#teasing isabela

[jacarandaaaas]

this one isn’t an intro but I found it funny so I’m including it

[catastrouge]

first breakfast all together after the rebuild of Casita:

Camilo: We don't talk about Bruno no no no..

everyone stays silent, not understanding why he would bring up that song with Bruno at the table with them

Mirabel: We don't talk about Brunoooo

the two look at Pepa, waiting for her to start her verse.

everyone is still shocked, but when Bruno giggles, Pepa's cloud disappears and she starts singing, followed by all the others at the table.

Antonio and Luisa, looking confused: what is happening... why is everyone singing this?

Julieta, who heard every single part of the song from the kitchen: Imma meet my father real quick.

[jo-com]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞➛ Making sure She says Mama

Dad!Carlos Sainz x Mom!Reader

Summary: Based off this tiktok

Genre: Fluff Drabble

Note: Grammatical errors and not proofread, Enjoy Reading!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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The sun seeped through the silky curtains casting a soft fluorescent glow across your guys' living room-- adding more to the cozy afternoon vibes.

There you were sitting upwards and your daughter to your front while Carlos was in the kitchen, making you and isabela an afternoon snack. "Now, mi bebe can you say mama? Come on you can do it" you spoke in a child like manner trying to earn your 12 month old baby's attention.

Isabela was at her age where most babies dabble incoherent words or sometimes even a full word. That's when you and Carlos decided on betting who will she say first. Will it be Mama or Papa?

An idea crossed your mind as you remembered one particular video online. It was a video showcasing a mom teaching her baby how to pronounce the word but with a twist-- it was so mind blowing that it might actually work.

So that was what you were doing at that exact moment--With a picture of you and Carlos in your hand.

You pointed at your photo and then back at you, "This is mama, Come on isa say Mama, Mama"

Isabela only stared back at you blankly, hearing you repeat the word for like a thousand times already.

The smile on your face faded as you then pointed at Carlos' face. "This is Father, Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro"

"That's right isa, That's Mama's Husband" you quipped again with a sing song voice.

As you constantly repeat the phrases, you didn't even notice that Carlos was standing to the side and observing your devious trick that you performed on your guy's daughter.

After watching for a while and even giggling to himself a little, he had enough and walked towards you two "What are you doing Mi amor?"

You lightly jumped from his sudden presence and shot back a response, "Nothing!" and was fast to put the picture on your hand to the side.

"I clearly saw you try to trick our daughter into making her say mama" Carlos said with a grin across his face and his hands crossed like a sassy mom.

"Well you clearly didn't see right because i was only teaching her how to pronounce it"

Carlos chuckled at your 'excuse', "Really?, just so you know darling that you are lying in front of our baby right now"

You rolled your eyes and answered back, "For your information i am not lying, isa knows"

As the two of you teased one another, your daughter was staring back with a confused expression and without even realizing she spoke up a little. "Papa"

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Hope y'all enjoyed reading! That's all

[gadriezmannsgirl]

fermin seeing his gf interacting with the other players little kids after a match win and getting baby fever

A small blurb for this cute scenario with Fermin getting Baby Fever���

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Celebrations were amazing and mostly when it was your team doing a celebration, they had won a 5-0 against Athletic Club and were more than excited because it meant good news on that table.

"Y/N, can we go and play?" Aitana, Araujo's babygirl said cutting your conversation with Pedri, Ferran and your boyfriend, Fermín

"Lo siento, Y/N/N. Que le he dicho que estabas ocupada pero es que te adora" (I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I told her you were busy but she adores you) You smile softly at the Uruguayo.

"No worries, you know I love being with her. Venga, Aitana" You gave her your hand "Vamos a jugar" (C'mon, Aitana. Let's play) "Excuse me, guys"

You went ahead and walked a bit further where Lewandowski's daughters were playing as well with Raphinha's wife Natalia and her son, Andreas's wife Katrine and her son along with Frenkie's fiancé, Mikky and her son, Miles. You sat on the grass with Aitana on your lap and played with her and her dolls for a while.

Without your knownledge, Fermín had zoned out from the conversation he was having with Pedri and Ferran to look at you, interacting so well with his mates children. You were laughing, joking and playing with the kids, freely rolling on the grass. Picking the kids up in your arms and swinging them from side to side.

He wanted that with you.

He wanted a half him and a half you running around your future house. He wanted to see you care and love your kid, born from the love you felt for each other. He wanted you with him always. And he wanted to go through all of his life with you by his side as his girl, as his fianceé, as his wife, his best friend, his rock, his everything.

"We get you're in love with your girl but stop looking at her like a freak" Ferrán said jokingly

"I wanna marry her and I wanna have kids with her" Fermín blurted out

"Wow" Pedri said laughing softly "We knew that but everything to its time, you know?"

"No, I mean... I know that but- I can't help but watch her with Aitana and Miles and Laura and... I don't know. I just- see my whole life with her already"

"Let's hope she thinks the same" Ferran said as Pedri hits his head

"She definitely thinks the same, Fer. No worries"

"How'd you know that?"

"Because she looks at you the same way you look at her" Pedri said shrugging and Fermin blushed

"You're in love" Ferran teased

"Shut up, cabrón!" They laughed "I would love to see you whipped for your girl"

"Shark's alone right now" Ferran smiles

"Deja la tontería que los tiburones también se enamoran" (Stop speaking nonsense Sharks also fall in love) Fermín joked

"But maybe you can start by getting a dog" Pedri said and the three of them laughed

"Yeah... We can start with that" He said watching you smile your hands into Miles hands as you walk softly with him and in that moment you turned your head around to watch him already looking at you.

You smile at your boyfriend as he smiled back and mouthed a small "Te quiero", you blushed and sent him a kiss. His heart feeling full of love and happiness.

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[pupkinpumpkin]

Ya know what? Since DA2 is being told to Cassandra by Varric, it is entirely possible that Varric and Hawke did get together, but in order to keep Hawke safe, Varric lied and said they were in a relationship with someone else so Cassandra wouldn't ask him why he doesn't know where they are if they're partners

Bianca (the woman) is a person who had a profound effect on Varric's life and someone he cares a lot about but shes just an ex

Bianca (the crossbow) has been in his life for such a long time that changing her name or getting rid of her is unthinkable

He gets Isabela to write friend-fiction for him so he has a story to tell Cassandra about Hawke's love life

If you romance and save Anders, you can headcanon that Hawke still liberates circles with Anders, so pairing them up with him in a fake relationship is a perfect cover

The way Varric talks about Anders, he's probably jealous that he gets to see Hawke more often

He and Hawke debate if they want to make their relationship public once Hawke comes to the Inquisition but decide against it, mostly because they enjoy sneaking around and teasing each other

I'm not coping for not being able to romance Varric I swear

[echoesaythglen]

Dol n' Oscar's Groove

Hello friends! Last time we saw Oscar, he was being launched a half mile across town by a deeply irate Isabela. Despite this, he soon found his groove in the community. Between lugging sacks of coffee about he found that he shared a passion for music and dance with Dolores, and the two bonded fast.

Though Pepa and Félix were quick to put a stop to the idea of Oscar and Dolores sharing her room during sleepovers, the pair made it work and would dance, sing and laugh late into the night, exchanging stories and dance moves. Oscar even brought out Dolores' playful side, and she took ravenous delight in teasing him for his sweaty palms and two left feet.

For now the two are firm friends, but who knows what the future holds?

[privatebooth]

My little headcanon for the Amell crest Fenris starts wearing after the first night

The favour I could understand - Hawke could have tied that ribbon himself, but what about the other thingie?

I decided that after the Deep roads expedition - when Hawke was able to reclaim the Amell name and estate, he commissioned several Amell crest copies for all his friends and rivals to thank them for helping him achieve this. Those are supposed to symbolize their connection to this now-nobleman and serve as a reminder of their bond. So that they know that Hawke is still there for them.

I think Isabela is teasing Aveline, pointing out that she now has an influential friend who can help cover up her activities. Hawke probably assures Aveline that he won't be doing anything more illegal than what he'd been doing up until now... with Varric laughing that that's just how things work in Kirkwall. I don't think Merrill gets the meaning of a noble crest - it seems mostly useless, but cute. Guess Fenris contemplates the idea of forming an actual connection to this group. That must be very new to him.

They all keep these souvenirs stashed away somewhere except for Sebastian who was not on their team in act 1

And after their night together Fenris chooses to wear his crest out in the open, probably as a way to show Hawke that he treasures their bond despite whatever he's going through, or something like that...

And though this is supposed to be a celebration of Hawke's success, this victory rings hollow because it cost him his brother. Whether or not he survived remains unknown, so Hawke grieves slapping a smile on his face and cracking jokes. Fenris notices when the mask slips (because he's always paying attention to his surroundings) and it endears Hawke to him some more - knowing that despite his newly gained wealth and power that goes with it he's still just sad about his lil bro.

And perhaps this could be the first time they go home together - now that they are neighbours...

[dailyisabelamerced]

The stunning Isabela Merced describes her The Last Of Us character Dina... and also teaches us what the sound for spoilers is...

She also has a little fun teasing Pedro Pascal about Superman vs The Fantastic Four, both in theaters this summer.

[immobiliter]

       Was Isabela planning on leaving his bed anytime soon? With one swift flop back onto his mattress, Varric had his answer. A hand gripping onto the edge of his bedside table, he exhaled softly, still weighing up his options. Regardless of any lingering thoughts on the Rivaini pirate stretching out in bed and making herself at home, she must have been feeling rather delicate this morning, even for someone with her enviable constitution. Varric had been acutely aware of the consequences of drink ever since he'd been a kid, whether it was in firmly guiding his mother to her bed at night or in getting her up and dressed whenever Bartrand had important delegates visiting from the Dwarven Merchant's Guild. He couldn't just leave her, no matter how much he wanted to pretend that the mess of last night hadn't happened.

       But then she rolled onto her side, exposing the curve of her hip, and beckoned him back towards her and the bed, and Varric made his mind up. “ Water it is. I'll be right back. ” He tried not to make the swift grab of the jacket on the back of his chair and walk towards his door look like the running away that it most certainly was. By the time he reached the bar and was waiting on the poor barkeep on the morning shift, Varric was grateful for the crisp, cool air leaking in through the tavern's front door.

       Varric inwardly braced himself before stepping back into his room, handing her the drink before sitting down tentatively at the end of his bed, shifting her legs out of the way as he did. “ So, are you gonna tell me what last night was all about? ” At the very least, he deserved some sort of explanation. This was the first night since her arrival in Kirkwall that she'd ended up in his bed, after all.

he seems ... off. even in her current sorry state , it doesn't quite escape isabela's notice. was it the propositioning ?? were things going to remain stupidly awkward for andraste knows how long now ?? isabela had been sure she'd made it obvious enough ; she'd tumble with any member of hawke's little merry gang of misfits and think nothing of it , go about their continued association as if nothing had changed. sex does not have to change everything , doesn't have to change anything ... isabela has held these views so long that sometimes , she forgets that not everyone is on that same page. but of all the people she could have literally fallen into bed with , she'd certainly not expected varric to be acting like a nug caught between a rock and a hard place ... ' andraste's tits ... ' she groans , giving up the battle to remain even partially upright. isabela flops ( though , somehow she still manages to look graceful as she does it ) back against the pillow , lids falling closed once more. ringed fingers raise to lightly massage against her forehead.

' you're right , forget anders. the pretentious sod likely wouldn't help me anyways ... ' or , at the very least , she'd be forced to swallow his self - righteous judgement , his running commentary on the her irresponsible actions ... as if the runaway mage sharing his body with some spirit of justice has any right to lecture any of them on their personal decision - making.

cracking an eye open , isabela wrinkles her nose at varric's suggestions. ' or , we skip the water and go right for the good stuff ... ' she counters , letting her hands drop again as she shifts onto her side. one hand rests on the curve of her hip , the other slides into view so she can crook a finger in a beckoning motion. ' better yet , you could just come back over here. you're delightfully warm , did you know that ?? '

@immobiliter / cont.

[lovedbysolaris]

Unsigned Feelings. (3)

Isabela Merced x Reader

Summary: You were hired to help her write an album not fall for her. Ghostwriting kept you safe. Until her. Isabela Merced sees through the walls you built with every lyric. What starts as late-night writing sessions turns into something you can’t name—until it hurts not to. But your past doesn’t stay buried. And when secrets surface and pressure builds, you're left with one choice: walk away like you always do... or stay and fight for the one thing you never let yourself want.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: honestly this aint a crazy story...

Recommended Soundtracks for Chapter.

“Godspeed” – Frank Ocean

“You Know How to Love Me” – Phyllis Hyman

“Don’t Delete the Kisses” – Wolf Alice

"Glory Box" - Portishead

“Over the Ocean Call” – Lizzy McAlpine

"Miles Around" - W.S (Unreleased, down below)

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You end up cleaning the Airbnb together, two weeks of notebooks, old takeout, water bottles, and tangled chords getting packed into boxes and gear bags. Isabela follows you room to room like a shadow.

At one point, she asks, “You got somewhere to drop your stuff before the flight?”

You nod. “Need to run it back to the apartment. Feed Hades.”

She pauses at the door. “Can I come?”

You look over your shoulder. “You want to meet my dog that’s built like a Greek statue and doesn’t trust strangers?”

She shrugs. “I’m very charming.”

You laugh. “Come on, then.”

Your apartment is smaller, more lived-in. Not flashy, not expensive—but home.

Navy walls with a matte finish. Exposed pipework. LED strips that aren’t too neon. And when you open the door, Alexa kicks in automatically:

“Now playing: ‘Glory Box’ by Portishead.”

You hear Isabela laugh behind you.

“Okay, I knew you were cool but this confirms it.”

You shrug. “She knows the vibe.”

She steps inside like it’s a museum—hands in her pockets, turning slowly as her eyes take everything in.

There’s a wall of sneakers by the door. Mostly Jordan Retros. Some classics. Some customs. One pair in a glass box.

There’s an incense burner shaped like a hand on the windowsill. A framed poster of a 90s Outkast tour. A black-and-white photo of Hades as a puppy, ears too big for his head.

Then she turns.

And sees the wall.

Dozens of plaques.

Framed gold and platinum certifications, no names on the front—just logos. You’d have to know what to look for.

She squints at one. “Wait. Is that… Khalid?”

You nod from the kitchen. “Yeah.”

She steps closer.

“Kehlani… Noah Kahan? Maren Morris?!”

You pour water into Hades’ bowl. “Country bag. Couldn’t pass that one up.”

Her eyes widen. “You ghostwrote half the charts.”

You lean against the counter. “Not half. Maybe a generous sliver.”

“Why doesn’t anyone know?”

You shrug. “Because ghostwriting’s the best invisibility cloak.”

She walks through the hallway to your room. You follow.

Your room is modern, clean, but personal. Sage bundle tucked under your mirror. Candle burned halfway through. You keep your hats hung up in order of color—some fitted, some faded. Your class ring glints from the edge of your desk.

Isabela leans against the doorway.

Watches you move.

You toss shoes into a bag, fold shirts with single flicks of your wrist, toss in the old guitar strap she’s seen you use every day for two weeks.

You don’t notice the way she’s watching you.

But she’s watching.

She sees your rhythm. Your peace. Your presence. Something about it makes her chest ache. And she doesn't know why.

Maybe because you’re not trying. And yet—you're still unforgettable.

“You always move like that?” she says softly.

You glance up. “Like what?”

“Like you don’t notice people watching you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

She grins. “Maybe.”

You shake your head and chuckle.

She looks down. Then, quietly, she says:

“…Secreta.”

You look up. “What’s that?”

She shrugs, teasing. “First language.”

You pause. “Secret.”

She freezes.

You zip the bag shut.

Then meet her eyes.

“Don’t be surprised I understood you,” you say. “We’re writing in every language now.”

At the airport, you’re all nerves.

Isabela’s got her hoodie up and sunglasses on. But you? You’re practically vibrating.

Tapping your foot.

Bouncing your knee.

Wringing your hands.

You’re quiet.

Too quiet.

She notices.

“So… how’s Hades?”

You nod. “Fine.”

“Your sister—”

“Good.”

She bites her lip, choosing silence.

You board first-class, and it’s a private seating area. Just you and her, two rows across from each other.

You sit stiffly. Gripping the armrest like it’s going to try and escape.

You stare at the window, then away, then back again.

Then you close your eyes.

Isabela notices.

She pulls her AirPods Max from her bag. Gently leans over, places them on your head.

You open one eye.

She smiles softly.

“Just listen.”

You hear it.

It’s “Lovin Kind.”

Mixed. Mastered. Your chords. Her voice. Your words. Her story.

You close your eyes again. Grip the armrest.

And then… you feel it.

Her hand slides into yours.

Warm.

Steady.

Sure.

You don’t open your eyes.

Neither does she.

But somehow, up there in the sky, you both exhale at the same time.

The plane landed smoother than you expected. The wheels kissed the runway, the cabin filled with a light clatter of seatbelts and softened applause, and somehow—somehow—you were still breathing.

You pulled the AirPods off and handed them back to Isabela like nothing had happened.

“I told you I’d be fine,” you said, stretching your legs dramatically.

She stared at you for a full second.

Then: “You were shaking so hard I thought the seat might file for a restraining order.”

You scoffed. “That’s bold. I was calm.”

“You whispered ‘we’re not built for the sky’ like three separate times.”

“Philosophical,” you muttered. “Not panicked.”

She grinned. “Mmm-hmm.”

Outside, a black SUV pulled up curbside.

Vanessa hopped out in a pinstriped jumpsuit, tossing her phone into her purse mid-call. “Welcome to L.A., kids. Let’s make some hits.”

She handed you a key fob. “That’s for your Airbnb. Only a five minute walk from Bela. No excuses for being late to sessions.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You set this up?”

Vanessa smirked. “You think I trust you two not to vanish in a city full of distractions?”

Isabela leaned in. “We are the distractions.”

“Exactly.”

The Airbnb was nice—too nice for you, if you were being honest. A sleek little Spanish-style cottage tucked behind bougainvillea and warm brick walls, with glass doors that slid into a small patio garden. Minimalist decor, record player in the corner, a vinyl of Stevie Wonder’s Songs in the Key of Life already on display.

You didn’t even finish unpacking before Isabela texted:

“Let me show you around. You need city feet.”

You’d barely tied your Jordan 5s before you were in her car again.

It started with a casual drive. Palm trees zipped past your window, the sun stretching warm fingers across your face. Isabela rattled off neighborhood names like song titles—Los Feliz, Echo Park, Silver Lake.

You weren’t really paying attention.

Because you saw it.

A storefront. A faded mural of MJ in a dunk pose. A neon Jumpman in the window.

Your breath hitched. “Pull over.”

“What?”

“Sneaker spot.”

Isabela blinked. “You’re joking.”

You were already out the door.

Inside, it smelled like heaven. Leather. Floor wax. Anticipation.

You moved like a kid in a candy store—eyes wide, hands hovering near displays like they were sacred relics. You struck up a conversation with one of the workers about a rare pair of Cement 3s, bonding instantly. (Need them 3's. Swear I'll sell a kidney)

Isabela stood back, arms crossed, watching the whole thing unfold with a quiet, amused expression. The worker laughed at something you said and clapped your shoulder.

And then…

She saw it.

The smile.

Your real one.

The one that crinkled your eyes and pushed your dimples into the spotlight. The kind of smile you hadn’t once given her in all your two weeks of sessions, of late-night chords and heart-thin lyrics. And something inside her… shifted.

Not in jealousy.

Just in longing.

She wanted that smile. From you. For her.

Hours later, after a detour at a taco stand and a long sunset drive, you finally followed her to her home.

You were still riding the high from the sneaker shop. Until you stepped inside.

Laughter. A deep voice.

You tensed.

You called her name.

No answer.

The laughter led you down the hallway.

You rounded the corner.

And froze.

He was tall. Confident. Smiling like the room was built for him. A bouquet of deep red ranunculus flowers in hand. He wore effortless charisma like a second skin.

Isabela was laughing. Genuinely. Her eyes bright in a way you hadn’t seen before.

And that smile?

That was the one you wanted for you.

It burned.

You straightened your back. Folded your arms.

Isabela noticed the shift in you instantly.

The man turned. “Oh—didn’t know we had company.”

You said nothing.

Isabela gestured between you two. “oh!, this is—”

“I gotta head out. Studio’s tomorrow, right?”

She blinked. “Yeah, but…”

“I’ll meet you there.”

She tilted her head. “You sure? We could ride together.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

You turned.

And walked out.

She followed halfway, her voice at your back.

“You don’t even know where the studio is!”

You stopped at the door. Looked back just once.

“I’ll figure it out.”

And you closed the door before she could say anything else.

Inside, Isabela stood frozen, one hand hovering where the door had just been.

Young Mazino walked back in. “Everything okay?”

She blinked.

“Yeah,” she lied.

But it wasn’t.

Because that you? That version she just got?

Cold. Distant. Quiet.

It was the opposite of the person she had come to know in that echo room. The opposite of the girl who wrote in broken metaphors and whispered lines that felt like confessions.

It was a stranger.

And somehow…

That hurt more than she expected.

A slow, echoing hurt.

Like a song stuck on repeat inside her ribs.

The studio smelled like synth and sunlight.

You’d arrived early. Always did.

The room was clean—too clean. Booth untouched. Monitors still sleeping. You liked it that way. You got to move in silence, tune in without the world watching.

You stood in the center of the sound booth, fingers adjusting the mic stand, lowering it just an inch. Then another. Just to the right height. Not yours.

Hers.

You paused a second, just looking at the mic—tilted toward where her lips would be. A strange warmth crept up your neck.

Behind you, the door clicked open.

You didn’t turn.

You knew it was her.

Isabela stood by the glass, watching. Watching the way your hands moved with purpose. The way you tilted the mic like you’d done it a thousand times just for her. Even though you hadn’t.

She didn’t say a word.

Didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, she forgot she was mad. She forgot about slamming doors, and that stiff exit you gave her.

She just remembered your hands. And the way you always remembered her height.

She slipped in quietly as you started queuing up the mix.

You didn’t look over.

You felt her presence like a shifting temperature. Just behind you. Warm.

“Morning,” she said softly.

“Morning,” you replied, casual. Too casual.

She crossed her arms. Waited. “You’re early.”

You nodded. “Gotta get the levels right.”

She watched you move, wrist flicking faders and scrolling through stems on the board. She’d watched engineers before. Producers. Ghostwriters.

But never like this.

Never like you.

And the silence was killing her.

So she cut it.

“You’re really not gonna talk about it?”

You blinked, slow. “Talk about what?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Last night.”

You shrugged. “Wasn’t much to talk about.”

“Oh come on.”

You finally turned your chair around. Met her eyes.

Calm. Steady. Detached.

“I had a long day. Didn’t want to crowd your moment.”

She scoffed. “That’s what you’re calling it?”

You stood, walking toward the booth to adjust the levels on the guitar mic. “Let’s just make music.”

She stared at your back.

“No,” she said. “Because that’s what you do when you’re feeling something. You bury it in chords and rhyme schemes. You don’t say anything. You just sing it and hope nobody reads between the lines.”

You froze.

She stepped closer.

“You stormed out because you saw something you didn’t like. You were jealous. Or hurt. Or something. But instead of talking, you came here early to avoid me.”

You turned.

Met her eyes.

And said nothing.

She crossed her arms. “So am I wrong?”

You licked your lips, considered lying.

Instead: “I’m not jealous.”

She tilted her head. “Then what?”

You sighed. “I’m…not built for people like him.”

Isabela softened. “I didn’t ask you to be.”

“I know. Still doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting.”

The silence returned.

And this time, you broke it.

You slid your phone across the table.

A waveform pulsed on screen. A song titled “Now We’re Strangers (Remix)” — draft version. You hit play.

The room filled with the low hum of your voice. Deeper, more vulnerable than she’d ever heard it.

I left pieces of me at your place / now I drive past, can’t look the same.

You held my hand when my mother was fading / now I can't even text you on birthdays.

She listened. Still. Completely still.

The lyrics spilled out like something you hadn’t meant for anyone to hear.

The truth was, you hadn’t.

“Throwaway,” you muttered.

“For who?”

“Central Cee. Never sent it. Felt too raw.”

Isabela stared at you.

“You wrote that for yourself.”

You didn’t reply.

“I didn’t know you lost her.”

You nodded, eyes still on the console. “Wasn’t trying to lead with grief.”

“But you do,” she said. “Every lyric of that song is grief disguised as detachment.”

You shrugged. “Sometimes that’s all you can do.”

She looked at you differently then.

Like she was seeing the fault lines.

Like she wanted to press her hand into them and see if you’d crack.

She walked over.

Opened her mouth to say something—

And the door opened behind her.

“Yo! This the genius zone or what?”

You both turned.

Young Mazino.

Black leather jacket. Flowers again. Always the damn flowers.

He grinned. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You straightened your back. Your jaw set before you even realized.

Isabela blinked. “Young, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Wanted to see you work,” he said, eyes bouncing from her to you. “Is this the famous SW?”(SongWriter)

You nodded once. Cool. Distant. “What’s up.”

He extended a hand.

You shook it once. Brief. Your fingers didn’t curl.

He noticed.

So did she.

Isabela stepped forward, gesturing toward the vocal booth. “We were just going over scratch vocals.”

Young smiled. “Perfect. I’ll sit back and learn from the best.”

He flopped into the couch like he owned the room.

Isabela turned back to you. Her eyes searching your face.

But whatever softness had been there before— had already gone cold.

You were avoiding her.

Again.

Sinking behind your soundboard like it had a steering wheel and a destination somewhere far, far from her eyes.

And yet…

She wouldn’t leave you alone.

She sat on the edge of the console, just barely not blocking your view, dangling her feet like she didn’t have a single care in the world—but every glance was a plea.

You clicked through samples. Opened closed folders. Re-routed cables that didn’t need re-routing.

She didn’t move.

“You’re mad.”

“Nope.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m working.”

She slid a little closer. “Then let’s work.”

“I am.”

“Together.”

Your fingers froze on the board. Just for a second.

That was all she needed.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said carefully. “The contract said I needed features. Right? You’re in the contract.”

You looked up, slow. “Isabela.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re using the contract?”

“I’m honoring it.”

You let out a small laugh, not the funny kind.

Then you sipped your water, turned back toward the board—

“I mean, if you don’t want to finally put your voice back out there—”

You choked.

Water hit your throat sideways. You coughed once, turned back to her with a look.

“I’m fine staying behind the scenes,” you said, clearing your throat.

“But you shouldn’t be.” Her voice was quiet now. Firm.

And then…

Young.

“You know,” he said from the corner, lounging like a well-dressed shadow. “I could always jump on a verse. Just say the word.”

She didn’t even glance his way.

Her eyes were locked on you.

You sighed. “Bela…”

“You get to do it your way,” she said. “Your sound. Your structure. But I want you on this record.”

You looked at her. At the way she was leaning forward just slightly. Not pushing. But not backing down.

Your throat tightened.

You looked away.

“…Fine.”

She grinned.

“But we do it my way.”

You pulled up the session file: Miles Around. An open-space melody. Light guitar laced with a faded drum pattern. Vocals left blank. Instrumental bleeding with potential.

You’d written the hook weeks ago. Never sang it.

Now…

You did.

And she followed.

She stayed in the booth as you fed her line after line, your words folded inside her voice like a letter sealed and never sent.

You didn’t even notice how long it took.

You didn’t notice how Young had stopped smiling.

Then it happened.

She sang a line you wrote—but changed it.

You looked up.

“You said I was safe, then you left the locks unlatched.”

It was yours, originally.

But now it came out as:

“So used to being rejected and brokenhearted”

She was looking at you.

The entire time.

You said nothing.

You couldn’t.

You just watched her sing your words—remixed into her perspective. Her truth.

And something about it left your chest a little hollow.

But you kept going.

And when it was your turn, you sang. Rapped. Poured the smoke in your throat out into something melodic. You weren’t showy. You weren’t polished.

But God, you were honest.

And she watched you like you were rewriting the sky.

By the end of the track, the booth felt like a heartbeat.

You finished your final note. Let it echo into silence.

And before you could open your eyes…

She crashed into you.

Laughing. Breathless. Throwing her arms around your shoulders and squealing against your chest.

You froze.

For a second.

Then—your arms found her waist.

Held her there.

It felt… wrong how right it felt.

You hadn’t liked touch. Not in years.

But your body didn’t flinch this time.

You just… held her.

And Isabela melted.

Somewhere behind you, Young was still in the room.

You’d forgotten that.

Until you stepped out of the booth.

And there he was.

Engulfing her in his arms.

His hands on her waist—just like yours had been. Holding her too long. Too close.

She laughed, oblivious.

You noticed everything.

Especially the way Young looked at you when he hugged her.

He was staking claim.

And he was daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

She turned to praise you.

“That was insane. Like—why are you not headlining Coachella already?”

You waved her off with a crooked grin. “Maybe I just like being your secret weapon.”

She blushed a little. You didn’t point it out.

Then—Young struck again.

“Bela, you free tonight?”

She blinked. “Um… I think—”

“I want to take you out,” he said. “Like a real date.”

You froze.

She looked surprised. “Oh. I mean—yeah, sure. I guess.”

And there it was again.

That ache.

Like being punched in the gut by a ghost.

She turned toward you, halfway between guilt and goodbye.

“You gonna be okay here?”

You nodded. “I don’t want to mess up your love life.”

That hit her.

She caught the jab. Let it slide.

And stepped closer.

She grabbed your hand. Held it gently.

Thanked you with her fingers.

And walked away.

Young waved at you.

You didn’t wave back.

But then—

The door burst open again.

Her boots hit the floor in fast steps.

You turned just in time to see her jog in, breathless.

She grabbed your jaw.

Kissed your cheek.

Hard.

“You’re coming over later,” she whispered. “Dinner. We’re celebrating.”

You blinked.

She smirked.

“Don’t be late.”

And then she was gone.

But the blush on her cheeks?

That stayed burned into your mind.

So did the smile.

The one she hadn’t given to Young.

The one she’d saved for you.

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[sha-brytols]

🎲 kiss!!

i had to get @fadeling to choose the ships for me because i have such terrible decision anxiety LOL

7. A romantic kiss

"Well," Isabela drawls as she pulls her shirt back over her head. "Thanks for that. I'll just be off, then, unless you wanted another round..."

A snort. Isabela turns to Hawke and catches the tail-end of an eye roll. "Not unless you want to explain to Aveline why you can't walk tomorrow."

"Ooh, that sounds like a challenge. You know I like a good challenge." She saunters over and slides a hand up Hawke's leg. "I wonder how hard it would be to break you, hm?"

Hawke grins, all teeth. "Very hard, I'm afraid. You are welcome to try, however." She leans back on her hands, the muscles in her arms flexing as she does so, and spreads her legs a little. A not so subtle invitation, and Isabela finds her gaze drawn down before she realizes it and snaps her eyes up again.

"Tease."

"You've never complained before."

"And I'm not about to now," she purrs, climbing back into Hawke's lap with a smirk. "But you know what they say. All work and no play makes Hawke a very, very boring girl. Or was that a dull girl?"

Laughter sputters from her lips, bright and unexpected. Isabela almost falters at the sound of it, at the sight of Hawke's smile. Her fingers tighten where they have gripped Isabela's waist, and she shakes her head. "Who says that?"

Isabela wets her lips. "I say that," she murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Hawke turns her head and catches her lips. Isabela's breath stutters, just a little. Hawke's lips part, her hands coming up to cup her face, thumb brushing her jaw, and she can feel the callouses there and the gentleness of her touch, the way it always gets gentle at the end like she can't quite bear to be rough anymore—

Isabela breaks away abruptly and stands. Hawke blinks owlishly at her, a question creasing her brow.

She has to take a moment to find her voice, and even then her tone is too light. "I just remembered," Isabela says with a wink. "Merrill needed help with... elf things. Poor girl will pitch a fit if I'm not there. You know how she gets."

She doesn't know. Hawke is still staring, confusion etched in the lines of her face, but Isabela is already out the door, heart racing, palms sweaty, trying desperately to outrun the sinking feeling in her gut that feels dangerously warm and fond and like a terrible, stupid idea.

[matmiraculous]

Season 3

Just realized I COMPLETELY forgot to post season 3 of the Encanto TV show ideas. Yall let me know if I should come up with season 4, and maybe leave some ideas if you have some lol... Maybe it'll motivate me to actually write it.

1 - Casitas Feelings (Casita Feat: Whole Fam)    An episode from Casitas point of view as it watches the whole family get through  normal/chaotic day.

2 - Mamas Boy (Camilo and Pepa) Camilo has always been a Mama's boy but after his 16th birthday, he starts pulling away after an older friend teases him about how close he is to his mom.

3 - Rumblings (Alma) Lore   Alma feels Casita shaking in the middle of the night. But the candle is doing fine. Casita itself seems to tremble before it snaps back almost like it doesn’t want to worry her.

4 -The Band (Luisa, Camilo, and Mirabel Feat: Agustin and Felix)   Luisa, Mirabel, and Camilo try to start a band and get advice from their previous musician dads.

5 - Bake Off (Madrigal Triplets)   There’s a town bake off, and Julieta is banned from using her magic. She enlists her siblings' help.

6 - Matchmakers (Bruno Feat: Camilo and Mirabel)    Camilo and Mirabel try to set their Tio up on a date claiming that he’s lonely. Bruno isn’t much of a dating guy… Ever. (Aroace Bruno)

7 - Animal Guys (Antonio and Bruno)   Bruno tries to bond with the youngest of his sobrinos since he wasn’t around when Antonio was born. This, of course, is made easier by Brunos rats.

8 -  The Kitchen (Julieta Feat: Casita)   Julieta notices her Kitchen, Casita, is off. She drops something, or tosses it, expecting Casita to catch it instead it clatters to the ground. Casita is sluggish.

9 - Straightlaced (Isabela Feat: New Character)   Isabela is struggling with… feelings she’s having. Problem? The feelings are toward another young woman.

10 - Flashforward (Mirabel Feat: Whole Fam)   Mirabel officially becomes the candleholder, and the family remembers Alma. A glimpse into the future of the Encanto.

11 - Sisters (Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel)  The sisters are asked to help plan a town celebration together, but old habits bubble up fast: Isabela takes over, Luisa tries to do everything alone, and Mirabel mediates like always.

12 - Double Date (Julieta and Agustin + Pepa and Felix)    The two married couples in the house decide to take a night off and go on a double date. The kids spy on them.

13 - The Mudslide (Luisa and Dolores)   Luisa and Dolores end up having to work together to save someone from a rockslide carefully. 

14 - Mirror Mirror (Camilo Feat: Carlos)    Due to a magic mishap, a mirror version of Camilo comes out of the mirror and starts causing chaos. 

15 - Family Day (Casita Feat: Whole Fam) Lore   Casita traps the whole family inside for the day to spend the whole day with them. They all find it strange but enjoy a nice day with each other. Casita feels sad…

16 - Alternate (Whole Fam)  A glimpse into an alternate universe of Encanto where Pedro was the one that lived instead of Alma. [Single episode Plot]

17 - Proper Proposal (Mariano Feat: Felix and Pepa)   Mariano asks for Felix and Pepas' blessing to marry their daughter.

18 - Pedro Part 1 (Whole Fam Feat Casita)   With the house acting all strange, the family has to figure out what’s going on since it isn’t related to the magic candle. 

19 - Pedro Part 2 (Casita/Pedro)   Following the realization that the house is haunted by Pedro, the family has to save his spirit from fading away.

20 - Bells (Dolores and Mariano)   Dolores and Mariano get married.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Request - Could you do a headcanon of being Jenna Ortega older brother by 3 years, who is an actor and singer, and is dating Isabela Merced.

•You and Isabela met on the set of Madame Web. You play a villain and you had to do fight scenes with her.

•While filming Madame Web, you and Isabela would spend a lot of time together. During lunch breaks, she would be in your trailer.

•You and Isabela bond over music.

•Isabela was in shock when she found out that you are Jenna Ortega’s older brother. She binge-watched Wednesday and she saw the photos of you and Jenna on your phone then you told her.

•In Hollywood, everyone knows that you and Jenna are related and older by 3 years. But you never worked with your sister.

•You are very protective of Jenna.

•Jenna would call you late when she feels overwhelmed and you do your best to comfort her.

•You and Isabela started to date in secret. You didn't even tell your sister about Isabela.

•Isabela is very affectionate with you. She likes to cuddle, and have her arms around you and likes it when you play with her hair.

•You and Isabela are slowly opening up to each other.

•Your first kiss with Isabela happened when you and Isabela got a little tipsy.

•Your first date with Isabela was in Japan at a karaoke bar. You and Isabela had to travel to promote Madame Web.

•Jenna suspired you at your movie premiere of Madame Web. You and Jenna posed for the paparazzi.

•You would post pictures of you and Jenna on Instagram when it's her birthday.

•Jenna would call you or send you a funny text on your birthday.

•You have been working on your music and putting out new songs. Then Jenna and Isabela would post on their Instagram accounts showing support for your music.

•You and Isabela are starting to get serious.

•You, Jenna, and Isabela got cast in the same movie.

•Jenna is happy to act with you.

•You still haven't told your sister that you are in a relationship.

•Isabela can see that you are close with your sister.

•Jenna caught you in your trailer kissing Isabela.

•You told her that you are dating Isabela. Jenna did get mad because you didn't tell her.

•You told your sister that you have strong feelings for Isabela.

•Isabela and Jenna did hang out without you.

•You and Isabela start to work on music together.

•Jenna and Isabela are friends and they get along. Your sister supports the relationship and you are happy about that.

•People started to talk about you and Isabela online because paparazzi took a picture of you kissing your girlfriend.

•You and Isabela confirmed the relationship.

•Sometimes, you and Isabela would argue.

•Jenna would tease you about dating Isabela.

•Isabela knows how to comfort you when you feel overwhelmed.

•She kept some of your shirts and hoodies.

•Jenna accidentally told the family that you have a girlfriend. Now they started to ask your questions

•Isabela said it first, that she is in love with you.

[pinkslipxox]

Angelitos:

Summary: you come home to find Miko and your children asleep

Warnings: fluff, Mama Miko 🥹😭

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Usually your house was echoing with the laughter of your two twin children, Isabela and Antonio, which was why you couldn’t help but feel confused when you were greeted by silence as you stepped inside the house. They were usually the first to greet you after coming home from work. Your wife was no where to be found, either, and you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of worry and curiosity of where they might be.

After checking around the house, you made your way to the bedroom. You opened the door and melted at the sight in front of you. Laid on your bed was your wife and your children, fast asleep, their little heads resting on top of Miko’s chest as she had each of her arms draped over their little bodies. Ever so quietly, you made your way over to the bed and carefully placed kisses on your children’s forehead, and then on your wife’s.

“Y/N…” Miko murmured softly as she slowly opened her eyes. She smiled tiredly at you and you cooed at the sight.

“Hola, mi amor. Im sorry I woke you,” you whispered and she chuckled softly.

“No pasa nada, mami.” She looked at the two children asleep on her chest with the most tender look in her eyes. “They wouldn’t let me leave. I guess I fell asleep, too.”

“They look like angels,” you gushed, admiring them as your heart swelled with love and pride for the both of them.

“Por ahora si,” Miko teased and you chuckled, nodding your head in agreement. “Lay down with us, baby. Te vez cansada.”

You quickly changed out of your clothes and slipped on one of Miko’s hoodies. Carefully, you took Antonio from Miko and placed him on top of your chest. Then, you laid down besides your wife, who wrapped your arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Te amo mucho, María Victoria,” you whispered lovingly to your wife, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Yo te amo más, Y/N. Tú y nuestros angelitos,” Miko hummed and kissed the top of Isabela’s head.

You closed your eyes and soon sleep began to take over you. A few hours later, you woke up, finding yourself in the same position as earlier, with Antonio on your chest and Miko’s arm wrapped around you. Tears of joy swelled in your eyes as you couldn’t help but feel grateful and blessed to have a warm, loving family with the woman you loved.

[houpss]

Skz as romantic tropes hyung line ver.

thanks for the idea to my wonderful friends

maknae line¡!

gender neutral reader

Bang Chan.

"Friends to lovers"

Song:Older–Isabela Larosa

You and Chan have been friends for a long time, literally since childhood. You were always proud of him, simply because he does so much and takes on so many responsibilities since he was a child. You were always with Chan when needed. He considered you his ideal younger friend!

When he flew out to train at JYP ENTERTAINMENT, you wanted to fly with him, but there was no way. He promised to write to you! You missed him so much it was beyond words. You corresponded a lot, called each other and you were proud of Chan for his success in producing, singing, dancing and rapping. You're so proud of this guy. You guided Chan down the right path, even when he didn't see the point in it, and you were in Australia and he was in Seoul. You wanted to surprise him and fly to Seoul when Stray kids debuted as a group. Chan shared all the moments with you and you personally knew all the members because Chan showed you to them in your video calls. The times of debut were difficult, Stray Kids were not understood or accepted, but you believed that a great future awaited them.

I think you and chan will start a relationship at the beginning of his debut. Your relationship will begin very carefully and tenderly, perhaps both of you will be afraid of your feelings. This relationship will be strong and sincere, you have known each other all your life! you understand him perfectly, just as he understands you. Your connection is much stronger than it really is.

You will stay in Seoul with Chan, both of you will work on your relationship and rebuild it in a romantic way. Will you become his muse forever? you are his aphrodite.

(The members love you no less than Chan)

Lee Minho.

"Enemies to lovers"

Song:Sex for homework–MSI

You are in high school, and in your class there is a very smart and confident guy named Lee Minho. It's a strange name.

This guy with the weird name is always picking on you, whether it's because you have the wrong clothes or because you're too loud. Last time he slapped you because you dyed your hair too brightly, as if it was a distraction from your studies. You and Minho always had arguments and conflicts, but you didn't deny that he was handsome and sexy. You used to hit on him, to which the guy would just snort and call you names. You had a desire to get him, even though he pissed you off beyond belief. You deliberately followed him around and he asked you to get off. By the way, Minho also felt sympathy for you, a very strong sympathy, but he hid it under a mask of aggression and dislike.

One day, you followed him to the bathroom, he was very annoyed about it, but you didn't care so much. You trapped him in the restroom against the wall, your hands on his waist and your tongue slowly traced a path from his earlobe to the collar of his shirt. You left a hickey on his neck and successfully disappeared and stayed out of his sight for days.

Minho appreciated what was in the restroom, he liked it..Maybe thisAfter this incident you are ashamed of him, God, how shameful! he will take advantage of this and tease you, now he is flirting with you, not you with him. He will be so open with you, he is even romantic. hatred would turn into ardent love?

Your relationship is so chaotic and hot! Minho literally teases you so much and gives you love and hate at the same time.

"Let's go kiss in the toilet, and then we'll paint the walls in the classroom? - "Let's go, my love"

Seo Changbin

"School Love"

Song: Talking To the moon–Bruno Mars

At first, you didn't notice Changbin as much as he noticed you. This continued until high school. As is usually the case:After summer vacation, you returned to school and discovered how handsome Changbin had become, literally everyone noticed. He was getting a lot of attention. This is your last year at school, are you ready to let him go when you first felt the attraction?He was so sweet and talkative and had a protective and understanding vibe about him. You fell in love more and more

Changbin never noticed you, you spoke literally a few times throughout your years of high school. You wanted to get Changbin's attention like so many other girls. No! Changbin is not an arrogant and "cool" guy, he won everyone over with his kindness and simple-mindedness, and he has many friends.You were friends with his friends and wanted to be closer to Changbin.

You tried to talk to him many times, but it never worked. He was unavailable to you, your pipe dream. As the year approached, would you continue to look at him and keep silent about your feelings?

Hwang Hyunjin.

"Second chance"

Song: touch–cigarettes after sex

You and Hyunjin dated during your high school days, Hyunjin was always popular with guys and girls. Your relationship was always the center of attention, something like that would never hide, Hyunjin was so cool and sexy. That's a mistake.

It was stupid to trust a guy like that, but doesn't love forgive everything? Almost at the end of the school year you caught Hyunjin with some girl, they were making out or so it seemed to you.

Hyunjin tried to explain everything to you, he wanted to prove that it wasn't true, he loved you! But you didn't want to listen, you were upset by his actions.

You left Korea and Hyunjin stayed behind, he became a traini.

A few years later, about five years later, you will hear about him as the most popular member of the Stray Kids, as a talented dancer, rapper, singer and VERSACE Ambassador. Your heart stabbed with pain and old memories that were stored under a crust of dust and unforgotten pain resurfaced in your mind. You could never admit to yourself that your affection and love for Hyunjin never went anywhere, but only grew stronger with the separation, it's like he's your addiction. One day you fly to Seoul as a model for fashion week and you meet Hyunjin's eyes. Oh my god, he missed you. He hasn't forgotten you over the years, he's never forgotten you. You're firmly planted in his memory, he even dreamt about you.

It would be silly if you didn't talk and find out about everything. Starting a new relationship and trust is difficult, but in time everything will come back. Hyunjin is more masculine and serious, he'll get his own back. You're his.

[jacarandaaaas]

isabelas birthday so here’s some headcanons!!💘🌵

- secretely was a plant nerd and would read about them whenever she was free and that’s how she knew so much about all the plants in “what else can I do”

- is best friends with mariano they tease eachother but it’s light hearted! She also branches out her friendgroup by talking to people she usually wouldnt

- always trying new hairstyles, cuts, color she cant have the same look for too long or she gets bored! This also applies for her outfits she always has to switch it up in some way!

- really loves bugs (especially the praying mantis) and she loves talking to antonio about bugs

- likes to be dramatic on purpose! She just has to be extra for no reason!

- the smartest academically but makes it look effortless (she worked incredibly hard to get perfect grades)

- cant talk to girls horrendous at flirting a girlfailure if you will

- post movie she loves ranting about whatever plants she’s learning about to whoever is around to listen!

- was a little insecure about how people would perceive her true self and sometimes would revert back to perfect isa out of habit (sometimes she would snap at people)

- can’t really cook that well even if she tries her best 😭

- post movie she tries all the food she used to avoid before due to the crumbs getting on her dress <3

- wants to explore outside the encanto

- loves kids and often spends her time talking to them either about customizing their looks or plant facts! the kids love her back and think she’s the coolest ever!

- is a bit uncomfortable around teenagers

- opens up a greenhouse in the encanto

- still teases mirabel but lighthearted!

- would never swear pre movie and post movie learning to uncensor herself

- has little potatoes from the concept art and talks to her plants like theyre her children. Would have names for them and everything!!

- tried to bond with the others by trying out their hobbies (would get frustrated she isn’t perfect)

- loves giving people in town makeovers !!

🦋mirabel headcanons dolores headcanons🎀