#hayley i want to make bread with you so bad when school has a break for you we have to make bread its the law.

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what does one do with a pound of garlic

[lilymunster]

Do all of the questions on the 150 question ask post!!

Holy shit, it's like you knew I was procrastinating going to sleepHere we go: 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? One of my patients! 2. Are you outgoing or shy?Outgoing. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My coworkers!4. Are you easy to get along with?I think I am. 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?Don't really have a crush but I'm usually the mom friend when I go out 6. What kind of people are you attracted to?People with good senses of humour and good hair. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? No. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?Uhhhhh one of my favorite coworkers who i haven't seen in over a week 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Lmfao no I'm very open about it10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Oh jeez. Denisse? Probably? 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?"Its a killer recipe" re: banana bread12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?A. Sit next to me - foster the people B. Feelings - Hayley kiyoko C. Shameless- the weeknd D. Palm dreams- hayley kiyoko (I mean duh I have a tattoo with lyrics from this song) E. IV. Sweatpants- childish gambino 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Oh my god yessss14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Absolutely15. What good thing happened this summer?Last summer? The first day of pride was the highlight of my summer 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Probably. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes, there has to be18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Lol no 19. Do you like bubble baths?Do bath bombs count? I love bath bombs20. Do you like your neighbors?Not really21. What are you bad habits?Not moisturizing everyday, not cleaning out my car22. Where would you like to travel?Mexico, Switzerland, Germany, Japan, Thailand... honestly everywhere23. Do you have trust issues?Yes as in I trust too easily24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Make up!25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?Uhhhh double chin tbh26. What do you do when you wake up?Wish I was still asleep27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Darker, I need a tan28. Who are you most comfortable around?Izzy, denisse 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?No but I can take a hint lol 30. Do you ever want to get married?Not really at this point31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Barely32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?Hooo boy honestly too many to name33. Spell your name with your chin.Didn't even work a little bit34. Do you play sports? What sports?Fuck no35. Would you rather live without TV or music?Without tv.36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yeah I was in the closest for 6 years bud37. What do you say during awkward silences?I just try to leave if possible38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Dream girl would be taller than me... a soft, comforting body.. a warm smile.. always down for adventure.. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Target. I sold my soul to target40. What do you want to do after high school?Omfg I'm 22 I graduate college next year41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Sometimes. I'm willing to do so42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I'm dissociating probably lol43. Do you smile at strangers?Yes it's the customer service/ nurse in me44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?I've made it this far. No point in giving up now46. What are you paranoid about?That my friends actually hate me47. Have you ever been high?On accident. 48. Have you ever been drunk?Pfffff yes 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Eh, I guess? 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Grey51. Ever wished you were someone else?Lol all the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?That I don't think before I speak. 53. Favourite makeup brand? Becca54. Favourite store?Target55. Favourite blog?Uhhhhh56. Favourite colour?Peach57. Favourite food?Pasta58. Last thing you ate?Berries + whipped cream and chocolate59. First thing you ate this morning?Toast with cream cheese + cucumbers60. Ever won a competition? For what?I won a Hannah Montana drawing contest from tiger beat magazine when I was 1061. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Lol in class suspension yes. For hitting someone in the eye with a paper airplane on accident. Still embarrassed about that one62. Been arrested? For what?No. 63. Ever been in love? Yes. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?It was with a boy nicknamed ducky when I was 13 and he was 15. I had had a tooth pulled earlier that day so my mouth was still numb. It was in a tree in a park. 65. Are you hungry right now?I'm always hungry 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?No I don't really talk to anyone on here67. Facebook or Twitter?Facebook68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now?Yes, the great british baking show70. Names of your bestfriends?Izzy, sera, Lena 71. Craving something? What?To be fucked? 72. What colour are your towels? Blue72. How many pillows do you sleep with?2 minimum73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Yes, a penguin pillow pet74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?Too many75. Favourite animal?Sloths 76. What colour is your underwear?Grey and purple77. Chocolate or Vanilla?vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Lavender79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Grey80. What colour pants?Black81. Favourite tv show?Golden girls82. Favourite movie?The grand Budapest hotel83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean girls. 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean girls. 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Janice. 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?The stoner turtle87. First person you talked to today?Denisse 88. Last person you talked to today?Kanyon89. Name a person you hate?Kylie 90. Name a person you love?Izzy91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Lol yes92. In a fight with someone?Nope93. How many sweatpants do you have?Only one pair94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Like 1095. Last movie you watched?Uhhhhhh "please stand by"96. Favourite actress?Stephanie beatriz 😍97. Favourite actor?Uhhh Ryan Reynolds 98. Do you tan a lot?No99. Have any pets?Yes, one cat 100. How are you feeling?Shitty, I have a cold 101. Do you type fast?Yes102. Do you regret anything from your past?Hahahahahahhaa so many fucking things 103. Can you spell well?Yes 104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Lol yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Nope106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yes108. What should you be doing?Sleeping. 109. Is something irritating you right now?Yeah the fact that I can't breathe out of my left nostril 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?🙃111. Do you have trust issues?Again, yes112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?My supervisor becuz I had a fucking panic attack at work 113. What was your childhood nickname?Lil 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?No I had one in middle school tho 116. Are you listening to music right now?No117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Yes118. Do you like Chinese food?Yessss119. Favourite book?The great Gatsby 120. Are you afraid of the dark?Yes121. Are you mean?Apparently I'm mean to customers but idk122. Is cheating ever okay?No123. Can you keep white shoes clean?No idk how people do it 124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Yes125. Do you believe in true love?Yes126. Are you currently bored?Duh I'm on Tumblr 127. What makes you happy?People. Good booze. Good food. 128. Would you change your name?No.129. What your zodiac sign?Aries 130. Do you like subway?Eh.131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?"Sorry pal you know you're barking up the wrong tree"132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?See above 133. Favourite lyrics right now?"I'm sorry to interrupt it's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you- but I don't know if you feel the same way I do"134. Can you count to one million?No135. Dumbest lie you ever told?Too many to name 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed137. How tall are you?5'3138. Curly or Straight hair?I have straight hair, wavy is my favorite 139. Brunette or Blonde?Brunette 140. Summer or Winter?Summer 141. Night or Day?Night 142. Favourite month?July143. Are you a vegetarian?No but I've been thinking about it 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Dark 145. Tea or Coffee?Coffee146. Was today a good day?It was mediocre 147. Mars or Snickers?Mars. 148. What’s your favourite quote?"Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs" lmfao I don't know this is just what came to mind first because I'm obsessed with John mulaney 149. Do you believe in ghosts?Yes I do. 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?It's literally completely blank The first line on the next page is "Asepsis is the absence of illness-producing micro-organisms." It's a fundamentals of nursing book Hope y'all enjoy lmfao

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Not Your Destiny: Chapter 7

Marked Book 1: Not Your Destiny

Chapter 7

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Luca’s car is the last to arrive at Antigone. Ángel  spots Cleto’s Camaro parked next to Tanner’s truck, and the disconnect of seeing the cars together leaves Ángel’s mouth dry. He hesitates in the back seat of Luca’s car, lingering after Luca and Gabi both climb out.

“I’ve got the keys, Angel. You can’t leave without me,” Luca comments idly, leaning on the passenger door. He swings the keys on his fingertip, then shoves them deep in his pocket. “Unless you’re either a really good pickpocket or can hotwire a car.”

“What makes you think I can’t do that?” Ángel asks, because it seems like the right retort, not because he actually has plans to do either.

Luca leans in, says quietly, “I’m not going to argue if you decide to shove your hand down my pants, but I’m pretty sure you’ll get—” He cuts off as Gabi yells his name, pulls back quickly. “Just come on. Let’s go in. Because if you think about it, your friends are in there right now, and probably talking to Maritsa and Zita.”

And that’s enough to get Ángel moving.

Music blares loud enough to hear through the closed door on the side of the building that Luca leads them to. He pulls it open, motions for Ángel to walk into the kitchen. One of the guys on the line waves to Luca, who responds by tapping his wrist.

“Not until two,” the guys calls back, and Luca spreads his hands, shakes his head.

“Nope, sorry, gotta sleep sometime,” Luca responds. Then he pushes through the door to the main room, where the music nearly bowls Ángel over with the high volume.

Luca reaches into his pocket, hands something to Ángel.

Ear plugs.

Ángel holds them up, pinched between thumb and fingers. “Seriously?”

Luca puts a pair in his own ears, nods. “Seriously. Mario says it’s not Tarantella Tuesday unless the entire neighborhood can hear the music. He almost never turns it down, and I have sensitive ears.”

“Ángel!”

He has an armful of Hayley before he sees her, feels her kiss against his cheek. He wraps his arms around her, breathes her in, light and bright after a day breathing nothing but oil.

“Hi!” she shouts as soon as she pulls back. She has bright orange foam shoved in her ears, and her voice shatters against Ángel’s eardrums, clashing with the music. He holds up the earplugs that Luca handed him, and Hayley nods enthusiastically.

Ángel’s just about to slip them in when the volume lowers drastically. Hayley blinks, and Gabi shouts, “Hey!”

“I want to be able to talk while we eat.” Zita motions for Ángel to come to a table off to one side. “Mario’ll turn it back up later. I know you like your brain to bleed when you dance.”

“If I can hear who I’m dancing with, it’s not fun,” Gabi says cheerily. She pats the seat next to hers. “C’mon, Ángel, sit your ass down.”

It’s not just one table—it’s three tables dragged together, and ten chairs assembled around them. One chair sits empty while Maritsa perches on Cleto’s lap, knees crossed as she leans forward to grab a piece of bread from the basket on the middle table. Every other seat is filled, with Hayley and Tanner taking spaces down near Sam and Max. Ángel’s separated from them by Gabi, Tony, and Cleto, and Zita sits on his other side.

Zita leans closer, taps the table to get his attention. “What do you want? You and your friends are eating on Mollicone’s tab tonight.”

“And drinking?” Tanner asks. Cleto snorts softly.

“I like him,” Luca says.

Tanner grins. “I’m likable.”

“And drinking,” Zita confirms. “Whatever Mario will serve. Keys on the table.” She taps it three times, and Luca, Sam, and Tanner all place their keys in front of them. “Fine. Luca, Max, and I will drive. No one else. Ángel’s friend, who do you want holding your keys?”

There’s some negotíation and introduction, and in the end, Tanner’s keys end up in the pocket of Luca’s leather jacket. They all argue about food, but in the end it gets ordered to be brought out family style. Ángel sits back and lets someone else figure it out—he doesn’t really care whether calamari is a must or a no way. Besides. It gives him a chance to look around, try to let his brain regroup and assimilate this new thing in his life.

It’s a tiny place, with booths down one side, and a counter that would look like a diner if it weren’t for the well-stocked bar behind it. There are a stack of tables and chairs in the back corner, near the sign that declares we don’t care who you are, just clean up after yourself next to a room that he assumes is the restroom. The few remaining tables are off to the sides, leaving most of the floor empty.

“Dancing later,” Gabi says. “Or well, you could dance now, but no one else is.”

“Food first,” Zita says. “Dancing can wait.”

“I didn’t know they did dancing here.” Tanner gestures with his fork, then pulls back as a bowl of calamari is placed in front of him. He grabs a deep-fried ring and uses that to make his point instead. “Mom said the food is good, but I was figuring it’d be more spaghetti and meatballs and less… loud.”

“Less tarantella?” Sam asks, laughing. “We don’t actually dance the tarantella, but I bet Mario knows the traditional dances. He just likes the way Tarantella Tuesday sounds. There’ll be people drifting in to drink and dance later. Most people avoid this place for dinner on Tuesdays.”

“Which makes it perfect for us.” Zita raises her glass, and Ángel lifts his beer as well. “To friends, new and old.”

Hayley and Tanner clink their glasses together. Ángel’s gaze is drawn to their inked wrists, and he bites his tongue and turns away.

Gabi reaches for the plate of ravioli, pushing a bowl of sausage toward Ángel. “Take food,” she says. “And stop feeling sorry for yourself.” Her voice lowers. “So how long ago did your girlfriend start dating your boyfriend, anyway?”

Two pieces of sausage drop off the spoon on the edge of Ángel’s plate, one rolling off and onto the table. He puts the spoon down, rescues his sausage, and turns back to Gabi just in time to find her loading his plate with ravioli. He puts out a hand to stop her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. “Hayley and I broke up just before break,” he admits quietly. “And Tanner’s not my boyfriend.”

Maritsa snorts loudly enough that Tanner glances at her. She waves at him, twists to look at Ángel. “Maybe you didn’t date,” she whispers. “But you wanted to in high school. Everyone thought you were.”

“We didn’t,” Ángel says firmly. He rubs at his wrist, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking. “And Hayley and Tanner aren’t dating. Exactly.” He glances down the table, spots where Tanner’s hand lies atop Hayley’s. “It’s new.”

“Just how long have you been home, anyway?” Gabi asks.

“Twenty-four hours,” Ángel mutters. He spears a ravioli, gratified when the cheese wells up through the tiny holes he makes in the pasta. He pushes it through the sauce, shoves it in his mouth. Eating makes a great excuse not to talk, right?

His beer gets refilled from the pitcher on the table when his glass is empty, and he drains that one as well. Max somehow drags him into a conversation about college football—they’d heard about the fiasco that started PHU’s year even down here. It turns into a brief conversation about the rights of the Talented among the mundane before Zita reroutes it into a discussion of upcoming superhero movies. No one at the table seems surprised, but Ángel feels the shift in mood keenly.

He glances at Zita, and she looks back at him, cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.

The music ramps up a notch, and Hayley squeals at the song that comes on. Ángel recognizes it as something popular their freshman year, but he can’t remember who it is. Hayley pokes Tanner in the side. “Come on and dance with me,” she says, and Tanner flushes.

“I’m not a good dancer,” he protests.

“Neither is Ángel, but I’ve been dancing with him for years.” Hayley blows him a kiss, and Ángel scratches his cheek with his middle finger in response. She laughs, then stands and tugs at Tanner. “Come on.”

Sam slides out, touches Max’s shoulder. “We’ll join you, so you won’t be alone.”

Gabi glances at Zita, who gives a shallow nod. “I want to see how bad Ángel is,” Gabi declares, shoving her own chair back with a scraping sound. Her tug doesn’t leave room for argument, and her hand curls warmly in his.

“I’m not that bad,” he assures her, and she just touches his cheek.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

They break a dam in the place, and people start moving from tables to the dance floor. Lights dim, and the small space seems even smaller, crowded with bodies. Gabi dances like a cat, sleek and lithe. When Luca joins them, Gabi makes space for him, cheers as Luca grabs Ángel, tucks him in close.

Ángel’s not a terrible dancer, but next to his new coworkers, he feels like he’s completely lacking in grace. He shifts his hips, sways with them, and it’s heady and warm and comfortable. When he’s squeezed between Gabi and Luca, he relaxes and lets go, and it’s easy to be with them. He hears Hayley’s laughter, sees Tanner’s hands in the air as they dance.

The music shifts, and Hayley’s suddenly there, tucking herself in against his chest for a slow song. Ángel swallows hard, wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head. An arm falls across his shoulder, and he leans into the touch, letting Tanner hold them both as they sway. Someone knocks into him from behind, hands drift across his shoulders. It’s almost too crowded on the dance floor for this, but it’s still a quiet, comfortable moment.

Maritsa hangs on Cleto, her arms over his shoulder, his head bent to meet her, forehead to forehead. They kiss softly, nuzzle nose to nose. Gabi dances slow with Luca, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, while Max holds Zita delicately, almost waltzing around the edges of the crowd.

When the song shifts again, Gabi shouts and bounces away from Luca, spinning to grab Hayley and dance with her. Ángel loses them in the crowd and it doesn’t really matter who he dances with just then, letting go as the music gets louder, faster, thumps in his heart in time with the blood singing through his veins.

When he’s thirsty, his third and fourth beers slide down easily. The table’s empty except for their things left behind. Ángel wades back into the crowd, slips between Sam and Max, snickering when Sam grabs his hips, spins him around, and grinds against him. Max rolls his eyes, steals Sam back, and leaves Ángel to find a new partner.

It’s the kind of wild abandon that Ángel needed, a chance to let go.

He needs a break after a time, collapsing into one of the chairs and grabbing a fresh glass and a full pitcher to pour himself a new beer. He pours one for Gabi as well, then opens his arms to let her sink onto his lap.

“You smell good,” she says, rubbing her cheek against his jaw. “Better than you did earlier. Are you still upset about your boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Tanner and Hayley.” He takes a long pull from his beer, sets the glass down on the table. “And it’s complicated.”

“They’re cute.” Gabi tilts her head on his shoulder, taps his chest. “They smell—it’s like they’ve been together for a long, long time.”

“They just met yesterday.” Ángel can’t help twisting his own wrist, staring at the still clouded mark on the skin. Gabi’s hand snakes out, wraps around him and holds on tightly. Ángel lets her lift his wrist, press her nose to the skin. It tickles when she licks it. “What the hell are you doing?”

She blinks, and for a moment he swears her eyes aren’t human, slitted and bright. “That’s why you smell like magic, more than you should,” she says. “That’s an unfinished spell.”

“That’s one way to put it.” He tugs his wrist from her grip, tries to ignore the fact that Maritsa and Zita are settling into chairs flanking them as if drawn by their conversation. He grabs the beer, takes another long pull. “See, there was this ritual. And it was supposed to show just how good Hayley and me are together.”

He shouldn’t be talking about this. He barely knows these people. These probably Clan people, one of whom just licked him. But Zita leans in close, elbows on the table, and says, “Tell me more.”

So Ángel does.

“I thought she was my soulmate. But she’s not,” Ángel explains as seriously as he can, his words slow and a little slurred. “There’s a ritual. Traditional. Abuela still has her mark. And Hayley and I were supposed to have each other’s marks, but we got this.” He shows the cloud again, and this time it’s Zita who takes his wrist, twists it so she can see it closer. Her nostrils flare, breath fluttering against his skin. “Then we got here and Tanner happened.”

“Tanner… happened?” Maritsa looks out at the floor, where Hayley, Tanner, and Luca are all dancing together. “Oh. You mean he—?”

Ángel nods slowly. “My best friend is my girlfriend’s soulmate. So.” He shrugs, twists his wrist in Zita’s grip. “Maybe I don’t have one.” He glances at Gabi, smirks slightly. “It’s definitely not you. You keep touching me and nothing happens.”

“Who have you touched?” Zita asks.

“Everyone,” Ángel informs her, because by that point he’s sure he has. The dance floor is so crowded, and isn’t everyone from town in this one small restaurant? It feels like it, and it’s so fucking hot. He needs more beer to cool down, and maybe he just needs to get up and move some more. Dance until he forgets his own name, and the fact that he’s stuck like this, wondering what the hell is going on in his life.

Gabi glances at Zita, and Maritsa reaches across to punch his arm lightly. Gabi pats his chest. “We are going to find you a soulmate,” she tells him, expression intent. “You’re ours now. And you smell awful when you’re angry and upset, and that means you’ll stink up the place. And that’ll really piss Luca off.”

“Gabi.” Zita’s tone is warning and amused all at once.

“It’s only the truth.” Gabi throws back the rest of her beer, then slides from his lap. She holds out both hands, one to Ángel and one to Maritsa. “Come dance with me. Let’s help him make all the girls jealous.”

“When I said everyone, I meant everyone,” Ángel mutters, because fuck the way it seems like everyone wants to hook him up with only girls.

Maritsa pats his shoulder like she hears his words, then pushes him onto the dance floor. A hand reaches out, grabs Ángel, and he goes willingly into the crush. He’s lost track of the number of beers that he’s had, but he’s happy and loose, hips rotating easily as he dances. He laughs when the music changes, cheers and sings along.

Sometimes Gabi is with him, sometimes Maritsa and Cleto. There’s one point where he realizes that Luca is behind him while he dances with Zita, and Ángel marvels at how different she looks when the serious expression drops away. Then they pass him off to someone that he doesn’t know, and it’s just as good.

It’s all good, just letting go. Ángel finds himself periodically circling back to the people he came with, but most of the time, he has no idea who he’s dancing with, he’s just part of the crush, and it’s exactly what he needs. He’s feeling no pain, and he’s not thinking about his wrist for the first time since the ritual.

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