#mirabela

Once, I took your medication to know what it's like And now I have to act like I can't read your mind I ask you how you're doing and I let you lie

@waitingona-mirabel

@waitingona-mirabel​

Mirabel had started school. Everyone seemed very happy with this. Even Abuela. So, Isabela tried to be happy too.

The problem was: she wasn’t. She wasn’t happy with Mirabel in school a hundred miles away in Bristol. She wasn’t happy with Mirabel in school at PrideU. In fact, she hated Mirabel at PrideU more than anything. But what was she supposed to say? Nothing. She couldn’t say anything. And she certainly couldn’t go against Abuela.

After dinner, Isabela went up the stairs and knocked on the open door of Mirabel’s room. Casita opened the door further with a creak and Isabela stepped inside. She rarely went into Mirabel’s room, but she did not glance around. Isabela did not want to see the emptiness.

“Mama said not to forget your coat,” she explained her appearance lamely, holding it out with one hand and examining her manicure with the other.

@waitingona-mirabel​, @sommer-girl​

They had chosen to meet on neutral territory: Main Street Park. Which suited Isabela just fine. She didn’t really want to have people over to Casita and it was a nice day. It didn’t make sense to try and plan an outdoor prom indoors anyway. And, since herself, Mirabela, and Anna were all representatives from each of the different groups they’d been sorted into, Isabela was happy to meet as a group.

She didn’t know anything about Anna Sommers, other than she was Elsa’s sister, apparently. (Isabela also hadn’t known Elsa had a sister, but it wasn’t like she stayed particularly up to date with the owner of the ice cream shoppe besides a passing hello.)

When Isabela arrived the others were already there sitting beneath a tree.

“Oh, this is a lovely spot. Did you choose it Anna?” Isabela announced herself as she placed her bag down and waved a hand. Vines crawled down from the tree and looped together, making a simple swing that Isabela perched herself in, one toe pushing her back and forth idly.

“What do we want to start with? I was thinking music, perhaps? That will be the hardest to coordinate between everyone’s tastes.”

Request : So I’ve been opposed with encanto for weeks now, and now I saw your account so may I request headcanons for Mirabel pre movie where she finds herself bonding with this quiet town boy over knitting and sharing stories

Prompt : none

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : none

Paring : Mirabel Madrigal x M!reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Knitting is cute

@waitingona-mirabel​

Isabela was laying on one of the couches in the main area of la Casita, her laptop on her stomach as she lazily edited a few pictures to post on her Instagram story tomorrow. Almost everything she posted was backdated at least a day so she could perfectly curate it. There was a picture from her mani/pedi date with Snow. Something from the gym. A nice scenic picture of the stables on her way home the other day. One of Dolores and another of a spread her mama had made for dinner the other night.

Since she was the only one in the main area at the moment (which was usually the case during the day, since almost everyone had a job at this point), she was blasting ME! by Taylor Swift. Which meant she didn’t notice her sister come through the front door at first as she hummed along to the music. Taylor Swift was a recent discovery when she’d moved to England (she’d known of her before, but hadn’t listened to much English-speaking music until they’d moved, when she’d found it helped her learn the intricacies of the language better than struggling through it in conversation.)

It was Casita, who nudged the couch cushion, who alerted her to Mirabel’s presence. Isa stopped singing along under her breath and tracked her sister across the room for a moment before hitting pause on her music.

“Hola,” Isa greeted, the word neither warm nor cold. It just was. She didn’t bother sitting up. “You’re home early.” Was she? Isa honestly had no idea, what had she been doing anyway? 

they called her their life