#he said hola mami <3 and i said YOU are mami now

[lunearobservatory]

florida's weird kids 💕 mami and orla

ought gfu k fuck there's THREE of them !!!!! AAA

#so. i've been thinking about. cities. #i have. erm. a LOT of designs.... mayb you'll see a couple more eventually ! shrug ! #miami kisses his face kisses his face k #that is a cuban chain he is wearing i just cant draw it right oopsie #orlando :[[[ she is a GREMLIN #like....carbon copy of florida #that's his angel his babygirl #he bailed her out of jail and then they went for ice cream <333333 #she wears a bikini 24/7 so she's prepared to jump into the ocean a lake a pond or a swamp AT ALL TIMES #im sorry ermmh i love her now and i'm gonna make it everyone's problem #i love miami too but yall already knew that #he said hola mami <3 and i said YOU are mami now #or mimi ! but in my... erm.. city verse... only nyc calls him that they're friends <3 the only snowbird miami thinks is kinda alright #florida and all his kids have the prettiest longest most beautiful eyelashes ever btw :/ that's my hc i'm sticking to it! #lune talks #lune talks even more in the tags 😐 #wttt #wttsh #ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #lune posts art #wttt miami #wttt oc #i guess?... woah... oc time... #wttt orlando #wttt florida #wttt fanart #FULLY DESIGNED ORLANDO TO LOOK LIKE LAURA LAURAOUTDOORS..... ON PURPOSE #yall ever see an insane florida woman and go mm. yeah. you.

[axeoverblade]

THIS WITH MILES AND RIO OMG

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e2jNJ6/

Can she come over?

Miles(s) Morales x fem! Reader

Synopsis! After seeing a Tiktok on your for you page, you persuaded your boyfriend to do it with you.

MASTERLIST

Genre: Fluff, pre established relationship, slight age up so it makes sense that they’re in a car

Warnings: none!

Word count: .8k

Authors comment: This was so cute and fun to write, hopefully this was what you were asking. Didn’t know which Miles you wanted so suprise it’s both! Small blurbs. Enjoy <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

EARTH 1610!MILES

“Baby no I’m not doing that!” Miles whined. “Cmon!! It’s just a little jokey-joke!” You lightly pushed his shoulder, trying to persuade him for the umpteenth time. He looked at you and sighed, finally caving in, “you're so lucky I love you”. Giggling, you urged him to call his mom quicker, setting up your camera on the dashboard of the car to record.

“I’m blaming this on you” he said, phone ringing as he looked at you. “I’m willing to accept the consequences” you smiled.

“Yes hijo?” His mother said, you smiled wider, covering your mouth with your hand. “Hola mami” “Do u need something? Oh! Can you tell y/n she left her pajamas so I washed em’ for her.” “oh uh,” he looked at you, “I’m not with her, when I see her I’ll say something. What are you doing right now?” “Mmm nothing worth talking about, por que? Is something wrong?” She asked, becoming more concerned towards the end of her sentence. “Nah nothin’s wrong” Miles paused, “can I bring a girl over?” He winced, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Que? I thought you said you weren’t with y/n? You don’t have to ask to bring her over anymore-” “uh actually it’s not her”

The phone went silent, “….eh?”, you stifled a laugh, looking at miles who was holding in a laugh himself. “It’s not her mami, ‘s another girl.” “So, what I’m hearing is,” she paused, taking a moment to process, “you want some random girl over that’s not y/n? Why?” “Oh well you know, I’m hanging out with her right now and she wants to come over” “does y/n know about this?” “Uhm nah, this girl is kinda..” Miles trailed off, insinuating he was hiding her from you. “Miles te lo juro que te asesinaré con mis propias manos.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore, throwing your head back as you cackled. Miles' eyes widened at your break of character as he laughed too, quickly muting himself, “You think this is funny Miles? Was that her laughing?” Rio yelled quickly, had you not been used to her voice you wouldn’t have understood what she said with how fast the words left her mouth. Miles unmuted himself, knowing if he didn’t stop the prank now he would get in serious trouble. “Cálmate mami, we’re kidding it’s a joke!”

“Hi Mrs.Morales!” You choked out through a laugh. “Ay-Y/n is that you?” “Yes ma’am” you giggled. Rio mumbled something under her breath, “you two play too much. I’ll see you both for dinner, don't be late.” With that she hung up. You looked at Miles who was shaking his head at you, “mi princesa, you’re gonna get me killed.” You giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, grabbing your phone off the dashboard and stopping the recording, “maybe thats my goal.”.

•

EARTH 42!MILES

“Baby Im not doing it, do you know how pissed she’s gonna be?” He looked at you skeptically. You set up your camera on the dashboard, pressing record. “Cmon querido it’s for memories” he sighed looking at your pleading expression. He rolled his eyes, “you owe me” you smiled wide, happy he finally agreed after a hefty amount of convincing. He dialed his mother, staring at you while it rang.

“Yes Hijo?” Ríos voice spoke through the phone speaker. “Hola mama, whatchu’ doin’?” “Uhm I’m on a five minutó break at the hospital, por que?” “Uhh nothin much, so I’m wit’ a girl n’ she wants to come over to the house, I was just letting you know-” “eh? Where's y/n? Is she already there or something?” You smiled. “Uh nah, just me n’ the girl.” “…Dónde está y/n?” “Uh” he looked at you for a split second, “I don’t know.” “Does she know this girl is coming over?” “Nah and I’m keeping it that way” Miles said, hinting something was going on with this mystery girl. “Miles, tu traes esa nena a casa y te lo juro.", you covered your mouth holding in a laugh, looking at Miles. He shook his head, “well I mean she’s kinda already with me,” “Is her name y/n” “que? no i just said it’s not y/n-” “then she can’t come over. I see you with another girl near our property and it’s not ending well for either of you, comprende?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer, letting out the laugh you had been keeping.

“Ella se acaba de reír de? Miles Morales-" “Mama we kid’, y/n is wit’ me. it’s a joke” he quickly cut her off before she could begin her rant. “Sorry Mrs.Morales” you said through a fit of giggles. “Cariño don’t do that, you had me worried.” She spoke to you through the phone.“Sorry mama” you replied using the nickname developed for Rio throughout your relationship with Miles. She clicked her teeth, “I’m gonna tell your ma on you little girl, eres malo.”. You let out a small laugh and apologized, saying your goodbyes so she could get back to work. You grabbed your phone off the dashboard stopping the recording, giving Miles a quick kiss on the cheek. “So about what you owe me” he said looking at you suggestively. You laughed, “you’re gross”

©axeoverblade

#42 miles morales x reader #prowler x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #42 miles morales #earth 42 #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #cute #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales #1610 miles morales #miles morales 1610 #miles x y/n #miles morales x y/n #miles 42 #miles x you #prowler miles #miles g morales #rio morales #blurb and head cannon #head canon #across the spiderverse #atsv #hcs #Atsv hcs

[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

#Iron Fist 🥊 #my writing #boxer!miguel o'hara #boxer!miguel #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #boxer!miguel x author!reader #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x fem!reader #atsv x you #age gap relationship #miguel my love

[acaaciia]

bleach

relationship: Gekko x gen!reader || Mateo x gen!reader

listed tags: fluff, friends to lovers (?), reader being a good nuera/yerno, oneshot

trigger warnings: none

synopsis: Bleaching some hair gets a little heated. 

You and Mateo have known each other since before you knew how to write your own name. You were there when you each first scratched your knees attempting to learn how to ride a skateboard, down to when the first light had occurred.

Needless to say, the two of you have been through the thick of it, and when Mateo asked for you to come over and help him with a new look, well, you couldn’t resist the offer.

It didn’t even take a second after you knocked on the door, for it to fling open, revealing Mateo with a giant grin. Wingman stood to his right, peaking over the side of his leg.  

“Por fin! (1) I knew you’d pull through.” He said, taking one of the bags from your hands and handing it over to his companion.

You grinned in return, “Of course I did, I couldn't let you damage your hair alone.”, You joked as you reached down to pet the little creature, “Now come on, let’s get this over with before your mom kills both of us.”

Stepping into the small home you immediately greet the older woman who was busy cutting up a variety of fruits, “Hola Señora, ¿cómo está hoy?”(2)

“Aye, bien mijita/mijito, ¿cómo está su mamá?” (3) Mateo 's mother looked up from where she stood in the kitchen, “Todavía está tomando ese té que lo mande?”,(4) she whipped her hands on her apron, walking around the small island to greet you with a hug.

You laughed, shaking your head as the two of you parted, “Lo termino, pero eya empenso a tomar ajo y curcuma.” (5) you said, turning to Mateo, making a sour face at the thought of the combination. “She even started putting it in my licuados.” (6)

This sparked up a whole conversation between you and Mateo’s mother, as she went over the multitudes of things your mom should start eating to improve her health. It didn’t last long before Mateo came in to save the day from his mothers ranting, “Perdoname mami,(7) but we got something super important to do.” He insisted, nudging you towards the hallway that led to his room.

The older woman rolled her eyes at her son and waved the two of you off, “Fine, fine, pero dejan la puerta abierta.” (8) She half joked, returning to her previous task.

Mateo could feel his ears heaten up at the implications and groaned out a small ‘aye ama’(9). You chuckled at his embarrassment and shot the woman a thumbs up as you let your friend lead you further into his house.

Entering Mateo’s room, you immediately made yourself at home pushing away the random junk he had laying around to make room for your snacks and bleaching materials. You set up your makeshift salon station, passing a chip or two to the quartet of creatures that watched you with interest, mainly interested in the snacks you had. As you finished setting up, you threw a curious glance to Mateo who was spinning himself around with his desk chair, ‘patiently’ waiting for you to finish.

“You ready for this?” You questioned, slipping on a pair of latex gloves before making your way around the man, a bowl filled with a mixture of bleach and developer in hand. He stopped his spinning, his eyes met yours as he looked at your reflection in the mirror. He grinned and gave you a nod of approval, “Show me whatcha got.”

“Just let me know if it starts to burn,” you warned.

Taking the brush into your hand, you started on the back of his head, trying to angle your strokes perfectly so as to not get any of the bleach onto his skin. This process took a while and continued till you finally reached the front of his head.

You were so close, he thought, your legs straddled his own as you leaned in closer for better precision around his hairline. Mateo could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, his hands twitched as they tensed up to his side. Of course, he was aware of the fact that he had a thing for you, he always did. He never acted on it directly though, but with you so close he- “Quedate quieto.” (10) You practically whispered as you placed one of your gloved hands under his chin, tilting his head up for a better angle.

Mateo’s face burned as you cradled his head, he’s never gotten such an up-close view of you before. He swore he could die a happy man with a view like this. He watched as your eyebrows scrunched and contorted with a look of concentration. The way your lips pursed ever so slightly as you meticulously painted his hair with bleach, he had half a mind to take the brush from you and pull you down for a kiss himself.

“And I think that should be it.” You stated as you finished applying the last of the bleach to Mateo’s hair. It was only then, as you pulled back slightly to inspect your work, did you realize the position you had placed yourself in. Your breath hitched as your eyes met Mateos' own, your hand still hovering gently under his chin.  

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe it was the fact that you could feel the warmth of his body under your skin that made your head feel light. Maybe you simply had breathed in too much of the bleach and now it was messing with your head. Whatever the cause you couldn’t help yourself when you leaned down and captured his partially chapped lips for a kiss.

Mateo was stunned by your action but quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss. His hands grazed over the top of your body gently, dipping between every curve and crevice trying to memorize every detail into the depths of his brain. He shifted you in closer, one of his hands making its way to your thigh to hold you in place, while the other came around to grip your waist.

The two of you lost track of time in the little universe you created where only the two of you existed. Neither of you could tell when Mateo had finally brought you down to sit comfortably in his lap, or when you had lost the bowl of bleach as or when your other hand wrapped around his neck, but the two of you weren’t in the mood to care.

Key:

1. Finally 2. (formal greeting to an older woman) Hello Ma’am, how are you? 3. mijita/mijito: a term of endearment typically from an older person to a younger person, used in a similar context as sweetie. Not to be used in a romantic sense/relationship. "Sweetie, how is your mom?" = "Mijita, how is your mom?" 4. Is she still drinking the tea I sent her? 5. She finished it, but has started to drink ginger and turmeric instead. 6. (a shake/smoothie) 7. Forgive me, mom. /Excuse me, mom./ I’m sorry, mom. 8. But, leave the door open. 9. Mom, please. (a whiney, complained/embarrassed way of saying it) 10. Stay still.

#gekko x reader #mateo x reader #valorant #gekko #valorant gekko #reader insert #x reader #fluff #friends to lovers #valorant x reader #oneshot

[via-rant]

--- April 25th, 1999 (3) ---

He stood there for a good second before smiling wide, realizing it was on.

"¡Esta encendido! Mami lo hice!" He yelled, jumping up and down excitedly. His voice sounded so innocent.

"Good job, Mija!" Esperanza yelled, picking him and spinning him around kissing him on the cheek while he squealed.

--- August, 7th 1999 (4) ---

The camera flickered on with his hair braided and wearing some sparkly loose black leggings and a car shirt.

"¡Hola, futuro yo! I don't know if you talk mainly Español or Ingles en el futuro. Well of course I don't, you'd have to travel in time to tell me that." Then he gasped.

"Is time travel a thing in the future?! Would you be able to come visit me?! Okay, if you can, you'll show uuuuuuup now!" He yelled moving aside in excitement. He waited for a minute before sighing in disappointment.

"Alright, fine. But can you at least try?"

"Okay! Anyway! Quería hablar sobre cosas que quiero hacer en el futuro. No. Cosas que tengo que hacer. Número uno, ¡quiero construir cualquier cosa y todo! ¡Un puñado de aviones, barcos, coches y herramientas!"

"¡Número dos! ¡Supera todos tus miedos! ¡Quiero ser la persona más valiente del mundo!"

"¡Número tres! ¡Ponte realmente fuerte! Muscles are cool!"

"Y el último." His smile faded."I can't help Mami right now. She tells me I'm too young and I can get hurt. And Tía Callida babysits me sometimes. But I know how tired Mami is and I want to help. She works so hard for us and I know she loves me but… sometimes I think my Tía Rosa is right. She'd be better off without me." He wiped his tears. He opened his mouth to say something else but his mother came rushing in and sat in front of him.

"No. Nonono Bebe no. No I wouldn't. I do love you, te amo mucho." He broke down and she picked him up.

"Oh mi vida." She said kissing his head repeatedly.

"Te amo y siempre te amaré. No importa qué, mi vida. Mi hija, mi niña hermosa."

"No!"

"¿No? ¿No que?"

"I… I don't know." He sounded confused himself.

"¿Tal vez eres mi hijo?" She asked and he unexpectedly smiled at that. She smiled softly and he leaned into the hug.

"Don't listen to Rosa. She doesn't know what she's talking about. She can't read my mind."

"Oh… the camera." He said and she laughed, turning it off.

--- October 21st, 2000 (5) ---

It showed him sitting on his bed with short hair now as what seemed to be a case worker talking to him.

"So your mom hasn't hurt you? At all?"

"I can guarantee sir. She wouldn't do that." He said, trying to hold in his anger.

"Anyone outside of here?" He gripped his pants tighter in frustration and took a breath.

"My Tía does. She hates me, probably wants to beat me up. Mami says she doesn't but I think she just wants her to understand."

"Your Tìa?"

"My aunt. The one who called you."

"So your mom doesn't do anything?"

"She tries. But Tìa Rosa doesn't understand. Mami complains about it. I hear her at night sometimes. I heard her cry once. I never tell her about it though and go back to bed."

"Alright. You seem like a nice kid. If anything and I mean anything goes wrong. Call me." He said giving him a card and walked away. Leo followed him camera out and into the living room.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding." His mom said as they walked out. She closed the door and took a breath leaning her head on the door. A few tears fell. The camera turned off.

--- December 25th, 2000 (5) ---

It showed his mom sitting on a couch as he handed her something. A poorly wrapped present.

"Feliz navidad Mami!"

"Mijo, how did you get this?"

"I made it. You drop little herramientas sometimes." She laughed and took it carefully unwrapping it. Her face turned to surprise when she saw a dragon. A very well made toy dragon made of different metals.

"I know how much you love dragons. You talk about them sometimes and you're a lot happier when you do. So I made it." He said and she smiled at him.

"Thank you mijo. Lo pondré en mi estantería especial." He gasped in excitement and pumped his fist in victory.

"Okay. What movie should we watch?"

"The Grinch!"

"Of course." She laughed, turning it on. 

--- June 7th, 2002 (6) ---

"Mami, do we have to record this?" He asked. He sat on the couch with a bruised jaw. They wondered what happened.

"Si. I wanna remember this." She said and gave him a present.

"What is this?"

"I said I had something for you. Go on. Open it." She encouraged and he did. It was a flag. He raised an eyebrow.

"What country is this?" They all smiled at the unconditional love and support she gave him.

"It's not a country. You know how you weren't born a boy but you chose to be one?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I looked into it and there's a lot of gente como tú. It's called being Transgender and they made a flag for it. Esta es esa bandera."

"You found one for me?"

"Of course." She said and he felt tears in his eyes before hugging her.

"Te amo mami."

"También te amo, mi vida."

--- October 8th, 2002 (7) ---

"Mamis been really happy lately. She's getting more sleep and she laughs more. Was Tía hurting us that much? Ella trató de golpearme. Supongo que tiene sentido. Me alegro de que Mami esté feliz." He said with a big smile.

"And she's coming up with a new design! She says it'll help us. There's gonna be more food on the table and we're going to move out and she'll get a better job and go on vacations! She didn't say the last part. I'm just hoping for that."

--- September 8th, 2003 (8) ---

He sat at a desk not even looking at the camera, tears staining his cheeks, a bruise lining his right cheek, another one covering his left eye.

"I think this might be the worst week ever." He said his face blank, his voice weak. As if nothing mattered.

"But... it's my fault."

"I should've listened to her." He said and smiled after he thought but it didn't reach his eyes.

"She should've listened to Rosa. Given me up when she had the chance." Another tear fell along with his smile. He sat in silence wanting to say something every once in a while but he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'm sorry." He said after about 5 minutes before turning it off.

--- November 20th, 2003 (8) ---

"I tried running. They caught me. I need to find out what I did wrong. Maybe I should figure out a few things. Like when they go to sleep, how to leave without making any sound."

--- November 28th, 2003 (8)---

"I successfully ran away. They don't go to sleep until like 12, who does that? First time on the streets. That's fine. I'll learn a few skills here, right? Fighting mostly."

--- January 1st, 2004 (8) ---

"Happy new year I guess. They found me. I left a gang though. That might bite me in the ass later."

"Language!" Someone at the door said.

--- September 5th, 2004 (9) ---

Leo looked at himself in the camera. Tiny bruises lined his neck and below, bitemarks here and there. His hands grazed over them before he covered them with his hands in shame looking away from the camera, knees to his chest. He looked absolutely horrified as tears fell and he shook but that was it.

--- February 6th, 2005 (9) ---

"So... people at school like me. Well, not me. They like... the other me. When I'm faking. People like jokes. Gangs like jokes. It doesn't get me beat up and the negative emotions go away. It's worked so far with Mason. He loves them. That's the only thing but it's something."

"Lisa!" The camera heard and Leo flinched. Especially when he knocked. Leo immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Ye-" He stopped when he pushed him to the ground and forced off his shirt. Leo yelled in fear struggling to get him off.

"Please no." But the man didn't do what he thought he was going to. Instead he grabbed his arm and stuck it out making Leo raise a brow. He held a knife in his other hand and started drawing lines on his arm. Leo screamed and cried and begged. He was sobbing when he was done, blood pouring onto the floor. The man stood up as he cried in pain.

"Help me. Help me please." He cried but the man just stood there. "Why would I help a monster like you? You're a murderer."

"I didn't m-mean to. Ngh!" He groaned and cried harder.

"Didn't mean to my ass. What kind of child kills their mother?" Their was pounding on the door and a second later police came in tying his hands behind his back as others tended to Leo, who was silently crying and mumbling.

"She's a freak! She doesn't deserve to be alive!" An officer turned off the camera.

--- October 10th, 2005 (10) ---

The next one that came on he was with someone else. He scoot over and let her examine the dress she wore. He looked a few years older, maybe ten. The girl he was with had crutches about the same age and he bowed and offered a hand to her.

"Would the madam like this dance?" He asked and she laughed but took his hand and trying to bow. The woman helped her before Leo took her into his arms and they started dancing around the living room. He laughed with her when he tripped over himself bringing her down with him.

"Sorry." He laughed but she only answered by laughing.

--- October 15th, 2005 (10) ---

It cut to him in a room thinking about something.

"This is my fifth home. But it's not like the others. It's... fun. And happy. I know mom treated me like this. I don't know if I can stay here. I wouldn't want to hurt them." He thought for a second more and took a breath.

"I'll leave tomorrow. After the picnic. Don't wanna ruin their plans. That would be a waste." He said with a smile and turned it off.

--- October 19th, 2005 (10) ---

It cut to him with his head on a desk, hands in his hair.

"I should've left." He cried.

"I shouldn't have waited, they'd be better off without me." He cried. The door slammed open and a woman waltzed in before smacking him.

"If you don't shut up I'll lock you in the closet. Understood?" She growled and he wiped his tears but nodded.

"Understood."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I do, I'm trying to stop, really I am." He argued. She grabbed his shirt and walked away with him. The camera heard something close and banging afterwards. The woman walked back into the cameras view and turned it off.

--- December 30th, 2005 (10) —

"We ran! It took forever! Terra are you okay?" He said with a smile as she laughed.

"That was best prank ever!" She said and Leo started laughing with her.

--- June 29th, 2006 (10) ---

"We're staying at some weird guys house." Leo said and Terra nodded sadly.

"Yeah they found us. If it's anything like the orphanage..."

"I'll protect you."

"Why do you have to protect me? I can handle myself."

"Cause you're my best friend. I don't like seeing you hurt."

"And I don't like seeing you hurt. You always take the hits and maybe at first it was nice but I can handle myself just fine."

"Sorry."

"Me too."

"Take hits for each other?"

"Yeah..."

--- July 7th, 2006 (11) ---

"So... I heard it was someones birthday." The man said bringing the cake to the table. Leo raised an eyebrow as he set it down. The cake had the number 11 candles on it and Leo looked at him in surprise.

"Come on Leo, make a wish!" Terra said excitedly holding the camera. Leo smiled but it was obviously forced.

"Thank you." He said and blew out the candles.

--- September 3rd, 2006 (11) ---

He sat on a hospital bed chest covered in bandages.

"She should've just killed me. I think it'd..." He looked at the camera and glared at it, scoffing. "This is pathetic." And turned it off.

--- August 23rd, 2010 (15) ---

"So... I haven't done one of these in a while. Last time I... Wasn't in the best place. Physically and Mentally. Never was after Mama died really."

"But this is for the crew. If you're watching this it means my plan worked. I don't know if I'm coming back. And if I am I don't know when. I haven't watched those videos before making this and if you've watched all of them sorry you had to see all of it. And don't codle me if I come back. I don't need it." I don't deserve it.

"And if I don't come back I'm sorry. For firing on Rome, for being a jerk every time I open my mouth, for scaring Frank. Apologizing for looking like Sammy seems weird. I'm not sorry but I am? I don't know. I just... no not important. I'm sorry I couldn't help you Calypso. I broke my promise. She probably won't ever see this if I don't."

--- March 8th, 2011 (15) ---

"Can I be honest? I don't know why I'm asking. I can say whatever I want in these things, but everyones watching at this point aren't they?"

"I guess it's easier when no ones here here. Maybe I was asking myself? I don't know."

"I don't... want to come back."

"And maybe that'll change later on, and it sounds really selfish but... it just seems like an easy way out y'know?"

"I don't know if anyone would care I mean Hazel probably hates just looking at me. Frank is scared of me, Percy and Annabeth are practically strangers, and don't get me started on Piper and Jason. We're supposed to be best friends. And even that's questionable. Everything we did at that school was fake. And even that's quesionable. Were me and Piper friends? Strangers? Was Jason being my friend because he felt like he had to? I..." He put his head in his knees and took a breath.

"No, this isn't fair. They all have their own issues and my mouth doesn't make it better. Maybe I should..." He wiped his tears. "Look at this idiot. Crying over something stupid."

"That's all for... a while." He turned it off.

------

I made this a while ago and don't know what to do with it.

#leo valdez #jason grace #percy jackson #nico di angelo #piper mclean #annabeth chase #will solace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #hoo #heros of olympus #au ideas #esperanza valdez

[ilovekazuhaa]

hola!! could you please write a julieta x fem! reader, where julieta and Agustin were dating, but juli’s pretty much cheating on him, with y/n. y/n didn’t know she had a bf. y/n and Agustin get into a pretty heated argument, and Agustin breaks up w julieta, and y/n also “breaks up” with juli, leaving her torn.

if you do, thank you sm! i love your works!! <3

The one(s) that got away

julieta x fem reader

genre: angst hehehe

sorry kinda had to make agustin a little homophobic for this lololool forgive me i love him but for the sake of the story he’s terrible >:(

“I’ll be back before sundown” a 25 year old Julieta told her childhood lover before she planted one last kiss on his lips and pulled away from his gentle touch.

“Ayy mi amor, do you really have to go?” Agustin asks, standing up from his chair and bringing Julieta in close again like he had her before. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her chest towards his as he ran his hands through her hair and took in her familiar scent. Her giggles filled his ears and it brought a smile to his lips.

“Seriously Agustin! I have to go now, my mom will be expecting me!” Julieta said, managing to wiggle out of his grip and grab her things “I won’t be gone forever, I swear.”

She kissed his neck and pushed him away as uncontrollable laughter enveloped the two of them.

As she walked away towards the exit of Agustin’s home, he quickly grabbed her wrist and touched foreheads with his girlfriend. It never failed to cause a loving eye roll from her.

“You promise?” Agustin’s said, holding out his pinky as he gazed at her lovingly. The way Julieta looked back at him made butterflies grow in his stomach. He was so in love and was so ready to marry her. Her was going to ask her soon enough.

“I promise” Julieta responded, interlocking pinkies with him before she left one last kiss on his forehead and turned around to walk away.

“Te quiero mami” Agustín said, watching the love of his life walk away, his eyes wandering around her body.

At this point, Julieta had already opened the door and slightly turned her her head so that she could see him from the corner of her eye.

“I love you more mi vida” she responded, walking out the door and gently closing it with a doting smile on her face.

Walking to the town square, she thought about what she was going to do with Agustin by sundown when she returned home from work. As she thought about it, her mind wandered to the people she could possibly see there while she worked, and you somehow came up. The more she allowed herself to think of you, she felt her heart skip a few beats and she scurried the rest of the way to her stand where she knew you’d be near.

When she arrived, she saw you handing out flowers from your garden to people, mostly children. Julieta watched you greet people with your warm smile and kind words as you handed them the flowers you grew with all of your love and care. She continued watching and saw that when you kneeled down to one of the children, he tucked a little yellow flower behind your ear and the smile that followed made her weak in the knees. It was an amazing sight and you were so beautiful. The way the sun shone on your skin and how your hair flowed in the soft breeze and the smile that tugged at your lips was somehow brighter than anything she had ever seen. She then watched you thank the child and hug him, sending goosebumps all over your girlfriend’s body.

Julieta loved how naturally good you were with kids and it made her fall even more in love with you. God she could never get enough of this sight. A wave of nervous butterflies washed over the woman when your gaze found her, your eyes softening as you two walked over to each other to meet in the middle. Julieta found herself smiling so much her cheeks hurt and her hands that held the baked goods in a basket fell numb. She felt like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush.

“Work can wait for now” she thought.

“What’s got you all smiley eh? You in love or something?” you asked when you reached her, taking the basket out of her hand and gently placing it on the ground. You took ahold of her soft hands and rubbed them with your thumb. You then raised one of them to your mouth, your lips gently brushing along her knuckles.

“Yeah. With you.” The woman told you, giggling as her cheeks tinted a bright pink color.

You scoffed as your cheeks started to match hers and you wrapped your arms around her legs, under her butt as you picked her up and spun her around. She was as light as a feather and she was so comfortable in your grasp. Julieta’s squeals that followed made you form a smile that would never fade.

“God I could just kiss you!” you said excitedly, putting her down and stepping back to look at the sight before you.

All you saw was an adult looking child with innocent eyes that stared back at you and was about to say “again” because she loved the way you twirled her.

“Then do it…” Julieta paused “At the river!” she exclaimed, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before she took off running. Thank god you had quick reflexes because you were running after her, the large basket of baked goods in hand.

“Hey Julieta wait! That’s not fair you got a headstart! And you kinda forgot something!”

That run to the river really made you work for that kiss, and for the meal you two were going to share. She was never not smiling when she was with you.

But one thought remained at the back of her mind and stuck out like a sore thumb…

How was she ever going to choose between you and Agustin?

Julieta was seeing the two of you at the same time, without one knowing about the other. She kept telling herself that she was in love with the both of you and she couldn’t bear to hurt either of you, knowing that she was going to have both of you, or neither.

She didn’t know how this happened, it’s not like it was planned or anything. One thing led to another and she somehow ended up with a girlfriend and a boyfriend. But that didn’t change anything. She still gave you guys unconditional love, care, and energy.

The moment either of you would find out she knew that you two were going to fight each other for the sake of the woman you loved most. Julieta felt immense guilt and the only thing she could do was push down her emotions and hide them until she could figure out a solution… The woman didn’t want to accept that if either of you found out it would hurt you guys and she’d lose you two in a second. She just needed some time.

But some time wasn’t enough for what was in store for her.

-

Before you knew it, your relationship with Julieta had lasted almost a year and your love’s birthday was coming up. You kind of had an idea of what to get her, since she told you her favorite things were plants and chocolate. So during that afternoon while she was home with her mother and siblings planning for her 26th birthday, you decided it was best to go get her a gift. You walked to the plaza, where all the stands were selling little knick knacks, foods, clothing, and much more.

As you walked through the crowds, a small stand that was titled “Sweets and more” caught your eye so you thought it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. The closer you got to the shop, the more it revealed. It was run by an old woman with long white hair and she was talking to a tall man in a dark blue suit and glasses that also seemed interested. When you finally stopped in front of the stand, the woman was talking to the man about chocolate as well.

“So you say she likes chocolate eh?” she said, handing the man a heart shaped box with little chocolates inside “This is our newest chocolate with the best quality and ingredients! I promise you she’ll love it!” the elderly woman insisted “So whaddya say?”

“Give me a few minutes to think about it hm? I want to make sure this is perfect for her” the man softly spoke, voice filled with nothing but kindness.

You watched how gentle and kind he was to the woman, he was no dummy or one that could be easily swayed. He seemed very relaxed and outgoing, but very serious at the same time. As he examined the red heart box with a red ribbon tied in a knot, his glasses slightly fell off his face and his hair fell over his eyes as well but he quickly fixed himself. He cocked his head and mumbled to himself, and you couldn’t help but watch. Something about him seemed… enticing.

“So what about you señorita? Is there anything you’re looking for?” the white haired woman asked, snapping you out of your trance.

You jolted and your eyes darted to her “U-uh yes I’m looking for some chocolate. Do you happen to have any here?” you asked nervously. You tended to ask dumb questions when you were nervous.

“Well of course we do!” she responded “What type are you looking for today? White chocolate? Milk chocolate? Dark chocolate?”

You watched the woman reach for 3 different crates and pulled a red heart shaped box out of each of them and presented it to you. She watched you tap your chin and think about which flavor Julieta would enjoy the most based on previous experiences.

“Milk chocolate please.”

She then urged you to get the box in the middle and you grabbed it. It was wrapped in plastic so you couldn’t open it to even see how the chocolate looked like. Now you know why the man beside you was on the fence about this. The shop didn’t look too reliable and you had never heard of it before either. You gave her a worried look and she just rolled her eyes and said “I’ll let you think about it” as she turned around and began to organize more treats and put them on display.

You contemplated on asking the man next you for advice because you two could probably help each other out on this. He looked just as confused as you so you figured that it wouldn’t hurt.

“Excuse me sir” you said, tapping his shoulder. He was snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at you like you were crazy or something.

“Think I should buy this?” you asked, waving the box as you smiled politely.

His strange expression then turned into one of a smile and he began “You’re asking me huh? I have no idea. But never mind that, who are you getting this for? Maybe that’ll help you decide.”

“Well I’m getting this for my girlfriend for her birthday! She told me one of her favorite things was chocolate so I want to get her something special” you said, looking down at the box.

“No way really?! I’m getting this for my girlfriend too and it’s her birthday. But I’m planning on proposing! She isn’t expecting it and I know she’s gonna be surprised! Especially her mom though, she never approved of me…”

You looked up at him, placing a hand on his shoulder “Don’t let that stop you, if you want to spend the rest of your life with her, don’t let her mom get in the way. She’ll probably die soon anyway.”

This made the man burst out laughing, his laugh louder than you expected and he slapped his knee contently.

“Ayy well I guess you’re right about that. I do love her. A lot” he said, looking down at the chocolates, smiling widely.

“I bet she’d love those chocolates, I mean milk chocolate is the best type there is” you held up your box to show it was the exact same one he had in his hand as well. You both burst out into laughter this time and continued making small talk.

“I’m so sorry I almost forgot to introduce myself! I’m Agustin” the man said, holding out his hand for you to shake “And you are?”

You returned his gesture and shook his hand “I’m Y/N! It’s nice to meet you Agustin. You seem like a nice guy.”

“Thank you Y/N. That’s always a pleasure to hear” Agustin said, pulling his hand away and opened his mouth to speak to you again before the elderly woman interrupted.

“Ahh hello you two. Have you made up your minds on the chocolate?”

You both looked at each other and nodded your heads as you looked back at the woman.

“You bet I have, and yes!” he said.

“Yes, I’ll take it!” you followed.

The both of you quickly took out your money from your pockets and handed it to the old woman before she thanked you and you both waved goodbye. You and Agustin walked side by side, talking more until you reached the large fountain in the middle of town.

“Well Agustin, I’m this way” you pointed to the left, to where home was.

“And I’m to the right” he responded, frowning a bit as he sighed.

“It was nice to meet you!” you told him, shaking his hand once more “Will you be at the Madrigal’s party this weekend?”

The man nodded “I will! I’ll see you there?”

“You will see me there. I can’t wait until then!” you responded “And maybe I could meet your girlfriend too!” you joked, starting to walk away backwards.

He laughed again, wiping a tear from his eye “Yes! And I can meet yours!” the main said, waving back as you both turned around and walked back home.

“She’s just like her”

“He’s just like her”

-

The weekend finally arrived, and you couldn’t be more excited. Your girlfriend was celebrating her birthday and she was going to be there with her family and you were going to see how her siblings and mother were like since you had never met them before. You were pretty nervous because you still hadn’t picked what you were going to wear. But she invited you to the party, so of course you were going to go so you could be with her and hoped that her mother and siblings would be accepting. After hours of preparation, you ultimately decided to wear a bright yellow dress that reached down to your ankles and you let your hair loose. You then put on your brown espadrille shoes and grabbed Julieta’s gift, which consisted of the chocolates you got her along with some orchids.

Upon arrival, you watched the magical house greet you with its tiles as you walked inside the home. There was loud music playing and the sound of laughter and several conversations filled your ears. You held your gift in hand and looked around for Julieta. You were really nervous and your heart was beating a million miles a minute. Clenching the handle of the gift bag, your eyes darted around the room, looking for that signature pair of brown eyes. You couldn’t wait for the feeling of weight being lifted off your shoulders the moment your eyes would meet.

But actually, it was quite the opposite.

The hand that held on to the little gift bag for your girlfriend had suddenly became loose, falling on the ground and your gentle, shy expression changed to one of anger and hurt when you saw what she was doing.

You saw a man with his arm wrapped around your love, and Julieta looked at him all lovey dovey and tip toed so their lips could meet. You couldn’t see him because his face was hidden in the darkness of the corners of Casita, but something about him seemed familiar nonetheless. Your feelings of anguish took over you and you stormed up to Julieta and this mystery man.

When Julieta noticed you, her face became a extremely pale and she was at a loss for words. You looked so beautiful to her in this moment, but she saw that your face was stained with tears and your heart burned with sorrow. The way you looked at the man that nuzzled his face into her neck next to her made her realize that this was all her fault and the severe damage she caused.

Hot tears blurred your vision as you looked down at the first woman you had ever loved in your life. This was the first person you had ever completely trusted and allowed yourself to be true with, and she took advantage of it, just like that. There was no way Julieta could tell you it wasn’t what it looked like because it was exactly what it looked like.

When she saw tears spill out of your eyes and your struggle to speak, she wanted nothing more than to kiss you and hold you and tell you sorry over and over until you were okay again.

“J-Julieta… How could you?” you asked. Julieta could hear the pain in your tone.

The woman began “Mi corazon I swear this isn’t what you think I-”

“It’s exactly what I think. And don’t even try saying otherwise. How could you do this? Why would you do this?”

You had so many questions, but not enough answers. How could Julieta give you a valid reason for doing this?

You felt yourself starting to shut down, your body beginning to tremble in extreme anger and shock. You still hadn’t bothered to look up at the man that had previously been kissing Julieta. You did look at their hands because as his arm was wrapped around her shoulder, she held it and locked their fingers together as she calmly stroked his hand with her thumb. This made you want to shrivel up and just disappear. How could you let yourself be stupid enough to think someone could really love you like this?! This was so unfair. Why was she acting like this but said she loved you? What was she trying to do?

People began to pay attention to what was happening and the music stopped as well. Everyone around you was totally dumbfounded as to what was going on and watched the events unfold. You heard several whispers about Julieta being gay or not and many were extremely confused.

“Mi corazon?” you heard someone say, the voice was deep, and sounded familiar “Who the hell is this?” he said calmly, but rudely.

When you finally looked up at the man, you realized it was Agustin, the guy you had met at the sweets stand a few days ago. Your angry expression softened for a moment because you really thought he was a cool guy when you met him.

“Agustin? What are you-”

You were cut off by his screams “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!” it startled you and he pointed towards the exit “Julieta wants nothing to do with people of your kind.”

Julieta quickly let go of Agustin and tried to place her hand on your cheek to wipe your tears away but you smacked her hand before it could reach you.

“You’re still trying to do this even after what you’ve done has been revealed to everyone? God now I’m starting to think you feel bad for me” you told her, sarcastically.

You saw the pain in her eyes after you had told her that so coldly, but she deserved it. She really did. But why did you feel so bad about it?

You then looked up at Agustin and he looked angry. His eyebrows were furrowed and he frowned as he clenched his fists. You felt as much anger as he did and if not, even more. Nothing could ever compare to how you felt right now.

“My kind? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I love Julieta and she’s my girlfriend! But I see that she has more important priorities….”

Several gasps could be heard around the room and Agustin was quite shocked. He tried his best to ignore your remark and wanted to get rid of you.

The man pushed Julieta behind him and bent over a little to your level “I said to leave. Julieta wants nothing to do with you and she isn’t gay. I don’t know what kind of fantasy you’ve created in your head but she does not love you. Now leave.”

“Agustin!” you heard Julieta say, trying to get around her boyfriend and to you “Don’t be so harsh!”

He looks back to his girlfriend, eyes filled with rage “Why should I not be harsh? Do you love this thing?! This thing that- that doesn’t follow the way humans are supposed to live?! She’s disgusting! You should’ve seen her at the shop! It was so hard to not say anything remotely rude to her right there!”

Julieta gasps and her eyes dart over to you “Y/N you mean to tell me, you know him?”

You ignore her question and pull out the heart shaped box filled with chocolates you had gotten for her. You held it out to her and Julieta stepped forward to see what it was. Your hand shook as you handed it to her and it broke her heart.

“Happy birthday Julieta. I want to say that I hate you right now, but I’d be lying. I love you so much and you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

A tear fell down your cheek as Julieta carefully took the box and read the note on it. It said “Happy Birthday my love. Can’t believe you’re turning 26 already. Let’s stop by the river tonight to do some “rock skipping”. After the cake of course.”

All Agustin could do was watch in disgust. He could not believe Julieta had actually been seeing a woman while she was with him and he didn’t know how to react. Or what to do or feel.

This brought tears to Julieta’s eyes because she felt so bad for the irreversible damage she caused and she knew you didn’t deserve this at all. You were one of the best things that had ever happened to her and she scolded herself for not understanding the severity of her actions. She didn’t have much time to think because Agustin took the box out of her hands and tossed it to the side on the ground.

“Agustin please!”

“Please what huh? Do you love her? I see the way you’re looking at her right now! Is what she’s saying is true? Are you two dating?” he said angrily, about to explode once again at any given second.

Julieta sighs “Yes it’s true. We’ve been together for a while and at the same time I was with you. I didn’t think it would be like this, I thought I would be able to choose one of you but I just couldn’t I-”

“So what was I to you?”

“So what was I to you?”

You and Agustin said this both at the same time, not sparing each other a second glance because if you did, things could get ugly.

Julieta put her hands up in surrender “No! I love you both! It’s just- I didn’t think I could be with the two of you while the both of you knew and I just didn’t understand the severity of it!”

“Well do you get the severity of it now?” Agustin asked rhetorically “If only this disgusting piece of shit beside me hadn’t brainwashed my girlfriend into thinking she was gay this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Agustin, por favor!”

You didn’t even care anymore to answer his remark. You just stood there, tears running down your cheeks while Julieta tried to justify her behavior. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. It just made you love her even more. And that’s the exact reason you had to let her go.

The woman was freaking out because of how the truth had revealed itself and that now she knew that she was going to lose the two of you now because of this. You watched the man turn his back to you and gently take ahold of Julieta’s chin.

“Julieta I…” the man began, looking down at her “I thought you were serious. Serious about us. But I need to put myself first here. I love you so much, and I always will. But it’s clear that you don’t feel the same. I wish you had just told me you weren’t interested so you didn’t put me through this. These last few months have been the best in my entire life but if there is someone else in the picture we can’t be together….”

Julieta took ahold of Agustin’s hand as he held her and she started to cry “Agustin please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, I can’t live without you.”

“The only way I’d stay with you is if you promised to never talk to her again…” he said, joining Julieta as she glanced at you “But I know you won’t so this is goodbye. I don’t hate you and it’s something I would never even consider” Agustin finally pulled away and tears filled his eyes.

“See you around, Julieta” the man says, giving the woman a sad smile and a tiny wave, turning around and making his way out of the home.

He was a human too, and he was incredibly heartbroken, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate Julieta. For the first time ever that night, he cried over someone, and vowed to never let something like this happen again. He was still so in love with her, but this was what he had to do because it was best for him. He was never going to forget about her though, never.

You stood there, shocked because Agustin had really ended things. You looked at Julieta and she was sobbing, her hands reaching out for anyone that would lend a hand to her, but no one did. Everyone watched as she desperately made her way over to you and dropped to her knees. She held on to your dress and she hugged your legs, almost causing you to lose your balance. She hid her face in your dress as well, her tears staining it terribly.

But for some reason, you didn’t feel a vengeful anger. You felt angry, just at everything else but her. You felt so bad for her, even though this was all her fault. All you felt was dread and sadness in your heart. Was this what being heartbroken felt like? Putting all your time, energy, and love into someone and all they do is just betray you in the worst way possible? You decided that you weren’t going to stay with her because of what she did. Obviously, it was a logical decision. Who says she wouldn’t do something like this again? The woman simply wasn’t loyal. Was it because she hadn’t felt loved enough? Or that she wanted to have both a man and a woman? How long did she plan to keep this a secret for? Who knows. You knew that this was something you were going to have to do, whether you wanted to or not.

“Julieta” you began, your voice was shaky and your tears were now dried up on your cheeks.

Your arms hung at your sides and you had absolutely no energy left to deal with this, but you had to. The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone watched quietly, curious to know what your next move was.

“Julieta” you said again, more stern this time “Look at me.”

The woman slowly looked up at you and she was a complete mess. Her hair was all messy and her bangs were stuck to her forehead because she was sweating and crying so much. Her eyes were like puddles and tears continued to pour out of them and her eyebrows were raised, showing her adorable forehead lines. Her eyelashes were wet too and they looked like a doll’s. Her cheeks were flushed, a light pink color staining them and she rubbed her nose, which was most obviously stuffed because of the way she was breathing. Her lips were as soft and plump as ever, quivering as a teardrop made its way into the corner of her mouth.

“You have to let me go” you told her, your voice breaking. You were going to cry again.

“Y/N please. What I did was a mistake and I’m so sorry” Julieta responded, holding onto you a little bit tighter.

“And this mistake is something you are going to have to live with.”

“Please. I can’t lose you.”

“You already have. Now please, just let me go and don’t make this harder for yourself” you said, tears filling your eyes and threatening to escape once more.

“Y/N please I can change! I won’t go back to him I swear just-”

“JULIETA LET ME GO” you yelled, startling the woman, yourself, and everyone around you.

The woman began crying even more and those brown eyes that looked at you with extreme hurt made you feel so guilty. You bent down and gently pulled her arms off you, leaving her there kneeling alone. You slowly walked away, crying uncontrollably but silent. There were hundreds of eyes watching you take the hardest walk away from someone you had ever done.

When you had reached the entrance, Julieta’s voice had called out to you once more.

“Does that mean I won’t see you at the river tomorrow?”

Your back was now facing her as you walked and you immediately stopped in your tracks when she said this. Hearing the pain in her voice, you felt a pang in your chest and you bit your lip, trying to hold back a sob. A waterfall of tears poured out of your eyes and you wanted nothing more than to hold her again. But you’d rather feel love over pain, so you collected yourself and walked out of Casita.

That night, you cried for hours straight. Your eyes were so red and puffy that you could barely see. You fell asleep to the sounds of your sobs along with the companionship of misery. You lost motivation for everything and didn’t tend to your garden for a while. The neighborhood kids would always come by your home for some of your flowers, but you never answered the door when they knocked.

Julieta had never gotten to finish her 26th birthday celebration. She stayed in her room for the whole night, drowning in her self pity. Her siblings and mother were left confused and tried to figure out how to continue the party. She knew that she was going to have to go work the next day, but knew that she wasn’t going to see you or Agustin, and it caused a feeling of longing and dread in her entire being. She knew that the next day, she was going to have to pretend that everything was okay and that she was fine, because she’s the one that had to keep it together. She knew that the next day, she was going to have to deal with the townspeople and their questions, and it made her fearful. If she could, she would stop the next day from coming. All that ran through her mind was flashbacks of the loves of her life that would never return to her, and she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.

In the end, Julieta still found herself not being able to choose between you and Agustin, and that was what led her to her downfall.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto 2021 #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto agustin #encanto disney #encanto fandom #encanto fic #encanto imagine #encanto imagines #julieta encanto #julieta marry me #julieta x you #julieta madrigal x you #julieta madrigal preference #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta x agustin

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Open love 💓

Poly Julieta x Agustin x Bella

(Bi poly marriage and this is the cutest idea I've ever had. Julieta and Agustin met meet Bella when they were young adults and been in love ever since. So when it came to marriage Alma wasn't sure about 3 of them getting married but of course that changed when she thought about more grandkids can be made if there were more women and Bruno didn't marry anyone so she figured it would work. P.s yes Bella and Agustin have a child together and is the 3rd oldest child. )

Mirabel wakes up when the house rattle the roof and floor boards.

She smells food "Mmm food." "Morning Casita!" She said getting up and getting dressed then a knock came to her door it was her older sister Angelina

"Hola sis wake up! Isabella told me to wake you up." "Of course ms perfect would have people do get dirty work."

With Bella.

I get dressed as my husband kissed me "Mi amor your looking beautiful as ever I'm so happy me and Julieta met and saw you." He said before placing a kiss on my cheek "Me too my dear we must go eat before Camilo eats up everything for seconds."

Bella!

"I have to paint some things like Ms Rodriguez fence and the church walls."

"of course I love your work so much." "Gracias mi vida."

Belle's gift involves art work and colors she can make any colors or new ones off the top of her head and she's amazing.

Angelina is her and Agustin's first child born after Luisa she's 17 years old and her birthday is coming up after Antonio gift ceremony. Her gift jewelry making and she make gems come out of nowhere like magic which Alma thinks strengths the gift but it needs more so she hopes Antonio gift will help as well.

"Ok Bella remember don't stress. She said as she saw her daughter "Mama! I'm going to make some necklaces today I'll remember to make you one."

She cupped her cheeks smiling kissing her forehead "Of course mi amor have a great day be careful!" "I will bye Mira!" She said waving.

"Mami!" Said Mirabel hugging Bella "I'm so excited for today!" "So am I ."

After the ceremony

Agustin and Julieta were laying on their bed until Bella came in "Phew I'm so beat but I'm glad to be here mi amors!" She said hugging her wife as she kisses her lips "Agustin smiled as she kissed him too "Mi amor we have thinking about Angelina's birthday and do you know what she likes??"

"Well I'm not sure she seems to like everything we get her when she was 9 she wanted her tio to come back."

Sadden faces came over them that day she heard tales about Bruno from her mothers but her tia Pepa and tio Filex we're different they tried to avoid talking about him.

"Well I think I have something for her this year my Angelina! My baby is going to be 18!" She said then her smile fades "Julieta I didn't want her to be in Isabella's shoes." Her wife looks at her in agreement as well as Agustin "I know mi amor but that's only if she wants to you know she doesn't let people tell her what to do."

"Si Agustin she has my mother's stubbornness!" "So do you mi vida." Said Agustin he remembers her mother not wanting her to marry a man and woman but she saw how much love she had for them so they were wed.

"Well either way things will hopefully go smoothly for her and Isabella."

The next day

Everyone was not celebrating Angelina and her birthday! She was ready for her big day!

Blue flowers were surrounding the banner "Ah yes now my sweet little sister can have her sweet 18!" Said Isabella excited as Luisa lift up a floral statue of her "Yup lil sis has grown up so fast!"

Pepea was excited for her niece's Quinceañera. She then helped Julieta, Bella and Alma get her hair and make up done.

"Hola amor I'm so proud of you!" Said Pepa as she hugged her as she formed a ☁️ 🌨️ "Pepa your going to get her make up wer." Said Alma.

"Alright now mi bebe it's time for your dress!" Said Pepa Julieta went to check on the decorations and cake.

"Ok Bella we'll be down stairs."

Her dress and shoes.

Her hair was put in a bun and strands were dangling she walked out the room as her family saw her "Oh mi amor there you are!" Said Bella

She walked up to hug her "All grown I'm so proud of you Angelina!" "Gracias Mami!" She said Agustin walked in smiling then gasp at the sight of his daughter in her blue dress she hugged him as he cried happy tears "My baby girl all grown up! I'm so proud of you!"

"gracias papi." She said as Dolores got her crown that was in a box

"happy birthday Angelina."

Then Camilo got her another gift "Happy birthday prima!"

"Gracias Dolores! Gracias Milo!"

They put her gifts on her and she smiled as Mirabel came in hugging her "Happy birthday sis." She gave her a small box and she opened it revealing another necklace

"Mira it's beautiful thanks so much little sis!" She said hugging her!

Angelina dances with her family on her special day. She dances with her father and he plays piano while singing to her "Me and your mothers are so proud of you and happy because we always knew that love is making room for the best in you." Everyone cheered and cried "Happy birthday!"

Isabella was happy this day but knew that it isn't going to last since her day for her suitor asks her to marry him.

"Isa come join the party don't worry about him." Said Angelina as she helped her sister up dancing with her.

Everything was going great until Mirabel saw cracks in the wall and she ran to tell everyone she knew telling people about again would get her more backlash but she didn't care had to tell her family.

Julieta brought out the cake for her

"Happy birthday Angelina my perfect granddaughter!" Said Alma as she sat her down for her cake and for her to blow her candle.

"Ok Angie make a wish!" Said Camilo as he lit the candle waiting for her to blow it she did as everyone cheered then Mirabel ran in "The house in danger!" She said Isabella looked annoyed at her sister once again bursting in "What?" "The house is cracking again I'm seeing the cracks again and I-!" "Mirabel please this is the most inappropriate thing to bring up! It's your sister's Quinceañera!"

Said Alma as she got annoyed "Abuela maybe Mira did see them." "See why you've done? Now you've ruined your sister's birthday and now putting these crazy ideas in her head now she can't stop thinking about it!"

"Then a rat came from outta nowhere and was eating her cake "Ahh! Rat!"

Said Pepa Angelina sae it and smiled "Aw!" "Angie move!" Said Camilo as he hit the rat with a broom "oh my gosh Angelina are you ok honey?!"

Said Julieta as she saw her cake smashed "There are cracks on the walls -!" "Enough! You and these cracks honestly look at our sister Mirabel does she look happy to you?!"

Said Isabella. "Guys guys it's alright I have another cake and Isabella mind yourself with your sister." "No mama she's been acting crazy sense Antonio's ceremony and now Angelina's birthday?!"

"Isabella it's ok really I - I'm fine look why don't we look to ease your mind sis?"

They walked to the other room and sad nothing Mirabel felt the shock wash over her Angelina saw her sister face and felt bad "See? Nothing your trying to ruin her birthday!"

"Wait but what if we lit the room a bit? Abuela?" "Enough of this Angelina come it's time for you to cut your cake."

They cut her new cake that Julieta made after her cake was ruined

"Happy birthday mi amor!"

They said as she cut her first piece and ate a bite "Mm mama it's great I love it thanks!"

"your welcome mi vida."

The next day

Bella woke up after she was thinking about what Mirabel said about the cracks "Is it true Casita?"

#disney encanto #encanto #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #camilo madrigal #lusia madrigal #isabella madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto bruno #pepa madrigal

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Flower Most Needed

Isabella Madrigal wants to be perfect, but perfect doesn't equal helpful, and she struggles with a desire for both.

Usual tw for blood and yellow fever and stuff

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It had been three days since Julieta’s hallucinations began. 

Isabella felt neglected, though she could hardly blame anyone. With all the chaos around Julieta, everyone’s attention was divided– even Abuela’s. Everyone was coping– or not– in different ways: Agustín was always either watching her or playing piano, Pepa was cooking and trading off with Agustín while struggling to control her winds, Abuela was reading and praying constantly, Bruno was isolated in that far off room of his, Camilo and Mirabel were constantly drawing pictures for her, Luisa was also isolating and locking her door, Dolores was often out in town to try and get away from Julieta’s muttering and hallucinations, and Isa..? Well– she was being Isa: keeping her head high, acting perfectly perfect and still making flowers for all the people who asked. 

Though the requests for roses and fleur de mayos were much less these days, as people came requesting herbs and medicines. Isa tried best she could, but she hadn’t seen many of them since she used to spend mornings with her mother in the kitchen when she was little, and such days felt like a million years ago now. 

It occurred to Isa just how little she saw her mother nowadays- hell, ever since she turned five really. It felt like she was swept away with her gift and the attention that she had left her mother behind. Which was more apparent now that her services weren’t needed as much.

It was getting hard to be perfect. 

Though she was determined to still try. 

A soft morning, birds softly singing in the distance. Isa was the first one awake for once, so a quiet casita greeted her. Ever since her mami got sick her sleep schedule had been thrown for loops, but this was truly the first time waking so early. Slowly she walked through the empty Casita and wandered to the kitchen, not knowing what she was really doing there, nor why she didn’t just go back to sleep. After all, the sun had just barely begun to rise, but she supposed there was something refreshing about that. 

Not knowing quite what to do with herself, she grabbed a glass of water and stared out and watched as the sky changed from purple into light pinks and oranges and into the usual blue in shades she had seen only in a few flowers and the occasional painting. Softly, she grew flowers of her own against the windowsill. 

Begonia tuberosa. 

Mami’s favorite. 

“Isabella? Aren’t you normally asleep right now?” The tired but soft voice of her tia spoke from behind. 

“Hola Tía Pepa. Do you need anything?” Isa asked, ignoring her question with a smile, summoning a small rose in Pepa’s hair. Her tia smiled tiredly. 

“Nothing now, I just came to get some breakfast started,” She said with a yawn. Isa held back a cringe. 

Perhaps the thing she missed most about her mother was good food. Pepa practically insisted on making everything, only relenting for Abuela. As such, the family found themselves rather hungry most days… if they still had their appetite, that was. 

Isa couldn’t recall the last time she had seen her father eat. It seemed at almost every meal he was in Mamá’s room and Pepa or Félix would have to bring a tray. 

“That’s good,” Isa nodded with a perfect smile. Pepa nodded, quickly getting out pots and pans. The tween girl stood there, not knowing what else to do. 

When Pepa noticed her still standing there, she asked, “Do you… want to talk about it?” 

Isabella immediately shook her head. “No no, Tía, I’ll just leave you to your cooking.”

She left sharply after exchanging such words, still feeling lingering feelings of anger towards her tia. She had lied to her, after all; swearing Mamá was alright, but then saying she was asleep and before she knew it, Julieta was apparently in a rapid decline. To have given her such false hope– it boiled her blood to think about. 

But anger was imperfect. 

And so she removed herself. 

She kept walking until she realized she was at the front door of Casita. She looked back, pondering her options. However, it wasn’t for long, as she was quick to decide to keep carrying on into town. 

Very few villagers were out and about at this hour, only the occasional child fetching water or farmer setting up their stalls. Señor Molina was out with his accordion, beginning to practice, playing a soft and somber tune to warm up. She didn’t stop to listen. Instead she wandered alone through town, decorating lamp posts, benches, railings alike all with the blessed orange and pink flowers, replacing the previous days as they began to rot. 

The more her mother wasted away in her room, the more her flowers wasted too. 

The girl didn’t feel much, a certain ache filling her arms and chest. Her posture fought to slump, as she wanted nothing more than to sit down and fold in, to let everything just consume her already. But she resisted. 

Isabella Madrigal stood up straight. She created beautiful flowers. She was a beautiful flower. She couldn't let others know how fast they were withering– she had to fix it. Fix everything. Before anyone found out. 

Isabella Madrigal was perfect. 

She was perfect. 

She was–

“I-isabella? What are– uh– what are you doing here? It’s a little early, isn’t it,” A village boy spoke to her– Mariano Guzman! 

“Hola, Mariano. I just decided to get an early start on the day,” She said with her typical (and fake) warm smile. 

“Would you– uh– want to sit down?” He asked, scooting over on the bench for which he sat. Isa contemplated this a moment, looking the boy up and down before taking her place. 

“How’s your Mamá doing?” 

Of course he’d ask that. 

“She’s doing okay, I think. I’m not really ‘in the know’ though,” Isa shrugged, creating flowers that wrapped around the edge of the bench railing. 

“They’re lovely flowers,” He moved on, which Isa noted gratefully.

“Thank you. I’ve had a lot of practice,” she said perfectly. 

“They-they’re uh– they’re just as pretty as you,” He said, his face turning as red as a tomato. Isa blinked. 

“Thank you..?” Isa couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Mariano cleared his throat, his face going back to its usual shade. 

“S-sorry, I’ll work on that,” He wrote something down in a pocket journal. Isa just nodded slowly. An awkward moment of silence passed as the sounds of the village coming to life slowly surrounded the pair, and they knew they wouldn’t have long before they’d have to split. 

“I… I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m very sorry for your mama’s case. I hope she gets well soon, and not just for the village,” He said, looking her in the eyes. Isa smiled a much more genuine and soft smile. 

“Thank you, Mariano,” she said, hugging him. She stayed still a moment before whispering, “I’m… I’m really scared for her… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I want to help, but I-i’m not allowed to go in there, and Dolores says I wouldn’t want to hear it and Luisa is all scared and–” “Hey, it’ll be okay, Isa,” Mariano interrupted the spiral. “You just gotta hold on a little longer.” 

Right. Yes, of course.

God, what was she even doing right now? 

“You’re right, Mariano. Thank you,” She sniffled weakly before standing. “Now… If you’ll excuse me, I have to go finish my rounds.” 

The boy looked confused, but nodded and Isa left without another word. 

She was so, so very tired of holding on. 

She still had to, though. Even if she had to tie the ropes around her wrists, she was going to trudge through this , keeping everything deep, deep down and be perfect because that was what the village and the family needed. 

Isa eventually finished her rounds, even goin around the village twice, when she saw Dolores clutching her skirt and running towards her at full speed. 

“Isa! Isa! It’s your mamá!” 

Blood drained from the older girl’s face, as she ran to meet with her cousin. 

“Dolores, que le pasa a Mamá?” Isa hurriedly asked, feeling thorns crawl up her skin. 

“S-she keeps calling for you– Keeps calling your name. I came to get you as fast I could– Buenos dias, it’s so loud ,” she said that last part to herself, covering her ears and shaking her head. Isa gave her cousin a quick squeeze for both of their comfort before springing back to Casita, ignoring the curious looks and hot tears streaming down her face. 

She practically busted down the doors of the house, ignoring everyone calling her name as she ran with all her might, Casita helping along, to her mother’s room.  

The light of her door flickered so strongly.

“Isa! Isabella! The verbena!” Her mother cried, her voice hoarse, blood dripping from her mouth, bringing Isa’s rage to a halt. The twelve year old stood frozen in the doorway a moment, trying her best not to gawk or turn over sick at the sight and smells before her. 

“M-mami, I’m right here. I’m right here Mami,” She said, pulling her feet off the ground and slowly making her way to her bed. Julieta’s eyes shot open wide, looking at her daughter. A putrid shade of yellow had almost overwhelmed her beautiful dark brown eyes. She shakily opened her hand towards her daughter, and Isa grabbed it instantly.  

A begonia tuberosa summoned instinctively around their hands.

Julieta smiled a little. 

“Mi Isa, mi hermosa flor, you are here,” She squeezed Isa’s hand, which trembled.

“What do you need, mami? I’m right here, I’ll do anything– just tell me, Mami,” She kneeled by the bed. 

“Do… do you remember the flower, Verbena? Little pink flowers? Wore them at your first communion,’ She shivered. 

“I-i… I don’t remember anything, Mami. It’s been so long since you taught me.” 

Julieta’s smile grew softer, as she lifted her other arm to Isa’s face, tucking her hair back. “I-i know, mi flor. I miss you… I miss you so much.” 

Isa’s tears increased tenfold, as she all but collapsed weeping onto her mother’s bed. Julieta held her carefully, stroking her hair with a sweaty hand. 

“Mi bebé… You used to be so small,” Julieta chuckled a little. “You still are small, but you are full of big worries. I’m so sorry, mi flor.”

“Don’t be sorry M-mami,” Isa sat up and wiped her eyes, guilt filling every inch of her body. “It’s not your fault– I’m the one who doesn’t make time.” 

Julieta chilled once again. “Isa, bebé, I-i don’t know how long I have. I-i keep forgetting, I keep… seeing things, i-its getting worse. I hate to ask you mi flor, you are so young, but i need you to help me, okay? I need you to read the red book with white letters. It has the Verbena. A-ask Abuela to make tea. It should help, if I remember correctly,” 

Isa nodded seriously, wiping the tears off her face. “R-red book, white letters.” 

Julieta smiled. “You’re so beautiful, Isabella. Te quiero mucho, mucho.” 

“Yo también te amo, mamá,” Isa sniffled, forcing a smile. Julieta frowned at that. 

“I’m so sorry, Isa,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “I’m so sorry…” 

“Mami?” Isa shook her mama’s arm. “Mami, a-are you okay..?” 

No reply. 

Asleep once more. 

Isa curled up under her mother’s arm a moment, listening to her slow heartbeat and heavy breathing. She knew she couldn’t stay long– she had work to do (as seemed to be a pattern in her life…). This work was different though, it would do actual good– it could save her mamá! 

Isabella sprung up in an instant, running to her mama’s bookshelf, quickly scanning through for a red book with white letters. She began to scan the bookshelf when she heard the door creak behind her. 

“Isabella? Is Julieta alright?” Abuela Alma was at the door. Isa tensed, quickly wiping her face before turning over and nodding. 

“She remembered a flower that could help with yellow fever and since I don’t remember it she wants me to find it in her books so I can make it,” She said with a forced smile. 

“Always so helpful,” Alma smiled at her granddaughter. “What’s the title of the book?” 

“Mamá didn’t remember. She just said it was a red book with white letters,” Isa went back to her urgent scanning. Alma furrowed her eyebrows. 

“I don’t think Julieta owns a book like that,” She remarked, making her way towards the shelves. “And we already had Pepa scan through those whole books for something useful, if it had mentioned a cure, we would’ve noticed.”

Isabella started to feel sick. 

“I’m going to keep looking, just in case,” She determined, continuing to scan and pick up books. 

“Isabella, your mother is… unwell. Perhaps she gave the wrong description. Her mind is very sick, I think it would be better for the village if you helped with flowers, no?” Abuela tried to gently steer. 

“B-but… can’t I at least try to help Mamá? Surely my flowers are meant for more than to just look pretty,” Isa looked at the floor. 

The matriarch sighed. “All I know is that Pepa never found anything useful in those books of Julieta’s, and I don’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing. Besides, to help the village is to help Julieta. I'm sure when she feels better she'd appreciate it if the village was decorated with your lovely flowers.” 

Ouch. 

“ So you’re just giving up on her? Why? Isn’t she your daughter? She’s my Mamá– I have to do something! I can’t just stand here and look pretty. I might be the only one capable of actually saving her and you’re going to tell me I’m just wasting my time???” Isa’s mind screamed at Abuela, though Isa remained perfectly still. 

“...Can I at least go to the library?” She asked. 

Alma sighed. “It’s getting rather late, isn’t it? I don’t even know if Señor Sánches will even be there.” 

Isa could feel the dull beating of her heart in her chest, a heavy weight in her stomach. 

“I… please, Abuela?” She asked, looking her grandmother in the eyes. 

“No, Isabella. It is a fool's errand. I don’t want you getting your hopes up about a cure, we already tried that. Julieta is hallucinating again, or at least misremembering,” Abuela placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Isa looked at the ground and nodded solemnly. 

She really wanted to believe her mother was right, she really, really did. But… Abuela was right, Julieta didn’t own a book like that. Flipping through all of them revealed books on herbs, medicines, and diseases but the ones on yellow fever never claimed a cure and none of them mentioned the verbena.

“I’m gonna go to my room,” Isa said. Alma gave her a quick hug before Isa headed out, taking a moment to glance back at her mother. 

She looked horrible. 

Isa closed her eyes and went out to her room. 

Once she closed her door, she walked over to her bed, climbed onto the middle, and collapsed into sobs once again. Roses turned to blue orchids that bent over and mourned, and begonia tuberosa began  to grow and climb up the vines holding up her bed. If she were her tía, she could easily imagine the thunderstorm. 

God, this was just so… hopeless. Isa couldn’t do anything and yet she was still expected to do everything. She was expected to be perfect, to act like everything was okay for the village because the rest of her family was doing a whole lot worse at acting otherwise– especially Pepa and Papá. And what Abuela said! Goddddd what Abuela said made her blood boil. 

A fool’s errand. A fool’s errand to try and save her Mamá! Isa wished she had the courage to rebel against Alma and go to the library anyway, but alas, she didn’t. 

A fool’s errand. 

Her mama wouldn’t lie to her like that. 

A fool’s errand. 

Wait a minute… 

A fool’s… errand!

Mariano! 

She could write a message on a flower or write out a request on vines for him to go find the book for her! It would be hard, considering just how far away Casita was from his home, but she would at least try. It also didn’t help that she never attempted such a task, but Isa at least had to try. 

For Mamá. 

Focusing as hard as she could, Isa created a large pink petal with her magic, with the following note on it: 

“Mariano,

I need you to get a book from the library that’s red with white lettering. It’s for Mamá. 

Gracias!

-Isabella”

It was kind of hard to read and Isa had no idea how she expected it to get there, but she made her bed lift itself towards the sunroof, which opened with a wave of her hand, and hoping and praying and trying to use her gift as best she could, she sent it off with the breeze. 

She could only hope it would reach  Mariano– and that he’d be able to get it by tomorrow morning when she made her morning flower run. She needed to get this done asap, who knew how long her mamá really had left. 

Plus, her Mamá was counting on her. 

And Isabella Madrigal was going to be damned before she let her mamá down. 

#encanto #my fics #julieta madrigal #isabella madrigal #all the medicine #abuela alma madrigal #yellow fever #tw blood #tw yellow fever #tw jaundice #this chapter might be hot garbage but it's written and it's done #and hey!!! i'm not dead !!! #that has to count for something right? #godddd i'm so fucking tired and mentally ill #i promise the next chapter won't take several months #but ngl i could really use some words of encouragement to finish this #I know I know i shouldn't beg for that kind of stuff #but I'd really appreciate it #cha girl is not doing well

[spookysmujer]

His Girl pt.2 // Sad Eyes

Summary: Your relationship with Sad Eyes is now known but Spooky loves to mess with his little sister. A sweet and sultry end 🍒

warnings: mild swearing, s m u t 🥵 18+

word count: 2.4k

A/N: twice in one day, who is she? LOL a follow-up to His Girl. Spooky finding out about his little sister and right hand man being a thing! Who else has protective siblings? I hope to see more people write for Sad Eyes, such a stud muffin and we need more gifs. My next fic includes 🧊+ 🎰 with Spooky. Let’s just say what happens there? Stays there.

When you were in 8th grade and Spooky a freshmen, it gave you a little freedom, finally. It meant that you didn’t have to sneak around the hallways to wave to that boy you liked. But Spooky being Spooky had figured it out soon enough. Just as he had figured out now about you and Sad Eyes.

“Snitches get stitches!”

Is what you said that night you found your brother and lover standing outside of your window before shutting it. You all but hoped that he would be a little understanding and give you shit for brief moment but that wasn’t the case. He gave you shit, shit like you were a teenager again.

“What made you think I wouldn’t find out?” Oscar asks you as you sit in silence during breakfast. Cesar has kept his head down the whole time.

You play with the food on your plate, ignoring the comments your big brother has been making since you woke up. This must be hell I’m in? You ponder.

“Didn’t seem to have a clue for the last 3 months..” You say under your breath, Oscar stares at you with a scowl.

When one of his homies mentioned that the summer had been going hard with all these rucas outta high school, someone commented how Sad Eyes was going soft and claimed a ruca before getting a real taste of summer vibes. When asked who, someone slipped ‘your sister’. Sad Eyes never felt holes burned so deep into his skull. When Spooky asked, he had no words. There was rage of course, but if anyone were to date his little sister, who better than is right hand.

But of course, being Spooky, he couldn’t resist giving you shit. Especially for hiding it from him.

“Hm.. well I hope you enjoyed it. No más.” He lights a cigarette, you look to him finally. Your mouth agape, “You heard me.”

“What... I-I’m not a kid!” You slam your hand on the table and he furrows your brows, telling you to calm down,” No, I won’t calm down! I get that you think me dating a Santo isn’t safe but you are my brother for fucksake. Everyone knows it!”

He laughs to himself at your outrage. Oscar continues to eat, you want to flip the table. The Diaz temper present in all 3 of you.

You push yourself away from the table and stomp out of the kitchen and into the your room, slamming the door.

You scroll through your contacts and call him, desperately hoping your brother hadn’t murdered him himself or send the other Santos on him. Despite a few attempts to get in contact, to no avail. Oscar is going to get it, he wants to give you hell? You were gonna give him hell.

It didn’t take long for Oscar to bring home a hyna. You sat in the living room one night when he enters with her.

“Hm, jumping back in the game quick?” You comment, sipping on a coffee. He glances at you briefly, as he pulls the girl through the house. He stops and sees Jasmine in the kitchen, she waves and the hyna gags. Egg salad.

“Um, maybe I’ll call you.” She pulls her hand back and exits the house. You are dying of laughter, the silent kind of laughter. Head tipped back and tears falling.

Oscar gives Jasmine a look and then turns to stand in front of me, “You serious?”

“Oscar, 1. Y/N, 1, bitch. You gonna learn real quick who ran this shit while you were gone. You fuck with my dick intake and I fuck with you hyna intake. Goodnight, mano.” You push past him to join Jas in the kitchen.

Your brother seethes in anger. If you two were in high school, he’d do as he use to and pull your ponytail to fight you on the ground. You have the scars to prove all the physical fights you got in.

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You and Oscar were petty with each other like old times. He couldn’t help it but he has bigger fish to fry now so he green light to Sad Eyes.

“Com’n, we’re going to pool.” Oscar tells you as you lay in your room, you roll your eyes but agree to because of the heat wave that rolled in.

You get changed and head to the pool with your two brothers.

It’s a nice day at the pool, perfect for tanning. You lay on your back, sunnies on.

“Hola mami.”

You hear a familiar voice, peer over your glasses and rest on your elbows, you see a shirtless Sad Eyes standing in front of you. He set his things down beside you nodding to your brother. Your brows furrow.

“Puto!”

Sad Eyes grabs his shoulder that you hit and laughs. He knew that meant that you understood exactly what that head nod meant. No phone call or texts, Oscar reminding you for the past couple days who runs the ship now, all the shit you’ve been given!

“You think you two are soooo funny, hm?” You can hear Oscar laughing in the pool. “Puto I fucking swear.”

Sad Eyes laughs a little more before kissing yourcheek, “Lo siento, mi amor. I had a couple runs I needed to do and he thought it would funny to just mess around with you. He gave me some hard shit for keeping us on the DL. But all in all he thinks it’s better than dating some pendejo.”

You roll your eyes, flipping over onto your stomach. His eyes go to your ass, sharply inhaling air. He missed his mujer.

“Too bad because it seems I am dating one.” You turn your head away. “You realize because you think this is so funny that you get it twice as bad, right? So your 3 days times 2... 6. 6 days you’ll spend being ignored by me. And my kitty and my mouth.”

He laughs at you pettiness. You hear the sunscreen bottle cap and turn to see him rubbing the lotion on his tan skin. The devil in you is forcing you to watch. You can’t look away.

“Need more?” He asks you. You shrug and move your hair over your shoulder. Sad Eyes takes some in hand and rubs them together. His hands smear the lotion on your backside, massaging it into you skin. Oh man, you haven’t felt his hands on you in days.

No! Don’t fall for this!

It’s when his hands move over your ass that you jump. He lets out a breathy laugh and massages for a second before removing his hands.

“Brave.” You comment.

“Yearning.” He slaps your ass and you squeal, looking towards the pool to see Oscar distracted.

After needing to ask God to control your body before jumping his bones right there, you and your brothers head home and get things going for the weekly Santo gathering.

“So he really doesn’t care?” You ask Sad Eyes as he sits against the headboard of your bed, smoking a blunt. He nods as he watches you get dressed.

“The black one.” He says as you look between two blouses. You hold it against your chest and licks his lips. “Hm.”

You set it down and untie your robe, letting it fall from your shoulders. You can hear the moment Sad Eyes loses his breath. Your black lace thong and matching bra clinging to you body so perfectly. He feel himself strain against his shorts.

“New set, like it?” You turn and let him see your ass. His eyes does all the speaking. “Too bad we got this party tonight.”

He stalks over to you as you stand in front of your body mirror. Towering behind you, he steps extra close to you, “I don’t know, mami. Heard that shit is going to be lame.”

You restrain your grin as he pulls your back against his chest, hands on your hip. Your push your ass into groin area and he groans into your ear. His breath hitting your neck as you watch him loosen him.

“Hmm, I don’t know. My mans pissed me off and I wanna show him what he missing.”

“Fuck him.” He pushes his hands down your thighs, using his knee to hit your legs apart. You feel a tingle hit your core immediately.

Sad Eyes steps back and pulls his shirt off and sits on your bed. You give up, once that damn shirt is off there is no resistance. You walk over to him and straddle his lap, feeling his broad shoulders and pushing him down. He watches you with complete lust in his eyes. Those 3 days away from his bebe has been torture.

“You really pissed me off you know, not giving me a heads up about your run. I thought my brother literally killed you.” You push his hands up from where they were resting and hold them above his head. He bites his bottom lip as your boobs hover over his face.

“Forgive me, mami. Lemme make it up to you.”

He lifts his head to plant kisses on your chest, licking your cleavage and earning an involuntary moan from you. He smirks at this and takes the opportunity to overpower you and flip you two over. He sits on his knees and kisses your torso, slowly. Inching down closer and closer to where you want him most. You watch as he does so, his eyes locked on yours.

Your hips can’t help but squirm, yearning for friction. The man is a complete tease and loves to see you whine for his touch. His breath hits against your inner thighs followed by longing kisses.

“Stop teasing,” You close your legs to trap his head which makes you smirk. He pulls your panties down and tosses them over his shoulder. He listens to you and dives right in. His tongue hot in pursuit on your clit.

The moment he makes contact, your back arches off the bed. You grab a pillow and hold it over your face to suppress the moan that you have no control over coming out. Sad Eyes pushes your legs up at the base of your ass to have nice view and space to put in work. His tongue is lathering your sensitive bud as well as teasing your entrance.

You moan and move, feeling the sensation build. God, how could you have stayed mad at him? He makes you come undone with his mouth, his touch, his body and even a just look most of the time. He set off new things you never felt, physically and emotionally. Though you two never formally spoke of being together nor did he openly claim you, you didn’t see end to being with him.

“Mhmmm,” He hums, sending vibrations through your core and nearly having you cross eyed.

You push yourself on your elbows to watch him. Eyes locked and nothing but sin staring back at you, “Fuck me already.” He licks one last swipe and comes up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand finds your hips to tell you move up. He taps your ass for you to move on your knees. Face down, ass up his favorite way to have you.

He pulls your ass to press against him. You can feel his erection and how bad he is about to give it to you, “Please, papi.” A hiss escapes you as he lands a smack on your ass. Then another. You finally feel his fingers spreading your arousal to prepare you for him. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock. For a minute, he pushes himself through your folds to get him slicked up too. This alone is enough to send you into oblivion.

You are growing impatient but before you can speak up he slides himself deep into you to the hilt. His impressive size stretching you, a burn starts but pleasure continues. You both groan as he stays in place to get you comfortable. Sad Eyes has you in his control and you are not complaining.

“So warm, all mine. Hm? Tell me.”

You gasp when he pulls your hair back as your skins slap together, “I-I’m yours, only yours, Papi.” He pulls your hair harder to get you to sit up. Your back is pressed against his chest, still getting pounded. He still has his grip on your hair, your cheek pressed against his. Sad Eyes grabs your face to turn you to look at him, his mouth covers yours and you kiss roughly. Tongues fighting for dominance.

The sensation that has been building up is nearing a release. Your moans sound in the room without your control as if he has a control on how your body reacts. Thankful for the music blasting outside and inside your room to muffle the sounds of you both slowly coming undone.

“Oh shiiiit, fuck.” He releases the grip on your hair and lets you fall forward, gripping your hips now and he is pounding into you relentlessly. He pulls out and strokes himself before pushing back into. He does so a few times before he started to pound you again. The pace picked up meant that he is close to release too. You’d be lying to say you were both about to cum together but you ride out your orgasm for him to reach his.

He reaches under you to rub your clit to help intensify your orgasm. And nearly instantly, your body convulses. The pleasure exploding inside you. You are gasping and releasing inhumane sounds from the bliss your body is feeling.

“Fuck.” He says as he pulls out just in time for his seed to spurt on your ass.

Fuck a workout, all you need is this. You’re trying to catch your breath as he gets off the bed and reaches for towel hanging to wipe the mess from you as you still lay with your ass in the air.

“I can’t move, help.” You laugh and he helps you. He pulls you flush against him, your orgasm has your legs weak. Kissing you while feeling your heated body.

“I’ll never get use to this, you know. Not just the fucking you senseless. Just being with you.” He holds your face in his hands. His eyes glint with adoration.

You blush and look away before puckering your lips for another kiss. He complies, “Mmm, good. I don’t wanna get use to it. I wanna have long days and nights with you. For a while.”

He smiles and nods in agreement, “Mi mujer.”

#oscar diaz #sad eyes x reader #sad eyes #on my block #on my block imagine #oscar diaz imagine #cesar diaz #oscar diaz x reader

[rohad93]

Moonlit Masquerade: Mother of the Bride Pt 3 (Final)

Luz hummed to herself as she hefted a large pot onto the counter and started cutting up the array of strange colored vegetables sitting nearby.

Since her mother was coming to dinner tonight she had decided to take up the cooking. She'd gotten pretty used to the food on the Isles and didn't even blink when something was served to her with extra limbs, eyes, or even if it was still alive; usually. It depended… especially after something had tried to eat her back once, but her mother required a gentler introduction to demon realm cuisine.

She was still very much worried about telling her mother exactly about her familial relationship with Eda, or rather, how she would react, but Amity had told her she just needed to open that door and deal with what was on the other side, or she was going to end up hurting Eda and her mother.

She was right of course; Amity usually was.

"What are you making?" A voice hummed in her ear and suddenly Amity was standing behind her, hands on her hips and chin on her shoulder as she looked at what Luz was cooking.

"I got steak from the human world for everyone to try with a side of mashed paintatoes and… I don't know what these are, some kind of vegetable mom bought the other day!" She grinned and Amity giggled.

"Have you had them before?" Amity asks cocking a brow.

"Yes, dere. I just don't know what they are, but they're good!" She smiled.

"Just checking…," Amity hums, kissing her cheek before she goes about making some tea.

"Did you talk to Ed and Em?" she asks Amity as she moves around the kitchen.

"Yes, and they promised me to behave while your mother was here," she assured her.

"Good, good... I really just need to worry about Mom and Lily then…"

"Lilith shouldn't be a problem… depending on Eda of course…" Amity smirked.

"Right… I'm just going to have to hope for the best on that front…," she mumbled, picking up the bright colored vegetables and suddenly remembered something she thought of late last night just before she had fallen asleep and had told herself to remember to tell Amity.

"Oh, hey!" She looked at her over her shoulder.

"Hmm?" Amity hummed as she spooned tea leaves into her cup.

"What do you think about an outdoor wedding?" she asked, making Amity turn to look at her.

"Outdoor?"

"Yeah, I had an idea last night, so I thought I'd see what you thought about it." Luz shrugged as she started slicing things. Amity set the kettle to boil and walked over to hop onto the counter next to her.

"You want to have it outdoors?" She cocked her head.

"Yeah, but not just anywhere outdoors..." she trailed off and Amity smirked, rolling her eyes.

"I'll bite, where do you want to have the wedding, querida?"

Luz set down the knife to stand in front of Amity, hands on either side of her on the counter.

“I want you to guess.” she grinned playfully.

“I couldn’t even begin to guess with you,” Amity laughed.

“I’m sure you could make some guesses, but why don’t we make it more interesting?” Luz asked, a playful glint in her eye

Amity cocked a brow but smirked back.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“How bout a little wager?”

“Alright, the stakes?”

“If you can figure out where I want to have the wedding by the time mami leaves tonight, I’ll let you decide on the wedding party’s clothes and pick out my clothes for that night,” she offered. That did interest Amity. She had full confidence in Luz’s ability to dress for the night without her input, but she also liked the idea of being able to dress her fiancée for the night herself, as well as what their friends would need to wear.

“And if I can’t figure it out?” She tilted her head. Luz leaned in to whisper with a grin.

“Costume themed wedding…”

Now that, more than her own reward, motivated Amity.

“We are not having a costume themed wedding.” She narrowed her eyes.

“Then you better figure it out, mi amor.” Luz dug a glyph out of one of her pouches and tapped it, a bright purple ring appeared in the air between them and she held her hand through it. “Deal?”

Amity hesitated a moment, she had no delusions that if she couldn’t figure it out that Luz absolutely would make their wedding costume themed.  

She liked a challenge though; especially one posed by Luz. She knew the woman better than anyone, and she was going to prove it.

She grabbed her hand in the ring.

“Deal”

“The everlasting oath is sealed,” Luz said and their hands glowed before the ring faded.  

“Somewhere outdoors hmm?” she hummed and Luz gave a nod. “I don't suppose you'll give me a hint...”

“Nope! You’re smart, you’ll figure it out… but if you don’t you’ll be marrying a werewolf on Halloween night.” Luz’s toothy grin threatened to split her face.

Oh hell no.

“I’m going to figure it out.” Amity’s eyes narrowed in determination. She was not going to marry Luz dressed as a werewolf, not if she could stop it.

Luz just giggled and leaned forward to peck her mouth.

"We'll see…," she sang before stepping back and going back to cutting up vegetables as the kettle began to whistle.

As if summoned by it, Lilith appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Afternoon, you two," she greeted as she walked over to the cabinet to get her own cup.

"Lily, just who I wanted to see!" Luz turned to the older witch, who cocked a brow at that.

"I need you to do a huge favor for me." Luz wiped her hands on her pants and set them on Lilith's shoulders, looking very serious.

"What do you need?" Lilith blinked.

"I need you to please, please, PLEASE, not fight with mom tonight," she begged.

"Edalyn starts it." Lilith frowned and from her place over at the counter, Amity snorted to herself but chose to make no mention of how the older woman sounded like a petulant child, that wouldn't help Luz.

"I know, but you're so much more mature and level-headed than mom," Luz laid it on thick as she could, and luckily for her Amity was faced away from them so Lilith couldn't see the auburn-haired witch roll her eyes, but Luz knew she was.

"You're right, of course, I will not rise to her bait, Luz," Lilith agreed and Luz grinned.

"Thank you," she sighed in relief before letting go and turning her attention back to the food sitting on the cutting board.

It was a few hours later that Luz left the house and walked around out back to the portal to pick up her mother.

Being summer, even though it was nearly seven it was still bright and sunny out as she walked through the woods and down the street to her mother’s house. She needed to tell her mother about Eda before they got there because that would be an awkward conversation to have in front of other people, depending on how her mother reacted.

She knocked on the front door and her mother appeared a moment later.

“Hola, Mami, are you ready to go?”

“I think so, Mija…,” she said, stepping out of the house and locking the door.

As they walked back down the street to the woods Luz took a deep breath.

“So, there’s something I should tell you…,” she started, unsure.

“What is it?” Camila looks at her as they walk through the woods.

“I’ve told you about Eda, and how she took care of me the last six years, well… she really looks at me as being her kid and she really filled the void those years and has become a second mother to me too…,” she finally said, watching her mother carefully.

“That’s... understandable,” she says and Luz blinks at that, surprised.

“Really?” she asks.

“Of course, Mija. You were a girl, and I… couldn’t be there for you. I’m glad someone was taking good care of you.” she smiled and Luz deflated with relief.

“I’m glad, I just didn’t want you to feel like I replaced you. I didn’t even mean to start calling her mom at first, but it just became more natural over time." Camila's smile fell at that. "It made not having you around less painful to deal with… ah, here we are!" Luz grinned, hopping up the steps to the door that certainly looked out of place, standing in the entryway to the old rickety shack in the middle of the woods, especially with it's large, glowing, yellow eye.

She opened it and Camila stared at the bright light.

"¡Vamos, Mami!" Luz stepped through the doorway and vanished. Camila took a breath and stepped through.

Luz was waiting for her on the other side of the door.

She found herself standing on a cliffside overlooking the ocean behind a strange-looking house.

"Welcome to The Owl House, situated on the edge of The Boiling Isles, in the lovely and scenic Demon realm!" Luz grinned, holding her hand up to the house. Of course, at that moment a ginormous griffin chose to fly overhead with a loud squawk and snapped up half a flock of birds in its mouth before it flew off. Camila’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened.

“AhAhaH… don’t mind that!” Luz chuckled nervously. “Come on, Mami!” She led her around to the front of the house.

“Hoot, your back, Luz!” Hooty stretched out of the door. “And you have a guessst.”

“This is Hooty, he’s a house demon so he's uh…, the house,” Luz told her mother as the house demon inched closer.

“Oh, um, hello.” Camila smiled a little unsure.    

“Hi! Hoot!” Hooty wriggled happily, staring, unblinkingly, at Camila.

"He's the house?" Camila questioned her daughter quietly.

"Yeah… don't think too hard about it," Luz said. "Let us in, Hooty."

The demons sunk back into the door and opened, allowing them to step inside.

Camila looked around the living room and all the strange things hanging on the walls, but among them was a wall of photos featuring the owl house’s inhabitants. Luz and Amity along with Lilith, King, and Eda over the years. Many were of course, of all of them and then just Luz and Amity, but there were just as many of Eda and Luz, shoved together and grinning in various settings, including in front of a large, on fire building and grinning wickedly like two people who had probably just committed arson. Camila frowned, turning away from them only for her eyes to land on four large, framed wanted posters hanging over the couch. One for ‘Lilith: The Traitor’, ‘Amity: The Plague’, ‘Luz: The Human’ and one that looked much older, for ‘Eda: The Owl Lady’.

Camila didn’t know what currency was used in the Isles, but that was a lot of zeros at the bottom of each poster. Luz saw what she was looking at and chuckled nervously.

“Those are old, it’s from the old regime!” Luz quickly said.

“I think it’s a pretty flattering likeness of you.” They both turned as Amity walked out of the kitchen chuckling. “Hello, Ms. Noceda.” Amity smiled.

“Ay, no, no, Cariño, just Camila.” She smiled and hugged Amity tightly before pulling back.

“You only say that cause you got a cool nickname…,” Luz pouted, crossing her arms. Amity chuckled.

“Querida…” Amity rolled her eyes.

“I mean, come on! ‘The human’?” Luz held her hands up at the poster, temporarily forgetting that her mother was standing there watching her complain about the moniker on her ‘wanted poster’. Until she was looking at her with narrowed eyes. “I mean… it’s… yeah, whatever…,” she huffed.

“Are you complaining about that again?” Lilith asked as she appeared from the kitchen.

“Says ‘The Traitor’,” Luz mumbled under her breath.

“Camila, this is Lilith Clawthorne,” Amity introduced.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luz has talked about you highly and often.” She smiled as she shook the human’s hand.

“It’s lovely to meet you too.” Camila smiled as she looked over the tall, dark-haired woman with mismatched eyes and a streak of gray in her long hair.

“Shouldn’t you get Eda?” Amity turned to Luz.

“Oh, right!” Luz trotted over to the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, Mom!” she shouted, making the other three women flinch, though, Camila for very different reasons than Amity and Lilith.

“What!?” A disembodied voice called from upstairs.

“Come down, Mami is here!”

There was some thumping indicating the approaching woman. Camila’s hand clenched at her side as the thumping continued until at last, Eda appeared on the stairs, blinking her also, dual-colored eyes at the people in the living room.

Amity decided to make this a little less awkward for Luz and the two older women by stepping in before she could say anything.

“And this is Edalyn Clawthorne.”

“Eda, The Owl lady!” Eda exclaimed with a grin. “Nice to meetcha, Kid’s told us a lot,” she said as Camila looked over the gray-haired witch with a sharp gold tooth poking out of her grinning mouth. Hearing Luz call another woman ‘mom’ stung her in a way she didn’t expect, but she swallowed it in favor of the gratitude she did feel for this woman for taking care of her daughter the past six years.

“Thank you for taking care of Luz all this time.” she smiled, and it must have been convincing enough for Luz and Eda both. Because they both grinned in a scarily similar way that stabbed at Camilla, especially as Eda threw an arm around Luz and tugged her in close.

“Ah! Don’t mention it. It didn’t take long for the kid to grow on me… like a fungus.” Eda ruffled the Latinas hair affectionately, making Luz chuckle.

Camila smiled, though if anyone noticed how strained it was they said nothing.

“Why is everyone shouting!” A tiny voice roared and then King was stomping down the stairs, glaring at them as he came to stand in front of them. “I was napping!”

“Sorry, King. Mami, this is King, The king of demons. Isn’t he the cutest?” she grinned as the tiny demon glared.

“I am not cute!” He stomped.

“You’re an adorable little tyrant,” Eda chuckled, picking him up, making him squeal with rage.

“I gotta go check on dinner,” Luz said, glancing at Amity who smiled, letting her know she had this. Luz disappeared into the kitchen.

“Why don’t we sit while we wait for our other guests?” Lilith gestured to the couch.

“Luz told me you taught her magic?” Camila looked at Eda, hands in her lap as they sat.

“Oh, yeah, at first, but then the kid got pretty good at teaching herself, and then she was teaching us,” Eda snorted, nudging her sister, who nodded.

“Luz is a master of glyph magic, the ancient form of magic our ancestors used before we evolved to do it naturally. She’s taught us, but I doubt we’ll ever be as proficient as her,” Lilith explained.

“Kid works hard, and is pretty powerful,” Eda agreed. “She didn’t get that poster for nothing!” Eda grinned proudly, gesturing to Luz’s wanted poster hanging next to hers over the couch like it was a trophy Luz had won.

Camila pursed her lips. She was certainly glad that Luz seemed to be so talented at something, but she certainly could have done without the being a wanted criminal part.  

“Those became invalidated when the Emperor was defeated,” Amity told her. “Luz is considered a hero here on the Isles.” Amity smiled.

“As are you,” Lilith smirked and Amity flushed as Camila’s gaze turned to her.

“I’m really not…,” she started.

“Yes, she is!” Luz shouted from the kitchen. “Lily, tell Mami about how bad-ass she was in the battle at the knee!”

Eda snorted and Lilith grinned as Amity flushed.

“Amity was kind enough to tell me about Luz’s battles but never mentioned any of her own,” Camila said, looking interested and doing her best not to look at Eda.

“It was nothing much…” Amity tried but Eda laughed.

“You call taking out a whole squadron of the Emperor’s goons while carrying an injured Luz on your back nothing?”

Camila looked at her wide-eyed and she flushed darker.

“It really wasn’t a big deal…,” she tries to say, but then Luz is yelling from the kitchen again.

“She’s a pretty liar! Tell her Lily!”

Lilith chuckled and Amity scowled in the direction of Luz’s voice.

“Well, we had a rebel base on the knee, a cold region in the south of the Isles…,” The elder Clawthorne starts.

Another explosion rocked the base, sending debris flying through the air. Smoke is billowing from somewhere and everyone is screaming as spells fly through the air and loyalists are pouring through one of the holes they managed to create in their walls, even as rebel witches shoot fire and lightning spells at them from the battlements while abominations and beasts, with their handlers, try to push them back.

Amity is flying just above the ground, desperately searching the sudden battlefield for a familiar figure in a dark blue cloak.

The 19-year-old had been patrolling the perimeter of the walls when a sudden bright, fiery light had shot through the woods from three different angles, bombarding the barrier around the base until it had fallen and three final blasts had shot huge openings in their defenses. Loyalists had then rushed from the cover of the forest to lay siege to the base.

She shot several spells down at them as they bottlenecked in the openings, catching them by surprise as she flew over, but their surprise didn’t last long as spells started to fly back at her. She managed to dodge the blazing projectiles flying at her through the air before she flew over the wall, out of their range, and into the relatively safer area inside the walls where their forces were already rushing to meet the encroaching enemy, but they were pouring in from multiple places and the number of witches stationed on the knee was hardly their largest force, they assumed this high up on the mountain, with all the natural fortifications as well as the magical ones, that this place would be the most protected and thus require the smallest force to protect, but it seemed the Emperor had sent and an entire legion to take out the base. He must have known they were here, but how?

How had such a force managed to bypass all their detection spells in the woods?

Amity scowled to herself as she dropped to the ground and raced across the grounds on foot, drawing circles and raising abominations in her wake to fight off any enemies nearby as she tore through the ones in her path with her staff.

'Where are you?!' she thought desperately, gold eyes flickering everywhere. Luz and Lilith had been having a meeting with the base commander before bedlam had erupted, and knowing her girlfriend, she was now somewhere in the middle of it all.

Somewhere in front of her vines erupted from the ground, grabbing up several white-cloaked invaders and flung them with a sickening crack against one of the walls.

Willow!

Amity rushed toward the plants, only just dodging a blast of fire as an emperors coven witch appeared at her side, too close to cast a spell Amity swung her staff, clobbering him the head with it, they stumbled and she followed up with two more mighty swings, something crunched and gave way under her blow as the witch crumpled do the ground in a heap, screaming in agony, but she didn’t have time for that.

She turned and sprinted toward Willow, who she could now see, eyes glowing green as she flung and impaled as many white-cloaked invaders on her vines as possible, green cloak, flung off her shoulders.

“Where’s Luz!?” she yelled over the din of fighting around them.

“She was in front of the keep with the commander and Lilith!” Willow shouts at her before she scowls and flings a sharp, thorn-tipped vine at Amity, who ducks and the vine smacks into two witches behind her, flinging them into another building and leaving a splatter of blood smeared across the ground.

“Thanks,” Amity sighs, grip on her staff tightening, they’re everywhere.

“Got your back!” Willow nods. “Go find Luz!” Amity nods and is running past her toward the keep where smoke is billowing up in a large cloud. There’s a blue glow and then cyan fire is blazing across the ground, engulfing a group of white cloaks in their flames, the screaming is cacophonous in her ears on top of the constant explosions and yelling in every direction. Lilith is standing back to back with a tall male witch in front of the keeps large wooden doors, glowing staff in one hand and glyph card in the other, lips pulled back in a snarl.

She sees Amity and knows what she’s looking for.

“She was over there!” she jerks her head in the direction of a sudden explosion that sends dirt and chunks of stone flying through the air, making the ground tremble under their feet.

“Damnit!” Amity runs and jumps on her staff mid-step, flying toward the cloud of dirt in the air. She flings out a gust of winds that clears away the cloud and sends a few witches rolling across the ground. Bits of the wall are laying everywhere in huge chunks of crumbling stone, and laying on the ground, partially obscured by one, she sees a tell-tale dark blue cloak.

“Luz!” Amity jumps from the staff to kneel beside the human who is laying on the ground, staff in hand, and gritting her teeth. Blood is running down her face from somewhere in her hairline, but that is the least of their problems as fighting rages around them.

A chunk of the wall is laying on her left leg. She must have been hit in the initial breakthrough, but the glowing of her staff and the glyph cards clenched in her other hand, as well as the white-cloaked bodies laying around her motionless, says that she’s been fighting from the ground since the battle started. An abomination rises from the ground and carefully lifts the block of stone off her leg and chunks it into a group of invaders.

Luz groans painfully as it is lifted away.

Amity carefully helps her sits her up but then Luz is pushing her away.

“No, you need to get out of here!”

‘“What?!” Amity stared at her with wide eyes.

“There’s too many, you need to go!” Luz shoves her away. “My leg is broken, I’m not gonna make it out of here, but you can!” she glances over Amity’s shoulder and scowls, throwing up a fire glyph and her staff glows, concentrating the fire into a thick stream, that sets one of the two approaching white cloaks ablaze, her abomination quickly smothers the other, distracted one in its gelatinous body. “Go!” Luz yells at her and Amity scowls back.

“I am not leaving without you!” she screams back and spells both their staffs away before she grabs both of Luz’s arms and pulls the struggling girl forward, hefting her onto her shoulder.

“Amity, please!” Luz is screaming in her ear, partially in pain as her leg is jostled with the movement but mostly anger and fear as Amity stubbornly lifts them both, grunting under the exertion. Luz, for someone who looks so thin and light, is actually solid, lean, muscle; heavy.

“No!” She stands and her knees threaten to buckle but she wills them with all she has to stay strong and they do.

The Emperor’s forces are pushing further into the compound and theirs are beginning to retreat, back toward the keep, where a secret underground tunnel leads out under the mountain, but as they retreat, they have left Amity and Luz stranded on one side, a platoon of white cloaks standing between them and the entrance to the keep.

Amity grits her teeth and draws a circle and two abominations rise from the ground, shielding them from the bursts of magic being fired at them and slowly makes her way forward toward the door to the keep where a group of rebels is keeping them at bay as everyone rushes through the door to escape, but she’s going to have to make it there first.

It doesn’t take long for the group to notice her, she and Luz have become infamous, and two of the most wanted witches in all the Boiling Isles, her half green, half auburn hair is like a beacon in the daylight.

“Amity… please,” Luz whimpers, but her struggling has ceased. She already knows that she can’t stop her.

Amity ignores her, concentrating on the enemy witches rushing towards them and spins a circle, an abomination fist shoots from the ground and sends a few flying but the rest jump out of the way and begin to cast spells at them. A stray shot sends dirt and rock flying into the air and into Amity’s eyes. She hisses, clenching her eyes against the debris, and wills her other abomination forth and it shoots forward, swinging at the enemy and sends one flying before wrapping its gooey hands around another’s head, quickly suffocating them as they inhale abomination goo. She blinks away the dirt and turns back to them and rapidly draws circle after circle, sending blasts of fire, ice, and lightning into the group. They scatter, flinging back their own spells. One explodes at her feet and sends them rolling across the ground.

There's a piercing high pitched ringing in Amity’s ears as she rolls across the ground before finally coming to a stop, everything else is muffled but as sound returns, she can clearly hear luz’s scream of pain as she rolled around on her broken leg.

She quickly scrambles to her feet and is at her side, pulling her up, but Luz is pushing her away, tears welling up in her eyes as she sees the blood now running down the side of Amity’s face and the screaming pain in her left leg.

“Amity, please, just go! You’re going to die trying to save us both!” she pleads.

“Then I’ll die trying!” Amity snaps back, digging her fingers into Luz’s arms painfully and hauling her back over her shoulder against her protests. She struggles to lift herself from her knees. Exhaustion is nipping at her heels from all the magic she’s expended along with Luz’s dead weight on her shoulder, but she manages to force herself to her feet.

She meant it, Amity would rather die here than leave Luz behind to do so for certain, or worse; leaving her was never an option.

There are still four white cloaks standing between them and their escape. Amity pants, stumbling a little as she shakily draws three more spell circles and three abominations rise. She digs into one of her pockets and throws whatever glyphs she has to their backs before willing them forward and when they meet the four witches blocking their way there is an explosion of ice and vines that impale them with nightmare-inducing screams and squelching sounds as blood splatters across the ground in a grotesque mosaic that will haunt Amity’s dreams for years to come. Amity moves forward as quickly as Luz’s weight and her growing fatigue allows, making it past the group of rebels defending the entrance to the keep. They are the last to make it through before a large force of loyalists is rushing toward them.

Everyone else still fighting is now on their own as the rebels retreat inside and with a final joint spell, collapse the stone entryway behind them before they make their escape through the tunnels.  

“We lost a number of good fighters that day, along with the knee…” Lilith frowns, she remembers every battle she fought in with striking clarity that still haunted her dreams at times.

Camila is looking wide-eyed at a bright red Amity, while Luz smiles at her adoringly, having returned from the kitchen halfway through the story, she had told Lilith and Eda many times since then.  

“That… is a story…,” Is all Camila can think to say in response. Amity strikes her as a serious young woman, but not some fierce fighter, yet the way everyone, especially Luz is looking at her tells her that it must be true.

“And when we got out, she shot a Slitherbeast and egged it into attacking the loyalists following us!” Luz unhelpfully added.

Before she can say more, there's a knock on the door, and Amity sighs in relief.

“Thank the Titan…,” she mumbled as Luz got up to answer it.

“Hey!” A chorus of voices sound and Luz grins, stepping aside.

“Hey guys, come on in!”

Gus, Willow, Viney, and the Blight twins pile into the house.

“Guys, come meet my Mami.” Luz grins, hopping over as her mother stands to meet the new group of young witches. “Camila Noceda,” Luz introduces her to the group. “This is Willow and Gus, mine and Amity’s friends.

“Nice to meet you!’ Willow smiles at her.

“You came from the human realm right?” Gus asks, the 19-year-old bounced excitedly as the prospect, being one of Luz’s closest friends, he was considered the foremost expert on humans in the Isles. Though Luz was a bit of an outlier.

“Later, Gus,” Luz chuckled.

“Oh, right, right!” He nodded. “Pleasure to meet you.” He smiled.

“And this is Viney.” she pointed to the older witch, still sporting her signature fishhook earring.

“Hey!”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all.” Camila smiled at the three young adults.

“What about us?” Edric butted in with a grin and Amity rolled her eyes at him and that stupid mustache he was still sporting, in fact, he’d waxed it to curl up at the ends, he was doing this on purpose. She was going to kill him

“Camila, these are my older brother and sister, Edric and Emira Blight.” Amity held a hand out to the twins.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” She shook both their hands.

“The pleasure is ours.” Edric smiled.

“Yeah, anyone who can raise someone that can put up with Mittens all this time must be a real stand-up.” Emira grinned and Amity glared daggers at her sister.

“Amity is a lovely girl,” Camila said.

“See?” Edric said with a shit-eating grin directed at his younger sister, who scowled.

“We were just telling Mami about the battle at the knee,” Luz tells them and the young witch’s grimace.

“I’m not mad I missed that one.” Gus frowned. He’d heard plenty after when they had all returned to their main encampment, bloodied and haggard.

Willow nods, thinking about it, and the twins frown. When the Blight family had sided with the emperor in the beginning they had stayed, working as an inside source of information rather than fighting publicly for the rebels. They still felt guilty whenever they heard the stories about Amity’s battles, even if their information had been invaluable in the first year of fighting.

The kitchen timer started chiming and Luz looked over her shoulder.

“Food’s done!’ She grinned.

‘Food!” King screeched and clamored out of Eda’s arms to the ground before taking off into the kitchen.

‘Well, let’s eat!” Eda grinned as they all followed.

Dinner is, as it always is at the owl house when they all get together on Sunday night, loud, raucous, and most importantly; fun.

People yell and talk wildly over each other and palismans run amuck across the counters, quickly forgetting they're supposed to be on their best behavior for their new human guest, or at least the two sets of siblings do. Ed and Em tease Amity mercilessly, they’ve long given up on embarrassing Luz, who always rolls with their jokes, no matter how… inappropriate, at least, for dinner with her mother. Eda and Lilith get into a quickly, thankfully, resolved good fight, that involved a spoonful of mashed paintatoes and a steak slapping the elder Clawtorne in the face before King snagged it off the floor and started gnawing on it.

Gus and Willow talk animatedly with Camila who is charmed by the two sweet young adult witches. She can see why they and Luz are such good friends, as well as Viney, who tells her some of the intricacies of running a beast farm. Her daughter's future in-laws are charming as they are sly troublemakers, it’s the liveliest meal she’d had since Luz lived at home, but she can’t help but glance occasionally at Luz, who’s sitting across from her with Amity on one side and Eda on the other.

The older witch ruffles Luz's hair and cackles at something, making the younger woman grin and laugh too, and she shouldn’t feel this way, she knows, but it stabs at her heart that Luz looks at and calls her ‘mom’, that she's the one who has been raising Luz the last six years. She’d been there for so many important moments in her life, while she herself was going through the motions of her daily life for the past six years without her baby, trying to live through that heartbreak, wondering just what happened to Luz.

Eda snorts and pokes Luz in the cheek, which she slaps away with a grin and says something Camila can’t hear but it makes the older witch laugh.

She looks away.

Half listening to the conversation Lilith is having with Willow about a plant she has that is dying for some inexplicable reason and asks the younger witch if she might be able to nurse it back to health. Willow agrees to look at it after dinner.

Camila focuses on these delightful friends her daughter has made here in the Isles, something she was never able to accomplish back in the human world.  

“I’m so glad you’ve made such good friends, Mija.” Camila smiled at her daughter, drawing her attention, and Luz grins.

“They’re the best!” Luz agrees and Gus waves a bashful hand and Willow and Viney grin.

“The little free-loader has a way of attracting people.” Eda agreed with a grin, and Camila’s smile tightened as she looked at the witch. Her chest makes another painful thud and she needs a minute.

“Mija, where’s the bathroom?”

“Oh, upstairs, first door on the right,” she says and Camila excuses herself. Once she’s gone Luz turns back to the table.  

“I want the record to show that Amity and I buy groceries, and do chores and cooking the same as you and Lilith.”

“Yeah, but you don’t pay rent,” Eda smirked.

“You’ve never asked for any!” she throws up her hands and Eda cackles.

“But, while we’re on the subject…,” Amity started, giving Luz a meaningful look from her place next to her.

“Oh, right.” she nodded, sitting up a little straighter, drawing everyone’s attention. “I guess now is a good time to tell you then that Amity and I have been talking and…,” she hesitated now that Eda was looking at her curiously. “Well, Amity and I are going to be married soon so… we just figured… we, uh...” she taps her fingers nervously on the table. Amity lays a hand on her leg under the table.

“Luz and I are moving out,” Amity finished for her struggling fiancée.

“What?!” Lilith and Eda shouted. King is staring wide-eyed at her, the steak hanging out of his mouth falls back onto his plate. The rest of the group is looking at them just as surprised.

“Not till after the wedding!” she quickly assured them. “But… yeah… the time’s been coming for a while, and since we’re getting married and starting the next part of our lives… that time is now,” Luz said, starting to sound more confident as she looks at Eda. They had discussed this at length and agreed it was time. She and Amity needed to do things on their own.

“Well, that’s…” Lilith is unsure what to say, but Eda does.

“Damn, Kid.” She frowns and the pain in her eyes is clear to everyone at the table.

“We won’t be going far.” Amity smiles at the sisters.

“Yeah! We couldn’t leave you two.” Luz grinned.

“They’d kill each other…” Viney leaned over to whisper to Emira, who laughed under her breath.  

“Are you moving to town?” Willow asks.

“Or to the council headquarters?” Gus guessed.

“Too far… and absolutely not!” Luz shook her hand at them, grimacing at the second suggestion as Amity smirked, rolling her eyes. “Do you see that over there?” she pointed.

They just happen to be sitting by the open windows and Luz is pointing at a section of the forest outside the house.

“The forest?” Willow blinks.

“You’re finally gonna live in the woods like the wild witch you are?” Edric asks with a laugh, delighted by the idea.

“What? No!” Luz frowns at her future brother-in-law.

“We’re going to build a house next door,” Amity explains, exasperated already by siblings tonight, but this is good for them, good enough anyway, so she lets it go. “Members of the construction coven kindly offered to build us a place at no cost, as thanks for things we did in the war… and while Luz and I don’t like to use that to get things, we figured, just this once, since a chunk of our current savings is going toward the wedding we’d take them up on the offer.”

“If you’re just going next door, why even bother going?” Eda frowns, brows furrowing between her eyes.

“We need our own space, where we can just be alone together, ” Luz tells her.  

“So you two just want to be loud when you…,” Emira starts with a smirk until she catches Amity’s glaring gaze that promises nothing good if she finishes that sentence and her mouth snaps shut. There’s rising tension in the air and now is not the time for her sibling’s patented form of shit.

“You have a bedroom!” Eda huffs.

“That can barely hold our stuff and us anymore! The two of us barely fit in the bed, and there’s no space to possibly put a bigger one,” Luz argued.    

“Luz, can’t you two…”

“It’s not up for debate!” Luz cuts off anything she’s about to say, much to everyone’s shock, most of all Eda’s. Luz takes a breath, straightening, and finds strength in Amity’s hand squeezing her leg, this hurts her too, but she and Amity agree, they need their own space to just be. “We love you both, but after the wedding, we're moving out,” she says with finality. The kitchen is oppressively quiet as everyone looks at each other, unsure what to do or say.

“Well, why wait, Why not just go now?!” Eda shouts as she stands from the table and stomps out of the room.

“Mom!” Luz calls but then the front door slams shut making everyone flinch. “Ugh…” Luz buried her face in her hands while Amity squeezed her leg comfortingly under the table and Willow reached over to pat her back.

“That was rough…” Viney grimaced.

“It could have gone better…,” Gus agrees.

“Coulda went worse though… right?” Edric asks, looking around, no one says anything.

Luz drug her hands down her face tiredly.

“Should I... go talk to her…?” she glanced around.  

“Just… give here some time…,” Lilith tells her gently, frowning. She also feels hurt at the impending loss of the young couple, but she understands where they’re coming from, they need their own space to be a married couple, one not shared by her, her sister, King, and Hooty.

They don’t notice the front door quietly opening and closing again.

Camila had only gone as far as the stairs when she’d overheard the conversation and stopped to listen and then saw Eda, scowling angrily to herself stomp out the front door. She hesitates for a long moment, considering, but feels pulled by the pain she saw on Eda’s face. One she is intimately familiar with. She follows quietly out the front door and looks around at the dark yard.

She doesn’t see the gray-haired witch.

“Hoot! If you’re looking for Eda she went thaaaat way!” Hooty stretched out of the door to point his face in the direction of the portal around the house.

“Gracias” Camila nods before walking around the side of the house. She spots the witch easily, sitting leaned against the side of the house, in front of the portal.

She hesitates a second before walking over quietly.

Eda glances up at the approaching steps and is surprised to see Camila standing there, but it’s not Luz or her sister, so she’s not particularly bothered, despite wanting to be alone.

“May I sit?” she asks quietly.

“Whatever floats your boat.” Eda shrugs, so Camila sits a few feet away, carefully folding her legs beneath her as she situates herself on the grass.

It’s grown dark and is quiet outside, away from the ruckus of all the young adults inside the house.

“Well, this sucks…,” Eda finally says, breaking the silence they’ve been sitting in for the last few minutes, drawing Camila’s eyes to her. “I didn’t expect that…,” she says slowly, frowning. “But I guess I should have…she’s not a kid anymore...”

‘No…,” Camila agrees and now it’s Eda’s turn to glance at the other woman sitting nearby.

“Ya know, I don’t really know how you must be feeling… but I know how I’d feel if Luz was suddenly gone from my life one day… I’d really miss the kid… well, ‘miss’ probably isn’t a strong enough word… I already miss her and she ain’t even moved out yet!” she threw up a hand. “So, I can’t imagine how you felt when she disappeared without a trace…,” Eda said, turning back to stare out at the dark ocean.

Camila’s fingers clench the fabric of her dress.

“Like there was a hole in my chest that couldn’t be filled…,” she says quietly after a moment. Eda grunts in acknowledgment.

“Sounds about right…,” she mumbles, which prompts Camila to speak again and she figures the only way to work through this is to air her grievances.

“I don’t know how I feel about you…,” she finally says and Eda turns to her, blinking. “You got the last six years of my baby’s life, I lost her and you got her… all the moments in her life that I didn’t get to be part of… but you took good care of her too when I couldn’t…” Camila clenched her fists as Eda watched her.

“I tried…” Eda finally says after a long moment of quiet, normally Eda couldn’t give a flying fig about most people’s feelings, but she thinks that she understands Camila, and Camila must understand her, at least in this, otherwise why the hell would she come out here? Like her, she’d kill or die for Luz, for her kid, the same kid as Camila would. “Tried not to get attached to the kid, but she’s damn good at worming her way into your heart…,” she huffs with a rueful grin and Camila can only agree with that. ��Told her I could never replace you, and I didn’t wanna try, and I’m not and I didn’t,” she leaned her head back against the house. “But Luz… filled this emptiness in my life I didn’t even know I had. Made every day better just by being around, I love that kid, and man do I wish she wasn’t going… even if it's just next door…,” she sighed.

Camila thinks hard about that, and she can just tell that Eda means it, loves Luz as much as she does, and while it still stings some, it lessens the pain by miles. What Luz said is true, no one tried or did take her place, and while Eda got the last six years, she didn’t get the first fourteen, that's something that can’t ever be taken away from her, and the rest of her daughter’s life is still stretched out in front of them, both of them.

“I suppose... we’ll both have to learn to deal with it as she keeps growing up…,” Camila finally says and Eda hums.

“Damn kids and growing up…,” Eda grumbled, frowning, and despite her still unsure feelings about her, Camila can’t help but chuckle at that. That’s a sentiment she can agree with. After a while, they both go back inside and everyone looks up.

“Mami? Where did you go?” Luz asks her mother as she walks back into the kitchen with Eda.

“I was talking to Eda,” she says simply.

“Did we miss dessert?” Eda sits back in her seat next to Luz.

“Um, no.” Amity shakes her head, uncertain about what has gone on.

“Good, I wanna enjoy every meal we have with you brats before you go,” Eda says.

“So, you’re… okay, with us moving out?” Luz asks cautiously and Eda sighs before smiling at her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, Kid. As you said, you aren’t going far, we’ll see you all the time!” She grins and the whole kitchen relaxes.

“And perhaps the two of us can finally sleep through the night again without being… awoken,” Lilith smirked as Luz and Amity turned red and the twins burst into choking laughter. Gus and Willow tried to hide their laughter behind their hands, but Viney wasn’t so inclined and slapped her leg, bent over wheezing.

Camila couldn’t help but snort behind her hand at that, that was something she was glad to have missed over the last few years.

Dinner continued on at a much lighter tone before it was time for Luz to take Camila back.

“So, what did you think of everyone?” Luz asks as they walk down the street to her childhood home.

“They were all lovely, Mija.” Camila smiled at her daughter who visibly relaxed. “It’s easy to see why you want to stay. Them and Amity.”

“Yeah… I wish you could be closer too though,” Luz tells her and Camila smiles, she knows she means it too.

“Maybe I’ll take some time off work and come stay for a few days when you have time and you can show me around, Eda wanted to show me some shop in this ‘Bonesburrough’ as well she said I would be interested in.”

“Eda did?” Luz questions, blinking at that and Camilla nods as they stop on the front porch.

“I’m glad you had her all this time, Mija.” Camila finally tells her and Luz smiles.

“Yeah, me too. I never stopped missing you though.” Luz tells her and Camila nods as she wraps her daughter in a tight hug.

“I know, Luz. Te quiero, bebe.”

“Yo también te quiero, Mami.”

Luz heads back to the demon world and finds Amity waiting for her, leaning against the side of the house.

“What are you doing out here?” she questions with a grin.

“Willow is helping Lilith with her plant and my brother and sister are still being annoying, but now Eda and Lilith are making fun of us with them,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“That sounds about right.” Luz chuckled, walking over to give her a quick kiss. “Good thing you’re here though, we have a matter to settle.” Luz grins and Amity blinks.

“We do?”

Luz nods and crosses her arms, looking at Amity challengingly.

“So, mi amor… did you figure out where I wanted to have the wedding?” Luz asks with a sly grin and Amity’s insides fill with ice. She had completely forgotten about their wager!

“Fuck!” she suddenly shouts and Luz blinks at her before bursting out laughing, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as Amity scowls. “You forgot, didn’t you?!” Luz laughs, clutching her stomach.

Amity covers her face with her hands, cursing to herself. She had totally forgotten.

“You know what that means don’t you?” Luz chuckles, wiping at her tears. “You get to marry a werewolf on Halloween under a blue moon…,” she sings, hopping up and down excitedly.

Amity groaned loudly into her hands.

Luz’s grin softened into a smile. As much as she’d like to win this little wager, and absolutely will collect if she does, she still can’t stand the idea of making Amity suffer through it without at least giving her a chance. She takes both her hands and gently pulls them away from her face.

“Ya know, Amor... tonight did get kinda crazy… how bout this, I’ll give you one guess right now, to try and figure it out, and if you guess right, no costume wedding, but you forfeit your prize, sound good to you?” Luz cocks her head.

There’s no way for her to win now, so the best Amity can hope for is to avoid the costume disaster that is looking to be their looming nuptials and break even.

“Okay, yes.” she nods quickly, and Luz chuckles

“So, Amity Blight! Where in The Boiling Isles would I like to become your wife?” She grins, and despite the desperateness on her part in this situation, Amity’s heart flutters wildly in her chest at Luz’s words. She does her best to stomp it down, she can be head over heels in love with Luz when she’s out of danger of marrying a werewolf in front of their closest friends and family on Halloween night.  

“I…” she stalls brain quickly thinking back to all the places on the Isles they’ve been that are outside and would mean enough to Luz for her to want them to get married there. There are many, all for varying reasons but none that immediately stick her as being the perfect place.  

She then spots Willow and Gus leaving the house, a sad, dying plant held in Willow’s hands. It’s once bright pink petals are wilted and dry, and the first thing that pops into her mind comes out of her mouth.

“Th- the grom tree!?” she guesses and Luz’s eyes widen as she stares back at her for a few long seconds and Amity bites her lip.

“Damn, you’re good!” Luz finally breaks into a grin and Amity blinks.

“Really? You want to get married under the grom tree?” she asks, and now that she’s said it aloud, of course that’s where Luz would want to get married.

“Yeah!” She smiled. “This probably sounds super corny,” she chuckled, scratching her cheek with a finger. “but I just thought… that was the first place we danced together and then it was where we said ‘I love you’ the first time… so I guess it just seemed… poetic, in a way, that we make this promise to each other there, where things kinda started and where we’ll be starting the rest of our lives together and all…” She’s blushing. It definitely sounds overly corny now that she says it out loud.

She looks up at Amity and blinks. Her fiancée is staring at her with wide gold eyes and an expression of awe on her face that makes her cheeks darken further.

“So…,” before she can think of anything else to say Amity’s arms wrap around her neck and she kisses her; hard.

She’s breathless when Amity finally sees fit to let her breathe again and releases her lips.

“Titan, I love you.” Are the first words out of her mouth when she’s caught her breath.

“You… like the idea?” Luz asks, a grin starting to pull at her lips.

“I love that idea.” Amity nods, squeezing her.  

“Great, let’s go tell everyone!”

They go back inside to break the news to the rest of their family about where they'll be getting married in a little over four months from now.

#Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Eda Clawthorne #Lilith Clawthorne #willow park #Gus Porter #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #Camila Noceda #Viney #Lumity #Moonlit masquerade #gay #fic #TOH #the owl house

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: Angel is pissed and Camila is worried 

Word count: 2.8k

***Wow, my ass actually posted on Wednesday and not 3 AM on Thursday morning  😂***

“So, how’s the garden, querida?”

Camila smiled and looked up at Bishop.

“It’s doing well. Flourishing. EZ and I planted a couple of new herbs and they’re starting to sprout. I may have full pumpkins by spring.”

The president nodded with a smile, as did Tranq who sat beside him at the bar as they watched Camila prepare their cups of coffee. Tranq’s voice rumbled as he spoke next.

“EZ and Angel say its beautiful back there.”

Camila’s smile was proud as she agreed.

“Not because it’s mine, but yeah it is. You guys should come by one day. Once it gets closer to spring, everything starts growing like crazy. Sometimes too fast for just me and the boys to eat. Whenever you want, you guys can come and pick some stuff.”

The men smiled warmly as Camila handed them their cups.

“We’ll be doing that soon then.”

Grabbing their mugs, they both stood from the bar and whistled, drawing the attention of the other members. Tranq nodded his head over towards el Templo, calling them.

“Let’s go.”

The scattered Mayans all stood and started making their way over, each stopping by the bar to grab their cup of coffee and take it in with them. Soon enough everything was quiet, and Camila began cleaning up, tossing the coffee covered spoon down into the sink. The metal clattered and over it, Camila heard a soft voice.

“Can I help?”

Turning around, she saw the redhead from the other day. A good handful of inches taller than Cam, and a more slender frame as well.

“Sure. Karlene, right?”

The girl's smile was wide and her already large, green eyes were wider as she nodded, quickly starting to help Cam clear the counter.

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, finally. I’ve heard Angel and EZ talking about you a lot. Gilly too.”

Camila laughed softly as they thought about her boys, a bashful smile on her lips as she started wiping down the counter.

“They talk a lot period. Nice to meet you too. I love your hair.”

Karlene beamed and grabbed a handful of it, looking over the color.

“It’s not my natural color. It’s usually a bright red but it’s fading. I haven’t found the motivation to touch it up. It’s so messy and time-consuming.”

Camila nodded, understanding her struggle.

“My cousin used to have her hair like that, but she was always getting the dye everywhere, so I used to do it for her. I know how much determination it takes to keep it up.”

The girls laughed together and Karlene paused, looking over Cam for a moment as she continued to clean. She liked her, Camila having been nice to her from the beginning and not treating her any different than she treated anyone else in the club. Karlene didn’t have many friends, any really, and she couldn’t help but feel like maybe Camila would be a good one to have.

“Maybe one of these days you can do it for me.”

Camila looked away from the counter and over to the sweetbutt, who suddenly rubbed at the back of her neck and started back peddling.

“You don’t have to of course. I know EZ said you’re busy with the garden and the bookstore and everything like that, so I get it if you don’t,”

“I’ll do it.”

Karlene smiled as Camila cut her off, her shoulders relaxing as she saw the warm look on Cam’s face.

“Ok, cool. Whenever you’re free, no rush or anything.”

“This Thursday will be fine.”

The girls fell quiet after that, finishing their cleaning before grabbing some juice and heading outside, waiting for the MC to finish up and for EZ to finish stocking the back room.

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“There she is.”

Camila looked away from her phone as she heard the door to the clubhouse open and the sound of Angel’s voice. She smiled immediately and stood from her seat on the steps, Angel’s arms opening for an embrace while Coco, Gilly, and EZ filed out behind him. Angel hugged her tightly, her lungs feeling a little restricted.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, Chiquita.”

Camila laughed and slipped out of his arms.

“It’s been three days, Angel.”

The group laughed as she hugged the rest of the boys before she got to EZ, last in line and wearing a grin.

“Hola, mami.”

EZ leaned down for a kiss while the others groaned and started to sit down at the outside table.

“Get a room.”

Karlene stood off to the side quietly, hands together as they hung in front of her before she waved at Camila.

“I’m gonna head back inside, sweep the floors.”

Camila turned away from EZ, her eyes following the new acquaintance who was already in the clubhouse before Camila could say anything. Looking back at EZ, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms instinctively wound themselves around her waist and he listened as she questioned him.

“How long has she been around?”

EZ looked back at the door and then returned his gaze to Cam.

“Like a week or so. Why?”

Shrugging, Camila looked over EZ’s hair, the length having grown a little, a slight start of a curl at the front.

“She just seems like she could use a friend.”

The Prospect nodded and maneuvered Camila’s arms off him so he could sit down beside the others, pulling her down to sit on his lap. He pulled her legs across his thighs and held his hand to her lower back, keeping her in place.

“I know she keeps more to herself. She just moved last month I think.”

Angel nodded from his seat across the way, lighting up a cigarette and speaking around it as it hung from his lips.

“Yeah, she came from Colorado or some shit. Got into trouble with an ex, had to escape him. She works over at that strip club now, you know the one with the purple walls in the bathroom and blue lights?”

When he finally lit the tip, he looked up to find everyone’s eyes on him.

“What?”

Camila laughed as she looked at him.

“You go there often?”

Angel took a drag and shook his head.

“I mean not often,”

“Just often enough to know the décor of the bathrooms.”

He lifted his middle finger up to Camila with a smirk while the rest chuckled, the laughter dying down until there were a few moments of silence while everyone enjoyed the soft breeze. It was broken by Coco.

“Thanks for the strawberries by the way. I took some to my sister. She really liked them.”

Camila smiled brightly as she looked at him, a small tilt of her head.

“I’m glad. I’ll let you know when more grow enough to be sweet. I didn’t know you had a sister.”

Coco nodded in agreement, a slight hesitation that Camila didn’t catch.

“Yeah, she’s young, still a teenager.”

“I’m sure you’re the best big brother.”

Coco didn’t respond after that, simply looking down and pulling out his own cigarette to light. In the pocket of his kutte, EZ’s phone began to vibrate and he pulled it out, eyes locking on the screen as Camila looked down at his phone. It was an innocent action. She wasn’t doing it to snoop or invade, she was just curious and looked over the screen from her angle, instinct from him pulling it out. Before he could swipe to silence the call, Camila caught those same initials again.

E.T.

She remembered them from the other day when his phone had rung as well, and her curiosity spiked some. EZ quickly stuffed the phone back into his kutte and looked up at her with a smile, his hand making its way back to the small of her back where he gently dragged his fingers back and forth. She shrugged it off then and turned away, her eyes landing on Angel now to tease him some more over his memorization of the strip club design. When she did though she found his eyes already on them, or more so on his brother, no trace of a smile there anymore. She gave a small half-smile and he quickly forced a fake one back at her, as if she didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell the difference. Try as he might to hide it, there was annoyance in his face and before she could ask if he was alright, he stood from his seat, motioning to the group.

“Let’s go. We got shit to catch up on.”

He left it and that and the two patches stood, following him through the yard to the bikes. Looking down, Camila pointed to them as they walked away.

“Don’t you have to go with them?”

EZ winced and nodded, wishing he could stay with her.

“Yeah, I do, but I’ll see you tonight when I get home ok?”

Camila’s smile soothed him some and he took a breath, grateful that she clearly hadn’t put two and two together about who was calling him. From the bikes, Coco called out.

“Come on, boy scout!”

EZ patted his hand on Camila’s bottom and she stood, as did he. She smoothed her hands over the front of his kutte and looked up at him.

“I’ll head home, start getting everything ready for dinner. What time do you think you’ll be back?”

EZ hesitated, not wanting to give a time and then be late, having her waiting up for him. The sharp whistle Angel gave to rush him made him curse and she shook his head.

“Let’s say 7?”

With a nod, Camila pushed up and left a kiss to his lips.

“See you at 7.”

EZ nodded and pulled away from her, jogging over to the bikes while Cam headed to her car. The three members were already on their bikes and strapped into the helmets when EZ got to them, Angel eyeing his baby brother.

“Was that who I think it was?”

EZ squinted in confusion and Angel scoffed.

“Don’t play dumb. On the phone.”

EZ understood then and was short in his response.

“Yeah.”

Angel nodded to himself, his displeasure clear on his face at the verification. EZ wanted to say something, try to explain but he had no time. Angel quickly started the bike, the deafening rumble ceasing any conversation. EZ sighed and quickly finished strapping his helmet before starting his own bike and pulling out behind the rest. He would talk to Angel later when they had time and privacy.

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Camila looked over at the clock again and sighed.

8:45PM

Her nerves were shot as she paced around the house. She had kept it warm until she realized that EZ was running more than just a little late.  She didn’t want to overcook it and had turned it off, opting to just reheat it when EZ came home in the next half hour. However, half an hour had turned into a full hour, then an hour and a half and now here she was, one hour and forty-five minutes of waiting and he still wasn’t home. She had called him a handful of times with no response, her calls simply going to voicemail. Her texts had gone unanswered as well and she was more than worried. After EZ had opened up some about the issue with KJ, Camila knew that there had to be more to the picture than EZ was letting on. The Feds didn’t simply give someone a reduced sentence from 35 years down to 8 without there being some valuable info they could get in exchange. What that info was, Camila wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that it could very easily be dangerous business and EZ not answering his phone was a sign for her to be worried. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but as a last resort, she figured she could try Angel. They had left together after all. Grabbing her phone from the counter, she unlocked it and clicked Angel’s name, holding the phone to her ear as it rang. He picked up on the third ring and Camila have a sigh of relief, thankful that at least he was ok.

“Hey, Cam.”  

“Hey, Angel. Sorry to bother you, I was just wondering when you guys would be finishing up. EZ said he’d be home around 7 for dinner and he hasn’t called to say he’d be late. I’ve been calling and he isn’t answering, and I was just worried.”

Camila gave a breathless laugh on her side of the phone, her nerves already feeling better now that she had heard Angel’s voice. Angel, however, was less than soothed, his jaw clenching as he sat on his couch, at home, alone. They had finished up with Adelita by 7:15 and had all gone their separate ways, EZ saying he would be heading home for dinner. Where the fuck he actually was, he didn’t know, but he did have a hunch. Remembering that Camila was still on the line, he suppressed a sigh.

“Yeah, we’re finishing up now. We just ran late. I’ll make sure he gets his ass home quick.”

Camila smiled, her shoulders relaxing.

“Gracias, Angel.”

He couldn’t hide his sigh this time and responded, his teeth still gritting together some.

“You’re welcome, Chiquita.”

They said their goodbyes and then Angel was immediately dialing Felipe’s number. If EZ wasn’t with him then he would start worrying about his safety. He was almost sure he would be there though; the father and youngest son having been spending more and more quality time together, excluding Angel. While it wasn’t something new, it still stung, and Angel didn’t bother with pleasantries when his father answered the phone.

“Hola, mijo.”

“Is EZ there with you?”

There was a slight pause before Felipe verified.

“Yes, we’re at the shop.”

Angel nodded on his end, more to himself as he knew that no one would see it. He couldn’t keep the edge from his voice as he replied.

“Yeah, well tell him to check his phone and go the fuck home so he can eat the dinner his girlfriend made for him.”

Felipe winced as Angel hung up and looked over at EZ who had his brows furrowed in confusion. Felipe placed the phone down and EZ spoke.

“What’s up?”

Felipe sighed and looked at the clock, pointing to it.

“Apparently you were supposed to be home for dinner.”

EZ’s eyes followed his father’s finger to the clock on the wall and he cursed, shooting up from his chair. He quickly dug around in his pockets for his phone and came up empty.

“Fuck.”

He had left his cell out in the bike while he was inside.

“I gotta go, pop.”

Felipe nodded and the two exchanged a quick embrace before EZ was jogging out of the carniceria and hopping on his bike, forgoing the helmet to make up whatever little bit of time he could. The wheels in his head were spinning a mile a minute as he thought about how he had fucked up. The fact that Angel called means that Cam had tried him plenty of times before calling Angel when she got no response. Things between him and Angel had started to feel different lately and EZ was sure that Angel was picking up some off vibes. EZ could only hope that Angel hadn’t used this as an opportunity to throw him under the bus.

He made it to Camila’s house in record time, grabbing his phone to check the time as he walked up to her house.

9:03 PM

EZ shook his head and took a deep breath, not knowing what he was going to walk into. Angel could’ve covered for him and Camila would be only slightly irritated at him being late, or Angel could’ve said the truth and Camila would be pissed, wondering where he had been for the last two hours. As he stood at the front door, waiting as she opened the door. She was in her usual loungewear, but the frown on her face was not usually there. He sighed heavily as he saw her and began apologizing immediately, just in case.

“I’m so sorry, mi corazón. I know I said I would be here by 7 and you cooked,”

Camila shook her head, her hands reaching out to take his face in her hands.

“I was just worried. You weren’t answering and I thought…I thought something had happened.”

EZ placed his hands over hers and smiled softly.

“I’m ok, baby.”

She nodded and laid a kiss on his chest before letting him go.

“Angel said that things ran late but you would be home soon, so I started heating everything back up.”

EZ internally let out a breath of relief as she pulled away and led him into the house. He followed behind her and locked up, knowing he was going to have to do some major ass-kissing for Angel in the days following.

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Proposal 💍

This one is for my babe, @cnco-much !! I really hope you like it bebecita! 😭❤️

Flashbacks are in italics.

Also if anyone wants to request anything feel free ☺️ I write fluff and angst 😂

Taglist: @ericks-mala-actitud (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist hmu 👀)

“Mami! Can I wear this one so I can match with papi?” You and Aaliyah were currently getting ready for the concert the boys were having in Miami. Richard had left earlier on in the day because he had rehearsals, so you and Aaliyah decided that you would both meet him there in time for the concert.

“Of course you can princess! I’ll wear mine too so we can all match!” Aaliyah’s face instantly lit up. Richard was wearing his half denim half camo pants so both you and Aaliyah were gonna wear your camo jackets.

Richard and you have been together for about 3 years now. It’s been a rollercoaster but you both managed to make it through every obstacle. Each time, coming out stronger than before. Aaliyah has also been a huge part of the relationship. From the minute you met her you knew that you both had an amazing bond.

“You ready to meet the other love of my life?” Richard said with a smirk on his gorgeous face as soon as you pulled up to his parents’ place. To say you were nervous would’ve been the understatement of the year. Aaliyah was the only person in his family who you hadn’t met yet. Her opinion of you would either make or break your relationship. Richard had noticed your anxious state and gently held your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

“Relax nena. She’ll love you just as much as I love you. No te preocupes.”

“I really hope so.” You said with a sigh. You both exited the car and slowly but surely made your way to the front door. Just as Richard was about to knock, the door flung open.

“Papi!” Aaliyah yelled and jumped onto Richard.

“Hola mi amor.” Richard said while holding her close in a tight embrace. You were just standing there, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs and staring down at the floor. Richard once again noticed your anxious state and grabbed your hand with his free one that wasn’t holding Aaliyah. You instantly looked up to see him softly smiling at you while Aaliyah was staring at you with a poker face. You had no idea what was going through her pretty little head.

“Princess, this is Y/N. Remember I told you that I wanted you to meet my friend who was very special to me?” The way Richard spoke to Aaliyah melted your heart. That was one of the things you admired most about him, how soft and loving he was to the people he cared so much about.

You were so caught up in admiring Richard that you almost didn’t notice the little girl flinging herself toward you. You instantly let go of Richard’s hand to hold her securely with both hands. She immediately wrapped her little arms around your neck to give you a hug.

“Hola Y/N! My papi talks about you all the time! He really likes you.” Aaliyah said with a cute little giggle. You felt you anxiousness begin to fade as you realized that you really had nothing to worry about, just as Richard had said.

“Well I would hope he does because I really like him too.” You said while giggling along with Aaliyah. Richard just looked at the both of you with all the admiration in the world.

“See I told you that you had nothing to worry about.” Richard said. You just gave him a little smile and refocused on Aaliyah.

“So you said that your papi talks about me all time.. what does he say about me?” You asked with a laugh. Aaliyah just laughed along with you ready to tell you all the cute things her papi said.

Because you and Aaliyah both had such a strong bond, it was quite easy for her to become comfortable around you. It is because of this comfort that she calls you mami. You remember the first time she called you mami. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

You, Richard and Aaliyah were all having a lazy day since Richard was finally home after being away for over a month. You and Richard were cuddled up on the couch while Aaliyah was right in front of you both playing with her kitchen set that Richard had bought her. She was pretending to make you lunch. You and Richard were just quietly talking, catching up on each other’s lives when it happened.

“Mami! Do you want fried chicken or chicken nuggets for lunch?” She asked while not even realizing what she had said. Both you and Richard had a look of pure shock written over your faces.

“What did you just say sweetheart?” You slowly asked, wanting to make sure you heard her right.

“I asked if you wanted fried chicken or chicken nuggets.” She said, patiently waiting for a response.

“No baby, what did you call her?” Richard finally spoke up. Aaliyah looked absolutely confused as to why you and Richard were acting so strange.

“I called her mami. Is she not my mami?” She asked. You instantly started to cry. It touched your heart that she thought of you as a mother figure. You didn’t know what else to do so you scooped her up in your arms and gave her a tight hug.

“Of course I’m your mami babygirl! I will always be your mami.” You said while tears were still running down your face.

You were snapped out of you little memory when Aaliyah spoke up.

“What did you say babygirl?” You asked not really hearing what she said as you were so deep in your thoughts.

“Why are you crying mami?” It was then you realized that you had started crying, thinking about that day.

“Oh it’s nothing mi amor. No te preocupes. Are you ready to go see papi and your tios perform?” You asked while grabbing picking up your purse and Aaliyah’s bag.

“Si!! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

When you both got there the boys were getting ready to go up on stage. Aaliyah ran up to Richard while you walked up to Ali to rest the bags down.

“She is the cutest thing in the world. When are you guys gonna make her a big sister?” Ali asked with a little laugh. You laughed along with her while responding, “When he puts a ring on this finger then you can ask me that question again.” Ali just looked at you with a big smirk that made you extremely confused.

“Two minutes boys. On stage in two minutes.” You heard someone yell. Richard then ran towards you with Aaliyah in his arms. He gently placed her down. “I have a surprise for you after the show so don’t run off before the end.” He said with a little wink and then gave you a quick hug and a kiss before scurrying back over to the rest of the boys. Once again Ali looked at you with a big smirk and you were left completely confused.

It was now the end of the show where the boys thank the fans and tell them goodnight, but that’s not what happened. Chris ran off stage towards you.

“Come on Y/N! It’s time for Richard’s surprise!” He said with a wink. He grabbed your hand and yanked you onto the stage. You were beyond nervous. You never did well infront of huge crowds. Chris led you to a single stool placed directly in the center of the stage and made you sit. He and the other boys then walked to the side of the stage, leaving you and Richard at the center. Richard looked at you with his gorgeous eyes, winked and turned his direction to the crowd of cncowners.

“Okay guys, so I have one last song I’m gonna perform. This one is dedicated to the love of my life. The person who always seems to make me smile even when I’m in the most horrible moods. The person who pushed me to be the best version of myself. The person who I honestly wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.” Richard said, looking at you while saying the last sentence. You didn’t know what to do so you just sat there staring at him and blushing. He then began singing ‘Marry you’ by Bruno Mars.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

When he sang the last line, he got down on one knee and looked up at you with tears in his eyes and asked those special words.

“Will you marry me?”

With tears running down your face, you jumped off of the stool and tackled Richard in a bear hug while repeating whispering, “Yes!”. When you both pulled away Richard stood up and placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for the most loving kiss ever. All that was heard were cheers from the crowd, the crew and the boys. In this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the entire world.

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Hola Mapi,

Humberto Ramos

He/Him, 26 (And staying this age until I die)

Virgo

Residing in Weslaco, aka Wesloco, Weslahoe, TX

Gender & Sexuality:

Sexuality? Very gay. Although, it’s so funny how wide the sexuality spectrum runs. I’ve always been attracted to men, but I do admit I sometimes I am also attracted to women but VERY rarely. I’ve also had my share of experiences with “str8” men, who really don’t like to admit what they are because they feel more than one way. So I always find it fascinating how the human sexuality evolves and changes so often.

Gender? Depends on the day to be quite honest. I know I am definitely more effeminate than most guys. So I think I’m like a butch princess.

Just like most people growing up I always thought gender was what we were told. I think now, it’s as to how we see ourselves in the mix of all the colors of people in the world. We’re not all the same one color. It’s okay if we are too. But there’s almost an infinite possibility of who we can be as people.

Aesthetic Trademark:

OVERDRESSED. Definitely polished and fitted! But I do like to have fun with colors and patterns and silhouettes. It’s taken me a while to feel comfortable in my skin. A little more than  a year ago I was barely 100 lbs so it was hard for me to fit in clothes the way I wanted. But after a lil weight gain I feel more comfortable trying on clothes and exploring more fits. I also don’t like under-dressing. Even when I’m only going to the store I overdress.

I admit I catch myself following more trends nowadays, but I think it’s all about exploring new styles and fits. I don’t always like what I see on the mannequins or on magazine covers so I try to just mix in and wear what I like to wear. I try to also dress for the season. Shorter shorts in the summer and longer sleeves for the winter.

What does it mean to be Latino?

To me, it simply means we can learn to identify ourselves how we please, and how simply inclusive it is to just call everyone by their preferred pronouns & names. Is it really hard to just do that as people? We have war, famine, genocide in the 21st century but people have their undies in a wad over a simple thing like this. Then again, humanity is going to eat itself by its asshole. Whichever way one sees it, being part of this community is so enriching. We’re all so different yet have so much in common. I like to think I’m a weird concoction of a person. I was born in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, but I grew up in a tiny town outside called, Melchor Ocampo. I don’t think there were more than 200 people in town but I can’t remember. I immigrated to the U.S. in 2001, and I hit the ground running. No transition period or anything. I went from socializing in a school where my grade had 15 kids to a school with dozens and dozens. I didn’t speak a word of English and I’m pretty sure everyone was calling me “joto” from day one and I hadn’t even said a word. I was culture-shocked the entire first 3 years I lived here. I didn’t really learn to socialize with other kids easily because I came from the rancho. I didn’t know any movie references, I didn’t listen to any English music, didn’t read anything in English. All aspect of my childhood was Mexican, not Hispanic/Latino, but Mexican. It all differentiates from country to country. But we all share even a little bit in common. So I get to see much more color living in our community. We all get the same short sticks, Latinxs/Hispanxs, AND queer, in this economy?!?! AND I’m a DACA Recipient so just a tad bit worse in some aspects. But I don’t know if I would have it any other way, I think growing up the way we do, we see the world from a more empathetic viewpoint than most Americans do. It’s hard for others to relate to us but we can relate to each other. I also think we grow up much quicker than others.

Hobbies & Passions:

It’s a little cliche but I’m actually writing and planning out a novel. I have this ex who told me not to tell anyone about the time we broke up. He said to “Keep it between us,” so I decided a couple of years ago to write about it. As you can tell, I internalized what he told me since 2012 so here I am 5 years later, still petty enough to write a whole novel about it and what it could’ve been. I’m hoping 2019 really puts me in order to do something with all of these feelings and thoughts I’ve had for years. I tend to internalize my feelings and not express them properly, so I’m working through them instead. I hope I get to be on the best sellers list some day, maybe meet Oprah, write out the screenplay and win an Oscar for it? Quien sabe. A ver que.

What do you love most about yourself?

It’s cliche but I definitely love my wit and how I argue about things. I spent so much time as a teenager being angry with no reasoning, and now I’m an adult, still a bit angry, but at least now I know how to argue and debate rather than just yelling. I also like how I can’t take serious situations seriously. I do know when things are really serious but I can almost always lighten up a room and I really enjoy making people laugh.

Current Obsessions:

So one of my best friends told me months ago to listen to Kacey Musgraves, and I kept forgetting, then one day I finally decided to look up her new album “Golden Hour” and I AM OBSESSED. I do love the title song the most, and it’s so different than what you expect country to be or sound like, but it’s very honest and is not trying to be something it’s not.

One of the last films I truly enjoyed watching was Roma on Netflix. It’s not the film for the crowds, I wish it were though so they could see how beautifully it was directed and casted. It’s very raw and captivating.

If you could say something to your younger self, what would you tell them?

DO NOT PLUCK OUT YOUR EYEBROWS AND DO NOT LET NORA THE BARBER CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR BECAUSE SHE SAYS SHE NEVER CUTS HAIR ON MEN WITH SCISSORS. She’s a liar and a con artist and do not let her buzz off your entire head. It will take you 3 months to grow back your hair how you wanted it. Also, don’t machine dry your blacks, wash them in delicates. Hug mami y papi more. No boy is worth feeling shitty about yourself. And for fuck’s sake, get some sleep.

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[gallowsman]

Call your mom

 Why don’t you talk so much? You’re so to yourself, such a mystery. Let it be my mission to pry you open. To unveil why you go to your car on breaks, To figure out why you really laugh at what I say, To make you not get mad at me when I reach things on the top shelf at work for you without you asking me to. “Alright, you decide!” You’re black and silver sequin top turning my Camry into a disco ball on a dreary April Day. I try and break you out of your shell, forcing you to guide our aimless adventure. Pick a date. Now. “I won’t stop driving until you tell me where to go.” My request bounced right off of you. “What’s Selma?” I hint. “I don’t know. Let’s go.” Alright sounds cool. “Hey, don’t forget - Call your mother.”

I asked you out two days ago, but then took it back. I wanted to do it in person. The next day, I called out of class, and asked you. I couldn’t wait any longer.  You said yes. I saw you that night. My hand’s have been scratching for yours every second, Your eyes a belt tightened around my arm with your laughter leaving it’s marks across my skin. I was in such euphoria.  Yet we weren’t going out. You wasted no time, you wrapped your arms around me, You fell into my kiss. There at the park, you completely surrendered to me, And I was at ease.  ‘Score!’ I thought. Totally have a hot girlfriend now. The cops came and told us we were breaking curfew. I stood outside your driver’s door, staring at you, not wanting you to leave. It wasn’t till 12. . .”You should probably go.  Call your mother.” You left into the night.  But I was swimming in the clouds. “So yeah. I said,’Yeah go ahead and be there. I’m going to go see my boyfriend.’“ “That’s not how you tell your parents you have a boyfriend.” “Sorry.” “Wow. They’re probably going to kill me.” They just stared at me the whole time.  I rehearsed my phrase. “Hola! Mi nombre es Zach. Yo soy es novio de Treicy. Mucho Gusto.” Pretty sure it was worse than that coming out. Your graduation was a double pronged treat for them. Your siblings were all pretty cool. And short.  I remember not having flowers for you. We ate, it wasn’t too awkward, then we left. I could feel how you wanted to get away from them. I didn’t know why.  We kissed in the park.  We were in Raleigh. It was you and I.  That’s all you wanted. Your mom and dad didn’t want you to go to Raleigh. “It’s late. Call your mother.” I loved driving places with you, because you usually fell asleep 6-out-of-10 times, and I could feel my arm falling asleep as you were wrapped around it. I was scared.  I wanted you, but I didn’t want you.  I was indecisive. I was an asshole. I was uncommitted.  Everything was going great.  Nothing was really wrong. Your kisses are so sweet.   Our hugs last forever now. When we started they were only 3 second hugs.  So why break it off? You would start crying.   I’m sorry.  Let’s get back together. This was senseless. . .It didn’t make sense.  I didn’t know how to convey it to you.  When we were apart, I wanted you back so much, but the moment you called me yours, I wanted to run away and hope you wouldn’t notice I was gone. I remember us, breaking up once more at the park in Dunn.  We decided to paint each other flower pots.  Yours was of the world.  Mine was some ugly-ass painting that thankfully broke. Yours is still on your front porch.  A reminder that I left you always cautious, but you could still grow something in me. “Querida. . .” I hope the pause takes away your tears.  “You should call your mother.” The ice storm of the century.  Schools, hospitals and all offices were closing down immediately. Made it easier for us to get on the road!  Ice and hell were not going to stop us. Tegan and Sara and Washington, DC, HERE WE COME!!! 3-hours driving 15 miles an hour on I-95.  I almost turned around at the start. My mom told me the storm had claimed my little brother already. He was okay, but his truck was like a bad story written by a hit-one-wonder. The car started to turn.  Then the other side. The pendulum clock trying to make a second drag on. “Hold on.” We spun into the grass. You started breathing.  Not you baby. “Listen. Look at me. We’re okay sweetheart.” I could see your life leaving your eyes.  You started breathing like a maniac. “We’re okay baby. I got you.” My hands couldn’t wrap you up enough, I constantly tried to cradle you more and more. “We’re okay. No cars are hitting us. We’re off the road.” We breath.  We find rhythm.  You found me again. That night, we stopped and saved three other people with cars spun out, saving the days as decorated Snow-pocalypse veterans. Then we ate like kings and queens at a Chinese restaurant that was made just for us.  We never found it again, our own El Dorado. We got back on the road, hero’s well fed and rested on the trip to Narnia. “OH! You should call your mother.” “Hola Mami! Si. . .si. . .Yo no se. . .si. . .estamos conduciendo a DC. . .si. . .NO CIERTO!. . .Okay. . .k. . .k. . .bye.” “She worries about you so much.”