| MADE OF STEEL |

z a kari j. kolton ; 39. professional boxer | trainer. brother. father. f a m i l y man. and NEVER mistake kindnessfor w e a k n e s s. KINDNESS is a s t r e n g t h in an unkind world.

[zakolton]

iMessage 💬 OPEN

Zak: Settle something for me..

Zak: If you owe an apology, isn't food usually one of the best ways to get there?

Zak: Because I was told a new pet and possibly a shopping spree would do better.

Zak: And now I just feel like I'm being black mailed.

Zak: Food has always been the go-to winner. When the hell did that stop working?

[zakolton]

---- ASHER MASON;

**

Asher wondered idly if he still had his wedding ring; he didn’t remember pawning it, but it had been tucked in the back of a drawer so long, he’d doubt he’d even notice if someone stole it. “Nah, man, keep your money. My tastes are too expensive.” It was a joke, obviously, if his rather humble surroundings were anything to go by. But it was clean, if nothing else — a spartan sanctuary that reminded Asher everyday of how far he’d come. He’d constructed the wall of bookshelves himself, a beautiful red beechwood that complemented the sole couch in the living room. His kitchen was cluttered, but functional, with a small island to him to prepare his meal. He didn’t invite many people back to his home; not because he was ashamed, but because it meant so much to him. 

“I do like brownie points,” he hedged. Not many would expect Asher Mason of having a soft spot for children, but he’d always envisioned having a whole brood of them. “Nah, you keep it for him. I suppose I haven’t had you around for a while, but I’ve been experimenting with brewing. I’ve got a growler in the fridge. After dinner, I’ll have to show you the set up…. Where’s the little man tonight, by the way?” 

“Of course --- only the best for you, Mason. Don’t be out here settling for less.” Zak stated, although aware that Asher’s taste wasn’t nearly that expensive, as nor was his. “Great, because I have more then enough brownie points to hand out at any give moment. All you gotta do is play your cards right, my pal.” He shook his head at the comment, not quite sure when the last time hes seen Asher. He knew it wasn’t that long ago, but it had been a moment, he was glad to see the guy was doing okay. “Now that’s something I’d like to see, hell I’m free right now, just point me the way. I can be your best critic.” Zak smiled softly as he mentioned his son, his heart pinging at the fact that he was, in fact, missing his child tonight. “With Oma, and Ariah.” He answered, “They wanted him for the night, and well, there really isn’t saying no to them.” It was slightly odd to him how his grandmother had spent her entire life raising children, and still took any chance she could get to be around them. Not that he was complaining, by any means, though. And truthfully, EJ was the first child in which Melinda Kolton could fully play the grandmother role, that had to be refreshing to her. “And you know, he loves it over there, --- and why wouldnt he? He can get away with anything when he’s there. He even has his aunt’s own friends at his call.” That was the thing about his son, he seemed to be capable of gaining anyone’s affection. “What are you up to tonight?”

[providencepeakrp]

ZAKARI KOLTON

age: 38.

gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him.

neighborhood: claret park.

occupation: professional boxer and trainer.

fc: jason momoa.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings: murder, substance abuse, imprisonment.

Zakari Aka was born on a cold January night, in the hood of New York City, to a young girl who was barely sixteen and homeless, and a father who split soon after hearing the news of a pregnancy. This wouldn’t seem good for the young mother, and her newborn son. Only, there would seem to come a blessing, in the most unlikely of forms. Nalani Aka’s son’s biological father’s family? That’s right. Mikael Kolton’s younger brother and mother stepped up to help the woman and child he had left behind, in order to follow his own desires. Allowing Nalani to continue on with her schooling, and make something out of herself. Something her and her young son could be proud of. And for years to come, that was exactly what happened. She went through school, and became a nurse at a local hospital that paid fairly well. Her son never had to feel as though he went without. Although things were still pretty tight around the house. And they both had the support and love from a family they never thought would be. Zak had found his first couple of years surrounded by two strong women, and a father figure better than his own. There really was nothing more he could’ve asked for. Nalani Aka, a woman who grew into her own, never really found time outside of work or raising her son, to date. Or even really pay much attention to the opposite sex. She figured love just wasn’t something that’d be in the cards for her. How wrong she’d end up being, when she found herself confronted by a truth she’d never quite imagine. Elijah Kolton, her son’s father’s not too much younger brother, had confessed his love for her. At first, this wasn’t something she cared to even humor, finding the whole idea funny. It wouldn’t be long until she’d realize just how important this man had become to her, how important his friendship had become to her. And that she too hadn’t wanted to live without him.

It would turn into this winded love affair, one that just seemed so right, and by the time Zak was fifteen, they both sat him down and announced that they’d be getting married. This was news that excited the young male, even more so when Elijah asked him if he’d be okay with him adopting him. This was a no brainer, after all, Elijah had been his father for as long as he could remember. Within half a year, the pair would be married, and Zak would officially be a Kolton. Everything seemed like it was perfect, and for a long time it was. At sixteen, the news of a new addition would fill the Kolton household. Soon a little baby girl would be entering the world, blessing them all with her presence. A little girl that they’d name Armani Kolton. Zak would turn out to be the doting big brother, always there to help in any way he possibly could. Even long after he graduated, and began college. It’d be at the age of twenty-tone when everything the Kolton family seemed to work for would come crashing down around them. Zak had been in class when he got the call, and missing it would be something that came to haunt him for awhile. Twenty-six missed calls, and twelve text messages. Elijah had been killed. In a robbery gone wrong at a local gas station. His little sister had been there to witness it. Nothing seemed real, nothing was okay. To make matters worse, they’d all come to find out that Nalani Kolton was pregnant with her third baby. Only a few weeks along. And now three kids without a father.

The birth of Arlo Kolton was nothing short of a miracle, of course, but it was hard to go through with. Knowing that Elijah wouldn’t be there to welcome his daughter home. Zak had started withdrawing from school, finding himself in the gym more and more each day. The grief he felt did better against that of a punching bag, than it did against notes and text books. Despite his pain, however, he made sure to be there for his sisters. Especially Armani who wasn’t herself anymore. Considering she had been there to watch her father get killed. But what no one expected was the fall Nalani Kolton would take. One night, at work, she had stolen a few pills from one of her patients. The next night, a few more, and then a couple more. Eventually the hospital had realized this, especially after she didn’t seem like herself anymore. She was asked to resign, and with this she did, before fading completely into the streets of New York. Her interest less and less in her children had become known to Zak, and his grandmother. Of course, this was her grief. It wouldn’t be long before the mother of three would find herself hard into drugs to numb whatever she was feeling. Causing a lot of the responsibilities for her kids to fall upon her oldest and her mother-in-law.

One day while he was at the gym, he’d find himself coming head to head with a top-grade trainer. One that wanted to know if he’d have any interest in taking up a fight, the cash bonus being almost too good to pass up. It didn’t take much to convince the young male, and therefore, he began dipping his toe in the waters of martial arts. Whatever might’ve seemed like a promising future, would be destroyed when he’d find himself with his hands over his head, and a gun pointed at his head. Arrested in a drug bust that hadn’t had anything to do with him, in the first place. Always being the kid who looked out for the ones he loved, he found himself constantly trying to help his mother. Rehabs, breaking up drug deals, whatever, you name it. Aware that it wasn’t ever the smartest idea, but he knew that this person wasn’t his mother, and he wanted her to snap out of it. Elijah wouldn’t have wanted to see her like this. Therefore, he found himself taking the fall for a raid in which his mother had been at fault for. Giving him ten years in prison, with good behavior, he was out in eight. When he was released, it’d be his grandmother and youngest sister, now almost eleven, welcoming him with open arms. While his other sister sat in the car, angry that he left. He promised he wouldn’t leave. Everyone always leave.

The small family would come to relocate to Providence Peak, Col, where his grandmother had moved after she gained custody of the girls, in an attempt for a new start. As far as where Nalani Kolton was? This was anyone’s guess. Over a decade since he had been released from prison, Zak has hit the gym harder than ever, determined to better his life. His fight for a better life, for a dream he thought he had lost so long ago, would make it’s real appearance within the last year. Everything changing for him for the best, as the money rolls in, and his success in the box goes highly noticed, only building his profile. Despite his success, he still remains rather humble, and close to home where his sisters and grandmother are, who are just as equally proud of him. For him, there is no where to go, but up.

With his heart being as big as it is, always, Zak found himself intertwined with a woman that had quite her troubling steaks. The relationship at times, rather toxic. Off and on, the pairing would go for a little over a year, up until she ended up pregnant. After the birth of their son, Elijah Jordan “EJ”, she would disappear, leaving son and father together. Despite not liking the boys mother, but any means, the Kolton family adores the hell out of EJ.

written by: mati.

[jasonmomoaonline]

“So we lie, we cheat. You get a promotion, and I get prison. God bless America.”

Jason Momoa as Phillip Kopus The Red Road (Season 2, 2015)

[garhedlund]

[zakolton]

FOR: @maddiehawthxrne​

He’d immediately ring the door bell the second his foot reached the front of the blonde’s door, followed by obnoxious knocking of both fists against the flat surface. The second the door flew open, Zak beamed down at her, towering over her in the process. “Hey, Mads, I need a favor.” He commented immediately, before pushing pass her into her house, as the ever so friendly neighbor he was. If anything, she did this same exact shit to him, so it only felt right, this was their dynamic at this point. He glanced around the entry way, before his full glare fell directly upon her, “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” He asked, “Benji’s not about to come out and fight me, is he?” Not that he’d care if he was interrupting anything at this particular moment. “If you are, I swear -- I’m out in 10 minutes, but if you’re free --- if you’re free, -- that’s even better.” Something about the grin he’d give her felt mischievous. “I’m also kinda hungry --” He stated, as he headed towards the kitchen, “I haven’t been shopping this week, and the last stop at the store fell short---” He cleared his throat, as he shook off the reasoning behind that. He most definitely didn’t wanna think about that right now. “I’m out of a lot of shit, so you got any snacks here? Preferably sweet and salty, you know --- like my soul.”

[zakolton]

 FOR: @bennett-miller​

“So -- listen to this--” Zak begins, as he barged into the room, at this point, quite possibly too comfortable with the male he had full intent of disturbing. “I was on the phone with Armani today.” He informed the other, although, aware that that really meant nothing to Bennet at this very moment. It wasn’t odd for Zak to be on the phone with his sister, no news worthy information there. “And she’s doing good, really getting into her classes. She can’t stand a teacher or two, but what else is expected in higher education.” At this point, he was intentionally drawing this out, “And she proceeds to tell me that she has to write a report on someone she finds admirable.” He paused, allowing that simple, none interesting, statement to hang in the air before them for a moment too long. At a point, it could’ve almost seem like he was done with his conversation, but there was something radiating off of him that would tell anyone around him that he was, in fact, not. 

Then he finally began speaking again, “And naturally, I think she’s talking about me, because who’s more admirable and interesting then her big brother---” Some would say that was a conceded thought, but in many ways, he was just those things. “And then she proceeded to ask me --- you think Bennet would be willing to sit down and do a quick interview with me?” Finally getting to his point of the interruption, “So, I just want you to know that you’re now her official big brother, because I’ve disowned her.” For a moment, it’d truly seem like he was serious, until her blurted out laughing at how dramatic he was. “Okay, nah, that was ridiculous, I really should’ve been an actor---” A comment made to him a time or two in the past. “This is my way of asking you for her, cause we all know how much she loves you, and would truly appreciate it. Also -- lets not tell her about this, because she’s already aware her brother’s an idiot.”

[zakolton]

---- EDUARDO SANCHEZ;

+

“Last night – decided life as a mechanic is just not paying the damn bills.” The fact that he was able to name more than just one female just proved how social he had been lately. Not something that he was a fan of but alas now he could tell his boss that he wasn’t withering in his old pretend life and what not. As if they actually cared, but that was not a rabbit hole that he wanted to go down especially now with them. Considering the situation that Rachel was finding herself in he really took a pause before answering but proceeded nevertheless because when did anything truly ever stop the man? “I think she is married – or divorced – she has a husband but he’s never around so I don’t know if he’s made up or if he is just doing the fuck boy trend of the new century.” Nowadays no one wanted to have a serious relationship. Everyone was more into those situtionship that Will Smith had mentioned in the past year. “I think selling an engagement ring that you were going to use is some kind of bad luck and I already have enough of that in my corner I am going to just put a pause on that whole mess.” He replied as he reasoned out why he wasn’t in a rush to pawn the ring that he had gotten five years ago for Andi. Not that many people actually knew how close he had gotten to get down on one knee; and no one would ever know. That was just the way that he liked it. “I vote for Pacnho. It’ll give him a good head start for the new year and I think we might even get some good karma to head our way – something that we both clearly need.” Considering the fact that they were having this talk – well that spoke volumes. “Yeah – we should leave Rachel alone. You’ll probably end up torturing that poor woman and then I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“Hmm, and matching making is definitely a money’s game. I mean, who wouldn’t pay for love.” He commented, slightly sarcastic, but the statement for sure held some truth. “That’s not very love matching of you there, Ed. You’re supposed to make love some more appealing then that, and being the revenge fuck isn’t usually that appealing.” Not that Zak was necessarily against that, at this point, even he could say fuck love. There was truly not too many people who respected the idea, and while he held respect for it, himself, if his past thought him anything; it was that he needed to put that aside. “Do you? Because I definitely feel like saving the engagement ring you were gonna use is a form of bad luck.” He stated, “Either way, you’re up shit’s creek, just better off not getting a ring at all.” Did he really believe that? No, but once again, lessons in life. “I vote Pacnho as well. Possibly some good karma, and if not, what the fuck is it gonna hurt? Clearly not the ex bride and groom to be.” Well -- maybe it did hurt them a little, but from what Zak could gather from the encounter that left him with a unwanted engagement ring, that couple had bigger problems. He arched a brow, followed by a scoff, “Wow, I’m a catch, Eduardo.” Zak commented, “If anything, you’d hear about things that would torture you, but for her, they’d be a fun and good.” How the hell he ended in a position where it now sounded like he was trying to sell himself to the male for a hook up, he wasn’t all that sure. “Wait -- that felt like some reverse psychology shit.” Not that he truly believed Eduardo had any real interest in playing cupid. “A drink and some greasy ass food is better then trying to find love any day.”

[unclefather]

[zakolton]

---- RONI GARCIA;

…

The brunette felt as though she’d entered an alternative universe. Maybe a look into her future if she’d chosen to wait for the man who had gone to prison in the middle of their relationship. Well, she’d promised him that she was going to but the reality hit harder than expected. Roni wasn’t suited to be a girlfriend who waited around for her convict boyfriend. The storyline was a lot hotter on paper then living it and trying to pay bills on her own. Shamefully, it hadn’t taken her long to jump ship and visit him one last time to tell him that she would no longer be showing up nor would she be around when he returned. Her father had been a criminal and she knew that one time in jail never started or ended with one. She needed out. But the man that was with his son seemed a lot different; a lot healthier and livelier than the last time she’d seen him. Not only because orange washed him out. The little boy was a spitting image of him. A son he’d had with someone else. This could have been her. An unsettling thought for countless of reasons she was too stunned to process in the moment. 

A good decade. He’d been out and gone for a decade. Part of her wondered why he hadn’t come to find her if he loved her so much but she knew how selfish a thought it was. Not that Roni was anything but selfish. He should have come. Mainly because she would have given him and she only knew that by how her entire body felt like it could shatter at any second. He’d always made her weak in the knees. The ever so confident brunette reduced to a mess of nerves. A few years had felt like a lifetime. Not even a few years, a few months. Sucking in a deep breath, she straightened her shoulder to give some kind of indication that she wasn’t completely taken aback by his person. “It wasn’t what I signed up for.” The brunette told him again, echoed from those many years ago. Even if she missed him, she couldn’t regret a decision she’d made so long ago. She wouldn’t allow herself to do that because there was no changing the past and wishing for that was torture she wouldn’t put herself through. Her eyes rolled but she could feel her stomach drop slightly when he described how fuckable he was. She knew. Did she ever know from experience. Even now, looking at him, she knew. More than that, she hated that she knew. Her eyes moved back to his son then, tightening her own grasp on her cart. “What are you doing here?” It was all she could muster. Almost as if he was in the wrong for being in this town and making her life hell while at it. Yes, making her life hell by just being here, right now. 

She smirked at the little boy who reprimanded his father. “Why have a wife or girlfriend when you’ve got a son who can keep you in your place. I guess much hasn’t changed.” She was only assuming he wasn’t attached given the lack of ring on his finger and how reluctant parents normally were to bring their children to the grocery store unless they had to. While he was busy with his son, she watched him. Her heart raced and her slick palms almost slick off of the cart while she took him in. Why was he here? More importantly, when was he leaving town because whenever it was, it wasn’t going to be soon enough. “I’m not. I’m fine. I’m just wondering why you aren’t in New-York?” Reaching for a box of cookies, she tore it open and ate. Stress eating at its finest.

If Zak was honest with himself, he wasn’t as mad about the situation with Veronica as he was once. If anything, he could see her side in it. This, however, took time. It had definitely not been an overnight thing, and he most definitely remembered how angry and hurt he was when she last visited him. But in the end, he was aware that he was the one who fucked up first. Which was a true character flaw-- and one he had tried to work on; helping people save themselves when they weren’t concerned with that same mission. He should’ve never went to prison, he should’ve never been in that drug house. That was his fault, and it took him some time to realize that. His own mother forced that realization upon him when he last saw her. If anything, she may still be alive if he allowed fate to place handcuffs on her instead of him that night. And maybe he wouldn’t have lost her, maybe life would’ve been different, and they would’ve been happy. Or maybe, it would’ve still ended down the line, possibly when she finally got bored. 

“No, no. you didn’t.” He responded, giving her that one, entirely. “But I also don’t think you even knew what you signed up for.” Maybe because it was so long ago, but that part of him, that life -- it felt like an entirely different one. And it was a weird feeling, looking at Veronica -- she was most definitely one of the last people who knew that life. She knew his family, she knew his uncle, his mother, she saw the happy side of them, and they all loved her. But it wasn’t the happy and lively side that build a lifetime connection. It was how one dealt with the ugly that came with life, in which, the ugly swung fast and hard. And as most do in life in such situations, they sunk. “Oh -- I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you being raised here, meant you own the town.” He spoke in a questioning manner, but his words fell out of his mouth in statement form; cold and sharp.

He followed her glance down at his son, his body tensing up more as smirked; EJ fully over the meeting between the two, therefore retreating back to the learning game on the screen. “yeah -- what can I say? Something’s gotta give when you don’t pick the best person to try and make a life with.” He tossed back, “And I gotta admit, kids are a lot less flakey.” That was probably the best part about choosing parenthood over most -- the kid was yours, and they’d always be yours. A little piece of your heart walking outside your body. He scoffed as she snapped back at him, his eyes following her as she grabbed a box of cookies and began eating. “Hmm, yeah, that stress eating saying something a little different.” He stated, growing silent as he watched her, eyes piercing her intensely. It was weird-- how someone could change some much, yet none at all. She was still beautiful, there was no denying that. There was a small ache in the pit of his chest as he remembered how he believed she was always going to be apart of his life. How he had wanted to marry her, and grow together. That had been the plan, and it was quite unpleasant to be faced with the fact that it hadn’t and would never have been that way. He thought about not answering her question, only briefly, but decided to anyways, “My grandmother and sisters moved out here sometime after I was sentenced. They needed a new start, and when I was released, I knew I needed one too, and I wanted to be with them.” 

This didn’t mean that he forgot that Roni mentioned that this place was her stomping grounds, nor that he hadn’t caught himself up a bit on her after his released. “Gotta admit, didn’t think I’d see you around here, though. Last I heard, you were traveling, quite a lot. Finally ran out of places to go, and men to tolerate?” He asked, “Or are you just in for a visit?” Maybe she was here to see her aunt, he did remember that part as well. Which in that case, he was sure meant she’d be out of her soon enough. 

[zakolton]

---- KENNY DAVIS;

…

She could understand that. Relationships were a fickle thing and sometimes there weren’t any rhyme or reason for why they began to ended. All that mattered was that he seemed to be doing good. He had an healthy son and wasn’t struggling money wise so it seemed that it could be worse. She looked over at the ring and nodded her head. He had a point. “There’s ways of looking at things, babe. You can see it as being a ring that was thrown at you but maybe it’s the universe giving you a sign.” Now she was fucking with him. Ken didn’t believe in bigger pictures and the universe telling them one thing. Well, not usually. Especially not when it came to finding a piece of jewelry. He could do whatever he wanted with the ring at the end of the day because she didn’t care too much about it and touching it might be some bad karma for her. Especially since her last marriage didn’t work and she wasn’t rushing to the aisle right now. “Playing dirty was something I used to do when I was in my twenties and I thought I had left that behind but you might be right.” She was surrounded by big players now and if she couldn’t beat them, maybe she should join them. They were bigger than her little shelter and she’d need some leverage to make sure they didn’t try to fuck with her. It helped that she was a good lawyer but otherwise, they might see her as an easy target. The idea of Zak’s son being full of energy was entertaining because it was just like his father. “Seems like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Can you keep up with him or are you running out of fuel in your old age?” The blonde teased, nudging him playfully. The idea of him running around with an hammer was cute in theory until he would start to practice his new skill on everything he could find. “Might want to put away anything that’s fragile for a little while. It’s a nightmare waiting to happen, sounds like.” An hammer through the tv or a window would be her bet. Ken was amused when he clutched his hand to his chest in some dramatic. She smiled at him and then flashed him a little pout when he looked at her. “I could call you other things but that might not be appropriate.” There was no denying he was an attractive man and she was certain that many people reminded him of that. Leaning forward, she planted a kiss upon his forehead. “For that broken heart of yours.” When she leaned back into her seat, she smiled at him. It was nice to know that he was rooting for her and ensuring that she was happy. For the most part, she was. “That means a lot and you know that I’m rooting for you too. I’d probably hurt someone who ever made you feel anything other than happy. Just give me some names.” Despite being smaller, she was scrappy and had a mean right hook. “I’m always down to eat and drink. I know you’ve got a kid to go back home but I can drink for two. All you’ll have to do is call a cab and maybe help me in there because I’m probably going to be sitting around and watching a lot — eating and drinking.” At least while he did a lot of the demolition. Right now though, she’d eat to her hearts content alongside him.

“Oh? You think?” Now he knew she was fucking with him. While he could believe in the universe sending messages, this was definitely not one of them. But he could play along for the time being, “So, the universe is telling me to settle down? Well -- I hate to say this, but it’s a little late. The Kolton girls have been on that kick for at least 6 years now.” He stated, “Although, honestly, at this point, I think they’re just happy I didn’t marry Taylor.” He didn’t think that, he knew that. Those three absolutely hated her, and truthfully, her leaving only gave them more reason to hate her. They loved and lived for that. “I did kinda do what they asked, though -- I just... did it a little backwards. But, truly, that’s just tradition in the family.” Babies definitely seemed to always come first, and someone would always be a single parent. Some traditions really do get passed down. But truthfully, his son settled him down quite a bit, and none of them could deny that. “Damn right, Davis.” He gave a firm nod, “Sometimes if you wanna get ahead, you gotta play dirty. You seem too nice, and they will eat you whole. Beat them at their game, but don’t become them.” This was a lesson he most definitely learned the hard way, and it was also a lesson that was easily screwed up if said person didn’t watch their step. He knew that Kenny looked like a nice girl, and could, in fact, be just a nice as she looked. But he also knew that those were the kind of people that should be watched out. Most of the time, they didn’t even know what kind of power they had, and he suspected nothing less for the blonde. He chuckled at the question, feeling rather defeated at the answer, he shook his head few times, almost unwilling to answer the question -- or maybe, having a hard time finding the right words. “----Depends on the day, Kenny, truly depends on the day. Sometimes he has my ass beat, and other days -- I can play at this level.” He was, at least, grateful for those some days. “Apple definitely did fall far from the tree.” For Zak, this was a blessing. “Oma thinks its hilarious, because he reminds her so much of me when I was his age. She likes to remind me that payback’s a bitch, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Exactly-- this doesn’t mean he doesn’t find other things just as effective tho. I’ve done replaced a thing or two already.” The hammer truly scared him in the sense of harm to his son, then to the objects around. Even more so since EJ seemed to have a ridiculously high tolerance to physical pain, which wasn’t as much a blessing as someone would think. “oh, is that right?” He asked, arching his brow at the suppressed comment due to supposed inappropriateness. “Hmm, let me guess---” He offered up, usually aware of what that meant. “You either about to call me every name in the book, or you were about to sound like one of the ‘fangirls’ I get under any one of my Instagram posts.” It was truly either one of those majority of the time, either people thought he was a jackass, or they were explaining how they’d fuck him. Not that he thought that that was entirely were the blonde was going, but it was usually one of those extremes with him. He smiled softly as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the forehead; a comforting gesture, and it was appreciated. “thanks, Ken Ken. it’s appreciated.” He assured her, before giving her a brief shake of his head, “But my heart isn’t as broken as it has been. Life goes on, and I learned a long time ago that you got your ass up, and you kept it pushing.” It sounded cliche, but there was never anything more truthful. “The same can be said to you, I’ve also learned a few tricks on how to hide a body.” A miracle time in prison could be in such cases. “I do like Atlas, though, so, I do hope it won’t be his.” or anyone’s for that matter, but if that was the cards life dealt, then so be it. “Oh? Is that right?” He asked, “Fine, I can do that. But I will have a drink, or two. Unlike some -- no names, --- I can most definitely handle my liquor.” He teased, winking at her, in the process. “You got me fucked up, Ken, Ken, if you think I’m not going to partake in either of these things, as equally or near close to.”

[zakolton]

---- AVERY CHOPRA;

“Perfect, I’ll give you the recipes as soon as possible. They’re great stuff. I can also give you some recipes that would work wonders for that mane and beard of yours as well,” she teased warmly. Avery smiled gently. “Cheeky bastard,” she mused, letting out a breathless laugh. Yet she leaned in as well, appreciating his brief moment of comfort as their foreheads touch. “But you’re my favourite cheeky bastard. Just don’t tell my other favourite cheeky bastards that you’re number one. I don’t want them to get jealous.” However, she allowed her walls to fall down a little bit. To allow herself to be more vulnerable with him in that moment. “Thanks, Zee. I just… I just really miss Mars. More than anything.” She was doing the right thing and she knows that. Her son was safe with her parents and he was better off with them than her currently. Her lips pressed together. Avery looked down at her ring, toying with it slightly. Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time she’s been in love. But this was the first time that she pushed through her fear and allowed herself to be happy. To pursue something that she wanted and to be happy, especially after years of making mistakes and bad choices. Which was why she couldn’t understand how she allowed herself to let Percy and her marriage slip through her fingers. Nodding, she looked up at him. Shrugging before smiling. “Pawn it. And then maybe, use that money to take EJ and I to the arcade. That would be fun, now wouldn’t it be?” Laughing, Avery shook her head. Eyebrows raising while she smiled with amusement. “First off, I’m not exactly ‘ladylike’ to begin with. And second off… I’m sorry, did you just call yourself a god? Am I hallucinating right now, buddy boy?”

“The cheekiest.” He responded, with ease, more then accepting to such a label. The sharp grin upon his features would fade all so slightly, yet, still remaining rather playful; “Wait a damn minute, what if I want them to be jealous?” He asked, arching a sly brow, “I strive to be number one, Chopra. I am simply not satisfied until everyone knows it.” While his tone was playful, and hardly one to be taken serious, there was, in fact, some truth behind that statement. Losing his entire joking manner as the mention turned onto her son. Aware that this was a sensitive subject for her, and truthfully, he couldn’t blame her. “I know, Aves, I know.” While he, himself, did not firsthand, and honest to God, he hoped he never would; he knew how much he missed his own kid when he was away on work. He placed a hand on Avery’s shoulder, gently rubbing as a gesture of comfort. His own mind not being able to help but wonder how a mother couldn’t -- miss their child. Even if they, themselves, had made mistakes, how they didn’t in the end want to try to be better for their children. His own mother -- Nalani Kolton had been a wonderful mother to her only son, despite being so young when she had him. But the same couldn’t be said for her two daughters; who truly hardly had any memories of her, which Zak was grateful for. But he knew not having that was hard on his sisters. And then his mind went to Taylor. The sadness he felt turned into anger; his son would know the same feeling. And he simply couldn’t understand how she didn’t miss her own son, or care enough about him to heal herself, to be the mother he deserved. When she suggested pawning the ring, he tilted his head slightly, brows cocking up in consideration of the idea. The negative emotions he felt were quickly replaced with amusement as she followed up her idea with another one as to what to do with the money. A single flat chuckle escaped his throat, “Is that right?” He asked, “Fine, I can dig that. Under one condition, you’re the one that has to break the kid’s heart when its time to leave.” Zak offered back, arching a single brow in curiosity, “And if you don’t want to do that, then I should warn you that an arcade visit with my 2 year old is gonna look like a full day adventure, and I do mean full day. Those kind of places are one hundred percent like Disney land for him.” Zak was absolutely the same way when he was a child, so, of course, it made sense. “Does that sound like fun to you?” He questioned, “And definitely not, I don’t think you and I would get along as well if you were.” Zak admitted, wholeheartedly, “I swear like a trucker, drink like one, too, and my main career involves beating on people until one of us leaves the ring severely hurt. Not too many ladylike women who vibe with that.” He shrugged at the God comment, “I said what I said.”

[zakolton]

---- RONI GARCIA;

who: @zakolton

where: local supermarket

Roni had rushed out of home to get things she was missing for a mug cake she’d seen online. It was a weird craving after a week of no sweets and despite knowing she shouldn’t be making it, she couldn’t help but need it. Of course she’d heard that Zak had gotten out of jail and he had a kid, but she’d done her very best to avoid him throughout all the years. If she saw him out of the corner of her eye, she turned around. Normally, she wasn’t in town for longer than a week at a time so she didn’t have to worry much until recently. Her aunt’s accident had made Providence Peak her permanent residence. 

Now, she’d been so busy with things that she hadn’t even remembered him until her cart hit something hard and she lifted her eyes to meet his familiar chocolate hues. Followed by the pair of another child, making her fingers turn into a white grip around her cart. Cruelty was her defense and none were higher than with someone who had seen every fibre of her being and had once known her like the back of his hands. “They let you out.” She heard herself say before she could stop herself. It felt like yesterday, watching him being taken away and then visiting him to tell him she would not be coming back and he would likely never see her again. But here he was; the ghost of her past. “Someone let you procreate.” The child was cute and she suddenly felt ill. He had a kid with someone. All of a sudden, she couldn’t think of one coherent excuse to leave, stumbling over her words until she felt her face turn red.

If there was one particular domestic task Zak hated the most, it had to be hands down grocery shopping. While he preferred to be the one to get the groceries, simply because he knew what he needed in the house; especially during training season, it still didn’t cease the fact that it was a tedious experience. Proven even more so by the toddler who also preferred to be anywhere else but. After a few first failed attempts, Zak learned fairly early that an iPad was, in fact, a godsend. While he remembered damming parents who allowed their children to be glued to such electronics, he realized that until you had the child, and experienced the situation in which such devices are called for, then you simply had no room to comment. The little boy often peeking over the screen at his father, and giggling, while carrying on a conversation that was half with his father, and half to the talking screen. Zak following along with simple phrases, to indicate he was listening. Grabbing a box of Spiderman fruit gummies off the shelf, he’d aim to throw it into the back of the cart, but would be interrupted by his child grabbing the box out of his hand, and securing it tightly against his side, “Mine.”  

“Yeah, buddy -- they’re yours.” He assured, before then continuing out of the aisle. With no real awareness of what made be coming around the corner, simply just assuming it was clear, as his attention was on the surrounding food options; his attention would be brought back to the cart after it crashed into that of someone else’s. “Oh oh!” The toddler shouted, as he looked over his shoulder at whatever caused the sudden vibration through the cart. With apologetic sincerity, he looked up at the individual, “I’m so s--” And just as he began talking, the recognition of the other quickly shut him up, his soften features immediately harden, and his chest tighten. He truly never expected to see this woman again, and the knowledge that he was, in fact, doing just that left him silent for a moment too long. And then he found his words, “Yeah -- good decade ago.” straightforward,  matter of fact, -- sharp. “It wasn’t a life sentence, babe. Although, I guess I could see why a few years would seem like a life to you.” At the mention of his son, Zak’s knuckles tighten around the handle of the shopping cart, his jaw clenching -- “You seem surprised, although, I don’t know why.” He pushed out, “Then again -- let may not be the best verb.” Zak added in a few seconds later, his posture rigid, “Procreating isn’t what most people think about when they’re fuckin’ -- they’re just fuckin’. And I am quite fuckable. Selfishness, lust, the whole kabang --- you know.” While EJ was hands down the best thing to have happened to the man, it would be a lie to say he had been even remotely planned. 

“Bad word, daddy!” A sweet voice broke in on his stiff state, glancing down, his features soften, as a brief smile caused his features. “You right kid, sorry.” He responded, calmly, as he released his hands from the handle of the cart, only then realizing how his knuckles ached. Softly placing them on either side of his son’s face, he leaned forward and gave the little boy a raspberry kiss against his forehead; a screeching laughter escaping EJ, as he pushed his dad away. Playfully the boy rubbed at his forehead, as Zak reluctantly looked back up at Roni, his features quickly souring again. “what’s the manner, Veronica? You look like you see a ghost.”

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As I slipped out my bed, to your crib I crept Touched your head gently, felt my heart melt Cause I know I loved you more than life itself Then to my knees, and I begged the Lord please Let me be a good daddy, all he needs Love, knowledge, discipline too I pledge my life to you

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---- REN SANCHEZ;

               “You bet your ass it’s your lucky day, Kolton.” A smirk easily and effortless forming against her lips as he toyed with the idea. All in light hearted jest, of course. “Well, you call me Renny one more time, and you can consider it a ‘no’, my friend. But, aside from that, it’s looking good for you.” It wasn’t a yes. It wasn’t a no. Typical Ren fashion, really. A wink playfully directing itself in the larger male’s direction.

               “Again with the ‘Renny’? It’s like you want me to punch you, Zakari.” A roll of her eyes followed at the mention of Bridezilla’s, and of course the nickname he seemed to be sporting for the brunette. An uncommon one. One that apparently only he was accustomed to using these days. “Bitch, please. If I get married, I’d rather not deal with the dramatics.” It wasn’t her style. None of it really. A woman of simple tastes, for she had never been one to experience much else, thanks to her family situation. In fact, simple was putting it generously. “If anyone’s re-thinking this decision, it’s me. And I’ve not even said yes yet.”

               And there he went. Pissing her off further. “Zak, if you don’t order your food within the next five minutes, that ring isn’t going to be the only thing thrown around today.” An obvious glare in his direction, before fingertips began tapping away at the table they shared. 

“Lets see how long I play my cards right then, huh?” He thought out loud, “Should we put up an estimate now? See who wins the bet?” Oh, he was more then aware that he was not about to play his card correctly, and he knew she knew that, too. Come on, this was him, after all. “so far so good -- Sanchez.”

“What can I say, Renny? I like it rough.” If that wasn’t the damn truth. “Just make sure if you swing, you make it a good one. There ain’t too many who can leave a worth while mark on me.” Grant it, the black eye was a true classic, they could never go wrong with that one. And he sported it quite well, if he said so himself. “Ooh, then you’re definitely talking to the wrong one. You know I’m all about the dramatics. The bigger, the better.” There was some truth to that, but over all, that wasn’t it. “I leave you rethinking every conversation you have with me. It’s all apart of the charm, Renny.” 

And there it was; music to his ears. Why? He wasn’t sure. He always found joy in pissing her off, then again, he simply just enjoyed testing his luck. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out over his head, resting interlocked hands on top of his head; he eyed her, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I’ve gotta ask -- are you threatening to toss food at me, or at you threatening to toss me around?” He asked, quite enthused with that last one. “Because I gotta admit, I’d pay to see that one.”