#tia Victoria

[dragoneyes618]

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if a Rivera besides Imelda had died first.

I think it can be presumed that Imelda died first and was very not pleased to see Héctor, so after being rejected by her a few times he gave up and focused all his efforts on getting over the bridge to see Coco. (The miscommunication here gives me a headache every time I think of it.) This was all probably before the other Riveras died, since they show no sign of recognizing him when they see him make a run for it. (The twins would know who he is, but that’s a different story.)

But what if Imelda hadn’t died first? What If someone else had?

Suppose it was, say, Victoria.

We don’t know anything about how Victoria died; all we know is that it was not of old age like her mother and grandmother; she must have died decades before Coco did, given how much younger than Elena she looks.

So suppose, whatever she died of, she died a few years earlier, even before Imelda, and was the first Rivera to enter the Land of the Dead except Héctor. She’s at the Department of Family Reunions, and they ask her for the names of her family so they can reunite her with anyone who’s dead, and so that they’ll have her on file to greet her living family whenever they arrive.

As far as Victoria knows, she doesn’t have any dead family members (unless there’s people from Julio’s side of the family), but she lists everyone she’s related to anyway, because of course she wants to be able to meet her mother and father and sister when they arrive, so they won’t arrive alone, not like she is. And they take all the names she’s written down and see if any of those names, or her own name, have appeared on any other list.

And lo and behold, someone notices that Victoria listed Socorro “Coco” Rivera as her mother and Imelda Rivera as her grandmother, and that Héctor Rivera who tries to jump the bridge every year listed Imelda as his wife and Coco as his daughter. So they send some people over to find Héctor wherever he is (since Imelda and the twins are still alive, and Coco’s still healthy, he’s probably not forgotten enough to be in Shantytown yet, even though he’s never had an ofrenda) and tell him that his recently deceased granddaughter is waiting to meet him.

Héctor is, well, shocked. He’s excited to find out that he has a granddaughter, he’s grieving to have that granddaughter join him before her time, and he’s shocked to have a granddaughter in the first place.

Logically, Héctor knows that it makes sense that he has a granddaughter. But he still pictures Coco as three or four years old, and he hasn’t seen her since. It’s one thing to know, in theory, “Oh yeah Coco’s probably married with kids by now,” and quite another thing to meet one of his daughter’s daughters. Especially when that granddaughter is older than he is. Especially when that granddaughter is older than he remembers his daughter being.

Victoria doesn’t have a very good opinion of her grandfather, of course. All she knows about him is that he’s the man who left his family behind for some stupid musical fantasy, breaking his wife’s and daughter’s hearts.

But she didn’t know he was dead. Her grandmother is still alive and well; why should her grandfather be any different?

And if he had died, well…he’d never bothered to contact any of them in life, but shouldn’t someone have contacted his family upon his death? Or, if he’d never deigned to even speak of them, well…if he was a famous musician, shouldn’t his death have been announced in newspapers and on the radio? Victoria was barely more than a toddler when the famous Ernesto de la Cruz died, but she remembered people talking about it in the shoe shop, before her grandmother had snapped at them to buy a pair of shoes or leave.

And he’s so young. It’s not immediately obvious at first, but as she sees him move around, movements at once awkward and excited, she realizes it. He has a full head of dark hair; his movements are spry and agile, and his voice is the strong voice of a young singing man.

“So you’re my…my granddaughter?” Héctor asks, stumbling over the words.

“Apparently,” Victoria says, folding her arms and glaring at him.

Surprisingly, he laughs. “Ay, you look just like mi vida when you do that!”

She blinks.

“Imelda,” he explains. “She used to give me just that look - never mind. Tell me, how is she? How is Coco? Are they all right?”

“They’re…fine,” Victoria says slowly, disconcerted by the intensity of his questioning.

“I was so worried,” he says. “I never got to see them, you know, they never put my photo up. I was worried that something happened to them, but they never came here, so I knew they must be all right…Do you know if something happened to my photo? We took one as a family when Coco was a baby, you know, and we took extra good care of it. I remember the boys were upset because we didn’t let them be in it.”

“The who?” Victoria asks. However she imagined her grandfather, she definitely didn’t imagine this man who asks earnestly about the welfare of his family, saying his worries and fond memories in one breath.

“The twins,” he explains. “Oscar and Felipe, your…wow, I guess they’re your great-uncles now. Wow. I can’t believe it. It’s been so long…”

His face falls.

“So Coco’s your mother?” he asks. “I can’t believe that too. Do you have any siblings? Wait, who did she marry? Who’s your father?” Without giving Victoria a chance to answer he rushes and rambles on. “I want you to tell me everything, please. About you, and your family, and how Imelda is - she’s nearly seventy by now, isn’t she? - and about your father and mother. I can’t believe Coco’s married. I wish I could’ve been there. I used to dream about what her wedding would be like. I still do sometimes. I never got to see her all grown up and beautiful - I know she has to be beautiful if she looks even a drop like Imelda - being courted by some young man - I know Imelda would never have let anyone but the best even consider marrying Coco - ay, I wish I could have been there. I died when Coco was only four, I never got to see any of this.”

“You what,” Victoria says.

No, I haven’t spent all day thinking of this. I’ve spent all of last week thinking of this.

I also have a scenario in mind with the twins but I’m not typing it now because this is quite long enough.

…I have a new fic idea now.

#coco #pixar coco #hector rivera #coco pixar #victoria rivera #tia victoria

[invisibleraven]

"I bought this for you, it's your favorite color" for Tía Victoria and anyone/ everyone, the chat was inspiring lol

This is 100% inspired by @jmrothwell and her amazing Yarn Store Au post, and the equally gorgeous moodboard she just conjured up for it.

When Victoria Alvarez twisted her ankle and had to give up Pilates for a bit, she found herself in need of a hobby. For some reason she decided to take up knitting, despite having no idea how to do so. She tried on her own for a bit, even had Julie queue up a few videos, but even then she couldn't get the hang of it, and decided maybe the employees at the local yarn store might have some tips for her.

"So how was the yarn store?' Julie asked when she came back, scrubbing at the dishes since it was her turn to do them.

"Very helpful actually!" Victoria exclaimed. "I learned a lot, Reggie was really patient with me, and he taught me a few tips."

Flynn snickered. "Reggie."

"It's his name! He was very nice and accommodating," Victoria insisted. "He can't help what his name is Flynnigan."

That shut Flynn up, even as Julie tittered at her girlfriend's comeuppance. "Well I'm glad you got the hang of it tia, you'll have to knit us something when you get good."

"You're more than welcome to take it up yourself," Victoria offered. "I can teach you or bring you to the store yourselves."

"Maybe," Julie mused. "I would like to make one of those cat ear hats."

"As long as you don't knit me a sweater, we're golden," Flynn replied. "I heard there's some sort of curse with sweaters."

"I'll ask Reggie next time I go back," Victoria said with a wink. "Can't have you girls cursed after all."

According to Reggie, apparently there was a curse, and cautioned them against making a significant other a sweater if they wanted to stay together. At least that was what Tia reported after her next visit to the yarn store, returning back with a small dishcloth for each girl, and a half finished scarf.

A few weeks later, Julie and Flynn were hanging around the Molina household once more when Victoria came in again, handing them each a small bag from the yarn store. "I bought this for you, it's your favorite color," she said as she handed them over. Inside each was a set of knitting needles, and a skein of yarn; purple for Julie and a bright orange for Flynn. "I told Reggie all about you, I think you two should meet him."

Flynn and Julie exchanged looks, neither of them had any interest in meeting whatever middle aged guy who worked at a yarn store. "Gee thanks tia," Julie said, though her voice was less than genuine. She did break out the yarn and started figuring out how to begin while Flynn did some hand knitting, being less adept with the needles.

Neither one of them thought about Reggie any more after that. Well not until Tia offered to bring them to the mall later as long as they accompanied her on a few errands first. "I'll even spot you lunch money," she enticed, so the girls agreed.

Sure errands weren't exactly exciting, but it meant they didn't have to take the bus, or worse, bike, and Julie genuinely did like spending time with her aunt. Every so often she would tell them stories of her time in Puerto Rico, of trouble she and Rose got into, her various jobs before ending up as a social worker.

"Last stop is the yarn store!" Tia exclaimed as she parked in front. "Do you girls want to come in?"

They shrugged and decided why not. Julie hadn't really gotten the hang of knitting, but Flynn turned out to be pretty good at the hand knitting thing, having made them both cute headbands which they were sporting from the yarn Victoria had bought them.

Inside smelled a little musty, and there was wall to wall yarn. Plus another wall full of various needles, as well as crochet hooks and other crafty supplies. "It's kinda underwhelming," Flynn commented.

"What were you expecting to see the sheep the yarn came from?" Julie snarked.

Flynn shrugged. "I mean, that would be way cooler than... this."

"It's not the most glamorous place, it's true."

The girls turned around to find a guy their own age standing there. A very very cute guy, with dark swoopy hair, a bevvy of golden freckles across his face, and jade green eyes. He had a faint blush to his cheeks as he sent them both a crooked grin. The girls clutched at each other's hands-woof that smile could make your heart go double time. And well, they had an agreement if they ever found a third...

"How can I help you beautiful ladies today? I'm Reggie by the way."

"Wait, you're Reggie?" Flynn shrieked.

He chuckled and ruffled his hair in the back. "Yeah, Reginald Peters, at your service." At that he gave a mock bow. "My mom was an Elton John fan, so blame him."

"I'm Julie, and this is Flynn. We're here with my aunt Victoria?"

"Oh Tia!" Reggie exclaimed, looking around for the woman who was standing back, looking a little smug as she took them in. "These are the girls you told me asked about the sweater curse?"

"Yes, though I doubt either one of them are making a sweater any time soon," Tia replied. "Plus LA weather and sweaters don't really mix."

Reggie shrugged at that. "I mean I only learned how to knit to make my boyfriend Luke beanies that he wears almost constantly. But he's also part Canadian, so who knows?"

"Reg!" came a voice from the door. "Sunshine of my life!"

"Back here Luke!"

At that another boy came in. A boy that had every bit of saliva in Julie's mouth dry up. From his sculpted arms to his boyish grin, to the way he gave her the once over before leaning in to peck Reggie's cheek. Then whispered in his ear, something that made Reggie blush and glance quickly at both Julie and Flynn.

Flynn who was shooting Julie a knowing look, and grinning. Hey, whatever made her girl happy, Flynn was here for. Plus given Luke was sporting a Pride pin and a Rush shirt, she felt they would get along just fine.

Victoria just stood back and took the teenagers all in and smirked. She knew it was a good idea to bring the girls here. Sure it looked like there may be a few shifts in the status quo between these two couples, but she knew it would all work out for the best.

She also wondered what Luke and Reggie's favourite colours were so she could add to the scarves she was knitting-she had a feeling she would need to know come Christmas.

Turns out she was right. But then again, she always was.

#filled prompts #ficlet #tia victoria #regal butterfly #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[pearlcaddy]

TÍA VICTORIA 1.09 “Stand Tall”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatpedit #tia victoria #tiavictoriaedit #jatpdaily #jatpwomen #latinesource #latineheroes #noninfinitejatp #pearlcaddyedit #pearlcaddy jatp #flashing gif #for someone who didn't think music was a class that mattered #she showed up for julie anyways and it makes me soft #clearing out my drafts

[mirrorofliterature]

I have another coco canon divergence idea that I've been mulling on recently

it's victoria being pulled into a mystery, but this time whilst she's alive.

so essentially the plot is:

- Victoria wants to upskill her designing skills for shoemaking as her abuela is now in her mid-60s and should be retiring, but won't. Also, fashion has evolved since the 1920s.

- So she (in her early-mid 20s) decides to upskill by going to a technical school in Mexico City for shoemaking/design, that kind of thing. I want to research this to make it accurate, if I was to go full blown on this.

- Anyway. It's a year course and her family by now has the money necessary to send her (again, need to check the realities of this kind of technical training in 1960s Mexico) and she has an apartment in Mexico City.

- This technical school happens to also offer music courses.

- She shares her apartment with fellow students, one who happens to be a music student

- Unlike Elena, who absolutely virulently loathes music, Victoria has always struck me as someone who is, at best, apathetic towards music, so she's fine with musicians, she just doesn't listen to music out of respect to her abuela and mama.

- So she's fine with the music student

- Also there's a lesbian subplot because yes. With who? Idk.

- ANYWAY so this music student has this side hobby via Ernesto de la Cruz and is trying to get information on his early career and is trying to figure out who his early touring partner was.

- Which is her new roommate's dead abuelo, but they both have no idea.

- Anyway, Victoria is like: 'oh, my name is Victoria Rivera [Julio's last name] and I'm from Santa Cecilia'

- the MS (music student): 'oh cool anyone in your family know ernesto de la cruz?'

- victoria: 'no my abuela hates music and ernesto.'

- MS: 'hm. anyway did you say your maternal last name was rivera because crazy thing, there's this obscure travelling partner ernesto had known only as 'h rivera'. heard of him'?

- victoria, curiosity piqued: 'sure I'll ask'

- Victoria asks her tios about this not her abuela or mama she's not cruel. Her tios reluctantly admit that yes, her abuela's husband did travel with and disappear on a tour with ernesto de la Cruz in 1921 and yes, they were childhood best friends

- music student, upon learning this: interesting

anyway it then divulges into this mystery where they puzzle out that héctor was the real musician (writer) this whole time and that he kind of died in late 1921 and isn't it like. highly suspicious that ernesto went on to use héctor's songs as his own + without telling his family that he was, y'know, dead???

victoria has an identity crisis and kisses a pretty lady.

Imelda and coco are eventually told and coco is like. fuck me that's tragic but it makes a shitload more sense then héctor just ditching us and an embittered imelda is like. yeah. wish ernesto was still around so I could murder him but I'll settle for suing his estate for plagiarism :).

when imelda dies, she's already had héctor's picture up for a few years (because #regret and #love of my life) but doesn't expect anything from it because y'know héctor has been dead decades and probably moved on by now and it's all her fault for assuming the worst.

and it's not like sunshine and rainbows when héctor and imelda reunite but it's a whole lot better than canon and héctor is like: it was very strange 1) having people recognise that I wrote ernesto's songs and 2) learning that he murdered me thanks to the granddaughter I didn't know I had??? also I love you but like. very hurt that you thought the worst of me for so long.

and imelda is like: that's fair and they heal and shit.

and maybe thanks to imelda's lawsuit money, victoria gets proper treatment for her cancer and lives a long gay life.

okay. that was a lot more words than expected. sleeping now.

#coco pixar #canon divergence #victoria rivera #tia victoria #hector rivera #imelda rivera #fic idea #rambles

[innytoes]

Hi Inny! Foster care au for the wip ask game?

So a big plot point over a few chapters is prom (which meant I spent a lot of time frantically googling WHEN THE HELL IS PROM IN AMERICA). Basically, Alex can't go to prom without causing huge waves at home (because one of the people selling tickets threatens to out him to his entire church if he brings a boy), so they decide to hold their own prom, because fuck that lady.

And basically everyone rallies to give Alex the Best Gayest Sparkliest Prom Ever because he admitted he was really looking forward to it now that he's with Willie.

And Victoria was like: excuse me is nobody going to take this young man shopping???

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I want you to try something. I want you to think about your perfect prom experience.” He looked kind of suspicious, but didn’t argue. “There’s lights everywhere. You’re there with Willie, your favourite song is playing, there’s a perfect spot on the dance floor open for the two of you.” Alex’ face looked a little dreamy, and for a moment, she hoped that this prom would be everything he wanted it to be. His friends were clearly all invested in making it so, and she was more than willing to help with that. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “Something lightweight,” he said, immediately. “Not heavy and stuffy like the one I had to wear to Faith’s wedding. Something that breathes, and I can dance in, and that’s colourful and- and gay.” He looked a little startled at saying that last part out loud, but Victoria just smiled. That’s what she wanted to hear.

#alex isn't even a foster kid but they're going to make him an honourary molina so help them #julie and the phantoms #foster care au #tia victoria #alex mercer #yes she also takes willie shopping but willie was like: let alex get something first and you can help me match him #because willie doesn't really care about prom that much they just care about alex #I am writing a thing

[thedeathdeelers]

tell me this isn’t canon

(insp.)

#even tia is like ‘😃’ #i love him #jatp #reggie peters #julie and the phantoms #carlos molina #tia victoria

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

head above water series

on ao3, 6 Works (16 Chapters), 44,175 Words. All chapter and work links and summaries below the cut in chronological order. COMPLETE

Summary: Julie and Reggie form a deep friendship after meeting through their brothers (“We’re FRIENDS! Stop making it weird!”). He and his friends (and bandmates) help bring her out of the fog of grief, reconnecting her with the music that she’d thought she’d lost with her mother. Over the course of a summer, the tables turn and Julie finds herself showing up for Reggie in ways that they could have never expected.

Content Warnings: missing child, child death, drowning

Ratings: G, T, Unrated

Let's Measure Up, Rated G Reggie and Stevie's relationship through the years (contains spoilers for end of UtU)

Chapter 1: The Molinas meet Stevie

Chapter 2: Flynn and Ray are meddling meddlers who just want what’s best for Julie (who has no idea what she wants or needs but she’s pretty sure it isn’t live music or a boy band)

Chapter 3: Reggie cracks Julie’s emotional shell and pulls a musical sneak attack. Julie can listen to music again and Luke discovers that she’s a musician.

Chapter 4: Some Juke developments, Julie is SINGING, and Reggie has a secret.

Chapter 5: After a surprising discovery with the boys, Julie braves Rose’s studio and finds a song left for her.

Chapter 6: Julie sings with the band 👀

Chapter 7: More Juke and Reggie makes a mistake.

Chapter 8: JUKE! JUKE! JUKE! And also Sunset Curve performs with Julie.

Take My Hand: Rated G Ray and Reggie have a chat about Reggie's home life.

Chapter 9: Carrie and Rob… Bobby?! Eats and Beats, a manager, and possible amends?

This is Where I Belong: Rated G It's the day before Rose's birthday and Julie is having a tough time. Reggie is there to help her through it and build what may become a new Molina tradition.

Chapter 10: After an emotional performance at the Orpheum, the family and friends celebrate with a BBQ party and meet Julie's new neighbour.

Chapter 11: The time is here, folks. I’m sorry.

“Where’s Reggie?” Luke asks. She turns wide eyes on them. “You haven’t heard from him either?” Luke shakes his head. “Not since last night.” Julie looks at Bobby and he shakes his head too. “Same here.” “Something’s wrong,” she tells them and starts pacing the room, the boys’ gazes following her.

Chapter 12: Reggie seeks comfort and solace from Julie and Ray

Chapter 13: Is that… Willex I spy? Oh. And Stevie’s found 💔.

I Know What's Right For Me: Rated T Willex do some bonding in the midst of Reggie's crisis but are seen by Alex's mom. This is what happens in the aftermath

Chapter 14: Some grown ups finally make an appearance

Chapter 15: Reggie gets some love and support from an new-old source

Pull Myself Together: Rated G Alex checks in on Bobby after the trauma he endured in and they have a soft conversation in the studio.

Chapter 16: Reggie and Julie do some writing and healing and other relationships take a turn.

#nobodys fics #underneath the undertow #it's DONE! #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #bobby shaw #flynn taylor #carrie wilson #willie nolastname #willie jatp #ray molina #carlos molina #tia victoria #grief and comfort #grief and mourning #platonic friendships

[wr0temyway0ut]

Settle Down, Put Your Bags Down

Summary: 5 times Willie needed to be told they’re a Molina and 1 time he doesn’t need to be told.

Link in reblogs!

#julie and the phantoms #willie jatp #jatp #my fic #julie molina #ray molina #carlos molina #tia victoria

[thephantomchronicles]

Relationships: Ray Molina & Aunt Victoria, Carlos Molina & Julie Molina & Ray Molina & Aunt Victoria

Characters: Ray Molina, Aunt Victoria (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Carlos Molina

Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, with a hopeful ending, Good Parent Ray Molina, Ray Molina Needs a Hug, Tia Victoria being a great aunt

Summary

“Ray?” she called his name again. “Qué pasó?”

Ray raised his head with a sigh, a hand going over his face, his arms eventually coming to rest on his knees in front of him as he stared ahead. “There’s no room in the fridge,” he said as if that explained everything. Which honestly, it did. It explained everything, but it still didn’t make things better.

“Okay,” Victoria said after a few seconds of silence and he heard a soft thump. Finally turning to look at her, he saw her leaving a container full of… something on the counter. He nearly wanted to laugh.

#new fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #ray molina #tia victoria

[helluvadarlingx]

Psssst! Victoria is lurking!

#pixar coco #tia victoria #miguel rivera

[hopeurokays]

jatp + cinnamon rolls (part 2)

#audreyedit #jatp #caleb covington #ray molina #tia victoria #carlos molina #trevor wilson #bobby shaw #nick danforth evans #jatpedit #cinnamon roll #jatpdaily #gifs #edits #the nick one is so funny to me for no reason 😂

[dragoneyes618]

What other kids do when they feel rebellious: Hang out in places and/or with friends their parents don't approve of, get their hair wildly cut and/or dyed, try smoking, etc. etc. etc.

What the Rivera kids do when they feel rebellious: Whistle on the way to school.

#coco #coco pixar #pixar coco #rivera family #enrique rivera #berto rivera #gloria rivera #elena rivera #victoria rivera #abuelita elena #tia victoria #abel rivera #rosa rivera #manny rivera #benny rivera #miguel rivera #but i don't have to do socorro!

[invisibleraven]

"Here. You look hungry." for Victoria and anyone, please and thank you

`"Hello?' Victoria called out as she entered her sister's home, but got no answer. She knew they were home, given the car was in the driveway, so it was a little concerning to hear the house so quiet.

She peered into each room, tutting as she saw the general chaos of living, plus the mountains of baby paraphernalia littered about. Rose had an excuse to not tidy, she had nearly 40 hours of difficult labour and a newborn. But Ray could help out, just a little. Even if the domestic arts weren't his strong suit.

She picked up things as she went, sort, folding, and tossing each item as needed. Perused the fridge and smiled when she saw they still had a few of the meals she made for them left. She would make more the weekend, get them through until Rose was back on her feet. She was happy to do it, she loved cooking. Her abuela said she should have become a chef, but Victoria knew that would take the joy out of it. Plus she loved working at the ACLU, helping those in need.

She still saw no sign of her family so she slowly crept up the stairs, peering into the master bedroom first. Rose was fast asleep, with Ray curled around her, snoring away. They looked beat, worn out and she didn't dare disturb them. Sure, Julie was a fairly easy baby, but she had been having trouble sleeping, and thus, so had they.

She walked into the nursery next, smiling down at her sobrina, who was just opening her eyes. "Hola Julianna," she whispered, picking the girl up, happy that she babbled quietly instead of screaming. "You have a good nap?"

Julie looked up at her with her big brown eyes, looking every inch her mother and Victoria's heart just melted, remembering holding her sister like this when she herself was quite young.

She made quick work to change Julie, and bounced her as she went down the stairs, humming soft Spanish lullabies as she did. Looking in the fridge once more she grabbed a bottle to warm, and once she tested it, held it to the baby's mouth. "Here. You look hungry."

Julie sucked the milk down happily, and Victoria cooed at her as she did, inhaling the new baby scent that still clung to the small sprouting of dark hair on her head. Nuzzled her nose to Julie's cheek, and pressing a smell kiss to the soft skin there. "Oh my dear, you have no idea how loved you are, do you?"

Julie sighed in response, and Victoria shook her head at her. "Well, let's burp you and see if we can get some stuff done before your mami and papi wake up huh?"

Later, with Julie burped and sitting on the table in her carseat, Victoria got to work, making more food, cleaning as she went, and singing off-key. Needless to say she did not have Rose's talent for music, but she didn't care, and Julie was a captive audience nonetheless. "One day niña, I'm going to teach you all my recipes," she promised. "So you can cook for the people you love just like I do. Let's just hope you don't inherit your dad's uselessness in the kitchen."

"Tori?"

Victoria turned and saw a sleepy Rose in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Rosa! You're not supposed to be up yet!"

Rose waved her off and gave her a sleepy smile. "Doctor said it should be fine as long as I take it slow."

"Something you have never done in your life," Victoria said snarkily, grinning when Rose blew a raspberry at her.

"Besides I could smell your cooking and I'm famished," she added, then went over to where Julie was giving her a wide, toothless grin. "Hey Ju Ju Bean! Have you been good for your tia?"

"She's been an angel," Victoria assured her. "Been keeping me company as I made us all some pollo guisado."

"Yum," Rose moaned. "Just wait until you're older Julie, you will love your tia's cooking."

"Hopefully eventually she'll help me with it one day," Victoria mused. "And any other babés you two pop out."

"You could always have some of your own you know," Rose said as she stirred the pot. "There's lots of nice guys out there. Sperm donors, fostering, adoption. You have a wealth of options."

Victoria shook her head. "Nah, it's not for me. I'll happily play mother hen to your chicks, but I want my own roost at the end of the day."

Rose pulled her sister in for a hug at that. "Just know you're welcome in ours any time."

"Well of course, that's why you gave me a kay," Victoria said with a laugh.

"We so did not."

"Eh, gave, left one out for me to copy, same difference."

Rose playfully swatted at her, and sipped a spoonful of the stew. "Well you're welcome to break in any time as long as you make more of this."

Victoria smiled, and told Rose to go sit down before she strained herself, happily bustling about the kitchen as the food continued to cook. And later, sat around the table, She smiled to herself, feeling like as long as she had her family, good food, and Julie dozing in her mother's arms, what more could she ask for?

#filled prompts #ficlet #tia victoria #julie and the phantoms

[pearlcaddy]

TÍA VICTORIA 1.06 “Finally Free”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatpedit #tia victoria #tiavictoriaedit #jatpdaily #jatpwomen #dailytvwomen #latineheroes #latinesource #pearlcaddyedit #pearlcaddy jatp #clearing out my drafts #noninfinitejatp

[theamd426]

Potential JATP WIP. Working title is Together I Think That We Can Make It.

Basically in this fic Reggie is a foster kid who get's diagnosed with Leukemia over summer break. Victoria works in the cancer ward at the LA Children's hospital, and will eventually try and persuade Ray to take him in once he gets out of the hospital.

This is a WIP fic, and I want to wait until it's completely done to post on AO3, but I'd love some feedback so far. Also if you're interested in being a beta reader let me know!

Reggie sighed as the elevator rang, reaching the 5th floor. The doors opened and he was quickly wheeled inside the cancer ward at the Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. Reggie’s caseworker, Todd gave him a comforting smile as one of the nurses wheeled Reggie into the ward.

“It doesn’t seem so bad here,” Todd said as Nurse Victoria wheeled Reggie into his room.

The room itself still looked like a hospital room, but it wasn’t completely bare and sterile. The walls were painted a nice crisp white, and there were built in wood cabinets surrounding a big tv that helped give the room some warmth. Right under the window there was a small seating area with an arm chair and a green couch, that most likely turned into a pullout bed in case a patients family slept over.

“You can decorate however you like,” Victoria said, with a smile. “With discretion I might add. This is still a children’s ward. So please no pictures of drugs or naked girls.”

“Not even if they’re scientific,” Reggie said, bitterly.

Todd gave nudged Reggie’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Watch your attitude please,” he said, slightly annoyed.

“Sorry,” Reggie mumbled. “You don’t have to worry about me. I don’t really have anything to decorate with.”

Victoria gave Reggie a sad smile, knowing his situation. She knew first hand how hard it is to witness a family member go through cancer, and she witnessed countless kids and their families fight everyday, but she never imagined how hard it would be to fight this battle as a kid with absolutely no one in your corner.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, trying to not act upset about what Todd said to Reggie.

He was a foster kid who had just been abandoned by his last foster placement and was now getting treated for cancer. He had every right to be bitter and upset.

Todd set Reggie’s trash bag of belongings on the floor next to his bed. He then turned to Victoria and gave her a fake smile.

“Is there anything I need to sign before you get started with his treatment?” He asked, glancing down at his watch.

“No, I think we’re good. We’ve already gone over his treatment plan with you guys and we will contact you again if anything changes.”

Todd nodded his head and pulled out his phone to check his text messages. After sending a couple of texts, he put his phone away and gave Reggie a very fake smile.

“Okay, well you have my number if you need anything,” he said, before turning and walking out of the hospital.

“Too bad I don’t have a phone,” Reggie said, plopping down on his bed.

“I’m going to go grab you a hospital gown and then we’re going to get you ready to get your port,” Victoria said, trying to lighten the mood. “When was the last time you had anything to eat or drink?"

"I got a take home lunch yesterday at school, and I had some water last night around eight thirty," he said.

"You didn't eat dinner" Victoria asked kind of shocked.

Reggie just shook his head and started to remove his worn-out converse. If he was going to be stuck in this ward for the next few months while he went through chemo then he was at least going to be comfortable.

Victoria looked over the skinny teenager and realized he was probably starving, that combined with his worn-out clothes led her to think that he was possibly neglected in his last placement.

"Okay, then after we insert your port I’ll bring you anything you want from the HBO café downstairs,” she said handing him the menu that was on the dresser. "Dr. Isaac said you don't need to go on a neutropenic diet just yet, so if I were you I'd take advantage of the greasy options now."

“Thanks,” Reggie said, taking a deep breath out.

Victoria paused for a moment before reaching for the trash bag on the floor.

“We need to wash your clothes to make sure that everything is sterile,” She said, sympathetically. “Do you have anything in that bag that doesn’t need to be washed - photos, trinkets, or books maybe?

“No,” Reggie shrugged. “It’s all Goodwill clothes.”

“Okay then,” Victoria said picking up the trash bag. "Dumb question, but do you want the bag back?”

“Will you guys give me something to put my clothes in when I leave?”

“Yes, of course,” Victoria said, trying not to tear up.

"Then yeah go ahead and toss it. I've been using that bag for a about a year anyway."

Victoria picked up all of Reggie’s belongings and brought it over to laundry management. She tried her best to keep her composure until she was completely alone. She knew good and well that she was about to start several jars in the break room to raise money to not only buy Reggie a damn suitcase, but to also get him some decent clothes and decorations.

Victoria was going to be damned if this kid survived cancer and had to leave with all of his belongings inside of a plastic hospital bag.

As Victoria was off getting everything ready for Reggie to receive his port, Reggie laid back on his hospital bed and did his best to fight back his tears. All he wanted at the moment was for his two best friends to come and be with him. But it was the first day of Summer break, and Reggie didn’t have the heart to tell either of his friends that he was diagnosed with Cancer, and now he didn’t know if how he’d be able to reach out to them without a phone or tablet. Basically he was stuck watching cable all day long.

Maybe Alex was right. Maybe they shouldn’t have forged his foster parents signature so that Reggie could donate blood.

****

“I’m not doing it,” Alex, Reggie’s best friend and bandmate, said after throwing away his blood drive form.

“But you and Luke haven’t even done it,” Reggie said, looking back and forth between Alex and Luke, Reggie’s other best friend and bandmate. “You guys haven’t done it yet right?”

“No, we haven’t had sex yet,” Alex said, rolling his eyes as he playfully pushed Reggie. “But, it’s complete bullshit that we’d be banned for life the second we do. It’s homophobic.”

Reggie sighed knowing this was going to mean he’d be giving blood alone. Luke was terrified of needles and Alex was apparently now protesting the matter.

“I don’t know,” Reggie said, sadly. “I kind of wanted to know my blood type.”

Alex’s face softened. He knew Reggie didn’t know much about his genetics. His birth parents gave him up for adoption when he was a baby, and then when he was 10 his adoptive parents dissolved his adoption. The now 16-year-old has had 13 foster placements ever since.

“You should still do it then,” Alex said, nudging Reggie’s shoulder. “We probably wouldn’t be scheduled for the same class period anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Reggie said shrugging his shoulder. “I doubt Caleb would even sign the permission form.”

“Who says he has to sign it?” Luke said, smirking.

“No, no, no!” Alex said, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Do you know how much trouble he would get into if he forged his foster dad’s signature?”

“I don’t know,” Reggie said, shrugging his shoulders. “Worst case scenario, he kicks me out. Which, might I add, will probably happen in the next month or so anyway.”

Alex sighed and shook his head.

“I’m still totally against this plan and if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this.”

“Yeah, but out of the three of us, you have the best handwriting,” Luke pointed out.

“Please,” Reggie begged. “I may not get this chance again until I’m 18.”

“Bobby has way better handwriting then I do,” Alex said, pouting. “Just ask him tonight at band practice.”

“He has to go to his brother’s softball game tonight,” Reggie reminded him. “And the permission form is due tomorrow.”

“Stupid private school,” Luke grumbled. “It’s not fair that he get’s to go to Los Feliz and we don’t.”

“To be fair, my parents offered to send me to Los Feliz, but I wouldn’t dare to leave you idiots alone,” Alex said, smirking.

“I uh… I actually was offered a scholarship,” Reggie said, blushing. “But I won’t be able to go unless they can find a foster home closer to the school.”

“Your joking?” Alex said, shocked.

Reggie shook his head.

"It's not going to happen though," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Los Feliz is full of rich families. They don't foster, and if they do, then they're just doing it so they can get a baby with no trauma."

"So your stuck here with me?" Luke said hopeful that his two best friends weren't leaving him behind.

"Yeah, your not getting rid us that easy," Reggie said with a smile. He then turned to Alex and gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "Please? For a kid who doesn't know where he came from?"

“Fine,” Alex grumbled. “I’m going to kill both of you if we get caught though.”

“Dude relax,” Reggie said, smiling. “We’re not going to get caught.”

****

Reggie felt unusually tired the day of the blood drive, and he couldn’t figure out why especially since nothing in his routine had changed in the past couple of days. He did go to bed a little later than he usually did since his foster father Caleb caught him coming in after curfew. He spent the better half of the night listening to his foster father yell and berate him before locking him in his bedroom. It was nothing he hadn’t dealt with before, so he couldn’t understand why he was so exhausted.

“You look tired,” Alex said, leaning on the locker beside Reggie’s.

“Caleb was in a big mood last night,” Reggie said, yawning. “I’m probably getting moved after we finish exams.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said, sympathetically. “Maybe your next placement will be better?”

Reggie slammed his locker shut and shrugged his shoulders. He had been moved so much lately that it didn’t really bother him.

“I doubt it,” he said, walking to class. “No one voluntarily takes in teenagers, especially ones who have been rehomed.”

Alex bit his lip, he wanted to ask his parents if they could take in Reggie, but he knew Reggie was openly bi and he didn’t want to subject Reggie to their homophobia. It was already bad enough hiding his own relationship with his parents, he didn’t want to force Reggie to do the same if he found someone he really liked.

As the two got closer to their first period pre-calculus class, Alex perked up and immediately started to reach in his book bag.

“I almost forgot,” Alex said, pulling out a breakfast sandwich. “My mom said that you should never give blood on an empty stomach.”

“You told your mom I was giving blood?” Reggie asked.

“Well… not exactly,” Alex said, blushing. “My dad gave blood for our church’s blood drive last month and my mom made a big scene about him eating a big breakfast that morning.”

“You do know I get free breakfast and lunch right?” Reggie asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, but school food sucks,” Alex said, shivering at the thought. “I honestly don’t know how you and Luke eat it everyday.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Luke eat worse,” Reggie said, giggling. “Last weekend I saw him put mashed potatoes on a waffle. It was disgusting.”

“Yeah, that checks out,” Alex agreed. “I still don’t know how you do it though.”

Reggie just shrugged his shoulders and took a bite out of the breakfast sandwich Alex gave him.

“I don’t know… I guess when the alternative is not eating you kind of just get over the taste.”

Alex looked at Reggie with sad eyes as the two walked into class and took a seat at their desks. Reggie quickly finished his sandwich and started to open his worn-out notebook.

****

Reggie was scheduled to give blood right at the beginning of 3rd period, which means he was missing music with Alex and Luke. Luke wished Reggie good luck at the end of chemistry, and Reggie made Luke promise to grab a review packet for him for their final next week. He didn’t have access to private music lessons like Luke or Alex, so music class was the only chance he had to learn theory.

When Reggie arrived in the gym for the blood drive there weren’t as many students as he imagined. Most of the students were volunteering for the blood drive for their nursing classes. He assumed that more students would be willing to donate, but the gym was practically empty, meaning that they will probably stop doing blood drives next year.

Once he was at the front of the line to check in, one of the nursing students took his permission slip, that Alex did a pretty good job forging, and started to take his vitals. Reggie was a bit worried that he wouldn’t pass the weight requirement, since he hadn’t been eating as much as he normally does. His weight did drop, but he was still above the required weight and height for donating blood so he was let through.

After his passing his initial check up, Reggie was finally brought over to the area where students were waiting to get poked. Reggie waited five minutes and was then escorted to a chair.

His nurse, Gloria, gave him a big smile as she started looking for veins. Once she was sure she found a good vein she told Reggie to relax his arm and turn his head so he didn’t have to look at the needle going into his arm. But Reggie didn’t. Instead, Reggie just stared at his arm as the needle went in.

“Wow, you didn’t flinch at all,” Gloria said as she taped Reggie up.

“It’s not the worst pain I’ve been in,” he said with a smirk.

Gloria gave him a sad smile and handed him a stress ball. Reggie started to squeeze the ball allowing his blood to come out quicker.

“Okay, I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” Gloria said, taking her gloves off. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll try not too,” Reggie said, sarcastically.

Reggie gently squeezed the stress ball, but after a few minutes of squeezing his hands started tingling, his limbs started to feel heavy, and he started to feel really tired. He blinked for a bit and did his absolute best to keep his eyes open and stay awake.

“Come on,” he said, focusing on his blinking. “You can fall asleep when you get home. Don’t cause a problem.”

Reggie’s eyes continued to flutter for a few moments longer before he couldn’t feel anything and everything went completely black.

****

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Reggie groggily opened his eyes to the steady sound of a heart rate monitor letting everyone know that he was still alive.

He looked around the room and saw dozens of nurses and doctors walking around the ER triage center as they assessed different patients. He looked around the room and furrowed his brows when he saw pictures of kittens and clowns on the wall. The sound of a toddler crying only solidified his hypothesis. He was in the ER at the Children's Hospital of Los Angeles. Reggie groaned and started looking for a way to quietly remove the wires that were hooked up to him. Butt after one accidental bad move, the monitors went off and an ER Nurse came rushing in. She looked over him for a minute before giving him a comforting smile.

“It’s good to have you back in the land of the living,” the nurse said as he started to check Reggie’s vitals. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine,” Reggie said, rubbing his eyes. “What happened?”

“You passed out at a blood drive,” he said, seriously. “Do you know what happened? Did you just forget to eat maybe?”

Reggie shook his head, he had devoured that breakfast sandwich the moment Alex gave it to him, and he snagged a blueberry muffin from the cafeteria. He should have been fine.

“Okay, well we’re testing your blood right now just to be safe,” he said, gently. “Your school gave us your dad’s number but he didn’t pick up. Is there anyone else we can call?”

Reggie sighed as he bit his lip. He knew his social worker Todd was going to have to find out about him being in the hospital. He just didn’t want to hear the lecture that would surely come from it.

“818-555-0149… that’s my case worker’s number. His name is Todd,” Reggie said, biting his lip.

“Oh,” the nurse said, quietly. “I’ll um… I’ll call him right now.”

Reggie nodded his head as he curled up further in his hospital bed. Nurses and doctors all around him were ignoring him as they all went about their jobs.

As he sat there alone, he started to get flashbacks to when he was 10 and he was abandoned in this very ER after his appendix burst. He thought his parents left to go fill out paperwork for his surgery, but after a few hours, they never came back. The hospital called their names several times over the intercom, but nobody ever came.

That was the day Reggie found out that he wasn't biologically related to his parents. He was adopted, and they didn't want him anymore. 

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Innnyyyyy, I will forever want to know more about your Foster Kid AU!!!

I AM GETTING SO CLOSE TO FINISHING IT. I'm at the end of chapter 32, and it has 35 chapters (unless something comes up to surprise me lol, it's happened before, this fic used to be like 25 chapters long.)

Have some 'Victoria realised Alex' parents weren't supportive, asked 'who is taking that boy prom shopping' and did not wait for an answer'.

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I want you to try something. I want you to think about your perfect prom experience.” He looked kind of suspicious, but didn’t argue. “There’s twinkly lights everywhere. You’re there with Willie, your favourite song is playing, there’s a perfect spot on the dance floor open for the two of you.” Alex’ face looked a little dreamy, and for a moment, she hoped that this prom would be everything he wanted it to be. His friends were clearly all invested in making it so, and she was more than willing to help with that. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “Something lightweight,” he said, immediately. “Not heavy and stuffy like the one I had to wear to Faith’s wedding. Something that breathes, and I can dance in, and that’s colourful and- and gay.” He looked a little startled at saying that last part out loud, but Victoria just smiled. That’s what she wanted to hear. “Bueno,” she said. “Then let’s find something like that.”

#overly involved and mildly pushy aunt with good intentions victoria my beloved #she will not get you fall in the gutter of life but she will make sure you look pretty for your gay prom #julie and the phantoms #I am writing a thing #fanfic #foster care au #tia victoria #alex mercer