#the way i legit almost fucking copy/pasted all of Angel's dialogue

[hausofmamadas]

all i have to say is ....... KEKW

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𖥕 A job you liked, a fiancé, a pending lease to an apartment in a city you never dreamed you’d live in, and, most crucially, a car that worked the way it was supposed to fucking work.

SKSKSKKSKSKS full audible, snort-cackling already occurring, im leaning back in my flimsy metal lawn chair (like the one Lalo uses when he’s sitting in the sewer spying on Gus) with a bucket of popcorn and some 3D glasses ready to see what fucking inane, nonsensical shit Angel does to ruin reader’s life sjskkssk

𖥕 The road you’ve had the misfortune of breaking down on is barren. Stripped back of any life and set into the dry backdrop, black asphalt against rusting earth

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWW OKAY HUST GOT SMACKED WITH THE BIGGEST FUCKING HOMESICK BC I CAN ACTUALLY SMELL THE FUCKING HIGH DESERT, INLAND PART OF CALIFORNIA THAT YOURE DESCRIBING IN FUCKING POETIC DETAIL AND I AM SSKSKSKSKSJE W WIFIEOWBW fine. Im totally fine. Im calm. Im great. Im. fine.

𖥕 You’d recognise him if he was dipped in tar. Angel Reyes, your oldest and most estranged friend.

KEKW THE WAY I AN JUST KEKW ALREADY sjsjsjss also the dipped in tar thing? Amazing? Did we get Nacho’s final hours subconsciously stuck in our minds perchance cause that’s the first thing I thought of sksksksjs poor Nacho just covered in oil. Dang, now just thinking about Angel covered in oil and we are going deeper into homina homina homina territory so I’ll stop before I get ahead of myself

𖥕 ‘Didn’t think I’d ever see you in Santo Padre again, not until one of us died or some shit.’

Okay. So it’s not like I ever doubted your skills at capturing Angel’s voice/personality but this fucking dialogue right off the bat like are you sure you weren’t in the writer’s room o que……… bc TBIS JUST IS FUCKING ANGEL LIKE THERE IS NO FIC FILTER ITS JSUT FUCKING HIM I AM CHOKING

𖥕 He flicks his chin toward you. ‘You look good, yo, real grown up.’

Its actually going to take everything in me not to copy/paste evert fucking word of Angel dialogue. THATS how spot on we are.

𖥕 ‘Thanks. You look old as fuck too, asshole.’ 

NOOOOOK JSJSJSJSJS BC THIS MAKES ME THINK OF THAT ONE TIME WE DISCOVERED CLAYTON CARDENAS IS YOUNGER THAN THE GUY WHO PLAYS EZ BY LIKE 4 YEARS SKSKSKS always with love but I am fully wiping tears from my eyes rn Sksksksjsjsjs

𖥕 It’s enough to say, I know, I’m joking. It’s been a while, but not long enough to forget how. 

Ohhhhhhsskskskksks but I have nothing substantive to say except that I just fucking LOVEEEEEE how this is PHRASED

𖥕 ‘You put gas in it?’  Your face falls open in false shock, gravel crunching under foot as you turn back to him. ‘Oh shit, you mean you have to put something in it, to make it go?’

NOOOOSNSSISKKSKS BUT I AM FUCJING SCREAMING BC IT IS ACTUALLY LIKE WORSE THAN ASKING SOMEONE IF THEY TURNED THEIR COMPUTER OFF AND THEN ON AGAIN SSKSKSK BUT LIKE HOW MUCH WAS ANGEL LEGIT EARNESTLY ASKING THIS IN AN ATTWPT TOHELP I CANT BREATHE

𖥕 You’d forgotten how easily this came to the two of you, how quickly it could bounce back and forth, how nonsensical every conversation could be once you were both there toying with it.

Oh I LOVEEEEEEE that last sentence so fucking much, like it’s one of those people where you can play conversational Madlibs with like fill in the blank or finish each other’s sentences with off the wall shit and then the other person just runs with it no questions ask I am SCREAMING NOW

𖥕 ‘Waiting ’til they come get your shitty car. You don’t want company?’

Literally EVERY fucking bit of Angel dialogue is FLAWWWWWLESS. FLAWLESS. Im calling Elgin whatever his name is now and berating him into giving you a job.

𖥕 A smile chips into his features as you answer the call. ‘No,’ he says, ‘but you’re still a bug.’ 

Haaaksksksksksksjs w w no puedo manejarlo SKSKSKS BUG I AM DEAD THATS THE FUCKING CUTEST NICKNAME IVE EVER HEARD do we love how im already failing at not responding to every bit of dialogue

𖥕 In response, he holds out his helmet for you. So smooth with it that you briefly entertain the possibility that he’d planned all this.

SJSJSJSJSTOOOOOPPPP BUT I LOVE THIS FOR SO MANY REASONS, mostly bc Angel does not have the ….. hmmmm focus and attention to detail that woikd be required to pull something like this off BUT ALSO I can see the exact fucking body language that would make Reader entertain this possibility for like a nanosecond. Just fuckingPROSE!!Y’HEARD?. PROSE.

𖥕 The Reyes’ house was only a few streets over from yours, close enough to feel like nothing, even to littler legs…

I wish you could hear the sound that just ejected from my mouth right now??? It was like beyond an “Aw” it was like a weird mix?? between a bird squawk and “aw”?? Sksksksksn it was like someone picked me up and squeezed my waist too hard?? when I was just saying regular aw?? And reallt, I feel like that’s all I need to say to indicate how FUCKING PRECIOUS THIS IS :angy:

𖥕 Well, almost. Once you met Mick it was split between the two of them.  You never quite got the balance right.

OKAY SKSKSKSKS NOOOO NOOOO IM FINE MY CHEST ISNT JUST IMMEDIATELY CRACKING IN HALF WITH THE REGRET AND THE LONGING HERE NOPE NOT AT ALL IM NOT CRYING YOUR CRYING

𖥕 You swallow some of the nothingness in your mouth as if the quiet might have a taste to it. 

massages temples hhhhhhhuuuuhhhhh alright. Well, now. Now, youre just showing off. Bc this? This is just like ……. i cant even. Like again, is making me homesick like the kind if dry night air that really does have sort if a nothing taste but its like almost clean too? I just— I am sjsjsjssjsjw feeeeling a lot of thiiiiiinnngggs in thus moment

𖥕 He must’ve caught something in your expression because now he’s overcompensating, hands up in innocence. ‘I’m not judging. Shit happens.’ 

OHHHHA BUT OUR BABY BOY he’s just trying to make up for making his friend feel bad 😭😭 like I can see rhe look on his face like simultaneously trying to avoid the doghouse but also being like, “ah, shit. I didn’t mean it like that.”

𖥕 ‘Like I said, shit happens.’ He pauses, then smiles just enough for it to reach his eyes. ‘He was an asshole anyway.’

SKSKSKSSKSKKS IN WHICH ANGEL AND I ARE ONE IN THIS MOMENT BC MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS, “GORL THE FIRST NAME MICK IS A RED FLAG ALONE” ZSKSKSKKS S

𖥕 It had been over with Mick long before you’d plucked up the courage to say so.

Owowowowowowow in no way does this resonate with anything to do with my personal life or the last 6 months, nope nope nope

𖥕 You feel your lips pull into a questioning line, like a downturned smile. It may as well have been a shrug. ’I have no idea what that means.’

OH MJJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJEJSJ MJ MJ THIS IS SO GOOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT FUCKING FACE THIS IS BUT IVE NEVER SEEN IT DESCRIBED SO WELL

𖥕 ‘I’ll text you,’ you say, handing him your phone, ‘but any drunken calls or shitty bike memes and you’re getting blocked.’

SKSKSKSKS BIKE MEMES SKSJSJSI AM CHOKING this is fuckint canon now, I am so tickled by this idea of Angel sending Reader s bunch of stupid out-of-context bike memes god sksksks s

𖥕 It’s Angel, of course. Or rather, Angelito, as he’d saved himself.

holds finger up, smacks chest coughing phew, wooooofoof okay, wow. That— yeah— that smacked right in my chesticle, mightve dislodged like my aortic arch a bit with how FUCKING JUST MMM that is. Its like beyond sweet, beyond precious I don’t even have the word

𖥕 Fine, Angel says, but he ain’t as fun as he used to be. You need a ride? Hopefully not, you type back, she’s in surgery now. Prayin for you. That shit looked terminal. Maybe you should pick me up, you type, relaying what’s happening in real time. Just heard the guy call something ‘a little bitch’ so it’s not looking good. The reply comes quick. I got you, biche.

I GOT YOU BICHE ;asdjga;sdjf;alsdj f;aoisjf alsjdf aI AM FUCKING SCREAMING OH MYGODDSSSSS THISJSUSISJSJS THIS FUCKING BANTER IS FUCKING INSPIRED TRULY

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when the crows come home

angel reyes x gn!reader, part one of ?, 3574 words

childhood friends, to strangers, to friends, to lovers

a/n: right. i have nose-dived into angel derangement and this is officially the first chapter of what i think will be a long running fic (based on the fact i already have more sections written and cannot fuckign stop) so i hope you enjoy!! (also, -e will be used in place of -o/-a suffixes throughout)

taglist: @drabbles-mc @ashlingiswriting​ @cositapreciosa​ (just now realising i didn’t specify in my post between being tagged for narcos or mayans so i just added u loves who i know are partial to mr. reyes) ((let me know if you wanna be tagged in the future)) ok shutting up <3

You’re shit out of luck. 

Every crumb of luck that life might have once given you, is spent, gone, tossed into the fucking wind with everything else you used to possess. A job you liked, a fiancé, a pending lease to an apartment in a city you never dreamed you’d live in, and, most crucially, a car that worked the way it was supposed to fucking work. All of that was gone now, plucked from your grasp.

You put your forehead to the driver’s door in defeat, phone still in your hand from ringing the tow company. They’ll send someone your way, they said, not to fix it, but to bring it back to the lot. Can’t fix a problem ’til I know what it is, the man had gurgled into your ear. You sure it ain’t the battery?

You open your eyes to the lights on your dashboard. Yes, it isn’t the fucking battery.

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