Multifandom One-shots

105. Hidden Blooms - Isabela x autistic male reader (Encanto)

Good morning or night, my great, wonderful, and everything-good readers!

I hope you guys are doing fine, surrounded by support and love from others and yourself. Because you know why? As I stated from the beginning, you are magnificent, wonderful, and deserving of love. 

But sometimes, you have to support and love yourself first. It's not always easy, and we all have moments when we doubt ourselves or feel like we're not enough. In those times, it's okay to lean on others for support and encouragement. And if you ever feel like you have no one to turn to, please remember that you have me. Even if I don't know you personally, I am here for you, rooting for your happiness and well-being.

This one-shot was requested by my number one supporter and requester, GabeOwen6. Gabe, your enthusiasm and encouragement mean the world to me. I poured my heart into creating this story, hoping it would resonate with you and bring a smile to your face. Your support fuels my passion for writing, and I am truly grateful for our connection through these stories.

To all my readers, new and old, thank you for being on this journey with me. Your comments, messages, and feedback inspire me to keep creating and sharing stories that touch your hearts. Together, we form a community of storytellers and dreamers, bound by our love for narratives that uplift and inspire.

As always, I invite you to immerse yourself in this one-shot and let its emotions wash over you. Whether it's a moment of escape or reflection, my greatest joy is knowing that my words have touched your hearts in some way. So sit back and relax.

With all my gratitude and warmest wishes, Blue-Mushroom-Life

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Isabela stood at Y/N's doorstep, the twilight casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets of Encanto. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached out to knock, her hand trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. The door opened before she could muster the courage, and there stood Y/N, his eyes instantly softening at the sight of her.

Her normally neat hair, adorned with flowers, now fell loosely around her shoulders, slightly tousled from the evening breeze. Her eyes, usually bright and confident, were rimmed with red. The faint streaks of dried mascara traced delicate lines down her cheeks, and her dress, adorned with vibrant floral patterns, seemed to sag a bit, reflecting the weight of her emotions.

"Flor," he whispered softly, stepping aside to let her in. He took her hand in his own, his touch warm and reassuring. "Come in, what's wrong?"

Isabela stepped into the familiar warmth of his home, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She glanced around nervously, as if afraid someone might overhear. The cozy living room enveloped her in a sense of safety, a stark contrast to the tension outside.

"It's Abuela," she began, her voice breaking. "She's been talking more about Mariano and how perfect we'd be together. I can't keep pretending, Y/N. I can't keep lying to them, but I have to be perfect."

Y/N closed the door gently behind her, shutting out the cool evening air and cocooning them in a quiet sanctuary. He guided her to the couch, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. The faint aroma of jasmine incense wafted through the air, mingling with the warmth of the room.

"You don't have to be perfect, Isa," he said softly, brushing a tear from her cheek with his fingertips. "You just have to be yourself."

Isabela sighed, leaning into his touch, finding solace in his steady presence. "But what if being myself disappoints them?" she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "What if I let everyone down, especially Abuela?"

Y/N held her gaze with unwavering support, his expression filled with love and understanding. He noticed the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve. "Isabela, your happiness matters," he said earnestly. "You deserve to be loved for who you are, not for who others want you to be."