ââșââ . â summary; you're about to spend christmas with Ez's family for the first time and you're worried, but he helps calm your nerves (Ez Reyes x fem!reader)
ââșââ . â warnings; newly established relationship, they spend Christmas at the Reyesâ house, readerâs worried about meeting ez and angelâs dad so ez soothes her?, soft!ez, first time writing ez so possible ooc!ez, uhm written at 5am so possibly poorly written, but thatâs it? (1,017 words)
ââșââ . â a/n; first ez fic 18 days late x
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your relationship with Ez was still fairly new, meaning Christmas would be the first holiday youâre spending together.
youâd met Ezâs big brother before, but their dad was someone you hadnât met. to say you were worried would be an understatement.
Ez knew you were worried, heâd been trying to calm your nerves all day, but nothing seemed to work.
so even now, as you stood outside their dadâs house, you were still worried.
âhey, itâll be okayâ
he whispered while hooking a finger under your chin to force you to meet his eyes, a soft smile plastered on his face while you sighed.
that was the thing, you knew it would be okay, Ez had told you all about his dad and what tonight would be like, but it still didnât seem to stop your nerves.
âiâm worriedâ
you told him, moving your hands across his chest while he tilted his head, giving you a knowing look.
âworried about what?â
Ez asked while pulling your arms around his neck, easily holding you against his chest before you sighed.
his hands rested on your sides, soothing up and down while he waited for your answer.
âwhat if your dad doesnât like me?â
he huffed a laugh at your question, already leaning in to kiss you softly, followed by a soft whisper against your lips.
âiâve told him about you, and he likes youâ
it was your turn to give him a look, but Ez was kissing you again. kisses were always Ezâs way to get you to open up and ease out of your worries.
your left hand rested on the back of his head, slowly pulling your lips away from his before you whispered to him again.
âthatâs different. thatâs your version of me, what if he doesnât like the real me?â
Ez gave another soft laugh, shaking his head at the question while your bottom lip jutted out in a mix of a pout and a frown.
âbaby, i promise my dad will like youâ
even with his attempts to soothe you all day, your worries had persisted, and it made it seem silly now that you were actually here and standing outside.
Angelâs bike was already here when Ez pulled up, easing a small weight from your shoulders, but you were still worried about their dad.
how could you not be?
youâd never met the man before, and now you were spending the holidays with them for the first time.
this was the first big thing in your relationship, which was probably made your worries as big as they were.
âyou promise?â
you asked after a minute, forcibly pulling yourself from your thoughts before you fell into a spiral too deep to get out of.
âi promise heâll like youâ
as if to prove his promise, Ez held up his left hand with his pinky extended, easily making you laugh and hook your own pinky around his to seal the promise.
Ez leaned in, capturing your lips in another kiss while you melted into the embrace, more tension slipping from your shoulders in the process.
when he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours.
âbesides, Angel will have done something to piss him off againâ
you laughed again, unable to stop a smile breaking out across your face at his words.
âyou donât know thatâ
he raised a brow before both of you erupted into laughter, your worries momentarily forgotten.
it took Ez a minute to rein himself in, but when he did, he was holding a hand out to you.
âyou ready?â
his hand remained held out to you even as you paused, a sudden wave of uncertainty rushing back to you. it felt silly, it was silly, but you couldnât stop it.
the fear of displeasing Ezâs dad so early on into your relationship wasnât something you wanted, especially not if you were to become serious with Ez a lot further down the road.
tonight was a make or break kind of deal, and you really needed to make it.
âgenuinely though, what if he doesnât like me?â
Ez sighed, reaching for both of your hands and then pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles, a look of genuine love and comfort in his eyes.
âthat wonât happen. he wants whats best for me and Angel, and when he sees you heâll see that youâre good for meâ
you sighed, nodding slowly along to his words in a last ditch attempt to psych yourself up.
another small sigh fell from your lips before you nodded with more certainty, making a smile tug at Ezâs lips.
carefully, he pulled you in against his chest and into another kiss.
âyou ready now?â
he asked against your lips, already stealing another kiss before you could answer.
âyeahâ
you whispered back, smiling against his lips as he stole yet another kiss.
it was softer than all of his other kisses, the embrace an act and vow of saftey until you pulled back with a determined set to your eyes.
âletâs go, iâm readyâ
Ez hummed, taking your hand into his, turning towards the steps at the front of the house, but then the front door opened and Ez sighed.
Angel stood at the door, a knowing smirk on his face that made Ez huff. with his free hand, he flipped off his brother, making you laugh.
âyou two coming? dads waitingâ
you both quickly climbed the stairs and entered the house, shutting the door behind you while Ez greeted his dad with an apology.
but then the attention was back on you, slowly sparking a worried feeling in your gut, but Ezâs hand reaching for yours pushed it aside.
âoh she is prettyâ
their dad had said as Ez gently pulled you towards him, causing heat to flood your body.
it was a mix of embarrassment and nerves, each fighting the other for control to dominate your emotions.
âthe prettiestâ
he told, pressing a kiss to your jaw before whispering against your ear so only you could hear.
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Description: Angel? Angel was here? Now? Pretending to be your date? Your cheeks were burning as you felt your heart skip a beat, realising that somehow Ez had convinced his older brother to drive his ass all the way over here just to save you from dying of shame. How?
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, mentions of violence, my attempts at Spanish, fluffy Angel and sneaky Ez? (Let me know if I missed any)
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This was a disaster.
No, disaster wasnât strong enough of a word. Shit show felt more accurate, if you were being honest with yourself.
And the worst part of it all? Well, you really only had yourself to blame for agreeing to this whole thing in the first place.
âFuck, Ez.â
You were angry. Pissed off, even, as you considered how much you were going to make your best friend pay for this whole set up. As soon as you were done here, youâd drive your ass over to his place and beat the living shit out of him for ever putting you in this situation in the first place.
It was only his promise that help was on the way that kept you sitting there, looking like an idiot, waiting for a date that - clearly - wasnât going to show up. After all, it had been over an hour now and you didnât need a text to tell you he wasnât coming. It wasnât exactly a big town, so there was no way he was lost or stuck in the non-existent traffic.
He simply didnât want to show.
Damn it.
You debated how much longer to wait before bailing on the disaster of a date as you sipped at the glass of wine in front of you, trying to work out the best way to avoid the pitying glances of almost everyone around you.
It felt like there was a giant spotlight over your head, making it clear to every single person there what a loser you were. All you could do was stare at the text on your phone and pray for a miracle.
Ez: Sit tight, Y/N. Sending back up x
Youâd laughed at that. Back up? What did that mean? Was he gonna rush over here on his bike like some white knight and try to make it all better for you?
As it turned out, your guess wasnât that far from the truth.
âCan I get you another glass of wine?â the waiter asked, pity clear in his eyes as he came over once more.
Heâd been over several times in the last hour and you knew it wouldnât be long before he asked you to either order or get the hell out. At least he wouldnât have to ask twice; youâd sprint out of the damn restaurant so fast youâd be a blur, because pity was the last thing you needed.
This was why you never dated.
Ez knew it too - even if heâd insisted you needed to find someone to appreciate you and make you feel half as special as you always made your friends feel.
Damn his flattery. It always worked on you, even ten years or so after your first meeting.
Opening your mouth, you were stopped as someone pulled out the chair across from you and beat you to it.
âSure, we could use a drink.â Angel glanced at the waiter, a warning look clear as he silently challenged the idiot to say something. Thankfully, the waiter knew better and simply watched as Angel reached over and patted your hand. âSorry, sweetheart. I got caught up doing stuff.â
Sweetheart?
Had he just-?
You froze, trying not to choke on your wine as the reality suddenly caught up with you.
Angel?
Angel was here? Now? Pretending to be your date?
Your cheeks were burning as you felt your heart skip a beat, realising that somehow Ez had convinced his older brother to drive his ass all the way over here just to save you from dying of shame.
How?
You didnât know which part of this scenario surprised you most. As it was, it was kind of hard to believe it was happening and that this wasnât some kind of wine induced fantasy; youâd never seen Angel act so smooth around you, shooting you a smirk that made even you believe you were dating.
He was also wearing a button up underneath his jacket ⊠but no kutte.
God. He looked sinful; no wonder the waiter wilted at the sight. The waiter also had the decency to look mildly embarrassed as he realised his mistake in assuming you were alone.
âW⊠what⊠what can I get you to drink, sir?â
It was a miracle Angel didnât scoff at the use of âsirâ - as you fully expected him to. Instead, he surprised you by smiling in your direction, glancing at the already half finished bottle of wine beside you. âIâll have another glass to share with my date.â
âOf course.â
Yep. It was official⊠you were dreaming.
Angel was drinking wine? But he hated wine and would never drink it normally, especially if there was a beer or alternative spirit available. It was as if heâd chosen it just to fuck with the waiter, making some kind of possessive demonstration by sharing your drink. As your date⊠date? Had he really said that?
Had he meant it?
Or was it simply him playing the part that Ez asked him to?
You realised, as the waiter finally laid out a clean glass on the table, that you hadnât said a word yet. In fact, youâd been staring the whole time like some kind of awe-struck fish, your jaw moving but no sound coming out.
âT-thank you,â you managed as the waiter took your food orders and finally left you both to it.
You half expected Angel to drop the act now that you were alone. It wouldnât have surprised you if heâd made some crass joke about the stick up the waiterâs ass or even removed his hand from where it still sat, resting intertwined with yours.
After all, Angel was only doing this to help you. Right? You had to remind yourself of that fact as you tried to process what was happening.
He hadnât actually come here to be your date - not in a romantic sense anyway. Nor, had he dressed up for anything other than playing the part. It wasnât like he was trying to impress you.
You - the girl whoâd hung around his baby brother since middle school. The girl who heâd seen as nothing more than a little sister of his own. No wonder he was here if it meant protecting you and your feelings, rather than for any selfishness on his part.
So why did that make you oddly sad?
âYou didnât have to do this,â you whispered, trying to keep your voice and gaze steady.
âNah, querida,â Angel shrugged. âI couldnât leave you hanging. Especially not when your date ditched you and my little shit of a brother got you here in the first place.â
âItâs not a big deal.â
âSo? I wasnât going to leave you hanging when he told me what was going on. You really think Iâd let you suffer like that?â
Finally pulling your hand free, you tried not to focus on the way his eyes wouldnât leave you or the overwhelming sincerity in his voice.
Somehow, you were desperate not to make yourself seem any more tragic or helpless than you already did. He probably thought you were being stupid, needing rescuing like some damn damsel in distress. You should have just got up and walked out the minute youâd realised your actual date wasnât coming.
âItâs one shitty date with one shitty guy, Angel. Iâm a big girl and I can take care of myself, even if I appreciate you doing all this for me. Things happen. Iâll get over it.â
âWell, you donât deserve that shit.â
An unknown feeling youâd never felt before ran through your body. His tone was firm, an underlying aggression lacing his words as if somehow he was angry. Not at you though, but at the idiot whoâd supposedly stood you up.
The thought made your heart flutter as a wave of heat washed over you - and not because of the wine.
For the first time in a long time you felt âŠ. nervous? Around him?
âYou sound like youâre gonna track the bastard down,â you smirked, knowing there was probably a strong likelihood of it happening anyway. Either him or Ez would be sure to âavenge youâ the way they had the first guy whoâd ever broken your heart all those years ago. It was just their style. No one fucked with those they cared about; no wonder Toby Prentiss had been carrying that black eye around for weeks⊠even if you had been fifteen at the time. âBut what about the club? Wonât they miss you?â
Angel chuckled. âItâs one night. Those dumbasses can survive my not being there, querida. Theyâll understand considering it was a choice between either spending my night with their ugly faces, or spending the night with much hotter and way more entertaining company. It wasnât exactly a tough choice.â
âWell⊠thank you for coming to my rescue,â you whispered, trying your hardest to fight the smile that threatened to show.
He took a sip of his wine, eyes alight with a look you hadnât seen before.
âAnytime.â
Three hours later and you were walking down the surprisingly empty main street in Santo Padre. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close as you ignored the chilly night air.
You were happy. Actually, euphoric, was more like it, drunk on a giddy combination of laughter, wine, and the man next to you. Somehow, you knew something had changed between you tonight - you knew what you hoped that was, but you were too happy to question whether or not youâd imagined it. Youâd had a great time and you werenât about to ruin it.
Yep. Ez Reyes should thank his lucky stars as it turned out that you would be hugging his dumb-ass rather than fighting him.
âYouâre kidding me. You? Angel Reyes? Bested by a poodle?â you exclaimed, trying to speak in between laughs.
Angel nodded, slipping his free-hand in his jacket pocket as he tried to play off the embarrassment on his face. âWe fell down a hill, trying to stop the dogs escaping the shelter. They were just bolting everywhere and even Coco landed on his ass trying to grab some Shitzu or something.â
âHow the hell have I never heard this story before?â
âI guess it never seemed to come up.â
âWell, Iâm definitely gonna mention it at the Club next time I see him. I hope someone has pictures-â
You were cut off suddenly as you went to step forward. It was then that you felt your foot snag on a crack in the sidewalk, sending you staggering towards the ground. However, before you could fall flat on your face, you felt yourself being hauled backwards.
It all happened so quickly, you didnât even realise what was going on.
Angelâs arms had somehow wrapped themselves around your waist the second youâd tilted forward, tugging you upright and back into his chest. Yet again, you felt your heart skip a beat as you stared up at your saviour of the night.
âShit.â
âAre you okay?â His hand cupped your face to check. The touch sent a shiver through you as you helplessly wondered what it would feel like if he touched you everywhere else on your body. âWho knew it only took a bottle or two for you to be such a lightweight these days.â
âAs if! Iâm - Iâm okay. Knew I shouldnât have worn these damn heels. They look great but theyâre a pain in the ass.â Your hand went to his wrist, taking in the concern on his face. âIt seems all Iâve been doing is thanking you for rescuing me tonight.â
He huffed out a laugh. âI guess you could say that.â
âSo⊠were we⊠are we âŠ?â
âAre we what, querida?â
âForget it, Angel.â
âNo,â he stated firmly, refusing to release you as you suddenly tried to step away, panic bubbling up inside you. âAsk me. Go on. What were you gonna say?â
It was a question that both of you were terrified of asking. It was the kind of question neither of you could take back no matter the consequences that came after.
What if he said no?
What if he really was only here to help you out as a favour to you and Ez?
The very thought made your fragile nerves fray even more. You were all but ready to rip yourself from his arm and flee towards your car, never to speak of this again⊠and you would have, had Angel not chosen then to smile down at you - a real, ear splitting smile.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer so that his nose gently grazed against yours.
The warmth of his touch and the soft scent of his cologne made you giddy as you gazed up at him. You only prayed he couldnât feel the pounding of your heart as it threatened to burst out of your chest.
âAre we on a date?â you finally squeaked, knowing it was now or never.
âI hope so,â Angel whispered softly. âWould it be alright if we were?â
You smiled, knowing the answer before it even left your mouth. âYes, Angel. It really, really would be.â
Just like that, it was as if a match had been struck between you, igniting an inferno of passion. As it was, youâd barely finished talking before his lips surged forward against yours; apparently, actions really did speak louder than words.
Before you knew it, your fingers were gripping onto the fabric, pulling him closer in response as you gasped into his mouth. You didnât care who saw you both, stood there in the middle of the street, making out like two horny teenagers. Inside, that was what you were, simply two young idiots feeling head over heels in love.
Yeah... youâd definitely have to thank Ez later for making this happen.
Maybe tonight hadnât been a total disaster after all.
Just a cute lil thing that popped into my head like a week ago and it seemed like something Angel would do
warnings: just a bunch of fluffiness, Angel being a sweetheart
Pregnancy was not an easy thing. People in movies and tv shows always made it out to look like a piece of cake. What a bunch of bullshit.
It was fine at first, minus the morning sickness. But now? You barely fit in any of your clothes, you had a hard time falling asleep because sleeping on your back was uncomfortable, the baby was constantly using your bladder as a soccer ball, you practically waddled at this point, and your emotions were all over the place.
Just last week you cried because Angel got you your favorite food from the Chinese place down the street. To say he was confused was an understatement.
Your current wardrobe consisted of maternity leggings and whatever shirt of Angels you could find. Considering those were the only two things that you could fit in at the moment. Not like it was any different than what you usually wore; one of your husband's flannels over whatever tank top you chose, and a pair of leggings or shorts.
Angel had been an amazing husband throughout the pregnancy. He was more excited than you were when you told him you were pregnant. You knew he always wanted a family and you were happy he chose you to share that experience with. He had a picture of the sonogram in his locker at the scrapyard and one in his cut so it was always on him when he was on a run.
He loved laying in your lap before bed so he could kiss your stomach and rub his hands over it while you played with his hair and listened to him talk to the baby and about his day. The baby loved hearing its fathers voice. It was very active whenever Angel was talking.
You still remember the look on his face when he felt the baby kick for the first time. Tears welled up in his eyes and he didnât take his hand off your stomach for a solid hour. He ended up falling asleep in your lap that night.
He promised to make sure that the baby knew how much they were loved, no matter what.
And you knew it was because of how he felt growing up with EZ. And it broke your heart.
You were in the kitchen, scrounging around for whatever Baby Reyes deemed appetizing, mainly peanut butter and celery while Angel was laying on the couch scrolling through TikTok. With your due date coming up in the next week or so, Bishop had cut back Angels time on runs and at the scrapyard and you couldnât have been more thankful for it.
Angel came across a TikTok of a guy coming up behind his girl and lifted up her stomach and he could see how much she enjoyed the weight being lifted.
And thatâs when he decided to do it for you.
Angel voiced how he felt bad that you had to do everything for the pregnancy and he only did one thing to contribute to it. So, he figured this could be a daily thing until the baby was born.
He hopped off the couch and made his way over to the counter to position his phone to have a good view of both of you.
âBaby?â Angel called, causing you to turn to face him, peanut butter in hand with a celery stick in the jar, yeah?â
âCâmere, I wanna try something.â
Holding his hand out to you, you took slow steps towards him with one hand on your stomach. Once you placed your hand in his, he took the jar out of your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning both of you to the side.
Angel lifter your his shirt and tucked it under your breasts. He rubbed his hands over your growing stomach, a smile on his face. You shut your eyes and leaned back in his embrace.
Angel placed his hands under the baby bump and slowly lifted it, causing your eyes to shoot open at the sudden feeling of release. The weight was still there but it wasnât as much as it was and you couldnât help the tears that welled up in your eyes at the feeling of relief.
âHowâs that, mi amor?â Angel asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder
âFeels amazing,â you whispered, turning your head to the side to look at him, âthank you, baby.â
Angel slowly released your stomach and placed his hands back on your belly as you placed yours on top of his,âI canât wait to meet our little girl.â
A smile grew on your face at his words, leaning your head back on his shoulder, âshe already has you wrapped around her finger, huh?â
âOkay, ma, whatâs the word forâŠâ Coco rubbed his hand over the scruffy goatee thoughtfully, âwoman?â
You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, as though the answer might be written there, trying to flip through the rolodex of your brain. âMmm, mujer?â
âThatâs right!â Coco said with a smile.
The two of you were seated on each end of his couch, surrounded by a sea of your notes and flashcards, as you studied for your first ever Spanish test. You would have thought, growing up in Southern California, that you would have picked more up along the way; but there you were, in your first semester of community college, trying to learn to speak another language. The thought made your palms sweat, but Coco had immediately stepped up and offered to help.
âOk, how do you say: my name is (Y/N)?â
âMe llamo es (Y/N)?â you supplied after a pause.
âThatâs right, mamita, youâre doing good.â Coco beamed at you and your heart fluttered in your chest. Even though you had been dating for 6 months, you still got a little giddy when he smiled at you. It was always such an open, genuinely joyful expression â Coco didnât smile unless he meant it.
You glanced over at the kitchen, where Coco had come home one day to find you sticking post-it notes on all of his belongings with their Spanish translations. Refrigerator: nevera. Sink: fregadero. And inside the fridge, on the carton of milk: leche. He had just laughed, shaking his head and kissing your temple.
Your gaze returned to Coco, waiting for him to give you another word or phrase to translate, but you found him just studying you, wearing a lopsided grin.
âWhat?â you asked sheepishly. âSomething on my face?â
Coco shook his head softly. âNah, I just â Iâm proud of you, (Y/N). Youâre working hard. With this shit, for sure,â he said, gesturing at the mess of study materials, âbut with all your school stuff. Youâre making shit happen, ma.â He reached across the couch to place a gentle hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. âThank you for letting me be part of it.â
He picked up his cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and took a drag, a little flustered from the outpouring of emotion. Warmth expanded across your chest as you watched him through the faint smoke cloud.
âYou wanna know the first thing I made sure to learn to say?â
He put the cigarette down and looked at you questioningly, the corners of his mouth twitching, perhaps expecting some profanity. âWhatâs that?â
âTe amo, Johnny,â you said with finality, your eyes focused on his, âI love you.â
He was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then he was climbing over the couch, crushing your notes and textbook in his rush to pull you into his arms. You tossed your head back with a laugh as he planted playful kisses all over your face and neck. By the time he stopped, you were gathered in his arms and his lips were pressed to your shoulder, where you felt him whispering âTe amo, (Y/N)â into your skin.
Authorâs note: Itâs me again, writing about our lover Angel! I seriously need to put some Ez fics up but I cannot stop myself. I was listening to âAll The Starsâ by Kendrick Lamar, and SZA when this came to me and I just knew it had to be about Angel. I was inspired more so the beginning of the song, rather than by the entire thing. Specifically, âLove, let's talk about love. Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you?âÂ
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Angel Reyes X [OC]
Warnings: SwearingÂ
Word count: 1.1k words.
Summary: The idea of love haunts Angel Reyes. He doesnât know how to commit himself to it. So he sticks to what he knows and does what he does best and he uses his best friend to do that. But the thing is, sheâs madly in love with him and Angel being the most clueless man in the world, has no idea.Â
There was always an elephant in the room and it was colossal, yet there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was dance around the fact that I was deeply in love with a man that did not feel the same.Â
I often watched him, mainly from the corner of my eye, always longing to be his; owned by him, body and soul.Â
He stood before me now, distress clearly evident on his face. Both hands clasped on either side of the door frame, eyes signalling that he wanted to come in. To relieve himself of whatever it was that was eating him up inside.Â
Angel always came to me like this. I was the one he could come to for relief â release. Perhaps I allowed this to go on for too long. Letting him arrive with all those insecurities, those fears, and let him dump them at my doorstep. But I knew, as well as he did that, I would never stop him.Â
My heart was close to bursting at the seams with the amount of love I carried for this man. I want to continue to take this, and accept it as enough. I was desperate to. Yet I donât think I could last realistically, for much longer.Â
âAngel.â I answered the door, voice breathless. My confidence waned, resolve breaking as I glimpsed his crumpled face looking at the ground, eyes refusing to meet mine.Â
Angel was selfish. He knew this, and he hated that about himself. Hated that he found himself at my doorstep every night, seeking solace the only way he knew how.Â
âCan I come inside?â
All it took was a brief nod and he was in, a faint smell of gasoline, mixed with a faint musk that I knew was my favourite aftershave of his. After shutting the door, I turned to face him, finding his gaze still avoiding mine.Â
âDo you want something to drink? Eat?â I offered, already knowing the answer.Â
âNo. Thanks. I just came here to⊠to talk.â
Talk? That was a surprise. It seemed these past couple months, to me, Angel didnât know what that was. I couldnât help but let out a bitter chuckle. Talk! Angel Reyes wanted to talk.
âOkay,â I sighed, arms crossing my chest, âgo ahead.â
His gaze finally met mine, widening slightly as they took in my appearance. I was partially clothed. My panties were on, covered by a large oversized hoodie â his hoodie, that ended just above my knees.Â
âI-Iâm not good with this shit but I-I just wanted you to know that I see it.â An unfamiliar feeling coursed through my body. I couldnât tell where this was going. See it? See what? Â
âI see what I do to you. What this,â he gestured between the two of us, âdoes to you.â
âI come over, every night without fail and you let me inside, to your home â your body. But I canât do this. I canât hurt you like this anymore. I see it querida, I see your face when I leave. I want you, so fucking much â always but not like this.â
Confusion, shock, and frustration were some of the feelings that bubbled inside. I couldnât understand where this was coming from. I agreed with everything he said, but I couldnât quite help but let the anger rise. I was Angry that he was the one making this decision. That he thought he was doing it for me, when it was obvious that what I felt - how I felt, was not what this was about.Â
âAngel, where is this coming from?â I couldnât help but keep the exasperated tone out of my voice. This man was infuriating.
âMe. I have eyes; I can see you. Youâre fucking miserable and itâs all because of me.â
Shaking my head, I had to bite back a laugh. What a sick and twisted joke this was. Here the love of my life stands before me, ripping me in two. When not too long ago I was considering doing the same thing. Ending us, albeit begrudgingly.
All the while he is thinking that heâs helping. Giving me whatever it is he thinks I desire. At least, thatâs what heâs deluded himself into thinking.Â
âAngel,â I started, frustration close to boiling point, âmaybe instead of assuming, maybe having a conversation would have been productive. Work out what I am feeling. Actually asking me! Instead, you just decided you knew.â I threw my head back groaning, gripping the roots of my hair. I was seething with the audacity of this man. The man I am so desperately in love with.Â
âAngel,â I started again, voice cracking as I tried my hardest not to cry. I could not cry, âI am so fucking in love with you it hurts. Thatâs what you see when you leave every night. You see shame. Shame of what I feel because I know you donât feel the same. I want you just as badly, but our wants are two different things. You want my body. I want your body and soul.â
I couldnât say any more. I had to stop. It pained me too much to continue. But I had to. I had to let it pour out.
âI just wish that maybe we could have had some kind of conversation. But you always jump onto something, whether it be a thing or a thought and you donât think to consider anything else. If you thought you were hurting me, why did you continue? Why did you keep coming by if you knew what this was doing to me? Why not speak to me earlier?
He was so self-destructive, and I tried to lessen the hurt but I had had enough. He needed to know what his actions, and words does to people and that there are consequences.
I could tell I had shattered him; I could see it with his shaky intake of breath. The words stung. His hands were in his front jean pockets, his face impassive as he stared at me. Though he wasnât really looking at me; his mind was at work here. I tried to reach out to him, take his hand in mine. I wanted to plead to him, and beg him to stay and to tell him I loved him. That he should forget what he said â what I said. But as soon as I reached out, he took a step to the side, knocking into the coffee table.Â
âUh you know what,â he responded, all emotion devoid from his voice, âthis was obviously a mistake. I have to go.â
âAngel wait, come on, we have to talk about this.â You canât just say this shit and leave, I wanted to scream.Â
âAngel, please.â
But he ignored my pleas.
His steps did not falter as he left me standing there, staring at the front door now hanging open. I rushed towards it, watching as he backed his motorcycle out of the drive and sped off into the night, leaving my heart shattered into pieces.
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Loved you once is amazing!!!! Please tell me there will be a part 3?!?
Oh, love! Thank you so much for saying so, and for dropping by to tell me that you enjoyed it. That means the literal WORLD to me, I can't even begin to tell you!!
There WILL be more Frida and Angel x Frida. I'm actually working on a little one-off set in the same 'verse about what Angel proposing to Frida would be like (ya know, if all the angsty stuff didn't happen?)
People have also asked for a Coco x Frida AU, which I'm also working on.
As for a part three continuation of the main storyline of 'loved you once...' I'm not sure? That's not a no. But I just want to see if there's any actual interest in it, which depends on engagement with part two, and whether people ask for a part three.
I try to write everything (like part one and two) to be somewhat self-contained, so that if another part doesn't happen, people aren't really left hanging. Because I don't want to disappoint you and the other lovelies who DO read my stuff.
I'm curious -- what was your favorite part of part two? And if I did write a part three, what would you hope to see?
This months Mayans fic rec list was supposed to be for Bishop, Creeper, Hank and Gilly but Iâve been so busy I only have 8 in total, so tell/send me your favourite fics if you want, from all these characters so I can add them please and thank you...
Request: âI wanna know more about Coco and the camera! I love fuel!
Summary: You give Coco a gift that turns into a better gift fot you .
Warnings: FLUFF
Authorâs note: This is actually a spinoff (?) from my fic FUEL, which is Angel, x Reader. Thereâs a paragraph at the 4th chapter where I mention the gift Reader gave Coco. Itâs the same universe. Hope you enjoy it! Tell me what you think!
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Something was off. Coco wasnât loco, as always. He was empty, apathetic. Answering with nods, smoking cigarettes from afar, sad eyes, thinking about everything and talking about nothing. Whenever Letty came to visit he looked better but once she was gone, so was his smile. He dealt with his momâs murder very well at the beginning, but now it was starting to sink... Not regret itself, but mostly the idea of the ephemerality of life. He seemed tired of everything.
It made you sad. You were always good friends but suddenly you couldnât connect with him anymore... You, that could talk to him about anything, suddenly was unsure about asking too many and scaring him away. You were truly worried about him.
The day of his birthday arrived and so the boys. Coco, Ez, Angel, and Gilly were on a trip to Vegas, making a delivery. They arrived in very good moods and you had a get-together to celebrate it.
The little get-together became a huge party and at some point you couldnât spot Coco to give him his gift. You looked for him everywhere and fond him alone at the gate, looking to the empty street, smoking a cigarette.
âWhy are you ditching your own party?â You said in a light tone but gave him a reassuring squeeze on his left forearm.
âY/N... Things are confusing. Too loud in my head.â He gave you an apologetic smile and frowned at you when spotted the box in your hand. âWhatâs this? You didnât have to...â
âShut up. I know. Here, open.â Â You handed the gift to him and offered a one-sided smile.
He took the box out of your hands and undid the blue bow in a swift move. When he unwrapped it, the confusion in his face made you burst in laugh.
âA camera? Thatâs... cool I like it.â He smiled at you.
âOh God, youâre a terrible liar! I know isnât your thing but give it a try... I think you need to rediscover the beauty of things. You can photograph the things you love, people you love, you can find a way to honor someone...â Your voice trailed off.
He put the cigarette out and gave you a hug, thanking you, and he meant it for this time.
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âOH MY GOD youâre a fucking sniper, how can your hands tramble this much?â You were growing annoyed by the second. Ez and Angel were working near you and burst in laugh. âMind your own business, Reyes!â You yelled at them and they controlled the volume of the laughter but kept going. You decided to ignore it.
âY/N I donât wanna break it!â He answered equally angry. You exchanged a knowing look and smiled. You grabbed two beers.
When he finally understood the Polaroid wouldnât crumble on his hands, things got easier and he learned how to use it.
The camera was always with him. You smiled at yourself when for the first time you spotted him aiming it at the bikes, then you got used to it. Then it even became annoying sometimes... You wouldnât eat a stake with a camera aimed at you! But it was all worth it. You were so happy! He was acting different, more light and excited. He was more open to talking and spending less time alone. Even Letty, who Coco was trying to preserve before, noticed it.
Your birthday had arrived. For you was a regular day, but when you arrived at the office Angel was there, pacing at the doorway. When he spotted you, he ran to you and pulled you to a searing kiss. Ez hugged you and started rambling about the party at Vickiâs. Coco pulled you to a hug and, with an expectant smile, handed you a gift. For the shape, you knew it was a book or something.
You unwrapped it and your face lit up. It was a heavy book, the cover made from black leather, you could see it was hand sewing. You opened it and it has a dedicatory from him.
âThank you, Y/N. For caring about me and being by my side when times get rough. Youâre a treasured friend. Happy birthday! I hope you like seeing your world from my lenses...â
You started looking at the pictures and it was so beautiful and full of emotion you couldnât help but let a happy tear or two escape. There was you, Angel and your dad, each one of them holding one of your hands... It was the day you and Angel had assumed your relationship. You working on your bike, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You and Letty talking cheerfully. You and Angel smiling fondly at each other. Ezekiel kneeling in front of you, bringing your hand to his lips on the day he lost a pool bet. You, Riz and Bishop downing drinks at Vickiâs. Gilly aiming a garden rose at you and Letty. Your bike, shining at the sun. Photo after photo portraying perfectly the beauty of each moment. The last space was blank and you looked puzzled at him.
He handed Ez the polaroid and asked him to take a picture from the two of you. He hugged your shoulders and you both smiled, the album in your hands. The picture didnât come out as perfect as the others, but it portrayed the moment perfectly. You put the photo at the last space and smiled at him.
âThank you so much, Coco! I love it! Itâs beautiful!â You kissed his cheek and he smiled, proud.
âYeah, thank you so much, broâ Angel spat ânow my gift looks like garbage.â