The hospital room was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. The kind of quiet that held weight, thick with all the things that hadn’t been said yet. The heart monitor beeped steadily, the IV dripped in the background, and Ezme could feel Rose’s stare burning into her from across the room.
She sighed, shifting slightly in the bed, wincing at the lingering pain in her body. “Alright,” she muttered. “Just say it.”
Rose didn’t move. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes dark with exhaustion. “Say what?”
Ezme gave her a tired look. “Whatever you’ve been holding in for the past few days. Just fucking get it over with.”
Rose exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down her face. “You really want to do this now?” Her accent slipping out.
Ezme let out a weak, humorless laugh. “Not really, but I feel like if I don’t let you yell at me, you might actually explode.”
Rose didn’t laugh. Didn’t even crack a smile. She just stared at Ezme, the muscle in her jaw twitching.
“I’m not gonna yell,” she finally said, voice steady but edged with something sharp. “I’m too fucking tired to yell.”
Ezme frowned. “Then what?”
Rose leaned forward, elbows on her knees, running a hand through her hair. “I just don’t get you sometimes, Ezme.”
Ezme blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“I don’t get how you let it get this bad,” Rose said, shaking her head. “How you just ignored it until you were literally screaming in pain.” She gestured around the room. “Look at where we are, Ezme. Just look. You’re in a goddamn hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, because you decided you’d rather fucking suffer than admit you needed help.”
Ezme looked away. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”
Rose let out a breath that was almost a laugh—sharp, disbelieving. “Bullshit.”
Ezme clenched her jaw. “What do you want me to say, Rose? That I knew something was wrong? That I ignored it because I fucking hate hospitals? Because the thought of being stuck here like this makes my skin crawl?” She exhaled sharply. “You think I wanted this to happen?”
Rose narrowed her eyes. “No, Ezme, I think you’re so fucking stubborn that you’d rather suffer than admit you need help. That’s what I think.”
Ezme scoffed. “I don’t need to be coddled, Rose. I can handle pain—”
“Handle pain?” Rose’s voice rose slightly, frustration cracking through. “*Ezme, you were crying. You were shaking, throwing up, begging me to make it stop. That’s not handling pain, that’s being in so much agony that your body couldn’t take it anymore.” She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sharp breath. “Jesus, Ezme, do you even hear yourself right now?”
Ezme pressed her lips into a thin line. “I just… I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
Rose stared at her like she had just said the stupidest thing imaginable. “A big deal? Ezme, you needed emergency surgery. It was a big deal.”
Ezme swallowed, but didn’t argue. Because Rose was right.
Rose sat back in her chair, rubbing at her face like she was trying to physically wipe away the stress of the past few days. When she finally spoke again, her voice was quieter.
“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” she said, looking at Ezme. “Watching you cry and beg for the pain to stop? Watching them take you into surgery and not knowing if—” She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. “I thought I was gonna lose you, Ezme.”
Ezme’s stomach twisted. Rose wasn’t just mad. She was scared. Even now, after Ezme had made it through surgery, after the infection was being treated, she could still see that fear in Rose’s eyes.
Ezme exhaled slowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Rose shook her head. “I don’t care about being scared, baby. I care about you not ending up here again.” She hesitated, then reached for Ezme’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I love you too fucking much to watch you keep doing this to yourself. I won’t do it again. I won’t.”
Ezme swallowed hard. She could feel Rose’s hand shaking against hers.
“I know,” she said, voice quiet. “I know, love.” She sighed, looking down at their joined hands. “I swear, I’ll do better. I won’t be such a dumbass next time.”
Rose snorted, shaking her head. “Good.” Then, after a pause, her lips twitched slightly. “You are still a dumbass, though.”
Here’s part two, picking up where the appendix fic left off (last year lol). I’m thinking about writing part 3, but that’s still to be decided.
Thank you to @bellysoupset for the help!!
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Rose decided that calling an ambulance was the best option, since Ezme could hardly move without crying out in pain. It took forever to get there, or at least it felt that way. Rose paced the length of the living room, her hands shaking as she cast frantic glances toward Ezme, who lay on the couch, her face pale and contorted in pain. The 911 operator had assured her help was on the way, but every passing second stretched unbearably.
Rose was interrupted when Ezme touched her hand and pitched forward, Rose barely had time to react before Ezme gagged, her body convulsing violently.
“Shit- Ezme!”
Then it happened. Ezme turned her head just enough before vomiting all over the rug, her whole body shaking with the effort. The sound was awful, a wrenching, gut-deep retch that left her gasping. Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders heaving as another wave hit, and Rose could do nothing but watch, heart hammering.
Ezme whimpered between gasps, her voice raw and broken. “I- can’t-” She sobbed, curling in on herself, her body stiff with pain. “It hurts, Rose-make it stop—please—”
Rose felt utterly helpless. She knelt beside her, brushing damp hair from her clammy forehead, whispering desperate reassurances she wasn’t even sure Ezme could hear.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Rose murmured, voice shaking. “The ambulance is coming, just hold on for me”
Ezme moaned in agony, squeezing her eyes shut as another sharp wave of pain tore through her. She was delirious, exhausted, and Rose had never seen her like this. It made her stomach churn with panic.
Rose tightened her grip on Ezme’s hand, pressing a trembling kiss to it. “Just a little longer, baby. Just hold on.”
The ambulance had finally made it, and Rose sat stiffly, her fingers clenched so tightly around Ezme’s hand that her knuckles were white. Ezme was barely conscious, her skin clammy and too pale, her breathing shallow. Every bump in the road made her wince, but she was too weak to complain. That was the worst part, Ezme never shut up about pain, always grumbling about how annoying it was, always brushing it off. But now, she didn’t even have the energy to tell Rose she was fine.
“Stay with me, baby,” Rose whispered, her voice cracking. “You’re gonna be okay, ma chèrie. You have to be okay.”
The paramedic checked Ezme’s vitals, adjusting the IV in her arm. “Her blood pressure’s low. We need to move fast.”
The panic clawing at Rose’s chest tightened. “Just—just do whatever you have to, okay? Just fix her, please.”
She could barely focus as they pulled up to the hospital. Everything blurred into a rush of movement—doctors shouting, nurses pushing Ezme’s stretcher down the hall. Rose tried to follow, but a nurse gently stopped her at the doors to the operating room.
“You have to wait here.”
Rose’s breath caught. “No, but—” She looked past them, catching one last glimpse of Ezme as they wheeled her inside. Her face was slack, her tattoos standing out starkly against her pale skin. No. No, no, no—
The doors shut in her face.
Rose pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, a sob forcing its way out. She had to sit down before she collapsed, her legs threatening to give out. She couldn’t go through this again, she can’t lose someone close to her again… She heard her name being called and she spun around, moving her away from the trance she was in. It was her mother, she had forgotten that she called her when they were in the ambulance.
“Chèrie? Que s'est-il passé? Ezme va bien?” She sounded frantic and concerned, trying to stay calm for her daughter and pulling her into a hug.
“Mum?” Her voice broke, a feeling of relief washing over her and she broke down into tears, sniffling. She didn’t know how long they sat there, her mother’s arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back slightly. All she could hear was the echo of Ezme’s weak voice in the ambulance, the way her grip had slackened in Rose’s hand.
“Is she in surgery?” Her mother broke the silence, but when she got no answer she looked down at Rose who was clearly zoned out. “Baby?”
“Hmm? Y-yeah she’s in surgery…” Her mother frowned, pressing a kiss to her temple. Rose sighed softly, “I should’ve convinced her to come in earlier, I- this is my fault-”
“No, this isn’t your fault, these things happen and we don’t have control over it okay? She’ll be alright, this is Ezme remember?” Rose nodded and moved closer so that her mother could hug her tighter.
Nurses passed by, doctors rushed in and out, none of them coming towards her a she was growing more worried and impatient by the minute. She needed answers, she felt helpless just sitting there doing nothing. Negative thoughts filled her mind and she couldn’t stop them.
What if she didn’t make it? What if Rose had pushed too hard, waited too long to convince her to come in?
A nurse appeared in front of them and Rose’s mother touched her shoulder gently, pulling her from her spiral. “Are you Ezme’s emergency contact?”
Rose looked up, her throat was dry. “Yeah. Is she—” She swallowed hard. “Is she okay?”
“She’s in surgery now. Her appendix ruptured, which caused an infection, but they’re working to remove it and clean the area. It’s a serious situation, but she’s in good hands.”
That wasn’t enough. Rose needed to see her, needed to hear her make some dumb joke about how hospitals sucked and that she was never coming back here again.
Instead, all she could do was nod numbly as the nurse led them to the waiting area.
Minutes stretched into hours. Every time a doctor walked by, Rose’s heart lurched, but they never stopped for her. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms just to keep herself grounded.
She wasn’t ready for a world without Ezme in it.
Then, finally, a doctor approached her. She stood up, so quickly that her head spun slightly. She searched the doctor’s eyes looking like a ship lost at sea, wanting to hear good news.
“Ezme’s out of surgery,” he said. “She’s stable.”
Rose felt like she could breathe again for the first time in hours. “Can I see her?”
“Soon. She’s still groggy from the anesthesia, but we’ll bring you in once she wakes up.”
Rose nodded quickly. She’d wait. She’d wait as long as she needed to—just as long as Ezme woke up. She looked down at her mother, smiling with relief, her mother returning the gesture too.
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The steady beep of the heart monitor was the first thing Rose heard when she stepped into the hospital room. It should have been reassuring, proof that Ezme was alive, stable, but all Rose could focus on was how small she looked in the hospital bed. Pale, exhausted, wires and IV lines hooked up to her, a stark contrast to the woman who always stood tall, unshakable.
Rose sank into the chair beside the bed, her hands trembling as she reached for Ezme’s. It was warm, too warm. The doctors had warned her about post-surgery fevers, saying it was common, but it didn’t make it any easier to see Ezme’s forehead damp with sweat.
She had spent hours pacing, waiting for Ezme to wake up. Thinking about what she’d say.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“You don’t get to brush things off anymore.”
But now, sitting here, watching Ezme’s chest rise and fall, Rose felt something else pressing harder against her ribs. The sheer, aching relief that she was still here at all.
She exhaled shakily, rubbing her thumb over Ezme’s knuckles. “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “Always acting like you’re invincible. Like you can just push through anything.” She let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t even tell me how bad it was. If I hadn’t pushed you to go, if I had let you walk it off like you wanted to…”
She trailed off, her throat tightening. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened.
Instead, she rested her forehead lightly against Ezme’s hand. “Just wake up, okay? So I can yell at you properly.”
It felt like hours, but eventually, Ezme stirred. A quiet groan, the faintest flutter of eyelashes. Rose bolted upright, watching as Ezme’s eyes slowly cracked open.
At first, they were unfocused, dazed. But then they found Rose, and a weak, lopsided smirk tugged at her lips. “Hey…”
Tears pricked at Rose’s eyes, but she swallowed them down. “Hey, dumbass.”
Ezme blinked sluggishly. “Hospital?”
“Yeah. Surgery. You almost didn’t make it because you’re the most stubborn person alive.”
Ezme exhaled, her smirk fading. “Shit.”
“Yeah. Shit.” Rose squeezed her hand. “We’re gonna have a long talk about this when you’re feeling better.”
Ezme didn’t argue. Didn’t roll her eyes or try to brush it off. She just looked at Rose—really looked at her, taking in the exhaustion, the red-rimmed eyes, the worry still carved into every inch of her.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, voice hoarse.
Rose let out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Yeah. You will be.”
Hi G! For a mini fic, how about a female oc of your choosing getting food poisoning on a date and their partner has to help them find a place to throw up? Like maybe they're walking around and need to find a private park or parking lot or something! Thank you!
Thank you for the request, Lis! I'm so sorry that it took me this long. Also, I went a little overboard with this because it was so fun to write, so it's probably not a mini fic anymore, lol. Anyways, this is my first fic on Rose and Ezme. Enjoy!
"You ready?" Rose asked as she walked over and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, who was fixing her hair in the mirror.
Ezme smiled as their eyes met in the mirror. "Mhm, I just don't like my hair. It won't cooperate." She frowned and dropped her hands at her side. Rose furrowed her brows, confused.
"It looks fine, darling," she said, kissing the top of her head. "I always love your hair, ma chèrie," she added, walking away. Ezme grinned and nodded, smoothing down her top and following.
They had made it to the restaurant, and Ezme had picked a Thai restaurant for them to eat at. She had ordered most of the menu because she wanted to try everything, since it was their first time trying it.
"Are you not hungry?" Ezme asked, as she noticed that Rose had hardly touched her food. Rose must've zoned out, as she was snapped back into reality hearing Ezme's voice.
She started scraping the food around on her plate. "Hm?" She answered, "What did you say?" A hiccup jolted her body, and Ezme raised her brows.
"I said, are you not hungry?" Rose didn't look up, and Ezme touched her hand. "You feeling okay, baby?" Rose sighed, looked up. Her face had become slightly pale, and she was sweating.
"Yeah, I feel fine," Ezme didn't believe her for one minute. She always knew when her girlfriend wasn't feeling well. She squinted her eyes and started monitoring her carefully.
"You know I don't believe you, right? You can't lie to save your life, babe." Rose looked her in the eyes for a second and gave up, seeing her piercing glare. She looked away and leaned back against the chair, sighing.
She burped into her fist, feeling the relief of not having to lie or hide how bad she felt. "I think the lunch I ate was bad or something," Ezme's sharp gaze softened as she realised just how bad the other woman felt.
"Are you nauseous?" Ezme's question was answered with a grimace and a nod. Rose placed her head on the table, shutting her eyes and exhaling slowly. The nausea she had been feeling since lunch was starting to increase, leaving her with this disgusting feeling in her stomach. She moaned as the silence was interrupted with a gurgle, loud enough for them both to hear.
She jumped up suddenly, her face had dropped another two shades. She muffled a wet burp against her hand and shut her eyes. Ezme turned her head and looked at her girlfriend, concerned. "What -" Before she could finish, Rose darted to the bathroom.
Ezme immediately followed her to the bathroom, concerned. She figured that Rose hardly made it as she heard liquid hit liquid and her girlfriend coughing. She found her crouched in front of the toilet with one shaky hand against the wall. Ezme's heart ached as this was a miserable image.
Rose burped up more chunky liquid into the bowl, and Ezme made a face as she heard her girlfriend make a strangled noise when more vomit forced its way up her throat, choking her. Ezme shushed her and rubbed her back as she noticed the tears streaming down Rose's face. She sniffled and wiped her hand across her mouth.
"Here baby, blow your nose." She had a piece of toilet paper in her hands, and Rose grabbed it, sniffling again.
She dropped against her girlfriend and took a deep breath before talking. "I'm sorry, I ruined our date," Ezme shook her head, dismissing her choice of words. She moved her bangs out of her face, looking down at her face.
"You just puked like crazy and you're worrying about the stupid date? I'm more worried about you right now, love." Ezme smiled as her girlfriend snuggled against her lap.
Ezme patted the top of Rose's head, "Okay, we have to get off this disgusting bathroom floor." Rose groaned and nodded slowly, agreeing. Ezme stood up and pulled Rose up off the ground, catching her as she started swaying.
They were walking back to the parking lot when Rose suddenly stopped, bracing her hands against her knees, moaning. Ezme stopped at her side, touching her back and rubbing in circles. "You gonna throw up again?" Ezme already knew the answer to that question but asked anyway. She gently pulled Rose's hair back. Without warning, Rose brought up a huge gush of vomit, which made a terrible noise coming up, causing Ezme to hold back a gag.
Rose gasped for breath as a horrible hiccup sent up another splash of liquid, joining the mess already in front of her. Rose coughed, feeling her throat burn. Ezme furrowed her brows, feeling a twinge of guilt as she couldn't do anything to help her poor girlfriend. "Holy shit baby, there's no way you can still have anything left. You're done."
Rose burped emptily and straightened up, with a hand on her stomach. "Fuck.. I'm never eating at that place again." She burped again, spitting out the saliva pooling her mouth threatening to set off her stomach again.
Ezme nodded, "I wouldn't imagine you eating there again anyway, baby. Now, can we please move away from this.. masterpiece?" She gestured towards the pool of vomit infornt of them, smiling.
"You don't appreciate my art?" Ezme rolled her eyes, and they both laughed, walking towards the car.
could you write another ezme and rose fic . Maybe one of them could have appendicitis and the other just thinks they have a bad stomachache.
Sorry this took so long, lovely! I hope it is what you asked for, too. This is a little shorter than I expected, so there will obviously be multiple parts.
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The late afternoon sunlight poured through the curtains in the small living room, reflecting on the hardwood floor. Rose was curled up on the plush couch, her fingers absently twirling a strand of her auburn hair as she scrolled through her phone. The soft clicks of her nails punctuated the peaceful atmosphere of the apartment they shared.
In the corner of the room, Ezme was seated, her feet tucked beneath her on the cushy armchair. She had a thick book splayed open on her lap, but her eyes were barely glancing at the lines of text. Instead, she was focused on the gnawing discomfort in her abdomen, a sensation she had dismissed for a few days now, attributing it to nothing more than a passing stomach ache.
Ezme had always been stubborn; that much Rose knew all too well. With her long, wavy hair and fierce green eyes, she could be an impenetrable force. Rose adored everything about her—her determined spirit, her quick wit, how she supposedly ‘never needed help’. The woman could hardly resist smiling at her girlfriend, who leaned back and threw her head back dramatically, mock-huffing over her book.
"Ezme, can you just put the book down for a second and let me give you a massage?" Rose suggested, hoping to coax her into some semblance of comfort.
With a feigned sigh, Ezme turned toward her and flashed a dismissive wave of her hand, her features twisted into a playful scowl. “No way, baby. I’m fine. Just a little tummy ache, that’s all.” She perked her lips in a pout, her attempt at appearing carefree and unbothered, not fully convincing Rose.
“Tummy ache? Since yesterday?” Rose raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. “Mon petit dragon, I don’t think that’s normal, especially for you,” she teased, her lilting accent wrapping around the words like a warm embrace.
Ezme snorted and rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face. “Whatever you say,” she responded, attempting to brush off her discomfort. She managed a burp, and both of them dissolved into laughter, the sound brightening the sleepy room.
But soon, Ezme’s laughter faded. Her hand drifted to her stomach, fingers pressing tentatively against the fabric of her shirt. The pressure intensified, tightening like a band around her midsection, and she bit her lip in discomfort.
“Seriously, Ez, I think you need to see a doctor,” Rose pressed, concern pooling in her blue eyes.
“I’m not going to a doctor for a stupid stomach ache!” Ezme shot back, her voice rising slightly. “You worry too much, babe.”
Rose let out a gentle sigh, her heart aching at the stubbornness swirling before her. “And you don’t worry enough. That’s called balance, ma chérie.”
Ezme huffed again and sat up, the movement causing another wave of discomfort to wash over her. “I’m fine, Rose. Really,” she insisted, though the strain in her voice was recognisable.
“Are you?” Rose questioned softly, determination etching her voice. The concern deepened within her chest, squeezing tighter as she moved to sit on the edge of the couch, half-turned towards her girlfriend, continuing to gauge her.
And just when she thought Ezme might relent, the moment spiralled. She doubled over, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Rose’s heart raced, a panic gripping her as she reached out instinctively to touch her shoulder.
“Ezme, hey—”
With her head bowed, Ezme groaned softly, sweeping her hands over her abdomen. “I just need… a minute,” she panted, struggling to catch her breath.
But Rose was having none of it. She gently coaxed Ezme’s arms until they were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as she nestled her chin atop her head. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. T’es ma championne, but sometimes you need to lean on someone else.”
Ezme shifted slightly, the warmth of Rose burrowing deep into her bones. Despite her façade of strength, she could feel the edges of vulnerability creep in, but she wasn't ready to admit it. “I’m fine,” she repeated, yet her stomach betrayed her with a sudden gurgle loud enough to make both of them jump.
Rose laughed softly but then quickly became serious again as Ezme’s eyes widened in discomfort. “What if it’s really bad?” Her tone was almost pleading.
But Ezme shook her head, stubbornness clashing against her pain. “I said I’m fine. Stop overreacting, Rose. You sound like a mother,” she snapped, though it was more of a reflex than a true accusation.
“Mother or not, I don’t like seeing you like this..” Rose’s voice was calm, a soothing balm to Ezme’s doubts.
But when Ezme next stood to prove her point, the pain swelled like a tidal wave, crashing through her resolve. “No—no I can’t—” Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly doubled over, this time a harsh retch escaping her.
Rose reached out instinctively, panic overtaking her as she grasped Ezme’s shoulders, guiding her towards the small bathroom just off the living room. “Sweetheart, come on, you need to—”
Just as they reached the door, Ezme lost her battle against the nausea, pulling away from Rose in a desperate attempt to make it to the toilet. She slumped to her knees, the wave of pain forcing a sob from her lips as she grasped the cool porcelain, feeling helpless.
“Ezme!” Rose cried out, feeling utterly useless as she hovered nearby, not quite knowing what to do.
“I don’t like this… I- It hurts” Ezme gasped, the obstinate warrior in her decreasing.
Rose knelt beside her, brushing the hair away from Ezme’s pale face, placing a kiss to her forehead. “I know, I know, ma chérie. I just want to help you. Please let me.”
Ezme gasped for breath, her stubbornness crumbling under the weight of pain. “Okay… okay, I’ll go…” she murmured through gritted teeth.
But Rose shook her head, holding onto her girlfriend tighter, determined to not let go. “You’re going to be okay, Ez. I’m right here,” she whispered, her heart aching as she simply cradled her girlfriend, breathing through the unfolding chaos together.
could ezme have confused her appendicitis for period pain like a lot of women do? does she get bad period pain?
Hi anon, I think maybe she could’ve, but honestly she’s just very stubborn and doesn’t want to be a burden to anyone. And no, she’s doesn’t usually get bad period pain even though if that was the case, she would’ve still forced herself to push through. I think she’s learnt that doing this hurts the people around her so, she’ll definitely change in the future.
Hi! These are my ocs names, their partners, and their backgrounds, I will make more posts about them before I start writing fics, so feel free to ask questions or send fic requests. Enjoy!
Luna Wilde: she is an only child and lost both her biological parents in a car crash when she was 15. Being the only one who survived has traumatised her, and she will forever be scarred somehow. She was then in foster care for 2 years and was adopted by two amazing people, Crystal and Damon Wilde. She became extremely close with them and adored them. She was devastated, still is, when her parents died, but she was never close with them as they were always working. She is a very loving person, and she has the brightest smile that will change anyone's mood. However, she has major trust issues, so good luck getting to know her. She is dating Daniel, and she has been for 2 years now.
Ezme Sharp: she has twin brothers, and they are her world. She lost her mother (Ella Sharp) after her brothers were born, and she has been a completely different person as she was super close with her, and they did everything together. Her father (Sebastian Maine) developed depression after her death and became very distant. Her father owns a famous business in America, which means she grew up into money. She hates the idea of this, by the way, as her mother grew up struggling with money and taught her not to be blinded by money. Ezme is very hard to connect with as she finds it difficult to open up to anyone. She hasn't fully opened up to her girlfriend Rose as she is scared to lose her, but she is learning. She is no longer close with her father, and she moved away a couple of years ago, but she still visits her brothers, which requires her to acknowledge her father. She has been with Rose for 10 months now, and she is her everything.
Rose Moreau: Rose grew up in France with her mother and brother (Georgina and Chris Moreau) they lost everything after her father left, and her brother was very sick (their father left because of this) they were unable to afford to care for him as his health detoriated, he died in their home in his sleep 2 days before he turned 18. This destroyed Rose as he was her biggest role model, not her horrible father. Shortly after, her mother was able to get a stable job with good pay, and they were able to move to the US . Her mother met someone, Juno Browne, and they got married. He became a father to her, and she adored him as he was there for them when they were struggling. She has a strong French accent but has great English as she learned the language effortlessly when she went to school. She is dating Ezme, and she has never been happier.
Daniel and Pheonix Fuentez: Daniel and Pheonix are sons of well-known people (Camilla Fuentez and Jack Wilson). Camilla was a model but is now a clothes designer, and Jack is a famous artist. They grew up in America as their mother moved from Mexico after she was married to Jack. Daniel is a very outgoing and friendly person, which his girlfriend, Luna, loves about him, but pheonix is the complete opposite. He is very introverted and likes to be alone. This makes them a little distant, but they are somewhat still close even though they aren't alike at all. Pheonix is mainly like this as he was bullied through school as he was quite open about being gay and others didn't like that. Nico, his boyfriend, brings out his personality and his beautiful smile, which is why he loves him so dearly (he is going to marry that man)
Nico Kim: Nico has had quite a rough childhood as his father from his mothers first marriage (Sooka Min) was very abusive and later turned out to be homophobic. She left him as he was toxic and didn't accept Nicos sexuality when he came out. She then married an amazing man (Mark Logan), and she is happier, Nico now has a 6 year old sister, and she is the cutest thing ever. He will do anything to protect her as an older brother as he wants her to have a good childhood. He has been dating Pheonix for 3 years, and he is head over heals in love with him.
@bellysoupset @lisupandowntown I tried! I hope you like them 😪
