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agathario but it's a cowboy!au where agatha hires rio to work at her ranch and rio's a sexy annoying little shit (they want each other so bad and occasionally have hate sex until they inevitably fall in love)
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LMAO I love that Dick is two seconds away from ASK ME TO DO SWORD SWALLOWING, BABS, ASK ME TO DO SWORD SWALLOWING just because he wants to show off his circus roots and/or he is the circus person here HE COULD TOTALLY DO THAT and youâre like only 50% sure heâs joking, HELP I LOVE HIM HEâS THE SMARTEST IDIOT SHE KNOWS
The Official Jedi view on politics is that they try not to interfere and do not trust politicians, but if they are running out of options on how to settle an issue they will tell Padme Amidala what is going on and just unleash her onto their problems
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Can u do a fluffy story of Camilo shrinking and scaring his family? Ps. I found the one where cami walked in on his parents it was funnyđ
Yeah! I'm glad you liked the other story, hope you like this one too!
Pepa had just finished washing the Madrigalsâ clothes for what felt like the thousandth time that week. Since Julieta insisted that Pepa was not allowed in the kitchen (there had been a disastrous incident once, when she was a teenagerâŠhonestly, you burn the arepas once and people never let you live it down), as a compromise, she took care of all the laundry. Sure, it wasnât her favorite, but at least there was zero chance of anything catching on fire. All she had to do was wash the clothes and hang them to dry. Absolutely no way for that to go wrong.
She set the basket of clothes down on the kitchen table to open the door leading outside. When she turned back around, she thought she saw the clothes rustle, but wrote it off as just the wind moving them around. Basket propped on her hip, she headed out to the clothesline. She pinned the first few pieces of clothing to the line without any problem. But the next time she reached downâŠ
âOw!â
Pepa froze. There was no way the clothing was talking, right? She couldnât be that sleep deprived. Yet she definitely heard something speakâŠand felt it wriggling around in her hand.
âThat hurts, mamĂĄ!â
Horrified, Pepa lowered her eyes to see her son in miniature squirming around in her grasp, clearly trying to get free. With a bloodcurdling scream, she dropped him back into the basket and jumped backwards. In her panic, she accidentally knocked over the basket, spilling the clean clothes on the ground.
She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to get frustrated. One by one, she picked up the now dirtied garments, muttering a constant stream of words she prayed Camilo couldnât hear. Speaking of⊠Sheâd filled the basket, but he was nowhere to be found. Oh noâŠoh no, oh no, oh no. Great. First Camilo was tiny, then he disappeared. This was exactly what she needed.
Thoroughly shaken, she walked back inside, slamming the stupid basket on the kitchen table and trying to catch her breath. Clear skies, clear skies⊠He was tiny, he couldnât have gotten very far. So he had to be close by. Unless heâd shifted back into his normal size; then he could be halfway across town by nowâŠ
Unable to deal with this scenario, she buried her head in her hands and started crying. Which is how the rest of the family found her.
She looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears. When had he come in? Out of the corner of her eye, she registered that more people were present in the door. Dolores was in front, Julieta with her basket of food next to her. AgustĂn and Mirabel stood to the side, holding scraps of fabric and spools of thread; Luisa beside them clutching a misshapen lump of a stuffed animal she insisted she only kept because Mirabel had given it to her for her birthday. Isabela was off to the side, casting nervous glances at her while she whispered something to her abuela. All of them bore the same worried expression on their faces. âIâŠâ
âWe heard you scream, tĂa,â Isabela piped up. âAll of us. Not just Dolores, you were super loud.â
A glare from her abuela silenced her. âPepa, hija, whatâs wrong?â
Taking shuddering breaths through her tears, she finally managed to speak. âCamiloâŠhe shrank himself until he was the size of my hand, he was in the clothes, but then I dropped him and now I canât find him!â A fresh wave of tears overcame her. She was such a horrible mother, and now everyone knew.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Pepa scooped him off the basket and deposited him on the table. âAy, Dios, you scared the daylights out of me.â She placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself. âWe thought you were lost somewhere.â
Camilo rubbed his arm, face downcast. âIâm sorry, mamĂĄ. I didnât mean to scare you.â
She ran the back of her fingernail over the side of his face affectionately. âIâm just glad youâre safe.â She swallowed. Her heart rate seemed to have returned to normal. âWhy did you shrink in the first place?â
Instead of answering, his eyes wandered to the door. He appeared⊠nervous. He made eye contact with Dolores, then scurried to hide behind the basket, out of her line of sight.
Dolores scowled, crossing her arms and fixing the spot where Camilo hid with a death glare.
From this silent exchange, Pepa had gained a shrewd idea of what was happening. âOkay, well, itâs not important. What is important is that youâre safe and sound. Thanks for checking on us everyone,â she addressed the rest of the family loudly. âWeâre okay now, so donât let us keep you from what you were doing.â
Pepa swiveled her head to face him. âI am, mi sol, thank you.â
He hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to rub her shoulders lazily. âCamilo,â he looked down at his son sternly, âyou shouldnât scare your mamĂĄ like that. What were you thinking?â
Camiloâs eyes darted over to Dolores, who was still leaning against the doorframe, and shook his head frantically.
Pepa didnât miss the way Doloresâ eyes narrowed. âIâm sure Milo will be happy to explain.â At his gulp, she added, âTo me.â Seeing that no one had moved, she reiterated, âAlone.â Feeling sheâd been a bit harsh, she added, âIf you two donât mind. I want to speak with Camilo by myself.â
The seven-year-old groaned. âAy, mamĂĄ. Please donât yell at me. I know, I know; I wasnât supposed to use my gift like this, but I had a really good reason, I swear!â
âI would love to hear your âreally good reasonâ for almost giving your poor mamĂĄ a heart attack.â She let out an exasperated breath and peered down at Camilo. His size made her feel disoriented. âBut can I hear it from normal-sized Camilo instead of tiny Camilo?â
He giggled, and grew back to his normal size. âOkay, mami.â
âThereâs my big boy.â Pepa wrapped him in a hug, using her long arms to tickle his sides behind his back.
He erupted in a peal of laughter as she continued tickling him. âMamiii,â he whined, wiggling around in her arms. âStop tickling me.â
âOkay, cariño.â She pulled him onto her lap, combing her fingers through his messy curls. He seemed calmer, she observed, relieved. âCan you tell me what happened?â
He fidgeted in her lap. âDo I have to?â
âWell now you definitely have to!â
âFine, Iâll tell you. But please donât yell at me, mamĂĄ,â he pleaded, gripping her arms with his little hands.
âThatâs twice now youâve asked me not to yell at you,â Pepa noted, amusement tinging her words. âCamiloâŠâ she brushed his hair out of his face to look him in the eyes, âwere you doing something you werenât supposed to be doing?â
He huffed in indignation. âWhy are you asking me that?â
Pepa stifled what would have been a very ill-timed laugh. Dolores had inherited her fatherâs sweetness, and a gentle spirit that Pepa didnât know where she got. CamiloâŠCamilo was a little spitfire. He was all Pepa. âBecause,â she drew out the word, âyou wouldnât be hiding what happened from me otherwise.â
He struggled to work through her logic, but eventually accepted it with a long-suffering sigh. âIâll tell you, but-â
âI wonât yell at you. I promise, Milo.â She kissed his forehead. âWhat happened?â
âOkay, so I was in Doloresâ roomâŠâ
That beginning did not bode well for the rest of the story. âCamilo...you know youâre not supposed to go in your sisterâs room.â
âI know, I know,â he replied impatiently, âbut I wanted to see if Dolores was in there.â He paused, eyeing Pepa as if to gauge her reaction.
âKeep going, Camilo.â She gave him permission to continue.
âWell, she wasnât in there, but I saw a book lying open on her bed and I wanted to see what she was reading.â
Pepa frowned. Camilo wasnât much of a reader. âOkayâŠâ She waited for him to elaborate.
âI looked inside, and it turned out that it wasnât a book. Not the story kind, anyway.â
Pepa had a bad feeling where this was going. âCamiloâŠdid you read Doloresâ diary?â
âI didnât mean to!â He protested. âAt first I thought it was a regular storybook, because it talked about knights riding on horses and I wanted to see them fight a dragon, but then it just got mushy. No dragons at all. The knight just got married to a princess and they kissed a lot.â He grimaced. Â âAnd then I turned the page and found out the princess was Dolores!â He made a retching noise.
ThatâŠwas a lot of information for Pepa to process. âCamilo, you know you shouldnât be touching your sisterâs things. Especially her diary. Thatâs only for her and no one else.â
âYeah, thatâs what she said too, when she caught me looking at it.â Camilo huddled closer into his mamĂĄ. âShe was really mad, mamĂĄ. And then she said she was going to make me regret it.â
âOh, CamiloâŠâ She pulled him tighter into her embrace. She really hated when her children fought. Unfortunately, with Dolores getting older, and Camilo still wanting to tag along everywhere with her, it happened more frequently than not. âWhat happened after that?â
His lower lip wobbled and tears rimmed his eyes. âAfter that, I ran away from her room and hid so she wouldnât find me. And I thought it would be easier to hide if I was smallerâŠâ
âAh.â Understanding dawned on Pepaâs face. âIâm not going to yell at you, mi rayo de sol, but you know youâre not supposed to go into Doloresâ room or touch her things. Donât do it again, okay?â She wiped away the tear running down his cheek with the pad of her thumb.
âOkay,â Camilo agreed begrudgingly.
Wanting to reassure him, she continued. âBut Dolores shouldnât have said that either. Iâll go talk to her. You donât have to hide from her anymore.â She swayed him back and forth rhythmically in her arms, like when he was younger. âOkay?â
âOkay.â Camilo seemed satisfied by the resolution. He gave her one last snuggle, then jumped off her lap. âIâm gonna go play with Mateo and Diego,â he informed her, running out of the kitchen.
Guess that was it for their conversation. âBe sure to come back before dinner,â she called after him.
He waved at her in acknowledgement before disappearing over the hill.
Pepa sat back down at the table. Needing to do something with her hands, she began sorting the dirty laundry from the clean clothes. Although she wasnât pleased about Camilo reading Doloresâ diary, she was intrigued by what heâd found inside. So, Dolores imagined herself as a princessâŠbeing swept off her feet by an unknown knightâŠif he was even unknown. Was it just a youthful daydream? Or was Dolores experiencing her first love? Ay, she thought sheâd have more time before her kids got too big, but here they were, growing up way too fast, right before her eyes. She wished they would just stay little.
The shirt she was holding almost slipped out of her hands. Given what had just happened, âlittleâ wasnât the right word to use. Camiloâs little stunt had taken years off her life.
But she did still wish they wouldnât grow up so fast.
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