#be careful what you wish for pepa

[justanisabelakinnie]

If you still accept headcanons:

Before getting her gift Pepa really loved all storny and rainy and overreal extreme weather and now she still does but it kinda rubs her the wrong way

10/10

[ffb6c1lover]

Why I think the Madrigals believed Bruno to be dead

The adults only speak about him in past tense. "Bruno didn't care about this family". As far as she knows, if he's still alive and not back it means he actively still doesn't care about the family, so why not say that? Félix also speaks in past tense ("You better figure it out, because it was coming for you"). Julieta's "My brother Bruno lost his way in this family" makes sense regardless of whether she thought he'd died or not, but to me it does sound very final. Pepa cannot even hear his name without thundering. With the amount of love she has for him, the thought that he might have made himself a happier life in a town that does not shun him should bring her at least a bit of comfort, but she's inconsolable even after so much time. I'm sure there are more examples of this and if I can think of them, I'll add them in the replies.

The door going dark. Now, we know it stopped being lit because he had decided not to use his power anymore, but it makes far more sense for it to be because he couldn't use his power anymore (because he was dead). Casita, much like Bruno, can tell the future, so she knew he was going to use it again, the vow did not really count for anything. Are you telling me that anytime a family member leaves their room and considers not using their power for a while their door goes black?? It makes a lot more sense for the family to have thought he had died. The same applies for Casita not being able to help inside the room: it sounds like a metaphor for the Madrigals not being able to help Bruno anymore.

The deleted scene. In the "Chores!" deleted scene, Félix talks about a fight Bruno had with the family (possibly even the moment he left the family?). In this scene, Bruno displays actual suicidal tendencies ("I wish I was dead!"), and, when he leaves, his room starts rotting and decaying. This scene was removed in the final movie, because it is clearly too dark for kids, but we have no reason to believe that it is not still canon in the universe, as we can see that his room is actually decaying and falling apart. If a family member tells you they wish they were dead and then disappear leaving no trace, it is not a crazy jump to think they are not still alive, especially considering the next point.

Bruno left behind most of his belongings. We do not know how much stuff Bruno had in the first place, but when he leaves his room after the vision, we do not see him holding a bag (or anything really) and even if it's there, it is definitely not a bag big enough to sustain someone leaving their home for good. The stuff he has in the walls was likely gathered long after his family had stopped searching for him. He also has no money and the social skills of a rat, where was he even going??

The room falling apart. Not entirely sure about this, but I think the characters' rooms reflect somewhat the emotional state of their owners (Isabela's room in What Else Can I Do + if I'm not mistaken, Camilo's room is supposed to change colour based on his mood like a chameleon). This is further demonstrated by the stairs, which had been growing for years before Bruno actually left. This is a bit of a stretch, but I think the family could have seen one of two alarm bells in the decaying room: a) Bruno's room was decaying like him (kinda gruesome, but it makes some semblance of sense); b) it did not change at all for 10 years. I don't think rooms change only when their owner is in them, so Bruno's emotional state supposedly not changing for so long is alarming. But again, this point is the one that convinces me the least.

Dolores. Dolores mentions hearing Bruno in the walls three (3) times, in the movie alone: in We Don't Talk About Bruno, at breakfast ("and the rats talking in the walls") and in All of You. It's been ten years and she still mentions him constantly, so she's probably been talking about it since the very beginning, but no one believed her. So, a child keeps hearing their relative who disappeared without a trace in their family home, without seeing him and with everyone saying it wasn't possible. Logical conclusion? It's a ghost.

The family's reactions to him returning. Alma is the most striking. It takes quite a long time for her shocked face to wear off. Julieta is equally shocked as well, like she'd never expected to see him ever again. It could also be she just didn't expect him to come back. Pepa looks relieved, like she'd been on edge for 10 years and can finally know peace. Why would that be? The fact that he's back does not mean they are going to rekindle their relationship, but it does mean that she gets a new chance to show him she loves him, being the first to run to hug him. Her eyebags also show many a sleepless nights tossing and turning, maybe feeling guilty because she hadn't shown him her love enough and she thought she never could again.

Bonus: "The mountains around the Encanto are pretty tall!" In this scene, after Bruno says this sentence, he makes a weird face, like he's already considered how tall the mountains are and he's trying to understand if Mirabel caught onto that.

[monsterrae1]

Wood you be mine?

9k | Mature | Read on AO3

Summary:

Salem was really the perfect city for them, except for one thing: Evan Buckley, also known as Buck, their lumberjack next door neighbor. He was bright and fun, and honestly quite badass with an ax, and he always looked after the people he cared about and Eddie considered himself and Chris lucky to be part of that circle. Eddie just really, really, wished that he would stop chopping wood in his backyard, without a shirt on - It was the middle of Autum for fucks sake - while Eddie was trying to sort through his laundry, the room Buck knew had a perfect view of his backyard. “You should take a picture, mijo, it’ll last you longer” His Tia’s Pepa teasing voice broke him out of his trance, the poor shirt in his hand had been folded over and over for nearly 10 minutes now. Eddie blushed, “No idea what you’re talking about” He said, denying that he had been mapping with his eyes every single inch of exposed skin and tattooed chest and arms just one second ago. * Or, also known as the Lumberjack Buck fic.

[hannahhook7744]

Oscar Guzmán-Madrigal's Terrifying Power (Concept by me);

Oscar has the power of sound nullification in my descendants-Encanto au, 'The Invisible Truth' (which I am currently revamping to fit all the new characters/to make the timeline better). Which basically means that if his mami wants silence, she's going to get silence.

....even if it means no one in the village can make any noise, talk, or hear the animal sounds.

Something no one knew he could do until Dolores has a sensory overload so bad that she was crying to Mariano in pain about how much she wished everything would just be quiet.

After Dolores was put to bed and Oscar and his sibs were left in the care of his dad's side of the family for the day little Oscar was pouting and concentrating. Wishing he could give his mom what she wanted.

And then BAM!

All the sound in the Encanto was gone.

No footsteps, no sneezes, no music.

No animal sounds.

No people sounds.

No way to get Julieta's attention or to warn people of a disaster.

No way for people to tell if Pepa is storming.

Luckily only one person got badly hurt but it took hours for someone to find Julieta.

This whole mess lasted for the ten hours it took for Dolores to wake up with no one knowing why they couldn't hear anything or why his sister, Elmira, couldn't use her sound based powers.

And you know the worst part?

Oscar, like all five year olds, is a stubborn that he did nothing wrong.

Because he got the result he wanted.

(Dolores was the one who figured out what happened when she woke up btw and it took them another three hours to get the whole town's sound back).

"Oscar, what you did was wrong -"

"No."

"What do you mean no? You took away sound from the entire town!"

"I mades mami better! Mami sleeped well!"

"While that may be true, you still owe the town an apology-"

"No! They mean to mami!"

Camilo cuts in. "Who's mean to Dolores? I'm not mad I just wanna talk—"

(He is very much mad and he does not just want to talk).

It very much doesn't help that both Mariano and Dolores think that he's adorable and the sweetest thing to exist (they're horrible romantics who see the positive in everything).

Or that Pepa and Felix, also horrible romantics, ALSO think its the sweetest thing they ever heard.

Meanwhile Julieta is trying to do damage control because at least one person got seriously hurt that day and wasn't able to be healed for hours until she was found because no one could HEAR and Bruno is mildly terrified himself but he isn't as freaked out as a lot of the family are because he knows all about good intentions being demonized and all that.

The town is obviously horrified.

The family is scared.

And Oscar?

Well, little five year old Oscar is just happy his mami is feeling better.

[evostar]

The designs and info about Luisa’s family!!

Luissaaaaa!! Luisa is a pretty calm person (thanks to her husband) though with 1 person she is someone else. She doesn’t remember her father at all but every mention of him saddens her up easily. She has a bad relationship with Alma since Mirabel’s disappearance. She’s blaming Alma on it and is always in a fight with her. Luisa is a very kind and good mother, she cares more about her kids than anything she has. Giving birth to her children, julieta, pepa and Bruno was hard, mostly because mirabel wasn’t there, but also because of exhaustion. In her wedding mirabel was there, since she got married way earlier than Isabela. Luisa constantly lives in pressure and guilt, she misses her baby sister very much, her relationship with Isabela is great tough, she can’t handle both of her sisters gone yk?

She often wishes her kids to be closer and not mean to each other because she doesn’t want one of them to be gone one day and the others feeling like she had left. Luis is very thankful to have a husband like Diego, in her teens Diego was her life saver, the only other one than mirabel who could keep her calm. He has the purest heart in Luisa’s mind, she wonders what she would’ve done without him. And she ofc loves her pet birds too!! You can guess who they look like ;)

Julieta, the oldest triplet, has it the worst of them. She keeps getting pressured which revolves her into forcing herself getting past her own limits. Julieta has many chores daily who take a lot of hard work and time. She gets help sometimes by her father or Tia, she never complains but she tells them that she can do it herself often too cause she fears them being disappointed. Julieta gets bad sleep which makes her get eye bags but she doesn’t want anyone to know, so she hides them with makeup, but because of her lack of sleep she falls asleep anywhere and anytime. Anywhere and anytime literally. The only one who knows about her struggles is her secret boyfriend agustin!! She knows she’s too “young” for love but she never can stop herself from loving him. He cares for her and does everything for her often which is so charming for her, he keeps her up on everything and daily brings her rare flowers he has picked up for her.

Julieta has a bad relationship with her siblings, well, more with pepa. Pepa and her are always fighting, she doesn’t know what pepa has against her but it makes her upset. She’s left out often and bullied by pepa. Her life gets harder with those burdens on her. Bruno is still on okay terms with her but he leaves her out too (mostly because of pepa) and he’s akward to her which makes her feel like she’s boring. Being the “best grandkid” isn’t so great. Also her hair is inspired by isabela’s!

Pepa is feisty teenager. She is a mood but it’s not her fault often. Pepa has a lot of free time which she actually doesn’t like that much, she wishes her chores could be more but her gift isn’t that special. She is only friends with 2 people because she is bad with other teens, they either mock her, betray her or straight up do something bad. That’s why she only needs her 2 besties, Bruno and Félix! She loves Félix more than just best friends but she fears that if she steps out of line that she’s gonna destroy her friendship with him so she does everything to keep quiet. Pepa hates julieta with her guts, she hates how julieta gets all the paise, how she gets more chores, more people liking her. She hates everything about her. So she will make it visible.

Pepa is often like an forgotten child who never can find herself, she cares about her looks too much because of others or so that others could at least notice her. Though who she deeply loves are her primo Camilo and Bruno, they both make sure they’re here for her and pepa loves to prank people with his primo or make people scared with his brother very much. She was the one who was the happiest when they found out Dolores was a girl, she always treats Dolores like an little sister and is happy to have her too. She’s also a major daddy’s girl like Dolores used to be.

Bruno who is done with his life is still holding on! He is pretty sassy but not the mean kind. Like his siblings he gets picked on too but his mama makes sure that they stop doing it to them and everyone fears Luisa so they pretty much stop. He only has little chores and he loves his free time, his gift is awful and he hates it often. He spends most of his free time napping or dealing with pepa’ a shit. He loves pepa, but being dragged here from there, the entire time and then needing to be there for her the entire time can be exhausting too. He feels very bad for julieta, he knows about her lack of sleep but he doesn’t say anything. (He’s scared pepa will do something.) Bruno is also the one who remembers the most from their Tia mirabel, he also loves his Tia, and her disappearance broke him a lot.

He feels very targeted by his grandmother but his mom always makes him feel better. He’s very much a mama’s boy like Camilo, he has often a mother-son lunch with Luisa and they just talk about anything. He still loves his dad very much!! He’s great friends with Antonio too! He loves to hang out with Antonio a lot, just finding him cool and chilling mostly. Sometimes he also likes to babysit Dolores, she gives him a lot of peace or never trouble. (His greatest friends are his rats)

Diego my beloved is one of the sweetest man is the Encanto. He is an amazing husband an amazing father. His job is creating class, either if it’s shapes, decorations, plates etc. he wasn’t much of an approval of Alma but that doesn’t stop him from being included in the family. He’s a chubby and short dude so often Luisa picks him up like a teddy bear and carries him around while snuggling him. He makes sure Luisa doesn’t exhaust herself or eats and drinks, the same goes for his kids too. Diego got raised by a single dependented mother, his protectiveness came from her and he wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for his family members.

Diego was good friends with mirabel too, her disappearance makes him feel a bit lonely sometimes but he handles it. (Not really)

Sooo any thoughts about Luisa’s fam fam?

[foggyfanfic]

Themes vs Realism

Saw an old debate about how isolated the Encanto is and it got me thinking about my own headcanons.

I watched the movie, saw the windows and wine glasses and thought “Oh! They must have trade, glass requires a specific sort of sand and while glass blowers would be relatively common, the odds they had somebody who knows how to make glass frit are pretty low”. And I can back up that argument with research and facts, buying glass is getting more expensive because we’re running low on sand with the right chemical composition, glass frit production would be more likely to happen in towns near silica rich beaches, where as Alma’s hometown looked like it was in the middle of the forest. Nowadays, not every country in the world has the right sand, when I worked with glass blowers they imported their frit from I think a family in Sweden(?) that are like one of the last few people making frit. So glass is actually a very big deal! I digress. Basically, realistically, the fact that they have glass means that they must have some trade.

But that’s completely irrelevant to the movie, isn’t it?

The movie is all about healing from generational trauma, Encanto being completely isolated is better for the movie’s themes. It’s like how we all love the deleted scene where Bruno argues with Alma and says “I wish I was dead” but the writers cut that scene because it gives Bruno confronting Alma on Mirabel’s behalf an extra bit of punch if he was never willing to do so before. Realistically, a deeply unhappy, almost forty adult who is as blunt as Bruno would have had that argument with Alma; thematically, Mirabel’s mysterious Tío couldn’t muster up the courage/passion to confront the movie’s antagonist until he was doing it for love. Realistically, it is actually necessary for Pepa to control her emotions because she can create hurricanes and that sorta disaster could wipe out the village; thematically, Pepa needs to be allowed to let her feelings flow through her without anyone snapping at her about it. Realistically they must have trade; thematically, they must be completely isolated.

There isn’t really a good way for canon to bridge this gap as far as I can tell, in story telling themes usually take precedence over realism, especially in a fantasy setting. But for a lot of people (like me) the funnest thing to do when writing fanfic is throw in a dash of realism and see what comes out of it. Obviously, the way you want to reconcile this is absolutely up to you. I personally care more about the movie sticking to themes than I do it being realistic or conforming to my background knowledge, I’m fully expecting to have most of my head canons disproven when they release more material. That said, for the sake of fic, I think asking questions like “Where are they getting the raw materials to build that” is a great launching pad.

I don’t know how to word my conclusion. That year I spent working with glass blowers is going to butt heads with my suspension of disbelief for the rest of my life? Realism is great for fanfic but not so much in short stories like movies? My head canons will never be canon and it’s better that way?

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Madness in a smile. Won't you stay a while?

Mafia AU

Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

Summary:

Trauma molds us all in different ways.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Angst, Blood and Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse. Past Sexual Abuse, Past Relationship(s)Past Violence, Mafia Avengers, Mafia AU, Reader-Insert, Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Just a lot of dirty smut ok.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This is a music heavy, fun, smutty, but still angsty chapter. I was in my feelings for sure. Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divder by @firefly-graphics

"Haaaaadeees! I'm home." Your beloved Doberman comes trotting over from the living-room. He stops in his tracks when he notices the large men behind you, letting out a low growl. "Oh bubba you're gonna have to learn to play nice. We're taking a little vacay to their compound for the time being. So please get it together. Now be a good boy and grab mama's favorite .45 for me." The doberman gives one last look at the men before turning on his heel and scampering off on his way to your study.

The super soldiers just stare at you with quirked brows over the exchange with your four-legged companion. 

"Don't just stand there clutching your pearls. Get a move on. The quicker we get back, the quicker we can strategize." You clap your hands and head down the hall.

"Did you just ask your dog to fetch you a gun?" Steve inquires. 

"Sure did. Had it specially designed just to put a bullet between Lucien’s eyes."

“Good enough for me.” Bucky shrugs.

They follow you down the hall to your locked weapons room. Tossing them each a duffle bag, you tell them to fill it with what they deem essentials. You leave them to it and head off to your room to grab your go bag and some extra clothes.

You’ve always been ready to leave at a moment’s notice. The joys of being a mafia princess and woman on the run. Of course you sometimes wish your life was simpler. Less dangerous and chaotic. That will never happen though. You came to terms with that a long time ago.

“Need a hand?” You’re whisked from your thoughts by a smooth baritone.

“I’ve got it. Not much to gather when your always ready to flee.”

“That’s kind of dark and a bit tragic.” Bucky notes with a contemplative tone.

"Don’t you know darling. All I am is dark and tragic. Lucien got one thing right. I was born in blood. Something like that leaves a mark on your soul."

“I find that the tarnished souls have the purest hearts. It just takes you a while to get there.” He nonchalantly states.

“Such a sweet talker Mr. Barnes.” You tease. “Now enough of this mushiness. Let me see what goodies you two grabbed. And yes, I will be judging you on your choices.”

You saunter out of the room. Bucky and Hades hot on your tail as you make your way to Steve and gather the rest of your necessities.

“Meet me out front. I’ll follow you on my bike. So Wolfie I’m going to need you to take good care of my boy. Don’t let him get sick in the Captain’s precious Rover.”

“He better not.” Steve growls. Bucky just laughs as he secures a leash to Hades.

Tony gave you the room between Steve and Thor’s. With Bucky and Nat Across the hall. Salt-n-Pepa’s “None Of Your Business” is blasting from the hidden speakers thanks to Jarvis, while you unpack.

The loud bass seems to have summoned a certain Vikings attention. You can feel the air shift as he enters your quarters. You pay him no mind as you continue to dance to the beat. Making yourself comfortable in your temporary home.

The song ends and rolls right into the next. As the reggaeton beat hits your ears your hips follow suit. As if they have a mind of their own. Uncaring of the eyes following every dip and swivel.

“You know, most people would consider waltzing into someone’s space without introducing yourself and staring so intently at them as rude. Now I know you’re a brute, but are all your brains located in your muscles?”

“Ha. Good one. I fully intended to introduce myself properly. But upon entering your domicile I became entrance by your siren like movements. I’d apologize but that would mean I’m sorry for enjoying the show and I am anything but sorry about that.”

You spare a look over your shoulder and note the smirk displayed on his ruggedly handsome face.

“It’s safe to assume you already know who I am. But for brevities sake I’ll go ahead with an introduction. I am Thor Odinson. Your new neighbor and resident muscle.”

You finally turn around. Taking the time to let your eyes roam and take in the golden god like giant before you. He really does paint such a magnificent picture of brute strength.

“Thor. God of Thunder and Fertility. Such a chaotic combination. To sunder life in one instant and to breathe life into existence in the next is quite the gift. I’m sure my true name proceeds me at this point, but you can call me Jinx.”

“Pleasure to formally meet you fair Jinx. And you are correct. Your name does proceed you. But they seem to have left out how your looks are just as deadly as your knives.”

You smile at the compliment as you make your way to close the door. Lightly checking Thor with your shoulder as you pass by. “Silver tongued as well. What a treat.”

He chuckles. “You have no idea little fox.”

You can feel the body heat radiating off him at your back as you close the door. Crowding around you he reaches forward to turn the lock.

You turn to face him. Having to lift your chin to look in his eyes as you only reach chest height. “You sure you want to be locked in here with little ole me?”

His eyes are full of intrigue and lust. Like a predator stalking its prey. “Should I be afraid? I am the brute, as you say, after all.”

“Do your worst Demigod, for I have already felt the flames of Hel lick across my flesh.” You lift your shirt so that he can see your scar.

He reaches out to touch your ruined skin, pausing to look you in the eye and get your consent. You nod your head, and he closes the gap. His battle roughened fingers caress the raised flesh. A reminder of your near death at the hands of someone sworn to love and protect you.

“Is this why you have your very own Garmr?” He asks. Fingers still tracing across your flesh.

“You noticed that did you? Hades is my protector, yes. I would never dream of chaining him up though. The only destruction he seeks is to destroy the one who harmed me. There is no need to fear him.”

“Fear is the farthest thing from my mind. More like respect and gratitude. To earn his favor would be to earn yours as well.”

“The fact that you made it into this room without so much as a growl from him speaks volumes. He growls whenever the Captain is around.” You laugh.

“He is rarely without Barnes though. Does he not growl at the White Wolf?”

“They’re kindred spirits I suspect. Devoted and loyal. He quite enjoys the White Wolf. But don’t tell him that.”

“You have my word little fox. May we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“You’re really jonesing for a taste aren’t ya Odinson? Did the super soldiers blab about our little playtime before our meeting?”

“I may have overheard them speaking about you in the gym. But I was curious and bewildered by you long before that. I must admit I am a little jealous that they got a taste first. Guess its what I get for only being the muscle. Don’t have the finesse required to bring a challenge like you in without violence.”

“Oh I would have loved that.” Your face lights up. “Taking you down would have been amazing.”

His eyes darken as he takes a step closer. His large body pinning you to door as he runs his hand up your chest to rest against your throat. “Sly little fox you don’t need to goad me to get what you want.”

“Maybe I just like hearing you speak. The words flow off your silver tongue so easily.”

“Is that what you want? To verbally spar?”

“This is just foreplay. I’m sure you can show me what else that mouth can do.”

His hand tightens around the base of your throat for a moment before he slides it down to your waistband where it is met with his other. Giving your hips a squeeze he looks to you for permission before going any further. You lick your lips and nod your head.

He removes your leggings and panties together, with care and reverence. Teasing your flesh as he divests you of your garments but leaving your beloved thigh sheath in place. Resting his hands on your waist he begins to raise you up the door.

Thinking that he would stop when you’re high enough to kiss his lips without stretching; he surprises you by lifting higher still. He continues on until your glistening pussy is level with his mouth and he has moved your thighs onto his broad shoulders. Smirking up at your slightly shocked face, he gives you a wink as he presses you firmly against the door for balance. He runs his tongue from your slit to clit. Groaning in appreciation of the taste of you that floods his experienced tastebuds.

Apparently that taste was enough to turn him ravenous. He takes to eating your dripping pussy like a man possessed. Worshipping your cunt like a barrel of Meade he would happily drown in.

It is not long before you are coming on his talented silver tongue. Your muscles feel loose and like putty. Keeping you in place atop his shoulders with his left hand, you watch with rapt attention as he pushes down his sweats with his right. Letting the fabric fall to his ankles. Noticeably he is without underwear.

He returns his hands to your waist and slides you down the door to where you’re perched right over his leaking uncut cock.

“If you don’t want to take this any further, speak now. For if your cunt feels as amazing as you taste. my control will be on a thin leash.” He practically growls.

You smile deviously. “As I said before.” You lean up to where you lips graze his as you speak. “Do your worst.” You run your tongue along the bottom of his lip and then bite down.

That is the go ahead he needs to squeeze your hips and slowly impale you on his god like girth. He watches your eyes roll back and your mouth opens on a silent gasp as you adjust to the stretch.

He gives you only a moment before he pins you to the door with his body. His frame spreading your thighs wider as he wraps your ankles around his waist.

“This cunt is practically magical how it fits me so well. Men could start wars over the silkiness of these walls.” He grinds against you making you moan out once more.

“I intend to leave my mark so that I may be fortunate enough to be inside you once again.”

“For all that talk of control; you seem pretty at ease right now.”

“The calm before the storm little fox. Now take a deep breath for me.”

He pulls out until only his tip remains as you inhale. When you begin to exhale, he slams his hips forward helping kick the air from lungs.

From then on it was as if you were lost in the clouds of a thunderstorm. Your body being slammed over and over against the door as your pussy took a delicious beating. The bass of his groans and growls resonating through your bones like thunder.

You feel the stirrings of your orgasm on the edge of your consciousness. The room beginning to turn to a hazy dreamlike state before you eyes. As Thor’s thumb circles you engorged pearl with a practiced skill; that need to explode continues to build.

With a well placed attack to that sweet spongy spot inside you and a pinch to your clit; you’re a goner. Your orgasm rips through you like lighting striking through the sky. Scattering you into a million pieces before your gathered back together. Still swallowed in the midst of the storm.

You squeeze tightly to Thor’s giant like frame as you ride the storm together. You could swear you saw his eyes change color. As quickly as that thought occurs it is interrupted by the grip of his hands on your hips. With a thunderous roar, that no doubt was heard throughout the entire wing, he buries himself as deep as your bodies will allow. Pressing his forehead against yours as he fills you up. Your tight walls feeling every twitch as you milk him dry.

You've had plenty experiences after you healed and got away from Lucien. All to drown out the trauma and try and replace it with the pleasure you deserve. In all those times and all those experiences no one has every made you feel so treasured and present in your body as Thor has.

You look up at him with awe and a softness in your eyes rarely shown nowadays. “I see why women throw themselves at you. For such a brute you’re as sweet as a cinnamon roll inside. And clearly have a deep love and respect for women.”

“Women are truly the strong ones. They should be treasured whenever possible. Especially you little fox. I could happily become addicted to you. Whenever you need to ride the storm. To feel just how precious you are. Come find me.”

“You’re most certainly too sweet for me.”

“Nonsense.” He kisses your forehead and allow yourself to sink into his warmth. Like the sun after the most devasting of rains.

“Now let me show you all the perks your shower has to offer.”

“Yeah, that’s going to be tricky. My legs feel like Jello still.”

“I never said I was putting you down.”

Later that evening…

You’ve found your way to the dance studio you spotted during your tour of the compound. After the events of the last 24 hours you felt the need to work out all these pesky emotions. What better way to set your head right than putting your body through vigorous movement.

Connecting your phone to Jarvis you hit repeat on the perfect track to help you with your much needed emotional release. You take a breath, centering yourself as you begin to move. Your body synchronizes to the beat like a starving apparition. Forever entranced in the symphony of notes overtaking your muscles.

As the world falls away around you, you’re inundated with a series of flashbacks and snippets of Lucien’s secret abuse. From verbal attacks to acts of violence. The visions of his sexual abuse make your skin crawl, as hot anger fuels you. His poison, sunk deep into your marrow, still lingers.

The sounds of your body ping ponging off walls. Plates of perfectly cooked food being thrown. Books being ripped in half. Let’s not forget the discreet pinching of your sides in public if he felt disrespected.

The nights he would barge in drunk from the strip club. Smelling like another woman’s perfume. Shirt and hair a mess. “Her pussy wasn’t tight enough for me. No one’s pussy compares to yours Sunshine. It’s the best thing about you.” He spreads your legs, rips your panties off and spits on his cock and fingers to lube you up. Then he just thrusts his way inside, splitting you open, uncaring of your pain as you scream out.

Two minutes and it’s over. Leaving you with his mess to clean up as he rolls over. You make for the bathroom on wobbly legs, ridding yourself of his cum and secretly taking a plan B you have stashed away.

Those nights happened far too much. And it wasn’t always in the bedroom. If he wanted you, he’d have you. You were his.

When did the raging fire inside me settle into smoldering ash? Was it when I could tell his mood by the sound of his steps coming down the hall? Or did he slowly beat it out of me with every hand he raised in anger? I never thought I would be in that situation. Swore I would never be that girl. But I was blinded by his façade of the perfect gentleman. The mask he hid behind in our day-to-day life. Like a true sociopath he mirrored emotions with practiced perfection. A practically flawless performance. Hell, he had me fooled and under his spell. So much so, that I thought I deserved every unkind act he did to me. Every bruise, every fatigued muscle. And I begged for any crumb of affection he would bestow on me. His good girl. His perfect little whore. That stupid pretty face that hid such depravity. And I protected him! Only to be stabbed and left for dead. Never again!

Your exposed skin is covered in a sheen of perspiration, as you continue to lose yourself to the music. Uncaring of your scar on display in your sports bra and boy shorts as you sense a presence in the studio with you.

“Are you going to join me or just observe with your keen eyes?”

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" Nat speaks up, walking into the room.

"I'm told it was my mother's favorite thing to do."

“You know you're really good?”

“At what exactly?”

“Wearing a mask. Putting on a brave face. Creating a stony exterior.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“I can see through the cracks though. However tiny they may be. That soft sweet center you try so hard to protect.”

“It’s worth protecting.” You stare her straight in the eye. “It’s the piece of me I never want to lose. It’s all the humanity I have left that wasn't beaten out of me. And one day, when Lucien lays dead at my feet and I can truly breathe again, I’ll be able to allow her softness to bleed back into my system. For the safety of my remaining sanity, I’ll keep that piece of me under lock and key for now.”

“I get it.” She nods. “Would you mind a partner while you work out whatever it is that haunting you? I could use a session myself.”

“By all means. I’d never pass up a free show from the Black Widow.”

Your phone vibrating against the smooth surface of your nightstand has you reaching over. There is only one person who would call you at this hour and expect you to pick up.

“Well hello there Da. Are you calling to check up on me once again or are you calling to assuage your curiosity of whether I still draw breath as we both know Luci is here.” 

"A bit of both. I just received a call from the aforementioned bane of our existence. Which is surprising, as I was under the assumption that he was trying to hide his little venture from me."

“He made an appearance at the Avengers Compound. Tried to make a big deal over my existence like somehow Stark would just turn me over. His mistake. Unfortunately, now he knows for sure that I am still very much alive. I’m not going to tell you to be careful because we both know you wont listen to that. So just keep your eyes open and I’ll take care of business over here.”

“Aye. That’s my girl. Keep me updated and let those Avengers have some fun with him as well. My treat.”

“You have my word. Night Old Man.”

“Night Petal.”

[miracles-and-butterflies]

A random wip I have decided to share!

Takes place several years into the future, where an ailing Alma begins to consider who will take her place once she is gone (and when the triplets step down). Isabela has the perfect candidate in mind. And no, it’s not a cactus.

“You need to be more careful, nieta. You aren’t as young as you use to be.”

Isabela scoffed from where she was untangling herself from the vines that had broken her fall. She had pulled away from the path they usually walked, eager to climb to the top of the tallest mango tree in Encanto and pick the freshest one. Alma had no objection, she would be more surprised if Isabela didn’t stray from the path to explore the nature (as though she hadn’t seen or grown it before herself). Or, well, she didn’t have any objections until Isabela threw herself from the tree.

“I’m not old! I don’t look a day over twenty!” She insisted sharply. Sounding very much like Pepa had when she was her age.

“Well, you can’t deny the change in seasons; we are all getting older. I’m getting older.”

The younger woman, now back on path, linked arms with her and they began walking. Isabela was looking at her, calmer - maybe even sadly - not knowing exactly how to respond.

“The truth is I won’t be here for much longer,” Alma reflected. “It is something we all need to consider: what happens next? Who will take my place when I am gone? I want to pass knowing that these things are sorted - that the community is in good hands, that you all will be well taken care of.”

Isabela’s brow furrowed, “I don’t understand. You are already retired? Mama, Tía Pepa and Tío Bruno have taken your place in leading Encanto. And the rest of the council.”

“And that is all well and good - they are doing wonderfully and I’m proud - but eventually they will also need to retire.” She pointed out.

“That’s probably years away.” Isabela dismissed.

“It does seem so, but these things always come sooner than you think. I want to know that matters like this will be sorted.” She trailed off stopping. Isabela soon fell back alongside her, silent. “A new generation will be leading our community one day, Isabela. You, your sisters and your cousins.. one of you will be at the helm. I wish to know who, so I may pass on my blessings and what advice I have from my own experience.”

Isabela’s eyes were locked on hers for a moment. Then she blinked a little. “Oh, fuck, I hope you don’t mean to ask me,” she mumbled.

Before she could attempt to cover up the swear or take it back, Alma was already laughing heartily. She had seen many children grow up, but the transformation of Isabela might be one of the most beautiful. One day, she will happily recount it to her Pedro.

Once Isabela was to be the next leader of Encanto. She had been well introduced with the rest of the council, had been trained in the nature of leadership and the runnings of their community; it was all but made official. Alma can understand why Isabela would have (albeit briefly) worried that she might be asked to hold the position now.

“No, I do not mean you. I know that is something you do not want for yourself.” She caressed Isabela’s cheek with one hand, pulling her down a little to press a kiss on the other. “All I ask from you is that one day, when I am no longer able to see the nature out here, you will grow all this flora in my room, so that I may see it myself.”

“Of course.” Isabela beamed, though her eyes watered a little at the thought of no longer having these walks. She swallowed, however, continuing. “Seeing as you don’t mean me, who did you have in mind? Because I don’t think anyone is going to be strong enough to pull Luisa away from her construction now.”

Alma chuckled, walking again. “I agree. It would be wrong to pull away any one of you away from something you love so much—”

“Even if it is just a ton of boring bricks.”

“—I think all of you have potential, you are all so skilled in your own ways. But… these decisions take time. I still have to speak to the five on them myself. It is something they will have to think about, what they want for their futures.”

Isabela nodded in agreement and they carried on a silently for a while. Oddly enough, it was her granddaughter who circled back to the topic.

“I know you still have to speak with them all and that we should wait for their answers before anything happens…”

“Yes?” Alma caught her eye, curiously. “You can say anything to me, Isabela. I will not judge. In fact, I would be grateful for your advice on this matter.”

She relaxed slightly. The last shreds of doubts or hesitance leaving her. “Honestly, I don’t think any of them will jump at it. Not that it isn’t something they would want, it’s just… the idea of you not being here and not being in charge is still so weird - even now, with Mama, Tía Pepa and Tío Bruno having been leading for a couple years, Mirabel still goes on about it. And we all know Toñito isn’t the best with change. I get that it isn’t something that’ll happen overnight, but just asking ‘who wants it’ won’t do much. You’ll need a lot of encouragement. None of them will do it on their own.”

They came to a stop, the nature parted slightly, almost providing a window to overlook their beloved community. It was one of Alma’s favourite spots and she could never resist taking a moment to set enjoy it.

Isabela didn’t say anything more, watching with her. Though it seemed that she was preoccupied in watching her grandmother, to see how she was reacting to the information, rather than judging the growth of a particular plant (as she usually did).

“I think you’re wrong.”

Alma turned, pulled from thought. She wasn’t offended, but definitely startled. “Pardon?”

“The other five,” Isabela emphasised with a nod down to the village, where surely they must be, busy with their own work or pastimes. “They are talented and have their own strengths and weaknesses and are all very helpful and good people, but I wouldn’t make just any one of them leader based on that.”

It was a fair point.

“And you are sure you aren’t just saying this, in fear Luisa might ban your café con leche if she were in charge?” She couldn’t resist the chance to tease her.

Isabela glared, “No! She wouldn’t have the power to do that anyways.” She looked back at the mango she had picked, still in hand. Bright and warm; full of promise. Alma got the message. “I mean that I think there is really only one of them who could, should, be the leader. Nobody could do it the same as you, or the triplets—”

“Good, I wouldn’t want anyone to do it exactly like us.” Alma smiled. “This new change will fully embrace the connection between the Madrigals and the rest of the community; no more of our family being placed on a pedestal above anyone else.”

“Then she will be perfect.”

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 18 will be posted soon.

Currently 17 chapters completed: 631.5K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 18 because there's a lot happening as Buck and Eddie get closer to their secret wedding day.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 17, here's a brief overview: Eddie and Chimney were in an accident and as expected, Buck didn't take it well but he had Eddie's back like he said he would and he took care of everything. After almost two weeks, Buck finally received a response from his bio dad but it wasn't the type of response he expected and Chris asked Eddie what would happen to him if Eddie would have died in the accident. He told him about the legal guardianship and the fact that Buck's moving in but they didn't tell him the rest.

They'll tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner but they didn't tell them everything. No one knows they're getting married in six weeks, not even Chris because they haven't told him yet.

Who are they going to reveal their relationship, engagement and European vacation to in Chapter 18?

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 18 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy.

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It’s the morning of Thanksgiving Day and Buck’s the only one in the house who’s awake.  He’s staring at the ceiling and as he lightly traces his fingertips up and down Eddie’s back, he tries to calm his nerves as best he can.  He glances at the clock again, sees it’s 3:02AM and deeply inhales.

When he feels Eddie stir, he figures he felt him slightly move because he lifts his head and in his sleep laden voice, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

He kisses his forehead and replies, “Nothing, I’m ok.  Just go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up in a few hours”.

He knows something’s wrong because Buck’s awake at dark o’clock in the morning and he can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s been up for a while since he can’t hear the faint sound of a British accent when he talks like he usually does.

He runs his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip and whispers, “My love… I can’t go back to sleep because if you’re awake then I’m going to be awake too so… talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

He meets Eddie’s eyes and admits, “Honestly, I’m kind of nervous.  I just hope everyone else in your family likes me”.

He can see the trepidation behind those ocean blue eyes he loves so much and he can see the nervousness in his small smile.  He knows he’s serious about wanting all the Diazes to like him and he didn’t have to say a name for him to know who he meant when he said, “everyone else”.  He was talking about his mother since she walked out of Tia Pepa’s living room when they told her and Ramon they’re in a relationship and they’re engaged to be married.

His dad is happy for them and so are his sisters, his abuela and his aunt and they all said they had been waiting for the day when they would finally admit they’re in love.  Since they all saw it, he can’t understand why his mother didn’t or maybe refused to see it too.  His younger self would have cared but the man he is today doesn’t give a rat’s ass about what his mother thinks because his only concern is for his fiancé and their son.

“My dad, my sisters, my abuela and my aunt already love you.”  He places a soft kiss onto his chest and continues, “And the ones you’ll meet today are going to love you too”.

“I just wish… you were going to be there with me and Chris.  I—I mean I um… know you have to work and you’ll be there after your shift but babe… they’re your family and what—what if they don’t like me?”

“Not only will they like you; they're going to love you because I love you.  You’re mine and Chris’ family which means you’re already part of the Diaz family.  We’re just making everything official in 24 days when we get married and we become Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”  Eddie replies as he moves up so his face can be right in front of his fiancé’s.  He caresses his cheek then he leans in and places a gentle kiss onto his lips.

After they pull apart, Buck beams a big smile and says, “You’re biased because you love me”.

“You’re right I do and I’m also in love with you so I can afford to be biased.”  He replies with a big smile of his own then he kisses him again but this time, the kiss is long, deep and slow.  It’s syrupy sweet and filled with passion and flashes of their future as husbands.

Buck’s gasping and moaning like he can’t get enough and the truth is, he can’t. Eddie's his everything and whenever they kiss like they are right now with their tongues tangled and their bodies pressed together, it settles something deep inside of him.

What will happen at Tia Pepa's when Buck and Chris spend Thanksgiving Day with them while Eddie's at work?👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant.  The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - Will be posted soon.

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[the-faceless-bride]

13 wishes

Camilo M. x reader

   ~🕯☀🐀🍘💬🐝👂🦎🐆🌷💪🏼🦋~

Summary✒ the Madrigals are taking a Family Vacation, well apart from Abuela who chose to watch over Encanto, the Family needs a break... However, the family ends up finding a new stranger who has a gift and a certain shapeshifter in the Madrigal family quickly helps the Stranger come together with his family...

((Part 1) I really missed writing for the Madrigals and this stupid chameleon )

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The Family was taking a much-needed vacation, in a new small town with few problems.

Juliéta was happy to be in a new (temporary) kitchen to get messy and try new things without worrying about getting Casita all messy, Aústan was just happy to spend time with his family and not worry about the Bees... Mirabel was happy to share her dresses and fashion designs with new people, Luisa was happy to not use her gift and give her sore muscles a well-deserved break, and Isabela was ready to spread beautiful plants all around the town as thanks.

Pepa was so happy to finally be out and be able to see a whole new world and not worry about anything for once and that alone had a brightly colored rainbow above her head; Félix was happy to see his wife happy as he carried his youngest son on his back trying to answer as many of the "what's that!" Questions the youngest asked, Antonio was intrigued and mesmerized by the new world he was being brought into, Delores was ready to hear all the juicy gossip she could from the new town to gossip with her mamá, Camilo was ready to pull his charm, and perform every night as him and not shift into anyone, and people would cheer not because he was a Madrigal but because he was talented.

And Bruno was happy to be with his family and not have to worry about a single vision ruining the vacation or anyone's day.

Upon arriving the Madrigals were greeted with smiles and warm welcomes, and the Kids were happy to play with Antonio!

The young ladies all welcome Delores, Isabela, and Luisa into their groups and being complementing each other's dresses, hair, and overall beauty.

Mirabel was being complimented on her talents by the town's seamstress, being invited to make a dress or two.

The Mothers and Fathers of the Family were encouraged to have a date night all to themselves as they don't get those often any more.

Bruno was talking to the mice in the town and introducing his little furry friends.

And Camilo well, while he is welcome to perform he has already gotten the attention of some girls in the town...

While Camilo was trying to get his act together and simultaneously hiding from the awestruck girls of the town he tripped over a small object.

Looking down at the small object it looked to be made of glass, small crystals, and flowers? Rested at the bottom of the oddly shaped glass trinket, the golden chain was what caught his foot.

Camilo lifted the trinket closer to his face before trying to rub some of the dirt off of the glass to get a better look at the object in his soft hands when it glowed and started to shake and in shock Camilo dropped it.

But a hand from someone who hadn't been there a moment before caught the glass trinket.

"Hello, finder!" A cheery voice calls to him and he looks into the colorful eyes of the magical stranger, "where did you come from?" He asks awkwardly still shocked at the fact someone other than his family had gifts.

"You called for me!" The stranger answered lifting their hand and gesturing to the odd object in their hand.

"You found my trinket and for that, you get 13 wishes! No more no less! So use them wisely and remember to be very careful with what you wish for!" The stranger advised the awestruck boy. All the information took Camilo a moment to take in and comprehend.

"Wait. So I get 13 wishes, and get to wish for whatever I want?" Camilo says his excitement about the situation he found himself in, thinking of all the arepas he could ask for.

"Well, there are a few... Restrictions I have put in place." The stranger plays with their fingers as they lean away from the boy. Before grabbing his Ruana and pulling him in close till they were face to face only a few inches away, "RULE NUMBER ONE!" the stranger exclaimed staring into his eyes "tell NO ONE! About the trinket and how you are currently the holder of it! Or how many wishes you have used!!" Camilo gulps as the stranger loosens their grip on him and pulls away slightly, "RULE NUMBER TWO!" The stranger's voice rises again, "I can't make anyone fall in love with anybody else"- the stranger poofs next to Camilo placing a loud kiss on his cheek- " just a little kissy there!" The stranger teased before the moved to grasp his shoulder, "oh, and I can't kill anybody or bring anyone back from the dead." The stranger just looks into his eyes with a big smile after saying that and it made Camilo shiver in slight fear.

Before breaking eye contact with Camilo, "but anything other than that, you got it." The stranger sighs, Camilo thinks for a moment looking around him and noticing it has gotten dark out Camilo decides to put the stranger to the test.

"Well, I don't know. Those rules seem to be pretty simple things and you can't even do that! I doubt you would even be able to bring me back to my mamí and Papí in the town over." He looks to his side in fake disinterest making the stranger glare at him, "oh you want proof? I'll give ya' proof pretty boy!!" And just like that Camilo was momentarily blinded by a light before he was in front of his family,

"How's THAT for proof!" The stranger yells in his face and Camilo hums "so about those 13 wishes?" Camilo asks ignoring his family that stood watching in confusion, "hmm? I'm sorry what was that? Does mine ears deceive me? 13? You are down to 12 BOY!"

"Ah! I never wished to be back with my familia you did that all on your own for me!" Camilo smirked.

The stranger paused...

"Well, don't I feel sheepish..." The stranger shies away from the Smug boy, "fine I will take the blame for that one, you bad boy! But no. More. Freebies!"

Camilo thinks for a moment, "deal."

 

His family who had just witnessed this stranger just poof into existence along with the boy they had been looking for to say they were shocked was an understatement.

And after a long explanation, they had many questions for the stranger.

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It had been a few days and you and Camilo had only gotten closer, especially after a certain talk you both had late one night...

"Man only three wishes left, wish I hadn't spent most of 'em of food..." Camilo hints at the stranger, "nice try, but not takebacks for wishes."

Camilo snaps his fingers with an exaggerated huff "worth a shot." You and Camilo look up at the night sky, he would be going home soon and he wanted to make his last wishes good.

"What would you wish for?" Camilo asks...you pause no one had ever asked you that before you were genuinely stumped...

"Umm, maybe to be able to make wishes for me..."

Camilo looks at you, "what do you mean?"

"Well, I can't make wishes for me. Like wishes that would benefit me in any way. I'm just forever meant to do what the finder wants me to, no matter how I feel about it. To be able to say no, or make my own wishes come true... That would be what I would wish for..."

Camilo looks at you with stars in his eyes, watching you at that moment. Seeing you so passionate about what you want, made his heart skip a beat.

Camilo smiled, and he scooted himself to you; he knew what his very last wish was going to be for sure... No matter what.

[yellowcry]

We don't talk about Julieta

Garish' version of 'We don't talk about Bruno'

There's only lyrical part, maybe I'll make a сhoreography/what happens on the screen later, but no promises as I don't really know how to put everything down

[Pepa:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

We don't talk about Julieta, but

It was at Mirabel's ceremony

[Félix:]

It was your sister's ceremony

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready

And there wasn't anything wrong

[Félix:]

Nothing could be wrong

[Pepa:]

Julieta walks out with an angry face

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I'm sorry, mi vida, go on

[Pepa:]

Julieta says, "I won't leave her, no matter what"

[Félix:]

Why had she lie to us?

[Pepa:]

In doing so she broke our hearts

[Félix:]

Abuela gets explanation

[Pepa:]

The next day we found her nowhere

[Félix:]

What a upsetting story, but anyway

[Pepa & Félix:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

We don't talk about Julieta

[Camilo:]

Hey, I loved the sound of her planned steaming

I can never hear her muttering or mumbling

I can tell her food was always best

Hey, it's good!

It's a nice lift with a skill so valuable

Always left the village and me comfortable

Grinding with the passion that we couldn't understand

Do you understand?

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the work

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

Yeah, she sees your fear and knows what to do

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Julieta, no, no, no

[Dolores:]

No, no

[Pepa & Camilo:]

We don't talk about Julieta

[Dolores:]

We don't talk about Julieta

[Townsperson 1:]

She knew my fish would die, did nothing at all

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 2:]

She said I'll grow a gut, and just how she said

[Ensemble:]

No, no

[Townsperson 3:]

She didn't give me food, just look at my head

[Ensemble:]

Hey!

No, no

Your fate is sealed when Julieta's jury complete

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much

Just like a mother should love her child

She told me my strength would launch

More than my mind can imagine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way

[Agustin:]

She told me I won't be alone

That there won't be a capstone

That we'll be together and ever

It's like I see her now

[Luisa:]

Hey sis, can you stay out of this?

[Agústin:]

It's like I can see him now, I wish I could see her now

[Isabela:]

Um, Julieta

Yeah, about my mama

I really need to know about Julieta

Give me the truth behind it all, Julieta

[Felix:]

Mija, your boyfriend's here

[Abuela Alma & Dolores:]

Time for dinner

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the work

[Pepa:]

It was at Mirabel's ceremony

[Félix:]

It was your sister's ceremony

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much

[Dolores:]

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

[Pepa:]

We were getting ready and nothing was wrong

[Félix:]

Nothing could go wrong

[Luisa and Isabela:]

Just like a mother should love her child

[Dolores:]

Yes, she sees your fear

[Pepa:]

Julieta walks out with an angry face

[Luisa:]

She told me my strength would launch

[Dolores:]

Knows what to do

[Félix:]

Thunder

[Pepa:]

You're telling the story or am I?

[Félix:]

I'm sorry mi vida go on

[Luisa:]

More than my mind can imagine

[Abuela Alma:]

Óye, Mariano's on his way

[Pepa:]

Julieta says, "I won't leave her, no matter what"

[Félix and Isabela:]

Why had she lie to us?

[Dolores:]

Never is blaring, always in the workk

[Luisa:]

She told me that she loves me so much, just like a mother should love her child

[Agustin:]

She told me I won't be alone, that there won't be a capstone

[Pepa:]

In doing so, she broke our hearts

[Félix:]

Abuela gets explanation

[Dolores:]

Talks in a caring, and gets to the dark

[Agustin:]

That we'll be together and ever, and ever...

[Dolores:]

Yeah, she sees your fear and knows what to do

[Pepa:]

The next day we found her nowhere

[Félix:]

What an upsetting story

[Agustin, Luisa, Mirabel and Isabela:]

And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine

[Ensemble:]

He's here

Don't talk about Julieta

[Isabela:]

Okay, what the hell does it mean?

[Ensemble:]

Not a word about Julieta

[Isabela:]

Maybe I shouldn't have brought Julieta...

[animeheadcanonsblog]

Unpopular Opinion

I actually like Wish (Disney Movie). I mean its not as good as Encanto or Lion King or the other disney Movies. But honestly...I don't care enough about Disney (company) too complain. Honestly I think you all care too much about a movie for children. And you care too much Disney (The company). I mean yeah...it could've been better. But then again...this is Disney and everyone should know what matters to Disney the most...money. Do you know why they choose the star to be a star and not some star-boy? Because a star plushie is going to sell better. Now personally I am glad that there is no romance in this movie. Honestly I think Disney couples usual suck, if you think about it most of them are questionable. And unless Disney finally has the balls to have a non-straight couple (you know a lesbian or gay couple) I do not think that its going to change soon. Like I do think that some straight couples are great, but most of them are side characters like Julietta and Augstin, Felix and Pepa in Encanto. The straight couples only work in animal styled cartoons (Lion king, Lady and the tramp etc), but for humans...they usually make me mad. I cannot watch Ariel without being annoyed at her choosing to be a human for a man she doesn't even know instead of being a mermaid. Even tough I like the movie. But I'd prefer for Magnifico not to be a villain, but start as an antagonist and that the book has some sort of power over him + his paranoia and trauma makes him that way. And then at the end he would finally realize that he was wrong to keep away so many wishes. Then he and Aisha would work together to fullfill the wishes (non-dangerous ones) and only keep the ones that are dangerous. And at the end Amaya and Magnifico get a baby and they hold it like Rafiki does with Simba (to pay tribute to Lion King).

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Probably gonna get flack for this but I honestly don't care anymore I need to get this off my chest

I am so tired of people comparing Ming to Alma Madrigal and Miguel's abuelita

And I'm also tired of people defending Alma and Miguel's abuelita

Yes I know they both have generational trauma but that's not an excuse

Listen Ming was a good mom sure she was a bit overbearing a bit overprotective but hey some moms are like that bottom line is Ming was still a good mother to Mei

This is why I think you really can't compare her to Alma and Miguel's abuelita

Throughout Encanto and Coco Alma and Miguel's abuelita treat their respective grandchildren like shit and in Alma's case it's not just her grandkids she treats like shit but also her kids

I am being more merciful on Miguel's abuelita because we barely see her in the movie but she knows what she did

Alma on the other hand we see for most of the film and most of the time she's treating her family like shit

Forcing Isabela to be perfect, making Luisa feel she only has value cuz of her strength, making Mirabel feel like an outcast and makes her feel she has no worth because she doesn't have a gift, making Camilo lowkey have an identity crisis because she constantly makes him shapeshift to entertain the townsfolk, making Pepa a nervous wreck, making Bruno isolate himself and not even bothering to defend him from the townsfolk going as far as to forbade people from mentioning his name and much much more

And then when Mirabel actively tries to fix the miracle and save their home Alma blames Mirabel for the miracle dying because that's all Alma cares about

Not her family, no she only cares about the miracle and her reputation

Yes I'm aware she realized the error of her ways at the end of the film

No this doesn't automatically absolve her of any of her previous deeds throughout the film Alma is literally an abusive family member and almost everybody in the fandom seems to ignore that all because she apologized and said she would do better at the end of the film which we don't even know if she kept to her word because we never got a continuation of Encanto

And before y'all go "You wouldn't say that if Alma was a white man" yes actually I would cuz there's a white male character who is EXACTLY like Alma who I despise

Perry Babcock from Paranorman

Perry is an awful father to Norman because Norman can sees ghosts and everyone thinks he's crazy and literally within the first 10 minutes of the film Perry screams at Norman that he's a freak and he brings shame to his family and then blames his wife's side of the family for Norman's ability and at the end of the movie Perry sees the error of his ways and apologizes to Norman and says he'll try to be better

Sound familiar?

Perry Babcock and Alma Madrigal are very similar characters

Bottom line I wish people would stop comparing Ming to Alma and Miguel's abuelita because unlike the latter the former was actually a good mother

[monsterrae1]

✨Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by my lovelies @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @heartshapedvows @wildlife4life thanks 🖤

Lumberjack Buck has taken over my entire brain so:

Tiny snippet as a treat:

He was bright and fun, and honestly quite badass with an ax, and he always looked after the people he cared about and Eddie considered himself and Chris lucky to be part of that circle.

Eddie just really, really, wished that he would stop chopping wood in his backyard, without a shirt on - It was the middle of Autum for fucks sake - while Eddie was trying to sort through his laundry, the room Buck knew had a perfect view of his backyard.

“You should take a picture, mijo, it’ll last you longer” His Tia’s Pepa teasing voice broke him out of his trance, the poor shirt in his hand had been folded over and over for nearly 10 minutes now.

Eddie blushed, “No idea what you’re talking about” He said, denying that he had been mapping with his eyes every single inch of exposed skin and tattooed chest and arms just one second ago.

Tagging if they’d like to share anything @brokenribsdiaz @cowboy-buddie @loserdiaz @buddierights @alyxmastershipper @prettyboybuckley @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @rogerzsteven @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @housewifebuck @911onabc (if you don’t have a hangover) @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @folk-fae @satashiiwrites and whoever else wants to do it

[prosperdemeter2]

🌩️ and 🌈 👀👀🙏

🌩 - retail!AU

“Better!” He quipped and Eddie wanted to punch him in his face. Right between the pretty blue of his eyes.  “Better?” Eddie wished he had the ability to spontaneously combust. “This is a fifty-two!”  “And the last time I was here,” Fire Marshal Buckley said with a click of his pen. “It was a twenty-three. So you’re on the rise.”  It was ridiculously positive. It felt like Abuela telling him to look on the bright side! It was… Eddie shook his head with a groan. “You marked us down for the boxes in the hallway.”  “Yeah,” Buckley said slowly. “They’re blocking the electrical panels. That’s a major safety concern.”  “They were literally in the same spot last time and you didn’t mark us down at all.”  “It kind of felt like kicking someone when they were down.” Buckley said slowly with a wrinkle of his brow that really had no right looking so adorable. “I gave you a list of things to work on -.” “And we worked on them!” Eddie protested and nearly knocked Christopher’s new school picture off his desk with the enthusiastic flutter of his hands.  Buckley looked entirely unimpressed by Eddie’s theatrics. If he didn’t know any better (which he didn’t), he would say the other man was enjoying watching Eddie squirm. “And I gave you better marks on those things.” Buckley tapped his pen against his clipboard (with a new sticker this time that boasted to do it for the donuts). “Arguing with me isn’t going to change your score -.”  But sleeping with you will?  No, Eddie stopped himself. That was all rumor and conjecture. A Did-You-Know coming from a twenty-year-old who, while May was incredibly mature for her age and well deserving of her position, fell into the gossip-mill just as much as every other teenager and young adult under Eddie’s care. It didn’t matter what Fire Marshal Buckley and the previous store manager Abby Clarke did. Eddie wasn’t about to sleep with the man in order to get his store a passing grade. Even he could admit that Buckley’s job was to keep everyone in the store safe, and getting him to fudge the numbers wouldn’t exactly help with that goal. “Buckley, listen -.”  “Buck.”  Eddie stalled in his protest. “What?”  “Buck.” Buckley corrected. “My name’s Buck.”  “Your parents named you Buck Buckley?” Eddie wrinkled his nose at him, his protest derailed at the thought. “Did they hate you?” 

🌈 - watermark (this is the fluffiest thing I've gotten, please 🙏)

Eddie shook his head at himself and almost cautiously held out his good arm (the only one he could hold out, because the right one was stuck to his chest with a black, velcro strap). For a moment, he almost convinced himself that he had messed up. That he had chosen the wrong universe. He was with the Buck that didn't know how to make Eddie forget how to form words. But Buck stepped into the circle of his arm easily, settled into the space like it was made for him, wrapped his own loose around the back of Eddie’s head to pull it into his stomach. “It’s nothing crazy,” Buck said softly, weaving his fingers through the hair at the back of Eddie’s head. “Chris, Pepa, your parents.”

That wasn't it, Eddie wouldn't care if it was everyone in the world so long as it was everyone in his world.

[zafirosreverie]

Habits (GN!Reader)

You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.

Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.

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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.

It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.

Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.

You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.

It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.

You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...

On the fiftieth, she came back.

You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.

A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.

It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.

You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.

Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.

But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.

"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.