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So, I had lots of ideas for "x reader" but I can't really write well so here is some idea for the people who want to write it or read some small story I make in here. I just write some xreader inserts in some...
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Interest ♡: Hector y Imelda Rivera
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Your son's name is Manolo Rivera. He has a dimple on one side of the cheek, (h/c) hair with light brown eyes, and [anything face accessories].
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"See, a long time ago, there was this family." narrated a young boy. "One of the papas, he was a musician. Yeah, this familia had dos papas y una madre with a daughter and son. He and his family would sing and dance and count their blessings.." he paused.
"But he also had a dream...to play for the world. And one day, he left with his guitar... and never returned." The image shows a little girl and her younger brother by the doorway, watching their second father departing away from them. Behind them were their father and mother, who were hurt and infuriated as the mama shut the door.
"And the mama y papa? They didn't have time to cry over that walk-away musician! After they banished all music from their life." The couple carries their third lover's instruments and records, tossing all his belongings away.
"They found a way to provide for their kids. They rolled up their sleeves and learned to make shoes. They couldn't have made candy! Or fireworks! Or sparkly underwear for wrestlers! But no...they chose shoes."
Years went by for the family, and the little girl and boy grew to be young, gorgeous adults. "Then they taught their kids to make shoes. And later, they taught their son-in-law and daughter-in-law. Then their grandkids got roped in. As their family grew, so did the business."
"Music had torn their family, but shoes held them all together. You see, that woman was my great-great-grandmother, Mama Imelda. And her husband was my great-great-grandfather, Papa (Y/n)."
Where a photo sits at the top of an altar, the picture features Mama Imelda, who had a stoic, formidable expression, and Papa (Y/n), who looked exhausted but held a smile on his face. The mother is holding her children on her lap, and the husband stands beside her while their second husband stands on the other side, but his face is torn away.
"They died WAY before I was born. But my family still tells their story every year on Día de Los Muertos, the Day of the Dead. And the little girl and boy?"
It was now the present day, where the little girl, who is now an old, woman sitting in her wicker wheelchair. "She's my great grandmother, Mama Coco." on the other side of the room shows a little boy, who is now an old man, sitting in his wicker wheelchair "And her little brother is my great grandfather, Papa Manolo."
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In a far corner, one traveler, in particular, is raising hell while the other is trying to calm her down. "Mi amour..." he groans.
"I demand to speak to the person in charge!" Imelda boomed, slamming her fist on the table, ignoring her husband's protest. The caseworker cringes as Imelda tears into her.
"I'm sorry, señora y señor, it says here no one put up your photo." she whimpered.
"But our family always puts our photo on the ofrenda." you affirm calmly, attaching your hand to your wife's shoulder to soothe her down.
"That devil box tells you nothing but lies!" she got out of your hold, taking her shoe off, and was about to hit the computer if it weren't for you to stop her.
"AMOR! CALM DOWN!" grabbing her waist, you move her away from the desk while the caseworker shrieks hiding behind her desk.
"Mama Imelda?" Julio called. She turns her head on Papa Julio, who leans back and yelps at her glare. Imelda loosens up as you loosen your arms around her.
"Oh, mi familia! They wouldn't let us cross the bridge! Tell this woman and her devil box that our photo is on the ofrenda." she defends.
"Well, we never made it to the ofrenda..." he countered, taking off his hat, fearing what he might say.
"What?!" you both cried. "¿Por qué?" you waited for Julio to continue. "We ran into... um..." behind them was a little boy who looked familiar.
He then looks at both of them, gasping where (Y/n) and Imelda begin to recognize him.
[Unfinished]
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Pixel popcorn:
You, Imelda, and Hector dance together after being away from your third lover; you all begin to spend time dancing and singing like old times.
That was until Hector saw what was behind (Y/n) and Imelda's back and jumped into (Y/n)'s arms, avoiding being run over by the bicycle Imelda's brothers were on.
He turns his head in your direction and nervously giggles at the close contact.
You smirk before planting a soft kiss on his lips as you move away to let your wife kiss him as well.
