Just came across your blog! Love it! So I'd like to ask for a imagine or head canon of Angel Reyes of his reaction to his S/O getting hurt by an ex?
Ohh giiiiiiirl, i love this request so much. I made it light, not knowing what are you comfortable with. Thank you for requesting, and feel free to return anytime you have an idea, or just want to talk. :D
Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader
Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing,
Angel knew something was off. Even if your lips said you are completely fine, the circles under your eyes, the little scares you got when your phone ring, the long and needy hugs you shared these days. He knew but you were so fucking stubborn to tell him, what’s wrong.
He understands it. You have this agreement. You never really agreed on it, just came naturally with the both of you. You talk, when you are ready. You cry, when you are ready. This goes for you, and him too. But his time, Angel felt something he couldn’t deny. The urge to force you to tell him, because he knew, this wasn’t just a bad day at work, or a simple sad mood week. You were scared, and terrified, and gloomy all day, all week, and all month.
This day wasn’t really different than the others. You and him on the couch, after a long and hard day. Angel just arrived from a week long run, and he wanted nothing more, just you, his best friend, and a lazy and calm night. He wished he could say, that he spends the night with his girl, but that’s just too soon to you. At least he thought so. You just ended a relationship with a guy he hated with his whole being. You never told him, why, but he didn’t pushed the subject. He was glad it’s over, and he can have a chance with you.
You watched the TV, in silence, sipping on cold beers. Angel’s arm was around your shoulders, you head resting time to time on his chest. You just focused on his heart beating madly, and you didn’t really paid attention to the show that was on. You felt the minty breeze of his breath on your forehead, and the unmistakable cologne he uses. The sensations of safety and love.
You almost fell asleep in his arms, but a loud beeping voice cut through you ears. Then again, and again. You whole body going rigid. Angel felt your body tense up, looking at the source of the sound. You phone going off multiple times, signaling a text.
“You don’t want to check it?”
“Nah, it’s okay. I am busy.” You said, making him smile brightly to himself.
You thought it will stop after some time. But it didn’t. Angel grew frustrated from the little noise, then the vibration of your phone. He was dying to ask, who is it, but in the back of his head, he knew very well who it was.
You mood changed from peaceful to an alarmed state, and Angel don’t dialed to notice. You wanted it to stop, and for a moment, you thought it’s time to tell him. To ask for help. You almost opened you lips to say the words, with the familiar taste of salt of you tears, but the doorbell cut you off.
You swallowed, praying it’s not what you think. You didn’t want to answer the door, but you realized it would be worse, if Angel shows up in the door not you.
“Who the hell is it? It’s fucking past midnight.”
“I’m gonna get it, be right back.” You offered a weak smile, and you turned to the hallway.
It was too dark outside to tell who it was, so you just grabbed the door handle with a shaky hand, and opened it. Just a little creek, to see outside enough, and be fast enough to close it if needed be. Your ex stand there, his eyes pleading already, his fist holding the door frame.
“Hey, Y/N” He whispered. You was too familiar with this voice. This as the calm before the storm. Trying nice, before dropping the bomb.
“What do you want?” You asked in hushed voice, fearing Angel hears you.
“Just to talk. Can I come in?” You feel the anger rise in you. What he’s thinking?
“No. Go away please. I am done talking, I told you” You say firmly, closing the argument, ready to shut the door on his face. But he has other plans. Just before you could close it, it flips open, knocking you down onto the floor.
You face hurts, burning from your nose to your ears, making you dizzy a little. You hear the door shut behind him, and he’s already on you, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. His hands slips on your face, something wet, and warm covering it. You don’t feel anything, just a deep pain on and in your face and nose, you vision too blurry to see you surroundings.
Angel heard you hushed voice, but couldn’t make it out. He wanted to open the door, but he knew you would be furious, saying you are capable to open your own door, so he stayed on the couch. But he was ready to be there with you in no time, thinking it’s way too late to show up at your house. Somewhere deep inside he felt something is wrong.
Then the big noise came. He heard your body collapse onto the floor, and his heart almost jumped out of his body. His legs moved quickly, eyes looking for your figure. As he reached the hallway, he heard him swearing, and shouting.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU THINK THAT YOUR PUSSY IS TOO GOOD FOR ME, HUH?”
Angel was in full speed, and didn’t stop until he reached his throat, pushing him of off you colliding with mirror next to the door. His hands were flying in the air, adrenaline flushing through his veins, reaching another high with every hit he took on his face. He only stops, when he sees his bloody face broken and motionless.
Then he looks over at you. Blood all over your shirt and face. His heart sank from the sight, and he felt the urge to turn to that rat, and kill him, but he needed to be there for you.
You flinched when his hands reached your body.
“It’s okay princesa, it’s just me. It’s me. Shhh…it’s okay.”
He whispered in your ear, while he held your shaking body. With one hand he wrote a text to Coco, and waited till he heard the bikes roaring in the street. That’s when he lifted you up, taking you to the bathroom. He let go of you, when you sat on the edge of the bathtub, you felt the warmness of his skin leaving you, and you panicked.
“I am here Hermosa, calm down.” He hushed you, his voice calming you nerves. But he felt himself differently than calm. When look at your bloodstained clothes and face he faced the familiar sting of guilt, then anger. His shaking hands trying to cope with his mind and will. He started to clean your face with a wet towel he found, carefully clearing your chin and lips. He murmured under his lips sometimes to himself, sighing in relief that your nose didn’t broke. Your hands clenching his upper arms, not letting go for a minute.
You heard movement on the other side of the door, making you jump, and look at Angel terrified.
“It’s just the guys.” And as a cue, you heard Coco voice, calling Angel’s name. Angel popped his head out of the bathroom, whispering to Coco a few words, then returning back to you.
He gives you the look you hate so much, when he turns to you.
“Angel…” you whisper, but he cuts you off. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should have.”
“I know, I just didn’t wanted to make things worse.”
“You got hurt, Y/N. That’s the worst case scenario.”
“No, you got hurt.” You say, pointing at his fist covered in bruises.
“For god’s sake Y/N, that doesn’t fucking matter.” He growled in a low voice.
“It matters to me, Angel.” You look at him, hoping he understands what you are trying to say.
But he just stood there, sighing, closing his eyes. You see every wrinkle, and scars on his beautiful face. The next thing he feels is your body pushing up to him. Your head resting on his chest, hands grabbing onto his vest. He hugs you without thinking, giving a little kiss on top of your head, his fingers brushing through you smooth hair.
“It matter to me.” You say one last time. Now he understands.
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