#isabella headcanon: {more than meets the eye}

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Luisa Madrigal x gn reader headcanons (pre-canon) no spoilers 👍

you're older by a year

The two of you met when you were 16 and 17

She spotted you while she was off doing chores and she stopped to ask if you needed help with anything

You suddenly couldn't remember if you needed help or not. This tall beautiful woman

???just talked to you???

And here you are stuttering trying to make a coherence statement

"I um I uh...do I need help?

And Luisa is not used to getting this reaction out of anybody So she just thinks you're nervous because you're scared of her.

but eventually you're able to speak with her and the two of you hit it off becoming really good friends.

The two of you hang out a lot whenever she's not working on chores.

sometimes you go and sit by the river, sometimes Luisa tries to teach teaches you how to knit. Which is something she secretly really good at.

ultimately though she picked you a scarf and hat because she's not a very good teacher.

the transition to friendship to relationship actually wasn't very eventful.

You had me to flirty joke and she blushed and so you asked "what do you have a crush on me"

It was a joke obviously until she looked at you puzzled tilted her head and said "I mean yeah... we're dating aren't we"

turns out she thought you've been dating for months at that point.

about 3 months prior to this situation You guys are watching the Stars and she said "you know I like you You should stick around for a bit." And you said "you got it dude i like you too much to leave"

you just stare at her and smile "So you're telling me I've had a girlfriend for 3 months?"

It ends up just being a funny story to tell to other people whenever they ask how you guys got together.

speaking of people outside of your relationship

she isn't big on PDA or anything

But in private she's a big cuddle bug.

"can we just stay inside today gatita/gatito? have tea and cuddle?"

"chamomile?"

"chamomile." She really likes chamomile tea. But if there's none available peppermint will do

She's super nervous to introduce you to the rest of the family. ESPECIALLY her Abuela Alma.

And you don't blame her that is one terrifying old lady.

However, eventually she comes to terms with the fact that she doesn't need her Abuela to approve of her relationship.

by the time she's 19 (when the movie takes place) You've been together for about a year.

So you two decided to probably time you tell somebody

turns out Mirabel and Camilo already knew she was seeing someone. they could "just tell." whatever that means.

but Julieta was ecstatic. She was so glad that Luisa found time to make friends and have a relationship outside of all her chores and she wasn't pushing herself too hard

"come Sit, niño/niña Tell me how you met!" she practically fills you with all types of breads, cakes, and tea while you talk about her daughter

And then you meet the rest of her family. You had met them before obviously some more extensively than others but this was the first time meeting them as Luisa's partner

"Wow...I thought Luisa would marry strong like a butcher- OW MAMÁ-"

But her smile didn't falter and she ignored her little cousin with a simple roll of her eyes

Isabela didn't look too impressed but she shook your hand nonetheless. "Don't hurt her or else." She gave a graceful smile that would be comforting if not for the fact that she was threatening you and simply toast her hair over her shoulder and walked away

Mirabel and Antonio were one in the same They kept their head down and introduced themselves and made polite conversation.

But it really shocked everyone was that Abuela Alma... didn't seem to care??

I think it might have shocked Isabella the most. It probably seemed very unfair from her perspective.

Bonus: Her tio Bruno kind of weirds you out at first ngl but you guys eventually become really good at making conversation.

You should really start a podcast together

[eleanorbloom]

Marry My Lover (Bryce x Eleanor Proposal Headcanon)

A/N: Well, I thought I wouldn't do it because I was too invested with this fic, but I've been thinking adult life is so fucking hard that maybe I'll never find the time and inspo to finish this fic, so... well, why not realease it to the world as headcanon/very-poorly-written-fic. If later I find the inspo, maybe I'll write it, maybe not, but I think posting this will lift a heavy weight off me.

Please forgive me my grammar mistakes and poor english, I mean, I know it's not poor, but I went really basic here, other way I would've never finished writing this lol

Tagging my WYR readers, in case you're interested in reading this @curiousconch @romereadingshop @utterlyinevitable @lahellacute @chocopeppermintcake

Also this is sumbission for @openheartfanfics Weekly Trope Challenge, week 2: Weddings & Proposals (@openheartheadcanons)

Marry My Lover

Bryce had wanted to propose to Eleanor for a while, considering both spontaneous and prepared ways to do it.

One of the first ideas was proposing on a visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, as it was the place of their first date. But none of their shifts let them assist for a couple of weeks, so he decided to look for something less complicated.

As he saw their annual meeting with the gang was coming, he decided he would propose on that occasion. Surrounded by friends, the people who helped them get together and supported them in the most difficult times both personally and as a couple.

So he would propose at Donahue’s. With a song, no less. Marry Me by Bruno Mars. A cheerful song, Eleanor loved Bruno Mars and simply matched with the tone he wanted to have on the proposal. Happy and spectacular. He wanted to make her feel the luckiest, most loved woman on earth.

So when he decided what he would do, he shared the news with Sienna so she could help him orchestrate the event. He would arrive a bit later than Eleanor, Sienna would keep her distracted, and then whoop, Bryce would appear at the center of the bar singing the song.

On the day of the meeting, Bryce was in the locker room when he received a text from Sienna: “All set, B! We’re waiting for you”. He breathed deeply, excited and a bit nervous at the same time.

They had talked about marriage, about a life together thousands of times, but it was different just taking the step and doing it, of proposing marriage. Marriage. Damn.

But at the same time, it was just a confirmation of the love they had for each other. Their love that had grown exponentially, to unknown highs and depths in the three years they had been together, and he was sure that their love would keep growing and getting stronger with each day.

After getting ready, he texted Keiki: “Hey Keiks, are you there already?” “Oh, yeah, hidden in the parking lot, super spy.” “Awesome, I’m coming out of the locker room I’ll be there in five” “Okay”

Bryce didn’t want her to miss it for the world. Keiki would kill him if he let that happen. Luckily for both Bryce and Keiki, she was studying close to home, more than close. Cambridge. BS in Physics at MIT, so as she was living just a few minutes away from Boston, they saw each other pretty regularly, once a week or once every two weeks depending on how busy the three were.

Keiki was excited about it, but there was just this strange smirk on her. Bryce thought it was just the fact that her brother would propose to Eleanor at last.

Once at the bar, he greeted their friends, Elijah, coming from Chicago, Jackie, from Baltimore, and Sienna coming from New York. Aurora was the only one living in Boston, working at Brigham and Women’s Hospital as attending and part of the new Diagnostic Team there.

Everyone was happy but at the same time with this strange smirk, like they were hiding something.

“And Elle?” he asked.

A few moments after the question was made, a guitar started to play. He looked at the center of the bar, and found Eleanor, on a yellow dress, and matched hatband playing guitar and singing: We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Bryce couldn’t believe his eyes. His ears. His skin. How a shiver ran down his spine, making tingle every inch of him; how his stomach fluttered at the sight of her there, beautiful and singing and… Surprising him.

It was Lover by Taylor Swift, because, how not, his girlfriend was a Swiftie since High School, so once a Swiftie, always a Swiftie.

Bryce knew almost every song of the last two albums she had released in the last couple of years because they had blasted the speakers of their home for weeks. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

After singing the chorus, Eleanor handed the guitar to Rafael, who continued with the melody, and took the mic in one hand, singing the second verse as she started walking slowly towards him. We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call She took his hand on hers and softly pulled him to the center of the bar

And when Eleanor sang “And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”, both chuckled knowingly, because they knew how true that was, wherever he goes, he enchants.

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

It had been three summers indeed and nor he or she couldn’t imagine a summer without each other.

Eleanor kept singing, every word with meaning, it was like the song was written for them, especially ���I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” Because who else on this planet was a magnetic force but him?

Bryce was beaming the whole song, smiling, laughing, biting his lip, showing how happy, flattered, incredulous and in love he was.

He couldn’t believe his luck. To this day, after more than three years, sometimes he still couldn’t believe he had the chance to love so much and be so loved. So happy, so free, so understood. And he would probably live this luck, this love, forever and ever with her.

When the song ended, Eleanor took out something from the pocket of her yellow dress. A velvet box. When she opened it, a silver ring with a diamond at the center shined under the multicolor lights of the bar. Eleanor took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles softly before asking: “Bryce Lahela, mi amor, we both know we want to spend the rest of our lives together. In these three years you have made me nothing but happy. The happiest luckiest woman alive. I want that for the rest of our lives. Would you marry me?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes sparkling, shining so bright with emotions, with love, with adoration, with happiness, “Yes, babe, yes! The only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Everyone cheered, Sienna was crying, Kyra too, and even Keiki had shed a tear.

Eleanor put a ring on his finger and both kissed sweetly in the middle of the bar.

After a few moments, Bryce kissed her hand and chuckled, “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Eleanor stared confused at him, and when she heard him shouting “Música maestro!” she understood.

Eleanor couldn't believe it either. When the notes of Marry Me by Bruno Mars started playing, she covered her mouth with her hands just like Cecilia Bolocco when she won Miss Universe in 1986. “No way, love!” she squealed.

After a few verses, Bryce took her hand and turned her to the wall, where a video was playing. Videos of colleagues, nurses, even patients, with thumbs up singing along “Don't say no, no, no, no, no, Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” Then, her parents showed up in the video, beaming as they sang along too. Even her grandparents from Chile, Ricardo and Ofelia, appeared in the video asking the same.” “Oh my god,” Eleanor couldn't hold it anymore and simply let the tears fall. Tears of joy, of happiness.

Then Bryce started to walk around the bar, singing with a persuasive tone, asking the patrons to join him in his singing, as if he had to convince her to marry him. Friendly patrons would nod and show their thumbs up and sing along for a couple of seconds.

Once the song ended, Bryce bend on one knee and took the velvet box out of the pocket of his pants, where a beautiful rose gold ring was there, with a round diamond at the center and smaller at the sides. “Well, you won me. This was my idea too, but you were faster, or maybe you had friends who took your side and decided to help you instead of me.” Everyone chuckled. “Or maybe she just asked before you did,” Jackie teased. “Either way, I’m honored and flattered, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to propose to you. I mean, I’ve dreamed about this day practically since I met you.” “Awww, mi amor.” “I want all summers with you and all winters, especially winters so you can keep me warm on snowy nights.” Eleanor giggled, her eyes full of tenderness, “Of course, my love. Summer, fall, winter, spring, all of the seasons and all of the years I have left on this planet.” “Good. And you, Eleanor Andrea Bloom, would you marry me?” “Yes, my love, mi amor, sí, sí, yes!” Bryce put the ring on her finger, and again, people cheered and clapped. Keiki and Jackie whistled.

When Bryce and Eleanor got off the stage, the gang approached them, filling them with congratulations and hugs, and just love for the happy, recently-engaged couple. they disclosed how everything had happened -Eleanor indeed had asked help first, she had been practicing guitar for more than a month with the help of Rafael.

After a while, Bryce took Eleanor’s hand and led her to a quiet place so they could have a moment for themselves. They smiled and laughed without saying anything, still processing what had happened and trying to understand the happiness they were feeling. their hearts were simply overflowing with happiness and love. “You know? I can say people, mostly women, have asked me a lot of things in my life, some of them shocking, some of them rather cute, but never had a woman proposing to me, so this is a first. You're definitely a keeper.” “Oh, that's why you're agreeing to marry me?” she asked, feigning offense. “One of the four hundred million reasons, babe.” Eleanor smiled pensively, earnest, “You deserve everything, my love, everything. And that includes being proposed, because, damn, we’re too far from gender stereotypes and toxic masculinity.” “I agree.” “And because I really wanted you to know that I wanna marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you, just as much as you do.”

Completely spellbound by the sincerity of her love, now and always, Bryce simply bit his lip and leaned to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

There was nothing else to do but be happy.

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Ps: Here pics of Bryce and Eleanor engagement rings. I had the idea of a collage, but it would've also taken me a day to finish it, lol sorry

Thank you for reading! ❤

[aliypop]

For All Time Always

Wordcount: 2,514

Warning: Some angst

A/N: I just wanted to write some Soft Astrid and Loki because I was inspired by @lokislittlesigyn headcanons for snuggly Loki, so I hope you enjoy. Because oof the fluff

"And that is why..." a loud crash coming from the palace hallways, "And that is why..." Odin tried to start back up again as his gaze motioned to the commotion of sound, "If you'll excuse me," he sighed as Amidala nodded along with the rest of the realm leaders, hoping that her children weren't the cause of the interruption. Several guards stood in front of the treasure room as Thor, Loki, Astrid, and Isabasia stood there scheming a way to get in. "We'll do get help." Thor smirked, lifting his brother as Loki pouted, "What exactly is get help?" Loki asked, his crown nearly being smooshed by his brothers. 

"Well, I'll say help my brothers dying and-" 

"And then Wha- AAAAAAH!" 

CLASH!

Astrid giggled as Isabasia smiled, "Oh, we have something similar, except I do this!" Isabasia turned herself invisible as she carried Astrid past the guards and threw her right next to Loki, who she landed in his lap, "Seems Astrid and Loki are close enough to kiss each other!" Thor teased as Isabasia joined in with him,

 "Disgusting..." both Astrid and Loki slid away from each other as their hands both brushed against each other, 

" I'd rather kiss a frog!" Astrid growled as Loki began to croak, jumping on her shoulder, his mucus-covered green skin grossing her out. Astrid flung him across the room as he transformed back, holding a blue cube in hand. 

BANG!

"That was very uncalled for!" he growled as spits of green fizzled at his fingertips, "Oh yeah! What will you do? Turn into a snake and stab me!" Astrid snapped, blasting him with her magic, both Thor and Isabasia no longer present to witness the situation before them. The two still fighting before they heard the clearing of throats, both Astrid and Loki found their parents disapproving glares at the mess they had made.

"You vile snake!" Astrid laughed, finding a note amongst her dresser. The two were now in their mid-teens, the age where romance was not to be taken ever so lightly. Sitting in the garden reading was Loki, who had stolen Astrid's mothers' amulet, the one to be awarded to her on the day of her official engagement to Thor, 

"You two tongued wet weasel..." Astrid smirked, sitting amongst the lavender plants that Frigga loved so dearly, "That's a new one. I'll have to write it down," he focused on his book as she walked over, taking a seat in his lap, causing him to gain color in is ivory tone. His eyes focused on her brown skin. And the curl of lips, the way her hair was unraveling from her self-made braids, he wanted nothing more than to make her his, and he'd do everything in his power to do so.

 "Loki..." 

"Loki..."

"Loki!"

"What?" 

"Is something on your mind." Astrid asked as she laid her head on his shoulder, basking in the Asgardian sun as the Fall was soon coming to the realm, "Whomever wins your heart shall be ever so lucky." he sighed as Astrid turned to face him, his alluring eyes gleaming, as he soon looked away blush creeping up to his cheeks as Astrid only hummed, 

"Why do you say?" Astrid asked as Loki scratched the back of his neck, "Well... uh... well... Because they will." he stammered. Astrid laughed, being that she had never seen Loki so lost for words, his hands wrapped around her waist stabilizing her so she wouldn't fall over. No longer concentrated on his book. His eyes were all focused on her, 

"You are worth more than any jewel ever."

"Is that why you stole my mother's amulet..." Astrid asked, searching through his pockets as he swatted at her hands playfully, "What if I didn't take it..." he smirked, flipping her over on her back, her dark curls kissing the grass flowers surrounding her. "Then what was the note on my dresser for," she questioned as Loki gulped, 

"To catch your attention..." he looked down, 

"Loki, you always have my attention." she wrapped his arm around her waist as she wiggled into his chest, taking in his scent, as he rolled over to get a better angle as to what Astrid was doing, 

"You oaf, you're going to squish me!" she groaned as Loki chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sound,

"What was that?" 

"I said get off..." 

"No... no, you called me an oaf. Which means you should apologize." he winked as Astrid averted her gaze,

 "I'm sorry-"

"As you mean it." he grinned.

"My humble prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, Rightful King of Asgard, I deeply apologize." she laughed as pushing him away the two rolling down a hill, Astrid landing on top of him, 

"Now tell me why this lack of me not having your attention." she asked, bringing the topic back, "You've been paying attention to Thor lately..." he sighed as Astrid placed her thumb on his cheek, "And smiling at him, and... As your best friend..." the hurt in both their eyes at the sound of that phrase,  Loki and Astrid were past best friends by the people of Asgard and Vanaheim, sure they slept in the same beds together since they were ten and had always made the other smile since they were eight, but always there for each other to talk, they were soulmates the very thing that Frigga told them about,

"I just don't want to be forgotten..." 

"Loki, how could I forget you. You're my best friend, my reason I love you."

"Astrid..."

"Hmm..." 

"Don't say things that make me want to kiss you..." he stared at her lips. As she pulled him by his crown, their lips meeting, the bliss as sweet as honey and as beautiful as any song.

"Be mine..." 

"I can't..." 

 The fall winds blew on Asgard as the stars shone, the village peppered with vending carts and lights. Thor was taste testing ale for the Harvest Festival, which brought most of the realms together.

 Taking a sip of mead from her goblet was Astrid, her eyes focusing on the decorations that the Vanir made the only thing reminding her of home, 

"Does your mother know you drink..." soft hands touching her waist, 

"No, she doesn't," Astrid giggled   lips to her ear, "What would your mother say if she found you so full..." Loki winked. Tilting her chin up, 

"She'd say absolutely nothing because you are not to tell her..." Astrid gave him a burst of laughter sweeter than all the honey of Asgard, just like her kisses.

 "Oh but, I might..." he leaned in closer to her, their foreheads touching,

 "Then I'll tell Odin you took me away from Thor..." she whispered, stealing a kiss from him.

"You cheeky Minx.." he laughed.

"Maybe I am." she giggled, stumbling a bit, not use to the high levels of alcoholic intake of the Aesir. 

"A small tip... though," Loki whispered, helping her stand

"What's that..." Astrid asked

"Gold isn't Thor's complementary color. It's red." he laughed as she smirked, "Perhaps, I wore this for you," draped in greens and golds stood Loki, who couldn't get enough of her, although they both knew that what they were doing was wrong. It felt right after all Thor was still allowed to drink, fight, flirt and be an acclaimed sex God by the talks of Fandral and Lady Sif, who told Astrid all of his stories to keep her company when her mother and father were fighting. So she figured why not have her fun too. 

Astrid stood on top of the table singing, all the while Thor looked at her almost in the glance of a disruptive child,

But the trees dance, and the waterfalls stop

when she sings, she sings Come home

When she sings, she sings Come home

Astrid hiccuped as she sang amongst the Asgardians, her mug of ale sloshing around as she later dropped it. "ANOTHER ...That is how you do it here..." she asked Loki as he nodded, "ANOTHER FOR EVERYONE!" she shouted as she threw her cup down, drunkenly kissing Loki as her sights saw Thor leave with Isabasia sister, who couldn't even say hello to her. 

Isabella smiled, her brown skin complimenting the crimson red dress that Ashton had made from the purest of silk farmed from Egypt, her hair down wearing the crown of her mother, and eyes looking away from the crowd, 

"You look beautiful, like ..."

"Like what..." 

"A flower that only blooms in the gardens that only the rivers know." Thor took her by the hand, twirling her into his arms much as he did when they were younger, but they were older now, sure not enough to rule, but enough to know that they were in love. Isabasia placed her hand on his cheek leaning in to kiss him, 

"Your mother must be worried. It is getting late..." Loki smiled, helping Astrid down, "I've got a better idea..." she smirked. Drunken giggles filled the halls of Asgard as royal guards walked by. Holding her shoes and sliding down the floors were Astrid and Loki. As giggles turned into erupt fits of laughter. A guard stopped in his tracks, causing  Loki to turn into Thor, picking up Astrid. Loki turned to the guard, 

"Who goes there."  he demanded, looking at "Thor" and his assumed mistress for the night.

"You see, my fiance... She had a lot to drink and is tired."

"Very tired.." She giggled, letting a yawn out.

"Of course, my lord, but why the throne room?"

"It was her request," he winked, kissing her neck as Astrid bit her lip. 

"Grant me this night before I return," Isabasia asked her voice in a needy tone, the two passing the throne room as the guards standing there rubbed his eyes, watching as they later went up the stairs. Leading to his chambers,

"Astrid .... You'll learn to love him, just as Frigga learned to love Odin..." Amidala smiled, placing her crown on her daughter's head, "And maybe you'll forget all about this foolish Loki..." she snarled at his name as she went to cover the ungodly bite marks on her neck, "And grow up for the better..." she mumbled under her breath, 

"Besides ... it's coronation day, which makes it  official for."

"My engagement to Thor the most miserable day of my life..." she said under her breath, her dress covered in the finest of jewels, of reds and yellows, placing the emerald earrings in her ear from Loki. She sighed, remembering how his touch felt on her skin, the way he treated her,

"I almost forgot one more thing..." 

"What's that..." Astrid asked as her mother took out her gold and red amulet necklace from its box, "Your grandmother gave it to me the day of my coronation engagement, and now I pass it to you."  she smiled, her heart content on Astrid making an even better name for their family,

almost everyone in the nine realms flooded the throne room of the palace. While Thor gloated and boasted down towards the Throne, Astrid kept her eyes on Loki, who had a look of disinterest on his face towards his brother, who was also treating Mjolnir as a party trick. Frigga, who stood next to Amidala, only laughed at her child's immaturity while Astrid was slowly shutting down her mind remembering what she and the prince of Asgard did the night before. She could still feel the lingering sense of his tongue and the pleasurable ache from his every thrust, but her heartfelt glee of every praise he had ever given her.  As Thor kneeled to his father, Loki gave a quick wink to Astrid, who blushed back. Odin stood up, cheers still, radiant, while the warriors 3 waved at Astrid. Who wanted to crawl in a ball and die. 

"Thor Odinson... my heir... my firstborn so long and trusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir forged in the heart of a dying star," Odin said while Astrid looked up at Frigga, a tear in her eye. Loki wanted to do everything in his right to take her away, but he knew that after tonight she would no longer be his. 

"Do you swear to guard all nine realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?" Odin looked over at Astrid, 

"I... Swear," she responded.

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"

Thor glanced at Loki, "I swear!"

"Then on this day, I Odin All-Father proclaim you..." he paused almost as if he were sensing something, 

"Frost giants..." Odin growled as everyone evacuated the palace. Both Thor and Loki followed Odin as Sif, the warriors three, and Astrid drew their weapons fighting the frost giants. Amidala looked at her daughter in disgust. Fighting wasn't originally what a princess was supposed to do, but here she was fighting beside warriors and Loki instead of making sure her "beloved" was okay. 

After the events of an almost coronation, the royal dinner slowly sizzled down. There stood Thor, who was standing behind Astrids chair. 

"I know..." he glared at his soon-to-be queen, 

"You know what..." she asked, still eating, refusing to meet his gaze. 

"You've been cheating on me for my brother..." his tone cold as Astrid dropped her fork, 

"It's not what it-" Astrid tried to say. 

"You sneak into his chambers at night, the glances, how long has this been going on!" Thor asked as he flipped the table over. Astrid growled, "Just about as long as you've discovered yourself to be so mighty!" she stood up, her red gown flowing behind her, "You never acted as if you needed me... wine, fighting, and sleeping around with my sister have always been your main concern!" she walked away Thor grabbing her wrist,

 "I am your king..." he snarled. 

"You are but an immature quibbling titmouse... Who will never be king." she laughed, "And, you'll only get yourself killed if you go to Jotunheim..." she freed her wrist, charging off to change into her armor. Heimdall sighed, watching as Thor, Sif, Loki, and the warriors sat at the Bifrost bridge on their horses, as the sound of trotting came among them from afar was a Vanir woman in her mother's old armor. 

"Astrid..." Loki looked up at her.

"Loki..." she squeezed his hand, As he kissed it. The two sitting on the couch of their New York penthouse overlooking the city, boxes still packed as they sat cuddled up together, his arms around her waist, as her body pressed against his, the two watching I love Lucy, a collection borrowed by Wanda.  "Yes, darling..."  he asked, "Do you ever thank the Gods..." she hummed, wearing one of Loki's sweatshirts that said Low Key on it.

"All the time..." he kissed her head, "Especially for having you in my life." Astrid giggled, "Oh, Loki." 

"Let's try get help!

CRASH!

"I'm okay!" 

Both Astrid and Loki looked at each other as they sighed,  "NARFI LOKISON, VALI LOKIDOTTIR!" 

"Uh oh..."

[sugarbooger513]

Secrets (Reader x Fenris)

For a first post, I should warn that this is going to get deep. It’s a headcanon I have for how Fenris was treated when Danarius owned him. 

Warnings: Mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death/suicide 

     Hawke leads the way to the Hanged Man. You wipe the sweat from your forehead as you step into the building. Varric pretty much drops Bianca onto the ground before plopping into the first seat he can get to. Being the good soul you are, you bend over to pick it up for him. He flashes that shit eating smile and takes his beloved crossbow. 

     “I don’t understand how so many bandits can fit in that small of a freaking cave.” Everyone laughs at Anders’ crumby observation. Still, he isn’t wrong. There’s no reason for thirty-ish bandits to all huddle in one place together! 

     You take a look around the tavern, suddenly aware of how empty it felt. Where is Fenris? 

     “Hawke,” you glance at the fearless leader, “I thought everyone was going to enjoy a drink today. Where is Fenris at?” 

     Before he can answer, Isabella chimes in. 

     “I went to his house earlier to get him, but he claimed he was too tired to deal with anyone today. I have no idea what’s going on with him, but he seemed more.. broody than usual.” 

      That worries you a bit. Yeah, Fenris tends to shove people away, but he at least hangs out when everyone is able. When you turn to go towards the door, Hawke grabs your shoulder. 

      “Y/N, where are you going?” “To get Fenris. Where does it look like? I need to at least make sure he isn’t drinking himself into a coma.” 

     No one argues anymore before you walk out. If there’s one thing they know, it’s that Fenris actually opens up a little to you. They don’t understand why, considering you believe in Mage’s rights.

      The walk to his abandoned mansion is quiet. Aside from the occasional kid running up to you to say hi, nothing happens. However, when you walk into the front door, you already smell booze. 

     ‘It seems he’s getting a little use out of that wine he found a while ago.’ The thought makes you chuckle, but there’s nothing funny about what you walk in and see in his room. 

     His usually alert, meadow colored eyes are glossed over. He sees you, but the goofy grin on his face makes you worry. He doesn’t ‘grin’. That isn’t Fenris. Still, it’s set off by what looks like dried tears on his pale cheeks. 

     “Y/N! Come to-*hic*- join me for a d-drink have ya?” You roll your eyes and slowly walk over to him. “Absolutely not. You’re wasted, Fenris. Give me the wine.” However, when you reach to take it from him, he slaps your hand away. 

     “Ah, come on. It’s the o-only thing keeping me-” He trails off, and the look on his face makes you think that he forgot what exactly he was saying. “Uh huh. Sure. Give me that shit.” You finally snatch the bottle from him. He stands, towering over you, but one gentle shove knocks him back into the chair. 

     In the time it takes for you to turn and place the wine on a table, you already hear a sniffle. If there’s one other thing Fenris never does, it’s cry. He’s a very.. isolated person. He doesn’t like letting anyone in, but being around you always seems to make his tough exterior crack. It doesn’t help that he’s already gone through two and a half bottles of that expensive wine. 

     “Fenris, what’s wrong?” Why do you have to sound so worried about him? He can’t help but feel worse knowing that hes gone and worried you. “I-I’m f-fine..” Finally, a sob comes from his mouth. You can’t just stand there, so you get on your knees in front of the armchair and pull him into a tight hug. The touch, although caring, makes him tense from fear. 

     “I’m here, Fenris.” He closes his eyes, finally breathing in your comforting scent. He doesn’t know why a human, a mage’s ally at that, makes him feel so loved, but you do. He can’t deny that your smile brightens his world. Even on days like today, where he can only think of.. his touch. 

     His voice finally comes out, cracking from the tears. “I.. started thinking of Danarius today. I feel.. like I can’t escape him..” Your eyes widen at the fear that’s obvious in his voice. You know about his past as a slave, but you’ve never asked him what all happened to him. It never seemed appropriate. 

     Still, he trusts you. Even in his drunken state, he remembers that he can trust you with everything. Before he can give it a second thought, he starts telling you. 

     “I.. woke up from a nightmare last night. I remembered how he.. he would touch me. He would use me for.. p-pleasure..” Your eyes widen, suddenly aware of how he tensed earlier from the hug. However, when you try to pull away from him, he grabs your arm tightly. “Please.. don’t let me go..” You nod, pulling his head onto your shoulder and running your fingers through his snow white hair. He sniffles a bit before continuing. 

     “He would call me a pet.. I couldn’t say it hurt because then he would make it hurt worse.. Y/N.. I was just a kid.. even when he finished, he would just beat me.. I begged so many times for him to hurry and kill me, Y/N, but he never would.. This lyrium in my skin meant too much..” 

    You have to work hard to keep your tears back as he speaks. A lot of emotions fill your chest hearing this. Still, anger is the most prominent. You can’t imagine Fenris being the kid who couldn’t defend himself, but sometimes you let it slip your mind that he was a slave. 

     “That’s why you didn’t meet us at the Hanged Man.. isn’t it?” He nods in your shoulder, finally wrapping his arms around you. His pointed hears brush your cheek, which makes you smile a bit. “Y/N.. I was hoping to.. drink myself to death today..” It hits you hard in the chest hearing that, but you aren’t terribly surprised, either. It has to be hell living with something like that. 

     “Fenris,” you squeeze him softly, “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” “What if he gets me again, Y/N?” “I will die before I allow him to take you.” He looks up, meeting your eyes. When he places his hand gently on your cheek, you find yourself smiling. “Y/N, I need you.” 

     His whisper makes butterflies erupt in your chest. He’s drunk, but you don’t stop him from pressing his lips gently to yours. His lips taste like the wine, but it’s still Fenris. Shy, reserved,maybe a bit unsure. 

     When he pulls back from the kiss, he smiles and presses his forehead to yours. “You are my strength, Y/N. I.. can’t get past this without you.” “You’re drunk, Fenris.” He chuckles lightly and wipes one of his eyes with the back of his hand. “Yes, but I’ll remember kissing you until the day I die.” 

     You two stay like that for a few minutes before he finally stands, pulling you with him. He kisses you one more time before stumbling over to his makeshift bed. “Stay with me tonight? I would.. appreciate the company.” Of course you agree to stay with him. 

      When you two get cozied up in each other’s embrace, he lets out a soft sigh. “Thank you for listening to me, Y/N. It means a lot.” You chuckle, already drowsy from lack of sleep. “Fenris,” your voice is heavy and tired, “I love you..” His eyes widen at the confession, but he can’t deny the thumping of his heart getting faster. “I-I.. I love you too, Y/N..” 

     From that day forward, Fenris vowed to never keep a secret from you again.

@katgalle 

[rookie-ramsey]

headcanons for if ethan and f!mc met as high schoolers?

Ethan and MC in high school.

(This was a super fun request! I could have written about this forever!)

Ethan and MC meet in the middle of Ethan’s senior year. Even though he attempts a few dates, Ethan is too focused on his studies to socialize much. He needs a 4.0 GPA to get the scholarship he wants for Hopkins, and that means setting priorities. 

Because of that, he finds it hard to relate to many of his peers. He never understands how teens his age, so close to adulthood, lack the ambition he has. 

MC is a sophomore who’s almost as committed to her grades as Ethan is, but she has a class clown streak and finds herself in detention a handful of times. Still, she manages to maintain straight As, so she considers herself accomplished. 

In fact, she and Ethan meet in detention.  

Ethan’s there because he corrected his health teacher’s inaccurate explanation on the spread of STIs, because apparently the public school system doesn’t tolerate telling the truth. 

MC is in detention for a far less heroic offense of telling an excessive number of knock knock jokes. Because of that, Ethan is rather astonished when he learns she has her heart set on medical school as well. 

They can’t talk much in detention, so they make plans to stay afterwards to talk about medicine. Everyone who walks past them thinks they’re big nerds, but they don’t really care.

They sit on the steps, talking about the injustices of the pharmaceutical companies, experimental trials they’ve read about, and rare illnesses they’re determined to find cures for.

MC finds herself immediately smitten with Ethan. After all, he’s a ridiculously attractive, intelligent senior who loves medicine. She can’t tell right away if he’s as attracted to her as she is to him, but a teenage girl can hope.

Ethan is, in fact, drawn to her. He’s a little more subdued about it, because he’s never pursued a serious relationship before. However, there’s something about MC that strikes him differently than any of the other girls he’s attempted to date.

When they run into each other at lunch, Ethan is fairly certain it wasn’t by accident judging by the way MC starts rambling. She invites herself to sit next to him, which Ethan doesn’t mind at all.

She’s the one who asks him on their first date. At first, Ethan stares at her in awe for so long that she’s afraid she messed up. To her surprise, he recovers from her shock and agrees.

Ethan picks her up that Friday night. He takes her to his favorite Italian restaurant and smirks with satisfaction when she admits that their pizza is far better than the chain restaurants she frequents. 

After dinner, MC wants to go roller skating. It’s then that she finds out that Ethan Freaking Ramsey is apparently good at everything, including skating. She’s the one who ends up almost face planting several times.

That date is just the first of many. More often than not, these dorks have study dates where they talk about their favorite medical journals. They find that they enjoy that just as much as (or more than) going out to the movies.

That’s not to say their relationship is without drama. They are, after all, teenagers in their first serious relationship. For the most part, they don’t fight. Sometimes, they butt heads, but they’re pretty good at working things out and keeping communication clear.

They also hold hands in the hallway. It’s disgustingly cute and Ethan knows they probably look ridiculous, but to his own surprise, he doesn’t care in the slightest.

When Ethan tells MC he’s never been to prom, MC is floored. At first, she thinks he’s joking. Once she realizes he’s dead serious, she decides that they’re going to prom. It’s Ethan’s senior year, and she’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to experience prom.

Ethan thinks the whole thing is a little ridiculous, but MC has her heart set on going to prom. She spends days dress shopping until she finds the perfect one. Of course, Ethan thinks she’ll look fine no matter what, but he’d be lying if he said that dress didn’t catch his eye.

Slow dancing is yet another thing that Ethan Ramsey can do. Even as a high schooler, this guy makes it a point to become good at everything. under. the. sun.

MC is a Cyndi Lauper enthusiast. When “Time After Time” plays, she knows damn well that she and Ethan have to slow dance to it. He puts his arms around her waist. She rests her head on his chest, and in this moment, Ethan knows exactly why she wanted to go to prom.

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Send headcanon requests here.

[natsukitakama]

Good day! Thank you so much for answering my prior message! :)

I would really like to read your own headcanons for de Nogaret! Looking very much forward to reading them! ♡

My request would be, maybe the reader is a smart teacher for Isabella and at first he doesn’t like them, but then he starts having feelings bc both are very intelligent. (maybe getting some Yandere tendencies ;))

I hope it’s not too much to ask or too complicated! Sorry if it is... change anything if you need to! :) I know you are probably busy yourself!

Thanks you so much in advance and sorry for the long message. 🥰

Author note : Hi there thank you for requesting some De Nogaret headcanon (it gave me excuse to watch Knightfall for the 775578 times LMAO) I hope you’ll enjoy this ♡ 

—>In this headcanon you’re a teacher sending by England to help Isabella getting ready for her new position as Princess of England and France. In would happen during season 2 events. 

i do not own the gif credit to @mari-kilkenni

Warning : Yandere tendencies (some toxic trait would be described here if you’re not comfortable with his it’s totally fine with it, also do not let an assholes treat you that way they don’t deserve you anyway) / Slight-NSFW / Mention of Isabella being the manipulative she is (love her though) / Some spoiler if you haven’t watch season 2

Masterlist

Okay first of all how dare you being close to Isabella ? How dare you make her smile or excited ? It should be his job not yours. 

I’m not lying, at first De Nogaret hated you, I mean how could he ? You succeed while he failed : getting close to Isabella (I mean next time William don’t spy a woman when she makes love and pretend it was her boyfriend maybe she would love you). 

So you barely interact together which was a shame since you were attracted to him, I mean the man is gorgeous, smart, AND he has some respect when it came to women which during this period should be cherish. 

Anyway 

You were recruited by the king as Isabella’s English teacher, since her marriage with the Prince of England was now official, King Phillip wanted everything to be good especially when it came to his daughter behavior. 

So at first you were supposed to teach her English, english’s etiquette. But then since you were very smart for a woman (I hated myself for writing this but you know educate girl wasn’t common), you then started to teach her history, some notion of science, literature, politic. 

It took you a long time before getting close to Isabella, because obviously she wasn’t fond of an English woman coming to « raise her » to become a submissive woman. But much to her surprise it’s not what you did, instead of telling her how much she should be happy to marry her futur husband you apologize because you know how the prince was in really life. You also told her you weren’t here to transform her into a submissive little girl, you wanted her to be the greatest princess of the whole country, you wanted her to become strong not a puppet for her husband. 

She obviously like it. 

So you two grown quite fond of each other, and of course De Nogaret who lose Isabella’s affectation after what he did, was angry. He tried to convince the King that it didn’t make sense for a English girl to teach Isabella since France got plenty of capable teacher which the king brush it without explanation. 

Not gonna lie at first you weren’t excited to move from France, but then you somehow take pity of Isabella especially since you know about the prince of England behavior and how the English’s court could be sometimes. You know it would be a pain for her, it would take everything to not just run away, if you were at her shoes you wouldn’t do it. 

So you decided to give her every weapons to become strong. 

Obviously you and De Nogaret should work together, especially because you wanted to teach her basic knowledge about law. But he refused claiming that it wasn’t something you could learn easily, that he doesn’t make sense to teach her basic since English’s law was the opposite. So you argued that even though it wasn’t the same she could at least help her future husband during meeting to explain him how France is working. 

He just scoff and look at you right into the eyes, telling you to do your job and just moved. 

Despite acting like an ass, you couldn’t help but just look at his face especially his plumpy lips wondering how they would feel yours or on your teeth as you would bite it gently. 

You know the man was troubled, at some point Isabella confessed what happened between those two and you confront him about it. 

Never ever he expected a woman to actually have the balls to just press him against a wall to put some sense into him. 

The fact that you were scolding him was a huge turn on for him, he didn’t want to admit him but he found you very attractive and the fact that you were so smart and yet so curious about everything really pleased him. And now you acted dominant on him ? After that he daydreamed about you being on top of him, or riding him on his chair maybe if he was good he would allow you to tell him what to do. 

At some point, some sexual’s attraction was everywhere when you two met. Both of you couldn’t care less when the Prince was teasing you or De Nogaret, you always something to tell me like « Maybe, are you jealous though ? ». No one expect you to be sassy but you were (Isabella loved you even more but it’s not the point here) 

You decided to flirt with him, since he didn’t seem to make a move even though he was clearly into you (did he think you never noticed when he was eyes fucking you during your lesson with Isabella ? You never said anything because you did the same to him) 

You teased him at first, like when you saw him on your walk to take a bath you tease him like « I’m going to take a bath William you’re free to come have a watch if you want or come », it should bother him to be teased about his voyeurism’s behavior but he doesn’t in fact he turned him on. 

What you never known is never waits for you to give him the go-ahed to start watching you, he started the moment he felt that it was more than a simple crush. At first it was just getting an eye on you everytime like, when you were outside he’ll send someone to watch you, when you were teaching Isabella he looked at the room and listened to be sure everything was fine. Then, he started to watch you during your sleep or when you were taking a bath. He soon became obsessed, he needed your attention no he craves for it. 

That’s how things turn well weird. At first when you two decided to see each other, you never noticed how possessive he was around you I mean when he was jealous you tease him but then kiss him finding his behavior quite charming. What you didn’t know that everytime someone give you a compliment or even dare flirting with you, they’ll be found dead on newt day and when he couldn’t kill them he would find a way to put them into a jail. You never seemed to notice, maybe you were blind because he treated you so well, always know what to say in the good time. 

Don’t blind yourself he lies all the time, he manipulates everyone including his own king so of course he won’t bother with you. If somehow you noticed him acting strange, or get to hear something you shouldn’t he will always find a way to make you believe that you misunderstood this or he was acting so he could catch them. 

Definetly use sex at his advantage, during day like that he would put extra effort in the foreplay he would worship you more than usual, please more than usual everything so you would never expect him to lie to you. 

He has develop a thing when you two are actually arguing and he felt that you might leave or anything he would put both of his hand on your cheeks and would speak softly, stroking your cheeks telling you that he shouldn’t raise his voice against you and would « force » (convince) you that you were wrong and that you were eager to apologize 

Although he would never shut you away when you were getting on his never, he would find a way to put you in your bedroom and would scold you like a dad would to his children and since he is very good at it you would believe that you were in fault and spend you whole day crying until he would finally come to see you and you just run into his arm to apologize. 

That’s how strong he is, even though you were a strong and independant woman he was just stronger than you, he got you around his pinkie but since he was deeply in love with you he would do nothing that might hurt you… physically. He won’t hesitate to manipule you so you’ll always be with him. No matter what.  

[ofeva]

⌠ REINA HARDESTY, 21, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, EVANGELINE ASTOR! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in MEDICAL TRAINING + COVERT OPERATIONS; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (lace bralettes under pressed collared shirts, the sound of mozart’s piano sonata no. 11 echoing from another room, reading at candlelight with a bottle of merlot, holding your breath underwater until your lungs burst). when it’s the (taurus)’s birthday on 5/12/99, they always request their EGG CUSTARD TART from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kati, 23, she/her, est ⍀ @gallagherintro

STATS / PINTEREST / CONNECTIONS / CLASSES

INSPIRATION.

camille preaker – sharp objects

ophelia – hamlet

marla singer – fight club

mia wallace – pulp fiction

celeste wright – big little lies

hester argyll – ordeal by innocence

melisandre – game of thrones

BACKGROUND + CLICK FOR BIO.

tbh i wrote these bullets and the bio is better if you have time for it. but if not: 

so, james and elizabeth weren’t supposed to have children...they tried and they just couldn’t do it ! at an older age, they wound up adopting evangeline, their heir and saving grace. eva doesn’t know anything about her birth parents, she was adopted as a baby.

james and elizabeth were very strict about eva’s upbringing and she was a lonely child. she didn’t understand why they didn’t want her playing with other children, why they got so upset when she did typical child things like coming home covered in dirt and climbing trees. 

she was a very imaginative child and therefore made up her own friends, playing in the woods as she pictures elves, fairies, and goblins, telling herself stories and creating her own adventures. it helped ease the loneliness, but she was always a little...strange. the other children called her names. she never really outgrew it. 

when eva stumbles home one night with bloody knees, patched up by the nanny, she can hear her parents whisper: "maybe this was a mistake. we weren't ready." 

eva has a wild imagination and likes to talk about how her room is haunted sometimes, always making up stories about ghosts and things she hears in the woods. the sort of thing a normal parent would dismiss, but her mother seems visibly nervous. 

on eva’s twelfth birthday, it all makes sense: eva is not their first child. james and elizabeth managed to have one child before her, named isabella. she was sickly from the day she was born, and now eva understands why your james and elizabeth are so concerned about cleanliness, why she can't go play with the other kids. isabella never turned twelve. eva’s been walking the halls of the astor estate like the ghost of a girl she never knew existed, she never had a fucking chance.

she goes to school in the city and she attempts to persevere, to be the daughter that james and elizabeth want. her grades are immaculate, she shows strokes of genius and she devours books faster than most people can get through a chapter. james and elizabeth think it might be easier if they send eva to prep school, away from their home. they say that she’s just too smart, but evangeline knows the truth deep down ; they don’t want her there.

she goes to a rich, private school in new england and easily sticks out like a sore thumb. so, she learns to assimilate, emulating characters from her favorite stories, trying to bend herself into someone else that people might like. eva has a hard time being herself.

assimilation, covert operations, these are not the only skills she gains as she tries to fit in with your peers. a study she does for her science project about the effects of teenage vaping is published in an academic journal. it's funny because eva loves nicotine herself. she knows better than anyone what that shit does to her lungs, but she’s too in love with the aesthetic tbh. she just doesn’t care.

welcome to the breaking point ! as it’s been mentioned, eva doesn’t really fit in with the cool crowd and high schoolers can be vicious. there’s a group of mean girls she often clashes with. eva likes to sneak out at night with a bottle of merlot and a flashlight and read, but one night some girls follow her. they start pushing her around and she pushes back just a little too hard, and lucy prescott tumbles down the side of a hill.

oh, lucy prescott is fine.

she’s just a bitch about her broken leg and busted elbow and her dad is a big donor, so eva gets fucking expelled and loses her scholarship. no college is gonna accept her now. she doesn’t know how to tell her parents, fearful of being a disappointment.

in the airport, she’s given strange letter. apparently, her parents don’t know anything...someone’s covered the incident up and she’s been accepted into a college that she didn’t even apply for. a school for espionage with a straightforward track to mi6. eva’s parents are so proud, they start bragging about her...but it’s too little too late. the bitterness that's grown inside of her heart is there because they only care about her successes, and she knows they’d never support her in her failures and fuck ups. they don’t see her for who she really is and they don’t care.

she gets on pretty well in school, but it quickly becomes clear that she’s most interested in people. what makes them tick, what makes their heart beat, how the blood courses through their veins. so, she transfers to gallagher academy because it offers a medical training program that her spy school in london doesn’t. at least...that’s the story. 

WARNING...ACCESSING TOP SECRET INFORMATION...

yeah, that spy school isn’t just any spy school. it’s fucking CALEDONIA. eva easily gets obsessed with things and her latest is the world of espionage. what’s special about caledonia? the students there have nothing to lose. caledonia is all eva has left, and it’s all that she knows to be loyal to. 

mr. stewart noticed her when no one else did. he tells her that he's been watching her for a long time, that she’s so much more than her family's prowess or the expectations she could never live up to. it makes her feel valuable, worth something. he is the parent she’s always wanted.

she’s no longer competing against a ghost of a sister that no longer exists. no, her competition is tangible, real, and so much more annoying: his name is cole conner. 

so, meet eva’s new obsession. as her years at caledonia progress together, he’s one step ahead of her at every turn. it’s true that she spends late nights studying, but it’s not just medical journals. it’s everything. it’s how to be the best at everything. 

when cole is sent on the gallagher mission, eva is not even surprised. of course he would, he's the favorite. but months go by with no word, it almost seems like he's doing nothing at all, and rumors turn in the mill. in short: he sucks. so, mr. stewart asks eva to start in the fall and work alongside cole. she’ll be a transfer student, repeating a year to catch up on medical credits that her old school lacked, and she’ll also take on the second specialization of covert ops, to keep an eye on cole, of course.

PERSONALITY.

CREATIVE. eva is very much lost in her mind sometimes, but she’s always full of new ideas, new thoughts, and has an uncanny ability to keep herself occupied. she’s hardly ever bored and as much as she likes to read, she also likes to write, keeping notebooks full of random scribblings mostly, but the occasional poem or short story will come to fruition. 

RESILIENT. she’s been through a lot and continues to take it. the home where she grew up could leave anyone battered down and discouraged, but every time someone else wins, eva gets back up and continues to fight. whether it’s against her parents, against the world, or against, well, cole, she’ll bite back at what stands in her way despite the fact that obstacles keep coming up over and over again. she does not give up.

INTELLIGENT. eva is just really smart! how else can you say it? she has a voracious appetite for learning, for getting her hands on as much of the world as she can, and she is genuinely clever and calculating, the the point where she hasn’t been able to fit in with her peers growing up. that’s why schools that specialize in teaching gifted people, like gallagher, are the best fit for her. she can find her people. 

HEDONISTIC. however, the one thing about her is that she is not exactly disciplined, and it’s probably what sets her behind her rivals; she’s hopelessly self-indulgent, engaging in activities that make her happy over what she’s being told to do. that’s why she has a weakness for good wine, for staying up way too late, for reading an entire book in a day because she can’t hold back. 

OBSESSIVE. eva is so prone to obsession! she can’t stop herself when she fixates on something and yes, this can be a strength when she is trying to learn or accomplish her goals, but it’s a bit much. she puts all of herself into everything and she can’t just casually like something by half – either she’s so bored by it or she is all in. – “i never really learned how to like something. i always let it consume me.” 

IDEALISTIC. always unrealistically aiming for a perfection she can’t achieve, she holds herself and others to impossible standards. she does this in relationships too, which is probably why she finds herself falling in love with fictions at times, sometimes lacking the perception to separate her dreams and her realities. she’s a dangerous enemy but a powerful ally because of this. she doesn’t fear going after what she wants. i actually have no idea if she’s ever been in love or if she’s just emulating the idea of love that she reads about in literature. 

HEADCANONS.

eva’s reasons for doing things: 1) spite. or 2) the aesthetic. eva is so fucking about the aesthetic, it’s literally why she smokes cigarettes or wears skirts on a windy day, she can’t stop herself. catch her in the forest, drinking a bottle of wine and reading her book by CANDLELIGHT when she could just sit inside by a lamp but no, she has to look fucking feral at all times.

does not really have a sleep schedule. she’ll just sleep when she’s tired, kind of just collapses when she feels like she should. time isn’t real, she likes the nighttime, sleeps whenever.

loves used bookstores and will probably bribe fourth years to bring her back books that are worn and loved when they go into roseville. just likes the feeling of worn down paper, slightly smudged ink, and the annotations of a stranger.

her favorite weather is rain and thunderstorms! for the aesthetic a bit, she will be melancholy for the sake of it, sitting by the window with a cup of tea, just thinking, journaling, writing poems about a lost lover and how she misses being tangled up in bedsheets, forgetting her own name. so dramatic.

used to be on a swim team as a kid and zoom zooms in the water, she’s not very fast on land but she’s a fucking shark !!! 

grew up with piano lessons and can play the piano. sometimes writes her own music but it’s mostly for herself, will write songs about the people that she cares for. she’s talented!

her parents were much older when they adopted her and due to the secluded nature of her upbringing, most of her interests are older movies, older classic novels, older music...the stuff from the house she grew up in, she has old-fashioned taste. 

does not really understand or use social media :/ tiktok terrifies her, doesn’t like the idea of the government having her info so. she is not really on any social networking, but she can be reached via text of course! does like emojis! 

do i have to say it........obviously she’s bisexual......please forthe love of god if she doesn’t kiss a girl in the woods while she’s here i will lose my damn mind. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

FELLOW BOOK LOVERS? someone who’s into reading like she is, perhaps she will join the book club but they stay up late and discuss poems together and they just love to talk about media! maybe someone who’s a little more hip to contemporary things and can expose eva to some different genres, or get her to read some cheesy ridiculous romances or YA that she never would’ve touched otherwise. or they’re snobs like her. i’m just thinking rly hard about this pin. 

MESSY EX PLS. hmm oh my god give me someone for eva to obsess over, please? not even in a positive way, but i’d love someone from her past; they could’ve met a) in america while she went to school there, b) her summers in london, c) any of her summer travels, maybe a summer romance...literally i’m down to work with anywhere in the world, but this would be someone that knows TOO MUCH about her and therefore she has to avoid them due to her role as a double agent, but she probably really wants to talk to them. they probably ended on bad terms without much closure but honestly, she can’t talk to them. terrified they’ll catch her in a lie, they just know her too damn well. 

SOMEONE WHO IS SUSPICIOUS OF HER. they think she’s a bit odd, and while eva is good....there’s good spies at gallagher too and they just get a bad vibe from her. ask her a lot of questions, think she’s strange, and after the brotherhood bullshit last year, they’re wary of a new transfer student. eva is determined to give your character the runaround. 

CRUSH. obviously eva is prone to obsession anyways, so let me have your dreamy, interesting muse that she can idealize in her head and write some poems about, maybe they vibe and talk about books and they have the same fave book and so she’s like instant heart eyes but obv. can’t and won’t do anything about it ever <3 she will act like this. i can see maybe this person being a legacy or someone eva needs to learn more about n she just becomes obsessed with them on a personal level too. 

KINDRED SPIRITS. best friends but like they click INSTANTLY ah ! literally it’s like they’re soul mates, they have shared interests and they can spend all night talking. this is someone that eva is also tempted to reveal all of herself to but she can’t. she doesn’t feel bad about lying but she does to this person because they click on such an intimate level that it feels like they’ve known one another forever. terribly sad betrayal to come later <3 homies but make it dark academia tbh. also a vibe. also this.

SECRET FWB. obviously because of her job she prob shouldn’t be getting distracted or involved with anyone, but! sometimes a girl has needs. they probably sneak around a lot and they don’t really understand eva’s need for keeping things so secret? but she’s trying to keep the other agents like cecilia, cole, & allister from knowing that she’s being self-indulgent. 

OPPOSITES ATTRACT FRIENDSHIP. give me your sunshine girls, your sparkly pink princesses, your muses that are always laughing...eva is attracted to her light and wants to be around her all the time, finds her adorable and compelling! they’re very different in energy but they find each other fascinating and eva finds her energy just so infectious, this girl makes eva feel optimistic about life and she adores her. would protect this girl with her life. 

FLIRTATIONSHIP. this. probably like a flirtationship where they don’t take each other seriously or where she flirts with your muse a lot because she finds it funny and your muse continually puts down her advances but it’s all like jokes and amusing. 

PEOPLE FROM HER PAST. not a ton of these obviously, but i wouldn’t mind one or two people that kind of make her squirm. maybe the angst of old friends that lost touch would be really fun? i’m a sucker for ex-friend things and then we can build them back up or ruminate in the awkwardness, whatever the vibe turns out to be. 

PEN PAL. obviously eva was a lonely child so she found ways to make her own fun or...make her own friends. whether through an exchange program at school or something she found on the internet, these two have been writing letters for years. i feel like she stuck with it because she was such a lonely person whereas most people lose touch or you’re a kid so you forget about it. they probably graduated to text message over the years. 

CARETAKER? idk someone who is like an older sibling figure to evangeline. she’s obviously never had that in her life, but someone who...sees that she’s struggling and wants to look after her? develops a soft spot for her? she’s like their weird daughter/younger sister/whatever and we love that. like that quote....ur such a soft and messy thing, no one knows how to take care of you...but this person does <3 holding her hair when she’s had too much wine, giving her tissues when her fave character in a book dies, etc.

GENERAL SPY STUFF. obviously eva is trying to get the best of cole and learn about her classmates so we’ll get to that. but also, eva is really interested in characters that cole is close to/cole cares about ... she shall be asking them lots of things and reporting back to mr. stewart, thanks.

also down to plot dynamics among classmates, roommates, and things relating to caledonia or whatever else, we can always just vibe with it. 

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a   meta   on   montynessa   vanessa   and   romance   cause   i’m   always   emotional.

note:   this   is   of   course   able   to   change   if   ever   a   monty   or   a   johnny   show   up   and   we   plot   something   different.   failing   that   ,   this   is   the   default   course   of   their   relationship.

                    let’s   start   this   off   by   saying   that   vanessa   is   every   bit   the   hopeless   romantic   that   candace   is.   she   wants   to   be   in   love   ,   she   wants   to   hold   hands   and   go   on   dates   and   have   all   those   dumb   ,   cheesy   moments   that   couples   do.   that   being   said   ,   vanessa’s   outlook   on   love   and   romance   is   a   little   more   realistic   than   candace’s.   she   doesn’t   remember   much   about   her   parents’   divorce   ,   but   she   knows   that   they   really   did   love   each   other.   she   remembers   that   much.   and   she   knows   that   passionate   ,   wholesome   love   can   sour   or   dissipate   if   the   couple   doesn’t   bother   to   communicate   ,   or   fails   to   understand   one   another.   she   would   love   it   if   her   romances   lasted   forever   ,   but   she   understands   very   clearly   that   it   isn’t   likely.

                    vanessa   knows   what   she   wants   and   isn’t   afraid   to   go   after   it.   she   isn’t   shy.   talking   to   the   object   of   her   affection   doesn’t   turn   her   into   a   stuttering   ,   blushy   mess.   the   first   crush   we   see   her   have   (   johnny   )   isn’t   some   stranger   ;   it’s   someone   she   has   already   known   and   already   has  a   connection   with   and   already   has   a   lot   in   common   with.   while   she’s   shocked   that   heinz   went   through   her   notebook   ,   she   isn’t   embarrassed   to   realize   her   dad   knows   who   she   has   a   crush   on.   heinz   even   encourages   it   by   inviting   johnny   to   her   birthday   party.   we   see   throughout   his   various   attempts   at   getting   dates   that   heinz   ,    too   ,   is   a   hopeless   romantic.   he   isn’t   some   disgusting   ,   misogynistic    pos   who   thinks   that   his   daughter   is   his   property   ,   either.   points   to   heinz.   point   is   ,   though   ,   that   she’s   forward   ,   and   she’s   used   to   being   open   about   her   emotions   ,   for   the   most   part.   (   she   even   lays   her   head   on   johnny’s   shoulder   during   her   birthday   party   ,   before   they’re   actually   dating   ,   because   she’s   apparently   very   good   at   flirting   ,   you   go   girl.    )

                    continuing   on   the   thread   that   vanessa   knows   what   she   wants   ,   she   also   knows   very   clearly   how   she   should   be   treated.   her   dad’s   been   a   decent   role   model   in   this   aspect.   his   attempts   at   pleasing   her   are   based   mostly   on   what   he   would   have   liked   at   her   age   ,   but   he   does   still   try   to   make   her   happy.    she’s   used   to   being   treated   well.   not   as   the   most   important   thing   at   any   given   moment   ,   but   as   one   of   them.   she   craves   open   communication   and   honesty   ,   and   she   wants   to   feel   important.   she   breaks   up   with   johnny   because   he   acts   as   if   video   games   are   more   important   than   her   ,   but   she   says   “   that’s   it!   ”   before   breaking   up   with   him   ,   suggesting   that   there   are   more   instances   in   which   he   hasn’t   treated   her   the   way   she   wants   to   be   treated.   we   find   out   later   that   this   is   likely   the   case.   in   doof   101   ,   johnny   can’t   take   no   for   an   answer.   when   the   episode   takes   place   ,   they’ve   been   broken   up   for   about   two   months   ,   vanessa’s   presumably   in   a   relationship   with   monty   ,   and   johnny   still   won’t   let   up.   vanessa   doesn’t   have   any   interest   in   him   ,   but   she   still   greets   him.   he   takes   vanessa’s   interest   in   seeing   him   turned   back   into   a   human   as   a   sign   that   she   still   likes   him   ,   which   she   very   much   doesn’t.   hell   ,   he   kidnaps   her   ,   like   fucking   king   kong.   johnny   gives off   major   nice   guy™   vibes.   vanessa   was   right   to   get   out   when   she   did.   she   knows   how   she   should   be   treated   and   that   was   not   it.

                    when   vanessa   meets monty   ,   he   swoops   in   to   save   her   ,   perry   ,   and   her   dad   from   rodrigo   ,   an   evil   scientist   in   the   making.   she’s   pretty   clearly   attracted   to   him   from   the   get-go   ,   and   she’s   very   clear   about   it   ,   saying   ,   “   i think it’s time i tried a good guy   ,   ”   while   she   and   monty   make   eye   contact.   liking   someone   she   barely   knows   is   new   to   her   ;   her   previous   crush   ,   and   all   the   crushes   before   it   (   in   my   headcanons   )   ,   have   all   been   people   she’s   already   known.   however   ,   while   the   attraction   is   obvious   ,   she   has   no   interest   in   going   after   it.   that   attraction   is   left   unmentioned   until   they   meet   up   accidentally   in   a  coffee   shop.   

                    it’s   there   that   she   starts   an   actual   conversation.   there’s   a   whole   moment   where   she   looks   at   him   ,   recognizes   him   ,   and   pauses.   she   thinks   about   it.   and   then   she   talks   to   him.   she   contemplates   her   attraction   to   him   and   her   previous   relationship   with   a   “   bad   boy.   ”   then   she   decided   to   go   after   him.   she’s   a   hopeless   romantic   ,   and   she   hoped   it’d   all   work   out   in   the   end   ,   despite   his   being   an   agent   working   against   her   dad.   hope   rises   even   more   when   they   realize   what   tastes   they   share   and   how   much   they   have   in   common.   and   they   do   have   a   lot   in   common   ,   even   outside   their   coffee   order   (   cappuccino   with   chocolate   powder   on   top   and   a   ginger   scone   ,   please   )    .   their   dads   expect   one   thing   ,   they   want   another.   they   have   a   similar   sense   of   humor.   he   makes   her   laugh.   they   have   the   same   reaction   to   their   family   being   mocked. or   ,   in   laymen’s   terms   ,   the   same   sense   of   loyalty.   although   their   date   ends   in   an   argument   ,   both   of   them   are   eager   to   spend   time   together   again.   neither   apologizes   ,   neither   backs   down   ,   and   they   don’t   have   to   ;   they   understand   each   other.

                    worth   noticing   is   that   this   is   the   first   relationship   vanessa’s   ever   had   to   keep   a   secret   from   her   father.   vanessa   is   very   open   about   her   relationship   with   johnny   to   heinz.   she   even   breaks   up   with   him   in   heinz’s   house.   she   is   comfortable   enough   and   open   enough   in   her   relationship   with   her   father   that   she   feels  safe   moping   about   a   breakup   near   him   ,   and   he   knows   enough   about   that   relationship   to   tell   johnny   ,   “   didn’t   vanessa   dump   you?   ”   while   she   might   not   tell   her   dad   everything   ,   she   never   hides   things   from   him   either.   and   she   has   to   hide   this   not   just   from   her   dad   ,   but   from   her   mother   too   ,   as   charlene   is   likely   to   talk   to   heinz   about   any   boy   vanessa   brings   around.   the   only   person   who   can   really   know   about   any   of   this   is   her   best   friend   lacy   (   maybe   ,   if   she’s   not   shit   at   keeping   secrets   )   and   perry   the   platypus.   keeping   secrets   is   new   to   her.   but   she   does   it!   partially   because   ,    yes   ,   sneaking   around   makes   the   relationship   all   that   more   appealing   (   she   is   a   teenager   ,   after   all   )   but   mostly   because   she   likes   monty.   she   likes   the   way   he   makes   her   feel   ,   the   way   he   makes   her   laugh   ,   she   likes   making   him   laugh   and   making   him   feel   special.   she   likes   who   he   makes   her.

                    however   ,   in   “   act   your   age   ,   ”   ten   years   after   the   show   takes   place   ,   vanessa   and   monty   have   split.   this   isn’t   surprising   in   real   life   ;   a   lot   of   people   don’t   marry   their   high   school   sweethearts.   however   ,   for   a   show   like   phineas   and   ferb   ,   it   is   noteworthy.   candace   and   jeremy   get   married   in   every   and   any   version   of   the   future.   phineas   and   isabella   always   end   up   together.   i   don’t   take   everything   in   “   act   your   age   ”   as   canon.   it   felt   more   like   some   very   well   produced   fanservice.   while   i   am   willing   to   explore   ferb   and   vanessa’s   relationship   as   adults   ,   it   feels   . . .   slimy   that   they   were   made   canon.   those are just my two cents on the issue. anyway   ,   ten   years   into   the   future   ,   whether   or   not   vanessa   and   ferb   do   end   up   together   ,   vanessa   and   monty   have   broken   up.   vanessa   does   not   initiate   the   breakup   ;   monty   does.   monty   fell   out   of   love   with   vanessa   ,   while   vanessa   only   fell   deeper   into   it.   vanessa   loved   him.   she   loved   the   way   he   made   her   feel   ,   loved   the   way   they   joked   together   ,   loved   his   innate   goodness   ,   despite   his   sarcasm   and   sass.   

                    vanessa’s   morals   are   slightly   looser   than   monty’s   own   ;   she   isn’t   good   or   evil.   he   very   much   is.   her   moral   grayness   was   the   main   issue   in   their   relationship   as   they   grew   older   ,   and    that   snowballed   into   larger   issues   ,   which   grew   into   fights.   their   breakup   was   messy   and   drawn   out.   they   would   have   loud   ,   exhausting   arguments.   neither   one   would   apologize   or   back   down   ,   very   similarly   to   their   first   fight.   then   ,   in   the   morning   ,   they   would   pretend   things   were   alright   again.   they   would   never   talk   about   it   ,   because   talking   about   their   issues   would   dissolve   into   another   argument.   monty   eventually   decided   that   their   relationship   wasn’t   worth   it   anymore.   although   he   cared   about   her   deeply   ,   and   it   hurt   him   to   hurt   her   ,   he   couldn’t   say   that   he   was   in   love   with   her   anymore.

                    she   doesn’t   beg   him   to   stay.   she   respects   his   choices   and   when   he   broke   up   with   her   ,   she   gathered   her   courage   ,   said   okay  ,   and   mourned   by   herself.   she   was   inconsolable   for   a   month.   cried   herself   to   sleep   for   weeks.   she   was   still   very   much   in   love   with   him   ,   and   this   breakup   hits   her   like   a   freight   train.   it   takes   her   a   long   time   to   be   okay   ,   to   be   able   to   listen   to   love   songs   without   crying.   she   wears   his   hoodie   to   sleep   long   after   they’ve   broken   up.   while   she   genuinely   wants   the   best   for   him   ,   wants   him   to   be   happy   however   he   can   be   ,   she   still   desperately   wants   him   to   be   happy   with   her.

                    when   this   breakup   happens   changes   according   to   my   mood   and   to   the   verse   ,   tbh.   for   the   most   part   ,   it   happens   in   the   middle   of   her   college   career   ,   when   she’s   well   into   her   twenties.   they’d   been   living   together   for   at   least   a   year   at   the   time.   vanessa   decides   to   move   into   her   father’s   house   instead   of   her   mother’s   ,   mostly   because   she   feels   like   he   can   relate   more.   this   breakup   is   one   of   the   reasons   she   graduates   a   little   late   from   college   ,   as   she   takes   a   semester   off   to   focus   on   herself.   the   other   part   is   that   she   does   want   to   keep   up   with   her   youtube   posting   ,   as   she   enjoys   that   very   much.

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Isabella [Namjoon x Reader]

Requests opened // m.list 

Genre: Cute // Fluff 

Summary:  Hi im new to your page, ive read everything in the past few days[stalker much], and i normally never request anything but i really enjoyed your writing so i was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction or head canon: The reader is Latina/American and has a baby daughter and shes hesitant abt dating but she sees how sweet they are with her (sorry if its to specific, i have a 6 month old babygirl and i rarely see stuff abt teen moms or single moms

A/N: Aww sweetie, thank you so much. It means the world to me that you like my writing. That’s so adorable that you’re a mom, I love that this fandom is so diverse. I’ll be happy to give you a little headcanon :)  

“How’s Bella doing?” a soft voice asked from the bedroom door. You didn’t even glance back at him because you knew Namjoon’s eyes were on you. He came over when you texted him about Isabella having a small fever. She was your first child, and you really didn’t know what to do. Of course, you had your family around, but sadly most of them were on vacation. The only person you could have called happened to be your best friend, Namjoon. Thankfully, he had today off, so he came over as soon as possible. 

You held Isabella in your arms, her small fingers curled around your shirt as her tummy pressed against your breast. Her ear was right above your beating heart. The soft pounds of it sending her into overdrive as she fell asleep rather quickly. Her body still felt warm to the touch, but not as bad as before. When you finally turned around, Namjoon noticed that Isabella was fast asleep. In this observation, he put his hands up as to silently apologize and take a step backward. 

After a few moments of small squirming, you set Isabella on her back. She lied down in her little bassinet, fists still clenched from before. You grazed some of her beautiful locks out of her eyes and pulled the baby monitor close. Then, you carefully removed yourself from the bedroom, keeping the door open. Pushing some strands of hair aside, you finally were able to answer Namjoon’s question from before. 

“I called her doctor, and she told me to give her some medicine.” You mentioned placing the monitor beside you on the couch, your eyes moving back and forth from it as you sat next to Namjoon. 

Today, he wore something rather simple. Considering that his fashion tastes were all over the place, you were a little shocked to see him in his outfit. He had a rather sizeable pink jumper on with black jeans. His large hands were hiding in the sleeves as it seemed like he was cold. Today, his hair wasn’t gelled back or even styled like it usually would be. Instead, his long bangs fell over his eyebrows, and his hair was bleached blond. 

“I’m assuming you’re getting ready to go back to America?” You questioned, leaning back against the armrest of the couch. You didn’t want to spend too much time talking about Isabella, considering that he probably didn’t want to hear you gush about her. If only you knew that Namjoon loved it whenever you poured about Bella. He loved it, especially when you brought her to the studio for everyone to coo over. 

Namjoon pushed past the question, leaning in and grabbing the monitor. His eyes watched as Isabella moved slightly to the right. A faint smile spread across his lips, and you were tempted to reach out and touch them. Little did Namjoon know you had a crush on him, one that was kind of obvious to those looking inward. But you really weren’t interested in a relationship right now. The reason being was you had Isabella to think of. 

After her father ditched, you were left to raise her on your own. Your family moved out to Seoul a little over five years ago, and you had become friends with Namjoon through the process. You watched his group grow, and you supported him throughout his journey. However, he was more of a father to Isabella than her birth father ever could be. 

“I don’t want to leave for America if Bella isn’t alright,” Namjoon mentions moving his head back up to glance at you. With his beautiful big eyes, he stares back. A look of concern filling him as he watches you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. You bit the bottom of your lip, turning your head just a little to the side. Then proceeding to reach out and snatch the monitor from him. 

Just so that you could look into it without looking at him. “My doctor said that if I keep giving her the medicine that I picked up,” you proceed. “That she would be fine within a couple of days.” you finish watching as Isabella moves just a tiny bit from where she was lying. You flash a small smile, watching her chest rise and fall as she was sleeping away her fever. 

You heard Namjoon sighing just a little. If it was a sigh of relief, you didn’t particularly know. Instead, you focused on your baby girl before glancing back up at him. This time, you felt his body shift as he moved inwards. Glancing at you still as his head tilted just a little. He proceeds to flash you a smile, his dimples now showing as you could feel a small surge of blood cover your cheeks. 

“That’s amazing,” he mentions reaching out to graze his fingers across your skin. You shiver slightly, unaware by how much his touch effects you. You couldn’t deny that Namjoon was amazing with Isabella. He was always there when you needed him, still picking up clothes, and even changing diapers for you. He would often come over whenever he had time, take her off your hands for a couple of hours, and make sure you were doing alright. 

You loved how sweet he was with her, but once again, you were hesitant with dating him. You knew that it could have been a great idea too, but with how busy BTS was, it meant that Namjoon would also be. You needed someone who was going to be present in Isabella’s life. Not someone who would show up when he got the time off, or when he just so happened to be in the area. Sighing, you shift yourself off the couch, taking the monitor in your hand as you proceed to move into the kitchen. 

Namjoon didn’t know exactly what to say, as he wanted to lean in and give you a kiss. He felt differently about you and wanted to be there for Isabella. He wanted to be her father, despite not being related to her in any way. He cared about you both and wanted to see you two thrive. Especially Isabella as she had already stolen his heart. He watches your body move into the kitchen, noting how you started to prepare yourself a small snack as well as grabbing some medicine and other things for her. 

“When do you leave again?” You question unscrewing the top of her bottle and putting the medicine in. You place the container and its content back in the fridge, your body not turning as Namjoon answers. 

“Sunday,” he mentions shifting himself back on the couch. You nod again, bringing your hand back up to your neck. Rubbing it gently as you were debating the possibility to meet him before he left. Sighing, you tilted your head downwards, your hands grasping the edge of the counter. 

You loved Namjoon, but you didn’t know if you were ready to take the next steps with him. 

[iloveduinsecret]

Kay. Headcanon for Everyone in the Cullen fam has been figuratively dying in anticipation. Alice saw a vision where Rosalie’s mate should be coming any day now and honestly everyone’s been wondering and imagining who could fill the role of being Rosalie Hale’s mate? It seemed like the world was laughing when Rosalie first caught site of the mess that was Isabella Swan: diehard biology nerd with glasses that should NoT look that cute on her, stoner on the weekends, and prone to falling over air

Oh god I love stoner Bella so much

• Alice had the vision two weeks before Bella arrived in Forks.

• At first, Rosalie refused to believe it was true.

• Honestly, the entire family had a hard time believing it.

• The Cullens had a family meeting to discuss what to do about it all.

• They decided to proceed with business as usual, but to keep an eye out for any new vampire scents in the area.

• As the days passed, Rosalie got more and more anxious.

• It got so bad that Jasper had a hard time being around her.

• Whenever anyone would ask her about it, she would lash out and say that the vision was bullshit anyways.

• Emmett was the one who started the bet.

• Whoever guessed the general area the new vampire would come from won.

• Loser had to buy the winner a new car of their choice.

• Jasper bet it would be someone from the Southern U.S.

• Edward guessed it would be someone from Europe.

• Emmett argued that it was fair to bet the entire Northern Hemisphere.

• Alice sat in the corner and rubbed her head. She was frustrated that the vampire had to be someone she hadn’t met yet.

• Carlisle and Esme were the only ones who noticed how badly Rosalie was spiraling.

• They took her hunting. Just the three of them.

• After they fed, they sat her down and tried to explain the mate bond to her. How it was a good thing. How a true mate would never, ever hurt her.

• Rosalie was shaking the whole time.

• She tried to explain that the entire thing felt like when her parents set her up with Royce.

• She couldn’t physically feel sick, but physically, she felt sick.

• Esme held her as she sobbed. She didn’t want it, she didn’t want it, she didn’t want it.

• The sight of her broke Carlisle’s heart.

• Esme wanted to find Royce’s grave and re-break his bones.

• Bella came to Forks the very next day.

• When Rosalie saw her, she dropped the textbook she was holding.

• Everyone stared at her. No one had ever seen Rosalie Hale be anything less than perfectly composed.

• Bella felt nervous.

• Why was that girl staring at her so much?

• Rosalie turned on her heel and left school. She ran the entire way home.

• She didn’t even bother to pick the textbook up.

• It was a week before she returned. Carlisle had told the school she had mono.

• Esme was the one who talked her into going back.

• An ignored mate bond would only lead to agony for both her and the human, and Rosalie deserved to be happy.

• Rosalie wasn’t convinced.

• When Bella saw Rosalie walk back into class, she felt her entire face turn red.

• She was the most beautiful person Bella had ever seen.

• Rosalie watched Bella blush and was struck by much the same thought.

• It disgusted her how much she wanted to be near the human.

• One time Bella wore glasses to class, and it drove Rosalie crazy. It was so bad that Edward had to actively try not to read her mind for at least three days.

• The more Rosalie learned about Bella, the less she started fighting the bond.

• All of her energy was instead directed into keeping Bella alive.

• Jesus Christ, it took so much energy to do that.

• When Bella invited her for a smoke session at the beach, Rosalie nearly had a stroke.

• She agreed to go, but refused to do any smoking.

• Instead, she watched Bella do it.

• Bella burned her finger with her lighter, and that wasn’t even ten minutes after they got there.

• When they walked down to the water, Bella tripped on a rock and fell face-first into the sand.

• Rosalie considered catching her, but figured the fall would teach her a lesson about the dangers of recreational marijuana.

• Bella didn’t even get up. She just pulled another joint out of her pocket and kept smoking.

• Rosalie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, LINA! You’ve been accepted for the role of TROILUS with an FC change to Henry Golding. Admin Rosey: I am absolutely HOWLING. So, when I was writing Troilus, I was having an amazing time -- he’s so nuanced and seemingly superficial, but there are so many detailed facets that contribute to his happy-go-lucky attitude. He’s so utterly disarming and charming that, from the interview alone, I couldn’t help but swoon over him. Your development for him promises so much, from the sought-after revelation of Celeste’s infidelity to turning him into a hollow and hungry creature. I’m absolutely over the moon to be putting my precious boy into your hands, Lina. By all means, ruin us all. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Lina. Age | 26 Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | 5 – Med school honestly wipes the floor with me most days, so I can’t promise daily activity but as I’ve said before, I promise consistency and communication. I’ll request a hiatus if needed, and I won’t disappear or drop-out without warning.   Timezone | Finally back in EST (UTC-5:00) Current/Past RP Accounts | —

In Character

Character | Tomas Sabello -> Could I request an FC switch to ether Henry Golding or Godfrey Gao? I love Bob Morley to pieces but I’ve used him as an FC for long enough that I really struggle to dissociate him from the role I played. I think Henry fits Tomas’ gentle disposition best, but Godfrey has more versatility in terms of acting roles/expression which seems more in line with the mood in Verona and what he may eventually become… I dunno! I’ll leave it to you guys to choose the preferred alternate FC in the event that I do get accepted. I’d be happy working with either one.

What drew you to this character? | I really liked how opposite he is to Viv, honestly. He’s so enamored with emotion, and despite the fact that he’s an actor by trade, he’s an open book when it comes to anything that inspires feeling within him. I think Tomas loves the idea of love to such an extreme that there’s no thought to guarding himself from it. No amount of pride could keep him from offering his heart up, not even the threat of rejection. He takes and he takes, but he also gives to the people around him, indiscriminately; even to the most insignificant of passersby who’ve touched his life or inspired his creativity in some brief, ephemeral way. While Viv absorbs and safeguards whatever light she finds, Tomas reflects it freely back into the universe, and I really like that dichotomy.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character?

*∆* - Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s oblivion: I’ll keep this point short and sweet; I want Tomas to find out about Celeste’s infidelity and for his heart to get absolutely shattered in the process. It could be sooner, later or whenever, but I think we’re all holding our breaths for that to happen in the story, and I’d love the opportunity to portray that.

*∆* - To fight one’s nature is a losing battle: This is a plot contingent on the arc of his relationship with Celeste and details pertaining to their marriage (how long it takes for him to find out she’s cheating on him, what they do with that information, if they divorce, etc.). But essentially, I’d like to show Tomas’ struggle with his own fidelity because in his bio, he strikes me as the sort of character that doesn’t settle on one lover easily. And he loves Celeste with every inch of his being and right now that’s what’s keeping him faithful, but I think that even if her infidelity isn’t revealed, eventually Tomas will start to feel the strain. He’ll notice the little signs along the way that hint that she doesn’t quite love him the way he loves her. I think those would put cracks in the marriage even if Isabella wasn’t in the picture. I’d like to explore those, and how little micro-tensions crop up in chronic relationships when one partner feels like they’re pulling all the weight. I want to dig into that and cast the lens on a quietly troubled relationship, and I want to see how far it pushes Tomas in response. Does he grow colder?  Does he seek intimacy elsewhere? Does he fall into the same temptation and cheat on Celeste, whether physically or emotionally? Let’s find out!

*∆* - Any way the wind blows: I’ve always imagined Tomas to be the unsettled sort, in all senses of the word. His loves have always been transient and fleeting, his decisions (both in leaving Rome and marrying Celeste) seem rash and impulsive… I think capriciousness is a trait of his that extends to all facets of his life. So one headcanon I have for him is that now that he’s on sabbatical from acting, he’d want to try his hand at something new. Activities or careers that he gets excited by every few weeks and actively chases until something changes and then he drops the ball and moves on, certain he’ll find his luck elsewhere. I think it’d be interesting to see him get into all sorts of mix-ups while catering to this instinct, and maybe unintentionally making himself a nuisance to other characters in their line of work in the rp. Just this over-excited dude picking up positions and then dropping them as if life’s his own picnic… It’s definitely going to rub some people the wrong way and I’m here to see it happen!

*∆* - The hardest of hearts:  … I’m intrigued by Tomas’ deep resentment of Roman Montague. His bio implies that it’s his acting experience which primes him to look at Romeo as if he’s also an actor, playing a part he doesn’t deserve. But I think it goes deeper than that. I think canonically, even, Tomas’ character seems to have a lot in common with Romeo from Shakespeare’s original, or at least, the earliest version of Romeo that we see. Lovelorn and lackadaisical, an innate predisposition for goodness, and yet undoubtedly leaving lovers a little carelessly in his pursuit of love, etc. So the way I see it, beyond his judgment of Roman as being unfit to rule, I think Tomas doesn’t like him bc he sees in Roman all of the same flaws he recognizes subconsciously in himself. It’s always easier to see our flaws through a mirror. I’m interested in seeing how far Tomas would go to spite Roman in order to avoid having to confront himself. The fact that Celeste is still tied to the Montagues would also be a continuous dilemma for Tomas, who dislikes both mobs. Depending on what plots come up, I might even entertain the thought of getting Tomas tied up in Capulet business, with the singular goal of bringing down Roman Montague.

*∆* - … Destroys itself in the end: In his bio, it’s alluded that Tomas took from both his parents when it came to his nature. He loved as frequently and as persistently as his mother, but destroyed those in his wake as surely as his father; leaving his path littered with broken hearts. I want to see that side of Tomas again. Except this time, instead of it being an accident of youth and of too much ignorance, I want it to be intentional. I feel like heart-break would leave him hollow and hungry, and I want to experience that side of him. I think his capacity for hurt is almost equally potent to his capacity for love, and that’s what makes him such a compelling character in my eyes.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Through a well-developed plot, yes.

In Depth

These interview chairs are always so stiff that Tomas has to wonder whether it’s intentional. Maybe it’s to keep him from falling asleep, but he’d never do that. He likes giving interviews for the most part. Of course, it was easier in his early twenties; when he had very little in the ways of a filter but was blessed with the circumstances in life that permitted him to get away with it. Oh, and an adoring audience. That always helped of course. These days, as a married man in a new city, he has to be more careful with his tongue.

That doesn’t make him any more careful with his smiles, however. And right now he’s aiming one of his most brilliant at the interviewer who’s already started asking him questions. They’re three minutes in, but she hasn’t returned any of his good cheer so far, and that’s uncommon. He’s remembered all his pleasantries, he’s been considerate enough in opening doors and waiting to be seated - but still, nary a smile. He doesn’t mind too much, but it makes his job so much more enjoyable when they do. And as a result, Isabella Gagliano is both a damper and a challenge. But before Tomas can engage her into lowering her defenses, she’s presented him with the next in a series of fan-chosen questions.

“What is your favorite place in Verona?”

”The Two Gentlemen. Certainly the best bottle of pinot grigio that I’ve ever had.” Tomas tells her, lips pressing together as sweetly as the juice from those sticky wine grapes. “You wouldn’t be remiss either if you tried the risotto al tastasal. That’s a real recommendation, you know?” He stage-whispers with a grin, “Off-the record.” But if Isabella takes note, he can’t tell.

The truth is, it’s a lie. A white lie, he consoles himself, because sometimes, the truth is too heavy a price to pay. The truth is that his favourite place in all of Verona is the recently abandoned Multisala Rivoli. It’s a cliche, he knows, an actor finding his second-home inside of a rundown movie-theatre. But it isn’t for the movies that he goes, nor out of any misplaced vainglory. Rather, it’s the promise of nondescript privacy that draws him like a bee to to honey. There, he can meet his new friends beyond the prying eyes of the media. There, he has a clandestine spot to escape the humdrum of the city for a few hours, alone with his thoughts. But it’s not a truth he’s ready to share, and moreover, the Montagues will like this answer better. It’s a nod to their territory; a little more promotion for their best-boasted restaurant. He refuses to join them, he refuses to share in their cause, but maybe sliding in such harmless tips will convince them to lay off of Celeste’s case and stop pressuring her to pressure him to join. Truth and politics don’t mix. Every time a video begins recording, Tomas is well aware of that. But above all, an actor must always remember his part.

“What does your typical day look like?”

“What, like a twenty-four hour play-by-play?” He asks playfully. “No one’s that interesting,signorina, I promise. I remember I was asked a similar question in an interview two or three years ago. I think it was for Sorrisi e Canzoni? Or maybe GQ…. Either way, it was a much more exciting answer back then. Plays, parties, private jets… ” Tomas reminisces fondly, but not fond enough to want to trade it in for his present. “I hate to disappoint, but it’s not the same anymore. I’m a married man on sabbatical now, remember??” He says, directing the question towards the camera before letting his gaze find Isabella once more. His life is quieter now, but happier too. “Not that it’s boring by any stretch. I’d recommend marriage, actually. I know it’s done wonders for me! But if I start talking about her and all the ways she’s changed my routine everyone will be rolling their eyes and complaining about cavities before this interview’s over.” Tomas chuckles, thinking of the myriad of ways his daily life has become synonymous with Celeste. What time she wakes, what time she leaves, when she comes home or when he gets to persuade her out of the house on little dates… He has a life outside of Celeste to be sure, but it’s only around her that he’s really reminded of what he’s working towards. Like Eros and Psyche, he thinks. He loves, but she sets fire to his love and gives it true sustenance. A future, a family, a very happy ending - That’s all he wants these days.

“What has been your biggest mistake thus far?”

He laughs at that, taken aback by the girl’s directness. “Is that really what it says on your sheet??” He cocks a brow, leaning forward as if to sneak a peek. “Damn… That’s harsh.” Sometimes, his fans seem like tiny mosquitoes; hungry for every teeny-tiny drop of his blood as they submit questions as invasive as these. “I have to think about that one…” Tomas admits with a bemused shake of his head. “I try not to think of my experiences as mistakes. Even the ones that might feel like it initially. Everything happens for a reason, doesn’t it? Don’t you believe that?” He looks to his interviewer as though hoping to coax another answer out of her, but she doesn’t indulge him. He’s always preferred dialogue to monologue, despite his choice of career. It takes an exchange of ideas to see the world through new lenses, and he can’t do that while talking continuously about himself. But another pensive, stolen glance at Isabella tells him that she probably won’t care what his answer is, so long as he gives one. He could make it up right here on the spot - something like ‘I’ve started a third gang in Verona to spite the Mobs‘ or ‘I kicked a dog once’, and she probably wouldn’t bat an eyelash. He wonders why. He wonders why she’s so determinedly expressionless.

“Do you play Poker?” Tomas asks without warning. He hadn’t meant for that to come out of his mouth but somehow it does and it takes another laugh and a wave of his hand to dismiss it. “Sorry. But you could! It’s impressive actually - in a good way. To answer your question, I think I’ll have to keep this one to myself.” It’s apologetic but firm, because his biggest mistake is failing his parents. Of all the roles he’s played thus far, that of ‘son’ has always left him most wanting. He couldn’t fix their marriage. He couldn’t inspire their divorce… To this day, his adulterous mother and destructive, ill-tempered father remain tethered to each other. Two rusting anchors, weighing themselves down to the bottom of the sea-bed… Most days, Tomas tries hard not to think about it. But there are some moments, moments when he’s feeling low, that he wonders if he’s responsible for their unhappiness; wonders if he couldn’t have done more to help them find happiness, along the way. Today is one of the predetermined no-thinkdays though. The days he’s giving interviews always are. “Sorry about that… Got anything else on your nifty list?” He prompts her, hoping to move on to a happier topic.

“What has been the most difficult task asked of you?”

This question too, gives him pause. More than he’d like. There’s the shadow of fleeting suspicion as he steals a glance at Isabella, wondering if they’re posing these questions on purpose to throw him off. But what cause would a reporter have to do that? You’re being silly,he chides himself, mulling over the question. Again, he knows the real answer.

Commitment.

It isn’t easy to choose a single person in this life, Tomas thinks. To narrow his expansive romantic inclinations and promise them to one individual and one individual only. But it’s a choice he reminds himself of every morning when he wakes up, when he cracks an eye open only for his gaze to fall on the familiar comfort of Celeste’s blazing red hair, like a halo around her cherubic face. It’s a choice he must remember when he’s comparing paintings with Juliana and hears the clear-bell tone of her laughter echo in the museum. A choice he must remember when his fingers find the soft, unwritten skin beneath Santino’s wrist as they look for stars in a midnight sky. A choice he recalls even as he listens to Paola recount the tales he’s missed in her life; eyes dancing with ferocious passion and he thinks what if, what if…

… But it’s a struggle he dares not reveal. It would insult his beloved wife, it would make a mockery of the vows they took in front of that altar, all those months ago. Worse still, it would surely garner derision from the audience, especially from his most die-hard fans; some of who still count on the failure of his marriage in order to regain the bachelor fantasy they’d attached to their idol. But idols were effigies of gold and silver. He was not an idol, he was a man of flesh and blood and feeling. Do you understand?… You will never understand me like she has, he wants to rebuke them. But there’s an old fondness that he can’t help when it comes to those who loved him first. And so his countenance softens as he answers the reporter’s question. “The most difficult task for me, has been leaving behind all my loved ones in Rome. My friends, my family, my fans…” He presses his fingertips to his lips for a moment before waving them towards the camera, sending the kiss to those who’ll hope for it most, when the interview airs tomorrow night. “I send my love, and I’m humbled by your continued support.”

“What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?”

“It’s-… It’s insanity.“

Now the Montagues won’t like that. But he feels the answer so strongly, and with so much conviction that he thinks the glassy brightness in his eyes would betray him anyway. Some lies are too big to swallow, even for an actor. “Brutal and unnecessary - do they even remember what they’re fighting for?” He asks Isabella, though he thinks she’s probably no closer to answering that than the other Veronesi. “You know, the stories say that it’s been so many decades now that no one knows any more… Isn’t that silly? To fight over something that you can’t even remember?” But deep down, Tomas knows it’s not that simple. Because mobs don’t need an impetus; not when there’s so much profit to be made in criminality. All the rest is just stories, to play on the sympathies of a winsome public. He should know… He played on that same, guileless sympathy, night after night after night on a front-lit stage. But art is one thing, war is another. And Celeste is tied up in this war, much as he hates to think about it.

“Maybe I’ll go back to Rome one of these days,” Tomas announces abruptly, shifting upright in his chair. There’s an ardent gleam in his eyes because he likes thinking in maybes. They’re so much more satisfying than the limitations of what is or isn’t strictly possible. “I’d like to take my wife with me. She’s never been… Can you believe it?? Never been to Rome… We could start there, then maybe a tour of Europe. Maybe a second honeymoon. I’m sure she’d like that.” He doesn’t know if that’s true, he doesn’t know if he can ever return to Rome, but it has a romantic ring to it nonetheless. And when has Troilus ever been able to deny the sweet-nothing whispers of romance, even as a city tears itself apart around him?….

Never, he thinks… Not even then.

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(Thank you for Reading!!)

[esmeanneplatte]

Ooo maybe could you write about esme and Carlisle being in a poly relationship with another girl?

I’m sorry it’s so late. But here you go! I hope you love it! I’m always willing to write more for this and/or headcanons !!

Bella was super nervous and tried to slow her heart beat down. She was meeting Edward’s family for the first time. Yeah she knows his siblings but now she has to meet his mom and dad. This is scary for her. She never had a boyfriend before. Excluding Jeremy. They dated for 3 hours in 2nd grade.

He led her into the kitchen. “This is Esme my mother for all intents and purposes.”

If Bella thought Rosalie was pretty than she was sorely mistaken because Esme looked like a goddess. Her carmal curled hair and heart shaped face fit her so well. Bella smiled her greeting.

Soon another woman she didn’t recognize came into the room. She looked a lit older than Esme and this puzzled Bella. Who else was in this family she didn’t know?

The blonde woman had her hair in a perfect dutch braid and her smile lit of her entire face. She turned to Edward, “Is this Isabella? Awwww Eddie you chose wonderfully! I’m proud of my baby.”

This left Bella stuttering. Partly from the compliment and partly from her whole name. Before Bella could correct the unnamed blonde Esme wrapped her arm around her waist, “Sweetie, she goes by Bella. Not Isabella.”

This confused Bella beyond anything before. Weren’t Esme and Carlisle married? Was that a show? And Esme is a lesbian?

Edward realized the confusion and softly explained to Bella. “This is my other mother, Abigail.” Edward was about to lead Bella to his room to explain more but Carlisle walked into the kitchen from his study and upon his entrance he kisses both Abigail and Esme on their cheeks.

Carlisle smiled at Bella, “I see you’re doing well. How are you? Nothing worrying?”

Before Bella could answer Abigail interrupted in a joking tone, “I mean she’s dating a vampire so you should’ve checked harder for any symptoms of a concussion.”

Bella’s head was heavy and she was so confused and looked to Edward for help. Edward took Bella’s hand and lead her into his room. Once they sat on his couch he started to elaborate.

“Carlisle is my father. Abigail and Esme are both my mothers. They are in a polyamorous relationship. So our family isn’t traditional in more than one sense.”

Bella smiled but still looked confused, “Okay. I think I understand. Can you tell me more about them? You’ve talked about Esme but not Abigail. Why is that?”

Edward ran a hand over his thigh before sighing, “We usually move into small towns and it makes it hard to have both of them as our mother. So in every town we switch off. Last town Abigail was our mother to the town. It sucks and that’s why we love going to Alaska so much because we can be with the Denalis and just us without judgement.”

“Okay that makes a lot of sense. Can you tell me about Abigail?”

This brought such a smile to his face. Never did he think this was gonna go as calmly as this did. Maybe he wasn’t damned after all.

“For the longest time it was just Carlisle and Abigail. He met her in 1793. It was in a town market in New Hampshire. She was a newly turned vampire. When they met her eyes were a pitch black. Apparently she had been a vampire for about 8 months then. According to Abigail, she had only feed 11 times in her entire existence. It was hard.

She was actually looking for an easy hunt then. She hated feeding on humans but realized she had to. But Carlisle saw her. Well, thats’s what he says. She say him first. The golden eyes made her pause. He explained his lifestyle to her.

Abigail immediately took to it. It was just them until me. So they’ve been together for so long. But you know the rest. With me then Esme and the rest of us. But if you notice that she calls people by their full names that’s why. She’s always Abigail. She’ll continue to call you Isabella. Alice is even Mary Alice to her.”

Edward let out a small laugh, “Well except me. She only calls me Eddie.”

Abigail yelled across the house, “You’re my baby Eddie! Of course I’m calling you Eddie.”

[unfortunate-rp]

Congratulations, LIV! You have been accepted as your desired character, AVA COLEMAN. I especially loved in your app the amount of detail you went into the Anything Else section to show what makes Ava Ava. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

OOC        Your Name: Liv    Your Age: 21    Your Pronouns: She/Her    Time zone: EST    Activity Level: 5; I’m in grad school-enough said there. I can be on pretty reliably a bit each day though.      Tumblr account (for contact purposes): ooopsydaisy or thatparkinsongirl    (If applying for second character) Characters played: NA    (If applying for second character) Will you be able to handle a second character?: NA    How did you find us?: The lsrpg tag I think.    Triggers: None IC    Character you’re applying for: Ava Coleman    Why did you choose this character?: Before I even knew if Sybil’s wife would be a playable char I was fascinated with the idea of her. Right out of the gate, there’s so much potential for her. Ugh the angst, the character development, the mystery sh’s now caught up in.    Secondary character preference: Ruby Cohen! If I have time I’m apping her too.      A sample in character: The cats, Rosalind and Aslop, were crying in their carriers in the back seat and eventually Ava started too. With every mile, every turn she drove further and further from home; no, that wasn’t right, 667 Dark Avenue wasn’t home, not really. Home was Sybil. The truck was packed full of their life together, at least; every scrap of paper, every trinket, Ava didn’t dare get rid of anything or even place it in storage. Anything could be a clue, a message, an answer. She’d been around enough grieving families though by now to know that answers were a bandaid on a gaping wound and it was a gaping wound. Days after the funeral, but before the whispering of her own guilt began, Ava had woken in their bed to a noise in the kitchen, just the cats, but for a moment, sleep still clinging to her, it was any other morning, Sybil puttering around the kitchen as the coffee brewed. The car crash impact of realization, of remembrance, knocked the air out of her lungs, left her gasping alone in a bed for two, knees drawn up to her chest, trying to lessen the stomach deep pain. No one had ever explained to her how physical an emotional wound could hurt you. Pulling into the driveway of her new house, Ava tried to see it with Sybil’s eyes. It was charming enough with the view of the lake, butter yellow door, shutters, and creeping ivy. Some of that was detracted by the perpetual gray skies and the mist rolling in off the lake. It would’ve been a nice place to get away for a vacation but Sybil had always liked being in the city, in the bustle of things. Ava’s only instructions to the realtor had been for a small place out of the city, anything to get away from the whispers about her guilt. She’d have to endure it still at work, particularly where the motto was, it’s always the spouse, but at least here she was far enough from any neighbors. She slid out of the truck, grabbing the cat carriers first, Rosalind had finally settled down, having given in to her circumstances, but Aslop had switched from mournful meows to low hisses. Sybil had always joked about how each cat took after them. “We’re gonna be all right,” she murmured quietly to them, praying it wasn’t a lie. She shoved her way through the door, stopping just inside. It was so horrifically empty, bare walls, nothing but open space. The room opened straight to the living room, hard wood floors everywhere, and the kitchen tucked in the corner beyond her. At least here where Sybil had never been, she didn’t see phantoms of her everywhere-laughing over the stove as the pot of spaghetti boiled over everywhere, on the couch, cello laid out before her, carefully tending to the strings, at the desk in the study, poring over her commonplace book, a small wrinkle between her eyebrows. Ava wanted to cry, to just give into the sadness. Instead she knelt down carefully and opened up both of the cat carriers, letting them both slink off to explore. One box by one, she dragged everything in, leaving them all in haphazard stacks against the wall. She’d carefully labeled each and every box to ensure the smoothest unpacking but even still, it would be a long process. The boxes with Sybil’s name on them glared back at her. The only piece of furniture she bothered with for now was the disassembled bed, the wooden slats deposited in the one bedroom and the mattress on the floor in the living room until she could find the energy to get it down the hallway. Collapsing onto it, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Her heart ached for home, fruitlessly, uselessly. Eventually, as day faded away around her, the room growing dark, she felt the pressure of small cat paws against her chest. Eyes still on the ceiling, she reached a blind hand out, expecting to meet Rosalind’s furry head; instead, it was Aslop, and her one nub of an ear. Aslop had always been the more independent of the two cats, always exploring, sneaking outside even sometimes. And yet, here in an exciting new place, she curled up  on Ava’s chest and started purring loudly. Ava let out a shaky breath, loud in the silence.    What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration):

Mostly just vague ideas at the moment. I feel like the direction I go will have a lot to do with her interactions with other people and with the development of the plot. That said, in my mind Ava’s always been one of the more background members of VFD, she joined late, she’s more into research than fighting on the front lines. Poor girl’s asthmatic and petrified of planes and quite simply not that type of person. BUT, god is she desperate to know what happened to Sybil, I think it’ll be very interesting for this desperation to push her outside of her comfort zone, to slide more into the action. OR alternatively, again a lot of this hinges on where the plot goes, I love a good moral quandary, Ava either making a fishy, not great deal with a firestarter for information or even her finding something out in her investigation that makes her doubt the holy mission of the volunteers (particularly since many of them even ones she considered friends doubt her innocence). I think her connection with Adam will be very interesting to explore. His doubt in her, their workplace relationship, his lack of knowledge about VFD. Super excited. Her and Lauren’s connection should be super fun as well. Nothing like a good arch nemesis plot. I kind of can’t wait.    Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio?: I didn’t see either of them in any of the characters and I don’t know if you had something planned for them down the line but I’m very interested in Ava’s sister in laws, Clara and Isabella. I think it would be nice and heartwrenching for her to still have a family of sorts even after Sybil’s death. I mean plus they both just sounded super interesting.

   Anything else?:  A few valuable, factual details,   Ava, a young girl, curled in the old green armchair in the sitting room of her grandmother’s house.The heavy book in her lap was too old for her and boring moreover but it was a better alternative to staring out the window, watching, waiting for two people who wouldn’t be coming back (Ava had known it was the last time during the last time her parents came, she could feel it in the air, in the lingering kiss to her forehead her mother bestowed, her father tucking her in that night. Every movement whispered goodbye. It was a good thing she had this experience-it meant she knew how to recognize nonverbal goodbyes.). In a month’s time, Grammy Ellie would take pity on her and make the trek up to the attic to bring down her daughter’s, Ava’s mother, childhood book collection. She never could stop watching though. Wanting. It didn’t take long for her to read every book of her mother’s twice over. The library two streets down from Grammy’s was a small affair, homey, with not enough shelves for all their books. It was love at first sight. If she wasn’t home, she was guaranteed to be there. She didn’t play at the playground like the other children, didn’t run and scream up down the street. She was largely alone as a child; no one else understood her and she didn’t understand them. They had no interest in anatomy and chemistry and constellations, didn’t want to listen to her excited explanation of what black plague did to the body. It was okay; she didn’t even know she was lonely (that would come later). Primary school was merely a series of disappointments. Medical school might have been as well if not for that fateful taxi drive. The VFD was full of people just like her, full of that gnawing yearning for knowledge, for importance, for saving the world. It was a group of people who had as children all been told at one point or another to tone down their excitement about something. She made her first real friends there, her family (she discovered just how lonely she’d been all along). Friends she was desperate to protect in any way that mattered; for her that was using her medical skills to patch up the members of the VFD risking their lives on the front lines. A year after joining, she’d graduated from med school as an internist. Having a purpose among her family filled her with joy. Ava was often called into headquarters to patch someone up, small burns and other minor wounds mostly. That was until the panicked, late night phone call from one of her friends. Ava rushed across town her heart beating in her throat, hearing the words, poison, oh god, Ava, what do I do, I can’t lose him, over and over. She got there just in time, just in time to watch him die. She was still performing fruitless CPR, his wife sobbing on their kitchen floor, when the ambulance arrived. It would not be the last death. Going back to school for a residency and then fellowship in forensic pathology was an easy decision for her. If she couldn’t save her friends’ lives then she would do her best to respect and speak for them after death. Sybil had once asked how she could possibly bare it and Ava, unsure herself sometimes, had told her that she saw it as being a translator of sorts, passing on the last words of the dead to the family. Sybil, staring back at her, leaned up and kissed her forehead and it felt so much like a goodbye that Ava had whispered, please don’t put me through that (she would, of course, and there was a part of both of them that knew Sybil would). Sybil Holloway was a tornado carving a line of destruction through her from the first moment to the very last. She was Ava’s first everything, first friend, first kiss, first date, first time, first love. From the very moment Ava laid eyes on her, Sybil at a party, playing her cello for a small group, the music bleeding out of Sybil like a tide, she knew Sybil was special. They were as many people told them a disgusting couple, eyes following each other, soft touches, easy companionship, trust, support. Understanding. That, more than anything else was what Ava thought people were searching for, understanding, to hear an answering echo of your own spirit in someone else. Even so, it wasn’t a perfect relationship, no that would require perfect people and neither Ava or Sybil were that. Sybil never hesitated from taking on dangerous work for the VFD, dangerous, secretive work. Whispered conversations, late nights poring over notes she didn’t share, and sudden trips she claimed were just for searching out antiques. Ava knew this wasn’t the full truth and though she wanted to give Sybil her privacy she was terrified too—so many of their friends had died lately.

They fought over it occasionally when Ava’s worry became too much. Sybil accused of her of not trusting her, of acting like Sybil was just never going to come back one day just like her parents. No one could hurt you quite like someone who knew you well. They fought about it publicly at a small VFD gathering a week before the fundraiser and though they later made up at home that night, Ava knew that fight was still ringing in people’s ears as they looked at Sybil’s vacant fragile dead body sprawled on the sidewalk.

[rookie-ramsey]

Ethan and MC trying to raise twins! (for the headcanons)

Ethan and MC Raising Twins (as babies/toddlers)

MC’s pregnancy itself may not be much of a surprise, but the fact that she’s having twins makes up for that.

Ethan comments that now, the world will need to prepare itself for not one, but two miniature Rookies.

Their decision to have children was something they discussed for months, and after years of convincing himself that a family wasn’t in the cards for him, Ethan is pretty excited.

They spend a lot of their time studying twin pregnancies. MC often finds herself looking at cute twin nurseries on Pinterest.

It doesn’t take long for her pregnancy belly to become obvious. Once their twins are big enough to start kicking, MC and Ethan like to lie on their bed, each of them resting a hand on her belly as they wait for the babies to move.

Ethan finds out that even though he is good at almost everything, that does not include baby furniture assembly.

It takes him more than one try, which he is rather embarrassed of. Finally, he has to read the manual, like MC tried to tell him to do in the first place. 

The fact that he has to go through the putting together of not one, but two cribs is just a little bit aggravating.

This is all extremely amusing to Bryce and Baz, who help Ethan paint the nursery so MC won’t be around the paint smell. It’s also rather entertaining to Zaid, but he’s a little more reserved about his amusement.

Rafael is there, too, but he’s too innocent to give Ethan a hard time over his difficulties in furniture assembly.

By the end of the weekend, they have everything safely put together and the room painted just the way MC wanted it. Their babies won’t be here for a few months, but their room is ready for their arrival.

MC’s pregnancy cravings last longer than she thinks they rightfully should. After all, she is eating for three. She’s lucky that Ethan knows her cravings well and keeps the kitchen stocked with what she likes.

As her pregnancy progresses, MC becomes more and more eager to meet their twins. She feels huge, her ankles swell, and she’s hormonal.

She rests her legs in Ethan’s lap and closes her eyes as he gives her foot massages. In another life, this man is meant to be a masseur. What he lacks in construction skills, he makes up for in massage skills.

Their twins, a boy and a girl, are born healthy a week before their due date. MC and their new babies spend the night in the hospital. The next morning, Ethan takes them home.

Within a few days, MC wishes she’d prepared more for getting twins to sleep at the same time. As soon as they get one of the babies settled down, the other starts fussing, waking the sleeping one up.

The same goes for feeding them. It never fails that when one of them is hungry, the other refuses to eat. By the end of the first month, MC has never seen so many diapers in her life. 

The twins are almost three months old before MC and Ethan finally get them to go to sleep at the same time and in the same room. They find that what works best is walking around the room, holding them and talking or singing to them.

For whatever reason, the twins love when Ethan just talks to them. They may not understand a word of what he says, but it soothes them every time.

MC’s favorite moments are when she watches from the doorway when Ethan is holding one of the twins at the window, murmuring or singing softly.

They think they have parenting figured out, but toddlerhood hits them before they know it. They have to toddler-proof everything.

That includes the fridge, the cabinets, the furniture, and especially the toilet.

After three consecutive days of plunging his hand into the toilet to retrieve something one of the mischievous twins flushed, Ethan installs a toddler-proof contraption on the toilet.

I think this may be my favorite set of headcanons so far! I ABSOLUTELY plan on writing a oneshot about Ethan and the boys putting together a nursery. It’s already a work in progress.

Send headcanon requests (Ethan/MC, Bryce/MC, Zaid/Ines) here.

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[liaragaming]

“We shouldn't drink like this.”

Inktober, Day 1. Fenris x femHawke (personal prompt).

Word count: 618.

The night her mother dies is the worst of her life.

She failed. She knows she did. And returning home to an empty mansion is proof enough of that.

Her father, Carver, Bethany, and now her mother. Is this all life has to offer her? Taking her loved ones from her one by one until there's no one left? Until she realizes she isn't as strong as she thinks she is?

And then what? Is she supposed to succumb to it? To crumple and admit defeat and never get up?

It's certainly what she feels like doing.

Sitting on her bed and staring into the fireplace, she tries to let her mind go, to dissolve into an abyss that will swallow the gaping wound inside of her.

It's Fenris' footsteps that call her back, the soft clearing of his throat, the low rumble of his voice.

“I don't know what to say, but… I am here.”

She turns her head to look at him, and part of her wants to scream, to tell him to leave and never come back.

But it isn't him she's angry with.

He sits next to her on the bed, and more comforting than the idle chit chat they try to fill the silence with is his presence.

When he shows her the bottle of alcohol he brought, she eagerly removes the cork and chugs more than she should. The burn in her stomach is a fine welcome to the dull ache it replaces.

Fenris drinks too. And she'll never remember how it started, but at some point they are yelling at each other, then throwing punches.

She busts open her lip with the ferocity in which she kisses him. They tear their clothes from each other, followed by rough and unsatisfying sex. The night leaves them bruised all over and with skin rubbed raw in tender places.

The morning is just as unforgiving, pounding headaches plaguing them both. They search the kitchen for a few folk remedies and water before retreating back into bed, pulling the covers over their abused bodies.

They huddle close, clinging to each other.

“We shouldn't drink like this,” Fenris says.

“Never again,” she agrees before kissing him.

He kisses her back, eagerly and with no resistance, as though the night he left her never happened, as though they were simply picking up where they left off.

She doesn't know what this means. She knows she wants him more than she has ever wanted anyone else. But she's a living train wreck, a curse on anyone who gets close.

And he will leave again, she's sure of it. Once the headache is gone, once they abandon the comfort of the bed, reality will set in and things between them will be just as they were before.

But nothing will be the same for her ever again. Her mother is dead. And once he leaves, she'll have nothing but the lonely mansion walls and comfortless fireplaces to console her.

She buries her face in his shoulder, biting her lip in an attempt to hold back the tears.

His arms fold around her. “Hawke.”

His voice shakes her, sending her trembling. The dam breaks, and she sobs freely. Fenris holds her tight, and she fears he's the only thing keeping her from falling to pieces.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asks him when her tears subside. “How do I keep going? How do I carry this?”

“With me.” He presses kisses into her hair. “With Varric, and Bodahn, and Aveline, and Merrill, and Isabella.” He pulls back from her, lifting her chin so her watery eyes meet his. “We are here for you. You are not alone.”

Based on my own personal headcanon that Fenris and Abigail spend the night together after Leandra's death. Also that they are both terrible sad drunks.

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