#cowboy!angel reyes

[blackmissfrizzle]

Golden God: Chapter 28

Chapter 27

Series Masterlist

Characters: Cowboy!Angel x black!reader

Summary: Angel find reader’s work husband to become more of a nuisance than he would like.

Warnings: Smut of course! Car crash, minor injuries, and some good ole jealously. Oh and the W/C is about  6k+, sorry about that 😬

A/N: Remember I’m not doing anymore taglists so just be on the lookout for fics. And if you want more of my works go check out my masterlist!

😬Gif credit: @pedropcl​

From the texts you were getting from Angel, you could see that he was not having the best day at work. His answers were short, they lacked emojis, and scariest of all he wasn’t flirting with you. Good thing, you had planned to bring him lunch today.

Grabbing lunch and a dessert for his assistant (who truly deserves it because she deals with grumpy Angel all the time), you headed out of your office. “Alex, you’re in control. Do not burn down the office.”

“You sure you don’t want me in control?” Zane, your assistant playfully sneered.

“Zane, you’re just as likely to burn this place down too. Remember whose idea it was to have a nerf gun battle in the office?” You arched an eyebrow at him while you had a crooked smile.

Zane held his hands up in surrender. “In my defense, I was still hungover from the night before and Miss. Ma’am, don’t act like you didn’t join the fun.”

“Yeah,” Alex saddled up next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I think you were madder that we started the game without you than us actually playing.”

Using your hand, you covered your face because that was absolutely true. By the time you got back to the office half of everyone was already out, so you could only take out a few people because there was a meeting right after. You’ve never felt so betrayed in your life before. That’s why you got them with a water balloon fight in the park and was the champion of that.

“Whatever.” You mushed Alex’s face. “I’m going to drop off lunch to Angel. I’ll be back in no time.”

“Damn, I didn’t think Reyes was a minute man.” Alex couldn’t stand the attention Angel was getting from you. Yes, the two of you were a couple, but Angel was greatly undeserving of you.

Zane was picking up what Alex was putting down and he didn’t like it one bit. If Alex wasn’t so self-absorbed, he would be able to see like everyone else that Angel made you happy, like extremely happy. One mention of the man and you’re beaming like the sun. “Nah, don’t do Angel like that. You know she’s gonna come back in all wobbly legged and shit. Probably won’t even remember she has a meeting right after.”

“Oh shit, I do have that. Zane, please-,”

“Text you 20 minutes before it starts. I got you, boss lady. Enjoy lunch with your man.” He pushed you into the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, Zane gave Alex the ugliest of looks. “Why you gotta be like that?”

“Like what?” Alex shrugged and walked back to his desk.

“Ugly. Always talking down on the one man that has YN’s heart.” Zane followed Alex into his office.

Alex buried his face in paperwork. “It’s a phase, just like Paul was.”

“It’s not. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on.” Zane left with that wise word before Alex could say anything else.

Thankfully, Angel’s office was just a five minute walk from yours. You were smart to choose this building because you and Angel were constantly going back and forth to each other’s offices.

In the elevator, you were in there with a girl who was visibly upset about something. “Are you going to see that Reyes asshole?” She fixed herself up.

You bit back a laugh. This was why Angel was upset. Another woman was throwing herself at him during work. That was Angel’s pet peeve. He always comes home complaining about how unprofessional these women are that flirt with him with no shame.

By the looks of it, this was the worst kind of flirt. Subtlety wasn’t in her vocabulary. Her buttons were undone to the point that all you saw was cleavage and her skirt was more appropriate for the club than the office. You took into account that she had a curvier body, but the way she was dressed you could tell business was the last thing on her mind.

“Um, actually I am. Should I be worried?” You played along. This was your chance to finally interact with one of these women. Usually, Haley, Angel’s assistant got rid of them before you could have a chance to ruin them.

“You’re pretty, so maybe you’ll fare better than me. But the guy denied all of this.” The woman basically did the Vanna White motion on her own body and pouted. “Like he should be lucky that I offered myself to him. Not everyone is lucky to get a taste of this. I bet his girlfriend isn’t even all that.”

That was doubtful, you thought to yourself. “You’re a total catch! The man has to be blind.”

“I know!” She stomped her foot. “And that assistant of his is a terror. I should file a lawsuit!”

Haley really deserves a raise. You’ll talk to Angel about it.

“Where’s my manners? I’m Kylie and you are?” she held her hand to shake yours and for you to introduce yourself.

“YN,” she shook the woman’s hand. “Angel Reyes’ girlfriend.”

All the color drained out of her face. Lucky for her the elevator brought you to the floor you needed to be on. “Have a nice day.” You blew her a kiss at her shocked face and laughed at the immense embarrassment she was no doubt experiencing right now.

When you stepped onto the floor, you saw Haley laughing with some coworkers. She was undoubtedly laughing at the bimbo she just kicked out.

Running up behind your favorite woman, you hugged her and dangled the chocolate croissant in front of her face. “Marry me?”

Haley snatched the croissant, turned around and hugged you back. “I think your boyfriend would have a problem with that.”

“Girl, fuck him. You got these bitches scared unlike him.”

Haley threw her head back and filled the whole office with her laugh. “You met Kylie?” She shook her boobs and did her best valley girl imitation.

“Man, you’re a godsend, because a minute in the elevator with her and I was ready to deck her ass.”

“Anything for you,” she blew you a kiss. “I’m sure if Angel could, he would’ve.” Haley looked into your bag because she could smell your delicious cooking. “Thank God you’re here and with food! He’s been unbearable this whole morning before the bimbo came in.”

“Let go put you out of your misery and feed the monster.” You unbuttoned your shirt and winked at Haley. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it hot stuff.” Haley laughed.

Angel was buried in paperwork’s, thankful for Haley’s presence. He heard the door open. “Haley that better be you.” Angel grumbled.

“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Reyes.” You gave him your best breathy, femme fatale voice, leaning against the doorway to show off your shapely silhouette.

Angel looked up and a smile immediately appeared on his face. “Mi flor, thank God. Have you come to save me from bimbos?” He stood up and made his way over to you, giving you a kiss. Looking down at your breast, he bit his bottom lip and locked the door behind you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“No,” you pushed him away. “You need to eat Golden God. You’re driving Haley crazy. You need to give her a raise.”

“I’m already on it. Now let me eat my pussy.” He kissed you.

“Real food,” you turned your face and that’s when Angel smelled it. You smelled like a man, and it wasn’t him.

He took another sniff. “You get a new perfume?”

“No. Why?” You sniffed yourself and you didn’t smell strange.

“Why do you smell like a guy?” Angel’s brows furrowed. He led you to the table he has in his office, taking the food you had brought.

“Oh, must be my work husband. I wore his jacket today.” Sniffing yourself again, you picked up Alex’s scent. “Yeah, definitely my work husband. I wore his jacket today.”

“Excuse me. Work husband?” Angel’s eyes bugged out, making sure he heard you right.

“Work husband. You know how Haley is your work wife.” You set up lunch on the table.

“Who is it?” Please be Zane, please be Zane, please be Zane, Angel pleaded in his head.

You looked up at Angel incredulously since he wasn’t sitting down to eat. “Alex duh. Who else? Come eat.”

Angel shook his head. “I’m good, I’m not hungry. Eat though.” Angel despised Alex. The fact he was your work husband irritated him. Haley? Purely platonic. Alex? Platonic on your end, more romantic on his end.

Maybe you should’ve put on perfume before you left. You weren’t thinking about that when you left. All you wanted to do was see your man. “Babe you’ve been grumpy all day. Eat please.”

“I haven’t, Haley is overreacting. I’m not hungry.” Angel sat down and buried himself with his work again.

“Daddy,” you crawled on the floor and onto his lap. “Eat for me please.” You scooped up some food and held it to his mouth. Angel sighed. He opened his mouth and you put the spoon in. “Alright there, I ate.” He squeezed your hips.

“More,” you kissed along his neck as you held the spoon. Angel complied to your request. He finished his meal, and he fed you some as well so you two could eat. “I don’t like that you smell like him, you don’t have a jacket?”

Finally, you were appeased, and you calmed the beast down some. “I forgot it in my car. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” You massaged his shoulders.

“You smell like another man baby. You shouldn’t smell like anyone but me.” Angel was going to leave one of his jackets, no, two of his jackets at your job. He never wants to smell Alex on you again.

“Okay daddy.” You rolled your hips against his and began making out until Angel’s hands were getting a little wild. “I gotta go,” you pulled away when you felt your phone buzz. Checking it, you saw that it was Zane.

He pulled you back down. “Naw, you can’t start something and not finish it mi flor.”

“You should’ve eaten when I said so.” You got up despite Angel’s attempts. “I have a meeting.” You showed him the text from Zane.

“Time to close your legs boss lady.”

Angel threw his head back with tears in his eyes. “I like him. He should be your work husband.” Angel trusted Zane and also, he was gay, so no competition there.

Before leaving you stopped at the door. “You know you look really good in a suit. Well fuck you look good in anything.”

“You look good anything too mi flor, I prefer you in your birthday suit though.” He smirked.

You threw an empty water bottle at Angel. “Disgusting! Anyway, can I come over tonight?”

“You don’t have to ask you know.” Angel smirked. “I’ll see you later mi reina.”

--

A couple of days later and it was Angel’s turn to visit you at work. He brought lunch but when he saw you, he almost dropped it at the sight. You were perched on Alex’s desk while he fed you some food and held his other hand under your chin.

“What the fuck is this?” Angel questioned. His eyes were locked on Alex’s hand as it wiped some of the juices off your face.

“Hey babe!” Jumping off Alex’s desk, you met Angel halfway. “Calm down,” you whispered in his ear.

“Calm down? Are you fucking serious? He has his fingers near your mouth and feeding you? If you saw that you’d throw a fit.” Angel hissed.

You were not about to have a fight in front of your employees. You took his hand and led Angel to your office.

Alex leaned back and watched with a smirk. “Hey Angel.” He waved at Angel as he walked by.

Angel was about to take the bait, but you pulled him away. The nerve of this man. Angel was beyond fucking annoyed. Work husbands didn’t do that. That was too fucking comfortable. Angel walked in your office as you closed the door. He turned to face you and tried his best to keep his voice even. “He’s too fucking comfortable.”

“He’s just teasing you, but I’ll talk to him.” You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his chest. “How’s work?”

“It’s fine. I brought you food, but I guess you don’t need it.” He placed the bag on your desk.

“Don’t start that shit, Angel.” He loved to be passive aggressive, and you couldn’t stand it.

Angel shook his head and scoffed. “I’m starting shit? This motherfucker obviously thinks it’s okay to act the way he does around you. Again, if I did the same shit with Haley, you would be throwing fucking hands. But I’m crazy to think he wants more.”

A part of you understood what Angel meant. At times, you and Alex would get confused as a couple, so you knew you couldn’t do the same things as before. But they were always platonic. “I like Hayley you don’t like Alex so everything he does is gonna irritate you. I love you babe there’s no one who’s gonna replace you.”

Angel wished you would open your eyes, but how could he fight years of a relationship. There was things Alex knew about you that Angel didn’t. How could he compete with that? But then he remembered he was the one you came home to. “I love you too, but you need to talk to him for real. He can’t think shit like that is cool.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. “I will.” You turned away and went to your desk. “What did you bring me Daddy?”

“Your favorite dish from that Italian restaurant down the street.” He kissed you. “Go eat, I’m gonna head back so I can finish early.”

“No,” you pulled his hand. “Eat with me. Or at least stay like five more minutes.”

“Alright.” He followed after you. As soon as Angel sat down, you were in his lap, rolling your hips. You reached down and pulled his cock out and moved your panties to the side. “I’ll make it quick for you daddy,” you gasped as you sunk down on his cock. Angel threw his head back and lifted your skirt to see you sink down on his cock. “Such a beautiful sight, mi flor.” He licked his thumb and brushed against your clit. “You wanted daddy’s dick?”

Cupping his beautifully crafted face, you nibbled on Angel’s lips. “I always want daddy’s dick.” Angel stilled your hips and thrusted up into you. He intended for Alex to hear exactly who you belong to.

“Yeah baby? Who does this pussy belong to?” He held your arms against your back with one of his arms as he thrust up into you relentlessly, making you feel helpless as you took the assault.

“Angel!” You screamed at the top of your lungs but that earned you a smack on the ass. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Fuck,” resting your forehead on Angel’s shoulder, you thought how you got yourself in this situation. This was supposed to be you pleasing your man but now you’re just a blubbering mess. Your employees will definitely know Angel’s up in here doing some reconstruction. “This your pussy, daddy.”

“What was that?” He pretended to not hear you. Pulling your hair so your head was tilted, he marked up your neck as he continued to thrust up into you. Angel needed to let out some stress especially with the way Alex was being.

“Damn it, you heard me, daddy! Stop playing.” You swiveled your hips some. Angel slapped your face, not harshly, but fuck did it turn you on. “You talking back to me? Is my little slut talking back to daddy?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered.

Angel smiled and then spat in your mouth. “Better be sorry. Now make daddy cum.” Angel stood the both of you up and sat you down on top of your desk and powered drive into you. Words were not a thing for you. All there was were mangled screams.

“You got nothing to say, princesa?” He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Look at you, taking daddy in like the good little girl I know you can be. You gonna make daddy cum?”

“Yes daddy. Can you cum in my mouth? I want it for dessert.” Licking your lips, you gave Angel the hungry eyes.

“Nah, I’m cumming in my pussy.” Angel’s eyes closed at the sensation. He rubbed your clit, quickening his pace. You came with a scream, and he followed right after, filling you up. “Look at my good girl,” he slipped out of you and watch as his cum seeped out. He pushed it back in, moving your underwear back in place and kissing your clothed core.

“Fucking demon,” you chuckled as you pushed him away.

You walked into your bathroom to fix yourself up. Angel followed you into the restroom and kissed on your neck leaving a mark. “I gotta go, mi flor.”

You didn’t want him to leave but you walked him to your door. “See you later?”

“Yeah.” Then he grabbed both sides of your neck to tilt your head back and kiss you right in front of everyone, but the show was for Alex. “Love you.”

“See you later, dawg.” Angel tapped Alex’s desk as he walked by with a smirk.

Alex rolled his eyes. “See ya later man.” He couldn’t stand Angel. This life he had you living wasn’t you. Yeah, sure you’re a southern girl but you to be the girlfriend of a cowboy and move to some small ass town was so out of character for you.

When Angel finally disappeared behind the elevators you snapped back to reality. “Oh, Alex can I see you in my office?”

Alex pushed off his desk and strolled towards you. He made sure to subtly flex his muscles. He knew of your love for arms. “What’s up?” He closed your door but made no effort to move. He didn’t know where you and Angel fucked.

“The chair is fine,” you chuckled. “We didn’t mess around there.”

Alex let out a sigh of relief and sat down. ‘So, what’s up? Angel ain’t hitting it right?” Alex tilted his head and licked his lips, giving you a perfect view of his beautiful teeth.

“See that,” you leaned back on your desk, crossing your ankles and pointed at him. “You can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” Alex furrowed his brows and leaned on his knees.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. This was a conversation that you really didn’t want to have but you promised Angel you would and besides you knew you needed to. Even you noticed Alex was getting too comfortable. “The bad talking Angel. He’s my boyfriend and hopefully one day my husband.”

“Your husband? Come one YNN, this ain’t you. I get it you’re in love, but this life. Santo Padre? This dead fucking town? It’s not you. What sacrifices did he make for this relationship? I know you miss your family. What about those monthly brunches?”

You did miss all of that, but you also loved the family you made here. “Yeah, I do, but I have a family here as well. I’m happy. Also,” you scratched the back of your neck. The next part you really didn’t want to get into it. “Um, Angel seems to think that you, uh, that you want us to be more than friends. I mean I know we used to mess around, but that was practical, nothing because of feelings, right?”

Yes, it was because of feelings, Alex wanted to say. When you proposed to him that the two of you sleep together when you were both single, he thought he finally hit the jackpot. He was a sex god, so he thought it would be easy for you to see him as relationship material. Unfortunately, you only had sex with him until you met the next guy. After Paul, Alex thought he had a real chance. You were with him all the time, opening up to him more, and then bam you were gone and the next time he saw you, you were in love with some cowboy. “Naw,” he shook his head. “That has nothing to do with it. Remember that was just convenience. I just don’t want you to regret this later. You’re giving up a lot and he’s not.”

Reaching out, you held Alex’s hand. “I love you, Alex. You’re my best friend and you have a special place in my heart. Thank you for looking out for me but trust me these are worthy sacrifices. Angel is my future, so with that being said we got to cool it. It’s not respectful to Angel nor our relationship.”

“Someone sounds insecure.” Alex sang.

Taking your blazer, you whipped it at Alex’s sore thighs. “Stop that!”

“Ouch!” He almost jumped out his seat. “Low blow! And that was just a joke. I got you. Is it okay if I hug you?”

You rolled your eyes and opened your arms. “Of course, it is, nothing can stop our hugs.”

“Hey,” Alex stopped by the door. “Angel really doesn’t know that we used to fool around?”

“No, I probably should tell him.” That was another conversation you did not want to have. Angel already disliked Alex, but if you told him that then he would hate him and probably wouldn’t want you around him anymore.

This was the perfect opportunity. Alex knew you valued his opinion on men. He was going to use this as a way to cause a rift between you and Angel. Then you would come running towards him, the only man that was made for you. “Nah, keep it to yourself. You know how he overreacts.”

“You sure?” Your gut was telling you to say something, but Alex was the guy and he understood men way better than you did.

“I’m absolutely sure. He doesn’t need that in his head.”

Nodding to yourself, you sat down. “You’re right. I’ll keep it a secret. Thanks, Alex. You’re the best.”

“No problem, babe. No problem at all.” Alex left your office with the biggest smirk.

--

To keep everything cool, you cut down your quality time with Alex. You needed to assure Angel that he was the number one man in your life. But tonight, Alex asked you out for drinks and you went.

“Oh shit.” You stumbled a bit as you started walking towards the car.

“Nope.” Alex steadied you and took your keys. “You’re riding with me.” It took everything in Alex to stay a gentleman. You had a maxi skirt on with a high slit exposing your thigh, almost exposing your core.

You didn’t fight Alex on it. Those drinks got to you more than you thought it would.

Alex led you inside his car and buckled you in. “Dude, why are you still single?” You poked his cheek when he leaned across to buckle you in.

Heat bloomed at the spot you poked. That’s how it was whenever you touched him. “Waiting for the right girl.” Alex playfully bit the finger you poked him with.

“Nah, if you weren’t such a fuckboy you would have found a girl. Look here in Santo Padre.” You waved your hands around, gesturing towards the town. There were so many great women here he could be with.

I already found her. I just wished she would notice me. Only if Alex could form those words, but he couldn’t. For some reason, you were still stuck on Angel Reyes. He had his hooks in you and it seemed he wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.

“I’m gonna set you up. I would say the ranch hand, but EZ is in love with her so, I gotta find someone else.” You started going through your mental rolodex to see what girl would be a good fit for Alex.

Alex side-eyed you as he peeled out the lot. “No thank you. I can find my own. I don’t need your help.”

“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be single.” You sung as you looked out the window. Everything was passing by in a blur. “Maybe you should slow down.”

Now you were the traffic police? Did Reyes make you a lame too? Before this you would be telling him to go faster, not to slow down. “My speed was never a problem before.”

“I know, but I got a bad feeling and Angel never drives this fast with me. Well at least with me in the car.”

“Huh? What was that?” Alex sped up revving up his engine to drown out your voice.

It was a horrible decision to do so though. His anger and need to ignore you, made him miss the warning about the other car that ran the red light.

Suddenly, your world was flipped upside down. Blood trickled down your face like a running stream, your body ached like you went through twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.

Even though Alex was ejected out of the car, he had few scrapes. He was sorer than anything else. His concern wasn’t even on himself. It was on you. The car was starting to catch fire. “YN!” He ran towards you, ignoring his aching bones.

Alex caught you in time. Just as he got a few feet away the car exploded. “YN! Stay with me!” He held you until the paramedics had to pry you from him.

--

When EZ called Angel, his heart dropped. You ending up in the hospital was his worst nightmare. Flashbacks of the aftermath of Potter’s attack flooded him. But then EZ had to tell him what happen and some of his worry turned into anger.

EZ was driving back home when he saw the whole thing. Yeah, it was the other driver’s fault for running a red light, but if Alex wasn’t driving as fast then the accident wouldn’t have been as bad. He debated on telling Angel the truth, but he knew Angel would learn about it eventually.

As soon as Angel got to the hospital, he was set on knocking Alex’s bitch ass out. He should’ve been more careful with you in the car.

“Can I see her?” Angel was frantic as he saw his little brother in the waiting room.

“Nah, the doctors are still with her. From the way they spoke to me, it sounded like it’s not that serious. There’s no need for you to worry.”

That calmed some of Angel’s nerves, but he needed to see with his own eyes that you were okay. “Then where’s that little bitch at?” By the time he would be through with Alex, the doctors should be done with you, and he’ll be able to see you.

EZ caught the look in Angel’s eyes. This hospital would be a bloodbath if he didn’t stop him. “Hey, just stay here in the waiting room with me.”

EZ may have been the baseball star, but Angel was the football star, and he had more experience juking people. “Fuck that! I’m getting Alex’s bitch ass and that drunk ass driver.” Angel spun around EZ and stormed down the hallway.

Thankfully, EZ had called for backup. He knew his brother’s reaction would be a violent one.

Coco and Gilly along with Franky were unwillingly protecting the assholes. EZ made them think of protecting Angel from attempted murder charges to get them to do it.

“Yo, get the fuck out of my way.” They were mostly in front of Alex’s room since he wasn’t hurt like the other guy.

“I can’t let you do that Angel.” Franky stood with had his hands on his belt, feet spread apart, and shoulders wide, trying his best to radiate power and authority.

Alex stood a couple of feet from the doorway. He was genuinely sorry, but he made no effort to stand closer to Angel. The state that Angel was in, and his own injuries left him in a disadvantage, which would lead to Angel beating his ass. “Look man, I’m sorry, but it’s not all on me.”

“Why the fuck were you driving so fast with her in the car?!” Angel didn’t give a fuck about the blame game. He wanted to know why Alex would put you in such dangerous situation.

“It’s never been a problem before. It was something we used to do all the time.” Even when he was in the wrong, Alex had to let it be known that he knew you longer than Angel did.

There was a shift in energy. From this exact moment, Angel knew he would never like Alex. Nothing could change that. You were here in the hospital hurt and he had to throw in who knew you longer card.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck about what y’all used to do!” Angel knocked over one of the carts in frustration. “That shit is over and done with!”

The finality of Angel’s words made Alex snap. Who the fuck did he think he was? “Man, trust you won’t be here long. At the end of the day, I’ve been there for her from the beginning. And if I’m remembering correctly, if you weren’t such an insecure little boy then that asshole wouldn’t have gotten to her, and your baby would still be alive.”

Time froze once those words came out of Alex’s mouth. At least they were already in the hospital and the police were there because a heinous murder was about to happen if EZ couldn’t get his brother under control.

“What the fuck you just say to me?” Angel stepped a little closer even with EZ in the middle.

“Please take the chance. Please take the chance. Please take the chance.” EZ whispered to himself. He knew Angel heard Alex correctly. Angel was just giving Alex an opportunity to change his statement before he went on the attack.

At this point Alex didn’t care. He was tired of Angel acting all high and mighty like he didn’t put your life in danger. “Nah, you heard me. If you were secure in yourself then your baby would be alive.”

All bets were off. He could take the assault charge and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to make bail.

It took Coco, Franky, and EZ to hold back Angel while Gilly held back Alex. A bunch of fuck you’s and just wait til I see you in the streets were exchanged between the two men.

You were in your room, hearing the whole thing go down. These two were stressing you the fuck out. “Hey doc, can you bring Angel in here? I know you’re not done with your exam, but if he’s not in here, he’ll tear down your hospital.”

“I’ll send the nurse.” Dr. Wilson agreed. The last time you were here Angel almost tore it down and there was no one there antagonizing him this time. “Nurse Phillips, can you get Mr. Reyes. And take security with you just in case.”

Anxiously you sat there waiting, while Dr. Wilson did her examination. Just as she finished Angel walked in, complete ignoring the doctor and laser focused on you. “Baby, are you okay?” He cupped your face, his eyes roaming the cuts on them.

“I’m good. I’m just a little banged up.” Kissing the palm of his hand, you hoped to calm him down some.

That was your answer to everything, so he asked the doctor about your injuries. She informed him that you had a concussion, bruised ribs, and minor cuts and scrapes. “A month to a month and a half and she’ll be good. Just no strenuous activity til then.” She smirked at both of you before walking out. “And oh, Angel, thank you for not damaging my hospital.”

“Nic, I kinda kicked over a cart.”

“That’s fine I’ll take it.” Things could’ve turned out a whole lot bloodier, so she can take a knocked over cart any day when it’s concerning a pissed off Angel.

To fuss at him or to not? He had a good reason to be pissed, but that didn’t mean he had to cause a scene with your best friend in the hospital. But also, no doubt, Alex said some slick ass shit to Angel. His mouth always got him in trouble.

“You know I could hear you all the way in here. What happened?”

Angel could hear the disappointment in your voice, but this wasn’t the time nor the place to address the issue. “I really don’t feel like talking about it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Reaching out to him, you grabbed his hand and kissed it. “I’m not gonna argue. Actually, I get how you feel.”

“What?!” That took Angel by surprise. He thought you would try to make up some excuse for Alex. Maybe you were finally seeing Alex for the snake he is.

“Yeah, I’m in the hospital again because of something that could’ve been life-threatening. And I know Alex. He probably said some slick shit and he’s incapable of taking responsibility. That’s why he’s the king of toxic.” Alex was your best friend and you usually defended him, but you weren’t completely oblivious to his flaws.

Angel contemplated on telling you what Alex said about that baby, but he couldn’t hurt your feelings like that. At the end of the day, Alex was your best friend, no matter how much he hated him. “Yeah, he couldn’t own up to it. That’s what pissed me off the most even if it really was the other guy’s fault, Alex should’ve never been driving that fast with you in the car.”

“Usually, I don’t mind, but tonight I had a bad feeling, but he blew me off.”

Alex was done for. Angel was going to rearrange his face.

“Angel no!” For someone with such a heavenly name he does some hellish things. “I will talk to him. Alone!”

Angel smacked his teeth but agreed. Plus, too many people saw him attempt to attack Alex. He would be suspect number one. “Fine. I’ll take you to his room.” He was able to get a wheelchair for you despite the fact you wanted to walk.

All Alex saw at first was Angel coming into his room, so he was gearing up for a fight but then he saw you. “YN!” He crumbled to his knees and rested his head in your lap.

There was a low animalistic growl emanating from Angel, so you lightly pushed him out. It was only Alex’s head in your lap. It wasn’t like he was laying on top of you. “GO!” You mouthed to Angel.

“Tell him to get up.” He mouthed back to you as he left the room by walking backwards. He wanted his eyes on Alex.

Lifting Alex’s head, you got it out of your lap, and you were able to look at him in his eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the tears in his eyes. “Hey, I’m okay King Toxic.”

“But you could’ve been worst. That dumbass should’ve watched what he was doing.”

And there it was. He didn’t believe he played a part in this. “Yeah, he should’ve but maybe you should’ve driven a bit slower. Even if you were over 10 of the speed limit, you would’ve been able to avoid it.”

What the hell was this? Usually, you would agree with him, not point the finger at him. “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who blew the red light.” He backed away and got defensive.

“I know that Alex, but it still doesn’t dismiss you for driving so fast. I even told you to slow down.”

“Really?! That fucker got to you huh? What happened to my old YN?” This felt worse than any breakup he went through. He was really losing his best friend to some lowlife cowboy.

Angel was about to come in there and put Alex in his place, because he must have forgotten where he was with the way he was talking to you. Yeah, he insulted him, but the way Alex was talking to you was really bothering Angel. Then he heard your tone get firm. It was the tone you used when someone tried to cross you.

You got up from the wheelchair because you needed Alex to see how serious you were. “His name is Angel not fucker. I already had this conversation with you, but I guess I have to be harsher. Either you learn how to respect him, or you get lost. Despite what feelings he has about you, Angel has always shown respect to you. You need to do the same to him. And old YN has grown up. It’s time for you to do so as well. When you do, give me a call.” You didn’t give him a chance to give a rebuttal. With Angel’s help, you walked out the room not sparing Alex a glance.

Petty Angel couldn’t help himself and he looked back at Alex and winked at him. Finally, he was put in his place and Angel didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s karma, bitch.

Even with you telling him off, Alex couldn’t accept Angel as the one for you. He wasn’t deserving of you, and he was going to prove that to you. What would happen if Angel so happened to learn the true nature of you and Alex’s relationship? Would he be as understanding and great of a man as you made him to be? Alex doubt that. Angel was an insecure, hothead who can’t handle anyone having interest in you. It was time for the cowboy to go.

Chapter 29

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x black!reader #cowboy!angel reyes #cowboy!angel reyes x reader #cowboy!angel reyes x black!reader #cowboy!angel #cowboy!angel x reader #cowboy!angel x black!reader #black!reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesifc #mayans #mayans mc

[callsign-bunnie]

I know that you already did this but! What is their Halloween Costume this year?

I'm assuming this was meant to be sent on Halloween?? But, I only just now got it. So... in other news, my ask box is broken. (ALSO THIS LIST JUST KEEPS GETTING LONGER, I HAVE A PROBLEM) I'm ignoring MW3 for this ask

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Rodolfo: He and Alejandro matched as Vampires this year. His was a bit more flowy, while Alejandro seemed to focus on just looking bloody and cool. Went modern with it, though

Alejandro: ^See above.

Chuy: For the NINTH CONSECUTIVE YEAR IN A ROW, he wore that fucking Demon Deer Costume and scared the fucking shit out everyone by standing in a dark hallway and waiting

Soap: A corp- ahem, I mean a sexy fireman. :D

Ghost: Didn't dress up this year simply for the right of making fun of everyone else

Roach: Had a contract on Christmas, so someone got their ass beat by a mercenary with glow in the dark face paint meant to look like a bioluminescent insect. Straight up looked like some bug themed superhero

Rocket: Every single year, he's an astronaut

Valeria: Another very elaborate costume, this time as a Vampire to show up Alejandro, including blood packs that she drank bloody marys out of the entire night. I also feel like, due to the whole "narcos use generosity to win over the people" thing that she hosts massive halloween parties for kids to attend. Idk. Responded to Alejandro's remark of "You know you're supposed to wear a costume, right?" with "Well, actually I'm dressed as a bitch, since I decided to match you." However, did not anticipate that this sort of collateral damaged Rudy, who was not pleased.

Price: Did not dress up, claimed he was too old. (Psych, Nik asked him very nicely so he was the Doctor and Nik was a companion)

Laswell: She actually didn't dress up

Nik: Doctor's Companion. He's kind of a dork about Halloween because he likes dressing up with Price

Gaz: Default costume of Angel this year

Alex: Cheekily dressed up as a Priest

Farah: Didn't dress up since Alex and Gaz did a couple's costume

Malika: Also didn't dress up

Reyes: Cryptid hunter, pretended to wrangle Chuy a few times

Graves: Cowboy, did not need to explain why

Mila: Her and Oz matched as Artemis and Apollo

Oz: Apollo, was Designated driver, by the way

Roze: Literally just went to Spirit and grabbed the first costume she found, which ended up being a Ghostface costume. Very pleasantly surprised by the female attention she got, was hardly seen most of the holiday because she was getting laid

Velikan: Spent hours making a realistic shark costume

Koenig: Did not dress up

Horangi: Also did not, but someone stuck cat ears on his head at some point, so if anyone made a comment about him not having a costume, he just sarcastically meowed

#call of duty #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas #John Price #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Phillip Graves #Valeria Garza #Alex Keller #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II #Call of Duty #Gary Roach Sanderson #Malika COD #Horangi COD #call of duty: modern warfare ii #mila cod #oz cod #velikan cod #chuy cod #rocket cod #nikolai cod

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, it's me 🍀anon, if is okay to ask of a yandere blackwatch cassidy

Idk much about Blackwatch Cassidy but I'm going to try >:) Decided to default to Romantic for this. I appreciate feedback for how to write Blackwatch Cassidy as I wasn't sure what direction to take this, thank you.

I feel I could've added more to try and flesh certain parts of this but I ran out of ideas I guess :(

Yandere! Blackwatch! Cole Cassidy Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Flirtatious behavior, Feelings of isolation, Manipulation, Jealousy, Slight mentions of intimacy, Marking, Possessive behavior, Consensual to Forced relationship.

What came to mind as I was researching this topic is Blackwatch! Cass with a Blackwatch Agent! Darling.

That would be the easiest way to have you and him interact as Blackwatch is primarily secretive.

Maybe you joined Reyes as a former Overwatch agent when he was cast out.

Or maybe you were handpicked to redeem yourself like Genji and Cassidy.

Blackwatch would most likely be the link that brings you two together when it comes to a Blackwatch! Cassidy concept.

In terms of personality it seems like Cassidy is similar to how he usually is in game.

Maybe due to recently being an outlaw he's a bit rough around the edges but overall he's still him.

He's the charming, carefree, polite, and sassy cowboy that wants to make things right.

He reluctantly joined Blackwatch as he saw it better than jail.

He also took it as a second chance to redeem himself.

It's through Blackwatch that he meets you.

You're part of the already small main team consisting of Reyes, Genji, Cassidy, and you.

Moira is also part of Blackwatch and takes missions from Reyes when needed.

How Blackwatch works is you all take covert missions.

No one is meant to know about them.

Which means you're primarily interacting with your team more than anyone else.

This means you and Cassidy speak... often.

Cassidy is capable of being platonic I suppose although he is more likely to be a romantic yandere.

He is heavy on flirtation due to being your typical charming cowboy.

You've no doubt heard stories of his outlaw days but don't hold it against him.

He wants to redeem himself, plus he isn't the only criminal here.

Look at Genji, he's from a criminal family.

He is also trying to redeem himself and face his brother.

Your origin is up to you, maybe you're also a criminal trying to fix things, maybe you have your own reasons.

Either way, you're in no place to judge the ex-outlaw.

For the most part Cassidy focuses on the missions he's given and his team.

He feels this way he's becoming a better person and keeping the world safe.

Everyone in Blackwatch has questionable morals yet it was a way out of the life he had.

When it comes to you and Cassidy your companionship starts as teasing.

Cassidy is naturally a smooth talker and finds you fun to tease.

In his eyes, no matter what you've done, to him you seem like an angel.

When working alongside you he is always one to stick with the plan and plays his part.

If you appear to struggle he rolls in to keep you out of harm's away along with keep the plan going.

Cassidy for the most part, even as part of Blackwatch, would still be sweet and charming towards you.

In terms of if he'd manipulate you... I can see it happening.

Cassidy no doubt tries to be the closest one to you while in Blackwatch.

Cassidy wants to be respectful of his fellow Blackwatch member, even if he has romantic feelings towards them...

Yet maybe he'll nudge them a little to show he's interested?

You and Cassidy may even make it a game to tease and flirt with one another.

As a result there's a feeling of isolation due to that.

My HC is Blackwatch members have to mostly stay out of sight and public eye.

You find companionship in your team and especially Cassidy.

Your job doesn't exactly allow you to go out and mingle with others often.

You don't have many relationship options and it hasn't really been a goal for you.

Yet the feeling of isolation still lingers in you... and Cassidy has been doing a good job with easing that feeling.

I personally can see that maybe you two even dated during Blackwatch to ease the lonely feeling.

What else are you supposed to do when you're both flirting and can only ever see a few people every day?

You are probably a reason Cassidy changes to be a better person in this AU.

He's happy he's met you and he may even change who you used to be too.

Cassidy seems like he'd be fine in a relationship.

He's affectionate, flirty, protective, but a bit jealous at times.

Honestly, there isn't many issues.

Cassidy shows protective tendencies as he doesn't really enjoy Moira's presence or Reyes, but respects them as team members.

He often drags you somewhere private to kiss you, maybe even nipping your neck playfully just to hear you make those little sounds.

He loves that you're his.

It becomes obvious that you two are partners, both in missions and intimacy.

The Blackwatch cowboy always appears to have an arm around your waist or his eyes on you from across the room.

Reyes only allows it as long as you keep it professional.

Cassidy has indeed shown signs of jealousy/possessive tendencies and signs of slight manipulation by this point.

You haven't seen it as that bad as it's easy to keep him under control.

A cute look and a soft kiss brings him to his knees when he gets worked up.

He listens as he's yours.

Big issues start to appear when Blackwatch falls apart.

Once infighting starts between Overwatch and Blackwatch your relationship changes.

Cassidy plans to leave Blackwatch as he wants no part of it.

Meanwhile you're hesitant as you don't want to leave the team you spent so long with.

Cassidy no doubt tries to drag you away from Overwatch and Blackwatch.

He feels you two could do so much more as heroes away from all of the fighting.

Maybe you refuse in an attempt to help things, irritating Cassidy.

Or maybe you join him only to break up later to try and start life anew.

Without Blackwatch ties.

Either way, I feel Cassidy would become a problem if you tried to leave the relationship more than before it.

He'll lure you in and make you feel warm around him.

As long as you stay, all is good.

Even more so in this concept as you both have been through a lot and changed each other with Blackwatch.

The moment you leave... starving him of your warmth, affection, and adoration...

Well, Cassidy no longer wants to play nice.

He's been your charming cowboy, he's changed because of you.

He thinks it's a bit foolish to think that he'll let you go so easily.

If you refuse to leave Blackwatch, he'll drag you.

If you wanted to break up after leaving, he refuses.

He doesn't like the idea of you breaking away from him after your shared past.

Cassidy believes you helped him move on from the life of an outlaw.

However, he isn't entirely good.

He's willing to push aside wanting to do the right thing to keep you as his little darling.

Part of him wants to leave hickeys, maybe even carve a branding with a knife to make it scar on you.

Sure, it's cruel, but he did use to be an outlaw.

You may have changed him, but not enough for him to give up what's his.

Even when Blackwatch is behind him... Cassidy still wants to keep you by his side.

It's up to you on if you come willingly... or by some more encouragement.

He'll show the world you're his if he has to.

Or maybe he'll lock you away?

You're his partner in crime... hell, now you're just partners in everything now.

Why would he want to leave his darling all alone now?

"Now where do you think you're going? We're a team, aren't we, darlin'? Of course we are... and that'll never change, right?"

#yandere overwatch #yandere blackwatch #yandere cole cassidy #yandere blackwatch cole cassidy

[bullet-prooflove]

The Holiday Bingo Card is Complete!!!!

Here is what we have coming up!

26th Nov: Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you - BINGO SQUARE: GIFT EXCHANGE

1st Dec: Montana - Cowboy!Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry doesn't expect to receieve a holiday card from you. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY CARDS

2nd Dec: Better - Bobby Goren x Reader - You're trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of winter. BINGO SQUARE: SHARING A SCARF

3rd Dec: Look After You - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when your struck down with a cold. BINGO SQUARE: COLD/FLU SEASON

8th Dec: Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a surprise when he's helping you with the holiday gifts. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY SHOPPING

10th Dec: Home Alone (NSFW) - Priest!Joe x Reader - Joe doesn't expect a guest this Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: SPENDING CHRISTMAS ALONE

11th Dec: Candy Cane - Chibs x Reader - You turn out to be a distraction whilst gift wrapping. BINGO SQUARE: FLANNEL PJS

13th Dec: Heaven in Hiding - Mike Duarte x Reader - You find Mike hiding out during the holiday party. BINGO SQUARE: WORK HOLIDAY PARTY

15th Dec: End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - You and Hank make a realisation about your relationship. BINGO SQUARE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

16th Dec: Gingerbread - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop comforts you when you discover your limitations. BINGO SQUARE: BAKING

19th Dec: Snow - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop asks you a question that's been on his mind recently. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW

20th Dec: The Fight Before Christmas - Sam Abrams x Reader - Sam and get into a fight after he discovers you've been keeping a secret from him. BINGO SQUARE: THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

23rd Dec: Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes overboard on Valeria's first Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: DECORATIONS

24th Dec: Special Delivery - Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as planned. BINGO SQUARE: WINTER CABIN

26th Dec: Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - Alden and you discuss what happened a few nights ago. BINGO SQUARE: FIRST SNOW

27th Dec: This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes his new years resolution very seriously. BINGO SQUARE: RESOLUTION

28th Dec: LakeTahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - You meet Manny in a lodge in Lake Tahoe. - Companion piece to End of the Line. BINGO SQUARE: SLEDDING

31st Dec: Fireworks - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza discovers why Ben hates New Year's. BINGO SQUARE: NEW YEARS

2nd Jan: BlackIce!Series Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns home after hearing about your accident. BINGO SQUARE: ICE

7th Jan: Mount Shasta (NSFW) - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip away. BINGO SQUARE: BLIZZARD/SNOWED IN

#taza romero #Manny x reader #frank castle x reader #juice ortiz x reader #alden parker x reader #tig trager x reader #chibs telford x reader #mike duarte x reader #joe velasco x reader #terry bruno x reader #bishop losa x reader #angel reyes x reader #sam abrams x reader #hank loza x reader #bobby goren x reader #coco cruz x reader

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Wolves in Yellowstone

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48099454

by Lunar_Eclipse_Tales

"All the angels are gone, son. There's only devils left."

The Stilinski Ranch is the biggest ranch in Montana. Stiles has been away for 8 years for school and is finally coming home. Home to a life he thought he could leave behind. A life filled with cattle, horses, rodeo, lies, betrayal, and violence. Ranchers make their own rules and they protect what's theirs. They'll do everything in their power to keep what they have and they don't care what laws are broken in the process. Can Stiles slide back into that lifestyle after being away for so long? Can he keep his promise to himself not to get involved with a cowboy? Even if this one particular one sets him ablaze?

Peter Hale has been with the Stilinski Ranch for 6 years. He's put the work in and built up a pack. His loyalty lies with the Stilinskis and he'll do anything to help them keep what's theirs even if it means getting blood on his hands. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his place at the ranch. Until he comes face to face with the owner's son and his world is flipped upside down. Can he curb his desires and stay away? Or will he risk everything he's worked for for just a taste of him? He wants Stiles more than he's ever wanted anyone before.

Words: 3051, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Derek Hale, Jordan Parrish, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Alan Deaton

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Steter - Freeform, Good Peter Hale, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, POV Peter Hale, Dom Peter Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Top Peter Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Protective Peter Hale, Peter Hale is a Little Shit, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Peter Hale, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Yellowstone vibes, Cowboy Peter Hale, Equestrian Stiles, badass stiles, BAMF Stiles Stilinski

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48099454

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

[vaqro-a]

PREFACE : ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤi would like to state that i do not acknowledge the name that was formerly attributed to cole cassidy,ㅤ the one most often referred to as "the cowboy's dead / old name." ㅤㅤi don’t believe that the choice made by blizzard provides even the bare minimum in terms of restitution to their employees, ㅤnor do i believe that it takes sufficient measures against that terrible man. ㅤㅤhowever, ㅤi am aware that the former name connotes a recognition that he does not require ; ㅤfor this reason,ㅤ i have refrained from using it at any point in this or any of my pieces regarding this character, ㅤand i have no intention to use it. ㅤㅤin my canon, ㅤCOLE CASSIDY,ㅤwhile not the name he was born with, ㅤis the name he adopts and becomes his most recognizable alias throughout his life. ㅤㅤwith that out of the way, ㅤlet us begin dissecting the many identities of one cowboy.

carlos josé mendoza cárdenas was a boy that came from a joyful and complete home.ㅤㅤ he spent his childhood on his family's ranch, ㅤwhere he was responsible for the care of the sheep and cattle, ㅤrode horses, ㅤmade friends with the farm dogs, ㅤgot into trouble with his siblings, ㅤand received cuddles from his father. ㅤㅤon more than one occasion, ㅤhe slept off while resting his head on his mother's deep blue serape. ㅤㅤup until the age of twelve, ㅤthe sky appeared to be boundless, ㅤand each daybreak heralded a fresh opportunity for him to embark on an exciting new journey. ㅤㅤcarlos cárdenas died alongside his family.

what walked out of that massacre made his way to texas, ㅤand much like the case of many other orphaned children following the crisis,ㅤ no one really paid attention to just another abandoned brown child on the streets.ㅤㅤ soon enough, ㅤhe found himself working in a pork meat plant as a waste collector. ㅤㅤcassidy was the one he decided to go with when he needed a name. ㅤㅤcole came after, ㅤonce he was fired from the pork factory, ㅤwhen he signed theㅤ[  equally phony  ]ㅤdocuments required to get a job on the megafarm which he would work a few more years. ㅤㅤcole cassidy emerged through this process as a young man who was rough around the edges yet kind, ㅤwith fire in his eyes and a keen aim. ㅤㅤa sunset chaser, ㅤa leader of a criminal organization, ㅤa firearms dearler. ㅤㅤa rebel without a cause.

a blackwatch agent. 

cole developed a remarkable aptitude for performing undercover work as time passed. ㅤㅤthe cowboy was a true chameleon when it came to adopting new identities, ㅤinfiltrating new areas, ㅤand obtaining information from a diverse range of individuals, ㅤdespite what appeared to be his natural inclination for being loud and brash. ㅤㅤin the same way that he was one of the best marksmen on the ground, ㅤgabriel reyes relied on him as his eyes on the field for the purposes of reconnaissance and surveillance.ㅤㅤ this kind of operation certainly required a lot of different fabricated identities, ㅤand for a man who already had to craft himself anew, ㅤit was simple to develop something that held traces of himself but was yet far enough from the baseline to avoid being compromised. ㅤㅤit also gave cole the opportunity to write and perform other stories,ㅤ experience different lives, ㅤand a way for him to get a glimpse into what the small kid who lives inside of him may have grown up to be.

among other names, ㅤcole cassidy is also known as :

JOEL MORRICONE ㅤㅤdenotes himself as a coffee drinker, white hat wearer, and pundit for hire, ㅤwho was born in mexico but raised in the united kingdom. ㅤㅤhe takes a deep interest in both criminal activity and political matters ; ㅤㅤhe maintains his own blog with weekly updatesㅤ[  whenever feasible  ],ㅤ  and he also contributes columns and thoughts to an independent newspaper.ㅤㅤ joel had been in what seemed to be an endless relationship with bernard baldwin, ㅤa much older baker from los angeles ;ㅤ nevertheless, ㅤafter joel lost his arm, ㅤbernard broke up their relationship. ㅤㅤsingle and recovered from the physical and emotional trauma, ㅤjoel now is doing a significant amount of travelling throughout the world to report on the proliferation of the null sector and many other unsavory activities.

BRUNO LEONE ㅤㅤis a single, ㅤitalian young man. ㅤas a result of his brother enzo's untimely death in vienna while closing his photography studio,ㅤ bruno was unable to complete his education and so never received his diploma.ㅤ bruno was forced to abandon his studies as a result of the impact of the loss of his brother,ㅤ who represented everything he had to offer in the way of a familyㅤ[  mother being an addict who overdosed when they were eighteen, father having walked out when the twins were two  ]. ㅤㅤbecause he is now saddled with debt,ㅤ bruno is forced to take odd jobs in order to make ends meet and continue living his life.ㅤㅤa memorable occasion was eight years ago, ㅤwhen bruno was fire from his job as a waiter for mouthing off against his manager ; ㅤhe had only got the job a month prior but had no patience for pushy employers and the snob clientele of the establishment.

MAVERICK LOGANN ㅤㅤis a bounty hunter and contract killer, ㅤand his place of birth is unknown. ㅤㅤa man who appears to care about very little, ㅤif anything at all, ㅤother than the amount of money in his pocket. ㅤㅤas a hired assassin, ㅤit would appear that he specializes in sniper and long - distance kills. ㅤㅤa vicious individual who does not like to have his boundaries tested yet appreciates a job well done when he sees it.

JEROME MCGINNISㅤㅤ is a skilled tradesman who is married to courtney and is a father to a beautiful daughter called alicia.ㅤㅤ a canadian citizen who resides in quebec with his wife and daughter, although the the majority of his time these days is spent away from home due to job obligations.

CARSON REEVES ㅤㅤis a fitness trainer and is currently single.ㅤㅤ grew up in wales as the son of a mexican immigrant mother and a welsh guy for a father.ㅤㅤ his parents got a divorce when he was a child.ㅤㅤ although he never attended college, ㅤhe did participate in badminton and rugby while he was in high school but was never good enough to play professionally.ㅤㅤ possesses a vicious temper and spends entirely too much time on the couch watching television and drinking beer on the weekends.

JEFF WAYNE ㅤㅤis a prominent american socialite. ㅤㅤbecause of the omnic crisis, ㅤjeffrey "jeff" wayne was an orphan and had to go through a number of different foster homes before finally settling down with carmen and reagan wayne. ㅤㅤafterwards, ㅤhe was raised in a life of plenty and luxury by his adoptive parents, ㅤwho provided him with everything but the love and attention he so desperately craved as a child. ㅤㅤmet his girlfriend, ㅤbrianna, ㅤwhile he was in college studying economics and philosophy. ㅤㅤshe passed away in a tragic accident not long ago.

#META. #there it is. #i could elaborate on which situation cole uses each name but i think i am leaving this one as it is. #and they can be later explored individually? #idk. thoughts #but this was also an opportunity to clear up on the name thing and where i stand with it #anyways now i can do adult things like house chores and food <3

[automaticsongeagle]

Chargers pay tribute to wounded police officers during preseason game

#加速主义#The Los Angeles Chargers honored police officers who have been wounded in the line of duty during their preseason game Saturday.

The Chargers partnered with The Wounded Blue to honor wounded officers from across the country and the officers in attendance had the opportunity to participate in the team’s festivities before kickoff and at halftime of the game against the Dallas Cowboys.

California Highway Patrol officer Juan Reyes and San Bernardino Sheriff’s deputy Marcus Mason fired the "Heroes Cannon" at SoFi Stadium in Inglewood, California, to begin the game. Reyes was shot six times during an incident in Studio City and Mason was wounded in a separate shooting.

[colecassiidy]

Meta + being drafted into Overwatch; how did he feel when arriving at the HQ in Switzerland for the first time? Did he feel welcomed, ostracized, none of either?

block-print on newspaper with that grunge splotch texture of imperfect printing: NEW KID ON THE BLOCK, CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER; PLENTY TO PROVE TO THE WARDENS WHO SEE A MANGEY MUTT WHOSE ACTIONS TELL US HE'S ALL LIABILITY AND A LOST CAUSE. HOT-HEADED & MOUTHY, SOME WILD THING TO BE BROKEN IN - COMMANDER REYES, THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?

idek where to begin sue ksjldf--

his draft leaves him with feelings of yet a second dispossession. failure to save anybody and coming out alive in an omnic crisis attack left him bloody and raw in one way, but deadlock leaving him for dead was another: knocking the world askew from his understanding of loyalty - that people you thought you built your trust with can and will hurt you. He's reeling and shell-shocked and discombobulated and there's a distinct feeling of stigmata branding his flesh with the name Traitor.

it doesn't escape him that the name gabriel is that of an angel - that he tends to be the messenger of some sort of god. gabriel reyes tells him that this is redemption. gabriel reyes tells him that this is how he gets to keep on living and not just rot out a life-sentence in a supermax prison. cole hasn't touched a bi.ble since he was 10, but it is hard not to look at that open palm and not to see a point of reference, some form of anchor, to see which way might be up. He grips that hand with the sort of desperation of someone being swept away by a riptide.

it doesn't escape him that ultimatums aren't choices, and his instincts are buzzing electric knowing this; that this is not true freedom, that he is leashed and owned, that he is dead to rights (and perhaps deservedly so). your life is forfeit and there is nothing you can do about it (ofc, this perspective changes later; the transformative power of ow doing good, that bw has had the impact that reyes has said it will; this combined with the comradery makes him begin to believe. for the first time, he is seeing that he is capable of doing Good and Right beyond the vitriolic acid spat at him telling him he wasn't otherwise; that even if he's a pain in the ass with his Cowboy Behavior, there is a place for it and it feels... nice and his heart doesn't seem to thunder so tumultuously anymore; he understands what reyes gave him was an opportunity and an out.)

being drafted into overwatch felt monumental. being drafted into overwatch felt like a soft damnation. you are on the cusp of some gate, and you can neither tell it between heaven or hell. he feels displaced, knocked off-balance in a new way he hasn't been before, but free-fall is something cole knows how to do, rolling with the punches as long as you can keep on rolling with them for another day. somebody somewhere can summarize his life just like that. this is how it's always been and perhaps this is how it always will be: so cole cass.idy rolls with the punches.

he tries to be polite, because this is The Big Organization founded by the People who Fought the War, but it's a veneer with its limits. He knows that there are eyes on him and he stares right back; he knows that there are questions upon questions piled back-to-back with all the pointedness of asking why are you here? some kid from a gang? what the hell was reyes thinking? He tells them, Watch Me. They point at his unconventionality, they ask him about the hat, they talk about how he does this and that and this and look at his boots; eventually it all blurs into irrelevant white noise as he falls right back into the Rhythm of Who He Is: Smooth, sly smiles and smirking, snarling, aggressive, non-relenting pressure in the field.

arriving at HQ was-- breathtaking. i don't know much about the geography of switzerland, but i like to think that they definitely flew through those alps. he's a nature boy, he's gonna find that stuff incredible (and distantly, wistfully think about how his mother would have loved this.) i think that there were probably a good handful of people on both sides of this fence of intentions of making him feel welcomed or ostracized, but ultimately people are people and you make friends with those who seem interested in the person in front of them and not their shadow and pay a little miffed mind to the ones who'd like to see you fail.

#femtaile #hc: head up in the clouds;;

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Hello! I’ve been working on putting this together for the last few weeks. I hope it’s up to par. I’ll be trying to update it as I come out with new fics/content. Please read the author’s note below, as well.  Please assume that any content on this blog may be NSFW (18+). I’m a 21 year old woman and I don’t really think about censoring things for that purpose. I just write, and see where it takes me. 

Last Updated: 1/21/2022

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Are You Going to Talk to Me? (Drabble)

Just Really Need You to Smile (Drabble)

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No Judgement

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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They Have to Have You Now (With Bonus Boy)

warning: steamy, slight voyeurism (?)

Billy Russo: Billy couldn’t wait another second to have you. Wordlessly, he grabbed you, pulling you to him as his lips met yours in a fierce, breathtaking kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, and you could feel his hammering heartbeat underneath your palms. He was still wearing his stealth suit, fresh off of a mission, but all he could think about on the helicopter ride back to Anvil was getting his hands on you. He had moved through the halls like a panther, not stopping to talk to anyone or even to change. He had a new mission--finding you, touching you, and burying himself inside of you. Billy didn’t say a word as he undressed you, his lips nibbling and sucking on the flesh of your neck as his hands roamed your curves. You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as his long fingers entered you, prepping you for him. “Next time,” he growled, his mouth warm against your neck, “you come with me...” “Aw,” you cooed, combing your fingers through his dark hair, “you missed me.” “I missed this,” he smirked, pulling back just as he curled three fingers inside of you, making you gasp out in pleasure. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping them as he fingered you, the sounds of your moans and the wetness between your legs filling the small room. “Billy,” you gasped out, head thrown back in ecstasy, “We--I--the door!” Billy paused, pulling his head up and looking over at the door, “Yeah? What about it?” “Did you lock it?” You asked. He smirked, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. Billy pressed them to your lips, watching with those dark, expressive eyes as you obediently sucked them into your mouth. He waited until he felt your tongue swirling around his digits to answer you. “I’m the boss,” he said, his free hand going to unbuckle his belt as he spoke, his voice low and confident “I don’t lock doors. I’m gonna fuck you right here in this storage room, and if someone walks in... We’ll give ‘em a show.”

Logan Delos: In a matter of seconds, Logan had reduced your entire, extensive vocabulary down to two words: Logan and yes. You were positioned face-first against the floor length window, hands slapped against the glass and breasts pressed against the cool glass, your entire naked body exposed for all to see. All they had to do was look up. Granted, you and Logan were on the penthouse floor of the suite, but still. Logan was behind you, pounding into you, wearing nothing but a black cowboy hat. He reached around you and grabbed your chin, turning your head to face him. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, his hips slamming upwards as he pulled away. “I can’t believe you,” he huffed, a smirk on his perfect face, “Bought you all the way out here, and we didn’t even make it past the fucking train tour.” “That... that wasn’t my fault,” you gasped back, biting your lip as Logan’s dick hit that spot that had your legs shaking, “You’re the one who said we had to go.” “Yeah,” he agreed, taking a handful of hair and pulling, making your head fall back, “because you looked so goddamn good...” He moved against you, once again making it impossible for you to say anything but his name and “yes, yes, yes”. You came hard; quivering as you reached your climax. Logan didn’t even give you a second to relax; he was relentless. He pounded into you, his hips smacking into your ass so hard, you wondered if you two were going to accidentally break the glass. “Baby, look,” Logan hissed, his lips against your ear, “We got an audience.” Still shaking with pleasure, you opened your eyes, blearily blinking until you could focus again. Across the street, there was another suite, and all the way from here, you could see the woman standing in her window with her hand up her dress. Logan chuckled, his hand moving to take hold of your leg, lifting it and pushing deeper into you, making you scream with delight. “Let’s see who gets off first... you, me...or our friend over there.” 

Jax Teller: You weren’t entirely sure what had gotten into Jax, but you for damn sure were grateful for it. He’d been on the road for the past three days on a run with Opie, Juice, Tig, and Clay, and he’d gotten back in town sometime early in the morning. But, of course, they had church and then some kind of sketchy meeting with another MC, so you figured you wouldn’t be able to see or speak to your man until later that night. But then he surprised you by stomping into the house hours earlier than you’d expected him. You were in the laundry room; you’d just started a load when Jax came in, greeted you with a “I need to be inside of you”, picked you up, and plopped you down on top of the vibrating washer. He was inside of you in record time, kissing you as he moved against you. Sex with Jax was always enjoyable, no question, but being fucked while the washing machine vibrated beneath you, enhancing each thrust and every motion of his hips--it was enough to make you scream. And scream you did. “Yeah, darling,” he grinned, his hands on your hips, rings digging into your flesh as he held you close, “Go ahead and cum for me...” And you did, cumming within seconds of him entering you, your head falling against his shoulder. Jax didn’t slow down or let up, he plowed into you, that thick, long dick of his hitting you right in that spot that had you seeing stars. You scratched as his back, and Jax chuckled, kissing your chin. The gesture was soft, contradicting the punishing pace his hips were setting, and you moaned against him. “Been missing you like crazy,” he grumbled, picking you up and spinning you around, slamming you down with against the washer with careful control before pushing into you again, “Had to skip out of the meeting to get to you...” You turned your head, your cheek resting against the cool steel, a smile growing on your face. From the feel of his hips and the way he was moving without any sign of slowing down, you had a long day ahead of you... and you couldn’t be more excited. 

Coco Cruz: As soon as you had walked into the apartment, heart pounding with worry and suspicion, you knew something was up. You could see water seeping from the back room, but before you could so much as ask a single question, Coco was on you. His lips slammed into yours, pushing you against the wall. He was rough, but gentle, as always, placing his hand behind your head to make sure you didn’t smack it on the wall as he bit your lip, leaving a stinging sensation that he soothed with his tongue. “Tell me you love me, no matter what,” he whispered, his hands pulling at your clothes, getting them out of his way, “Tell me you’re with me, no matter how bad I fuck up.” Your fingers found their way into his hair, massaging his scalp, getting lost in the thick curls. “I’m with you,” you said, your lips moving against his, even as you spoke, “I love you, Coco, no matter what.” He grunted, apparently pleased with your response. “I fucking love you,” he said, his voice somehow growly and broken all at once. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whispering his name lovingly as he entered you. He needed you; you could feel it. Coco fucked you up against the wall, his moans and your sighs filling the hallway. Your eyes were squeezed shut, stuck in a whirlwind of passion and love and concern. You knew your Coco sometimes needed to work out his frustrations, and while you were more than happy to help, you were still a bit worried about whatever was bothering him. As he fucked you, you made sure to whisper your love for him into his ear, kissing the shell of it as you told him over and over again how much you adored him. “No matter what,” you added, moaning the words out as Coco’s dick slid between your thighs, his pre-cum and your arousal already starting to drip down your leg, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You came at the same time, you with a sigh and him with a shout. Carefully, Coco slid out of you, his cum thick and warm as it ran down your leg. “Baby... what’s wrong?” You asked. He paused, kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “So... Something... Something happened...” You pulled back, frowning. It took you only a moment and a handful of steps to see what he meant by “something”. “Jesus Christ, Coco! You fucked me fifteen feet from your mom’s corpse?!” “Shit, is that fucked up? My bad!”

Angel Reyes: “Scrapyard,” Angel growled, already leading you that way, “Now.” You followed him, biting back a grin. He’d been eyeing you all day as you helped set up the clubhouse for a party, no matter who he was talking to or what he was supposed to be focusing on, his eyes always seemed to land on you. And when you’d given him a show while wiping down the tables (how that soapy water got down your shirt, you’d never know), you saw the spark in his eyes. He wanted you, and Angel wasn’t going to waste a single second--he was taking you. Now. The scrapyard was open, but empty, and so when Angel turned around, grabbing you and pulling you to him, you knew there was no one around to see... yet. “I got alcohol and bandages in the club,” he said between kisses, “so after,” he smoked, “I’ll fix you up. But for now...get on your knees.” You did so happily, falling to your knees, the ache in your legs nothing but a small price to pay for what was coming next. You watched, licking your lips greedily, as Angel unbuckled his pants. His thick cock was already hard, and he grabbed onto it, stroking it for you. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his eyes staring down at you. You did, sticking your tongue out, and you took in a sharp breath when he skid his dick into your waiting mouth. You closed your lips around him, gathering saliva and sucking on him, making him moan. Angel’s large hand fell onto your head, a heavy token of his appreciation for your efforts. You held onto his upper thighs, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock. There was drool dribbling down your chin, and Angel was moaning like crazy, your name coming off of his lips as you sucked him down. There was gravel and dirt in your knees already, but all you could focus on was the taste of Angel and the sounds of his pleasure. His fingers twitched on your head, curling around a lock of your hair--a sure sign of what was next. Angel came with a grunt, sighing as he felt you swallow him down. “We got a few minutes till the party starts. Stand up, it’s my turn to taste you, mi dulce.”

Miguel Galindo: Whenever Miguel was working late, so would you. Often, you’d wake up at your desk or on the couch surrounded by papers, slogging your way back upstairs to bed to be met by Miguel hours later. You were currently on the couch, fast asleep, when you felt a soft, warm caress on your face. You smiled in your sleep, recognizing Miguel’s touch even while you were unconscious. You heard him above you, his voice deep and low, “Come to bed, mi amor.” You hummed, holding the jacket you’d used as a makeshift blanket closer to you. Miguel chuckled, and you felt his lips, warm and soft on your cheek. “I’ve missed you,” his hand had been on your face, but you felt it slowly move down, “come to bed...” You hummed again as you felt his hands, those hands you adored and knew so well, run down your thigh. “No? Fine,” his lips were on your neck now, soft and warm as he spoke against your throat, “Have it your way...” That made you giggle; no matter what the situation--it was always Miguel’s way, not yours. Your giggle soon turned into a moan when you felt Miguel’s fingers slip inside of you. “Mm... already wet,” he mused, “Were you dreaming of me, mi amor?” You nodded, eyes still closed. He kissed your collarbone, “So you’ve missed me too,” he chuckled, “Open your legs.” You did, and Miguel rewarded you with three fingers, curling inside of you and tickling your clit. You sighed, biting your lip. Miguel’s other hand went under your shirt, gently pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “More?” He asked. You nodded. His fingers disappeared for a moment, and you sat up, eyes open now, pouting. Miguel was hovering over you now, his dark eyes staring down at you. He pushed into you, the action rough and exhilarating, making you gasp at the stretch of him. Your eyes closed again, and you wrapped your arms around him, letting him fuck you until both of you were spent, his cum blooming inside of you as you pulsated and shook around him. Time seemed to slow, and when you opened your eyes again, you were tucked into his side in bed. You smiled, cuddling closer to him, and wondered how he would wake you in the morning. 

Nick Amaro: “We don’t have long,” Nick said, undoing his tie, “I swear, I’ll make this up to you, babe--” “It’s fine,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, “I know you need this.” He stopped, his hands on your waist, “I need you,” he clarified, “And I want to go slow and give you all the attention you deserve, but...” “But we only have enough time,” you said, kissing your way down his jawline, “To fuck. So come on, Detective... Fuck me.” Nick didn’t need to hear anything more; in seconds, he had his pants around his ankles and his dick between your thighs. You held onto him, your nails digging into his forearms as he fucked you. His thrusts were rough and fast, and you felt him getting deeper and deeper with each motion. “Harder,” you gasped out, your toes curling. Nick obliged you eagerly, pushing into you with such force, your legs started to shake. Sensing that you were getting overstimulated, Nick carefully lowered you to the ground. Fucking him in your office was one of your favorite new past times, and no matter how needy or rough Nick was, he always made sure that you knew--from his touch, his words, his kiss--he loved you. He was on top of you, the weight of him the only thing anchoring you, keeping you tethered to the world while he brought you to unknown heights of pleasure and ecstasy, the two of you connected by the heart and by the hips, nothing in the world but you and Nick. You came first, and Nick showered you with loving words, kissing you as you shook around him. “There you go,” he cooed, “My love...” He pulled out of you, and you squirmed at the loss. “...Come wrap your pretty lips around this dick.” 

Johnny Tuturro: “Shh, shh, shh,” Johnny whispered, his supple lips caressing your ear as he spoke, his dick sliding between your wetness, “if Charlie hears us, we’re dead.” You nodded, burying your face in the cushions of the couch. “If anyone hears us,” he went on, casual as he fucked you, “We’re gonna be stuck on chore duty for the next,” he paused, shifting his hips and pushing deeper into you, making you whine at the absolute delicious stretch of him, “the next three weeks,” he continued, his body was draped over yours, and you could feel him--every sinewy, muscular inch of him--hovering over you. “So be quiet, baby girl,” he went on, rotating his hips above you, “no guns downstairs, and no fucking either.” You bit your lip, nodding. It was hard to listen, to think, with the way he was moving against you--inside of you. Johnny was completely naked--he’d just come back from surfing, and as soon as he had walked into the room and seen you...he just had to have you. “Fuck,” he hissed, licking at your ear, “How are you always so fucking tight? So perfect?” He asked. You couldn’t answer; all you could do was whine as Johnny pushed into you again, making you shift upwards on the couch. There was nothing like Johnny inside of you, nothing like his long, hard dick pressing into your most sensitive parts. As badly as he needed you, as desperate as he was for you, you were equally needy, equally desperate. Hell, you couldn’t even be bothered to take a second to walk (or run) up a handful of stairs; you needed Johnny then and there--there was no time to waste. “Johnny,” you groaned, “baby, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” He didn’t, his hips slamming into your ass with a renewed rigor until you were both cumming, both of you calling out the others’ name. “Oh fuck,” Johnny said on a laugh, still inside of you as his seed pumped into your waiting wetness, “Now I won’t be able to sit here without thinking of fucking you...we might need to make this a weekly thing.”

Rio: “I don’t give a damn if you try,” Rio said into the phone, “You gotta win, bitch. And you gotta pay me my money--and right quick, too.” You felt yourself clench at his words; you loved getting to hear him do business, loved the power and control in his voice. You loved it even more when he was fucking you while working. Rio had one hand on his phone, and the other on your neck as he fucked you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Matter of fact,” he went on, pumping inside of you and squeezing your throat affectionately, “You’re gonna pay me extra. Because that’s what happens when you make me wait.” You swore, as talented a lover as Rio was, it was his words that were making you so wet. “Consider it incentive for next time,” he continued, “You miss a payment cause of Little League or book club or whatever other white suburban shit you got goin’ on, you pay me for the lost time.” Rio grinned down at you, seeing the excitement on your face. He leaned down and kissed you filthily, his tongue snaking into your mouth, lapping against yours before pulling back, the phone still at his ear. “Which reminds me, gon’ ahead and bring me the keys to that slick black ‘Vette I saw the other night, I think my girl will like it,” he grinned down at you, and that grin had your heart flipping in your chest. His hand flexed on your throat, and that, coupled with his thrusts and the way he was handling business at the moment, had you nearly sobbing with desire. “I don’t need your bullshit ass excuses, Elizabeth,” he went on, his thumb trailing upwards, tapping your bottom lip gently until you opened your mouth, sucking it in, “I need my money, plus the extra, plus that black Corvette. Otherwise, you can take another pay cut, and I’ll make a visit to your husband’s place of work--again,” Rio paused, a smirk growing on his kissable lips, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His smugness did it for you; you came then, whimpering as your orgasm ran through you. Rio fucked you through it, still on the phone. By the time your orgasm subsided and you came back to reality, the phone was gone, and he was grinning down at you. “Good news, baby,” he reported brightly, still moving inside of you, “We got an extra 20 grand, a new car, and I still got another round in me,” he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, speaking lowly, his words going directly into your mouth, “and since you were such a good girl, I’ma make you cum again, and again, and again...”

Bonus Boy

Tommy Shelby: “Get out,” Tommy barked, swaggering into the room with nothing but authority coloring his steps, “Esme, close up on your way out. Yeah, you too, Finn, fuck off.” You stood, money still in your hands, as Tommy approached you. He wasn’t talking to you, you knew it. You knew it from the second he walked into the betting shop, his thunderous blue eyes searching for you. You knew what he wanted, what he needed. You watched as everyone scurried out, the sounds of feet hitting the floor and doors slamming filling the space. You watched as Tommy walked up to you, your handsome man in his dusty black coat and his blood soaked hands. You watched as he stripped his coat off, tossing it to the side, his hands already reaching out for you, eager for you. Desperate for you. You let him come, and Tommy grabbed you, his touch possessive and rough and gentle and confident and unsure all in one. He kissed you, tasting of mint and smoke, and you grabbed at his collar, keeping him close. Tommy wasted no time, his hands moved expertly, pulling your skirt up and pushing your undergarments aside until the only thing that separated him from you was time. And time was fleeting. You both groaned when he first slid inside of you; there had been no prep, but your body adjusted to him quickly. His mouth moved against yours as he fucked you, his hands keeping you close to him--as if there was any other place you’d rather be. “Never leave me,” he whispered, and his words broke your heart. “I won’t,” you promised, and you meant it. He pushed you back against the desk, his movements firm but his eyes soft as he looked down at you. Tommy was a patient man, a calculating man, but with you--he could never bring himself to wait, never consider the pros and cons, the consequences. He just needed you--needed you like he needed air, like a horse needed freedom. You were his everything. And even though he couldn’t always find the words to say it, he could show it. And he did. As Tommy held you, his mouth on your face, his heart in your hands, he knew that this need, this desperation would never ebb. He belonged to you...and he always would. 

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carlos reyes tag drop #1

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tragic beauty: lupe vélez - an analysis

“I had to play with boys, girls found me too rough.” -  Lupe Vélez  

This is an analysis I’ve wanted to cover for a while for quite a few reasons. Primarily because, in a few ways, I see myself in her and, as such, feel the need to defend her and assert her true legacy: as a pioneer. Which brings me to the main reason I wanted to do this: to correct the scurrilous rumours about her premature death cooked up by a hating ass imbecilic Aquarius whose infamous book doesn’t deserve to be named. So if you want to hear the truth about this lady, read on.

Known as the “Mexican Spitfire”, Latin bombshell Lupe Vélez was (an to an extent, still is) a much-maligned and terribly misunderstood woman. A true Cancer, she was a force of nature and unconsciously antagonized others and made them uncomfortable because of her authenticity to herself and her emotional nature. Born during a storm, she had a naturally stormy personality. She could be hilarious and charismatic one moment, and depressive and vicious the next. Instead of anyone trying to understand her, they just stuck her with the “spicy fiery Latina” stereotype, not knowing or caring what was behind it. The harshness of her life before stardom may explain some of her fearsome, yet fun, personality; she grew up with violent trauma – watching her father kill and almost be killed during the Mexican Revolution. She also is believed to have had undiagnosed bipolar disorder, which would explain her extreme moodiness and outbursts.

One of the first Latina actresses to make an impact in Hollywood, she was subjected to the racist, sexist Hollywood tropes that forever typecasted her—she was called “senorita cyclone,” and the “hot tamale”. The Hollywood press willfully misunderstood Vélez’s sex positivity and consistently portrayed her as a woman who took great pleasure in her body, and indeed, the tempestuous Vélez had numerous affairs, including a particularly torrid one with a young Gary Cooper, and a tumultuous marriage to “Tarzan” star Johnny Weissmuller. But in 1944, at age 36, she found herself pregnant with the child of a little known-actor name Harald Ramond, who would not marry her and this reality made her come undone, and like my other baby Carole Landis, she succumbed to an drug overdose. Her promiscuity, right or wrong, became part of the way her stardom was packaged and promoted. Also, the press naturally compared her to (and pitted her against) Hollywood’s only other female Mexican star—the “high-class” and elegant Dolores Del Rio. The press couldn’t even find sympathy for her even in death and a false story was printed that she drowned in the toilet after vomiting up a spicy Mexican dinner. Her death is parodied and mocked to this day. Again, she’s a true Cancer in the sense that the same imperfections that everyone else has, she is seen as less than human for having them. I hope to help right that wrong by honoring Vélez for being the trailblazer that she is. At any rate, Vélez would seem to be a prototype for contemporary female stars, from Madonna to Rihanna, who have proclaimed their pleasure in their body and their sexual liberation — a pro-sex activist before her time, doomed to suffer the rejection of a more puritanical age.

Lupe Vélez, according to astrotheme, was a Cancer sun and Leo moon. She was born María Guadalupe Villalobos Vélez in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, to young upper-middle class parents. Her father, Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, was a colonel in the military, and her mother, Josefina Vélez, was an opera singer. They also had another son, John and daughter, Annette. The Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis Potosí and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home with servants. As a young girl Lupe showed an interest in performing, but her father was outraged at his daughter’s “low-class” dreams, and forbade his daughter from being in show business. All that changed during the war. Her family was in a state of upheaval—the Mexican Revolution was happening, her father had been presumed dead in the war and all their money was gone. While most of her family members were too proud to get jobs, a teenage Vélez did just that, supporting the family by working as a saleswoman in a department store. She then finagled an audition with a local theater. However, her father was indded alive and well and soon returned home from the war. Because at that time becoming an artist and coming from a well-to-do family was seen as embarrassing, her father refused to let her use his last name in theater, so she used her mother’s surname.

She proceeded to seek out venues where she could dance the then-popular “shimmy.” In 1925 she was cast in the big stage revues Mexican Rataplan and !No lo tapes! and became a big audience favourite. Her name got around to American stage star Richard Bennett (father of American film stars Constance and Joan Bennett), who was looking for a Mexican cantina singer for his new play. Lupe traveled to Hollywood but was rejected for the part for being too young. While in Hollywood, Lupe met film and stage comedienne Fanny Brice, who took a liking to Lupe because of her sparkling personality. She put in a good word for Lupe to impresario Florenz Ziegfeld (creator of the Ziegfeld’s Follies), who could use Lupe in one of his Broadway musicals. However, MGM producer Harry Rapf heard of Lupe as well, and offered her a screen test. When producer Hal Roach saw the test, he immediately signed her to a contract. Vélez soon made her major film debut in Douglas Fairbanks’ action-romance The Gaucho in 1927. The film was a huge hit and Vélez was an overnight sensation.

Along with her professional life gaining steam, so did her love life. Vélez sought out some of Hollywood’s hottest men, which wasn’t hard for a hot and sexy number like Lupe; men flocked to her like bees to honey. She was romantically linked with Gary Cooper, Charlie Chaplin, Clark Gable, cowboy Tom Mix, “Tarzan” actor Johnny Weissmuller, Errol Flynn, John Gilbert, Henry Wilcoxon, singer Russ Columbo, Randolph Scott, author Erich Maria Remarque (who wrote All Quiet On The Western Front and later married Paulette Goddard), Clayton “Lone Ranger” Moore, director Victor Fleming (director of Gone With The Wind), and boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.

One of her first conquests was cowboy star Tom Mix. She also had an with newcomer Clark Gable, who cut off their romance because he was afraid Lupe would run all over town discussing their sexual secrets, which she did. Soon she had a torrid affair with comic genius Charlie Chaplin in 1928. Lupe revitalized Chaplin’s libido after he had gone through a torturous divorce from his wife. Whatever time she had for the many men in her life, that same appreciation didn’t extend to other women and she would frequently battle with the other females with whom she had to work with and would often threaten them; when she was starring in director D.W. Griffith’s Lady of the Pavements, she had to co-star with an actress named Jedda Goudall, whom she hated, and the two had a ferocious cat-fight on the set. When she made her final appearance on Broadway in the Cole Porter musical “You Never Know”, Vélez and fellow cast member Libby Holman feuded viciously. The feud came to a head during a performance where Vélez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye, which pretty much ended the run of the show. Vélez was territorial about the men in her life, she was vicious toward any woman who might be competition for her man or an acting role. She mocked Marlene Dietrich, Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple, and her arch nemesis Dolores Del Dio by doing imitations of them.

When she was cast in the film The Wolf Song in 1929, she met Gary Cooper and immediately started what would be her first widely publicized romance. Theirs was a one-sidedly volatile relationship; he would often appear in public with scratches and bruises. One time, she attacked him with a knife during a fight. He needed stitches. By the end of their time as a couple, Copper had lost 45 pounds and was physically exhausted.  He was ordered by the studio to take a vacation. As he boarded a train, Vélez shot at Cooper but missed. Lupe soon moved on to other men; she had a thing for fighters. In addition to having a brief fling with boxer Jack Dempsey, she conducted a flagrant, but secret, affair with the black boxer Jack Johnson. In those days, blacks and whites almost never conducted sexual affairs out in the open. She met Olympic swimming champion Johnny Weissmuller at the hotel where she was staying that was owned by film star Marion Davies. One problem: Weissmuller was already married. But no matter, he dumped his wife for Lupe and married her October 8, 1933 in Las Vegas. Theirs was not a happy, serene marriage, and they constantly battled, with Lupe filing for divorce several times in 1934 and changing her mind each time. Weissmuller’s patience was so strained he dumped a plate of salad on her head at Ciro’s nightclub. Finally, in 1938 she filed a petition that was finalized in 1939.

After having many hit pictures with MGM, they unceremoniously dropped her. The excuse was that the studios were no longer going to make Spanish versions of their films and there was no longer a need for Latin actresses. Vélez returned to Mexico in 1938 to star in her first Spanish-language film. Arriving in Mexico City, she was greeted by 10,000 fans. The film La Zandunga, was a critical and financial success and Vélez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films, but instead, she returned to Los Angeles. She soon went to RKO Studios and starred in the B-movie The Girl From Mexico. Despite its lowly status, the picture became a tremendous hit with audiences. RKO rushed her into another film, this time called Mexican Spitfire, playing an emotionally volatile singer named Carmelita. The 1940 film became another smash for Lupe. The Spitfire series of eight slapstick comedy films rejuvenated Lupe’s sagging career.  In late 1941, she had an affair with writer Erich Maria Remarque whose wife, actress Luise Rainer later wrote that Remarque told her “with the greatest of glee” that he found Vélez’s volatility hot.

At this same time Lupe took on another lover in the form of a French 27-year-old bit actor named Harald Ramond. He was a strong and controlling man who knew how to tame Lupe. After she discovered that she was three months pregnant, she announced her engagement to Ramond without his knowledge or consent. When he learned of her pregnancy, he refused to marry her. Deeply hurt and stunned, she felt backed into a corner; she knew her career would be ruined in Hollywood if word got out she was pregnant and unmarried. It just wasn’t done in those days. And despite her wildness, Lupe was a devout Catholic, so abortion was out of the question. She could see only one way out: suicide. On December 18, 1944, at the age of 36, Vélez swallowed 70 Seconal pills, she lay down on her pink satin pillow on her over-sized Hollywood bed and arranged herself like a movie star, with her hands folded across her chest and went into an eternal sleep. Dramatic to the end, Lupe went out of this world in glamorous style. She left a suicide note addressed to Harald, which read:

“To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby’s before I bring him with shame or killing him. How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time you didn’t want us?  I see no other way out for me so goodbye and good luck to you, Love Lupe.”

THAT is the truth. But the bottom line is: how she lived her life as well as the circumstances around her death are all irrelevant at the end of the day. What matters is the loss of a great multi-talented, pioneering Mexican star and a legacy unrealized and stunted by a world that wasn’t ready for her.

Next, I’ll talk about the most famous of her paramours, the yin to her yang, a perfect example of the special chemistry that Taureans and Cancers share, the strong, silent hero of the silver screen: Taurus Gary Cooper.

Stats

birthdate: July 18, 1908

major planets:

Sun: Cancer

Moon: Leo

Rising: Gemini

Mercury: Cancer

Venus: Leo

Mars: Pisces

Midheaven: Pisces

Jupiter: Virgo

Saturn: Aries

Uranus: Capricorn

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: She may have seemed at times to be a shy, vulnerable, romantic individual who only wanted to please, but underneath she had a voracious appetite for adoration and respect, and would not stop until she got it. Without a doubt, she had a very warm feeling for others, and domestic security with plenty of happy togetherness is high on her list of priorities. When it came to cooperation with others, however, she had her limits because she was profoundly individualistic and, albeit in a charming manner, she insisted on doing things her way. Ultimately the most important thing for her was believing in herself and being true to her standards and aspirations. Most of all, she needed to fulfill her creative potential, which was like an intimate companion with whom she shared her life. You nurture it, protect it, and then you show it off, and whatever walk of life you are in, you tend to be a fine performer.

This gave her a lot of self-respect and a touch of vanity as well, and her emotional sensitivity combined with her underlying imperiousness tended to impress others and made them take her seriously. She was a devoted member of her flock, and she zealously and jealously protected and promoted whomever she was devoted to. When it came to developing her own talents, however, she seemed to know that she had to pull away in order to grow into her greatest self. Others may have thought she was a bit of a show-off but that was not the case: she simply had a deep sense of the importance of her own creative talents, and she felt only half alive if she did not honour them. Although she was pretty sensitive to criticism or rebuffs, she was just as committed to honesty and personal integrity; and despite her vanity, she eventually learned to laugh at herself.

She had a very good memory and found it easy to learn subjects that interested her. She was very kind and thoughtful towards others. Her imagination was very keen, but if it got carried away, she may have experienced irrational fears. Even though she may have tried to maintain a scientific and objective outlook, her mind was actually dominated by her emotions. When it came to careers, she may have felt initially vague or confused about what she really wanted to do. She was eventually forced to give up her career of choice by events out of her control (as was evidenced by the tides turning from the “Mexican spitfire” female ideal due to the changing of the times). There was probably some element of self-sacrifice involved somewhere in her choice of career (the element of sacrifice being that she had to sacrifice her child, and ultimately her life, in relation to her reputation as an unwed mother as well as her unborn child’s reputation as an illegitimate child). She had good technical and scientific ability due to her, at times almost fanatical, attention to detail. She was also fastidious when it came to matters of health, diet and appearance. She was not afraid of work and was very resourceful and capable. She also worked well in a team. She became very annoyed if somebody else questioned the way that she operated. Her energy levels were somewhat inhibited, her self-confidence reduced, and her ambitions restricted through fear of failure. Times of strength and weakness alternated within her. Even though her decision-making ability could be ineffectual through over-caution, she often seemed to be placed in situations where a quick decision was needed. When she succeeded, it was mainly through her own efforts. She also showed a tendency towards wanting to start at the top, wanting to avoid the hard work that gets you there.

She belonged to a generation with a rational and logical attitude to life. There was a conflict between tradition and convention, and the experimental and unconventional. As an individual, she had to learn to strike a balance between the erratic and the conventional. As a member of this generation, she had the ability to come up with original ideas which could be of practical value. She was part of a very artistically talented and creative generation that wanted to escape from the demands of the world around them into a world of excitement and glamour. She was part of an emotionally sensitive generation that was extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding her home place and home country. In fact, she could be quite nostalgic about her homeland, religion and traditions, often seeing them in a romantic light. She felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around her. Bow embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to her.

Love/sex life: It wasn’t easy to be passionate and emotionally explosive and also hold on to her dignity, but this was what she wanted to accomplish. She tried to conceal the pulsating softness of her sexual nature behind a façade of control and bluster. She thought that her display of strength and jolly self-confidence would hide her vulnerability and her susceptibility to virtually any sexual diversion. Of course, no one was really buying this cover up. They saw the luscious edges of her erotic hunger peeking through her disguise. That’s why they were all so anxious to be around her. The biggest problem in her sex life was how to deal with change. She loved it and she hated it. She loved following the lead of her feelings and surrendering herself to the moment. Too much consistency, even loving consistency, was apt to leave her bored and dissatisfied. But she also saw change as a threat to her sense of control and to the emotional security that she valued so highly. Because of this duality in her thinking, her reaction to changes in her sex life was abrupt, contradictory, and (horror of horrors) a little undignified.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Gemini

Lilith: Libra

Vertex: Scorpio

Fortune: Gemini

East Point: Gemini

Her North Node in Gemini dictated that she needed to prevent her idealism from influencing her thoughts to such a high degree. She needed to consciously develop a more clear-minded and analytical approach involving her thought processes. Her Lilith in Libra was definitely working overtime here. Relationships somehow caused her to err, and her partner choices caused much suffering.   She expressed herself through others. As a lover, she was aggressive, yet co-dependent. As a mistress, she was not above trying to cause a divorce, which she did with Johnny Weissmuller and she ultimately became fatally despondent when she found herself pregnant with a bit actor's baby. She used her good looks as a weapon to help her get ahead in the movie industry. Also, Lilith in Libra strangely enough, manifested itself as a sort of lighter female Capricorn archetype, and she pulled herself up by the bootstraps in a rather glamorous way, going to work after her father left the family unit. As such, she exhibited graceful gumption right until the very end. Her Vertex in Scorpio, 5th house dictated that she had a desire or continual need for feeling irresistible and irreplaceable on all levels of intimacy, whether spiritual, intellectual, emotional, or physical. From the fires of hell to the heights of heaven, the  further and deeper the range of interaction she could experience with another the more fulfilling. She had a childlike orientation, in all of its manifestations, toward relationships on an internal level. That implicit trust, or perhaps naivete, that was instilled in our  childhood persisted far into maturity. The concomitant explosions and  occasional tantrums when these constructs are violated also accompany  this position. She had a need for fun, creativity, and excitement in a  committed relationship, no matter how many years it has endured. She often had deep fears, typical of children, of abandonment, as well as a need for universal acceptance, no matter how she acted, which she needed her partner to respect and nurture, rather than rebuke, especially in adulthood. Her Part of Fortune in Gemini and Part of Spirit in Sagittarius dictated that her destiny lay in travel, education and communication. She was able to overcome enemies by her words and by her writing. Happiness and fulfillment came from being able to express herself fully. Her soul’s purpose lay in seeking truth, justice and fairness. She felt spiritual connections and saw the spark of the divine when she studied, broadened her mind through new philosophies, or looked for inspiration outside the home. East Point in Gemini dictated that she was often insatiably curious and loved to collect little bits of (what seemed to be useless) information and trivia. Her interests were quite varied, and she may have been somewhat scattered. Sometimes her curiosity could appear cold and callous as her level of objectivity was potentially high. There was usually an openness to learning in any situation.      

elemental dominance:

water

fire

She had high sensitivity and elevation through feelings. Her heart and  her emotions were her driving forces, and she couldn’t do anything on earth if she didn’t feel a strong effective charge. She  needed to love in order to understand, and to feel in order to take action, which caused a certain vulnerability which she should (and often did) fight against. She was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. She generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. She was exciting to be around, because she was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, she could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, she chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, she was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do  this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because she was  bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—she was bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at her best, her confidence and vision inspired others  to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves.    

modality dominance:

mutable

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.                    

house dominants:

2nd

3rd

1st

The material side of life  including money and finances, income and expenditure, and worldly goods was emphasized in her life. Also the areas of innate resources, such as her self-worth, feelings and emotions were paramount in her life. What she considered her personal security and what she desired was also paramount. Short journeys, traveling within her own country were themes  throughout her life; her immediate environment, and relationships with her siblings, neighbours and friends were of importance. The way her mental processes operated, as well as the manner and style in which she communicated was emphasized in her life. As such, much was revealed about her schooling and childhood and adolescence. Her personality, disposition and temperament is highlighted in her life. The manner in which she expressed herself and the way she approached other people is also highlighted. The way she approached new situations and circumstances contributed to show how she set about her life’s goals. The general state of her health is also shown, as well as her early childhood experiences defining the rest of her life.  

planet dominants:

Neptune

Mercury

Sun

She was of a contemplative nature, particularly receptive to ambiances, places, and people. She gladly cultivated the art of letting go, and allowed the natural unfolding of events to construct her world. She followed her inspirations, for better or for worse. She was intellectual, mentally quick, and had excellent verbal acuity. She dealt in terms of logic and reasoning. It was likely that she was left-brained. She was restless, craved movement, newness, and the bright hope of undiscovered terrains. She had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. She likely had strong leadership qualities, she definitely knew who she was, and she had tremendous will. She met challenges and believed in expanding her life.

sign dominants:

Cancer

Gemini

Leo

At first meeting, she seemed enigmatic, elusive. She needed roots, a place or even a state of mind that she could call  her own. She needed a safe harbor, a refuge in which to retreat for solitude. She was generally gentle and kind, unless she was hurt. Then she could become vindictive and sharp-spoken. She was affectionate, passionate, and even possessive at times. She was intuitive and was  perhaps even psychic. Experience flowed through her emotionally. She was often moody and always changeable; her interests and social circles shifted constantly. She was emotion distilled into its purest form. She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that expanded her community. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. She loved being the center of attention and often surrounded herself with admirers. She had an innate dramatic sense, and life was definitely her stage. Her flamboyance and personal magnetism extended to every facet of her life. She wanted to succeed and make an impact in every situation. She was, at her best, optimistic, honorable, loyal, and ambitious.      

Read more about her under the cut.

Lupe Velez was born on July 18, 1908, in San Luis Potosi, Mexico, as Maria Guadalupe Villalobos Velez. She was sent to Texas at the age of 13 to live in a convent. She later admitted that she wasn't much of a student because she was so rambunctious. She had planned to become a champion roller skater, but that would change. Life was hard for her family, and Lupe returned to Mexico to help them out financially. She worked as a salesgirl for a department store for the princely sum of $4 a week. Every week she would turn most of her salary over to her mother, but she kept a little for herself so she could take dancing lessons. With her mature shape and grand personality, she thought she could make a try at show business, which she figured was a lot more glamorous than dancing or working as a salesclerk. In 1924 Lupe started her show business career on the Mexican stage and wowed audiences with her natural beauty and talent. By 1927 she had emigrated to Hollywood, where she was discovered by Hal Roach, who cast her in a comedy with Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. Douglas Fairbanks then cast her in his feature film The Gaucho (1927) with himself and wife Mary Pickford. Lupe played dramatic roles for five years before she switched to comedy. In 1933 she played the lead role of Pepper in Hot Pepper (1933). This film showcased her comedic talents and helped her to show the world her vital personality. She was delightful. In 1934 Lupe appeared in three fine comedies: Strictly Dynamite (1934), Palooka (1934) and Laughing Boy (1934). By now her popularity was such that a series of "Mexican Spitfire" films were written around her. She portrayed Carmelita Lindsay in Mexican Spitfire (1940), Mexican Spitfire Out West (1940), The Mexican Spitfire's Baby (1941) and Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event (1943), among others. Audiences loved her in these madcap adventures, but it seemed at times that she was better known for her stormy love affairs. She married one of her lovers, Johnny Weissmuller, but the marriage only lasted five years and was filled with battles. Lupe certainly did live up to her nickname. She had a failed romance with Gary Cooper, who never wanted to wed her. By 1943 her career was waning. She went to Mexico in the hopes of jump-starting her career. She gained her best reviews yet in the Mexican version of Naná (1944). Bolstered by the success of that movie, Lupe returned to the US, where she starred in her final film as Pepita Zorita, Ladies' Day (1943). There were to be no others. On December 13, 1944, tired of yet another failed romance, with a part-time actor named Harald Maresch, and pregnant with his child, Lupe committed suicide with an overdose of Seconal. She was only 36 years old. (x)

#lupe velez #cancer #star analyses #astrology #long ass post #tragic beauty #mine

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 4/11/23

Montana: Cowboy!Terry x Reader - Terry tries not to think about you (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Cards)

The Fight Before Christmas: Sam Abrams x Reader - You and Sam get into it when he discovers you've been keeping a secret. (Holiday Bingo: The Fight Before Christmas)

Stockton! Series Part One: El Cuchillo - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You have a run in with Ramos from Stockton that has some unforseen consquences.

Stockton! Series Part Two: Always - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Bishop keeps an eye on you until Nestor arrives.

Stockton! Series Part Three: In the Dark - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You awake in the night to find intruders in your home.

Stockton! Series Part Four: Sierra - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - The feud with Ramos runs deeper than you know.

Stockton! Series Part Five: Maternal - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You're reminded of the importance of family in the aftermath of the home invasion.

Stockton! Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez & Bishop Losa) - The events with Stockton lead Marcus and Bishop to discuss a change of rules for the club.

Fireworks: Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza finds out the reason Ben doesn't like fireworks. (Holiday Bingo: New Years)

Traditions: Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes a little crazy when it comes to Valeria's first Christmas. (Holiday Bingo: Decorations)

Special Delivery: Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as expected. (Holiday Bingo: Winter Cabin)

Gingerbread: Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop helps out in the midst of a crisis. (Holiday Bingo: Baking)

Heaven In Hiding: Mike Duarte x Reader - You discover Mike hiding out in the copier room during the office party. (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Party)

Home Alone: Priest!Joe x Reader - You surprise Father Jose on Christmas Day. (Holiday Bingo: Spending Christmas Alone)

Past Mistakes Part Twenty Two: Perfect - Mike Duarte x Reader - Joe gets a postcard and a very special invitation. (Final Part)

Syria!Series Part Four: The Bullet, The Bottle or This... - Beau Simpson x Reader - Beau faces up to his current reality.

This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice decides to take his New Year's resolution seriously. (Holiday Bingo: Resolutions)

Candy Cane - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader - Chibs get distracted whilst helping you wrap. (Holiday Bingo: Flannel PJs)

Underneath It All (NSFW) - Riz x Reader x OC - Riz and you give comfort to a friend in their time of need.

#terry bruno #michael riz ariza #mike duarte #joe velasco #bishop losa #sam abrams #nestor oceteva #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #beau simpson #angel reyes #taza romero

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The Character: Kallista Kaines

The origin of the name Kallista Kaines comes a character I made back in 2015-2016? for the Overwatch universe.

Art Credits: (Left) daddy_bec (via twitter)

A woman of knowledge. A hacker. An innocent face with tricks up her sleeves. Kallista was forcibly recruited into Overwatch's Covert division, Blackwatch. She and her hacker group called the God Brigade were set to expose Overwatch by shining the light on Blackwatch but instead, Kallista found herself being integrated into the division and discovered what was slowly strangling the life out of the division and the Foundation.

A long time ago and on a different blog there were prompts for voice lines. Here are are those voice lines:

Character Name & Title: Kallista Camilla Kaines, Blackwatch Intelligence Director Class: Offense Country of Origin: Bristol,England Voice Description: soft, flowy, vibrato-rich, haughty British accent when she’s angry or annoyed

Attacking Enemy Ultimate: “Game Over!” “You’re Mine!”

Friendly Ultimate: “Incoming!” Ability 1: “I swear I’m not using hacks” Ability 2: “ Hacking faster than a speeding bullet” ---- Killing Enemy: “I would stay down if I were you” Killing Genji: “Eternal peace is in death,” Killing McCree: “Risk everything, fear nothing, have no regrets.”

Killing Reaper/Blackwatch Reyes: (Reaper) “So much has changed…” (Reyes) “The king has fallen...” Killing Soldier 76/Commander Morrison: “Have a seat. Jack,” (Morrison) “Have a seat Commander.” (says it firmly)

Killing Sombra: “She who has knowledge has power, right Sombra?” Killing Tracer: “A stitch in time saves nine” Killing Doomfist: “I should have dealt with you when I had the chance” Killing Widowmaker: “Au revoir,” Killing Bastion: “Sorry! No upgrades for your model!” Killing Hanzo: “Your shame and dishonor caught up to you,” Killing Junkrat: “Talk the hind legs off of a donkey will ya?”

Killing Mei: “Freeze don’t-- oh…” Killing D.Va: “Awww I cheated,” (sarcastically) Killing Orisa: “Seems like you need an upgrade,” Killing Roadhog: “That was kinda easy,” Killing Reinhardt: “Rest easy my friend” Killing Zarya: “Будь что будет - so be it” Killing Winston: “No hard feelings right?”

Killing Lucio: “Aww, I wanted an autograph,” (jokingly)

Killing Mercy: “I guess you weren’t much of a hero after all, huh doc?” Killing Symmetra: “A glitch in your plan, Vishkar,” Killing Ana: “It’s time for you to rest Captain…” Killing Zenyatta: “There is no peace in this world, not now,”

Teammates When a teammate gets an elimination: “C’mon, keeping it coming yeah?” When a teammate is on fire: “Congrats. Now keep doing it” Thanks: “Thanks” “Thanks mate!” When Mercy Damage Boosts them: “I’m not gonna be held responsible for what happens” Group up: “Get the hell over here,”

Hello: “Hey” “Huh? Oh, Hi”

I need healing!: “Help a girl out?” " A little healing? Please?" Interactions (write down a possible interaction your character can have with their teammates in spawn):

Mercy: Kallista I thought you were dead.

Kallista: That was the plan~

Mercy: Why?

Kallista: If I tell you, I have to kill you (sarcastically)

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Reaper: You’re supposed to be dead

Kallista: …there were complications with that

Reaper: We’ll talk later

Kallista: yeah

Reyes: You ready?

Kallista: of course.

Reyes: Try not to break everything. (referring to her ultimate

Kallista: No promises, heh

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BW Member: Where the hell have you been?

Kallista: Hiding?

BW Member: Why? We buried you!

Kallista: Technically you didn't but that's neither here or there.

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McCree: Look what the cat dragged in

Kallista: I’m offended.

McCree: Why?

Kallista: You’re still wearing the cowboy get up.

McCree: Don’t you give me that sass already

What they have to say about maps: Temple of Anubis: “Long time no see right Anubis?” Hollywood: “Ugh this place is still trashy as ever”

Route 66: “Think we’ll see a cowboy? Oh! A tumbleweed!” Kings Row: “Ah yes. Where everything started...London,” Ilios: “Blue skies smiling at me, nothin but blue skies from now on” Dorado: “Home…” Horizon Lunar Colony: “I never would have thought I would be in space...wait was that an alien!?” Volskaya Industries: “More cold...why…I’ve thought I’d never have to see this place again,” ---- Support Character Specific (Write down what your character would say while healing a certain character or what the Overwatch character would say while getting healed:

General: C’mon C’mon get your shit together (British accent)

McCree: What’dya know my guardian angel Kallista: AGAIN. I can’t keep saving you cowboy

To a BW member: Reyes trained us better than this.

To S76: Pull it together old man.

To Reaper: On your feet, that’s quite unsightly for you.

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ANGEL REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: heyyyy, im so happy to see that you’re back, i missed u a lot❤️ i wanted to request 52 and 71 with angel reyes

@aquamento asked: hey hey miss arizaaaa i could i request prompt random 4 and prompt fluffy 73 with angel reyes?❤️

Anon #3 asked: just saw that you’re taking prompts again !!!!!!!! yaaaaay i wanted to request 58 & 65 with angel thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💖

Prompts:

71. “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?”

52. “Let me take care of you”.

73. “Want to share an ice cream?”

4. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

58. “It’s cold, hold me”.

65. “Read for me, I love your voice”.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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Someone starts to hit your door angrily and with some kind of desperation, using the palm of a hand and not the knuckles. Placing the bowl of ice cream on the table, you walk towards the entrance, unlocking the door to open it. Angel is there, staggering and carrying a bottle of tequila in his right hand. He smirks at you, brushing back his hair with the ringed fingers, resting his body against the frame.

“Yuw butiful”.

His voice sounds proud, pointing you with the right forefinger, about to let the bottle fall down but holding it up masterfully before spilling it to your feet.

“Ain't gonna be a cowboy anymo'”.

“You mean… a coward?”

“Ya', that's wha' I said. A cowboy”.

“Are you drunk?”

“Who knus, querrrida?” Angel hiccups, covering his lips with a fist for a second.

“Okay, big guy… Let me take care of you, ain't gonna let you drive back home”.

“Yu ma hom, mami”.

“Sure…” Rolling your eyes, you palm his back as he comes into the house.

After closing the door, you take out of his hands the tequila, leaving it over the auxiliary table in the hall. Then, you proceed to take off the kutte, until he grabs your wrists.

“Wo, mami, tak'it'slowwww… Guv me a kiss fir—first”.

“If you don' let me go, Angel, I'll kick your ass into a cold shower”.

“Da'ya like ma ass?”

“Do you want me to call Bishop?”

“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHHHHH… no”. He places a finger on your lips, pressing them to make you shut up.

“Good. Now, give me the kutte”. You demand pulling away his hand from your face.

He obeys like the good boy he really is. Then, he takes off his boots using his heels and supporting his body against the wall. Angel is drunk. Too drunk that he can't even speak well. And looks so funny and adorable trying to flirt with you. You are finding it too difficult not to tease him, when you watch him walking, stumbling over his own feet, to the sofa before falling down on it with a heavy sigh.

Raising up both eyebrows, containing a loud laugh, you come closer palming his back.

“Hey, make me some space… You're bigger than my sofa”.

“Da'ya wanna know wha mo es' bigge?”

“Fuck, no, Angel”. You can't help but break in laughs finally, sitting in a corner of it when he decides to rest his head on your lap.

“Wha ya wa doen?”

“Watching a movie. Want to share an ice cream?” You ask, taking the bowl with both hands.

“Wa flivo?”

“Pistachio”.

“Foc is tha?”

“Ok, try it”.

You offer him the spoon right to his mouth. He licks it, like a dog, before spitting it over his shirt with a disgusted sob. You laugh again while he complains and curses in a drunk spanish, until your neighbor hits your wall.

“Di ya col Bichop?”

“No, Angel. I didn't call Bishop”. You chuckle putting down the bowl over the floor to get up. “You look like a baby”.

“I can be whatava ya wan, mami”.

“Take off your shirt, before you… stain it all”.

“Ef ya wanna see ma nakid jast tell me”.

“Por Dios, stop talking, Angel”.

“Shot ma ap”.

“Yeah, I wish I could really shoot you right now”.

Having to help him, you undress the old Reyes, throwing down the shirt. And before you can press the play to continue with the movie, he grabs your arms to hug himself with them.

“It's cold, hold me”.

You try to get comfy by lying your body down under Angel's, and resting his back on your stomach. He has his eyes closed, with his callous hands touring your knees and your legs from top to bottom. You know how drunk he is, and you're not going to take any advantage, but you like him too much just to not feel anything right now. Your fingers do their work too, watching the film oblivious on the TV, stroking his bare chest with ephemeral caresses.

Under his warm skin you can feel his heart beating quietly, just like his breath. You're not sure if he's sleeping or if he's resting his mind, but he jumps a little between your arms when your phone dings.

“Wasap? Wha's tha'? Where the fuck is ma shirt?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ…” You're laughing again, bowing on the table to take your phone.

“Who is? Ya bofren? Lemme fack hem up”.

Angel begins to throw up some punches to the air, as if he was boxing, making you frown and wrinkle the nose. Bishop is asking you if Angel is there, because he spent the night telling them that he was going to propose to you. You're blushing so fast that even the drunk man notices it.

“Tall ya bofren to fack hem, am ya bofren now”.

“Is your jefe, asking for you”.

“Read da text. Read fo me, I luv ya voice”.

“No, Angel. You should sleep”.

“Bu here with ya”.

“Angel, you weigh a lot”.

“Da'ya wan—”.

“Fuck, no. Stop”. You laugh again, trying to get up while he clings onto your body like an octopus. “Angel, please… Let me go”.

“No…” He sobs once and again, grabbing you stronger. “I came wolken from da club, don' go, plez”.

“Oh, shit… Let me… lie a little comfy at least”.

And he does. Of course he does, after walking for almost one hour to your house, even if it is no more than ten minutes away. Molding your body to his, you turn off the TV, placing your head over a cushion. You fall asleep sooner than you thought you could do it, with Angel resting peacefully on your stomach.

But when your eyes open up again, he's not there anymore. Not even his boots. Not even his kutte. For a second you think that maybe it was a dream, but your shirt smells like him too much. You sigh heavily putting your gaze on the rooftop. He was so close. So close of asking you out that it hurts a little to know that he probably won't remember what happened.

The doorbell ringing pushes you back to reality, getting up from the sofa and having to stretch your back and arms, before starting to walk towards the hall. Somewhat upset you open it, having a flashback of last night. Angel is there again, holding two cardboard glasses of coffee and a small bag.

“I think I owe you an apology”. He's trying to not sound ashamed, but he looks too adorable to think about it.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“I shouldn't have come… drunk. I just…” He purses his lips wrapped in a bundle of nerves, offering you what seems to be breakfast.

“You just what?” You ask then, holding it and leaving him enough space to come in.

“I like you”.

“Should I say that I didn't notice it?” You're holding a sarcastic laugh in your throat, closing the door and leading your feet to the living room.

Angel shakes his head following you, until he's finally in front of you again.

“Listen… I don't know what I said last night, I don't know what I did. I just… woke up without my shirt and betwe—”.

“You spit my ice cream all over your shirt like a fucking five years old eating… baby food”.

“Oh, shit…”

Now, he's more ashamed. Angel covers his face with both hands, drowning there a growl. And you can't help but break in laughs shaking your head.

“Then you… begin to… punch the air 'cause you thought my boyfriend texted me. I don' know, maybe you were feeling like the fucking Conor McGregor”.

“Oh, shit…” He repeats, looking at you between his fingers. “I'm so fucking sorry, I swear”.

“Was a… curious night. I had so much fun”.

“Fuck, I swear I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I only... remember to tell Bishop that I wanted to propose to you”.

“Yeah, he texted me. I just hope you won't do it”.

“Wh—Wha—Why?”

“Angel, the only night we have spent together, you were drunk. I'm not gonna marry you”.

“Not now, but one day”.

“Ahm… yeah, Angel. Not now”.

“But you want to marry me”.

“Maybe. One day. But we can start for a date”.

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