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📂 about any of your babies

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

Caleb tends to wear mismatching socks. It started as necessity -- getting ready for work and just not having pairs, but now it’s a conscious effort on his part. At this point, it’s become a small joke between him and his students. They make it a daily thing to figure out what socks Coach wore. So, Cal puts effort into buying the quirkiest socks he can find. 

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🍼 Jake and Carly

- name: Catalina Ryleigh 

- likes / dislikes: likes Reading and writing Dislikes math and bullies

- first word: unknown

- appearance: adorable freckles and long dark hair that Carly often braids

- which parent they look more like: Neither. Carly and Jake took in Trevor when he was 3, only to find out he had an 8 year old sister in the system as well. Not wanting to separate them, they put in to foster Catalina as well. Eventually, when they were sure it was what Catalina and Trevor wanted they adopted the pair. 

- which parent they like more: bonded with both, but adores Uncle Christian and Aunt Bee

- height once fully grown: 5’7” 

- job ambition: Inspiring Author/Journalist

- faceclaim: Christina Nadin

- name: Trevor Ryleigh

- likes / dislikes: likes: playing the piano and guitar Dislikes: Brussel sprouts (he will throw them)  

- first word: unknown

- appearance: hair that is often a variety of colors 

- which parent they look more like: neither, they took him in as a foster child when he was three and ultimately adopted him and his sister. 

- which parent they like more: Jake, he’s been sitting in on his dad’s sessions for as long as he can remember. 

- height once fully grown: 5’10”

- job ambition: Something in the music industry like his pops

- faceclaim: Evan Mock

- name: Anthony Ryleigh

- likes / dislikes: Likes: cooking Dislikes: Hospitals and needles

- first word: “ass” much to Carly and Jake’s amusement

- appearance: his precious curls, also has been taller than his mother since he was 10

- which parent they look more like: neither. His biological parents abaondoned him at the hospital and as soon as Carly met him she refused to do anything but give him a happy home like her aunt and uncle had done for her and Jake was more than happy to oblige. 

- which parent they like more: Carly, true mama’s boy, they are often in the kitchen baking.

- height once fully grown: 6’2” 

- job ambition: Chef

- faceclaim: Zethphan Smith-Gneist

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2. or 50.

50 types of kisses

50.  A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

The day had passed in a blur. If it hadn’t been for Verity and Natty, Edgar was sure that he would have missed all of the day’s appointments. For the first time in years, he’d been distracted, thoughts such a mess, that he could barely remember what had happened throughout the day.

“Boss?” Edgar’s head snapped up at the question. “We’re here.” It was a testament to how distracted he was that Edgar hadn’t noticed that Natalia had parked the car in front of his house. “Thank you,” he muttered, deeming not to answer the question he saw floating in her eyes as he gripped the handle of the car door with one hand. In the other, he held a small bouquet of sunflowers. Natty had grinned when he’d asked that the trip home include a detour to the local florist. In the nearly year and a half since he’d been married, Edgar had become a frequent face in the shop and his driver had quickly deciphered the meaning behind the trips. Apologies for all the ways Edgar fell short as a husband. Today’s bouquet was a selection of sunflowers. Roses would have been more traditional for what he planned to do tonight, but Edgar had taken one look at the brightly colored flowers and had decided that they would go a long way to accomplishing what he needed to get across. “Same time tomorrow, Nat,” Edgar said as he stepped out of the car. Reminding Natalia of her duties was unnecessary. The woman had never been late in all the years he’d known her, and she’d always gotten him to appointments on time, regardless of how little time he gave her. Still, it gave him something to say that wasn’t I told my wife I loved her for the first time last night, left before she could reply, and haven’t spoken to her all day. 

With a sigh, Edgar closed the car door and made his way up the short path to the front door. Liv would be waiting for him, he knew, but he still hadn’t figured out what he’d say.

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Dinner had passed without much excitement. Edgar had entered the house, handed over the flowers, and gone straight to his daughter’s room. It was his afternoon ritual -- spend time with Amelie until dinner time, then spend time with Liv. The hours he’d spent breathing in his daughter’s baby smell had calmed him. Now, Amelie was down for the night and the house seemed almost too quiet.

“Tea or wine,” Edgar asked as he padded through the kitchen, voice just loud enough to carry to where Liv sat in the living room. 

“Your choice.” His hand hovered over the teacups. Tea would be a better choice. Wine seemed more appropriate, though, Edgar thought as he balanced the stems of two glasses between his fingers, the fingers of the other hand wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle.

“Did you have a good day?” His attempt at small talk was met with a roll of the eyes and Edgar couldn’t help but snicker. “What,” he asked, as he filled the two glasses and handed one to Liv.

“Are we going to talk about it,” she asked. Edgar was surprised that it had taken her this long to mention it. He’d half expected her to show up at his office earlier in the day demanding that he explain. He was almost tempted to feign ignorance, but if her words, flung in the midst of her tantrum, were any indication, he’d caused his wife enough pain in the last few weeks.

“I love you.” Edgar repeated the words from the night before. When he’d first begun to think them, Edgar had pulled back. He’d felt a tightening sensation in the vicinity of his heart whenever he’d seen or thought of his wife. His stomach flipped and the idea of something happening to her caused his heart to race and his fists to tighten. It was unlike the melting sensation he felt whenever he was near Amelie. From the moment he’d locked eyes with her shortly after her birth, Edgar had recognized the love that bloomed in his chest for what it was -- the natural reaction of a parent towards their child. 

What he felt for Liv was different, possessive in nature, and it terrified him. So, Edgar had shut down. He’d found himself spending time with his daughter while pushing his wife away. She’d looked him in the eyes and asked him why he hated her and Edgar had felt everything in him recoil from the sting of the words. He’d wanted to tell her then that he didn’t hate her, he loved her in fact, but the words had frozen on his tongue.

“You know that I left Avignon when I was 18 and until our wedding, I hadn’t gone back. You know that my father and I didn’t have the best relationship. Still don’t. What you don’t know is that Xavier saw to that himself.” Edgar heaved a sigh, fingers wrapping around the flute of Liv’s glass so that he could carefully remove it from her hands and set it on the table in front of them. He could see that she had questions, but he appreciated that she gave him the space to explain in his own time.

He reached up and swiped a single finger across her forehead, brushing the hair back so that he could better see her eyes. “Back then, I was dating this boy. Nicholas. His parents worked for mine. Xavier didn’t appreciate the idea of the help’s boy potentially joining the family and took it upon himself to offer Nicholas something he couldn’t turn down -- the opportunity to go to school, to get as many degrees as he possibly could dream of, while being bankrolled by Xavier.” 

The words were delivered without emotion. “I decided that I wasn’t going to fall in love again. I told you that when we decided to get married. Protection? Comfort? Safety? Those I could offer you, but love would never be an option.” 

Edgar glanced down as he felt Liv’s finger s tangle with his own, a ghost of a smile hovering over her lips. “I never thought I’d accuse you of being dumb, Edgar.” There must have been a look of confusion on his face because Olivia laughed, her fingers disengaging from his and coming to rest on the side of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I think I’ve made it very clear that your father doesn’t scare me.” 

Edgar wanted to argue, wanted to brush off her words, and tell her that everyone had their price and Xavier would find it even if he had to look for years. Instead, though, he nodded and ducked his head to swipe his mouth against his wife’s. He loved her and the very idea of it sent shivers down his spine. When Nick had disappeared, Edgar had eradicated the boy who craved to be loved, and rebuilt himself into the man who insisted he’d never fall in love again. If Liv left, Edgar wasn’t sure he would survive. 

“Tell me again,” she said, voice soft but tinged with mirth. Edgar ducked his head once again to kiss his wife, the spitfire of a woman who’d broken a bottle over a man’s head in the middle of a crowded bar and who’d looked his father in the eye without fear. His lips trailed across her jaw and down her neck, tongue swiping across the pulse that fluttered under her skin. “I love you, wife.”

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" you know you can tell me anything. right? " Jake and Carly

“You know you can tell me anything. right?” 

Carleigha knew this was going to happen. Everyone with ACHD knew that even once their heart was repaired complications could arise in adulthood. Good hospitals, good cardiologists warned them, prepared them for this possibility. She knew what to do, who to reach out to and yet as the symptoms crept on her she fell into denial. She was happy, she was falling in love, she was letting herself think about the future. Every wave of shortness of breath, she brushed off as overexertion, she needed to drink more water. That tell-tale heart murmur, just her imagination playing a dirty trick. But the body has a way of snapping you back into reality. Hers decided a collapse in the library would do the trick. Silent scream of Bitch we have a problem here.  

Here she was in the hospital. She could almost hear Lucille grumble back at the library, forced to clean up a pile of books that had toppled over in the fuss now that she’d been carted off in the ambulance. Christian sat next to her, she was thankful for his presence but even more thankful their parents were out of town. She heard enough of her mother crying outside the hospital room, she wasn’t prepared to hear it again. Her mood had dampered, like her personal ray of sunshine and drifted away replaced by clouds and dreary cold. 

Her phone chimed next to her, Jake’s face popping on the screen, letting her know he was there. When she’d gotten access to her phone she wasn’t surprised to see a number of missed calls and unread texts. She’d been quick to reply that she was ok, but “i’m in the hospital” usually needed a bit more of an explanation. Quickly she sent Jake a text back, asking him to meet her in the garden outside, she wanted the fresh air and she hardly wanted him to see her in that hospital bed. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Carls, don’t do it.” Christian warned as he helped her from the bed and into a pair of slippers. “I’m not going to say something like love conquerors all but it does..you have to stay positive.” 

Inwardly she winced, staying positive about her health wasn’t exactly her forte and while she loved his views on love, she wasn’t quite sure it conquered all. It hadn’t for her parents. The way it had been described, her parents had a love for the ages, but when her mother died, her father was destroyed. He left everything. Still she nodded softly to him, promising to be back quickly. As she stepped out into the garden space she tugged her sweater tighter around her, she felt so frail and fragile in the oversized scrubs they had her change into. She caught sight of Jake’s worried face and couldn’t be more thankful for his hug as she buried her head against him, trying to hide from what felt like the other shoe dropping on her life. 

He guided her to a bench, beckoning her from her hiding place. Tattooed finger on her chin, he lifted her head. “You know you can tell me anything right?” 

She swallowed heavily, and it took her a few moments to find the words. He knew about her heart troubles before, she didn’t exactly hide the scar but she’d never explained the full truth. The doom and gloom. “My heart...the repair from before isn’t working. It’s common in people like me. They are putting me on medication for now, beta blockers to slow my heart, try to prevent any heart murmur. In time I’ll likely need another surgery to try and re-repair or I might just have to scrap this one all together.”

She tried to laugh at her little joke, but the idea of having to go onto the transplant list frightened her. Her eyes lifted to Jake’s face and she could see his worry, trying to take it all in. He squeezed her hands softly, the bravest face covering his features. He tugged her into another hug and her arms tightened around him. She heard his words, soft encouragement that things were going to be ok. That she would be ok. She wanted to believe him, she wanted so badly just to stay there and believe that everything would be ok. Instead her mind tumbled over numbers, percentages, what ifs, and horror stories. She’d heard them all over the years. Doctors were mostly optimistic but red zipper club support groups told a different story. He was a beautiful ray of sunshine, just like she had been before, it scared her that she could taint that sunshine with her dark clouds. 

Gulping softly she forced herself to move from the safety of his arms. Her eyes shifted awkwardly toward the hospital door unable to meet his eyes and expose the fear and sadness behind them. “I..I have to go, or they’ll send a nurse to come find me. I’ll call you when I’m out.” Leaning up she kissed his cheek softly before her legs skittered her off toward the doors. She barely made it to the elevator before the tears began the fall.

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🐢 Alex (had to cause Frank)

Alexandria - Mental Health Headcanon

It’s no shock that her childhood had an effect on her. While she’s never been diagnosed, she’s experienced more than a fair share of anxiety attacks. Stressful situations, like finishing an important project or being blackmailed have been known to trigger an attack, leaving her searching for control. Her most common coping mechanism is martial arts and commonly a session at the gym or in an underground fight can help her calm, the discipline forcing her to focus on her breathing and her body. However on occasion, she has lost control and in the ring that has only lead to injury. 

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5,7,8,19

roleplaying habits questions.

5. do you listen to music while your write?

You know I’ve got the attention span of a gerbil, so nope. If only I could focus like you do.

7. are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

Night, but I’m generally a night person. It’s awful because it’ll be 11pm and I’ll start writing something. Then suddenly it’s 1am and I know I’m going to hate myself when I have to wake up for work. If only the world ran on my schedule. 

8. how does tiredness affect your writing?

When I’m physically tired, I generally don’t write, though I still will brainstorm. When I’m emotionally tired, I want nothing to do with writing. It’s during the times that I feel burned out that my motivation to do anything creative fades. 

19. how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

Heck if I know. You know how slow I am. I tend to hoard drafts until motivation strikes. 

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Sude Zülal Güler - fc for npc

Seda Larsen - 

Born Seda Arslan, sister of Eren Arslan and cousin to Demir Ozmen. She was always the baby of the family, though only by a couple years. She tended to follow Eren and Demir around growing up, finding her way into trouble along with them. As she grew older, she felt herself moving out of their shadow. Standing on her own or getting her brother out of the trouble he was prone to. 

Her green thumb led her to a career as a florist. Working at a shop not far from the local mechanic, Zane Larsen. The charming yet distant man would often pop in, under the guise of getting flowers for his mother. After weeks of chatting her up, he finally asked her out. It was barely a year before he popped the question, though she would have if he hadn’t. 

Their marriage was happy for the most part, but they had their fights. Eren being one of them, as Zane often got involved in helping get her brother out of trouble. Zane was one to talk, prone to attracting trouble himself. In the end, trouble came to their door, though it wasn’t clear who brought it. Though Zane tried to save her, she was already gone before the fire started. Her death shook the lives of those around her, Zane going back to the distant and grumpy man she’d met while Eren was left struggling to be better in her honor.

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Sing, kiss, rest, braid (whichever one or ones you’d like to do for Carly and Jake)

Tidbits of Tol vs Smol: Those moments she knew she was falling hard

[Sing] for your muse to sing to mine

Carly was excited. Her artistic talents didn’t really extend beyond code so when her friends were showcasing theirs she was always happy to support them. She was no stranger to rocking out to Jake’s music, his apartment had become her own personal mosh pit. Atleast there she didn’t have to worry about getting trampled by other moshers. Though occasionally Pam did manage to take her down. Tonight however his stage was in a bar, filling in for a friend. 

Shifting onto her tiptoes, she leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Her converse gave her no advantage in height so she was thankful that he leaned down to meet her. “You’re going to do great, Cariño” 

She squeezed his arm gently before watching him make his way through the crowd toward the stage. Settling on a stool at the bar, her eyes focused on Jake as the set began. She loved watching him play. He was always so absorbed by the music she couldn’t help but get absorbed as well. More times than not, the book she’d planned to read was left abandoned on the table as she watched him. Tonight was no different. 

As he sang his voice seemed to fill the room, drowning out patrons and their mundane conversations. Like a siren song she was drawn in and as her eyes caught his, everything and everyone seemed to drift away. It was like he was singing just for her, maybe he was. Her heart skipped a beat and her body flushed. She never quite understood how this man could make her feel so special. Here they were in a room full of people and she felt like they were the only ones there. 

When her eyes disconnected she realized she had to take a breath. Taking a drink of her club soda to cool herself down, she gulped softly. “Oooh boy I’m in trouble.” 

[Braid] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

Carleigha sighed as she opened the door to her apartment. Another unfortunate side effect of her heart troubles was ‘increased risk of pneumonia’. She was used to it. The sickness had stalled her surgeries growing up more than a few times. Atleast this time wasn’t so bad, she didn’t have to be in the hospital. Just rest and regular breathing treatments. 

Jake followed her inside, Pam at his heels. When she’d been released from the ER she’d assured him she would be alright, she was just going to go home and rest. He’d ignored her, stopping off to pick up Pam on the way back to her place. She appreciated it, she never really liked being alone when she was sick. 

Stepping into her kitchen she reached for the bowls she had tucked away for whenever Pam stayed over but Jake reached her first. “No, go sit. I got this. It’s probably time for that neb--whatever treatment the doc gave you.” 

She huffed but listened, stopping in the bathroom to grab the nebulizer she had tucked away. Before long she was settled on the couch, treatment underway. 

“Scoot forward” 

Her head lifted to see Jake, hairbrush in hand and she smiled softly scooting forward enough to give him room to sit behind her. Her eyes closed at the soothing feeling of the brush running through her hair. He’d asked her once why she liked the braid and she’d told him a little story about her mom. Every time she was sick or upset, her mother would sit with her and braid her hair. It was useful, often in the hospital it kept her long hair out of the way but really the whole process soothed her, calming her. Even when she’d braid her own hair it brought back those sweet memories. The next day she’d spotted him watching a video on facebook and couldn’t help but adore him more. 

“That’s not too tight right?” She shook her head, unable to talk around the nebulizer tube. Her breathing slowed, tension washing away. As he finished, tying the end off with one of her hair ties she settled back against his chest. Tucked into him there, with Pam at their feet, she felt safe, loved. As the treatment finished, he took the nebulizer away tucking it back into the machine and she snuggled into his chest, braid curling around her shoulder. Her tone was sleepy, her eyes drifting. “I love you Jake”