Passacaglia

I hurt my own feelings thinking about this, so I’m going to take ya’ll with me. Luisa was probably four, just turning five, when Camilo and Mirabel were born. As toddlers are want to do, she loved holding them in her lap with guidance from her Tia and parents.

Then she gets her gift. Suddenly Tia Pepa’s anxiety won’t allow for Luisa to hold her little cousin anymore. She accidentally hugs her dad too tight. Soon she is too afraid to touch people, because what if she hurts them? We see in the movie that she doesn’t really touch people, except Mirabel. Mirabel is the only person we see her hug.

Julieta couldn’t fault her sister for trying to protect her child. She could be a guiding hand gently molding Luisa’s little fingers so that she could hold her little sister. Luisa probably remembers none of this, but she does know she’s afraid to hurt people, so she just doesn’t touch them.

Don’t Do That Again

“Darling!” You called walking down the path to where Luisa was gather the burros, again.

“Over here!” She called back, picking up another one from where it had been grazing. You rounded the corner and sat down on a nearby rock.

“I had a hypothetical I wanted to run by you.”

“Alright.” She said turning around to face you.

“You know that thing you do where you kick the burro and if flips onto the top of the stack?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could do it with someone on its back?” Luisa looked at you like you were crazy.

“Of course I could why would you- Ah ha, no. No, we are not going to take that kind of risk. Nope nope, not gonna happen.”

“Oh come on!” You teased. “I trust you.”

“What if the landing goes wrong and you get squished? Or you fall off and I can’t catch you?” Luisa argued, already looking super stressed. Well, this wasn’t going to plan.

“Alright, I’m sorry, forget I asked.” You said. “Can I walk with you?” Luisa took a breath.

“Yeah of course.”

The walk was mostly silent, with Luisa looking super tense the entire time as she put the burros away. She went to putting the fence back together without a word.

“I really didn’t mean to upset you.” No answer. “Do you need me to leave?”

“No!” Luisa dropped a plank on her foot, earning a sharp gasp from you.

“Are you alright?” She kicked it into her hand and gave you an amused smile. “Oh right, I forgot.”

“You’re the only person who forgets.” She laughed.

“Yeah. Sorry.” She put the plank back in place and walked over pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s cute.” Luisa moved you so you were standing on her foot. “Let go.” She whispered. You raised an eyebrow and did as you were told.

You only managed to scream once you were air-born and coming back to earth. You landed hard in Luisa’s arms. She looked super confused at your very unsettled expression.

“I thought you wanted me to-“

“No!” You panted “that was supposed to be an amusing hypothetical because you seemed stressed! I don’t like heights!”

“I am so sorry.” Luisa said, trying not to laugh. “When you said that you trusted me, I thought.”

“I do, I also didn’t realize I was volunteering to be tossed like a Burro!”

“You’re a cute burro.” You groaned and dropped your head to her chest dramatically. “I love you.”

“I love you too, please don’t do that again.”

This is too cute I’m crying 😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Heya I dunno if you've done this before but could you please write a little something about surprising Grayson with a puppy 🥺

here’s what i was listening to while writing

Puppy Love

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Fanfic ♡

“What’s that?”

Grayson does so much for you. If she ever felt you were under a bunch of stress she’d wake you with a bouquet of flowers on your nightstands with one of your favorite desserts for breakfast with a little love note. It was just her way of showing she loved you. It was so much so who were you to not give her a gift in return.

Grayson was spending a bit of extra time in the office when you had set everything up. You were gonna give her a nice meal before you actually gifted her. Like a calm before the storm type deal because how would Grayson react to a puppy? What if she didn’t like it? It was best to serve her a good meal just so she won’t be too upset.

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You had just put away the ‘surprise’ when Grayson walked through the door.

“Y/n, I’m home” She called out

You hurry to greet her so nothing seems suspicious.

“Welcome home” With a kiss you lead her by the hand to the kitchen table where you serve her one of her favorite meals. She looks a bit confused and wonders why you're being so nice all of a sudden. Then she ask

“Y/n…what did you do?”

You gasp, getting defensive

“What? Can’t I just do something nice for you?”

“There has to be something. What is it Y/n?” Grayson continued, forgetting the food and giving you her whole attention.

When you didn’t give her an answer she pats her thighs motioning for you to sit on her lap, which you did.

“Tell me what it is sweetheart” She spoke so softly.

“I swear it’s nothin-“

Arf!! Arf!!

You stop.

Grayson looks around trying to figure out what happened.

“What was that?” She asked. After a quick pause, within seconds you’re running off to make sure said surprise was okay. They were making too much noise and you didn’t want Grayson snooping. Too bad it’s Grayson.

“Y/n???” Graysons following far behind you just being a good girlfriend and making sure your not hurt or anything.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!!” You shout from behind the door.

“Y/n what’s wron-“

“JUST DO IT” And with a loud groan Graysons closing her eyes.

You carefully pick up the puppy, trying not to make him bark and open the door. How should you do it? Put him in her face and tell her open? No that’ll be weird. What about letting him run around her?? What if she steps on him?

“Y/n I’m getting tired” She said bluntly.

You decided to go with the first option and just do it. Holding him in front in front of her.

“Okay…open”

Grayson did and was met with a drooling baby french bulldog with a bright blue ribbon tied around his neck. Her eyes widen in shock and she went speechless. You took this as an opportunity and explained yourself

“Ain’t he a saint??? I haven’t given him a name yet just in case you didn’t want him”

You thought you saw tears in her eyes.

Grayson takes him from your arms and starts petting him gently, talking to him in a baby voice.

“Hey little guy. Where did you come from??” It’s like she turned into complete putty. She’s scratching his neck and giving him kisses while he’s licking all over her face.

“You’re such a cutie, yes you are!!!” She continued.

You were happy she liked it but you started overthinking about whether she liked it too much. As you were about to question her she’s grabbing your face with her free hand and brining you in for a kiss. You melted in the kiss. It was like one big family, if you could you would’ve taken a picture. You both pull away and retched.

“Ewwww, you kissed me after that dog was all over you” You try wiping away the kiss. Grayson laughs

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For the rest of the night, dinner long forgotten, You, Grayson and now named Bear, sat cuddled on the couch while Grayson cooed about how adorable he was. You were happy she liked it. Now you just needed to make sure she didn’t love him more than you.

note: St. Bernard’s are so cute.

thots: goth mikasa

♡ note: repost from my old blog. gonna eat my entire fist

♡ word count: 980

♡ warnings: college!au, gn!reader, dom reader, sub mikasa, pet play, collaring, kitten/kitty as pet name, dacryphilia, mikasa does reader’s makeup at one point, hair-pulling

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Mirabel and Julieta help y/n design and sew her wedding dress while Isabela helps dye it with her flowers💕

This is adorable!

“Amor, that doesn’t seem fair.” Luisa protested, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.

“When was the last time you had a day that was just about you?”

“It’s about us!”

“Darling, when was the last time anyone gave a single damn about the groom?” You crossed the room, squeezing her arms gently. “I want this to be a wonderful day for you. I want you to wear an extravagant gown and walk down that aisle feeling like a princess.”

“What about you?” She argued.

“What about you?” You countered.

“Walk with me.”

“What about your papa?” She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn’t come up with anything compelling. Finally she came up with an idea. “He could escort us both.”

“You’re the one the people in this valley care about.”

“That’s not true!” You arched an eyebrow. “They just don’t know your name. That’s all.” She offered weakly.

“I exist to the auxiliary to you as far as they are concerned.” She took both of your hands in hers looking you square in the eye.

“Is this really what you want?”

“Yes.” She didn’t look happy, until a clever look came over her face. She kissed both of your hands and refused to say another word about it as you got ready for bed. The next evening you found out why.

“I’ll need to take your measurements.” Mirabel said over dinner.

“I thought you already had Luisa’s measurements.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Not Luisa’s yours.”

“Why do you need mine? Luisa’s the one who’s going to wear the gown.” You pointed out. “The person not in the gown usually is in their Sunday best.”

“There’s no reason for you not to have a new dress for the wedding.” Luisa argued.

“I thought we had this figured out last night.” You said, rubbing your face with a hand.

“We did. There are just a few stipulation so I don’t worry that you feel neglected.” She said, “you don’t have to wear white, but I want you to wear something you feel radiant in.”

“You worry too much, amor.”

“Please, just humor me.” You shrugged, not continuing the argument. The next day, Julietta and Mirabel gathered your measurements and fabric to make a dress for you.

“I would say that black goes well with white, but that would definitely send the wrong message.” You said trying to figure out a way to alter the fabric.

“What about blue or purple?” Isabela suggested, offering two deeply colored flowers to you.

“I don’t know, that seems a bit ostentatious. The last thing I want is to take attention from Luisa.” You disagreed. Isa rolled her eyes.

“You do remember you’re marrying her, right? It’s your day too.”

“And how much attention was payed to Mariano during his wedding to Dolores?” You argued.

“What about orange?” Julietta said.

“I don’t think that’s better.” You were fixed with irritated looks from all the present Madrigal women. “I would think you would be all on board for me wearing something simple and understated. She deserves this day being something out of a fairytale.”

“She said the same thing about you.” Mirabel said, taking a pink flower and holding it against your skin before doing the same with the orange.

“Definitely the orange.” Isabela said gathering it from Mirabel and walking out of the room. You sighed, before looking at the designs Mirabel had drawn up.

“I like the long sleeves, but maybe we could raise the neckline quite a bit.” You suggested.

“I’m not making you a nun’s habit.” Mirabel deadpanned.

“That would require it being looser too.” You got a smack on the arm with the notebook she was using. An hour or two later Isa came back, dragging orange fabric with her. You had hashed out the details of the dress, and had all the pieces cut out in an evening.

“Amor! Wake up!” You jolted awake, the horrible dream fading from your mind. Luisa was holding you, rubbing your back to try to soothe you. You made some weak protests about being fine and got up, slipping into the newly purposed sewing room. The fabric was still there, on the floor. You shuddered slightly. In the dream, you had been standing at the alter Luisa walked in, but no one stood or looked at her because of the eyesore of a dress. You knelt and sobbed.

“Angel?” Luisa whispered. You looked up at her beautiful face. She pulled you into her lap, petting your hair. “Is this your dress?” She asked, picking up one of the strips of fabric. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s too much! It’s too loud, too orange. I was too busy disagreeing with, I don’t know who and didn’t tell Isa to keep it light.” She held you tighter, moving to place the strip against your skin.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The next day you were able to get the pieces sewn together. There has been some disagreement about added embellishments, but you were far less resistant than you were the day before. Julietta helped you put it on, and you gasped slightly.

“It’s perfect.”

i know heaven's a thing, i go there when you touch me (sevika, 18+)

Summary: sevika lets you touch her all over. heavy fluff, light smut, 18+ readers only please!

Word Count: 705

Pairing: sevika x gn reader

Tags: fluff, smut, touching, caressing, kissing, fluff, smut

It was a particularly relaxing summer evening that day. Sevika decided to crack open Silco’s window so the occasional warm breeze could waft through. Sometimes, if you were extra quiet, you could hear the firelights chirping in the distance.

You and Sevika were cuddled up together on Silco’s plush, velvety couch. You rested your head in her lap, your hand intertwining with hers. You were both a little bit tipsy. Sevika had a long day at work, and you dropped by to visit her. Silco had a spare bottle of whiskey that he forgot to stow away and now here you two were.

You were giggling uncontrollably, reaching up to play with Sevika’s hair. She would prevent you from doing this by grabbing your wrist, and then kissing all over your face.

“Hey, you..” you muttered drunkenly, gently stroking the side of her face.

“What is it?” she asked, returning the favor by rubbing teasing circles all over your neck.

“I wanna touch you..” you murmured softly, slurring your words every now and then.

“You already are, stupid,” she replied, gazing down upon you lovingly.

“I mean all over,” you emphasized, slowly sitting up, sliding into her lap. “Like.. everywhere.”

Sevika raised her eyebrow, a bit suspicious about what you were up to exactly.

But she would bite.

“Be my guest, then,” she said, laying back into the sofa, giving you free reign over her body.

You straddled her thighs with your own legs so you positioned yourself over her.

Carefully, you placed your hand on top of her muscled arm, running your fingertips all the way up and down her dark brown skin.

You rested it over her bulging bicep, gently squeezing it even though it was rock hard.

She smirked, thinking to herself about how adorable you looked as you explored her.

You surprised her when you lifted up her arm, giving her soft kisses all over her forearm and bicep.

“Baby.. what are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you..” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to know how much I love.. How strong you are. Both inside and out.”

Sevika didn’t hesitate to reach up and cup your face, slipping her tongue between your lips. You reciprocated immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and arching your body into hers.

You eventually paused the kissing to run your hand over the top of her mechanical shoulder. Your fingers danced over the rough, metallic surface. Her cloudy eyes never left you as you did this.

“I love this part of you too..” you said, smiling to yourself. “Even though you weren’t born with it.. It’s part of who you are now.”

She watched as you reached the side of her face with lines of purple veins. Remnants of the effects of Shimmer. You kissed over that part of her skin too.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, running your fingers through her smooth, brunette hair. “When you.. take in the Shimmer.”

“No,” she replied. “Sometimes it feels like.. Like I can do anything. Like nothing can stop me.”

You continued down her prosthetic arm, until you rested on top of her mechanical hand.

“Can you feel it when I touch this part?” you asked, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

“Only a little,” Sevika answered. “It’s very faint but..”

She reached up to tilt your chin up with her metallic finger, then proceeded to cup the side of your face.

“I can feel some things better than others..” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss you once more.

You gasped in surprise when she scooped you up from under your thighs, pushing you up against the wall as she made out with you even harder than she was before.

“S-Sevika!” you stammered, blushing as her lips trailed over your cheek and jaw to start nibbling all over the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Two can play this game, Y/N..” Sevika smirked, as she continued to leave hickeys all over your skin.

You chuckled a bit at her playful jab, simply allowing yourself to relish in the moment at this point.

One sweet, perfect moment of pure physicality and absolutely nothing else.

Madrigals with a Doctor Strange!Reader

summary ; what would happen if the Madrigals were to suddenly meet a young woman who was akin to them, yet so different, so peculiar… She was unpredictable yet reliable, who exactly is she?

In where the family of Madrigals met a sorceress who had recently moved in, what could perhaps be their reactions to your enchanting abilities?

Note ; nyeht, nada! Alright so I was brainrotting and SUDDENLY this amazing idea for the Doctor Strange!Reader just came up and I FELL IN LOVE. So guaranteed for a one shot (possibly series if I have the motivation lol) on this Doctor Strange!Reader. The Scarlet Witch!Reader will be postponed cuz I just gotta write the idea down, quick!

Also Carlos will be added here, aight enjoy! This is different from the one shot I will be making, because this post will contain headcanons on [name] who studies Mystic Arts and moves into Encanto while the one shot contains on [name] bumping into the Madrigals outside of Encanto. And yes, Carlos will be there :>

Doctor Strange!Reader x Madrigals (work under the cut!)(Not beta read)

No specific pronouns

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End of a Day // Luisa Madrigal x Reader.

A/N: okay, so I LOVE Luisa and I need to write some of those adorable prompts for her…enjoy, dear readers!

Prompt: cuddling with Luisa and taking a bath with Luisa (fluff version).

Pairing: Luisa Madrigal x Reader (female pronouns used).

Luisa sighed softly, her muscular body leaning against the closed door.

What a damn day…it had been one of those days and every part of her felt it still, a dull ache throbbing throughout her entire body. Every muscle ached and burned, her feet felt so sore. Even her mind felt it, a headache thrumming in her head and refusing to let her be. All day, she had been wanting everything to be over…but more then that, she had been wanting you.

Her Y/N.

Just the thought of your name, so sweet on her tongue and soothing to her soul, had Luisa smiling softly.

All day she had thought of you and her arms had longed to drop her heavy burdens and take you up instead. And now with the work finally over (at least for now), she could finally do just that…but where were you?

Looking around her bedroom, Luisa did not see you as she normally did.

Her home had changed since you had come along, Casita shifting to make a place for you in her life. It was now like a little apartment, pieces of you scattered all over. The yellow kitchen (with your recipe book still open on the counter, always warm and smelling of good things), the living room (your books alongside her and your sewing box on the table), and even the bedroom (your sweater hanging on the chair) was empty…which only left one place to check.

“Amore?”

Moving slowly across the bedroom, Luisa opened the door to the bathroom..and there you were.

Steam filled the little room and you sat on the edge of the tub, swirling in bath oils as a little song played on the radio. Clad in only a silken robe of brightest blue, little golden butterflies scattered all over it, you looked so lovely in the light of the setting sun.

Gold melted over you as you looked up, smiling at her.

“Luisa!” You said so sweetly (no one said her name like you did, oh, you made it sound like magic). “How was your day?”

“It was…a day.”

“I had a feeling,” you replied. “so I started a bath. Care to join me?”

Nodding silently, Luisa smiled as you helped her undress. She could have done it herself but she liked so much when you did it, the feeling of your fingers making her heart soar. Leaving the blouse and skirt pooled on the floor, you kissed her aching shoulders softly, undoing her hair from the ribbon and letting her thick curls fall free. Sinking into the warm water, Luisa sighed in delight. Already she was relaxing. Perched on the edge, you washed her hair gently and just let her vent about everything.

You were always willing to listen.

And she loved that, knowing that at the end of everything, you would always be there to pick her up when she fell apart.

“…and I’m just happy it’s over, you know?”

“I do, baby.”

Pouring the small jug of water over her, Luisa sighed as the hot water poured down her scalp and shoulders.

A shudder of pleasure shot down her spin, pretty lips twitching into a lazy smile. Opening her eyes just so, Luisa could see you through her lashes as you rinsed her hair and hummed along to the radio. Oh, you were so pretty! So perfect!

Noticing her secret gaze, you kissed the top of her head and whispered a question.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Well…there is something you can do, amore…”

Her rough hands gently tugged on the strings of your robe, letting it fall away as you giggled a little bit.  Lips peppered all over your breasts and belly, each soft kiss making you sight so happily, until she couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, Luisa pulled you into the tub and sat you between her legs, resting you against her breasts. Water rippled and rose, nearly pouring over the edge, as you settled into her.

The sound of her heartbeat, steady and strong, thumped in her chest and you smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luisa whispered. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Taking your hand in hers, Luisa kissed your fingers sweetly, still marveling at the fact that you were hers…all hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a long while.

Bathing one another with the rose-scented soap and old washcloths, you just enjoyed the warmth of the bath and, even better, the warmth of one another. It was such a simple moment but it was everything to Luisa. Everything she could ever want or need…In time, she rose up from the bath and carried you out with her. Drying one another with the fluffy towels, you walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Luisa wore her simple nightgown, a white cotton dress that ended below her knees, and you wore one of her shirts. It looked so big on you and she loved that.

The bed, as big as it happened to be, was still a little small for the both of you but neither one minded very much.

Leaning against the big pillows, you held your book in one hand and left the other to rest in Luisa’s still damp curls. Her head rested on your heart, eyes closed. Long lashes curled against her cheeks and you smiled, thinking her so pretty.

Wrapped in a swath of handmade quilts, colorful and warm, the two of you cuddled close.

“Will you read to me?”

“Always,” you replied.

It was a little thing but she liked it…she asked for it often. Whatever you were reading, you would read aloud and she would fall asleep slowly.

“The man’s voice spoke again: ‘Are you very tired?’ ‘Oh, tonight, I gave you my soul and I am dead!’ ‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child,’ replied the man’s grave voice ‘and I thank you! No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.’ Raoul heard nothing after that…”

And she slept.

Mumbling something you could not understand, Luisa held you in a sleepy embrace and you smiled at the sight of her. She was yours…all yours.

Turning your eyes to the page, you returned to your story and read a bit more.

Soon, though, you would join her in your dreams. Even as you slept, you belonged to her, dreaming only of your true lover. In dreams, she did not have to work so hard and the days were not so long. There was only and her and love.

A happy ending to a long day.

Just braiding Luisa’s hair sleepily 😌😌💕

I normally wouldn’t do a duplicate, but I need this, so let’s go.

Luisa flopped down on the bed, head and shoulders coming to rest in your lap as you read.

“Mi Vida?” You asked, peering over the top of your book. Her hair was a mess with twigs poking out, some of which were sticking in your leg.

“Amor.” She replied, eyes closed, a single eyelid twitching.

“I take it your mamá and Tia are still going at it?” You asked, petting her forehead, putting your book to the side. Luisa groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind, but the gathering donkeys in a hurricane is getting taxing as hell. Not to mention I’m the only person who can be out in the wind. And all of the town elders need help with gathering water, and getting supplies, and..ugh!”

“You brought a little bit of the storm home.” You said gently pulling on a twig. She sighed and went to sit up, only to feel your hands applying pressure to her shoulders. You placed a couple gentle kisses on her neck. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered in her ear. She looked over at your face and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She said softly. You pulled loose her hair ribbon, gently, and began the painstaking process of unraveling the twigs from her curls.

“So what started this little spat? I haven’t heard the particulars.” You admitted, unwrapping a lock of hair from two of the twigs.

“It’s so stupid!” She gestured aggressively at the ceiling. “It’s all over that damn wedding cake.”

“The one for Dolores?” You asked, successfully pulling loose a twig. You kissed her hairline and set to work on the second.

“Yes! Mamá said that she should probably do it since she’s had the most practice cooking, but Tia Pepa said that she aught to because she’s the mother of the bride.” You moved your hands as Luisa moved her head, carefully not to pull.

“Sooo, working together didn’t come up as an option?” You laid another twig to the side.

“By the time Tio Bruno suggested it, they were already mad at each other. No, Tia though mamá meant that she couldn’t cook, and mamá thought she was saying that she wasn’t good enough to make Dolores’s cake.” The last twig came free.

“What does Dolores think?” Heavy sigh from Luisa.

“She’s just hopping that it will all blow over.”

“Meanwhile, you get to clean up the mess.” You supplied, massaging her scalp gently.

“It’s not that bad, Mi Vida.” She argued, you picked up her arm, gesturing at a bruise just above her wrist.

“You don’t bruise easy angel.” Your tone was level, but there was a glint in your eyes. She looked into your eyes, pulling her arm from your hand and running her fingers over your cheekbones.

“They’re starting to calm down, probably tomorrow it’ll barely be a drizzle.” She soothed. You didn’t respond to that directly, put you did grab the hair brush from the bedside table and start smoothing it over her hair.

“It had better be.” You finally said. “I don’t want to pick a fight with them, but I will if they don’t get their acts together.” Luisa smiled.

“I love it when you’re feisty.” Her hand went to the back of your neck, guiding you down into a kiss.

“And I adore you.” You straighten slightly, finishing the brushing, and parting her hair down the middle. Starting on the right, you began to braid from the edger of her hairline to the tips of her hair, humming as you went. You tied it off with a smaller ribbon and let it sit for a moment. “Too tight?”

“No, feels good.” She murmured, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

“Good.” You said simply before staring on the other side. As you tied that braid off, you whispered her name. There was no response, and you smiled, gently lifting her off of you so you could stretch out next to her. She rolled in her sleep, sensing you next to her, putting an arm around your back, snuggling you close.

“Oh I am so picking a fight tomorrow.” You murmured decisively as you dozed off.

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