#𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 * conversations

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@morenocaleb -- an ice cream parlor, afternoon

"Nick."

Beat.

For a moment, everything slows down. Not in the meetcute, suddenly in love type of way, though, but in a fuck, this is not good way instead.

"Nicolas. Come back here, yeah? Nicolas." It's too late. His eyes are constantly on Caleb the moment he sees him. He's a not very well calculated mystery, not someone he has enough information about to not be nervous. The last glimpse of Caleb he got was years ago. Years. A door shut, and then nothing.

Nick, completely unaware, finds himself almost rushing into Caleb from where he started running, and he stops, out of breath, while Ezra rushes after him. "Hey. Buddy." The man's hand is on his son's shoulder in a second, and he slowly draws him away, the kid staring up at the two men in confusion, "Go back to your Mom, okay? Finish eating your ice cream and then we can do some running."

It takes a moment of convincing for the child to leave, pouting, before Ezra straightens his back, and then -- what's there to say. Ezra searches the surroundings with his eyes for a brief moment, but only finds the muscle he asked to come with today, somewhere far away on a bench.

"Caleb." Beat, "Good to see you healthy."

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@smokeylitskies -- the cancún

Whispers rise, when Ezra enters. Boss is here, one of them says, when he takes off his jacket. There's some pats to his back, some greetings, some words yelled out from the far back. Ezra just nods it all off, like he'd do with negative comments, and slides on one of the stools at the bar. The stool next to him is empty, and he hopes it stays that way. As grumpy as he is, he's not even in the mood for some pretty blonde, or even prettier brunette.

I should be the dead one. He should have been at my burial.

"Something strong, quick.", he orders, barely looking up, barely looking around, "And get it to me twice."

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Ezra pauses. "It was a bad idea.", he climbs down from the idea, takes a sip of his drink. "Who is he even close to?", he asks, "I wouldn't go for family. Maybe there's someone in the lower ranks. Someone that's not all too important to the whole club, but to him."

Beat.

There's an idea.

"What if it's not us, who does it.", Ezra asks, "What if it's the police." Eyebrows furrowed, he turns to look at Felix, "What was the Brotherhood meant to fight against? Unfair violence. It was meant to rebel, wasn't it? What if there is unfair violence, that has Cartel written all over it? In our handwriting? What if we break down one of their structures? Not by deaths. Arrests, if you will. Maybe we lock one in, send them back without their teeth."

Another beat.

"Depends on how cruel you want to go. Maybe something actually blows up."

The kid they call their leader. It makes Felix pause just for a moment. He'd met the man - the boy, rather. A little too headstrong, too ready for Felix's tastes. But he knows better than to underestimate him. That's when you get trouble. That's when you get a knife to the gut and a laugh in the ear. For being so young and feeling so on top of the world, there's nothing Felix would enjoy more than to see that foundation crumble.

But it's a slow, long game.

"Nah, eye for an eye don't work too well." If he goes for Tristan or someone in a position - they'd fill it right back up again. A never-fuckin'-ending cycle of death and rebirth. He ain't too ready to feed the snake, yet. "I don't wanna kill nobody yet. There's time for that later. These things --" He waves and sighs, "Ya gotta build up to it, make 'em fear for it. Want it."

They have time. He's an old man, but he's used to waiting for the right moment to snatch up what he needs - what he deserves. "Who're you thinkin', instead of their leader? They close to the boy?" And what he doesn't ask is - if I say not to kill them, what is the next best thing?

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𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tw! Sexual themes, mature language, blowjob, smut, vomit, heavy consuming of alcohol, forest sex, cum eating, slight angst, comforting, fluff, fingering, reader is referred to as y/n, MDNI! This is a heavy one so hold on tight!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩. 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

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Freshly transferred to the KorTac army and the exhilaration of holding guns and targeting enemies is a sick burden you carry. You don’t relish on the thought too much or your forgotten childhood. But maybe it’s a good thing, since you’ve never had luck by your side nor the fortune to do as you please and you’ve got the scars to prove it and all of the rights to bury it deep. How you’ve been on your knees financially and the desperation has been clogging your mind as you crawled from job to job for the cash. Despite that coldness and hazy mind of memories that mostly burnt to ashes by now, you still feel the heath lingering in your heart, you still feel the way your heart beats out of love…..for your superior. A fucking miracle, eh?

Doesn’t really help that your superior is so fucking hot that you feel the intense arousal in your pants, doesn’t help either that he always insist on striking up conversations with you or you’re always running into him, wondering if it’s a damn coincident or intentional. Guess you’ll never know…You just wanna touch him, feel him, make him sweat, make him beg for you. Gods, that would be a pleasant sight. You wanna see his tears roll down his cheeks as you suck him off, lick him clean of his fluids and hear his wild moans as you do so.

“Hello? Y/n?” König waves his hand in front of your face to try and pull you out from the fake scenarios you make up inside of your chaotic mind, you flinch and with an embarrassed smile you turn away from his gaze.

“Yea….uh….sorry” You whisper the embarrassment clear as day and the blush unnaturally dark tinted on your cheeks that König spots, suddenly finding the grey, dull concrete wall extremely interesting.

König chuckles as he shares the same scenarios as you did, he feels his cock harden by the thoughts of you and him acting like insane animals in heat in his bed. You letting him take control as he tightly ties your wrists to the hollow bed frame and you let him do as he pleases to you. Shoving his throbbing cock down your throat and the sweet sounds of you gurgling as he fucks it til it hurts. Then when he’s done, he’ll be kind enough to lick you clean off your cum that he had worked hard on with his massive hand and tongue. Your moans will sound like swan songs and your pleads will be because of your devotion for him, you’ll worship him and he’ll treat you like his spouse - even better than a spouse. Gods, you’re a sight for sore eyes.

The pub is loud, annoyingly so, because the repeating, intense beats and rough bass of the techno music is like nails to a chalkboard. Piercing your ears and forming a slight headache, maybe because of the tension as well because you’re so damn horny that it’s painful. You itch you fuck something, you long to be touched, you long to feel satisfied.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe the alcohol already has its influences on you. The strong liquor taste burns on your taste buds as you chug another vodka shot down your gullet, and another, then another and then a few more as your vision is extremely blurry and your thoughts aren’t lining up correctly by every shot you shove down. You feel a buildup in your throat that you can’t control, so you run to the nearest bathroom and spill out all of the contents in your stomach. The taste of half digested food combined with stomach juices is the only taste you can taste in your tongue and it severely disgusts you.

When you flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth, in hope of getting rid of that horrid taste, you open the bathroom door and spot a huge silhouette mere inches away from you in the dim lit corridor, you try to walk past the man but he tightly grips your arm, forcing you to stop. And because of your intoxicated mind, you can’t fight back or even think clearly for that matter.

“You’re trying to escape me, Liebe?” König, the graspy voice belongs to König, your hot superior.

You suddenly remember that you’re extremely horny and now that he is touching you only worsen your state. You feel desperate and needy so you try to reach up his mask to pull it away, but König hastily lets go of the grip and back away. You’re not sure why, but you see fear in his eyes and he stands in a protective stance as if he’s trying to stay far away from you as possible which makes you whiny.

“Why did you follow me here if you don’t want me?” You whine as you try to approach him again and he lets you this time.

Your fingers are pulling at the hem of his mask, the very annoying crave to rip his mask off and kiss whatever lips he’s hiding under there is teasing you. But König isn’t pulling away either, if anything he enjoys it. He seems sober, but yet the scent of alcohol lingers on his tight shirt that is exposing his godly sculptured body underneath the cloth. You drool as your fingers are now exploring his clothed skin, you can’t help it.

“Careful, Schatz. You’re on some very, very thin ice” König feels himself being affected by your touching, therefore you need to stop before he goes insane. You’re trapped inside of his heart, tightly wrapped there too and he won’t be able to restrain himself if you give him such hope, and he’ll become furious if it evolves into false hope, so carefully monitor your moves before you fully activate him ;)

You stare up with lazy eyes and red cheeks caused by the liquor, into his green/blue eyes and you see a smudge of desire and desperation. It’s as if he’s silently begging you with his eyes, so you push your body up hard against him to test that theory. You feel his huge bulge poking you through his pants and you feel the desire to rip those damned clothes off of him, you can’t stand another minute of being untouched. You bury yourself in his scent and moan in satisfaction.

“Superior, pl-please. I want you so fucking bad”

“I-I need you too, Schatz” König moans as he feels you rubbing against his bulge intentionally to increase his sex lust which you succeed with as he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the war and you struggle to maintain on your feet due to the heavy intoxication.

Your impatience is running low and you’ve been walking forever in the cool night air, so you pull away when you’ve reached a semi private place. It’s in a forest where the leaves of the trees rustles and birds chirp cute melodies, a fucking Wizard of Oz scene. König turns around and look at you with puppy eyes almost preparing to cry out of frustration (he’s as frustrated as you are), he thinks you’re rejecting him, that his massive bulge in his pants has been for nothing.

“S-sir, I can’t wait much longer. N-need you n-now”

“Schatz, it’s only a few more minutes before we reach the cabin. Hold on”

“Nooooo, I can’t anymore. Please, let’s do it now”

“A-alright”

You sigh in content as you rush to König and begin working on his clothes, with your shaky fingers rummaging everywhere on him except the right places to pull of his clothes, your intoxicated mind is making this difficult and testing your patience that is awfully slim right now. König chuckles and takes off his clothes until he stands butt naked in front of you. You take in the beautiful sight. The way the hair on his body shine in the dim lights of the moonlight and the way his precum is leaking and running down his thick thigh as he stands still as a statue, confused on what to do next.

“Take my clothes off, Hot-ass” You smirk seductively.

König obliges and tears your clothes off mercilessly, before you finally feel free from the wet clothes that only stuck uncomfortably to your body. You rip off König’s mask and his face is instantly morphs into a shocked and scared expression. He starts to heavily pant and tries to hide his face with his hands almost starting to panic, so you cup his cheeks and forces him to look at you. His beautiful eyes staring in complete devotion as you return the favour, his soft lips and the dark stubble on his chin. Then his chestnut brown hair flowing with the cool breezes of the wind. You’re falling in love with him quickly, you feel the way your heart beat hard against your ribs, it’s almost painful, the way you also forget the ability to breathe.

“You’re so goddamn hot. Do you know what you’re fucking doing to me?” You pant and before he tries to argue with you, you press your lips roughly against his.

König instantly takes the lead, trapping you in a desperate, passionate kiss as he wraps his muscular arms around you to pull your naked bodies hard against each other. His precum smearing on you in the process, but you feel even more excited because of that. Your fingers now roam on his hairy body, massaging him and he groans into your mouth before cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss more. The sexual arousal is at its finest point, now there’s no limit anymore only the huge lust and….affection.

“I’ve missed you so much, Schatz. Never thought I’d ever see Mein Liebe again” König moans between the kisses, but you seem unfazed by the remark, not remembering anything.

“I’ve never known you before. I have just transferred here, sir” You moan back and König pulls away and looks at you with a sad expression that nearly breaks your whole heart.

“You-you don’t remember me? We-we used to be friends. Very good friends” König sounds devastated, but you can’t remember him. The horniness is shrouding your mind, any thinking or reminiscing is only in vain right now so why even bother.

You offer him a drunk smile as you get on your knees, your face is mere inches from König’s cock, you look into his sad eyes that is gazing down into your own , looking for permission.

“Can I? I puked my dinner up and I’m starving” You’re surprised by your unhinged comment.

König gives you a slow, upset nod and you resume to stare at his throbbing cock before your tongue flickers across it. You hear König’s moans and he grabs your head with one hand, squeezing your hair in his hand. Then you start to suck, leaving painful marks on his sensitive cock, his tears falls down nestling into your scalp as you continue to suck hard before taking his tip into your mouth. You lick away all the precum.

“Gosh, Liebling. Keep going, I wanna cum in your mouth!” König cries as he feels the huge buildup.

You insert a few more inches of his cock into your mouth, torturing him with the heath and wetness of your tongue on his tip, playing with it to tease König. You hum into his cock as approval and he releases his cum buildup into your mouth following with a loud groan from him that can alert people kilometres away, a new, bitter taste as the white fluid leaks from the gapes of your mouth. Coming as drops down chin to your sweaty torso. You swallow the cum as if it was a goulasch soup then you pull away from his cock and forces your pained knees to support your weight.

After a few exchange of heavy pants and sweat dripping from the both of you. König rushes to you and pushes you hard against a tree, caging you in with his forearms against the wide tree, some multicoloured leaves snowing around you in the process. Then he pulls you into an intense kiss that’s burning your tongue as he pushes his needy tongue through your teeth, rubbing the bumps of his tongue against yours, lusting for your taste. He groans at the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, and he rubs his tongue that tastes like liquor and cigarettes. You hold yourself on your feet with the help of your hands roughly gripping his broad shoulders as the intensity of the kiss is making you dizzy, probably worsening the intoxication. Then his hand slides down your body and stops when he’s reached your drenched folds and gently pulling two fat fingers in it as you moan into his wet mouth.

Then the finger fucking picks up the pace and it becomes more rough, more desperate. More enjoyable for you and the pleasure is truly fulfilling your needs. And a buildup of your come.

“I-I want you to cum on my fingers, Schatz” König pants into your mouth and you happily oblige.

You release the buildup and it paints his fingers in white goo, he then release the touch of your cunt and pulls up the fingers to his mouth and takes a lick off the white goo.

“You taste so good, Schatz. Taste it yourself” König moans as he licks his fingers clean of your cum and then traps you into another tongue kiss, allowing you to taste yourself, burying the taste of yourself in your taste buds.

König pulls away and picks you up into his arms with your legs wrapped around his wide torso, arms around his neck and he throws you against the green, humid grass and climbs on top of you. He forces your shoulder down with two jerks before you oblige and lay down. He rubs his sweaty body against yours as he resumes to kissing you, his fingers exploring every corner and inch off you. König leaves wet kisses as he moves from your lips to your neck, starting to suck on your soft skin, leaving red painful marks as he marks you as his. You gaze up the night sky, see how the white clouds travels in the sky, the stars shining as small, yellow dots in the black sky and the moon judging you as it sits still.

You start to feel exhausted and satisfied, you let your eyes shut when they became heavier and more difficult to rebel against. The last sight of the eventful night is when König stares into your droopy eyes and asks you if you’re falling asleep, he instantly cuddles his body to yours and stops kissing you. Then you drifted off, letting the young night pass by.

Then you wake up with the grass tickling your back, the sunlight burning into your eyes as soon as you open them up and a heavy weight suffocating you, robbing you off your air. Your gaze around your surrounding, your mind finally starting sober up, you see your superior relaxing on you with soft snores and small whimpers as if he’s having a nightmare, his large arms hugging you tightly against him. You wonder how the hell you ended up naked, in a forest, with your hot af superior. You blush in embarrassment, not knowing what to do and how to get out of his tight embrace without waking him up. Confrontation can wait, at least until you sober up and don’t have a painful headache.

“P-please don’t leave me. Don’t! Please! Y/n!” König whimpers as you try to snake your way out of his embrace, but he grabs you and pulls you back while still being in the REM state, and you instantly feel bad about making up a plan to escape his very comforting embrace and leave him alone on the grass to escape the embarrassment. So you stay and start caressing his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Shh, you’re safe, König. It’s only an nightmare” You coo into his ear and you feel his arms tightening around you and he buries his head in your chest, and you feel the wetness of his tears staining your bare chest.

“Don’t go. I don’t want you to go, y/n” König mumbles into your chest and you feel your heart flutter by the way he’s begging you to stay, the fact that he wants you to stay. It seems as if the gods above have heard your wishes and made them come true, you’re silently thanking them. Does he love you too? And will you need to tell him how you feel?

“I won’t go, König. I’ll stay here” You hesitate for a while, but then says “I’ll always stay if you want me to”

König wakes up from his nightmare and looks up into your compassionate face through his tear stained eyes that reeks of fear and despair. A unfamiliar look you’ve never seen on his face before.

“Do you promise? Will you stay for me, Schatz?”

“Do you want me to?” You dry his tears with your thumbs as you cup his cheeks.

“If I say I never want you to leave me again, will you say yes?” Your heart flutter and you almost felt at loss of words.

“I-…I’d really like that! Oh uhmmm. I meant, I’d like that” You cough to try and hide the embarrassment by your very enthusiastic reply, you earn a chuckle from him and a long peck on your lips.

“Mein Liebe” König says as he pecks your cheek and he’s suddenly tossed you into the pits of reminiscing, where you suddenly remember that your childhood friend used to call you that - as a joke ofc. But you never thought your childhood friend would become such a handsome man, let alone joining the military.

“Wait….I’ve heard that before…are you-“

“Yes, Mein liebe, I am. And we’re to be wed next week. We made a promise as kids and I intend to fulfil it”

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@kristenxxparrish -- Kristen's apartment, late

Ezra sits down on her couch, and it takes him two seconds to realize that what he's doing is crazy, and could backfire terribly. Could get him killed, or his life messed up, anything, really. But -- it's too late, and he already hears her keys turning in the door, and maybe, maybe it's worth it. Maybe this is what finally captures her attention, the extremity of it all.

So he just sits and waits in silence, for her to notice that he's there. His clothes are dark, barely visible, his shirt is half open, hair tousled. It had been easy to get in here, way to freaking easy. If this is over -- No. He breaks his silence. "You should get a better security system.", Ezra jokes, voice rough, "Anybody could just come in here whenever they like."

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@tristanzaire -- a dark alley

It's almost like Ezra can smell it. The blood, the betrayal, the enemy. He thinks enemy -- as if lines haven't blurred lately, as if his mind hasn't been wandering off to a certain boss, thinking thoughts of a second, more gruesome betrayal. But he knows it, Tristan knows it -- his family wouldn't be safe. And he wouldn't be ever again, either. Ezra thinks of it, sometimes, a life overseas, away from the criminal world, and New York.

When Ezra enters the alley, he is not aware that he's being followed. When Ezra enters the alley, he is not aware of what is about to go down.

"Need a finishing punch?", Ezra allows himself one vocal jab, before taking off his jean jacket, "What's going on, papi?" His chance. The chance, laying at his fingers. It would need one shot of his gun, one punch of his fist, one rip of a finger. But Ezra crouches, and presses his jacket onto gazing wounds, "Got a phone number for me to call?"

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"I wanted it to be a nice gesture. Then I got some bad fucking news, and you just had to be a bitch about it." Beat. That wasn't precisely nice. "I waited for hours, to do a fucking nice thing. Sorry that that's not your taste. I could have also killed your little guy friend right on the red carpet, if that's more of your thing. Me in prison."

Because he would've -- "Well, but he isn't freaking here right now. And I thought you didn't like nice guys. Or is it just that you don't like me being nice?"

Then wow -- "I'm not telling you what to do.", Ezra groans out, and then slams the breaks as she's about to jump out. "Are you insane?", he almost yells, and it's not anger -- it's sincere fear. He's been there before with his kid, trying to jump out of a driving car. And in this dress? There's no fucking way. "Listen.", he bites out, "Where do you even want to go? Can you just please let me drive you home now? Get a good night's sleep and that alcohol out of the system, and we talk like grown ups in the morning, yeah? I'm not down for any discussions right now."

An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as he yanked his hand away from her thigh. Her eyes hardened at him and suddenly, she didn't want to be there anymore. She didn't want to be in a car with him. Or near him, for that matter. "What the fuck was the point of picking me up then? Just so someone else couldn't take me home?" Her words like venom as she stared at him.

"Wow. Do all the women appreciate when you talk to them like a child?" Because I sure as fuck don't. Her eyes roll at his words and she hates that it fuels her anger more. And not only that, but she feels a sort of sadness, too. "You're right. I should have. I highly doubt he would have treated me the way you are right now." Because she would have had control. Not the other person.

And yet right now... Ezra was the one in control. The one calling the shots. "Maybe I'll burn it." She said as she lifted the skirt of the dress and then dropped it. "No one gets to tell me what to do. Not my agent. Not my parents. And definitely not you."

An ache in her chest began to radiate and she turned her face away from him. She would not cry. She would never cry. Not over a man who had rejected her several times. "Stop the fucking car." She said as one of her hands moved to the button to unlock the door, the other grabbed the door handle. "I can walk home." Her voice was hard -- not at all soft and gentle like it had been moments before. Sure, she was tipsy, but she refused to be at the mercy of someone else.

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@emiliocarrasco -- NYPD station, early

What seems to be the worst and most consistent joke of Ezra's life, has to be Nick, and his goddamn love for cops.

The man had known it was a mistake to offer his company for a school trip. Playing the role of the single, happily engaging parent, wasn't as easy when the trip included visiting a police station.

Not as a criminal. That meant nervous breakdowns every five seconds when his kid opened his mouth. And as much as he loved Nick -- that goddamn kiddo never stopped talking.

It's all decent, until Ezra's personalized nightmare in person shows up behind a corner, and the prayers he prays are as desperate as they possibly could be. (The silent woah Nick lets out makes his back hurt. Badly.)

"You're a real cop!", the boy exclaims while patting his little badge, which is a gift from Flynn, "Me too!" -- and Ezra's head starts to hurt, too. "Don't you think firefighters are much cooler?", he asks, petting the boys head (and he says it loud enough for Emilio to hear).

Emilio's presence will always leave a strange burn in his chest -- Ezra has so far only been able to define it as pure misery. If he had known there this would lead, when he had been a teenager... "Uniform looks cooler, too."

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@kristenxxparrish -- the Cancún, late

If there's one thing Ezra pays attention to, then it's one, new things, and two, pretty things. The woman at the bar is a bullseye at that -- and she seems familiar in a way that screams he's seen her on TV somewhere. Maybe he has. Maybe he hasn't.

When Ezra slides onto the bar stool next to her, places his half drank drink on the wooden counter and places his arm right next to it, turning in her direction.

There's two questions left, is she aware what place she's at, and...

"What's your name?" Ezra cocks up an eyebrow, fingers turning the glass where it's supposed to rest, "And how expensive does the drink have to be for you to talk to me?"

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@suspicioushospitality -- a forrest, mid-day

"Lucky! ¡Vamos!", Ezra calls his father's dog, who has been busy sniffing a tree for the last two minutes. It's a sunny day, and if it wasn't for his son's mother taking him to see her family abroad, he for sure would have brought him along. "¡Buen perro! Muy bien.", he adds when Lucky catches up to him to receive a treat, and he gives Ash a little sign that they'll be there in a minute. It's a habit -- he's spent so many of his teenage years learning ASL, that he might as well still use it now: even if it's just for a slow dog. one minute.

When he's all caught up, and Lucky uses all his spare energy to rush forward and jump through some bushes, Ezra shakes his head, amused. "Good thing my Dad didn't get two, like he originally wanted. These dogs are so full of energy. He should give me some, really." The last few weeks have been exhausting, and full of change. Underboss still feels fresh on his tongue -- all thanks to Felix. "How are you feeling? How have the last few weeks have been for you?", Ezra finally asks.

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@brkwingss -- the strip club Ricardo works at

Ezra's back hits the cushioned backrest of the chair, and he immediately brings a lighter to the cigarette between his lips, taking a deep drag once it burns. The music is loud. It vibrates through the whole room, almost makes him deaf -- he's not moving, not in the slightest. There's no sign of him being nervous, because he isn't -- he's just angry. The alcohol echoes through his system, though it's nothing compared to the adrenaline rush to seeing Ricardo on stage. He can almost laugh at it.

He allows himself to slide down lower in the chair, legs in manspread, patiently waiting. He's paid a small fortune to get half an hour alone. And best believe he will use that.

The door opens, and Ezra barely looks up from his cigarette, "So you quit Topwash to become a whore?", he asks, blowing the smoke up into the air, "Or is that just a side hustle?"

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@kristenxxparrish -- Ezra's apartment

"Mh. No. No, that works out for me." He signals to Kristen -- one finger up in the air, translating to be with you in a second. He takes a sip of his wine, red -- as he likes it best. It's a work call, one he couldn't exactly turn down, not after seeing the mass of text messages flooding in. The Cartel is on fire -- and so will the Brotherhood be. "There was an explosion near one of my.. locations.", Ezra explains as he hangs up and puts his phone on the counter, walking back to sit next to her on the couch, "I just had to check if there was some damage control needed. If anyone died, and stuff."

The underboss pats his lap, looking over at the woman. "Come here now? Or what was it that you wanted to talk about?"

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@morenocaleb -- outside of a bar

When Ezra looks at himself in the bathroom, he almost falls back.

Fuck.

He's not sure how he got to this point. It's been drink after drink with some of the Cartel members, shot after shot, and maybe he's thrown a blunt in somewhere. He's not necessarily dizzy -- it's just that alarming takeover alcohol and drugs like to poison him with. Loss of control.

And it hits Ezra extra hard, when he walks out into the cold air of the night, and runs into Caleb.

An ugh sounds escapes him as Caleb's shoulder hits his chest, blowing some of the air out in an instant. It's not a motion of violence -- but Ezra moves with so much of it, that it hurts.

Weirdly enough, they've texted. Weirdly enough, Ezra becomes quite aware of the fact that he's drunk texted one of his worst enemies, and that he can't quite remember what he said. Wow. Santiago will rip his head off, if he ever finds out. Ezra just hopes he doesn't.

"Are you following me?"

God, are his pupils blown out.

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"I'm sure we're fine. Someone has to help get rid off all that energy." And a long walk would knock Nick right out at home -- at least in addition to the dramatic events, and the bullying. Then maybe he'd be able to talk to Nick about it, later on. Maybe. Maybe not.

The sticker is pulled out and sticked on, and Nick is a goner. (Though Ezra knows, that if any gang member he's familiar with sees him with his son like this...they'll eat him right up. And Nick right with.) "That's a nice gift.", Ezra says, and Nick beams up even more (as if that's possible). "Thank you so much! That is so freaking cool!" The ki pats the badge now sticking to his shirt, and grins, wide.

"Dad, can't Flynn come with us? For a walk?", he suddenly starts begging, "Please, he's so cool..!" Ezra finds himself laughing softly as he picks the kid up into his arms, "I'm sure Flynn is a busy man, cowboy.", he hums, "Maybe another time, okay, buddy?"

"Are you sure?" Flynn asked, his eyes flickering from Ezra down to his son. "I don't mind driving." He was really just trying to be nice. Sure, he could probably call someone else to pick them up and drive them, but Flynn was already there. And it wasn't like they were strangers. At least, not really.

"I--" Flynn's eyebrows rose as the child started jumping up and down with excitement. "Yes, I am." He smirked. He'd never met a kid that was that excited to hear about his job. And Ezra's words about how his son wants to be a police officer suddenly makes sense now. No wonder the kid was happy to hear the news.

"That's awesome!" Flynn said with a smile as he crouched down in front of Nick. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a sticker. The sticker was of a general police badge -- one that Flynn kept on him at all times to give children if he felt like they'd appreciate it. "I was holding onto this for a special person... and I think that might be you." Flynn held out the sticker. "Would you like it?"

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@mvniae -- Their kids school, mid-day

"Iris..!", Nick yells out when he makes out his friend in the mass of parents and students running around, and Ezra checks to see if Maya is following, before he finishes paying for his coffee and follows.

Maya, the mother of his child -- a gorgeous, soft-hearted woman, who works as a tailor, rushes after Nick, grinning softly as she sees Sasha standing with Iris. "Sasha..!", she greets, patting Nick's little shoulder as she fixes his little backpack, before she sends the kid to play, "How are you? All healthy?"

Ezra comes closer, and Maya turns around to place her hands on his shoulders, one hand gently caressing his neck (as it's practiced to keep up their on-and-off, arguing parents alibi), "Have you met Ezra?"

Taking a sip of his coffee, Ezra looks up from his phone with a silent hum, ready to have his ear chatted off by just another friend Maya has made, just to choke on his coffee hard. "Qué?", the man coughs out, burying his face in his elbow, before straightening back up and holding out one hand for Sasha to shake. "Hi." -- His smile then becomes lazy, paired with a hint of evil -- "I'm Ezra. I don't think we've met before."

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@elizabeaufort -- a park, early

Every time Nick makes new friends at any place, the alarm bells in Ezra's head ring and give him a fair warning about who those children's parents might be. 99% percent of the time, they turn out to be harmless. Today, it's rather sweet.

Ezra is standing next to Eliza, arms crossed as he watches Nick play with her twins -- they've got an age gap, but Nick makes friends with everyone. So.

"Your kiddos are adorable.", Ezra says, "What's their names, how old are they?" He gazes at her for a moment -- she's drop dead gorgeous, and Ezra can tell there's more to the pretty surface. Likely a lot more.

Beat, then he turns in her direction and offers his hand for a shake, "Ezra. Nice to meet you. Are you here all alone with them, or...?" Eyebrow raised in question, Ezra searches the place for a moment, checking for a potential, dangerous partner she could be with, but there's no one to be seen.