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cher-rei · 1 month
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pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]
summary: a documentation of your life as the messi family's adoptive daughter leading up to a surprise relationship reveal
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notes: posting this like this isn't based on my gavi fic that's in planning... the oc's name is sofía btw (translated spanish!!)
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fía.pérez la vida en este momento con mi chica favorita 💌 (life at the moment with my favourite girl) [tagged: aurorapaezg]
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aurorapaezg 😘 [liked by fía.pérez]
pablogavi dejar a mi hermana en paz desafío: ir (leave my sister alone challenge: go)
→ fía.pérez deja de ser celoso desafío: ve (stop being jealous challenge: go)
user guys I just saw two pretty best friends...
user when are gavi and sofía not arguing though, like can we be fr 😭
user they make it so easy to ship them and I'm so here for it
user it's over once when see antonela or messi in the comments 😔
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fía.pérez ciro + fía = <3
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antonelarocuzzo mis bebés ❤️‍🩹 (my babies) [liked by fía.paréz)
leomessi mateo dijo que está mejor 😭 (mateo said that he's better)
→ fía.pérez en sus sueños 🙄 (in his dreams)
pablogavi ¿Y por qué no me invitaron??? (and why wasn't I invited???)
→ fía.pérez bueno, tal vez si hubieras respondido a mi llamada habrías (well maybe if you answered my calls you would've)
pedri los amantes se pelean (lovers quarrel)
→ fía.pérez sal de mis comentarios ahora mismo... (get out of my comments right now)
pablogavi @pedri me das asco. (you disgust me.)
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pablogavi exponiendo mi angel 🤭 (exposing my angel) [tagged: fía.pérez]
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fía.pérez estás muerto gavira. (you're dead gavira) [liked by pablogavi]
pedri ¿¿subtítulo?? (caption??)
ferrantorres ¿¿tu que?? (your what??)
user excuse me 😃
user HELP?? SOFT LAUNCH??
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fía.pérez él realmente está aquí firmando las camisetas de todos mientras yo estoy allí 😒 (he's really out there signing everyone's shirt while I'm right there) [tagged: pablogavi]
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pablogavi puedes tener el mío en su lugar 😉 (you can have mine instead)
→ fía.pérez preferiría morir ☺️ (i'd rather die)
pedri los odio tanto a ambos (I hate you both so much) [liked by fía.pérez]
user I don't even know if I'm delusional anymore
→ user girl I'm just here for the vibes, they're too cute to leave
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fía.pérez el chico en la pantalla es algo lindo 👀 (the guy on the screen is kind of cute)
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aurorapaezg estás bromeando ¿no? (you're joking right?) [liked by fía.pérez]
pablogavi conozco a alguien que es al menos diez veces más lindo (I know someone who's at least ten times cuter)
→ fía.pérez ¿ah, de verdad? (oh really?) [liked by pablogavi]
ferminlopez @pedri hermano, ven aquí (bro get over here)
user we're getting closer!!!
user am I supposed to be screaming or crying rn??
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pablogavi mi vista favorita 👀❤️‍🩹 (my favourite view) [tagged: fía.pérez]
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fía.pérez he visto mejores de cerca (I've seen better upclose)
→ pablogavi imposible mi amor (impossible, my love)
pedri ¿puedo finalmente dormir en paz ahora? (can I finally sleep in peace now?)
→ pablogavi nunca (never)
ferminlopez ¡¡vamos!! (let's gooo!!) [liked by pablogavi)
user screaming, crying, throwing up
user YESSSS!! I'M CONVULSING
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fía.pérez mi niño bonito ❤️ (my pretty boy) [tagged: pablogavi)
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pablogavi ¡¡no es justo!! no puedes llamarme tu chico bonito tan casualmente (that's not fair!! you can't call me your pretty boy so casually)
→ fía.pérez por supuesto que puedo (of course I can)
antonelarocuzzo te tomo bastante tiempo (took you long enough)
→ fía.pérez fue un proceso ¿vale? 😭 (it was a process okay?)
pedri yo todavía te odio (I still hate you)
→ pablogavi nada nuevo (nothing new)
user is this what heaven feels like?
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No Place Feels Like Home
a version of this from whumpee's perspective, with ocs cuz i'm planning on turning this into a series <3
cw age gap, intimate whumper, power dynamic
The freezing air outside was a stark contrast to the inside of the house. The heat of so many bodies pressed together in the basement had left Thomas sweaty and flushed in his wool sweater, but now, standing on the porch, he wished he’d worn more layers. Winters in Jersey were unforgiving. He took another drag from his cigarette in hopes of keeping warm—it didn’t quite do the trick, but the burning in his chest was a distraction, at least. 
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 
Thomas looked up in surprise at the guy walking toward him, leather jacket over a Refused shirt. Dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he was wearing the kind of smirk that Thomas knew would get him into trouble if he wasn’t careful. He'd always been a sucker for bad boys. 
He held the other man’s gaze, raising the cigarette to his lips again. Thomas blew out a cloud of smoke before replying, “What makes you think I have a bedtime?” Surely, he didn’t look that young. 
The guy leaned one shoulder against the wall next to him, leaving just enough distance to be casual. “I don’t mind,” he said, not answering the question. “I mean, we do all ages shows for a reason. I think it’s great for kids to see live music.”
What a jerk—this guy had to be fucking with him. Thomas gave him as scathing a glare as he could manage. “I’m eighteen, actually. But thanks for your concern.” 
“Sorry, you just look young is all.” He was still smiling teasingly. “Didn’t mean to offend you—maybe we could start over? I’m Mateo Ruiz. But everyone calls me Matty.” 
“I know, I came to see your band,” Thomas said, taking another drag on his cigarette. 
He shivered when Mateo looked him up and down. “Yeah? Didn’t realize you were a fan.” 
“Why’s that?” 
Mateo hummed, eyes shining with amusement. “Just don’t look like you’re in the scene. Where’s your sweater from, pretty boy—The Gap?” 
It was, actually, which made Thomas fume even more. “My friend Liz put me onto you guys. She’s really into hardcore stuff, she played me your CD.”
“You’re gonna love it, I promise,” she’d insisted, grinning as they sat cross-legged on her bed. “These guys are gonna be big someday.” 
Thomas rolled his eyes. “That’s what you said about The Unholy Pizza Parlor Apocalypse. And they’ve already broken up.” 
Liz smacked him on the arm. “Okay, but I mean it this time. The melodic hardcore stuff is totally taking off. Aaaaannd the guys are wicked cute.” 
“You’re sick,” Thomas said when she wiggled her eyebrows at him. 
“Oh shit, Liz?” Mateo’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Like, Liz that does the Soundboard zine?” 
Thomas nodded, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall behind him before flicking it over the porch railing. “Yeah, she's here somewhere. Probably chatting up your bandmate—she has a thing for bassists.” 
Mateo nodded, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between them. “And how ‘bout you?” he teased, looking down at Thomas with big, dark eyes he could get lost in. “You look like the type who’d be into singers.” 
“I don’t know...singers are too cocky,” he shot back. “And they’re not as good with their fingers.”
Mateo laughed at that, flashing him a devilish smirk. “You’re funny, kid... Never told me your name, by the way.” 
“Thomas.” The chill that ran down his spine had more to do with the hungry way Mateo was looking at him than the February air. His heart pounded in his ears. 
“Thomas,” Mateo repeated, the name dripping from his tongue like honey. “Suits you.” 
His hands fidgeted with the bottom of his sweater, and he wondered if he should light another cigarette to keep them busy. 
Mateo reached out and brushed Thomas’s hair behind his ear, not paying any mind to the people milling around outside. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret, Tommy,” he said, lowering his voice. “I kind of have a thing for preppy boys who shop at The Gap.” 
“It’s just Thomas,” he whispered, throat dry. 
“Listen.” Fingers trailed down his jaw, and then Mateo’s hand was cupping his cheek. “I haven’t seen you at any shows before, but you seem cool. There’s an afterparty at my place if you wanna come.” 
Thomas hesitated. “I don’t know...I have class in the morning.” 
“Your call. But I'd really like it if you were there.” 
Mateo’s eyes drifted down to his lips for a moment, making the unspoken implication in his statement clear. Despite Thomas’s nervousness, he made no move to back away. “Yeah?” he breathed. 
“Yeah—come party with the rockstars.” He leaned in, breath hot against Thomas’s ear when he spoke. “I promise you’ll have a good time, honey.” 
“Okay. I’ll come,” Thomas agreed. He felt a sick thrill run through him as he wondered if Mateo was as passionate in...other ways...as he was when he performed. 
The singer grinned, fingers ghosting down Thomas’s neck. “Awesome. Let me pack up my equipment and then we’ll get going.”
taglist: @morning-star-whump  
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callsign-bunnie · 1 year
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I am Kind of obsessed with Matteo as Alejandros "evil" twin
Do you have more headcanons on him?
Ahhh, yes I do
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Rodolfo calls him Matty. He hates when anyone else does it
Of course, that means Alejandro has to call him Matty at every fucking opportunity
He and Alejandro are constantly fighting each other
Rodolfo just sees him as a friend, he's not in love with him like he is with Alejandro
Huge angst potential when Rodolfo finds out that this entire time, he thought he had a friend and Mateo was just trying to ruin his relationship with Alejandro to get with him
Throwing in my other oc, Mateo HATES Ale the wolf, just fucking despises him
It's okay, though, because Ale fucking hates him back
Ale and Alejandro are constantly being scolded for being mean to Mateo
The only time they're even willing to work together is to gang up on Mateo
Alejandro wishes Rodolfo could see that Mateo is manipulating him
When Alejandro and Rodolfo get engaged, Mateo tries to ruin it
Mateo has been in love with Rodolfo since all three were children, it's why he hates Alejandro so much
Alejandro knew Mateo was trying to steal his best friend/crush so he kind of treated him like crap
Mateo was Marcus's favorite, another reason Alejandro cannot fucking stand him
Alejandro joined the military, which his family wasn't too happy with, Mateo went to college
Mateo almost fucking lost it when Rodolfo followed Alejandro into the military
Mateo is real fucking weird about Rodolfo's relationship with femininity. (I'm going with the same backstories for Mimesis, just... without the whole selling thing. They grew up normally)
Valeria has offered to off Mateo for Alejandro
Mateo and Valeria have also never gotten along because Valeria can see Mateo for the snake that he is
In fact, she frequently calls him Snake.
Rodolfo keeps telling her to knock it off, but she refuses
Ale the wolf has bitten a chunk out of Mateo's ass at some point
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lightningfilledsaber · 6 months
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🧠 for... dante or copper! since youve been posting them a lot lately
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
I'M GONNA DO BOTH!!!!!111 Tbh it's very VERY hard to choose just one thing but I'll do my best to keep this. as brief as I can lmfao I love these homos so!
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Copper first! Honestly this is gonna sound like a joke but hear me out. I love that he's an absolute loser. He's a giant pervert shut in virgin. He's awkward and silly but soooo passionate about his interests, even if he gets embarrassed to talk about them! He's just. so genuine. Mateo and I call him a puppyboy because he really kinda just is. So pathetically enthusiastic about things and eager to please. He's a loser and I love it
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Now Dante! It's even harder for me to choose with them because they. are one of my favorite ocs of all time tbh. They're very complex as a character and I've put extra amounts of love into them but!!! What I like most about them is the way they are kind to a fault while being INTENSELY emotionally shut off. I draw them happy and cute with Copper and Riot a LOT but it takes a WHILE for them to get to that point!! They're dealing with a LOT of emotional constipation on top of masking their autism like 24/7! They naturally have a flat affect and it took a very long time for them to develop the social skills they have when meeting Copper and later Riot, they were a very intense lil kid. Then, there comes the emotional shut off! They are very active in their community and have lots of friends, but very, very few are truly close. They're always a shoulder to cry on but keep people at arm's length when it comes to their own feelings. They use sexual intimacy to make up for the lack of emotional intimacy they allow themself. It's SUCH an interesting trait to play with. Especially because once they FINALLY let themself be vulnerable emotionally, they blossom into the person they truly are. Not just kind to others, but kind to themself. Someone who is a true part of their community because they let others take care of them, too <3
That ended up being a lot longer than intended LMAO whoops! But like I said. I love these guys so very much so! Tysm for the ask!
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a-pirate · 10 months
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Can we have more info on your little cutie Kit??? He's absolutely adorable 😌
Mah bb boy. My Kit. Gonna be honest, I've been unsure how to actual answer becuase like do I give random facts? Do give everything? Which is why this took so long. 😂
Kit is the son of a woman who wanted a child but didn't want to go through having a relationship. She worked at BioTechnica, and her position led her to realized she had tools at her disposal that would let her have a kid from anyone with just some DNA, which is how he came to look that much like a certain rock star. She later lost her job and they had to go on the run, making any hope he had for a cushy future fly out the window. (This is his full history. It's slightly outdated and I'll be editing it soon, but it's still accurate enough.)
Mama Welles calls him Gatito, and he hates when anyone besides her uses it.
He loves karaoke. He's not a great singer, but he's not even close to a bad one. But he doesn't care. He doesn't have musical aspirations, he just thinks karaoke is fun.
He's unknowingly good at math and has a surprising aptitude for architecture. In another life, his schooling would have led him down that artistic path, and he would have become an architect.
He doesn't know who his "father" is, nor does he care. He never cared about that because his mother was all he needed. And he will vehemently deny that he looks like a young Kerry Eurodyne.
He buys into anti-nomad propaganda.
Mentally, he's been trapped in limbo since his mother's disappearance. He doesn't want to move on with the potential reality he may never see her again, because that's accepting she might be dead. He spends a good amount of time daily looking for her, and he's always hoping she'll come back some day.
He's bisexual and a legitimately terrible flirt. He's more likely to runaway than intentionally flirt back with you, even if he wants to, though he's often oblivious to flirting anyway.
Mateo Thiago has somewhat of a big brother relationship with him. Due to his familiarity with the Mox, Kit will often go to him with questions of any kind. Mateo's often gruff with him, but has had a soft spot since they first met and finds ways to help him when he can. Kit will sometimes sleep in the break room in Lizzie's' basement.
He has no cyberware and intends to never chip in. In a world where everyone needs cyberware to get ahead, it's become a personal challenge to him.
He's an extremely loyal friend. He will kill for and die with you without hesitation.
He dies in at least two timelines related to my other OCs' V canons. With Val Vega, he fights alongside the Aldecaldos when the Wraiths attack the camp, and is killed during the event. This pushes her away from the nomads and into Arasaka's clutches. With Vivian King, she decides she's going to take on Arasaka in a suicide run. She gives Kit a final call, who figures out something's going on and insists on going with her. They both are killed just before she reaches Mikoshi, he first then she.
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If you want the meta reason he looks the way he does, it's here.
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🐚🥤🍄
TUMBLR DIDNT NOTIFY ME THAT I HAD AN ASK ALKSLFKJS SORRY FOR THE TWO DAY WAIT
(from this post)
🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?
hmmm.... i like genuine surprises, like when an author updates a fic after a while, but i hated planned surprises?? like when people plan to Surprise Me with A Thing, i don't like that very much. mostly bc i hate the social expectation of formulating a response aljsdlkfjsdkjf
now in terms of writing, surprises like "oh here's a new headcanon about ur OC" that just...happen...to me while i'm writing get mixed reactions aksldjfdsk sometimes im SUPER EXCITED bc it makes xyz easier, sometimes i get irrationally angry bc DAMMIT NOW I HAVE TO CHANGE XYZ TO FIT. most of the time, tho, writing is just. surprise after surprise lmao
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
@dreamwraith is one of my FAVORITEST EVER authors, anything he writes, i will read.
@emeraldsandamethyst is another friend of mine whose works are INCREDIBLE, both funny and angsty, and GODS her smut is like. some of the best out there.
OH and anything @not-close-to-straight writes??? instantly opened and read. the fic i currently highly recommend from her is Territorial, bc HOLY SHIT vampires, but literally anything she's written i will tell people about.
i am reading a Linked Universe-related fic that i would recommend but a) i'm not dragging myself in public for that alskdjfkdjf and b) it has A Lot of Stuff that i would want to warn about before ppl jump into it. it is fucking GODS-TIER level good, and i'm in a discord with the author and some other fans and it's just...so much fun, i love that series and the discord sm. if u wanna know what it is, just dm me!
BUT WAIT ACTUALLY there is another linked universe-related series I LOVE that i will recommend: Linked Universe Townhouse AU by St0rmy it is SO FUCKING GOOD, i could talk about it all day. anything st0rmy writes, i recommend. she's a wonderful author and writes SUCH GOOD, COMPLEX CHARACTERS AND HER FIGHT SCENES???? THAT ONE FIGHT SCENE IN THE BRAVE????? OH MY GODS.
im really bad at recs, bc all knowledge of my fav fics and authors leaves my head immediately after being asked, but these are the ones on my brain currently!!
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
ohhhhhh okay, so this is a headcanon for mateo, my dp oc that i ship with danny. i wrote it out SOME in "stay for dinner?" but its full implications haven't been revealed yet, so here ya go!
mateo is a WONDERFUL liar. like. scary good at it. and its not bc he enjoys it, or whatever, but it was a coping mechanism he developed while dating this guy, santiago 'tiago'. kid was tryna be big and get in good with the gangs and dragged mateo along with him. mateo, young and naive, went along with it bc he liked tiago and he was slowly figuring out that he was attracted to danger so he didn't realize how bad it was until it was too late. after they broke up, the lying didn't necessarily go away, he just stopped doing it so often. but lying IS a skill that's needed, and he uses it when he needs to with danny (especially after his core begins to develop)
HOWEVER. he can't lie about like. petty shit?? or like when danny catches him doing something silly and calls him out (teasing) on it, he is suddenly THEE WORST LIAR ON THE PLANET (which just in turn reinforces the idea that he's a terrible liar overall to danny, which protects mateo's secrets further). danny's also oblivious, so he doesn't often catch him in a true lie. THAT is reserved for vanessa, emrys, manaia, luke, and eventually, dan. basically, everyone but danny (and nikau, poor bab) can see it alsflksjdfl
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yo idk if you already got one of these fics but like, ik that whenever i do sumn stressful as hell, i usually get sick from it. but not DURING that said situation, but after that when im able to finally just sit and chill. so like, sumn like that would be really cool with one of your oc's. and honestly, throw the curse on whoever you feel it'll fit best. just thought i'd throw my idea out there yk?
Hey, man! Thanks for the great request! I'm so mean to my boys in this. Sorry it took a while for me to answer it. Hope you're doing good :)
Content Warning: This fic contains a very vague flashback to the actual stressful part. To give a proper warning, Mateo is an ambulance paramedic (edited from dispatcher because that was a mistake) so the stressful situation is a bad call in which a minor is injured. I do not actually write out the emergency, but Mateo does remember details such as blood and parental grieving. There is NO explicit death.
More CW: Vague descriptions of a major bodily injury, mention of blood and other bodily structures injured in an accident. Graphic descriptions of vomiting! Emotional turmoil that leads to vomiting for Mateo, and fear of blood that leads to vomiting for Shawn.
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Blood pulsed in Mateo’s head. The waves beat against his ear drums, threatening to pierce that delicate membrane. A small part of him wished that would happen so that the red-tinted memories would leak out. A rush of vertigo forced him to reach a shaky hand towards Shawn. Luckily Shawn was solid and sturdy. Much sturdier than him. 
The ambulance bay was deserted, save for Mateo, Shawn, and the paramedic supervisor. Mateo knew that his mentor was around as well, probably waiting for his own support person to arrive; they weren’t allowed to leave on their own, not with shock clouding their eyes and judgment. 
Mateo bunched up the fabric of Shawn’s shirt in his grasp. His support person. The two of them stood in front of Mateo’s supervisor, listening to the proper protocols following a traumatic call. Mateo was instructed to take two mandatory sick days to recover from the stress. Then he had to be present for the debriefing. It was like a meeting to ensure everyone’s emotional wellbeing which lessened the effects of PTSD. That was the hope anyway. 
Mateo was not listening. He was drowning in stimulation. Voices. Sirens. Echoes of screams, all bouncing around in his skull like a ball in a pinball machine. He knew that the memories of this call would stick to the part of his brain that fabricated nightmares. But there would be no fabrication necessary. All he had to do was reach into the past—not but an hour ago—to fuel the bad dreams. 
The mother’s wails. The father’s incessant string of curses and self-deprecation. The boy’s…his…his legs. The ropes of mangled tissue and bones. All of it came back when he closed his eyes. By the time he and Joel had gotten to the address, the roar of the lawn mower had died, but the son was quickly being pulled to that quiet place as well. 
“Mateo.” 
Joel kept calling his name, telling him to fetch this, put pressure here. 
“Mateo” 
It all happened so fast. The boy’s blood soaked the end of his sleeves. The red spread up his arms like flames eating through a newspaper.
“Mateo?” 
The father had been punching himself in the head and pacing while they worked on boy. The mother tore up her vocal cords. Mateo had never understood the term “blood curdling” before, but he learned the meaning when his own blood cells seemed to clump together in his chest. The ache he felt was like pushing a clot through his aorta. 
“Mateo!” 
“Yes? What?” Mateo’s eyes shot up to meet his supervisor’s gaze. 
“Did you hear what I said?” Obviously, he had not.  “We’ll be getting you a new uniform, so don’t worry about washing the blood out.” The supervisor looked Mateo up and down. “I see you’ve changed already. Where is your uniform?” 
Mateo answered only after Shawn gave him a nudge. The nudge was enough to cause Mateo to sway on his feet. “Joel has it…my—my partner…he said he’d clean it for me.” 
The supervisor nodded. “I’ll be talking to Joel next. You’re free to leave, Mateo. Take care of yourself.” 
Mateo’s ears continue to ring as Shawn helped him to the car. Rain pelted the windshield, making it hard to hear what Shawn was saying. Where was this rain an hour ago? Surely nobody would have mowed their lawn if it had been raining this hard. Surely a little boy would not have been outside if the skies were this gray. But an hour ago, the sky had been blue and clear. 
“…is that alright, babe?” Shawn said, turning onto the busy street. When he got no answer, he lightly touched his boyfriend’s arm. “Hey, Teo?” 
“What?” 
Shawn’s shoulders dropped as he watched Mateo’s face remain emotionless even when he spoke. The boy was numb. He was somewhere else. “I said I’ll help you shower when we get home. Does that sound like a good plan?” 
“Uh-huh.” 
Mateo looked down at his lap with dead-drooping eyelids. The windshield wipers were making him dizzy, so he dared not look up again. Still, he could see them swishing back and forth in his peripheral vision. Back and forth and back and forth. Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh. Like the blood in his ears. 
Like his blood, the food in his stomach was curdled as well. Lumpy and soggy with acid. The adrenaline had kept him from losing his lunch at the scene, but now there was nothing to keep his mind distracted from the sick feeling in his gut. 
His heart was pounding as if its beat alone could play music on his fragile ear drums. All this pulsing and throbbing was shaking up his insides. He imagined his belly frothing, bubbling higher and higher until it reached his esophagus. He closed his eyes in attempt to make the world stop. Just stop. Stop moving. Stop shaking. Stop screaming.  
Mateo’s battle with the world was internal. From Shawn’s perspective it appeared as if Mateo were sleeping—albeit restlessly. Only the sound of thunder kept Shawn company during the drive home. If he closed his eyes he could have convinced himself that he was alone. 
Shawn wished he could understand what was going through Mateo’s mind. Not that he could ever handle the details. Some nights Mateo came home with a story from the road. They were the calls that weren’t disturbing enough to upset Mateo, but they were certainly disturbing enough for Shawn. Usually, Mateo got half-way through the story before Shawn told him to stop. 
Mateo didn’t share these moments anymore. He technically wasn’t supposed to in the first place, but everybody needs an outlet sometimes. Mateo’s outlet just couldn’t be his boyfriend, and that was fine. 
Most of the time. 
“Alright, hon,” Shawn sighed as he stopped the car. “We’re home.” 
Mateo didn’t move. He kept his head down. Shawn could see that his eyes were open just a sliver. The colour of his face matched the storm clouds. 
“Mateo?” Shawn touched his arm again, hoping for a response. He watched Mateo’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “Honey, are you okay?” 
A small drop of saliva dripped from his lips as Mateo shook his head to say no. Then all at once, he vomited up his lunch onto his thighs. There was hardly any sound or movement from the boy. Just a small gurgle in his throat before a sludge of sick coated his pants. Mateo’s shoulders didn’t even move when he retched. 
“Oh my God!” Shawn exclaimed, startled by the amount of vomit that came out of Mateo’s mouth. He quickly shrugged off his surprise and rubbed his boyfriend’s back. “Aw, Teo. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Mateo whimpered and gagged emptily over the layer of sick that soaked his pants. He awkwardly held his hands by his chest to keep them clean. Vomit dripped down his thighs, onto the seat and the floor. 
He gagged again, and tears leaked onto his cheeks. That’s when he started to cry for real. It was everywhere. On his shoes, on his knees, on his sleeves. It was sticky and thick. 
Except he wasn’t wearing a shirt with sleeves just then. 
Still, it was on his sleeves, spreading through the cotton fibers like a wildfire. It was on his knees from where he knelt on the grass with that little boy. It was red and everywhere. The woman was screaming. The man was screaming. He was screaming, but nobody could hear it unless they looked inside his mind. 
Mateo was breathing heavily in the now quiet car. He stopped vomiting, but his back was shaking. Shawn still had his hand between Mateo’s shoulder blades and could feel heat coming through his clothes as if he had a fever. But this was not caused by a fever or a bug. The heat was from that wildfire that burned through his thoughts. 
“You��re okay,” Shawn said. “Just let it all out. Cry, do whatever you need. I’ll help you get inside in a moment.” 
Mateo clutched his chest and cried. Tears and spit dripped onto his lap. Outside, the rain still hammered on the windshield, almost muffling the choked sobs that escaped from his mouth. 
“I know. I know,” Shawn said, his voice shaking with emotion. “It’s scary. You feel like you have no control. But it will pass.” 
“I can’t…” Mateo tried to talk around the lump in his throat. “I can’t stop seeing it, Shawn. There was so much blood.”  
Shawn swallowed thickly. This was the type of story that neither of them could stomach. He wanted to listen so bad. He wanted to let Mateo get it all out. The story. The tears. The sick. All of the bad gunk that clotted in his systems. But his own body and mind could not carry the load without snapping. 
Shawn let out a long exhale through his nose. You got this, he told himself. Mateo needs a shower. You can help with that. First, get him out of the car. He waited until Mateo’s breathing slowed down, which it finally did at the same time that the rain stopped. 
“Okay,” Shawn mumbled before opening the driver side door. He ran around to the passenger side and opened Mateo’s door. A small bit of puke dripped out. He cupped Mateo’s damp cheek. “Let’s get you inside.” 
They went straight to the bathroom. More specifically, straight to the bathroom floor. Shawn waited to see if Mateo was going to throw up again before doing anything 
He didn’t; he just stared at the floor in a trance. 
So, Shawn started to undress him. The boy was a dead-weight, completely uninterested in keeping his head up. But that was fine. Shawn could work with this. He started by taking Mateo’s shirt off. He took one of Mateo’s hands to get his arm out of the sleeve—
And immediately dropped his boyfriend’s hand. 
There was dried blood all along Mateo’s nails. The lines and creases on his palms were also traced in red. Every bend in his fingers hid the same secret. Clearly, scrubbing his hands after the call had not been enough. The blood was as resilient as the bad memories. 
Shawn looked away and covered his mouth, gagging into his hand. 
“What is it?” Mateo slurred, almost drunkenly. He curled in fingers towards himself, seeing the circles of blood around his nails. “…Oh.” His gaze travelled slowly back to his boyfriend. “You okay?” 
“I need a second.” Shawn mumbled into his hand. 
“It’s not mine.”
“I know.” Shawn said without opening his mouth more than necessary.
“It’s the kid’s.” 
“Please stop.” 
Mateo got a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed to look past Shawn. “It’s the kid’s,” he repeated. His bloody hand started to shake again. In his mind, there was nobody else with him in that moment—certainly not somebody who might be opposed to hearing about the scene. “It just kept coming. The blood. I used so many cloths, but it kept soaking through.” 
Shawn’s stomach rose in his throat. He retched into his hand and stood up on wobbly legs. The sick poured from his mouth as he lunged for the bathroom sink. 
His throat burned from the vomit that was now staining the white porcelain. He turned on the tap to wash away the mess. His knuckles went white as he held onto the edge of the counter. That grip got even tighter when his stomach lurched a second time. 
“Shawn?” Mateo looked at his boyfriend with huge eyes. Fear filled those eyes. It was fear for the things he had seen and fear for his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry,” Shawn choked out. He gagged over the sink again. “Ugh I’m sorry, I can’t. I want to help you, but…” 
“Don’t leave,” Mateo pleaded with fresh tears in his eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.” 
Shawn was crying too. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help you.” 
Though they were together, they were alone. Alone in their suffering that the other couldn’t understand. Shawn felt like they were falling at different speeds. He was dizzy and disoriented, unable to offer the kind of help that Mateo needed. 
Then a thought popped into his head. He looked up slowly, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. His skin was ashen like Mateo’s. The Shawn that stared back was fuzzy around the edges. Yeah, he wasn’t going to do much good like this. But maybe there was someone else who could help. 
A knock came at the door not but ten minutes later. Shawn had been pacing the hallway in front of the bathroom when the knocking came. He sighed gratefully and shook out his hands to get the nervous energy out. He wiped the sweat off his palm on his pants, before opening the door. 
Madix stood on the other side. Behind Madix was Dakota. They both wore identical looks of concern. Shawn had not been expecting Dakota, but he was more than happy to let his friends in. 
“Hey, man,” Madix said, clapping Shawn on the shoulder as he entered the apartment. “I was with Dakota when you called. I hope you don’t mind that he came too.” 
“Uh…um yeah that’s—that’s fine.”
Madix just nodded patiently as Shawn stuttered, taking in his friend’s appearance. “Alright, first things first, you need to sit down before you pass out.” He guided Shawn over to the couch. “There. Can I get you anything? Water? A blanket?” 
“Uh, no, no. Mateo—he’s in the bathroom. I couldn’t go back in. Go see him. Not me. Please.” 
“Okay, easy,” Madix said, hearing the growing panic in Shawn’s voice. He looked back at Dakota. “Kota, you stay with Shawn. I’ll check on Mateo.” 
“Thank you,” Shawn mumbled and put his head in his hands. He felt the couch cushions spring back up when Madix left. 
For a moment, he let the darkness of his hands envelop him. Then he felt a new weight join him on the couch. He opened his eyes to see Dakota’s sympathy written across his face. Something about the soft crease in his brow made Shawn want to break down. “I tried to help him. I was getting him in the shower, but...but—God, I’m so glad you’re both here.” 
“He’s going to be okay,” Dakota said softly. 
“I know. Madix will understand. He’ll help Teo more than I ever could.” 
“You did your best. Be proud of that," Dakota assured him. “Now, how are you holding up?” 
“Bad?” Shawn looked up and blinked away fresh tears. “When I left Mateo, he was so out of it. Just staring at his hands. He was—” 
“—Shawn,” Dakota cut in, placing his hand on his friend’s knee. “Slow down. I asked about you.” 
Shawn sniffled and let out a manic laugh. “What?” 
“You.” 
“Me?” 
Dakota nodded. “Yeah. This isn’t easy on you either.” He spoke slowly. “I insisted on coming for reason. You both need someone right now. So, tell me what I can do. We can talk about it if you want. Or we can talk about literally anything else if you need a distraction. I also I give the best hugs by the way."
In the end, Shawn wanted to be distracted. He had to get his mind off his boyfriend. Off the blood on his hands. Off the noise in his head. Off, off, off. Because turning off was the only way he’d get calm. 
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purplesong1028 · 2 years
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Of Men and Games
Chapter 1: A New Game
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To a lot of people in their country, Fernando Mateo Gomez is the perfect poster boy, but to Cali or any other cartel, this is the worst kind of politician to strike a deal with. The reason is simple: they don’t need anything.
Rating: General Audience
Paring: Pacho/Male OC
Words: 2,175
“My partner will be here soon.” Pacho turns to the man walking besides him along the horse ranch. “I have to say, we didn’t expect you to be half an hour early, Señor Gomez.”
“Please, call me Fernando.” The young politician takes off his sunglasses, squinting a little under the sunlight, but it doesn’t make his smile any less brighter. “The state council meeting ended early, and I just couldn’t wait for another second to get the hell out of there, you know?”
“I could imagine.” Pacho stops in front of a tall, light brown mare, gently running his fingers along her smooth hair. “But in that case, I’m afraid you just walked yourself right into another meeting.”
“Ah that’s fine, completely different kind of meeting.” Fernando observes the beautiful horse from the side, eyes sparkling with sheer appreciation. “Hey wait…isn’t she the champion from three years ago? Catalina! Sí?”
“Sí, Catalina. She won her last trophy three years ago before she retired.”
“I’m glad she found such a nice new home.” Fernando smiles fondly as he looks around the ranch where several other horses are running around on vast green. “I love horses, always had a soft spot for them.”
They fall silent as the guest seemingly lost himself in the scene, and for a moment, Pacho starts to suspect if this is the politician’s way of hinting he wants a horse from him, which sure as hell isn’t happening.
“My bad, I got distracted.” Before he could think deeper, Fernando snaps himself out of it, laughing apologetically. “It’s just been a while since I last saw my own horses back at home.”
“No worries, you’re welcomed to pet any of them if you want.” Pacho puts on his standard polite smile, gesturing one of the equestrians to come over.
“No, it’s ok. I get it. They’re not dogs, not all of them like strangers.” Fernando gestures to stop the equestrian, and nods at the little pavilion in front of them, where several waiters are setting up the table. “I assume that’s where we’re going?”
“After you.”
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Once they settle down, Pacho takes a good look at the young governor for the first time. He’s no stranger to that handsome face, since it’s been all over the news for a few months now. Well-established family, Ivy League education, the youngest person to ever serve as a governor in the history of Colombia… To a lot of people in their country, Fernando Mateo Gomez is the perfect poster boy, but to Cali or any other cartel, this is the worst kind of politician to strike a deal with.
The reason is simple: they don’t need anything; not money, not votes, not women, and in most cases, they don’t even have enemies they can’t take care of by themselves. There’s no reason for them to risk what they already have by associating themselves with drug trades. Therefore, when Fernando took office as the new governor of a state where Cali owns multiple ports, Gilberto made it quite clear that the first priority was to ensure their deal with the old governor would stay. Usually, the most efficient way to get someone’s cooperation is through blackmailing, which they had Jorge working on immediately. However, before they found anything substantial, to their surprise, the new governor was the first one to reach out.
“I believe your organization has some unfinished business with my predecessor.” He sounded polite and curious over the phone, even a bit excited for some reason. “I thinks it would be the best for us to meet and discuss in detail.”
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So here they are, sitting across from each other, with two glasses of wine and a very exquisite cheese platter in between.
Fernando glances at the empty chair next to them, “I assume you’d want to wait for your partner before we start talking business?”
“We won’t draw any conclusion before everyone’s here, but feel free to talk to me.”
Pacho takes a grape from the cheese platter and puts it into his mouth, something completely mundane and unimportant. But at that exact moment, although it only lasted for a split second, his guest was absolutely following his movements with an intense gaze, from fingertips to lips.
“That’s ok. It’s nice to take a break and enjoy the view.” Fernando quickly shifts his focus to something behind Pacho, could be another horse, or it could be the clear blue sky.
Pacho tries his best to hide a smile. Well…who would have thought? What a surprisingly interesting turn of events.
“The view?”
Fernando raises the wine glass, and looks directly into his eyes with striking candidness and determination, like a soldier charging into the battle field with full force after a minor setback. “Well, I have to admit, everything so far has been…very pleasant.”
Pacho gives a thoughtful look to the glass waiting to be clicked, but leaves it hanging midair, for now. “Pleasant? How come?”
“Well, about two weeks ago I was invited to this party with a few other governors and congressmen.” Fernando brings his glass back and takes a sip, doesn’t seem to be bothered at all by the rejection. “It was hosted by Pablo Escobar, and man…what a fucking disaster.”
“Are you seriously telling me…” Pacho cross his hands and leans forward with a firm stare, “that you’re also Pablo Escobar’s valued guest?”
“No, I’m telling you I did not like his party, or the purpose of that party.” Fernando’s keeping his voice calm, but his nervousness is showing from the way his tightens his grasp on the wine glass. “I assume it’s not a secret to you that he’s planning to run for office.”
“Why do you not like that?” Pacho makes an open-armed gesture toward their surroundings. “I assume it’s not because you have a problem with what he does.”
“No, I’m not someone like Galán, as admirable as that would be.” He drinks a large gulp of wine, “Look, the way I see it, he’s trying to play a completely new game with the same rules in his old game, and that can’t possibly end well.”
“And why do you care if it ends well for him or not?”
“Because it’s not just for him. If he keeps going at it…” The politician takes a deep breath before giving the closing line of his argument. Pacho has seen him doing that so many times on TV, that it’s almost a bit funny seeing it in real life.
“There’s a chance that, he might ruin both games.”
With that, Fernando simply stops talking and locks their eyes across the table, with layers of complicated emotions flashing across his dark pupils. Now that is something Pacho’s never seen before, so he takes his sweet time studying it: it’s vulnerable in a way, but not weak, hopeful yet reserved.
It’s an honest look, and a very endearing one.
***
Pacho smiles and raises his glass, mimicking what his lovely guest did earlier. “That was hell of an answer.”
Fernando immediately laughs out, not trying to hide the fact that he was holding his breath. “Well, I’m very happy it all worked out.”
“No, not so fast,” Pacho refills both their glasses, “you still haven’t answered my first question.”
“What was that?”
“What I asked, was how is this pleasant to you, before we got distracted with the whole Escobar issue.”
“Oh that!” Fernando takes a few seconds to swallow a piece of gruyere cheese. “Well, when I mentioned Escobar, I was trying to say his party was loud and obnoxious. There was a freaking monkey drinking tequila, and a bunch of women in swimsuits.”
Pacho hides his smirk behind the glass, the wine tasting even sweeter now with the sight in front of him. “I assume that’s not your type of scene.”
“No. I prefer this type of scene a lot more.” Fernando raises his eyebrows, and flashes him a cheeky smile. “Hope it’s ok for me to say this, but I’ve seen your pictures on newspapers, and they really don’t do you justice.”
Pacho regards his handsome guest with a smooth, intentional stare: his meticulously styled dark hair, full lips that always curve up, long fingers tapping on the wine glass…
“Maybe the newspaper should hire your photographers. They seem to do you justice pretty well.”
“You know, I might not know what you looked like before, but I’ve heard stories about you.” Fernando tilts his head slightly to the side, as if he’s thinking back to the stories right now. “Quite a lot, actually.”
Pacho smiles, holding Fernando’s suggestive gaze with a teasing one. Politicians…doesn’t matter how smart they are, or the fact that they have a bright smile, and eyes like obsidians, their tricks are always old-fashioned.
“All good stories, I suppose?”
“Not good or bad, for that matter. Just interesting.”
“Even better.” Pacho leans forward, just slightly, barely a hint. “No one likes boring.”
“That’s right. This is the least boring 20 minutes I’ve ever spent with anyone.”
***
Fernando traces the edge of his glass, carefully wiping away a drop of wine. The scarlet liquid rests delicately on his fingertip, before flowing down the smooth skin on his palm.
Pacho licks his lip.
“Do you know what game you’re playing?”
“I’m just getting started in the game. I’ve got time to figure it out.” Fernando covers his hand with a napkin, wiping it clean.
“Everyone believes that.” Pacho suddenly reaches over to press his own hand on the napkin, closing his fingers tightly around Fernando’s wrist. “But you should be careful, my friend, sometimes our time runs out before we realize.”
“My apologies, have I offended you in any way?” There’s caution in his voice, but not the tiniest sense of fear, his pulse slightly elevated under Pacho’s grasp. “Because that sounds like a threat.”
“If I were to threaten you, you wouldn’t need to ask for confirmation.” Pacho chuckles with genuine amusement, loosening his grip to let the napkin fall down. “So no, it’s just a well-intended warning. You are awfully open for a politician.”
“What can I say? I like straightforwardness.” Fernando gently brushes his fingertips along the back of Pacho’s hand. “But I’m never open to wrong people, about wrong things.”
“Then answer me this, and I’m only going to ask you once.” Pacho takes his hand and gently presses it down on the table.
***
“Why are you here?”
Fernando looks down at their folded hands, and then, for the first time, looks to the side to avoid Pacho’s gaze, like he’s finding the right words to say. But Pacho’s not in a rush, because this is finally getting to the good part, the part he’s been wondering ever since he received that call from the young governor, the part that even Gilberto couldn’t figure out prior to this meeting.
“Up until now, I’ve been playing a game that I’m supposed to…expected to play.”
“You mean your family.”
“Yeah, it’s not a game, really, more like a script, already written on the day I was born.”
“But I want to change that.” Fernando finishes half of his glass in one go, like he’s drinking some hard liquor instead of wine. “It’s not about money, and I’m not looking for a favor, at least not for now, but I want my own game.”
The young politician meets his eyes with unprecedented excitement and raw ambition, “So I would really appreciate a friend like you.”
“A friend like me, and this so-called game, isn’t what you imagined.” Pacho scoffs and shakes his head; in a way, this almost feels anticlimactic, just some spoiled rich boy going through his much-delayed rebellious phase. “Be careful what you wish for, before you waste my time.”
“I understand why you see it that way, but here’s the thing.” Fernando tries to move his hand under Pacho’s, and when he fails to do that, he places his other hand on top, so now both of his hands are on the table. “I might not be what you imagined, and I think you should give me a chance to prove that.”
“And if you fail to prove it?”
“Well…” Fernando bites his lip, fingertips drawing little patterns on the back of Pacho’s hand, but his voice is serious and determined. “Then I guess it’s up to you.”
“Very well,” Pacho retrieves his hand, looking at the sky where a helicopter is approaching, “then I suppose my partner will be very happy with the good news.”
Fernando takes the chance to lean closer, raising his voice. “That’s great! But too bad we don’t have more time alone here, right?”
Pacho fixes his lips with a stare, but doesn’t move one inch, “If you’re as honest as you claim to be, this won’t be the last time you see me.”
“I’d like that, Señor Herrera.”
“Please,” Pacho sits back straight as Gilberto walks toward them, “Call me Pacho.”
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mydemonsdrivealimo · 2 years
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(mc intro post :)
Jensen Mateo Alejandro Valentine-Smith is my lovely mc who has developed mostly into an oc, both in changes to his physical appearance as well as his interests.
Birthday: January 21st
Personality: He’s just as fiery as the mc is written (i took every chance possible to have him yell at ethan ofc), but he’s definitely more patient when it comes to his temper. He can take a lot of shit but he will absolutely put someone in their place if they need it. Work Jensen follows pretty closely to the story, but regular Jensen can come off as more…cold? He doesn’t go out of his way to be overly friendly, and his “chronic resting bitch face” (as Bryce calls it) doesn't help much. He’s most certainly not a mean person, just rougher around the edges. He has a bit darker of a sense of humor, and is a damn good liar (though he doesn’t do it often). Generally he’s more willing to go the “socially unacceptable” route quicker than most.
Physical appearance:
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(^^this is the design i play with/am referring to) He’s definitely grown his hair out more, a little bit longer on the sides and top. He has 6 ear piercings, 2 on each lobe, helix on his right, and industrial on his left. He had most of them before med school, but got the industrial just before graduation. Sometimes I draw him with an eyebrow piercing but he would’ve taken it out by the time he’s at Edenbrook, I just add it for fun. He also has a tongue piercing and nipple piercings (so 9 total, 10 including the eybrow one). He has 2 tattoos, a large one across his shoulder blades with a sun and moon, and two bands around his right bicep. Also a few scars here and there, nothing too bad. Lastly his build is a little wider, and he’s definitely got muscle but his stomach and chest aren’t super defined and are generally more soft. 
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Backstory: Jensen was born in Colombia, living with his mom and dad until his mom moved back to Chicago when he was around 5, taking him with. It took them about a year of bouncing from couch to couch to finally find their footing and get a place of their own. His mom worked a lot, and Jensen had never been too passionate about school or hobbies which led him into more trouble than anything else. 
He has a sealed record because of a few particularly unflattering incidents in his younger years, but it was always with the best intention for him and his mom. She was declared unfit to take care of him after the court got involved, as she was months behind on rent, could barely afford new clothes, and clearly had no way to supervise Jensen. Eventually, around sophomore year of high school, he was living with a foster family and visited his mom (at least) one weekend every month. 
He really started to enjoy school as he was able to take more classes he wanted, and has a passion for psychology and sociology. His grades were never horrible, but he averaged a high c or low b up to that point. He definitely was told he needed to “apply himself” by many teachers, because he had the brains to get through school, he just never cared to. He was more concerned with real-world problems, whether that be what went on at his own kitchen table, money issues, or what was happening in the news.
Psychology was what had him considering the medical field in the first place. He loved and still actively keeps up with psychological studies and papers, but it was more of a slow-working remedy. It was almost too hopeless, seeing how long it took to get proper diagnosis and ongoing misconceptions about mental health. But if he became a doctor, he could see the results and make a visible change. Of course there’s always brick walls he’s going to hit his head against, but it definitely made him feel a lot more accomplished. 
Family: His foster family, who he still is in contact with, had a daughter a few years older than him. He doesn’t see them often, maybe a visit during the holidays and a few texts here and there. His mom got married when he was away at college, and Jensen barely met the guy (maybe a half a dinner once?). He still talks to his mom whenever possible but they’re busy with their own lives and they know that. He doesn’t visit her much, both because she moved over to Oregon and Jensen wouldn't click well with her new family.
Fun facts: 
Jensen was in a band in his senior year of high school and first 3 years of college. Nothing too exciting, mostly just for shits, and the biggest show they played was probably at a bar just off campus. He played bass (still does for fun if he has time) and backing vocals
Jensen’s been boxing since he was in middle school, and while it’s mostly a hobby, he occasionally teaches newcomers at the gym where he trains (he doesn’t go easy on them though which is why they don’t train with him a lot)
Jensen swears an unflattering amount. At work, he can pretty much just turn it off, but anywhere else it doesn’t work so easily. He really tries to censor himself, especially around Keiki or his niece and nephew, but usually something slips out
He's pretty horrible with most children (he just doesn’t know what to do with them), but he absolutely loves his niece and nephew. He has no problem once he gets to know them, and loves hanging out with them and hearing what they have to say. Once he has a little more time in his schedule, they come and visit him for a weekend or two every year
He absolutely loves not having to talk when he's with Bryce. A lot of people would think it's annoying to have their partner talking constantly. Jensen isn't bothered by it at all though, and is happy to just listen to Bryce ramble about whatever and participate in the conversation when necessary.
please ask any questions if you have them <3
~~~ edit ~~~
coming back much later than i posted this, ik, but now that im more familiar w the fandom im going to tag @choicesficwriterscreations to add jensen to the mcs :)
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phoenixrising0308 · 1 year
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Meet the Garcia's: El Otro (Part 1)
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Books: The Royal Romance 1-3 to Royal Heir and cross-over characters from other choices universes.
Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.
Trigger Warnings in this chapter: Hazing &  🍋
Pairing: Liam Rys x Jessica Garcia (MC)
Agent Phoenix Forged in Fire Series premise: This is a canon divergent series set after TRR 3 Tariq is never found. Liam’s duty to his country forces him into marriage. Jessica and Liam enter into a Cordonian arrangement. Both of them wanted to have a life together. However, various obstacles prevent him from a divorce and having the life they both want together. With dreams of a future crushed, Jessica leaves Cordonia. Despite a five-year absence, they are still heartbroken and unable to forget each other and the life they once shared. When Jessica’s career path takes an expected turn, her duty to her country pushes her to Cordonia, back into the society that burned her, and back into Liam’s sights. Will she rise from the ashes or once again go down in flames? Catch up here  
Disclaimer  
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*This is a one-shot was created for this ask. Daisy is an OC and her and Leo may or met and the events that occur in this story may or may not occur in the actual timeline.*
Chapter Summary: Liam meets Jessica family....again this time with backup.
Word count: 3,200 *please excuse typos and grammatical errors*
Reading time: 10 Minutes
Song inspiration: You got the right stuff- New kids on the block
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Cordonia’s Capitol Building - Break room
Jessica stood by the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. “Want some?” Drake said, “Yeah, thanks got your email. The dates are good with me. I’m going to hop on with you. Want to see my mom. I sent the request to you know who.” Jessica rolled her eyes and said, “Let me run upstairs before he-.”
Liam's guard entered the break room and muttered into his hidden walkie as Liam was escorted by an additional Kings guard. “Lady Jessica, may I have a word with you,” Liam said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Drake looked at Jessica and said, “Just got the message receipt.” Jessica gave a quick curtsy and looked at Liam with a smile then said, “Certainly Your Majesty”.
Liam motioned for Jessica to step out of the break room and meet him in the hallway. As a few employees looked at them curiously. Liam cleared his throat and said, “I am in receipt of your request for time off. I am declining such a request. And lowered his voice and said, “You could have told me in the shower. By the way, what time is lunch?”
Jessica gave Liam a smirk said, “Your Majesty my apologies for turning in my request late. It won’t happen again. Please reconsider.” and she said in a low tone. “Oh come on Liam, it’s only a few days. I haven’t seen my brothers in a while and my cousin might be in town. Plus I think it’s time for me to be a little more forthcoming. I’m thinking Five guys at 1pm.”
Liam said, “Lady Jessica please inform me as to the nature of this sudden departure?” Liam lowered his voice and said, “Oh, like you’re going to tell them… like tell them? And sounds good to me.”
Jessica said, “Your Majesty I would like to travel abroad.” Jessica lowered her voice “Um yes that is the plan. I would really like to do this in person.”
The employees watching the exchange went back into the break room.
Liam said, “Well, part of me thinks I should go with you.”
Jessica bit her lip nervously “Um… I don’t think you should come this time around. Let me break the ice. They are going to be upset…that I didn’t come clean. For the last two weeks, Adam has been trying to facetime me at work for a virtual office tour at random times. Mateo interrogates me every time we talk. Liam, it’s stressful.”
Liam said, “Jess-”
Jessica looked around and gave Liam a quick kiss on the lips and bit his bottom lip. “Liam, let me do this. ”
Liam pulled Jessica close “Love, I really do owe them some type of an explanation.”
Jessica said, “I love you. It’s just something I prefer to do alone right now.”
Liam took a deep sigh “Okay, but promise to call and let me know how it goes.”
Jessica smiled and said, “Thank you. Drake would like to see his mom so at least I will have company for a bit. Can you get us peanuts? We look forward to them.”
“Yes of course, love. I will make the arrangements for flights to Texas and New York when I get to my desk.”
A few people walked down the hallway Jessica noticed them.
“Yes, Your Majesty yes everything has been handled. Again, I apologize for the short notice.”
Liam cleared his throat and spoke in a deep elevated tone, “Very well. Request granted. Now Lady Jessica another pressing matter of the crown must be and they need my undivided attention.” Liam leaned in and whispered in her ear “Upstairs in twenty… You look very tense and I think I know how to fix that.”
—-
One week later.
Cordonia International Airport
Drake rolled his eyes with a duffel bag in his hands and said in a high-pitched mocking tone “Liam, I love you.” and then said in a deep husky tone “Jess, I love you. Please listen to Drake as he is always right -”
Jessica laughed and said, “Oh please Drake… besides Liam knows better than to side with you in any fight.”
“All I know is that you two are delaying my flight. Kiss her Li, I have been standing here for 20 minutes and my mom is making me Frito pie with Texas chili. I need to put up with your girlfriend’s drooling and snoring to get it. So we need to get going!”
“I don’t snore DRAKE!”
“How the fuck do you know? You’re asleep!”
“Baby, do I snore?” Jessica looked at Liam lovingly.
Liam answered without skipping a beat “No love, you are the absolute picture of perfection when you sleep.”
“Aww, Liam.” Jessica gave Liam a hug and buried her face into his chest. As Liam mouthed the words ‘I know she does. SORRY.’ Drake flipped Liam the finger and mouthed back ‘Pussy whipped motherfucker.’ Liam smirked and mouthed back ‘I’m not ashamed.’ as he rubbed Jessica’s back and kissed the crown of her head.
Jessica pulled away and Liam said, “Love, please call the minute you land.”
Jessica said, “I promise. I love you I will see you in a few days.” Jessica got on her toes and kissed Liam on the lips. He tilted his head deepening their kiss and held her close. Jessica broke their kiss and said, “We will pick that up when I come back.”
Liam said, “I love you.”
Jessica boarded the jet and Liam stood until it took off. He picked up his phone and said, “She is gone.”
15 minutes later…
The engine of Leo’s Ducati Testa bike came to a halt and he pulled off his helmet and said, “Liam are you ready… did you do what I told you?”
Liam said, “Well, not exactly.”
Leo got off his bike and put his helmet down and walked over to Liam and slapped him in the face. “This is serious! I told you that you needed to watch at least 20 episodes of Blue Bloods, 2 seasons of law and order, and 60 episodes of cops! Bad Boys I and Bad Boys II will be watched on the plane as our in-flight movie. You are fucken up my lesson plan and you know how seriously I take education. The Garcia’s are a law enforcement family we need to understand everything about them… And I want a ride along!”
Liam said, “I’m sorry Leo. I just couldn’t focus. I want to earn their respect again. I know me going there and showing my face would do that. What’s a ride-along?”
Leo said, “This is what I’m talking about! I can’t always be there to connect the dots for you.”
Liam said, “Oh God, how do I get in that house to talk to them. I don’t have a plan. All I know is I grounded the flight for 4 hours after it lands in Texas so I have more time. ”
Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport
“Sam, they really grounded us? Why what’s the reason?” Jessica huffed
“We reached 100 hours so they need to perform an Aircraft inspection before we are permitted to fly.”
“How long?”
“4 hours.”
Let me call Liam. Jessica picked up her cell and called Liam and it went straight to voicemail. “What the fuck?” she then dialed Bastian and it also went straight to voicemail. Jessica thought for a second and dialed Leo and went straight to voicemail this time Jessica left a message ‘Think fast! *beep* “Leo! Please tell me your face is buried in someone’s vagina and that you are not plane with Liam. Call me asap.”
As she reached into her bag to get her credit card to buy a ticket on the next flight heading to New York she called her brother.
Jessica: “Adam!”
Adam: “Hey, Jessie too soon for you to land what’s up?”
Jessica: “Listen I lied. I’m sorry.”
Adam: “About?”
Jessica: “I looked up Liam we are dating it’s new and I didn’t tell you because I wanted to do it myself in person.”
Adam: “Mateo you owe me $250.00. I knew she would cave before she got here.”
Jessica: “What!?”
Adam: “You are in Cordonia it was only a matter of time. We regret nothing. So, Liam is with you?”
Jessica: Not exactly. Liam decided he wanted to go on a suicide mission…
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A few hours later
Bayridge - Brooklyn -The Garcia’s Home
Leo and Liam slowly walked to the door and Liam hand began to shake as he reached for the doorbell. He took a moment to study his nerves. Leo sensed his brother's hesitation and rang the bell. “Too late! We are doing this.”
Adam opened the door and gave Liam a glare. “If your looking for Jessica she is happily married with 2 kids and one on the way. She lives in Mill Basin and they have a corgi named Chico. Don’t me believe look her up on Facebook she goes by last name Wahlberg.”
Adam attempted to close the door and Liam put his foot in the door and said, “Please hear me out.”
Adam opened the door and said, “You are one crazy motherfucker to come here after all this fucken time. I see you brought back up.”
“Hello, my name is Leo.” Leo reached out and gave Adam a firm handshake without breaking eye contact.
“I like that. Good eye contact firm handshake.”
Liam shook Adam's hand. “Your hand is sweaty Liam. You picked the worst possible time to come. It’s Super Cereal Sunday.”
Liam said, “I’m sorry to have disrupted your Sunday.”
Adam said, “Excuse me?”
Liam said, “Oh yes Super cereal Sunday.”
Adam walked Liam and Leo to the living room and said, “I’m gonna tell Mateo you’re here. Have a seat, guys. Liam, don’t shit your pants on the couch. If you do we are going to Raymour and Flanigan after you shower.”
Leo snorted.
Kitchen
Adam cracked a smile at Mateo “So he came.”
Mateo rubbed the back of his neck and said “He has some balls. I respect him for showing up. He is worried about us… he really needs to worry about Jessie. So ball breaking and threats?”
Adam smiled. Mateo yelled “WHAT! Liam is here!” and he kicked the chair.
Adam smiled and yelled, “Mateo, you put the bat down. Let’s be reasonable here.”
Mateo smiled and yelled, “Where is he? I want to break his fucken face!”
Meanwhile…
Liam is bouncing his leg up and down nervously hearing the bothers yell in the kitchen. “Leo, do I have a chance here?”
“WELL. Um, I have an unrelated question. Do you have a will?”
Adam and Mateo walked into the living room and Liam and Leo jumped to their feet.
“Liam, you motherfucker you broke my little sister’s heart and after all this time you show up here wait who’s El otero?”(the other one)
Liam said, “Mateo, this is my brother Leo. I’m sure it comes to you as a sudden shock for us to be here but it’s quite overdue.“
Leo gave a nod
“I felt it was important for me to come here and to assure you things this time around will be different. Liam said as he shook Mateo hand.
“Okay, Prince William and Prince Harry, what can I do for you before I kick you out of our house.”
Leo extended his hand and Mateo shook it. “I’m gonna just come out and say it my bother’s a pussy he made a mistake and I’m here to make sure his is fucken honest about it.”
“Leo,” Liam muttered
Leo said, “I don’t know what she sees in him but I love Jessie. I hope this time Liam has his shit together enough in your eyes so that he can do this right.”
Mateo and Adam looked at each other in surprise Mateo said, “El otero… I fucken like you.”
Leo said, “Mind if I call you Matt?”
Mateo said, “Yeah man go ahead.”
Liam said, “Can…can I call you Matt?”
Mateo said, “If want to breathe through your ass go ahead.”
Liam said, “No, I like regular breathing. So I will stick with Mateo.”
Leo chuckled and said, “Good plan.”
Mateo and Adam both had grins on their faces.
Mateo said, “I really thought she got over you. Honestly, she brought over that one guy.” Mateo began to snap his fingers “ A cop… AHHH Donnie Wahlberg nice guy. Nice guy.”
Liam swallowed a lump in his throat “Jess, never mentioned a Donnie.”
Adam smiled, “We like Donnie. It was serious. Had we had known you were in the picture would have never invited him over.”
Mateo said, “Going to be awkward. It’s our fault we thought maybe we could push those two back together somehow.”
Liam sighed “I understand if you prefer someone else to date your sister but perhaps maybe we could talk?”
Leo covered his mouth hiding a laugh. Mateo looked at Leo curiously and said, “I was just about to pour myself a bowl of fruity pebbles so make it quick. If I like what you have to say I will call Donnie and tell stay the fuck home. Let him know we have a new kid on the block.”
Adam said, “So El otero do you like fruity pebbles?”
Leo said, “Oh I never had them.”
Mateo said, “Best fucken cereal made. Let me pour you a bowl.”
Liam whispered “I never had fruity pebbles.” as he walked behind Adam and Mateo…and Leo.
Kitchen…
Adam, Mateo, and Leo were all eating fruit pebbles as they all watched in amusement as Liam declared his love in a long-drawn-out rant.
… and I love her and I would like to see where things go if that is okay with you. I hope it’s not too much to ask but maybe you can call Mr. Donnie Walburg and inform him that Jessica and are dating.”
Mateo smirked and said, “Well it seems like you said all THE RIGHT STUFF.”
Leo said, “Well I’m glad you took us through your plan STEP BY STEP.”
Adam and Mateo smiled at Liam.
Liam swallowed a lump in his throat
Leo folded his arms and leaned back and said, “Adam and Matt if you don’t mind, I would like to have a word with you.”
Adam said, “Sure. Let’s go to the yard.”
Backyard…
Leo said, “So can I get in this little prank here?“
Mateo said, “You don’t mind us fucking with your bother?”
Leo said, “Nope. This is actually a once and a lifetime opportunity. Jessie tells me how you guys had this constant prank war. Well, I and Liam have one as well and I really would like to think we can take this up a notch. Jessie’s is usually on board but I know she wouldn’t agree to this SO maybe I can be helpful here.”
Mateo said, “So want to help us prank your brother in exchange for a ride-along. Am I hearing you correctly?” Mateo squinted his eyes.
Leo said, “Yes. A ride along.”
Adam said, “Okay, what do you have in mind?”
Leo gave the brothers a glowing smile and said, “Do you have a taser?”
15 minutes later…
Liam stood a few feet away across from Leo, Adam, and Mateo who was holding a taser.
Leo said, “After much negotiation, Jessica’s brothers have decided the only way to settle any ill will they have toward you is for you to let them taser you.”
Liam said, “You are still a shit lawyer. What type of a deal is that?”
Adam said, “Liam, I need you to know that once we hit you with the cartridge you will piss yourself… it happens. That’s why we are in the yard I don’t want any of your piss on our carpet.”
Mateo said, “A few seconds of pain you wet your pants and that’s that.. I’m going to aim for your shoulder.”
Leo said, “I think you need to aim for his dick.”
Liam shouted “Leo. What the fuck?”
Leo shrugged his shoulders and said, “Right is right. Liam right is right.”
Mateo looked at Leo stunned
Mateo said, “You are fucken hardcore bro. El Otro is a crazy motherfucker. I got to take you on a ride-along.”
Adam said, “Man, shit really shoot him in the dick wow. That is fucken cold. On the other hand, we put you out of service for a bit”
Leo said, “I have issues.”
Liam shouted “Clearly!”
Mateo studied his aim and said, “Liam are you ready. This is going to put you out of service for a bit. How much do you bench press by the way.”
Liam said, “Ehhh like 315.”
Adam nodded his head “Impressive Malibu Ken. I mean if you get a low sperm count after this blame it on steroids or stress.”
Leo said, “Google says being tased is like having a Charlie horse.”
Adam said, “Bro relax. Take a deep breath.”
Leo shouted, “Move your hands.”
Mateo said, “Liam, be still I don’t to fuck up my aim and you lose like a ball and shit.”
Liam closed his eyes and waited for his punishment to be handed down to him.
Leo smiled and began to count 5…4…3…2…1
Mateo and Adam said in unison “You passed”
Liam opened his eyes and said, “Huh?”
Adam said, “Yeah man. I mean your brother’s a bit loco. No offense El Otro like get that shit checked out.”
Leo shrugged his shoulders “None taken.”
Adam said, “We were fucking with you with the whole Donnie Wahlberg shit but the taser that shit was all his idea.”
Mateo walked over and padded Liam on the shoulder “Hey you came here on your own. You didn’t have any idea how we would react and I respect that. We respect that. We are all good. Fair warning Jessie told us you were coming and she is pissed you went over her head. My advice is to let her talk.”
Jessica stepped into the yard and said, “Liam… a word.”
Mateo said, “That’s our cue to go.”
Jessica said, “Don’t you go to fucken far.”
Jessica held Liam hand and said, “I’m going to need you to step into my office.” stood in front of the tree and Jessica took off her shoes. Jessica pointed up to a tree.
Liam said, “A treehouse? Love, I’ve never been in a treehouse.”
“Perfect.” Jessica smiled and said, “Follow me.” Jessica climbed up the tree as Liam followed.  When they entered sat in front of each other.
Treehouse
“Jess, I’m sorry I wanted to do this. I felt I had I love you and -”
Jessica gently leaned over to kiss him, snapping Liam out of his thought process. “I know why you did it. I love you for doing it. The fact that you enlisted Leo is questionable.” Jessica said as she laughed.
“I know. I know. They told me they invite your old boyfriend Donnie Wahlberg to super cereal Sunday and I was going to get tasered on my dick to prove myself to them… but it was a setup orchestrated by Leo.” Liam said combed his fingers through his hair.
Jessica burst out laughing and said, “Liam, that is the most incoherent thing I have heard you say. Donnie Wahlberg is an actor on a show about cops called Blue Bloods. He was also in a boy band called New Kids on the Block it was before my time. Besides he is a red socks fan it would never work.”
“What? Donnie is an actor Liam blushed in embarrassment.
“You think I can’t land an actor?
“Of course you can look at you. It was more I thought maybe I would have to complete for you and I can never give you these everyday things that I wish I could. Liam said and he looked down.
“God, they tortured for hours. Baby, I’m so sorry. You give me plenty and I’m so grateful.” Jessica cupped Liam’s face and kissed him softly and sucked on his bottom lip. “I promise to make this up to you somehow.”
“I have an idea, I suffered. I wasn’t sure if I could make it out alive…or in one piece.” Liam leaned in kissing her deeply as he lead her on her back getting on top of her. Jessica returned it too, but she pulled away “Do tree houses turn you on that much?” Jessica asked playfully between kisses. Liam laughed breathily, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb against her soft cheekbone. “Ummm it’s the adenine” Liam mumbled in response. “She gladly leaned back in humming softly and contently. “Ummm it’s the adenine,” Liam mumbled as a response, kissing her again as his hands wandered her body, groping her breasts lightly. She moaned breathily, sensitive to his touch. He smirked, grabbing at her skin and running his hands over the dips he found so familiar. “These have to come off,” Liam mumbled, and as he put his hands up her dress and slid her panties down tossing them somewhere on the treehouse floor haphazardly. Liam reached down to run his soft fingers over her clit, causing her to moan into his mouth through the kiss that they shared. He smirked, letting a finger enter her. Jessica groaned, grounding her hips against that single finger. “You like how that feels.” Liam mused, entering another finger almost right after. Jessica whispered, “Yes, baby I love how that feels.”  She whined, moving against him and squirming against his fingers. “God, Liam, I want you now,” Jessica mumbled.
He finally pulled his fingers out, unbuttoning his pants slowly. She pushed his hand away to do it herself, slowly unzipping his pants to reveal his hard length through his boxer briefs. She palmed at him for a few moments before she pulled down his underwear too, exposing his cock.
Liam lined up, slowly entering her with a moan. She reached up to cover his mouth before he could finish moaning, reaching to take his hand to cover her own with a determined glance.
Liam began to thrust slowly into her, staying quiet thanks to the hand on his mouth. Jessica moaned through his hand. His thrusts became quicker and harder she could feel him deep inside her, both of them moaning, but neither of their moans escaped the silencer of their hands.
Jessica tightened around him, quickly approaching her climax. She moaned as she finally hit it, seeing white and tightening even more as she came on his cock, yelling through the hand on her mouth. Liam wasn’t too far behind his thrust were erratic and deep. He let out a muffled loud moan as his as he felt himself cum inside of her filling her to the brim.
Liam got up and helped Jessica up. Both dressing and running back to the house. Adam said, “Daisy is out in the Bronx visiting a friend but she told me to tell you she definitely wants to see you.” Jessica said, “Man I thought I texted her let me send her a message through Facebook.”
Leo said, “Jessica you have a Facebook?”
“Yea I do. I’m surprised were aren’t friends. Sorry, Yea I use my mother’s maiden name on social media. Garcia-Hernandez ” *ping* Jessica looked at her phone and got a notification ‘Prince Charming Leo Rhys has sent you a friend request.’ Jessica hit accept.
After liking a few pictures noticed an album Jessica tagged in ‘New York Fashion Week’. Jessica was standing next to a woman who bore a strong resemblance and he was attracted to her. Below was the caption “Hanging out with my little cousin who isn’t so little anymore Love you, Jessie!”  Daisy Garcia with Jessie Garcia Hernandez. Leo knew at that moment he just had to meet her.
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Let Her Know - (m.g./a.g.)
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(warnings: character death) 
(pairing: Mateo Guevara x OC!Natasha Reign, Abe Guevara x OC!Natasha Reign)
(gif credit: @/eveninginbed)
Paul and Abe entered the warehouse only to find a thick trail of blood. Paul followed the trail rather quickly, hoping it wasn't leading up to his pregnant wife. Abe followed the trail, only to be met with his worst nightmare. Paul had uncovered the body to reveal Mateo, who was barely hanging on. 
"He...he took your wife," Mateo managed to say to Paul as he coughed up blood. 
Paul just hung his head, not wanting to make the scene any worse for the brothers. He watched as Abe helped Mateo relax in his last moments. Abe quietly sobbed over his brother for a few minutes before slowly sitting up. As he began to recover Mateo's body with the blanket, he noticed a small tattoo on his little brother's forearm. It made Abe quickly realize he needed to inform Mateo's girlfriend of his passing. 
"Shit." 
"What?"
"I gotta tell Nat."
"Who?"
"Natasha, she’s Matty's girl. She's gonna hate me for this." 
Sympathy washed over Paul, "Oh no..."
"Yeah. Was with her for years. Was planning on buying her a ring."
"Fuck, man. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." 
Around an hour later, Abe and Paul pulled up to Mateo and Natasha's apartment complex. Abe spotted her car in its usual spot, meaning she was home. 
"She's home. Let's go." 
Abe got out of the car first, Paul trailing behind after letting out the breath he must've been holding. Abe hit the buzzer for the apartment and she responded. 
"Who's there?"
"It's Abe."
"Come on up." 
The signal buzzed, meaning the door was unlocked. Abe led Paul through the building, finally reaching the door. 
Abe knocked, to which she responded, "It's open, Abe." 
Abe opened the door and entered the apartment first, Paul following and closing the door behind him. 
"Where's Mateo?" 
Abe stayed quiet. 
"Abe, where's Mateo?" 
Abe shook his head. 
"Honey, I'm sorry." 
"No," she said, voice breaking and tears welling up in her eyes. 
"I'm so sorry." 
"No! You said you'd protect him! You said you'd take care of him! You didn't! You didn't!" 
Natasha fell into Abe's arms, hitting his chest and soaking his shirt with her tears. He softly rubbed her back as she continued to sob. 
"I'm so sorry, honey. I'm so sorry." 
She stepped back to look at Abe. Her eyes looked so sad and broken. 
"How did it happen?" 
"We're not sure. Found a bullet wound in him and he was beaten up pretty bad. Found him under a blanket when we got there." 
"And you couldn't save him?" 
"He lost too much blood." 
"How did he end up under a blanket?" 
"Last person he was with was my wife. She must've moved him," Paul finally spoke. 
"Thanks for letting me know," Natasha said, stepping away from Abe. She turned around, gripping the counter in front of her and looking out the window above the sink. 
The two men said goodbye to her and left. They needed to finish what was started...for Mateo and Natasha. 
One Year Later 
After Mateo's passing and Abe became a free man, Abe and Natasha leaned on each other and made a deeper connection. They'd started by holding a small funeral for the younger Guevara brother. Abe spent many nights holding Natasha while she cried, and she did the same for him. Sometimes, they cried together. 
It wasn't until one cold night that everything changed between the two. 
The power had gone out in the apartment building she resided in. She'd called Abe to come over, not wanting to be alone in the dark. He was there within twenty minutes, even having stopped at a store to grab some flashlights as well as a nearby restaurant for her favorite food. 
He knocked on her door, and she opened it to let him in. He walked to the kitchen counter and set down the bags he'd been carrying. 
"Abe?" she asked, her voice small but desperate. 
"Yeah?" he replied, turning to her. 
She didn't verbally respond, but she walked straight to him and kissed him. He fell into the kiss for a few seconds before realization settled in. 
“No, we can’t do this. You’re only doing this because you miss Mateo,” Abe accused as he backed away from her. 
She sighed before explaining herself, “I do still love Mateo. But I guess after spending so much time with you, I caught feelings for you. And I know that Mateo would want me to move on and not sit around being miserable for the rest of my life.” 
“I just want to know that this is real and not based on needing to relieve pain.”
“This, this is real. I wouldn’t put you through that, Abe.”
Abe looked away for a second, processing her words. He doubted the situation but threw all his doubts out the window when he looked at her again. 
He stepped close to her again, not hesitating to rest his hand on her cheek and kiss her. 
"Holy shit. There's no going back now," he'd said to her after they parted. 
"Nope," she responded before kissing him again. 
As they drove, Natasha turned down the music for a second. He turned to look at her, searching for a reason for the interruption. 
"Don't forget, it's the kid's birthday today," she said before turning the music back up. 
Abe smiled and sent a quick text to Paul: 
Tell the kid we said happy birthday 
Paul responded with a picture that neither Abe nor Natasha would forget.
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I'm finally doing it. 100 OC questions with Roo.
-> 100 OC questions by the-moon-dust-writings
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under the cut to save yall from a lengthy dash - also spaced it all out so its easier to read mainly cuz im dyslexic and its impossible to read tumblr text half the time 💀
also if there's anything that's unfinished or illegible, im really sorry, its 1 AM and my eyes are starting to go cross-eyed 😭😭😭
1. How do they present themselves to others? ▷ Roo tends to completely shut off any form of his real self when initially meeting people, he fears coming off as weird to others, however as he gets to know people more and gets closer, his mask slowly fades. In general, he presents himself as tight and sometimes stingy and/or jumpy (to lesser known people), or he'll present himself as silly, loose and able to laugh, and better at communicating (to more well known people).
2. Do they like animals?
▷ He absolutely LOVES animals, he loves just being in proximity of them and literally wishes he could take any and all animals he sees home (the lovely cuddly ones anyways LMAOOO).
3. How do they dress? ▷ He dresses like he just fucking got out of bed most of the time. 4. How many languages do they know?
▷ 2- technically, He's fluent in english and knows very little swedish (he's trying).
5. How big is their family? ▷ Just to avoid me going off on an INCREDIBLY draining journey, I'm going to list off only immediate family: He has two parents, Reese and Virginia He has one immediate sister, Jordynn He has three half siblings, Devan, Deliahna and Juniper Devan and Deliahna's Father (Sort of Roo's Step/Half-Dad???) is named Noah and Juniper's Father (also sort of Roo's Step/Half-Dad?????) is named Mateo Roo has a nephew named Evan and a Niece named Josey (Both Jordynns) and he has a Brother in Law named Sean (Jordynn's husband). 6. What is their purpose in the story? ▷ Roo has no purpose, he's intended to just be a character, he's intended to be a character that I do my best to develop as almost real, he will never be real, of course, but I like to treat as though he is, additionally he's meant to show growth, and just letting characters grow and develop flaws, if you read/saw his Roo-seum post, you'd have seen just how different he was 10 years ago RT (Roo's timeline). I mean, 10 years ago RT, he was literally homophobic, and now hes VERY gay. I never intended to make roo grow as much as he has and at the end of the day, hes just a persona who was lucky enough and interesting enough to become his own character. 7. Do they know how to fight? ▷ LMFAO No. 8. What is their back story? ▷ Not typing all that, you can find his backstory (Roo-seum) on the Roo page of my blog. 9. Why is their name, their name? ▷ From a literal sense (why I chose his name), I initially chose Roo as his name, why is that his name? I dont remember. I remember I wanted to also give him a real name, and funnily enough, I REALLY like/d Harvey from SDV, and I LOVE the name Harvey its really cute, so I gave it to Roo. From a lore sense (why Virginia chose his name), when Virginia had Roo, she didn't really GAF what she named him, she was still mourning Reese's death, and she just needed a name to give Roo, and was reminded of when Reese and Her were thinking of boy and girl names, Heather? No, it's a boy. Heath? ...Uhh.. No. Melody? Still a boy. Arthur? That's a silly name (no offense to any Arthurs out there).... Harvey... It was a name that had Reese grinning from ear to ear, She'd never seen him smile that big for a name... besides her own, it was the perfect remnant of Reese. 10. Do they have any nick names? ▷ Yes. Roo. In canon, his siblings call him Harv or Rooey (like kangaroo and joey???.... LMAO), his mom used to call him Havvy as a kid/baby, but now he hates that nickname and sometimes Virginia tries to use it to get him to forgive her for the way she treated him, although he never budges. Some joke nicknames I have given him, is Rookie pookie and if I'm ever making a genderbent Roo I call him "Roo-ella", all of which are not canon names in HIS universe, but are canon names in other universe.
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11. Do they have a romantic interest? ▷ uhhhh yes and no, it's complicated, he's only now realizing his feelings for a certain someone. 12. How do they cope with struggles? ▷ he cries, and he vents, he doesnt really know how to cope (in a healthy manner, like seeking therapy or doing stuff to calm him down). 13. Do they have anyone they can lean on? ▷ Yessirrr, He's got Rylan, a friend of his that I STILL need to introduce............ He also has his siblings. 14. How do they react to someone dying? ▷ ???? In sheer horror?? I'd assume he probably would be 1000x more devastated than the average human though cuz he hasn't properly experienced a loss of a loved one (like actual death loss, not like a family member leaving thats a WHOLE different story). 15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have? ▷ Introverted extrovert ("thats just an ambivert!" hes INCREDIBLY introverted, until/unless he gets to know someone who really clicks with him, at which point he becomes super extroverted, and they HAVE to click with him, otherwise he remains relatively introverted, and I do not see that fitting into the ambivert definition) Insecure (in a sense that he doubts a lot of his decisions) Overthinker Very oblivious A daydreamer. 16. How did they become a character? ▷ I don't want to keep explaining this, but in short, he's a persona that is also separately an OC. 17. Do they get along with others? ▷ He's often called charismatic cause hes such an enjoyable person to talk to, he often thinks people dont like talking to him, but thats only because he never fucking talks to people and usually only talks to someone when they initiate conversation. But yes, he does get along with others, even if he denies it. 18. What flaws do they have? ▷ Can't cope in a healthy manner, bad at initiating conversation, mega procrastinator, not super good at emotional control and often isolates himself without letting anybody know, making everybody worried, especially considering his isolation track record. 19. How do they influence the story? ▷ N/A idk cuz his life is the story and i mean like, what he does influences the story LMFAO. 20. What do they look like? ▷ We all know by now but:
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21. What are their hobbies? ▷ He likes to game, and as introverted as he can be, he likes to go out to places even if he's not gonna buy something, he likes to take walks, and he likes to just laze around, and ponder. 22. What are their ticks? ▷ Idk he doesn't really have any out of the ordinary ticks, yk, like, he hates homophobic people? and transphobic ppl? So... yea. 23. Do they like children? ▷ No. 24. How do they react to being around wild animals? ▷ He gets super SUPER nervous, but at the same time bubbles with joy cause he loves animals and wants to touch the animal, except hes fucking terrified of getting killed and ends up, of course, not touching said animal. 25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work? ▷ He just wouldn't do the prank to begin with tbh, he's a little bitch like 😭😭 26. Do they have any survival skills? ▷ HAH Nope. 27. Are they more book smart or street smart? ▷ Idk, He's self-taught most of the things he knows, but I guess book smart? 28. How do they get out of a difficult situation? ▷ Roo doesn't even know how to cope in a difficult situation, he's just gonna panic and run around like that one spongebob gif of all the little spongebobs running around with fire everywhere iykyk. 29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want? ▷ No- hello?? LMFAO. 30. What music do they enjoy? ▷ Honest to God, he enjoys whatever music I enjoy, not saying this out of laziness, I mean like he, as a character, would genuinely just enjoy the music I enjoy. Although I will say, he'd definitely prefer more somber-esque songs.
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31. How do they overcome obstacles? ▷ He just... idk, overcomes them, eventually tho cuz he's a procrastinator (as someone who doesnt know how I overcome my own obstacles, I dont know how to describe overcoming obstacles so this is a difficult question). 32. When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break? ▷ When Roo is faced with a difficult decision, he freezes, or I guess in this case "breaks," he can't really handle the pressure of having to make big decisions and may even just subconsciously/stupidly answer (which is prominent during the Reo sub-plot). 33. Do they have any special powers? ▷ Nope. 34. How do they change throughout the story? ▷ Another situation where I point you towards the Roo-seum and also say that his story IS the story. 35. Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit? ▷ Yes. Him and Rylan are VERY close, they met when Roo was attending College 36. How is their family life? ▷ Pretty fucking messy, you can find pretty much most of your answers in the respective posts of his siblings introduction posts. He fucking hates his Mom for leaving him, however there's two sides to this as Virginia was initially expecting to be caring for Roo with Reese, and didnt expect Reese to die so suddenly and so soon before the birth, depression sucked the life out of her and she progressively became less and less willing to live (she's doing better now, but yeesh), So it wasn't her fault, however Roo still holds a bit of a vendetta just cause she left Jordynn to care for him when she [Jordynn] was 7 He LOVESSS his siblings, except for Juniper. Jordynn raised Roo, Roo has been an off and on translator for Devan (because he cant speak fluent english), and Deli treated Roo as... basically a father since Roo showed much more love and care to her than Noah [her father] or Virginia, and he also got rid of her bullies (not in THAT way, i mean like just got them to stop bullying her) He's a hit or miss with Juniper, as he hasn't heard incredible things about her, but is warming up to her as he learned that she was recovering from her bad habits. 37. Are they likable? ▷ I mean, yea. 38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero? ▷ neither, his story does not involve that kinda stuff LMFAO and even if it did, he'd be neither cuz he'd suck at BEING BOTH 😭. 39. Do they make questionable choices? ▷ All the damn time man, as I reveal certain tidbits of his life (especially with him and leo), you'll really see his questionable decisions come to fruition. 40. How do they become who they are? ▷ Explained in his Roo-seum post 😭😭
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41. How was their childhood? ▷ Pretty shitty, because of his Mom, but got better as he was "properly" taken care of by Jordynn. 42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over? ▷ He used to be close to Hayden and He did something a little worse than screwed with him/screwed him over. 43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all? ▷ He's kind of like a sponge... I guess? While he may be uncomfortable in different or new situations/environments, he can adapt pretty well, although adapt doesn't necessarily mean comfortable for him, that just means he puts on a silly little autism mask and pretends to be comfortable. 44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar ▷ I'm gonna take this as an opportunity to share my sort of voice claim for Roo, which isn't even that clear cuz I haven't found someone with the perfect voice claim yet but: His voice is a mix of Danny Gonzalez (25%) and Kryoz (75%), with Mr. Click's accent (all of these are youtubers just as a heads up ahdbsj) In general tho, I'd say he's more soft-spoken, he does swear and does get vulgar, but its funny when he does it cuz his voice does not fit the shit that comes outta his mouth sometimes. 45. Are they opposed to violence? ▷ ...Yea?? 46. When is their birthday? ▷ 10/05/95. 47. Are they quick to judge? ▷ Yes, but he usually keeps it to himself, and his judgements are often proven right, but he still prefers not to say it aloud because he feels bad. 48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others? ▷ His condition, otherwise called Piametia (check the linked page if your confused), although its not prominent anymore, he does find it a bit embarrassing, even though people usually find it cool, he doesn't share that bit of his life since it reminds of him when he was bullied. 49. Do they act different around different people? ▷ Every person is another personality for him. 50. Do they enjoy the arts? ▷ Yes. He LOVES art, he wishes he could draw, but as much as he tries, he always ends up getting burnt out and not drawing for several months if not entire years (art [roo] imitates life [me]).
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51. Do they like science? ▷ YES. He is SOOOOO obsessed with Science, had he been successful in college and continued his course, he, looking back on it, would've gone with a major in Science (he's flexible and literally would take any area of science except for maybe Entomology). 52. Are they more emotional or logical? ▷ Emotional for sure. 53. How do they deal with their emotions? ▷ He just lets it overcome him and honestly just waits for it to go away or until he forgets he was even feeling that emotion (in regards to negative emotions, for positive emotions, he tends to repress it a bit to not come off as overbearing, but sometimes his bucket of silliness overflows). 54. How do they cope with sadness? ▷ He doesn't. He just gets really sad, lets it consume him and waits for it to go away or until he gets distracted and forgets he was even sad to begin with. 55. What is something they care about? ▷ Probably his apartment, the placement of everything and all his stuff is literally sacred to him, and he hates it when people touches his stuff. 56. Would they die for anyone/anything? ▷ He'd die for his siblings (mayyyyybeee..... not Juniper tho), any day and any hour of the week. 57. What do they do when they are happy? ▷ Listens to music and/or goes out and does stuff/gets stuff done. 58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples- messy, lazy, childish, caring ect ▷ Depends on the character and their personality, but typically charismatic, childish, carefree and maybe even a little bit annoying, but also easy to get along with. 59. Do they have a phrase they use over and over? ▷ "your mom" 👏👏👏👏 60. In a crowded room are they in the corners, sides, or in the middle? ▷ Probably wherever his friends are, but if he doesn't have any friends with him, he's probably in the corners or on the side.
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61. Are they comfortable being in a crowded room? ▷ God no. Maybe if he has a friend with him, but the flat answer is just absolutely not. 62. How do they relax? ▷ He likes to walk and just appreciate his surroundings, it's very quiet and somber(?) where he lives, and he views it as cozy where some people would say overgrown, taking in nature is, while cliche, very relaxing for him, otherwise he'll just listen to music or lay on his bed and just do nothing. 63. Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically? ▷ He left marks on Hayden physically and has never fucking regretted it and if anything wishes he left deeper marks. 64. Do they like to dance? ▷ Dancing makes Roo unbelievably uncomfortable, he tries to dance and always gets embarrassed with himself, so dancing is a NO. GO. Unless it's slow dancing and someone guides him. 65. How do they get around their environment? Examples - horses, bike, vehicle ▷ Bus, or just public transportation, he can't fucking drive. 66. What is their pet peeve(s)? ▷ Just your standard pet peeves idk. 67. Do they have a disability? ▷ No. 68. How do they react to getting flowers? ▷ He literally weeps, sobs, cries, and probably would fall to his knees and ball up. 69. Would they ever wear a flower crown? ▷ ABSOLUTELY (his ACNH AU version of himself used to wear a flower crown) 70. Do they like themselves? ▷ So-So, some days he does, some days he doesn't, it really depends on how depressed he is idk.
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71. Who do they dislike? ▷ Hayden. 72. What is their motto? ▷ "Different doesn't mean wrong." Considering he literally grew up different from others and always being seen as "wrong," He's began living by that motto after his major depressive episode, and it's been slowly but surely working for him. 73. Do they have any markings on their body? ▷ No?? I mean, freckles I guess? 74. Have they ever been abused? ▷ Yes. Sexually. I will not elaborate further, that's for another post on another day. 75. What is their biggest fear? ▷ Having what happened to him (referring to the previous question) before, happen again. 76. What are their goals? ▷ Just be a cool little guy idk LMFAO. 77. How do they go about achieving their goals? ▷ By being a cool little guy (i dont know how to set goals if you couldnt tell). 78. Do they have a fight or flight response? ▷ He has flight and then immediately freeze. 79. Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves? ▷ Probably Deliahna, he loves her like no other. 80. How would they fair in zombie apocalypse? ▷ He would not fair in an apocalypse, he would be frozen in fear and balled up, and would never be able to un-ball himself (this is not counting AU versions of Roo, this is only applicable to CANON Roo).
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81. Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant? ▷ Nope. 82. Are they good at mental math? ▷ Uhhhhh No. Not at all. Despite the fact that he's doing a lot better now, he's still bad at managing his own mental health, he tends to forget about self-care, like eating meals at proper times, and getting laundry done. 83. Do they get along with others? ▷ I feel like I answered this already, but yes he does, although he doesn't feel like it, thats mainly cuz he overthinks and assumes they just hate him. 84 Are they lazy? ▷ No, he's pretty active (surprising.) and is pretty stingy on the cleanliness of his apartment, especially after his MASSIVE strike of depression. 85. Are they self motivated? ▷ I'd say yes and no, it's hard to explain, but he's often motivated by himself, but being motivated by others will get himself to motivate himself even more if that makes sense. 86. How do they cope with anger? ▷ He physically releases the anger, usually by punching something, but if he can't punch something, he'll just let the rage boil inside of him til he blows over, he has poor anger control. 87. Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless? ▷ He has been in one situation where he's felt helpless, which was he was sexually assaulted. 88. Are they organized or messy? ▷ An interesting mix of both, his apartment is VERY cluttered but in a almost in a nice organized way? 89. Can they remember a lot of information at once? ▷ Not really, He'd get to pre-occupied trying to remember whats currently being said to him to remember what was initially said to him 90. What is their occupation? ▷ Whatever fucking job he can find LMFAO
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91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them? ▷ The latter. He doesn't like it when people are scared of him, it actually makes him really sad. 92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say? ▷ He would text Leo about how he truly feels about him. 93. How do they deal with stress? ▷ He doesn't. Stress often consumes him, and the only thing he really does to deal with stress is just... ignore it... or in some cases actually do the thing he needs to do to alleviate the stress (like turning something in) 94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type? ▷ I don't know, look at this and tell me what you think.
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95. Do they have a pet? ▷ His ass cannot afford to keep a pet, nor does his apartment complex allow him to own a pet (a big one anyways like a cat or dog) 96. Do they have a stash of weapons? ▷ wtf no 😭 97. Where do they live? Who do they live with? ▷ He lives in a small town with a couple of apartment complexes (idk the actual location, but Washington ig idk), and he lives in said apartment complexes, he does not live with anyone. 98. How do they calm themselves down? ▷ He cries and cries (or does whatever hes doing) until he gets distracted and forgets he was even upset to begin with. 99. Are they co-dependent? ▷ He relies on himself mostly and doesn't really find himself needing someone (at least in a co-dependent way?), mainly cuz he's always been single and hasn't had a partner (or friend) close enough to become co-dependent of them. 100. Are they a day, or night person? ▷ Night person for sure.
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deadendranch · 2 months
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BENDING IT
Just doing a little fun barrel racing today. We haven't gotten the real barrels to the stable yet, so we just used some old tires, which worked just fine.
Both Larke and I had a lot of fun doing this, and even if Phantom (DER Phantom Force) is quite inexperienced in this, he surely has barrel racing blood in his veins. Didn't take him long to understand how it worked! Larke rode 'her' horse Jammies (OCS That's My Jam), and had a lot of fun with it too.
When she was younger she dabbled a lot in the barrel racing thing, and now she is just looking forward to doing some cow horsing, when she gets slightly older.
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When we came into the barn Mateo was working on getting a hay spill off the floor.
"Whatcha doing, darling?" I asked him, not really succeeding in hiding my laughter.
"This stupid horse just spilled hay all over!" he grumbled, though I knew he wasn't exactly angry at the horse. I knew he loved them all, but extra work wasn't exactly his strong suit.
Larke just laughed in the background, before going over to give her dad a great big hug.
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Phantom clearly loved when I scratched him, though his butt more than anything.
"Can you bring in some carrots, when you go by the feeding room on the way out?" I called after him.
"Yeah!" he yelled back, and exited the barn with the full wheelbarrow.
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Before Mateo got back inside I caught this tender moment between Jammies and Larke. She really loves that mare, of that I am sure! And I also know that right now she cannot imagine riding any other horse. She will have to help with the young curlies in time though, just as Sorine will.
I just hope the twins won't be like the worst enemies for much long, and will make up. It's exhausting with their teenage drama about silly things, even if I know that's just how they are right now and some years forward.
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demonofchaos · 6 months
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dude seriously any semi lit- lit Miguel writers interested in this plot I have?
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Plot: Ok So general plot idea is pretty simple. Miguel was hunting an anomaly (or so he thought) and when he goes to My ocs earth..he very quickly realizes that this kid is NOT at all what he seems. Eventually he is revealed to be a variant of his daughter Gabriella, and he kinda has to like deal with that because ✨trauma ✨ and things just keep escalating, and the family reunion cannot stay happy, due to Peyton..later called Mateos (my ocs) enemies
requirements: be able to at least reply once a day or multiple responses a week (just communicate if you get busy or if you’ve got a lot going on I will understand).
have little to no triggers
be 18+
talk ooc (hype up rp and be friends 😄 ))
Dm if interested!! >:))
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26 Years - Chapter 1: Prologue (part 1; because Tumblr won't let me post the story as a whole)
Summary: A CMBB AU fic. Jack and Clara haven't told their coworkers a lot of things about their home life and how they have actually known each other for 26 years. First chapter is a bit of a time-line. Please R&R!
A/n: So this chapter is a to the main story. I should let you guys know about a few things before reading; this is fic is based on a whole heap of my head canons, the IRT was never disband, Mac Taylor from CSI: NY is mentioned partly because he's related to Jack (one of my head canons), Karen is not Jack's wife but his sister, Millie and Josie are twins, the characters may seem OOC at times, I added an OC with the surname Garcia but she's in no way related to Penelope Garcia from the mother ship, the program mentioned is something I made up because I didn't really know how to explain how two twelve-year-olds (the OC and someone who will be mentioned later) become official FBI agents and are part of the IRT, the Covid-19 Pandemic never happened/s (oh how I whish I lived in this Alternate Universe), I also de-aged Jack and Clara to fit the time line I made, I got the format and inspiration of this chapter/title from another fic on FanFiction.net called "29 Year", and lastly please don't kill me if it's not a good story this is my first fanfic.
A/n2: WARNING I DON'T ONW CRIMINAL MINDS: BEYOND BORDERS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTER EXPECT FOR THE OC's THEY BELONG TO ERICA MESNER AND CBS.
A/n3: Any and all mistakes are mine.
A/n4: check out part 2 here (this a/n is specifically for Tumblr only)
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gif credit goes to @shannyfishwriter bucause it's from their blog where I saved this gif
Jack Garrett is a secretive man. That's how he'd always been. Sure, he sometimes mentions things from his home life, but that's not often and that's how it's been for the last 26 years. The people whom he works with don't know what kind of life he led outside of work or what kind of guy he was. However, there is one exception, and she knows him better than anyone else on the team. Her name is Clara Seger-Garrett. Their colleagues know her as Clara Seger and as far as they know she had just returned from a 2-year bureau sabbatical after the death of her brother. Section Chief Cruz, Emma, and Lisa know about Jack and Clara's situation and private life. Section Chief Cruz knew when he became Jack's partner in 1998. Emma knew all along, even before she joined the team because she is their daughter. And Lisa knew since she stays at their place because her aunt and sisters live in New York and since it is a long drive, she doesn't want to ride the subway because she was still traumatized from a previous time she rode a transit.
Jack was Born Jackson Taylor in 1963. He had an identical twin brother named McCanna "Mac" Llewellyn and a younger sister named Claire who was 3 years younger than him and Mac. Sadly, when he and his brother were 4 months old, a couple by the name of Jeanna and Jason Garrett decided to kidnap little Jack and raise him as their own. Thankfully, in mid-1996 he was reunited with his biological family with the help of his then-fiancée Clara who he met in 1977 at their local high school. Later that year Jack and Clara who were both 26 got married. 1997 Clara gave birth to their first child; a little boy. They decided to name him Ryan Daniel Garrett. In early 1998 Jack and Clara moved to DC and Jack joined the IRT and that's when he met his partner Mateo "Matt" Cruz. The two got along well and that's when he met Clara and the kids. He knew about Jack's life and childhood but kept it a secret as per Jack and Clara's request.
In mid-1998 Clara gave birth to Jack Cade Garrett jr. His middle name was Clara's father's first name. A year later, Jack was made the Unit Chief of the IRT. Clara later joined the IRT herself in early 2002 with Jack's sister Karen to babysit Ryan and Jack jr. when they had a case. In mid-2002 Clara gave birth to twin girls. The eldest girl was named Millicent "Millie" Hope Garrett and the younger girl was named Josephine "Josie" Pearl Garrett. When she had to on maternity leave the then Section Chief Strauss, Jack, and she used the cover that she needed to head back to New York to take care of her mother who just had a stroke to explain her almost three-month absents. Three years later, Clara got promoted to Supervisory Special Agent.
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cowboylovin · 2 years
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Twue wuv
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