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[sunkissedchldrecon]

Hey! I’d like you join your YK2 game if there’s still spaces. I’ve only found your blog recently but I’ve going through all your pac readings, that’s how I found you. I really liked the topics you would choose for the pace as in they seem unique rather than the repeating of other pacs titles of that makes sense lol. Could I please request when I grow up - the pussycat dolls - how would fame be for you? Thank you! PL🫶🏼

hello! i think i get what you're saying in that the PACs seem more unique than what's sometimes usually posted? thank you for the compliment!

Cards: Three of Cups, Queen of Swords, The Empress, Five of Cups, The Hierophant

fame for you may be very indulgent. you could go to parties and network often; you might find that you make a core group of friends that you celebrate and have a close connection with. successes may show up often in your life if you were famous. your circle may be very tight knit and protective over you; you would be very well taken care of by the people you form friendships with. you could be the center of attention in this group, but you'd still manage to take care of everyone. i'm kind of reminded of how megan thee stallion is with her group of friends; obviously, everyone knows megan, but she takes good care of the people that stick beside her.

despite seemingly being very successful, you may feel very lonely. i'm reminded of the saying, "it's lonely at the top". you may feel as if other people - even other celebrities - don't understand the "weight on your shoulders" or your inner most thoughts. going back to the core group of friends, you may feel as if you have to do a ton for everyone around you like you have to give back to people who invested in you when no one else would. i'm reminded of how when people win the lottery and feel pressured by all kinds of family and friends to hand them a slice of winings, but that person isn't necessarily cared for outside of the monetary value they can provide to others. in short, if you were famous, it seems your success would be a double edged sword.

thank you for participating! feedback is appreciated, but not required <3

[yourmoonmomma]

Thank you!! 🫶🏼

You're very welcome!

[narcolini]

execution

ismael ‘mayo’ zambada x gn!reader, 1715 words

warnings for guns and implied main character death

for day 27 of whumpril: forced to kneel & grabbed by collar

tagging: @ashlingiswriting @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @empireroyals @iridescent-sol @thesandbeneathmytoes @marissa53115​ 

You know his routine well, because you know him well. As much as he likes to think otherwise, you know his habits, his likes, his inclination for fucking betrayal. Loyal to no-one but himself, no matter how many times you’ve ended the night with him tangled in your sheets.

He didn’t expect you to work it out. That, you’re sure of. It wasn’t arrogance, or a lack of care, in thinking that he could go behind your back—royally fucking you, and everything you’ve worked toward—without consequences. No, it was worse than that. He underestimated you. He didn’t think you could make the very obvious leap, didn’t think you had the smarts or the experience to catch a rat when it crawled out from the floorboards.

You haven’t had to wait long, really, just for the sun to set, for the light to sink into blue. You’re already on the boat when he arrives, because it’s always the same boat. Always the same side he leans on, forearms to the edge, Stetson in place, gaze set out over the same damn water. Every night, all year round. It’s how he unwinds. Just him, the waves, and a cigarette smoking between his fingers.

You watch him light it now. Allow him that extra moment of quiet before you step out from the shadows. It could have been something good, you and him, he could have honoured the deal you made and enjoyed the profits with you, side by side. But he works alone, right? He takes what he wants from you and then he goes it alone. He went right over your head; instead of moving the product like you’d asked him to, the product you’d shaken hands over, price already agreed, he’d gone straight to the seller himself. Made them a better deal than you had, and took the supply before you’d even laid eyes on it.

And he thought that you wouldn’t know.

He takes a drag, burning end throwing orange onto his face.

He thought you wouldn’t work it out.

‘Are you armed, Ismael?’

You take a step, then another, your gun raised to be in line with the back of his head. He doesn’t twitch to look over his shoulder at you, as you thought he might, but instead continues his habit. Smoke in, smoke out, eyes over the water.

You can hear the edges of his smile as replies, ‘You want me to get it for you?’

‘Where I can see it.’ You stop behind him. ‘Slowly.’

He parks the cigarette between his lips, straightening to reach under the back of his jacket. You knew it would be there. Knew he wouldn’t come without it, even when he’s supposed to be relaxing. He tugs it free of his jeans with one hand, slowly as you’d asked, then holds it out into the air beside him.

‘Don’t move.’ You reach forward, leaning over the balls of your feet, to take it from him. To put it in the back of your own jeans, out of his reach. Another weapon in your arsenal. The gun you’d brought is still pointed at the back of his head. At the spot where his hair curls over his collar. ‘You can turn around now,’ you say, once your feet are planted steady, and both hands are around the grip again.

He laughs once, pushing it through his nose as he returns to his lean on the edge. You watch the smoke blow up from his face as he continues on with his cigarette, like you aren’t there at all. Like there isn’t one finger twitch between life and death for him. ‘What is this?’ he asks. ‘A new game?’

‘A trial.’

‘A trial?’ You can picture his brow raising, his mouth flattening as if to say, wow, I’m surprised, maybe even impressed. ‘And you’re the jury, right?’

You rearrange your fingers, one set over the other. He’s minimising it on purpose. He knows you have a piece pointed right at him, he knows you’re playing juror and executioner alike. ‘Turn around, Ismael.’ You want to see his face. To look at him as you make him listen, it’s your right to do so. It’s the least he could give you. A final gift before parting. ‘No es una broma, ya.’

He sighs, taking a final drag before flicking the half-spent thing into the dusk in front. Over the edge, into the water. A path he’ll know well enough by the end of the night. He turns slow like he’s got all the time in the world. ‘We both know you won’t use that.’

‘You fucked me over,’ you bite, flinching the gun forward slightly. ‘I want an explanation.’

His hands go up, not fully, but elbows bent, palms hovering by his shoulders. He doesn’t look half as surprised by your reaction as you expected him to. He’s still smirking slightly, like he doesn’t quite believe in your commitment to the threat. ‘We can’t talk about this over dinner?’ he asks.

‘What, so you can lie to my face again? Tell me you can’t wait to do business together?’

‘It’s how this life goes. The better deal always wins, darling.’

‘No,’ you scoff, ‘it’s loyalty that wins.’ Loyalty that keeps you alive. ‘You really thought I wouldn’t realise it was you?’

He shrugs, palms dropping again like he’s settled on the idea that you won’t shoot him, would never shoot him. ‘I thought you would come back with a better offer.’

‘Liar.’

His head tilts. Maybe.

‘I paid you to do a fucking job, Ismael.’ It’s getting harder to keep your voice steady, to walk the line of threatening, imposing, without going wild in rage. If you didn’t want to make a point of all this, you’d forget words all together. Screaming, and roaring, and painted black metal into the side of his head. ‘You thought I would just let that go?’

‘Pues,’ he sighs, ‘no pensé en ti, de verdad.’

Right, because he only thinks of himself, over and over again. Whatever will get him higher up the ladder, further away from his competition—and that includes you, now, because you were two steps behind before he fucked it all up. You’ve had enough of it. You were starting to tire of it before all this, of him and his inability to settle. But now? Now, you can’t even spare him the breath to pull an apology, or an acknowledgement of guilt, from his snaking tongue.

‘Get on your knees,’ you say, jumping forward a page. Script thrown overboard with his cigarette.

His lip twitches, smirk hiding under the ends of his moustache.

You flick the gun down to the floor and up again, showing him where he’s got to go. You won’t relent. You won’t let him talk you out of this. ‘Kneel, or I’ll put a bullet in your thigh.'

‘Wouldn’t the knee make more sense?’

You shrug. ‘We can find out.’ You’ve already made peace with the idea of shooting him, in whichever way that falls. Any sentiment you’d shared toward him, has split the way your deal had: by his hand, at his benefit and consequence. ‘Which do you prefer?’

You angle the nose down, to his thigh first, then the knee, and then he sighs and folds before you have to take it any further. The toes of his boots scrape as he puts them behind him, denim knees to the shrimp-muck floor.

‘You want me to say sorry?’ he asks, already talking in a way that shows he wouldn’t, even If you did. He’s looking up at you, or trying to, restricted by the brim of his hat. A bored expression sits beneath the edge of it.

You take it from his head, hanging it by your side afterwards, half a mind to put it over your own hair now. One hand’s wrapped around the gun still, pointing right at his forehead. ‘I want my money back,’ you say, truthfully, ‘I want what I’m owed.’

His head tilts. His voice softens, like he’s sitting across a candlelit table, and not looking up at you from the ground beneath. ‘We can make an arrangement.’

‘It’s already been made.’

His eyebrows twitch together, gaze sharp and searching your own. He can’t even begin to imagine what that means. Doesn’t know the sort of conversations you’ve had with Sinaloa, with Güero himself. The deals you’ve struck up in his absence—and in the guarantee of ensuring that it remains.

‘Y’know,’ you laugh bitterly, ‘I had visions of us being the new jefes de jefes. You, me, a shit-load of money.’

He’s staring still, not moving at all besides the slight breeze through his hair, through the curls behind his ears.

‘But you couldn’t let up control, could you? Not even for me.’ He’d sooner throw you under the bus, strip you of product and power, than share a title with you. ‘It’s sad,’ you say, ‘you signed your own death when you made a new deal.’

He goes to respond, but there’s the slightest chance that he might make you hesitate, still, after all he’s done, that he might make you change your mind. Or at least pause for long enough, that you doubt your own ability to continue. So you don’t let him.

Instead, you grab his collar, rough and unlike yourself, to tug him upwards, straight over his knees, and bend down to meet him in a kiss. It isn’t like any kiss you’ve ever given, all malice and regret, and strange, foreign bitterness. It’s like you’ve never even touched him before now. You don’t recognise how it feels, how his mouth matches to your own. The stubble on his chin is like sandpaper. The scent of his aftershave is almost strong enough to make you grimace.

You pull back, while it’s strange still, with your teeth catching on his bottom lip. All that’s left is to put a final farewell into the inch of space between your mouths, breath on breath. 

You can’t manage to say the words. 

Goodbye, Ismael. 

Gun to his temple, cold to the damp of sweat across his skin. 

We had something good, for a while, but it isn’t worth saving.

[thedevilliers]

I’m so conflicted because I feel like the twins are Bart’s and the other two child are Chris but then that would mean Chris has twins with someone else…. This is gen is getting messy I love it! The chaos of two sets of twins

sfkdsjfk mess <3 my favorite !!!!! 🤧

[anthonyreadsthecards]

firstly hope you are doing well🤍 Could i plz ask who am I? I’m curious about this question, I came across it looking through the tarot questions suggestions you have linked. many thanks (pl)

The Fool, The Hanged Man, & Nine of Chalices

You like new things, adventure, and have a child-like wonder of the world around you. That being said you tend to jump into things without really looking to see where you will land. You just close your eyes and hope for the best for better or worse. And when things don't work out you tend to be the type of person to wallow in the failure rather than try to learn from it. You're not the only person who does this, I've been there plenty of times myself. And it's hard not to wallow when you don't get what you want but eventually we all learn to grow up and finally see the other perspectives that we've been missing. You're a dreamer. You see things as they could be. You fantasize about the future and all the ways you want it to be but without proper planning, without taking an active role, the dream will be just that. A dream.

When I look at these cards I see potential for a lot of things. The main takeaway is to learn from past mistakes and experiences. Look at things from another perspective and you might just get the answers you were looking for.

Hopefully that helps. Sorry for the dragging. The cards can be a bit too blunt when it comes to the "who am I" question. But as I always say sometimes it's what we need to hear and any potential "touch love" advice is usually meant with good intentions.

Take care,

A.S.

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[nomorejust1ce]

Wow this whole reading resonated with completely! Not even necessarily about romantic relationship also about friendships about being too possessive or wanting to be in control. It’s crazy the timing of my reading because literally last night I had a moment to myself where I started to think about all my relationships in general and then my self and realised I haven’t worked on myself. And today I decided each Tuesday I’m gonna starting going to different public places to study so I’m still out n about but I’m alone and can have some time to myself without feeling lonely. And I decided I want to make goals for my self with speaking to new people in my university classes and be the one starting the convo even if it’s doesn’t lead to anything it’ll help build my confidence as I’ve realised what’s the worst that will happen it’s a short convo that’s it. So yeah wow this reading really hit home completely and kinda made me feel confident in the direction I’m choosing to go. Massive thank you!🤍

AWWWW IM SO GLAD IT HELPED YOU!!! thats so great, im so happy for you!!!!! thank you for leaving this in my inbox, it really made my night :')

[2hotwing]

hello again! May I please have a tarot reading? My question is what will my husbands first impression of me be like? Thank you! ♍️ - PL

The knight of swords came out! He’ll likely think you’re an excellent communicator? Getting something about being a smooth talker or a fast talker? Like you know how to start and hold conversations, and he’ll appreciate that. When you meet it could be at a mixer of some sorts or just a public event! He’ll get the impression that you are witty/intelligent from the conversations you have early on in your relationship! He’ll also see you as compassionate, but direct and assertive when you need to be. He may be somewhat opposite, or just not nearly be as smooth talking as you, so he’ll love seeing you drive conversations and interact with people. The place you meet at may be kinda fancy? For some reason there’s an image of people being somewhat dressed up!

[helianthus-tarot]

Hey! Firstly just wanted to say I enjoy your pacs a lot there always very insightful! Okay so this isn’t me asking for a tarot reading don’t worry but I was looking for a bit of advice. So I’m in a situation right now where I’m starting university this year September and currently I’ve found out which uni’s I have successfully gotten into. I live in Scotland so the way it works is we apply on this thing called ucas and you need to pick five uni. Long story short I got into all of my uni’s which I wasn’t expecting at all! but most importantly I got into my two top dream uni’s St Andrews and Glasgow and now I don’t know which one to pick I feel so torn especially as once I pick that one uni the offer from the other uni disappears forever. I really don’t want to regret my decision when I eventually pick one. So I was wondering is there a way spiritually to make it easier to pick one if that makes sense like is there some sort of way I can do something or focus on something to make me feel drawn to one uni more so then I’ll be able to make my decision and feel comfortable in that decision. I’m so sorry for this long message! I’m just genuinely so torn between the two I feel like I just need something to ‘show me the way’ if that makes sense lol! Thank you for reading this 🤍

Hello there! Firstly, congratulations for the offers! 

Secondly, if you are looking for a spiritual method, you would get a better answer if you asked a witch about this. I can only give you practical suggestions, which need effort and work:

Figure out the job and the company you want to get into. Yes have a list. List every benefit that you want, place/city you want to live in after studying; make a list of companies that can provide that. If you want a high paying job, usually an international company can pay you that. It really depends on your country. 

Figure out what it takes to get into those companies or that job role. 1) Go to job seeking websites; indeed, linkedIn etc. Look at the typical requirement list for that job role. You may see similar skills being mentioned, some of these skills you can learn at university through extra programs. 2) Go to the company’s employees’ linkedIns, and see their qualifications or how they ended up in that role, or even what university they got into. What you need to do is to imitate that as much as you can without sacrificing your other personal goals.

Figure out which university can offer you the knowledge, extra skills, exposure and networking that you need to get into those companies. You can check university websites and see their programs, industry relations, clubs and associations, etc. Some companies go to specific universities for career week, students reach out to these companies for job placements.  

Eg. Let’s say you want to get into International Company X. You should pick a university that has a network with X, or has alumni who work at X, or has a track record of their students being hired by X. So by going to that university, it is likely that you will be exposed to programs or career talks X company will have at your university. It’s easier to get a place when you use a channel. Yes this isn’t exactly ‘fair’, but it’s how it works. 

Eg. Let’s say you want to work for yourself, set up a business or be a freelance artist- so there is no specific company you have in mind. You need to figure out the university that has the biggest network, the biggest number of program or competition that can give you extra skills and exposure, and is situated in a strategic place for your growth as an artist or a business person so that you can grow your business right away after uni- or even during the final year.  

Connections with people are important, no matter what work you want to do. Your connection can make it easier for you to find a job, get that job, and have future collaborations. I don’t just mean peer relationships. I mean professors, people from the industries who come to your uni to give talks, NGOs that collaborate with your uni, etc.

It is a lot of work, yes. But if you do it this way, you’ll have reason and logic to back you up. This will not ensure you success, but you’ll know that the university you choose is the one that has the highest probability of success. What you need after, are effort and luck.

[mercurian-goddess]

Heyy! Could I ask for my future husbands astro placements please (sun, moon and rising) I’m PL♍️ and my favourite song currently is happier than ever - billie elish - Thank you🤍

hey pl, of course!

leo sun, cancer moon, sagittarius rising

readings are now closed.

[moonprincessdiviniation]

Hi, Could I please have an intuitive reading please? Will I meet my future husband at St Andrews university? - P♍️ Thank You! And glad your back and feeling better!

Husband: No

MK: No

Attractive: Yes

Paris: No

Girl: No

I hope you don't mind that I've grouped them together 💜

Intuitive yes or no readings are based off my intuition using the current energy of the asker and those connected. They are not fact and should not be treated as such. You are in charge of your choices and decisions 💜

[softsleepywitch]

Hey! Thank you for giving your time and doing free readings I appreciate it! I was wondering if I could get a tarot reading on what my university life will be like at St Andrews University? ( It’s a Scottish university) will I make friends easily when I start the university and like will have a mixed group of girls and boys friends (group dynamics?) Once again thank you! My initials are PL and I am a Virgo ♍️🤍

Hi! So i had a pretty large number of cards fall out concerning your life at the university. The first card is the knight of cups. this card is about being very creative during this time. problems you face you will be able to find the solution with ease. 

The second card is the ace of cups which is kind of a very similar card in meaning to the last one. you will have a large jolt of creativity during your time there, especially at the beginning. this makes sense because it is a new situation and gives you time to learn new things and perspectives.   

The third card is the seven of pentacles which says you will progress through your goals with relative ease as well. the creativity will likely help you to overcome the challenges of university and help make your way to your bigger, long term goals. 

the fourth card is the king of cups which says you need to balance these bursts of creativity with practicality. this practicality will also be very useful in helping you progress through your goals. with this creativity and practicality working together you’ll be pretty set to make it through your university years! 

and the last card that fell out was the lovers in reverse. this card is more of a warning and one you may not like to hear. romance may lead to a few bumps in this journey at school. if you do decide to get into a romantic relationship during this time/focus on one if youre already in one, don’t let it overshadow your work at university or you’ll likely fall behind or cause problems reaching smaller goals. 

I ended up asking my pendulum if you would make friends with relative ease and it said yes. after that I drew one final card to answer the group dynamic question. the card I drew was the nine of pentacles. this card is saying that the group dynamic will be balanced but its something you’ll have to work at. like if you only choose to talk to one gender, you’ll only have one side of friends. if you choose you talk to a little bit of every group, the work you put in will provide a dynamic group of friends. 

I hope this was able to help!

[artemiseamoon]

Flirting with danger

Preview for chapter 6 (of 8)

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Ramon kicks his shoes off and drapes his body across yours on the bed, his legs and arms dangling off. You can tell he's tired, which he didn't get often. You guide his head higher up, to your chest. He let out a big exhale then holsters himself up to view your face.

"Hi princesa." He smiles warmly and your heart beats a little faster. You've been a sucker for his smiles since day one.

You reach out and pinch his cheek. The two of you developed a bunch of cute little things over the months. Whenever you pinch his cheek now, Ramon shakes his head and growls, shaking his hair as he does. It's a cute silly little thing you share and one of the many things you know you'll miss about him once this comes to an end.

He's been coming home late, sometimes when you're already sleeping so your sex life hasn't been too active. Not that you mind, you rather hide under a big shirt right now and snuggle. it's actually working in your favor.

"you're too cute Mon." You gushed, moving your hands to his hair.

The moment your fingertips meet his scalp, he moans as he always does. One of the easiest ways to soften Ramon or make him melt, is the play with his hair.

Ramon closes his eyes, savoring your touch, "How was she today? I checked on her a few minutes ago, she was asleep.”

“Good, she needs it. She's the same. Ate a little though, like two bites of a sandwich."

“It's a start,” when his eyes open again, they nearly take your breath away. Beautiful deep brown eyes that regard you with so much softness you could cry, “thank you baby, for being there for her.”

Emotion floods your entire body, and you pull him into a hug. Words escape you right now, you hope the way you hold him and press you lips to his say all the things you can't form into words. …

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[yourmoonmomma]

Thank you! Wish you all the best🫶🏼

Thank you 🩷🩷

[losolvidad0s]

Culebra, A. Reyes

Summary: When you learn of EZ’s DEA deal, your relationship with Angel is put on the line. 

warnings: swearing, a n g s t 😩 

word count: 1.7K

a/n: hi everyone! I am slowing jumping back into the writing groove so here is an angsty Angel Reyes fic that made my heart crack right down the middle, wahhh. Love my emo baby Angel. Enjoy! Thank you for +350 followers!

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“Please, EZ, tell me this is some kind of sick joke.”

EZ looks at you with soft eyes, a defeated expression painted over his face as he remains stoic. If there was a chance this was a prank then you’d just wait til the boyish grin forms on his lips but that never comes. He brings his hands to hold the front of his kutte, a defense mechanism of his. 

A heaviness settles in your chest and the pit of your stomach as his words begin to replay in your mind. He tries to give you an apologetic look as you process everything. After a few moments, the worry turns into frustration then quickly to anger.

“I made a deal with the Drug Enforcement Administration that got my sentence reduced to half by becoming a part of the Mayans MC to get Intel on the Galindo Cartel.”

Your hands push against EZ’s chest, which he wasn’t expecting, causing him to stumble back. The shoves keep coming the angrier you get. “Y/N, stop.” He tries to get ahold on your wrist to stop you but the adrenaline fuels you to be quicker than him for a brief moment.

Eventually, he is able to grasp and hold your wrist steady between the two of you and as you try to break free, you cry out. “How could you? How could you do that to him? Why, EZ?!” The break in your voice when you scream his name makes him let go and step back. Your face now wet with tears, voice well on its way to becoming hoarse. 

“I had to, it was the only way. If I didn’t then..”

You scoff, “Then what? You’d have to finish your sentence? You choose to hurt your brother rather than finishing YOUR sentence that you got YOURSELF into? How selfish of you. You disgust me!” Your shoulder harshly collides with his as you walk off.

When EZ had asked to grab dinner, you didn’t expect it to end this way. After getting a bite to eat at a favorite food truck, he took a different route back to Angel’s apartment, saying he needed a friend. You thought it could be him needing to talk about how things have been hectic in the MC. Being a prospect and all.

“Y/N.” He calls out to you as you walk away from him in the darkness, you don’t go very far though. You feel defeated knowing all of this is only going to end one way, Angel’s heart being broken. You slowly turn back, “He’s gonna hate me.” Your voice barely above a whisper.  

This relationship with Angel has been a rocky one. It’s been on and off for the past year but when EZ was released from prison and began prospecting for the MC it somehow helped Angel to establish a foundation with you, opening his eyes in some way. He saw how loyal you were to him and that you were the only constant. But with this, that could jeopardize it all.

EZ watches you as a million thoughts run through your mind. He can see that you’ve been holding your breath for sometime now, “You can’t tell him.” You couldn’t believe you were saying it. Whose side are you on anyways? Would this be considered fraternizing with the enemy by asking him to keep quiet? 

His brows crease as he steps forward, “Whaddaya mean, Y/N? I have to, eventually. The DEA, they need intel and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this under the radar without risking someone getting caught under the bus. Me or them.”

“EZ, this will break him beyond repair. I can’t lose him to this. I worked very hard to get him to want me the way he does now. And the second he realizes I knew, I’m dirt to him. I can’t have that. So no, don’t tell him. You can figure out a way to keep this under water while still holding up your end of the bargain.” You plead to him, having moved closer. He searches your eyes and gently nods. A small smile appears on your lips as a rugged breath breaks through. EZ wraps his arms around you as you cry.

For a while, you thought this could all work out. It was going so well that you almost forgot about all of it. Then came the night where Angel mentioned something unexpected came up with the MC and that he’d be off the radar til the next day. It didn’t come off as worrisome with you as you’ve gotten used to these kinds of things. But then came the following morning. 

You were making your way to Angel’s apartment, surprising him with breakfast. As you go to knock the door opens and a visibly angry Angel is standing there, a pile of your clothes bundled in his arms. “Angel?”

“Ah. perfect timing, here.” He drops it at your feet with force and disappears into the apartment. You stand through shocked for a moment before stumbling over the clothes to follow him. You call out his name as you set down the bag and two coffees.  

He appears once again, more clothes and your bathroom bag. He flies it towards you, you trying to catch it but failing to. You have no idea what’s going on. But he mumbles something under his breath. Culebra. As if the air in the room suddenly begins to run out, barely any left to breath it hits you all at once. Angel continues to drop things at your feet.

“Angel…” You begin but he stops in front of you, his towering figure making you peer up at him. He starts to move towards you, an instinct of yours to keep out of harm's way and in this instant harm seems to be Angel. “Baby, talk to me.”

He bites his bottom lip, letting out a low chuckle, “I got nothing to say to you. In fact, it’s almost like when you had nothing to say to me. Boy scout and pops, I could see that coming. But you? Keeping a secret like that from me. For 2 fucking weeks?”

The venom is dripping off his tongue with hurt gleaming in his eyes.

You attempt to reach out and touch him, you being a physical lover rather than a verbal kind, but he pushes it away, “I trusted you, I opened my life to you despite being sketched out to do but I fucking did but you! You’re the one who can’t even be honest with me. It was always ‘It’s Angel’s fault, you dig yourself in these holes, Angel. Be real with me, Angel.’ But look, my own fucking girlfriend.”

The heat is literally radiating off him. But what excuse do you have? You shared his frustrations when EZ first told you but you became selfish and decided to keep quiet about it. You wanted the good times to keep rolling and because of the selfishness, it’s all crashing. 

Angel steps away from you, “I wanted to tell you. I did!”

“But you fucking didn’t. You choose him over me, you did that knowing it meant Ezekiel over Angel! No hesitation.’ He screams at you, pointing his fingers.

A sob falls from your lips as you see him breaking like a tide taking away a sandcastle. It hurts more than you imagined it would. The outcome of telling him would’ve been immensely better than this one. Why did you think it could all go away and never come to light?

“That’s not true! Of course I thought about it.. I was upset that he would do something like that to you, I truly was but,” You nearly stutter trying to get your words out. 

There were many occasions that you’ve seen Angel mad. Countless arguments, disagreements, petty acts but never like this. “But what? Hm? What, Y/N?!” He strides back over to you, getting in your face as you flinch back on instinct. 

You’re quiet, averting your eyes from him. “But then I’d lose you. That’s what I was scared of.”

Angel tilts his head, “That doesn’t even make any sense, Y/N. You think I would be angry at you because of what my brother did? I’m pissed because you knew and decided not to tell me. You walked around acting like you didn’t know. I have every right to be mad! And besides that, how fucking selfish of you, thinking of you and not how it would hurt me.”

“I was scared because your brother betrayed you, because by EZ doing this it would remind you of the hurt you felt growing up. It would make you feel like you used to… which means you would lose yourself, I would lose you right in front me. And I want all of you, good and bad, but w-we had just gotten to a good place. We weren't arguing as much a-and I had been slowly leaving more and more things here.” You look down at the articles of clothes scattered at your feet. 

Angel inhales a deep breath and lets it out forcibly. He looks to you then scratches his eyebrow, not knowing how to carry on the conversation. As your emotional distress begins to be felt physically, Angel takes your hand and holds it against his cheek.

This is something you both began to do when neither of you could speak. When the words wouldn’t form, couldn’t explain how you felt, the touch of  hand could do it. As he holds it against his cheek, you cry more. This meant that Angel understood.

As he brings your hand back down, you leap up to wrap your arms around his neck. He does the same around your waist, breathing in your scent. He closes his eyes as he sinks into you.

You won’t ever know what this moment meant for Angel. Despite feeling completely wrecked to learn what EZ had done, along with you keeping it in the dark, Angel feels wanted for the first time in a long time. Though true you wanted to protect yourself, you wanted to protect him more. To him, that’s enough to look past the wrong you did. He knows in this moment, you are truly the one for him.

[thedevilliers]

I’m placing my bet now… I think it’s Chris! Mostly because I want it to be lol but also I just read the Gwen Christmas wish post. In it emi husband coming back from somewhere which I think is Monaca and when he speaks to the twins mentions about how there grandma wants them to come visit next time. My theory is it is Chris coming back from Monaca after visiting Margot and the rest of them for the holidays.

Also low key love the twins their vibes are just chaotic. And the fact their emi daughter just makes it even better🤣

bet has been placed ✅✅✅ it makes sense and its a real possibility!! 🤭🤭🤭 whether its chris or not.... only time will tell !!!

arent they so cute lsdjfsdkjf 😟😭 emi and redacted have a handful with them 😭 one of the reasons why they dont have any other siblings just yet 😶

[anthonyreadsthecards]

Hey! Thank you for opening your readings. I was hoping to ask what are my good traits? Once thank you - PL

Ace of Swords, The Magician, & Three of Pentacles

I see a person that is good at using what is given and manipulating those things into something that is a marvel to be seen. I see a person that is capable of great works when given the space to do such. Definitely an artistic soul, possibly good with their hands, has an eye for detail. Can turn any disaster into a wonder.

Mostly I'm just getting artistic vibes. So...creativity, resourcefulness, and ability to manipulate and change something into something else.

Hopefully that helps.

Have a good one!

A.S.

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