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lilian-maximoff · 13 days ago
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✧ Kiss The Girl ✧
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A/n - Anyways here is my very first Encanto fic. I hope you all enjoy and if you do, please like and if you could reblog, it helps a lot.
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There you see her Sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say
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And you don't know why But you're dying to try You wanna kiss the girl
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Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do Possible she wants you too
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There is one way to ask her It don't take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the girl
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la My oh my Look like the girl too shy Ain't gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, she gonna miss the girl
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Now's your moment Floating in a blue lagoon girl, you better do it soon No time will be better She don't say a word And she won't say a word Until you kiss the girl
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't be scared You got the mood prepared Go on and kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't stop now Don't try to hide it how You want to kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Float along, And listen to the song The song say kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la The music play Do what the music say You got to kiss the girl You've got to kiss the girl Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl You've gotta kiss the girl Go on and kiss the girl
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There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
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Isabela was out on her balcony when she spots a girl she has never seen before, the girl wore a white blouse showing off her cleavage, a short navy blue skirt, and simple white shoes, with her hair flowing freely in the wind. The wide-eyed girl couldn't help but stare at the girl painting her family home.
Then it dawned on her, the girl was the towns, painter and artist. Isa has heard that she was beautiful but she didn't believe that the rumour was, in fact, true, the girl was more than beautiful though, she was gorgeous, she looked as if she was sent from the heavens to grace the earth with such beauty, even having Isabela question if her endless rows of flowers were anywhere near as beautiful as the girl she has just laid eyes on.
She just watched the girl paint until the very said girl looked up at her and threw her a loving smile that causes Isa to redden in the face and sprout flowers from her hair. For what felt like hours, Isabela felt the world stop, her heart skip thousands of beats, and her hands clam up.
The girl waves at her, Isabela waves back and almost fell off of her balcony.
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And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
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Camilo, a close friend of yours was talking to Isabela when you casually walk past, she immediately notices you and just stares, her cheeks redden once again at the light but noticeable scent of mango radiating from your body and straight into the air.
You walk over to her and Camilo with a smile. "Hi, Camilo" You greet him. "Hey, Y/n. Oh, let me introduce you to Isabela, my cousin. Isabela this is the friend I was telling you about, Y/n" You're sweet with no brain friend introduces you both to each other.
"I know who you are, Camilo talks about you all the time," You say with your hand out. Isabela says nothing, she just stares at you and your glossed lips. The shade matches your skin perfectly, it bought out your complexion and drew the starstruck girl in without even trying.
She bit her lip and imagined how soft your lips may be, and how you'll taste, sending fruity butterflies through her uneasy, twisted stomach.
"Isa, say something" Camilo waves his hand in front of her face. "Oh, Uhh-hi" Isabela snaps out of it and shakes your way too smooth and soft hand.
Her eyes travel down to your cleavage with her hand still holding on to yours, she just hoped you didn't notice whatsoever, but you're not blind so you remove your hand from hers and cover the clear show to your breasts with your hand. "It was very nice meeting you, Isabela" You walk away, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Wow, you were just clearly staring at her boobs" Camilo comments, rewarding himself a face full of flowers.
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Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
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Mirabel stared at her sister, she wondered what she was staring at until she noticed her gaze was attached to a girl sketching in her book. Isabela stood there with a flower crown in her hands wondering if she should go up to you after making a fool of herself three days ago.
"Isa!!" Mirabel comes up from behind her. "Ah, don't do that!! What are you doing now? Besides getting into my business like you always do" Isabela crosses her arms and scowls at her younger sister.
Mirabel makes a face at her older golden child sister before noticing a flower crown in her hand. "Are you going to gift Y/n that?" Mirabel points at the crown in her hand with a confused look. "NO!! She just dropped it" She lies.
"Well, the last time I checked, Y/n is deathly allergic to those" Mirabel takes the crown from her sister. "And you'll know that because Y/n on your 12th birthday broke out in hives and mother had to aid her right away" Mirabel tosses the crown to the side.
"Y/n wasn't at my 12th birthday party. If she was I would have known" Isabela rolls her eyes. "Really, Isa? She was the girl who you had a secret little crush on" Mirabel whispers and elbows her sister. "I DID NOT- I mean I didn't have a crush on her, I had a crush on Mariano and maybe his sister " She whispers.
"Isa, she is Mariano's sister. She is just no longer following him everywhere and look she isn't even wearing braces - wait did you just come out as a lesbian to me?" Maribel looks at her sister with curious eyes.
"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Wait that's, my little thorn rose?" Isabela stares at you a little longer, trying to piece the pieces together. "If you stare for way too long you'll lose what's left of your brain cells" Mirabel whispers into her sister's ear.
Isa throws her sister a dangerously angry glare. "Oh, I think that's my cue to leave" Mirabel waddles over to you as Dolores joins you with a cup of tea. "Thank you" Mirabel snatches your tea. "Mirabel!!" You whine with an annoyed look.
"Sorry, but I kinda need something to drink" Mirabel gives you an apologetic look. "Here" Dolores hands you her cup before walking off to get her another cup of tea for herself.
Mirabel brings her voice to a whisper before whispering something to you. "You didn't hear this from me but Isa has had a fat crush on you since you both were kids. She thought you were someone she had never met before until three days ago but I would think the same thing if you looked completely different from when you were a kid" Mirabel stares at you with her wide eyes while Dolores whips her head around.
"Isa, has a crush on who now?" Dolores sits across from you while looking right at Isabela who is still staring. "Her" Mirabel points at you, causing your face to redden. "I knew it" Dolores almost yells. "I knew she had a huge crush on you, after all, she couldn't stop talking about how lovely you were when we were kids but here's the kicker, she never spoke a word to you until Sunday" Dolores recalls her eavesdropping.
"Sorry, I have to go" You hid your blushing face behind your book. You lock eyes with Isabela before running off with embarrassment. You trip but get right back up with most eyes on you, thanks so much for being graceful.
Isabela's face quickly turns to anger when her eyes meet Dolores. "What did you both do?" Isa storms over to their table with anger in her eyes. "Nothing!" both Mirabel and Dolores run for their lives.
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There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
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You were walking towards casita for Antonios ceremony when you spot Isabela swinging her hips and washing the small crowd around her with flowers. You hid beside your brother who is checking himself out and cleaning his teeth with a steel tray.
You just watch him check Isabela out with puppy love seeping from his eyes, causing a feeling of anger to stir in your stomach, but you didn't have feelings towards her, did you? Your anger didn't last long when you felt someone tug at your arm and drag you to the dance floor. Aww it was the kid who you thought was on crack but he is just a coffee alcoholic.
Him and his little friends dance around you and cheer you on, soon you were swinging your hips, swaying to the music, and spinning each of your little friends around, one by one. Feeling electricity scorching through your veins and manifesting into laughter.
You felt her eyes glued to you, her scent dancing in the air. Your brother casually talking to her but her eyes glued to you, giggling and having fun, giving no mind to Mariano and the eyes clearly gazing at your dancing form.
Isabela just watched, completely ignoring your brother's boring attempts to sway her. She just kept on staring stars at the girl who has her heart in her talented hands. Beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her chest rising and falling with every single breath she takes, her hips swaying with the music, and her smile dangerously drawing Isabela in.
"Sorry, Mariano I have to get something to drink" Isabela excuses herself as she walks over to one of the tables to get herself a 'drink'. The drink she was getting was of you.
"So this is the so-called drink" Luisa teases her sister. "What?" Isa clinches her empty cup in her hands. "I mean her" Luisa points at the girl in blue.
"She's Mariano's sister, Isa. Come on, really? You can't just lead the poor man on like this, if your feelings are aimed at her then stop what you're doing and just tell Mariano. Look at him with his puppy dog eyes, how can you not tell him that you are in love with his little sister?" Luisa explains, trying her best to sway her sister.
"You better kiss the girl before someone else does" With that Luisa knew she had her sister on the hook. "What if she doesn't like me back?" Isabela twirls her hair in her finger while biting her lip with an unsure look. "Well, there is only one way to find out" Luisa disappears with a tray of sandwiches ✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
My oh my
Look like the girl too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, she gonna miss the girl
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You sat next to Dolores as your brother and mother sit beside Isabela, enjoying their food. But something about the atmosphere did not feel right, which caused you to question what's going on until Dolores whispered something in your ear, making you shiver and throw Mirabel a worried look.
Before you knew it, Felix was spitting up his water, a cloud appearing on top of Pepa's head causing it to rain, a bright green glass sliding across the table, and oh my god your brother's nose have never seen better days. You looked over to see Luisa sobbing - a flower-like vine breaks through the floor and grabs hold of your ankle while your older brother runs away crying with everyone else.
You scream and squeal, the vine pulling you and dragging you. "ISA!!!" You scream her name hoping she would help you out. Isabela looks around, trying to find where the screaming is coming from. She spots you and without a second thought, she runs towards you.
She successfully frees you from the vine she unknowingly created. Wrapping an arm around you, you both run out of the cracking building. You trip over your twisted ankle, Isa picks you up and gets to running.
Once you both were outside your heart stopped. "Y/n I'm so so sorry I had no idea what happened I just had no control" Isabela starts to throw apology after apology causing you to laugh.
"Isa, it's just a twisted ankle. Nothing that major. I mean have you seen my brothers face, his nose looks like -". "A squashed papaya" Isa finishes your sentence with a laugh.
"Yeah, like a squashed papaya" You nod while giggling.
You both gaze into each other's eyes, just realising how close your faces are. Isa's breath dance across your lips, the smell of summer flowers flow through your nose, her fingers intertwining with yours, and her heart beating faster by the minute.
You lean in a bit - Isa backs up and helps you up. "Sorry again about dinner I really hope I didn't do any major damage to your ankle" Isabela hands you over to your mother who came looking for you.
You wave her goodbye while Isabela smacks her red flushed cheeks. "Isa, what are you doing? She's Mariano's sister goddamn it" Isabela shakes her head.
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Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
girl, you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl
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You were helping Luisa put up a pillar while your brother tries hammering nails. The whole town came together to help the Madrigal family after the falling of their family home.
You felt bad for them, they did nothing but help the town just for their home to fall to pieces and the loss of their gifts. But if you were being honest you loved the Madrigals with or without their gifts.
"Let me" Your voice spooks Isabela. You help her place a cactus into its flower bed. "I love the new look, by the way, it's cute and reflects a lot of who you are" You compliment the older Madrigal sister, causing her face to redden.
"You do?" Isa was more than shocked to hear that you liked her new and improved look. "Thank you, I was actually trying to hide from you so you wouldn't see my mess of an outfit" Isabela hides her embarrassed face. "This a mess? This is art, love. And art should never hide" You bought her face to yours.
"You are a masterpiece, Isabela Madrigal. A beautiful masterpiece" Your kind words deepen the redness in her cheeks. Luisa, Mirabel, Dolores, and even Camilo watch you both giggle and make each other blush.
"Oh, my god when are they going to kiss?" Mirabel moans. "I really wish it's not when I'm looking" Camilo walks away with a disturbed look. "Hey, I might have a plan," Dolores says out of the blue with a mischievous grin.
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"Isa?" Luisa called. "Yeah? What is it?" Isabela answers while walking around the corner. "Can you go and take these to Y/n? She is just down at the river" Luisa hands Isabela a box of paints and paintbrushes.
"Sure!!" Without a second thought, Isa picks up the box and almost runs down to the river to find you. When she got there she was not expecting you to be swimming in your undergarments.
She watched as you sat on a rock wearing your black laced underwear and bra, thinking no one knew you where you were but Luisa must have seen you walk down to the river with a towel. You dove in and came back up, feeling the cold water washing over your skin, cooling you down.
Something cracking and breaking caught your attention. "Isabela?" You stood up showing her your whole entire body. "I'm sorry" She covers her face with the box, causing you to laugh a bit.
"No need, I should have known someone was going to catch me at some point" You smile while running your fingers through your hair and walking up to Isabela to take the box. "Sweet, Luisa finally came through with her promise" You look inside the box.
"I-I-Umm-wow" Isabela just continues to stare at your exposed body while her cheeks flush bloody red.
"Do you want to join me?" You randomly ask. She just stares at you wide-eyed. "If you don't want to then that's understandable, I mean-"
"No, I'll join. Just look away while I undress" Isabela shyly watches you turn around.
When she turned around you were already back in the river soaking up the cold. "Isa, are you coming in?" You ask with your eyes closed.
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Float along, And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl
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You feel her arms wrap around your waist. "Don't open your eyes" Isa stops you from looking. "Just tell me if you want me to stop" Isabela whispers into your ear.
With the feeling of her soft lips pressing kisses up from your shoulder to your neck, she kissed and sucked until a bruise formed. Sweet little moans slip through your lips as she reaches the sweet spot on your neck, causing you to crave more. "Isa" A hungry moan leaves your ladylike lips while your fingers tangle in her hair and grip for dear life.
She was more than surprised that you were enjoying it. Her grip grew once she felt that you were in fact okay with what she was doing. Throwing your head back, looking her in the eyes, gliding your thumb over her soft intoxicating lip, you drew her in for a soft gentle kiss.
Her tongue whipped across your lips asking for entry, which you gladly accepted. Isa grabbed and kneed your breasts, rewarding her a few horny little moans.
Her heart raised, her hands grew greedy, and her tongue grew hungry. Your free hand pressed to one of her hands on your chest and told her to keep going.
You both missed the cracking of twigs behind you both due to being consumed in your own little worlds of lust and desire. Until you both heard someone clearing their throat, did you both realise someone was behind you both?
You shot your eyes open as did Isabela, disconnecting your lips, your chest rose, with your eyes shot with love. "Umm, so I'm just gonna leave this towel here and go" The sound of Mariano's voice caused you to tense up.
"Dolore was also wondering if you both wanted to join us on a date when you both are done. Anyways see you at home sis. Don't let me ruin your fun" Mariano says with a cheesy smile.
With her hand deep inside your bra and your lips smudged, you both smile at each other and laugh until your ribs hurt. "Well, at least he knows," You say with a laugh. "Yeah, but where were we" Isabela giggles against your skin before diving in for another kiss.
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nooneno · a day ago
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Timidly in love / I.M
Isabela Madrigal x femReader
Request " Didn't know if u wanted asks or just a comment on that other post but I wanted to request something, if u don't mind, Isa x Fem!reader, where reader is a secret admirer and loves giving Isa letters and gifts (like sweets or cute stuffed animals) "
I forgot the gifts... I'm very much sorry ... Still i Hope you'll like it !
Warnings : spelling or/and grammatical errors.
Fluff
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It was embarrassing.
Really.
Especially for yourself, for someone "like you". You see, not so long ago, you'd praise yourself for being different from all those men or women who run after those beautiful, popular people. Not you, no. Rather, you preferred smart people, nice people, humble people. The kind that no one but you would notice. the kind you could be alone in a room with without sharing a word and still feel comfortable.
Funny how, for someone who said, couldn't stand popular and superficial egomaniacs, you could sound kind of narcissistic yourself.
Yeah how embarrassing it is to know how, somewhere in time that you couldn't pinpoint, you had fallen head over heels for none other than Senorita perfecta Isabela Madrigal.
Well, in your defense, she wasn't really that person anymore. You didn't really understand what had happened at the Madrigals or how their house, though animated by a magic that no being could imagine in their wildest dreams, had ended up in ruins. But what you did know is that , after this event, the eldest of the Madrigal grandchildren was...different.
She was no longer senorita perfectat Isabela Madrigal, and she had never been so perfect in your eyes.
You were one of those villagers who helped with the reconstruction. Your help was greatly appreciated. Daughter of a mason, you grew up on your father's building sites. No need to say that you knew what you were doing and weren't afraid to get your hands dirty.
It was during these days that you had the opportunity to see Isabela more closely. Even if , before the incident , you avoided finding yourself in the path of the young woman (not that you were scared of her or anything, only that you weren't a fan of all the attention around her and also because working with your dad all day let no time to wander around the village) , you knew, like everyone else in Encanto, who she was and her reputation. You knew she was beautiful, even a blind man could see that, but you also knew she was dishonest. her smile was fake and often forced. You just didn't know if she was lying more to others than to herself. And your judgement told you it was none of your businesses.
And then you heard her real laugh and saw her real smile . There, in the middle of the debris and the dust, the ruins and the smoke, her hair dishevelled, her dresse covered with stains, her house had just collapsed and she was laughing to tears with her sisters.
The arrow did not miss.
Cupid was a talented buthole.
Then her gaze met yours and you could have sworn you could feel the blood seeping from the wound the arrow had lodged in.
Let me tell you that since then, you no longer avoided her for the same reasons, and , oddly enough, it had suddenly become more difficult to do so. After finishing the reconstruction and when everyone returned to their normal lives, Isabela Madrigal was everywhere in yours.
Not only did each flower you saw draw your thoughts to her, but it seemed like the Madrigal had taken a new interest in Encanto and was wandering around the village much more often than before. Often passing in front of your father's building sites. And all of soudain you felt so self conscious, you were always too sweaty, wearing dirty old jeans and stained tank tops.
And lets not forget a new clumsiness coming out of nowhere.
Now, let's be clear, you weren't a clumsy person. A clumsy bricklayer was an unemployed bricklayer. the problem was that she was a horrible distraction and, through her fault, you started hurting yourself quite often. It was terribly embarrassing for too many reasons: one, she was often witnesses, two, your father was unhappy and , three, above it all, your father was worried and therefore started to send you to none other than Julietta Madrigal, AKA your crush's mother.
You couldn't keep going like that. She was killing you and she wasn't even aware of it.
There was a hurricane of feelings inside you that decimated everything in its path, you had to let it out. But you're a coward so you did it without really assuming it.
You started writing letters signed "no one important". And for a while things got better. On sleepless nights, when the smile of the raven-haired woman haunted your mind, you would get up and, in the light of the moon alone, wrote lines and lines that told of your admiration and your feelings. The only risk you allowed yourself to take was to put your trust in a certain person to hand over the notes without revealing your identity.
Antonio was a good kid. Very nice, a social butterflie with whom you shared your love for animals. He only had to see you once or twice taking care of the stray cats and dogs of Encanto to decide that you two should be best friends. You knew you could trust him, and the child was so proud to hear it that he promised to do everything to help you and keep the Secret. it was therefore stray cats, mice and birds that served as postmen for your words of love to the sweet young lady. a
A new letter, once a week , in front of her bedroom door.
This night was no different. after turning around in every possible way under your sheets, you ended up getting out of bed and sitting on your chair. In front of your desk, you took your pen and let the ink flow on a new white page.
" You certainly know this better than anyone and, perhaps, you think I'm a little pretentious to say it for you, but the Isabela that the village saw emerging from the remains of the Casita was not the one who left me indifferent for so many years. It's a real renaissance that my eyes have had the chance to witness, and , as a new Madrigal , you have been entitled to a new gift, the simple, and still quite magical, ability to stall my heart with only the blink of an eye.
To be honest, i'd let you do it again and a thousand times if i a had more corazones to offer .
Unconditionally yours.
- No one important. "
The thing is, you were pretty sure she wasn't reading your letters. you had asked Antonio, who had proposed it, not to spy on her reactions. You hadn't noticed any change in her behavior when she passed in front of the construction sites, except that your eyes often found hers already on you but you would managed to contain your clumsiness by looking away quickly. The idea that she didn't read your words was reassuring. As paradoxical as it may seem, it allowed you to be completely honest in your letters and not think about it once it was sent. Slowly but surely you regained control over your life.
« Hola (Y/n) !»
Happy to hear your friend's little voice, you turned around, a brick on your shoulder. you were surprised to see Antonio arrive with Mirabel AND Isabela. You quickly saw in the boy's eyes that he seemed embarrassed. Indeed it was the "delivery day" of the week. Usually , the boy would come to see you at your break time, you chatted a bit, played with the passing stray cats then Antonio called a mouse or just has his pelican take the letter and take it to the Casita . The girls weren't supposed to be there and he hadn't known how to get out of this situation.
« Hola Big boy ¿ Cómo estás hoy ? »
« Muy bien ! you already know Mirabel and Isabela, right ? » The dark skinned kid asked with a little laugh and an awkward smile.
« of course she knows us! » - laughed Mirabel arriving in front of you, followed by her big sister who seemed hesitant - « she helped rebuild Casita! »
« no need to mention it, it was nothing » you offered a little smile, unable to stop your gaze from falling on the woman standing behind the teenager. When her chocolate orbs met your (e/c) eyes with a shy smile, you turned your attention away, a reflex, placing it once again on Mirabel. « is there anything i Can help you with today ? »
« not really. We were just walking around and saw that Antonio was coming to see you, we thought we could walk by and say a little hola»
you were about to answer when you felt something climbing up your leg. you glanced at Antonio and the boy winked at you, he knew you kept the letters in the back pocket of your pants and thought it was a good idea to ask a mouse to go straight to take your last letter from there.
« but now that you asked so nicely» Mirabel continued with a smirk « we're also on a special quest !»
« Sis, stop it !»
you arched a brow, pretending to be interested in the conversation and not freaking out , because the chances that Mirabel or Isabela wouldn't see a mouse running away from you with a letter in its mouth were very small.
« a quest ? Sounds fun » - you smiled before throwing a panicked look to Antonio, feeling the mouse enter your pocket.
«it's really nothing interesting, just Mirabel teasing me» Isabela said with puffy cheeks, looking up at the sky then at her shoes.
"shit ! why was she staring at the floor so much? she might see the animal !"
«It was recently discovered that my sister here has a secret admirer!»
You felt your heart skip a beat. Next to Mirabel, her little cousin gave you an apologetic smile, aware of the embarrassment in which the situation put you.
Realizing that you hadn't answered and above all, feeling that the mouse was about to get out of your pocket. you resumed with a laugh maybe a bit too exaggerated to sound honest.
Seeing the surprised look on the girls faces, you coughed once or twice before answering :
«excuse me for finding it amusing to make such a big deal out of it.» the brick you previously held with both hands on your shoulder was now standing straight on your left hand, as if it weighed nothing (force of habits with this work) while you used your other hand to try to discreetly caught the mouse.
You didn't notice the look Isabela put on your bicep. Even the melanin in her skin couldn't hide the crimson hue her cheeks were taking on.
« I mean, we're talking about Isabela Madrigal here, she's beautiful, whether she had any suitors, secret or not, was to be expected. The reverse would have surprised me.»
finally you managed to get your hand on the mouse and keep it motionless behind your back. And that's when you realized what you had just said. Then you met the wide eyes of the young adult who was standing, not behind but, next to her sister now.
A silence took place, landing heavily on every participating member of the conversation though you didn't think the others felt the same crushing weight as the one on your shoulders at the moment. Mirabel bit her cheek, trying (and failing) to hide a smirk, but you didn't see it, you couldn't see anything except the big chocolate eyes that seemed to see through your soul.
« you think i'm beautiful ? »
How do we breathe again ?
Becoming aware of the sudden closeness between you and the young woman, the owner of your heart, who had then leaned slightly towards you, as if to scrutinize any reaction to her question, you took a step back, almost staggering and accidentally tightening your grip on the mouse you were still hiding behind your back. Running out of air, The animal let out a cry before sinking its teeth into the palm of your hand.
« OUCHE !» Surprised, you jumped at the feeling of sharp pain that shot through your arm, surprising everyone with you. You then let the rodent run away before shaking your hand in all directions to lessen the uncomfortable feeling.
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, followed by a cry of pain, made you turn back to your previous interlocutors.
«Isa !»
It is with horror that you understood what had just happened. You had inadvertently released your grip on the brick and the heavy object free-falled to land directly on Isabela's feet. The poor young woman was now on her knees, curled up and focused on her ankle which was already swelling. The sight of tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, creased in pain, broke your heart so badly you could swear you felt it physically split in two in your chest.
«Oh Dios mio ! I am SO sorry !»
«Isabela are you okay? you can get up ?»
Slowly and gently, Mirabel and you helped the young woman to get up.
«it's - it's okay-»
She hadn't even had time to finish her sentence, when the first step forward sent a shock down her thigh which resulted in a cry of pain and for Isabela to lean a little more on you.
« you have no idea how much sorry i am» you whispered, ashamed. A grim look on your face. Isabela looked at you with soft eyes but you didn't see it.
«it's ok, don't torture yourself so much » she said with a smile «one trip to my mama's kitchen and it'll be healed»
« okay you shouldn't walk, i'll go look for Luisa, she'll-»
Mirabel didn't get to finish her sentence, with a quick movement you slipped an arm under her big sister's legs to lift her up like a bride. The next second, you were walking towards the Casita.
«oooor we can do that»
The trip was not very long but strangely silent. Antonio looked at you with wide eyes, wondering if you had a gift too, the same as Luisa's. Mirabel wore an expression of amusement, far from being concerned for her sister who, she was sur of it, certainly appreciated this new closeness with you. If the flowers growing on Isabela's head were anything to go by. what was Julieta's surprise to see the mason's daughter bring hers as a prince would for a princess.
Once at the Casita, you were on autopilot. clearly you had just, not only hurt the woman you were in love with, but just before you had certainly humiliated yourself by your words and in addition, it could be that her younger sister understood the nature of your feelings.
If not, then why was she staring at you with that insufferable smirk?
«here you go» said Julieta when she saw her daughter's ankle deflated after the young woman had finished swallowing her last bite.
« thank you mamá » Isabela sighed in relief.
« you should rather thank the girl who brought you. »
This took you out of your thoughts. sitting on a stool, you sat up with a sheepish smile. « ho no, really not, she wouldn't have had to be treated if I hadn't been so clumsy »
you supported your words with a wave of your hands and, unconsciously, presented your palm to the mother. Noticing something, she arched an eyebrow.
« Maybe you need to be treated too » she said, surprising you. you then saw the many eyes on your hand and decided to take a look.
« ho » it was bloody, not that much, but enough to ne noticed.
« it's okay it's nothing, it's just -»
« a rodent bite »
Isabela's words caused your heart to freez. you kept your eyes on your palm, unable to look up. it lasted a good minute. you didn't quite know why, but the idea of ​​meeting Isabela's gaze froze you with fear.
Finally, it was when the young woman forced you, holding your chin between her thumb and index finger, to raise your head, that you ended up seeing that she was wearing a big smile (and also that you two had been left alone in the room) there again, one good minute passed in silence. you felt the skin on your face rising in temperature with each elapsed second that you spent drowned in the eyes of the beauty.
« it was you »
«yes»
What was the point of denying. somehow, she had found out. You weren't going to lie to her face, it would have been obvious. you never was a good lier anyway.
« how ? »
But you were curious.
« letters. there were, not always but often, claw, drool, fang marks. Mouse teeth marks. I immediately thought that Antonio was playing a joke on me, but that kind of humor is more his big brother's style. » the woman said with a smile.
You let out a small laugh but didn't try to answer.
« did you mean it ? »
you didn't say anything, suddenly very embarrassed, you just breathed in and remained silent.
«every word, all of them, were they all genuine ?»
Nothing. still holding your chin in her hand, the girl looked at you seriously.
« You were right earlier. I have many suitors »
You still didn't say anything, just tilted your head slightly, intrigued.
«I've received letters before, and although they were all signed with names and yours kept your identity a secret, that's not what prompted me to read all of them.»
«All of them ?»
Isabela smirked. Finally she was getting a reaction.
«every single one of them. More than once, each. »
If you felt your cheeks warming earlier, now they were burning to the point you got afraid to burn your interlocutor's soft hand.
«if I started to look forward every week to read you, it's because, before you , I didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone only through their words»
The palpable tension weighed heavy on your heart.
Sixty more seconds in silence.
Your faces were so close, and the space between your lips was so narrow, that your noses brushed once, twice, and it wasn't until the beautiful brunette let her eyelids cover her view, that you blew in a murmur ...
«every single one of them»
Isabela crushed her lips hard against yours. And if you hadn't had within you this desire that had been burning for so long, you would certainly have fallen backwards. But you were ready and you returned the kiss with the same force if not greater. Her hands came to slip into your hair while one of yours clung to her waist as the other drew her even closer to you by the nape of her neck.
when you heard her release a little and shy moan, you felt like you weren't far from fainting. But luckily, that's when the Madrigal pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss for both of you to catch your breath.
« and i knew you were a woman»
« what ?»
your eyes, which had remained closed after this display of affection, suddenly opened, round, shocked. they were met with Isabela's mischievous gaze, and the woman seemed far too amused by the situation.
«ho-»
« I knew, that's all. I have no more explanations to give neither to you nor to myself »
Sliding the hand that was in your hair, towards your neck, she pulled you a little more towards her, a big smile - almost worrying - on her lips slightly swollen from the previous kiss.
Once they were close enough to your ear for her liking, she whispered « you're the only woman in the village whose sexuality is no secret to anyone »
You froze, not knowing whether to laugh or pray to the Casita to bury you there.
Isabela burst out laughing at the dead fish expression you gave her.
« I'm glad it's you »
you huffed, still embarrassed «really?»
«yeah, you're more charming than you think you are »she smiled softly, before the smirk came back « and, let's just say you were hard not to notice the day you came to help us rebuild the house» not hiding the fact that she was looking you up and down, sending your body temperature racing hell.
« also, I'm waiting for you to give me the letter sticking out of the back pocket of your pant-»
you silenced her with another kiss. that was enough embarrassment for a single day.
Very soon, when you felt her giggle against your lips, you yourself couldn't contain your smile but, when you wanted to pull back to laugh , she caught you, holding you back, her lips already addicted to yours.
All in all ?
yeah, this whole story was kind of embarrassing.
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lilian-maximoff · 25 days ago
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lilian-maximoff · 29 days ago
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Hi!!! So ummmm I saw your weekly quiz thing but I'm just asking a question. Have you watched Encanto? If so do you think you could write for Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel Madrigal? PLEASE!!!!
OMG!!! I watched that movie and LOVED IT!!! I have never written for animated characters before but I'll love to write for these characters. I think this is such a cute ask, I love those characters and have huge crushes on all three of those beautiful women!!!
Have a lovely day/night and please take good care of yourself <3
Would anyone read these fics if I write for these beautiful characters?
-LM <3
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nooneno · 6 days ago
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The word too much
"when isabela lets slip a tiny-but important- piece of information that falls into the ear of her youngest sister, what can come of it?"
warnings : i don't know, grammatical errors.
Pairing : Isabela Madrigal x femReader
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Mirabel had never been so happy. Really. Since the discovery of Bruno's vision, of his hidden life between the walls of the casita and the destruction and reconstruction of the said house, things have changed a lot. And for the best, fortunately. Not only did she finally feel that she had found her place within her family - a happier family today - but above all (and this she may never admit out loud except with the help of a knife to her throat) her relationship with her oldest sister was improving in a way she could have never dream of less then a year prior. Obviously there were still things to work on but Isabela was making an effort, and that was already enough in Mirabel's eyes. And just like for their casita, Mirabel was ready to participate in the reconstruction of this relationship. And just like when she wanted to save their Casita, her plan (although honest and filled with good intentions) is a terrible one and is, without a doubt, a horrible idea.
« it's a terrible idea. »
« Ho but you already knew, didn't you !»
In front of the unnecessary and exaggerated shouting of her cousin, Dolores contents herself with massaging her temples and closing her eyes, a breath of annoyance escaping from between her lips.
« Mirabel, when will you understand that I know a certain number of things, mainly things that I am not supposed to know and therefore not things i go and tell to the first comer.»
«ho, really now ?» the younger woman replies, crossing her arms, an arched eyebrow and a wry look on her face. the memory of a much more "talkative" cousin still fresh in her mind.
Unbothered, Dolores ignores the insistent gaze and takes the time to finish washing the last dirty plates still in the sink.
«let's say there are things more difficult to keep to yourself than that»
«how is this situation less difficult to ignore ?!»
«will you stop shouting !»
a large jet of water suddenly comes in contact with Mirabel's face, completely blurring her vision, which is enough to silence her for a moment, Taken aback.
«you're giving me a headache»
«how is this situation less difficult to ignore ?» the teen repeats in a whisper this time while taking off her glasses to wipe them with her skirt.
Dolores wipes her hands with a towel before returning her attention to her young prima. «I don't know, Mira, maybe because unlike the possibility of the whole casita falling apart, Isabela's sentimental and personal affairs don't really concerne me.»
She stops for a moment, her ear perking at a sound unheard by the other Madrigal, before picking up a napkin to wipe Mirabel's nose
«not more than they concern you»
and with that she turns around and leaves the kitchen, looking for the noise she juste heard and which , she thinks , might be more worthy of her time than the shenanigans of Julietta's youngest daughter.
But Mirabel was still far from the very idea of ​​giving up. According to her, it was her duty as a little sister who wishes to help her big sister... Well, to help her big sister.
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When she woke up that morning, Isabela first felt a feeling of deep unease, as if a small ball of anxiety was forming in the depths of her stomach. The sensation had worried her all the more since she hadn't felt it since the reconstruction of the casita and the return of her uncle Bruno. And she can recognize this feeling pretty easily since it had been a life companion since the day she received her gift. A feeling which almost took all the air out of her lungs the day Mariano put a knee down in front of her, a ring between his fingers. But this morning there was no reason to feel that way. She no longer had to claim the perfection imposed by her abuela , Mariano was (strange as it was) in a relationship with her prima Dolores and even her relationship with Mirabel was - ... wait, Mirabel...
How come the feeling got a little stronger every time she thougt About her younger sister's name ?
Isabela hastily left her bed, in a hurry to get dressed.
Mirabel was up to something.
Even if in recent months, the young adult and the teenager had taken the time to work on a new relationship and learned to listen to and understand each other a little more, that did not mean that Isabela was less wary of Mirabel because, when Dolores happened to find -by accident- her nose in other people's businesses , Mirabel stuck hers in with a stubbornness matched only by Luisa's physical strength. And, unfortunately for Isabela, a few months ago, she did the unforgivable mistake of reporting to the young Madrigal, a piece of information that would certainly have done better to remain confidential...
--- three months prior ---
«some of us have bigger problems ! You selfish entitled princesse !»
« Selfish ?! i've been stuck being perfect my whole entire life while you were free to be who ever you wanted to be !»
««excuse you ? do you think it's easy to be the so unperfect Madrigal ?!» Mirabel spats with disdain, clinging to a flowerpot , petals unpleasantly tickling her nostrils.
«and you think it's easy to live up to the expectations of the family when there is always someone - you ! - to ruin everything ?! The only thing you have ever done for me is mess things up! »
« Nothing is messed up! You can still marry that big dumb hunk! »
« I never wanted to marry him! I was doing it for the family! »
« Oh, my gosh. Isa-»
when she no longer feels pulled back, Mirabel straightens up, ready to take her sister in her arms but the latter does not seem to have finished speaking when a frustration that has been contained for far too long is finally released.
«nothing was expected of you! no role or character to interpret! no public to entertain ! you were free! you ARE free ! »
«isa-»
«Por el amor de Dios, you even have (Y/n) ! »
« what ?»
------ three months later ------
From there everything went too fast, Isabela managed to grow a cactus for the first time in her life and the next thing she knew she was singing with her youngest sister on the casita rooftop.
But now that she thinks about it, dressed in her new dress, in front of her mirror, her worried eyes fixed on her reflection, Isabela feels little flowers growing on the top of her head.
Your name was the word too much.
The young adult inhales deeply while running a hand through her long jet black hair.
«Dios mío, soy ridículo...»
Was the situation really that ridiculous? Maybe if we assume that Isabela, yet so fond of having control over her image and her life, has ridiculously and unconsciously fallen in love with Mirabel's best friend.
Once again, a detail that would have done better not to have fallen into Mirabel Madrigal's ear, especially when we know that...
(Y/n) (l/n) was not known in encanto to be a big fan of senorita perfectat Isabela Madrigal.
Quite the opposite actually.
A bit of context : the 20 years old woman met the Madrigals when she was only 13 years old. Having just arrived in Encanto with her mother and sister, she was looking for a little job and ended up as a babysitter for Mirabel and Camilo, both were eight years old at the time.
If at her first meeting with the eldest of Luisa and Mirabel the young girl had retained no bad feelings (except that the brunette seemed- according to (l/n), already a little too narcissistic for her age) with time , her opinion has changed dramatically and mainly because of Isabela's behavior towards the young girl (y/n) was babysitting.
«But that is in the past !»
«who are you talking to ?»
Snapped out of her thoughts, Mirabel turns her attention towards the new voice only to be met with the copy carbon of herself looking at her with curiosity.
«i don't have time for your games Camilo, i'm on an very important mission right now.»
Resuming his original form, the young boy remains curious. a small smile appears at the corner of his lips as he lets his gaze follow his cousin's. No matter what the girl was interested in this time, everything with her always took turns that were very amusing to watch.
From a certain distance.
Finally, from the top of the balcony where the two Madrigals were perched, the boy ended up seeing the subject of interest of Mirabel.
(Y/n) was in the village, helping a man carry shovels and rakes.
With a chuckle and a growing smirk, Camilo casts an amused look at the other teenager.
«i don't know what you are up to again, prima, but i'm here for it.»
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nooneno · 4 days ago
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The word too much
Chapter two : need a hand ?
Pairing : Isabela Madrigal x femReader
Warnings : spelling or grammatical errors.
Do not repost without my permission, thank you.
a summary : " when isabela lets slip a tiny-but important- piece of information that falls into the ear of her youngest sister, what can come of it ? "
Part 1
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You learned early on that life could be as unfair as it could be beautiful. you also learned very early that you were irascible and that the control you will have, or not - depending on the situation - over this temperament will greatly impact the nature of the existence you'll lead. Fortunately ( in one way, unfortunately in the other) at the age of thirteen you had already learned what forms the repercussions of certain feelings - if out of control - could take. That's why at Encanto, "our new start" as you mother would say, on the occasion when it arises, you just tried to "silence" the emotion . One look was enough to express what would have taken much longer to explain in words, no matter how rich your vocabulary could be. But sometimes, oh yes sometimes, it was too hard to hold back a tongue burning with anger and frustration. Some situations made it more difficult than others. Some people made it more difficult than others.
And there was Isabela Madrigal.
With Isabela, it was special... As if...
With her it was as if your lips disintegrated. The physical barrier taking with it the bit of mental self-control forged by past experiences.
«Being rude is not a quirky personality trait. you're just embarrassing yourself.»
«i would love to have a conversation but i can't hear you behind this empire state building of an ego you have here.»
«I don't have time for your bullshit Tarzan, go swing in your vines somewhere else.»
When many people in the village were (at first) shocked to be witness of such a lack of respect (and these examples are the most polite) against the embodiment of perfection that was Isabela Madrigal, the villagers were flabergasted when they saw the flower girl, so sweet and kind in other circumstances, spating verbal jousts much more poisonous than those of the other woman.
«you can keep your sarcasm in the back of your throat or shove it in the other side, both orifices smell the same.»
« I'd happily stay on top of my building if it meant you would no longer be visible to spoil the landscape.»
«call me Tarzan one more time and juro por Dios que mis vides terminarán en lo profundo de tu tras-»
No need to tell you that Abuela Alma did not appreciate at all (Y/n)'s ability to bring out the worst in her granddaughter, and Isabela's inability to keep her cool in front of the village baker's daughter. And even if these "conversations" were always the occasion of a good laugh for Mirabel, the fact that her best friend was such a threat to the image of a Madrigal did not help the already complicated situation in which Alma's and Mirabel's relationship was stuck. But, don't worry, Alma had no hard feelings against the girl who babysited Camilo and his prima. She just didn't understand how things have turned out like this, to be honest she expected the two girls, who had only one year apart in age, to be good friends.
Anyway. There came a time when no one was surprised anymore to hear insults shouted here and there when (Y/n) and Isabela found themselves in the same perimeter. But after everything that happened with Mirabel and her Tio Bruno, when things got back to "normal", the insults just stopped. no more shouting, no more nothing. It has been three months since the young women were seen involved in one of their famous arguments.
And honestly, it felt strange.
«(Y/n)! Hola !»
At the sound of the bell triggered by the door of the bakery, Y/n raised her head from her notebook and ,quickly let a warm smile form on her lips as she watched the young customer with glasses walk towards her with energy.
«good evening little sunshine»
Mirabel went behind the counter to come and sit on the stool to the left of the young adulte. (y/n) was standing, one arm leaning beside her notebook, the other hand on her hip, her gaze on the little brunette who seemed very happy to hear the affective nickname.
«don't call me that, i'm mad at you.»
«what ?»
«you can no longer call me that, because, i'm mad at you»
The young Madrigal crossed her arms against her chest, as if to prove her point, but the big smile that was threatening to split her cheeks in two did not dissipate.
«what are you on again ?» (Y/n) laughed before turning her eyes back to her notebook.
«you know, usually when someone says they are mad at you -»Mirabel grabed the object to remove it from the (h/c)haired woman's field of vision «- you're supposed to apologize»
(L/n) didn't miss the gleam of mischief behind the teenager's eyes. But still, she juste sighted and let her cheek fall to her palm. letting the Madrigal gain back her full attention.
« and why ,exactly, should i do so, little sunshine ?»
«because we're barely freinds anymore.» Mirabel tried to hide her smile behind a pout.
What was she up to this time ?
«how so ?»
« Well, I don't know, do you even remember when was the last time you came to visit us at the Casita?»
« Quite vividly, yes. You ,kind of, left me inside Casita's walls with your, supposed, "seven foot frame evil genius missing tio".»
« yes and-»
«and rats. "seven foot frame evil genius missing tio" , and rats.»
«and it was three months ago ! »
«i can still see the rats in my nightmares»
«well how about you come for dinner tonight and see them for real? For some reason tio Bruno still carries them with him»
«appealing, really , but-» in a swift mouvement the older woman took back her notepad from the teenager's hand before showing her the notes she was focused on earlier in the evening «the thing is, i don't have much time for myselfe right now».
Curious, Mirabel let her eyes run through the sequences of words in front of her nose. it was actually what appeared to be an order list. a long one, and next to each name of cake and other food was written "done" or "to do".
There was a lot to do...
«you are going to tell me that it's up to you to do all this?»
« Yep »
«is the bakery already in your name and I just found out? Where's Tia Maria ? Where's your sister ?»
«mom has worked all day, she is resting, and my sister is pregnant, remember?»
Mirabel frowned, disappointed by the circumstances. Her friend gave her an apologetic smile then turned towards a corridor hidden by a curtain, leaving behind her the Madrigal who frantically tapped the tips of her fingertips on the wooden counter, deep in thought.
Once at the back of the shop where machines and kitchen utensils of all kinds were stored, (Y/n) put her notepad on a work surface, then grabbed one of the three aprons hung on a nail driven into a wooden beam. As she tried to remember her mother's recipe for polvorosas, she heard the sound of the curtain being jerked open and footsteps rushing behind her.
«give me an apron and leave the other for Camilo, i'll go fetch him and we'll be back in a minute, you're not doing all the work alone.»
«what ? But Mira-»
But the girl had already left.
(Y/n) remained motionless for a moment, surprised, but after a few seconds a laugh finally escaped her. the young woman put her hands on her hips and looked up at the ceiling.
«these two together are going to set my house on fire...»
She spoke from experience. the Madrigals cousins ​​were a dangerous pair and (L/n) had learned that soon enough. Being a babysitter isn't always easy. being a babysitter at thirteen even less. To be the babysitter, at thirteen, of two hyperactive children with one of them able to turn into an adult and run out of the house with the long legs of 6 feet tall grown man ?
Quite difficult.
Really.
Anyway, Camilo almost choked on his own saliva when his cousin grabbed him by the neck with the delicacy of a wrestler.
«are you out of your mind ?!»
«sorry but I'm in a hurry, come!»
«no i try to stay away from troubles ! it's you, you are trouble ! »
The second that followed, Mirabel was clinging to Luisa's neck, her feet almost a meter above the ground.
«ho come on! Does anyone in this village has any trust in me?» the teenager complained as she tried to push Camilo (now Luisa) out of the casita.
«i do»
Interrupted in their bickering, Mirabel and the shape-shifter turned their attention to the little voice and saw Antonio, in Isabela's arms, walking down the stairs.
«Mirabel, where have you been all day?» the raven-haired eldest asked her sister, a wary look on her face.
«Nowhere, well I mean, everywhere, doing my stuff, the usual, you know»
The woman arched a brow at the forced laughter that followed the unconvincing nor satisfying answer to her question.
«and now I was asking Camilo to come and help me do ... my stuff» Mirabel smiled as she tugged on her cousin's arm (or her sister? It's confusing)
«and I said no, no to trouble» the young boy said before returning to his normal form and pushing away his cousin's hand, a hand that quickly returned to slap him behind the head.
«ouch !»
«since when are you so scared of your middle name ?»
« when i said "i'm here for it" i meant "here" as "as far as possible from whatever you're doing", so to not become a collateral damage»
«you're such a quitter»
«i never started in the first place»
«excuse me ?»
Once again interrupted in their argument, the teenagers turned once again to the young Adult and the little boy in her arms.
«may I know what is the nature of this "trouble" of which our primo speaks?» Isabela asked, her stern gaze fixed on Mirabel.
«Nothing at all ! really ! i just need some help for ... »
The young girl hesitated for a moment to finish her sentence, her gaze turning away from her big sister's insistent one to fall on Camilo's curious eyes, then Antonio's amused look. the little boy seemed very happy to participate (by his presence essentially) in a conversation of which he did not even understand a quarter.
«to help (Y/n) finish orders at the bakery so she can come at the casita tonight for dinner»
The reaction was immediate. A dozen flowers of all colors suddenly poped on Isabela's head while her cheeks took on a peony red hue. Antonio laughed in front of his older cousin's face while Camilo seemed very surprised to see her like this. Mirabel had to bit back a smile. But very quickly the adult regained a little composure, she let Camilo's little brother stand straight on the ground by himself then took a deep breath before grabbing her sister's forearm and leaving the house . leaving the amused and confused boys behind. Once arrived at the entrance of the village a little further from the Casita, Isabela planted herself in front of the other Madrigal with a look full of anger and... fear ?
«Mirabel, whatever you think you're doing, don't- ! »
«i don't see what you are talking about»
The smirk was barely hidden.
«i'm not joking right now Mira !»
«I don't see what's wrong with wanting to spend time with your best friend when you haven't had time to hang out for several months»
Cactuses began to grow around the young women, Isabela closed her eyes for a moment before pinching the bridge of her nose, her cheeks puffy and red. the ball of anxiety in her belly had tripled in the space of a few minutes.
« you know ... » Mirabel started when she saw that the cactuses that were multiplying around her and her sister were getting bigger and bigger « i feel like you're upset »
«you're a smart one aren't you» The older woman gritted her teeth, still pinching the bridge of her nose but opening one eye to glare at her sister.
«and that's good cause, you know what? I know a great way to relax and have a good time ! » Mirabel continues, ignoring the venom in Isabela's voice.
Isabela's frown increased (if that's possible)
«de-stress by baking!»
«hell no!»
Too late for the big sister, the little one was already pulling her towards the village.
«I hate baking !»
« stop lying, you love baking with mamá ! »
« With mamá ! not with (Y/n) ! »
« what's the difference ?»
«so many things !»
Eventually Mirabel is stoped in her track towards the (L/n)s bakery by a bunch of flowers in the nose sent by one of her sister's vines. Isabela pulled her arm out of the other Madrigal's grip than began to walk back their path.
«Isa! Y/n really needs a hand, it's not a joke !»
«none of my business !»
«that's not very nice Isa !»
«last time i checked, i don't like the woman!»
« ho we both know it's not true !»
That caused Isabela to stop dead in her tracks. Mirabel bit her tongue, maybe those were the words too much this time. But anyway, the teenager didn't have time to take back her words that her older sister was right in front of her, her eyes burning with anger.
«you don't know anything»
The woman's words were spoken slowly, well articulated, cold.
Mirabel felt a shiver run down her spine but remained straight on her heels.
« "anything" is a little bit of a stretch because i know one thing for sure »
The sisters stared at each other for a moment in silence. a look of defiance on their faces. at the same time they crossed their arm against their chest, still in silence before it was broken by the elder.
«go on»
Mirabel felt tiny under Isabela's intense gaze, an icy stare that only she mastered.
The teenager took a deep breath, concentrating all her courage to pronounce her next words.
«you are a coward»
(Y/n) wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Since the time Mirabel left to look for her cousin, she had had time to finish a good part of the dishes for the village festival scheduled for the next day.
«it's tiring but certainly simpler than if i had to manage the other two devils at the same time» She sighed before taking a sip of water.
At the same time, the sound of the bell was heard, announcing the arrival of new comers. Having an idea of ​​who it could be, and having heard Mirabel's laugh, (Y/n) smiled before grabbing the two aprons that had remained hanging on the nail before heading towards the noises.
«well, even if I have almost finished most of the orders, for what remains I no longer have enough energy to refuse some he-»
The end of the word got stuck in the woman's throat when, once the curtain was passed, she came face to face with the subject of inspiration for her most original insults.
«Hola (Y/n) !» Mirabel said with a big smile, behind a silent Isabela with her arms crossed and her gaze planted on the ground, as if scolded.
What was happening ?
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