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Can the MC tell K to stay away from Gabby? Like they don’t want K to spend time with them anymore and would feel more comfortable if Gabby wasn’t in their life anymore.
I mean… you could? It’s not going to be in the story, I don’t believe (at least that I have currently planned out), because it’s not something K would be willing to do. They would try to work on your comfort level when it comes to Gabby, but they’re not abandoning their best friend. They’re not going to toss Gabby to the side and simply forget about them— life, and relationships, don’t work like that.
I think, if it’s something that the MC felt strongly about and was rather adamant about pushing, then it’d cause some contention within the relationship, which wouldn’t be good at all. Again, K would try to work on it with you, but they’d cross the line at the shunning Gabby from their life. It’s not something they’d ever be willing, or comfortable, with doing.
#absentia#anonymous#asks#ask#kade lewis#kara lewis#gabriel vega#gabriella vega#k wouldn’t wish to fight about it#but it’s something they’re not going to bend on#which means it would probably be best if your mc didn’t romance k if you felt that strongly about gabby#unless it was something you’d be willing to work on together#if not? it’d probably be healthier for you both to find happiness with someone else.
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Not a problem! I enjoyed drawing them ^^
My touchstarved OCs
The Triplets
Nathanya
Esther
Gabriella
Thank you @miki-13 for drawing my girls, they turned out even better than what my initial outfit design
#touchstarved game#touchstarved#touchstarved mc#touchstarved oc#the unnamed#the hound#the alchemist#touchstarved Nathanya#touchstarved Esther#touchstarved Gabriella
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✶ DEMO (TBA) ✶
It's always the picture-perfect days that end the shittiest...
You had finally been having a good day after a horrible week-- nice weather, good company, and you got your manager off your ass-- but you should have known that was only the calm before the storm. A storm that completely rips apart not only your life but that of your family-- not the ones related by blood, you had given up on them long ago, but the people that had taken you in and given you a home. The Vipers, the most reputable gang in the Northside of Riverwood, and the only family you had left.
The boss is dead... We have no leads.
A single message had completely turned your life on its head. The man that had singlehandedly saved you from yourself, from ending up face down in a gutter, was dead. You don't hesitate in volunteering to help hunt down his killer-- not if it meant protecting your family and avenging his death. Even if it means calling on your biggest rivals for help or getting assisted by an over-eager detective.
Desperate times called for desperate measures...
Desperate Measures is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, violence, intense interrogations, blood, questionable behavior, and more.
✶ Features ✶ Character Intros (WIP) ✶
Customize your MC: appearance, parts of your personality, segments of your background, hobbies, vices, and more! Do you have what it takes to avenge the death of your mentor? Do you have a nickname that's specific to the Vipers?
While you're investigating make sure you maintain contact with your gang, and don't forget that you have a job. Even if it is just at a shitty cafe.
Romance is definitely something that is offered and will bring insightful moments to characters that may otherwise remain an enigma to you. Or, of course, you can strike up a friendship with them!
Find a killer and either take justice into your own hands, allow someone else to do it, or follow the law!
✶ The ROs ✶
Heather Grant ✶ She/Her ✶ 29 ✶
The Heiress of Riverwood Royalty, the Grant Family, and one of the only people that could offer assistance with the investigation-- with her limitless amount of resources and the fact that the Grant Family seemed to own all of Riverwood. The only problem? She absolutely hates the Vipers. Will you be able to come to some sort of middle ground?
Special Aspects: Enemies-to-Lovers, but will you be able even to blame her for her hatred in the end?
Damien Frost ✶ He/Him ✶ 29 ✶
A recently promoted detective within the RPD. A man that's been assigned the case, either out of pity or malevolence, you aren't quite sure, but Detective Frost isn't one to give up, even when all the odds seem to be stacked against him. In fact, he seems to have a penchant to appear wherever you are, and he doesn't seem to mind at all that he's working alongside criminals. He simply wants to get the crime solved. Is it only because he wishes to prove himself? Or is it something more?
Special Aspects: Law Enforcement Officer with a Gangster... Need I say more?
Stephen/Stephanie Matthews ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 27 ✶
Stephen/Stephanie, or simply Stevie, is someone you know you can count on no matter what. They'd as easily offer you their last beer as they would knife someone in the gut to protect you. Your best friend since you joined the Vipers, being the one that had trained you after your initiation, it's no surprise that they join you on the hunt for the killer.
Special Aspects: Best Friends to Lovers
Gabriel/Gabriella DeLuca ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 28 ✶
The other half of your motley crew within the Vipers. Gabby is known for a multitude of things within the Northside, being a jack of all trades when it comes to their skills, but their true trademark is the sea of broken hearts they've left in their wake. With a disarming smile and devil-may-care attitude, it isn't hard to understand how someone could be pulled into their axis. It's just escaping it unscathed that's the challenge.
Special Aspects: Have the option to be friends with benefits, or simply friends, and see how that could influence the possible romance to come.
Leon/Lena Prince ✶ He/Him or She/Her ✶ 28 ✶
The one person you wouldn't wish to run into within Riverwood-- having completely destroyed your relationship with them; possibly breaking their heart in the process. You haven't heard much about them since you left the Southside, but learning about them taking over the rival gang of the Vipers? Your week just couldn't get any better, could it?
Special Aspects: Exes-to-Rivals-to-Friends-to-Lovers (once more). Will you be able to build back the trust you lost?
#desperate measures#interactive fiction#interactive game#choice script#cog game#hosted game#dashingdon#if wip#no demo
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Life After Death is a Slice of Death Romantic Drama that takes place within the afterlife. It’s rated 18+ for depictions of violence, sexual themes, alcohol use, explicit language, and, of course, death.
You’re dead.
It’s still something that you have to get used to. That you were happily, or at least you told yourself anyway, living your life within the world of the living only to end up in the world of the dead by nightfall— Elysium isn’t exactly what you were expecting, the bustling city being an eclectic mix of various points in history, but you’re certain you could be in worse places.
Making a new “life” within the walls of the ever-growing city seems an almost impossible task.
That is until a kind stranger, garbed in Victorian-Era clothing, offers you a place to stay at the Silver Towers; an apartment complex that has all walks of life seemingly crammed into its well-structured walls.
Will you be able to find your place among the new ensemble of people? Will you be able to find a connection with someone that you had never been able to create in life?
Only time will tell as your afterlife commences.
Customizable MC: Name, appearance, gender (female, male, and non-binary), sexuality, smattering facets of your life before death, and more!
Detail how your MC feels about their death and the world that they’ve left behind? Happy, sad, angry?
Discover all that Elysium, and its many Districts, have to offer as you meet more and more people.
Engage in a romance with 1 of 6 romantic options— from the kindly stranger to an ancient warrior. Each one gives you an insight into a world that seems so far from your own.
Forge friendships that will last through time.
Follow your MCs journey as they discover what their Life After Death will truly entail.
Edward/Elizabeth Clarke: A soft-spoken individual, with a heart of gold, and a penchant to help those in need. They also happen to be the very individual that offers you a place to stay within the Silver Towers. [PROFILE]
Kaspian/Kassandra Drakos: Hot-blooded and slightly obtuse, Kas is an individual from Ancient Greece; a Spartan Warrior that still has some of their old teachings ingrained in their very being, even after all these years. [PROFILE]
Jace/Jade Reed: Your new roommate who, fortunately for you, seems to have come from the same time as you. With a sunny smile and excitable disposition, they’re clearly a person that anyone could go to if they needed a shoulder to cry on. Only time will tell if they have one as well. [PROFILE]
Yvan/Yvonne DeLuca: The owner of the most influential club within all of Elysium— Afterlife. A rather on-the-nose name, of course, but that doesn’t stop the lines from forming throughout the night. With ambition running through their veins, and a silver tongue, nothing has ever made them slow down. [PROFILE]
Gabriel/Gabriella Caelius: An Angel sent from Heaven to watch over Elysium— a post that seems to have been subjected to for quite some time if their total apathy towards the city at large is anything to go by. It’s clear they want nothing more than to leave, but aren’t able to. [PROFILE]
Celian/Céline Keres: The Mayor of Elysium, maintaining order within a place that is simply a waiting room for most of the inhabitants within, who has a reputation for being cold; not wanting anything to mess with the city they love so much. Of course, another moniker is commonly attached alongside their name— The Grim Reaper. [PROFILE]
DEMO TBA
#life after death#interactive novel#interactive fiction#hosted games#choice of games#character profiles will be added soon
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Analysis : why I think miguel is a capricorn rising
Okay so we don’t have his birth date but we gonna do it if we know his birth date are canon
MC IN SCORPIO:
I'm going to start with how people perceive him. Most people think he was a scorpio or a scorpio ascendant. Certain facts suit him but I don't find that totally angry with him, intimidating with a certain magnetism, people with a scorpio midheaven are generally very ambitious and make very good leaders (which is what we find in miguel) and they are also perceived as sexual (hence the fact that miguel has been enormously sexualized by his community and the fact that it's canon that he was created as a thirst trap) and finally miguel is perceived as dark, intimidating , strong , and authoritative ( which is strongly found in people with midheaven in this sign).
Rising in capricorn
Now I'm going to base myself on his appearance - we all know that Miguel looks older than his age, even though he's only 30. Capricorn ascendants are known to look older than their age, but they age like good wine (without bragging, that's what they are). They're often tall and have a good, prominent bone structure (just look at him with his cheeks hollowed down to his molars), they have a strong responsibility for the world around them and they're defined by their responsibility and discipline and are hard workers (just look at how hard he works to keep the multiverse safe and he works at it day and night). they're known for being very serious Capricorn Ascendants often rely on their sense of discipline and self-control, even if this doesn't always make them very approachable (before he loses Gabriella in the trailer we proved to see that miguel had a certain sense of humor and this ties in with peter telling him he's the least funny of the spidermans) they're constantly trying to keep face
Here what i found on a website ( Astro sage) :
Capricorn Ascendant people are quite slender, bony, awkward presence and of small to average height. The features are fine and seem cut with a chisel, with deep-set and serious eyes. They have stiff hair on the eyebrows and chest. Usually have big head and large teeth sometimes protruding outside the lips. The general appearance gives an impression of sternness, solidity, deepness, and maturity. Their look is marked by neutrality, sobriety, and ordinariness. Their concern is practicality and not aesthetics, which they pay no attention to. They often look like a scientist or a philosopher, a scholar or a wise person.
Descendant in cancer
The opposite of Capricorn is that the sign of Cancer represents the nurturing side of life, and governs maternity etc. Under its shell, Miguel is someone who is actually gentle and nurturing. We can see with Gabriella just how much it's not the same person, and Miguel says himself that he's always wanted a family indirectly, Descendants in Cancer dream of a family and security, and this is in line with their ascendants, but Descendants in Cancer are people who like to plan and have order, and can appear cold at first sight to the people who meet them (I'm going to talk about his first meeting with Miles, because we all know 😂).
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Here I know that some will not agree with me but for me it is really this ascendant which corresponds (I would make a part 2 to analyze its planet which falls in each one of its house but excuse me I had the laziness to continue 😙😙)
Tell me what you think in comment
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I hear we're making female rage book lists? Consider adding Saints of Storm and Sorrow.
My Bisexual MC Lunurin is a Stormcaller chosen by the Goddess of Storms and Vengeance and this book is all about embracing the anger deep down inside of you and making it everyone's problem. So add Saints to your reading list!
You can read an excerpt at Reactor Mag!
#saints of storm and sorrow#writeblr#female rage#feminine rage#trans inclusive#none of that rad fem bullshit here#book list#book reccs#reading list#fantasy
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can we have Gabi facts? i want to know about Wanda's lil one ^.^.
Of course!!
Gabi's full name is Gabriella~
She's almost 4! Wanda had her when she was 18.
Gabi has never met her dad.
Gabi talks a lot. She's a bubble of nerves and excitement. Gabi loves to babble and meet new people, she is incredibly social, which Wanda often encourages.
People might not like Wanda (the neighborhood is kinda... conservative) but they love Gabi.
Spoilery but Gabi is a little sick.
Her likes and interests change practically every day (from superheroes, to princesses, to dinosaurs, ponies, etc).
She's a huge momma's girl! Wanda and Gabi are extremely close.
MC isn't Gabi's parent and even if they romance Wanda neither she nor Gabi expect MC to fulfil that role.
That being said, Gabi will try to befriend MC.
MC has to sort of get along with Gabi in order to romance Wanda tho lol she wouldn't stand for her child having a bad relationship with her partner.
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The Obey me characters as songs (MC and the new side characters included)
Lucifer
Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron
Or
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by The Animals
Mammon
Hit The Road Jack by Ray Charles
Or
I'm Your Man by Wham!
Levi
If you're too shy (let me know) by The 1975
Or
The Name Of The Game by ABBA
Satan
This night has opened my eyes by The Smiths
Or
Mr Clean by The Jam
Asmodeus
Filthy/Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters
Or
Dedicated Follower Of Fashion by The Kinks
Beelzebub
Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen
Belphie
Kids with Guns by Gorillaz
Or
American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy
Diavolo
Prince Charming by Adam & The Ants
Or
Finally by James Arthur
Barbatos
Lets Go To Bed by The Cure
Simeon
The Power Of Love by Gabriella Aplin
Or
Adore You by Harry Styles
Luke
You're My Best Friend by Queen
Solomon
Oh Glory by Panic! At the disco
Or
Brianstorm by Arctic Monkeys
Thirteen
Cherry Bomb by The Runaways
Or
Hit And Run by LOLO
Mephistopheles
The Soft Parade by The Doors
Raphael
Who am I living For? By Katy Perry
MC
Don't Wake Me Up by The Hush Sound
Or
Idle Worship by Paramore
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me solomon#obey me thirteen#obey me mephistopheles#obey me raphael#obey me mc#obey me headcanons
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Book Of The Week
Title: The Dutchmen MC #1 The Price of Redemption
Author: M.L. Nystrom
Pages: 237
Synopsis:
Iceman has a reputation for being the coldest and most ruthless biker in the Dutchmen MC. He has no loyalties to anyone or anything outside his club. The people who go against him or betray the club find themselves in serious pain... or dead.
Then one afternoon trouble in the form of a blonde walks into his life.
Gabriella doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t want to enter this biker world of crime, cards, and sex, but her uncle has left her little choice. She must make a deal with Iceman to protect the ones she loves. In doing so, she finds more than she bargained for.
Iceman must face the demons of his past while Gabriella must face the monsters of her future. Are either of them willing to pay the price of their redemption?
#book of the week#book of week#book week#booklr#bookblr#books#adult booklr#bookworm#the price of redemption#book recommendations#recommendations#m l nystorm#book nerd#november 2024
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I might be making some Disney twisted wonderland incorrect quotes or scenes where MC/Yuu is married to one of the characters and has kids. And this post is going to be about the kids name and who are the parents and how many kids. So kinda like an OCS and head cannons. PT one
MC/Yuu x Ace Trappola- one or two kids if it two kids the oldest would be a girl named Anna May Trappola and the youngest would be a boy name Ethan Ace Trappola. If it's one a boy.
MC/Yuu × Deuce Spade- two kids one boy and one girl. The boy would be the oldest and be named Daniel Gabriel Spade, the girl would be the youngest and be named Gabriella Lynn Spade.
MC/Yuu × Cater Diamond- two kids both girls named Caroline Ann Diamond and Casey Marie Diamond. Caroline is the oldest and Casey is the youngest.
MC/Yuu × Trey Clover- three or two kids. If it's two kids both boys the oldest being named Travis Trey Clover and the youngest being named Nicholas Daniel Clover. If it's three two girls and one boy. The oldest is a girl and is named Taylor Raylynn Clover and the middle will be the boy and be named Travis Trey Clover and the other girl will be the youngest and would be named Kaylee Marie Clover.
MC/Yuu × Riddle Rosehearts. One or two kids. If it's one kid it will be a boy named Noah Davis Rosehearts. If it's two both boys the oldest boy still being named Noah Davis Rosehearts the youngest would be named Isaac Riddle Rosehearts.
MC/Yuu × Jack howl- two kids at the most. Both girls the oldest would be named Jane Daisy Howl and the youngest would be named Hallie Lynn Howl.
MC/Yuu × Ruggie Bucchi- like Jack two kids at the most one girl and one boy. The boy is the oldest and is named Ryan Tripp Bucchi and the youngest is the girl and is named Grace Quinn Bucchi.
MC/Yuu × Leona Kingscholar. One kid no more just one. And it would be a girl named Laura Lynn Kingscholar.
MC/Yuu × Jade leech- two or three, two would probably be twins since twins run in his family both boys named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech. If it's three still twin boys and one girl. The twins will be the oldest and still be named Kyle Adam Leech and Jason Adam Leech the girl will be the youngest and named Hannah Isabella Leech.
MC/Yuu × Floyd Leech- three. One being a pair of girl twins and one being a boy. The twins would be the oldest and would be named Donna Marie Leech and the other twin would be named Leah Marie Leech and the youngest is the boy named Lucas Floyd Leech.
Azul Ashengrotto- two both girls the oldest is named Abigail Elizabeth Ashengrotto and the youngest is named Ashley May Ashengrotto.
Kalim Al- Asim- probably 6 or five kids, yes I know it's a lot but he grew up with tons of brothers and sisters. If it's six kids four girls and two boys, the oldest is one of the girls named Kylie Grace Al- Asim, the second oldest would be one of the boys and named Kayden Isaiah Al- Asim, the third would be the second boy named Kade Adam Al Asim, the fourth would be another girl named Stacey Marie Al Asim, and the youngest two would be girl twins named Star River Al Asim and Treasure Ray Al Asim five kids: two boys and three girls.
Jamil Viper- one or two kids. If it's one it would be a boy named Lucas Benjamin Viper if it's two both girls the oldest girl would be named Jamie Isabella Viper and the youngest named Joanna Marie Viper.
In pt 2 I'll do the others
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst mc#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#cater diamond#floyd leech#jade leech#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#leona kingscholar#jamil viper#kalim al asim#twisted wonderland headcannons
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Land Of Secret Flames
Chapter 2, part 3
Rafayel: He's just here to talk. You don't need to be on high alert.
I nod and step aside. Standing next to Rafayel, I watch as Rafayel starts a conversation with him.
"Jester": Your bodyguard is competent.
Smiling, Rafayel looks at me.
Rafayel: Being modest would be a disservice to her. Having her around is the best thing that's happened to me.
Ever since he's boarded the yacht, Rafayel's speech and enunciation have changed. His gestures are also more exaggerated than usual. It's like he's a real opera singer.
"Jester": Hehe, interesting... Maxwell made this mask and brooch for Yosef. He should be over seventy right now. But you sound like a young man.
Here we go. I feel a little on edge, but my expression remains calm as I take the wine glass from Rafayel's hand.
Rafayel: Are you saying that seventy-year-old Yosef should disregard his health and attend in person?
"Jester": Youngsters like yourself are very sharp-tongued. While Yosef and I were drinking tea and playing chess, you were probably having fun somewhere else.
Rafayel: Judging by your attitude, you must be an "old friend" of his, good sir. Has he not taken the time to share some of his insight with you? For example, how does a person avoid becoming an annoying old man?
"Jester": ...Watch your tongue. Did Maxwell actually allow someone like you to attend this banquet?
On the hold of the ship, the crisp sound of clinking glasses captures everyone's attention. A middle-aged man wearing a dark purple velvet suit stands up with a glass of wine. His smile is barely concealed under his mask.
Maxwell: I'd like to thank everyone for attending this banquet. Tomorrow is my 40th wedding anniversary with Gabriella. The yacht will arrive at the island where the event will be held.
Upon seeing the host, the "jester" reluctantly closes his mouth. He angrily glares at Rafayel before walking away. Rafayel adjusts his mask and discreetly curls fingers at his side. He's beckoning to me. Once I'm next to him, we start quietly talking to each other.
MC: Is it time for Plan B?
Rafayel: Yeah. Remember to act natural. Leave the dramatic parts to me.
[ N E X T ]
[ Land Of Secret Flames Guide ]
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High School Musical: the LITG edition
Who gets cast as who? Who is our Troy & Gabriella? Our Sharpay (Hamish is the only right answer)? Who is our Chad & Zeke?
Ohhhh, inch resting. Thanks for the ask Saga!
Troy: Ozzy, 100%
Gabriella: because I can't ship Ozzy with anyone else this means this role has to go to MC
Chad: hmmm .... I wanna say Gary here, can't really tell you why
Taylor: absolutely Marisol, girl will do anything to win
Zeke: has to go to the OG baker boy, Bobby
Sharpay: other than Hamish, Lexi is a good shout
Ryan: Ryan (lol)
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Hello one and all and welcome to the The Duchess Affair name post. This is a list of period-accurate given names you can give your MC if you need some inspiration or want to know what kinds of names ladies had back then. I've combed through the 1809 edition of Debrett's Peerage for names of noblewomen in the 1600s and 1700s in Britain, which is where I'm taking the liberty of assuming TDA is set.
As always, you can drop any questions in my inbox, I love love love playing reference librarian :-)
Most names in this period either came from the Bible or from literature. The Bible was the most common book owned and read, so Biblical names were frequently seen. Some nobles liked to show off how cultured and educated they were by naming their children after mythological figures or characters from poetry and history, but most people of all classes named children after ancestors or loved ones (which explains why it seems like it was the same dozen names getting passed around again and again.)
Very common names -- the majority of women back then had one of these names:
Anne
Caroline
Catharine (not a typo – this was the standard spelling in the 1700s!)
Charlotte
Diana
Elizabeth
Frances
Georgiana
Henrietta
Isabella
Jane
Louisa
Margaret
Maria (pronounced like “Mariah”)
Martha
Mary
Sarah
Sophia
Less common but not unheard-of names:
Agnes
Alathea
Albinia/Albina
Alicia/Alice
Amelia/ Emilia/Emily
Arabella
Augusta
Barbara
Bridget
Cassandra
Cecilia/Cecily
Clarissa
Constance/Constantia
Dorothea/Dorothy
Eleanor
Emma
Gertrude
Grace
Harriet/Harriott
Hester
Honora/Honoria
Jemima
Judith
Julia
Juliana
Lavinia
Laetitia/Letitia
Laura
Lucy
Marianna/Marianne
Matilda
Penelope
Priscilla
Rachael
Rebecca
Susan/Susanna/Susannah
Theodosia
Theresa
Thomasina/Thomasine
Rarities and oddities -- I only came across these names once or twice each, use them to add a bit of flavor and eccentricity!!!:
Abigail
Amabel/Amabella
Amantha
Anastasia
Angelica
Annabella
Antonia
Araminta
Beatrix
Camilla
Christiana/Christina
Clara
Clementia/Clementina
Dulcibella
Esme
Ethelred
Eugenia
Felicia
Flavia
Flora
Florentia
Frederica
Gabriella
Helen/Helena
Horatia
Josepha
Leonora
Madelina
Margaretta
Narcissa
Octavia
Olivia
Philadelphia
Rose
Selina
Sibella/Sibilla/Sibylla
Tryphena
Urania
Winifred
And just for fun, some extremely British sounding surnames I found that made me chuckle aristocratically:
Beckington
Cavendish
Chatham
Courtenay
Dalrymple
Darlington
Fortescue
Gainsborough
Kingscote
Lovelace
Mountstuart
Ogilvie
Pembroke
Pierrepont
Posonby
Tattershall
Twisleton
Wentworth
Willoughby
Wriothesley
#playchoices#the duchess affair#choices the duchess affair#the duchess affair choices#choices tda#tda choices#duchess affair
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this is a lukerosa headcanon that I've had for a while: during movie nights luke was really into high school musical. If either of them start singing even one line it acts like a sleeper agent and now we have to finish singing the rest of the song part of the reason he likes singing hsm in particular is totally NOT because then he could duet with mc. he does not think about having the Disney duet Moment™️ with her no sir. Luke on the day he leaves for National Central University: I'll miss you :') MC: I'll miss you too :) Luke: omg wait wait we're literally Troy and Gabriella in hsm 2 and then they sing Gotta Go My Own Way while mc is laughing at how stupid he is (affectionate) the 1st birthday card where lukerosa and their high school classmates go to karaoke? I firmly believe that before luke and mc left they were goaded into dueting one song and they chose Start of Something New and it totally wasn't because they like each other nope no way but why is this song hitting so close to home right now why are we locking eyes IMAGINE being one of those classmates in that karaoke room that shipped them from day 1 and having to experience that. witness that.
jhvjhKJVKSJHDFVS PLEASE OMG this is such a perfect mix of dorky and endearing, it is PERFECT for luke ;w;
i support him and his HSM fixation, and HSM songs are so perfect for karaoke (source: ive picked HSM songs for karaoke several times and it always rocks)
luke and rosa: //perfectly dueting Start of Something New in the bday1 SSR without even looking at the lyrics flashing on the KTV screen
the former classmates just sitting there: do u guys want ur own room, do u guys want us to like leave or something
maybe thats another reason why those former classmates were so passive aggressive about luke's detective occupation in that card, both because they were being dumb and also because some of them felt the need to knock luke down a peg because come on man, making the rest of us feel single :/ KJHVKJSHFVKJSDHVGS
btw Get'cha Head In The Game is now also DEFINITELY in luke's workout playlist
luke, softly mumble-singing to himself while doing crunches: get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game
aaron whos there i guess for the purposes of this joke: were you even BORN when that movie came out?
(sidenote: ....oh wait, luke actually WAS born when it came out, like, THE EXACT SAME YEAR. luke is the same age as HSM 1 omg. this hc was written in the stars, it was destiny)
(sidenote 2: the lyrics of Bet On It
How will I know if there's a path worth taking? Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breakin' I don't wanna make the same mistake
are unironically a great image of luke's NSB days and his internal conflict of whether or not he should reunite with mc. this hc really WAS written in the stars omfg)
fantastic headcanon all around, thank u for my life
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| What’s waiting down Zuni Road |
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Pairing: Gabriella Castillo (Mayans M.C.) x Ignacio “Nacho” Varga (Better Call Saul)
Gift for the wonderful, illustrious, prolific @drabbles-mc - Rarepairs Exchange 2023
Word count: ≈5k
TW: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of violence
It's dangerous to be a woman in love. A brush with death at the hands of the man she loved sends Gabrielle Castillo on the run, in more ways than she expected. Burned in a betrayal she never saw coming, and tipped off by a non-garbage Angel Reyes to a place to hide out, a safe haven, a place to temporarily call home, she books it tf to Albuquerque. She arrives with newfound determination not only to survive, but a conviction to never let love blind her to pinshe toxicos malparidos like EZ Reyes ever again. Still, in terms of an actual plan? She has no idea where to go, who to turn to, or what to do next. That is, until she runs into our fav Walter Matthau-grumpy-old-man, not nearly old enough to be so grumpy, Nacho "forreal don't call me Ignacio" Varga. In some ways, he reminds her of EZ but she's dead set against falling for another pair of brown eyes full of lost hope and squandered dreams. But the more she gets to know him, the more it calls into question ... would it really be the same with Nacho? Is Gaby willing to find out? spoiler alert: she is. she very much is. sorry but like have you seen him? lbr here
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Mamá always told me to watch out for red flags in life. Dime con quien andas, te diré quien eres. Porque when someone shows you who they are, they’re doing you a favor.
She never said it out loud but I learned early on, the ones who waved the red flags most were the boys. Not that I was especially boy crazy at that age, but it seemed wherever I looked, there they were: waving red flags, making promises they couldn’t keep, being unfaithful, disloyal, dishonest.
My older cousin Mercedes had a boyfriend back in Mexico who used to tell her not to wear shorts that were too short because he did not like the way her thighs flattened on chairs when she sat down. At the age of five, I knew how mean it was and to this day, I cannot understand how it didn’t bring her to tears. But it didn’t. And she always listened to him about things like that, until he got her best friend pregnant and the two of them ran off together, leaving Mercedes behind. It was the best thing he could have ever done for her though. Because she never let anyone tell her what kind of shorts to wear after that.
The first boy I ever had a crush on in elementary school told me that even though he thought my eyes were pretty and he liked how I wore my hair in braids, we couldn’t be together because I raised my hand too much in class to answer questions. And girls were not supposed to be as smart as boys. At the picnic tables at lunch, I cried over my usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when my friends asked me what was wrong, I couldn’t even explain what it was that hurt me so.
Even Papá, loving and kind as he could be, made Mamá feel small when he told her that having to sell her floral shop in Mexico, so we could come here, wasn’t as great a loss as him losing his career as a police officer. “What’s selling a few flowers to a few abuelitas to putting my life on the line, to upholding law and order every day?” he’d ask. And she would say nothing in return, just smile soft and sad, plopping a scoop of rice onto his plate. It took me years to understand that sadness in her smile.
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Driving down highway 40, with the windows down, my hair whipping in the wind, and all the desert dust mixing with the faint, floral smell of my shampoo, I feel like I have been mainlining that sadness for the last five hundred miles. Because from the moment I met Ezekiel Reyes, I did not see it coming. It’s not that there weren’t red flags as with all the other boys. But he had a way of making it seem like they were all a force of circumstance. Gee, how did those get there? Someone must have put those up when I wasn’t looking. He was sensitive, compassionate, smarter than anyone I had ever met, and troubled in a way he seemed not to be responsible for.
I should have trusted my instincts. I should have listened to my mother’s advice. But EZ Reyes is also one of the best liars I have ever known. People who lie best are the ones who believe the lie first themselves. That is what he did. It was easy. So it was easy to believe him.
On the road, when it gets dark, I start to see his eyes like they were the last time I saw him. They are every pair of headlights in the rear view mirror: two voids with a kind of frigid, lifeless pain inside. Any echo of the love between us snuffed out, washed away, sterilized like a surgeon’s scalpel. Nevermind that candle in my heart might have burned for him forever. But it seems we do not love the same way.
One of my hands comes off the wheel to touch the spot at my ribs on the left side where he had held the gun. A shot I would have never seen coming, were it not for Angel’s screaming and tackling us both to the ground, shoving me away, telling me to run as fast as I could and never look back. If only I had fallen for that big lug instead of Ezekiel. But that one wore his red flags on his sleeve, screamed them from a mile away. That honesty I misjudged as a warning was really an asset. Porque Angel no podía mentir una mierda, ni siquiera a sí mismo. But we cannot help who we love.
Wiping sweat from my forehead, I pass a mile marker and then a bigger sign: eleven miles to Albuquerque. Good because Angel’s check engine light has turned on and I need gas. I drag my hand across my forehead again. Leave it to Angel to have a car with no AC. Well, no. I remind myself I’m no fool. The car probably wasn’t his. They would’ve stolen it before they got to the hospital.
The sun has been beating down on me through the driver’s side window, relentless and my face is so damp, I can’t seem to tell the difference between the sweat and the tears that periodically drop down to dot my cheeks. I stopped bothering to wipe those all the way back in Tucson. The dust has stuck to them too, so the skin on my face is stiff and my lips have a grainy feel to them. There is something about it that I like, that feels tangible. Algo sobre la tierra en mis lágrimas es un consuelo, y en mi dolor me hice sentir menos sola.
My cellphone buzzes in my bag. Low battery. It is a miracle it has lasted this long. Perhaps my last tether to civilization, I wonder if I shouldn’t let it die and disappear from my old life completely. No, with Mamá back home there is no old or new life. I escaped Santo Padre with the only one I have. Angel said he would get word to her, let her know I was okay, tell her where I was going. A place I didn’t even know.
Once I hit the city limits, I reach in my pocket and pull out the crinkled cardboard pack, an empty cigarette box Angel had hastily scribbled an Albuquerque address on. I triple check to make sure I have remembered it correctly, then take the fourth exit.
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After I left Angel and EZ, grappling with each other on that hilltop by the hospital, I went to Mercedes’ house to hole up. It was a dingy little duplex not far from the hospital but EZ didn’t know where it was and that’s what mattered. It was kind of funny. I had not expected Angel to follow up, texting me, asking if I was okay, where I was. But he did. Even after I told him, I had not expected him to do anything with that information, certainly not stop by or send someone. But he did. So, when a knock came at the front door, in a frenzy, I lurched off the couch and lunged for the baseball bat that I’d taken from the coat closet earlier and set against the front door before dozing off. Glancing through the peephole, I half expected to see EZ's cold, hard eyes, peering back at me across the threshold of warped glass. Mercifully, it was somebody else. Someone I didn’t recognize. Judging by the kutte over his hoodie and the large black script inked on his neck that spelled Mayans, another proud member of the club. Someone I had not met before. He stood in front of the door, hood up, hands clasped in front of him at attention, almost like a bouncer at a nightclub but without the air of compensation. On the contrary, he was at ease, almost serene when I swung open the screen door, wild-eyed and bat in hand. “Are you Gaby?” He'd barely batted an eye. I nodded slowly. “Angel sent me with some stuff for you.” I furrowed my brow, suspicious but too frazzled to form words. “Yeah, uh— He wanted to deliver this himself, but homie had to take care of that trifling, mocoso cagado brother of his, chase that motherfucker back down to Santo Padre. But I stuck around, so he sent me instead.” He extended his hand. “I’m Manny.” With some hesitation, I set the bat down and shook his hand, then motioned to allow him inside. He refused, head rattling from side to side. “Nah, I don’t— I can’t stay long. Just wanted to give you these.” He held out the crumpled cigarette box and the keys to 'Angel’s' car, dropping them in the palm of my hand. Through tears that I wasn’t even aware had begun to fall, I joked tiredly, “So, I narrowly escape getting killed by the love of my life and Angel thinks I’m ready to take up smoking?” “Yea, right? Guess when you cheat death, seems as good a time as any to pick up a habit that causes terminal illness.” Manny stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets and leaned against the doorway, eyes cast down, chuckling at the ground. “Nah, actually there’s an address on it. A guy we know in New Mexico from a job Yuma and Santo Padre did with him a while back. His people’ll take care of you.” “Who is it?” “His name— well, he’s a guy who’s connected enough in Mexico that EZ can’t come after you there. Y’know, bad for business.” With a knowing smirk, he tipped his head, “Si me sientes.” There seemed a reluctance to say this man’s name outright but I couldn't understand why. Oh, right. Connected in Mexico. One of the cartels. So more of that then. Standing in the doorway with my arms crossed, at the manic pace only akin to that of an animal backed into a corner, I evaluated the options presented to me now. Could this truly be my only one? Something else my mother used to say was already at the tip of my tongue. “Lo peligroso que es ser una mujer enamorada.”** I began to cry harder now and Manny’s head snapped back up to look at me. “Aw easy now, ma,” he said gently, stepping closer to brush a tear from my cheek with the back of his hand. “Todo estará bien.” I nodded weakly before choking out through something that was halfway between a laugh and a sob, “I know this is a weird question but— pero ya puedes abrazarme?” He smiled softly, stepping back with open arms, and the moment my head hit the shoulder of this kind stranger, I came apart at the seams.
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It had only been two days on the road but the writing on the cigarette package is already faded, probably from so much time spent folded up in the pocket of my jeans.
6611 Zuni Rd SE,
Albuquerque, NM
ask 4 grumpyass mf named Varga
I am not sure why I bother to keep looking at it when I have the address memorized, seared in my brain because I had charted my route the old fashioned way, on a map I got from a gas station back in Lodi. A measure that seems silly now given that my phone is still somehow clinging to life.
I pull into the parking lot of 6611 Zuni Road and slide into an open spot, of which there are many. Business does not appear to be booming. In quaint, Hot-Rod red cursive along the top of the building, it reads “Tapizados, Custom Upholstery, Reparación.” Auto upholstery. As good a front as any, I suppose.
My nerves are fried and the entrance of the shop taunts me while I stare at it, trying to figure out how to smoke out this Varga. It would’ve been helpful to have more than just a name. Was it a first? A last? Based on what little was in the note, Varga could be a woman for all I know. Although Manny had specifically said it was a guy. Tracing the hastily scribbled address on the wilted cardboard, I am filled with warmth, reminded of my gratitude to Angel for doing the best he could with what he had. I can do the rest. I simply have to.
A broken bell clangs pitifully as the door of the shop closes behind me. It is empty of customers and seemingly, anyone who might work there. There is another bell on the counter and I wonder if that one is broken too. If it isn’t, with the Norteño music blaring in a room in the back with a bunch of tables with sewing machines, I wonder if anyone would hear it. Before I get a chance to find out, two men in matching uniforms arguing in the parking lot outside catch my attention. Partly because they’re arguing but largely because they both seem to be wearing matching uniforms, an indication yes, someone indeed ran this fine establishment and didn’t leave it to the norteño corridos to manage.
An older man with a thick, dark head of hair and a dark mustache alternates between pinching his forehead and speaking through gritted teeth to a younger man with hair buzzed so short, he looks almost bald, whose back is turned to me. Mustache man looks to be the boss and when the other man steps aside for a moment, I spot the name on his shirt. M. Varga. Simón! Él es un gruñón de verdad like Angel said. He looks just like another gruñón I know too. In fact, if his hair wasn’t so dark, I might have actually mistaken him for Felipe Reyes. He shared the same proud nose, perpetually furrowed brow, and lines etched deep into his forehead that say he’s had someone important to worry about for a very long time. Who was this Varga’s someone?
More heated now, Señor Varga points to the building and I think I can make out the words 'vuelve ahí dentro' coming out of his mouth. Exasperated, the younger, short-haired man throws his hands on his hips and tips his head back, as if pleading with the sky but whatever the old man has said trumps his silent negotiation with the Above. Varga throws him a set of keys and shoos him in the direction of the shop before stalking off back to the garage.
It takes me too long to realize I am staring. The short-haired guy makes it to the sidewalk in front of the windows, but by then it is too late to play it off like I’m just a clueless customer. Swinging my purse from one shoulder to the other, I attempt to anyway, and turn to examine the fabric swatches hanging on the walls and the stand full of pamphlets about “The Wonders of Kaptex!” and “Chrome-Tanned Whole Cowhides!” leafing through as if I know what I am looking at. The look of confusion on my face is the only honest thing about it. I have no idea what I am doing here, in more ways than one.
The short-haired man walks in, sighing heavily as the broken bell claps against the door handle, making another pitiful, pinched sound. It is not until he turns around to put something in the register that I finally see the name on his uniform. I. Varga.
Qué se chinga, of course there is two of them. Of course.
I nearly tear the cigarette box yanking it out of my pocket to study it again in the hopes I have missed some detail, some clue Angel might have left to differentiate the two Vargas. But no. There it sits, staring back at me, the same phrase I’ve read repeatedly, over and over and over: Ask 4 grumpyass mf named Varga. The qualifier doesn’t even help. They both seem equally grumpy. Could I just ask? Would Angel or Manny have thought ahead to let this Varga know I was coming?
A voice cuts through my panic. “‘Scuse me, miss? Something I can help you with?”
My head snaps up to meet a look of cool intensity from the younger Varga. He was younger sure, but I couldn’t venture a guess as to how old he might really be because even asking the most mundane of questions, there is something heavy in the tone of his voice and a weariness in his eyes that betray the gaze of a boy aged beyond his years by forces out of his control. I know this look. I am well acquainted with this look, yes. The headlights in the rearview mirror on the drive here flash in my mind. But there is a softness in this one’s eyes that I don’t remember EZ having. Not even in the beginning. By the time I finally understood, it would do me no good, but everything about Ezekiel Reyes was hard. And always had been.
All of a sudden, I am self-conscious, unsure of how long I’ve been standing there, not saying a word in response. Taking a deep breath, I finally open my mouth to answer, but instead of words, what comes out is some kind of throttled sigh.
“Prefieres que hablamos en español?” He is polite but with enough of an edge of impatience that it does nothing to distinguish him as the less grumpy of the two Vargas.
“A mí no me importa,” I shrug, trying my best to seem casual. “Puedo hablar de los dos.”
“O sí? Pues la podría preguntarte de nuevo pero ya sabrás que es la misma en ambos.”
Maybe this Varga is more prickly than grumpy. Would Angel know the difference? Probably not.
“Hmm,” I hum. He seems skeptical, so I switch to English. Two can play this game. “Huh? Yes. Yeah. Actually yes. I need- I’m looking for someone na—“ I start heading toward the counter but in the process, my purse swings to one side, knocking over the wire display of pamphlets. Varga is nice enough to come around from the counter to help me pick them up off the ground, even if he is chuckling to himself at my expense.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what-” I pause, closing my eyes, searching for the words. “I have not slept much. I just came here all the way from California and did not make many stops.”
Varga picks up the last of the pamphlets and with a resigned smirk on his face, offers his hand. “Ah, well, you wouldn’t be the only person to end up in ABQ who’s running from something.” I accept and he pulls me to my feet.
On his way back around the counter, he shoots me the look of a parent worried their kid is going to tear through the candy aisle at the grocery store. Pointing to a technicolor display of stacked, neatly wrapped, little trees, I laugh. “Oh, not the car fresheners. It looks like someone went to a lot of trouble to make these look nice,” I tease, holding up my hands in defeat. “I’ll keep my distance.”
Varga shakes his head, suppressing a laugh like he doesn’t want me to know I have said anything he’d find funny. He resumes doing whatever he was doing at the register. Not sure what to do with myself, I just stand there, watching him, moving the cash trays to the back counter, industriously counting the bills, scribbling in some kind of ledger. Without turning to look at me, he calls out, “So, you were saying?”
“Sorry?”
“You were about to say you were looking for someone right before you decided to go full Jenga with my pamphlets over there.”
“Oh,” I blow a puff of air out of my lips, sending stray pieces of hair that have fallen out of my ponytail floating above my forehead. Glancing around the empty store, something in me snaps and I decide. Why not? What is the worst that could happen? I say the wrong thing to the wrong person and they kill me for it? They’d have to get in line. I am already on borrowed time and dancing around the issue might only serve to end that time. Entonces a la verga con esa chingadera. So I shoot my shot. The contact my hand makes as it smacks down on the counter with the mangled cigarette box is loud enough to surprise Varga. He stops and spins around.
“Alright, I have danced with death,” I hold my index finger and thumb up together and squint my eyes, “once this week already. I have also been driving for two days straight. I am exhausted. And you know what? Truthfully, I have never been good at this– hmm, what is it called? Playing my cards close to the chest? I never had to be. So, I'm going to come right out and say it. My name is Gaby Castillo. I came here from Lodi, California. My ex-boyfriend is EZ Reyes from the Santo Padre chapter of the Mayans motorcycle club. Two days ago,” the lump in my throat hurts as I swallow it, but still choke up despite myself, “he tried to kill me. His brother, Angel Reyes, told me to lie low here in case he tried to come after me again.”
Instead of the appropriate shock one would express at the stream of insanity I just blurted out to a perfect stranger, he seems entirely undisturbed. Just as I'm about to give over to reassurance at his calmness, it all at once becomes more jarring that he has no reaction. My heart kicks up, pounding so rapidly, I wonder if it’s visible from the outside, if he can see it's picked up speed.
Aggravated by the silence, I snap my fingers in front of his face, grumbling, “Uh, hello? Does any of this sound familiar?”
Face impassive, he crosses his arms and just keeps staring at me before finally breaking the silence with one infuriating word. “Vest.”
“Mm? Pardon?”
“You said chest. You meant vest.”
He is like a brick wall. I am still not getting it.
“You meant vest. You said,” he flattens his hand bringing it down to punctuate the end of each phrase, “‘playing your cards close to the chest.’ The expression is ‘playing your cards close to the vest.’ Like back in the day, old guys playing Poker in saloons and shit.”
How dumb must I look, standing there, eyes narrowed, mouth gaping open in disbelief that we are calmly discussing grammar after everything I said? The motorcycle club? The attempted murder? I can only imagine. He does not even seem to notice. What’s more infuriating, he turns back around to the money trays and the ledger and continues talking at me like that. “Yeah, yeah, I got a call from Manny, told me someone was coming. I remember those Reyes brothers too. One of them’s a wiseass and one of them’s a dipstick. Which one almost killed you?”
Poor Angel. My cheeks are burning and my chest floods with indignation on his behalf. “Angel is not a di–” the word is new to me and comes out of my mouth clumsy, “dip-ssstick.”
Varga’s shoulders rattle as he chuckles, “So it was the dipstick,” nodding to himself like he’s just shared some private joke that he happens to also find hilarious.
I roll my eyes and turn my back to him so I can lean against the counter. My head sinks back to look at the ceiling and now I’m the one who’s pleading with the sky. “No, it wasn’t the d– no, not Angel. He’s the one who saved me, told me to come here for help. Not that I would call,” I wave my hand around at nothing in particular, “whatever this has been, 'help.'”
Varga says nothing, so I continue. “No, it was the other one. Ezekiel. EZ. He’s the one who– well.” I stop, my thoughts invaded again by Ezekiel's eyes in the headlights, this time mixed with flashes of that night on the beach. How soft and gentle his fingertips were on my shoulders. How cold the barrel of his gun felt pressed into my side. Tears begin streaking from the corners of my eyes. With my head back like that, they drip down across my temples and into my hairline.
Another pair of fingertips gently brushes my shoulder. I jerk forward violently and turn around to see Varga on the other side of the counter, with his hands up, as if to say, 'oh god, don’t shoot.'
“Hey, look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so— such a dick. I forget what it’s like for people not—” he wavers, running his hand up and down the back of his head, searching for the words, “well, normal people. People not in our business.”
I scoff, "Normal. That's funny, normal."
He looks at me perplexed, waiting for me to clarify. But I can't even begin. So, staring at the air fresheners almost catatonic, I simply say, "Normal is not what I feel."
Varga seems to accept this well enough because he starts putting the cash trays back in the register and locks them up with the ledger. On his way back around the counter, he grabs his car keys and motions for me to follow him. “C’mon.”
He stops at the door once he realizes I am not following him. More speaking to the door than to me, he calls out, “Yo, you coming or what?”
“Coming? Coming where?”
In an oddly graceful gesture, he spins around, arms swinging, coming to rest on his hips, as he tips one out to the side. “You like milkshakes?”
“Do I like—?”
“Milkshakes. Y'know, milk, ice cream, they blend it all up with like chocolate or strawberry or confetti sprinkles or whatever sugary shit people like. How do we feel about them.”
“I mean—” I shrug. “Who doesn’t like milkshakes.”
“Great.” He nods, with a small smile on his face that reaches his eyes for the first time. It softens his otherwise prickly demeanor, exposing a charm so authentic in its self consciousness, it is plain to see he doesn’t smile with true joy often. Something clicks just then and it occurs to me: what if he’s the someone the senior Varga, M. Varga, has had to worry about all these years? He turns back around, grabbing the door handle. “Let’s get a milkshake.”
“Wait.”
I watch his shoulders rise and fall, an unmistakable sigh of frustration. A reaction I immediately resent. “Hey.” I cross my arms. “No mames, hombre. Like it is unreasonable for me to be uncertain about letting a perfect stranger take me to some unknown location, in a town I have never been to before, for a mystery milkshake.”
Turning back around, he strolls slowly over to me, smirking and fiddling with his keys. “Mystery milkshake, huh?"
Still unamused, my eyebrows are halfway up my forehead. I wait.
“Yeah alright, you got me there. But I think I’ve got a solution for that. You said your name's Gaby, right?” I bob my head once and he holds out his hand. “My name’s Nacho.” He seems to take notice of my eyes darting to the name tag on his uniform. “Well, Ignacio, but no one calls me that.” Leaning forward, voice dropping low and quiet, he pleads like it’s a secret. “Yeah, please don’t call me that, seriously.”
I can’t help but smile, accepting his hand. Though firm, it's also warm and softer than I expect, sending goosebumps up my forearm that take me by surprise.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” I beam at him, our hands moving up and down in tandem, "Señor Not-Ignacio Varga.”
“Oh good,” he says, smile deflating slightly as he cocks an eyebrow. “Another comedian. Remind me never to introduce you to Lalo.”
It seems I’m already treading dangerous ground, but that only makes me beam at him more. “Who is Lalo? And why should you never to introduce us?”
“Pues,” he looks me up and down, assessing me before rolling his eyes, “hay muchas razones pero la primera? Eres demasiado guapa y chistosa para conocer a un hombre peligroso así. But he’d sure think you’re— I dunno, something.”
O, demasiado guapa? Nacho is becoming more interesting by the minute. “Hmm, well–," I muse as he turns to open the door. "And what does Not-Ignacio think?”
He shoots me a look like don’t go there through half lidded eyes. It is the first time I notice how long his eyelashes are. Tú eres guapísimo también. He seems like the type to not really know it. Or at least, the type to be unconcerned with it anyway. Of course it’s just a hunch, but for some reason it warms me to him even more. Nothing like the Reyes boys. Well, except Felipe, who had never seemed especially preoccupied with his appearance.
“Okay, okay,” I put my hands up, “last time, I swear. So, what does Nacho think?”
“I think...” he takes a long pause while holding the door open for me, scratching his head like he is considering the question with genuine sincerity. “I think ..... thaaat it’s time for a milkshake.”
Stepping outside into the simmering Albuquerque sun, it is my turn to roll my eyes. But for some reason, I decide to up the anti by crinkling my nose and sticking my tongue out at him like a petulant child. Maybe it’s the sleeplessness, or maybe it’s just nice to talk to someone after 3 days of running. On the road alone. He laughs at me, letting the door slam shut, and waves me over, in the direction of his car.
Despite my pretend annoyance, I walk around to the passenger’s side of Nacho Varga’s car and a feeling hits me as suddenly as a flashbulb of an old camera: relief. For the first time since I left Lodi, I finally feel like I just might be okay.
As it turns out, I am right. I would be okay. Just not before all hell breaks loose.
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