vicreyna

[vicreyna]

ø & $

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[text] Do you truly believe the moon landing was real? I’m drinking wine and surfing the internet and…[text] I need a new silk robe.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[text] Te quiero, hermano. I know we’re from different lands, but deep inside, we are the same. 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[text] What the fuck?! I told you those pants were dry clean only. They were LINEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![text] That was meant to go to someone else. Apologies. 

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%

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[text] Perhaps this text message will be out of line, but did you plan on showing up to work today? Or am I supposed to do things on my own?

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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(ft. @catmartinez)

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alicelennox:

          Alice watched attentively as the man seated himself across from her and carefully inched his chair closer. He was impeccably dressed, his fitted jacket hugging broad shoulders, and even seated he still hovered over her, much taller than her small, 5′3″ frame. Even amid the cacophonous activity surrounding them, under house lights dimmed dangerously low, she was certain he could see the flush deepen on her face when he complimented her. Her name sounded like spun silk on his lips ⏤ so far removed from the elderly overtones she had complained of as a child ⏤ his accent charming her with every word. “It’s not a line, I promise.”

          Victor’s hand came out of nowhere, covering hers. Her gaze shifted from their hands as he squeezed hers up to his dark eyes. “They weren’t,” she mumbled, the combination of champagne and flattery making her head light. “Oh, I don’t know about that. The next morning usually proves that there was too much.” As if on cue, she took another sip from her own glass as he nearly emptied his in one long pull. She wasn’t sure who he was, but it didn’t matter in the moment. “I am having fun. I just needed a moment to collect myself and get off my feet. My shoes aren’t as comfortable as I’d hoped they’d be. I don’t know too many people here, either, so…” Her voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure why she was sharing this information with the man she’d only just met. After all, she wasn’t interested in his pity. She just wanted someone to talk to without the fear of interrupting any important conversations. “I’d ask you the same, but from the dancing, I gather you’re having a great time, Victor.”

Vic couldn’t help but see how easily it was to fall into conversation with Alice. It seemed like a moment fated in time. An after party for an award ceremony he hadn’t even been invited to. It was good to get his face out there and mingle with other actors before the big deal was finalized. But with all the dancing and champagne, he still managed to find the most beautiful woman in the room. With a grin, he took another sip and shrugged. “I wouldn’t care if it was a line. It’s better than it isn’t. It means you really were watching me.” He emptied the glass and his eyes flitted around the room looking for a waiter with a tray. It was time for a new glass.

“Yes, but the next morning is hours away. Might as well enjoy what we have now, right? Plus, it’s only champagne. The worst it can do is a little headache that aspirin, water, and greasy food won’t help.” He raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated motion as he spoke. “I don’t know how you women do it with those high heels.” Placing a hand over his heart, he bowed his head slightly. “I won’t complain of course, they look amazing. But sometimes dress shoes bother my feet. I can’t imagine...” His champagne addled mind searched for the English word for tacónes. “High heels.” He grinned at her, proud of himself for finding the words. “But I’m glad to know you’re having a good time. It would be a shame if you weren’t. As for not knowing people, me either. I know a few, but I only came for the champagne and dancing. It seems meeting you is the extra bonus that will make this night unforgettable.” 

Maybe he was laying it on thick, but Vic felt the words he was saying. As if they were written in a script just for him to say at this precise moment. “I am. I wasn’t at the awards, but this is fun. I usually dance alone in my living room in a silk robe, but this is better. Do you dance, Alice? Or just watch?”

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mscarlak:

“no…”  eyes narrow towards the question. a figurative chin-tap right on the arch of her brow. “unless…” she slowly begins to walk in his direction, treading lightly as if there’s a secret no one else can know. her shoulders rise and fall just about as easily as she was willing and ready to partake. “you wanna get high. i know a few people.” lips crease, a solemn smile of amusement at her own antics. “and rest assured: it’s me all the time.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise as the woman neared him offering to get him high. It wasn’t usual for strangers to offer such things. Maybe it was the recreational marijuana laws or maybe people in California were all a little mad. Vic wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to it. “You do realize we just met. Are you a cop? I think this is called Entrapment. I saw that movie with Catherine Zeta Jones.” He returned her smile. “Good to know.” He extended his hand, unsure exactly how to continue. “I’m Vic.” 

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mscarlak:

“curry, for the three —”  she aims, flicks her wrist, and blames the brick on the ‘gust’ of wind that coincidentally passed during the exact moment of her shot. “damn… but i’m no litter bug, and you shouldn’t be either.”  a step, and she bends to pick up both her trash and the other party’s. “keep it green!”

Vic watched half amused as the woman before him tried to get her trash in the garbage can. His eyebrows rose as she missed, but he said nothing -- only allowed her to pick it up. “Are you high?” The question came out before he could shut himself up. It would be better if he continued on his way, but it was too late to go back now. “I only ask because you’re talking to yourself and have no coordination. Or perhaps this is you normally.” 

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catmartinez:

Catarina’s heart could probably beat out of her chest at any given time. Why was Victor Reyna asking for her name, her name out of all people was way too beyond her. Once again, she knew she needed to get herself together not to freak out almost entirely in front of him. She didn’t want him to think that she was just some crazy fan with no filter whatsoever and no chance to stand on her own two feet in front of him. Truth was, it was taking basically everything within her not to throw her arms around him and distribute kisses all over his face — but she didn’t want him to classify her as a stalker or send her to jail for assaulting him without his consent. “Catarina — Catarina Martinez,” she replied him, not really being able to hide the smile on her face, which was only getting larger by the second, she was sure that once their interaction was done, her cheeks would definitely hurt from smiling so much, and from blushing, because had Victor Reyna called her beautiful?!

Swoon. 

“I’m sorry, Victor,” she swallowed, it was weird to call him by the first name. Truth be told, Cat wasn’t really comprehending the fact that she was actually talking to him. “I have been watching your telenovelas for as long as I can remember and me, my abuela and mami are all your fans,” she said, hoping she wasn’t coming across as pathetic as she thought she was being. “You are just a great actor and  you just make your roles come alive so amazingly. I just…” she let her voice drift away before she could continue rambling on. She also didn’t want to drag too much attention, not knowing if attention was anything he wanted at that particular moment. “Anyway, they just wont believe I actually met you.”

It happened now and again in Hermosa Beach. Fans would come up to him and ask for a picture or autograph. But it was mostly for his roles outside of the telenovelas. The parts in movies and guest spots on TV shows that caught their attention. But this Catarina was a real fan. Someone who has watched his shows with her mami and abuela. It made him feel a sense of kinship with her than he did with most people who approached him. He swore it was because of that fact and now how beautiful she was. “Catarina Martinez. I’m Victor Reyna.” He practically bowed as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. Maybe a bit over done, but he was going to milk this interaction for all it was worth. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” 

He held her hand gently as she talked about watching his acting for years. A small flush crept up the back of his neck. Encounters like these reminded him to stay humble or his mami would hit him in the back of the head. It didn’t matter if she was too short to reach, she always found a way. And perhaps his version of humble was far from it, all of Cat’s words did please him. “Please stop apologizing. It means the world to me that you and your family think so much of my acting. It’s my passion and for it to translate, well...” He trailed off and placed his other hand over his chest. “They won’t? How do we convince them? Do they do the FaceTime? It seems only fair when you’ve said such kind and generous things to me, Catarina.” 

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alicelennox:

          The party had been a whirlwind affair from the moment Alice stepped through the entrance of the venue. She had been gifted a ticket to the celebration from an acquaintance in her professional network, another event planner, and had decided to put on her nicest dress, curl her hair, and apply a tasteful and complementary full face of make-up to wear to the after-party. It would be nice to get out and she certainly wouldn’t turn down a chance to enjoy a night on the town, even if she was alone and didn’t know most of the attendees. She was seated at one of the side tables, nursing another glass of expensive champagne, and watching as celebrities mingled around her, some toting crystal awards, when a man approached her. He was handsome, dressed in a crisp designer suit, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, and his voice was thick with an accent she couldn’t place. 

          “It’s all yours. Go ahead.” He sat himself next to her, close enough for her to smell the heady scent of his cologne. She had spotted him earlier, tearing up the dance floor, much to the amusement of onlookers. “I can imagine. You’re quite the dancer,” she said, her voice raising to compete with the music. “I’m Alice. It’s nice to put a name to those hips.” Her cheeks immediately flushed scarlet, noticeable even in the dim light. “Because of your dance moves, I mean. Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve had a bit too much champagne.”

“Thank you.” He couldn’t help the small smile that graced his features. He still needed to relax and allow things to come his way. But his publicist did encourage him to branch out as long as he wasn’t stupid. Vic hated that term because it seemed most days any of his ideas were deemed stupid. Clearing his throat, he picked up his drink to soothe his throat. He scooted his chair forward a few inches so they were closer together. If she said anything, it was to hear her better over the thumping music and bass line. “Alice, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He licked his lips while maintaining eye contact. “A name to the hips? I’ve never heard that one before.” His eyes studied her face as she grew scarlet. Only the best trained eyes would notice, but this was Vic’s sweet spot.

Reaching over, he placed his hand over hers. His touch remained gentle as he leaned in and squeezed her hand. “Please don’t ever apologize. I appreciate the compliment and it’s good to know that your eyes have found me on the dance floor. It seems my moves were not in vain.” He withdrew his hand, but didn’t move away. “And there’s never enough champagne. I don’t think such a thing exists.” To emphasize his point, he took a big swig of his own flute before placing it back down on the table. “What are you doing tucked away at a table? Are you having fun, Alice?”

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catmartinez:

+ @vicreyna

Get yourself freaking together Catarina Martinez, she demanded to herself as her eyes got the majestic glance of Victor Reyna, telenovela star and probably man of her dreams. He had played a part or two in sexy dreams she had and the thought of that already made her blush. She was trying to figure out ways to approach him, but she didn’t even think she could. Was she even dressed properly to be in front of him? She still remembered her first telenovela crush in form of Gabriela Sabatini, not as Paulina, but as Paola Bracho in La Ursupadora, of course, back then, she never thought she would cross Gabriela in the middle of the street, but Victor Reyna was there and he was quite real and at a length that she could reach him successfully. She just needed to suck it up and do it, even dressed in just her bikini top and jeans shorts, because her abuela would kill her if she didn’t and her mother would bury her right after abuela had killed her.

She took in one huge anticipation breath and started walking towards him, sure she needed to be fast, she didn’t even know where she could possibly get his autograph, but maybe she could get a picture? Catarina started approaching him, feeling her heart hammering inside her chest, she didn’t want to break a sweat. “Hi, Mister Reyna?” She finally said when she was at ear’s length. “I’m really sorry to bother you but I am a fan of yours and I thought that maybe I could get a picture with you?”

The beach had seemed like a good idea. With the deal almost done, Jack assured him the call could come at any moment, Vic needed out of his place. He had a strip of private beach, but something about being among non famous people seemed appealing. With sunglasses and a small bag, no one would be looking so hard. After his trip to the library, Hermosa Beach was calling to him. It was for a role, yes, but there was something more about it. Four years in the place, but he felt like he barely knew it. He kept to himself and work. Wandering the beach felt nice. No one paid him much attention and for once, he preferred it. Usually, his ego begged for more attention, but that was getting filled from the shirtless Instagram selfie he had taken before leaving his home for the beach. 

Finally picking a spot, he readjusted his sunglasses and laid out a towel. The sand here seemed just as good as the one outside his home. Slipping out of his flip flops, he dug his toes into the sand. It was cold, the whole beach was cold, but he was a firm believer it kept the hair on his chest thick. He wouldn’t be going for a swim at any rate. Relaxing back on his arms, it took him a second to hear the woman who had made her way over to him. Dipping down his sunglasses, he looked up at her -- beautiful and sporting a bikini top and jean shorts. He scrambled to stand up saying a tiny prayer in Spanish to Dios for blessing him this early in the day. “Victor please. Mister Reyna is most definitely my papi, not me. You aren’t bothering me. Not at all a bother to meet a fan.” He gave her one of his award winning smiles. “I’d love to take a photo. But what is your name? You know mine. It only seems fair if I know what to call someone so beautiful.” Laying it on thick, but not sloppy. 

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☮ - friendship headcanon

Once Vic trusts you, he’s ride or die. He’d do anything for his friends, especially Jackson Galloway. The man, the myth, the legend. He’s his publicist, but Vic sees him as much more than that. The man takes his temper and ego and still manages to find the perfect way to balance Vic out. But once he’s got some sort of level of trust and understanding, there isn’t anything Vic wouldn’t do. (Except tend to a bloody wound. Blood on those he cares about makes him pass out -- all six foot four inches of him.)

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♒

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Vic is a slut for arepas. It was one of the first foods that his abuela taught him to cook. He’s no whiz in the kitchen, but a few things have stuck with him over the years. When he’s missing home or gets a bad craving, he heads to the kitchen and makes his own. He feeds everyone he knows when this happens. He had a big family growing up, so he never learned how to cook just for one. So when he decides to make arepas everyone gets some: Jack, the cleaning people, his agent, his neighbors. 

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♥ ∇ ♒

♥ - family headcanon

He grew up poor, but he never wanted for anything. If they couldn’t afford a soccer jersey he wanted, his parents found a way to find a t-shirt with the same colors or his abuela sewed one up for him. Instead of thinking this made him less than, he saw how much love they had for him. He’s currently in the process of trying to get his parents over to the States. Venezuela is currently in complete fucking turmoil and he wants them safe. 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Vic is very happy that hair dye is a thing that exists. He knows he’s getting older and while the thought terrifies him, he knows he’s blessed to even be aging. A lot of people in his country currently don’t have that chance. That being said, he’s the type that would cling to his youth as much as he can. One thing he doesn’t mind is his salt and pepper beard. Apparently, that’s a thing with the ladies (and men). But his curly hair is here to stay thick and lusciously colored. 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

These days, Vic rarely cooks. He has a personal chef that prepares most of his meals -- Venezuelan, of course. But now and again, he rolls up his sleeves and prepares something. He’s a big fan of biscuits. It wasn’t something he had growing up, so once he arrived in the states, he became a fiend for them. He’s spent the last five years perfecting his own recipe. It’s something very few people know about him. 

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childhood headcanon

Vic basically grew up in his abuela’s kitchen. Both his parents worked “blue collar” jobs which kept them out of the house and busy. When he wasn’t in school, he was in his abuela’s kitchen helping her prep food or cooking. It didn’t matter if he was tired or wanted to be playing with friends. Whatever she said went and he would never think of disrespecting her. She was the one person that terrified him and he loved above all else. 

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Put a symbol in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

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