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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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My world and yours

💫Character masterpost💫

Fic info here | direct A03 link

Main characters

Geneviève Amaris Boyea

David Barron

Mateo Alvarez

Minor cast/side characters listed further down

Geneviève Amaris Boyea

Her background: Multi racial with Afro-Mexican and Afro- Caribbean roots.

Age: between 33 and 35 yrs old

Nicknames: Gen and Viv

Singer, performer, past pageant winner, sometimes actress

Fc: actress Christina Karis

(Actress is Biracial, African American and white, actress is either 35 or 36yrs old)

David Barron Corona

Age: between 34 and 35

Nickname: Popeye

Prev: Barrio Logan Heights gang, Mexican mafia, now body guard and hit man for Arellano-Félix family, mainly Benjamin. Head of security.

Mateo Alvarez

Age: around 34 -36

Heir to his family fortune

Fc: Adan Canto

The Boyea Family (Gens family)

Father: Angelo Deon Boyea

Age: around 58 years old

Business and finance man, property and land owner, hands in many bowls kind of guy

Fc: closest I could find is some slightly younger pics of actor Ruben Santiago-Hudson. He’s not exactly what I was looking for but very close to it (actor is Afro - Puerto Rican)

Daughter

See my ofc at the top

Son

Deon Javel Boyea

Age: between 29 and 31

Business and sports entertainment man

Fc: actor Rome Flynn

Angelos wife/ the kids mom

Elena Ayala - Boyea

Age: between 56-58

tba

Fc:Tba

Other characters

✨ Some of the narcos mx characters, minor mention

✨ Mateo Alvarez’s sister Teresa Alvarez

Teresa Fc is actress Stephanie Sigman, oc is around 30-31yrs old. She’s a fashion model, socialite kind of person.

✨Juan Escarra (Luna Lounge owner, bigwig, money guy)

✨ Ricardo - Juans head of security

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More on the Alvarez Family

Made a fortune in the fashion industry, Mateo is his father's heir.

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✨Ages - I’ll narrow it down once I’m working on the fic more.

✨Note not everyone will have a FC or mini bio, since lots of people are just background characters.

✨ casting note- I know many of the people I cast have various backgrounds but they are the closest to what I imagined. I would have loved to cast people of the exact background of my fc but that wasn’t really possible. Anyone who looks for fcs knows how hard that can be. But I am happy with he casting, everyone’s pretty close to what o wanted, esp the casting for Gen and Mateo.

#David Barron #Barron x ofc #narcos Mexico #character masterpost

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 3 years

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🌹🌹🌹

turns out i worked on more drafts than i remembered, before i got sick. this comes from a ‘odaat + superpowers’ prompt:

“Believe me, I understand why that sounds more reasonable, and why you would even want to believe it. But it wasn’t random. You just explained it. Say it again, Elena, what you were thinking right before the walls blew.”

“That I wanted them to understand...we’re all in danger.” Elena’s hand went rigid in Penelope’s. “I-I did that. I did that? I blew up my school?”

“Not the whole school,” Alex offered helpfully. “Just the cafeteria.”

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#odaat #one day at a time #alex alvarez #penelope alvarez #elena alvarez #elena alvarez fic #odaat fic #doctoraliceharvey #replies #my fic

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solarwriting · 4 years

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high

a blurb on getting high with alex alvarez

y/n texted him in the middle of the afternoon saying that her family went out of town while she played sick. he told his mom that he was staying with dylan and he had him cover for him.

he laughed when he entered her room (the two being so used to this dynamic and him being comfortable enough to walk in on his own) because he saw her watching tangled.

"hey, i'm more of a frozen guy myself but tangled is cool too." he shrugged as he sat on her bed, his shoes long forgotten on her bedroom floor.

y/n giggled as she handed him the pipe and lighter, telling him he needed to catch up because she had a head start. he smiled at her before lighting the lighter, inhaling deeply before breathing out a puff of smoke. he sighed, he didn't get to do this, he had to be careful because his mother would kill him and his abuelita would be so disappointed if they found out.

he handed y/n the pipe and lighter where she repeated his actions, inhaling deeply and blowing out a small cloud of smoke and laying back, relaxation falling over her and making her body heavy. the pipe now discarded on ber bedside table after alex took another hit, alex laid next to her as he felt relaxation weigh him down as well.

"i love you." y/n mused with a giggle, turning her head so she was facing him. "love you, too." he said, his speech obviously affected. y/n rolled so she was on her side and laid her head on his chest, "does your family think you're at dylan's?"

"yeah." y/n felt his chest vibrate as he spoke. she tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"so, you're staying?" y/n asked, pressing another kiss to his jaw. alex nodded, kissing y/n on the head before she pushed herself up and properly kissed him. y/n was was propped up on her elbows as she hovered above alex, their lips locked. alex's hands moves to cup her face before he pulled her and himself up so they were sitting. he pulled away from her with hesitation.

their foreheads touching the two stared at each other with heavy lids and puffy eyes. y/n's hands were planted in either side of his neck and alex's were on her waist. y/n wasn't sure how long they had been staring (probably only a couple of seconds) before she burst out laughing. alex smiled as y/n threw her head back her hands still on his neck.

"what's so funny?" he asked as he began laughing with her.

y/n continued to laugh before she stopped for a moment to think, 'what was so funny?' she froze, "i don't know." she answered before bursting into laughing again.

she stopped laughing abruptly to gasp, "we should watch frozen!" she didn't let Alex reply before she jumped off her bed and ran into her kitchen to find movie snacks.

alex knew the drill and moved the blankets and pillows so they would be comfortable. he grabbed y/n's laptop and got the movie ready just as y/n ran in with an armful of snacks.

later, alex was holding the laptop as y/n rested her head on his shoulder, ready to drift off. the two never really paid attention to the movie, they were too high and they'd both rather talk but as the hour passed and it got later all the couple wanted to do was sleep, so they did.

#this was completely self indugent #alex alvarez #alex alvarez x reader #save odaat #odaat #odaat fic #odaat season 4 #one day at a time #save one day at a time #penelope alvarez #penelope alvarez x schneider #schneider x reader #elena alvarez #elena alvarez x syd #elena alvarez x reader

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pia-writes-things · 3 years

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i need to read some Elena & Lydia centred fic... I need some grand-mother/grand-daughter feels but there's like, nothing out there ?! And I'm already writing something(s) else so I can't write it myself right know :((((

Anyway, if anyone has recommendations of good, soft fanfics about Lydia and Elena's relationship, leave them in the comments please <3 <3

#I just really really miss them #and my grandma #so I need some sort of self insert fic to appease my feelings #and I identify so much with Elena #it'll do #one day at a time #odaat #lydia riera #elena alvarez

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elena-alvarez-fics · 4 years

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Sick - Elena Alvarez x reader

Request by @khiaraaa-in-spacee:I just saw your page i love it already¡¡ can i request elena with a fem!reader where they are having a sleepover and reader is trying to hide that shes sick from elena but she finds out anyway please?

Reader POV

"Hey Elena!" I smiled, putting the phone up to my ear.

"Y/n! What are you doing?" Elena asked. I could hear her smiling, even over the phone.

"I'm walking home. Ho-How about you?" I wanted to cover up that I felt horrible, but it's hard when you struggle to talk and breathe. Screw allergies.

"Laying on my bed. Alex is at a friend's house tonight, so, if you wanted to come stay the night, y'know..."

"Yeah, definitely. I'll ask my mom when I get home."

"scHNEIDER SHE SAID YES."

"Elena?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"You aren't muted."

annnnnnddd she hung up.

After I got home and asked my mom if I could go, I texted Elena and packed up.

"Hey Y/n." Penelope greeted as she opened the door. "Come on in."

"Hey." I say with a smile. I walked inside and immediately went into the kitchen.

"Hello Y/n." Lydia smiled.

"Hi. Do you need some help?" I asked.

"You can cut the peppers." She turned to Penelope in the living room, "I like her."

I laughed, grabbing the knife off the counter.

"You don't look like you feel so good, homegirl." Schneider stated, probably noticing how tired I looked.

Penelope walked over to place a hand on my forehead. Checking to make sure I don't have a fever, I guess. "Are you alright?"

"I ran out of allergy medicine about a week ago. I promise I'm not sick or contagious, I wouldn't help with the food or even come over if I was. But, please don't tell Elena, you know how she gets and I don't want her to worry about it. Also.. Home girl?"

Schneider just scoffed, dramatically throwing his hands up.

"Trust me, I know how Elena can get." Pen laughed.

I continued to cut whatever Lydia told me to while talking with Schneider. I eventually got everything cut and moved to lean against the sink with Schneider. After a couple minutes Elena walked in,

"Hey." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in the crook of my neck, "How are you?"

I giggled at her lips lightly kissing my neck with every word, "Better now that you're here."

"Okay lovebirds, break it up. Let's eat!" Lydia called.

We both sat down next to eachother with our fingers intertwined.

"You want some, Y/n?" Elena asked as they passed a bowl around.

"No thanks, I'm not really hungry." I said.

I saw Elena give me a weird look out of the corner of my eye. Honestly, I was starving. I just know that if I struggle to talk and breathe, trying to eat and breathe will be hell.

"You okay?" Elena leaned over to quietly ask.

I nodded in response, "I'll be right back." I ran into the bathroom before I could start my coughing fit.

I walked out after I stopped coughing and could finally calm my breathing, though pretty sure my face was still super red.

"Y/n!" Elena called from her room.

I walked in with a questioning look, "Hey? Aren't you supposed to be eating?"

"Come here." She said.

I crawled over beside her and laid my head on her lap.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine." I awkwardly laughed.

She looked down at me with a questioning look that almost seemed like she was trying to intimidate me.

I sighed, "It's just allergies, Elena. I just didn't want to worry you."

"Y/n, you should've told me!" She jumped off the bed and grabbed a blanket from her desk chair.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh as she threw herself back on the bed.

"Taking care of you." She replied. She pulled me in closer and wrapped us both up in the blanket.

I shook my head with a laugh, leaning up to kiss her lips. "I love you."

"I love you more." She smiled. "You should've told me sooner, Y/n. I love taking care of you."

"I just didn't want you to worry." I said.

"I always worry. I love you."

"New challenge:see who can say I love you the most in thirty seconds." I laughed.

"I will always win that challenge." Elena said. "You should rest."

"It's only eight." I said.

"And you're sick. Please, for me?" She begged.

I groaned, "I hate it when you do that."

She kissed my forehead, holding me tighter, "You love it."

I kissed her once more before burying my face in her shoulder, falling asleep with a smile on my face.

#elena alvarez imagine #elena alvarez #Elena alvarez x reader #netflix one day at a time #one day at a time fic #one day at a time

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mywingsareonwheels · 4 years

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It’s four or five years after the Nope-ocalypse (so the Them are all now in their mid-teens). A family visiting London from California happens to end up in A.Z. Fell’s bookshop during a rainstorm, and while a number of people from Tadfield are visiting.

Over the course of the next week or so the two groups keep arranging to spend time with each other. Some friendships emerge.

Alex does his usual “hey” at Pepper. It does not go well. Elena and Syd, however, successfully treat Pepper as an awesome younger baby-queer who they MUST PROTECT. Elena also loves Wensley’s nerdery. Alex bonds with Adam. And doesn’t stop bonding with him when he finds out who he is. Alex can respect, so very much, someone who makes difficult choices out of love for those around him.

Aziraphale and Lydia are TERRIFYING together. Aziraphale falls in love with Lydia’s cooking. Lydia falls in love with how much Aziraphale loves her cooking. He spills the gossip on her favourite saints. Believing he is an angel is not hard for her.

She refuses completely to believe that Crowley is a demon. He’s clearly another angel. Just one who she can snark and flirt with. Not to mention exchange make-up tips with, and who manages to find her another Crimson Sunrise lipstick. Absolutely an angel.

And then she sees both of the pobrecitos dance. Once she recovers from the shock, her steely glint makes Leslie takes three paces backwards. “This,” Lydia announces, “I will fix”.

Schneider is worried about Crowley’s drinking. He thinks of having a quiet word with Aziraphale. Then he notices that Aziraphale’s drinking isn’t that much better. He has the quiet word with Anathema and Newt instead, and is comforted by the determination in their eyes.

Penelope is Not Happy. She doesn’t trust Crowley and Aziraphale at all. She isn’t comfortable with these weird-ass not-humans around her kids.

Then she meets Warlock. And sees that this troubled, neglected rich-kid comes alive around the pair he calls “Nanny” and “Brother Francis”. And she sees Crowley’s hissing fury when Warlock tells them some latest piece of careless cruelty. Protectiveness of children she can understand.

And then she starts to pay more attention. And then she finally corners them, away from all the others. “You’ve both got PTSD,” she announces. “Like, I don’t know what resources you’ve got available as veterans of... whatever you count as veterans of. But if you’ve got anyone you can talk to, you really should. And if you haven’t... you call me, right? Or call Schneider. I mean, he’s a lot more useful than he looks.”

It’s Elena who notices the most surprising thing about Crowley and Aziraphale. She manages to stay silent on the topic until she’s alone with her family, and then she explodes. “HOW ARE THEY NOT TOGETHER?! I have never seen two people more in love in my life!!!”

Syd takes her hand. “They clearly have a really difficult history,” they say gently. “Maybe they’re not ready to admit how they feel to each other yet. I mean, they’re not just queer, they were on the opposite sides of a war for millennia. Maybe they just need more time.”

“Or maybe it’s just habit now and they need to get their sticks out of their butts and talk to each other,” says Penelope.

“Or maybe that,” says Syd.

No one else will ever know what the Alvarez family said to Crowley and Aziraphale on the last evening of their holiday to London. But the staff at the Ritz the following lunchtime most certainly noticed that their favourite customers appeared to have finally got their act together and to be on a proper date. And five years later, when an angel and a demon have their... not quite a wedding, not quite a handfasting, not quite neither of those... in the woods outside Tadfield, their weird British human family is joined by their weird American human family. The food is stunning (a ridiculous mixture of Cuban, French, and Japanese that somehow works exquisitely). And it turns out that with a suitable bevy of miracles, the happy couple can lay on a magnificent de-alcoholised champagne for the toasts, followed by an even more magnificent de-alcoholised chateauneuf-du-pape.

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fangirlshrewt97 · 5 years

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Greatest Disappointment You Know

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: One Day at a Time

Pairing: None

Characters: Elena Alvarez, Penelope Alvarez, Victor Alvarez

Rating: General

Warnings: Self-hate and homophobic thoughts

Additional Tags: Whumptober2019, Abandonment issues, self-esteem issues, self-hatred, homophobic thoughts, mother-daughter relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, supportive parent, tears, crying

Whumptober 2019 Prompt: Abandoned

Summary: When Penelope hears her daughter crying at night and goes to comfort her, she is shocked to find just how much Victor abandoning her on her quinceañera hurt Elena.

Link to A03: archiveofourown.org/works/20923868

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Penelope was heading to bed hen she heard a faint sound coming from he daughter’s room. Concerned, she walked to the door and put her head against it, trying to hear better. The noise was still faint, but was that… was Elena crying?

Worry increasing, Penelope knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle her daughter. “Elena, sweetie, are you ok?”

Abruptly, the noise choked off, and Penelope heard some scuffling on the other side of the door before Elena replied “Yeah mom, I’m fine.”

Penelope wasn’t naive enough to believe her daughter. “Can I come in real quick?”

“No! I’m fine really, just go to bed!” Elena said, voice tinged with the slightest hint of panic. The worry in Penelope’s stomach just grew larger, what could have her daughter feeling so scared.

“Please Elena, open the door for me?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“Mom….”

“I just want to kiss you goodnight. Please?”

Penelope stepped back when she heard some more scuffling and the deadbolt unlocking. She gasped when the door opened to show her daughter hunched over, wiping her nose on one sleeve of her sweater. Approaching her as she would a scared animal, Penelope gently placed her hand on Elena’s cheek, lifting her face up. “Ay, nena…”

Elena’s face was splotchy and red, eyelids puffy with tear-marks stark on her face even in the dim hallway light. Elena bit her lip as fresh tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled before tucking herself tightly into her mother’s arms. Penelope automatically wound her free hand over her waist, holding her daughter close as she moved the other hand from Elena’s cheek to the back of her head.

Neither knew how long they stood in the doorway before Penelope gently nudged Elena to move backwards until they were both sitting on her bed. Penelope grabbed tissues from the box on Elena’s desk, wiping the tears from her daughter’s face, her own showing her concern freely. Elena took one tissue and blew her nose, trying to catch her breath and blinking rapidly to make the tears stop. Penelope only pulled away when Elena seemed to get things under control again.

“Elena, what happened?” Penelope asked, anxiety barely hidden.

“I’m sorry mami.” Elena sobbed, too lost in her head, anxiety clogging her throat.

“What are you sorry for? There’s nothing to be sorry for! Why are you crying?”

“I’m-I-I’m just…” Elena started before crying again. Penelope pulled her against herself, bringing them both to lean against Elena’s bed’s headboard.

“Breathe Elena.”

“I’m sorry I disappointed you.” Elena whispered, voice so low Penelope barely caught the words. But the words sent a shock of fear and anger through her as she tightened her grip on Elena.

“Disappointed? What are you talking about Elena? You have done nothing like that!”

“I did though…” Elena said, voice so full of conviction and sorrow.

“Really what is that?”

“I’m just…I wish I was straight mami, I really do. I tried pretending so much but I couldn’t do it, and I’m so sorry.” Elena said before dissolving into tears again. Penelope meanwhile was shell-shocked. Those were not words she ever thought she would hear from her daughter. And certainly not ones she thought were the slightest bit true. What on earth had made Elena think it was?

“Elena, hija, look at me, please.” Penelope pleaded, needing her daughter to hear her next words carefully. When Elena sat up slightly, Penelope curved her hands over her daughter’s cheeks, bringing her close to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, before resting her forehead against Elena’s. “You are the most incredible daughter I could ever ask for Elena. You are so smart, so beautiful, so stubborn, but your heart is always in the right place. You are so angry, but the world is unfair and you should be angry. You do what is right and you stand by your principles, god Elena, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I promise you, never, not for even a second, have I ever thought you should be anything but true to yourself. Because yes, sometimes you are so stubborn you don’t hear what I’m telling you. Or so focused on the big things you miss the little things. But you never go wrong Elena, not when it matters. And you being gay, that isn’t a bad thing querida. Ay nena, eres tan perfecta, I don’t care if you like girls or guys, or anyone else. What I care is that whoever you choose to give your heart to realizes what a gift they have been given, and appreciate it. Because you are so amazing, and you inspire me to be better every single day.” By the end of her mini-speech, both mother and daughter were crying, clinging to each other.

“You’re not disappointed in me?”

“Not for a second.”

“...Ok.”

“Do you believe me?” Penelope asked, stroking her daughter’s hair. Elena shrugged.

“Elena, why would you think I would be disappointed in you? What even brought this on in the first place?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Not if it is making you cry so much.” Penelope said, resting her cheek on top of Elena’s head.

Elena continued to trace figures into her jacket before sniffling and pulling away from the embrace to get up and pick something from under her pillow. Only the desk lamp was on, but when Elena gave the paper to Penelope, it was enough to show it was actually a photo. Penelope nearly started to cry again when she realized it was a photo from Elena’s eight birthday party, back before the divorce when they had all been together, even if not entirely happy. Her mother was holding baby Alex, while her father had his arm around her waist. Penelope was not in the picture, having been the one taking the photograph. And center stage, was Victor holding Elena close in front of the birthday cake.

“Elena…”

“He abandoned me mami. He just left me there during the quinceañera, and I don’t think he will ever accept me. If I had been straight he wouldn’t have left me. Now he hates me.” God, Victor had broken her heart so many times in so many ways, and she had been so angry but Penelope had never felt this much rage towards the man as she did now. How dare he break their little girl’s heart like this? How was Penelope supposed to protect her from the world when she couldn’t even protect her from her dad.

Tugging Elena back to her chest, Penelope just held her daughter tight, unsure of how to respond to her, but also not willing to tell her a lie that everything would work out.

“Elena, I want to tell you that you just need to give him some time, that he will come around, but you are too smart for me to insult you like that. What I can say is that I really hope your papi realizes his mistake and comes and apologizes. But you need to know Elena, you have done nothing wrong. If you had pretended to be straight to keep us happy, you would have died a little everyday from the shame and the lies. I am your mother Elena, and thinking of you doing that to make me happy makes me so sick to my stomach. You deserve the world. And you deserve to love who you want, and be loved by someone who realizes what a treasure you are. Because you are a treasure. You are so priceless to me, and it breaks my heart that I can’t protect you from the world, that the world is so ugly, and so cruel. But know that I will always, always love you. And so will your brother and grandmother.”

Elena sniffled quietly before snuggling closer, “I love you.”

Penelope chuckled softly, bringing a hand up to card her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “I love you so much Elena, I don’t have the words to tell you how much.”

The two stayed like that for a long time, both lost in their own thoughts. When Penelope started feeling Elena grow looser with sleep, she carefully extracted herself from her daughter to tuck her to bed. She had just finished and turned to leave when Elena suddenly grabbed her hand.

“Elena?”

“Can you please with me tonight?” came the soft request from her daughter, voice still so scared as if she thought her mother would push her away.

Swallowing her heartbreak, Penelope smiled and nodded slightly. “Move over then.”

Removing her own sweater and putting it on Elena’s chair, Penelope slid into her daughter’s bed and gathered her close. She started humming an old Cuban lullaby she used to sing Elena as a child, rubbing her back gently. Within moments, Elena’s breaths lulled to the even breaths indicating her daughter was finally asleep.

It was a long time before Penelope succumbed to sleep, her thoughts racing as she felt a chain being pulled around her heart, doing it’s best to squeeze the life out of her. All she wanted was for her children to be happy. Why couldn’t the world give them that much? Why couldn’t Victor?

Her last thought before she drifted off echoed through her brain though. Come what may, she would be damned before she let the world break her children.

#whumptober2019 #no. 26: Abandoned #one day at a time #odaat #odaat fic #my fic #my writing #elena alvarez #penelope alvarez #victor alvarez #please let me know what you think of this fic #it was difficult to write and I hope I did it justice

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justanoutlawfic · 5 years

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Disappointments: ODAAT Ficlet

Summary: Schneider notices Victor is missing at the quinces and goes to find him.

Also on AO3

Schneider had never been around so many people that actually cared about someone. Everyone had turned out for Elena and they were watching her dance with her court, with such passion in their eyes. He felt it in his own, he was so proud of her. Not that he would say it out loud, she’d probably roll her eyes. She couldn’t stop himself from feeling it, though. He had first met her when she was a little baby and the years had gone by so fast. Maybe part of that was because for the first 7 of her life, he had been on drugs and drinking, but he didn’t account for that. She taught him about things that he didn’t even know were problems. The whole family made him check himself on a regular basis and it was so refreshing.

He looked over at Penelope and Lydia, who were looking the proudest out of everyone there. They had every right to in Schneider’s mind. Penelope was an amazing mother, the best he had ever known. If anything, this party said something about her. She was strong, confident and half the reason Elena was all of that and more. Lydia was clearly the one that held the family together, whether anyone wanted to admit it or not. He never knew that a family could be so close and he was proud to consider himself a part of it.

Schneider turned around to look at Victor, but noticed his seat was empty. He did a quick scan of the room, only to realize that he was gone. Hopping up, he snuck out, not wanting to distract anyone from Elena’s big moment and made his way out into the parking lot. Victor was there, walking straight to his car and loosening his tie.

“Victor!” Schneider called out, causing him to turn around. “Where are you going, buddy? It’s almost time for you and Elena’s big dance.”

Victor sighed, running his hand over his face. Schneider knew that he didn’t like him, but for once, his annoyance didn’t seem to be with him. “I can’t do this, Schneider.”

“Can’t do it?”

“I thought I could pull through, fake a smile. It’s just one day…but she had to come out looking like that.”

Schneider tilted his head. He knew that Penelope and Victor had nearly reconnected their romance. Was Penelope being pretty really a reason to leave? “You can’t suck it up for Elena?”

“What? I’m talking about Elena.”

“I don’t...”

“She’s wearing a suit, a fricking suit.” Victor shook his head. “She couldn’t just wear a dress? Like every other girl at their quinces?”

Schneider frowned, folding his arms over his chest. “I think that Elena is different than every other girl. The entire time I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her in a dress.”

“She used to wear them all the time, when she was a little girl. My daughter loves dolls and Disney Princesses and she…she’s not gay!”

The thing was, Schneider wasn’t sure that the daughter Victor was describing, had ever existed. He wasn’t about to say that, though.

“So, she’s changed. Kids do that when they grow up. She’s still a good person, an amazing person actually. She cares so much about the people around her, she’s smart, funny. A lot better than I was at 15, I can tell you that.”

“It doesn’t change that she’s gay.”

“What does it matter? Does it really change how much you love her?”

“Of course not! I just…I can’t do this.”

Schneider felt any good feelings he had towards Victor leave his body. He had tried to get along with him, for Penelope and the kids’ sake. He knew it wasn’t easy to know how often he was around, basically being the only paternal figure they had. He was trying to respect him, give him space, not say anything to make him mad. Yet, he couldn’t stand by and let him walk out on Elena. Not without a fight.

“Your daughter may not be what you expected, but she is still your daughter.” Schneider took a step forward. “You can’t do this. It’ll break her heart.”

Victor held up a hand. “No offense man, but you don’t have kids. What do you know?”

“I know, because I’ve been Elena. I’ve been Father’s disappointment. I have to live with that, every single day, knowing that I’m not what he wanted. It is a terrible, horrible feeling. And I will not let you make Elena feel that way.”

“Well, it’s not up to you, now is it?”

Victor started walking away, clearly intent on leaving. Schneider knew he couldn’t stop him, but he wasn’t about to let him go without a fight.

“They are an amazing family!” He called after him. “You have a beautiful little girl depending on you! You can’t just leave her!”

Victor didn’t even bother turning around. “This is what she asked for.”

“No! She asked for you to be there! From what I understand, she doesn’t ask for much from you. This is the least you can do!”

“I won’t have a gay daughter.”

“Then you don’t deserve her!” Schneider felt the anger radiating through his bones. “You don’t deserve any of them!”

Victor stopped at his car, his hand lingering over the door handle. Schneider’s breath began to shake, tears gathering in his eyes.

“If you do this, there’s no going back. You are going to do more damage than you realize. I know, because I’ve been there. Elena’s stronger than me though. She’s going to get through this. It’ll hurt, but she will. And this is what she’s going to remember. You walking away. Is that really what you want?”

Schneider waited, hoping Victor would turn around and follow him back into the quinces. Elena would never even know he was gone, he wouldn’t tell a soul. Not even Penelope, it’d just stress her out and she didn’t need that. Elena would have her father/daughter dance and the quinces of her dreams. Everything could still go as planned.

All of that shattered, when Victor opened his car door and got in, pulling out of the lot. Schneider stared after him, until he was out of sight. He had to get back in there before they announced the dance, maybe he could tell Penelope so she could talk to Elena in private.

Turning around, Schneider headed back into the building. As he was halfway to the hall, he could hear the MC’s voice.

“All right, all right, ladies and gentlemen. Please turn your attention to the dance floor, for the father-daughter dance.”

The soft instrumental to the beautiful song began to play, causing a lump to grow in Schneider’s throat. He finished walking to the doorway, seeing Elena standing there, alone. She was staring where her father had once sat, looking sadder than anyone had any right to on their birthday. It felt like a dagger ripped through his heart. More than anything, he wanted to run and hug her, tell her that it wasn’t her fault. It was Victor’s. She deserved more than that. Yet, he knew that he wasn’t the person she wanted. That man was probably halfway to the airport by now.

Penelope’s eyes went from the empty chair, over to him. She mouthed her ex-husband’s name, clearly hoping that Schneider had brought him back. With a heavy heart, he shook his head.

As a landlord, it was his job to fix things, but he hadn’t been able to this time.

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idontplaytrack · 27 days

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oh the lack of elena alvarez fics is criminalllll. just look thru the tag and realised i’ve already read them all😭

#i dont play track’s rambles #i’m yapping again

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mediocre-riverdale · 5 years

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Any Lesbian Ships to Write For?

I’m trying to branch out from only writing Wynonna Earp. Glee ships are too old since the show ended, One Day At A Time has been cancelled, and Riverdale doesn’t give Cheryl/Toni enough consistent characterization for me to write for them.

Any other ships I didn’t mention that I could write for?

#riverdale #cheryl blossom #choni #toni topaz #riverdale choni #lesbians #gay #lgbtcommunity #lgbt #fanfiction #one day at a time #elena alvarez #glee #rachel berry #quinn fabray #santana lopez #brittany pierce #fics

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stanathanxoox · 4 years

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I Refuse

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One Day At A Time – Alvarez Family “I’m not dancing with you. No. I refuse.”

Alex entered the apartment after a long day of school, being a junior he was now finding that his workload was more than it had ever been before and though his grades weren't dropping, he was definitely finding it harder to keep those grades at the same level throughout the year. It was the final day of term before winter break, and whilst he had wanted to spend time with his friends after completing his exams his mother had just rung to say that there was a surprise waiting for him at home. The Cubana music filled the apartment as he entered, and he looked up seeing not only his mum, Schneider and Abuelita dancing around the lounge, his jaw dropped just a little when he saw his older sister.

“Elena?” he asked as he saw her dancing along to the Cubana music, something that she would've tried so desperately to reject. She races over to you and pulls you in for a quick hug and a gentle hair tussle before she pulls back and says

“I missed you so much Alex” you give a small smile as you say

“I missed you too Elena”. She smiles as she begins to sashay across the floor, dragging you with her, you sigh at the gesture as you shake your head and begin to protest

“I'm not dancing. No. I refuse” you say and she clucks her tongue

“Oh come on Alex, for me please?” she asks and you sigh, before giving a slight nod of the head and joining in the dancing and before long your laughing and joking around with your family.

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