#x.estella

[thequeensxgambit]

estella understood vale’s sentiment completely. she too had never entertained worrying other people for the sake of it and she definitely wouldn’t lord about her injuries, after all, they were more or less self-inflicted given her lifestyle. who would she talk about them to? who would worry enough about her? when estella came home after a long day or returned from a match it was only her voice and thoughts that echoed back at her. “no one needs to worry.” este said in the softest voice she could muster, bracing her forearms on her thighs as she leant forward to pluck up her glass of water from the table. vale didn’t need her tone of aggression... she was small and a few years her junior (she guessed) and getting angry and worked up wasn’t going to help either of them to get through this. glancing across at her, estella studied her frame for a moment. it was mostly hidden by blanket but she took in the shape of her face and the slightness of her features. but there was a strength there... este had heard it in the bite of her voice and although she was sure the younger woman couldn’t handle herself in aggressive situations... she was sure she could definitely give something. 

“i didn’t really have a choice.” estella replied with a sigh as she rubbed her hand down her face. the adrenaline was subsiding now and she could feel tiredness seeping in. leaning back, she braced her head on the high and deep cushions. her eyes fell half shut and her chest rose and fell steadily. there was almost a tense peacefulness about it. “i look after most of my own injuries and i’m medically trained... i’m a firefighter.” the hand that had been on her face slipped back through her hair and she breathed in deep. “even i will vouch for medical marijuana every now and then... but i do believe in what i’ve learnt. you’ll be alright...” turning her head to the side, she looked at vale with a stern expression. “were you out by yourself tonight?” @authatopia​

[esteflynn]

『 lindsey morgan. twenty seven. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that ESTELLA FLYNN from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -COARSE & -HUBRISTIC. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool FIREFIGHTER and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +HONEST & +ENTHUSIASTIC. i hope i see them around again! 

@mapleviewstarters​

hello hello hello, it’s amie again (i also play bethanie). i decided i’d bring my little sparky slightly battered fuse box here and so... yeah that’s what this is i suppose. drop this a lil like or hmu in the messages/on discord (silly goose#0914) if ya wanna. 

❂ estella was born in mapleview. her father left her mother before she was born and moved abroad, leaving her mom to raise her all alone. it was difficult for them both and estella was often shipped off to stay with other people and play with new kids whenever her mother had to go to work, but she was doing everything she could to make sure ends at least touched. 

❂ even from a young age, estella was a scrappy kid. her mother would be called into school because she’d been distracted or have started on one of the other children and as time went on... her mother lost her patience. the house dynamic shifted when her mother met a man - oh a lovely rich man as she called him - and suddenly estella was a ghost to them both. that girl needs to be taught a lesson... she’d hear her mother’s boyfriend shout and worst of all, her mother would agree. when she was twelve, she was sent to boarding school in virginia.  

❂ estella still acted out but now she was far away enough that her mother could ignore the letters and emails from the teachers concerned about este’s welfare. she was told she needed to channel her anger and eventually she found some respite in a hobby not many of her female friends shared... boxing. this meant that she often worked out alone, hammering her fists into a pad until they stung. and then she’d punch harder. 

❂ years went by and estella did feel herself improve. she bit back less and focused on her boxing. she made friends, she fell in love for the first time, and she totally fell out with her mother and her... male friend. all they did was pay for her to keep going to school. just enough money to keep her at arm’s length so her mother’s child didn’t ruin their little pipe dream life wherever in the country they were.

❂ by 23, estella could confidently say she’d found herself. she was a well-known boxer in amateur circuits and had discovered a small passion for singing. she’d had a band during college and it gave her another outlet. after leaving college she moved all over the place, singing in bars and competing in fights and then... eventually, she found her way home to mapleview.

❂ coming home didn’t hit her with waves of nostalgia. in lots of ways it was uncomfortable but her mother was no longer there. another family was in her childhood home and if this was where she was supposed to be... she had time to make up on. brief visits in the summer had been few and far between so everything felt fresh. 

❂ estella had now been in town for almost three years and still competes in fights on occasion and can be found training often. she can also be found enjoying karaoke or performing at any open mic just for the kick of it but her main focus is on her job as a firefighter... sometimes that gives her purpose.

possible connections:

❂ friends (old old friends or new ones or summer friendships) ❂ training/gym rats ❂ drinking buddies ❂ angsty exes/one night stands/unrequited ❂ voices of reason ❂ anything you can imagine 

[thequeensxgambit]

as the sun descended over the horizon, estella reached up and pushed the visor back into position. suddenly, her headlights looked a lot more stark on the road and the world seemed a lot quieter; even over the rumble of the engine of the minivan. looking across to the passenger seat, a small smile crept onto her lips. it had been totally spontaneous to leave in the early morning, waiting for vale outside her home and bundling her into the van with a steaming thermos of coffee and another of hot chocolate. several blankets had also been an addition. este couldn’t deny that they’d been spending more time together recently than she’d expected but in a way it was good... well... in lots of ways it was good... but it also meant that estella was getting much better at knowing when vale needed to be somewhere else. since that first night after the bar fight, este had found herself drawn to the younger woman and her sparky personality... the depth in her pretty eyes.

“spending all day with me again. what a nightmare for you...” estella said softly as she rolled her shoulders, letting one hand fall into her lap as the other kept the steering wheel steady. driving into the night with the other at her side... she never could have imagined it... especially after they’d spent the whole day together too; laughing, chatting, enjoying a well-deserved lunch after some gorgeous sightseeing. if it was what vale needed, este was quickly realising that she’d be there in a heartbeat if she could. showing her how to flip pancakes to perfection. dropping by after work just to check she wasn’t too in her head. sending her a text to not go too crazy because she was on shift and couldn’t punch anyone for her. maybe it was dumb of her to admit she cared... or maybe it was dumb to try and pretend like it didn’t make her feel vulnerable. “you can sleep if you’d like. although you might wanna save it for when you’re comfier at home...” @authatopia​

[thequeensxgambit]

open: f/nb, 25+ Based on X

Estella was done at this point. Their story wasn’t supposed to go like this and now she had to watch the other come through the door, smelling like someone else and looking like they wanted to gloat about the wonderful night they’d just had. The boxer had a disposition that was normally calm but her wick was burning too close to the base. “And how was this one? How was the lovely person that swept you off your feet on your date tonight?” She snatched up her t-shirt off the table and wrung it in her fist. After it had gone wrong between them she should have moved out. They shouldn’t have convinced themselves that staying in the same apartment could work. “What do they have that I don’t? Tell me. It can’t hurt more than seeing you come back smiling about someone every time that isn’t me. Because it was never going to be me, was it?” 

[thequeensxgambit]

sms → kendal x estella

Estella: so you did catch me...knew i wasn't being subtle.

Estella: I definitely think we should have a talk though...

Estella: clear the air. isn't that what people call it?

[thequeensxgambit]

estella let out a harsh breath as she stared up at the ceiling, examing yet again the cracks where the plastering was beginning to peel away. beyond the window, she could hear the hum of the cars and inside the apartment on the other side of the door she could hear the clicking sound of the ice machine filling up in the fridge. all therapeutic noises she heard every night but tonight she was totally absorbed in her mind. tomorrow, she - as kennedy’s fake future wife - was going to have to meet her fake future parents-in-law. sighing even louder, she threw back her duvet and climbed out of bed. the cold hit her bare legs briefly as she grabbed a baggy t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on. quietly, she crept out of her room and along the corridor. her fingers lingered on the handle of kennedy’s own bedroom door. feeling slightly brazen but more nervous, she opened it slightly. “kennedy?” she voiced softly. “can i...come in?” 

@vvaved

[thequeensxgambit]

estella blew out a ragged breath as she threw the water bottle to the side and strode away from the ring. she was pretty sure she’d smeared blood all over the corner of the plastic as she slipped herself off of it but what did she care? she had fucking embarrassed herself. the air grew cooler as she headed down the hallways toward the dressing rooms, lifting her sweat-stained top at the bottom to staunch the last trickle of blonde oozing from her nose. when she kicked open the door with her foot and prepared to pour all of her aggression out with a frustrated shout, she soon realised her plans had been breached. she dropped her shirt over her toned stomach once more and slammed the door shut behind her. “what do you want, skillings?” she asked gruffly as she began to unbind the tape from her hands. “if you’ve come to rub it in...i’m clearly not in the mood to hear it. and i can’t promise your safety...” @dormivcglia

[thequeensxgambit]

estella breathed out harshly as she turned up outside the house. she should have been there an hour ago but the fight had run over and in the wake of the actual fight she’d got involved in an unscheduled fight and it had been a mess. fists. shouting. some big guy dragging her out of the building. bunch of assholes. grabbing her beanie hat from the glove compartment, she yanked down the mirror on the roof of the vehicle and wiped away the newly flowing blood with a tissue from subway on the dashboard. she never usually looked this rough. in fact, she prided herself on looking smarter but this difficult. tugging her dual braids over her shoulders, she pulled her beanie hat on and adjusted the rim so it covered the cut at her hairline. sure, her nose was beginning to bloom with a bruise but...

throwing open the door she stepped out and heard the buzz of the music from the party wash over her. her hands stuffed into the pockets of her tight sweatpants as she moved toward the door of the home and pushed it open. people filled the hallways and she recognised most of them. sports folk moved in similar circles and since dating her beautiful girlfriend she’d gotten to know a lot more faces from her particular demographic circuit. people looked at her a little confused but ultimately it was easily passed off as justified by sport. or something like that. finally she caught sight of the familiar frame and locks of blonde hair. and for the first time since stepping inside she practically beamed and scooted up behind the other. her strong arms embraced her waist and her lips instantly pressed tenderly to her jaw. “hello beautiful.” she cooed as she pulled back another to move so she could face the other. “i’m really sorry i’m late...” she indicated her face and then leant in to kiss her cheek again. “rough evening. do you need another drink?” @leftlipstick