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- 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

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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“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. 

Alexandria - Mental Health Headcanon

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?

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. 

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.