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axlerica · 8 months

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CANARY ISLAND ~ PART 3

PART 2 HERE

Rosy gently placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, offering comfort and understanding. She spoke softly to Y/N, "You know, Pedri has always been very protective of his family. He loves them deeply, and sometimes that protective instinct can make him react strongly in situations like this."

Y/N nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "I get that, but why doesn't he trust me?" She sighed, continuing, "I would never do anything to hurt Fer or anyone in his family. I love Fer like he's my own brother. He even told me about his peanut allergy when we used to cook together. I would never forget something like that."

Rosy patted Y/N's back gently, reassuring her, "I know you wouldn't, cariño. But sometimes misunderstandings happen, and people's emotions get the best of them. Let's give Pedri some time to cool down, and then I'll talk to him and try to sort things out."

Rosy went back to the living room, where Pedri, Fer, and Isabela were sitting together. She approached Pedri and asked if she could talk to him alone.

Pedri, still upset, replied, “No, Mami, if you want to talk about her, I don’t want to talk about it.” Fer, concerned, chimed in, “Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on her? People make mistakes, and she might not have intended any harm.” Pedri defended his stance, saying, “She doesn’t want to admit her fault and tried to blame someone else. How can I not be mad at her? All she needs to do is admit it, and I would forgive her.

Fer, replied, "You should talk to her, bro. It wasn't nice how you treated her. You shouted at her in front of all of us, and she must've felt really embarrassed."

Pedri, feeling angry, didn't listen to Fer's suggestion. He just went to his room and didn't try to talk to Y/N.

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When it was getting dark, Y/N went to Pedri's room because she needed to get her clothes and take a shower. As she opened the door, she saw that Pedri was napping. He woke up when she came in, but he didn't want to look at her. So, he grunted and quickly covered his face with a blanket to avoid seeing her.

Y/N noticed Pedri's reaction, and even though it hurt her, she held back her tears. She quietly grabbed her clothes and left his room, heading back to the guest room with a heavy heart.

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The next day, Pedri went out with Isabela to hang out and explore the island without even telling Y/N. Confused and worried, Y/N texted him, asking where he was, but he didn't reply. It seemed like he was giving her the silent treatment.

When Pedri returned home with Isabela, Y/N approached him, feeling the need to have a private conversation. She gently took his hand and asked with concern.

Y/N: "Pedro, why are you treating me like this? You went out with her, and you didn't even let me know where you were. Please, Pedro, what's going on?"

Pedri replied with a simple “I don’t know” and then ignored Y/N, walking away and heading to the living room.

Isabela approached her with a malicious grin.

Isabela: “You poor thing, he doesn’t care about you now. Maybe it’s better for you to leave.”

Y/N wasn’t about to back down and confronted Isabela with a burning question.

Y/N: “It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who put the peanut in Fer’s drink, right?”

Isabela laughed dismissively.

Isabela: “You don’t have any proof. Besides, don’t you get it? Pedri won’t trust you. You’re just the ‘girlfriend.’ Don’t you know girlfriends come and go? It’s just a matter of time before he breaks up with you, and then who’s going to be by his side? Me. We’ve known each other for so long, and he trusts me more than you.”

Y/N:“You crazy bitch!! Why are you doing this? You won’t get away with it!”

Isabela, in an attempt to be dramatic, slapped herself and shouted, “OWWW!”

Pedri, hearing the scream, rushed over to them, concerned about what had just happened. Isabela, with her hand on her face, pretended to cry as she spoke to Pedri.

Isabela: (faking tears) "Pedro, your girlfriend slapped me because she wants me to admit that I put peanut in Fer's drink."

She was trying to manipulate the situation and turn it against Y/N.

Y/N: “What? No! I didn’t slap you! Are you crazy? When did I say that? Pedro, you have to trust me. I did not slap her at all. She did it by herself. I would never do something like that.”

Isabela kept on pretending to cry and said, "She told me to admit it. I told her I didn't do it, but she just made me say it. When I said no, she slapped me." She was trying to make it sound like Y/N had done something wrong.

Y/N, feeling frustrated by Isabela’s false story, confronted her.

Y/N: “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you making up that story? Pedro, I swear to God I didn’t slap her at all!”

Pedri, still not convinced by Y/N’s words, shouted in frustration.

Pedri: “God, what is wrong with you, Y/N? Why did you slap my friend? First Fer, now Isabela? You’ve gone too far this time!”

Y/N, shocked and hurt by Pedri’s lack of trust, tried to hold back her tears as she spoke.

Y/N: “Oh God, Pedro, you actually believed her over me? I’m your girlfriend, I would never lie to you or even hurt the people you love. You know that. I told you I did nothing. It wasn’t me, and you didn’t trust me. You blatantly ignored me.”

Pedri: "It's Pedri."

Y/N: "Huh? Wh.. what? What do you mean?”

Pedri : "My name. You can call me Pedri. Only my family and close friends call me Pedro. For you, it's Pedri now."

Y/N: “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Seriously?Why are you doing this to me? After everything we’ve been through, and you still don’t trust me?”

Pedri: “Get out. Just get out. I don’t wanna see your face again. You went too far this time. You hurt my family and my friend. They were right about you. Who are we kidding with this relationship? We don’t even speak the same language. You don’t fit in here. And I don’t think you will. This is not your place. We are not meant to be together. Just get out.”

Y/N, shocked and in tears, choked out her response.

Y/N: "Wow. Ok. If that's how you really feel... then….okay."

She swiftly grabbed her sweater and, walked away from the house.

As soon as Y/N stepped out of the house, she totally broke down. She couldn’t stop crying. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there, feeling lost. She didn’t know where to go. She was not familiar with Canary Island. Her only wish was to return to Barcelona as soon as possible.

She took out her phone, hoping to find a flight back to Barcelona. Unfortunately, there were no available flights for the day. She felt even more stranded and lost in this unfamiliar place. So, she walked around aimlessly, looking very sad, like a lost puppy.

Meanwhile, Fer approached Pedri, deeply concerned.

Fer: “Hermano, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that? Are you out of your mind?! Why did you kick her out? This isn’t Barcelona. She doesn’t know this place. What if something happens to her?! Why are you being so harsh to her?!”

He was genuinely concerned for Y/N’s well-being and couldn’t comprehend Pedri’s actions.

Pedri: “Stay out of this, Fer. It’s none of your business. Nothing’s going to happen to her. She’s not a kid, she’s a grown woman. She’ll manage.”

Fer: “Suit yourself, bro. What you did was wrong. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Feeling tired and emotionally drained, Y/N decided to look for an Airbnb or hotel to stay in. She hoped to find a place where she could rest. After some searching, Y/N found a place and decided to check in. As soon as she entered her room, she jumped onto the bed and lay down, and started crying thinking about what Pedri had said to her. Tired from her tears, Y/N then eventually fell asleep.

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Pedri sat in his room, he had his hand on his head, deep in thought about his recent actions. Then, there was a knock on the door, and Isabela asked, "Can I come in?"

Pedri agreed, “Uh.. yeah….sure, come in.” He then asked, “How’s your cheek? Are you okay now?”

Isabela: “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, how about you? Are you okay..?”

Pedri : “I don’t know… I just……”

Pedri seemed lost in his thoughts, and Isabela, seizing an opportunity, held his hand while trying to comfort him.

Isabela: "I told you, Pedro, she's not the one for you. You should've listened to me….”

She gently caressed his cheek as she spoke, trying to influence his feelings.

Pedri looked deeply into Isabela's eyes and began to express his doubts.

Pedri: "But... maybe I was too hard on her... What if Fer was right? What if something bad happens to her? She doesn't know this place..."

However, Isabela, wanting to change the subject, intervened.

Isabela: "Hey, hey, don't think too much..."

She leaned in and kissed him, hoping to distract him from his worries. Pedri became completely distracted, and he and Isabela started making out, and they got lost in the moment. They ended up sleeping together.

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The next day, Y/N had to return to Pedri’s house to collect her stuff. She texted Fer, hoping he could help her, as she wished to avoid Pedri after their recent fight.

Y/N: “Hey, Fer. I need to get my stuff from Pedri’s place, but I really don’t want to run into him. Can you help me out?”

Fer, busy at his parents’ restaurant, regretfully replied:

Fer: “I wish I could, Y/N, but I’m swamped at the restaurant right now. Don’t worry, though. I’m pretty sure Pedro has cooled down by now. Just go and grab your things.”

As she entered Pedri’s room to gather her things, she was met with a shocking sight – Pedri and Isabela were together, naked in bed.

As Y/N stood in the doorway, her heart pounding and her breath catching in her throat, she couldn't help but blurt out her shock.

Y/N: "What the fuck?! Pedri?! Isabela?! What... How could you do this to me?! What the fuck Pedri?!"

Pedri and Isabela, caught off guard, quickly separated and scrambled to cover themselves.

Pedri, looking guilty, attempted to explain:

Pedri: "Y/N, I... I can explain.. It was.. I….”

Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and heartbreak as she confronted Pedri about what she had just witnessed.

Y/N: "What? Pedri?! YOU WHAT?! You don't even know what to say because you fucked her, right? Right after you broke up with me, you went and slept with her? Wow. I can't believe you. You made me look like the crazy one. You told me she was just one of your close friends, but then you went and fucked her. I hate you, Pedri.

Pedri : “I…. I can explain…..”

Y/N : “ Theres nothing to explain. You know… I have been nothing….nothing but supportive of you. I was there taking care of you during your bad days, injuries, and after one big fight, you decided to break up with me and sleep with another girl. I told you I didn't hurt anyone, and you didn't trust me. You did not fucking trust me at all. You shouted at me in front of them. You humiliated me.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she continued, her voice breaking:

Y/N: "How could you do this to me? After everything… how could you? You know what? Fuck you,Pedri. I hate you so much...Goodbye."

Pedri's voice, filled with regret and desperation, called out to Y/N as she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave.

Pedri: "Y/N, wait... I..."

But Y/N didn't stop. She picked up her bag and walked out of the house.

PART 4????

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miracles-and-butterflies · 8 days

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Isabela: Because Mama forced us to do that ice breaker where we had to point out positives about each other, I think we should do the same about negative traits too.

Isabela: Okay, so Mirabel? You’re a smartass; you’re as stubborn as a mule; if not for your glasses, I’m 90% sure your eyes would have rolled out of your face with how much you roll them. Oversensitive, annoying, overthinking, annoying, calculative, annoying—

Mirabel: Do you want to know what your flaws are? You are no more than a scullion; a rampallian that wishes to cause trouble; a sanctimonious, impertinent fool!

Isabela: …Are those real words, sis?

Mirabel: Are those real words, sis? You are an actual idiot, this is Elizabethan Shakespeare!

Luisa: Hey, hey, hey! What have we told you about using Shakespearean words no one understands in arguments?

Mirabel, sighs: Not to do it.

Luisa: Exactly. Now, sometimes the key to a good dig on someone is simplicity. Here, let me show you. *turns to Isabela, dramatically clears her throat* You look straight.

Isabela: YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GO TO HELL

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hoodharlow · 10 months

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The Bae Area (fic)

AN: I got a few asks from that concept about Jack and Miriam getting caught so I brought back the fic. The ending is also something one of @killatravtramp anons sent in and V let me use the concept <3

Requested? My anons <3

Warnings: smut, Shawn Mendes being messy. Also this does not reflect how I view Shawn. He's one of my fave Candadians even after the canola oil shit show.

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“Water break.” Jack pulled away.

“Seriously?” Miriam arched an eyebrow at him.

“Bro, I just gave you two rounds, give me a fucking second.” He sat up and reached for his Fiji water, dramatically drinking half of the bottle.

Not only was it the first time Miriam had the house to herself since she officially started to date Jack but he had a day off in between shows so she was going to take full advantage of that to get railed. Her parents went out for date night and were going to stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel for the night then going back home after breakfast. Joseph and Katalina were in Aspen for a few more days to ski.

Jack and Miriam hadn't had sex since her last night in Louisville before she flew to Aspen to spend Christmas with her family. They were supposed to have sex on New Years, but Miriam got too tipsy and Jack took care of her when they got back from the club. After that Miriam flew to LA for an audition. Jack flew back a few days later but focused on getting some studio time for his album and preparing for his California tour.

Miriam was obviously joining him for his mini tour, except for the Pomona and SLO shows because both Cal Poly Pomona and Cal Poly SLO rejected. They were the only two universities that rejected her. (She got into all the Ivy Leagues, the UCs, NYU, USC and Stanford.) Miriam vowed to never set foot in those two cities after. They were lucky that Jack had a day off

He hovered over Miriam, smirking, “where were we?”

Miriam giggled and wrapped her arms around him. Jack groaned as he slid back into her. It didn’t take long for them to find a pace. Her breath hitched at how good it felt. Jack must have noticed, and continued thrusting in that spot. The familiar feeling came over her once more. Miriam was about to come, and he knew it. His thrusts got more precise, hitting where she needed him the most. She was about to come undone when her bedroom door opened.

“Miriam–oh!” Her mom shut the door abruptly.

“Que paso?” Her dad asked her mom.

“Nada.” Isabela mumbled.

“El gringo está adentro verdad?” He pounded on the door. “Miriam, what did we agree on? When el gringuito is here you leave the door open. Me vale verga if me and your mom are not home. The door remains open. Understood?”

“Yes papi.” Miriam said as she threw Jack his clothes.

“Harlow, you have five minutes to leave my house.”

Jack cleared his throat, stifling his laugh. “Yes, sir.”

Miriam put on some flannel pajamas and pulled her hair into a bun. She caught herself in her vanity mirror and saw she was missing a hoop earring.

“I saw this fall off your ear when we were fucking doggy style.” Jack said, handing her her missing up.

“Thanks.” she said shyly. She took off the other one and put them on her everyday jewelry tray in her vanity.

“I’mma go.” he said.

"I'll walk you out." She put on her ankle length Ugg boots.

She opened her bedroom door and Daisy jumped on Jack. The almost two year old puppy got on her hind legs and nuzzled her face against Jack's hand so he could pet her. He gave her a few head scratches and then followed Miriam downstairs.

They went to the living room where her parents were watching the 10pm novela on telemundo..

"Jack's leaving." Miriam said to them.

"Aw so soon?" Mateo said, pretending to be upset.

"I have an early morning at the studio before my show." Jack explained.

"Okay mi'jo. Drive safe." Isabela said.

"Thank you. Have a good night." He said following Miriam out to the driveway.

Somehow they ended up making out again. Jack had Miriam pressed against his car. One hand on her hip and the other was inside her shirt, cupping her breast. Miriam grinded herself on him and only pulled away to kiss down his jaw. Jack’s grip on her waist tightened when she got to his sweet spot. She licked and lightly nipped it.

"Fuck, Miriam," he grunted. "I really gotta go."

"Do you have to?" Miriam pouted.

"If I want to live, yes. I'll see you tomorrow?" He said climbing in the car.

“No,” she shook her head. “But I’ll see you in San Diego. Claudia and Cal are back from Mexico and are staying there for a bit.”

“I thought they were in London.”

“They spent Christmas in London then flew out to Mexico for New Years because her tio, who’s basically her cousin, got married.” she explained.

“Who else is there? So I can save some tickets for them.”

“I think just them, her dad, and her other brother and his family. Yeah Danny, Mede and baby Sebas stayed with her mom for a few more days.”

“The baby isn’t here?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good because I don’t want to get bitten again.”

“That’s on you, Jack. Why would you take goldfish from a baby?”

***

Jack spotted the familiar camera crew from when he filmed his own shoe shopping video as his Uber pulled up to the address of the sneaker store Miriam sent him. She was filming a shoe shopping video at her go-to store in Oakland. Last night, after his show in SLO, he and his crew drove up to San Francisco. They arrived around three in the morning. Jack slept for a few hours then had a team meeting to go over his schedule for the next few weeks. After he finished his shows, he was going to stay at least two weeks in San Francisco and work on his album.

He grabbed his duffle bag and thanked the driver. He rated them five stars as he made his way over to Isabela.

“Hi mijo.” she said, giving him a side hug.

“Hi,” he smiled.

He followed her to where Miriam was. She was sitting in front of a makeup chair getting her makeup done. She waved at him as he walked over to sit in one of the chairs next to Miriam's mom. He pulled out his phone and checked in with Chris and Neelam. He had a little free time before heading into a studio in San Francisco where he was recording a few songs he had written.

“Jack?” Joe, the host of the segment said.

“Oh hey, man how are you?” Jack smiled, extending his hand to shake his.

The two men caught up for a bit until a producer came over to get Joe. Jack sat back in the chair and watched Miriam and Joe. She seemed more relaxed than the night before when she was telling him that she was nervous because she’s not a sneakerhead, she just buys a lot of shoes that she thinks are cute. But she was doing good, in his biased opinion. She was articulate and explained her answers thoroughly without sounding pretentious which was something she was nervous about. She was probably also more comfortable because the store they were at is an actual store she shopped at and she knew the staff. The interview ended and it was time for her to shop.

Miriam quickly hugged the clerk and they made brief small talk since it’s been a few months since she shopped at the store. Jack snorted as he watched her struggle to reach a pair of shoes that were on the top shelf.

“I can fucking hear you laughing,” she frowned. “Make yourself useful and get those ‘fog grey’ ones.”

“Damn not even a please.” he mumbled as he sauntered over to her.

Everytime she needed a pair of shoes from the top shelf he looked at the camera like he was Jim in The Office before reaching for them. Twelve pairs of shoes later, and a lot of convincing on his part that she should get a pair of 990s because they were her favorite shade of green, they made their way to the cash register.

“Okay that will be $2,326.” the cashier said.

“Oh don’t forget the usual.” Miriam told her as she pulled out her card.

“Okay your total is now $1,340,546.87.” she said.

Miriam nodded and swiped her card without a second thought. Jack, trying to be funny, looked over her shoulder as she typed her PIN number. She noticed right away and hunched over the card reader. The cashier handed her the receipt and her bags. Miriam thanked her and took the bags. Jack took the bags and helped her carry them to her car while she finished up her video.

“Okay, I’m heading back to LA.” Isabela said when they were in the parking lot.

“Is that why you rode with Saul when I could have driven us both?” Miriam asked her, gesturing to her parents’ designated bodyguard that they used when they traveled. Beto was on vacation until late January.

“No, mi’ja, you’re a shitty driver and I don’t want to die.” her mom deadpanned.

Now it was obvious to Jack where Miriam got her sarcasm.

“I’m kidding–for the most part– I have meetings tomorrow morning with my team and then Kata is doing a shoot and she wants me there.” she explained to Miriam.

“Oh okay,” she nodded.

“Are you still going to see Tere?” Isabela asked, referring to Miriam’s grandma on her dad’s side.

“Yeah, I’m gonna hangout with her before Jack’s show tomorrow.”

“Ok, se cuidan.” She bid them goodbye and walked over to the SUV where her bodyguard was waiting for her.

Miriam waited for her mom to drive off the parking lot before unlocking her G-Wagon. Jack got in front of her and opened the door for her. Then he went around and climbed in the car for her.

“What’s the 'usual'?” Jack finally asked Miriam when she drove out of the parking lot.

“Oh, I just buy out all, like, the clothes and have them donate it to women and homeless shelters.” she shrugged. “I’ve been doing it since I was at Berkeley. I usually do it at the start of each semester.”

“That’s fucking amazing. I didn't know you were that giving." He teased her.

She scoffed. "You know damn well I'm fucking giving, or did you forget the blowjob I gave you the morning you left for San Luis Obispo."

"If I remember correctly you begged me to fuck your mouth and finish on your face." He smirked.

"Semantics." She waved him off.

Forty minutes later, Miriam pulled into a neighborhood. Jack couldn’t put his finger on it, but the neighborhood looked very familiar. He looked over to the park across from the row of colorful houses. There were small clusters of people in ponchos and cameras taking pictures of the houses.

“The rain really doesn’t stop these people.” Miriam sighed as she stopped in front of a garage. She pressed a button on the garage opener.

“What do you mean?” he asked, hoping she’d explain because he was still confused.

“These are the houses shown in Full House.” she said as she drove into the garage. “There’s usually more people in the spring and summer.”

Jack only nodded. He knew that ‘Full House’ was a show very popular in the 90s but he has no recollection of ever watching it growing up. He assumed it must have been an iconic show since people were outside in the rain taking pictures.

He followed Miriam out of the car and up the stairs that led to the kitchen. He was greeted by Daisy as Miriam put in the alarm. The two year old puppy nearly tackled him to the ground, but he caught her paws before they got to him. He gave her a few head scratches and kissed her head before he went to the sink and washed his hands then went up to Miriam.

“That fact that you kissed my dog before me is quite upsetting.” she pouted, crossing her arms.

Jack pulled her arms apart and placed them on his shoulders. He slightly bent down and picked her up by the back of her thighs, setting her down on the counter. He leaned down and claimed her lips.

“How are you this hard already?” she giggled, glancing down to the very prominent tent in his sweats.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you in your little shirt back at the store.” he murmured, sliding his hand in her crop top. He tugged on her nipples. “These were callin my name, begging me to touch them, to mark them up.”

Miriam's dog huffed dramatically and plopped in front of them.

“I can’t do this with Daisy in the room.” Miriam mumbled.

She hopped off the counter and took his hand leading down the hall to the stairs. They entered the room at the end of the hall. Miriam quickly kicked off her shoes and started taking off her clothes. Jack quickly did the same, staying in his boxers. He picked up Miriam, placing her on his shoulder, and tossed her on the bed. He climbed in bed with her and resumed the makeout session they were having in the kitchen.

Jack slid his hands up to her breasts. His thumbs delicately ran over her pert nipples as she melted into his hands. Without pulling away from their kiss, Jack helped her out of her panties and tossed them to the growing pile of clothes. One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn’t squish her.

Miriam gasped feeling his ring and middle finger inside of her. Jack pressed his thumb to her clit and sped up his fingers. She whined and arched her back. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they followed Jack’s fingers.

“Jack–”

“I got you.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh–Jack.” She climaxed.

Jack’s bright blue eyes were on her darkened brown as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. He brought his fingers to his mouth, but Miriam circled her hand around his wrist. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped his fingers in her mouth. She sucked them, slowly bobbing her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length of them and sucked his fingertips.

"You're unreal." He said in adoration.

He pushed himself up, hovering over her. But Miriam wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so that she got his full weight on her. They kissed once more and lazily made out. Her hands wandered down his back until they reached the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

"Please fuck me, Jack." She whispered.

He nodded and stood on his knees. He pushed down his boxer-briefs to his knees and got on top of her once more. He bent his head down and kissed her.

A faint buzzing sound came from the pile of clothes.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Jack cursed. He slipped on his boxers and rummaged through the pile of clothes, pulling out his phone. He answered gruffly, “What?” He listened to whoever was on the other side, nodding along. “Let me ask her.” he turned to Miriam. “What’s your address?”

“Just say the houses from Full House. It should show up when you type it on the search engine.” she said, getting up from the bed. She went into her closet and came out dressed in baggy light grey sweatpants with ‘UC BERKELEY’ sewn in dark blue and a matching hoodie with the same logo as her sweatpants sewn across her chest.

“Do you know when you’ll be done?” Miriam asked him as he finished getting dressed.

“Not until the evening.” Jack sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? This is your job.” she said, leading him downstairs. “I’ll have dinner ready when you get back.”

“You cook?” he asked her in a teasing tone.

“Yes, and I’ll even make a dessert.”

“I don’t need dessert when you’re here.” he said in a flirty tone.

“I can’t stand you sometimes.” she rolled her eyes at him.

“You know you love me.” Jack smirked.

“Yeah, but I’m starting to question why.” she deadpanned.

Jack’s phone buzzed. It was a text message from Neelam, wondering which house he was at. He responded that he’ll walk out in a minute.

“My ride’s here.” he said, sliding his phone in his pocket. “I’ll see you later. If anything changes, I’ll text you. Love you.”

“Love you.” she said, standing on her tippy toes to give him a peck.

Jack walked out through the front door and jogged down the steps, tugging on his hoodie. Thankfully the rain picked up, and there weren’t any tourists in sight. The passenger van flashed the headlights and Jack went towards it. His bodyguard stepped out with an umbrella and opened the backdoor for him to go inside. He thanked his bodyguard and slipped off his hoodie since it got soaked in the two minutes he was outside.

“Didn’t know you were into crop tops.” Urban nodded his head at Jack’s nearly bare torso.

Jack glanced down and saw that he was wearing Miriam’s black long sleeve instead of his. “Fuck, I must’ve taken Miriam’s shirt when I was getting dressed.” he said, also taking it off and grabbing another t-shirt and hoodie.

“I think it looks better on her. She has the–”

“Don’t finish that sentence if you’re gonna talk about Miriam’s body.” Jack warned him.

Urban lifted his hands in surrender,“I was gonna say personality.”

Jack had a pretty productive studio session even if he only managed to record one song. It was the song he planned on doing with Lil Wayne. Unfortunately, Weezy wasn’t able to travel to San Francisco because he was doing other work, but he managed to do a writing session with Jack. Together they wrote his verse and he even recorded and sent over his verse to Jack’s producer so they could mix it into what Jack had recorded. He was now in the back of the passenger van on his way back to Miriam’s house.

On his lunch break he got nosy and googled the house she lived in. He found several articles about her parents buying it because it was basically a landmark. Jack nearly choked on his turkey ciabatta sandwich when he read an article that her parents bought the house back in early 2016 for almost $8 million dollars. He knew the cost of living in San Francisco was expensive but he didn’t know it was that expensive. Hell, his mansion back in Louisville barely cost a quarter of that and it was at least three times bigger than her house.

He was playing a super intense game of Uno on his phone with Urban, Clay, Druski and some other members of PG. Jack clicked on a blue skip turn card skipping Urban.

"Are you for real?" Urban asked from across the SUV.

"Don't hate the playa." Jack smirked.

"You cheated, man." His best friend frowned.

"How the fuck do you cheat at Uno?" He frowned.

"I don't know, you tell me." Urban eyed him suspiciously.

They ended their game shortly. Jack got a notification that Miriam posted and went to check it out. She was sitting on a stool in a sage green workout set and the shoes she bought earlier in the day. Jack commented on it. He scrolled through her post because her friends sometimes made funny comments, but he stumbled on a comment made by Shawn Mendes aka her old hook up from a few years ago. He rolled his eyes and exited Instagram. It shouldn't bother him, but it did. Shawn knew he and Miriam were together so it's not like he was shooting his shot unknowingly.

"We're back at Miriam’s place." Chris told Jack.

"Thanks." Jack nodded. He nodded his head at his baby brother. "You coming?"

"Nah," Clay shook his head. "Knowing y'all, you're probably gonna go at it all night because you haven't seen each other in twenty-four hours."

"Alright, see y'all tomorrow." Jack waved.

"We're picking you up at noon." Neelam said.

"Oh, Miriam’s driving us. Her grandma lives in San Jose so she's stopping by to see her…anyways bye." He nodded.

Jack jogged up the steps and knocked on her door. Seconds later Daisy popped her head through the blinds and pawed at the window when she saw him. Miriam opened the door dressed in a grey-blue long sleeve knit maxi dress that had a slit down her left thigh.

"Hey," she greeted him with a kiss. "The pastitsio needs like twenty minutes."

"Damn, you really cooked for me." He chuckled as he followed Miriam to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but I didn't make dessert for us." She said as she set the table. Jack was about to reach for the plates to help her out, Miriam smacked his hand away. "I got it."

She finished setting the table and checked on the pastitsio. She saw that it was pretty much done so she changed settings of the oven to broil, removing the aluminum foil before closing it. She hopped on the counter and Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his head on her lap.

"How was the studio?" She asked, twirling one of his curls.

"Good, we finished the song with Lil Wayne and after the shows we'll work on Clay's song?" He told her.

"He raps too?"

"No, he's producing one. A few weeks ago he showed me a beat he was working on. I liked it and we're gonna develop it." He explained.

"Oh I love that." She smiled.

"How many tickets do you need me to reserve for you?" Jack asked, sitting up against the chair.

"Three in case my abuela's partner can come. I'm pretty sure it'll be us two, but she mentioned it to Dominic."

"You think your grandma will like me?" He asked nervously.

"She will. My dad was the one you needed to get on his good side." Miriam reassured him. She stretched out her legs more, opening a bit to be more comfortable.

"I'm on his good side?" Jack arched an eyebrow at her.

"When you're not defiling his youngest child, you are."

"But you like it when I defile you." He got up from his seat and stood in between her legs. He pushed her legs open, revealing her thong soaked through. He smirked and ran his knuckles over her thong, earning a soft plea from Miriam. He met her gaze. "You're basically begging me to defile you right now."

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Jan. 20

@'jackharlow: Life under the scope

@'mdm: not your hand blending in with the clouds 😭

-> @'jackxmiriam: not you gagging him

@'urbanwyatt: big daddy

@'exhookup: I'm in SF too let's link up 🤤

-> @'jackfan: girl we all saw the video of you trying to get his attention at his shoe in Sacramento, it was desperate even for you lol 💀🤡

@'claybornharlow: they're not ready for this new era

@'g_eazy: 🔥

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Jack via Instagram Stories (Jan. 20)

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Jan. 22

@'mdm: SF❣

@'shawnmendes: ❣

@'russ: so how serious are you and your man

@'saintclauds: it's always the Leos and the dudes that are less that 5'6 trying to be messy 🙄 it's never gonna be you

@'alinahunter: no bc it was getting weird and they knows she has a man

@'miriamstan: oop not Shawn and Russ commenting and deleting 👀

-> @'mdmfan: the real oop is Jack not liking Or commenting 👀 esp since she's wearing his jacket in the last pic

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It had been a few days since Jack's mini tour ended. Jack was in the studio for most days while Miriam volunteered at the theater she used to volunteer when she was in college. They were doing a production of the Crucible, one of her favorite plays from high school. Since they both have been busy, they haven’t spent any real time together. But today in the evening they found some time and went out to have dinner with Miriam’s grandma at her partner’s restaurant. It had become their Friday night thing.

“I can’t believe I was Gilmore Girls’ed.” Jack said as they waited for their valet.

“What do you mean?”Miriam asked.

“You know how Lorelai and Rory have to have dinner every Friday night with Emily and Richard. That’s kinda what we’ve been doing except at a high end restaurant.” He shrugged.

“Oh…wait, that's how I spent 80% of my Fridays when I was at Berkeley.” she said in realization.

“Miriam?” some called behind them.

She looked over and smiled. “Brian, hi. You’re a long way from Toronto.” She said, pulling him to a hug. She pulled away and gestured to Jack. “This is my boyfriend, Jack.”

“Hey,” they both greeted each other. Brian told him how he was at his show in LA and was a fan of his music.

Jack looked between them and asked. “How do you know each other?”

“He’s friends with–”

“Yo, Brian where’d you go?” Someone yelled.

It was none other than Shawn Mendes. Miriam’s old hookup buddy. As he approached them, Miriam took a step closer to Jack.

“Oh, hey.” He greeted them.

Shawn reached to shake Jack’s hand, but Jack just nodded. Jack pulled out his phone and called his mom.

“I gotta take this.” He said, motioning to his phone.

“I’ll go with–”

Jack cut her off, shaking his head. “Catch up with your friends.” He said cooly, before he walked over to Miriam’s car and took the keys from the valet. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and tipped them.

Miriam got in the car less than five minutes later. She was annoyed and had told Shawn off for leaving comments on her posts. Especially since he knew she was dating Jack. Shawn tried defending himself by saying he was just playing but she put him in his place and said it was disrespectful and weird.

Jack was still on the phone. While Miriam drove them back to her place, he was talking over his schedule and how he was going to be in Atlanta next week to film something. Then how he was going back to LA for Superbowl weekend to promote his upcoming single. He hung up just as Miriam pulled into the garage. He got out of the car without another word. Miriam walked straight to her room and took off her coat and heels. She was removing her makeup, still in her tight black backless turtleneck dress when Jack came in. He didn’t acknowledge her or try to get all flirty with her which was Miriam’s sign that he was upset.

“You okay? You’ve been acting off since we ran into Shawn and Brian.” she said.

“Oh you expect me to be happy to see your ex fuck buddy after he’s been leaving unwarranted comments on your posts?” he asked sarcastically. “Should I have greeted him with open arms? ‘Thank you for being a fucking creep and commenting heart eyes on my girl’s posts. And thanks for starting dating rumors.’”

“Oh my god.” Miriam rolled her eyes. “You’re being so extra. Your exes do it all the time and you don’t hear me having a bitch fest about it.”

“There’s a difference. My exes aren’t famous nor do they have millions of fans looking for scraps to make some ship they’ve wanted for years.” He frowned.

Miriam sighed and counted off from ten in her head to calm down. Jack was right and she shouldn’t have invalidated his feelings like that. She tiptoed to him and wrapped her arms around him. Jack instinctively placed his hands on her hips.

“You’re right and I’m sorry for saying you’re overreacting.” she kissed his lips.

“Damn, you must be sorry if you think I’m right.” he joked.

“If it makes you feel better, when you were on the phone I pulled him aside and told him to fuck off.” Miriam mumbled against his lips. He hummed in response. “How about I make it up to you?”

“Get naked.” he groaned as she palmed him through his sweats.

Miriam cursed as she struggled with the buttons on the back of her neck. She caught Jack through the mirror. He was already in bed in only his boxer-briefs. She sighed and finally got the buttons undone. She pushed off her dress and adjusted her thong. She turned around, ready to get in bed when she saw Jack was stroking himself.

“Hey, I was supposed to make it up to you.” she pouted.

“Yeah, but I changed my mind.” He shrugged.

“So am I just supposed to watch you jack off?”

“Precisely.” He nodded.

“Are you still mad about the shawn thing?”

“A little.” He smirked.

Jack took his hand off his cock and rolled to his side to the nightstand where Miriam had all her toys. He pulled out a rabbit vibrator then put it back in the drawer. He pulled out a clear dildo with heart shaped confetti inside and closed the drawer.

“I’m not too mad, so you can have this inside of you, don’t get smart with me.”

“Me smart?” she tilted her head.

“Yes, you, smartass.”

Miriam giggled. She leaned against the footboard of her bed and opened her legs. Jack knelt in front of her legs and moved her thong to the side. They held eye contact as he slowly slid her dildo on her. Jack leaned in and kissed her. Soon their kiss got heated and Miriam got handsy.

“Hands to yourself or I won’t make you come.” Jack mumbled against her lips.

“You’re no fun.”

Jack ignored her and settled back on the bed. He fully removed his boxer-briefs and tossed them haphazardly. He took his cock back in his hand and took in Miriam. Ignoring her deep pout and her arms crossed, she still looked unreal. Her nipples were pert and erect begging him to run his tongue over them and for him to cover them with his release. He ran his thumb over his tip then squeezed it as some of his pre-cum leaked onto his hand for some sort of lube.

“I’m so close, Miriam.” he grunted, speeding up his hand.

“Good for you.” she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you’re not turned on. That dildo fuckin’ slipped outta you with how wet you are.” he nodded over to the dildo now halfway out of her core.

“Who said you’re the one who made me wet?” She challenged him.

Jack reached forward and pushed the toy back in her.

“Fuck, Jack!” she whined.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked.

He pulled the toy in and out of her at the pace he was stroking himself. She tugged on her nipples and rubbed her clit, egging him on. Within minutes, he could tell Miriam was close.

“Let me come on your tits.” Jack groaned.

“Please do.” She nodded eagerly, sitting up straight.

Jack got off the bed and was lined up with her face. It didn’t take long for him to come. He cursed out Miriam’s name as his release landed on her neck and chest. He laid next to her panting.

“You feel better?” she asked him softly, twirling his curls.

“Yeah, sorry I got all ‘you can only fuck myself’ on you.” he panted.

“I kinda liked it.” she smiled.

“Yeah?”

“But don’t get too cocky.”

He reached for the dildo. “Does this stick to your headboard?”

“Yeah, why?” she asked him, confused. It was a random question for him to ask her.

He rubbed the toy against her entrance as he sucked on her neck. “Wanna fuck you while you choke on it.”

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shelbystales · 3 months

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Eight

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Warning: swearing, fluff and mention of drugs

A/n: hey guys! please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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The next day you woke up with no news from Cillian. But still, the day was sunny and warm, a good day to be alive, to stand up from the bed and go live another day, you thought as you stretched watching the view from your bedroom window.

You got ready to go to your morning jog, enjoying your free time from classes. Not that you don’t like being a teacher. But it’s so good to have some time to yourself.

As you ran you made your way to the beach to admire the people around. The beach was noisy and filled with people and their dogs. You smiled admiring the simple things, the kids laughed as the dog fetched the ball inside the ocean, the little girl running after her mom, the young playing volleyball and a couple nested close together. You breathed in the ocean breeze and continued your race.

After quite some time you returned home and took a relaxing shower.

You jumped on the couch with your notebook and began drawing some piece ideas for your next collection until the intercom buzzed. You made your way to it and pressed the button

“Who 's it?” you asked

“Me, mon amour!” a familiar voice answered

“Bela?!” you asked happily

“Yes, now let your sister in!! I’m sweating as a horse out here” she demanded

You quickly allowed her passage inside the building with the click of another button and in a few seconds she was at your door.

You hugged her tightly “I don't want to let go” you said, your words muffled in her hair.

“I’m afraid you have too because I need to pee asap. Unless you like me too pee on your floor” she joked

“No, I'm good,” you said, unhugging her and letting her inside to rush to the bathroom.

Isabela emerged from the bathroom with a dramatic sigh of relief, and you both settled into the familiar comfort of your living room. She looked around, taking in the sketches scattered on the coffee table.

"Still working on your pottery empire, I see," Isabela teased, settling onto the couch.

You chuckled, joining her. "Always. So, what brings you here? Not that I'm complaining. It's a pleasant surprise."

Isabela flashed a mischievous smile. "Well, my dear, I happen to be in town for a few days. Work-related stuff. And I thought, why not drop by and check on my favorite sister?"

You grinned. "Lucky me."

Isabela shared more details about her recent adventures in Paris, the bustling fashion scene, and the eccentric characters she had encountered in the city of love. As she told you her stories, you fetched her some water and some snacks.

As you listened to her animated stories, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for your sister's accomplishments.

Isabela's vibrant energy filled the room, a stark contrast from you.

Isabela, with her flamboyant personality and penchant for drama, was like a burst of color in a room, drawing attention effortlessly. Her stories of high-fashion escapades and eccentric characters filled the air with an infectious enthusiasm. She possessed an outward, effervescent charm that charmed everyone around her.

You, on the other hand, were the quiet force, absorbing the energy around you and channeling it into your art. Your introspective nature allowed you to delve deep into your creative process, finding inspiration in the subtle nuances of everyday life. But you were not entirely introverted, you are not shy or anything like it. On the contraire, you like being around people and socializing, but maybe after many years in therapy you learned to love yourself to a point where you prefer your company over anyone else’s.

While Isabela sparkled like a firework, you were the steady glow of a candle, radiating warmth and depth.

"But how long are you planning to stay?" you asked randomly as Isabela finished a story about peacocks. You loved your sister, but sometimes she was too much for you, so staying too long with her could be a challenge.

"Jesus. Already kicking me out, sis? I can go stay with mom and dad," she said, her mouth full of peanuts.

"I wasn't kicking you out. I just have to plan," you shrugged.

"Right, I don't know. I think I’ll leave Thursday, so... four days," she counted on her fingers. "Can you house me for four days?"

"Of course," you smiled.

"And how is life here? How are your classes going?" she asked with a gentle glare.

"All good. All are filled. I don't have any more free spots," you shared, your gaze drifting to the sketches scattered on the table. "I've been caught up with my pottery classes, and I must admit I love it. But I’ve been taking some projects aside. I am currently making some pieces for a new hotel."

“Uh, that's fancy! And oh my god, it's incredible to not have any empty spots! I’m so proud,” she declared, making you smile genuinely.Isabela leaned in, genuine curiosity in her eyes. "Tell me more about your life here. Any exciting developments, intriguing characters, or perhaps a dirty romance?"

You chuckled at her dramatic flair. "No dirty romance, Bela.It's not as exciting as your Parisian escapades. Just the usual pottery classes and some interesting students."

She raised an eyebrow. "Interesting students, you say? Anyone caught your eye? A man perhaps?"

“How do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?” she asked, confused.

“Read between the lines,” you asked curiously. She shrugged and drank her water. “Oooh,” your mouthed, connecting the dots. “Mom told you.”

“She did. Now tell me, how is he? Is he really that nice? Can a Hollywood star be nice?” she shifted on her spot.

“Cillian is great, he’s nice,” you smiled.

“Oh, come on, give me more! Do I have to beg?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Fine, fine.. He's down-to-earth, genuine, and surprisingly humble. Fame hasn't gone to his head, as far as i’ve seen. He's been through a lot, dealing with his ex-wife and son, but he's handling it with grace. And he seems like a great dad."

Isabela leaned back, processing the information. "Well, color me impressed, sis. You've managed to snag yourself a celebrity. I can't wait to meet him. But spill the details, sis! What's he like when the cameras are off? How’ve met?"

You leaned in conspiratorially. "He's just like anyone else. We met in class, his sister is my student. she constantly spoke about him, until one day she brought him in. He has gorgeous eyes and smells great. We've had dinner dates, beach dates.. three dates at total. No drama aside from his ex."

“That she is a crazy one, right?” Isabela interrupted with a smirk as you looked at her puzzled. “Oh come on, when mom told me who you were dating, I had to google!”

You frowned at her. “Really, what did you find?”

“Oh god, you never googled him?” she asked, shocked.

“Didn't want to invade his privacy, or know more than I should. I'd rather learn about him from himself.”

She rolled her eyes. “For fuck's sake, that's so you... well, for your knowledge, I didn't find much. He has done an incredible job at keeping his life to himself. BUT, I can't say the same about her. Do you wanna see her Instagram? It's a crazy person’s Instagram,” she said, already picking up her phone and showing it to you.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, curiosity getting the better of you. Isabela handed you her phone, displaying a colorful and chaotic Instagram profile.

"There she is," Isabela pointed at a picture of Cillian's ex-wife, her feed filled with flashy and attention-grabbing posts. You scrolled through, feeling a mix of surprise and unease.

"Wow, she really puts everything out there, doesn't she?" you commented, slightly taken aback by a seminude picture with ‘DREAM OF ME’ written on her chest.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort seeing such a public display of someone who played a significant role in Cillian's past. You handed Isabela's phone back.

Isabela laughed, "Oh, you have no idea. She's like a whole reality show in one person. her Storys are unique and the captions! ‘you know you want me’ or ‘anybody ready for a good time?’ “ she mocked as she read, making you feel embarrassed for her. “You'd think she's a problematic influencer, not someone's ex-wife… not someone’s mom. I bet in a few months she will create an OnlyFans account"

“For real?”

“Yes, look at her” she showed you the phone again

"Well, she certainly knows how to make a statement," you said, still processing what you had just seen.

Isabela shrugged, her eyes fixed on the screen "Cillian made a wise choice moving on,” she remarked casually, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalance.

You silently agreed, wondering if she was always the same character she seemed to be today.

The conversation sort of ended, and you helped your sister settle into your guest bedroom, all while continuing your discussion.

She had some work to do on her computer, and later that day, you both found yourselves sitting together on the couch, debating over what to eat and what to watch. The various food options displayed on the screen made the decision a tough one.

Just as you were about to settle on a choice, your phone buzzed, and Cillian's name lit up the screen. Isabela's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, look who it is!” she almost screamed.

A warm smile spread across your face, and you accepted the call. "Hey, you," you greeted.

"Hey there," Cillian's voice echoed through the phone.

"Hi! Perfect timing. We were just trying to decide on dinner," Isabela yelled to your ear, making you quickly stand from the couch and walk inside your bedroom for some privacy.

“Who was that?” Cillian asked after giving a prolonged laugh.

“My sister,” you answered, closing the door and jumping onto your bed.

“Oh, I can call you another time,” he suggested.

“No, it 's ok. How are you?”

“Good, relaxed. Had a good day. You?” he sighed as if he was sitting down.

“Me too. Normal day. My sister surprised me with her visit.”

“You don't sound so happy about that,” he chuckled.

“No, don't get me wrong. I love her so much... but she is too much for my ears to handle all day long. And she is staying until Thursday,” you explained.

“Is she the one that lives in Paris?”

“The one and only.”

“Ah, there is an example of an overrated city,” he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone as he chuckled on the other end of the line. "I'd love to hear more about her. I know from experience that sisters can be quite entertaining"

You chuckled, realizing that your sister's vibrant personality was indeed something to behold. "Oh, she's entertaining, alright. We are about to order in, you can join if you want”

“Oh, y/n. You have no idea how much I would love to, but I have Lukas and we already ate some spaghetti” he said, sounding a bit frustrated.

Cillian's mention of Lukas brought a smile to your face. "Spaghetti sounds good. How is he doing by the way?"

"He 's doing great. Today we went to my brother’s house. He played with his cousins all day, just put him to bed” Cillian replied, the fondness for his son evident in his voice.

“Good. I was worried”

“I can imagine” he sighed and after a few seconds in silence he finally let it out “His mom is using again”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to hear what he just said “I’m so sorry”

“Yeah. Me too. I’ll have to go to court this week” he inhaled and exhaled “I wish i could hold you right now”

“Me too” you smiled “I could make you some hot chocolate, because it warms the heart” you said and he chuckled

“I would love some hot chocolate”

“You could live closer, not almost half an hour” you complained

“I’ll be calling a real estate agent tomorrow to fix that” he said, making you giggle “we should have dinner here. you can meet Lukas”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want him to meet you”

“And I him”

“Just gotta give him some time. He’s a little upset about not being allowed to see his mom for a while. How about saturday?”

“Saturday is great, but in the meantime you could pass by…”

“We can have lunch anytime you want, Lukas eats at school”

“Tuesday?”

“It’s a date”

“No, my sister will join us, so... not a date…” You chuckled

“Okay, I can't wait to meet her”

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jacarandaaaas · 6 days

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this is really random and probably sudden but one line thoughts on each of the madrigals? like your thoughts on them i mean hehe

its one line because...well. why not ASHFUIAHSF my brain is very odd today and the heat isnt helping where i am, but anywho, yeah! hope you're having a good day :>

ooh wait this is a fun ask! it’s so hard to sun them up in one sentence but I’m up for a challenge! (In order because I’m annoying like that)

pedro: would have been an amazing dad I just know that man was funny!

alma: deserved better, I want to know her post movie journey and learning to open up!

julieta: if I could describe her in one word it would be warm, like her whole vibe so comforting <3

pepa: my fave wine aunt, she’s a great mom and deserves better!!

bruno: I want an uncle like him he’s fun, (minus living in the walls) would love to see him readjusting to life!

felix: THE definition of a sunshine character, I feel like drinking with him would be really fun

agustín: i love corny dad jokes and I feel like he would have the most wild stories

isabela: my beloved, she cries over her plants getting new buds, she’s extra and she’s so REAL for that

dolores: also beloved, I know she has the best fashion sense, gives good advice!

luisa: she’s like a giant teddy bear, give this girl hot chocolate and some hugs after all that labor she had to do!

camilo: cringe but free, dramatic as hell but also caring, will call others cringe in public !

mirabel: my daughter, she’s just a bundle of energy and I love that for her, artsy kid rep🗣️

antonio: literal baby like this child is so pure I feel such a need to protect him, would ask him about him animals for hours

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incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes · 11 months

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Isabela: [takes any and all opportunities to be extra and dramatic]

#madrigal family #isabela madrigal #encanto #encanto incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #encanto isabela

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fullmetaldevil-blog · 4 months

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Free Bio-exorcist

(I blame @nemo-draco )

Ok there's some context here. On my YouTube feed I saw a snippet video of Justin (Betelgeuse) dramatically screaming out for Lydia while the remainder of the tour cast is watching and confused. Isabela (Lydia) shows up and Justin's reaction was funny as she is utterly baffled. Needless to say, I was cracking up cause I immediately thought of the cartoon.

Anywho I commented about it to my friend @nemo-draco who compared him to a cat screaming for attention. So now he is a stinky screaming boy who needs a good home. Preferably a spooky haunted house with a goth who tolerates his brand of bullshit and is as chaotic as he is.

No beetlebabes guys.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice tour #justin!juice

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yellowcry · 2 months

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Isabela, complaining: There's so many beautiful girls and I have nobody in my family to discuss them with...

Bubo: Uh... What about Luisa? She has a girlfriend, right?

Isabela, throwing her hands dramatically: Exactly! Who did allow her to get relationship before me?

#encanto #incorrect quotes #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #luisa x raula #bubo and Isabela are besties. i'm not taking criticism #bubo marquez

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I know everyone loves to choose to duel the Arishok because thematically it's great, lots of drama, but I absolutely love what happens if you don't too.

Like getting in a giant brawl with all the qunari vs your friends to protect Isabela (and Kirkwall) is just such a Hawke vibe. It's messy. It's not heroic and perfect. And of course Varric would look at that and decide he needs to make it more dramatic.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #varric tethras #hawke #i love the duel too don't get me wrong #but i think i like the giant brawl just a little bit more #its also easier to have all your friends help you #instead of being one squishy rogue or mage vs the arishok #maybe its easier if you're playing a warrior idk

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inamindfarfaraway · 2 years

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Isabela Madrigal, Heights and Vine Symbolism

Before “What Else Can I Do?”, Isabela is repeatedly positioned higher than Mirabel. She appears on the landing when they’re preparing the birthday party in a dramatic entrance and later rolls her eyes at Mirabel’s claims of the cracks from up there too, while Mirabel is on the ground floor both times. During the argument she drags Mirabel flat on the floor and stands tall over her. Heck, her bed is even on a raised platform with stairs leading up to it.

This shows the imbalances between them of others and especially Alma’s regard, their privilege and implicitly inherent worth. Everyone looks up to Isabela… and she looks down her nose at Mirabel. We sympathize more with Mirabel in these scenes, her feeling to herself and us not just a helpless victim of her sister’s pride, but more reasonable and, well, down-to-earth.

Flowering vine swings in particular symbolize this idea. Her bed, as seen there, is attached to vines strong enough to lift and swing it. Based on how she lowers it when Mirabel first enters her room, I infer that she pulls it up into the enclosing curtains (said by the creative team to represent how she feels trapped) to retreat even further from the world when she’s upset, hiding her messy, ‘bad’ negative emotions out of anyone’s sight and earshot. Besides the bed being a big swing, she’s suspended from vines in the “Did somebody say flowers?” moment; in “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” complete with a spotlight, her vision seemingly the only desirable one foretelling her happiness and prosperity; and in promotional art designed to effectively present her pre-story character, suggesting it’s in-universe something she does often and is known for. Her trademark as “Señorita Perfecta Isabela”.

This demonstrates her skill, strength and precision with her gift, and does a lot to serve her perfect image - and Mirabel’s perception that she’s spoiled and has had everything handed to her. It’s an efficient method of transportation that no ordinary person could use. A glamorous, elevated vehicle reserved for a specific individual and allowing them to sit connotes privilege and superiority, like litters. Her being seated, the vines descending from somewhere unseen rather than us watching her grow them from scratch, their smooth, fluid movement and her not visibly exerting herself in the slightest make her command look totally effortless. It’s easy to forget that she’s controlling the vines at all instead of getting (more) cosmic help. And look at her gorgeous hair and dress as they swish and flow with the elegant motion! Look at the flowers she didn’t need to add, but did, because all that she touches is beautiful to behold! Lovely Isabela, an angel deigning to visit Earth from the heavens. Perfect Isabela, too good to take the stairs like a normal person. What a vain fucking showoff.

In the early part of “WECID” when Mirabel isn’t actively listening to her, she uses vines again. Yet it feels different. She sits on another swing to travel to the location of the verse where she explicitly describes the monotony, oppressiveness and exhaustion of always growing the same perfect flowers and always keeping up a shallow facade. “I grow rows and rows of roses/Fleur de mayo, by the mile/I make perfect, practiced poses”. Oh. It does take effort. It takes energy and time and thought, enough to leave her drained of enthusiasm for life itself. She’s been silently giving her whole self away all these years. Furthering the revelation that using her gift, at least in this way, is actually taxing, she then manipulates the vines to swing her bed not ‘effortlessly’ through her magic but with her arms and weight like a normal person. The movement is a defiant, forceful pull, as if straining against restraints or seizing her personal autonomy. The only time we’ve seen force anything like that from her before is…

emphatically ripping a flower off her own vine while ranting about how the arranged proposal she was going to accept, her ultimate sacrifice in the name of her family, has been ruined.

Now we realize: to Mirabel, the vines’ symbolism is that Isabela is better than her. To Isabela, they’re puppet strings. She doesn’t look in control of them because she isn’t in control of her life, merely a pretty doll Alma moves around, pressured to be passively pulled wherever the supposed needs of “the family” demand. A precarious position that she must constantly work to keep her balance in, lest she irrevocably, unforgivably fall from grace. She literally uses vines as a barrier between her and Mirabel. To try to remove the ‘imperfection’ of Mirabel from her room. They are tools of restriction, division and imposing your will on someone else.

But during “What Else Can I Do?” she thinks of ascension and heights positively. She wants to “climb”, to “rise” right “through the roof, to the skies”, and reflects this by rising on a growing palm tree and going up to the roof, jumping and riding plants higher than she’s ever been before. What changes?

Instead of hanging, she’s standing on her own two feet. On the foundations of her family home and plants she constructs for herself. When she does swing from vines, like when leaping off the roof and later racing to save the candle, she grips them unsupported Tarzan-style, which feels much more active and independent. She even rides on thicker, sturdier moving vines! She initially leaves Mirabel behind to climb after her, Isabela caught up in the rush of discovering and experimenting with freedom of expression and Mirabel still seeing her as a means to the end of protecting the miracle and family (hey, like Alma does… it’s as if they’re foils or something!). But by the bridge they’re both on top of the palm tree.

They’re both on top of the palm tree because Isabela helps Mirabel up. She wants to share her real self with her, for her to be part of this. This is the first moment when she directly addresses Mirabel and asks for her opinion: doesn’t she want freedom and authenticity too? Mirabel is inspired to really listen to her sister, reevaluate her assumptions about her and process the new side of her she’s seeing. Her conclusion - “All I know are the blossoms you grow/But it’s awesome to see how you rise” - is that she likes, loves, even admires the true Isabela and wants to understand and see more of her, no doubt wishing that they’d had this conversation sooner. She chooses to embrace and support her. Isabela sinks to her knees and Mirabel in response sits down next to her, so even their standing height difference is eliminated.

They finally see eye to eye. They rise together.

After that, they stay on the same level throughout the rest of the movie.

The toxic imbalances of power, autonomy and perceived value are gone. They’re equals and respect each other accordingly. At the end of the song, Isabela lets herself fall into a cushioning pile of her new, vibrant flowers, safe in the knowledge that she can catch herself.

#you know what that is? growth #literally #of a lot of plants #I’m sorry i couldn’t resist #isabela madrigal #i love her #if i cannot find in-depth analysis of her i will create it #curse tumblr’s ten-image limit #i wanted to add images for all the scenes #maybe this would have worked better as a video essay #mirabel madrigal #encanto #disney encanto #madrigal family #familia madrigal

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phoenixlionme · 1 year

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Mirabel’s Loneliness and Lack of Respect

While I have noticed most of the Encanto fandom noticing and commenting on how it must’ve been for Mirabel to be in a family of superpowerful people, I wanted to make a post to further dissect how Mirabel is sometimes not given the proper respect she deserved just because she didn’t have a gift. And I wish that it was brought up in the movie and I hope if there’s any potential spin-offs, it gets brought up.

1. Alma and Dolores

This one moment makes it very clear how Mirabel is viewed by her family, even her supporters. Alma, at least from what I can tell from her tone, thinks Mirabel is doing nothing but silly things. While Dolores insensitively answers for Mirabel about her status on having a gift. In other words, while her family loves her, they tend to dismiss her and be insensitive.

2. Not Special Special Gift

Osvaldo meant well but giving her a pity gift while calling her gift day a “bummer” was both insensitive and not well thought out. Heck, Mirabel has to forcibly smile at his ill-conceived gesture out of politeness.

3. Gift of Denial

A harsh burn at Mirabel’s expense. But one can’t help but wonder if Mirabel may agree with the burn more than she lets on.

4. Isabela’s “out of the way” comment

Isabela accusing Mirabel of being in her way even though Mirabel didn’t move an inch after Isabela’s dramatic entrance. I guess Isabela inherited Alma’s tendency to scapegoat Mirabel for things she can’t control.

5. Agustin trying to commiserate

While Agustin is a great father, when he tries to commiserate with Mirabel over them being one of the non-magical members, it falls somewhat flat (and I think Mirabel) might even be aware of it. Mirabel was expected to get a gift but didn’t while Agustin married into the family. As much as he tries to bond with her over this fact, Agustin still can’t fully understand his daughter’s plight.

6. Alma’s “advice”

From this above pictured moment of Alma trying to dissuade Mirabel from helping with the decorations to trying to nicely tell to “step aside” so others more capable (i.e., those with gifts), Alma doesn’t believe Mirabel is able to help with anything family-related. And Mirabel just begrudgingly accepts it out of respect for her grandmother.

7. The whole nursery room

It may have not been explicitly stated but come on. Mirabel is a teenager living in a nursery. A nursery that is meant for little kids. She then had to share her room with a then baby (Antonio) and he has his own room before she did. Yeah, she handles it like a champ but it must get to her on some days. She never had a room that was solely HERS. And she doesn’t understand why.

8. The people’s reactions of Mirabel helping Antonio

The moment Mirabel goes to help Antonio to his door, the crowd stops smiling. All they do is gasp, glance worriedly/confusingly, and/or whisper among themselves. Even the reactions from her family is hardly any better - Julieta is worried for Mirabel’s sake; Camilo, Agustin, and Dolores are shocked; Luisa goes from shocked to quiet understanding, as she most likely know Mirabel is helping Antonio; Isabela is frowning because she thinks Mirabel will mess it up. And Mirabel is standing in front of them, so you know she catches the change in behavior.

9. The family picture

That’s it. No one bothered to make sure she was included. Yes, Mirabel could’ve gone up with them as well (she wasn’t told to stay out of the picture) but it’s also telling that one thought about it.

10. No one believes her

It’s quite telling of Mirabel not being respected when everyone thinks she made up her warning to get attention because she couldn’t handle getting a gift. Even her own family. The townspeople are one thing but to have your own family, they people who have known Mirabel since she was born automatically assume she’s acting out is telling. Even Julieta, one of Mirabel’s biggest supporters, assumes this about her daughter.

11. Family dinner

How Dolores told everyone Mirabel’s secret. Not thinking how it might negatively affect Mirabel’s already low status in the family pool. How almost everyone looked at her with fear and/or confusion. How Isabela angrily said she hated her. How Pepa angrily asked what did she do. How no one gave her a chance to speak or give her side of the story. How Mirabel was blamed for ruining the dinner proposal even though it was Dolores who blabbed about the secret.

12. Isabela’s demand for an “apology”

I think they could’ve handled their resolution better because it did feel like Isabela could’ve offered an apology. Yes, I know both sisters are at fault but Mirabel didn’t initiate the fights between them. It was Isabela, either with a catty comment or sneering look, she was the one being the most antagonistic to Mirabel for no reason.

13. Alma’s hurtful words

This. This is the moment my heart broke. Alma doesn’t even bother to listen to Mirabel and goes on an angry rant blaming her own granddaughter for the misfortunes fallen on the family. She even reveals she harbors some resentment to Mirabel for driving Bruno away (this is true but Bruno left to protect Mirabel not in fear of her but still). And Mirabel looks ready to cry but wields herself not to. And her reaction implies that on some level, Mirabel knew how her grandmother truly felt about her but didn’t believe it. Until now. And heart is breaking. Even though they made amends in the end, I like to think Mirabel might understandably have some lingering anger over this moment. I wouldn’t blame her.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 6 months

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Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

For @glowing-celesticpetals, based on the prompt: “maybe something about Antonio or Bruno in the Ride the Cyclone Au?”

This is the last you’ll see of the living side; the family grieving the loss of the four children.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

The four gravestones, all lined up, layered in a variety of plants - Isabela would have hated it if it was all just flowers.

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

Not that it didn’t feel real watching the crash and seeing their dead bodies be pulled from the wreckage.

The funeral had came and went.

The loss of the children, who had been dubbed ‘Encanto’s Four Saints’, had impacted the town itself. Everyone was draped in mourning garb and music and laughter almost vanished from the streets.

But, of course, it brought the most impact to the Madrigals themselves.

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

It’s a relatively bright and dry afternoon - considering Encanto has been living in a constant storm since the Cyclone accident.

Pepa must be asleep. She’s done a lot more of that recently.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I should have seen… I should have been able to warn you. Then maybe you’d still be…” he sighs, breaking into tears again.

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I’d just come to see them. It’s a nice day.”

“You don’t have to say ‘sorry’. You couldn’t have known what would happen at the fair.”

“No, you all couldn't have known. This is my gift. This is what I’m for. But… I didn’t even think to look and now it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

It probably should be the other way around, it’s not him who has lost his siblings and cousins.

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Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

He knows they are dead, but… their family has a miracle, why wouldn’t it bring them back?

When a bunch of baby capybaras are born the following week, he names them after his siblings and cousins.

The quietest capybara he names Lola. She was the oldest of the four. She’s always hiding behind his legs. She insists she be carried up and down the stairs. He finds a pinkish red ribbon in Mirabel’s room that he asks his Mama to tie in a bow for Lola.

Next came Luis. He was the biggest of the litter, so Antonio didn’t need to mark him to tell him apart. Luis was more like a playful puppy than anything else, frequently managing to sneak out of Antonio’s room to wander around Casita in search of belly rubs.

Then there was Belita, or Bela, depending on whether or not Antonio was telling her off. Like her mother, Chispi, she was very confident and snarky. However, lacked her mother’s chill. She was full of energy - if Antonio didn’t put her to bed with her siblings, he would be sure she never slept.

And lastly there was Milo, possibly Antonio’s favourite but don’t tell the others. Getting his brother’s name, he was exactly like him. Mischievous, loves food, and maybe a little too dramatic. Milo was good at making him laugh and, after everything, that is what he needed.

He assembles them all before bed, so that when Mama or Papa or both of them come to read his story, they are there too.

Abuela would happily spend time babysitting the four of them while Antonio was at school.

If they came into the kitchen, Tía Julieta would offer them scraps or spare food they could eat.

Tío Agustín had built a little wooden cart that Antonio could pull them around in.

Tío Bruno pretty much adopted them alongside his many rats, as the best pets/children ever.

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

“What are you doing, mijo?” His mother asked one day. It was just before dinner - table already set up, but nobody had called them to eat.

Then she noticed the extra chairs and plates that had been added to the table. And Antonio having placed each capybara on their namesake’s chair, which was stacked with pillows, so their heads just about reached the table.

“I thought they could join us for dinner!” He offered. “And Chispi is here too to watch them. I got her a spare chair all by myself.”

Pepa didn’t know what to say. “Is your Abuela okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She loves them. I saw her cuddling Milo and Lola when I came home today. I think she likes them more than Tío Bruno’s rats.” He informed, happily.

“Well, but, you know what Tía Julieta is like with animals at the table,” Pepa tried again.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. It’s like having the family back together!”

Thunder rumbled.

“I was meant to ask Bruno something,” she excused herself, brushing through her braid as she walked off.

Antonio stood in silence.

He glances at Chispi, “Did I do something wrong?”

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It’s a silent night.

They are slowly coming out of mourning and adjusting back to normality.

Starting to work again.

The colours of black and dark blue and dark grey begin to fade away.

The eternal storm that Encanto has been wrapped in since September is slowly breaking away. Now it is just occasional spells of heavy rain and sleet.

Antonio has long since been put to bed, with the four capybaras.

The rest of the adults stay up.

What once would have been a night of some wine, a few cards games, music and laughter, is now just a solemn conversation in the candlelight.

They ‘um’ and ‘ah’ over what could have been.

Where and what the children are doing, now that they are no longer among the living.

“And the other one?” Agustín dares to ask. “Did anyone ever come for her?”

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

“No.” Alma answers. “The order was given for her to be buried today.”

Pepa tugs at her hair, shivering. “I can’t imagine it. A child. Just like the rest of them. Except in an unmarked grave, and not a soul to care.”

“Her poor family,” Bruno remarks. “My sympathy is with them.”

“No.” Julieta shook her head. “To let their child go… and they don’t even care. They either didn’t care to look in the first place or they couldn't recognise their own bloody child. It’s horrible. They don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Julieta!” Her mother and brother both exclaim, in shock at her attitude.

All the family is, but Agustín and Félix are stunned into silence (not that they find a fault in her statement, it’s just unexpected for her), and Pepa is already nodding her head in agreement.

“I agree.” She said, turning to Julieta. “If it was one of our babies, I would have known instantly. Heartless people.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing

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