𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

isa taking care of a drunk reader

CTTO: somethinginthethunder

notes: 'whatever you will write will be able to make my heart go tippy tap' STOPPPPP i literally love that sm :(

also i don't really know how to write drunk people so :')

warnings: alcohol lol

-every year there would be a festival in celebration of the birth of the miracle

-and you being you, you had decided it would be a great night to challenge your best friend's father into a drinking game

-the villagers watched excitedly to see which one of you was going to win, both impressed and disappointed at the rate of which you two were downing your drinks

-the fun had to end, though, as julieta and isa heard the commotion and walked onto the scene, scolding the both of you for doing such a thing

-poor julieta had to get ahold of her dear husband, debating on whether to let him stay for the rest of the celebration or to just get him home so he could get some rest

-isa was already leading you back home so that you didn't manage to hurt yourself, knowing you'd be thankful that she got you back to bed safe and sound

-this was probably the drunkest she had seen you in all her years of being your friend, a dazed smile graced your face as you followed her like a little puppy.

-on the way to your house you'd say a bunch of nonsense like, "birds are so weird. like they just float. isn't that weird?" or "that rat kind of looks like a rock. oh, wait. it's just a rock."

-when you both got to your home she'd help you change out of your clothes and set a glass of water on your desk, sitting on the edge of your bed as she made sure you were comfortable.

-that was when things started to get even more interesting

-she had asked you if you were feeling okay and you shook your head adamantly.

-"why?" she would ask.

-"i'm reaaallllyyyyyyyy in love with this girl but i don't think she likes me back," you'd say with slurred words, a little frown on your face at the thought of it.

-this half-confession made isa bite her lip, feeling sadness fall over her when you told her this. of course you would have a crush on someone, she can't just keep you all to herself. she'd only ever be a best friend to you, right?

-"oh yeah?" she'd laugh sadly, trying to humor you. "and who is this lucky girl?"

-"you promise not to tell anyone?"

-"i promise."

-"well," you'd look around your room as if afraid that someone might be lurking to hear your secret before continuing. "it's this girl named isa. she's really hot, you know? and her hair feels like clouds, i swear. UGH her hair! it's too perfect. all of her is too perfect it just makes me so mad but also so in love. have you heard her laugh? best thing ever, i tell you!"

-isa didn't even know what to say, stunned at the fact that you had just said her name. after a while she'd ask you, "why don't you think she likes you back?"

-and you'd sigh dramatically and shut your eyes, burying your face into your pillows.

-"she's a magical girl who's job is to be perfect. i'm the child of a carpenter. what do you think?" you'd answer, your voice muffled from the pillows. "besides, i've been in love with her for years. if she hasn't noticed now then it means she doesn't like me back."

-the madrigal would smile at your words, placing a hand on your back to rub up and down so it would soothe you.

-she hadn't even realized the longing stares you would give her, or the way you'd prioritize her out of anyone else.

-she was always too busy wondering if you'd like how she looked that day or trying to remember all of your favorite things to do.

-"y'know... i don't think this 'isabela' girl would care about the carpenter stuff," she suggested quietly.

-"can't risk it," you mumble, slower this time.

-"well, maybe in the morning you'll see."

-she waited for your answer but there came none. it was then that she realized you had fallen asleep, your body at full rest and a soft snore coming from your mouth.

-slowly, she got off your bed and blew out the candle, giving you one last good look before she left your room. a newfound courage had blossomed within her.

-in the morning, whether you remembered what you told her or not, she was going to tell you she loved you, too.