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kravennagen · 7 months ago

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Ok, so, I'm ecstatic about 7x04, I'm just so happy it happened. Of course, that's not my endgame relationship but it is perfect!

I just wanna talk about Maddie for a sec', like that girl knew all along that Buck was bi just not aware of it before now. With all her comments about bi Buck over the seasons: the boy crush over Eddie, the setting up with her coworker, the heart in the calendar... (So much more I can't think about right now) and I loved how she was not having Buck showing his jealousy with violence (she knows how that end, of course, she has some strong opinion about it)

And yeah the whole episode is about some kind of jealousy coming from Buck and it was greatly addressed. Because you can feel jealous about everything it doesn't have to be romantic jealousy (yeah I'm talking about the Buddie scenes) and I do think that Buck is really interested in Tommy and that makes sense! Most of us already have a crush, but that doesn't stop us from finding someone else to our taste. Plus Eddie is so out of Buck's mind about sexuality right now. When you spend that much time with someone and you put it in the friendship's box for so long, of course, it's gonna take some time to change your point of view on it. You can love your best friend and never take a step towards a romantic relationship even if somewhere in yourself you see it could be a beautiful romantic one.

We know both Buck and Eddie know they are co-parenting Chris, and spending a lot of time together. They are, they're perfectly in sync with each other so, yeah, when someone puts that relationship on the line you're not gonna like it, especially since it was just the two of them for so long.

And the relationship Tommy x Buck makes so much sense to me, I'm bi myself and I was mostly with the opposite gender because it's easier but when I searched for same-sex relationships I took experienced people for the first time (not everyone's gonna do that obvi) but it was reassuring for me and you can let yourself pushed in the right direction, you can take your time getting to know what you like, you let yourself be swooned by the other and it's perfect. Buck didn't fully know he was attracted to men apparently (even... Duh, you are dude, since the beginning, like just look at 2x01...) but guess what, people lie to themselves without even knowing they're doing it, so yeah. I can buy Buck not knowing men were an option. And then you have this beautiful opportunity with a great guy (super cool, good-looking, doing a lot of activities...) and this guy happens to be gay and out. (I think?) I love that relationship because I do think Tommy is a great guy, I do think he's gonna be perfect for Buck for his first-ever gay relationship.

And can we just talk about how great Tommy is, like yeah, he kissed Buck with his hand under his chin, just a peck but enough to make Buck feel things about it too! And he stopped there! He stopped, I'm sorry but I don't have that much strength in me, I'm not even sure I would have stopped and gone to work that easily... Damn! And even after the kiss, the man asked twice if it was okay? Well, my dude, if it wasn't I think Buck would have pushed you away wayyy sooner, that was a long as fuck kind of kiss! Buck being flustered right after is so cute, I love it, but just look at how Tommy is looking at Buck's shirt when he asks him on a date, yeah clearly Tommy wants a naked Buck right away but he still stopped himself! What a great guy, he knew Buck wasn't very aware of his own flirting (with all the smiles, the questions, the interest... Ah damn Buck you're so oblivious of yourself!). That's what makes it so special for me.

I really want this relationship to continue for the whole season, I do think it's great, that Buck gets the time to explore, and we see a bit more of Tommy (which I kind of like). Eddie's still in a relationship with Marisol and I don't want Buck and Eddie to jump their bones just because Buck has a boyfriend, I want them to find that: hey we do everything together already, I really like you and oh damn, lately you make my d*ck hard so why not try a romantic relationship together? Like, I'm pretty sure if Buddie becomes canon they'll see it doesn't change that much, they'll just kiss instead of tapping each other's shoulders...

What I want too in this season, is for Buck to notice other guys. So Tommy is kind of his type (no shit... Army guy, muscles, sporty blahblahblah) it makes Eddie his type too, I want some "oh moment" like damn, he's sexy, even if he's in a relationship (doesn't mean you can't look) and then guys on calls too. Because Buck just opened that door and now he's gonna see a lot of other people under a new light. I want that, I want him to explore, and find out what he likes or doesn't, I want a whole arc about Buck finding what was missing in him. Because it is a journey, it's not a one-time thing, it's a whole new world right in front of him and it's awesome!

Even if Tommy doesn't stay (no one said you can't be friends with your exes (especially in the LGBTQ+ community)... But whatever) and even if Buck ends up with a woman after (He Is Still Bi, it's a possibility) I'm already glad it happened, I want more obviously, and at some point I'd really like to have some Buddie even if it's gonna be difficult because Eddie has been straight his whole life and he does the "right thing" if you know what I mean: marrying the first girl you date, having a kid with that same one, going into relationships and staying in it because his son likes them... Eddie's open about other's sexuality but not so much about himself, plus what would make sense. I could see Bi Buck from season 1 (I don't know, the vibe maybe?) but in all honesty I see it less in Eddie, so maybe something like demisexuality? And even there it doesn't quite add up with the relationships he already had (except for Shanon but the others not so much, at least it wasn't shown that way to me). But guess what? I'm not the writers if they want to put Buddie (And I hope they do) they'll find a way (even if Eddie has just a thing for Buck it'll be fine to me, no one else but you) but if they don't I'm just gonna read and read some beautiful fanfic about them! Because they are together in my head and no one can take that from me. I want a freaking slow burn between them.

Anyway, I think I started to ramble a bit in this post. Look what you're doing to me ABC! You can disagree or not I don't care, in a few words: I think 7x04 was well-written and well-played. I want more of Tommy x Buck (because they're freaking cute!) and I want a lot more of self-discovering and I hope for some Buddie, can't take that from me too. So... Now I'm gonna re-watch that scene for the hundredth time...

#eddie x buck #911 buddie #911 abc #tommy x buck #season 7 #911 7x04 #bi buck #911 spoilers #maddie buckley

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ickletheficklepickle · 7 months ago

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Okay-

I love Buddie, Buddie Stan here. Fan. Love this ship.

But at the moment I am totally loving Kinkley (looks like that’s the name we have gone with). I kind of like that Buck is going through this journey but it’s not with Eddie.

Prepare for a tangent and some overshare.

1. Because right now Eddie has his own shit to work out. Which really isn’t fair to Buck, who just uncovered something new about himself. And Eddie needs to catch up. I would very much like Buck to be able to show that this is who he is. Not that Eddie would make Buck hide this part of himself. But he is a walking disaster, who I think would freak out and pull away, simply out of fear.

As someone who is a late bloomer and had a crisis at 26, then tamped that shit down, because this occurred to me after Easter Vigil Mass and I was like “NO, no way” that was mostly the fear. And this was around the same time I started to pull away from the church. That Catholic Guilt hits you.

Then like 10 years later, I had a revelation with my friend who helped me realize this part of myself, took some liquid courage to have this conversation. But even after i hard this revelation, it took another couple of months for me to be “oh! That makes so much more sense.” Then thanks to the power of TikTok, hearing it from someone else and have them explain it, the light bulb went off. And I was like, “yeah, yeah that makes so much more sense!”

But my friend that day i had that revelation was like “be proud of you! Fuck other people and what they think!” But for me that really a hard thing to unpack and uncover at first but then as we got talking, it all made sense. And even then when i discovered that part of myself it took time for me to actually say that shit out loud, because it was so new still. I still haven’t let all of the people in my life in on this part of me yet, but it’ll come.

I’m loving that Buck is on this journey and had this realization and he is happy. Like look at the difference with him with Tommy vs. past relationships. He seems so different.

I truly hope that they go this route with Eddie and have him go through this epiphany. I still think the chemistry between him and Marisol is so weird. At first I thought it was adorable, but he still often looks at Buck with heart eyes. But for now, I really want Eddie to figure himself out first before he and Buck become something.

2. Yes, Tommy did leave Buck standing there, but Tommy did it for Buck’s sake. He could see that he is still figuring things out and doesn’t want to pressure him. Which excuse, me, how cute is that. He didn’t want Buck to feel uncomfortable. Like, as someone who has a hard time standing up for herself, I wish someone would be like “if you don’t want to do this, it’s okay I won’t be mad!” And then truly not be mad. Cause that’s a whole another thing to uncover- different tangent.

And Buck likes Tommy, he is smitten with him and vice versa and they are cute together. It’s not the same feel and chemistry that Buck has with Eddie but I think this something that could be great for Buck. If they end up being Endgame, i wouldn’t be disappointed, because we still won in the aspect, of Buck being Bi as a canon event.

3. And Tommy is great, because is very much interested in Buck, whom he calls Evan. Which is a totally different thing to unpack here because notice how Buck never corrects him. Like why is that?! Do I hate it! No, I don’t. I need him to call Buck, Evan in front of everyone else and have them look affronted because they are like “Wait! When did you get EVAN privileges!”

In conclusion, Tommy is smart, he picked up on Buck and his comfort level. Was confused for a second when Buck was like “your attention?” Because i mean we all thought he was trying to get Eddie’s attention. And I’m sure Tommy thought that too, and then was like “oh, so it was me, I’m going for it then!”. I’m sure he will pick up on this energy/charge/thingy/look that Buck and Eddie have. That they probably don’t even realize. Also because Lou is a menace and doesn’t know how to handle interviews it looks like he isn’t sticking around for long (4 episodes coool, I’m down). Which makes me sad.

I think Tommy will notice that, and be like “Evan, I like you and it’s clear that you like me, but are you sure you aren’t in love with Eddie?”

Which would be a nice “oh” moment for Buck. Then Eddie will catch up, which is my hope.

Ryan has been a menace to when it comes to interviews. They are about to lock these men up in PR jail haha.

ALSO! I DO NOT WANT BUCK TO CHEAT ON TOMMY! OKAY! THAT IS NOT OKAY! AT ALL!

That’s it, that’s my soap box. My two cents.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #ickle rants #tangents

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blackcatxmagic · 8 days ago

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As Ocean listened to Marisol talk about her past, he felt a surge of sadness for her. It didn't seem like she had had the easiest time in life, yet here she was being kind and pleasant and happy. Meanwhile, Ocean had had a by all accounts joyous upbringing, and he was sad nearly all of the time. This just hammered home the fact that the problem here was him, that he as a person was the reason for the blackness inside him, not what had happened to him. But Ocean didn't share this with Marisol because he knew that she would disagree, that she would tell him that it wasn't true, and Ocean didn't want to disappoint her either. So he just said, "I'm really sorry that happened to you, Marisol. And I'm sorry people try to just use you so much. It's not fair. And...I'm kind of doing the same thing right now, aren't I?" The realization hit Ocean like a ton of bricks, and he stopped abruptly. "Oh my God, I'm just as bad as everyone else in your life." The realization was startling, and Ocean hated himself for being another person who used Marisol. He hadn't meant to do it, but that's what was happening now, and Ocean couldn't take it back.

But Ocean was already here, and he didn't want to be rude when Marisol had gone through all of this trouble. So he just walked with her through the patch, listening to her talk. "I loved someone once too," Ocean told Marisol. "He wasn't beautiful though. He was...like a disease, but I kept trying to please him. And he's still a disease even though he's gone. He won't ever really be gone though." Aaron would always be a part of him, for better or for worse.

There was something that felt so magical about being out in the patch tonight, and it wasn't just the fact that there was actual magic at play right now. It just felt special. Looking around at the pumpkins, Ocean saw one that caught his eyes, one that was kind of misshapen, probably overlooked by the people earlier. Immediately Ocean was drawn to it, could empathize with it, an actual pumpkin, and he walked toward it and sat down in the patch next to it. "This one reminds me of me," Ocean said softly. All the other pumpkins around it were gone, and he said, "I don't want it to be lonely. Can I take this one please?"

Marisol led Ocean into the heart of her magical pumpkin patch, a whimsical labyrinth where every twist and turn revealed an array of vibrant gourds. The pumpkins varied wildly in size and shape, each one a canvas designed by the townspeople. Some were beautifully carved, their intricate designs casting playful shadows in the dim light, while others were adorned with vivid paints, their colors glowing like embers against the twilight. A few remained plain, their humble forms blending seamlessly into the earth, and still others towered over the rest, their sheer size a testament to careful tending and care.

As they wandered deeper into the pumpkin patch, Ocean's comment about her being a fairy godmother lingered in the air, playful and light. Marisol chuckled softly. “Fairy godmother? You don't deserve me as a fairy godmother, you want someone with a bit more bippity boo.” she replied, shaking her head with a faint smile. “I don't grant wishes or sprinkle fairydust.”

She paused, glancing at a particularly striking pumpkin, its orange skin swirling with hints of green, before turning her gaze back to him. “I was found abandoned on the steps of a church as a child, raised by three witches raised me - loved me --, they were ... everything. My magic was… well, let’s say it made things complicated. I was uncontrollable, and eventually, they couldn’t manage me anymore. They dropped me off here in Cardinal Hill to be raised by Lorraine. Turns out, no one liked her, either.” Marisol’s expression shifted, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. “Everyone thought her house was haunted. I learned quickly that people don’t talk to me unless they want something from me—some spell, some favor. It’s a lonely existence.”

She continued walking, the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet filling the silence. Marisol looked up at the glowing pumpkins around them, her smile returning, but it was tinged with a wistful longing. “I can create beauty with my magic, but it doesn’t make me a savior. Just someone who’s good at gardening and has a different spade.”

As they walked through the patch, Marisol quieted so she could listen intently, allowing Ocean the space to share his thoughts without interruption. She didn’t rush to comfort him or offer assurances. The air carried the scent of damp earth; and the distant hum of crickets followed them.

“Not all of these pumpkins hold magic,” she remarked, glancing sideways at him as they meandered through the rows. “The enchanted ones cannot be distinguished from the ordinary just by looking. It’s the intent behind their use that reveals their true nature.” Ocean’s voice carried a weight of contemplation, his thoughts tumbling out like scattered seeds. Marisol remained a silent presence, absorbing his words as they drifted through the labyrinth of pumpkins, the gentle glow of lit gourds illuminating their path.

She found a shared understanding that feelings could be complex and sometimes overwhelming. “The magic in these pumpkins reflects life,” she said softly, almost to herself. “What appears beautiful on the surface doesn’t always carry the same depth as something that seems ordinary. It's the essence within that truly counts. That's what I believe... I loved someone once - a human like yourself. There will never be someone as beautiful as they were."

As they ventured deeper, the flickering lights created an enchanting atmosphere, shadows dancing between the patches of brightness. Marisol allowed the silence to linger, knowing that sometimes, being present was the only comfort one could able offer.

#interactions: ocean #ocean & marisol #interaction*

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horrorlesbion · 3 years ago

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top 5 or 10 movies you think riverdale should reference next plus optionally like what the storyline incorporating them should be like

i’m sorry this is so much more than 5 to 10 movies i got carried away

child’s play franchise - literally any movie

ideally seed/bride or the tv show. i think it was @girlbossreggie who proposed a chicles bride of chucky au which would be perfect. alternatively i want jennifer tilly to guest star. it is not elaborated if she is playing herself or jennifer tilly as possessed by tiffany. a bound reference is obligatory and it has to be made clear that she hooked up with jugheads mum (this can be combined).

devil’s carnival

dream musical episode. works perfectly if they want to pick up the “war between heaven and hell” plot from rivervale again. even if hiram would have slayed as the devil part i know they can make it work now. i’ll even tolerate some fanservice and give choni the june/cora storyline (toni is june of course).

alternatively i’ll settle for a veronica & hermosa single musical performance of a song from repo! hermione can cover the third sibling part if needed because i remember marisol said she wanted to do a musical performance i know we can get her back for this.

saw/escape room/hostel

saw is of course the classic and my favourite. i want a bunch of the characters trapped in an insane torture maze. i love single location horror. i’m sure we can dig up a villain weird enough to do it if glee managed it. if they’re cowardly they can also reference the escape room movies instead since those are more mainstream and less gory. hostel would be hilarious if only for the insane worldbuilding implications but we could make it work. if they suddenly revealed the blossoms went on a summer trip to hunt people for sport every year i’d believe it.

rope (alternatively: swoon/compulsion/thrill me)

honestly any leopold & loeb adaptation would bang. i know they already riffed on funny games for the chicles wedding but rope is such a fun set-up it’s easy to replicate (AND classic cinema at that). could do it with a bunch of characters though of course a gay couple hosting is always funniest. but i wouldn’t even be mad if it’s barchie or veggie who killed a man and have to hide a body in a trunk while everyone else is at the house for a nice little party. not a movie but thrill me is my favourite reference option you all know my opinion on this. even if it would have fit better during earlier seasons i know we can make it work. if it’s a musical episode they’re obligated to give chicles at least one of the songs (superior? life plus 99 years? thrill me?)

gone girl

veronica realised hiram actually seduced/paid off the russian assassin and pulled off the exact plot of gone girl to fuck with her because he was mad she exiled him. ideally this is how hiram comes back on the show. funnier if hermosa was in on it.

malignant

jason is reborn as a tumor on cheryls brain that possesses her body and kills people. we have magic now might as well go balls to the wall insane i KNOW ras loved malignant i just know it. for another insane cheryl plot to run in the background: velvet buzzsaw. her paintings come to life and start killing people. her fursona painting needs to be prominently featured in this episode.

everyone is confronted with their rivervale counterparts (who are even more deranged now) who all realised they were stuck in a timeloop and broke out of the pocket universe to take their places in the main narrative. doppelganger fight to the death everyone gets to try and flex their acting muscles.

the purge

you KNOW this would slap. would have fit ideal for early season 5. archie comes back to riverdale ruled by hiram not knowing it’s purge day in 3 days. however given the vibes of percival pickens i’m confident he’d be down to institute a purge day we can still fit this in. can mash it up with some references to assassination nation since that’s basically teenage highly aestheticised camp purge movies with three times the plot so a natural fit for riverdale.

psycho goreman

an episode entirely dedicated to what jb has been up to during the timejump years. and the answer is she found a space rock that lets her control a giant violent alien monster. since its set during the timejump we don’t have to explain why the actress still looks so young.

the descent

alternate bottle episode: all the riverladies take a girls trip going caving in a secret passage cheryl discovered in the blossom mines. they get attacked by fucked up cave creatures and barely survive. maybe one of them dies and cheryl has to resurrect her with necromancy. none of this is ever referenced again.

hard

now that gay kevin is becoming a cop what better time to pull off “gay cop gets over his internalised homophobia while hunting a gay serial killer and hooking up with him” everyone watch this movie btw it’s criminally underrated. 90s messed up gay cinema for the win. on THAT note i don’t know how they would pull it off since i don’t think the network would let them so much as breathe the name of this movie but referencing frisk would be so fun. i would bet ras has read some dennis cooper and probably seen this film. and speaking of really messed up gay content it’s a huge shame we don’t have blue velvet video anymore and already did snuff films in season 4 because an underhanded playdurizm reference would be fun. that was such a movie. if anyone takes this as a rec list do NOT even look up summaries for frisk and playdurizm without a strong stomach.

also: not gay but talking of extreme horror if we’re folding rivervale back into this season’s narrative i want an explicit martyrs reference for archie. he doesn’t have to get like skinned or anything but the vibes were already there in 06x01

any david decoteau movie

riverdale already spends a large amount of time with hot men wandering out shirtless. it’s a natural fit and they’re gay culture. funniest option would be 1313: giant killer bees and it ends with cheryl showing up to save the day bringing back the fact that she can control bees with her mind apparently.

raw / excision

i want betty to eat people or take them apart surgically. just let her do some fucked up violence. really get into it. alternatively a Came Back Wrong plot about archie and bettys new superpowers turning into something more malevolent and giving us a jennifers body/all cheerleaders die type plot. archie already gets a bunch of female abuse victim coded plots he can fit into this. however girl homoeroticism is still obligatory. let’s say beronica to make up for their lack of interaction since the timejump. (honorary mention for beronica thoroughbreds scheme. don’t know how to pull this off with hiram gone but you will always be famous)

orphan

one of the couples (through gritted teeth i guess barchie) decides to adopt and the exact plot of the movie plays out except the audience is not surprised the child turns out to be a 30 year old serial killer in the end because she’s also played by one of the hot young adult cw actors in pigtails but through the whole episode no one acknowledges that.

nine lives

hiram comes back as a cat. i’m somewhat convinced they cast mark consuelos as hiram off of his role in this movie.

#ask #anon #riverdale #thank you SO MUCH for this chance to procrastinate all my uni work this is delightful #happy to talk about any of these some more btw #both the movies and the riverdale plot suggestions

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ravenadottir · 3 years ago

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If you choose to keep the money, everyone at the after party is all 'congrats! good on you for knowing your worth', which is some massive BS. Who would be calling MC out to her face for doing that (other than Lottie, obvs) and who would just be saying that but roasting her on her back or who would genuinely say that? Considering different scenarios like MC was playing the game (coupling up and pretending to be in love) or where MC unapologetically does whatever she wants and wins anyway

people would give mc shit for taking the money!

lottie would never let go of it, not even after a few months on social media, especially on twitter. she would be dragging mc's name for filth for quite some time, and would never date someone who did that.

the li that mc dumped for the money would have so much more to say and i'm honestly so upset no one did. like, sis, she just dumped you on national television after saying she loved you, after saying 'yes' to being your girlfriend and you're not saying anything else??? you're going back to the party? WHEN THE CAMERAS ARE NOT ON?

especially if the li's are lucas, elisa or kassam. they would have tons to say, mate! and wouldn't mind speaking up and loudly either! bobby and gary would simply let her know how hurt they were. it would take everything they have to not say anything. like, they opened up about past cheating and betrayal to her, and you're telling me they wouldn't absolutely rip her to shreds because of how much it hurts? sorry, doubt, again.

henrik, marisol, carl and ibrahim are probably the only people i believe would have that reaction of walking away, because they don't have the right words to say to her at that moment. it's so painful they can't express themselves with so much going on in their minds.

priya i reckon would have a different reaction, something between shock and not knowing what to say about. she's vengeful but not even a hurt priya would think this is a good thing to do. i guess the thing she would tell mc for sure is "prepare yourself for tomorrow. loads of people will have something to say about this."

the only person i really see saying something positive is shannon. "that was a well played game". whether she would respect mc or not is a different story, but she would recognize mc got everyone fooled and played the strategy right.

hope would probably be really classy about it, not rude or anything but let out a solid "i thought you were a completely different person, guess i was wrong." and walk away.

hannah would be awkward about it, she wouldn't discuss it so openly like she does in the game. changing the subject to literally anything would be the first thing she does, that is if she wasn't avoiding mc because she doesn't want people to see them talking.

chelsea wouldn't be popping the bubbly about the fact that her best friend just betrayed her partner. she would probably be very quiet about it, and say something like "you really hurt them, and you owe them an apology." before walking away. because if mc lied to her li about her feelings what guarantees that she didn't lie and manipulate her friends? trust is gone at this point.

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Five Times Angel Reyes Kissed You, and One Time You Kissed Him

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, mention of death/funerals

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Okay I got this idea at like midnight last night and I’m SO GLAD that I didn’t lose it before being able to sit down and write it. I’m pretty hype about how this came up. We LOVE to see relationships evolve.

Angel Taglist: @queenbeered (If you want to be added just let me know!)

1.)

You were fifteen, sitting on the front steps of your porch. You were sobbing into your hands, wondering how you could feel so much pain when you hadn’t even taken a beating. First heartbreaks were the worst, or at least that’s what people had told you. Some said it was bound to happen eventually, after all you were young, but that didn’t make the pain go away. You were a teary, sniffling mess. You heard footsteps approaching you and you didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. You didn’t care.

You felt an arm wrap around you and you heard Angel’s voice, “What happened? I’ll kick his ass.”

You looked up and managed what you could of a smile. You knew him only because he was your best friend’s brother. He was a few years older than you, but he had never treated you like a child. He treated you the same way he treated EZ—like an adult only smaller.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” you wiped the tears off of your face, “He’s not even that cute, right?”

He chuckled, nodding in agreement, “That’s right. You can do way better, Y/N. Fuck that guy.”

You sighed and leaned against him, “Do boys get less stupid as they get older?”

He laughed, “I’ll keep you posted, but so far, no I don’t think so. Sorry,” he squeezed you tight to him, “You gonna be alright?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yea. It just, you know, it kinda blows right now.”

He nodded, “I get it,” he quickly kissed the top of your head, you could feel the pressure through your hair, “You’ll get through it, Y/N. If you change your mind about me kicking his ass, let me know. I’ll fuck up a fifteen-year-old. I don’t care.”

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2.)

You were eighteen, coming down the front steps of your house in your prom dress. You and EZ had decided to go together as friends (as much as both your parents and his tried to insist that maybe it was a little more than that). You both wanted to have a good time and the only way you could be certain of that was if you skipped the drama of trying to find “real dates”. There were worse people to spend the night dancing with, anyway.

Somehow Angel had gotten suckered into being your guys�� chauffer. You were fairly certain it was their parents’ doing—they liked knowing what Angel was up to. He moaned and groaned about it but had gone and got his pickup truck washed in preparation for the big night. He put on a clean dress shirt for the occasion as well, so you knew that despite his sarcastic remarks, he was pretty into the whole thing.

You twirled, loving the way your dress fanned out around you as you did. EZ was leaning against the side of his brother’s truck, chuckling at your theatrics. The two of you posed for pictures, and after each set of parents had burned through at least a few rolls of film each, it was time to get going. Angel held his hand out to help you up into his truck.

When you placed your hand in his, he lifted and kissed the back of it with a laugh, “I will be your driver this evening, Hermosa.”

You laughed and gave an exaggerated courtesy in your gown, “Ah, I can’t wait, Señor.”

He chuckled as he helped you step up into the vehicle, expertly managing not to step on your own dress. He even double-checked to make sure that he didn’t shut any of the fabric in the door.

He nodded to both sets of parents, “I’ll be sure to have them home before midnight.”

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3.)

You were nineteen, and calling him from a college party. EZ was away at Stanford and you didn’t know who else you trusted enough to come and pick you up and also not rat you out to your parents. You weren’t supposed to be at a party—you had lied and said you were staying at a friend’s dorm for a movie night.

“Angelito,” you laughed into the phone, “I need a huge favor.”

His voice was still laden with exhaustion and sleep as he answered, “What the fuck kind of favor do you need at 2AM, Y/N?”

“I need you to come pick me up from a party.”

“You kidding me? Call an Uber.”

You laughed, “I also need a place to crash. I know you have a couch that you’re not using in your living room.”

He sighed but you could hear him shuffling around, getting ready to come get you, “You good enough to ride on the bike? Or do I need to go get Pop’s truck?”

“I can ride!” your response came a little quicker than maybe it should have, but you were dying to have an excuse to ride on the back of Angel’s bike.

“Alright. Text me the address. I’m on my way now.”

He got there quicker than you thought he would. You were outside the house, waiting patiently for him on the front steps. You smiled as you jumped up to go and hug him, stumbling on your first few steps. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hesitated for a moment before finally caving and hugging you back.

“You owe me for this,” he grumbled.

He handed you his helmet and helped you get on the back of the bike. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, keeping yourself flush up against his back as he took off. You had never experienced anything quite like the feeling of racing down the empty streets like that in the middle of the night.

You walked into his apartment and looked around as he locked the door behind you, “I put a pillow and blankets on the couch for you. I can go grab you a shirt and stuff to sleep in if you wait a second.”

You plopped down on the couch as he walked to his room to get you a few choices of sleep clothes. But as soon as your head hit the pillow and you felt the warmth of the blankets beneath you, you almost immediately fell asleep.

You were hanging onto your consciousness by a thread when you heard him chuckle. He pulled the blanket up over you and kissed your forehead softly, “Sweet dreams, you pain in the ass.”

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4.)

You were twenty-one, and standing in front of Angel and the rest of his family, or rather, what was left of it, at his mother’s wake. You had made your way down the line, offering your condolences like they were going to make things any better for the three men in front of you. Angel was the last in the short line, and you could see it on his face that he desperately wanted to be anywhere else. He couldn’t escape though, not really.

You stepped in and hugged him tightly, “I’m so sorry, Angel.”

You could feel the tension in his body as he tried his hardest to hold back his tears, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Can I do anything? Get you anything?”

“Could you, uh,” he cleared his throat, “grab my water bottle? It’s in the back room I fuckin’ forgot it.”

You nodded, “Yea I got you.”

You tried to make your way through the crowd of people with as little disturbance as possible. You knew that everyone loved the Reyes family, and Marisol especially, but even you were shocked at the number of people who had showed up for the wake. You had the feeling it was going to go well past the allotted time.

You appeared back by Angel’s side, trying to slip him his water bottle without disturbing the conversation he was having. You lightly touched his hand and gestured to the bottle by his feet, “Anything else?”

He shook his head, “No, thank you, Y/N.”

You pulled him into another hug, unable to stop yourself. You had spent a lot of time with EZ during the week leading up to the wake, but Angel had locked himself away. This was the first time you had really seen him since you heard the news and you felt like you were trying to make up for lost time.

“Anything you need,” you whispered, “You come find me, alright? I got you.”

He kissed your cheek and nodded as he pulled away, “Thank you. I, just, thank you.”

You thumbed the tears off of his face, giving him a small smile to let him know that he was going to make it through this. It was going to be a long, painful process, but he was going to get through it.

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5.)

You were twenty-one, and crying on the front steps to Angel’s apartment building. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your best friend had just been sentenced to spend twenty years in prison. Everything was happening so quickly around you and you felt like you couldn’t keep up.

You heard the sound of Angel’s bike and looked up. He saw you sitting on the front steps and his expression immediately fell. He had a feeling that you were going to end up at his place—he knew that you didn’t want to go home and face your family and all of the questions that they would have.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He nodded, “Yea, I know the feeling,” he held out his arms, “C’mere, Y/N.”

You stood up and walked over to him and let him envelop you. Over the years he had made fun of you a lot for being so short, but in that moment you had never been happier to be so small. You were essentially wrapped up in an Angel blanket and for a few moments the world didn’t feel like it was crumbling around you.

“Come on up, I got beer in the fridge,” he offered what he could of a smile as he gestured for you to follow him upstairs.

You sat on his couch, twisting your hands in your lap as he went and got each of you a beer from the kitchen. He collapsed down next to you and handed you a bottle. You managed a small smile and thanked him before taking a long drink from it. The two of you sat there in silence, leaning against each other as you tried to process everything that had happened.

“I don’t have anything to say to make any of this shit any better, you know,” he finally said with a heavy sigh.

You nodded, “I know. I just needed to not be alone. And I couldn’t go home. Not yet.”

“I get it. You wanna crash here tonight?”

“If that’s alright?”

He smiled, “Like I could ever kick you out.”

The two of you spent most of the night not speaking to each other, just sitting next to each other on the couch letting episode after episode of your favorite shows play. You were leaning your head against his shoulder and every now and then he would look over at you to see if you had started to fall asleep yet.

“Want a change of clothes to sleep in?” he offered.

You nodded, “That’d be great.”

He went and grabbed one of his sweatshirts and tossed it to you, “This shit’ll be a dress on you.”

You stood up and started walking towards the bathroom to get changed, thanking him as you went. You knew that he didn’t have to be doing all of this, but he was anyway. It felt nice and that wasn’t something you had felt for a while.

When you came back out of the bathroom he had blankets and pillows on the couch for you. He pulled you into another hug and placed a kiss on your temple as he held you, letting you cry it out a little more before going to sleep. You wished that you could sleep like that, just to feel safe and protected in the chaos that was surrounding you now. He ran his fingers through your hair and all you could think was that you didn’t know he was capable of being so soft.

“If you need anything just yell, alright?”

You nodded, “Thank you, Angel.”

He winked, “I gotchu.”

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1.)

You were twenty-seven and standing on the deck of the Mayans clubhouse, smoking a cigarette. You blew out the smoke, letting it disappear in wisps around you into the night sky. There was music and laughter and conversation drifting out to your ears from the open clubhouse windows and you smiled to yourself as you kept your eyes on the stars.

You heard heavy footsteps followed by the infamous sound of Angel sucking his teeth, “Ay, you shouldn’t be smoking that. Smoking kills, Querida,” he chuckled as he snatched the cigarette from between your fingers, “Let me finish it for you. To protect you.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, always looking out for me, huh?”

“Since the day EZ dragged your sorry ass over to our house when you were in like, fifth grade,” he laughed as he looped his arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks for the invite, by the way,” you nodded back to the clubhouse, “The guys seem pretty cool.”

He took a long drag from your cigarette and smiled at you, “I’m gonna have to bring you to every club party now, aren’t I?”

You laughed and playfully slapped his chest, “Only if you don’t want me to be sad.”

“Well,” he chuckled, “Can’t have that, can we?”

The two of you stood together in silence for a couple minutes. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulders and you leaned into his side, soaking up his scent and body heat. While he was glancing up at the sky you reached and snatched your cigarette back from him, laughing as you ran off to the opposite side of the deck to take a drag before he finished it off.

He laughed, walking over to you. He easily took it from your fingers and held his arm up so it was way out of your reach, “Whatcha gonna do now, Y/N? Grow an extra foot to get your smoke back?”

“If I take you out at the knee I won’t have to do anything like that,” you chuckled as you stood up on your tippy-toes to try and pull his arm back down.

He flicked the last of the cigarette over the railing of the deck, assuring that neither of you were going to be able to finish it. He turned back towards you with a smug grin on his face, “Hah! No taking out my kneecaps.”

You pushed him with both hands on his chest, but he still didn’t budge. He laughed, shaking his head at your attempt to be tough, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

You stepped in close to him, getting as close to eye-to-eye as you were ever going to get with someone who was practically a foot taller than you. “I could easily make you stumble, Angel. Believe me.”

“No chance,” he shook his head with a smirk.

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, definitely,” he laughed.

Before he could come up with another sassy remark you stood back up on your toes and pulled him down into a kiss. His eyes flew open wide and he stumbled a few steps back, but kept his arms wrapped around you so you stayed close to him, kept kissing him.

You pulled away, laughing as your entire face turned dark red, “Told you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. If you didn’t know better you’d say that his cheeks were turning a little red too. “Alright,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him again, “that’s a loss I’ll gladly take.”

You smiled as you cupped his face, pulling him into another, much softer kiss. You could feel both of your hearts racing as he tried to keep you held as close to him as possible. You wrapped your arms behind his neck as you felt his hands slide down from your hips to your ass, and it made you smile into your kiss. You felt him chuckle his hands slid back up to your hips, and crept farther up your back.

Finally, you had to pull away to catch your breath. Angel had a smile plastered across his face and you knew that you did too. He reached up, gently pushing the hair back out of your face to get a better look at you.

“I could get used to this, Y/N,” he traced his thumb along your cheekbone.

You smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Yea, I think I could too.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ MY OTHER HALF ❜

✨ REQUEST: nose si voy tarde però bueno, espero que no. i would like to request (obviously if that is okay for you) a headcanon with angel x reader of the day of their wedding, like súper súper fluffy.

✨ MADE BY: @artofvamps

WORDS: about 2k.

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Never in your life you could think about having a most perfect wedding, Angel didn't care about it too much, being enough for him to see you happy.

The most magical place you have ever been. Especially when the sun is almost falling, around five pm.

From the window of his room, you can see the backyard perfectly decorated by Creeper and Riz. They didn't lie when they told you that would be amazing.

White and red roses everywhere, forming vines wrapping the wooden beams of the altar. Over the guests' chairs, there are six fairy lights, giving some more intimacy when the night has come; and a red carpet in the hallway, over the grass.

All your friends are there, mixed with the Mayans, waiting for you.

Your hands are trembling, alone in Taza's room, while you hear some voices and laughs outside. You can't help but take another look of yourself in the mirror.

The white dress fits your body perfectly, falling from your chest to the floor.

The girl at the shop called it ‘a-line wedding dress’. You don't care about the name, but about the fact that you look like the most beautiful girl. Your hair is tied on top of your head, behind a delicate silver tiara and small red crystals in it. Soft make-up, that Bishop's Old Lady did for you, just like your future husband likes.

Felipe is run of words when he comes to the room, but you can see what he thinks in his eyes, about to cry.

You know that he would like that Marisol could see you marrying her son. She would love to see the man Angel turned himself into since he met you three years ago.

“Hey, I’m Angel Reyes, and you know what? You’ll be my wife one day”.

He wasn’t wrong.

But he’s not going to lie. He has been the whole night having nightmares about you running away from him; about you deciding that you didn’t want a life with him.

Ezekiel and Coco have been awake too, comforting him whenever the doubts hit his mind.

Holding Felipe’s arm, he guides you downstairs to the outside, feeling your legs shaking and your heart about to explode. You have doubts too. You’re scared of him taking a step back at the last moment.

Although every bad feeling disappears from the two of you, as soon as you lay eyes with each other.

Angel is about to cry. So are you.

For you, for him, there's no one else around your orbit. Just the two of you. Him waiting at the wedding altar, watching you walk over the red carpet perfectly placed on the ground.

And, damn. You thought that Angel couldn't look better, until you have seen him wearing that suit.

A black suit, covering the immaculate white shirt under a silver waistcoat with mayan symbols tissues in it. His hair is perfectly brushed to the back of his head and his beard is giving you desires of kissing it.

Seriously, it should be illegal to look this good.

But the detail that steals all your attention is the fact that he isn't wearing his characteristics rings. That big silver cross in his right pinkie and a signet ring with the Virgin of Guadalupe in his ring finger.

Felipe kisses your cheek, to intertwine his son's hand with yours.

You can't help but use your free hand to clean the tears falling down his cheeks, making Angel chuckles softly. You are always taking care of him with the most minimal details, showing him how much you love him, before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You changed me. You changed my life. You came with that smile, illuminating all the darkness around me. You've accepted me, advised me, shown me the road to happiness, put me first. You've never, ever, judged me. You've healed me, you've healed my wounds, my soul, my heart. You gave me the opportunity I always thought I would never have… You, mi reina, have loved me unconditionally without asking for anything back. I don't have enough words to express how I feel every morning when I wake up with you under my arms, when I kiss you, when I see you dancing in our kitchen, when you… look me with these beautiful eyes as if I was the fucking Big Bang happening in front of you”. Bringing your hands to his mouth, Angel kisses every knuckle of them. “I can't imagine a single day without you, without hearing your laugh, without reading your texts desiring me a good day when you wake up and I'm already gone. I don't wanna live a single day without hearing you singing in the shower, without riding my bike with you behind my back, without you smacking my ass and screaming ‘daaaamn, this is all mine’! You make me happy like no one could do. You make me feel important like no one could do. And I promise you, fuck… I swear it to God, that I'm gonna give you all of me. Every second of every minute, of every hour of every day till the end of my time. I don't want to live without you”.

Now, it's Angel who has to clean your tears, causing some laughs between the guests. And he can't help but wrap you with his arms in a tight, tight hug. The warmest and dearly hug he has ever given you.

“I didn't know what love was until I met you. I didn't know which was the meaning of life until I met you. Mi rey. My other half. It was you, and only you, since I saw you the first time sitting on your bike, smoking and with that face of grumpy idiot”. The guests laugh again, because they all know that pose. “And then you standed up and started to walk, and I thought ‘what the hell is wrong with his leg’”. More laughs. The loudest comes from your future husband. “But I would never change you for anyone else. We've been through bad days and good days. Shitty nights and funny nights. I would never change my life with you for anything else. No one has ever made me happy as you do every moment of my existence. You're the most awesome, incredible, loyal and lovely man I have ever met. You fight for me, you take care of me, you protect me. You make me smile whenever I feel insufficient, whenever I feel sad, whenever I feel that I don't belong anywhere. My home, my life, my happiness is wherever you are, Angel Reyes”.

Then, Taza as the priest looks at the two of you, before guiding his dark eyes towards you. “Would you want to take Angel Ignacio Reyes in hol—”. He can't finish, being interrupted by the man in question clicking his tongue. “Of fucking course she wants”. Gently grabbing your chin with a hand and placing the other on the back of your head, Angel kisses you by pecking your lips, making you laugh.

But Leti breaks the moment, coughing exaggeratedly. You asked her to be the flower girl and she has been practicing the last month, to don’t mess up her task. The most important one, actually.

For the next two hours, you can’t stop looking at your hand tangled with Angel’s, and the two fresh golden rings in your fingers. To other people they could be just two pieces of jewelry, but for you it’s the purest way to show him your love, your support, and your unconditional trust in him.

And for the next two hours, Angel can’t stop kissing your face all around. Going down with furtive kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your knuckles; not being able to take off from you his other arm around your waist, tightly closed to push you next to him.

Coco and Gilly are in charge of the speech, knowing that it’s going to be more funny than you thought, when they get up from their chairs drunk as fuck after too many shots of tequila. “Yo, mami… you really got the golden dick”. “Man!” Gilly punches him on the shoulder, making him strumble with his own feet and having to grab the other’s jacket to not fall. “I’m speaking the truth! Who was gonna think that he would get the girl to this point, ah?” “Not me”. “Me neither”. “You jealous, ah, motherfuckers?” Angel tosses them a napkin, causing the laugh of everyone around you. “Seriously, girl… How you do it to st—”.

“Enough?” Leti whispers to EZ, sitting by her side. The younger Reyes nods in silence, getting up, making Creeper and Riz a sign to take them off from the center of the yard; between curses in spanish and in some kind of invented language because of the alcohol.

“Hey, brother, I just want to tell you that by far this is the happiest moment of my life. You don’t deserve anything but all the love and the affection, and we all know that only her can give it to you”. You’re starting to think that EZ’s purpose is making Angel cry, because his eyes are being filled up with a bunch of tears now. “Our lives haven’t been easy, you know that… And you have put all the weight on your shoulders since ever, but I’m proud of you. Of who you are. Of calling you my brother. Mi sangre. I don’t desire you anything but happiness, Angel”.

“Yeah, and God bless your patience, sister”. Leti can’t help but add that remark, trying to not laugh when she finds you nodding energetically, before kissing your husband’s tears running down his cheek.

The big toast echoes all around the ranch, in the meantime that the prospects from Yuma and Stockton bring the cake. One of them. That’s the main, a three-story cake of black and white chocolate with your names drawn in red. Canche’s wife has made it for you. She’s an amazing pastry.

And you thought that Angel wouldn’t do it. HE PROMISED YOU ONE HUNDRED TIMES.

But that piece of shit were lying,

Stamping a piece of cake on your face, your husband quickly grabs your wrists to avoid you punch him, or do the same to him. As you sob between chuckles, keeping your eyes closed, Angel licks your lips with the tip of his tongue. “Mi dulce, mi favorito”.

“You promised me…”

“Ah, ah… I promised that I wouldn’t smash YOUR face IN the cake. And I didn't”.

After cleaning yourself and changing the heavy dress for another one that fits your silhouette to the perfection, you are ready to give your husband the last surprise of your wedding.

“Are you takin' me to a dark corner?” “Stop asking, Angel… You'll see”.

At the front yard, a baseball bat and a ball awaits. “What's that, baby?”

“Sh… I throw you the ball, and you hit it, okay?”

So there you are, watching Angel in position as in his old times, when he used to play in highschool.

You throw it.

He hits it.

And in just one second, the distance between you gets caught up by a pink powder, almost staining your clothes.

Angel is in shock. The bat falls from his hand. Eyes widened. Parted lips. His skin bristled, as his cheeks got wet again because of the tears.

“Felicidades, papi”.

He can't stop crying, embracing you with all his strength to his chest. Your husband can't believe anything that is happening today. All he has ever wanted is happening in a sight.

“The day we met, you told me that one day I would be your wife. And I told you that you looked like the father of my future children”.

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narcissasdaffodil · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @daisybarks

I’m tagging @kiki-the-creator @hopeshoodie @juggalohenrik @eskiix and @rennell

This is a little snippet from enough for you, which is my most recent WIP. This is the cheating fic, which I’ve likely referenced. This might not make sense out of context.

The other three piled into the back, Aislinn in the middle and the other two having window seats. Bobby handed the others their food and sat back with his arms folded. “Aw, come on! I wanted shotgun! And why is this car such a mess?” Bobby grumbled, his heart not fully in it.

“It was worse than this. We actually cleared it slightly to make room for everyone. And Marisol did say that one of us could take shotgun, and I let Lucas have it because he’s taller.” Hope pointed out once she chewed her mouthful.

“It smells weird in here too. Is there an air freshener?”

“It’s broken. Olivia forgot to replenish it. I haven’t noticed the smell if I’m honest, I’m used to it.” Marisol finished her breakfast, grabbing the empty bags and got out of the car, binning them and made her way back to the car, putting on her seatbelt. As she started the car, the sat nav came on and she left it there. She was going to try and rely on her memory, which might not be the best idea.

Once everyone plugged in their seatbelts, they set off. Marisol followed signs for the motorway until she got stuck in a queue getting onto the M4. It was crawling, and she opened the windows to let some fresh air in. The air conditioning only blew hot air and was next to useless.

As the car stopped, Bobby started rooting around at his feet until he discovered a bag full of ketchup bottles and another bag of chocolate, crisps, nuts and sweets. In addition to the two bags, there was a lot of sweet stuff sitting on the floor.

“Who needs an entire bagful of ketchup bottles? Eight bottles in one bag!” He studied the bag, slightly perplexed.

“Wait, what? So that’s where all the ketchup went! I kept buying bottles, and Olivia clearly kept swiping them. Eight bottles, really?” Marisol’s eyes widened at the mention of the ketchup. Bobby handed Lucas the bagful of ketchup, who studied it himself.

“Most of these are open, and half full. What’s the point of starting a new one when the old one is already half full? I was checking that side of the car as well, how did I miss this?” Lucas checked the bottles in the bag. “Some of these are expired too, quite the stash! One or two years out of date.”

“Eww. See what you can salvage, and we’ll bin the rest when we get to the beach. What a waste of good ketchup, I even bought Heinz! I can’t believe she was stealing it.” Marisol stared at the bag, slightly miffed. “That being said…I did use it for a lot of meals, I did have a little ketchup problem. It would vanish every single time we had an argument. Which means she was taking it then to be petty, likely. It’s a major pet peeve, she sees it as such a waste.”

“More of a waste is definitely her stealing it, as of course you’d buy more! Does the money she’s wasting ever come into it?” Aislinn asked.

“Nope, no way. She’s the type who broke her phone last month and had her parents buy her the newest iPhone in replacement. It wasn’t even cracked or damaged, so she let me have it. I changed everything over, her parents aren’t paying for my phone as well. It was going to go to waste completely otherwise, she would’ve just binned it.” Marisol laughed slightly at the idea of Olivia even thinking about money. The same person who regularly spent £400 on clothes per week and went on regular shopping sprees definitely wasn’t the type to care about the money she’s wasting.

She looked back at the road just as the queue moved and moved forward again. “Found anything else that is edible? There’s bound to be food hanging about.”

“Gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberry laces, Strawbs, this bag is all sweets. There’s a soft container of Pringles too, I wouldn’t touch those. There’s also unopened bags of fruit and nuts so I’ll take those out. Most of the chocolate is fine too, and the unopened crisp bags. This is quite the stash! Half of it is empty packets. Did she just use the car for a dustbin?” Bobby handed Lucas the dodgy snacks, who just bagged them with the dodgy ketchup.

“She pretty much used the car as a bin, yup. And she kept stealing the sweet stuff from the flat, so I had to keep hiding my biscuits and chocolate. Eventually we agreed that she would buy her own sweet stuff and quit taking mine. Guess I didn’t clarify that sweet stuff meant ketchup too, and she couldn’t just steal stuff in petty revenge.” Marisol explained. To her relief, the queue started moving quickly and she took advantage, getting onto the motorway without too much fuss. She wasn’t a fan of driving on motorways.

“The window’s not working again, could you please open it from your side?” Lucas asked.

Marisol opened both windows, the car was starting to get absolutely roasting. The feet smell was starting to get to her slightly.

“The windows in the back don’t work, by the way. Hopefully you guys are fine with just these ones open.” Marisol called in the direction of the back, the others nodded in response.

“Can we get rid of some of the mess at the beach? There’s sandwich containers, coffee cups and something squishy back here.” Bobby prodded the something squishy and took his hand away fast. “That’s definitely gum. Why has she stuck that on the back of the seat?” He pulled it off with a tissue, wiping away the residue.

“We can get rid of the leftovers, coffee cups and sandwich containers at least. Or anything that’s gone off. The rest of it, I don’t know what she wants done with it. She might’ve left, but it’ll seem a bit too final to clear out nearly all of it…” Marisol’s voice faded slightly and she bit her lip. “Look, I’m not overly pleased with the state of it myself. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry currently. I’ve had too many arguments with Olivia over it, and she made it worse to mess with me. I gave up mentioning it eventually. You’ve been complaining so much, it’s getting on my nerves.”

Marisol focused on the road ahead, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you’ve made your point. Maybe me and Lucas are just more used to it, but it’s been far worse than this before.” Hope broke in before Bobby decided to reply.

“Why didn’t we just split into two cars anyway? I wouldn’t have minded driving, and it’s a little cramped in the back. Driving’s not ideal, I prefer shotgun, but Lucas nabbed that. We could’ve split into me and Lucas in one car, and you three in this one.” Bobby grumbled.

Lucas stared at Marisol in panic, his eyes widened at Bobby’s statement. “That wouldn’t work. You barely paused for breath when we got lost yesterday, and during the first film of the Harry Potter marathon. I couldn’t handle it then, being trapped in a car with just you wouldn’t work.”

Marisol’s mouth twitched, and she struggled to not burst into laughter, putting on the radio instead. Classical music burst out of the speakers, and she jumped. Aislinn quickly synced up her phone to the radio, attaching it via a charging wire. She instructed Lucas in the front, who followed her instructions and in no time at all, a playlist replaced the classical music.

“Phew. I forgot Olivia always listens to Classic FM, on loud. She’s even had noise complaints, from classical music of all things. And, Bobby, if you want to drive on the way back, be my guest! It made completely no sense to split into two cars just because you couldn’t handle the mess.” The hot car was making Marisol slightly grumpy, and she snapped at him.

The car fell silent as they became absorbed in the music. Marisol and Aislinn had done far too much drunk karaoke, and she recognised the playlist from that. Hold the Line started playing and Marisol started singing along to it, forgetting the others were in the car. The energy carried through the car and lasted until the end of the song. She stopped, slightly breathless and blinked, wide eyed.

“Wow. I forgot how good you were at this. My favourite karaoke partner ever. Maybe we should try it again, but sober?” Aislinn said.

Her words stunned Marisol slightly, and she blushed. “R...Really? You think I’m that good? I doubt that, I freeze up on stage. Drunk karaoke is slightly different.” Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Not after that time in secondary school, when you auditioned for the school talent show and got so nervous that you were sick backstage, and your throat closed up while on stage. You couldn’t sing anything and tripped coming off stage on a loose shoelace and wiped out. To make matters worse, it was recorded and passed around the school until you were known for that. Your sister hated being associated with you as a result and it was so embarrassing.

Marisol fell silent, chewing on her lip and listening to the music. She signalled and moved into the left lane, ready to come off the motorway.

She focused entirely on driving and only relaxed when she got to the car park. She parked and let out a sigh of relief. “No sat nav needed at all, and not a foot wrong. That proves it, I’ve got a better sense of direction than Olivia.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone does.” Bobby pointed out. “Along with being better at being on time. I had to tell her a fake time for my birthday two months ago and she was still late.”

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hopeshoodie · 4 years ago

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Part 7 of my Pros and Cons of dating the different islanders (yes I’m finally coming back to this :P)

Gary

Cons

He doesn’t have a whole lot of thoughts about things that he’s not actively excited or annoyed by, and he doesn’t really feign interest. If MC buys a new top, or is invested in a new show, or anything that Gary doesn’t really care about, he’ll really disinterestedly say “that’s cool babe,” and make her feel like it’s unimportant. He’s not patronizing/embarrassing her on purpose, he just doesn’t have a lot of tact. You would have to really talk to him and work with him to get him out of this habit, because he doesn’t see how it’s hurtful or care that much to change.

He gets really defensive. If you call him out on his behavior or point out how he’s really stubborn, he’ll argue with you without really considering if his behavior is bad. Arguments with Gary suck because it gets to a point where he’s not hearing you and will just say “whatever” and refuse to engage. The best way to change Gary’s behavior is some pavlovian shit- you need to offer positive reinforcement without him really noticing. When he communicates really well, shower him with affection. When he picks up after himself, tell him how much you appreciate it.

He’s very willing to walk away from things that challenge him instead of trying to grow as a person. We saw that with him and Lottie- whenever she or MC offered valid criticism of his behavior he would just walk away. That applies to most areas of his life- if he tries a new hobby and isn’t good at it immediately he’ll drop it. He doesn’t really like trying new things or going to new places, and if something challenges his worldview he’s more likely to ignore it than engage.

I’ve said this already but he buys MC heart shaped jewelry and pandora charm bracelets...

Gary’s a lad. While he doesn’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings, he never really engaged with social justice issues and he hasn’t done the work needed to be anti-racist. He’ll laugh along to sexist, racist, homophobic, and ableist jokes without really thinking about the implication. He’s loath to call anyone out. If MC points out ‘hey that thing you/your friend said is hurtful,” he’ll get defensive and say “why are you ruining a good time? It was just a joke” If MC sits down and explains to him how the things he says are actively hurting her, he’ll internalize that and not do it. But he’s really hesitant to say the same to other people- he doesn’t want to ‘ruin the mood’ and get made fun of for being ‘PC’.

Gary’s super dense. He doesn’t really pick up hints very well, so MC needs to explicitly tell him “I need you to compliment this dress” or “we haven’t gone on a proper date in awhile and I’m feeling undesired, can we go out for dinner tomorrow?” I firmly believe that the reason Gary tolerated all of Lottie’s passive aggressiveness was because he didn’t pick up on it, so MC needs to be direct.

He doesn’t appreciate all the effort it takes to get all dolled up, even though he loves it when MC goes all out. I know he SAYS he doesn’t like high maintenance women, but in canon when given the choice between Hannah (seemingly low maintenance) and Marisol (very outgoing and done up), he chooses the higher-maintenance option. Every woman he dated on the show was a glam kind of girl- MC, Lottie, Marisol. So while he loves when MC has a full face and outfit done, he complains about how long it takes her and how she always sneaks away for touch ups during the night. He’s one of those dudes who is like “wow you’re so pretty without makeup” but you’re literally wearing foundation, contour, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush- he thinks the difference between makeup and not wearing any makeup is red lipstick. This is super annoying because MC puts a lot of effort into her look only for him to downplay that effort but still enjoy the results.

Building off of the above, Gary severely underestimates how much effort it takes to do “domestic work” like cooking, cleaning, and administrating for the household (I imagine pre-MC he forgets to do the basics like renew licenses, register to vote, schedule appointments, etc). So if MC points out how she spent the whole day cleaning, he’ll be like “that seems a bit much? You just cleaned the kitchen?” and doesn’t really get it until MC breaks down “I swept and washed the floor, I disinfected the dishwasher, I ran cleaners through the sink link, I cleaned out and organized the fridge, I dusted and sanitized the chandelier, I organized the spice drawer, I wiped out the cabinets…” He’s not really motivated to learn how to clean or do laundry or cook.

He doesn’t communicate. This is canon- he doesn’t tell Lottie where his head is at in the game, he strings Lottie and Hannah along, and he doesn’t reassure MC when other girls are clearly cracking on with him. So most of the problems in a relationship with Gary come from MC not knowing what he wants and him never initiating emotionally vulnerable conversations.

He’s not going to do well if MC needs to travel a lot for work, and he’s not going to move to live with her. Even after his nan dies, I don’t see him leaving Chatham. So if moving to a new place is important to you, this is a dealbreaker.

Pros

If something goes really wrong, he’ll never do the same thing twice. This applies to physical mistakes as well as emotional- if he forgets to wear eye protection and gets sawdust in his eyes, he’ll be religious about wearing glasses from them on. If he forgets a birthday or anniversary and makes MC cry, he will be SO diligent from then on about remembering dates. On that thought, he HATES seeing MC cry. He will move heavens and earth to stop whatever’s upsetting her or fix it.

Hugs and cuddling from Gary? So comforting. He just has that vibe, like he’s a really good cuddler. Not to mention that he’s really good at the nasty in canon, so it would stand to reason………

All of that internalized masculinity has an upside- he wants to take care of his family. He’s on top of all the ‘masculine’ caretaking stuff like buying a home, maintaining the landscaping, fixing the tires on the vehicles, shoveling, fixing stuff up around the house, managing the cable/internet/tech. Which is nice because I hate doing those things, but also I’m absolutely teaching him how to do laundry and pick up after himself.

Gary is SO calm in emergency situations. I have this headcanon for Rahim too, but the more panicked those around them get, the calmer they are. Especially in situations where they’ve prepared/considered before like tornadoes or floods. They’re not the kind of guys who take the lead normally, but in these super dire situations they find it in them to take over and calm everyone else down. I can see him having a lowkey stockpile of food, an emergency first aid kit, and a go-bag.

I know people don’t like this headcanon, but too bad. Gary is catholic. That’s the law. Sorry I don’t make the rules. That’s not so much of a pro for me, an atheist nihilist lesbian, but I can recognize a religious man has a certain amount of charm. He has a close knit community, is super consistent about attending services, and has a certain level of taking morals really seriously. He definitely donates a fair bit to charity and is always the one saying “love thy neighbor” when people are being shitty.

Gary’s spontaneous, but in a controlled way. He very much likes his routine and respects MC’s need for consistency. But periodically he’ll just be like “we have nothing planned for today- want to go rent a paddleboat?” or he’ll pick up flowers “just because”. If MC and he are going on a vacation, he much prefers to only plan 1 or 2 things to do a day and then once they’re in the place see interesting things and suggest ‘let’s do that’. He’ll do really thoughtful stuff like text MC if she has anything planned for dinner then randomly bring her favorite restaurant food home. Thursday nights are date nights!! Doing formal ‘dress up nice and go to a proper dinner date without the kids and movie’ is really important to him.

Gary’s a really good dad. Like yeah he has a lot to learn about not telling his son to ‘stop crying’ and not telling his daughter ‘no boys until you’re married’, but he genuinely wants the best for them. He’s really supportive of their hobbies/sports/interests, and will happily pay for summer camp/field trips/conventions. He might not ‘get it’ all the time, but he’ll smile and nod.

He gets a lot of delight out of really little things. If his kid draws something for him, he’ll pin it to the fridge and smile at it every time he sees it without fail. If MC says she likes a certain shirt on him, he’ll triple the amount of times he wears it. He keeps the bird feeders outside their dining room window full, because he can happily sit with a cup of coffee and watch the birds for hours. It truly is the little things.

He’s really good at remembering MC’s favorite things, or even things she mentioned liking once. This is to the point where it’s a bit confusing. MC will compliment Gary’s nan on her christmas poinsettias one year, then two years later Gary buys a ton of poinsettias and is like “I thought you loved poinsettias” and not be able to remember why he thought that. So MC has to be careful with fake compliments, because Gary cannot tell the difference. But that’s still, like, super endearing and nice of him.

There’s a few LIs that I feel like could get bored in a long-term relationship. I can see Lucas, Felix, and Rahim feeling like they’re ‘falling out of love’ when the intensity of a new relationship fades and they struggle to settle into domesticity. Gary is NOT one of them. He’s one of those “I fall in love with you more every single day” kind of guys. As MC gains weight/ages, he’ll insist “you age like a fine wine” and “I like you more with meat on your bones”. He’ll insist to their kids that “your mom is the most beautiful woman on earth”. Gary was built for long-term relationships.

#pros and cons #headcanons

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 years ago

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Yesterday: One

A/N: Hey guys so I got this idea in my head for an Angel X OC story and it kind of just took off. I hope you all enjoy as I’m really excited for this. Hopefully maybe this will help me out of the slump I found myself in. I am still working on all my other stories and hope to have at least a request and the next part of Perfect done this week. Work has also picked up for me and looks like I have a long week ahead of me so I also may not get everything I want done. Thank you all so much for everything and all the support. I love you all and hope you enjoy ❤️😘

I want to thank @starrynite7114 and @carlaangel86 for listening and encouraging and helping me not only on this story but all of them! Your support means the world to me 🥰. And thank you so much Twinnie for sharing the song Yesterday by Leona Lewis for the inspiration for the title of this story. The song fits so beautifully 💖

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Angel sat at the picnic table outside of the clubhouse enjoying a quiet smoke alone. It was a fairly easy day at work with no club shit to occupy his mind. He also had not heard from Adelita all day so it seemed as if it was going to be a quiet night. He could use the break but at the same time he welcomed the noise. Part of the reason he took on so much was to keep his mind busy. It was in those quiet moments when his mind wondered too much, bringing with it the pain that always came when he thought about Juliet, when he thought about his wife.

It had been two years, five months, and three weeks since he had last seen her. It was a Friday morning. He had woken up with her in his arms like he always had, they had breakfast together, he gave her a kiss goodbye and told her how he couldn’t wait to see her that night. It was their three year anniversary. They were going to spend the evening together having a nice meal before heading to Vegas in the morning for a little get away.

It was all so normal, so perfect.

But then he ended up stuck on the other side of the border longer than he anticipated. He felt awful but she understood the club life and the responsibilities that came with it. He was sure she wouldn’t be upset. He left her a voicemail apologizing and promising to make it up to her and then rushed home as fast as he could.

When he got home everything seemed fine. The lights were off and the house just as he had left it. He assumed she had just gone to bed so he carefully and quietly made his way through the house to the bedroom and undressed before slipping under the covers expecting to find her there. He was going to pull her close and she was going to flip around and snuggle into his chest.

It’s what they always did.

But the bed was empty and she wasn’t there. He got up and searched the whole house but she was gone. Her purse was still hanging by the door, her car was in the driveway, all personal belongings were still there with no suitcases missing, and there was no damn note or signs of foul play.

It was as if she just vanished.

Some people said something horrible must have happened and other’s said she finally realized she deserved better than Angel and left him. Angel didn’t believe any of that. He held onto hope that she would come back, that all the searching would lead them to her, that they would find her. But they never did and eventually everyone else stopped looking, stopped hoping.

Maybe it was time for Angel to too.

“Hey, you ready to go to Pop’s?” EZ asked, stepping in front of Angel’s gaze.

Angel nodded getting up from his seat at the table. The brother’s tried to make it a point to go have lunch with Felipe at least once a week after EZ began prospecting for the club and the two had become busier.

Angel was thankful that EZ was out and had decided to stick around town. Despite all the resentment towards his younger brother he still loved him more than anything. It made him feel really good when EZ told him he wanted to prospect for the club, that he wanted to be a part of something that Angel was.

After everything that the Reyes family had been through it was just nice to have everyone together again.

The two pulled up in front of Carniceria Reyes backing their bikes up to the curb before turning the engines off and taking their helmets off. Angel stepped off his bike when he overheard the two women’s conversation across the street as they tried to act like they weren’t looking their way. He knew they were. Someone was always looking at him and his family like they were dirty, no good criminals.

“It’s honestly such a blessing Marisol isn’t around to see this and poor Felipe.” One of the women, probably in her fifties with a horrible Karen haircut said to her friend who looked almost like an exact copy of her as they sipped on their lattes outside the coffee shop. She was trying to keep her voice hushed as if that would matter. It didn’t, Angel already knew what so many people in this small town thought. “First his youngest kills that cop then Angel kills his wife, poor girl.”

There were the people who thought Juliet was dead and there were the people who thought she left him but worst of all were the people who thought Angel had killed her, like he would ever do that. He never once laid a hand on her and never would. She was his soulmate, the only woman he ever loved besides his mother. The fact that anyone thought he could do such a thing to her is what hurt the most, it’s what made him feel sick.

“Oh come on, you don’t know that.” Her friend said, trying to defend the boys. She had watched them grow up, they were good kids. Yes they were a part of the biker club now but that didn’t make them murderers. “Anything could have happened to her.”

Karen, or at least that’s what Angel was calling her sipped her coffee before meeting Angel’s eyes across the street. She looked away quickly ducking her head to respond to her friend. “Linda, everyone knows it’s always the spouse. There were no signs of foul play, no evidence. People don’t just up and vanish like that. He had to have done something to her and then buried her somewhere where no one would find her. People in those biker gangs do that shit all the time”

Angel clenched his jaw about ready to stomp over there when EZ grabbed his arm, keeping him back. “Don’t Angel. It’s not worth it.” He understood where his brother was coming from. He hated the looks he’d get around town and the ones his brother got too. People looked down on them and it fucking sucked but they couldn’t change their opinions on them. They knew what was true and that was all that mattered.

“We can't just let them get away with that, dragging our name through the mud and spreading their gossip. Someone has to set them straight EZ.” Angel kept his gaze on the woman across from them. He was sick of this, sick of the rumors. There was only so much he could take before he snapped again. Last time the fucker who wouldn’t shut up ended up in the hospital. “I can’t do this anymore. I didn’t fucking kill her.”

“I know, I know.” EZ tried to calm his brother down, to be the rational voice he needed. He wasn’t here for Angel when everything went down but he was going to have his brother’s back now. Angel met Juliet while EZ was in Stockton. EZ didn’t know her well but from the visits she would make and hearing about her he knew she was a great person. He also knew how much his brother loved her and how broken he was after her disappearance. “It doesn’t matter what they think. Everyone is always going to have an opinion on what happened. Just ignore them Angel.”

“It’s not that easy Ezekiel.” Angel snapped. He didn’t mean to take it out on his brother. “You don’t know what it’s like to have everyone look at you like you’re some fucking monster, to have to hear as people whisper all the horrible things you supposedly did to the one person who you loved more than anything. Yeah so you killed a fucking cop, a dirty cop at that. That’s not the same.” Maybe it was a low blow but EZ had no idea what Angel was going through. He couldn’t know what it was like to live with the constant reminder of that night, what it was like to have his whole relationship under a microscope like it was everybody’s business.

Angel sat in the small room staring past his reflection at whoever may be on the other side of the glass watching him. He had been in here for at least forty minutes. He was starting to get antsy as he tapped his rings against the table. Each moment wasted in here was a moment lost when he could be out looking for Juliet.

The door finally opened as an older gentleman with grey hair in a dark suit walked into the room. Angel sat back in his chair looking the man straight on. “Mr. Reyes, I’m detective Lawrence. I’ll be working the case on your wife Juliet Reyes.”

Lawrence took a seat across from Angel folding his hands on top of the table. “Now why don’t you tell me everything, starting from the beginning.”

“Look I’m willing to give you whatever the fuck you need to find my wife safe and alive but I don’t see why I’m here when I could be out there looking for her.” Angel said pointing to the door.

“Just have to follow up on all leads. The best way to find your wife is to start with you Mr. Reyes.”

“Angel.”

“Angel.” Lawrence corrected himself. “You knew her better than anyone right? So our best shot at finding her is you.” Lawrence gave him a forced smile. Angel Reyes had a record, was a known criminal and a member of the Mayans MC. Right now he was their number one suspect if foul play happened to be involved. “So start from the beginning Angel. Friday morning was your wife acting suspicious at all? Anything out of the ordinary?”

“No, everything was completely normal. We woke up, had breakfast like we always do and then I had to go to work early so I told her I loved her and would see her that night. She had about an hour left before work so she was going to finish grading some of her students' drawings before going in.” Juliet was a kindergarten teacher here in Santo Padre. She loved her job almost as much as she loved Angel.

“And that was the last time you saw her that day?”

“Yeah.”

“That night was your anniversary right? You said you had a trip planned for the weekend to celebrate?”

“Yes. We were going to have dinner at home and leave first thing in the morning.” Angel recalled. He was so excited to have a mini vacation with Juliet. They had been trying to get pregnant for a while and were hoping a relaxing vacation would be just what they needed with all the stress in their lives.

“But you didn’t make it home in time.” Lawrence sat back folding his hands in his lap. “Why was that?”

“I was working, ended up being later than I anticipated. I called her to let her know. Her cell went to voicemail.” Angel had called her when he got a moment alone to tell her he’d be running late. He didn’t want her to worry about him and felt terrible about being late. They had one rule. If he was going to be doing club shit then she needed to know where he was. She was a natural worrier. He never wanted to add to her worry so he promised he would inform her of everything so she never felt blindsided. “I left a message.”

“So it was your anniversary. How many years?”

“Three.” Angel was starting to get testy. He didn’t see what any of this had to do with anything.

“Three years,” Lawrence emphasized, “That’s a long time. Three years is a big deal and you bailed on her. You don’t think she’s just maybe upset? Maybe she left for your vacation herself or is with a friend.”

“She didn’t leave. She wouldn't just leave like that.” There was no way Juliet just left him. That wasn’t like her. Plus all her belongings were there. “Why would she leave without anything? Her fucking purse and everything was still at home. No,” Angel shook his head, “She wouldn’t just leave me like that. Trust me if she was upset with me she would have let me know.”

“Like on Thursday. We have a witness who says you and Juliet got into a little bit of a heated argument outside the school on her lunch break. What was that about?”

Angel chuckled bitterly. He couldn’t believe this was happening right now. He was already worn out enough with worry. Now this asshole was starting down a path he hoped he sure as hell wouldn’t. “If whoever your witness is thinks what we had was a heated argument” he knew who it was. It was Brenda he was sure. She never did like him and made it well known. “I don’t want to know what they think a fight is. We got into a minor disagreement. Nothing out of the ordinary for a married couple.” Yes things got a little heated that afternoon but they had made up that night. It was none of the assholes goddamn business.

Lawrence decided to let that slide, for now. “Okay so if she didn’t leave then what happened?”

“What else would have happened?!” Angel shouted, slamming his hands onto the table. He was over this now. “Someone must have grabbed her or something.”

“And who would do that?” Lawrence pressed him. Angel was starting to crack. If he was going to get a confession it would be soon. “Who and how? There were no signs of a struggle. You know what that tells me?”

“What?” Angel asked through clenched teeth squeezing his hands into fists.

“It tells me if something did happen to her, it was someone she knew, someone close to her. Someone who she shared everything with.” Lawrence leaned back onto the table towards Angel. “Someone she trusted, who she loved enough to marry.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” Angel’s chest started heaving as he did everything in his power to not deck this mother fucker right here and now. “You think I did something to her?”

“Statistically speaking it's usually the spouse. Maybe you came home, she was naturally upset, things got physical. You love her. I can see that.” He was just trying to get a reaction from Angel, anything that would make him slip up. “You didn’t mean to hurt her, it just happened.”

Angel wanted to lunge at him but instead he just stared him down never breaking the hold he had on his eyes. “I’ve never laid a fucking hand on my wife. Maybe you should look at her psychotic ex. You know the one she had to get a fucking restraining order against?”

“Mr. Reyes, we are following up on all leads. How about you let me do my damn job?” Lawrence barked back at him.

“Maybe I would if you were fucking doing it well. You’re wasting precious fucking time breathing down my neck when you could be out there, I could be out there!” Angel shouted, “Looking for my wife!”

“If you weren’t home then where exactly were you? Do you have an alibi Mr.Reyes?” Lawrence asked. Angel said he was working late but he knew the scrapyard wasn’t open that late. What else could he have possibly been doing so late? Sounded like a good excuse to Lawrence. “Where were you Angel?”

Angel couldn’t exactly say where he was or what he was doing without possibly incriminating himself and the club. They were on the other side of the border doing a drug run. That did not really provide a good alibi for Angel. Angel knew he was in a real fucking tight spot. “I want my lawyer.” He wasn’t going to give them any more, especially if they weren’t going to be helping him.

Angel sat at the table outside the Carniceria with Felipe and EZ enjoying their lunch. The sun was out only adding to the heat Santo Padre usually experienced. Angel finished his burrito wiping his mouth on his napkin and sitting back as he looked at the various shops across the street. Thankfully the two women decided to leave rather than watch the Reyes boys and their poor father.

Sometimes Angel really fucking hated living in a small town where everyone knew everyone.

“So EZ tells me you have a date tonight,” Felipe spoke, gaining Angel's attention.

“Yep,” Angel said. He didn’t really have much to say about it. Quite frankly he had debated bailing more than once but he wouldn’t do that to Sierra. Gwen, Juliet’s best friend and partner in crime had been trying to set him up for months now insisting that he should move on, that that’s what Juliet would want but he just never could. Now EZ had joined in with trying to play matchmaker. Eventually Angel gave in agreeing to one date but nothing more.

Sure he had been with other women, mostly just sex with the girls from Vicky’s but that was different. The sex was meaningless, a way to fill the empty void inside him, but an actual date that meant something more. Going on a date symbolized the start of something new, a future for him without Juliet. It felt like if he took this next step he’d be giving up on her and any hope that she was coming back.

But it has been two years now. Was it really so wrong for him to try to move on?

“How come you never dated after mom?” Angel asked Felipe. It was a question that had been on his mind, especially after he experienced a similar loss to his father.

“Your mother was the love of my life and still is,” Felipe told his boys. He didn’t often talk about Marisol to his sons. Even eight years later it was still hard but Angel needed to hear this. “It just never felt right but you’re still young Angel. You have the chance to start over, to have a family of your own. Juliet would want that for you.”

Everyone was constantly telling him what Juliet would want like they would know. The thing is they didn’t know. No one knew her like Angel did. They shared everything, told each other things they’d never tell another soul.

They were soulmates.

But maybe this time they were right. Maybe this was what she wanted.

Angel checked himself out in the full length mirror on the closet in his bedroom. He was wearing a green plaid button up and his best pair of black jeans. He felt weird standing here in his bedroom getting ready for a date with someone that wasn’t his wife. He didn’t know exactly how to feel but he knew this was the right time to start. He’d never feel completely ready. It was just something he had to do, to rip the band-aid off and get back out there.

“I always loved that shirt,” He could hear Juliet saying, could see her standing behind him in the mirror. “It’s okay baby. I’m gone and I’m not coming back. You deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy.” She smiled, the one that shined so brightly reaching all the way to her eyes, the one that always made him feel lighter.

This is what she would want.

He took a shaky breath, smiling as he fixed his hair up quickly. He would do it for her. He would do anything for her. With a spritz of his cologne he gave himself one last once over before heading out to the living room where his audience was waiting. “Well, how do I look?” He asked, holding his arms out.

“Like an ass in a green shirt,” EZ grinned from his spot on the couch. Angel flipped off his brother while Serena, Gwen’s five year old daughter whacked EZ on the arm.

“Hey you be nice to uncle Angel!” She shouted defending her favorite Uncle. Angel and Juliet were her godparents and spent a lot of time helping out as much as they could with Serena after her father bailed on her and Gwen. It wasn’t difficult, they both fell in love with the little girl instantly. The time they spent watching her grow up is what pushed them to start thinking about a family of their own. Angel only wished Juliet was here to see the sweet little girl Serena had grown into.

“Thanks princesa” Angel chuckled, leaning over and pulling her into a hug as she jumped off the couch and into his arms.

“I think you look beautiful.” She mumbled into him as she squeezed her little arms around his neck.

Once Serena pulled away from the embrace Angel stood up meeting Gwen’s smile. She stood up off the couch coming over to Angel and straightened out his shirt that her daughter had now wrinkled up. “The most beautiful man,” she teased, smoothing out the last of the wrinkles. “You look great Angel. This is going to be good for you.” She knew Angel had doubts about dating but he couldn’t go on like he was. She loved her best friend more than anything but Juliet wasn’t coming back. If she was alive out there somewhere she would have at least contacted Gwen somehow. That told her that chances were she wasn’t alive.

Angel became like family to her. She came to love him just as much as Juliet. They were family. After Juliet disappeared they became each other’s rock through the hard time. They both lost the most important person in their lives. It was good to have someone who could really relate to what they were going through.

“It’s time.” Gwen smiled up at him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You look good Angel.” EZ joined the three giving Angel a hug. They were all here for Angel. This was a big step he was taking. “Now you better get going before you are late. That wouldn’t look very good for your first date.”

“Right.” Angel nodded. He didn’t need to be late on his first date and he had one stop he had to make before he went. He gave them all a smile ruffling Serena’s hair before he headed for the door.

“Wait!” Serena called out chasing after him. Angel turned around taking the small tin she extended out to him. “They’re mints so your breath doesn’t smell icky with smoke.”

Angel shook his head chuckling. Serena was honest for sure and always made her displeasure with his smoking known. “Thank you.” He leaned over kissing her forehead before heading out.

On his way to his date at the bowling alley he stopped at the playground just a few blocks away from Santo Padre Elementary. Angel made his way over to the swing set on the far north side of the park. The park was one of three around town this one being the biggest one.

Angel took Juliet here for their first official date and after that night under the stars it became their spot. It was here where she first started letting her walls down around him. She came to Santo Padre to stay with Gwen after escaping her then husband, James.

That night she told him a little about James. From that day on Angel wanted to kill that asshole and swore to her and himself he would never treat her as such. With him she would always be safe. He only wished he was able to keep her safe as he had promised.

Angel sat on the swing he used to push her in twisting his wedding band around his finger. He smiled to himself remembering the carefree feeling being here together always brought. It was the little things between them. They didn’t have much but as long as they had each other they would be set for life.

“Fuck I miss you Jules.” Angel sighed, swinging lightly back and forth. “I miss you so fucking much. I’m lost without you. You were my everything. I’m not ready to let you go, not fully, but I have to do something. You’d want me to move on, right?” He looked up at the pink sky as the sun set. Sunset’s were always her favorite thing. Juliet loved sitting outside watching the colors of the sky change before the darkness took over and the stars began shining.

“I love you, mi amor,” he murmured as he slipped the band off his finger. “This isn’t goodbye, just see you later. You’ll always hold my heart but it’s time. It’s been long enough.” Angel ran his hand through his hair trying to calm the growing ache in his chest. “You aren’t going to come back, I know that. I just hope wherever you are you’re resting easy. We’ll meet again.” Angel brought the wedding ring to his lips giving it a kiss before he slipped it into the pocket of his kutte above his heart. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

****

The guy’s were all hanging around outside the clubhouse the next day towards the evening. They just got back from a short run and were enjoying a nice smoke and beer before heading home just enjoying each other’s company.

“So?” Gilly nudged Angel’s shoulder with his beer wiggling his eyebrows.

“So what?” Angel asked, giving him a look.

“How’d the date go?” They were all wondering how it went but were waiting for Angel to bring it up himself which so far he had yet to do.

“Alright,” Angel shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“Just alright?” Creeper asked from over at the picnic table. “That’s all we’re going to get?”

“What, you guys want to hear all the details like we’re a bunch of teenage girls at a slumber party?” Angel mocked them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share there just was not much to share. They hung out for a couple hours, talked a little and then said their goodbyes. There was no spark or anything making Angel want another one. At least not with her.

“Did you at least get good head or something?” Coco asked, leaning his back against the table. “I heard Sierra gives great fucking head.” He chuckled along with the others.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Angel laughed with them. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“Really? Does that mean there’s not going to be a second date?”

“No second date.” Angel admitted. “We just didn’t click.” She just wasn’t Juliet. “She’s free game.”

“Well I’m proud of you hermano, for putting yourself back out there.” Coco said, raising his beer up in a toast to his brother. They all took a drink for Angel. It was a big step, one they thought he may never take. They were glad to see Angel at least trying.

“Fuck. Now that Angel’s back in the game we’re all going to have to step up our game.” Gilly commented.

“Like you had any game to begin with,” Angel teased, laughing with the guys.

Bishop came out of the clubhouse looking for Angel. He just got off the phone with one of their brothers from another charter with information that would change everything. He smiled watching the guys joke around and laugh. Working with the cartel added extra stress to the men. They didn’t have as many light moments as these.

“Angel,” Bishop called out from the top of the steps. “Can I have a moment?”

“Sure thing Prez,” Angel called back, releasing Gilly from the headlock he had him in now. He gave Gilly a pat on the back before following Bishop into the clubhouse and to Templo.

Bishop stood by Angel’s chair. “You might want to take a seat for this brother.” Bishop’s face was dead serious making Angel’s smile drop instantly. Angel did as was suggested as his mind began racing. His first thought was somehow Bishop found out about his deal with the rebels but then he figured he wouldn't be here if that was the case.

“What’s going on Bish?” Angel asked cautiously. Whatever it was he had a feeling it was not going to be good.

“I just got a call from one of our brothers in Arizona,” He started sitting down as well. “It’s about Juliet.” They had eyes out for her even after all these years. Until they had some solid evidence of what happened to her Bishop wasn’t going to give up. Juliet wasn’t just Angel’s wife but a part of the family. They all hurt when she went missing and they all felt for Angel and all the pain he endured the last two years. “Two hunters found her in Prescott National forest.”

Angel’s heart stopped. He knew this day would come eventually but he wasn’t ready for it so soon. He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to believe it. Thinking she was dead and knowing were two very different things. With just thinking there was at least a sliver of hope that she could be alive and well out there. Angel stood up from his chair. He couldn’t hear this. “I can’t Bish.”

He went to leave when Bishop caught him by the arm. “She’s alive, Angel.”

Angel must have misheard. He turned back around, his face scrunched up. “What?”

“She’s alive. She’s in the hospital up there. I guess she took a bit of a tumble.” Bishop said recalling all the information he was given. “They are going to have a couple of the guys posted there until you get there.”

“She’s alive?” Angel still couldn’t believe it.

“She’s alive,” Bishop grinned, pulling Angel into a tight hug. Bishop pulled back holding the back of Angel’s head doing the best to keep his own tears at bay as the younger man’s tears fell off his lashes. “You go get your wife and you bring her home.”

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joftw · 4 years ago

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Date: Thanksgiving ( November 26, 2020 )

Location: Roseville, VA

TL;DR: Jo comes out to her dad yay ! yes I know this is a week late don’t @ me

Jo hadn’t meant to invite her girlfriend to Thanksgiving dinner with her father who she wasn’t yet out to -- it just happened. Her and Mari had been texting about Thanksgiving, and when Mari said she had no plans, it was a knee-jerk reaction to invite her. It’s not a holiday that’s particularly significant to Jo, especially considering the last few years had been spent just her and her father eating dinner at the Roseville Diner. But she did realize pretty quickly that asking Mari to meet her dad was a pretty big step, and more importantly, one that she wanted.

She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t have any objections to someone else coming to dinner with them, but she was a little surprised that Mari didn’t mind being just a friend for the evening. Of course, it’s not unlike Marisol Guinto to be so understanding, but it was a favor that Jo didn’t like asking of her to begin with. The self-consciousness of a new relationship had worn off back in Berlin, and now Jo likes people knowing who she’s dating, because she’s proud to be with Mari. Pretending otherwise feels like a step in the wrong direction -- but it was just for one day, she had to remind herself. She’d tell her dad when the timing is right, not over the phone before Thanksgiving.

But there’s something surreal about seeing Mari and her dad -- her two favorite people -- sitting at the same booth in the Roseville Diner. Her dad has always been easygoing and Mari is always charming, so ideally there’s no reason for them NOT to get along, but seeing the two of them interact together makes Jo feel like she’s on cloud nine, not even minding if half the time they’re making fun of Jo in one way or another. Despite all the drama and tragedy that this year had brought, it’s brought a lot of good to her too, and there’s something fitting about celebrating a day to be thankful with the two people in her life Jo’s thankful for everyday. It’s because of that that Jo realizes the conversation with her dad isn’t one for the future, but one for today.

Of course, letting it slip to Mari that she loves her right before her father comes back from the bathroom also provides a small sense of urgency.

Despite initially having plans with Mari to spend the rest of the evening with her, when dinner ends Jo tells her she’s going to go back to her dad’s hotel for a while, and she’ll see her back at school. There’s guilt that comes with ditching Mari, especially after having said the three little words for the first time in their relationship, but Jo knows that she can’t have THAT conversation until she has this one first.

“You could’ve gone back with your friend, you know,” Steven Tran says as he flips the light on in his hotel room, with Jo following shortly behind. She had told him she probably won’t spend the night in his hotel room this visit because she has homework to catch up on (when in reality she just has a girlfriend she’d rather sleep with), but she takes note that he had rented a room with two beds anyway.

Jo takes a seat on the edge of the bed closest to the door. “Yeah, I know. I just figured we should spend some time together, just the two of us. You did come all this way.” There’s a lightness in her voice that typically only comes out with her father, but Jo feels her voice catching a little, sounding more awkward than usual (though she could be imagining it). She’s nervous, she realizes, which shouldn’t come as a shock to her. The last time she had seen him had been the week before fall semester began, and before that she had been home for the entire month of June. There had been many family dinners in that time where she could’ve gotten this conversation over with, but she had always told herself there would be a better time, or that once a better opportunity presented itself, she would say something. It takes her sitting in her dad’s hotel room right now to realize those had only been excuses, and she wishes more than anything she had another excuse to further put this off.

“I can’t believe this is your last year here, and our last Thanksgiving here.” He sounds wistful when he says it, which surprises her. Jo’s never really thought much about their Thanksgivings in Roseville. In fact, she kind of figured he wouldn’t miss schlepping to Virginia every year. New York’s not exactly close. “Do you want a drink?”

“What?” When she glances up, Jo realizes he’s holding out a beer for her. She snorts. “You wasted no time,” she chastises him, but takes the beer anyway. Usually she’d rather swallow her own spit than drink beer, but she could use it right now. Her dad’s not really a beer drinker either, so it’s an unfamiliar feeling to share a beer with him, but considering the circumstances of her visit, it’s just normal enough for her to not overthink it. Jo grimaces after taking a long swig. “No offense, but I’m not really going to miss diner food for Thanksgiving.”

“What, and are you cooking next year?” Steven laughs, causing her to roll her eyes and smile. She expects him to launch into questions about where she sees herself next year, since her future employment seems to be his favorite topic to bring up during their weekly calls (which is just so Dad of him), but instead he surprises her. “Your friend Mari was very nice.”

It’s not a question, but Jo finds herself blinking slowly, trying to figure out how to answer him. The word friend almost makes her flinch. “Uh, yeah. She is.” A small pause. “I figured you two would get along. You’re both so…”

“Hilarious?” he asks, as if Jo hadn’t been the butt of every joke at dinner. She scoffs out a laugh, taking another sip.

“Modest,” she corrects. Unfortunately she does thinks he’s pretty fucking funny, as far as dads go, although it doesn’t hurt that he’s raised her into having the same sense of humor as him. But it’s hard to feel lighthearted right now, as she carefully passes the beer bottle back and forth in her hands. “So you liked her, then?” She’s trying to be casual, but she knows the hesitance in her voice is a dead giveaway. Not only is Steven Tran a retired spy, but he isn’t a moron.

Jo can see him nod slowly from her peripherals. “Why do you sound so surprised about that? I always like your friends. Whenever you do let me meet them,” he adds, tone a little pointed. There’s that word again: friend.

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, instead letting her eyes glaze over the beer bottle in her hand as she tries to figure out a way to start this. Jo’s thought of a million different scenarios where she DIDN’T want to have this conversation, but she’s never once figured out the perfect way to do it -- and if there’s one thing Jo likes, it’s doing something the right way. She’s suddenly very aware of her heart beating quickly in her chest, the way it always does before an important final for a class that she’s not completely confident in. This moment feels like a test in itself, one she’s losing confidence in by the second.

Despite not talking to her anymore, Jo already knows her mother wouldn’t approve of her relationship. She’s not a stranger to feeling like a disappointment to her mother, because her whole childhood had felt like not being able to live up to her mom’s particular standards. Jo doesn’t even see it as a bad thing anymore, just a fact of life, that mothers are always going to want something different for their daughters. The fact is that her mother’s also always been small-minded. It’s because of her that Jo thought it was normal for people to rudely gawk when two people of the same sex walk hand-in-hand, and why she had lived in New York City all her life and had barely been below 34th Street until she was fifteen (her mom thought everyone who lived Downtown “had loose morals”). Her mother hadn’t been incredibly religious, but they attended church every Sunday because of her, and she had once told Jo she wouldn’t let her not get married in a church. It had taken Jo years to realize the feelings she had for her best friend Rose in high school were beyond a normal friendship, and she can’t help but put some of that blame onto her mother.

But while her mother had always made her thoughts and opinions very transparent, Jo’s father was another story. They’ve always been close, especially in the last five years, and yet Jo struggles to think of the last serious conversation she’s had with him that wasn’t about her career. She can typically go to her dad with anything and everything, she knows, which is why it’s so hard that she feels like she can’t physically get this one thing out. It’s not from a lack of wanting, because during their weekly calls lately Jo can feel herself having to hold back from talking to much about Mari -- except every story about her has been prefaced with my friend, because she had even been afraid he would see right through her for talking about one friend in particular so much. It’s from a lack of knowing his reaction, the fear of the possibility that her dad has the same views on her mom did, and the potential that it’ll change everything between them.

Jo’s lost her mother and her brother already -- by choice, after choosing her father over them. It’s not a choice she thinks she’ll ever regret, but the idea of losing her last of her family just because of who she is as a person is enough to make tears prick in her eyes. Eyes close tightly as she brings the beer bottle to her lips once more.

She can feel the bed move when her dad takes a seat on the edge of the bed beside her. After swallowing the rest of her sip, Jo decides to rip it off like a bandaid. “Mari’s my girlfriend.”

The room is silent, though Jo can’t hear it over the sound of her blood pumping in her ears. She stares straight ahead, refusing to look at him until he says something; she’s not sure she’d be able to deal with the look on his face if it’s even slightly negative. The heinous beer she’s been drinking definitely doesn’t help her churning stomach.

Finally he clears his throat. “Okay.” It’s hesitant, but clear.

Jo finally looks at him. “Okay?” she echoes, eyebrows raised.

Steven Park shrugs once, looking a little embarrassed -- whether it’s of himself or her, she can’t really tell, because he doesn’t elaborate. It occurs to Jo that this is probably where she’s gotten her poor conversation skills from. She feels tears forming in her eyes again, though this time she’s not fast enough to hide them. “Hey, Jo,” he says softly, in a tone she hasn’t heard him use on her in years -- as if she’s a little girl again, and he’s comforting her after a hard day of school. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, you just… I don’t really know what to say. Except I love you.” He says it like it’s so obvious that she can’t help but let out a short, breathy laugh. Jo shakes her head at him, quickly swiping her eyes.

“Mari… she’s the friend you were always talking to this summer, right?” The question makes Jo snort, because she hadn’t thought he really noticed. She nods. Her father doesn’t say anything for a beat, before finally adding, “Well, I guess I’m not that surprised.”

“What?” She doesn’t mean for it to come out sharp, but Jo can tell she’s scared him by the way he flinches at the look she gives him.

“I mean… you’ve been at Gallagher for three and a half years, and in all your time there all I hear you talk about are the redheads. I’d find it hard to believe you made any more friends,” Steven says, and she knows him well enough to know he’s kidding, just by the way the corner of his left mouth lifts slightly. It makes it all feel a little more normal, even if she is still wiping a few uncharacteristic tears off her cheeks. “And who wants to spend Thanksgiving with someone else’s Dad?”

Jo shakes her head, a small smile flickering on her lips. “Well, that’s just Mari,” she admits, causing him to laugh. Eyes narrow in his direction, because Jo doesn’t like being laughed at. “What?”

“Nothing,” he assures her. “You just sound… happy. You seem happy, too.” Steven glances over at her, eyes flickering over her face, looking at her so tenderly that Jo has to look away, otherwise more tears will come. At least those are of a different feeling altogether. “I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but… I do worry about you,” he continues. “I know you’re tough, but sometimes I’m afraid you don’t let yourself, you know, be a kid. Especially after everything that’s happened. I just want you to be happy, kiddo.”

“I am,” she says, voice small, because Jo’s afraid to say more (and god knows she could say a lot about how happy she is right now) and possibly regret it.

“Good,” her father replies, “then that’s all that matters.” He pauses for a few seconds, and when he talks again, he doesn’t sound as sure as before. “So, uh. Is it serious? I’m guessing it is, since you let me meet her.”

She can only let out a small laugh, wiping the corners of her eyes as she nods. “Yeah, I guess so.” It’s awkward talking to him about this, but it’s the kind of awkward that comes with discussing relationships with your middle-aged father -- the kind of awkward that also feels normal. Already she can feel her heartbeat steadying once more, and while the butterflies still remain, it’s only because they’re talking about Mari. “I actually… told her I loved her,” Jo admits, and it’s impossible not to cringe. “While you were in the bathroom during dinner. It sorta just happened.”

Part of her worries that if they keep talking about it, she’s going to say something that will suddenly no longer make it okay. But for now, he just laughs. “That explains why you looked as pale as a ghost when I came back. I thought you just ate too much.” Steven pushes some hair out of his eyes, sitting up a little straighter when he says, “I hope you know you didn’t need to keep it from me. I mean, I’ve expected for a while something was off with you, but I figured it was just senior year nerves. There’s nothing you could do that’d ever make me stop loving you, Jo.”

Jo’s never been sentimental, finding outward displays of love and affection cringe-worthy at most. So she can feel her dad stiffen in surprise for a moment when, instead of scoffing at him, she wraps her arms around him tightly. Lips press to the top of her head, and suddenly she can feel it: the weight of the world she’s been holding on her shoulders suddenly disappear. Tonight she’ll have another big discussion with Mari, but for now she lets herself enjoy her father’s embrace, as well as the feeling of her last shred of self-doubt being slowly erased.

#jo ; self-para #ngl i'm not really proud of this but i pushed through anyway bc i have replies to do #and if felt lame not writing such an important plot point for her #so have this trash

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snesdudes · 4 years ago

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NEVER LET ME GO

Pairing: Henrik x MC

Prompt: Henrik switched. You didn’t. That wasn’t what he expected, and you don’t understand what happened to turn his head, but you’re gonna find out.

After writing Lucas’, I had to write it as well for our sweet mountain boy. Both of them were out of character when they face MC after switching to Blake, and we all know Henrik would be kicking himself for it.

“I’m just saying you’re more into it than she is.”

A long sigh escaped through Henrik’s lips as Blake’s words settled down on his chest. He had been having some doubts since they got the video message. At least three guys were grafting on you, hard, and the sight of you whispering in the ear of one of them, making him blush hard, made his heart feel heavy. You had that skill with him, as well, a few words were enough to make his cheeks flush red, but he was fool enough to think that was something you only wanted to do to him.

Blake moved a little closer, watching him impatiently, waiting to see the effect of her words. “I shouldn’t tell you anything about the things I saw before getting here…” She muttered, and that did surely get Henrik’s attention. His face turned to her, alarmed.

“What do you mean?”

Henrik got to the Villa planning to flirt with gorgeous girls, chill by the pool, make friends and have a laugh. You certainly caught his eye even before he arrived, but Lucas was quite determined to get you, so he chose to play it cool and get to know the rest of the girls.

Somehow, he always ended up looking at you. He always ended up smiling at you. And his heart hammered so fast when he realized that, every time he looked at you, you were looking at him. Every time he smiled at you, you grinned back.

When you kissed him in the Kiss & Tell challenge, he knew he was screwed. And when you chose him for your date, and coupled up with him that very same day, he felt adrenaline rush through his veins in a way he had never experienced before – and, for him, that was something else.

He thought you were it. What he had been looking for. The big adventure of his life.

That, until he saw that video, his hopes cracking. He was already so low he couldn’t even see the intentions of the woman sitting beside him, thinking she was being a mate and helping him.

“Well…” Blake continued, a manicured hand resting on top of his forearm. “She isn’t set on you. She’s kind of waiting for someone better to show up.”

Henrik blinked. “S-someone better… better than me?”

“She had a conversation with Priya after you coupled up, and she said you were kinda cute, but surely not her endgame.” Blake lied, thankful that Shannon wasn’t around to call her bluff. “Her exact words were ‘he’s gonna be good fun until the right one appears’. I’m sorry to tell you this, babe. But you’re such a nice person, you deserve to know the truth.”

Henrik turned his face away from her as he fought back tears. In a moment where he was thinking straight, he would have realized those words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. But his head was spinning and his heart breaking and that evening you would come back to the Villa with the right one by your side and he would have to watch you with someone else and… and…

“Thank you, Blake… You deserve to stay here.”

The atmosphere was kind of frosty as the boys waited outside the Villa. Shannon and Rahim talked lightheartedly with Noah, Bobby and Gary were not participating. Neither was Henrik, his gazed fixed on the ground as he tried to steady his heartbeat.

“She’s gonna be devastated.” Bobby said, loud enough to make everybody stop talking. “You realize that, right? That you’re gonna walk in there and hurt her?”

It took a moment for Henrik to realize he was talking to him. His jaw dropped slightly.

“Are you serious? She’s so obviously going to switch.” Blake spoke before he could.

“We aren’t talking to you.” Gary cut in, and Henrik’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by his friend’s tone, Blake a little taken aback. “You’ve obviously taken advantage of a bad moment for him.” Gary pointed at Henrik. “I get you want to stay in the Villa. And I don’t know what you’ve done to cause this…”

“But you will regret it.” Bobby continued, Gary nodding along. “Both of you, actually.”

Henrik resumed his former activity of staring a point in the ground. Gary sighed loudly, and Blake squeezed his hand. When did she take his hand?

You knew you were fucked when you met Gary’s eyes. The blond was pretty much an open book, and he looked at you as if he couldn’t wait to give you one of his cuddles. He spoke to Chelsea and that didn’t help to make him feel better, but you couldn’t help but grab his wrist and look into your friend’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You squeaked, searching for an answer in his gaze. He didn’t say anything, and Bobby made his entrance.

After talking with Marisol, he gave your shoulder a light squeeze. You already felt like crying. Why would the guys be so worried about you if it weren’t because Henrik had dumped you? You looked at them with panic.

“Whatever happens, we got your back.” Bobby nodded.

“Oh, sugar.” Priya surrounded your shoulders with an arm and squeezed tightly, sensing the same tension. You circled an arm around her waist for support as you looked at the entrance, fighting back tears.

Henrik made his way towards the firepit and saw you standing with another person by your side. He quickly looked away, to the other girls. So, I did the right thing. He cleared his throat to introduce Blake to the group, and when he finished his sentence, his eyes found their way back to you… And saw the person standing by your trembling figure, holding you, was Priya.

What the… No no no no… NO!

Blake left his side to air kiss you on both cheeks and he just stood there, gobsmacked. Everyone was silent, the only noise was Blake’s voice and you soft sniffing. Chelsea chirped in, trying to break away the tension with an unfortunate comment.

“Don’t compare me to her –“ Blake started, but Henrik grabbed her arm and she stopped speaking.

“What’s going on?” He demanded, his voice a little louder than he intended. He cleared his throat. “We… we should talk privately.”

Blake nodded, obviously shocked.

“Is that really everything you’re gonna say?!” The voice was broken, but firm. He turned around to look at you.

You couldn’t believe how this night had gone. You had been so excited to see him again, and now, not only he had switched, but he hadn’t said a word to you yet. Henrik wasn’t cold. He wasn’t insensible, he was open and honest and genuine.

Your gazes locked and he let Blake go, striding towards you, only to be met by a hand pushing against his chest. “Nah.” Lottie was in front of you, blocking him. “You’ve done enough. Talk to your little weather reporter, calm down and then we’ll let you talk with her. She deserves some space after what you’ve done.”

He wanted to tell Lottie to fuck off, but whatever he looked he met judging gazes. They were around you and he couldn’t see you anymore. Only when he looked over Priya’s shoulder he saw your silhouette jogging, far from the firepit already, making your way into the Villa.

You had taken a shower to clear your thoughts and slipped into more comfortable clothes. The warm water had washed away your tears and your sobs couldn’t be heard while you were there. When you stepped out, you felt slightly calmer. You brushed your hair and looked at your reflection in the mirror – you looked exhausted. But the night hadn’t ended yet, even if you were already wearing your #cherrygate pj’s.

You walked out of the bathroom and found Priya and Chelsea waiting for you.

“Hey, you- oonf!” The both of them pulled you into a crashing hug that caught you by surprise.

“Babes! How are you feeling? What do you need? You want some bubbly? Maybe a tea? When I’m sad I always go and get my nails done. You want me to paint your nails? Is that what you want? I can totally do that!”

A giggle left your lips at Chelsea’s blabber and you hugged them back, gratefully. Both of them returned the hug and their hands rubbed your back soothingly.

“I’m fine, girls.” You sighed. “I could do with some bubbly, though.”

Chelsea squealed with delight and they led you to the dressing room, where a bottle of champagne and three glasses were waiting for you. Chelsea served the drinks as the three of you sat down.

“Lottie’s downstairs getting to know the new girls.” Priya explained, knowing it was odd that she wasn’t here to talk shit about Henrik.

“I just don’t understand it.” You murmured, drowning your broken voice in a sip. The bubbles made you feel better. “I thought we had something real, you know? I can’t believe he’s had his head turned in jus a few days. And the way he acted in the firepit…”

“Oh, oh!” Chelsea raised her hand. “I spoke with Gary, I wanted to be ready if we had a girls’ council.”

You stared at her expectantly while she beamed at you. “…and?”

“Oh, right. Well, he said Henrik had been worried since they got the video message, similar to the one we got from them. He seemed low and spent a lot of time by himself, but yesterday he told Rahim he wasn’t going to switch. But this morning Blake took him to the roof terrace to speak and he seemed so upset later. That’s what Gary said. And then at the ceremony he switched! Everyone was shook!”

You frowned, still not understanding. “What does that mean? Did something happen between them that made him change his mind? But then, why was he so upset?”

Priya let out a groan. “Babe, I spoke to Henrik. Well, Henrik spoke to me, actually.”

“What?!”

“I know what happened.”

The moment you stepped into the roof terrace, a pair of arms flung around you and hugged you tightly, your face squished against Henrik’s chest strongly, knocking the air out of you.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You have to believe me! It was all a fucked-up, stupid mistake, I am...”

“Can’t… breathe…” You murmured. Henrik took a step away from you, his hands on your shoulders, as you took a deep breath. You looked at his face, and he looked just as exhausted as you did. His hand found your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away, his touch lingering on your skin. “We aren’t really good at this, are we?” You said, your fingertips brushing on the bags under his eyes.

He took your hand in his and led you to sit down.

“I talked to Priya.” He said. “Blake said something, and I…”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t going to switch, but she…”

“I know.”

He frowned. “You do?”

He looked clueless, and terribly cute. You smiled despite the fact that you were still hurt.

“When will you accept that I’m always a step ahead?” The kindness on your voice made him visibly relax. “Priya told me Blake manipulated you to make you think I was playing you. And Chelsea told me you were already feeling bad about the video you guys got. We got a similar one. So, I understand.” Henrik grinned, but you pursed your lips. “Still… You chose to believe a fixed video and a snake who only wanted to get into the Villa. Instead of believing in me and everything we’ve said, all the moments we shared.” Your voice was stern, and his shoulders dropped. “You really believed that I was playing with you? All those times we kissed, the conversations we had, our night in the Hideaway? You really believed all of that was a lie? That I would do that to you?”

There was a moment of silence. Your voice, although harsh, wasn’t trembling anymore and it wasn’t loud. And all throughout your speech, you never let go of his hand, your thumb tracing circles on his skin. He let everything sink in. This was one of the toughest days of his life. And although he was relieved to see you wanted him, and everything Blake said was a lie, he had now to face the fact that, because of his own actions, he might lose you.

You waited patiently for him to speak. His blond hair fell upon both sides of his face, and you could see a crimson hue reaching his cheeks as he stayed silent. He was ashamed.

“You’re right. I should’ve been more confident, and trust you with everything I had. You never gave me a reason to doubt about your feelings or your loyalty. I was just… a bit of a mess while you were away. And everything Blake said suddenly made sense. It’s just… Too good, you know?”

You stared at him with surprise. “What about this is good at all?” You asked, but he shook his head. He let go of your hand and placed both of his at the sides of your face.

“We are just too good. We’ve known each other for like two weeks. And it already feels as one of the best relationships I’ve had? It made sense that I was just seeing what I wanted to see, that I was getting excited over something that wasn’t really as good as it seemed to me. Because when I think about it, really think about it, I can see it doesn’t make any sense to already feel like this.”

You smiled at him sweetly.

“Oh, honey. The thing is, it doesn’t need to make any sense.” You took his hands from your face and intertwined your fingers with his. “I did have a conversation with Priya the morning after we coupled up.” Henrik cocked his head, curious, and he reminded you of a puppy. Your smile grew wider. “I told her I was a bit scared after our night together. We had just met each other a few days before and all my eggs were in your basket… Like you, I wasn’t sure if it was a good signal that I was feeling… so close to you, so early.”

Henrik gulped. “What did Priya say?”

You mimicked Priya’s expressions and accent as you said. “Sugar, let go and enjoy the ride.” You both giggled together, the burden on your chests feeling lighter. “That’s what I’ve been doing.”

“I guess we should’ve talked this out before.”

“Well, we didn’t know about Casa Amor.” You shrugged. You moved closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, Henrik quickly wrapping an arm around you. You could her chatter around the Villa, voices and some laughs, and for a moment it was as if nothing had happened. “It’s so weird to think you’re coupled up with someone else.”

“Tell me about it.” Henrik groaned, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “We could sleep together on the daybeds.”

“I was thinking about switching her shampoo for depilatory cream, but your idea sounds good too.” You smiled up at him, and he threw his head back in laughter.

When he recovered, he sighed, and looked back at you, only to find you inches away from his face, your sweet breath hitting his lips in a way it always made his heart flip.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his voice a little hoarse.

“You little dork.” You grinned. “You don’t need to ask. You’re still my one and only.”

Your lips met softly under the moonlight; his brow furrowed as he felt a knot in his throat. He had believed he would never kiss you again, and now he felt your arms around his neck, your tongue brushing against his lips, demanding to deepen the kiss, he felt so lucky it was almost unbearable.

You kissed the tip of his nose, your thumb brushing one of his tears away, murmuring soothing words as your lips met again, melting into each other as he held you close, silently promising to never let you go.

#i think henrik would be quite easy to manipulate if he's not feeling all right #he would be slightly more chill than lucas after watching the video tho #but the right words would make him doubt #while lucas would be a total mess #but they both would be SO SORRY #litg henrik #love island the game henrik #henrik x mc #love island the game #litg #litg priya #litg chelsea

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