Isobel Evans Appreciation Week

Isobel Evans Week • Day 7: Free Day - Belmanes Fic 

 @isobelevansappreciation​ I hope you all enjoy it!  ♡

“You’re still the Isobel Evans who convinced the basketball captain to pull four different fire alarms to get out of AP Gov, right? Yeah. Legend.”

The remark floored Isobel. How did Gregory Manes remember that? Did he think about it as she did? When she was a sophomore, he had been a senior, and both had taken AP Gov. It was the one class they had had together.

Isobel couldn’t help but blush; truthfully, she had always thought Gregory Manes was something special. She could still remember that day as if it were yesterday. 

She had been staring at him from afar in class and felt her chest fluttering over how he would bite his pen and ruffle up his messy long hair as he flipped through his book quickly. 

He was knowledgeable, which she found insanely attractive. A lot of guys in high school didn’t care about those kinds of things. Greg wasn’t Michael smart, but no one was…except maybe Liz Ortecho. But she didn’t want to think of Liz; all she ever heard her brother talk about was “Liz this,” and “Liz that.” Ugh. Instead, she just focused her attention on the intelligent human boy.  

Gregory had his group of friends, but he had also kept to himself. Nothing like his annoying brother Flint, a junior who loved the attention. Gregory was more reserved, kind of like Alex, his other brother, who was their age. The brother who Michael would always stare at from afar, yet wouldn’t talk to. 

Peculiar. 

Isobel managed to look briefly away from him as she glanced at the clock. 

Where the hell is Jake? She wondered. Mr. Otto was about to give the quiz. She had not studied but had heard from a random girl in the hallway, that there would be a big pop quiz today. And not just any exam, one that would make up half of their grade until finals. 

Humans and their games. Infuriating. 

So, naturally being herself, she had taken it into her own hands, switching things up. Yes, she could’ve used her powers on the teacher, but Max had warned the squad to “blend in.” But that was the problem; she liked to stand out, so she had found another way. 

Jake Mulligan, senior and captain of the basketball team, was half in love with her, aka with her looks. Typical. To her, he was just another dumb jock who thought with his little head more than his big. The guy would stare at her boobs constantly, clearly undressing her with his eyes. The male population was so predictable. However, this time, she used it to her advantage. 

She had flirted, a lot, touching the guy’s arm. But even then, the stupid fool had pushed, “I want something in return for jeopardizing my basketball career.” So, she’d agreed to go on a date with him with no actual plan of following through with it. 

Isobel stared at the clock with a groan, ready to use her powers to enter Jake Mulligan’s thoughts, and have him walk into a wall. 

That’s when she noticed Gregory looking stressed. Could it be that he didn’t study either? Having a father like Jesse Manes, well, you wouldn’t want to flunk—that was for sure. She had heard rumors about the Captain…he wasn’t someone you wanted on your bad side. 

Was that why Gregory was so reserved? She didn’t know, but wanted to learn more about who he really was. Isobel did have an inkling that was why he was likely to join the military after graduation. The thought bummed her out; maybe she needed to hurry and make the first move with him—she was more than capable after all. 

Yet, he gave her the butterflies whenever they spoke, which wasn’t often. Isobel wasn’t used to that feeling, so it had given her a bit of nerves. 

But before she could go deeper into those thoughts, the shrill piercing of the alarm erupted all but shook the classroom. Everyone was startled, knocking their books over as they stood up loudly. This hadn’t happened in a very long time. 

“Form a line. People form a line!” The teacher called out, looking annoyed with the whole ordeal. 

They got into line, and guess who randomly stood behind her? 

The butterflies fluttered as she looked back at Greg, who gave her a smile.

As they stood outside waiting and then watching the fire engines pull up, Isobel felt a tad bit guilty. That disappeared quickly as she noticed her classmates jumping up-and-down at the news class would be canceled. They had dodged that pop-quiz-bullet. 

“Tell me somethin’,” a voice said, that familiar calm voice she’d know anywhere. Greg had moved over towards her. “Was this your doing, Evans?”

“Who me?” Isobel asked, batting her eyelids. 

Greg smirked, “Jake was close by, and I may have overheard a thing or two about it.” He looked over at the jock and rolled his eyes. “The bragging and all—four different alarms and everything.” 

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Gregory." 

He shook his head, and kicked the grass, "Sure sure. I suppose you didn’t agree to a date with the guy in return, either?”

“Um…maybe I actually like him. Did you ever think about that?" 

That’s when he looked up and gave her a look, raising his eyebrow, "Mmhmm. I’m sure that’s what it is.” She couldn’t deny that he looked a bit...relieved. 

He didn’t press further, and Isobel loved that it seemed like he knew her, what she wanted, and what she didn’t. 

“Regardless of the reason, freedom, right?” Isobel said with a wide grin and clapped her hands.

Gregory looked into her eyes, humor melting away from his expression, “Yeah, freedom…” There was so much in that gaze that it felt like he wanted her to see him. The real him. "Thank you, Isobel.“ 

The gesture was unnerving; her previous notion still stood. Gregory honestly looked grateful. Maybe life at home was hell on earth, or perhaps it was all for his future. It seemed like such a small thing, a test, but the meaning suddenly felt bigger. 

She felt a bit nervous as she gave a small nod. He slowly walked away to stand next to his buddy, looking back at her one more time. 

Isobel vowed at that moment, that she would go on a date after this was through, but it wouldn’t be with Jake Mulligan. 

Back in the present at the reservation, Isobel shook her head, remembering with regret. Life had gotten busy, too busy, and Isobel had never found the time she had wanted with the guy. 

They hadn’t had the chance to have their own story, just the melody of “what could have been” and “The one that got away.” Gregory had enlisted shortly after high school and joined the Navy, and with that, brought years wasted. 

She looked over towards him now, a smile still on his beautiful face after calling her a "legend,” and the feelings came rushing back like a tidal wave. 

Had he thought about her over the years, too?

How was it that he still managed to fill her with butterflies? So much had changed in both of their lives, but this feeling remained. 

There was something about him, not just his looks…even though he was gorgeous, it was his calm demeanor and kind heart. It made Isobel feel like whatever happened would be okay, even all the hell she had gone through. If he had survived—the hell his family had been through, she could, too. 

It was inspiring. Gregory Manes inspired her. 

Damn, fate had a way of coming back at you: Sometimes quietly or as loud as an alarm. 

#MOOD (shipper edition)

for a late day 6 of @isobelevansappreciation​: emotions/healing

Summary: After picking up Alex from the military base, Isobel and Alex get stranded on the side of the road and encounter someone with not-so-great intentions.

Warning: creepy guy with creepy intentions, mild violence, trauma, fun stuff like that

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Isobel hated every single thing about this.

“It’ll be fun, he said. Bonding, he said. You have so much in common, he said,” Isobel grumbled before roughly kicking the flat tire that decided to pop when they were nowhere near anything and there was no cell service.

“Isobel,” Alex said calmly, “I’m going to change it, don’t worry. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

Isobel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, watching the Airman run his fingers through his hair a little too dramatically for the situation. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Alex, but she didn’t know the guy well enough to spend a five-hour car drive with him and she didn’t really trust anyone in the military because it was easy to assume they all had a power fetish. But it was for Michael so she’d agreed. Now she was regretting it.

[title from the man by taylor swift] [100 words] [isobel evans, max evans, liz ortecho, rosa ortecho, maria deluca, alex manes, michael guerin, kyle valenti] [no warnings apply]  [isobel realizes there’s more than one way to be a family]

[written for @isobelevansappreciation day 7: lily cowles appreciation day | free day be bold and be weird just like lily! | the man by taylor swift]

#MOOD

Isobel Evans Week 2020 • Day 6

[title from quiet by milck] [100 words] [isobel evans] [implied abuse]  [there is one way to get over noah that isobel hasn’t tried yet]

[written for @isobelevansappreciation day 6: emotions | healing | quiet by milck]

Isobel Evans Week 2020 • Day 5:

for @isobelevansappreciation day 5: self-discovery

Summary: With the help of Michael and a handful of beautiful women, Isobel figures out apart of herself. OR Aromantic Pansexual Isobel like we deserve.

Warning: mentions of explosions/war, implied sexual content

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She was the first thing Isobel saw that night.

She looked like a literal angel: dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, white clothes. Her hair was big, a mass of perfect curls forming a halo around her head and resting against her shoulders that were covered in a long white cardigan. Beneath that was a white tube top, white hot pants, white pumps. She was heaven-sent. Isobel forgot how to breathe.

Her eyes followed her to the bar all the way until Michael snorted loud enough to break her trance. Isobel looked back at him to see him smiling smugly at his drink.

[title from homecoming queen? by kelsea ballerini] [100 words] [isobel evans] [no warnings apply]  [isobel is on a quest to find out her true nature]

[written for @isobelevansappreciation day 5: identity | self-discovery | homecoming queen? by elsea ballerini]

The more she gets away from Noah, the more Isobel gets a chance to learn who she really is. Who better to do that with than Charlie?

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