𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Cupcakes

CTTO: mxssromanoff

prompt; you made salty cupcakes by accident and your girlfriend isabela tried so hard to pretend that they weren't

pairing/s; isabela x fem!reader

warning/s; a curse word

Isabela loved you. She really did. She prayed endlessly, looked out for 11:11, blew every dandelion in existence, made sure that she got the part of the chicken with a wishbone in it, and nearly joined a cult just so she could be with you.

It might have been a little bit overboard, but was it they worth it? Absolutely.

It was clear to anybody who knew Isabela that she was head over heels for you.

This woman was ready to do anything for you. Just say the word and she'd be willing to learn how to grow flowers on the moon for you to gaze upon every night.

Of course, that included trying out your cooking for the first time. Like, how bad could that possibly be?

Sure, you were a kitchen newbie whose knowledge in boiling water was next to nothing, but she was confident that you can do it! After all, you grew with your tía who was great at cooking, yes?

Except all that hyping up came stumbling down the drain the moment she took a mouthful of that cutely decorated cupcake you've worked so hard on—and perhaps, she had been too confident.

"How is it?" you asked, awaiting judgment.

It was a mighty battle for Isabela to fight off the wince that threated to form on her face, and an even tougher one to smile through it all.

She nodded her head, giving you an encouraging thumbs up as she struggled to chew the cupcake.

It was like having the ocean in her mouth.

"Really?" your eyes lit up as you smiled from ear to ear, quite proud of your cupcakes.

Isabela's heart swelled at the sight.

If it meant that she'd get you to smile like that, she was more than willing to sacrifice her kidneys for you.

Now if only her body didn't make swallowing so difficult...

Isabela nodded her head with a smile.

"If you liked it then maybe your abuela might like it too," you said as you turned around, nearly making her choke—on the plus side, at least she was finally able to swallow.

"My—my abuela?" she asked.

"Yes, your abuela!" you said in nothing but enthusiasm as you got the cupcakes out of their molds. "Actually, maybe I should bring some over for your whole family. You know, for a good first impression?"

Isabela laughed nervously. "Yes, yes...that sounds...absolutely wonderful!"

"Or would señora Alma appreciate something more Colombian?" you asked. "But I won't have much time to make them—"

"Y/N," Isabela said.

"How do you make flan de coco again—"

"Y/N—"

"Mierda, I forgot mi tía's recipe—"

"Y/N—"

"What if I just—"

"Mi amor." Isabela placed her palm against your cheek, gently turning your head to face her amidst your rambling. "They'd love you with or without your cooking."

More emphasis on the without, but Isabela wasn't about to dampen your spirits as a complete neophyte in the kitchen. Maybe her mama would even get to teach you that you don't put the whole ocean on any dessert at all.

"And I think I'd rather just enjoy your cupcakes on my own."

Well, less on enjoyment and more on making you happy.

You leaned into her touch, absolutely smittened with her just as she was with you. "You're too sweet, mi vida."

"Only because you bring out the best in me," Isabela smiled before pressing her lips against yours. Your arms made its away around her neck as you brought her closer to you, deepening the kiss when...

"Isa?"

Isabela hummed as you broke away from her, the taste of your lips an effective remedy to the lingering taste of the cupcake she just ate.

"Why do you taste like the sea?"