rose colored boy

Isaiah Cruz. 24. Raised in the docks. Currently in Goldfinch Valley. Good things are coming my way.

[isaiahxcruz]

A re-introduction to Isaiah because a lot has happened to him since the first introduction so long ago~ 

-Ex- Stockboy at local drugstore. Knows the layout like the back of his hand. If you need something, he knows what aisle it is in.

-Now he’s an animal handler at the Seattle Zoo, but his hours are getting cut and bus fare is costing a lot.

- Oldest of four. His siblings, in age order, are Andrea, Cherry, and Carlos (half-brother).

- Highschool dropout.

-Earned his GED with the help of study sessions with @leslie-bowman.

- Also lost his virginity to @leslie-bowman. They’re great friends.

- Is not a fan of his mother’s boyfriend, but would never admit that to her.

-Mother’s boyfriend kicked him out after catching him asleep on his couch/bed with @alli-pellisier

-Had brief...stint? fling? Unreciprocated crush with on @alli-pellisier, went through a period of not talking to her, but now lives with her and @sanemreid and it is the ideal living situation for him right now. 

- Used to be an underground fighter. It was the only way he can bring in a large amount of extra money, especially during the holidays/birthdays. With his hours getting cut, however, the idea of jumping back into it has been fluttering in and out of his head.

- @johnbernsteinx is his best friend and the smartest guy he knows. Zay views him as an older brother figure, and is grateful for his patience.

-Doesn’t own a smart phone because of how expensive they are, but has been assisting @eleanor-walsh with content for OF. 

-Definitely has a growing crush on @eleanor-walsh, but is insecure about his lack of sexual experience.

-Cooking is his love language. If he’s making classic Filipino dishes for you, you’re in his life forever.

*If you would like to plot, message me on here or I am on discord as well*

[isaiahxcruz]

alli-pellisier​:

The lawyers brow raised briefly. It was a good sign that the woman’s latter occupation wasn’t a major topic of interest, but Allison couldn’t deny the fact that she was curious about what their conversation could have been like. Then when Zay confirmed it was certainly a lot more physical experience rather than vocal expression she couldn’t help but smirk. “You dog,” She teased as she pushed him slightly. She knew she’d have to make her rounds from guest to guest, but she figured that if and when she spotted Nel, it might have been good practice not to give her the full 21 questions in the middle of the lawyers own wedding reception. She had free reign though from the time between her departure for her honeymoon. “Who knows indeed,” Allison began. “But if she makes you happy, that’s all that really matters, doesn’t it?”  

“I...” he dropped his head bashfully, not wanting to explain that the physicality of their relationship was maybe two make out sessions and Zay trying to control the hormones that seemed to go haywire whenever they were filming. “We’re not together,” he repeated, “but it’s been pretty cool.” Zay tugged at his turtleneck-- it was fucking hot out here! “Yeah...yeah, I think so, right?” he asked, mainly to himself. There was no telling what the future would hold, hell, there was no telling what would happen after the wedding, but that was the fun of life, wasn’t it? “She does,” he smiled. “I hope you two find some time to talk, but I’ll let you get back to your wife,” he teased before giving her a great hug.

[isaiahxcruz]

sanemreid​:

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❝ Okay, we can look around for some shirts, I was actually perusing a couple racks myself, and then head out for the sneakers ? ❞ Suggesting then, being ahead of schedule with work and most of the wedding finalized, there were no imperative obligations she’d need to rush out for. Nodding once more as he spoke a bit more on the type of shoes he wanted. ❝ Yeah like, if you wanted a specific color, or a preference between Jordan’s, forces, KD’s, or maybe adding a unique touch to them. High tops though, that’s a good start, here— ❞ Pulling out her phone, Sanem opened up the Nike app to men’s sneakers before handing it off. ❝ Why don’t you scroll through some of those and see if anything catches your eye. ❞

Brows knit together for a moment with curiosity over her features, though a smile was easy to form not long after, light series of laughs slipping out. ❝ First of all, I appreciate that thank you, I do try my best for the dancing especially. A good portion of outfits I’ve worn for videos are actually my brother’s creation. ❞ She points out. ❝ I mean designer can be nice don’t get me wrong, but I don’t care that much for high end labels.. unless they’re a sponsor. When it comes down to it though, it’s all about how you style yourself and with confidence. ❞   

Zay nodded in agreement. If he happened to find a nifty shirt, he made a mental note to treat himself. “Whoa, you’re gonna have to slow down,” he chuckled, “I know about Air Forces and Jordans, but you lost me at KD.” Zay took the phone and began scrolling-- the options were endless! He struggled to avoid the pricetag, a habit that had been ingrained in him since birth. “Uh, I think, if I could choose any? I like these,” he trailed off, passing the phone back to a photo of black and white Air Forces. “They’re expensive though,” he mused to himself. 

Confidence. Zay was confident, at least in his own eyes. There were things he knew he was good at-- cooking, fighting, listening-- but sometimes it was up to the other person to catch the confidence. Wasn’t it? “I’ve never had designer,” he reminded her with a grin, “I don’t even know what the Met Gala is or why they dress up like space people or old statues or whatever. But I’m not goin’ to lie...it’d be nice to have something sent to me from like...Abercrombie. That’s a designer, right?”

[isaiahxcruz]

rosalindpaisi​:

She waited a beat before she saw Zay deep in thought. “Careful now, you don’t want to break any blood vessels,” She joked. Her eyebrow raised then as his statement that he had the ability to earth bend and her hand immediately went to check if there was heat or cold sweats coming off his forehead. “Blink twice if we need to go to the ER,” She mused before she found herself laughing as he was able to lift her from off the ground in a hug. “Jesus, Zay what you benching these days, you absolute Goliath.” It was true that she was indeed in front of him, in the flesh, freshly in town as of a week or two, she couldn’t really keep track of time anymore. “John does know I’m here, and everything is fine!” She said as she held her hands up in faux surrender. “I got a job at the prep school so I’m here for a while. What’s new with you?” 

“What?” he asked, still grinning. Whatever a blood vessel was, it sounded like something that shouldn’t be broken. “God, no! I don’t have insurance and there’s no way I’m payin’ an am-bu-lance,” Zay laughed. His mother was still in debt from having all of her kids, there was no way Zay was going to inherit the same financial fate. At least, if he could help it. “Uh, on a good day? 220, but if I’m goin’ light 195,” he said. Rose always used words that he didn’t know, such as Goliath, but that was a trait she had in common with John. It was endearing in a way. “Ooh! So you’re a teacher? That’s wild, I’d be scared to be in your class,” he joked. “Nothing’s new! I’m still here, waking up every day and trying to live the best I can. I really can’t believe I’m lookin’ at you right now!”

[isaiahxcruz]

eleanor-walsh​:

Taking the champagne, Nel let the pout work its way off of her face as she rolled her eyes at him, playfully. She stepped on her cigarette, taking a sip of the cool beverage– something that was honestly impressive of the server and staff, to keep the drinks cool as they were passed around. Popping a grape in her mouth, she winked at him, “Don’t mind a bit of meat every now and then,” The flush that was on her cheeks was heightened with the blush she packed on, her face a natural glow against the atmospheric dimness of the venue. 

Nel moved out of a few people’s way, knowing full well that some of the people in here would be willing to pay her money to come to an event like this. The thought crossed her mind, but she let it go, knowing that she had accepted Zay’s invitation without any questions. Plus, she thought it would be a little sad to see him here alone. “I don’t care where we sit,” She laughed a bit at the man’s comment, her head shaking a little bit as she linked her arm with his, “Damn, I know I’m not super classy, but I don’t think I’m rude enough to get up in the middle of a wedding ceremony to light a cigarette.” As they found a seat, Nel turned towards the man, finishing her champagne, and asking the server for another one. “Those pictures we took the other day? And the,” She bit her lip, “That video?” Was it appropriate to be talking about this at a wedding? No. So, she lowered her voice a little bit so those around wouldn’t hear her, “I know I told you I’d give you ten percent,” The smile starting to hit her lips, “But I made like, way more than I ever have,” Her eyes met his, “Like… way, way more.”

Flirting was weird. Zay didn’t understand it, but the hormonal part of his brain seemed to always pick up on what she was saying. Instead, he took a handful of turkey and shoved it in his mouth to stay occupied-- and to prevent him from saying something ridiculous. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he finally said once he finished eating. 

A small shrug paired with a light blush. “I meant, you know, the cravings or whatever,” he attempted to correct himself, but from the look on her face it appeared to be in jest. Zay glanced down at their linked arms, thinking to himself how he didn’t picture them being this close at the event. Frankly, every moment he spent with her felt intimate. Zay adjusted himself in the seat, looking in her eyes as she spoke. That video. He’d taken a cold shower after filming it, that was for sure. “It was a, uh, it was a really good video,” he gulped, trying to remain professional and push the images of her to the back of his mind. “I don’t even know how much ten percent cuts out to, and I...you know, it’s really cool,” his hands clasped together anxiously, “but, I mean, I don’t want to put you out or anything. Like, I don’t mind just hanging out with you and doing it. I want you to be able to pay your rent and buy groceries and shit,” he hushed his voice, not wanting anybody to listen in on their conversation.

[the-archives-of-memery]

[isaiahxcruz]

ft. @bashlandry​

[isaiahxcruz]

alli-pellisier​:

Allison quickly looked around them hoping that the guests hadn’t heard Zay’s outlandish and certainly not-safe-for-life statements about Nel. She spoke in a hushed tone, “Is that the girl where you were explaining that you were searching for a website for air fans but you landed on OnlyFans instead? Which by the way, I don’t care about what you do in your free time or how you…express yourself? But uh,” She made sure she was directly beside him so the people near them could not hear anything else she could possible be saying. “I mean I guess this is technically a dinner for me to get to know her, you two even match.” She said with a small smile. “Are things …going well?” 

“Uh...yeah,” he looked at her, a bit shocked that she remembered, especially since she had been spending most of her time wedding planning. “I know you don’t care, but we like...don’t have to talk about it,” Zay feigned a smile. They were close friends, but there were still parts of each other that he’d be okay with keeping private. A light blush came over his cheeks and he rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t anything on purpose,” he nudged the woman who clearly enjoyed making something out of nothing. “Uh, I think she’s outside smoking right now, but do you mean in general? Because like...I don’t know. We’ve made out a few times and just been hanging out. I guess things are okay since she came here with me but,” he shrugged, “who knows, right?”

[ohisms]

    there’s  a  future  version  of  me     who’s  PROUD  that  i  was  strong  enough

[isaiahxcruz]

eleanor-walsh​:

location: front entrance, chateau evergreen @isaiahxcruz​

The ignition of the cigarette was fuming against her lips as she puffed out a heavy breath. Where was he? For all Nel knew, he was most likely inside the building, jabbering on about something to anyone that would listen. For her, weddings meant a huge amount of money being spent on something that would probably last a good five to six years, and then implode. Leaving you with lawyers and additional funds that would drive you into debt by the time you were fifty. It wasn’t exactly romantic, if she was being honest. Then again, it wasn’t that she knew anything different. 

One turn of her head, her arms crossing her body, she swallowed at the sight of the man in front of her. She just wasn’t used to seeing Zay in a suit, that was all. “Where have you been?” She asked, a little accusatory. Mostly from being left alone in an unfamiliar setting with people she’d rather not interact with. Her tone softened a bit, “I just couldn’t find you anywhere and I think the ceremony is starting soon. Obviously wanted to sit with you. Would’ve been weird if my date ditched me.”

The setup was absolutely gorgeous but more importantly, there were servers walking around with small munchies and flutes of flavored water and champagne as everybody waited for the ceremony to start. Being the person that he was, each time someone greeted Zay, he found himself entangled in a conversation he didn’t know how to leave. That was the price he paid for wanting to fill his mini plate up with assorted meats and cheeses.

“Sorry,” he smiled and handed her a champagne flute. “I thought you’d want some. I got some grapes and carrots too, but they touched the turkey and salami, I don’t know if that bothers you but I can always go back and get some more,” Zay offered. There was no issue going back and getting a different plate if it made her more comfortable. He stifled his grin at the word date and nodded in the direction of the seats. “Is it cool if we try and sit closer to the front? We can sit on the end if you need to leave and have a cigarette or something,” he suggested. 

[isaiahxcruz]

alli-pellisier​:

Allison stared at the contents of Zay’s plate and saw his hands darting from dish to dish. She briefly thought about having a personal server attend to his needs, but he seemed like he was on a mission. She chuckled softly as she straightened out her suit jacket, the gleam of her silver wedding ring bringing a smile to her lips. It was simple, but with a powerful message behind it, she was officially and truly off the market. Though her mind wandered back to Zay’s statement about paying her for the unexpected seat. She shook her head, “There’s no need, I think we had a few guests leave shortly after the ceremony so if she wants to enjoy their fair share of the lot she’s welcome to,” Allison began. “Her name, it’s Eleanor right?” 

He gave a nod of thanks and continued to devour the antipasta and various appetizers. The good news was Zay was going to try his best to get some of this food home so he could eat it tomorrow and probably the next day-- Alli and Sanem weren’t going to have any wasted money on food costs. “Uh, yeah, it’s Eleanor. Nel,” he said. “You, uh...the last time you saw her it was on my laptop screen and she, uh, she wasn’t like...wearing clothes,” he blushed before grabbing a champagne flute. Why did the drink taste spicy? “I know this wasn’t the dinner you were expecting to meet her at, but you should try to uh, talk to her if you get the chance,” a shrug. There was clearly more that she wanted to know, solely based on her facial expressions. “She looks really pretty though, doesn’t she?”

[isaiahxcruz]

alli-pellisier​:

location: Main Ballroom at Chateau Evergreen w/ @isaiahxcruz​

She caught him stuffing his face with cheese balls and assorted deli meats. “Slow down there Zay, there’ll be plenty left for the evening!” Allison exclaimed with a laugh. Allison was quick to pat him on the back, before her eyes traversed the crowd. In the midst of the applause and being by Sanem’s side, her eyes couldn’t help but train on the imagine of Zay walking in with a mysterious brunette, one that she could have sworn she’d seen before. Truth be told, Allison didn’t know he was bringing a date! But she was happy that he had. “Are you enjoying yourself? With your friend?” She teased. 

The plate he was holding was purely for show since he was eating directly from the dishes. In fact, the plate was only holding the used toothpicks that barely scraped his teeth. “I’ve never had salami like this!” he exclaimed, covering his mouth as he chewed. “You look beautiful,” Zay finally said once he finished his appetizers, though he wished he had waited. His cheekbones hurt from smiling, but he nodded. “Yeah, I forgot to tell you I was going to end up with a plus one, I can pay you back for her seat,” Zay quickly explained. 

[isaiahxcruz]

Isaiah Cruz 

Alli & Sanem’s wedding 

@crescentharborinspo

[isaiahxcruz]

eleanor-walsh​:

A eyebrow raised. Props? she thought. Nel wasn’t even sure that Zay knew what he meant when he said the words “prop”, but she was curious to pick his brain for a few minutes. “What color prop do you think I’d look best with? In your professional opinion, of course,” She bit her lip softly, the giggling ensuing from her body. A thought crossed her mind, initially, but she’d wait to share it with him later. Maybe Zay knowing how to use those wouldn’t be that bad–

His words brought her back to reality, as they got closer to the check out line. They had to get to work; this wouldn’t all be done without them actually doing the work. “I went to school to be a lawyer, you must attract that personality around you,” The smile she flashed him, as she loaded the checkout belt, was extremely genuine. “Strong independent women.” Nel paid for the items promptly, handing Zay the bags as the assistant she was basically using him for. 

There was no real stress about the situation– hell, she knew that nothing Zay ever did would be on purpose. Anything bad, at least. The attitude towards him couldn’t be negative, it couldn’t hurt anymore. “You didn’t fuck up,” Nel felt her trust starting to loosen with Zay, even though her guard was up for so many other people. Why was it disintegrating so quickly? “I don’t want you to have to make me food, we can just order. You have to focus on me.” Flirting with Zay was also part of the job description, something she didn’t tell him when she designed the fake contract, but it was definitely in there. “It’s not hard to focus on me, right?” Nel pushed the man against the car a little, just enough for him to bump and to hold their hips together. 

“If it is, just tell me.” Her fingers laced in his belt loops and tugged just enough so he’d feel the sensation. 

He matched her giggle with one of his own, eyes rolling up to the ceiling at her question. “Professionally? I...I would go with pink or red,” he told her, meeting her gaze. “They’d match your lips.” A brief pause before Zay broke out into another smile. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not smile during conversation with Nel, 

Zay followed her to check out, eager to shoot her. Even if they didn’t get to the photo-taking part today, he was just thrilled to bring her vision to life as well as hopefully increasing her income. “Did you really?” Zay looked at her, a bit surprised. He knew that she was smart, but lawyers had to be tough, cunning, and sometimes deceitful. “What, uh, what kind of law were you trying to do?” he asked while grabbing the bags. 

Walking with his head down, Zay couldn’t help but still feel terrible about the accidental outing. “I still should’ve been in my room,” he murmured under his breath. As he put the bags away, he shook his head softly with a chuckle. “I know I don’t have to cook for you, but I want to. That’s part of...,” his eyes met hers as he stumbled against the car. 

There was a sweetness to her voice, and it was turning him to putty. She had him in the palm of her hand, and the only thing he could do was give a lopsided, goofy grin and turn deep crimson. “It--it’s not hard-- I m-mean focusing isn’t--,” he gulped as he felt the friction between their hips. There was no doubt that everyone in the surrounding area thought they were together, a young couple being playful in public. Instead, Isaiah was struggling to keep the physical evidence of his feelings hidden. “We, uh, we should go back to my place and t-talk about the shoot, right?”

[isaiahxcruz]

sanemreid​:

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Nodding her head in response to the first question, a delicate hum fell before. ❝ I can, just don’t tell anyone. ❞ Voice lowered as though sharing a secret. There was a teasing cadence wrapped in her statement, notable by a followed chuckle and slight scrunch of her nose. Head canting to the side then once Zay continued, inquiring about the possibility in more than one pair, eliciting a sincere smile. ❝ Not at all, plus it’s always nice to give yourself options. ❞ Making a mental note, having already been in contact with Nike recently for a summer collab, Sanem was positive she could snag a couple pairs for him. ❝ In fact, unless you were here for anything else specifically, we could head to another store and grab a pair now. It’d help to get an idea for what kinda design or style you like. ❞ Suggesting with a partial shrug of her shoulders. 

Being hoisted briefly into the air wasn’t anything new when it came to getting hugs from him, sometimes it still caught her off guard, knowing it emanated from a joyful place she hadn’t minded it, letting out a small laugh returning the embrace. ❝ No, no — I was just dropping off some stuff after going through my closet. But I’ve come in here to shop before too, sometimes you never know what hidden gems you’ll find. ❞

Options. He could have a pair of shoes for work and a pair for play! “Uh, no specifics, just figured I could get a couple shirts and see what the shoe selection was about,” Zay shrugged. A brow quirked up at her last statement...was he going to get custom shoes? “Design?” he asked, trying to hide a smile. “I mean, I know I need the high ones to keep my ankles safe...,” vocals trailed off as he began to imagine himself on the front of some magazine with fresh kicks. 

“Hm? I know, I know, but like...you’re you,” he rolled his eyes, teasing softly. “Everything you put on looks so cool all the time, especially if you’re doin’ your dancin’, y’know? Sometimes I forget that you don’t get everything designer.”

[isaiahxcruz]

rosalindpaisi​:

Finding herself at the local thrift store was exactly where she wanted to be this afternoon. Most of her furniture was still in transit from a warehouse in Seattle that she was sure was just keeping it as ransom at this point. So today she decided to venture out to try to find a simple night stand for her bedroom. Her journals, books, and other technology devices were suffering on the floor, but her clumsy self was also tripping over the items in the dead of night when she was parched. Most of the pieces were on its last leg which was a bit disappointed to the woman, and somehow she made it closer to an aisle that smell of leather and sulfur. That was when she heard Isaiah’s question. 

She peered down the Reeboks, they seemed aged though for all intents and purposes still clean without much wear and tear. Though Rose couldn’t help but jab at Isaiah’s shin in order to get him to lift up his foot so she could check out the soles. There seemed to be a hole that was forming on the bottom. “Dude, I think you should treat yourself to something new and long lasting because these might disintegrate into the earth the longer you walk in them.” Rose said as she shook her head. The smell in the aisle was definitely prominent and she couldn’t help but grimace slightly. “And maybe let’s get you to not catch athletes foot or something from this selection.” 

His eyes widened in surprise and glee as his brain tried to piece together the fact that Rose was here and standing in front of him. As much as he knew, John was fine! Why was he here? It didn’t matter, as he obediently lifted up his foot and laughed. “Well, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I can Earth-bend,” he teased. There were a ton of questions he had for Rose, some of them he didn’t even have words for. Instead, Isaiah carefully wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the ground. “So you’re actually here and this isn’t a wild dream,” he mumbled next to her ear with a laugh. “Does John know you’re here?” he placed her down. “Everything’s okay, right? You’re not here for bad news?”

[isaiahxcruz]

ryderirving​:

Every time Ryder had encountered this man, he left the interaction more confused than he’d entered it. As he watched him mutter and pick up change from the ground, Ryder decided this time would be different. This time, he was not going to let his curiosity draw him in, and he was not going to engage. The last time they’d spoken, he’d thought about it all goddamn day. Not again. Today, he was going to mind his business, get a new, relatively speaking, wallet, and get out. Just as he made his resolution, the other man spoke. “Oh, goddammit,” he muttered under his breath, exasperatedly turning on his heel to face him. If it weren’t for his absolute vexation and the feeling that, truly, a camera crew were going to jump out at any moment, he would’ve just turned back around. Against his own impulses, he looked at the shoes. “Don’t fuckin’ smell them,” he said, quickly. “Look, you got holes worn in the bottom? Those fuckin’ do. If you’re better off, keep what you’ve got. Better to get shitty new shoes than shitty old shoes, they’re gonna be worn in all fucked up. ” He said, genuine advice concluded for the time as he scanned the area for anyone who should be keeping track of Zay. He seemed, though, to be alone. In this instance, Ryder was hardly better off – he was at least 90 percent sure Leslie had been sneaking better clothes into the bare bones closet when he wasn’t paying attention, and he wore in his boots until they damn near shredded. 

He grinned as Ryder started speaking to him. Zay didn’t have any opinions on the guy, he’d always been nice enough to him. “You gotta smell for Athlete’s Foot,” Zay explained. “Like, the disease? It starts in the shoe I think. At least that’s what mom always told me,” he shrugged. There was a high chance that information was said so shoes would remain off in the house, therefore giving them another six month life span. “No holes in the bottom but...,” Zay lifted his toes, revealing that the front of the shoe was definitely coming lose. Maybe if he stopped doing that, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. “Alright, so since you know a lot about shoes,” an earnest tone in his voice, “you think I if I hot glue this shit back together I’ll be alright for another month? It’s gettin’ hot so I can start goin’ barefoot everywhere then!’

[isaiahxcruz]

“ why are you always smiling ?”

Zay grinned, a side effect of the alcohol. Allison would more than likely have to finish his drink, but that was okay. He needed to go for a run in the morning, there was no desire to get completely obliterated. “What’dya mean?” he slurred out, his cheeks becoming flushed. “I’m happy. I live with great people, I have more space than I ever imagined having in my life, and I’ve got really great friends,” Zay twitched his nose against her cheek. “I know I gotta leave sometime and let you and Sanem...you know...be married and shit, but I mean...I’m just happy, you know?”