angelway

[angelway]

danillablnco​:

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DANI hasn’t gotten involved in many of the drama because she isn’t apart of the club and the issues that arose. Her estranged husband had been and still was apart of the club but those were her only ties to them. She’d heard enough to know that maybe having a simple day be repeated was lucky for her. At least she didn’t have to face down the barrel of a gun or something like that. “That’s good. Have you been succeeding or are you still trying?” Dani liked to think that sometimes life had other plans and no matter how someone tried to be, bad things came to them. “I don’t know. Do you ever feel stuck sometimes? Like people are moving on around you but you’re still there. I don’t want a family to define me but I’d… like a family.” Something to look forward to, maybe the idea of children one day.

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“Still trying,” Angel admits with a laugh she can’t quite help, smiling as she tucks her hair behind her ear, “I will say, though. I’m doing a pretty good job at it.” And it’s the truth. Things have been good, and it’s finally as if she’s able to catch her breath. However, she’s not stupid. She knows better than to believe just because things are good now that they’ll be good always. Trouble don’t last always, but neither does peace. “Oh?” Angel says, slightly taken aback by the mention of wanting a family. Sure, they’re sorta friends. They’ve had their run-ins, but there’s still so much about Dani she doesn’t know - her interests, her desires, her aches. “Aren’t you kinda...young?” She asks innocently enough. This entire time she just assumed they were the same age. “I mean to each their own. I can’t imagine having like a family or whatever right now.”

[angelway]

jeremiahthcne​:

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“It’s fine, I’ll find out an embarrassing story to hold over your head one of these days,” Jer assured, taking anther swig of his beer, appreciating the bike before them. Raising an eyebrow, the mechanic gave her an exasperated look. “Y’don’t have a license for this yet?” heaving a sigh, Jer closed his hands around the keys. “Yeah I’m aware - I’m also aware that driving without a license is probably the dumbest thing to get arrested for! I’m lookin out for you here, Angel. Arrests gotta be for good reasons. Good stories to tell later.”

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Angel can’t help but to feel a little deflated watching Jeremiah’s fingers curl back around the key of her bike. “Yeah, okay. Fine. I get it,” She nods despite feeling sort of bummed, shrugging and pretending it doesn’t bother her. And it’s not Jer’s fault. She’s more so annoyed with herself for not covering all of her bases and finding herself here - finished with her bike and unable to enjoy it. She’ll just have to look into it later or maybe ask Finn how to go about getting a license since she’s too embarrassed to ask Jer now. “What good stories do you have, then?” Angel asks before bringing her beer up to her lips.

[angelway]

adrianhcndrix​:

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Adrian bites his lips together to keep from laughing, hearing the other side of Finn’s embarrassment. “I have extremely clear memories if telling him about all of this,” he insists. “And, shockingly, my sober brain is better at actually keeping track of memories these days so I’m gonna go ahead and claim that victory.”

He lays a piece of pressboard across his lap and goes to work screwing in the last track. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe us anything for this,” he tells her. “I never thought I’d be in a place where I could help someone get out of a bad situation. But, I’ve got that chance now and I just want you to focus on getting back on your feet. You know? What ever that looks like for you. And then if you wanna help out or something you can talk to Finn about it. Because let’s be honest he’s the breadwinner and I’m just the bimbo arm candy.” 

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“Oh, I know. I just,” Angel shrugs, trying to find the words as she folds an old, oversized shirt she took from a lost and found bin. “I don’t know. I don’t want you guys to ever feel like I’m taking advantage of like... y’alls kindness, so it’ll make me feel less guilty if I’m actually sorta useful,” She tries to explain herself, though she’s not entirely sure if she’s making any real sense. But she laughs, glancing over at Adrian again. “Does this make me bimbo-arm-candy in training?” Angel asks, amused by the thought - though she’s never really imagined herself as anyone’s romantic anything, especially not what Finn and Adrian have. Not that she doesn’t want that sort of thing one day maybe. It’s simply never happened, and it doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that ever will.

[angelway]

toddcardoso​:

He is trying his best to be as still as possible, though it’s hard when all he wants to do is look at her concentrating on the sun. “I’m good, I promise.” He confirmed, giving her a nod. “Not too painful but I’m definitely feeling it.” As was expecting with a stick and poke. “Don’t worry about me, do your thing. I like watching you do your thing.” It was hard to explain, watching someone you liked while they worked on you. It was like she was only paying attention to him and what she was doing. He was honored. Why him? Why did she like to hang with him out of all people? What did he do to deserve that? He knew this was going to be a while, considering the fact that she was going to have to go over the lines a ton of times. “It looks sick. It looks sick so far. Anyone ever tell you’re talented with a needle? I mean, tattoo needle.” That was one of those things where maybe he should’ve bit his tongue. 

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Angel grins in spite of herself, her face flushing slightly as she continues to trace over her lines. And she’s grateful she’s looking down, face partially concealed from being entirely seen by Todd. Her gratitude extends to being too busy tattooing him to even notice he’s watching her. Though she does now know that he is, in fact, watching her, it adds to the pressure. What does he see? Does he like what he sees? Why does she care? But Angel drops her head and laughs at his blunder, pausing in her sticking and poking. “Thank you for the clarification. Anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words?” She chuckles and decides against the self-deprecating jokes about being a drug addict as she glances up at Todd’s face. They’re physically close again like they were before at Disco Night, except this time, it’s way more intimate and overwhelmingly so. The nervous, accelerated beat of her heart seems to echo throughout her entire body. Despite it all, she likes it here, like this, this nearness to him. “It’s sorta hard to think on top of you while you’re shirtless, so,” Angel admits innocently enough, though it is absolutely true. “Why do you think I’m focusing so hard on this goddamn tattoo? I’m trying to keep my foot out of my mouth,” She teases him, her smile softening fondly.

[angelway]

Are you high?

[angelway]

toddcardoso​:

He forgot what they were doing for a moment until she started speaking again. Maybe it was the fact that he was getting lost in her eyes. Or the fact that they were so close. Whatever it was, he liked it. “Can’t go wrong with a surprise tattoo.” He said excitedly, though he was still focused on her. And then she was straddling him and he was caught off guard but in a good way. Was this? Did he like her? Yep, yes he did. “It’s totally fine. I mean you gotta do what you gotta do for that tattoo, right? And I’m not gonna be the last person to probably get it in this spot so.” He tried to justify that this was normal, that the way he was feeling was normal. “Are you comfy enough?” 

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Comfy is certainly one way to put it. “Uh yeah, I’m good,” Angel quickly nods, her nervousness giving way to giggles as she smiles down at Todd. She can feel it, the warm rush of color flushing her cheeks. It couldn’t be more embarrassing or cruel. But she pulls herself together, even if she struggles to, and gets to work. She sprays her paper towel with the soapy solution she made prior to him coming over, wiping the spot where she prepares to ink his skin. And so she pops the top off of the marker and begins drawing her line work. A simple sun, peeking over an even simpler horizon. Keep your face to the sunshine, and you will never see the shadows, she thinks to herself. It’s what her grandma used to say, and where her grandma got that, Angel has no idea. It just seems appropriate, deciding on this design. Todd, as cliche as it is, is her sun. And when she’s with him, there are no shadows. But the sentiment goes unsaid as she finishes drawing the lines and smears them with vaseline, focusing on keeping a steady breath so as to not reveal the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “You good?” Angel asks in the same moment she lifts herself a little and leans forward, reaching across Todd to grab the makeshift tattooing needle from her nightstand. Dipping it into the ink once, twice, and then a third time for good measure, she falls back into the original position of being perched on his lap. Taking a deep breath, Angel leans in, getting a little closer to her canvas, to him, and then finally, she brings the needle down into his skin and begins tracing her doodle. “I swear I’m gonna stop asking, but is this okay? Not like too painful or anything?” She chuckles a little, still incredibly focused on tattooing him. Ironically while she sticks and pokes him repeatedly with a needle, the last thing she ever wants to do is hurt him.

[angelway]

catxmendoza​:

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When she agreed to join the Primordials MC, she didn’t know how much would change. Or rather, she underestimated the weight of the leather cut on her back. All that talk of loyalty and being a part of the family didn’t seem to measure up to some of the things she lost along the way. Angel being one of them. While it wasn’t the Primordial fault that they had fallen apart, she still felt… bitter. Towards them, towards the shit they had been dragged into. Angel had always been a bit of a mess -it was part of the reason Catalina liked her so much- but in Cat’s eyes she seemed to get worse. Cat did too, but at least she wasn’t drowning herself in the process. The Primordials had made a killer out of her friend, but life had made her into everything else.

She blinked and looked at Angel, rolling her eyes when she realized it was her that had come to stand next to her. The last time they had seen each other was in Cat’s house when Angel had broken in and subsequently decided her living room was the best place to wind down from murdering someone. With bleary eyes, she looked her up and down. “Of course I meant good for me.” Cat shot back. Being drunk and bitter was an ugly combination. “Ay chica, my sarcasm doesn’t discriminate. And good. Maybe now you’ll go home and get your shit together instead of drinking yourself stupid.” The dig was deliberate. Probably a little too mean, considering she knew Angel and the shit that had been thrown at her in her young life, but Catalina was past caring. She had tried gentle, she had tried supportive and loving. Nothing worked. Angel was still… very much Angel. 

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Angel deliberately turns and looks at Cat, head tilting and eyes narrowing with sourness turning the corners of her lips downwards into a deepening frown. “Oh, that’s what I’m doing? You know me so fucking well, Cat, wow,” She starts, her resentment towards the other woman only growing. To think she actually might’ve missed her. That was a fucking mistake. And sure, people have said far worse to Angel. Cat has said far worse to her, but this particular instance stings a little more. Maybe it’s because she has been trying to get her shit together, finally finding her footing after months and months of feeling as if she couldn’t catch a break even if her life depended on it. Cat would know that. She should know that, but their worlds no longer coexist with one another. They might as well be strangers, and at this rate, Angel couldn’t be more okay with that. “I’m here with my work friends casually getting a drink after our shift, you know, like someone who has their shit together would do. And what are you doing? Being a bitch and complaining about cheap tequila to anyone who’ll listen since you’re clearly fucking alone. But I’m the one here drinking myself stupid, right?” She asks pointedly.

[angelway]

adrianhcndrix​:

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“Okay well that first picture was totally backwards and why would you label the sides ‘side 1′ and ‘side 2′ and then start with side 2?” Adrain laughs, only a little annoyed that he’d had to take half the dresser apart after incorrectly assuming that the picture indicated he needed to start with the first side. Because that would make too much sense, apparently. Mostly, he was having fun, elevated by the relief he’d felt when Angel had actually followed through in her agreement to move into the spare bedroom. “You’ve already said thank you. And you don’t have to keep saying it. We’re happy to have you here,” he assures her, crossing his legs as he sets aside the drawer and just watches her. 

“Did Finn tell you I forgot to tell him?” he laughs. “I’m pretty sure I told him, but just in case, we’ll say he was high in pain killers when I did. He’s glad you’re here too. I’m not gonna try to sell you on the idea of a big happy family, but you know. We’re here for you.”

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“I don’t know, dude. Blame the - what are they? Swedish? Their simple, picture instructions are too advanced for our little American brains,” Angel chuckles, but truth be told, Adrian’s completely right. The shit was confusing from the start, and she clearly wasn’t much help with the whole screw trapped underneath her thigh thing. But really, it’s all funny, and she’s having fun, even though she momentarily relinquished her assisting duties in favor of folding clothes. With her back turned to Adrian, her smile grows brighter and wider and more deeply genuine. Just as they’re happy to have her, she couldn’t be happier to be here. “Okay,” She nods, tossing a folded pair of basketball shorts back onto the bed. 

“He didn’t have to tell me!” Angel whips around with a laugh, facing Adrian. “He walked in here like in a towel, and he was shocked to see me. And he asked me like how long I’d been here, and I was like ‘two weeks?’ He looked confused,” She laughs again, the sound of her laughter settling into a shrug. “I really fucking appreciate it. I can’t like right now, but I want to help out around here. Bills, rent, groceries, whatever. I wanna help.”

[angelway]

jeremiahthcne​:

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Walking in a circle around the bike, doing a last minute inspection as he sipped his beer. It looked good, way better than it did at the start, and Angel had worked pretty damn hard to get it in working order, and she deserved a second to take in the pride of finishing something as big as building a bike. So he pulled his stool over to sit by where Angel was still sitting on the floor, he was far too old to join her on the floor, his joints would never forgive him.

“I’m never shoulda fuckin’ told you that story,” Jer grumbled, a faint smirk in the corner of his mouth as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips. “Azrael’s a good one. Ominous.” Grabbing the keys off his work station, Jeremiah dangled them in front of Angel’s eyes. “I guess these are yours now.” He smirked. “You have a license to drive this thing, right?”

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Angel finally exhales when Jeremiah pulls up a stool to sit next to her, ending his inspection of her newly resurrected bike. She accepts it in the place of the validation she’s so desperately seeking. She did a good job. She knows she did, and the fact that he isn’t pointing out anything wrong with the bike only cements the sort of job she did. And so she laughs, throwing her head back a little at Jer’s grumbling. “You really shouldn’t have,” She smiles as she brings her beer up to her lips and takes a sip. Her eyes follow his motion, watching as he grabs the keys and focusing in as he dangles them in front of her face. “I’m working on it,” Angel says, though that is not entirely true, but she will be getting on that as soon as possible. She holds out her palm for Jer to drop them into instead of taking them from him in case being without a license is some sort of deal breaker. “You’re the sergeant at arms for an arms dealing motorcycle gang with the full knowledge that I’ve sold drugs and killed people. Traffic law is where you draw the line?” She teases, an amused grin pulling at her lips as she blinks up at Jeremiah.

[angelway]

finnoconnor​:

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“You sure?” He asks again, because he knows how people can say they don’t need anything to be polite. “Bed comfortable? Sheets alright? Need new blankets or more blankets? Clothes?” Finn might have been repeating some of the questions Ro had asked him when he’d end up at her and Andy’s house for whatever reason. “If you tell me what kind of food you like I can add it to the list for whatever. I don’t cook but Ade does. I grill things here an’ there.” He shrugged. Finn had lucked out that Adrian took up cooking as a hobby when he got sober. Otherwise their house would consist of a lot of failed attempts at meals and take out. He fell down on the bed to sit next to her with a huff. The blonde pushed at her arm to shake her playfully. A partial smile spread, still lopsided from the nerve damage. “Roomies, huh? Damn, kid. You’re goin’ to get sick of us old men.” He joked. Finn tried to think of anything else and the night Adrian disappeared came to mind. “Oh, yeah. So you don’t have to but we usually text each other when we’re goin’ to be home and where we are just in case shit goes down. Then y’know, I can go lookin’ and all that.” Because he wouldn’t let Adrian go out looking by himself with the type of people lurking around in Olympus. There were plenty of people out there looking to hurt people, especially Primordials and anyone associated with them. 

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Angel shakes and nods her head depending on what Finn rattles off. Yes, the bed is comfortable, definitely more comfortable than what she was sleeping on at the clubhouse. Yes, the sheets are perfect. No, she doesn’t need more or new blankets. But clothes? She hesitates at the mention of clothes. Not that she had much of a wardrobe to begin with, but even months after the fire, her closet consists of things donated and borrowed from friends, things stolen from stores, and things taken from lost and found bins. Her only shoes is the pair she escaped from her house in that night - a beat up pair of Converse with a peeling sole and a hole at the toe. But she continues to shake her head no, that she’s good on clothes. Giving her a place to stay indefinitely is already more than enough. “I’ll eat anything, trust me. I’m not picky,” Angel goes on truthfully. She’s just happy to know her days of rationing and strategizing meals are over. But she laughs as Finn sits next to her on the bed, dramatically falling over onto her side when he pushes her arm before pulling herself back up again. “Old men? Yeah. Sick of y’all? Nah,” Angel teases with a smile that rests naturally and genuinely on her face, a smile that fades only slightly the more she listens to Finn. “Yeah, I can like text y’all. That’s no problem. I mean, there’s one problem, but it’s whatever. My phone got cut off a while back, so I got this app I can use to text people. So we’re good as long as I have wifi,” She explains. 

[angelway]

Are you worried about ruining your friendship with Todd or do you think taking the next step is worth the risk?

"Uhhhhhh I don't know. I've never actually like... felt this way about anyone before? So I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I mean, yeah, I've had like crushes on people or whatever, but it was never this. Like, yeah I worry about ruining our friendship. He's my best friend, and I can't imagine having gone through the complete hell year I had without him. But then sometimes, I look at him, and I'm just like wow, okay. I kinda really wanna kiss you right now, or like, hold your hand and do other like romantic, boyfriend-girlfriend things with you. Like we'd be a really good 'us', you know. But at the same time, what if I'm just looking too deep into this, and he's really just being a good friend. I don't know. I'm torn. It's embarrassing. Either way, I don't wanna lose him."

@toddcrozier

[angelway]

What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness?

The most important to Angel is probably happiness. She's been in the health classes. She's seen the Lifetime movies and the shows and the documentaries about drugs and what they do to your body and mind. Hell, she probably watched them high, but that's never been any real concern to her. She had the wealth, an abundance of it with a billionaire stepfather and his family who has old, Texas oil money. She hated that. By leaving that world, she's been in pursuit of her own happiness. As absolutely shitty as Olympus can be, she sort of found it here.

[angelway]

toddcrozier​:

TODD CROZIER + INSTAGRAM

@angelway

11/6/21

[angelway]

How well do you accept help?

"Yeah, no. I don't handle that shit well at all. Even as a kid, I was very much the 'suffer in silence and wait it out' type."

[angelway]

Has your life improved at all in the past few months? How or how not?

"Believe it or not, it has improved sort of a lot. The first part of the year was an absolute shit show. Honestly really shocked I made it out alive, but I did. And I don't know? Things started looking up. I have a permanent place to stay. I have an apprenticeship at Killer Ink that I really like. There's a person I also really like. I feel happier and healthier overall. Things are good."

[angelway]

What would it take for your parents to win back your trust? Do you ever think about going home to them when things get hard?

"Absolutely fucking nothing? And no, I don't fucking think about going back home. Fuck them. Roger would send my ass straight to jail, and my mom wouldn't do shit to stop him. I left for a reason. Even after the fire and the OD, when I was sleeping in my car for a few days without a cent to my name, that shit was still better than being anywhere near them."

[angelway]

Are you ever going to be able to pull your head out of your ass and forgive Cat?

“As soon as Cat pulls her big ass head out of hers, and we both know that’s never going to happen so.”

@catxmendoza