#luisa deserves all the hugs in the world

[laurenairay]

taking on the world together - J. Oettinger

Summary: Gracelyn didn't realise how much of Boston she associated with Jake Oettinger until he was gone.

Warnings; light angst, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, ignoring the existence of COVID-19 to fudge the timelines, college years, one incident of mild harassment, some bad language.

Words: 11.4k

A/N: jumping in as a pinch hitter for @wyattjohnston’s summer fic exchange 2023! Writing for @jarmorie - I really hope you like this and I really hope I hit all your prompts! Spreading the Otter love as he deserves 💛 I was listening to this song and immediately got so inspired.

Tagging some fellow Otter fans: @senditcolton @extratragic @texanstarslove

Inspiration (and title) from Mine, by Taylor Swift

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I was a flight risk, with a fear of falling, Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.

~~~

September 2016.

Gracelyn Davis had never left Fayetteville, West Virginia before. At least, not before her father drove her across the country to Boston University like he had done over the past two days. Her mother had decided being in the car for that long with them ‘wasn’t for her’, and considering her father was a man of very few words, the 12 hours, spread over two days with a sleep stop in the middle, had been spent split between rereading one of her favourite books and watching the world go by out the window.

It was a quiet ride. Gracelyn was used to it.

Butterflies filled her stomach as they pulled into campus parking, the crowds of people almost overwhelming. They weren’t even in the heart of the city and already this was the busiest place she’d ever seen. Gracelyn matched her father’s silence as they unloaded the car, using the offered hand trolley to help with her boxes, her father pushing those with her duvet and pillows piled on top while Gracelyn pulled two suitcases and a large duffel bag. It didn’t take long to get herself all signed in, and once they’d piled all her belongings in the empty dorm room, she knew it was time.

With a brief hug and a ‘do your best’, her father left. She hadn’t really expected much more. Even the fact that she’d finally left her small town was more than she could ever have dreamed of.

“Whoo! Go Terriers!”

Gracelyn watched out the third storey window as small parade of energetic people dressed in red, white, and black jogged past her building, smiling to herself at the cheerful chaos. This was nothing like Fayetteville. She loved it already.

“Hey roomie!”

Gracelyn turned around sharply, hand to heart in surprise at the voice in the doorway. The campus had assigned housing to all freshman who’d applied, and she’d been put in contact with a ‘Madison’ to get to know each other. All she really knew was that Madison had blonde hair, came from Queens, New York, and was going to be studying Digital Marketing. That, and she had very strong opinions on everything from Taylor Swift to correct recycling methods to sheet thread count. Blonde, tanned, perfect white smile, and all the confidence of a city-kid that Gracelyn didn’t have.

“Oops, didn’t mean to startle you. It’s nice to meet you, Gracelyn,” she grinned.

At least she was friendly too.

“Nice to meet you too, Madison. I prefer Gracie,” Gracelyn said, smiling shyly.

“Gracie it is! And please, call me Maddie. We’re going to be the best of friends. I can already tell,” she grinned, throwing her blonde hair up in a bun. “Do you mind if I put on some music while we unpack?”

~~~

May 2020.

How time had flown by. As Gracelyn pulled out the first of her cardboard boxes to at least attempt to start packing up her half of the dorm room, memories flooded in. Maddie hadn’t been wrong – they really had become the best of friends over the past four years, forming a wider group of six of them in total. Herself, Maddie, Luisa, Jenny, Chanel, and Daisy, all girls scattered across their original freshman dorm building floor, all of them forming bonds that stuck with them over the past four years.

Each of their had majored in a different subject, each other them came from different states, but each of them had been the loyal, sweet, kind friends that Gracelyn had always hoped for, so she knew that even though their time at college together had officially come to an end, she wouldn’t be losing these friendships any time soon.

Late night study sessions, movie nights, sleepovers, makeovers, campus concerts, dinners out – all of these memories scattered across polaroid photos, Instagram accounts and genuine memories. All of the things that Gracelyn was going to miss so terribly.

She was even going to miss the parties, the wild nights out that were so often accompanied by singing at the top of their lungs, dancing until their feet ached, and nasty mornings after.

Speaking of parties, Maddie wasn’t the only person who Gracelyn met in her first week in Boston who turned her life upside down.

~~~

September 2016.

“Are you sure I look okay?”

Maddie gave her an incredulous look. “Gracie baby, you have the best ass in our group, of course you look okay. You look stunning, own it.”

Gracelyn blushed heavily, shaking her head with a laugh. The two of them had made quick friends with a few girls down the hallway, and somehow they’d all persuaded Gracelyn to go out to a party tonight. Her first proper college party. Her first proper party in general, if she was being honest.

“You know what I mean. I’ve never…you know I’m not a party girl,” she sighed.

“I’m not a party party girl either. I’m a hang out with my friends kind of girl, with music, and drink we shouldn’t have access to, and we’re going to dance and sing and have fun, okay? If there happen to be cute boys there who stare at your incredible ass, then so be it,” Maddie grinned.

The confidence of this girl was incredible. No-one had ever boosted Gracelyn up like she did either.

“It’s not too much?”

Gracelyn looked back at herself in the full-length mirror that Maddie had brought with her, checking out the deep-red tight dress that clung to her every curve, borrowed from their friend Chanel. If her mother could see her now, she’d have a conniption. Then again…maybe that was a good thing. The Gracelyn Davis of Fayetteville would never have showed off her body like this – yeah, maybe she had a slight pouch on her belly, and maybe her thighs didn’t have a gap, and maybe ass was a bit more of a bubble than she would like…but maybe for the Gracelyn Davis of Boston that was a good thing.

“It’s definitely not too much. How about you throw a leather jacket over the top and wear those comfy black ankle boots, hm? That way it’s not over the top, but still dressy, hm?” Maddie suggested, unwinding her final blonde curl from her curling wand.

That…that was a good suggestion. Thank god for Maddie.

“That sounds good to me,” Gracelyn said shyly.

“Atta girl,” Maddie grinned, “Now help me pick which lipgloss says try anything and I’ll bite.”

Four lip gloss swatches later and the two of them had headed out of their dorm room, Maddie knocking on their friends’ doors until the six of them were on their way to the alleged party, wherever that was.

“Now remember, the hockey guys are all mostly a bit dumb and will probably get a little handsy after a few hours of drinking, so don’t feel like you can’t loudly tell them no. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, stay with a group of us girls, yeah? I’ve heard most of the team are harmless, but there’s bound to be a bad apple or two in the bunch,” Daisy said, rolling her eyes.

Brilliant. That didn’t settle Gracelyn’s nerves at all. Girl time it was.

“How did you find out about the Terriers party anyway Daisy-boo?” Maddie asked, looping her arm through Gracelyn’s.

She clung on with gratitude.

“Eh, this Sophomore was trying to impress the new freshman players – I said I’d think about turning up with a few friends,” Daisy said coolly, her smile sharp.

Again, the confidence. Incredible.

“Treat ‘em mean, I like it,” Jenny snickered.

“He was harmless enough. Sounded like a good excuse for a party anyway, and the upperclassmen are providing booze with the caveat that no-one underage gets super wasted, so I figured why not have our first party in style, right?” Daisy shrugged.

As the rest of the girls sounded their agreement, Gracelyn tried to relax. She knew that her friends wouldn’t let anything happen to her. They already had a game plan for if any of them felt uncomfortable. She didn’t have to drink anything more than what she actually wanted to. She could do this, right?

“Here we are!”

Daisy’s voice broke her out of her thoughts, turning her attention to a large house that already had red solo cups scattered across the lawn and loud music blasting. Maddie squeezed her arm, dropping it so their hands were linked, the other girls pairing off in twos too, making sure that none of them got separated while they wound their way through the crowd. Gracelyn tried not to get overwhelmed at the sheer number of people squeezed into the main living area, managing to smile as Daisy waved flirtatiously at a guy she could only imagine was the Unfortunate Sophomore.

“Let’s get some drinks!” Jenny said loudly, earning cheers from around them.

Gracelyn just stayed silent as beers were passed around, Maddie just winking at her. This was it. This was her first college party. This was her first college beer. She was finally here. She’d made it. So she took a big swig, letting the cool cheap alcohol run down her throat, Maddie just whooping before doing the same with her own drink.

Time seemed to blur together after that. Not in a drunk way, but in a way that everything was so new, so overwhelming, that Gracelyn just let it wash over her. She was trying to follow Maddie’s lead, going with the flow as her New York roommate would say, so by the time she’d finished her third beer, Gracelyn was more than ready for a glass of water and a breather.

Thankfully, Maddie and Daisy had been roped into playing beer pong, which was outside on the back porch, so while the other girls grabbed more beer, Gracelyn grabbed a bottle of water and hopped up on the porch railing to watch. Despite Maddie being eagle-eyed, Daisy was swaying a bit, so this would be interesting.

“Hey, is this space taken?”

Gracelyn turned her head to the sound of the voice, not sure if it was being directed at her or not, only to come face to face with the cutest guy she’d ever seen. Tall – at least 6ft 4, if not 6ft 5 – with broad shoulders, messy dark hair and a sweet smile. Pretty eyes too. He was talking to her?

“Uh, no, go for it. I’m just watching my friends about to play,” she said, jerking her head in the beer pong table’s direction.

“Ah, yeah some of my teammates are about to face them. The blonde girl looks dangerous,” he mused, leaning against the railing himself in the space to her left.

“Oh you have no idea,” Gracelyn grinned, making him laugh.

Actual natural human interaction with a cute guy. Wow.

“I’m Jake,” he said, holding out his hand.

He immediately looked embarrassed at himself for holding out his hand, but the fact that he didn’t backtrack made her smile.

“I’m Gracelyn. Or Gracie, to my friends,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you Gracie,” he said, smiling.

Bold. She liked it.

“Not much of a drinker?” he asked.

She frowned until he shook his own cup and looked down at her water bottle, and immediately her cheeks flushed. Was he making fun of her?

“Um, I…”

She trailed off, before clearing her throat. No damn it, she was Gracelyn Davis of Boston now.

“I already had three cups of beer and I didn’t party back home, so I’m trying to pace myself. A little lame maybe but it’s literally first week of freshman year so…” she said, shrugging.

“I feel that,” the guy…Jake nodded, smiling still, “And it’s not lame. It’s my first week of freshman year too and I know that the freshmen will be clearing up tomorrow morning, so I don’t want to be horrendous after my first team party.”

He was a freshman too? Built like that? And he was a hockey player? Damn, what was he doing talking to her?

“Ouch, I’m sorry you have to clean up,” she said, grimacing as right-on-cue someone threw up over the porch railing a little ways down from them.

Jake grimaced himself, before shaking his head. “It’ll be worth it to play on the team.”

“Go Terriers?” she offered.

Jake just laughed, throwing his head back. Damn. Damn he looked so good.

“Alright boys, you’re going down!” Maddie said loudly.

The crowd cheered and whooped, Gracelyn and Jake included. Daisy took her first throw, immediately sinking the ball into a cup, clearly more sober than she looked. What a hustler - this was going to be a messy one. The freshman hockey player groaned but laughed, drinking the beer in the targeted cup down in one go, earning more cheers for himself.

“I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing more of each other, Gracie,” Jake said, smiling wide.

For some reason, she had a feeling that he was right.

~~~

May 2020.

Yeah, Jake was…Jake was different. Right from that first night, that first meeting, the two of them had stayed in touch, slowly becoming friends through texting as well as more hockey team parties. Maddie and their friends always dragged her along to any party at the hockey house, especially when Daisy started hooking up with the Unfortunate Sophomore, and the more she went to, the more she actually looked forward to them, mainly because at some point in the evening Jake would find her and the rest was history.

He wasn’t a rowdy dumbass like the other college players he lived with. Sure, she was cautious, a little introverted, always hesitant, but Jake was sweet and kind and patient, and never pushed her more than she was socially capable of in the moment. Maybe it helped that he was a goaltender – which she’d found out the second time she met him because someone dared him to show off his box splits and he did so without hesitation – because he was so different to all his friends, but she liked it.

She liked him.

He was a little more focused, more responsible maybe for his age, but still encouraged her to come out of her shell. Over those first few months, she found herself slipping out of her old social binds of Gracelyn Davis from Fayetteville and into her new self of Gracelyn Davis of Boston, and so much of it was because of him.

That’s why it hurt so much still, when everything changed.

There were so many memories of their friendship over the years, entwined with those memories of Gracelyn and her girlfriends, more than she dared to think about while she attempted to make a start on packing up her college life. She still had over a week left on campus, until after commencement weekend, but that didn’t mean she could put everything off until last minute. That just wasn’t the way her brain worked.

She could at least make a start on closing this chapter of her life.

But in the first shoebox she moved off of one of her shelves, she found a couple dozen polaroids, all ones she’d taken off being pinned on her noticeboard in Junior year – all ones of her and Jake. All photos of memories that made her heart ache all over again, flashing across her mind as she continued to look through them one by one.

~~~

November 2016.

“Hey, do you want to take a walk?”

Gracelyn looked up from her notebook, seeing Jake standing in the doorway of her dorm room.

“How did you get up here?” she asked, placing her pen and paper to the side with a smile.

“I bumped into Chanel and Luisa on the way through,” he shrugged, “They said you’ve been studying in here since your last class ended, and, uh, encouraged me to do something to change that.”

Yeah that sounded like Chanel and Luisa. Meddlers. Her friends weren’t wrong though – she really had been studying in her room since her last class ended, knowing that Maddie was still out in a class of her own and there was a movie night on campus later, so she wanted to get ahead of herself. It was only month three of freshman year after all – she couldn’t afford to get behind yet.

Still…a small break couldn’t hurt right?

“You want to go for a walk?” she mused.

“Yeah, it’s not snowing out so I thought it might be nice?” he said, smiling shyly.

Oh what a sweetheart. In what world would she say no to that?

“And you’re asking little old me?” she grinned, kicking off her slippers.

“You’re one of my best friends Gracie, you know that. And you’re definitely the only sane one,” he said, shrugging with a smile.

Well that much was true.

“I’m in,” she laughed.

It didn’t take her long to slip into more appropriate boots for the weather, as well as a thick coat, knitted hat and gloves to help out with the cold, and soon enough the two of them were walking out of campus along the Charles River.

“So what’s really going on?” Gracelyn asked, when the crowds around them had thinned out to only a couple of people.

Jake opened his mouth to protest, before closing it again with a huffed laugh. “You can read me that easily, huh?”

“You’ve got a pretty expressive face,” she shrugged, although made sure to smile so he knew she didn’t mean it as a bad thing, “And you’ve never wanted to just go on a walk before. Not that I mind, obviously – it’s always good to get fresh air and you know I like hanging out with you – I just hope that nothing bad has happened?”

He quickly shook his head but then grimaced, wiggling his hand to indicate it was something so-so. Hm. This was going to take more than their usual casual talking, she could tell.

“Do you want to grab a coffee and find somewhere to sit?” she suggested.

“Sure.”

It didn’t take long to pick up a couple of lattes each, and even less time to find an isolated snow-free stone bench to sit on, not far from the Hatch Shell, and by that point Jake looked a little less tense.

“Thank you, Gracie,” he murmured.

“For what?” she asked, confused, “we haven’t even started talking properly yet.”

“You’re giving me the chance to get something off my chest that I haven’t been able to bring up to anyone else. Or that I feel I can bring up to anyone else. I appreciate it, that’s all,” Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.

“Well now I’m worried,” she said, trying to make it a joke to hide her true concern.

What was wrong with him? Was he sick? He couldn’t be failing any classes, right?

She waited in silence for him to gather his thoughts, taking in the sight of the river slowly flowing by, until Jake finally cleared his throat.

“There’s been scouts coming to hockey games. NHL scouts, for me, following on from my time in the NTDP,” he said softly.

“Okay. Okay, that’s a good thing, right?” she said, frowning slightly.

She may not know much about ice hockey or the NHL or the NTDP, but she did know how important it all was to Jake. So what was the issue?

“I guess? But…it’s also so much pressure.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh bless his heart.

“I can understand that. That does sound like a lot of pressure. What exactly is worrying you about it?” she asked.

The more she understood, the more she could help, right?

Jake let out a shaky breath, looking down at his hands for a moment, before lifting his head to look out over the river in front of them.

“I’m nervous. Playing in the NHL…it’s all I’ve ever wanted. And it’s so hard to even be considered as a goaltender in the big leagues so the fact that they’re looking at me? Assessing me? It’s a lot,” he explained, voice quiet, “And it’s not like I can even talk to the rest of the team about how nervous it makes me either.”

Because so many of the guys won’t get a shot in the NHL like the scouts are considering for him.

Oh this sweet hearted boy.

What really made her sad though was the look of hesitance tainted with self-deprecation in his eyes. He didn’t deserve to look or feel like that, not ever.

“Hey, Jake, will you look at me?” Gracelyn asked.

It took a couple of seconds but he eventually did, emotion splashed all over his face.

“I know it’s scary. And I know it makes you nervous. This is your dream, and you’re pouring your whole self into it. But, Jake, these scouts wouldn’t be coming if you weren’t already proving how good you were, right?”

“I mean…”

He trailed off, wiggling his hand so-so again, making her shake her head.

“I mean it, Jake. If there wasn’t something in your gameplay that they liked, they wouldn’t be coming to see you. Just show them what you’ve got. You don’t have to be anyone other than yourself, okay? You’re Jake Oettinger, badass Terrier and incredible goaltender, and there’s nothing you can’t do,” she said firmly.

Jake choked out a laugh, hanging his head briefly before looking back at her. She chose to ignore the way his eyes were shining slightly.

“How do you always know exactly what to say?” he murmured.

Gracelyn just smiled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Well I don’t know about that…but I’m always here for you, whenever you need me.”

“So all I need to do to get your undivided attention is to text you, meet you at our spot?” he grinned.

Her blush deepened, traitorous butterflies filling her stomach.

“This is our spot?” she said, voice far breathier than she cared to admit.

“It is now,” he shrugged, “just you and me.”

Well damn, she liked the sound of that. Did he even know how that came across? What it implied?

“Alright, deal,” she nodded, trying to keep her cool.

“Besides, I can’t have you sharing your wisdom with everyone, right? Gotta keep some of that good magic all for myself. God knows I need all the help I can get. You don’t mind, right?” he grinned.

She couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from her chest, her head tilting back as it rang out loud and clear. His teasing request was more than a little shameless – with anyone else she would’ve been put off by the audacity, but with Jake? It was just charming, endearing her to him more than ever. When she’d finally composed herself, Jake had a slightly stunned look on his face – probably from the vivacity of her laughter – so she just smiled widely at him. How could she not?

“You truly are one of a kind, Jake Oettinger,” she giggled, finishing the last of her coffee.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” he said, giving a little shrug as he grinned.

Like she could ever insult him.

“We should take a photo,” Jake said suddenly, digging in his coat pocket.

“What?”

“To keep this memory, of finding ‘our’ place. Of you giving me the advice I needed. Of me making you laugh like that for the first time,” Jake explained, making her smile at his enthusiastic listing, “one of the guys bought a bunch of cheap polaroid cameras at the weekend and I still have one in my pocket.”

“Well in that case…” she teased.

Jake just laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulder, guiding her to lean into his body. Gracelyn just tilted her knitted hat-covered head to rest against his and threw up a peace sign, smiling widely as Jake raised the camera in his hand. FLASH. She blinked a couple of times, listening to the camera whirring, but smiled softly to herself as Jake kept his arm around her. She appreciated the warmth from his body, if nothing else. With his free hand, he dropped the camera in his lap and pulled free the developing polaroid, shaking it a few times until the picture started to become clearer.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good one,” Jake said happily, handing it over for her to see.

Gracelyn felt her breath hitch in her chest as she looked at their photo. Their matching wide smiles alone showed her exactly how happy he’d been in that moment, but the fact that it was with her? That was everything. She didn’t even know what to say.

“I love it,” she eventually managed to murmur.

“Then it’s all yours,” Jake said simply.

“What? No, it’s your camera,” she said, shaking her head.

But Jake just squeezed her shoulder, nudging her with his chest. “I insist. We’ll have years yet to take more photos together.”

She could only hope. Gracelyn just nodded silently, sliding the photo into her pocket with a grateful smile, leaning back into his chest as he put the camera back into his pocket without moving his arm from round her shoulders still. As her heart started beating all that little bit faster, she knew she was in trouble. She may not be particularly experienced in the nature of romance, but she knew from friends, old and new, what it was like to get a crush on someone.

How could she not start falling for him in this exact moment?

Gracelyn had always promised herself to keep her guard up, especially around her heart. Her parents’ relationship was toxic enough, their marriage fuelled by arguments and spite and cold disdain, and she’d always sworn to herself that she would never end up like them. There was a reason why she had no intention of going back home for Thanksgiving or the Christmas break. But being here with Jake right now? Tucked under his arm with him holding her against his chest after all those sweet words? It was dangerous, for her emotions and her resolve.

If she didn’t get this under control soon, there was no telling the damage this crush could do.

~~~

June 2017.

Gracelyn had been dreading June 23rd ever since she learned how significant the day was. Significant to Jake, anyway. Today was the first day of the 2017 NHL draft, and she already knew that Jake was predicted to go decently high in the first round – Gracelyn Davis of Fayetteville hadn’t a clue about any of this but Gracelyn Davis of Boston now knew all too much – so she could only imagine how stressed he was today already. Over the rest of freshman year, she’d gotten more and more into watching hockey, mainly because of Jake asking her to come to games as his ‘good luck charm’, so she knew that scouts had been following him for quite some time still. Spending so much time with him this year – including studying, brunches, parties, and campus events, on top of all the games she’d gone to – hadn’t lessened her crush in the slightest, but things were definitely much more manageable. She knew what she could and couldn’t handle, and it helped that she knew Jake had no idea how she felt either, so their friendship had only gone from strength to strength.

Today could change everything. She didn’t know if she was ready for that.

While Jake and his family were in Chicago ready for the draft day, Gracelyn was at her summer job – administration at the West Virginia Science Adventures summer day camps, right there in Fayetteville. She worked 9-4 every day, helping to make sure that everything ran smoothly, and it meant that she was out of her house essentially all day, which could only ever be a good thing. That, and it also allowed her to surreptitiously listen to the broadcast of Jake’s draft day while she was typing up the stock request forms that her supervisor needed from her.

She took her time typing, making sure everything was meticulous while she listened to the draft picks start getting called.

And then came the 26th pick, from the Dallas Stars.

“From Boston University, Jake Oettinger.”

There it was. He’d done it! The first goalie of the 2017 draft was picked, and it was him! She couldn’t stop the happy squeal that left her lips, glad that no-one else was in the office cabin right now, especially since she couldn’t help the stupid smile on her face or the tears in her eyes.

Jake had been drafted to the NHL, just as he’d always dreamed. It was everything he’d ever wanted, and he deserved it so much, and even though she knew it meant he was leaving her behind, how could she not be proud of him?

To: Jake From: Gracelyn You did it! Congratulations! I’m so proud of you! I told you that everything would pay off! I know you’re busy so don’t worry about texting back. But just know that I am so so happy for you, okay? Speak to you later ❤️

With a breathy laugh, she put her phone down, exiting out of her messages and turning off the broadcast. She didn’t care what else happened in the draft – she only cared about Jake. Now that was done, she could get on with her job without feeling guilty, even if the buzzing in her veins kept that smile on her face for the rest of her day.

It wasn’t until Gracelyn was home that she got a message back from Jake, after she’d cooked and eaten dinner by herself and was relaxing with a book in her bedroom.

To: Gracelyn From: Jake Thank you so much Gracie. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling. This is crazy. I actually got drafted. The Stars drafted me! I’m still committing to BU, for more development, but I can’t believe they want me!

Gracelyn frowned slightly at the reply from Jake, confused. He wasn’t going straight to Dallas? He was staying in Boston? Why?

To: Jake From: Gracelyn I thought you wanted to jump right into the NHL? That’s the dream right? Don’t get me wrong, I will miss you. But this is your dream?

Gracelyn chewed her bottom lip while she waited for him to reply, rereading over the same few pages until her phone buzzed a few more times. She felt so stupid for the way her heart was beating like crazy…but this was important. This was Jake.

To: Gracelyn From: Jake Oh you’re not getting rid of me that easily, Gracie Davis. This is definitely the right thing for me right now, and I know the Stars will understand. Boston is still where I need to be right now, so you’ll see me in September! ❤️

Well if that was what he wanted, she wasn’t going to complain. Still, it would only be a matter of time before Jake took his dream in both hands and leapt for it, so she would have to make the most of the time she had with him. That was all she could hope for, right?

~~~

September 2017.

“See, I told you I’d come back.”

Gracelyn jumped at the familiar deep voice, her friends just cackling at her reaction to Jake silently creeping up behind her, but she found herself smiling at him as she turned around to face him properly.

“One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack with this sneaking up behind me,” she mused, hands on hips.

“Well we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Jake grinned.

With that, he slung his arm around her shoulder, tugging her into a hug which she returned happily, hiding her blushing face in his chest slightly before pulling away. Jake didn’t drop his arm from over her shoulders though, making Maddie smirk at her, and Gracelyn could only be grateful that Jake seemed not to notice.

“Alright superstar, let’s get some food,” Gracelyn said, sighing dramatically.

“I missed you too, Gracelyn Davis,” Jake laughed.

I missed you more, Jake Oettinger.

“WELCOME BACK PARTY AT THE HOCKEY HOUSE!”

The crowd around them whooped, Luisa and Daisy looking particularly happy about the potential frivolity, whereas Gracelyn just smiled at the interruption.

“You and Maddie are still rooming together this year, right?” Jake murmured, leaning down so only she could hear him among the ruckus.

He remembered them talking about that?

It was true though – Gracelyn and all her friends had decided to move out of freshman dorms and get neighbouring apartments in the dorm buildings available for Sophomore students. Maddie and Gracelyn had decided to stay sharing a dorm, whereas Luisa and Daisy were roommates now, as were Chanel and Jenny. It was an arrangement that worked perfectly for them, and she couldn’t wait to actually have all of her friends living together.

“Yeah we are, why?” she said softly in return.

“Well I know that you’ll definitely be coming to the party if your girls are there to persuade you,” Jake teased.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “I would’ve come anyway.”

“You would?” Jake asked, surprised.

There were so many things she could’ve said in that moment, both innocent and incriminating, but in the end she chose just to shrug. It was the safest option.

“Food! Let’s go!” Maddie said cheerfully.

As her roommate linked their arms together, Jake’s arm slipped off her shoulders, making Gracelyn look up at him properly. “Are you coming, Jake?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, nodding quickly.

After eating lunch and hanging out for a few hours, Jake and some of his lingering friends went back to the team house to set up for the party, leaving Gracelyn and her friends to get ready. Just like freshman year, their first party of Sophomore year was going to be at the hockey house, so they spent their time getting all dressed up in pretty eye-catching dresses (with a little pregaming, thanks to the stock they’d all brought along from home), and by the time they arrived at the hockey team house the party was in full swing.

Gracelyn spotted Jake easily, and he waved enthusiastically at her from across the room, making her friends laugh and pull her into the kitchen to get drinks of their own. Over the next few hours, Gracelyn and her friends alternated between drinking in the kitchen and dancing on the make-shift living room dancefloor, celebrating the return to college and the start of the new school year. It was everything she’d missed about Boston, having fun with her friends, finally feeling like she was back where she belonged.

Soon enough though, Gracelyn needed to make a trip to the bathroom, leaving her friends where they were in the kitchen and heading upstairs to the nicer of the bathrooms that Jake had always let her use. But on her return trip downstairs, her path was blocked in the front corridor, by a guy she didn’t recognise. He was taller than her, bigger than her, and much drunker than her – she could smell the beer on his breath from a few feet away but even more so as he stepped even closer.

“Well hello. I haven’t seen you around before,” he drawled.

What the hell?

“I’m a sophomore. I’m not new,” she frowned, confused.

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t talk so much. Why don’t we get to know each other a little better, hm? That ass of yours? Damn.”

What the actual fuck.

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not interested,” Gracie said shortly.

“Don’t be like that baby, I’m a real nice guy,” he grinned.

The sleaze dripped off of his words like oil, making her recoil, but it was as she moved to step around him that he grabbed her arm, holding her in place. Fuck. Oh fuck.

“Let’s try again, hm?”

“No,” she said shakily.

“No-one says no to me. You should be nicer to guys that show you interest, you know.”

Gracelyn just froze in place, mind blank and body stiff. This had never happened before, being confronted like this, and it didn’t matter how much advice she’d been given over the years, it all had flown away in the moment.

She took a deep breath, ready to yell out for help, when a familiar large body appeared by her side. Jake. She felt like crying in relief, even more so as her friend easily knocked the drunk guy’s hand off her arm.

“She’s not interested. Move on, bud,” Jake said firmly, stepping up close, making the guy look up at him with a glare.

“Back off man, I was here first,” the creep slurred.

What the actual fuck. She wasn’t prize cattle at an auction.

“I said no,” Gracelyn repeated.

With her desperate glance up at him, Jake clenched his jaw and his fists, drawing himself up to his full height as he pushed himself between Gracelyn and the creep.

“Last chance. Fuck off,” Jake said angrily.

It was all she could do to clutch at the back of his tshirt, hands shaking and heart racing.

“Whatever man, she’s ugly anyway,” the guy scowled.

She inhaled sharply as a pang of hurt ran through her chest, only to gasp out louder as Jake lurched forward, pinning the guy to the opposite wall with his forearm across his throat.

“Apologise, asshole. You’re not worth the air she breathes,” Jake all but growled.

The creep choked a little, trying to get Jake’s arm off him, and it was only then that Gracelyn noticed the crowd that was starting to form around them.

“Hey, Jake, he isn’t worth it. Don’t get in trouble because of this scumbag,” she pleaded, resting her hand on his shoulder.

Jake looked down at her with pursed lips, waited a beat or two, before nodding. She let out a shaky breath as Jake shoved the guy into the wall one last time before stepping backwards, still standing himself in front of her.

“Stay away from her, you hear me?” Jake demanded.

“Whatever freak,” the guy muttered, storming off.

Jake’s frame tensed but Gracelyn just reached for his forearm, desperate for Jake not to follow after him. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to get into a fight because of her. The creep wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth it.

“What was that all about?”

Jake turned around to see his captain frowning behind them as the crowd dispersed, and scowled again.

“That guy wouldn’t leave Gracie alone when she told him no. Was making her uncomfortable, a real fucking creep,” Jake muttered, clenching his hands for a moment again.

“Oh shit, for real? Damn, Gracelyn, sorry about that. I’ll make sure he’s kicked out,” Jake’s captain frowned.

What?

But before she could voice her confusion, the Senior walked off, leaving Gracelyn and Jake alone.

“He’s got a no tolerance policy for sexual harassment,” Jake murmured.

Well…that explained a few things. But still…

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“I think so? I just…I froze. Everything about that guy screamed at me to run away and all I could do was freeze,” she sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair, “I feel so stupid.”

“Hey, no, it’s okay. So not stupid at all. I hate that you ever experienced this at all, you know? You should never…”

She could see his anger rising again and did the only thing she could think of. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug, burying her face in his shirt, just letting herself breathe and willing him to calm his anger back down. Jake froze briefly in surprise before quickly hugging her back, clutching at her firmer than she’d anticipated.

“Thank you, Jake. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there,” she murmured.

Jake stiffened at her words before nodding, squeezing her body before letting go to look down at her properly.

“I’m glad we never have to find out what could’ve happened. I’m pretty sure you would’ve snapped and decked him, Gracie Davis, just as he deserved, but I’m glad I could at least help,” Jake said firmly.

She laughed softly but shrugged. “You did more than help. Superstar and knight in shining armour? I’m glad you’re in my life hey?”

Jake huffed out a laugh and slung his arm over her shoulder as usual, guiding them both into the kitchen towards the beer keg.

“I told you you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I meant it,” he said, smiling sweetly down at her, “So let’s get back to the party as it should be, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that. I think Maddie’s about to kick some ass in beer pong if you wanted to watch?” she mused.

“Just like when we met a year ago. Perfect,” Jake grinned.

~~~

March 2019.

Jake didn’t leave for Texas in Sophomore year. Didn’t sign an entry level contact, didn’t leave Boston, didn’t leave the Terriers. Didn’t leave Gracelyn. All throughout the school year, they only got closer and closer, somehow spending even more time together than they did previously – any time that Gracelyn wasn’t with her friends or studying (and even then, sometimes she was studying with Jake), the two of them could usually be found together. It seemed like the welcome back party of Sophomore year triggered something protective in Jake, and he always made sure that she was okay wherever they went, even to the point of scaring off guys regardless of whether they were being creeps or not. Her friends – especially Maddie – called Jake a cockblock, but it wasn’t like Gracelyn protested at all. Her crush on Jake hadn't lessened at all, so why would she be interested in other guys? Especially if Jake wanted to be by her side.

He was always her partner in study groups, in beer pong, in video games, and he always sat next to her when they went out for food, to the movies, to campus events. She was even pretty sure that some of the freshmen on his team thought they were actually dating, considering how often they asked her where he was if they couldn’t find him.

As she said, she wasn’t going to complain. She had Jake in her life in ways that she never could’ve hoped for – and the longer he didn’t leave Boston to sign a contract with the Stars, the more her confidence built, waiting for a moment when she felt sure enough to actually tell him how she felt. It was a lofty goal, but each day that passed, she got a little closer.

When Jake was named an alternate captain prior to the 2018-2019 season, her hope soared.

Throughout the start of Junior year, Jake’s responsibilities to the team kept him longer at practices, longer in team meetings, but that didn’t mean he didn’t put in the extra effort with Gracelyn still, even going as far as to stay behind in Boston with her for Thanksgiving to spend that time together that they hadn’t really been able to. Her friends all thought she was nuts for not just confessing, but she was still too scared. So scared to lose him, the most important relationship in her life, the most important friendship, so she continued to stay silent, just grateful for whatever time that her friendship with Jake could afford her.

She knew that he appreciated her – he always made sure she knew it – and she knew that she wouldn’t trade what they had right now for anything, unless she knew for sure that it wasn’t going to all blow up in her face.

She had to know, before she took that risk.

Before Gracelyn knew it, it was the beginning of March, with Spring Break coming up right around the corner. Maddie was out to lunch with her boyfriend Jackson (business major – a little dry, but adored her friend), so Gracelyn was finishing off a paper in her room alone, having spent some time with her other girlfriends that morning over coffee. She was just finishing off her last editing readthrough when her dorm door was knocked on, in a familiar pattern that made her smile.

“Come in Jake! The door’s unlocked!”

Gracelyn hit save on the word document before closing her laptop, Jake walking into the room quickly. The serious look on his face made her heart clench a little, even more so as he sat down next to her on the bed in silence.

“Hey Gracie, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Of course not. What’s up?” she asked, worried.

“I just…I wanted to tell you before I told anyone else. Well, other than coach, but yeah.”

She knew it.

She knew it.

She knew it.

“Tell me what?” she asked as lightly as she could, feigning ignorance as he sat down beside her.

“I signed a three-year entry level contact with the Stars last weekend. And I’m heading to Texas to play in the AHL in a few days time.”

She was too late.

She was too late.

She was too late.

“Oh Jake that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! But it’s happening quick, no?”

Jake huffed out a laugh, nodding as he smiled weakly at her. “It happened a lot faster than I thought. But my agent said this is the best option for me, to start my hockey career off. I’ve got to follow my dream, you know?”

Even if it meant leaving her behind. She’d been prepared for this for a long time. That didn’t make it hurt any less. But this wasn’t about her – this was about him, and everything he’d worked for, and everything he still had to work for in the future.

“Of course you do, Jake. Anyone that tells you differently is an ass. Follow your dreams and don’t look back, hey?”

It was only then that he noticed the tears in her eyes and quickly shook his head. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Gracie Davis. You’re one of my best friends, and I’m not losing you. I can’t.”

She choked out a wet noise, half laugh half sob, and just shook her head.

“You go and be the superstar that you are destined to be, okay?” she said, smiling sadly at him, “The rest of us will figure out the rest.”

Jake pulled her into the tightest hug he ever had done, burying his face in her dark hair.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life.”

Gracelyn just stayed silent, letting her tears fall.

~~~

May 2020.

She never did tell him how she felt. He never did find out how much she loved him. Maybe it was for the best, when their texts slowed over the summer of 2019, because by the time Gracelyn had started up her final year of college in the September of 2019, she’d hardened up her heart enough to make it through the year without him.

She hadn’t realised how much of Boston she associated with Jake until he was gone.

The pizza place where she and her girlfriends would meet up with the hockey team after a winning game. The coffee cart they always picked up a coffee to go before lectures or study sessions or hangouts on the quad. The amazing smoothie bar that didn’t actually overcharge students and gave decent portion sizes. The little independent cinema that always smelled like burnt popcorn and only ever had two films running at one time. The Terriers ice hockey games in general. Even the yoga classes where Jake would maintain – and show off – his flexibility had become a no-go for her, which felt ridiculous the more she thought about it.

Gracelyn particularly avoided ‘their spot’ near the Hatch Shell along the Charles River, the place they’d gone to at least once a week for nearly two and a half years, unable to get all of the time spent relaxing there together out of her head, the time they would just sit and watch the world go by.

Two and a half years of friendship, gone with the wind – and she never expected to see him again. How was she supposed to cope with that?

She knew all of her friends worried about her, hated how she retreated into her shell throughout the whole of Senior year. Gracelyn did try to keep up her life as it had been before, going to parties like she used to, hockey games with her friends, but after a particularly awkward party at the hockey house in November, Gracelyn was done.

After a mild intervention before the winter break with Maddie, Luisa, Jenny, Chanel, and Daisy, following a couple of weeks of complete hermit behaviour, Gracelyn made a compromise – she would no longer go to parties or have anything to do with the hockey team, but would still go to everything else. She just couldn’t – she and Jake had always found their way together, talking off to the side away from the chaos of that side of her old social life, and for all the parties she’d attempted to go to in September to November, she’d struggled more than she’d expected – so that was her bottom line, it had to be a big no.

So life went on – Gracelyn went to all the fun campus events she used to, still went out for lunches and dinners and girls nights and all the things she’d always done with hers friends, but for her own sanity she had to stop the major things that she associated with Jake. It was the only way she was going to get through her Senior year, the only way she was going to get through her heartbreak that wasn’t even really heartbreak.

At least studying for her final papers, her final exams, gave her all the genuine excuses she needed not have that social side of herself any more anyway.

When it came to finishing off her final week of exams in May, Gracelyn was drained. She pushed herself to her limits, maybe even further than she should’ve done, andby the time she stumbled back to her dorm after her final exam, it was all she could do to collapse onto her bed into a much-needed nap.

It wasn’t until hours later that a gentle hand shook her awake, the smell of Thai food filling nose.

“Wakey wakey sleeping beauty, I’ve brought dinner,” Maddie grinned.

Gracelyn blearily opened her eyes, sitting upright with more difficulty than she expected, accepting the offered food with a thankful groan that just made her friend laugh. The two of them ate quietly, the open window giving them the ambience of campus, and Gracelyn found herself smiling as she relaxed for what felt like the first time in ages.

“You’ve finished your final exam now, right?”

Gracelyn just nodded, smiling through the noodles in her mouth, making Maddie laugh. She knew that her roommate had finished two days ago, seeing as Gracelyn’s exams were some of the last of all the Seniors.

“So…there’s a hockey house party tonight…”

Gracelyn stopped chewing, narrowing her eyes, to which Maddie just laughed and held her hands up in surrender.

“I know you haven’t been to parties all year. Not since…he left. But this is our last big blow-out, you know? And you shouldn’t let a dumb boy ruin the last big college party, right?”

Gracelyn huffed out a breath, setting her food down to the side, just running a hand through her dishevelled hair. Parties just hadn’t been the same since Jake left in Junior year, especially not ones at the hockey house – she’d stopped going to them for a reason.

But maybe Maddie was right. Jake wasn’t here. He’d left. She was still here and she was graduating and she shouldn’t let herself feel so sour when she’d worked so hard. Fuck it. This was her last week of college – she wasn’t going to hold herself back any more.

“I’m going to need to shower. And shave my legs. And I have no idea what to wear,” Gracelyn eventually said.

Maddie just squealed, clapping her hands together.

“Go and shower now. Shave everything. Leave the outfit to me and the girls. Tonight is going to be the best night ever, okay?” Maddie said happily, whipping out her phone, no doubt to text their friends of the plans.

“Can I at least finish my food first?”

Maddie just laughed, not even looking up from where she was typing.

So Gracelyn took a shower, shaved, primped, and dressed up in clothes she hadn’t worn in months. The girls all rallied around her while they got ready too, all chipping in with her hair and make-up, making her heart clench in gratitude for her incredible friends and their love. The evening, the party, was going to be the best, just as Maddie had promised. She could feel it in her bones.

She knew that a few of her former social crowd glanced at her in surprise as their group walked through the hockey house, but Maddie didn’t give her a chance to get self-conscious in the grey bodycon dress, pressing a shot of vodka and a beer into her hands with a big smile.

“We’re graduating, motherfuckers!”

Jenny’s whoop raised a loud cheer in the kitchen, more shots being passed around quickly, and it allowed Gracelyn to relax a little in the familiar atmosphere, almost like nothing had changed at all. The whole evening passed in a blur of dancing and drinking and laughter and beer pong, Gracelyn sinking into the support of her girlfriends to let loose, finally shaking off all the tension and stress of the past few weeks of exams. Of the past year, if she was being honest.

It wasn’t until after 1am that the group separated out a little bit, Daisy and Gracelyn on the makeshift dancefloor with the other scattered through the kitchen, bathroom and outside. The two of them sang along to the upbeat Megan Thee Stallion song, dancing free and wild, until a cute guy shyly approached Daisy, dancing with her briefly before whispering in her ear and making Daisy giggle. Then her friend looked over to her, and Gracelyn knew exactly what she was silently asking.

“Go! Go make-out!” Gracelyn grinned, shooing Daisy away teasingly.

Her friend just giggled and smiled her thanks, slinking off deeper into the crowd with the cute guy, making her smile. Why shouldn’t her friend have a little fun, hey?

Gracelyn moved out to the edge of the dancefloor and glanced around the room, trying to spot Maddie or Luisa or Chanel or Jenny, but the person her eyes landed on instead made her audibly gasp. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t here. How could he be here?

What the hell. What was he doing here? Why was he back in Boston, after all this time? Why was he here right now at the same party was her?

Was she dreaming?

Then Jake turned his head and spotted her too, smiling widely.

No this was definitely a nightmare. Gracelyn couldn’t move as he walked over towards her, and it was all she could do to force a smile on her face as he stopped in front of her, towering over her as he always had.

“Hey Gracie. It’s been a while.”

Yeah no shit.

His sweet smile and gentle voice still sent shivers down her spine though.

“What are you doing here?” she asked coolly.

“I wanted to surprise everyone. I know I couldn’t finish off my degree here but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to see everyone graduate.”

Wanted to surprise everyone? See everyone graduate?

Was he even going to tell her he was there?

Obviously not.

“Well it was nice to see you, Jake. Good luck next season,” she said, smiling politely.

The confused expression on his face, paired with his flinch at her tone of voice, almost made her defensive walls crumble down – but she’d made that mistake before, letting her guard down around him. Three years she spent letting him slowly take over her heart, and she knew that if she let him in one last time that she’d never recover. She just couldn’t handle it again.

“Gracie, wait,” he murmured, reaching out towards her.

Hearing her nickname fall from his lips was almost enough to stop her, but she stepped back ever so slightly out of his grasp, enough that his confusion turned to hurt.

“Goodbye, Jake,” she said softly.

And with that, she made herself walk off, heading straight for the kitchen, hoping to find someone, anyone, because by the time she’d steadied her breathing through the house, she was done. She was so done, with the hockey house, with the party, with the whole night. It was all she could do to force a smile on her face when she found a few of her friends in the kitchen – Maddie, Chanel, and Luisa – Maddie’s eyes immediately narrowing at her expression.

“Hey, I’m exhausted, it’s been such a long day. I’m going to head back to the dorms,” Gracelyn announced.

It was just past 2am now, so it wasn’t like she was being a killjoy. Chanel and Luisa booed teasingly, making her huff out a laugh, whereas Maddie just smiled sadly. Her best friend always knew how to read her mind.

“Do you want company on the walk back?” Maddie offered.

“No, no, it’s okay, please stay and enjoy the last hockey house party. The fresh air will do me good. Thank you though,” Gracelyn said, shaking her head.

She would always be grateful for Maddie.

“Brunch tomorrow, yes?” Chanel said, smiling as she pointed a taloned-fingernail faux-threateningly.

“Of course!” Gracelyn laughed, making the rest of the girls laugh too. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

With a round of hugs and the promise to text when she arrived back at the dorm, Gracelyn left the hockey house for the last time. She hated that tears were stinging at her eyes, closing yet another metaphorical and physical door, so she wasted no time in just starting to walk away, letting her feet guide her. By the time she’d managed to compose herself, she realised she’d somehow walked out to the Charles River, all the way down to her old spot with Jake near the Hatch Shell, and she just felt like crying for real this time.

Why here? Why now? Why did this have to be the ending of her college years?

She managed to blink the tears back as she sat down on their usual…old stone bench, just in time to hear footsteps coming towards her. Her heart clenched in her chest as she snapped her head in that direction, only to see Jake jogging towards her, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wild.

“Gracie! I was looking everywhere in the house for you. But when Maddie told me you left, I knew you’d end up here,” he said, breathless but relieved.

Maddie told him? That meddler. Gracelyn felt a lump rise in her throat at his words though. What did that even mean? What was he doing? Why did he even care?

“What do you want?” she asked, frowning.

 “I wanted to see you. Wanted to talk to you. I couldn’t leave Boston again without talking to you. It’s kind of perfect that it’s by our old spot – I can’t get the memories of this place out of my head.”

~

November 2016.

“We should take a photo,” Jake said suddenly, digging in his coat pocket.

“What?”

“To keep this memory, of finding ‘our’ place. Of you giving me the advice I needed. Of me making you laugh like that for the first time,” Jake explained, making her smile at his enthusiastic listing, “one of the guys bought a bunch of cheap polaroid cameras at the weekend and I still have one in my pocket.”

“Well in that case…” she teased.

Jake just laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulder, guiding her to lean into his body. Gracelyn just tilted her knitted hat-covered head to rest against his and threw up a peace sign, smiling widely as Jake raised the camera in his hand.

~

“Oh, well if you want to talk now, then go ahead!” Gracelyn said sharply.

Jake flinched again at her harsh tone of voice, looking even more confused than before.

“Why…what do you mean?”

“I haven’t heard from you in over a year. You stopped replying to my texts, you hurt me. But it’s all good now that you’ve shown up again and declared you want to talk, right? So go ahead. Talk. Tell me why you think you can just reappear in my life after leaving me alone,” Gracelyn said angrily.

The moment that the ranting words left her lips, she regretted them, even more so at the upset look on Jake’s face. Here it was, what she’d always feared would happen. She wished she could use the beer and shots as an excuse but she knew they were barely a factor after all of the dancing. She’d pushed too far this time. He was actually going to say goodbye for good. And why wouldn’t he? That’s what everyone else important in her life had always done.

Braced myself for the goodbye, 'Cause that's all I've ever known.

“I’ll never leave you alone again.”

His sudden words broke her out of her swirling thoughts.

“What?”

“I should never have left you behind, not without telling you how I feel about you.”

What the hell.

“Jake…”

“I have been such an idiot, Gracie. Such a coward. I remember how it felt sitting by the water here with you, letting the world pass by like nothing else mattered, like it was just you and me in our own little world. That first time we were here? I made you laugh, and your laugh was the best thing I’d ever heard. The smile you sent me after you’d stopped laughing made my heart beat like crazy. I wanted to kiss you right then and there, but I chickened out. Every time I looked at you after that, it was like the first time all over again. I don’t know when it happened, probably moments after I met you, but I fell in love with you a long time ago, and I wanted to tell you so many times. I should’ve told you, but I was so scared to ruin everything. Turns out me not saying anything ruined us anyway.”

His words washed over her like a wave, overwhelming in their honesty and emotion, and the more he spoke, the more Gracelyn felt like crying. This was how he felt about her? After all this time?

He was in love with her too?

He wasn’t saying goodbye?

“You loved me?” she managed to whisper.

Jake swallowed heavily but nodded, eyes starting to fill with hope. “Love. Present tense. I still love you, and I am so sorry for being too much of a coward to tell you last year. Am I too late?”

“Too late?” she asked, confused.

“Too late to have a chance with you?”

Oh.

Oh.

“Jake, I…I don’t even know what to say. I’ve spent this whole last year trying to repair myself after you left with barely a goodbye, and now you just…you want to give us a chance? Just like that?”

The guilt that washed over Jake’s face sent a pang through her body, but she stayed silent, waiting for him to speak. She needed to know. He needed to tell her.

“I know you’ve guarded your heart. I know it’s for good reasons. But we’re not going to make your parents mistakes, Gracie. I never want to go a day without telling you how much I love you. I don’t want to spend another day apart. I don’t know where I’ll be next season – I might start down in the AHL but it’s likely I’ll be called up again. But I’ve got to know…will you come with me?”

“To Texas? You want me to move in with you in Texas?”

Her mind was swirling, even more overwhelmed, her emotions choking up her throat as her jaw dropped slightly. That was the last thing she was expecting. Was this too sudden? Was she holding back for no reason?

“Shit, I shouldn’t be asking you that at 2.30am. I’m so sorry, so stupid,” Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re not stupid,” she said quickly, gently pulling his hands back down, “I just…it’s a lot? Let me think about it?”

“Of course. Whatever you need, I…”

He trailed off, an old familiar look of hesitance and self-deprecation in his eyes, enough to make her heart pang. Enough to make up her mind, at least a little bit.

“I love you too, Jake,” she murmured, smiling slightly as his breath caught in his throat, “I’ve loved you for longer than I care to admit. I was trying to build up my confidence to tell you but then it was too late, you know? When you left, and slowly stopped messaging me, it broke my heart. I know you were busy working your ass off in Texas and I am so proud of you for chasing your dreams…but it still hurt so much. I spent all of this last year essentially back in the way that you first met me, introverted and quiet – tonight was the first party I’d been to since November. But I still love you. I don’t think I could ever stop.”

As she spoke, she watched his face shift from happy to sad to devastated to hopeful. She’d missed how expressive he was, especially around her, especially because of her, even if it was terrifying to share all of her thoughts and feelings with him. Things she’d never said to anyone, not even her closest friends. But here she was, confessing everything, hoping that the tears slowly trickling down her face were the only ones she’d cry over him again.

Jake stayed silent for a moment, raising a hand to wipe away her tears, letting his hand cup her face briefly, just long enough for the warmth to seep through his skin to hers before he dropped his hand again.

“I’ll never be able to make up for making you feel like this for so long, I know that. But I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to start over, to finally start us as we should’ve always been. To show you how much I love you.”

It was everything she’d ever hoped to hear, over the three years they spent as friends and the past year alone. Was it enough? Could she trust him? Could she trust herself?

“I have no idea what I’m going to do with my life, Jake. I know I’m not moving back home, but other than that? I don’t have any job or career lined up yet. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life after brunch tomorrow with the girls. But maybe you can walk me home tonight…and we can talk tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can do that. I’d love that,” Jake said quickly, eagerly, “Maybe I could stay until after commencement weekend? There’s literally nowhere else I’d rather be.”

There’s literally nowhere else she’d want him to be either.

So she huffed out a laugh, nodding, heart starting to beat that little bit faster as he took one of her hands in his, threading their fingers together. She stayed silent as he stood up, hands staying linked as she stood up too, Jake just as silent as her. It was only when he lifted their joint hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand that she made any sound, a soft sigh of his name, just loud enough for Jake to hear.

It was his answering smile that gave her hope.

~

Do you remember all the city lights on the water? You saw me start to believe for the first time, You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

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[hourglass-dreams]

What your favorite song from Encanto says about you (AKA, what musical number broke your soul the most)

The Family Madrigal: If this is your favorite, you are probably the funnest person to be around. You are so passionate about the people and things you love and I adore that about you. You’re the kind of person to give your friends tours, share memories and stories about your family even when they didn’t ask for it. On the flip side, you often ignore your own problems because you feel inadequate. When anyone asks about you personally, you avoid the topic entirely and hide behind your upbeat demeanor. Remember, you are valid and it’s okay to share details about who YOU are.

Colombia, Mi Encanto: You are extremely passionate about where you come from and I adore that. Like the first one, you are super fun to be around and you just bleed positivity and light.

Waiting On A Miracle: First of all, I relate to you on a personal level. You’re often the outcast and feel left out of things that mean a lot to you. You don’t see your own potential or you feel as though nobody else does. You’ve always been underestimated and undermined so much that you have reached your breaking point. You try your best all of the time but no one appreciates it, and you’re sick of feeling useless because of it. You deserve love and appreciation just like everyone else. Let your voice be heard, you have so much to say and I’m sure the things that you express would help a lot of people including yourself. 

Surface Pressure: You need a hug, seriously. Like Luisa, you carry the world upon your shoulders and you put your entire soul into not showing any sign of being crushed by it. You work so hard for everyone else that you often forget about yourself, and your own limits. Even though you don’t express it, you wish that you could escape the expectations of reality and take a break so you don’t crumble. You feel like your worth is directly tied to what you can do for others rather than who you are as a person. You are a human, you deserve a break and relaxation. Let people help you as much as you help them, that doesn’t make you weak. Let the crushing weight gradually lay off you, I know it’s scary but trust me it is worth it. 

We Don’t Talk About Bruno: There are three possibilities for this. If this is your favorite, you probably just love the ordered chaos of this song and no matter how popular it is, you will always adore the song for what it is. The other option is, you know what it’s like to point fingers at people and not take accountability (This doesn’t make you a bad person, this just isn’t a good way to deal with your issues.). Now if this was the song that broke you, I am giving my heart to you. You know what it’s like to be the black sheep and to be blamed for everyone else’s problems. People have associated you with trouble and misfortune (or it seems that way), you feel completely demonized even when you haven’t done anything. You’re the person people talk about behind your back and it hurts so much that you isolate. Remember that even though it doesn’t feel like it, you are loved and respectable. Your mistakes don’t define you and you do not need to apologize for existing. 

What Else Can I Do?: Again, I relate to you a lot. You’ve spent your entire life being someone other than yourself in order to make everyone else happy and comfortable. You have a specific role to play though it is exhausting and unfulfilling for you, as long as the people around you are happy it’s okay. You desperately want to take control over your own life and live the way YOU want. You’re tired of feeling trapped and you deserve to break free from the mold that holds you captive. You deserve to let your guard down, make mistakes and be who you want to be. You don’t need to be perfect, imperfection is beautiful. 

Dos Oruguitas: You have such a big heart and it’s been ripped out of your body time and time again. When you fall in love, you fall hard and hold on tight so it can’t escape from you. You have been through so much pain and lost something that meant the world to you and it’s caused you to have a harsh grasp on what is currently in your life so it will never happen again. Though it is hard and it takes time, it’s okay to let go and allow yourself to heal and grow. 

All Of You: You are such a sweetheart first of all. Second, you’re the kind of person that helps bring everyone together. You are the person that people can go to when they need help. You have also reached a point where you are content with who you are along with others in your life. I applaud you for that!

#Encanto #disney encanto #encanto songs #WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO #all of you #waiting on a miracle #dos oruguitas #surface pressure #what else can i do #the family madrigal

[bridgetserdocksketches]

you ever just see someone and think "wow, they must give great hugs"

#luisa deserves all the hugs in the world #encanto #encanto luisa #luisa #luisa madrigal #encanto mirabel #mirable #mirabel madrigal #art #digital art #my art

[g-e-r-a-s-k-i-e-r]

Judging by the amazing response to my first set I thought you’d like some more so who’s ready for round 2

Have some more low quality shots of this anxious middle aged rat man because I just really cannot get enough

First up is the only scene we get just Abuela and her hijo before he disappeared, this tiny scene is just so gorgeously lit but what I love most about it is Bruno’s expressions 😭 Our boy manages to convey concern, fear, sympathy and resignation all in one and that narrowing of the eyes thing he does 😭😭

It’s fine Bruno, I’m fine. This is fine 🤯🔥

Not only have I watched him fall and get up a hundred times cause it’s just so damn hilarious but FGHJLDKGF I love what his hair is doing in this shot #hairgoalsevenwhenmessyitstilllookslit 😁

He’s literally just met his little nephew for the very first time and he just starts casually talking to Bruno like he’s known him all his life I mean what must be going through Bruno’s head in this moment can you imagine 😭 I have a lot of feelings about this one 😭😭 I mean I have a lot of feelings about this whole movie in general but

Antonio’s room is incredible but also the lighting of this beautiful shot omg someone give the artists an oscar or something for this also Bruno do you have to look so aesthetically pleasing you’re a fictional character dammit 🤯😭

Why do I find his serious concentration face so angsty omg I love it so much 😭

His nervous little wave right before his sisters attack hug him his nervous little wave right before his sisters attack hug him tho 😭😭😭

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

Just look at this soft AF look he gives Mirabel lookit his lil smile and his soft eyes JUST LOOK AT IIIIIITTTTT 😭😭

BONUS SHOT

He actually looks happy to see the townspeople coming to help them which is surprising in itself but also he’s trying to lean over Luisa so he can see them better and just look at the lil hopeful smile on his face *screams* 😭😭😭

How did I get here having all these emotions about a fictional character all I know is he has to be protected at all costs and he deserves the world ok 😭😭😭 I’m gonna go cry now

Screenshots taken and edited by me please don’t steal them!

#bruno madrigal #encanto #disney #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #the family madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal

[kaemaki-enthusiast]

Hey! Sorry for the request but could you possibly write a Luisa x protective female reader? If u cant it’s fine :)

hii!! and don’t be sorry!! i haven’t written for luisa yet so im rlly excited!! ❤️❤️

@isabelalaperfecta

mi angelita!

luisa madrigal (she/her) x protective!fem!reader

warnings: possibly aggressive reader ? i don’t think anything rlly

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thinks it’s sweet how your so protective of her

while she can defend herself, she likes the feeling of being protected, especially by you ❤️

calls you her angel

loves when you hug her, even if you reach her waist

omg cuddling with luisa ❤️❤️ cuddle sessions all the time!!!

introduced you to mira first, mirabel is very glad that Luisa has someone to defend her!!

you’re def the person to make Luisa take her much needed breaks, perhaps by bribing her with kisses and cuddles

hugging luisa but having your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist ❤️❤️

overall Luisa is amazing and she deserves a s/o who will defend her to the ends of the world

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hope you like it!!!

#encanto #luisa headcanons #luisa madrigal x reader #luisa madrigal #luisa encanto #encanto luisa #luisa x reader #🌜

[noodlenibblescribble]

Ok, time to share some scenes I would've liked to add to Encanto's story to add some extra kick to the angst of familial pressures and not feeling good enough.

I'll start with Luisa's music scene and how off-putting it felt for me. The other music scenes feel treated with respect, taken seriously, showing valuable imagery to get their emotional points across. Luisa's to me felt like Disney needed its quota of 'quirkiness' and so they have our girl sing about her understandable and heartbreaking problem with being labeled the 'strong' sister all while she smiles and dances with donkeys. Idk it just felt jarring to me and like such a missed opportunity for some stuff that could've hit me harder.

Like maybe they could've kept her 8n reality as she sang, doing the jobs around town as more people keep piling on her, and we progressively see her getting more and more tired, her reflexes getting slower to reacting to stuff (like a runaway cart coming their way). When she starts talking about wanting 'simple pleasures and relaxation' maybe her staring longingly at people her age hanging out, drinking, implying her isolation because her responsibilities keep her from having a social life. And as the music goes to its emotional drop, we see it cut from that to a memory of a time as kids where both her and her sibling (maybe Mirabel) got hurt as kids but the attention is on Mirabel and treating her while Luisa can only pick herself up and keep running to go help Abuela, trying not to cry as little her runs and goes by flashes of other memories of her doing work.

And then she's back in the real world, with renewed vigor finishing the jobs she was getting tired of, but with an anger behind her movements. The song ends as she shuts the door behind the last donkey with a harsh slam, and her shoulders quake not wanting to face Mirabel.

Mirabel I felt could've had a bit more to do with Luisa dropping her guard too, instead of Luisa hugging her first and telling her that maybe she has a problem. Something softer. Mirabel slowly hugging Luisa after the song as Luisa flinches and tries not to cry. Mirabel reassuring her that she's human and that she deserves a break and Luisa taking in a sharp breath and we see her MELT into her little sister's embrace. That'd be powerful, man.

.... OK next up, scenes I would've added to Bruno's past.

#encanto #encanto luisa #luisa #mirabel #surface pressure #encanto disney #disney encanto #familia madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #i love luisa and i listened to the song surface pressure before seeing the movie and i sincerely thought 'fuck yeah im gonna CRY from this #because i FEEL that as an older sibling but... her smiling... dancing with donkeys .. just... no it was not feeling like it had a purpose. #egh #feel like they did luisa dirty on the whole tbh. she has legitimate problems but #her crying felt like it was being made fun of #:'(

[justheretop0st]

What to give the Madrigals:

Alma

-She’d likely just want a relaxing day with her family

-After the events of the movie, she’d begin to appreciate these moments of just being.

-Learning to show her love to her family for who they are.

Julieta

-Instead of anything cooking related, please give this woman a new hobby to try.

-She’d love to learn how to burn wood. Or draw. A simple start to a new hobby and she would love and appreciate it.

Augustine

-No a emergency kit or homemade food isn’t what he would want or find funny. He gets plenty of help from his wife. Both healing and food wise.

-Rather, he’d love for some quality time with his nuclear family. He loves his Sobrina and Sobrinos but he would love to just spend time with his daughters.

-They’re growing up so fast. And he is proud of them.

Pepa

-An umbrella isn’t funny. A forecast isn’t funny. A thick coat isn’t funny.

-She just wants some sweets. Chocolate or even homemade poste de natas.

-She’d also like to know that if she gets teary at any handwritten notes from her children, that they’d stay with her through the rain.

Felix

-Whenever he sees his wife or family happy, he is happy. He is so in love that he doesn’t care if he does or doesn’t get any gifts.

-But if he does get any gifts, he will cherish anything he is given.

-Crude art from his 5 year old? Bet he will keep it. A hug from his 15 year old? He will cherish the moment. A loving note of all things heard and thought of him from his 21 year old? He recites them every day for encouragement.

Bruno

-Before he went into hiding, he loved spicy foods. The hotter. The better.

-During his time in the walls, he would sneak to try and find something quell his spice cravings.

-But he honestly loves whatever is given to him. He isn’t picky. He just loves his family.

Dolores

-Please just some silence. She is a woman now. She is allowed to be alone.

-She might feel guilty for a bit, but reassurance and blankets are greatly appreciated.

-She doesn’t want to spend the day listening to the towns drama or failed declarations of love.

-Mariano and her will celebrate with a date the next day.

Camilo

-He loves his family and he loves to entertain.

-He honestly just wants a part in his Tio Bruno’s telenovelas. Or even a host on one of the game shows.

-Like, please Tio. Just give him a part. He is willing to play whoever or he is willing to tell poor Geo the Rat that he’s lost the big prize.

Antonio

-He doesn’t have much reference for what valentines is aside from telling those you love that you love them.

-He is happy to spend the day drawing a picture and delivering it to those he loves.

-Mirabel? She gets a drawing of both of them riding his leopard. Mama and Papa? They’re all dancing in the sun. Camilo and Dolores? They are playing Hide n Seek.

Isabella

-She has everything she needs in the world. A loving family. An understanding family. But what does she want?

-She’d love some free time to find herself. Or perhaps the man of her dreams. Someone who isn’t perfect.

-Either way she would still gift her new Cactuses to everyone. Because they deserve her love.

Luisa

-She is able to relax. She does her work. She is strong and able. What does she need?

-Like her mother, she’d love a new hobby. She had spent her life building strength. So if anything, she’d love a delicate hobby.

-She would probably love cooking lessons. Or crafting lessons. Something to express herself better. Plus it challenges her.

Mirabel

-She has everything in the world. Like her sister, Isa. Relationships patched and restored and a loving family.

-While a gift from the miracle would be cool, but she honestly loves encouraging her family to grow their abilities.

-Isa? She wants to see her do more. Luisa? Wants to see if she can build her stamina as well as her strength. Dolores? Is she ever able to turn it off? Camilo? Let’s see him adjust size and proportions of people and even people that don’t exist. Antonio? He can understand animals and even command them. But can he draw into their sight?

-There is so much that she knows she can help her family with. Growing their gifts for fun or to help them is one thing, she will pride herself on.

#encanto #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #julieta encanto #julieta madrigal #augustine madrigal #Augustine Encanto #la familia madrigal #pepa encanto #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto felix #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #dolores madrigal #camilo encanto #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabella encanto #isabella madrigal #luisa madrigal #luisa encanto #disney encanto #dolores encanto #happy valentine's day #mirabel encanto

[witchofthemidlands]

encanto was wonderful. there are not enough words to describe how much i loved this film. it’s probably one of my favourite animated films of all time now, it’s so beautiful & the soundtrack is gorgeous. honestly i could listen to that soundtrack on a loop for hours. i loved the songs, i loved the characters. i cried a lot, honestly i sobbed in some places. it was perfect.

SPOILERS

i’m gonna start with asking for isabela madrigal’s hand in marriage 😍 no, but seriously, i adore her. i had a feeling that i would when i heard what else can i do before i went to see the film, but i just loved her so much & that scene with that song was just gorgeous.

i also would like to ask for luisa madrigal’s hand in marriage 😍. 😂 seriously her song slapped so hard. also i just loved her so much, i mean look at her 😍 the muscles 🥵 she’s so powerful & i loved how mirabel just gave her a hug.

antonio 🥺 oh my god, i teared up when he just wanted mirabel to hold his hand as he walked to his door. my precious son.

bruno!!! what an icon, i loved this dude. gender envy vibes istg. what a character. honestly i loved how he was a loving uncle to mirabel & adored his family to the point where he never left the house & the PLATE, THE PLATE 😭😭😭 i always thought that he was going to be a typical villain. the wicked uncle who tried to take the power & is some evil overlord which is why they don’t talk about bruno, but he wasn’t & i love that for him & i’m so, so happy that mirabel brought him home.

sobbed. i actually sobbed over abuela alma madrigal’s story with pedro madrigal. how they lost their home & how she lost him. that was one of the most tragic things i have ever seen in an animated film oh my god 😭

i honestly loved mirabel so much, she was an amazing protagonist, she was fun, sweet & kind & i hated how she was made to feel 😭 she deserved the world, she cared so much for her family. also forgive me if i’ve misinterpreted this wrong, but what i loved so much was how she didn’t? get a gift at the end. she was the gift she was just herself & that was enough. i loved how she helped the family rebuild their home & how she led them because they’ve all relied on their gifts since they got them & the magic of the house, but mirabel never had that so she’d always have to work things out for herself, so when the whole family were put into her shoes without their gifts, they rebuilt their home together as a family & with the town & i thought that was just so beautiful. it was a perfect film.

#encanto #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #kat’s thoughts 🍄 #encanto spoilers

[aliyien]

Okay I wanna get this off my chest

Luisa has been seen with a BUNCH of Atlas references.

1. Her room (I don’t know if I have permission to post, but Camille.Andre.art on Instagram has a photo of it from when she designed it)

Camille, the person who created Luisa’s bedroom concept said herself “I was trying to have her room reminiscent of the myth of Atlas carrying the sky”

2. ALMOST THE ENTIRE TIME DURING HER SONG??

Literally HOLDING the earth like Atlas does. Holding all these things. Just like who? ATLAS.

3. Her biggest stresser is having the carry everything. Every burden. Every problem. Everything. Her song covers this as well as her and in the movie.

4. Me, someone named Atlas, fell in love with her the moment I saw her in theaters. Literally as soon as I saw her hold the earth I freaked out and grabbed my friends hand, pointing at her saying “SHES LITERALLY REPRESENTING ME”!

(Reason 4 is a /j)

IN CONCLUSION!!!!

Luisa deserves a big hug and I think it’s insanely ironic how my name is Atlas and she’s the only fictional character I’ve become this attached to this quickly.

She’s my world who’s carrying the world. I just wanna cherish her forever. And take the world off her back.

#luisa my beloved #luisa madrigal #I’m so in love with this woman #I want to hold her #encanto

[starags]

The songs of Encanto after watching for the first time

SPOILER AHEAD (duhh)

#1 The family Madrigal

We’re happy family, nothing wrong here, why do you ask? I love this song cause It solves problem with remembering who’s who and what gift has.

#2 Waiting on a miracle

Mirabel deserves for all happiness in the world. (I’m adopting her.) Honestly, It was one of the saddest pieces. Watching Mirabel next to her family, but not really being part of them. And It seemed that she don’t really care about her not getting gift, but about her not being accepted in her family. I am adopting her and giving her all the hugs in the world.

#3 Surface pressure

The representation of women as big and muscular, I’m here for it! And okay – she needs a break, but why It feels like she feel less about Mirabel? And I hate polish translation of this one.

#4 We don’t talk about Bruno

I love you, Bruno and I know that all family really loves him and this song is one big excuse. They want to believe that it is Bruno’s fault, that he should leave. They’re so guilty about it. Probably one of my favourite in both – English and polish version.

#5 What else can I do?

(Sorry, I couldn’t find accurate pictures.)

The cactus broke me, the biggest what the heck ever. I’m actually start liking Isabell. Let it go vibes, but not really.

#6 Dos Oruguitas

Ladies and gentlemen time to cry! I love flashes of family members, who are hurt the most. Isabella and Luisa tried to look strong and show everyone (especially Alma) that everything is fine, while Bruno looked so scared and sad. Please give this man a hug. (I know it wasn’t exactly the part of the song, but man I was broken.)

#7 All of you

I love that one. It has so much love and warm in it. And Bruno reconnected with his family. Seeing his sisters and brothers-in-law accepting him so easily was super heart-warming. I wanted to cry. But I didn’t like the ending of the song, but that’s probably because I didn’t like the voice of this one polish actor and translation at all. Original is much better.

#disney encanto #encanto #encanto disney #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #isabela madrigal

[liz-is-short]

Comments and Questions about Encanto

This is for the first, about half, of the movie. These are just my little comments and questions about the movie.

Anyways...

Why is Mirabel still in the nursery? She deserves her OWN room...

Abuela watched the town grew and became so in her role she forgot that her family is growing. And one must nurture the growing.

"Shes the perfect golden child" Mirabel says this with longing. That's her dream.

Luisa is called to do things in the song "family madrigal" to do things. She doesn't get to show off when her name gets called. She's just doing chores. It HURTS

Accident-prone dad <3

Mirabel is called by Abuela when talking to the kids of the town and looking at Abuelas face HURT

Mirabel going to her kitchen because she feels at home their

Lets admit that

Maribel's parents actually care about her emotions. (will mention later)

Mirabel made decorations for each door but abuela's is the one that starts to burn to show the tension between them.

Antonio and Mirabel are VERY CLOSE

They literally shared a room.

"I wish you could have a door" NOT A GIFT. A DOOR

Camilo acting silly for his little brother to help him with his nerves

Abuela says the miracle was for US. The whole town. But somehow seems to forget about the family

"I can't" "I need you" feels

Mirabel is reliving what has caused her so much pain for her family. Even though her family is the one who caused her the pain.

Antonio's face when he realized he could understand the toucan is so :D

I seriously feel like everyone actually acts their ages. For reAL.

"A GIFT JUST AS SPECIAL AS YOU"- pain pain pain pain pain

did anyone notice Mirabel was missing from their first photo in Antonio's room???

Mirabel sings like she’s singing “family madrigal” until she feels like she can finally focus on herself. She can finally stop pushing away the growing pain.

“I can't wait another night up in my room waiting on a miracle, always walking alone, OPEN YOUR EYES,”

Just wait, “Open your eyes” and be able to see are mentioned A LOT

How often does mirabel go on the roof cause she looks like she’s been doing it forever

Casitas cracks are seen to hit Luisa and Isabelas rooms first, maybe indicating that's whats finally gonna break casita in some way (we’ll talk more about this)

“I healed your hand with-” *continues to love her daughter*

My BROTHER Bruno lost his way, not Bruno left the family.

Literally, girl loves climbing the roof and I'm sure Casita enables it.

If our miracle is dying, we cannot lose our home again, why is this happening, OPEN MY EYES (we haven’t even gotten to the next song and it’s being said)

Mirabel seems to understand Casita almost the most out of others in her family

THE ANIMALS SEEN TO MESS WITH THE THE VISION THING IS SEEN TO STEAL THINGS OUT OF AGUSTINS POCKET- poor man :’)

Luisa leaves the table as early as she can so she can do chores to help others. This honestly shows how she puts others before her

I'm sorry but UNDER PRESSURE - Perfection

CHOREOGRAPHY??? HELLOOOOO

"Who am I if I can't carry it all???" oh gosh, ouch. Does she nit feel worth if she doesn't overwork herself?

The unicorn donkeys is her inner child coming out that she had to suppress. Im being serious- STOP LAUGHING

COLORS, from the light colors into the red? that was really good.

Side note: I JUST REALLY LIKE HOW COLORS CORRESPOND WITH DIFFERENT THINGS SO THIS MOVIE MADE ME VERY HAPPY >:)

absolutely love that Luisa accepts the hug, and returns it with so much love.

And then she admits that she needs to take a break- which let me tell you, admitting things like that is HARD

Luisa deserves the world

Luisa

Why can't Casita control Bruno's room??? Is it because that's HIS domain in a sense? I've never seen Casita control stuff in other rooms.

She sings the family Madrigal while climbing up the stairs to remember that this is for the family that she is trying to save the miracle

bRunO, yOuR roOm iS tHe wOORsT

yeah, I have more but this is already a lot....

#encanto #encanto movie #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #my take #spelling errors #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno your room is the worst #i love this movie #obsessed? #definitely not obsessed #encanto my beloved #AHHH #:) #i love this so much #sobbing #im having too much fun #I cant wait to not talk about Bruno then talk about Bruno #also i read this article about how terrible the movie is and im still confused? #OH GOSH THE SECOND POST WILL HAVE THE ENDING AND ITS GONNA HURT #*sobs into hands* #this is my first post here and im kinda freaking out but oh well lols

[khaleesiofalicante]

OK I GOT 5 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT WHICH IS PRETTY OK IG (I did stay up to read the fic-) BOTH MY TESTS WENT LIKE SHIT, I HAD AN ANXIETY ATTACK IN PROGRAMMING CLASS BECAUSE BY TEACHER IS A LITTLE SHIT WHO KEPT ON YELLING AT ME WHEN I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING AND I SPENT LUNCH ALONE BUT AT LEAST NOW IM ALONE WITH MY LAPTOP SO YAYAYAYYA

first of all, this chapter right here is my comfort chapter from now on. i said what i said. I will be rereading it again and again just because i can. it was PERFECTION

here's me going crazy at 2 am yesterday.

MAGNUS' CHAPTER

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

AHHHHHHH IT'S THEIR ANNIVERSARY

SCREAM

oh

alec shaved his beard because it made him look older

RAFAEL WAS SO UPSET AFTER THE MEXICO ATTACK BECAUSE OF ANJALI RIGHT??

magnus and alec are the oblivious parents istg

“Are you decent?” Max yelled. “I don’t want to be traumatized again.”

“Hey! We agreed not to talk about that!” Alec yelled back.

Im not even surprised at this point

“Happy anniversary, bapa!” Rafael kissed him on the cheek and handed him the flowers.

“Where are my flowers?” Alec asked.

Rafael plucked a rose from the bouquet and threw it at Alec. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, son,” Alec mumbled.

IM WHEEZING

DAVID BAKES

“David made it,” Max said shyly. "

Oh,” Alec replied and then shrugged. “Well, the icing could be a little sweeter I think.”

Ever since Max started dating, Alec had become incredibly protective. Alec liked David of course – it was impossible to find someone who didn’t. But that didn’t mean Alec approved.

And it didn’t help that the blond boy was absolutely terrified of Alec.

ALEC STOP TEASING HIM

THE BOY IS ALREADY SCARED

“I don’t know,” Alec analysed the card. “David used too much glitter.”

“Since when do you have a problem with excessive glitter?” Max demanded.

ALEC

“I didn’t use him!” Max huffed. “He was thoroughly compensated for his efforts!”

“Compensated how?” Alec asked.

“Uh,” Max said. “With donuts.”

when i saw donuts i immediately thought of rose and luisa from jtv

iykyk

but should i continue the show? i got tired of jane continuously embarrasing herself

“You expect us to follow rules?” Alec asked in surprise. “In our own home? On our anniversary?”

The warlock boy grinned wickedly before leaning close to Alec.

“You better do it, or I will tell everyone about your secret,” Max whispered.

Alec blinked at that.

the secret...

I DONT LIKE HOW MANY THINGS POPPED INTO MY HEAD

is highschool musical that bad? i havent watched it. should i?

what if i cried

i just wanna hug alec??? but i cant say it'll be ok because it wont

“Is that why you are not attending?” Magnus grinned at his friend. “Or is it because you are terrified of Georgia?”

“That child is the reincarnation of Christopher Lightwood!” Ragnor complained. “I heard she made explosives out of demon ichor! Who makes explosions out of demon ichor?”

RAGNOR IS PROBABLY GETTING FLASHBACKS

THESE STUPID FUCKING BITCHES

how tf do you think we have survived huh??

medicine that's how

vaccines, anti biotics and what not

stop being close-minded and fucking do it

ok i know the risk is great

BUT OTHERWISE THEY ALL DIE

it was different for warlocks. The Shadow World was their universe. The nephilim kept it safe. At one point in their lives, they had learned to coexist with them, out of necessity and out of obligation.

And now here they were – working together in the name of friendship and love.

how things change...

what

say what

the causes are what

ok let's not jump to conclusions

im fucking crying wtf

alec doesnt deserve this shit

all he's done is make the world a better place

hes worked so hard on this

RAZIEL CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

what am i supposed to say to my parents if one of them comes to check on me and im sitting here crying at 2 am

He didn’t want to believe in a reality that would punish Alec. Alec who only wanted to do what is good and right.

Alec was who was losing his hope and strength every passing day. Alec who was struggling. Alec who was turning to desperate measures to cope with all the stress.

please alec

no please

THE ANGELS ARE BITCHES

Because if Magnus found out Raziel was the one causing all this pain for Alec, he would march up to heaven and set the bastard on fire himself.

AND I'LL GO WITH HIM

KNEW THE SPY WAS LIVVY

AWW RAGNOR LIKES SELENA THATS SO SWEET

blue and gold

STOP IT IM CRYING AGAIN

The shadowhunter was a good influence on him. Magnus hoped Alec would see it sooner rather than later.

HUH

HUHU

HUH

omg

GIGI GETTING A SIBLING

“Max isn’t allowed to do a lot of things,” Magnus chuckled. “But he does them anyway.”

thats my boi

GASP

]THE NECKLACE

rafael is growing into the consul voice

they grow up so fast

nope nope he's still the little 5 year old

voice cracking what do you mean he's 20

im glad hes happy with mila. or is he...?

Magnus had deduced as much. Alec lived in his beautifully oblivious world. But Magnus noticed.

He noticed the hickeys. He noticed the late-night visits. He noticed the tense phone calls.

well thank god there's at least one non-oblivious person (alec i love you so much but you are very very oblivious)

“What’s stopping you then?” Magnus asked.

"2554 miles,” Rafael chuckled sadly.

me with all my online friends

probably more miles

Magnus tried to do the math but promptly gave up.

me

But Alec did lie though. Magnus pushed the thought away.

NOT NOW

LET ME LIVE IN PEACEFUL OBLIVION

HUSH

“Except melt it?” Rafael chuckled.

“Yes,” Magnus chuckled back. “As you can see, the bar is extremely low in the Lightwood family.”

AHHIUCCDSKUHDCV

i have no clue what the words describing the outfit are

time to google

OK PRETTY

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of loving and Alec still made his heart stutter.

dont do this to me right now I WILL CRY

“What the hell?” Max exclaimed. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s my anniversary,” Alec chuckled.

Max-

Fifteen years. Fifteen years and Magnus still took Alec’s breath away.

HJCSDHJBJDHSGCDYGJVVC JHVDFYMJ

it's not funny MY EYES ARE WATERING

“Bapak is a good looking one in the family,” Rafael pointed out. “You are the chaotic one and I am the smart one.”

“What am I then?” Alec asked dryly. “A sack of potatoes?”

“You’re the sexy one,” Magnus grinned. “A sexy sack of potatoes.”

yes.

Alec grinned back and leaned forward. Magnus put his hands around Alec’s neck and kissed him. He kissed Alec with all the love he had inside his heart.

Just like the first time. Just like the hundredth time. Just like the thousandth time.

Because with Alec, every kiss mattered. Every single one.

muffled sob

“Stop making out, oh my god!” Max groaned.

Magnus sensed a pillow coming their way but Rafael caught it before it hit them.

“Max, stop!” Rafael scolded. “You will wrinkle dad’s suit and ruin bapak’s hair! I spent hours ironing both!”

why is max me when i see people display affection in front of me

ALSO RAFAEL HKUIUIDCSKIHUDFVHJDFVHU

“They are here,” Rafael said. “You two better look exactly the way you did when I left with Max or I will raise hell.”

IM SCREAMING

Selena was wearing a blue crop top with the words “MIND YOUR OWN UTEREUS” written in gold.

i need that top

DAVID'S SHIRT IS THE COLOR OF MAX'S MAGIC

AHH ISABELLE DOESNT KNOW SHE'S PREGNANT YET

The argument of “who gave the best gift” had started when Jace and Izzy had gotten drunk on vodka. It didn’t help that Alec had gotten drunk as well. All three Lightwood siblings had then proceeded to have an argument about who had the best spouse. The whole night had been drunken chaos. Magnus, Clary and Simon had let them have it since the Lightwood siblings had a tendency to carry the world on their shoulders even when nobody asked them. They rarely ever let loose ever since their worlds had plunged into sickness and demon attacks. Especially Alec. So, Magnus had let his husband be that 18-year-old boy again. The boy who got drunk and fought with his siblings and sang songs about Magnus’ pretty eyes.

OH MY GOD THE CHAOS

Georgia considered that. “I’m not allowed to melt it, right?”

“No,” they all replied in chorus.

LET GIGI MELT IT

SELENA IM SO PROUD OF YOU

“Dad,” Max said. “Can you keep a picture of me wearing this necklace in your office?”

“Why?” Rafael asked.

“I think it will piss off the boomers,” Max giggled.

“Nice!” Lexi grinned. “A downworlder wearing a shadowhunter heirloom? They will lose their heads. Uncle Alec, you must do it.”

“I will do you one better. I will hang a tapestry,” Alec chuckled.

YASSS I CANT WAIT FOR THE SHADOWHUNTERS TO BE PISSED

AWW THEY DIDNT KNOW THE NECKLACE USED TO BELONG TO MAGNUS

he actually gave to camille first-

Why couldn’t this boy just cause chaos during his travel year like the rest of them? Why did he actually study and do his research as recommended?

why would you NOT study and research during your travel year????

oh shit

well well well

david bby stfu

i love you but pls stop speaking for all our sakes

“Holy shit,” Max said. “It is expensive then!”

“Don’t pawn the ruby!” Rafael warned.

MAX NO-

OH THE STONE COMES FROM EDOM

oh no

pls dont fight

oh so i was wrong about magus confronting him from that snippet

all you need to know is im sobbing right now and grammarly is the only thing making this coherent

dont mind me just

NO I FORGOT ABOUT MAX AND DAVID

GET BACK IN THE ROOM YOU IDIOTS

don't do this to me at 3 am

OK THE DILF PART

thank you for adding light into my life again

(me while editing this: today really isn't my day huh? i just slipped in rainwater outside my balcony because I heard rain and ran there. now my knee and back hurt and I think I sprained (?) my toe-

ANYWAY

wait im gonna go check out the rain and then continue editing this

ok i got bored of the rain)

that made me laugh through my tears

“Objectively good looking?” Jace snorted. “Excuse you, but my parabatai is smoking hot! He is a freaking prize, okay? If we had a magazine for hot shadowhunters, you would be on the cover page. Every single issue.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Alec interrupted. “Magnus, are you happy? Now all my friends have told me I am pretty.”

“I said smoking hot,” Jace corrected.

“We are not being biased,” Clary pointed out. “It is the general consensus, Alec.”

“It’s true,” Lexi said. “So many people have asked me for your number, Uncle Alec. And I would have given it to them if I wasn’t worried about being turned into a marshmallow.”

LEXI DUHDUGHUDFCUHKVDFUIKFDU

“Dad, I don’t know why you are so worried,” Max said in a bored tone. “You’re a told DILF.”

David choked on his champagne and Jace patted him on the back.

“What the hell is a DILF?” Alec demanded.

“Oh, I know this one!” Jace said excitedly. “It means Dashing and Irresistible Looking Father. Max is right, you are a total DILF.”

“Mr. Herondale-” David raised a hand.

“I heard one of the shadowhunters in their travel year calling me a DILF too,” Jace said proudly.

THAT IS NOT WHAT DILF MEANS OH MY GOD

“It’s not a rumour,” Selena spoke up and passed her phone. “There is a group chat at Scholomance just to thirst after you.”

add me to it

ALL THE COMMENTS I CANT BREATHE

“Alec Lightwood can run me over with a Maserati and I would thank him.”

“Give me that,” Izzy grabbed the phone and started giggling. “Petition for Consul Alec Lightwood-Bane to stab me with his mortal sword.”

“Isabelle!” Alec hissed, cheeks flaming. “Stop it!”

“I want one!” Jace grabbed the phone now. “By the Angel!”

“Read it!” the kids yelled in chorus.

“I would gladly let Consul Lightwood-Bane inspect my mortal instruments,” Jace chuckled and threw the phone at David.

David shook his head vehemently and threw it at Max.

“My body is just a hole for Alec Lightwood,” Max read out loud and started laughing so hard that he fell off his chair.

Lexi grabbed the phone and giggled. “I want the Consul to strip off my runes among other things.”

She passed the phone to Gigi, who looked at the phone and look at Alec.

“Uncle Alec,” the girl said. “This person wants you to crush them with your massive archer arms.”

“Give me that,” Rafael grabbed it now. “Aw, this one is a classic, dad. Alec Lightwood turned me gay.”

He threw the phone at Simon, who stared the screen and looked up. “Uh, I don’t think I can read this one out loud in front of the kids.

“Is this the one about the basement?” Selena chuckled and Simon nodded.

WHAT'S THE BASEMENT ONe

TELL ME

AWW GIGI AND LEXI PUTTING MAKEUP ON DAVID AND MAX RECORDING IT

google translator time

oooo Rafael's gonna talk with Mila

Magnus you're such a good father

seriously

“Sometimes things are just sad. So, you need to let yourself be sad.”

YES

SAY IT LOUDER

THEY ARE UNDER THE BED

AHHH MAX AND DAVID

DAVID CALLED HIM MY ANGEL IN FRENCH

Alec and Magnus hiding under the bed and spying on them is just-

Jace had tried to give Max the shovel talk and had gotten a little too emotional.

of course, he did smh I love him so much

“David doesn’t need a shovel talk,” Alec smiled. “He knows what would happen to him if he hurts my son.”

David gulped. “You will throw me into the silent city?”

“I will ask me husband to portal you to hell,” Alec said – Consul Voice. “We have relatives there.”

the beloved relatives yes

“Goodnight,” Jace gave them a salute. “Have fun inspecting Magnus’ mortal instruments.”

JACE

OH SO THE QUESTION WAS ABOUT SMOKING

damn it

oh my god guys he said he'll stop smoking

just lemme have this moment

my boy's lungs will be intact

HIS LUNGS WILL BE OK

“I can’t wait to see all the messages on the chat after that,” Magnus giggled.

Alec looked up. “I’m more than a tall glass of water, Magnus!”

SCREAMING

In his dream, he saw them again. But they weren’t smiling this time.

what

wait

THE PROPHETIC DREAMS

nope nope nope

Nah I don't know what you're talking about

haha

damn, I think I really hurt my back...

OK BUT THE IMMORTALITY ANGST???? WAS SO SO GOOD???? I know it makes me cry but is it bad that I'm always so excited for angst written by you because of HOW GOOD it is????

"When I die I will love you from my grave" I NEED THIS ON MY FOREHEAD OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE TWO SO SO MUCH

alright I need to get something for my back and my knee (I'm home alone so this will be fun)

OK, I THINK THE NEXT CHP WILL BE ANJALI'S POV I JUST FEEL IT!!! I miss my girl so much I hope she's doing ok. Jaime too...

I'm rereading all of these chapters after chapter 10 because why not. Bye!!

OKAY I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BUT I AM ALSO DEEPLY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.

I hope your knee and back feels better soon!

also fuck that teacher yelling something doesn't make people understand it any better ugh dumb piece of shit anyway screw that person.

I hope you get some good rest and recovery from this rollercoaster of a day.

Take care!

#lbaf

[its-tortle]

sheeeeee's 20!!!! big hugs from across the world, happiest of birthdays sweet luisa! you deserve all good things my dear i hope you're safe and well <3 xx

🥺💕 thank you so much, teesha!! this is such a sweet message. i hope you're well and i am hugging you right back <3

#ahhh #you are too nice #tortle answers #tortle turns 20!

[andromourir]

Fail By Design (Chapter Six)

Contemplation

ao3 - ff.net - wattpad

Summary: “Do you remember,” Dolores' hoarse voice broke through the silence. “Do you remember why we decided not to tell him?”

(chapter one) - (chapter two) - (chapter three) - (chapter four) - (chapter five)

Closing the door behind her, Isabella’s mind was racing.

How did it all come to this?

Growing up wasn’t easy, per say, but every family has their roles, and Isabella’s was the easiest. Máma had been in charge of everyone’s health, a healing mother figure to all that talked to her. Her pápa supported his wife; a man who complimented her in every way, a silent supportive figure whose advice was usually on point. Tía Pepa and Tío Félix, a cluster of wild emotions and the only one who was able to calm her rampant mind. Her role as the oldest was often one viewed with envy, her powers of beauty and perfection matched with every flower she grew. Isabella was well aware of her sisters and cousins opinions, being a “perfect golden child”. Dolores was born months after, her ears picking up every word, contrary to her silence. Then Luisa’s role of a strong protector, someone who ran herself ragged in an attempt to be useful, carrying burden upon burden. And then came her youngest sister, “the giftless one”. Before the collapse, Isabella tried not to pay too much attention to Mirabel, her ceremony shocking the community and family, fear invading them like a vine of ojo de poeta, choking them in the lack of air.

But then there was Antonio, who’s ceremony became a catalyst for the following events. Nearly sixteen years younger than her, even more quiet than Dolores. A fortune that proved their fears were all for nothing, all until Mirabel’s revelation.

And of course, Camilo. In an attempt to block out all prior memories, in addition to not spilling secrets that were not her own, she tried to ignore him as well, taking his teasing with a grain of salt, using her powers to draw him away.

But now she sat in her room, Dolores curled up on her bed beside her, and for once she didn’t know what to do. Her entire world was turned upside-down, twice in less than a year.

“Do you remember,” Dolores' hoarse voice broke through the silence. “Do you remember why we decided not to tell him?”

And she could. Isabella remembered the year that Bruno left, the pressure settling heavily onto their shoulders. Her hand intertwined tightly with her cousin’s, locking eyes and promising that it wasn’t their business.

After a moment, she responded, “Would it have ever changed anything? He already knew, when we assumed that he forgot. He was too young for the memories to remain, and we understood it wasn’t our place. We had our obligations, Dol. It’s not our fault.” That much was true. She could try to justify it to herself: she was the most removed from interaction with Camilo. But Dolores was pretending to be his sister for years. It wasn’t her place.

“We’re the oldest, Isa! We should have known that it wasn’t fair!” Her cousin’s movement distracted her, red-rimmed eyes locking with her own. “We’ve been aware of the truth for years. Even if he didn’t remember, was it not still our fault? Keeping this secret has been tearing me apart, he deserved to know the truth. At the very least, we could’ve told him and kept it from our parents!”

Isabella sucked in a breath. She didn’t know how to respond. Camilo’s revelation had stunned them all, the words he had spat, malice falling around them similar to the wood and brick of their home only months ago. That cloud of dust was suffocating them, threatening to ruin the dynamics once again. Try as she might, the roles she was so used to were slipping through her fingers, everything collapsing once again.

When Mirabel had come to her, seemingly in a rush to hug her and to forget their past, Isabella’s world had halted for the first time. Hidden anger had rushed through her veins, and from there sprouted the first unintentional, the first ugly, non perfected plant, changing the way she thought of everything. Her freedom had been chained to her since birth, perfection to please Abuela. Dolores had been caught on the same thorned vine, silenced for her entire life.

Thinking more upon it, Luisa was the end of that chain, heaving the leftover burdens in an attempt to let their younger siblings be free from the oppressive duties, unknowingly failing all the while.

However, Isabella’s freedom, the lock had made Mirabel a key, revealing magic as a steadfast opposition. She now could do what she wanted, and struggled with the idea that perhaps, it had all been for nothing. She’d been delusional to think the idea that the chains ended with the restoration of their gifts, but instead the publicization of Bruno’s ties to Camilo had locked them together once again.

Her closed door mirrored the resounding slam of Bruno’s, the secret locking away in her heart, cloning in Dolores and Camilo’s own.

Her freedom resulted in newfound abilities and a peace of mind.

Dolores' freedom resulted in an open heart, forced silence dissolving with every smile and laugh, speaking more and more by the day.

Camilo’s freedom, though, was found through cutthroat words. Vile accusations thrown towards the people he thought were family.

.

.

“I don’t know anymore, Dol. I really don’t know.” The monotone words were met with Isabella’s conflicting expression.

The air grew quiet, both women lost in their own thoughts.

Dolores was used to it, noise consuming her waking moments, but now instead of the calm, it brought heartache and countless questions upon her.

“The way we grew up,” Her words were caught in her throat. “Was this destined to happen? Were we the reason it resulted in this?”

And it was something to consider. Isabella’s mask, Dolores’ silence. It very well could have played into Camilo’s upbringing, the silence contrary to her mother’s outward emotions, the mask contrary to Mirabel’s outgoing personality.

If Camilo had been able to hide for that long, who was he? Did he truly enjoy anything that was portrayed, or was it all part of his charade?

He would’ve progressed through the years, recognizing that the truth was shamefully buried deep inside of those who knew. Camilo was never naive, his character influenced by the conglomeration of everyone’s masks and untold silences.

Her own duty, contrary to Isabella, felt less clinical. She was the second eldest; the pressure still weighing down on her, but for a different reason. Dolores could remember the first time she repeated a secret at the dinner table, how the woman who had received a prophecy earlier that day, was complaining to her neighbours about how Bruno only prophesied with disappointing endings. The startling silence, the widening of eyes, the drawn-in shaking shoulders of her tío.

Later that night, Abuela made the ultimate decision that she should never repeat a word of anything that she hears.

Her new role became a secret keeper, overhearing overwhelming conversations that never passed her lips. Never making eye-contact with those whose anger heated words shocked her, never contacting those whose everlasting nightmares make their way into her own. Her own family’s discussions: how was the mantle going to be passed, what would they do with Mirabel, do they need to put a stop to Camilo’s act? Who was going to marry Luisa? Who was going to marry Isabella? Herself? Antonio needs to interact with others more.

These were secrets that she could never divulge in. Her role has always been “Do what I say, or go along with it” in her abuela’s eyes, and she did. She just went along with everything, entirely complacent with the situation at hand.

The words she wanted to spill to the boy she viewed as her brother wouldn’t pass her lips. How do you explain to someone that she didn’t mean to mislead him, she was just as uncomfortable being dishonest, yet she hadn’t been sure how to form her thoughts into words.

If there was one thing Isabella and her had in common, it would be this. Both women attempted to ignore those thoughts in an attempt to make them go away, hating confrontation and using procrastinating as their favourite excuse.

Over and over, Dolores keeps on repeating that, until it sounds like the truth to her, covering up truths like she was putting out fires, the last thing that she wanted was for Camilo to think she was a liar, but isn’t that exactly what happened anyways?

In her attempt to possibly protect him, she’d only made the situation worse, not to mention her words of, “I knew he never left, I heard him everyday,”, the dejection on his face that she had overlooked. How much did he resent her now? If it was anywhere near Camilo’s loathing of Abuela, Bruno and her mother…she would have a lot of work to do.

But she didn’t know where to begin.

Isabella didn’t know where to begin.

The consequences of being the eldest sisters would always be faced with crumbling pressure of familial secrets, and in an effort to protect their siblings, it all fell apart.

.

.

chapter seven

#emi writes #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #papa bruno au #encanto #encanto fanfic #fail by design

[c-nan]

Buffy summers

Thank you for the ask honey 💕

Favorite main character who?? 👀

Favorite Thing About Them: HER PUNS!! She is so fucking funny, she never fails to make me laugh. canNOT get over “myth-taken.” Not only that but she is an absolute badass and very strong. She takes shit from nobody. She’s very loyal and will do anything for and to protect her friends. She is also very resilient?? When she says “me” in Becoming Part 2 is 😩👌 and her whole battle with depression and all the shit handed to her is so inspiring and empowering and yknow if she can get through stuff AND stop apocalypses I can get through my stuff <3 and let us not forget her dorkiness. Searching up “evil” on Google and balancing the pencils on her forehead and giving an inspirational speech in sushi pajamas it’s just all so wonderful and she deserves the entire world.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: Homegirl wont let herself take a break 😩 Despite what society (and my mom no matter how hard I fight her on it) says, hero’s are allowed to take a break. Watching s7 is so hard bc she needs some damn rest and she is not letting herself have it. Also I can’t let her get off with having sex with Riley without me saying something bc, girl, you could so so much better than him.

Favorite Line: “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” Literally so true, Buffy. I love how she says that’s the hardest thing about life and not like, idk, fighting glory or vampires or anything. Like, she’s so real. She knows what’s up. She gets it and I think that’s amazing but also sad that she does get it. Anyway that didn’t make any sense but yeah😅

brOTP: Buffy and Willow and Xander. The original scoobies my beloved. They have their problems but literally looking at any picture of them or seeing them hug and that scene in the last episode in the school never ever fails to make me feel and cry and I just love them so much and they mean the world to me.

OTP: this is hard bc I don’t really have any strong feelings towards any ships pertaining her. I love her not bc of any ships she’s in. My top three fave is fuffy, bangel, and spuffy (in that order)

nOTP: Buffy x Giles. Literally that’s so disgusting, he’s literally her dad. Wtf.

Random Headcanon: after the finale, she went to the next hellmouth with the gang and became Gile’s librarian assistant, and she lived happily ever after and went to therapy. (I really don’t have any big headcanons for her bc I suck at headcanons lmao I just love her and want her to be happy)

Unpopular Opinion: y’all aren’t gonna like me for this one but I don’t think she deserved Spike. She really didn’t treat him good at all and for all of s6 she used the fuck out of him. I liked spuffy in s7 and that’s the only redeeming part of the ship imo (and this is not me saying Buffy isn’t wonderful and amazing and perfect I’m just pointing out what I see. Spike deserved someone who loved him/was obsessed with him as he was)

Song I Associate With Them: SURFACE PRESSURE BY JESSICA DARROW FROM ENCANTO!!! Literally I cannot listen to that song without picturing Buffy. It’s literally her. She and Luisa would be besties for life.

Favorite Picture of Them:

God it was so hard to find a picture of her literally does she even smile she’s not even smiling here BUT LOOK AT HER IN HER SUSHI PJAYS LOOKING ALL DETERMINED. Her little arms just at her side she is just so cute and god I love her

#Buffy is the best character in the whole show no one can change my mind #thank you so much!!💕 #character ask game

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Sending you a character~

How about...her.

Also: ♾

First impression: must... protect... deserves the world...

Impression now: same but now haha i relate to her an unhealthy amount we both need hugs 🙃🙃

Favorite moment: either when she's with Antonio underneath the bed and they have their little heart-to-heart, or when she's with Bruno as he's having his vision in Antonio's room! Also the entire scene between her and Alma at the river!

Idea for a story: Mirabel makes a new dress for Isabel, and Luisa joins them, and they get some long-deserved sister bonding time!

Unpopular opinion: While I do love the "Mama Mirabel" AUs that have been popping up, I don't like that a lot of them pit Mirabel and Pepa against each other, and make Pepa out to be a terrible mother. I see Mirabel more as a sister figure to Antonio rather than a mother figure, and I will die on the hill that Pepa adores Mirabel with her entire heart.

Favorite relationship: (these are all platonic obvi) Mirabel and Antonio (i've said so many times why i love their relationship), Mirabel and Bruno (just... best tío and sobrina duo), and Mirabel and Camilo (even though we don't see much of them, fanfics have me convinced these two thought they were twins for the longest time)

Favorite headcanon: she's the main seamstress for the familia and most of the town, and things like Pepa's headband, Julieta's apron, and Dolores' bow were all made by Mirabel!

and song:

"Thnks fr th Mmrs" by Fallout Boy

"but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life"

#antonio madrigal #do not tag ANY of this as ship #can't believe i have to still say this but yeah