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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Negan x reader - people can change

Part 9:

A/N: sign language will be in italics

You and Negan headed back to Lakeshore, and you were greeted by Cole and Luke.

“So, what’s the verdict?”

You turned to look at Negan, stepping aside and you placed a hand on his back, pushing him into the crowd.

“Welcome the new member!” You announced.

Everyone grinned and cheered and clapped, and Negan laughed, rubbing the back of his head a little awkwardly.

He was dragged away by some people and Cole gestured for you to follow him into a cabin and over to a table.

“Ezekiel and Aaron have asked for us to meet them here.” Cole said.

“How many want to go?”

“Pretty much everybody, but some have agreed to stay here and defend just in case. Cole will do the same, I’ll go out, take five teams with me over this way.”

Luke grabbed the pencil and circled an area.

“I’ll take the rest over this side then.”

You circled another.

“We’ll have to leave tomorrow night at the latest, this place is pretty close to us.”

The nodded in agreement.

“Negan? Will he fight?”

“I’m not sure yet, right now that’s his call, if not he’ll stay with Cole, if he does then he’ll go with Luke since Luke will have the most people.”

“Yeah, I can do that. We’ve nearly finished the armour too, we’ve distributed what we could to the others.”

You looked at the map, and you looked up to them, setting your mask aside and they did the exact same thing.

“I’ve put preparations in place.”

“Don’t even go there.” Luke warned.

“I had to. Just in case. You’ll find everything you need in my home.”

“Nothing is going to happen.”

“We don’t know that, right now we need to make sure that the horde doesn’t make it to where the whisperers are trying to lead it, and keep casualties to hopefully none.”

They nodded in agreement.

Looking at the papers, you closed your eyes.

“For now get everything ready for the party tonight.”

“(Y/N).”

“Go on Luke, it’ll be fine, I’ll see you guys then.”

You put your mask back on, and you left, making your way to the armoury to see the man inside.

“Hey Eric.”

He offered you a half wave, setting down the chest plate that he was working on.

“It’s all ready to go, I’ve just got to smooth it out a little more, but it’ll fit, Cole has a similar build so I used him. Oh, and here’s that mask you asked for.”

He handed you a mask, it looked no different to all the others that people wore, and you set it next to the chest plate.

“I’ll come for it in the morning, thank you.”

“You need anything else?”

“No, it’s alright. Go, get ready for the party we won’t be needing anything else.”

You kept yourself distracted for the day, doing last minute preparations, making sure that you had everything you needed all ready.

Even as the fun began, people laughing and cheering and just having a good time in the evening sun.

Lanterns were lined up well into the trees, helping people find their way, people were coming and going from the trees and the lake.

You were sat on the beach, just looking at them all, then you turned your attention back to the lake, watching as the sunset bounced of the small waves.

“You’re a damn hard person to find (Y/N).”

You look to your left, watching as Negan sat himself down.

“I’m coming tomorrow.”

“You’ll be with Luke’s group.”

He nodded his head, leaning back on his hands, and you laid down on your back, staring up at the slightly pink sky.

“What was your life like before all this?” You asked.

“High school gym teacher, fired, jobless, had a wife, was a real piece of shit to her, she still stuck by me though. Cancer got her after all this started.”

“I’m sorry.”

Negan looked down at you.

“What about you?”

You took a small breath.

“Cop. Undercover actually, I was four years deep undercover with a gang, all this started they got the hell out of dodge.”

“You stayed?”

“Didn’t have much of a choice.”

Negan gave you a confused look and you stood up, holding your hand out to help him up before you slowly began to walk down the shore.

“They found out I was a cop a few months before this, wanted information so they locked me in a room, determined to get it somehow and let me tell you they were creative as hell.”

“What did they do to you?”

“It’s in the past now, doesn’t really matter. Doesn’t change anything, the things that happened to me or the things I had to do.”

Negan looked at you, then went back to looking at his feet.

“That why you hide behind that mask?”

“Yeah, you could say that I guess. Like I said, I hate the face that looks back, so, the less I see it the better.”

You stopped walking, and you turned round to face him.

“People do horrible things in order to survive. I know that, you know that too. Just because someone did something horrible doesn’t mean they’re a horrible person, sometimes they have their reasons.”

“What makes someone a bad person then?”

You thought about his question for a moment.

“An unwillingness to accept they did wrong and not try make amends for the things they do, not feel shame or sadness for what they did in the past.”

“You can’t change the past.” He said.

“No. You can’t.”

Negan reached up, poking the forehead of the mask.

“Then stop living in it dumbass, because it’s just going to eat you up and shit you out, trust me I’d know, because it happened to me.”

He offered you a little grin.

“I’m an asshole. A shit person. I know I am. You’re not, don’t like that feeling you’re clinging on to turn you into somebody like me.”

“You’re not a shit person Negan. You’re a man who was in pain, who had lost everything and yeah, okay, you made a few wrong choices, but you’re making the right ones now.”

“Won’t change shit.”

“No. It won’t, you’re right. But the actions you make can still decide how the rest of your life will go.”

Negan turned to look at Lakeshore, and then he turned back to you.

“And if I want to stay here?”

“Then you can, this place is your home now. You’re one of us.”

He nodded his head and turned to look at the waves, hands in his pockets as he just took in his peaceful it was.

In a way it reminded him of the old world and how things used to be, being able to just stand somewhere and not have to worry about some dead person trying to attack.

You did the same thing, and you thought about what was going to happen tomorrow, if it would go to plan or not.

Then you turned to Negan, and you remembered the deal you had made with him but he never took you up on it.

“Negan?”

“(Y/N).”

He look at you and you turned to face him, so he did the same thing.

“Close your eyes.”

“Getting creepy again but alright.”

He closed his eyes and you took your mask off, adjusting the strap a little before reaching up, placing it on his face.

You didn’t say anything, you simply just turned around to look at the water.

Negan opened his eyes, carefully removing the mask, placing it over the hilt of his sword so it wouldn’t get covered in sand.

He stood next to you, wondering if he should let curiosity get the better of him this time or not.

“I can practically hear you thinking about it, it’s fine.”

Negan finally turned his face, wondering what he was going to see.

He’d spent this whole time trying to figure out what he was going to see, trying to put a face to the mask that was always the front.

From where he was stood, he could see half your face, soft features, not the features of somebody who had once taken down a large amount of his men.

He slowly turned, his face to the sun so he could looking at you better and you locked eyes with him, tilting your head up and to the side slightly.

That’s when he saw it.

By the corner of your right eye, he reached up, stopping to silently ask for permission and you gave the smallest nod of your head.

He placed a finger on your jaw, tilting your head up a little more and took a few steps to the side so you weren’t having to awkwardly angle your head.

His hand moved from your jaw, he brought his finger up to your eye and you closed them, feeling him trace the lines, to your ear where they stopped, then back, down the side of your face and your neck where they went to your scarf and he stopped.

Negan looked at them, they were like when lightening struck across the sky, engraved in your skin permanently.

You opened your eyes, and he looked at you.

(E/C) eyes, he wasn’t wrong about that, with some (H/C) hair falling from under your hood.

“This is what you’re ashamed off?” He asked quietly.

“It reminds me of what I did before the world fell… what I did undercover…”

You sighed and averted your gaze.

“It was after they found out what I was, they wanted information, apparently if you amp up a shock rod enough it leaves a pretty nasty mark.”

You reached up, unwrapping your scarf, putting it over your left shoulder so you could pull down your cloak and shirt a little bit.

Negan could see where it was stabbed into your, and that the shock had branched out, not only going up to your face but down your back, chest, and arm.

You moved your hand away to cover it up again.

“I see it, I remember the things I did, what I did just because it was my job. The people I hurt and the lives I destroyed.”

Negan took your scarf back, carefully wrapping it around your neck again, tucking it under your cloak like you had it.

He adjusted the hood of your clock, placing his hand on your face, covering your scar, and he leant down, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head and he stood up.

“This world doesn’t give a shit about that anymore, and neither do these people. Plus I think you look hot, scars or no scars, so.”

You laughed a little, lowered your head at his words.

Negan took your chin between his thumb and index finger, raising your head so he could look at you smiling.

“Come on, don’t hide that smile now. It’s too late, over already seen it.” He smirked.

You just smiled a little more, turning your eyes away and he let go, trailing his fingers along your cheek, taking to covering your scar for you again for you.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

You directed your gaze back to him.

“You are beautiful, never forget that.” He smiled.

“You’ve only just seen what I look like.”

“Well, yeah, okay. You got me there. But I’ve spent a lot of time with you, I know a beautiful woman when I meet one.”

“Stop…”

He grinned.

“Come on, I mean it.”

“No.”

“Come on! It’s true!”

You turned around, burying your face into your scarf.

Negan chuckled a little, walking around so he could look at you again.

“You really don’t believe it?”

“People can lie…” you mumbled.

Negan looked at you.

You had spent all this time hiding from who you were that you didn’t even remember what it was like to be told something good.

You had spent that long hating yourself, that you couldn’t see anything good about yourself anymore, and he knew how that felt.

“Look at me.”

You shook your head.

“Hey, just trust me. Okay?”

You raised your gaze.

You looked at him, you recognised the same look in his face that you had in yours when you saw your own reflection.

He was just better at hiding it, but Negan carried a similar pain to you.

He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time.

He pulled your scarf down she you couldn’t hide your face, and cradled your face and leant down, tilting your head up a little so he could carefully kiss you.

You were stood frozen, and he pulled away, opening his eyes to look at you.

He was trying to gauge your reaction to what had just happened, if he had made the right move or not.

You closed your eyes, leaning forward to kiss him, a little unsure.

He stepped closer, and you placed a hand on his chest, he moved one of his hands from your face to place over yours on his chest.

You pulled away, and he grinned a little bit.

“Believe me now?”

“How do I know you just don’t go around kissing everyone?”

He laughed.

“You’re so stubborn.”

You nodded your head, looking back to Lakeshore.

“It’s going to be fake, come on.”

You began making your way back, and he followed you, draping his arm over your shoulder, holding your mask back out to you and you took it, putting it back on.

You still had a little smile on your face, and thankfully the mask hid it.

You didn’t want to admit that when he kissed you there was something there, maybe a spark or maybe just the thought of the fact that somebody for the first time in god knows how many years somebody wanted to kiss you.

You just wanted to saviour that moment for the rest of the night, even as you joined the festivities, and Negan wasn’t that far behind you, focused on nothing else but you.

He’d felt that same feeling too, except he felt it when he saw your smile, saw how calm and beautiful your face was, how gently you looked at him unlike anybody else has in years

#the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #twd imagine #Negan smith #negan smith x you #negan smith x reader #negan smith x y/n #Negan smith imagine

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ccaramel-llow · 3 months

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Hey if you are still taking requests could you maybe do Noah, Cody and Ezekiel with a mute reader?

Pairings; Noah/Reader, Cody/Reader, Ezekiel/Reader (All seperate)

Warnings; Cursing, Cody being weird, Ezekiel himself, Teasing.

PLATONIC !! 🫂

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Noah

, This guy would be the sarcastic and moody friend, Saying rude remarks about people in front of their faces when someone talks rudely of you.

, Will glare at the person who talks horribly of you and WILL smack talk the hell about people infront of their faces not giving a damn if their hurt or not.

, Noah would definitely be surprised if you did speak though, And would definitely say a rude remark without realizing it.

"You sound like a dying man gasping for air."

, Will probably gossip about people while your there just listening.

, He probably said a lot of rude things to you when he first met you, But when he warmed up the rude remarks just stopped and happened slowly when he got confirmation you

Cody

, Cody would be supportive and really chill about it, Telling you how hot Gwen is from time to time because everybody would just tell him to shut the hell up, He appreciates how you dont though. He does shut up though if you give him a angry glare.

, He will rant about his hyper fixations while your eating your food.

, Cody will definitely fix whatever electronic you or someone broke. He'd gladly do it!! Your the only person who listens to him anyways.

"You dont have to say a word my friend!! I'll fix it for you!! Just give me about like, a day or two?"

, Cody names you "Silent" While you put his nickname as "Chatty" in your contacts.

, Cody will punch someone if someone makes fun of you.

Ezekiel

, This guy would be your friend when he was rabid and you tried to look for him out of worry.

, Like Tarzan idk?? He'd probably be hesitant to trust you at first because of the horrible shit Chris has done to him because he was unlikable.

, He warms up to you soon and follows you around like a damn dog. Would probably kidnap you and Chris wouldnt care as long as you were the favorite in the show.

, He will literally rabidly attack others who smack talk you.

, He trusts you more then anyone else, Because even though your mute you cared for him when he was rabid and actually went to LOOK for him.

, He literally cant talk himself lmfao. I think he lost his memory of speaking or whatever so he relates to you alot. But he can read your body language!

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ROMANTIC ❤‍🩹

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NOAH

, He isn't that big on realizing how others feel but he can read your facial expressions and body language!

, He likes to say "If you don't speak that means you love me." And he smirks stupidly as you dont say anything.

, Noah personally does NOT know what to do in romantic relationships.

, He will be extra rude to people when they are rude, Or if he eavesdrops on people talking smack about you behind your back. He gets irritated just by hearing people talking badly about you when they dont KNOW you.

, He gifts you a notebook with a multi color pen, If you break it then he will stare at you with disbelief and call you a dumb ass.

Cody

, Nothing really changes with this guy, He rants about his day and some random stuff.

, Will probably spend his lifesaving's on candy and wrap it up in the most nicest gifts ever just to give it to you as a suprise, Like imagine waking up to Cody getting jumped by the girls (if you are a girl) just because he placed a gift of chocolate on your bed.

, He's the type of guy to give you flowers and intentionally buy milkshakes so you both can have edible straws and drink out of it.

, Sorry for saying this but he wears your shirt under his normal attire. And if you were in TDWT and it was that one jungle episode where you both were caught, He'd intentionally give you the x ray glasses.

, He lives with his mom. Trust.

Ezekiel

, You probably have dark humor or He just bothered you until you got a restraining order against him.

, He didn't stop flirting with you though.

, Eventually you found him silly and felt bad for him so you dismissed the restraining order.

, He brushes his teeth every day for you.

, when he turns rabid he still brushes his teeth because he doesnt want his teeth to be piss colored even though their already crooked (I think) around you.

, Tries to impress you by giving you flowers except he got them from a grave yard due to him being a broke fuck.

, He leaves dead animals on your bed as a love language.

#tdi x reader #total drama x reader #total drama island #total drama ezekiel #total drama cody #total drama noah #noah x reader #tdi noah x reader #tdi cody x reader #cody x reader #td ezekiel #ezekiel x reader

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wheredidalltheusersgo · 4 months

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The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 10: Exploration

Day 8

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that Ezekiel was gone.

No big deal, he was probably out foraging.

He went on his hands and knees and stretched down until his chin was nearly touching the ground in a downward dog pose. Geoff sighed in satisfaction, there was nothing better than a good morning stretch.

His shorts were fucking killing him, though. They ripped during his mutation, and they barely fit him anymore. The fabric was digging into his scaly skin. Unfortunately, he didn't have any other kind of pants to wear, so ripped shorts it was.

He got back into a sitting position and looked around the cave, it might be fun to explore a bit. After stretching his legs, he got to his feet and walked towards an exit to the part of the cave he was in.

While he expected the cave to be big, this one was HUGE! Geoff wandered through the tunnels and admired each cool-looking stone he found.

After a bit, he came across what looked like a cliff edge. As he looked over the edge, he noticed the large body of water beneath. It looked deep enough to dive into! "Natural pool, sweet!" Geoff grinned and took a couple steps back.

He charged forwards and jumped into the water.

There was a loud splash as he landed in the cool, clear water.

The water rippled as he rose to the surface and combed his soaking wet hair out of his eyes. Being submerged in water had never felt so good before. Geoff sighed happily and floated on his back for a few hours, feeling relaxed and rejuvenated by the fresh, slightly glowing water.

After an hour or two, he climbed out and shook himself off. He had to bring Zeke here sometime!

It turned out that exploring the cave without Zeke wasn't a good idea.

The many caverns and winding tunnels weren't doing much to help him get back to his and Ezekiel's little hideout. As much as he hated to admit, he was lost. Terribly lost in this labyrinth of stone.

He took a seat on a boulder so he could stop and think of a plan to get back to where he and Zeke had been staying for the past few days.

Wait a minute, Ezekiel had to be back by now! Maybe if he called out for him, he'd come find him!

With a deep breath, he called out for his friend. "Zeke! Buddy!!! I'm completely fine!!" He yelled. "Are you there?? Anywhere???"

No response.

The only sound he could hear was his voice echoing throughout the walls of stone.

Time to keep walking.

There were other things that lived down here, right? Maybe he'd run into one of them, he wasn't scared of becoming prey anymore. He knew he could easily overpower anything he came across with his new size and strength. Was he getting a bit cocky? Maybe.

However, that thought was forgotten as he saw something further ahead. It was about the size of a sheep and kinda looked like a gopher, but it was pink and slightly fuzzy. It seemed to be squeaking and looking around in a panic. Geoff felt kinda bad for it, but he didn't know how to help the thing.

His ears perked up as he heard a soft rumbling noise. It sounded like an earthquake? Wait, AN EARTHQUAKE?!

Geoff barely had time to think before a part of the cave wall collapsed a couple feet behind him. "Holy shit, dude!?" He exclaimed in shock. The cave was collapsing, had there been any explosions or mining in here?? Geoff looked back at the creature up ahead of him, if he didn't act fast, the little thing would get crushed, and so would he! In a moment of pure adrenaline, he ran forwards, snatched the mutant up into his arms and charged through the tunnel as it collapsed behind him. As he leapt forwards into the cavern connected to the tunnel, the fallen rocks sealed the pathway shut.

He tumbled to the ground and used his body to shield the squeaking beast in his arms.

Even when the dust settled, he continued to hold the creature close to his chest.

While he opened his eyes and let his night-vision adjust to the darkness around them, he only had one question.

"Where the hell am I?"

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m-twst-ocs · 6 months

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Calling all NRC Freshmen! Come learn Etiquette and brush arms at a fancy party in the Briar Valley

See Ezekiel von Engles in Savannaclaw for details

Ezekiel, much to his... severe dismay has received a letter from his father. Even worse, it has to do with duke-related things. He is to be expected to attend a soiree in the Briar Valley, or else he will be passed up in favor for his sister as the duke.

Normally, Ezekiel wouldn't give too shits about what his father says and going to a social event with other stuck up royals sounds like hell to him, however, at the prospect of being passed up be begrudgingly agrees. What's more, he's allowed to take classmates along with him! How fun!

Now he can show his father that when you get into a pissing contest with Ezekiel von Engels, it will most certainly be a losing battle.

Formal attire will be provided.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 (possibly more to be added)

If you wish to join with your student of choice, then you can do the following

Draw your character in formal attire

Draw a card with your character (I'll make a card bg soon)

Write your character as they go through a bit of etiquette training!

The canon characters that are joinging along are Vil, Mal, Sebek, Lilia, Jack, and Deuce

And as for ny characters, there's Malika, Pamela, Timothy, and Araiguma

Abd the tag to see your creation is #the devil wears the girl's uniform

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst fan event #fan event #twst fanevent #twisted wonderland fan event

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gaytotaldrama · 8 months

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after rewatching "i see london..." i realized i had reached peak levels of gw*ncan denial. as a result, here's what REALLY happened in the airplane bathroom (trust. i was there, peep my pfp).

also on my ao3

Gwen was super confused. Which wasn't anything new for someone who'd competed on Total Drama for three seasons, but this time, somehow, it wasn't Chris's fault. It wasn't because of man-eating sharks. It wasn't because they'd been stranded in Jamaica for what felt like forever. It wasn't even because Ezekiel was apparently some sort of freaky Gollum thing now.

It was because of a guy.

She hadn't had a romance on the show since everything with Trent had gone south - hadn't even dated anyone in the hiatus between seasons, not after how she'd been booted off in Action. Though she and Trent had eventually talked things out, the pain had still been very real. Gwen wasn't ready to have her heart broken a second time.

But then suddenly, news of Duncan and Courtney splitting, getting back together, and re-splitting was all over her feed. Heather made that stupid joke about Duncan being Gwen's boyfriend. Katie and Sadie kept pestering her for details that, frankly, didn't exist. And it seemed like it became all anyone ever wanted to ask Gwen about anymore.

The problem had been that everyone was right. She was into Duncan, however hard she tried to keep it a secret. When she'd realized they would be competing again together, she'd gotten butterflies in her stomach. She was single now, there was no one to get mad at her for moving on...

Except, of course, for Courtney. They'd started World Tour bickering together on the Pyramids, apparently bad enough that Duncan was willing to quit over it. Courtney had been furious, blaming Duncan for being a poor sport, blaming Gwen for the argument. Gwen had been too busy dealing with her own feelings over Duncan's departure to really pay her any mind. She assumed Courtney would probably use the whole thing as an excuse to hate Gwen forever.

But when she'd opened her eyes the next morning in first class, it was to see Courtney sitting across from her, smiling brightly.

And out of nowhere, they became thick as thieves. In two seasons of the show, they'd never been on the same team before - hell, they hadn't even been on the show at the same time during Action - but that had changed and Duncan wasn't there for Courtney to antagonize Gwen over and it was - it was - it was kinda fun. Courtney gave her stuff to soak her hand in (even if it was guano). Gwen took the fall for what had gone down in Newfoundland. They'd had an awesome time today running around London and talking morbid history - not to mention giving Heather a good stretch on the rack. Gwen never imagined she'd make friends with someone so uptight, but hey, that was probably part of why Duncan liked Courtney in the first place.

Ugh, but that was just the thing: Duncan. He was back now which meant everything was screwed again. He and Courtney could fight/make out all they wanted, opposing teams or no, and Gwen could stand awkwardly by and try not to be so obvious in her jealousy. She could only imagine the shit she was gonna get from Heather for it all.

The door to the confessional opened.

"Hey!" Gwen exclaimed, jumping in surprise and turning toward the sound. "What do you think you're - "

Oh no, it was him. Looking straight at her. Then at the (evidently busted) bathroom lock. Then back at her, and Gwen's mouth was reaaaaaaaallllly dry.

"Sorry," Duncan said, not sounding sorry at all. He grinned. "You about done in here, Pasty? I've been off the show for a while now. Could really use the confession time."

"Uh - " she stammered - what to do, where to put her hands, where to look? "Yeah, sorry, I'll be right out of your hair - "

"Jesus," Duncan observed, indicating with a nod of his head. "What happened to your paw?"

He held it up to inspect it in the dim lighting, and Gwen's guts started flip-flopping.

"This is gonna sound stupid and crazy," she said. "But I have no idea."

Duncan hummed. "You should get that checked out," he said, and then it was quiet but he was still sort of holding her hand, and -

Every time I ran from the cops, I thought of you.

Gwen kissed him. Just closed the gap and kissed him without even thinking about it. He tasted like greasy English chips with vinegar, and she suddenly wished the plane had never left London, that she was still there gallivanting around Whitechapel with Courtney, and they would -

He pushed her away. Not violently. But not gently either.

It hit her all at once, what she'd just done. "Oh my God," she said, feeling her breath start to quicken and shake. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I thought - I thought - "

And she started to blubber like a little baby on international TV. Because obviously, things weren't already humiliating enough for her.

"Kaczmarek," Duncan said slowly - he hadn't called her by her surname since season one. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know!" she gasped, grabbing huge tufts of her hair in her panic. "It - I don't know! I thought you missed me, I guess. Or something. Or - "

"I'm with Courtney," he said, the reminder making Gwen want to sob even harder. "I did miss you while I was gone. Because we're friends, Gwen. At least, I thought so."

"We are." She gulped heavily, trying to get a handle on herself. "Well, I hope we still can be." Running her sleeve across her streaming nose, she added, shame-faced, "I'm so sorry, Duncan. Seriously. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, things were fine until you came back. Courtney and I were getting along so well." She hiccuped, eyes brimming over with a fresh bout of tears. "And now you're here again. And I'm so confused."

"It's ok to be confused," he told her, reminding Gwen of just how soft the bad boy really was on the inside. "Emotions are fucked. It happens."

Gwen shook her head. "But I shouldn't have let it rope you in. Especially not like that." She groaned, feeling yet another lump rise in her throat. "Courtney is going to kill me."

"Maybe." When she looked at Duncan, he merely shrugged. "Maybe not. Sometimes, you just can't tell with that girl. She can be all over the place." A dopey grin began to spread across his face, and his eyes got all moony. "She's awesome."

Gwen hid her face in her hands. "I'm such an idiot."

"Pasty, let me ask you something."

She gave a noncommittal grunt from inside the cage of her fingers. Go ahead.

"Did you like kissing me?"

Overcome by another tidal wave of humiliation, Gwen felt her ears burn. "I - I thought it was something I wanted..."

"Right," he confirmed. "But did you like it?"

"I..." She swallowed. "I don't know..."

"Sounds promising," Duncan joked, because he was an asshole - just not as much of an asshole as Gwen, apparently. "What, were you thinking of something really disgusting? Owen's butt? Chef's camp food?" He mimed gagging. "Naked Heather?"

It was enough to make Gwen crack a very weak smile. She slugged him in the chest half-heartedly, and said, without hesitation, "Actually, I was thinking about - "

But she stopped mid-sentence. Cold, horrible awareness began to trickle down the small of her back. The Pyramids, the time in Whitechapel, everything happening now - they all had one very bossy, very gorgeous factor in common.

"You were thinking about...?" he prompted her, and she looked at him with complete helplessness, certain she was the most pathetic schmuck on the face of the planet.

"I was thinking about Courtney," said Gwen - but why on Earth it had taken her so long to put two and obvious two together, she really couldn't say. All she could do was stare straight ahead at one of her best friends and hope he wasn't about to pulverize her into a sad, sexually confused, gothy pulp.

"Well," said Duncan slowly. His eyes were as wide as Gwen was sure her own were. " Well. That doesn't really make matters less complicated, does it, Kaczmarek?"

And he was right. It really didn't.

#td #total drama #gwourtney #td gwen #td fanfiction #my writing

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mangora · 2 years

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Remake of my TD coffee shop orders post with ALL the characters bc I am bugging rn

GEN ONE:

Ezekiel: He drinks plain coffee, possibly with cream and sugar, just bc it’s how he grew up

Eva: If a protein shake is available, I mean obviously she’s taking that, but under regular coffee shop constraints I think she’d do a black coffee, MAYBE a coffee with milk on special occasions. I don’t think she cares about the taste she just wants the energy boost

Noah: I’m kinda conflicted. Bc I think he’d make fun of high-sugar and froofy drinks, but also I think he’d be too self aware to drink black coffee to look cool and he needs the adhd sugar serotonin boost. Maybe I’d go middle ground, have him drink a latte or a mocha. I think he tries to narrowly avoid coffee discourse but just narrowly

Justin: He loves stupid fancy high-detail drinks. He is the fucking joke about the guy who asks you to heat his milk to a certain degree Celsius. He drinks Virgin Irish coffee with nonfat gelato and splenda. Whipped cream towers and wafer straws. I fucking hate this guy

Katie: She likes PSLs and owns it. Go girlboss. And Frappuccinos, if it’s full of sugar she loves it.

Tyler: He doesn’t like coffee, tries to drink skinny lattes or hot espresso and hates them both. He also hates protein shakes. Medicine teas? So bad but he tries. You know what he likes? He likes fruit smoothies and juices. It’s his secret jam. He’s bisexual

Izzy: Redbull, she will not drink any normal liquid, it’s this or monster or like a cosmopolitan at 9am. You take her to a coffee shop? “Yeah can I get a cup of syrup?” They have a primal urge to just, destroy their body. She’s playing chicken with God. Also, hot dog water

Cody: He likes chocolate milk, I feel like this ones obvious, he would cry and shit his pants if he had to drink real coffee

Beth: Also not a big coffee girl, I think even a frappe would be much for her. She’s a juice drinker. Maybe a smoothie drinker? But I think she’d be happiest with like an orange or apple juice box

Sadie: Obviously a Frappuccino or fancy latte like Katie, twinsies, etc. but I do think she’d be insecure about ordering one without Katie

Courtney: Soy milk macchiato, or like an espresso or red eye with a dash of soy milk. Whatever, lots of coffee and a little soy milk so she can technically claim she’s not a neurotic coffee addict. She would just do crack if she was a little more deranged

Harold: He likes those fucking anime sodas those piss me off for no reason. But fr do I think he’d be a coffee snob and order like a “piccolo latte” at a Dutch Bros. Leshawna almost kills him for it. Duncan does kill him for it

Trent: Hot take: Trent’s a tea guy. He likes white or green, maybe with some nut or oat milk. I would say matcha but honestly i feel like it would be too heavy for him. He’s not a drink girlie he just likes water usually but if he sees a good tea shop, he’s like “ah what the hell”

Bridgette: She would be a refresher or iced fruit tea enjoyer. Especially like cistrusy drinks. Maybe, on like holidays, every other leap year, she would get oat milk or soy milk with like a half shot of espresso

Lindsay: Nonfat caramel macchiato, maybe blended with ice. She likes basic sweet coffee drinks and you know what? She deserves it

DJ: I think he’d be a big juice guy, especially like green juices. I could see him getting a latte or cappuccino with, say it with me everyone, plant milk, but idk. I don’t think he’s super picky

Geoff: Once again I don’t think he’s picky, but I do think he’d be a day drinker, like he’d order a Long Island iced tea in the morning with a fake ID or he’d pour vodka into a latte. I could also see him ordering a frappe or maybe even an egg coffee.

Leshawna: HOT TAKE: I think she’d really like an affogato. It’s creamy, it’s sweet, and she deserves a treat with a bit of a kick

Duncan: This will be a theme in here: he pretends to like black coffee but doesn’t. At least, it’s not his favorite. He’s actually more fond of sweet cold brews.

Heather: I know Duncan had his “double caramel macchiato” line but I personally think Heather would like French Vanilla coffee, AND she’s a bean snob. She needs a rich ass ristretto made from good beans, she can taste bean quality. Like honestly she owns a French press and probably a cezve too. She also likes Turkish coffee most.

Gwen: I do not care what base coffee she gets I do not care what flavor, I do not care what proportion she gets milk to coffee; but I know, with all my heart, she likes OAT MILK. And her coffee is ICED. She thinks the oat milk makes her special. She takes her Prozac with it. But she is not special, she’s just gay.

Owen: Owen likes many things but I do not think coffee is one of them. He likes starbucks vanilla frappuccinos.

GEN TWO:

Staci: She’s definitely a boba girl, but honestly i think she’d be fine with most teas. She likes them with milk and fruit because it makes them look special and makes her look cultured

Dakota: I still hold true to the idea that she’s a seasonal drink enjoyer, but also she loves anything iced coffee. Especially white mochas, sweet = good

B: I still think they’d like plain teas because they’re calming and not too sweet, but I don’t think they’d turn down a plain coffee. I just don’t think they’d get super hyped on it

Dawn: Definitely a matcha liker. Also only drinks plant based milks and creamers, if she uses any at all. I don’t think she’d turn down any other tea though, they might like floral or fruity ones. He and B have tea enjoyer solidarity

Sam: Of course he’d prefer G-Fuel and just general energy drinks over everything, but if he was at a proper drink shop I think he’d take his coffee with milk and sugar. It’s not a big deal if he can’t get them, caffeine’s the priority, but he’d prefer them

Brick: He tries to drink espresso to contend with Jo and his military bros, but I think he’d really like fruit smoothies or fruity teas (maybe one with orange peel or vanilla) if he was allowed to have them

Anne Maria: Caramel Macchiato, easily, she likes it extra and she likes it sweet. I however retract my statement about her liking frappuccinos, I think she’d call them a pussy drink

Mike: He likes a generic vanilla iced coffee because he’s, you know, Mike, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if he put a little shot of whiskey in his morning cup for a little audacity

Chester: Black tea with lemon. He’s a tea guy, said what I said. Bitter, sour, easy. Also he probably couldn’t afford milk and sugar as a kid

Svetlana: Honestly I don’t think she’s a real drink girlie either, considering how she likes to stay in shape and also I don’t think she’d like the taste of coffee/tea. Maybe she’d like juices? Like with strawberries and mangos and greens.

Vito: Ristretto buddy, this guy can take down the nastiest bitterest tasting coffee and not even blink. It does make him bounce off the walls tho

Manitoba: I think he’d like an espresso/doppio, maybe a flat white? He just downs it, doesn’t care about the taste much. He’s eaten worse probably he’s like “hey it’s not dirt! woop woop!” and drinks a whole pot and runs around and picks up a squirrel with his teeth and dies

Mal: Normally I’d say black because “ooo he so edgy” but honestly I think he’d like a brown sugar latte or a cup of chai. He likes the flavors, strong flavors. That or Monster because he’s insane

Jo: Black coffee, but not for any like status reasons. It just tastes good to her

Scott: He only drinks shitty instant coffee, usually without sweetener or cream bc he didn’t have them growing up. It’s always boiling hot. And he hates every other drink.

Zoey: She does like a good iced coffee but I think she much prefers milk teas (esp with boba). Also I think she likes the Starbucks pink drink and Mal bullies her for it

Lightning: He would like a protein shake if it’s available, not a fan of coffee or tea. Maybe he’d drink a juice or smoothie but it would have to be heavily vegetable and/or spice based.

Cameron: The taste of coffee would kill him, and he’s grown up scared of milks and sweet drinks and nuts bc his mom only let him drink water out of fear of him developing diabetes or something. I think maybe Zoey and Mike would slowly warm him up to something lighter like green tea.

GEN THREE:

Beardo: He likes lavender tea with lemon and honey, it soothes his voice

Leonard: I think he’d like herbal teas and fruit juices, they’re like potions

Amy: I don’t know, maybe a white chocolate mocha or frappe? But I do know she screams at the baristas!

Rodney: I hold true to the fact that he memorizes everyone’s orders, rehearses his own order, and will drink whatever to be included— BUT I think his preference is fruit smoothies. He’s just too afraid to order them.

Sammy: Frappucinos, fruit teas, juices, milk teas, anything cold and sweet basically. She doesn’t really like coffee though

Ella: Similar to Sammy, likes strawberry-flavored drinks especially. They make her feel like a princess.

Topher: Latte macchiato. On a technical level he’s a bean snob also and specifies the beans he wants every time he orders, but he can’t taste the difference and honestly likes the cream better than the coffee.

Dave: Makes fun of “basic girl” coffee orders. He gets black coffee and hates it. He truthfully doesn’t like any drinks. Maybe a seltzer water.

Scarlett: A plain tea enjoyer. Peppermint, ginger, black; not a fan of fruity ones though.

Max: Plain milk, and it’s fucking gross

Jasmine: She likes savory or bitter drinks, mostly black coffee with cream but no sugar. I think she’d also like chai.

Sugar: An anti-tea advocate. But she does like instant coffee with sugar, a similar situation to Scott. And maybe she’ll drink straight half-and-half.

Sky: Likes green juices and ginger tea, she needs that health boost but isn’t a fan of protein powder or black coffee.

Shawn: He likes black coffee, but is trying to cut back on it because it makes him neurotic. I don’t think he’d really like any other drinks much.

GEN 4:

Tammy: Same as Leonard, but I also think she’d like boba and even some of the fruity Monsters

Pete: He’s way too proud of drinking pure black coffee because he’s an old man

Gerry: He one-ups Pete by drinking pure vodka because he’s petty

Ellody: She likes kombucha and will tell you all the gut benefits

Mary: Green tea, 100%. She likes how calming it is

Laurie: Chai tea, she thinks it’s like spiritual or some bs, and gets mad when people question her tastes

Miles: Matcha, she says a lot of bs about “extracting the earthy notes”. Has it really together here

Tom: Iced coffee as hell. You know him, pretentious

Jen: Smoothies, so many smoothies, and they taste so strong

Taylor: Has the most detailed coffee order. She tells you the temp, the order to pour it in, the five different syrups she wants, what milks to mix together, and she doesn’t tip you when you make it.

Kelly: Wine. She says wine every time you ask her what she wants to drink. She thinks it’s funny. It’s not

Jay: Has to drink water because he’s allergic to everything else

Mickey: Drinks that gross thick water stuff bc Jay doesn’t want him to aspirate and die or something

Chet: Muscle Milk

Lorenzo: Also Muscle Milk

Rock: Monster, and it makes him nuts

Spud: Monster, and he feels totally normal, and just drinks it for the taste

Dwayne: Says he likes straight black coffee, actually drinks coffee with cream and sugar in a closed cup

Junior: He’s not allowed to drink coffee or tea he just gets apple juice (he pretends it’s beer)

Ennui: Drinks cranberry juice and says it’s blood

Crimson: Drinks cranberry juice also and, get this, says it’s blood

Stephanie: Won’t go to drink shops bc she’s certain she can make her own drinks better than the shops can (she can’t)

Ryan: Protein shake again, if you fuck up his order he won’t say anything he will deal with it himself and drink the whole thing to avoid hurting your feelings

Devin: Tries Red Bull to impress people and throws up; he really likes mint tea

Carrie: Tries to drink tea and coffee for the aesthetic but the only drink she really likes is lemonade

Kitty: She doesn’t even go for frappucinos it’s just milk shakes and Virgin strawberry daiquiris, and she deserves it

Emma: A cortado. Tries not to go overboard and doesn’t like the taste of coffee too much. But she’s definitely had days where shes shoots like ten espressos and disassociates

Josee: French-press ristretto, she takes one cup every morning to remind herself that god is dead and give herself that angry passion for ice dancing

Jacques: Tries to drink a different tea every morning to see if they can calm him down; they do not work

Brody: He tries a new drink every day and usually only likes the fruity ones. Has definitely gotten food poisoning this way. Did drink bath water once

Sanders: Normal iced coffee. She’s…normal. Kind of.

MacArthur: A smoothie with peanut butter in it. Loves her gains, loves her nut butters

HOSTS:

Chris: I mean we all know, hot chocolate and tomato juice. I do think in terms of personality though he is a latte-drinker and bean snob

Chef: He likes himself a nice cold fruit drink. A virgin piña colada maybe. Or that shitty unicorn frappucino. But he also still likes a good shitty espresso

Blaineley: Iced tea. Hot take I think she fears most coffee drinks, which is sad, but accurate.

Josh: Idk does he have a personality? Sparkling juice in a champagne flute (carries it in his pocket everywhere; he has big pockets)

Don: A warm mocha, but tries not to make a big deal out of it (he does not succeed)

Like and follow for more epic content this took me several hours

EDIT I FORGOT ALEJANDRO AND SIERRA HOLD ON

Sierra: Anything super sugary and super caffeinated. I know she loves the pink Monster. But at a coffee shop, probably a caramel macchiato or a mocha Frappuccino

Alejandro: Usually he drinks a really pretentious brand of espresso or ristretto, maybe a chai, but once in a while he has a cheat day and has a caramel or cinnamon latte

#alex’s td rambles #total drama #lost the plot towards the end but what can you do #long post #should have a ‘read more’ but it might not work so #sorry if it doesn’t!

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archduke-enver-gortash · 7 months

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✈️💤🐈🤔 for zeke?

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

i actually think zeke would love travelling! getting to see as much of the world as he possibly can would certainly have been a goal of his had he grown up under normal circumstances. sadly he is pretty much confined to baldur’s gate only pre-game, even if he is allowed to pursue his career as a detective. never even considers that it might be something he’d enjoy because of his father/position in the cult before he gets tadpoled. while excitement about seeing new places is understandably dimmed by the whole “maybe turning into a squid” and “brain got scrambled by sister” deal, he still finds some joy in it though.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

went into it a little here already but. you know this man is a mess. you cannot call what he does “sleeping” most of the time. he is very jittery and his brain is very full too many thoughts for sleep. has to be coerced or forced to go to bed. thank you for your services sceleritas and (later on) shadowheart <3 and throwing tomatoes at gort for making it so much worse. if he does sleep he probably has at least one new bruise when he wakes up because he moves around so much. talks during his sleep constantly. shadowheart girl i am so sorry. he’d also be one of those people who can sleep standing, sitting or with their eyes open and it’s really creepy lmao.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

oh. you are asking the hard ones for our pal zeke huh. to properly answer this i’m gonna have to let you in on a lil secret of his that he’d gut me for telling anyone: he is so fucking lonely. not just lonely but he wants to be liked so desperately. “but romeo why is he such a creepy lil asshole then?” well. sometimes you are child of the god of murder and want to drown the world in blood. sometimes you spit venom at everything around you because you think father’s love is all you ever should need. sometimes you are massive dweeby dickbag who with his straight up annoying as hells flaunting of his stupidly big brain and making fun of you for “being an idiot” and constant cruel comments somehow tries to impress you?? sometimes you just grow up in the cult of bhaal and i don’t think that i have to explain that you will not find friends there. sometimes you weasel your way out of it for a couple hours a day to pursue being a detective but then you meet a guy who ruins you inside and out and turns your already bad paranoia into “everyone is out to kill me” levels and isolates you from everyone but him, even tries and succeeds in this with your fucking sister and of course your already more than strained relationship is so many more cracks closer to crumbling. sometimes you painstakingly find out that the only person who really understands and completes you is also your ruin. ezekiel my man your answer to this question truly does not matter because you will not keep friends in this life. your red thread with gortash will strangle you and everything in between.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

he does make that 🤔 face a lot probably lol

knows so much random shit. his area of expertise is obviously crime/murder/deduction shit but still

nail biting. they’re so disgusting lmao

crouching on chairs. putting his feet on the table. bah

snorts a lot. condescendingly or when he laughs

really intense stalker stare that he loves to give you from the darkest corner of the room. most people don’t notice because *points at +15 to stealth* but it’s awful

awful handwriting oh my god. gortash can decipher it but no one else even attempts lmao

rips the skin off his lips. bites them too

lots of scratching. does that until he’s completely open and bloody when stressed, which is pretty much 24/7 let’s be real

lots of stuttering when he talks.

either talks in very short, blunt to the point answers or gives you unhinged rants there’s no in between.

swears like a sailor but uses very complex words at the same time, often in the same sentences.

you can also very much tell that he learned to speak very late in life as his enunciation is clearly off in some areas.

generally just an awful conversationalist. interrupts people constantly, especially if he feels like what he has to add to the conversation is more important.

very pouty. constantly.

blushes very easil— *i get stabbed by what appears to be a shadow to you and it disappears as quickly as it appeared*

#the tonal shift in those last two…. i am sorry dude 😭#oc: zeke #thanks for the ask!#amatres

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zaenight · 11 months

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Crazy but she's mine ch8

"Ez wake up!" Jackie said wacking him with a pillow.

"¿qué? ¿Por qué sientes la necesidad de pegarme cada mañana?" Ez questioned falling back to sleep.

(what? why do you feel the need to hit me every morning?)

"Because its my favorite thing to do,Now WAKE UP!" Jackie said wacking him again.

"Querida, you'll be the death of me,were's Illiana?" Ez questioned stretching.

"With Natalie, she plans to sleepover." Jackie answered.

Suddenly they heard the door open and a two voices in the living room.

"Yo Jackie!, Me and Gilly are here!" Angel exclaimed.

Ez raised a brow,as if asking why they were here.

"We're gonna have a bbq,now c'mon!" She exclaimed.

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"Hank had family buisness,Creeper is getting the meat,and your gonna see our Pops again." Angel said drinking his beer.

"Shame he closed down his shop." Jackie said.

"You could come back and work at the bar,your barista skills are amazing." Creeper said,unloading the meat from his car.

"And see Bishop everday?No thanks." Jackie said as Felipe came out of his car.

Jackie then started a conversation with Felipe,

the two catching up as if

they were old friends.

"Oh I invited Letty , She was my Bestfriend's kid, I kinda look after her now,also his old lady Hope." Gilly told them.

"Finally meeting more girls, Illiana's at a sleepover , imagine being stuck with Ez." Jackie said as she stuck her tongue out at Ez.

"Im offended querida , I think you like my company , you just don't wanna admit it." Ez said smirking.

"Nope!" Jackie exclaimed.

Felipe sat back and watched ,

this was the girl his son had fallen for, and he couldn't have been any happier.

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Felipe decided to go home after a while,Letty and Hope finally showed up,the three woman hitting it off.

Jackie offered her condolences after hearing what happened to Coco.

"So?, Was Ez always like this?" Jackie questioned glancing at the man, who was put in a headlock by his brother.

"Pretty much , I mean he was a bit dark when he first became President , but after meeting you and Illiana , he got his act straight, him and angel even made up." Letty explained as Hope nodded in agreement.

"Him and Angel usually get into it?" Jackie asked.

"Sometimes we guess, club shit or brother shit." Hope said shrugging , her and Letty didn't know much.

"Yeah o- Oh hell no!" Jackie exclaimed Quietly as she Glanced over to the guys.

Six girls wearing barely anything were near them , Angel,Gilly,And Creeper were

laughing with them, But Ez looked a bit uncomfy , glancing towards her.

"I'll be back ladies." Jackie said going over to them , wrapping her arm around Ez.

"Back off!" Jackie exclaimed to the Blonde girl.

"Who the hell are you? , Ez come on baby what happened we used to have so much fun!" The girl said blowing her off.

Not on her watch.

"Im his old lady , now back off before my fist goes in your face!, If he wanted you he would've had you by now,

but by the looks of you,he probably grew tired." Jackie said.

"I mean seriously,even I wouldn't tap that, What were you thinking Ez." Jackie said giving him a look.

Ez shrugged pulling her closer , and for some fucking reason , she didn't push him away.

"But Ez we were-" The girl started until she gasped.

Jackie pulled Ez into a kiss,looking right at her , asserting her dominance , saying this might not be my man , but he is MY man.

"Girls lets go NOW!" the blonde screeched as her goons followed after,The boys whooping,and Letty and Hope screaming that they better run.

"Thought you said you weren't my Old lady?" Ez questioned with a smirk,resting his forhead on hers.

"Im not , You know how you said no one was ever gonna have me,because I belong to you? well jokes on you, because everytime a chick comes up to you Imma be there,making your life hell." Jackie started.

"You may be the Boss Ezekiel,but your no king , no, your in my kingdom now , you belong to me , face it Ez your my bitch now!" Jackie whispered , her arms still around his neck.

"I think I can live with that mi reina." Ez said as he gave her a smile.

(my queen)

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Also available on A03 : Zae_night

#fanfic #wattpad #original character #jd pardo #j.d pardo #ez reyes #mayans mc fic #mayans fanfic #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans fx #mayans #emmy rossum #shameless #fiona gallagher #mayans fandom #mayans mc

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someonechaotic · 1 month

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Even more chaos because my save just gets more abd more chaotic each passing day

Okay, so last blog there may have been a little bit of chaos (A little is an understatement, it was a lot)

To sum this save up so far, I started with six sims, Dumbass, Hot Werewolf Dilf (aka Zaidan), Hot Werewolf Dilf's son (Julien), Vito, Stupid-Ass Vampire Ron and Stupid fucking soellcaster Ezekiel.

Everything was normal (Highlighted word was)

Until, in no particular order...

Vito died from laughter, got revived by Julien (grimmy didn't want no taste of the military personal's fist), before proceeding to die from laughter again a couple of sim eons later.

Stupid-Ass vampire Ron, who drank from Dumbass. Became pissed, then became possessed because Dumbass's plasma is infected by The Mother Plant, who swiftly died a couple of days later after running around the sunny streets possessed.

Ezekiel, who just decided "Fuck this shit, I'm out" and proceeded to fly away from home on a broom and starve to death yeah I honestly don't fucking know either

Hot Werewolf Dilf got abducted by aliens and then impregnated with his second son, Lucas, who then proceeded to die to a fucking meteor a couple days after reaching teenagehood.

And I left you guys at the end of last blog that both Julien and Zaidan got abducted at the same time which I didn't even know could happen and then both came back pregnant...

So I panicked because I sure as fuck wasn't ready for 2 more children, and here we stand.

A seven sim household, which consisted of Lucas' ghost, Zaidan and his new daughter (Haylee), Julien and his new son (Jase), Dumbass and Vito's ghost

Of course if your interested in what the fucks going in in my sims save rn, read more, if not your free to go 🤧

I decided to raise both children, although Julien was just about as prepared as I was (not a lot), so Zaidan had to do most of the parenting of Jase (although I suck at raising more than one child at once, so he ended up being an unhappy infant(oops)) Meanwhile I had aged haylee up into a child because there's nothing worse than two infants/toddlers from personal experience (flashbacks to my generation challenge attempt)

During this time, I finally had leveled Zaidan up to Level 10 Gourmet Cooking, which means I was one step away from a plate of Ambrosia, an Angelfush. Now due to, well, Zaidan's lore... (don't ask these are characters I shoved in my sims game for fun listen don't judge (or do)) I got Dumbass, his Husband, to fish for him instead. Doesn't change a lot, but considering one of his old traits back in Sims 3 was Unlucky, perhaps he wasn't the greatest pick.

Then again, I suppose it depends on what's considered "Unlucky", this is the same guy who (in Sims 3) ended up with seven children strictly by alien pregnancy....

Nothing much happened for the days that I was catching Angelfish, just classic ol' Julien pissing on my living room carpet, breaking up fights between Lucas and Julien, making "why is the FUCKING TOILET BROKEN AGAIN" my most spoken sentence, "JULIEN STOP PISSING ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR" my second most spoken sentence, a lot of fixing the toilet, leaving, coming back to see it broken again, shit now dumbass is a werewolf and is running around the neighbourhood ferally, shit now dumbass is a werewolf and possessed and is standing in the middle of the park with a unsettling grin.

Suprisingly, it didn't take long for dumbass to catch an Angelfish (atleast as long as i had thought, i thought i'd be there for real life days) and in no time I finally had a plate of ambrosia. I chose to revive Lucas, because knowing Vito, he'd die from laughter again in a day.

Now I will say now, he's still alive, but definitely had some fucking close calls with death and this man, fucking hell…

After the whole Ambrosia thing (or during it I forgor) Dumbass got offered a job as an Astronaut, nothing new considering he's now a five star celebrity, but I figured why not, maybe the times will be better for him as an Astronaut than a E-Sport Gamer (spoiler alert, they are not)

(future me here, it was during it)

but look at dumbass in his lil suit hes so

Dumbass quickly climbed ranks, and soon I had an Intersteller Smuggler making fucking 7 thousand simoleons, now this is a fucking ton.

To put into perspective, the most money we was making was Zaidan with 3 thousand (Used to be 6 thousand daily though because of books) and his son making 1.5 thousand

It's still a fucking lot he's making though, and a fuck load more than what I was thinking he'd make from it.

Anyway, I've now aged Haylee up to a teenager, and yet to age Jase up into a child, because everything has been chaos from here on out.

We've had even more abductions, THANKFULLY none resulting in pregnancys yet. But in order it's been Zaidan, Zaidan, Julien, Zaidan again, Dumbass (Which I was suprised about because they usually never take dumbass in this game anymore), and then Zaidan again.

But we also (almost) had another death. Apparently meteors really dont like Zaidan's children, because for the second time, A meteor fucking obliterates fucking Haylee who for some reason was stood there, talking to Zaidan…

Thankfully, to save Zaidan from the trauma of accidently killing one of his children incidently, Dumbass still has 8 death flowers from when he was growing them, which saves the hassle of me having to buy a room i made for ambrosia fish for more angelfish and buy a potion of youth

Anyway, heres some images that didnt fit into this bazillion of paragraphs

lucas groovin ferally

Dumbass and Zaidan being wholesome couple

Will this fucking woman move out the way

Is that father fucking christmas

julien getting freaky with possessed dumbass that sounds more weird phrased that way

no words

creepy ass person in a gnome costume watching us from the back garden

"yes i stole my dad's shirt, he wont notice" Lucas probably

whenwolf sky so cute he just looks like a funny lil guy

and heres some really fucking creepy images of dumbass being possessed (the possession still gives me the creeps sometimes)

i just like how the person next to him looks like hes wearing normal glasses before turning his head to reveal cyclops sunglasses

#sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 cas #sims 4 gameplay #oc: dumbass #oc: sky #sims4 screenshots #my sims #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots

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wythedumpstercat · 2 years

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Character Overview

So, to introduce the other significant characters in this campaign might be a good idea for context. This will all be based on Wy's interpretations of them, as I, the player, am horrible at remembering details that don't pretain to my character aside from general events. Even then I'm spotty on memory. It's why I figured it was about time I wrote shit down.

Main Player Characters:

Ezekiel(Previously Then) - Human, scrawny and platina blond. Shorter than Wy. Uses Celestial Magic? It's shiny and sparkly at least. Has protruding spine. Former Slave. Rescued together with Rider(The Raptor Wy adopts after the party sent its original owner to the Beyond). A STICK in the mud, but Friend. Friend? Friend. Likes Wine.

Laenor - Half Elf? Elf? Has pointy ears. Male. Also blond. Also shorter than Wy. Is a Bard. Sings a lot. Lively. However is somehow a Party Pooper when it comes to Wy's ideas of fun(Wy is still bitter about being vetoed when showing interest in going after a Basilisk. Yes, Wy wanted to tame it. No, he wouldn't fail. Ofcourse not. How could he? He needed the poison to cure Anabelle damnit, and having a Basilisk pet would be USEFUL, but alas. No.)

Allie - Human. More blonde. Priestess? Definitely religious. Uses healing spells anyways. Is always covered in blood? Wy doesn't get it, but 'you do you girl'. She's very useful but has a horrible track record of taking care of herself. As such, Wy's taken it upon himself to keep an eye out for her. Especially her money pouch, since she has shown herself to be abysmall at money management. Aparently never had money for herself before. Wy finds it to be a lousy excuse. Instead Wy is safekeeping her money pouch.(This is why Wy has gotten the nickname Bank Daddy)

Player characters that are former NPCs:

Amreth - Elven Prince of Nelrindenvane. Long and flowy brown hair. Used to be Big Kitty(Quagoth) due to....something something murdererd, something something soul transfered, something something magic. Got his body back after his return to Nelrindenvane. Stuck. Up. Noble. But was redeemed of most of that by the time they all got back topside. Wy sees him as a older brother/stepfather figure. Someone he can trust and rely on, but sure as hell won't listen to if it doesn't suit him.

Characters that started out as Player Characters but are now mostly NPCs:

Miss Candy aka Dzryachnyeck of Doom(or something. Nobody quite knows how it's spelled) - blue haired and pink skinned thiefling with giraffe horns. Self proclaimed mother of a veritable army of 'orphaned' children. Most of which she has kidnapped, some she's just picked up from the streets. Some of which no longer are children. Head of the Damned Orphanage, and her many Children have been sent out to run all sorts of society's underbelly services. From Prostitution to Thievery to Assassination and beyond.

Arryn - black haired halfling. #Nii-san! #Senpai! Another one of Candy's 'children'. A few years older, and Wy has looked up to him since as long as he can remember. A master thief/rogue.

Player Characters that jump in and out depending on when the player has time to come join us for Chaos:

Sloopidoop: Fish Person. Scientist. Weird. Talks too much.

Player characters that have died/left the party:

Noh - Stone Person. Decided to stay behind in Gauntlegrim in the Underdark when the two headed dragon was attacking. One of the two people that came to the rescue of Wy at the start of the campaign, right before they all got kidnapped into the Underdark.

Hope - Purple Thiefling. The second person who came to Wy's rescue at the start of the campaign. Has a Demon Friend watching over her. Sketchy, but not Wy's problem. Was presumed dead, but new information has come to light and put that into question.

Significant NPCs:

Sarith - Drow Stuck in a Sword #Amreth's New Unofficial Boyfriend

Jorlan - The Other Adopted Drow. Stabby. #Laenor's Boyfriend

Anabelle - Another Child of the Damned #Sweetest Little Sister

Dusty - The Mushroom #Useful for very specific things

Topsy - The Deep Gnome Wererat #Useful for very specific things

Eremil - Another Child of the Damned. #Another Big Brother That Just LEFT. There's something going on between him and Arryn, but Wy doesn't quite get it. Had to leave somewhere after their sudden reunion in Gracklestug, and his last goodbye sounded like a Last Farewell. Wy....doesn't quite know what to do with the information.

Ayal - Amreth's little brother and current Heir Apparent of Nelrindenvane and Wy's newest partner in crime Friend.

Ilira - Amreth's fierce and noble half-sister

Kaelan - The Nelrindenvani Royal Guards Captain #Amreth's Ex Boyfriend

Auree - Ayal's fiancè(arranged marriage) (and apparently Laenor's (half?) sister. Wy does not know this yet.) Soon to be Grudging Partner In Crime I just need to write it.

This list will get updated as I remember more/find them significant enough to add.

Also, lemme just: I have been blessed with not only the best Chaotic Campaign Pals, but also the most insanely amazing DM. None of this would exist without any one of them.

#dnd #out of the abyss #oc #Character Overview #Wy: The Written Saga

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calif0rnia-lovers · 3 years

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Lover of Mine #5 | Angel Reyes

part I | part II | part II | part IV | series taglist

Title: A Heavy Heart to Carry

Thought that I would change, but I'm the same guy Blamed it on my youth, but I know I've had time

a/n: split this original part into 2. the second half of the couple's retreat will be in 5.5

warning: a character experiences a panic attack

rating: 💔

Sum: Angel Reyes doesn't fear much, but he's scared to face you once it's set in that he's broken your cardinal rule. He must decide what's more important: maintaining a lie or sharing a secret that will change the way you look at him forever.

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“Take him home, Ezekiel. Now. I’m serious. I am going to fucking kill him if he tries to stay here tonight. And then, I’m going to kill you for letting him.”

These are the words that stopped Angel Reyes in his tracks. Left him standing on the front steps, afraid to move past the threshold of the front door to his own house.

When he pulled into the driveway, exhausted covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat and blood, Angel was met with a sight that somehow managed to wring the knots in his stomach tighter.

The light from the living room cast a golden hue across the dark lawn.

He knew the odds of you being asleep upon his arrival were slim to none. You haven’t waited up for him in years. There’s no need to wait up when you know his whereabouts.

At some point in the evening, the attempts of communication stopped. Angel isn’t sure why, but he knows it isn’t a good sign.

He’d pushed against Ez’s shoulder prompting him to step up to ring the doorbell.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Ez had shocked his older brother, stepping into the war zone to calmly produce some sort of explanation. “We had to go down south, and shit got--we lost track of time. By the time we got finished, we--”

“Now that I know that neither of you is lying dead in a ditch somewhere, you can leave.” Despite your words, Ez didn’t move. He glanced over his shoulder towards Angel. “Or stay outside, I don't care, but he's not stepping foot in my house. Tell him I said test me.”

Needless to say, he didn’t.

Angel heeded the warning allowing his brother to drive him home. He didn’t bother calling you.

What’s the point of calling to apologize when you’ve just spent half the night ignoring the calls from the same person?

Hours have passed, and Angel hasn’t slept.

Although he’s now freshly showered, the cut on his hand poorly wrapped, Angel Reyes finds himself in the same predicament. Outside of your house.

Scared shitless.

Only this time around, Ez isn’t willing to risk his life for the sake of being collateral damage.

Both men remain in the driveway, eyes on the sunflower yellow-painted door of 1101 Rock Creek Avenue. Each is resting against the hood of Angel’s car. Waiting, silently willing the other to bravely ring the doorbell.

Angel releases the smoke in his lungs before reaching up to remove his sunglasses.

“You gotta go in at some point,” Ez glances over at his brother.

Angel doesn’t respond. He drops his cigarette bud to the ground, stepping on it with the heel of his shoe.

“Especially since we’ve been out here nearly an hour,” Ez continues, a tiny smile finding his lips as the sight of Angel’s rolling eyes. “Neighbors are probably gonna put in a call--”

“I’m checking the windows,” Angel responds. The humor in his voice falls flat as his eyes search the front of the house. “Gotta make sure she doesn’t shoot me the moment I touch the driveway.”

“Shouldn’t have taught her how to shoot.”

The daggered stare sent his way causes the youngest Reyes to chuckle. Shaking his head, Ez takes a step forward.

“Angel. It doesn’t matter if you go in now or later.” He sighs. “If Y/N's gonna shoot you, she's gonna shoot you-- regardless of the time.”

“Yeah.”

Getting up, Angel crosses the lawn to the front door. Although he now has a key, he reaches forward to ring the doorbell. For a brief second, he considers turning around and heading back to his car.

His stomach tightens as the door swings open. He lets out a sigh of relief when he’s met with the sight of a smiling Isabela.

Her smile slips, her eyes narrowing as she stepped outside. She waits until the door is shut securely behind her to speak.

“What the fuck, Reyes!” She shoves hard against Angel’s shoulder, not blinking as he stumbles a step back. Angel massages his shoulder as she lowers her voice. “I orchestrated the perfect week for you two. All you had to do was show up with a packed bag, and you somehow managed to fuck everything up. Where the hell were you last night?”

Although he’s had all night to come up with an excuse, no coherent words come out when Angel opens his mouth. Isabela’s eyes roll, her attention shifting to a quiet Ezekiel standing just beyond his brother’s shoulder.

“And you. I thought you were the smart one.”

Ez looks away from a flushed Angel to find Isabela’s glare on him. He opens his mouth to respond, but suddenly Angel’s inability to speak has washed over the youngest Reyes.

“You didn’t think it was smart to drag him home in time for his son's recital?”

Angel’s voice has returned. It comes out lower than he’s intended. His eyes briefly shift to the front door.

“She’s--”

“Pissed.” Isabela sighs as she turns to the door. “I’d thank Bishop next time you see him. He talked her down last night.”

Isabela pauses just as Angel steps forward to follow her inside.

“Angel, she lied to Jeyson for you,” she says. “You need to talk to him.”

“I know.”

“Hey, lego master,” Isabela smiles as she steps back inside. “Someone’s here to see you.”

Jeyson is on his stomach, lying in the center of the living room floor. Chin resting in his hands, he is studying the progress he’s made on his lego set.

A grin brightens his face as Angel steps inside. He scrambles to his feet, pulling a chuckle from his father as he nearly crashes into his legs.

“Hey, lil man. You good?”

Allowing him a quick hug, Jeyson takes Angel’s hand in his. He tugs him towards the living room. He motions towards the legos on the floor.

“I finished all the escape pods! Now, you can help me with the left-wing--”

“Hold up,” Angel diverts Jeyson’s attention, lifting him off the ground, forcing him to silence. “I wanna talk to you about something--”

“Last night?” His question silence his father. Jeyson reaches forward, his fingers tracing the patch on Angel’s chest. “Mom talked to me already.”

“Yeah, I know, but I wanted to apologize. To say I’m sorry for not being there to see you play.”

“It’s okay.” The smile he offers tightens Angel’s throat. It is a smile that matches his words perfectly. A smile of forgiveness often comes when a child is willing to look past moments of a letdown if that means they can still spend time with that person.

“It’s not okay,” Angel admits. He watches as Jeyson’s gaze lifts to meet his before dropping to patch. “I broke a promise, and I’m not supposed to do that. I’m sorry.”

Jeyson studies his father’s expression. A smile slowly spreads across his face as an idea sets in.

“I can play it for you now.” He suggests, his attention moving to the piano across the room.

That’s where you find the two when you step into the living room.

Jeyson has finished playing and is giggling as he watches Angel try to match the series of keys he just showed him.

“What’s so funny?” Angel’s brow arches as Jeyson attempts to stifle his laughter. “I think it sounded pretty good.”

Jeyson shakes his head.

“You weren’t paying attention.” Reaching over, he moves Angel’s hand into the correct placement. “Your fingers aren’t in the right place.”

Angel’s gaze falls to his hands. To him, they seem to be in nearly the exact same spot. But he knows better than to argue with your son. He watches Jeyson’s fingers, trying to match the same tune. Only he can’t, the smile on his face growing once he realizes the tempo has changed. Jeyson plays at a cadence that seems hyper speed to his father but is nothing out of the normal for him.

“It’s not nice to show off,” Angel chuckles as he tickles Jeyson’s side.

Angel glances over his shoulder, his smile dampening as he finds you waiting patiently by the door. Jeyson’s smile does the same, his eyes widening once your conversation from last night sets in.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes,” you nod, watching as he gets up, his head hanging forward as he crosses the room. “Remember we talked about this last night?”

Jeyson waits until he’s standing before you to speak. With his arms wrapped around your middle, face pressing against your shirt, his words come out muffled.

“But, I want to come with you.”

“I know, but you have to stay and keep Isabela company. You guys are going to the carnival tomorrow. You're going to have so much fun.” Your fingers brush through his hair, a smile finding your lips as Jeyson tips his head back to look at you. “Besides, I won’t be gone long.”

“Five days is a long time,” Jeyson pouts. “You’re never gone that long.”

He’s right. The longest you and Jeyson have been apart being two days. For the weekends when he would spend the majority of his time at his father’s house.

“You can call me whenever you want,” you remind him as you squat down in front of him. “And then, I’ll be back before you know it.”

Tommy Flores currently stands at the front of the line. The weight of the metal door causes it to slam shut with a loud bang.

The echo vibrates through his chest, the force doubling him over. The dialed-up pitch brings Tommy’s hands to his ears.

He’s stopped in his tracks. His silent plea, to stop the ringing in his ears, sparks a slew of grunted protests from the inmates behind him.

Officer Rogers stands near Tommy, his shoulder resting against the wall. Each time an inmate is escorted through the secured door, the guard slams it shut with as much force as he can. He watched as Tommy flinched each time, the sound louder with each step he got closer. Now that Tommy stands directly in front of it, the sound is too loud.

Rogers steps forward, his lips turning up into a sneer.

"You alright there, Flores?" The lack of concern in his voice is amplified by the soft chuckle he releases. "You look like shit. Rough night?"

It's a question, Rogers knows the answer to. Better than anyone--well almost anyone.

He was the one who woke Tommy, in the middle of the night, the glare of his flashlight blinding the inmate. He yanked Tommy from bed, hand-delivering him to the showers. He stood guard, watching as Tommy took each blow and kick sent his way. He hand-delivered Tommy back to his cell, denying his trip to the infirmary.

Rogers would never admit it, but he was initially shocked when saw Tommy shuffle into the visitation line. He knew Tommy had a scheduled visit but didn't expect him to have the strength to bother trying to attend it.

"Your girlfriend coming today?" Rogers continues as he watches Tommy's fist clench. "Must be. That's the only reason I could think you'd get up this morning. Maybe I should let your friends give you another round tonight. How's that sound?"

Tommy's body is bumped forward—a silent warning from his cellmate to move. The shove to his shoulder clenches his jaw shut. But Tommy knows better than to hold up the line any longer than he already has.

Each step he takes is slow, sending a jolt of searing, white-hot pain down his spine.

The swelling of his right eye limits his vision, but he’s able to recognize a familiar face in the crowded room.

Each grey table is occupied by anxiously waiting loved ones. Tired from the extensive process of being cleared for visitation day. Hopeful their time won’t get cut short due to the delay of the inmate's arrival.

As he’s shuffled forward, Tommy’s gaze is fixated on his feet. It’s easier to ignore the look of pure rage directed his way.

“Stop staring.” The smile on Tommy’s lips is a good attempt. No matter how much he wills it, it can’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine.”

Leonardo Flores's gaze slowly studies the man before him. He knows his younger brother better than anyone. The blue Stockton uniform covers most of the damage but judging by Tommy’s walk and shallow breathing, he’s nursing a broken rib.

Leo doesn’t speak until Tommy’s gaze lifts. “I’d ask how you’re holding up, but it seems you’re still getting settled.”

His observation prompts his brother to shrug. Tommy winces as he shifts to bring his hands to rest on the table.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Tommy smiles.

“I thought this lawyer you got was supposed to be good—"

“She is.” Tommy’s sigh goes unnoticed. “She's good.”

“If she’s so good, why the fuck are you in gen pop?” His brother’s eyes roll, Leo’s head shaking once he gets no response. “Huh? She doesn’t seem too concerned about doing her job. If she was you wouldn’t have been nearly beaten to a pulp—"

Leo’s rant slowly fades out, blending into the surrounding conversations. It takes all of his concentration for Tommy to drown out the sound. Tommy’s eyes are shut, his left hand massaging his brow. The throbbing in his head seems to be getting worse. He flinches as Leo’s boot scrapes his shin.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say, Leo.” Tommy laughs dryly, the throbbing in his head pumping irritation into his voice. “She could pay off the entire fucking city of Santo Padre, it’s not gonna mean shit.”

His eyes open to see Leo’s jaw clenched. He presses on as Leo opens his mouth to speak.

“They put me here because they’re hoping I don’t make it to trial.”

“Judging by how you look, you won’t.”

Tommy shakes his head, dismissing the observation.

“I’m fine. I need you to do something for me.”

An uneasy wave washes over him at the sight of Leo’s rolling eyes.

“What?” Leo chuckles, his arms crossing over his chest. “Your brothers can’t help you?”

“I don’t trust the club with this,” Tommy admits.

No matter the amount of truth behind his statement, Leo’s expression doesn’t change.

Probably because Leo knows the truth. With the number of years he’s facing, Tommy will soon be forgotten by his fellow Horsemen. You’re only worth remembering if you’re valuable to the M.C. Tommy’s not valuable rotting in Stockton. It doesn’t matter if the charges he’s acquired were at the expense of the club.

“Leo—"

Leo’s sigh drowns out the plea in Tommy’s voice.

“What is it this time, Tommy?”

Tommy doesn’t miss a beat. His voice drops, his eyes briefly passing to the guard nearby.

Angel forgot what it’s like to be on the receiving end of your silent treatment. It’s brutal. Probably because you stick to it, religiously. The silence isn’t the worst part. He knows you’ll have to talk to him—eventually. He also knows that once you do, the words you’ve prepared will cut him to the bone.

When it comes to arguments, Angel operates on pure emotion—always ready to fight a war. He says the first thing that comes to mind, often trying to hurt whoever he’s arguing with before they can hurt him. He wishes you were the same.

You have an incredible ability to walk away from an argument on a whim. He can count on his left hand the number of times you’ve raised your voice at him. In all the time he’s known you.

You don’t see the purpose in having a screaming match. It never gets you anywhere. One of you has to operate on the side of logic. Angel has learned that once you’ve had the chance to get your thoughts together he’s in for a world of trouble.

He’d foolishly tried to get the conversation going the moment you both got in the car, but you beat him to the punch.

“I’m not talking to you right now.”

The declaration had come out just as Angel opened his mouth to speak. It also made him close his mouth, his brow furrowing.

“We’re about to drive for four and a half hours, Y/N,” he sighed, his eyes rolling as he sticks the key in the ignition. “You’re really not gonna say anything to me the entire ride there?”

He waits for you to respond, his eyes dropping to the bouncing of your knee.

“And then what? You’re not going to go speak to me at the hotel? What sense does that ma--”

“Trust me, Angel. You do not want me to say what’s on my mind right now.”

Angel’s not certain if it’s the admission itself, or the look in your eyes, but he silently redirects his attention to starting the car.

The four-and-a-half-hour car ride ironically turns into a six-hour trip of stop-and-go traffic. Six hours of Angel left to fiddle through the various radio stations while you silently scroll through your iPad.

At the three-hour mark, your voice breaks the silence, peaking Angel’s hopes. At this point, he’s willing to take you yelling at him if that means you’ll eventually talk again.

He glances away from the bumper-to-bumper traffic to find you holding up your iPad. The screen facing him, you ask. “Have you seen this before?”

He leans over the console for a better look at the image on the screen. His stomach drops as he takes in the jet-black stallion, his mouth going dry as his gaze passes over the red eyes.

“Thinking about getting some new ink?” He jokes his throat clearing as your eyes roll.

“Nevermind.”

Redirecting your attention back to your iPad, you don’t catch the nervous glance Angel sends your way. A few minutes of silence pass before he glances back in your direction.

“What’s it for? The uh--tattoo.”

“Work.”

That’s all he’s able to get out of you. Even after you arrived at the hotel, where you discover that Isabela has booked the two of you for the hotel’s honeymoon suite. Which comes with a complimentary package that Angel is almost certain you won’t partake in. He gets nothing out of you when you are both informed that your introductory session with the couple therapist on sight is in less than an hour after your late arrival.

The counselor, Dr. Mallory, currently sits across from the two of you. The smile on her face remains in place, even as she watches you put as much distance as possible between you and Angel. The task is nearly impossible with the small sofa she’s sat you both on.

Angel's eyes roll to the ceiling before he lets out a deep breath.

Dr. Mallory’s question breaks the silence.

“How long have you two been married?”

Angel’s eyes shift to you. He answers as your gaze remains focused on the pillow in your lap. “We’re not.”

“Divorced?”

“Seven years.” A dry laugh escapes his lips as he softly shakes his head. “To do the date...actually.”

“Oh, I see.” Dr. Mallory’s smile widens as her gaze passes between the two of you. “You’ve decided to join our retreat, as a means of reconnecting. Hoping to bring back, and foster, that love that brought your two beautiful souls together all those years ago.”

“Uh...yeah.” Angel nods slowly as Dr. Mallory’s hand shifts to rest over her heart.

Her eyes close, her smile softening as she lets out a sigh.

“Love is such a beautiful thing,” her eyes open as she continues. “And I am so happy to see the two of you are willing to give it another try. But, more so, I am honored that you have elected me to help guide you through this journey.”

“What exactly does this ‘journey’ entail? We’re not about to go sit in the desert and sing kumbaya or some sh--”

The elbow that digs into Angel’s side swallows the rest of his sentence. He glances over at you.

“It’s a serious question,” he coughs. “I didn’t realize we signed up for some journey that has to do with...souls traveling together…”

Dr. Mallory’s eyes had brightened at Angel’s question. Angel’s words trail off as he realizes Dr. Mallory is no longer seated. She is not standing directly in front of both of you. Holding two orange sheets of paper.

“I have accumulated a list of activities that will allow the two of you to get in touch with your inner selves this week.” She beams, not noticing the uneasy look that washes over Angel’s face as she continues. “One cannot love their partner wholeheartedly until they truly love themselves.”

Angel’s eyes quickly scan the list, realizing that it's more than a list of suggestions. It's a checklist.

“This week, the two of you will work on opening the airs of communication,” Dr. Mallory continues, motioning between the two of you. “Which I can sense are bogged down at the moment, by anger and mistrust. We want to take the time to open them back up--”

“No offense, Doc, but this isn’t going to work.”

“Mr. Reyes, I ask that you don’t speak that way this week. Everything that you put into your relationship can work.”

“It’ll be hard to work on our…” It takes all Angel has not to roll his eyes. “...airs of communication when she’s not even speaking to me.”

Dr. Mallory returns to her seat, her attention focusing on you.

“Angel is right. Ms. Reyes, care to share what’s on your mind with him? He seems eager to listen.”

Angel watches silently as you keep your gaze on the sheet of paper before you.

“Last night was the first night that I have wanted to kill you. And I mean it in the most literal sense, Angel.”

Angel’s throat tightens, his gaze dropping to his hands.

“You’ve done a lot of shit, Angel. But last night you didn’t see your son’s face when he realized that you were not showing up. You promised that you would never do that again.”

Angel attempts to swallow the lump in his throat. He shifts in his seat, his gaze briefly looking towards you.

“I know.”

“I had to get a call from the school telling me that you decided not to pick our son up. You could have picked up the phone, and called me.” The calmness in your voice does nothing to ease the knots in Angel’s stomach. “Since you’ve forgotten, Angel. You don’t get the courtesy of falling off the face of the earth. Club business, or not. You have a son.”

Angel doesn’t offer up a response. Primarily because he knows what’s coming next.

“What could possibly have happened that you disappeared off the face of the earth last night--and don’t say club business. Bishop is not that great of a liar.”

Angel swallows, his eyes briefly drifting across the room to where Dr. Mallory sits.

He can feel your expectant gaze on him, but he can’t bring himself to look at you.

He can also feel it rising in his throat. Words he hadn’t planned on telling you. His eyes drift shut as he sighs.

“I uh...I followed Samuel to this bar downtown.” A silence falls over the room. Angel looks up from his hands, watching as your eyes widen. “Aiden, he told me what he did to you--and I just wanted to talk to him.”

“And that’s all you did?” The look of skepticism sent his way causes Angel’s jaw to tighten.

“Yeah. I told him to leave you alone.”

Dr. Mallory interrupts the silence, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Samuel? Who is he?”

“Nobody.”

Angel’s eyes roll. “He’s her boss.”

“I went on a few dates with him,” you sigh. Your fingers massage your temple.

You already know where this conversation is going.

A smile finds Dr. Mallory’s face as she watches Angel shake his head.

“No, this is great.” An encouraging smile finds her face. “You see, you two are already past the most difficult part. Starting the conversation. Angel, tell Y/N how you feel about this situation involving Samuel.”

“You shouldn't have dated other people.”

Your brow furrows as his statement sinks in. “Did you miss the part where we got divorced?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying? Do you know how many women I had to hear that you slept with? Half of the time from you!” The sight of Angel’s rolling eyes is enough to make you shift in your seat. Turning to face him, you watch his jaw clench. “So you can fuck anyone you want, but it’s a problem when I go out on a date with someone?”

“Yeah.”

You blink, a humorless laugh escaping your lips. Clearly, you’ve heard him wrong.

“Do you know how hard it is watching you fall in love with someone else?”

“Oh my goodness!” Your voice comes out muffled against the palms of your hands. “What is it with you and Samuel putting more stock in this situation than it deserves? I wasn’t falling in love with him, Angel--”

“But that’s what you were looking for?” He cuts you off, the raising of his voice causing your hands to drop. “Why else do people date? Yeah, I slept around, but you never had to worry about me trying to replace you with someone else. For years, I’ve had to watch you go through relationships, bringing other men around my son like you were auditioning them for the role of his father--”

“You know I wouldn’t do that--”

“Yeah, well, we all do things we don’t think we’re capable of.”

“Well, Dr. Mallory. Congratulations. You have just witnessed the one thing Angel Reyes is always capable of doing.” You shove the pillow in your lap towards Angel. “Trying to make me feel guilty for something that he’s done. This time, I’m not apologizing to you for anything. And I’m not saying 'thank you' if that’s what this whole woe is me act is about. I didn’t ask you to go see Samuel. Just like I didn’t ask you to sit here and lie to my face.”

“I’m not lying to you--”

“You may have gone to see Samuel, but that’s not where you were last night. I know you, Angel. You didn’t skip out on our son for Samuel.” It’s an observation that gets the response you’re looking for. It’s a look that lasts for only a brief second. A look in Angel's eyes that tells you that you’re right. It disappears as quickly as it had come. “And until you’re willing to stop lying to me, I’m not staying here.”

Angel’s jaw sets. “Since we’re talking about capabilities, her specialty is walking out. She walked out on me seven years ago, and she’s doing it now.”

“Maybe this time, you'll actually stop and ask yourself why,” you mumble as you step over his feet.

Ez is sitting on the living room sofa. He’s not in the most comfortable position but hasn’t been able to move for the last hour. He’s drinking a beer, his eyes on the television playing quietly across the room.

He’s not even sure what show he’s watching. A series Isabela had roped him into. The room is pitch dark--apart from the glow of the screen--the house quiet. Jeyson has been asleep since his 9 pm bedtime.

Despite her need to catch up on her favorite tv show, Isabela is also asleep. With her head resting against Ez’s shoulder, her body curled up against his, Isabela has been asleep for the last hour. If asked, she’ll blame it on Ez. The second he allowed her to share the blanket with him, his body heat acted as a furnace. One that pulled her right to sleep.

Ez is currently debating on the best way to transfer her from the living to the bed when his phone lights up.

He knows who is calling before he checks the caller I.D.

Angel has been texting Ez non-stop.

Angel’s voice comes out low through the receiver. “If I don’t call you back tomorrow it’s because she’s stabbed me in my sleep.”

“You better take the couch tonight then.” Ez brow furrows, wincing as he double-checks the time on his brightly lit screen. “Why are you whispering?”

“I’m in the bathroom.” Angel quickly dismisses his brother’s question. “Listen, it wouldn’t make a difference. Trust me. She hasn’t been talking to me--except for when she ripped me a new one in therapy today--”

“Therapy...hope you tipped the doc.” Ez chuckles. “Having a witness might have saved your life.”

“...she knows about Samuel.”

Ez releases a sigh, his hand running down his face. “I told you it was a bad idea.”

“I had to tell her,” Angel mumbles. “It's not like I could tell her about last night. I figured…”

“Give her something else to be mad about?” Ez shakes his head, sparing his brother the laugh. “Angel--”

“I’m working on it.” Angel’s side goes quiet for a moment. His admission is an admission of truth. He has been thinking about it for the last twenty-four hours. “I'm gonna tell her, I just need the right moment...besides, don’t rush me. She’s gonna be mad at you too when she finds out you helped.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how I always end up in your shit.”

“That’s what brothers are for,” Angel chuckles. “Remember what I said. If I don’t answer tomorrow--”

“Bye, Angel.”

Hanging up, Ez pushes his phone aside.

He carefully lifts the blanket covering him and Isabela. He successfully carries her down the hallway to the bedroom and has finished tucking her in when she stirs.

She watches as he removes one of the extra pillows from the bed before taking a step towards the door.

“I know it might be extremely difficult for you to stay on your side of the bed,” she yawns, rubbing at her eyes. “But I’m willing to share it with you, as long as you let me take the left.”

A smile spreads across Ez’s face as he watches her pat space next to her. He lifts the pillow in his hand. “Bed’s all yours tonight. I’m gonna take the couch.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he chuckles. “I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Okay,” Isabela’s eyes are already drifting shut as she yawns. “Well, just know the offer still stands if you change your mind.”

“Besides, I gotta at least take you out on a date before we start fighting over sides of the bed.”

“Give me the time and place, and I'll be there,” she giggles, her face nuzzling against her pillow. “Just know I’m a tough negotiator.”

Since when has knocking become so difficult?

It is the question you ask yourself as you stand outside the bathroom door. You quickly knock before you can change your mind.

“Yeah?”

“Um--are you decent?”

Your eyes grip shut as you let your own words sink in.

Are you decent?

The bathroom door opens to reveal a freshly showered Angel. He stands on one side of the double sink. His phone is in one hand, a towel in the other. He wears just a pair of briefs, his hair still dripping from the shower.

“What are you doing? You’ve been in here forever.”

“I've been done for a minute,” he responds, his eyes glued to his iPhone. “Didn’t know you were waiting on me.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t go to sleep until I brush my teeth.”

“You could’ve just come in.”

“You were taking a shower.” Your response is automatic.

It is also the same thing that has kept you waiting patiently on the bed for the past thirty minutes.

“You’ve seen me naked before, querida.”

He glances away from his phone to find you still hovering in the doorway. Toothbrush in hand. Your weight shifts as his eyes linger on the black satin sleepshirt you wear. His gaze returns to his phone once he realizes he’s still staring.

“You can enter since apparently, you need the invitation,” he responds, a smile finding his lips. He doesn’t need to see your face to know your eyes are rolling.

Angel may be silent as you start your nighttime skin routine, but he’s panicking inside. Panicking might not be the right word. Paranoia has begun to set in.

From the moment he and Ez made it stateside Friday night, the realization of his actions began to set in. The realization that he has somehow managed to tie himself to Tommy Flores for the second time. The note he'd shoved into his pocket was now in the trash back in Santo Padre. The message, however, was seared in his mind.

Always get insurance.

You were right to ask what Angel has been doing for the last thirty minutes. He’s been searching for information on Tommy. From the moment he started the search, Angel realized this was a terrible mistake.

Now that you’re standing next to him, the cut on his hand seems to throb. He glances down at the bandage. It’s bled through and needs to be removed.

You’re brushing your teeth when you glance up to the mirror before you. You pause, watching Angel's reflection as he studies his right hand. Strangely, it’s the first time you’ve noticed the bandage.

You wait until you’ve rinsed your mouth to face him.

“What happened to your hand?”

Instinctively, Angel moves his hand out of sight. He drops it to his side.

“Nothing,” he responds, suddenly focused on toweling his damp hair.

“It was bleeding?” You reach around him, ignoring his silent protest.

Angel knows there’s no point in fighting you on it. He turns to face you, allowing you to get a better look at his hand. Unwrapping it, you feel him flinch as the cool air hits the open cut. He drops the towel to the floor, resting back against the sink as your brow furrows.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Before he can respond, you’re already out of sight.

Angel stays where he is, waiting patiently for over five minutes. His brow rises when you return, a black bag in your hand. It is one he’s known you to carry for as long as he can remember. He always teases you for carrying the first aid kit, but always seems to need you to use it on him.

A tiny smile finds his lips as he watches you sit the bag on the sink. “You packed this in your suitcase.”

“No,” your eyes roll as you reach forward to cut on the water. “I keep it in the trunk. Let me see your hand.”

Offering it, Angel watches your expressions as you take the time to study the cut. Whatever questions are on your mind, you don’t share them with him. You don’t say anything else. You silently clean and wrap the cut.

“Thanks.”

The kiss he presses against your cheek halts the washing of your hands. He doesn’t linger to leave a second. He picks up his phone before leaving you alone.

When Angel wakes, he finds you quietly moving around the suite. Cell Phone in hand, one shoe in the other.

“You’re leaving me?”

His question causes you to jump.

“Yeah,” You release a sigh as you turn to find him watching you from his makeshift bed. “I was hoping you’d sleep through my getaway.”

Sitting up, Angel glances over as you take a seat alongside him. He silently watches as you slip on your shoe, his eyes passing over your leggings and sports bra.

“Where are you going?”

“Yoga. Figured you wouldn’t want to come. It’s not really your thing.”

“Yeah, but it’s a couples class…”

He doesn’t add anything to his previous statement. Instead, he stands.

“So, you’re coming?” You ask, watching as he pauses to stretch.

“Yeah, it’s just yoga.” He yawns. "Besides, Dr. Mallory said we gotta do things to nurture our souls."

You’re not sure if Angel tagged along to make a point or because he honestly thought it would be easy.

At the moment, you’re concentrating on keeping your breathing controlled and steady. Your eyes are closed, the only blinders you have for the man on the mat alongside yours.

Although you can no longer see him, you know Angel is in the same state as before.

Struggling.

The hushed “shit” he releases, as he wobbles, brings a tiny smile to your lips.

Angel’s eyes shift from the instructor, who is slowly making her way around the room, towards you. He readjusts his posture, trying his best to mirror your stance. But it seems no matter what he does, it doesn’t look like yours.

He wipes at the sweat on his brow. “I thought we were starting with the easy stuff.”

“This is a beginner’s pose,” you note. Your eyes open, a giggle escaping your lips once you take in the look of skepticism on his face.

“You sure?” Angel watches as you effortlessly move into the next pose. He releases a huff, his neck rolling before he tries to follow your lead. “Seems like you signed us up for the advanced class. Just so you could torture me.”

“I didn’t even know you were coming.”

Angel knows your statement is one of pure truth, but that doesn’t stop him from chuckling, “feels like a setup.”

“You know you can always do the modifications,” you nod towards the front of the room. “It’s easier.”

Angel follows your gaze to where an elderly couple is demonstrating the modified version of the pose.

“Easier?” Angel scoffs. “I don’t need easier, I’m doing pretty good--”

He speaks too soon. His weight tips forward, the sight causing your concentration to break. Before he can fall, you catch his left hand pulling him upright.

Angel blinks. His widened eyes move to meet your gaze. A sheepish grin finds his lips as your grip remains tight around his hand.

You eye his less than steady stance. “Are you okay?”

Angel nods. The grin on his face begins to morph. The sight of his smirk causes you to drop his hand.

“Shit, for a second, I thought you were mad enough to let me faceplant.”

“Shut up,” your eyes roll as you redirect your attention back to the instructor. “I just have good reflexes.”

Halfway through the class, Angel gives up trying to follow along. He spends the remainder of class distracting you. When he’s successful in making you smile, he complies with your request “Angel, please focus. You’re going to get us kicked out.”

He settles back into participating. He sticks solely to the modifications. When the class ends, he manages a few steps before collapsing on your mat.

He rests his head on your lap, preventing you from standing. His eyes drift shut as he lets out a deep breath.

“Angel, get up.”

“I can’t,” he sighs. His right-hand rests over his heart, the dramatic change in his breathing causing you to shake your head. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Your eyes roll as he remains where he is. Head resting against your lap, eyes closed, a tiny smile on his lips. It grows into a familiar grin as the warmth of your fingers brushes against his skin.

Your touch lightly brushes through his hair. You watch his eyes open to meet yours.

“I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing,” he chuckles.

“I’m relaxed,” you smile, your touch drifting to his jaw. “You’re not relaxed.”

“Now I am. It’s what you owe me, after that hour of torture.”

“You get an A for trying.”

He smiles falters as he watches you let out a deep breath. The smile on your face is gone, the sight letting him know his plan hasn't worked.

"Can you get up now?" You ask as your eyes follow the couples filing out.

A red 1964 Chevy Impala turns onto Rock Creek Avenue for the second time this Sunday morning. Windows rolled down, music playing low, it comes to a stop alongside the light blue fire hydrant marking the end of the street. Although its idling engine has been cut, the gear shift in park, its driver remains inside.

Dressed in a worn leather jacket, too hot for the already humid morning air, Leo releases the smoke in his lungs. He had committed the address to memory when Tommy had whispered it to him the morning before.

He stops to double-check the home’s number as he returns his cigarette to his lips.

1101 Rock Creek Avenue.

The house itself is nothing special. Apart from the sunflower yellow-painted door, it is nearly identical to the other single-story homes which line the street. A street that is strangely quiet for the hour.

The impala’s dash clock reads 11:35.

Leo leans across the console tugging the latch from the glovebox. Shifting the Ruger, which lays inside, he retrieves the folded newspaper. He pauses long enough to close the glovebox before settling back against his seat.

He stays that way, finishing off his slowly dwindling cigarette, scribbling on the paper in his hand.

The Saturday edition of the Daily Imperial Gazette has a newly noted license plate number written in its top-left corner. The crossword puzzle for the day, ninety percent complete.

Focused on the black and white squares before him, Leo lets out a breath.

An eleven-letter word for satisfaction?

“...vindication…” he mumbles, scribbling the answer into the boxes. His gaze shifts to the watch on his wrist.

12:01.

A shift in his peripheral causes Leo to direct his attention elsewhere.

The sunflower yellow door opens, a woman stepping out. She has a black BB-8 backpack slung over her left shoulder, the eye of the orange and white droid catching a glint of sunlight. Her long dark curls are pulled into a high ponytail. She wears a purple tie-dye sundress and white platform sneakers. She turns back to the door, smiling at the man who steps out after her.

Although Leo has never met Angel, he knows this is not him. The prospect patch stitched across the back of Ez’s kutte, the indicator he needs.

“I can’t wait to see you have some actual fun,” Isabela giggles as Ez stops before her.

Ez’s brow furrows, the corner of his lips turning up slightly, as he meets her playful gaze.

“You make it sound like I’m boring.”

“Uh-uh, don’t put that on me. I did not say boring, you did.” Isabela’s nose scrunches in concentration. Her smile widens as she settles on a more fitting word to describe the man before her. “You’re always so...serious.”

“Serious…” Ez echoes. He watches as Isabela bites her lip, suddenly wondering if her word choice was taken on the offense. As she opens her mouth to add an explanation, Ez shrugs. “I’ve been called worse.”

“I’m just saying, I think I’ve seen you crack a smile maybe once since you’ve been here,” Isabela adds. “You don’t laugh at any of my jokes--”

“Maybe they’re not funny.” Ez glances up from the sunglasses in his hands. He watches Isabela’s hand find her chest, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “Besides, I didn't realize you were trying to impress me.”

For once, in their time together, Ez is able to render Isabela speechless. The smile that brightens his features, causes Isabela’s eyes to roll as she steps around him.

“Wait, can we go back a second? Did Ezekiel Reyes actually crack a joke?”

“I do it from time to time.”

“Well, you should do it more often because you have a cute smile, Zeke,” she teases. “Can’t blame a girl from wanting to see it more often.”

Ez fails at stopping the smile on his lips from morphing into a grin as he slips his sunglasses over his eyes.

Isabela takes a step back inside. “Jeyson Iván Reyes! Let’s go!”

With Isabela no longer before him, Ez’s gaze passes over the street coming to a stop on the red Chevy Impala. Aside from being illegally parked, the car would catch the attention of any passerby. It’s not every day that one sees a vintage car, in pristine condition, riding through the streets of Santo Padre.

He steps forward, giving the car a closer look. But he looks away once he gets the look at the driver’s seat. A man focused solely on flipping through a copy of the Daily Imperial Gazette.

Leo lowers the newspaper slightly. His focus moves past an unsuspecting Ez to the little boy who bolts out the front door.

In his Lakers jersey, Jeyson Reyes is nearly a blur of purple and gold. His laughter drifts down the street as his uncle catches and lifts him into the air.

“Someone’s excited,” Isabela giggles as Ez lowers Jeyson back to his feet.

“I wanna try the bumper cars!” The grin on Jeyson’s face is wide. His entire body radiates with anticipation as he impatiently watches his uncle lock the door. “And the ride that spins you around really really fast so that you’re dizzy—and the mini golf!”

“Yeah?” Isabela’s fingers brush through Jeyson’s curls. Her playful eyes drift to Ez, the smile on her face grows as Jeyson follows her gaze. “I think you and I can beat Ez over here. What do you say, J?”

Ez’s brow arches, his eyes briefly meeting hers before moving to Jeyson’s.

“We can beat him. Easy.” The confidence in Jeyson’s voice is almost enough to break his uncle’s facade.

Ez’s eyes study both pairs of brown eyes focused on him, his head shaking softly.

“I don’t know,” he winces as he steps towards the car. “What are you willing to bet on it, J?”

For a moment, Jeyson is silent. An endless amount of possibilities rush through the eight-year-old’s mind. His round eyes widen as he settles on an answer.

“Funnel cake.”

“Good choice.” Ez squats down before Jeyson. He offers him his hand, pulling it back slightly once Jeyson reaches for it. His gaze lifts to Isabela, his resolve finally cracking, a smile slipping through. “You two can’t back out when I win.”

Folding the newspaper, Leo tosses it into the passenger seat as he watches the truck back out of the driveway. As the truck rolls to a halt, before the stop sign at the end of the street, the engine of the 1964 Chevy Impala rumbles to life.

“When can we go on the Ferris Wheel?” Jeyson groans, the impatient whine in his voice causes his uncle to smile.

“In a minute.” Ez ruffles Jeyson’s hair before reaching into his kutte for his vibrating phone. “We gotta wait for Isabela.”

“Where is she?” Jeyson pouts. Standing on his toes, he releases a huff once he doesn’t see her. “She’s been gone forever!”

In reality, it’s only been five minutes. But five minutes can seem like a lifetime to a kid waiting anxiously to continue his exploration of the carnival.

Two hours in, and Ez has learned that Jeyson doesn’t tire easily.

“I thought you wanted ice cream?” Ez chuckles, glancing over to watch Jeyson shake his head.

“Not anymore,” Jeyson sighs. “I want to go on the Ferris Wheel.”

“We will the second Isabela gets back. Okay?”

Despite the pout on his lips, Jeyson nods as he meets his uncle's gaze.

The text that holds Ez attention is from you. It is a question that has been on your mind for the past few days.

Zeke, need that brain of yours. PLEASE tell me you know of a club with a stallion patch?

Ez’s brow furrows as he reads over the message. He types the first thought that pops into his mind. Followed quickly by the second.

Horsemen.

Don’t know much about them. Prospect...limited information. Gotta ask Angel about that stuff. He was at the table Friday.

He glances up from his phone at the burst of laughter coming from a passing group of teenage girls. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he takes it forward once he realizes that the insistent voice of Jeyson is no longer there.

“Jeyson?” Ez’s brow furrows as his gaze passes over those closest to him.

He has no sight of Jeyson, his stomach dropping as he takes another step forward.

The second time he calls Jeyson’s name his voice is louder, a slight tremble slipping in.

Despite it being a Sunday afternoon, the carnival is packed. The Ferris Wheel is on the last round of its current cycle. This has ushered in a shift in the crowd. People are rushing to make it to the line, excited for a seat on the upcoming cycle.

“Jeyson?”

The cheers and music drown out Ez’s voice. Between the bodies pressing against him and the breath that seems harder to pass than the previous, Ez can't quite remember the way he’s just turned from.

The tightness in his chest causes him to stumble forward. The thought of finding Jeyson slips away with each painful squeeze of his heart. It becomes painfully loud, drowning out the same cheers and music that had blanketed his voice mere seconds before. He can’t focus. His mind is useless, unable to bridge the disconnect to the rest of his body.

No matter how hard he tries to get air, Ez chokes on each breath he takes. No amount of air that he swallows can be caught by his lungs. He is left breathless, his feet blindly searching for a break in the crowd. His vision is blurred, the images blurring as his focus scrambles.

Through the crowd, he catches sight of a disfigured BB-8 backpack.

“Thank you! Have a great day.” Isabela’s smile widens as she accepts the two ice cream cones from the vendor. She drops the change into the tip jar, carefully sidestepping the couple running past her.

She stops to take a lick of her ice cream, her eyes scanning the crowd. She starts to move forward, in the direction of the designated meet-up point. A tall green pole, that houses a baby blue flag at its top.

Through the break in the crowd, she catches sight of Ez’s kutte. Her steps slow once she realizes he’s bent over, the cones she holds slipping through her fingers.

Ez can’t hear his name on her lips, but he can feel the heat of her shaking hands as they cup his face. Her body shifts with his, as Ez’s back presses against the pole. His lightheadedness dragging his body to the ground.

Despite the trembling of her hands, Isabela’s voice is calm as she lowers herself to her knees before him.

“Ez--hey, look at me. I need you to breathe. Okay?” The softness of her voice lifts Ez’s gaze from his trembling hands. A smile finds her lips, the sight forcing him to take a breath. “Good. Here.”

Taking his left hand in his, Isabela gives it a gentle squeeze before moving to place it over her heart.

“It’s okay, you and I can do it together.” Isabela takes a deep steady breath, Ez’s hand rising and falling with the motion.

It takes a second breath for him to follow suit. The harsh intake of breath comes in slightly smoother than before. His right-hand finds her waist, his eyes drifting shut as he tries to push out another breath.

The grip on her hip is painfully tight, but Isabela remains in place. Resting her forehead against his, she continues to breathe, her fingers gently brush against his cheek. With each passing second, her heart slowly anchors his forcing it to match the steady rhythm beating against his palm.

“Shit--” Ez’s voice comes out hoarse, shaky as he opens his eyes. “I’m sorry--”

His body tips back. Isabela’s weight pressed against him as her arms wrap around his neck. The hug she gives is tight, causing Ez to blink.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I uh--I’m sorry--I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Ez.” Isabela shakes her head, pulling back to get a look at Ez’s face.

The look of concern on her face drops Ez’s gaze to his hands. The slight tremble that remains causes him to clench his fist together.

He attempts to swallow the lump in his throat, but it remains. His voice comes out thick, as he shakes his head slightly.

“I haven’t had one of those in years,” he speaks quietly. “The first year in Stockton…”

Isabela nods, not needing him to finish the thought. Instead, she wraps her arms back around him. This time, Ez returns the hug, his face resting against the warmth of her neck briefly.

It’s not until she has him steady and on his feet that Isabela lets out a deep breath.

She looks around when a realization sets in.

“Where’s Jeyson?” The look on Ez’s face causes her to take a step sideways.

As she turns around, she stumbles forward nearly tripping over a grinning Jeyson.

“Oh my god--” Isabela lets out a deep breath, her hand finding her forehead as her eyes drift shut. “Jeyson, where did you go?”

Jeyson’s words come out muffled as he attempts to speak through a mouthful of hot dough.

“We went to get a funnel cake.”

“What?” Isabela’s eyes open.

Jeyson stands with a large plated funnel cake in hand. He wears a grin.

“You can have some,” he offers as Isabela brushes at the powered sugar dusting his cheek.

She blinks. “You don’t ever walk off without me or Ez. You don’t go with strangers, you know that--”

“He wasn’t a stranger.” Jeyson glances up from the piece of funnel cake in his hand. “He was daddy’s friend. He knew my name. He said it was a gift for doing good at my recital.”

His brown eyes widen as he takes in the look of confusion on Isabela’s face.

“Am I in trouble?” He asks. The possibility causes Jeyson’s smile to falter.

“No,” Isabela shakes her head, wrapping him in a hug. “You scared me, that’s all.”

You can learn a lot about a person from their home. Leo discovers all he needs about you the moment he enters yours.

Your son is the center of your universe.

Leo stands in your living room, his eyes passing over the incomplete Millennium Falcon set in the middle of the floor. Overstepping the abandoned legos, he moves closer for a better look at the photos hanging on the wall.

Jeyson is in nearly every photo. Spanning from baby photos, holiday shots, candid moments of fun, to yearbook photos, they allow Jeyson to grow up before Leo’s eyes.

He pauses at the latest hung photo.

Taken in September, it shows Jeyson standing between you and his father. The smile he wears matches Angel’s to the tee. It was taken on the first day of third grade. Jeyson is wearing his Gilman Prep uniform.

Leo lifts his phone, delaying long enough to snap a photo before moving on.

He starts his trek through the house. Sifting through recently delivered mail, abandoned on the kitchen counter. The piano holding the sheet music for Jeyson's recently passed recital. Studying the neatly printed schedule written across the whiteboard on the refrigerator door. The fully stocked bookshelf in Jeyson’s bedroom. The password-protected laptop on the desk of your office. The gun safe in your bedroom closet.

As he returns the closet door to its original position, his eyes pass over the room. They land on the dresser. The wooden, hand-carved jewelry box is smaller than he would anticipate from a woman. The first item to catch his attention is the oval cut diamond of your engagement ring, paired with the matching wedding band. He lifts both, pausing to study them in the sunlight peeking through the bedroom window. Returning them to their original resting place, he lifts the tiny velvet red box nearby. Inside, he finds a pearl necklace.

The necklace itself is simple. A single pearl embellished with a small, round white stone. It is a necklace you rarely take off. It was gifted to you years ago at a high school graduation dinner by Marisol.

Closing the box, Leo pockets it before leaving. The only sign he was ever there is the unlocked front door. It gives Ez a brief moment of a pause upon his return. He’s almost certain he locked it when they left. But with the high-speed rate Jeyson is talking at the moment, he chalks it up to his mind spacing.

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