands down her face, “he’s still Ana’s dad. And I don’t want it on my conscience if he—”

“Thank you,” he cut her off, crossing the expanse of her kitchen in two long strides as he pulled her into a hug.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

The next day, Daniela found herself sitting in her car in Coco’s driveway, not feeling at all ready to get out and go inside. It’d been so long since the last time she saw him—she couldn’t even try to fathom how he was going to react to her being there. It crossed her mind in that moment that she had no idea if Angel even told him that she was showing up. The entire situation was a fucking mess. She knew it had to be bad when Angel showed up to her house walking on eggshells just before she left. The man didn’t have a cautious bone in his body, but he managed it with this, as he should’ve.

She looked down at the screen of her phone, looking at the picture of Ana that she had set as her background. She tried to take a deep breath, tried even harder to ignore how shaky it was. The number of times that she’d told Angel to call or text or videochat her if anything happened or if he had any questions was too high to count. Under any other circumstances, he would’ve given her shit for it, but he had no right to now. Underneath it all, there was a part of Daniela that knew Angel would be fine. Ana was still so small, so young. And Angel was better with kids than she was inclined to give him credit for. The entire situation made it tough for her to allow him any kind of praise, though.

After another minute ticked by, she knew that she couldn’t keep putting it off. Cutting the ignition on her car, she grabbed her medical bag, and her bag of clothes, and started to make her way up towards the door.

She let herself in using the key that Angel had given her. She wanted to announce herself on entry, but she couldn’t force the words out. It was the first time she’d been to Coco’s new place, and it was exactly what she had been expecting given how dire the situation apparently was.

She slowly made her way through, trying to get a decent lay of the land. She was just walking through the living room when she heard a shuffling noise coming from another room, followed by Coco’s voice. “Angel, I swear to god,” he sounded like he’d been to hell and back—Daniela knew that he was probably still there, hadn’t made it to the back part yet, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if—”

“It’s not Angel,” Daniela managed to force out as she walked towards the sound of his voice, exhausted as it was. She gave the door a light knock before walking in. “But it seems like we both feel the same about him right now.”

Coco’s eyes went wide as she stepped into the room. He coughed, trying to prop himself upright at least a little. “D-Dani?”

She couldn’t even try to force a smile, so she just nodded as she set her medical bag down. “Angel said things were pretty rough.”

Coco shook his head, trying to deny it even though everything about his appearance said otherwise. He looked like he’d been knocking on death’s door for the last few days, eyes bloodshot, a sheen of sweat over his skin and in his hair. His hands were trembling even as he tried to hide them beneath the blanket that he had wrapped around him.

“You don’t gotta stay.”

Daniela laughed but there was no humor in it. “Yea, I do.” Leaning down, she gently pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, lips dipping into a frown as she did. “When was the last time you ate something? Drank some water?”

There was an emotional lilt to his voice as he said, “Dani—”

“Coco,” she cut him off, her voice firm but not quite angry, “Angel said he wanted me here because you needed a nurse or someone with more brainpower than the rest of your club. So that’s what I’m doing—I’m keeping you alive through the next few days of horrendous shit you’re going to be going through. That’s all this is. I’m not,” she shook her head, “I’m not here to talk about us, or Ana, or any of that. It’s not the fucking time, okay?”

“But—”

“Okay?”

He was too exhausted to fight her on it, so he gave a small nod before letting his head rest back against the pillow again. “Alright.”

She nodded. “Good.” Dropping the bag that had her clothes and other items, she made her way back towards the bedroom door. “I’ll get you some water, and try to pull something together for you to eat.”

“I’m sorry,” he said when her hand was on the door, “’bout everything.”

She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to keep her composure. “I know.”

By the time that she came back, Coco was asleep again.  Daniela took a deep breath as she walked in, setting his water bottle and the soup she’d made off to the side on the nightstand beside his bed. She sat down on the edge of the mattress, careful not to disturb him. She watched him for a couple moments, unable to ignore the tightening sensation in her chest, the sting of her eyes as they filled with tears all over again.

There were too many things to think about when she looked at him. As difficult as his complete absence had been for her, it at least spared her having to look at him and think about every single thing that had ever gone wrong, everything that had ever gone right, and all the things in between. But now here they were, and she was trying her best not to drown underneath it all. It was so much easier when she was staying away from him and staying angry.

Reaching out, she rested her hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake. As much as she wanted to let him sleep, she also knew that there was no way that he had been drinking enough water. Catching up on sleep would be easy enough to do over the next couple of days—he wasn’t going to have the energy or the ability to do much else. But there was only so long that he was going to be able to go without drinking water before it made everything worse. Coco, Angel, none of the men in the MC ever took good care of themselves even with things were going right, let alone in situations like this.

“Hey,” she said, her voice having lost the edge it had earlier, “c’mon, Coco. You gotta at least drink some water, okay?”

He grumbled something under his breath as he tried to turn and roll away from her. It would’ve been amusing under any other circumstances.

“Drink this,” she took his hand and put the water bottle in it, “and then you can go back to sleep.”

That’s how it went for the next few hours. Coco faded in and out of sleep, and in his brief moments of lucidity Daniela did her best to feed him and keep him hydrated. She kept wiping the sweat off of his forehead and neck. If he’d had more energy, he would’ve fought her on it, but he just didn’t have it in him. It worked both ways, too—if Daniela hadn’t been so drained by all of it, she would’ve been acting different too.

She’d dragged the chair from the living room into his bedroom, wanting something more comfortable than the flimsy chairs in his kitchen. Plus, all things considered, she didn’t think that he was going to have much of a problem with her moving furniture around for a little bit. Even if he did, Daniela was pretty sure that she’d win almost any fight against him at this point.

She was curled up in the chair, trying to distract herself with the book she’d brought with her, anything to keep her from overthinking her situation with Coco, anything to keep her from compulsively texting Angel to make sure that things were going okay with Ana. It felt like there was so much she was supposed to be doing and yet she couldn’t do any of it. There were only so many times that she could check her phone to see if Angel was going to call before she drove herself insane.

There were so many layers to how out of place she felt. Every time she looked at Coco, watched him as he shuffled back and forth from the bathroom, no energy to make any detours, she felt like she just wanted to melt into the floor beneath her. Everything that they’d been through, and they had somehow managed to end up here. They were finally back in the same room and they couldn’t have felt farther apart.

She listened intently, trying to make out what he was grumbling as he ebbed and flowed from consciousness. Shaking her head, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands. “What am I gonna do with you, Johnny?”

It was getting later into the evening, and Daniela was fairly certain that Coco was going to be out for most of the night going forward. Grabbing her bag of clothes off the floor, she walked out of Coco’s bedroom to go to the bathroom to change. She was halfway there when she heard the sound of a motorcycle getting closer. There was no way that that was a coincidence.

She checked her phone again, already prepared to curse Angel out for not even being able to last the first twenty-four hours unsupervised with his niece. She was already picturing Angel having dropped Ana off at their father’s house before making his way over to the house. She was on the brink of grinding her teeth in frustration as she walked over to the door. The sadness and exhaustion that had been settled so deeply into her bones just a few minutes before seemed to lessen almost instantly as she geared up for whatever altercation she was about to get into with her brother.

Yanking the door open, bag of clothes still slung over her shoulder, Daniela had already taken a deep breath in, ready to start her tirade aimed at Angel. She nearly stumbled back a step when she found herself face-to-face with EZ instead. It took her a few seconds to get herself right, pick her jaw up off the floor. Once the shock wore off, she felt her nerves start to set in.

“What’s up?”

EZ shrugged, hands gripping the edges of his kutte. “Nothin’.”

“If you need Coco for something,” she said, trying to get a read on her brother’s face and failing, “he’s not gonna be useful for anything for…a while.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“He’s knocked right now but,” she opened the door a little wider, allowing space for him to walk inside, “if you need to talk to him you can wait until he wakes up again.”

EZ stepped inside, watching as Daniela shut and locked the door behind him. He looked around the house, noticing that it was a little more straightened-up than the last time he’d been there. He had no doubt that it was Daniela’s doing.

“I got nothing to say to him,” EZ finally said as he looked back at his sister.

Her brows knit together as she tried to figure out what exactly it was he needed. “Okay? So, what, then?”

He shook his head just enough to be noticeable. “What the fuck are you doing here, Dani?” he asked, an edge to his voice that she could hear him trying to get under control.

She gestured to the bedroom door. “Making sure your friend in there doesn’t aspirate.”

“Yea but why are you the one—”

“Ask your fucking brother,” she snapped.

“I did. That’s the only reason I knew you were here.” He paused, and when he saw the confusion on her face he continued, “I stopped by to check on you and Ana. Hadn’t heard from you in a couple days. When I got there I just saw Angel’s bike outside and knew that that couldn’t mean anything good.”

Daniela let out a sad laugh. “Sad state of things, huh?”

EZ offered a brief, half-hearted smile that went away too quickly. “He ask you to do all this shit?”

She sighed, not wanting to respond but finally giving in with a nod. “Yea.” She heard the deep breath that EZ took, and for as much as she didn’t want to be coming to Angel’s or Coco’s defense at the moment, she couldn’t stop herself as she said, “Angel just didn’t know what to do.”

“He never fucking does,” EZ said, exhaustion heavy in his voice and it wasn’t from a lack of sleep.

“Ezekiel…”

“No, Daniela. He shouldn’t be fuckin’ doing that to you. This shit,” he pointed to Coco’s room, “is not your fucking problem anymore.”

“He’s still my kid’s dad.”

“Yea, but you’re the only one who’s been acting like a parent.”

She sighed. “I know. But once Angel asked me I couldn’t just…leave him…”

“I know.” He tried to tone down his annoyance, his anger, not wanting to take it out on the wrong person. He’d already given Angel enough of an earful. “But go home. I’ll stay here.”

“I can’t ask—”

“You’re not asking. Coco is the club’s problem, not yours. Go home, tell Ana she’s only got one cool tío.”

Daniela managed a weak laugh despite the tears in her eyes. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Positive.” He pulled her into a gentle hug. “I was pre-med, remember? I got this.”

She leaned into him for a moment, thankful that it felt like there was still at least one person in her corner. “Thank you, EZ.” She sniffled, wiping the tears off her cheeks as quickly as she could. “I’m gonna get a fucking earful from Angel when I get home, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, shrugging. “Probably. Tell him to call me about it.”

Her laugh was a tiny bit more genuine. “I’m sure that’ll go over so fucking well.”

EZ nudged her towards the door. “Get outta here, Dani.”

“You’re sure?”

“Stop asking,” he said, flashing her a quick smile for reassurance, “and go home.”

Taking a deep breath, she finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll leave my med bag for you, just in case. Hopefully you won’t need it. And, um,” she pulled the key to Coco’s house out of her pocket and handed it over to him, “house key. I don’t…I don’t want this. Give it to Angel next time you see him.”

EZ nodded as he slipped it into the pocket of his kutte. “Will do.”

She stepped in and hugged him again, tighter this time. “Thank you. And, you know, call me if shit goes down, okay? I’ll come and—”

“I’m not calling you for anything having to do with this,” he cut her off, gently as he could. He kissed the side of her head. “Love you.”

She nodded as she pulled away from him and went towards the door. “Love you too.”

EZ lingered by the door until he heard the sound of her car driving away. Once it was silent again, he made his way towards Coco’s bedroom. He pushed the door open and let himself in, instantly seeing the way that Daniela had gotten herself as comfortable as she really could have in the given scenario.

When he looked over at the bed, EZ saw that Coco was awake, sitting half-upright and staring at him. Even through his exhaustion and sickness, and the myriad of other things he was feeling, it was impossible to miss the fear that was written across Coco’s face. EZ could tell by the look in the man’s eyes that he’d heard the conversation between EZ and Daniela. EZ wasn’t going to be the one to bring that up, though.

Coco tried to clear his throat, only landing himself in a small coughing fit before saying, “What’s up, Boy Scout?”

EZ shrugged, feigning nonchalance over the resentment that was bubbling inside of him. “Stopped by to send Daniela home.”

Coco nodded once. “She good?”

“Yea. She’s got a kid to take care of.”

He flinched at the reply, but he knew better then to dig himself deeper than he already had. “Right.” If he had the energy, he would’ve been much more tense than he was. “Thanks, EZ.”

He shook his head. “Don’t thank me.”

“Nah, I mean—”

“Don’t thank me,” EZ reiterated, “because I’m not doing this for you.” He saw the way Coco shrunk back as he continued, “None of this should’ve been put on her. That’s the only reason I’m here. If it weren’t for her, I’d let you dry out on your own, ship you off to Gracie’s, whatever means you aren’t Daniela’s fucking problem anymore.”

Coco was silent for the longest few seconds of his life before he finally said, “Sorry.”

EZ shook his head as he sat down where Daniela had been only a few minutes before. “I’m not the one who needs an apology.”

There had been a time when EZ would’ve been more positive about all of it. He would’ve given pep talks, done whatever it was that he thought would be the best thing for Coco. He was past all of that now, though. EZ had watched his little sister get put through too much pain to have any sympathy left for the man lying in the bed in front of him. He’d do enough to keep Coco in one piece, help Daniela not lose her entire mind, but that was where it started and ended for him. Whatever friendship, whatever bonds that he and Coco had had before were damaged beyond all recognition now.

Settling back into the chair a little more, EZ said, “Get some rest, man.”

“Yea,” Coco gave a small nod as he laid flat against the mattress again, “right.”

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Film after film: Ferrari (dir. Michael Mann, 2023)

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[Lei s’innamorò come s’ innamorano sempre le donne intelligenti:

come un’ idiota]

La zia Daniela s’innamorò come s’innamorano sempre le donne intelligenti: come un’idiota. Lo aveva visto arrivare un mattino, le spalle erette e il passo sereno, e aveva pensato: «Quest’uomo si crede Dio». Ma dopo averlo sentito raccontare storie di mondi lontani e di passioni sconosciute, si innamorò di lui e delle sue braccia come se non parlasse latino sin da bambina, non avesse studiato logica e non avesse sorpreso mezza città imitando i giochi poetici di Góngora e di suor Juana Inés de la Cruz come chi risponde ad una filastrocca durante la ricreazione. Era tanto colta che nessun uomo voleva mettersi con lei, per quanto avesse occhi di miele e labbra di rugiada, per quanto il suo corpo solleticasse l’immaginazione risvegliando il desiderio di vederlo nudo, per quanto fosse bella come la Madonna del Rosario. Gli uomini avevano paura di amarla, perché c’era qualcosa nella sua intelligenza che suggeriva sempre un disprezzo per il sesso opposto e le sue ricchezze.

Ma quell’uomo che nulla sapeva di lei e dei suoi libri le si accostò come a chiunque altra. Allora la zia Daniela lo dotò di un’intelligenza abbagliante, una virtù angelica e un talento d’artista. Il suo cervello lo guardò in tanti modi che in capo a dodici giorni credette di conoscere cento uomini.

Lo amò convinta che Dio possa aggirarsi tra i mortali, abbandonata con tutta se stessa ai desideri e alle stramberie di un uomo che non aveva mai avuto intenzione di rimanere e non aveva mai capito neppure uno di tutti i poemi che Daniela aveva voluto leggergli per spiegare il suo amore.

Un giorno così com’era venuto, se ne andò senza neppure salutare. Non ci fu allora in tutta l’intelligenza della zia Daniela una sola scintilla in grado di spiegarle ciò che era successo.

Ipnotizzata da un dolore senza nome né destino, diventò la più stupide delle stupide. Perderlo fu un dolore lungo come l’insonnia, una vecchiaia di secoli, l’inferno.

Per pochi giorni di luce, per un indizio, per gli occhi d’acciaio e di supplica che le aveva prestato una notte, la zia Daniela sotterrò la voglia di vivere e cominciò a perdere lo splendore della pelle, la forza delle gambe, l’intensità della fronte e delle viscere.

Nel giro di tre mesi divenne quasi cieca, le crebbe una gobba sulla schiena e dovette succedere qualcosa anche al suo termostato interno, perché, nonostante indossasse anche in pieno sole calze e cappotto, batteva i denti dal freddo come se vivesse al centro stesso dell’inverno. La portavano fuori a prendere aria come un canarino. Le mettevano accanto frutta e biscotti da becchettare, ma sua madre si portava via il piatto intatto mentre Daniela rimaneva muta, nonostante gli sforzi che tutti facevano per distrarla.

All’inizio la invitavano in strada, per vedere se, guardando i colombi e osservando la gente che andava e veniva, qualcosa in lei cominciasse a dare segni di attaccamento alla vita. Provarono di tutto. Sua madre se la portò in Spagna e le fece girare tutti i locali sivigliani di flamenco senza ottenere da lei nulla più di una lacrima, una sera in cui il cantante era allegro. La mattina seguente inviò un telegramma a suo marito:«Comincia a migliorare, ha pianto un secondo». Era diventata come un arbusto secco, andava dove la portavano e appena poteva si lasciava cadere sul letto come se avesse lavorato ventiquattr’ore di seguito in una piantagione di cotone. Alla fine non ebbe più forze che per gettarsi su una sedia a dire a sua madre:«Ti prego, andiamocene a casa».

Quando tornarono, la zia Daniela camminava a stento, e da allora non volle più alzarsi dal letto. Non voleva neppure lavarsi, né pettinarsi, né fare pipì. Un mattino non riuscì neppure ad aprire gli occhi.

«E’ morta!», sentì esclamare intorno a sé, e non trovò la forza di negarlo.

Qualcuno suggerì a sua madre che un tale comportamento fosse un ricatto, un modo di vendicarsi degli altri, una posa da bambina viziata che, se di colpo avesse perso la tranquillità di una casa sua e la pappa pronta, si sarebbe data da fare per guarire da un giorno all’altro. Sua madre fece lo sforzo di crederci e seguì il consiglio di abbandonarla sul portone della cattedrale. La lasciarono lì una notte con la speranza di vederla tornare, affamata e furiosa, com’era stata un tempo. La terza notte la raccolsero dal portone e la portarono in ospedale tra le lacrime di tutta la famiglia.

All’ospedale andò a farle visita la sua amica Elidé, una giovane dalla pelle luminosa che parlava senza posa e che sosteneva di saper curare il mal d’amore. Chiese che le permettessero di prendersi cura dell’anima e dello stomaco di quella naufraga. Era una creatura allegra e attiva. Ascoltarono il suo parere. Secondo lei, l’errore nella cura della sua intelligente amica consisteva nel consiglio di dimenticare. Dimenticare era una cosa impossibile. Quel che bisognava fare era imbrigliare i suoi ricordi perché non la uccidessero, perché la obbligassero a continuare a vivere.

I genitori ascoltarono la ragazza con la stessa indifferenza che ormai suscitava in loro qualsiasi tentativo di curare la figlia. Davano per scontato che non sarebbe servito a nulla, ma autorizzarono il tentativo come se non avessero ancora perso la speranza, che ormai avevano perso.

Le misero a dormire nella stessa stanza. Passando davanti a quella porta, in qualsiasi momento, si udiva l’infaticabile voce di Elidé parlare dell’argomento con la stessa ostinazione con la quale un medico veglia un moribondo. Non stava zitta un minuto. Non le dava tregua. Un giorno dopo l’altro, una settimana dopo l’altra.

«Come hai detto che erano le sue mani?», chiedeva.

Se la zia Daniela non rispondeva, Elidé l’attaccava su un altro fronte.

«Aveva gli occhi verdi? Castani? Grandi?».

«Piccoli», rispose la zia Daniela, aprendo bocca per la prima volta dopo un mese.

«Piccoli e torbidi?», domandò Elidé.

«Piccoli e fieri», rispose la zia Daniela, e ricadde nel suo mutismo per un altro mese.

«Era sicuramente del Leone. Sono così, i Leoni», diceva la sua amica tirando fuori un libro sui segni zodiacali. Le leggeva tutte le nefandezze che un Leone può commettere. «E poi sono bugiardi. Ma tu non devi lasciarti andare, sei un Toro: sono forti le donne del Toro».

«Di bugie sì che ne ha dette», le rispose Daniela una sera.

«Quali? Non te ne scordare! Perché il mondo non è tanto grande da non incontrarlo mai più, e allora gli ricorderai le sue parole: una per una, quelle che ti ha detto e quelle che ha fatto dire a te».

«Non voglio umiliarmi».

«Sarai tu a umiliare lui. Sarebbe troppo facile, seminare parole e poi filarsela».

«Le sue parole mi hanno illuminata!», lo difese la zia Daniela.

«Si vede, come ti hanno illuminata!», diceva la sua amica, arrivate a questo punto.

Dopo tre mesi ininterrotti di parole la fece mangiare come Dio comanda. Non si rese neppure conto di come fosse successo. L’aveva portata a fare una passeggiata in giardino. Teneva sottobraccio una cesta con frutta, pane, burro, formaggio e tè. Stese una tovaglia sull’erba, tirò fuori la roba e continuò a parlare mettendosi a mangiare senza offrirle nulla.

«Gli piaceva l’uva», disse l’ammalata.

«Capisco che ti manchi».

«Sì» disse la zia Daniela, portandosi alla bocca un grappolo d’uva. «Baciava divinamente. E aveva la pelle morbida, sulla schiena e sulla pancia».

«E com’era… sai di che cosa parlo», disse l’amica, come se avesse sempre saputo che cosa la torturava.

«Non te lo dico», rispose Daniela ridendo per la prima volta dopo mesi. Mangiò poi pane e burro, formaggio e tè.

«Bello?», chiese Elidé.

«Sì», rispose l’ammalata, ricominciando a essere se stessa.

Una sera scesero a cena. La zia Daniela indossava un vestito nuovo e aveva i capelli lucidi e puliti, finalmente liberi dalla treccia polverosa che non si era pettinata per tanto tempo.

Venti giorni più tardi, le due ragazze avevano ripassato tutti i ricordi da cima a fondo, fino a renderli banali. Tutto ciò che la zia Daniela aveva cercato di dimenticare, sforzandosi di non pensarci, a furia di ripeterlo divenne per lei indegno di ricordo. Castigò il suo buon senso sentendosi raccontare una dopo l’altra le centoventimila sciocchezze che l’avevano resa felice e disgraziata.

«Ormai non desidero più neppure vendicarmi», disse un mattino a Elidé. «Sono stufa marcia di questa storia».

«Come? Non mi ridiventare intelligente, adesso», disse Elidé. «Questa è sempre stata una questione di ragione offuscata: non vorrai trasformarla in qualcosa di lucido? Non sprecarla, ci manca la parte migliore: dobbiamo ancora andare a cercare quell’uomo in Europa e in Africa, in Sudamerica e in India, dobbiamo trovarlo e fare un baccano tale da giustificare i nostri viaggi. Dobbiamo ancora visitare la Galleria Pitti, vedere Firenze, innamorarci a Venezia, gettare una moneta nella Fontana di Trevi. Non vogliamo inseguire quell’uomo che ti ha fatto innamorare come un’imbecille e poi se n’è andato?».

Avevamo progettato di girare il mondo in cerca del colpevole, e questa storia che la vendetta non fosse più imprescindibile nella cura della sua amica era stata un brutto colpo per Elidé. Dovevano perdersi per l’India e il Marocco, la Bolivia e il Congo, Vienna e soprattutto l’Italia. Non aveva mai pensato di trasformarla in un essere razionale dopo averla vista paralizzata e quasi pazza quattro mesi prima.

«Dobbiamo andare a cercarlo. Non mi diventare intelligente prima del tempo», le diceva.

«E’ arrivato ieri», le rispose la zia Daniela un giorno.

«Come lo sai?»

«L’ho visto. Ha bussato al mio balcone come una volta».

«E che cosa hai provato?»

«Niente».

«E che cosa ti ha detto?»

«Tutto».

«E che cosa gli hai risposto?»

«Ho chiuso la finestra».

«E adesso?», domandò la terapista.

«Gli assenti si sbagliano sempre».

Ángeles Mastretta

[racconto tratto dal libro “Donne dagli occhi grandi”]

*traduzione di Gina Maneri

[evostar]

I don’t have designs but I got names for Dolores’ kids!

Diego Baltazar - 17 years old (all the kids’ hermano mayor)

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Paloma Abar - 15  years old

Ines Barbero - 15 years old 

Camilo - 15

Mirabel - 15

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Xavier Cruz  - 13 years old

Jaun Alonso - 13 years old

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Andres Delgado - 11 years old

Luz Almamilla  - 11 years old 

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Marcia ruiz  - 10 years old

Carlos Ballon  - 10 years old

Lyla Cazarez  - 10 years old 

Esteban De Toro - 10 years old

Rosa Facundo - 10 years old 

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Donaldo Granado - 8 years old

Daniela Granado - 8 years old

Damaro Granado - 8 years old

Leandra Henriquez - 8 years old

Esmerelda  Jerez - 8 years old

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Olivia Jiminez Madrigal (the girl Dolores adopted)- 7 years old

Rafaela Lazcano - 7 years old 

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Antonio 

Juancho Bertan - 5 years old 

Yago Terron - 5 years old

Frisco Segundo - 5 years old

Alejandra Mancha- 5 years old

Cecilia Reymundo - 5  years old 

Vicenta Marciel - 5 years old

Patricia Ortuno - 5 years old

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Almira Dantel - 3 years old

Cruzito Pabon - 2 years old

Bronco Socarras - 1 year old

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Angela Tadeo - 10 months old 

Amalia Tadeo - 10 months old 

Victorio Jiminez  Madrigal - 7 months old

I feel like the unofficial adopted kids (especially the abused ones) will use the last name “Madrigal” to estrange themself from the last name they got from their parents/guardian. 

Also, when a kid (or kids) feels unsafe at home do they go to Dolores and/or Mariano? I’m sure it’s a yes but I’m just makin sure. 

I kind of imagine a kid running to Tia Casita and going through the secret back door to Dolores. And in the morning all of the other madrigals just wake up and see a random kid at the breakfast table. Lolo silently dares anyone to say anything with her side eye. 

In that type of situation she’ll have the kid stay at Casita with Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio while she beats up the people who made her baby feel any sort of pain (and takes them to the authorities right afterwards.)

And on the plus side, a new baby gets to stay with her! 

Lil side thought: The kids definitely call Mariano’s grandmother Bisabuela and it warms her heart so much. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE NAMES 🙏 ITS AN HONOR

Also I’m pretty sure that’s the case with most of the children there!! Don’t like being a (surname)? Dont worry just be a madrigal! 😃👍

When any of the children just start to feel bad at a certain point, they most likely go to Dolores. Calling her or just go into the room! But I’m sure that if they noticed that Dolores is busy they definitely will go to Mariano too :)

I would say that Dolores would’ve wanted the kids to rather have breakfast in the room since most of them maybe don’t trust any other adult but if they would still want to stay with Dolores (or any of the others) she would bring them down without an expectation!

Sooo true! It’s like- you hurt them and Dolores will hurt you 🙌 Dolores loves taking in new babies, since they’re literally adorable 🥹

Bisabuela on her way!💪 (literally such an cute name for her💕)

The next morning after Dolores took the two in

Alma would’ve been just like “seriously…an other one..”

Julieta and Agustín would start to eventually adore them! (But then question later on from where they come from)

Pepa would be confused meanwhile casita accidentally left Félix out! (Not in a mean way, he was just late and casita forgot)

Mariano would’ve come to visti too, just to make sure everything’s okay! (Alma would think he came for Isabela, and would put him next to her which annoyed dolores a lot)

Mirabel would tell the kids that she would come play later! (She’s their favorite playmate and it’s normal for them to eat faster than the Madrigals)

Antonio introduces the girl everyone in his family and would definitely keep talking to her!

Isabela would get annoyed that Dolores is doing it, thinking she’s trying to ruin breakfast time (but she actually also adores the new children)

Camilo would try to irritate Isabela on purpose when he sees that she gets annoyed by it, mostly he does it because he knows that she likes the children (he makes sure they eventually talk to her too, if the wanna)

Luisa waves to the little one, also finding it adorable :D (Camilo did it on purpose but then he started to wave on his own)

And dolores just stares Alma down, daring her to say anything about it!

+ Mariano’s grandmother (don’t have a name yet) would be with the children upstairs, making sure they’re okay while Dolores is gone

#encanto #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto au #Encanto village #la madre silenciosa au #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #mariano guzman #ask me anything #theyre so silly #casita is the best🙌

[demencia-literaria]

Tian // Daniela Cruz

#demencia #frases en español #citas #latinoversos #escritora #escritores #textos #amor #desamor #pensamientos #eternizado #sentir #somos deseos #mayo19

[mymilovesfashion]

[2023 year in review ~ Vogue Philippines]

FEB - H.E.R.

MAR - Daniela Szpejna, Jasmyn Palombo

APR - APO WHANG-OD

MAY - Juliana Gomez, Sai Versailles, Brisa Amir, Daphne Lbc, Gianna Encarnacion, Siobhan Moylan

JUN - Bretman Rock

JUL - Aliah Canillas

AUG - Dr. Dolores Ramirez

SEP - Jo Ann Bitagcol, Lukresia, Rina Fukushi

OCT - Michelle Dee, R'Bonney Gabriel, Catriona Gray, Melanie Marquez, Megan Young

NOV - Heart Evangelista

DEC - Gemma Cruz-Araneta

#vogue philippines #h.e.r. #daniela szpejna #jasmyn palombo #apo whang-od #juliana gomez #sai versailles #brisa amir #daphne lbc #gianna encarnacion #siobhan moylan #bretman rock #aliah canillas #dr. dolores ramirez #jo ann bitagcol #lukresia #rina fukushi #michelle dee #r'bonney gabriel #catriona gray #melanie marquez #megan young #heart evangelista #gemma cruz-araneta

[lacasadelasmunecaspreciosas]

Daniela Fainus desnuda Revista H

Daniela Fainus desnuda Revista H Marzo 2017

Otro mes se acerca, y que creeen?… ya tenemos la portada de la revista h marzo 2017, una singular mujer defeña que vive en la cd de México. Así es, ella se llama Daniela Fainus desnuda que cuenta con una espectacular belleza y es quien es portada de la revist h marzo 2017, atrevida e impactante.

Conozcamos un poco de Daniela Fainus desnuda en h que posa desnuda en la revista h marzo 2017, durante su vida, radico un tiempi en la ciudad e Montreal, Canadá, allí se preparo profesionalmente en el área de Marketing, desde hace poco regreso a su país para trabajar en la conducción de varios programas locales ademas de ser imagen de muchas comerciales, lo que le ha servido para ser una de las chicas mas deseadas del medio, programas como Aquí te Levantas y Latin Sngs, demuestran lo bella y talentosa que es.

Su escultural figura ha sido esfuerzo del fitness (CHICHA FITNESS), llevar una vida saludable, lo que la ace uba mujer deceable para cualquier revista y esta vez la revista h mes de marzo tienes ese privilegio.

Les dejamos una galería de las fotos que fueron sacadas de su instagram si quieres saber mas de ella síguela: INSTAGRAM DE Daniela Fainus

Nota: Su equipo mexicano es el Cruz Azul.

Para ver todas las fotos de Daniela Fainus desnuda en Revista H Marzo 2017 sigue este enlace: Dany Fainus H Descargar PDF aca

Fotos de Daniela Fainus desinhibida y atlética es como lo presenta en la revista h. Ya estamos instalados en Marzo el mes de la primavera que nos refrenda calidez y frescura. Por tal motivo decidimos invitar a una chica que inspira toda la actitud deportiva. Ella es Dany Fainus. Una mujer escultórica que ha forjado su carrera en base al esfuerzo, dedicación y mucho empeño. Apasionada de la vida la chica Fainus ha sorprendido por su audacia atlética; como amante del fitness ha sabido potenciar sus cualidades para conquistar su sueños.

Estudio en Canadá la carrera de mercadotécnica en moda, la cual marco también parte de su vida. En su regreso a México se desempeño como asistente de una renombrada diseñadora de imagen que vestía a importantes personalidades de la farándula y la política.

Después tuvo la oportunidad de participar en un concurso de moda en la televisión donde fue elegida; a partir de esa circunstancia comenzó su carrera de conductora y paralelamente desarrollo otra de sus pasiones, el ejercicio.

Posteriormente fue invitada para realizar un casting en ritmoson (RMS) donde actualmente tiene un programa intitulado “Aquí te levantas” al tiempo en que se le abrio la oportunidad para participar en TDN Deportes en su programa Ponte Fit

La revista h Marzo 2017 informa que Daniela Fainus es una chica muy positiva, me rio casi el 80% de mi dia, soy muy coqueta y nunca tomo las cosas ni la vida en general muy en serio. Soy de carácter fuerte pero también me doy a querer entregada y apasionada me definen, sin duda.

Vía: Revista H para Hombres México.

#daniela fainus #revista h para hombres #lencería #ropa ligera #revistah #hparahombres #mexican

[eternalyouth]

150+ spanish girl names *

here  is  a  list  of  feminine  spanish  names  that  offer  some  help  when  it  comes  to  naming  your  latine /  hispanic  characters .  

abigaíl

abril

adelina

adella 

adriana

aina

alba

alma

alejandra

alexandra

alicia

alina

alondra

amada

amalia

américa

amora

ana

andrea

antonella

antonia

araceli / aracely

aurelia

bárbara

belen

belinda

berta

bianca

blanca

bonita

calie

camila

catalina

carina

carita

carmen

clara

clarisa

clementina

constanza

cristina

cruz

daniela

débora

dolores

dominga

dominica

dulce

eleanora

elena

eliana

elisa

elvera

elybeth

emilia

eriella

esmeralda

estefana

estefanía

estrella

eva

evita

fátima

fernanda

flora

francesca

francisca

frida

gabrielle

génesis

gloria

guadalupe

inés

irene

irma

isabel

isabella

isla

itzel

ivána

jacinta

jade

javeria

jessenia

jimena

josefina

juana

juanita

julia

julieta

lareina

léana

leandra

leticia

lía

liliana

lola

lorena

loretta

lucía

luciana

luisa

luna

lupe

luz

manuela

mar

maría

maría josé

mariana

maribel

marcia

marcela

marisol

maritza

margarita

marta

martina

maura

maya

mía

micaela

mónica

narcisa

natália

natalia

palmira

paloma

paola

patricia

paulina

pilar

presencia

priscila

rafaela

ramona

raquel

reina

reyna

rocío

rosa

renata

rosario

santana

sara

savannah

selena

sofía 

sol

soledad

tatiana

teresa

thalia

valentina

valeria

vanessa

vera

verónica

vicenta

viviana

ximena

xiomara

yara

yesenia

yolanda

zantina

#names #name masterlist #names masterlist #masterlist #resource #rph #rpt #rpc #rp help #writing help #writing #writerscommunity #writing resource

[xoxoproject21]

Best dancer predictions (Orlando)

Hi

Here are my predictions. Please keep in mind that i don't know all of the dancers which are competing and just because I am not including a dancer doesn't mean I don't think they are good. I made these just for fun.

I struggled a lot with these because I don't really know many candian and east coast dancers

Mini female best dancer:

Winner: Ellary Day (Club)

1st runner up: Anita Rodriguez (Stars)

2nd runner up: Camila Giraldo (Stars)

3rd runner up: Sylvie Win (Club)

Top 10:

Ashley Otano (Stars)

Lily Hackney (New Level)

Bella Marie Arauz (Dancetown)

Morgan Stahl (Evolve)

Cydnee Abbott (Canadian Dance Company)

Rylie Borden (Dance Unlimited)

Nyla McCarthy (Project 21)

Dakota Casteel (SpotLite)

Calleigh Eaton (SpotLite)

Sienna DiPietro (the nine)

Top 20:

Macey Strickland (New Level)

Reese Braga (New Level)

Mikaela Florez (Dancetown)

Madelyn Nasu (Project 21)

Mila Simunic (Legacy dance studio)

Leah Disla (Studio 61)

Mini male best dancer:

Winner: ?

Junior female best dancer:

Winner: Isabella Kouznetsova (Project 21)

1st runner up: Esme Chou (Project 21)

2nd runner up: Zoe Flores (Stars)

3rd runner up: Allie Plott (The Dance Centre)

Top 10:

Berkely Scifres (Project 21)

Diana Kouznetsova (Project 21)

Sara von Rotz (Project 21)

Regan Gerena (Project 21)

Kennedy Anderson (The vision dance alliance)

Braylynn Grizzaffi (The Pointe Performing Arts Center)

Elizabeth Scott Lanier (Southern Strutt)

Bella Rey D'Armas (Stars)

Lexus Natalie (Evolve)

Madeleine Shen (Northpointe)

Top 20:

Bristyn Scifres (Project 21)

Cali Cassidy (Project 21)

Makeila Bartlett (Project 21)

Airi Dela Cruz (Project 21)

Savy Luechtefeld (Carolina Collective Dance)

Ruby Arnold (True Dance and Company)

Ella Dobler (New Level)

Zoe Holladay (Performance Edge Dance Complex)

Kaylee Schwamb (Kane & Company Dance Productions)

Junior male best dancer:

Winner: Santiago Sosa (Stars)

1st runner up: Ethan Ferrante (The NINE Dance Academy)

2nd runner up: Neo Del Corral (Stars)

3rd runner up: Josh Lundy (Studio 413)

Blake Metcalf (Xtreme Dance Studio)

Penn Alderman (Ryhtym dance)

Teen female best dancer

Winner: Sophie Garcia (Stars)

1st runner up: Cami Voorhees (Evolve)

2nd runner up: Gracyn French (Project 21)

3rd runner up: Giselle Gandarilla (Stars)

Top 10:

Bella Rose Penrose (Evolve)

Mariandrea Villegas (Epic Motion Dance Studio)

Kynadi Crain (Jean Leigh Academy of Dance)

Caroline Quiner (Hunterdon Hills Ballet)

Brooklyn Simpson (Williams Center Rhythm Factory )

Kate Roman (Canadian Dance Company)

Maya Loureiro (Project 21)

Kendyl Fay (Project 21)

Avery Reyes (Project 21)

Kameron Couch (Project 21)

Top 20:

Elyse Wingertsahn (Evolve)

Hayley Marshall (True Dance and Company)

Rylee Young (Project 21)

Anya Inger (Project 21)

Katie Couch (Project 21)

Ava D'Ambrosio (Westchester dance)

Sofia Rosella (Performing dance arts)

Daniela SanGiacomo (Stars)

Teen male best dancer:

Winner: Nicholas Bustos (Stars)

1st runner up: Ian Stegeman (Woodbury dance center)

2nd runner up: Tim Zvifel (Vlad's)

Hugo Silva (Stars)

Alejandro Ruiz (Stars)

Darius Goodson (The Southern Strutt)

Richie Granese (Project 21)

Tristan Gerzon (Elite danceworx)

Senior female best dancer:

Winner: Bella Tagle (Stars)

1st runner up: Destanye Diaz (Stars)

2nd runner up: Kaitlyn Santos (Dancetown)

3rd runner up: Rachel Quiner (Hunterdon Hills Ballet)

Top 10:

Ying Lei Pham (Movement Emporium)

Sammi Chung (Project 21)

Arianna Quant (Stars)

Iliana Victor (Stars)

Lola Iglesias (Michelle Latimer Dance Academy)

Alyssa Carpeneto (Performing Dance arts)

Savannah Manning (CCJ Conservatory)

Tatiana Hagee (Northpointe)

Sierra Drayton (Elite Danceworx)

Bella Mills (Rythym Dance Center)

Sophie Tosh (Artistic Edge Dance Centre )

Top 20:

Carmen Beiner (Dancetown)

Preslie Rosamond (Studio 413)

Ava Burgham (PULSE Dance Centre)

Toryn Hester (Denise Wall)

Loila Rhee (Project 21)

Zuzu Duchon (Project 21)

Elle O'Donnell (Project 21)

Addy Beckham (Southern Strutt)

Isabella Weidmann (Westchester)

Senior male best dancer:

Winner: Sam Fine (Stars)

1st runner up: Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl (Stars)

2nd runner up: Edon Hartzy (Stars)

3rd runner up: Andres Jimenez (Artistic Edge Dance Centre)

Davyd Williams (Project 21)

Trent Grappe (Dancezone)

Mekhi Johnson (Denise Wall)

Damian Caraballo (Stars)

Chance Phelps (Powerdance Company)

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Escribiendo desde la otra orilla, Daniela Arboleda

Estoy mirando el techo y recordando todas las miradas que lograron perseguirme entre el humo y el licor de ese cubo fosforescente al que fui con mis amigos a bailar para olvidarme de mi.

Como deseo de media noche, viene en forma fugaz la silueta de un chico tímido, pero con mirada profunda, de esas que te invitan a pasar todo una vida arrullándote frente al mar, pero el solo ve la cotidianidad como problema personal.

Intento llegar a el, pero sus piernas temblorosas y hábiles se resguardan en esquinas frías con bufones protegiéndolo. Se queda en mi cabeza como una buena migraña antes de empezar el día, curiosamente me hace pensar en todas las veces que creemos elegir lo correcto, olvidando la adrenalina de ser valiente para fracasar en grande.

Sí, aquellos intentos donde el miedo no hace parte de la ecuación, solo responde a la seretonina de vivir el presente y no andar de pelea con el hubiese. Donde el para siempre no atosiga, sino que se convierte en caminar como un todo, una decisión diaria que respetan dos personas conscientes de que el amor es el ejercicio práctico que abre las puertas del jardín, cierra las bocas inquietas del engaño, pero sobretodo: alimenta el alma con la simple franqueza de aceptar ese sentimiento divino que vive dentro de cada uno.

Aquel chico me recordó todas las escenas varoniles donde la masculindad de muchos fracasados rodearon mi falsa idea de morir de amor, esperar lo perfecto, perdonar lo inperdonable o vivir el sueño de un cuento infeliz. Por un momento volví a esas partes donde fui una estación más de trenes que no llegaban a ninguna parte, donde nadie se arriesgó a darlo todo sin consultar con el cara o cruz como seguro vital para la toma de decisiones trascendentales de la vida.

Vi como los domingos se convirtieron en rutinas de películas y sexo post-depresión secuestrando mi habitación, de que las horas en el diván se desvanecieron con una simple sonrisa pícara apuntando a mi cara, siendo una promesa de esas bárbaras y efervescentes de la adolescencia que gritan: me costarás la vida, pero lo quiero todo. Sin embargo, quedé suspendida en ese hilo tan delgado cuando ves la realidad, pero las decisiones se escabullan entre el miedo. Entendí que prefería la compañía de los recuerdos y una herida por sanar que pisar infiernos con sabor a soledad en brazos débiles y con miedos: ya no era una forma sexy de darle un abrazo a mis latidos.

La niebla se disipó y entendí que aquel chico prefirió el miedo por pensar en que yo también lo tendría,pero ignoró un detalle: la valentía estaba detrás de su espalda gritándole porque corriera a saludar, pues me cansé de buscarlo en esas esquinas donde prefirió esconderse.

Le diría que viniera, me abrazara como quien nunca ha conocido la felicidad, pero también debe entender que yo no curo sus heridas, tengo la firme intención de abrazar su desamor, más no de alentar sus miedos. Puedo crear un jardín pronunciando su nombre, más no acepto que quiera regarlo con lágrimas ajenas. Aquella noche nos elegimos, pero esperaré paciente para hacernos realidad.

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One Day

EZ Reyes & Angel Reyes & Sister!OFC (Daniela Reyes) ft. Coco Cruz

Inspired by Day 15 of the August Prompts: bubbles

Warnings: language, family angst, alcohol

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I’ve had Daniela’s and Coco’s backstory planned out in my head for a while now and when I sat down to write this it made me realize that I’ve never actually had the two of them interacting in a story before. There will probably be more of that to come. Both Reyes brothers are in this but it definitely focuses more on Daniela’s relationship with EZ. I just. I love them. Enjoy the Reyes family drama!

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Daniela had texted her brothers the second she went on break at the hospital. They were no strangers to baby-sitting their niece, and nothing had ever gone wrong while they were watching her. Still, Daniela couldn’t stop herself from texting to check in and make sure that everything was going alright.

She no sooner set her phone down on the table and picked up her water bottle when her phone started to vibrate in the tabletop. Flipping it over, she couldn’t help but to be a little nervous when she saw Angel's name flashing across the screen, his contact photo that was a picture of him and niece staring Daniela in the face as she hit the accept button.

“Hey, all good?” she asked immediately.

“Yea,” he chuckled, “Why you always gotta assume something’s wrong?”

She sighed, “Self-preservation. Also, in my defense, I just texted to check in and you immediately called me. Sorry if that made me a little nervous.”

“Alright, alright,” she could picture the way Angel was probably rolling his eyes at her, “I wanted to ask you somethin’, but I didn’t wanna call you while you’re working.”

“What’s up?”

He hesitated, like he already knew that the question already wasn’t going to go over well, “I was just wondering if EZ and I could bring Ana to the clubhouse today.”

Daniela let out a long, exasperated sigh, “Angel…”

“C'mon, Dani. The guys miss her. Plus Creep's kids are gonna be there for a little while so she’ll have kids to play with. It’ll get her out of the house.”

“You reading all these reasons off a list in front of you?” she joked.

He laughed, “Nah, but I’ve been brainstorming all morning.”

She took a moment to really think about her answer to the question, “Is Coco gonna be there?”

“Dani—”

“Answer the fucking question, Angel,” she wasn’t yelling, just tired of the stress of the situation.

“Yea,” he said after a beat, “he's gonna be there,” he heard her taking a deep breath, most likely gearing up to argue, so he started up again before she could, “But EZ and I are gonna be there. And the rest of the guys, like I said. C'mon, ‘mana, just for a couple hours.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Daniela mulled it over. She knew that realistically there was only so long she could go handling things the way that she had been. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, even if she didn’t want to admit that to herself.

“Fine,” she huffed, “But I’m picking her up from the clubhouse. And if I hear any sort of sideways shit—”

Angel didn’t let her finish the sentence, “You got it. Thank you, Dani. Seriously,” it was the most earnest he’d sounded with her in a long time.

“Love you,” she meant it, despite the exhaustion in her voice.

“Love you too.”

When she hung up the phone with Angel, she immediately sent another text, this one just to EZ outside of their sibling group chat, “keep a close eye on Ana at the clubhouse today please. I don’t wanna regret saying yes to this.”

She knew that she could trust EZ with the situation in a way that she couldn’t quite trust Angel. Angel loved her, and Ana, and he would take a thousand bullets for either of them. Daniela didn’t doubt any of that. But she also knew how torn Angel had been as the entire situation between his sister and his MC brother crumbled in the worst of ways. He wasn’t going to turn his back on family, but he also couldn’t pretend that he didn’t still have his love for Coco. That was his best friend, he couldn’t just bail on him either. He never blamed Daniela for how she was handling the situation, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he struggled with it a lot, being put between the two of them.

EZ didn’t share that same sense of inner turmoil. His lines in the sand were firm and impossible to miss. He didn’t have many positive feelings left for Coco, not after what the man had put his sister and his niece through. They still shared the club, and EZ was thankful that he was so good at compartmentalizing, otherwise the tension would’ve caused it all to start unraveling. Outside of Templo, or other explicit club business, the two of them didn’t talk. Coco used to try and mend that bridge, but he quickly realized how futile it was. EZ would come around when EZ was ready to, if he was ever ready to.

Daniela knew all of that. Which was why she knew that if anything happened that was even borderline not okay, EZ would step in to stop it, or at the very least tell her about it when she came to pick Ana up.

“I got you. Love you"

She sighed in relief at his text, sending back a quick, “love you too" before finally allowing herself to take a bite of her lunch.

When her shift was over, the drive from the hospital to the clubhouse felt like it took way longer than it used to. Maybe this time it was because deep down she was dreading it. The only times she’d set foot on club turf over the last year or so was when someone needed to get patched up, and even then she was in and out as quickly as possible. It wasn’t a social place for her anymore.

She rolled into the lot and parked her car, taking a deep breath as she fought the urge to rest her head against the steering wheel. It couldn’t be that bad, she reassured herself, there was no way it was going to be as bad as some of the scenarios that her brain was conjuring up. She took a moment to redo her ponytail, and it hit her that maybe she should’ve changed out of her scrubs before driving over, but it was too late now. Grabbing her phone and taking her keys out of the ignition, she opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Small puffs of dust kicked up around her sneakers when they hit the ground. She wondered how many deep breaths it would take to get herself to actually calm down. Looking around, she noticed how quiet the yard seemed, which wasn’t at all what she remembered it being like. She wondered if some of the guys were out of town.

When she got a little closer to the clubhouse, that’s when she started to hear the laughter and the conversations. She could pick Ana’s laugh out of a crowd with no effort at all, and the sound brought her a small sense of peace. If nothing else, her little girl was at least having a good time. She glanced up at the deck, trying to get a good look at everyone who was there. She spotted Ana immediately as she ran up and down the length of the deck, along with Angel and EZ. Bishop was there too, and Gilly. Her steps faltered slightly when her eyes landed on Coco, who hadn’t seen her yet. The few seconds between her noticing him and him noticing her were going to be some of the longest seconds of her life.

Ana skidded to a stop when she saw Daniela walking over, her already bright smile growing even brighter, “Mommy!” she took off down the steps and ran to her mother.

Daniela laughed, feeling a little more at-ease as she crouched down to catch the running hug her daughter was bringing her way, scooping her up and swinging her around before settling the little girl on her hip. Daniela kissed the side of her head, “Hey, chiquita!” she kissed her again, “You have a good day with your tíos?”

“Yea!” she squirmed in her mother’s arms for a moment before hopping back down to the ground, doing her best to take Daniela’s hand in her won and pulling her back towards the step, “Tío EZ got a bubble gun!”

Daniela laughed as the two of them walked up the steps together, “Oh, did he?” she looked over at her brother, “Something tells me he might’ve already had that on-hand.”

EZ chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, “Nah, but I wasn’t going to say no to a reason to go and grab one,” he stepped in to hug her, “Hey, Dani.”

She hugged him tightly with the arm that her daughter wasn’t pulling on, “Thank you, Ezekiel,” her voice was soft enough that no one else could hear it.

She greeted Angel too, or she tried to as best she could between Ana’s excited rambles about everything that they had been up to that day. She talked about the kids who had been there earlier, how much fun they’d had running around playing tag and catch. She talked about how Chucky had made cookies to share with everyone, that she even got to have one before lunch. She casually peppered in, “Daddy let me sit on his motorcycle!” before diverting right off to the next point, already shifting her excitement to the aforementioned bubble gun that EZ had gotten.

She fought to tune into the rest of the things that Ana was saying as her own thoughts began to spin out. Turning, she looked back over her shoulder to see Coco standing there watching the two of them talk and interact. She could see all of the different emotions that were swirling around in his mind. The two of them hadn’t said a single word to each other but Daniela still felt herself getting choked up.

EZ clocked the entire thing. And, as much as he didn’t really want to leave his sister and Coco by themselves, he knew that their first real conversation in well over a year probably shouldn’t take place within earshot of their daughter. So, in an attempt to distract Ana, he crouched down, loudly whispering to her that the two of them should try to run down Angel and get him with the bubble gun. It was an idea that she little girl was all too excited to take EZ up on. She managed to get out an, “I’ll be right back,” between giggles as she let go of Daniela’s hand and ran with EZ after her other uncle. Daniela watched them for a moment, a soft smile on her face before she returned her attention to the other matters at hand.

Taking in a deep breath to try and give herself an extra boost of confidence, she crossed the deck so that she was standing in front of Coco. He could see the conflicting emotions on her face and it broke his heart. It’d been so long and yet here they still were, still struggling to figure it all out. Daniela wanted to be the first one to say something, but she couldn’t force the words out.

“Thanks,” Coco nervously fussed with the pack of cigarettes in his hand, “’Preciate you lettin’ Angel bring her over.”

She nodded, “Yea. N-no problem.”

He wanted to make a joke about how he knew it was probably a little bit of a problem, but he knew it wouldn’t land. They weren’t there yet—they probably wouldn’t be there for a really long time. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut.

Daniela had to admit that he looked like a completely different man from the last time that she’d seen him. It had been a long time, and despite her anger and her hurt she did truly always hope that Coco was getting his act together. She just couldn’t afford to keep herself and her daughter around him while he did. But he looked good. Nervous, because of the specific circumstances of the day, but he looked healthy. It brought her some relief, even if it didn’t wipe away the years of damage done.

“She looks like you,” Coco commented as he nodded towards Ana, “Thankfully,” he added with a laugh.

It got Daniela to chuckle a little bit too. She shrugged, “Yea. Sometimes she makes faces that are very much you, though,” she raked her fingers along her scalp, “I know I’m gonna be in for it when she’s older.”

Coco watched her watch their daughter, and he wished that he knew what to say to her. He wished he knew how the conversations were supposed to go now. He knew that they couldn’t just start over, but he didn’t want to dig into everything else on the front steps of the fucking clubhouse, either.

“You look good, Dani,” he said.

She looked back over at him, a weak smile on her face, “Thank you, Coco. You too,” she motioned towards his hair, “The braids look good,” she sucked in a breath before leaning back against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to look at him, “Today was okay?”

There was only one right answer to the question. But Coco knew that he wasn’t the only person that she was going to be asking about it. And he couldn’t blame her at all, even if he wanted to. He nodded, finally stuffing his cigarettes back into the pocket of his kutte, “It was good. She’s,” his lips twitched into a smile, “she’s a funny fuckin’ kid, you know?”

She had a soft smile on her face, “I do.”

Even though the two of them were running around with Ana to keep her busy any away from the conversation unfolding between her parents, both Angel and EZ were trying their best to sneak looks over at them to get a feel for how the conversation was going. There were none of the usual tell-tale signs of Daniela’s anger. There was no yelling from either of them, no angry gesturing. Angel hoped that that was a good sign.

He saw EZ watching the same way he was. He shrugged, “Looks alright.”

EZ didn’t look quite as convinced, “We’ll see,” he looked back at Angel and saw the way he wanted to argue, “Quiet doesn’t always mean good.”

Angel sucked his teeth, “C’mon, why you always gotta,” he gestured vaguely at nothing, “What if it’s a good thing?”

EZ rolled his eyes before blasting a slew of bubbles at his brother, causing Ana to break out into laughter, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Coco caught the fact that both of Daniela’s brothers were watching them intently. He also knew that they were watching for very different reasons, “I gotta,” he nodded towards the area where the bikes were parked, “I gotta run. But thank you. Seriously. I know it’s not…you know.”

Daniela nodded, knowing all too well, “You’re welcome. Stay well, Coco, okay?”

He was surprised at how genuine she sounded. He had been ready for more anger, more venom, which again he wouldn’t have blamed her for, “Okay.”

He walked away, leaving her leaning against the railing as he made his way towards the stairs. She turned so that her arms were folded and braced on the top of the rail, watching as Coco went over to Ana to hug and kiss her goodbye. It looked so natural, Daniela though, even in spite of everything. But one afternoon going well didn’t mean that everything was alright. Still, there was an ache in her chest at the sight of her daughter excitedly waving to her father as he strode over towards his bike.

Once he was gone, the two girls didn’t linger too much longer. Daniela gathered up her daughter’s things and brought them to the car while she finished playing with her tíos. The sounds of the three of them laughing eased the knot that was in her gut after seeing Coco for the first time in so long.

EZ was buckling Ana into the car as Angel walked over to say goodbye to his sister. He pulled her into a hug, “You good?”

She sighed, not wanting to lie but not wanting to get into it all with him when she was so close to finally being able to go home, “I’ll be fine, Angel.”

He stepped back, “It meant a lot to him, you know.”

A sarcastic comment was on the tip of her tongue but she managed to stop it just in time. Instead, she side-stepped his comment completely, “Get home safe, alright? Love you.”

He couldn’t stop the frown on his face, but he still returned the sentiment, “Love you too.”

Angel said goodbye to his niece and made his way back towards the clubhouse while Daniela waited for EZ to finish saying goodbye to her. She smiled at the sight of the two of them interacting, always laughing together.

He kissed Ana on the forehead, “Be good, alright?” he ruffled her hair, “Love you.”

She giggled, “Love you!”

EZ carefully shut the car door before heading over to his sister. He could see the exhaustion on her face, and he knew that it wasn’t just from a long day at work. He knew better than to ask, because it wasn’t like she was going to get into any of it with him in that moment.

“I love you,” he ran his hand up and down her back.

She gave him a squeeze before pulling away, “I love you too.”

It was fairly late when Daniela heard the knock at her door. She put Ana to bed a few hours before, the little girl falling asleep almost instantly when her head hit the pillow. It’d been a long, exciting day for her. Daniela was happy for her, but she was also exhausted by everything it had dredged up.

She was expecting the worst when she walked over to see who was standing outside her front door. She was relieved to see that it was EZ, though. Unlocking and pulling the door open, she did her best to give a smile, “Hey, you good?”

He nodded, his smile coming to him a little more easily, “Yea. Just,” he held up the bubble gun, “Ana forgot her weapon of mass destruction at the clubhouse.”

Daniela chuckled softly, shaking her head as she pulled the door open a little more and motioned for her brother to come inside, “Figured you kept it on purpose.”

He laughed, setting it down on the table as they walked into the kitchen, “I can’t be trusted with that kind of firepower.”

“Hm,” Daniela hummed in amusement as she grabbed them both beers from the fridge, “That’s true,” she sat down at the table, motioning for EZ to do the same once she handed him his beer, “What’s on your mind, Ezekiel?”

He shook his head before lifting the bottle to his lips, “Just wanted to check in on you. Today wasn’t exactly what you had planned.”

Her laugh was hollow, “No,” she took a long drink out of the beer bottle, “it wasn’t. He was…he was okay, though? With her?”

He nodded, not hesitating because there was nothing to hesitate about, “He was good, yea. He missed her.” EZ saw that Daniela was biting back a comment, “What?”

Glancing over at him, she remembered who it was that she was talking to. She didn’t have to pretend, “He fucking should.”

“I know,” EZ nodded.

“I’m not,” she took an unsteady breath as she toyed with the bottle in her hands, “I’m not ready for that to become a regular thing, EZ. I saw him for about five fucking minutes and I’m so tired.”

His expression hardened, “What’d he say?”

She shook her head, “Nothing, that’s just it. He was perfectly,” she took another swig of her beer, “perfectly fucking cordial. And I don’t, I don’t mean to sound like a horrible person. I’m glad he’s doing better. I am, really. But all of the, all of the damage? It’s hard to look at him and not see that.”

“I get it.”

She looked down at the bottle, “Ana loves him.”

“She does.”

Tears started welling up in Daniela’s eyes after an entire afternoon and evening of trying to keep her emotions pushed down. She leaned back in her chair, letting her head drop back for a moment as the tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away before looking back at her brother.

“I don’t want her to go her whole life without him. I don’t. But just, fuck, how am I supposed to know when he’s ready? How do I know he’s not going to do the same thing he did last time? I can’t go through that again. I sure as hell can’t put her through that now that she’s old enough to really see what’s going on. How do I…” her voice trailed off.

“You’ll feel it,” EZ nodded, “You knew when it was time to go. You’ll know when it’s time to let him come back.”

She let out a dry chuckle, “I waited too long to leave.”

“But you did. You’ll know when it’s right,” he brought the bottle to his lips.

“But Coco—”

“Fuck ‘em,” EZ’s voice was quiet, but firm. He saw the look on his sister’s face, “I’m serious, Dani. This is about Ana. If you don’t think he’s ready to show up for her, then fuck ‘em. He cost himself this.”

It was more nuanced than that, but also, it really wasn’t. She knew that EZ was right, that at the end of the day it was about what was best for Ana. Everything would’ve been different if Daniela only had to think about herself. She could put up with a lot, put a lot of work and struggle into something, but she couldn’t ask the same of her daughter.

“Thank you, EZ,” she said with a nod.

“You need anything?”

She chuckled, “You got a time machine?”

“I’m working on it,” he joked before finishing off his beer and standing up out of his seat, “I just wanted to stop and check in on you. Go get some sleep—you look like shit,” he chuckled.

Daniela laughed as she stood up, walking over and hugging him, “You’re lucky that gun isn’t loaded,” she leaned against him for a moment, “Drive safe.”

“Always,” he started making his way back towards the door, “Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair, “Lock the door behind you, yea?”

“Got it.”

She lingered in the kitchen, listening for the sound of EZ’s pickup truck starting and driving away. Once it was silent again, she tossed their beer bottles into the recycling bin. Grabbing the plastic toy off the table, she quietly made her way upstairs towards Ana’s room. She quietly walked inside, placing the toy on top of her daughter’s dresser.

On her way back out, she lingered in the doorway for a moment, taking in the peaceful look on Ana’s face as she slept. One arm was hanging over the edge of the bed, her fingertips nearly brushing along the floor. Daniela smiled despite the weight in her chest, taking a breath before stepping out completely and pulling the door shut.

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