complicated

character name: Marcos Reyes age & birthday: 27 & June 18th 1994 gender & pronouns: Cis man, He/Him place of birth & time in Fallbrook: Texas, was adopted at the age of two and moved in with the Reyes family in Fallbrook district: Eris occupation: Police Officer faceclaim: Rafael L. Silva secret: A few months ago, Marcos was jumped outside of a club by a couple of guys.

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: police officer, mugging, murder, gambling, addiction

Abi had a confused look on her face, because she always thought the crush was one sided until recently. His words made her breath hitch in her throat. He was willing to try things with her despite her still having lingering feelings for Jay. They were feelings she wanted to get over. She was honest when she told him that, but Abi thought it would put him off. Marcos kept surprising her. She leaned into one of his hands cupping her face and smiled for the first time since he showed up at the house. “I missed you.” Could it really be as simple as accepting the complications? They would have to live it to see. She softly pressed her lips against his and pulled away again. “Maybe you should go and I’ll text you tomorrow….. unless you’re ready to face Mrs. and Mr. Morrison.” She said to him as the lights of her parents car shined through the window as they drove up the driveway.

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Marcos lifts his eyes up towards her. “I missed you too.” He whispers. He doesn’t know how this is going to play out but he knows that he’s willing to give it a try. To quote one of the cheesiest Netflix’s movies he would gladly allow her to break his heart in all the ways possible. He kisses her back softly, raising his hand up towards her chin, placing his index finger and thumb on each side. He groans softly, turning his head to look over at the window where the headlights are shining through the driveway. “So, if I say I’m ready to face Mrs. and Mr. Morrison?” He asks as he chews on his lower lip as he drops his hand down to his side. “Would that be too much?” All he knows is he’s not ready to leave her.

Abi’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit in a small gasp. There was a split second where old memories came back around and she wanted to defend Tia against her brother’s words. She loved that about Tia, but that was because there was a time when it was her and Tia against the world. Tia was the only one who didn’t give a fuck about her parent’s high and mighty attitudes and they disapproved of the friendship because of it (which was why Abi clung on even harder). It all came tumbling down after the incident that ruined their friendship though. She was only left with a sliver of loyalty towards Tia and it had nothing to do with Marcos or the feelings she felt for him. She was shocked by that, but also by what he admitted to. “You really like me a lot then?” She could see it in his eyes so it wasn’t really a question. Abi knew that he was trying to hold himself still, but she didn’t care. She took another step towards him. “I just don’t want you to feel guilty about this later.” She would understand if he did, but she didn’t want him to. “You know it’ll be complicated between us….” Abigail used to leap into life, but things lately had made her more cautious. She needed to be upfront with him. It made her sigh as her shoulders drooped. “I’m not over him, Marcos.” How could she when she hadn’t been ready for the breakup. She was still hurt about what was and what could have been. The cheating blindsided her and she was still learning what life was in her post-Jay era. “But I want to be.” She added honestly. She felt no need to sugarcoat it, there was no faking the feelings she had around Marcos and she hoped he could feel them. 

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Marcos clears his throat, nodding his head. “I have for longer than you can imagine, Abi...” He always held himself back because she was Tia’s best friend. He hated that he knew more about the Jay and Tia situation than he’d ever let on but he was tired of running away from everything that was happening between them. He had spent his whole life putting distance between him and Abigail Morrison. Frankly, he was sick of it. He shakes his head as he glances down to watch her take another step closer to him. “I won’t.” He says quietly, raising his gaze up towards her. “Don’t we all have complications?” He whispers, letting his eyes focus on her as he takes a step closer to her. “I know,” it was a risk he was willing to take. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He whispers, knowing the words sounded so much better out loud than they did in his head. He reaches up and places his hands on each side of her face. “I want this.”

Abigail used to have a childhood crush on Marcos, it was easy to forget him after her and Tia stopped being friends because any reminder of her hurt. Then Jay came around years later and she was head over heels for so long, but she learned the harsh reality that she had made all those happy moments up. It messed with her head and she didn’t know if she could trust her own intuition anymore, but there was always something honest in Marcos’s eyes that made her want to trust him. Was she foolish for thinking that? Was that feeling real or was she just high on his touch? Because holy shit he was hot, every movement calculated as if he was made for her. They slept together once and although she didn’t want to call it a rebound, that’s what it had been. It was fast, hot, and everything she needed then. His kisses made her wonder what it would feel like if they took their time now that she wasn’t acting out in rage. It was a dangerous train of thought and she pulled herself out of it with his words. Abigail forced herself not to touch her lips where she could still feel him from seconds earlier. “No. No, it’s okay. I was obviously enjoying that….. but, Marcos. Why the change?” She was sure he was never going to talk to her again. She couldn’t even blame him for siding with his sister, but she couldn’t do much more of their hot and cold.

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Marcos settles his hands down by his side as if this stance was going to keep him from closing the distance between them. Was he moving too fast? Was it possible that he heading down a path that would absolutely destroy anything that was left of his relationship with Tia after the fight the both of them had? He stands there for a moment, glancing down towards his feet as he tries to think a reasonable explanation that doesn’t air how bad his sister’s issues are. He lifts his gaze up towards her as he takes a step closer to her, shaking his head. “Because nothing is worth losing you over.” He says the words so quietly he’s not even sure if they left him. “Yeah, she’s my sister but...” He shakes his head. “I’m so fucking sick of hiding what I feel for you because of her... when let’s be honest,” he breathes. “Does she really care about anyone else besides herself?” It feels harsh but how could Tia sleep with Jay? Knowing how important he was to Abigail. “I just want you.” He shrugs his shoulders up. “And I don’t want to keep running from it.”

Abigail didn’t know her left from her right anymore. Her morality was in question the second she ran to Marcos after finding out about Jay, but what was happening now had the ability to turn her world upside down (what the fuck was happening with her). Abigail was so lost in his lips and in his touch that she didn’t understand the meaning behind her request. If she was being real with herself, she did but she wasn’t thinking straight when Marcos showing up was the only thing that felt right in life. A small whimper escaped her lips as she opened her mouth and welcomed him in, rolling her body against his as best as she could in their current position. Safe. Marcos felt safe. She needed that security and craved it like nothing else, but from him it was making her feel on the edge of ethereal. A loud car speeding by outside that rattled the windows made her snap out of it. “Wa-wait. Wait.” Abigail had never had to do something as hard as pull herself away from him in that moment. “Marcos.” Her voice was barely a breathe when she softly placed a palm against his chest. If they were going to do this, they would need to talk about the elephant in the room.

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Marcos groans against her mouth as the small whimper leaves her. His fingertips dig into the wall behind him as the other hand drops down the side of her neck to her shoulder all the way down to her waist. He lifts the hem of her shirt up so his fingers can brush along the skin as he keeps his lips moving against hers. Her rolling her body against his was testing the patience he didn’t realize he would ever struggle with, the patience of making sure he didn’t try to bury himself deep inside of her as quick as he could. As the car screeching by echoed in his ears, pulling him out of the desired filled haze. He pulled back, panting against her mouth, nodding his head as he gently moves a step back away from her when her hand presses against his chest. He pulls his hand from the wall and his other hand away from her hip, placing them by his side. “Sorry I shouldn’t... I shouldn’t have done that.”

She’d had it. The woman was done with the destruction that came from following her heart. It felt too dramatic to say it out loud and she wasn’t one to vent about real things to her friends (the few she had left after things blew up with Chelsea), but she wasn’t going to put herself into another vulnerable position. What happened with Jay had hurt, it was hard choosing to be the bigger person and finally talk to him a couple of weeks ago (or was it months?) but hearing him out was the push she needed to move on. It would’ve been too easy to slip back into her ex’s arms. The familiarity that Jay brought was tempting, but she knew the saying. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Abi rolled her eyes, because the second she shoved Jay out of her mind a certain officer rushed in. She slumped her shoulders and tossed her cute tote bag on the couch, doing a more reckless job than ever at setting her car keys by the entry table. She filled her time with Aurelia (as the Mayor’s personal assistant) after the confrontation with Marcos about Tia. Abi rolled her eyes, that wasn’t a topic she wanted to get into either. JT was right (as was the Morrison way), it was better to be blunt, robotic, emotionless. Her heart wouldn’t hurt so much if she could be like the rest of her family. She was about to head into the kitchen and make herself something quick for dinner when heard the knock. “Mar-” His lips cut her off. He pushed her against the wall, leaving her disoriented and dizzy. Delicate hands slipped to his neck and she finally pulled away flustered. “You…. You’re….. did you…..” She took a quick second to gather herself. “Can we do that again?” She asked as her eyes trailed to his lips again.

@marcosreycs​

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Marcos’ fingertips drift to the front door, pushing it shut behind him as his lips pull a few inches away from hers. His hand moves from the door up to the wall next to her head, his palm pressing against it as he tries to make sure he doesn’t rush this. In fact, the man wants to take his time with her to figure out every single spot that makes her weak in her knees. He breathes heavily against her mouth as his gaze drops towards it. His other hand raises up towards her chin, his thumb delicately running along the flesh of her lower lip as he presses his lips together to stifle the groan that is desperate to leave him. “I did,” he whispers. She doesn’t have to finish the sentence because he knows where she’s going with it. After their conversation about his sister not being okay with whatever was happening between them he didn’t think he’d ever be in the same room with her but Tia confessed it had been her who Jay had cheated with and the information changed everything for him. His sister had her own demons and at the end of the day he would go to bat for her but he was tired of holding himself back with the woman pressed between him and the wall. “Yes,” he mutters as he slips his fingers against the back of her neck and brings her back to him, pressing his lips against hers.

Marcos shifted the pool stick towards the side, letting it rest up against the table next to him when she moved to flush up against him. He glanced down to look at her finger against his chest as he swallowed, brushing his tongue along his lower lip. He hadn't really had sex since he realized how he felt about Abigail... but since Tia told him he had to pick between them. He wanted that distraction. He was practically desperate for it. He leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. "Then why don't you say we get the hell out of here?" He whispered. "What about your place?"

Marcos had been feeling like a shit brother lately after Tia ripped him a new one a few months ago. He still was side stepping her at every turn because she didn’t want to admit what had happened between her and Abi. He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking along the sidewalk path when his head lifted up to see… no way. He broke out into a grin and pulled his hands out his pockets, jogging to close the distance between them. “Penny?!” He laughed, swiping her off her feet and spinning around as he gave her a bear hug. “What the hell? How is this the first time I’m seeing you?”