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#lesbian isabela
secret-ssociety · a month ago
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Pairing(s): Isabela Madrigal x fem!reader
Warnings: there are some lines that can maybe be triggering for people with religious trauma linked to their sexuality
Summary: Trying to reach the standards of perfection set out for her for her whole life, Isabela hid so many things about who she actually was, like her favourite flower and the flutter of her heart for a particular girl in Encanto.
A/N: I'm not sure if this a request or not, but it's Isabela's lesbian arc <3
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Perfection.
That word was engraved into Isabela's head since she was a child, her gift receiving was almost a confirmation of what she was expected to be. Trees, palms, vines, plants of all sorts, but flowers, flowers equalled perfection, so flowers were the way to go.
Her clothes didn't have a wrinkle, not a single frame with a colour that didn't match her perfect pink pallet. Her hair was brushed to perfection. Her gentle movements were perfect. Her public smiles were rehearsed every morning until they were perfect. Her flowers and bouquets were perfectly symmetrical, solidly colourful. The man written into her life in a future marriage was perfect. Every part of her existence spilled beauty and graciousness, it all was modelled to achieve perfection.
As Isabela started growing into adulthood, she envisaged the fact that the havoc that lived deep within her would be significantly more complex to love than her perfect carcass, and as much as she feared the day she wasn't tall enough to reach the standards set out for her, the thought of said complexity didn't keep her away at night.
Mistake me not, the feeling of her own abundance of power trying to escape from her fingertips in response to the chaotic beating of her heart did make her feel a particular kind of anxiety that made her want to crawl out of her skin, but she wasn't particularly scared of the darkness that flew through her veins.
However, there was something about herself she couldn't help but feel pure terror at.
Isabela didn't know when had it been that she fell in love with Y/N. She had distinctive memories of her from throughout their lives, like when they were six years old, she took a pair of scissors in school and “learned” to cut her own hair, and didn't allow anyone to ever do it for her again, or the time that she smeared on herself some strange ointment her mom had bought and set her own hands on fire for the children's entertainment in a night of velitas, but there wasn't one specific moment Isabela could link to her infatuation for Y/N. Maybe she had just been born loving her and like that she had grown up.
Rather than learning subtlety on her devotion with the years, the more extensive was the wreckage of her nerves the older she got. Her knees faltered whenever Y/N walked near her and she resented not having Dolores' gift to melt in her voice whenever she was within ten feet, her voice came out in a falter if Y/N happened to salute her first when giving each other the morning greetings and she forgot how to breath at the prospect of a lengthy conversation.
Sometimes she wondered if Mariano had ever noticed her attention shift whenever she caught so much as a glimpse of her, and maybe that was the reason his fancying got more serious when they were all seventeen and Y/N came out.
It was a simple thing really, someone asked her about the man she would one day like to marry to which she simply answered that she wanted to one day love a woman, not a man, and the confession rolled throughout Encanto causing many different reactions.
For Isabela, it didn't change much, even if her orientation meant that she had a chance to make Y/N the recipient of her desires, the prospect of their love was still impossible for everyone expected her to end up wedded to Mariano, but still she couldn't help but wonder what would the people that whispered the word ‘sinner’ behind Y/N's back do if they found out that the very own Isabela Madrigal shared those same affections?
What would her mother say? Her father? Her sisters? The priest? Her abuela? The thought alone of Alma Madrigal made Isabela bury her secret deep into her chest in hopes that her ribcage would serve as a jail for her urges.
But still, as wrong and as sinful as it may be, she allowed herself pieces of fantasy. She would stay up until late hours of the night, shifting around in her bed, romancing how it would feel to have Y/N's fingers running through her head, how her strokes must feel, how soft her lips must be.
She dreamed of a world where she could exist without being perfect and she could kiss her without feeling like she was doing something wrong.
Isabela Madrigal lived every passing day drowning in her tender love for Y/N.
For Y/N, however, the story was quite different. She couldn't say she had ever seen Isabela past her last name until the day casa Madrigal crumbled, when all of Encanto erupted in colorful flowers and succulents of all kinds, a variety of plants she had never seen before, and looked up to the roof of the house to find her with her little sister, Mirabel, experimenting chaotically with a rainbow of flowers, different from her usual orchids and bougainvilleans.
Her dress was stained with black, while her hair had splatters of colour all through its length, more clouds of whatever dust had painted her kept exploding into the air. As if she was seeing her for the first time, she couldn't take her eyes off of her.
It wasn't that she had ignored her existence up until that point, she knew very well who Isabela was and they had talked a couple times throughout their lives, but they were so exceedingly different that they never happened to occur on the same wanders.
Like everyone on their grade, Y/N had once desperately wanted to be Isabela's friend, but she had quickly realized her self cut hair and messy way of things didn't fit every well with the girl's perfect walk through life. They grew up being nothing more than acquaintances.
Their first ever bonding moment happened the day the reconstruction of casa Madrigal begun, after everyone in town finished cleaning the debris, when Y/N invited Isa over to her house for a moment before the Sun set.
She couldn't help but notice the way the girl flicked her wrists out of habit, the way she did the day before when magic spilled from her fingers. Y/N was not magical around plants, but maybe seeing the flowers on her garden would bring Isabela some comfort.
To her, it wasn't much, different kinds of orchids, begonias, geraniums and tulips, happy and healthy on their bushes, but she was pretty sure that Isabela, who'd had the ability to create those and more out of air, wouldn't be very impressed by it. It came to her with big surprise when the girl inspected all the flowers in the garden, one by one, with amazement.
"You can choose from any of these when the garden can be redone," Y/N offered with a shrug, "I have all the seeds."
The twinkle on Isabela's eyes at her offering made her heart flutter strangely, so she looked away nervously, but the girl kept her eyes on her profile.
Her house had fallen into the ground, she had lost her powers and her whole world had taken a turn in a matter of a week, but for the first time in her life, she was filled with possibilities.
It really took them no time to slip into a friendship that was far too intimate not to have strangers' eyes land upon it, but now Isabela didn't pay attention to the whispers behind her back as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, as Y/N greeted her with a kiss on her cheek every morning.
Isabela was finally succumbing to all the urges she had pushed back for most of her life, allowing herself to be draped by the flames that burned her chest, to evoke all the chaotic nature her divinity couldn't exist without. And Y/N was simply entranced watching her grow into it all.
"What's your favourite flower?" Y/N asked her in her room, as they selected the seeds for the garden.
"Sundews," Isabela answered without missing a beat, making her friend chuckle, "it's a carnivorous plant, maybe not a flower itself, but it's the one I like the most."
Isabela's favourite flower being carnivorous actually made quite a lot of sense. "I imagined it would be bougainvilleans."
"Oh, no," she quickly shook her head, although she could understand the confusion, "bougainvilleans were more of a popular demand thing, but they are not my favourite. Sometimes they look more like leaves and they can small really awkward when the air is humid." The girl raised her eyes up to her companion, who was containing a laugh, and dropped her shoulders. "Bougainvilleans are your favourite flower, aren't they?"
"They are."
"I'm sorry." Isabela apologized, stiffing her laugh in the palm of her hand, while Y/N laughed freely at her rant.
"I've never noticed the smell you say, but I really like them." She said with a giggle. "They were your first flower, when you got your gift, and since then Encanto has always been covered with them. I get that they may have tired you, but the world wouldn't have been as pretty without them."
Isabela gazed at her talk about her flowers, he heart thundering at the thought that Y/N's favourite flower was her favourite thanks to her. Suddenly, bougainvilleans weren't that bad anymore.
Y/N showed her a seed envelope with a drawing of said flowers and shot her a mocking smile. "I guess you won't need these."
The Madrigal girl took the seeds from her hand. "I'll put them for you."
A blush crept up to her cheeks, and she didn't bother to hide it.
Soon after starting to work on the garden, when all the structure of the new casa Madrigal was finished, Y/N found out gardening was the only way to keep Isabela still. Never would she have guessed all the hyperactivity her friend was hiding in her demeanor.
How on earth had she managed to hide the urge to jump up and down whenever she walked for all those years, Y/N wondered, when ever since the candle had blown out Isabela was practically buzzing with energy. Even when she was staining her hair with whatever pigments they could get out petals, she had to tell her to be still for a moment.
The house was close to be finished when she realized she was in love with Isabela.
"Isa," she called one morning with a basket full of clothes, "I gotta go do some laundry to the river, care to join me?"
She didn't need to ask twice for Isabela to hand the basket over to her sister and walk down to the river by her side.
It was a sunny, humid day, the kind of day Isabela had said made bougainvilleans smell weird, but whatever particular scent that came out of them under that weather hid below the smells of the other plants that nurtured from their proximity to the river.
They both felt the Sun burn on top of their cheeks as they kneeled on the side of the river, Y/N poured all the clothes into the water while Isabela watched her movements in silence. She didn't know any other person that preferred to wash clothes by hitting them against the rocks on the riverside instead of doing at home, even as the water froze her fingers from time to time.
Isabela ignored the first splatter of water, taking it for an accident, but after it happened again, and again, and again, it just wasn't an accident. Finally, she dipped her hand in the water and brought a bunch of water up to Y/N's face, who looked back at her with indignation before returning the attack.
Quickly it became a full blown water battle between them, which only ended when Isabela pushed Y/N into the water and the girl dragged her in with her.
"Idiot." Isabela laughed as they stood up out of the water.
Y/N nudged her wet hair into Isabela's face, cutting off her laughter to shut her eyes and her mouth before any hair got in. She was pushing her attacker by the shoulders with no actual strength, for she did not actually wanted her to step away, even if her nudging was uncomfortable.
The girl accidentally grazed her friend's lips with her own, when trying to nudge her forehead, and Isabela couldn't help but lean into her touch, making Y/N pull her face a few inches away and open her eyes. Isabela's head filled with insecurity at the thought of having just ruined their friendship, but when she saw that the girl wasn't putting any more distance between their faces, she decided to taunt the destiny once more.
That first, sole peck in their lips was enough to send their hearts into cardiac arrest, only looking at each other's curious eyes for a moment after it before their lips collided again and any gaps between their bodies were closed. Y/N's hands nestled in the back of Isabela's head, tangling in her hair, while Isabela's arms wrapped Y/N's waist, one of her hands traveling up her spine to the back of her neck.
Suddenly, the whole world started spinning around them, the earth under their feet was shaking but truly the whole planet could've crumbled around them and they wouldn't have noticed. Isabela furrowed her brows as her mind went back to all the nights she had spent fantasizing about what her dreams would taste like and she squeezed her beloved's waist tighter, there was no telling where Isabela's body ended and Y/N's started.
She melted under her touch, became ash in her mouth, her mind swirled around all the daydreams the girl in front her had starred and recognized that beyond the magic, beyond old blessings and sacrifices, her fate was in Y/N cradling her face as she kissed her.
"Isabela, your girlfriend's here!" Camilo kept yelling even after months had passed since that non-verbal confession of love.
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nuggiesnoogie · 16 days ago
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okay I have an idea... and if at a family dinner, Isabela asks her mom to give her something and it's her girlfriend who does. and then dinner becomes chaos
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Don’t pass the salad
Isabela Madrigal x Reader
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Notes: Yes yes and yes, absolutely beautiful love this idea issa classic, thank you for requesting hope you like it I had a lot of fun writing <3
-> female reader insert//girlfriend to Isabela//she/her pronouns//dinner//Julieta has a hidden murder skill//no Bruno slander intended//Mami is reader
Desc: Isabela and her girlfriend are over at her families house to have a nice dinner. However, along the line, there seems to be some confusion involving names.
Warnings: None
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She and Isabela sat side by side at her families table, merrily enjoying their meal cooked wonderfully by Julieta. Every Madrigal, plus Mariano and herself, were seated around the table, chatting casually with one another.
“How have you been Mira?” [Y/n] asked.
Mirabel smiled at her from behind Isabela after taking a bite. “Good, nothing new, really.” Despite her words, she casted a slick look to Isa. “But I would appreciate it if you told your girlfriend to give me back the satchel she took the other day.”
Isabela tensed and rolled her eyes then glared at her sister, looking ready to mouth her off. [Y/n] found her hand and squeezed a bit. The long haired woman glanced back with a gentle gaze then calmed down and looked back to her plate, using one hand to eat as she squeezed back. “Mami borrowed it I already told you.”
[Y/n] tilted her head, “I ne-mmfdm.” Her words became muffled from the flower that blocked her mouth.
Mira narrowed her eyes with confusion at her before they widen and she placed a fist on her palm, facing Isabela once more. “Ah! Right, I’m sorry, you did. I’ll get it from mamá after dinner.”
It took a minute, but after registering the blush on Isa’s face, she caught on to her girlfriends mistake and took a careful look around with the release of their hands. Thankfully people continued their conversations, more importantly, the one between Julieta and her siblings. She pulled the flower out of her mouth, tucked it behind her ear, and replaced it with more food.
Out of the corner of her eye, Isa noticed the flower in its new spot, then flowed a hand over her ear to create a matching one. [Y/n] noticed with a smile and continued eating.
Things went on as normal. Julieta called her name and she turned. “How have you and Isa been? You have been spending a lot of time together. Hopefully nothing too exciting has been going on.”
“Mamá stop. Don’t embarrass me.” Isabela said as she strained a smile.
“Things have been nothing less but wonderful with her.” [Y/n] said and placed a gentle hand on Isa’s leg under the table, giving her a loving look. Isabela returned it. “I wake up happy because I know my dreams of her laughs and smiles will soon be a reality. She’s the light of my life. I’d be lost without her. I love her and couldn’t dream of a better woman. Truly.”
Isabela put a gentle hand on [Y/n]’s cheek with a touched look, “oh, mi rosa…” she said, then gave a painfully short kiss on the lips before drifting to her ear, “I can’t wait until this is over,” she said in a hushed tone, “you deserve-“
“Seriously?” Dolores bit. [Y/n] awkwardly smiled at her, Isa hardly looked bothered, but both separated.
“Anyway was real nice, hopefully soon to be, older sis.” Luisa said with a wink.
“Bleh.” Camilo butted in, then turned into Isabela. “Oh, [Y/n] I love you so, so, so much you remind me of peaches and roses.” He mocked with clasped hands, then turned back. “So gross. I can smell the cheese from here, and it isn’t the cheese arepas.”
“Stop that, don’t be rude.” Pepa scolded her son, then turned to the pair. “Sorry about him. That was beautiful. I’m happy for you two.”
“Yeah. I’m glad it worked out for all of us.” Dolores said as she gave the man next to her, Mariano, an enamored expression.
“Love is a magical thing.” The Matriarch, Alma, commented. “I’m happy for another one of my family to have found it.”
“Exactly, happy for you sis.” Mira said, then made a face toward the teenage boy. “He’s just jealous he’ll be gross, old, and grey before he finds someone. Er—no offense tío Bruno, I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
He picked at his food with an awkward but passive expression. “None taken.”
“You don’t need someone else to be happy.” Pepa said as she slowly rubbed his shoulder.
“Exactly! We’re here for you man.” Félix put in.
“Your family loves you dearly.” Julieta gingerly added.
Bruno somewhat chuckled but looked worse than before, “alright guys I get it, can we please just drop it?”
“Uh… yeah. Thank you for your kindness.” Isabela said, bringing the conversation back, then looked to her mom. “Oh, mami, do you mind passing the salad bowl?”
“Yes-“
“-baby…”
[Y/n] finished in a drift off as she stood up in her chair to reach for the bowl. Everybody stood still and looked upon them. Her and Julieta stared at each other. She felt like she was caught trying to steal a diamond ring as she stood up halfway in the air. After a few painful moments, vines wrapped around her legs and pulled her down to her chair.
Julieta smiled. Not a kind one, no, no. It radiated nothing but pure malice, as if right behind it was the face of the devil. It must’ve been. That’s the only way she can explain how her body is as ridged as stone.
“I messed up.” Isabela airily spoke.
It was only when a wooden spoon nearly hit her dead in the face did she react with a flinch. She looked behind her and nearly screeched as fear etched onto her features. It, the wooden spoon, was imbedded in the wall.
[Y/n]’s soul left her body. “Oh mother Mary-“
“Julieta! Calm down! Calm down, it’s not a big deal!”Pepa exclaimed.
“Yeah, honey, she’s old enough at this point, we can’t baby her.” Agustín said, holding down the arm with a death grip on a fork.
“Mamá, when did you get that strong?!” Mirabel exclaimed.
“Calm down? I am the only one she should be calling anything related to mother.” She calmly said, which only pierced [Y/n] with more fear.
“I’m sorry, really, Julieta I-“
Isa shoved her out the chair just before a fork replaced her seat. “Don’t get mad at her, it was my mistake—eep!” Another fork. “It’s really not that bad you’re overreacting!”
[Y/n] chimed in after her girlfriend, scrambling from the ground while using the chair as a shield, “y-yeah, I call her way worse.”
There was another pause. A couple peoples faces went red, including Isa’s. Pepa covered Antonio’s ears. She was confused but it finally set in and she put her hands up.
“No, no, not in that way-“ she tried to recover, but that was the equivalent of willingly grabbing a shovel even bigger than herself to dig her grave.
Julieta appeared to look even more sweet and calm as a darker, more chaotic aura oozes from her slowly rising figure. Even with Pepa, Bruno, and her husband, she was able to rise.
Isabela turned to her girlfriend, “run! Go! She will kill you! Luisa, hold mamá down!”
[Y/n] needed no more encouragement as she scrambled out of their casita, only the sounds of incomprehensible yelling, screaming, and food and glass hitting the walls filling the air.
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haystarlight · a month ago
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Isabela is totally the type to say “this is homophobia”, every time she is mildly inconvenienced
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honeybow · 26 days ago
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Could you do cuddling headcanons for Louisa or Isabella? Either would be fine lol
ok i can’t choose so i did both <3
Isabela and Luisa cuddling head cannons
Isabela
- if you tried to get up she would use her gift to pull you back with vines/ flowers
- she is definitely more of a big spoon imo
- she’s quite affectionate with nicknames and kisses in the day but for her hugs are saved for the night
- you wake up sometimes and theres just random petals in the bed
- she would definitely sing to you
- FOREHEAD KISSES
- she puts little flowers in your hair :)
- camilo definitely walks in sometimes just to annoy her (and you)
Luisa
- we all know that she has huge muscles
- she gives the best squeeze hugs
- but she’s so scared she’s gonna hurt u :(
- and while she finds it adorable how small you look compared to her while you’re wrapped in her arms
- sometimes she needs you to hug her <3
- she is a sensitive bby and she needs ur hugs
sorry if these are short or kinda bad i haven’t written either of them that much <3
HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES <3
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asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3 · 18 days ago
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Luisa and Dolores being the only straight grandchildren in the Madrigal family.
Isabela- Lesbian. She is single for many years, enjoying being herself before she finds a beautiful lady and is absolutely floored. They get married. They adopt a beautiful baby boy, who receives a gift when he comes of age despite no blood relations. A madrigal is a madrigal.
Dolores- obvious canon compliance. They do end up having 5 children on accident when it’s twins then triplets. It’s not what she originally wanted, but she can’t imagine life without them.
Luisa- finds a man about half her size. He’s scrawny, tiny. The size difference is muy bueno. She loves him and carries him around as a joke sometimes. They have a couple kids and her husband is the sweetest dad in the world. He may be weak physically, but he helps her shoulder every burden that comes their way.
Camilo- peak nonbinary child. Uses he/she/they pronouns, because when you can be anyone gender is just a scam. Pansexual and I’m a poly relationship. Casita doesn’t discriminate between the children he gives his wife versus the children his husband gives their wife, because as far as everyone is concerned, those babies are all Madrigals.
Mirabel- my aro ace queen. She is auntie supreme and thrives from it. She loves her family and they love her.
Antonio- him baby. Too young to make a true judgement, but whatever his identity/sexuality may be I wish him the best because I love him.
And Abuela can die mad about all of it. 🤷🏻
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enbywithalightsaber · 3 days ago
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Every Family Should Include (Grandkid Edition):
He/theys: Camilo
A mean bisexual: Mirabel
An even meaner lesbian: Isabela
A token straight who’s on thin ice: Luisa
An astrology b*tch who has everyone’s chart memorized: Dolores
And a short king: Antonio
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bigtitygothgf · a month ago
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With every day that pases I am one day closer to writing for encanto characters more especially Luisa💪💪
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Tell me if I should cuz I want too but idk
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cookie-sheet-toboggan · 24 days ago
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justgettingstarted4721 · 26 days ago
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I really love the idea that after the events of encanto that Luisa learns to play the flute. She was always shown as the responsible one, but she never had time for relaxation or finding a passion.
Mirabel would be the one to help her try out new hobbies and different forms of stress relief. They would go to the town on one of Luisa’s mandatory days off and just try everything. Mirabel was demonstrating how to use the accordion, when her elbow hit the instrument rack and caused a flute to nearly fall on her head.
Luisa caught the flute and something in her clicked. After glancing at her sister to make sure that Mirabel was okay, Luisa went over to the stall owner and asked them how to play. Her first practice sessions were shaky and squeaky but she couldn’t help full on grins when she was done.
The first time Luisa mastered a song the whole family assembled in the courtyard to listen. Her first few notes were shaky because she was so nervous about pleasing her family, but when she glanced at Isabela she remembered that perfection wasn’t nessecary or expected. After that, she got lost in the music and truly enjoyed herself.
IDK I just love the idea of Luisa playing an instrument. Add on or use this idea if you would like!
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mixedfandomer · 26 days ago
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I JUST GOT MY AO3 INVITE SO IMMA START WRITING MY CRACK FIC HERE ARE SOME INCORRECT QUOTES WITH CHARACTERS ONLY OC IS THE VILLAIN
Some things about the fic it’s a cross over with Encanto, Moana, Elena of Avalor, and Tangled the series. Camilo is gender fluid and the main ship is Isabela x Moana and if you find that grammar and/or spelling is wrong feel free to point it out so I can fix that
Gabe: Are they stupid?
Luisa: Yes, but they prefer to be called Camilo.
Moana : I am an expert at identifying birds.
Elena : Okay, what about those ones flying over there?
Moana : Yeah, they're all birds.
Isabela : I love you.
Moana, not paying attention: What was that?
Isabela : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-
Moana: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Isabela : *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Moana: That one. I want that one.
Moana: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.
Isabela : Marry me.
Isabela : Are you sure Moana's even gay? They barely even looked at me.
Isabela : I want to kiss you.
Moana, not paying attention: What?
Isabela : I said if you die, I wont miss you.
Isabela : Can you cut me some slack, Moana? I’m sort of in love.
Moana: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.
Isabela : I’m in love with you.
Moana: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.
Camilo : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Varian: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Camilo : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Varian: Is it working?
Camilo : Why are your tongues purple?
Isabela : We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Moana: I had a red one.
Camilo : oh.
Camilo :
Camilo : OH.
Varian:
Varian: You drank each others slushies?
*playing twister*
Camilo : Right hand red.
Isabela : *ends up on top of Moana*
Moana: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Camilo : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.
Camilo : You know, Isabela gives moana flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.
Varian: Okay.
*Later*
Varian: *gives Moana flowers*
Moana: ???
Varian: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
Varian: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.
Isabela : *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?
Varian: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*
Isabela : Aww, it's a love note for Camilo ?
Varian: No-
Isabela : *opens it*
Isabela :
Varian:
Isabela : I can't read this.
Camilo : Due to personal reasons, I will be f*cking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.
Moana: Did Varian say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?
Camilo : THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–
Camilo : *seductively takes off glasses*
Camilo : Wow...
Varian: *blushes* Haha... what?
Camilo : You're really f*cking blurry.
Moana: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Isabela , blushing: Okay.
Varian: It's f*cking summer.
Isabela : If I say I love you, will you say it back?
Moana: Yes.
Isabela : I love you.
Moana: It back.
*Later*
Mirabel: Why is Isabela crying face-down on the floor?
Camilo : I’m this close to falling in love with Varian.
Moana: Your fingertips are touching.
Camilo : Exactly.
Varian: Why don’t you go talk to them?
Moana, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.
Varian: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?
Moana: They could hear me.
Moana: Is something burning?
Isabela , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.
Moana: Isabela , the toaster is literally on fire.
Camilo : Where are you going?
Varian: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!
Camilo : I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!
Isabela , knowing full well that Camilo got Varian an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*
Varian: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Camilo , blushing: Okay.
Moana: It's fucking summer.
Isabela : Do you love Varian?
Camilo : Yeah, I do.
Isabela : Moana! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!
Moana: We all love Varian. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.
Camilo : I thought that was implied.
Moana: ...
Isabela : ...
Camilo , looking straight at Moana: Congrats Isabela , you just won 100 bucks.
Camilo : ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Moana: I just wanna fucking marry Isabela !!
Camilo : I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Isabela : Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.
*Moana walks in*
Isabela : Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.
Varian: Truth or dare?
Moana: Dare.
Varian: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.
Moana: Hey Camilo ?
Camilo: Yeah?
Moana: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Isabela .
Varian: Isabela you can’t move in with Moana.
Isabela : Why not?
Varian: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup?
Isabela : I’m not wearing makeup right now.
Varian: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.
Varian: Hey Isabela , wanna third wheel on my date with Camilo tomorrow?
Isabela : Sure.
Varian: Moana! Wanna third wheel on my date with Camilo tomorrow?
Varian: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!
Isabela & Moana: ...
Camilo : Varian…
Camilo : Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Varian and I are dating.
Varian, Isabela , Moana, and Mirabel: *gasp*
Camilo : Varian, why are you surprised?!
Moana: H-how do you ask someone out?
Camilo: Well, first-
Varian: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.
Moana: ...And you said yes?
Varian: Hi.
Isabela : Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?
Varian: I did.
Isabela : And what did they say?
Varian: “Thank you.”
Isabela : You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?
Varian: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Camilo said, “Thank you.”
Moana: I know you love them.
Camilo : I am not in love with Varian!
Moana, staring at Camilo : I never said who...
Camilo : *realizes*
Camilo : Shit. Well, anyways-
Camilo , at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Varian, the love of my life, for telling me Moana was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.
Isabela : Hey, Camilo , are you free on Friday? Like around eight?
Camilo : Yeah.
Isabela : And you, Varian?
Varian: Umm... yes?
Isabela : Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!
Varian: Did they just-
Elena: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Niomi: Okay.
Elena: And make out during the scary parts.
Niomi: Th-
Niomi: The scary parts.
Niomi: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Gabe: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Mateo: Okay.
Gabe: And make out during the scary parts.
Mateo: Th-
Mateo: The scary parts.
Mateo: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Gabe: The stars are so beautiful...
Mateo: They're just giant balls of gas.
Gabe: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-
Mateo: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.
Gabe: Oh...
Mateo: We both look very handsome tonight.
Gabe: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."
Mateo: I couldn't take that chance.
Gabe: There's no way they like me back.
Elena: Mateo would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.
Gabe: Mateo would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.
Mateo: You know, Elena gives Niomi flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.
Gabe: Okay.
*Later*
Gabe: *gives Niomi flowers*
Niomi: ???
Gabe: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
Mateo: When I was a kid, Niomi told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.
Elena: They are!
Mateo: FOR REAL?
Elena: No! Why did you fall for it again?
Gabe: That sounds like a terrible plan.
Elena: Oh, we've had worse.
Elena: This totally sucks, man.
Gabe: This is horrible.
Elena: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.
Gabe: No, it’s not that, it’s Mateo.
Gabe: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!
Elena: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?
Gabe: Do not do that.
Elena: You won’t even notice!
Mateo, entering: Elena, you wanted to see me again?
Elena: Gabe's single
Gabe:
Niomi: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.
Mateo: Did Elena say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?
Niomi: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–
Mateo: *yawns*
Gabe: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Mateo: Then you must be exhuasted.
Elena: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
Niomi: Well, remember when Elena made a romantic dinner for me?
Mateo: Niomi, they microwaved you a pizza.
Niomi: How do you know how to kiss? like who teaches you?
Elena: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.
Elena: Would you like me to tutor you?
Gabe: That was smooth.
Gabe: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?
Mateo: Aww-
Gabe: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!
Gabe, to Mateo: We had a date!
Gabe: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*
Gabe: I truly go into housespouse mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.
Mateo: This is a lie.
Mateo: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.
Mateo: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.
Mateo: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.
Gabe: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.
Mateo: But you’re always acting stupid?
Gabe: ...
Gabe: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.
Mateo: Is something burning?
Gabe, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.
Mateo: Gabe, the toaster is literally on fire.
Gabe, sweating: Mateo, there’s something I need to ask you-
Mateo: Finally! You’re proposing!
Gabe: How’d you know?
Mateo: Gabe, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
Mateo: I even picked it up once.
Mateo: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.
Gabe: You and me!
Mateo: *tearing up* Ok.
Camilo: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.
Camilo: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.
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z3romilk · a month ago
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me and isabela are getting married the weddings tomorrow and no one’s invited if you have objections shred them
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one-more-fangirl · a month ago
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Isabela didn't want to marry Mariano bc she has a gf of a year and 4 months waiting for her to come out of the closet and ask her out
go on Isa, tell everyone and then explode your colorful way into that girl, so she can finally be your gf and you're not just dating her in your head
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nuggiesnoogie · 12 days ago
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Hey I do not mean to be a bother but I love your isabella stories and was wondering since requests are open(I am new to tumblr forgive me). If you can make a story surrounding one of your headcannons with her and the reader. Specifically this one if that is alright.
"Loves to tease you, especially during times when it’s not the best. Purposely flipping her hair in a certain way you like, walking a certain way, referencing specific things in her casual speech that would leave others confused, but you a steaming and heated mess
᪥ She hates being teased in return and will pay back ten fold behind closed doors until you’re worse than you were before"
If it is to much then no problem please take your time.
My Turn 
Isabela Madrigal x Reader
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Notes: yess!! It’s not too much at all, I really like that idea!!! Sorry for the wait, but it was pretty fun to write. AND you're not bothering at all, no worries. Hope you like it <3
-> Reader insert//female reader//innuendos at horrible times//girlfriend to magical Isabela//party planning//teasing Isabela//oh snap she said that
Warnings: innuendos galore and a pretty heated scene at the end more so 14+ this time around
Desc: The local party planner was put in charge of planning the birthday of Alma Madrigal, the grandmother of her long term girlfriend, Isabela Madrigal. Unfortunately, to make sure she impresses, she had to sacrifice time from spending time with her, which spelled nothing but future trouble.
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Alma Madrigal’s 71st birthday was coming up and per every Madrigal birthday, the whole village was invited in on the celebration. 
Although, unlike every birthday, someone outside the family was going to be planning it; [Y/n] [L/n]. She wasn’t inexperienced, of course. She planned things from personal family baby showers to large and jubilant Quinces, ever since the age of seventeen and all went out without a hitch. She liked to joke that it was her own little gift. 
It was also around that time that she caught the eye of and asked out (more so the other way around) her love and light, Isabela Madrigal, the granddaughter of Alma Madrigal. 
Alright, maaaybe she wasn’t too outside the family, and she hoped to close that gap even more, but it did not make her any less nervous when Señora Madrigal herself showed up on her doorstep and requested the event to be planned two months ago. 
And ‘requested’ is frankly generous as the way she said it, there really wasn’t a choice. At least with her nerves, it felt like it. Ever since then, [Y/n] had been planning out what food to be served, who would be able to attend, lighting, decor, theme–everything she could think of. The only thing that rang through her mind was if she failed, not only would it ruin her reputation among everyone, but Isa would never forgive her for ruining her grandmother's birthday.
That meant she had been over the Madrigal’s casita more often than before, which she didn’t think was possible. Despite that, nearly none of that time was with Isabela. 
It ached her heart, but the thought of failure and losing Isabela completely hurt worse. And it all led up to this moment. A few hours before everything was supposed to begin. She placed the food Julieta prepared onto a dining table in the backyard, but halted before setting it down and snapped her head up. Not too far away, Isabela had been talking to a person setting up a pole for where the hanging lights would be. 
When did she get here? This was the first time she saw her ever since arriving. She could hear her angelic laugh toward the woman, twisting her hair around her finger. [Y/n]’s eyebrow twitched as she stared longer, a stirring of jealousy in her heart and butterflies chest. She then shook her head and finally placed the bowl down, then looked away. Isa can talk to whoever she wants to, of course, but she only twirls her hair like that when she’s talking to her. Not that it bothered her. She shouldn’t let it bother her. Maybe she did that more often than she realized, is the lie she wanted to tell herself.
She went into the kitchen and retrieved another plate, Julieta leaned on the counter, dabbing away the sweat on her forehead with a cloth. “Finished the last one. You really picked a good menu for this one.”
Julieta often helped cater for her. “Great! I know it was a lot and a bit challenging, Thank you, Julieta.”
“I appreciate everything you’re doing. You are a sweetheart. Would you like me to help carry some out?”
“No, you don’t have to you did a lot already-“
“Nonsense, I’ll gladly help more. It’s my mother. Now show me.”
They walked out and once again, Isa was talking to the same woman as before. Her girlfriend laughed once more, sweet and light, flipping her hair. With the flip, a very specific one that was slower than her usual flow, that she loves, [Y/n] caught Isa’s beautiful brown eyes momentarily as flirty mischief bounced in them. It took everything to not go over there. Her face became hotter.
“Are you alright?” Juli inquired. “You look a little flush.”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She said as she placed the plates down. 
“Ah, here she is, my love.” Isabela said as she came around. She halted but held an awkward smile as Isa extended a hand her way. “This is my girlfriend [Y/n],” she introduced. But before getting a word out, she continued, “You know we were talking about babies, mi rosa. The Escobars gave birth, finally.”
“Oh that’s-“
Isa turned to the helper, “I love babies,” 
[Y/n] scrunched her eyebrows. “No you-“
“But they whine and cry a lot. I mean, I’m used to dealing with criers,” Isa gave her a knowing and teasing glance, “but it’s their first so I hope they’ll be alright.”
Huh? Did she mean Mira or Luisa? She would have been young but she could remember things like that. But what did that glance mean? Was she making a joke about Antoniooo, no, no, no… 
[Y/n] could feel herself malfunctioning, overheating as if a loaf of bread left sitting in the oven.
“Antonio was a handful. Ah but the way they look at you from below. It’s wonderful.” Her girlfriend continued. 
“Sweet Jesus…” [Y/n] murmured and planted a hand on the table to keep her steady, her head hung low as her body and mind tried to reset.
“Is she okay?” The helper asked. 
She felt a soft hand on her forehead. “Dios, you feel like you put your head into an oven. You need to sit down.”
“Don’t forget to clip their nails either. It can hurt sometimes, you know?”
Her eyes widened. “Isa-“
Said woman began to walk off, “oh, well, I have to go now. Nice chatting with you.” She swayed her hips in a hypnotic motion that could rival pocket watches. She knew deep in her heart that was, like everything else just then, on purpose.
“That’s it, come now, I’m going to get you to sit down.”At that point 
She hadn’t seen Isa since then, but at least she was given more time to recover before the party began. And it went off without a hitch! Blessedly. People and mingling, all of the madrigals had come up to her with praise and thanks for how wonderful everything looked, and Señora Alma herself had given a personal graciousness with a grateful gleam in her eye. 
Right now she stood in a corner in the backyard where people mostly resided, talking to a few of the other party goers, but rather half heartedly as Isabela still hung on her mind. She didn’t understand if she was mad and trying to make her jealous or some twisted payback, but whatever it was, it was working and she had nothing but Isa on her mind. 
Although she hadn’t seen her since earlier. She tried asking around but had been roped into longer conversations about future celebrations for them and their families. Each time she finally pulled away, she was smacked into another long talk. 
At some point, someone prompted for speeches and people went around telling stories about Alma and other meaningful topics. As it captured the attention of most, she finally spotted Isa in the back, drink in hand, and boredly paying attention. 
She held a brightened look and was about to travel over before someone called her name and all eyes were on her. Included Isa’s, who seemed far more interested, but still rather heated, than moments prior. She then whipped her head away and apparently found the nearby tree more interesting. She clenched her jaw, a new fire in her, then smiled brightly with a kind wave to all, “hello. Yes, I thank everyone for showing and it’s wonderful to be able to celebrate another strong year for Señora Madrigal.”
“Not abuela yet?” Someone from the crowd yelled. The crowd laughed as did she with a glance to her girlfriend, her brown eyes were completely focused on her. And she wanted to keep it that way while getting her own pay back.
“No, unfortunately not.” [Y/n] said with a chuckle, casually rolling a corner of her lip between her teeth, catching a swoon then tenseness from her girlfriend in the crowd. “Hopefully soon. I really do love Isabela very much, her radiance reaches every deep corner of my being and brightens my life.” Isa spat out her drink, which gained the attention of few, but the majority kept their eyes to the front. “But it’s not about us, it’s about tonight. But I would also like to just wanna give thanks to everyone that helped.” Claps ensued as she walked over to the buffet table and dipped a chip in a lot of dip with a somewhat inadequate bite, “sorry, couldn’t help it. Hopefully, you eat some of every delicious dish up here, of course thanks to Julieta.” 
The crowd laughed and clapped for Julieta, who stood up and waved. There was a little something on her cheek she left until she went back to the center to make sure it was seen. “Ah,” she gave eye contact to Isabela and licked the counter of her lip and lightly her finger. It was indescribable the expression that Isa’s eyes held as a cold but excited shiver ran up the planners back. “Don’t know how that ended up there but with how I’ve been eating, it was bound to happen.”
Even as she looked away, she could feel the death stare. In that moment it felt like she had Bruno’s gift, because she could see her future and it didn’t look very good. Maybe she shouldn’t have went that far. 
Nonetheless, she cleared her throat and awkwardly chuckled. “Just to wrap things up, let's raise our drinks to another glorious year for Señora Madrigal.”
It was quick the way Isabela grabbed [Y/n]’s arm and swiftly dragged her to her room without a word, slamming the door behind herself. Faster than she could process, the Madrigal pushed her girlfriend against the door, then trapped her with both arms on either side of her. She leaned into her ear close enough to feel the tickle of her somewhat labored breathing on her ear.
“You are in big trouble, lily.” She darkly threatened in a low and slow tone, “I swear I’ll make you do so much more than cry.”
“You started it.” [Y/n] retorted, pushing her up a bit before flipping their positions. “I felt like I wanted to kiss and kill you at the same time.” She said and leaned her forehead on Isabela’s.
“You started it with the whole party mess.” She bit back. “I feel like you love my abuela more than me.” She said after, hurt and anger in her voice.
[Y/n] winced and brought her hand to Isabela’s face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Really, really, sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you but I was afraid if anything but perfect happened tonight… I just wanted things to be perfect for her.”
Isa shook her head and sighed. “I know you were stressed, and it’s sweet how much you care, but besides you and me together, nothing is perfect. I wish you would have just come to me, love.”
“You are right as always, Isa, I’m sorry. Though you did not make it easy for me to function properly tonight, I may have deserved some of it. I acted foolishly before.”
“Si, and the fact you tried to get me back made me very angry, petal.” She responded, though, it was filled with anything but anger and rather want and tease. “But you are my fool. And it becomes a problem when anything cuts into my time with you.” She followed lowly, slowly leaning from their position to her neck, first placing chaste kisses along her shoulder blade before becoming a little rougher, nipping and biting, marking numerous sections that wouldn’t fade for sometime. Those worries faded, however, and so does her strength, as if Isabela’s kisses were a sedative.
[Y/n] relaxed then bit her lip before a low moan escaped as she tilted her head to the side to give more access. In a yearning to get more physical contact, her hands were about to rest on Isa’s wrist before vines quickly wrapped themselves around her wrist and brought them above her head.
She whined and Isa brought herself up, bringing her lips an inch close, but no contact. [Y/n] tried to close the gap but vines also wrapped around her neck and legs, firm and sturdy. Her breath hitched as Isa’s hands began to wander around her body.
Finally, her sweet voice graced her ears. “I hope you aren’t doing anything tomorrow,” her delicate hands glided up the side of her body, “or the next,” back down, “or the next,” up once more, “or the next,” rested at her shoulder. At this point [Y/n] was glad the vines were able to hold her up because she could feel herself get weaker and weaker the longer Isa’s poisonous touch remained on her. “Because it’s my turn to get you back.”
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haystarlight · a month ago
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I love Isabela’s lavender dress as much as anyone but... can we get merchandise of her more colorful and assymetrical dress, at the end of the movie?? that’s the dress she actually likes, the one she feels more like herself in. 
if Elsa can have 3 different outfits, Isabela can have 2. come on, dude, more merch means more money, right??
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yo-no-fui3 · a month ago
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Ok ok but headcanon that when Isabela is in love violets start to grow everywhere when she's in a good mood
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isabelas-angel · 16 days ago
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it's not symmetrical or perfect but it's beautiful, and it's mine~
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prinrestcess · 25 days ago
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bigtitygothgf · a month ago
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I have decided that I'll be writing for encanto so feel free to leave request<33
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sakucrakiss · 12 hours ago
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People headcanon Luisa as a lesbian only because of her body. But actually the real lesbian is Isabela. Sorry 🥴
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remi-remy-remus · 21 days ago
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Okay guys look I know we all love to headcanon that Isabela is a lover of women, but I would like to bring your attention to something for like however long it takes you to read this.
If you rearrange the letters in Isabela, you can legitimately get lesbiaa, which is only a letter off.
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