Can you do a headcanon of how the bmp1 princes would behave on a road trip with each?
a/n: This is so cute :3
Roberto: Roberto will be the person who suggested they played games like “how many red cars do you see along the way?” He would be so energetic and like to talk until they reached the destination. Sometimes, he would be moving from front to back as he’s having a difficulty to just sit still in one spot. Alberto would scold him because Roberto was too noisy or that if he moved too much, he would hurt himself. “Miss MC, please feel free to ignore him,” Alberto said, making Roberto pouted and MC laughing.
Edward: Edward would be attentive to everyone’s needs and be the mom in the group. “Prince Glenn, please use this plastic bag if you feel unwell…,” he said before turning to his left and offering some water to her.
Keith: Keith would be so impatient and couldn’t wait to just get out from the car. “C’mon Luke, how much longer do I have to sit in this cramped space?” Keith raised his voice after pushing prince Roberto back to the seat. “I’m sorry but the traffic is bad and we can’t really predict how long will it be,” Luke’s eyebrows knitted together in worry as he looked at the princes.
Glenn: Glenn would be the quiet one and no one realized that he wasn’t good with long trips until his face turned pale. Edward quickly gave him a plastic bag and Yu gave him a motion sickness medicine.
Joshua: Joshua spent his time reading some books but because he’s a fast reader, halfway through the trip, he already finished all the books he brought. He blamed Jan for not bringing enough. Jan purposely left some of the books back in the castle so his prince can have some fun with the others on the trip.
Wilfred: Wilfred would be the person who enjoyed the scenery quietly but when the traffic was bad and the car wasn’t moving for an hour, he started to talk with Joshua and Edward about some policies. When he realized MC was bored, he tried to incorporate things that MC can comment about.
“Please stop following me around, I promise I will be fine!” I turned around, snapping at the life-size Charlesian vase that was placed ostentatiously in the middle of the corridor. My patience was reaching its very limit as an awkward looking dark-haired man cautiously stepped out from the shadow.
He stared at me for a long while, a blush slowly creeping across his cheeks as he raised his eyebrows in utter surprise. “H-how did you know?” The prince mumbled sheepishly, refusing to meet my eyes as I had rather ungraciously exposed his hiding place once again.
“Prince Joshua…” I sighed, no longer feeling amused by his overprotective behaviour with my annoyance level culminating rapidly. Prince Joshua had been stalking, for a poor usage of word, me for the past many weeks. I was touched, initially, to catch the clumsy prince fumbling all over me as he followed me from a distance. However, his eccentric way of showing affection was beginning to get to me when he refused to even speak to me when I had caught sight of him.
He was oddly tenacious, insisting on keeping his distance, preferring to watch me from his quiet corner instead of being beside me. There were even moments when I had wondered if Prince Joshua was a disturbing stalker or my lover. There were times that I had to assure myself that it was only my husband when I noticed a large shadow creeping upon me several times; eventually I was getting used to his perplexing behaviour.
“Please, get back to work!” I reprimanded him gently, putting a hand on his waist as my initial rage was washed away by his bashful glance, “Jan is worried… You have been disappearing fairly frequently..” Prince Joshua simply gazed at me in reply, mumbling quietly with concern etching deep into his face. “I was worried about you going to that place.”
I bit my lips and had to restrain myself from strangling my beloved, “I did tell you a few moments ago, didn’t I? I am going to the washroom. The washroom.” I repeated the word with gritted teeth.
In response, however, Prince Joshua only nodded in further resolution; as if heading to the toilet was a tedious and a dangerous chore and he continued, ignoring my earlier pleas. “Then, I will wait for you outside.” The prince gestured in the direction while he stood his spot adamantly.
“….Prince Joshua.” I admitted defeat, “…Do as you please, then.”
Addendum to the “What is Love?” post I did that got so many notes.
Earth 2: World’s End #7 - writers Daniel H. Wilson, Marguerite Bennett and Mike Johnson; art Jan Duursema & Keith Champagne. Robson Rocha & Guillermo Ortergo, Tyler Kirkham & Joe Weems, Stephen Segovia & Jason Paz and Jorge Jimenez; colours Gabe Eltaeb
can u do a headcannon where mc is anorexic and i want to see how the bmp butlers (and princes if u want) handle it? and maybe they see some scars on her wrists? ^^ ty i just wanna see how they handle it also including zain and theo pwease （＾ω＾）
TW: Mentions of anorexia and previous cutting under the cut.