#callieannestark

[starrrrkz-blog]

@callieannestark​

Tony stands by the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, as he looks at his phone screen displaying Callie’s recent text message. Furrowing his brows, there’s a light shake of the head as he puts his phone away. ❝  Sweetheart, I’m your father. Do you really expect me to not check up on you ?❞  

❝  A coffee for you,❞  he places on the bedside table next to her, and takes sits down on a chair.❝  A coffee for me. As soon as you’re better, I expect you to pay me back. A large americano, not that cheap anymore. What, does Steve shit in this ?❞  

Tony couldn’t care less about the price of the coffee. He needed to ramble about something to prolong what he really came to do. Callie’s tendency to blame herself for all the bad things that happened around her. A trait he undoubtedly passed on. He’d move mountains to be able to take the weight off her shoulders, but knew there wasn’t much he could say or do to help. ❝  How are you, Callie ?❞  He finally asks.

[therecklessstark-blog]

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☁️  ;  an angsty headcanon about our muses

When Becca was in a really bad place (between boarding schools and jetting out of the country without letting her parents know where she was), she passed out in a club and Callie had to be the one to come find her at the hospital. Becca was thankful, but also still in a very self destructive place, so when she did wake up she yelled at Callie and wouldn’t speak to her for a few months after ward.

☄️ ; a lighthearted headcanon about our muses

None of the Stark siblings ever had to share a room, but when she was under six, Becca used to sneak into Callie’s room and snuggle with her at night, waking her up and asking her to sing or tell her stories to help her get to sleep.