I Want To Be Someone’s Comfort Person. Their Go To. Their Favorite. I Want To Be Someone’s Number

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o

don’t think about the way you squeaked like a mouse when Luisa startled you after picking up the bridge while you were on it. don’t think about how she sheepishly apologized afterwards, holding a hand out to you, an unfamiliar person in the Encanto. don’t think about the way you’re is always carrying a journal around with you and jotting things down. don’t think about how you get so excited talking about herbs and their uses and Luisa notices the way your eyes light up for the first time.

don’t think about how you use alchemy to help Luisa whenever she’s doing chores. don’t think about how your family ships you both hardcore. don’t think about the fact that Luisa spotted a sketch of her in your journal and your only excuse for it was a nervously, babbled “you’re just so pretty” as you bury your face into your hands. don’t think about the cute apron that you wear when working, stained here and there and loaded with vials and herbs.

don’t think about the way you wake up to another day in each other’s arms, Luisa kissing her your hand and you peppering kisses across her face. don’t think about the way you nervously fumble with your hands when Luisa takes you meet her family. don’t think about the different reactions all the Madrigals have—from Julietta and Augustin pulling you into a hug to Camilo and Mirabel teasing Luisa relentlessly to Alma studying you curiously yet offering you a warm smile. don’t think about the way Antonio’s face lights up when you kneel down to give him a present that your sister invented. don’t think about how Luisa smiles at you when you laugh and joke around with her family, settling in relatively well.

don’t think about the late night conversations about your future together—dreams stretching well beyond marriage and kids—imagining mornings and late nights;the moments you’d share with her crazy family, especially after they meet yours; the work you’d dedicate to the town not just as member of the madrigal family but as a scientist; dancing together during madrigal celebrations;

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o—but especially don’t think about she gushes over you and brags to others about how amazing you are. don’t think about the way you braid her hair. don’t think about the way she gathers you in her arms. don’t think about the fact that you never would’ve realized on day one just how she tethered you to the Encanto.

don’t think about it👀👀👀

Whoever made this deserves a kiss, making my two favorite pieces of media combine into one

Knock knock , who’s there? f*** off.

he's just ricky trailer park boys if you think about it

I saw a post talking about Luisa wearing the strawberry dress and I just had to do it 🍓

Surprise

“Hey Isa, mamá said to-what are you doing?” Luisa stared at her older sister as she spun to hide what ever it was she was dyeing behind her back.

“Nothing!” Isabela said , dropping the item back in the vat. “What did mamá want?” She asked.

“She said to come in for lunch. What are you dyeing?” She asked, tilting her head at the pink up to Isa’s elbows.

“Aaaaa Dress!” Luisa raised an eyebrow.

“Huh, who knew lying would be the thing you’re bad at.” She said turning to head back into Casita.

************* later that night**************

“Mira, Abuela…. Why are you weird?” There was a blur of pink over Mirabel’s head, and a piece of white fluff clung to the curls at the top of her head.

“I’m not weird!” Mirabel protested. Luisa pointed at the top of her own head. Mira gave her a confused look before catching her reflection in the mirror. She snatched up the fluff, putting it behind her.

“What are you hiding?” Luisa asked, taking a step into the nursery.

“It’s a surprise!”

“For who?”

“That’s a surprise too.”

“And you say you’re not weird.” Luisa said, giving her sister the side eye. She turned to leave, “Abuela said that dinner is almost ready.”

“I’ll be right down.”

****************later that night************

Luisa sat up groggily at the banging on her door.

“Whoisit?” She mumbled

“Us!” Mirabel’s voice came from just outside the door.

“Well, ‘us’ what do you want?”

“Can we come in?” Isa asked.

“Yeah sure.”

“Okay, close your eyes.” Mirabel said.

“I was doing that before you knocked.” Luisa grumbled, but shut her eyes as she was told. She could hear her sisters cross the floor and settle on her bed, then a new weight was placed on her lap.

“Open ‘em!” Isa said. There was a moment of silence.

“Do you like it?” Mirabel asked.

Luisa’s eyes went wide as she gingerly picked up a large, very pink, very soft, covered in embroidery butterflies, toy unicorn. As she brought it close to her face, she could smell vanilla and cinnamon, and a little bit of orchid. It’s purple button eyes sparkled in the dim light. Suddenly she squeezed it tight, a look of pure joy on her face.

“I LOVE IT!!” She grabbed both of her sisters in a tight hug. “THANK YOU!!” Mirabel and Isabela both wheezed slightly.

“Told you we didn’t need to make it blue.” Isa said.

“Thanks for that, señora princessa perfecta.” Mira retorted, hugging Luisa tighter.

Protector

You had realized over the course of your relationship with Luisa that she had a terrible time saying no. ‘Luisa move the church’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa re route the river’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa I want my house more to the left.’ ‘Okay.’

“Why not tell them it’s a stupid task?” You had asked one afternoon as she took a brief break to eat the lunch you’d brought her.

“They mean well, and it’s not really hurting anything.” She argued.

“It’s misusing your gift for trivial nonsense!” She kissed your cheek.

“I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me, but it’s okay, really.” You huffed but made a promise to yourself that you would accompany her as much as possible for the next little while. The next day you walked with her as the priest approached.

“Luisa, I was thinking, could you move the church just a little more to the right, the morning light isn’t…” he faltered under the force of your glare. “Isn’t hitting the door any… on second thought. It’s fine.” He backed away slowly, putting his hands up.

“Amor. Did you just non verbally threaten the priest?” Luisa asked, doing a very poor job of hiding the amusement in her voice.

“Is it a threat if no words are said?” You asked lightly.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

As the days went by, you heard rumblings that you had been given the moniker of ‘guard dog’. Luisa had been a little unhappy about it until you started barking at random times to make her laugh.

“Could you hand me that vase?” She held out a hand for it.

“Woof!” You agreed, giving her the vase. She rolled her eyes trying not to laugh.

Your system encountered a serious test about a month in. One of the villagers had been getting increasingly annoyed that Luisa wouldn’t carry his house to the top of a hill opposite Casita. Typically, you had been able to stare him down, and even Luisa had outright told him that it was excessive, but neither were working today.

“Why not? What are you, useless?” He demanded.

“How dare you speak to her like thaaaa!” You lunged at him, but Luisa grabbed your waist and pinned you against her hip, your feet off the ground.

“You should put a leash on that perro callejero!” He snapped.

“Oh no. My grip. It’s slipping.” Luisa said. She put you on your feet gently. You didn’t need any more prompting. You pounced on him, wrestling him to the ground. You might have been smaller, but you were a hell of a lot meaner.

***************ten minutes later***********

You walked with Luisa, the villager thrown over her shoulder, to the square where her mother set up her station. She was there by herself and looked rather alarmed when you got close. The villager, who’s face as a bit of a mess, was flopped into a chair.

“What happened?” She asked, examining your face.

“He called Luisa useless.” You said. She looked over at her daughter in surprise.

“He said y/n was a street dog.” She added in her defense. Julieta handed you and arepa con queso before going to examine the villager.

“I don’t think he’ll make either of those mistakes again. You two go find somewhere else to be, I’m going to find your Tia and Abuela and we’re going to have a little chat with him when he wakes up.” You swallowed your bite quickly.

“Yes ma’am!” You agreed. Luisa grabbed your hand and you hurried off in the opposite direction. “He bled on your dress.” You commented.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Luisa sighed.

“Woof!” You said.

Protector

You had realized over the course of your relationship with Luisa that she had a terrible time saying no. ‘Luisa move the church’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa re route the river’ ‘okay’. ‘Luisa I want my house more to the left.’ ‘Okay.’

“Why not tell them it’s a stupid task?” You had asked one afternoon as she took a brief break to eat the lunch you’d brought her.

“They mean well, and it’s not really hurting anything.” She argued.

“It’s misusing your gift for trivial nonsense!” She kissed your cheek.

“I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me, but it’s okay, really.” You huffed but made a promise to yourself that you would accompany her as much as possible for the next little while. The next day you walked with her as the priest approached.

“Luisa, I was thinking, could you move the church just a little more to the right, the morning light isn’t…” he faltered under the force of your glare. “Isn’t hitting the door any… on second thought. It’s fine.” He backed away slowly, putting his hands up.

“Amor. Did you just non verbally threaten the priest?” Luisa asked, doing a very poor job of hiding the amusement in her voice.

“Is it a threat if no words are said?” You asked lightly.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

As the days went by, you heard rumblings that you had been given the moniker of ‘guard dog’. Luisa had been a little unhappy about it until you started barking at random times to make her laugh.

“Could you hand me that vase?” She held out a hand for it.

“Woof!” You agreed, giving her the vase. She rolled her eyes trying not to laugh.

Your system encountered a serious test about a month in. One of the villagers had been getting increasingly annoyed that Luisa wouldn’t carry his house to the top of a hill opposite Casita. Typically, you had been able to stare him down, and even Luisa had outright told him that it was excessive, but neither were working today.

“Why not? What are you, useless?” He demanded.

“How dare you speak to her like thaaaa!” You lunged at him, but Luisa grabbed your waist and pinned you against her hip, your feet off the ground.

“You should put a leash on that perro callejero!” He snapped.

“Oh no. My grip. It’s slipping.” Luisa said. She put you on your feet gently. You didn’t need any more prompting. You pounced on him, wrestling him to the ground. You might have been smaller, but you were a hell of a lot meaner.

***************ten minutes later***********

You walked with Luisa, the villager thrown over her shoulder, to the square where her mother set up her station. She was there by herself and looked rather alarmed when you got close. The villager, who’s face as a bit of a mess, was flopped into a chair.

“What happened?” She asked, examining your face.

“He called Luisa useless.” You said. She looked over at her daughter in surprise.

“He said y/n was a street dog.” She added in her defense. Julieta handed you and arepa con queso before going to examine the villager.

“I don’t think he’ll make either of those mistakes again. You two go find somewhere else to be, I’m going to find your Tia and Abuela and we’re going to have a little chat with him when he wakes up.” You swallowed your bite quickly.

“Yes ma’am!” You agreed. Luisa grabbed your hand and you hurried off in the opposite direction. “He bled on your dress.” You commented.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Luisa sighed.

“Woof!” You said.

My toxic trait is that “I can make them worse so much worse” 😭😭😭🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

My toxic trait is "I can fix them!"

how you see sevika’s eyes

You absolutely adore Sevika’s beautiful gray eyes.

They are probably her softest, most delicate feature.

Sometimes, you feel like you could stare into them for hours and hours on end, and get lost in an entire world of possibilities…

At first, they appear like:

Freshly polished metallic gemstones,

Marble statues that stood lonesomely in the shadows of an abandoned museum,

They may seem icy, standoffish, even fortified to a naive beholder.

But to you, they offered a place of rest and solace. 

A pool you could jump into and resurface having lived a million different lives:

Peering through a window to view a stormy, cloudy day that cries into the depths of an equally moody sea all from the comfort of a candlelit lighthouse, 

A silent, winter forest in the dead of night that you trudged through in order to return to your cottage home.

There were moments where you wished you could lose yourself in her eyes forevermore.

sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sevika, sub sev-

(drabble)

Pairing: Subby!Sevika x reader

Pronouns used: none (afab genitalia)

Gendered terms: none

Genre: smut(mdni)

Strap-on, slight praise/bondage, begging

When people saw you and Sevika, walk down the street together, they'd all asume she was the one in control, relentless as she did whatever she pleased with you. No one ever assumed she had to ask anything from you. Her reputation made moments like these all the more satisfying. Moments where Sevika was underneath you, whimpers and jagged breathes leaving her lips, moments where she doesn't know if she should beg you to go faster or to slow down. And it didn't matter what she chose, because it was up to you, you were the one making these decisions for her, you were the one taking care of her. You were the one fucking into her with brutal pace, the strap-on she insisted she hated abusing her cunt. Her pretty back would arch and her muscular arms would pull at the restraints you gave her while you kneeled between her thighs, massaging her hips."There, there, pretty girl, I know you can take it." You'd bend over and whisper sinfull things in her ears, all while she babbled and moaned your name. Sevika would always end up begging, even if she refused to at first, even if she was so fucked-out she didn't know what she was begging for, and she was so good at begging.

soft sevika please 🥺 like sevika comforting reader or maybe sevika accidentally making reader cry and she gets all soft and worried i love her

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

🎧🕯💌🪞

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sevika x reader.

⌕ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reader helped sevika in a fight but got hurt and now she’s pretty much angry at you.

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: barely checked it after writing so sorry in advance if you see any mistakes. And thanks a lot doll for your request.

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

“You’re so fucking stupid y/n, it’s insane. What the fuck went through you mind!?” Sevika complained, her rough mechanical hand on your bruised knee, a result of your attempt to fight back one of her opponents— a losing battle.

“I just wanted to help you… He tried to hit you and I thought that—“ You desperately attempted to explain, words as stuck in your throat. You tried to hide it in front of her, but every inch of your body hurt like hell.

“Stop it. You’re not helping, you made everything worst.” The woman coldly replied, a long sigh escaping her chapped lips. “Fuck you’re so careless.” She mumbled, not even looking in your direction anymore, just trying to compose herself after what happened.

“I– i just…” You started, feeling all the emotions coming out at once, tears forming in your eyes. You know she was only telling you this because she was worried about your well-being, but you couldn't help but feel hurt by her crude words.“I just wanted to be helpful…”

Her eyes widened at the sight of you tearful eyes. She knew she had gone too far, much too far. You are the only person she truly cherishes, the only person she would do anything for, and yet she had just made you cry. It felt like a stab in her chest when she realized how much her words had affected you.

“Oh no no darling, listen I’m… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Sevika started, quickly wrapping both her arms around your torso, pulling you close to her.

“Why are you so mean to me..” You mumbled, face nuzzled up against the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry angel… I’m just… I was just really worried for you, okay?” She says while holding you even tighter against her, before moving away a little, to look at your pretty face. “Look at me.” Your red eyes finally met hers. Maybe it was because your vision was blurry, but you swore you could see sorrow in her gaze like you had never seen before. “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean to hurt you darling. ”

“But you did.” You replied in a low, calm voice, gently furrowing your eyebrows, looking up at her.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole.”

“Yes..”

“Hey!” She sweetly hit your shoulder, a giggle escaping your lips, which brought a smile to her face at the same time.

“You forgive me..?” She continued, a false pout painted on her lips.

You shook your head playfully, wiping the remaining tears off your cheeks with your sleeve.

“No??” She falsely questioned in an ironic shocked tone. “What can I do for my pretty girl to forgive me?” She asked as she positioned your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist to carry you home to tend to your injuries.

“Nothing, I’m forever angry now.” You replied, wrapping your arms tighter around her.

“Liar. Give me a kiss now, the ride home isn’t free.”

“That’s a scam.”

“If you don’t pay, I drop you right on the ground.”

“You’ll never do that.”

“Never.” She replied, feeling your soft lips on her cheek.

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