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Shoulder exercises with the straight bar, EZ bar, and T bar

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“Get Your Act Together”

Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series

Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.

Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.

Word Count: 2,900+

AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!

Inspired By💖:

People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.

Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.

The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.

Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing. 

Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”

Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.

Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”

“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”

“Our shit.”

“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.

“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”

“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”

Angel understood what it was all about now.

“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”

Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.

“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”

You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him. 

“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,�� you purred.

“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”

Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”

Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”

Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.” 

Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends? 

I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out. 

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.

“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”

“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.

“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.

“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.

Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly. 

“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.

“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.

“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”

He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.

“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.

It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.

“That’s for staring at my ass!”

Another smack.

“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.

Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.

Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.

“Lo siento, hermanita.”

“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”

Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.

With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.

“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”

Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”

The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”

To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.

When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.

Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.

“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.

“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”

You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.

Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”

“That you’re a petty ass woman.”

“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”

“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”

“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.

Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.

“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”

“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”

“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”

“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.

“I mean, I guess.”

Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.

“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”

“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”

“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”

With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.

He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.

“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves. 

Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.

“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.

“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”

Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.

Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.

“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.

Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.

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Breathless

Pairing: Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader

Summary: EZ may be a full patch but a member of a visiting charter decides that his girl is up for grabs…EZ decides to prove that she is his, in the back hallway.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): suggestive themes, dirty talk, choking (but not really), possessive behavior, hand kink

Word Count: 374

A/N: cross posted from my ao3, there’s just something about EZ’s hands and arms…also sorry if any Spanish I ever use isn’t the best…

If there was one part of EZ that (Name) loved most...it would be his heart. But if you wanted the superficial answer it was his hands.

His large, strong hands.

The hands that could both protect her and break her apart.

She knew that she could trust EZ. He would never hurt her.

So when his hand moved to wrap around her throat as they made out in a back hallway of the Mayans clubhouse, she only froze for a moment before melting into his touch.

He didn’t usually act this possessive in public, but then again, there was a visiting charter in town and even though he was a full patch now, the visiting members were giving him shit and hitting on (Name), who was behind the bar. She’d told them she was taken. He’d told them to knock it off.

Most did, but one idiot kept talking about showing her a good time. And how he could tell she liked it rough.

And while that last part wasn’t exactly a lie, she only liked it rough with her man. With Ezekial.

She grasped his firm biceps and gasped his name when he pulled back from her lips.

“EZ…” she gasped softly.

His amber eyes were still blazing like they had been when he walked up and told her she could take a break. Bishop had given permission. Especially after the idiot had grabbed her elbow.

He held her in place by her neck.

“Fucker thinks he can touch my woman? Maldito cerdo.” (Fucking Pig) EZ growled and leaned in kissing her again, “I’m gonna mark you all up before you go back to work. You’re mine. Say it.” He demanded.

“I’m yours EZ, please make sure that him and everyone else knows it.” She purred and batted her lashes cutely.

EZ grinned and gave her neck another squeeze before moving his hand off of her neck and moving it down her body to slide into her pants while he began to nip and suck a nice dark mark onto the nape of her neck. (Name) doing her best to keep her voice down as he made her cum in the back hallway, so close to where the party was going on.

End.

[ravennaortiz]

2/20: Flowers with Bottles requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Bottles was cleaning the bar when he heard the club door open. Looking up he saw Guero  wearing a shit eating grin with a huge vase of roses in his hands. He was followed by more members of the club who were all snickering and elbowing each other as they made their way to him.  “Whats going on?” asked Bottles nervously as they got to the bar area.

“Dunno. Why don’t you tell us handsome?” stated Guero in a playful girly voice as he batted his eyes at him.

“Yeah, seems you have something to tell us playboy” stated EZ as he took the vase from Guero and held it out to Bottles.

Shit. Thought Bottles as he stared at the vase. Surely they didn’t know about you and him going on a date. Daring a glance at Coco he almost let out a sigh of relive he was grinning in a fun way and not a I know you went on a date with my little sister way. Reaching out he took the vase and set it down to read the note.

-Hey Handsome Boy! I was thinking about you on my way to work and these called to me as I passed the flower shop. I remember you talking about how it wasn’t fair guys didn’t get flowers from their lovers and wanted to surprise you! Hope the guys don’t rib you to hard! Thanks for the great time last night! We need to do it again soon J  from your Secret Lover-

Bottles couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. His mind going back to last nights date and the teasing strip dance you had done before shutting your door and telling him next time.

“So who is secret lover?” inquired Guero with a smirk. “Anyone we know? Maybe someone’s relative?” he inquired innocently as Bottles shot him a look.

“Nah, he aint stupid” laughed Coco as he shook his head. “Prospect knows family is off limits”.

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I'd love to hear your thoughts on how the framing of Ezran compared to Viren in the dungeon scenes (and how Soren is framed with the latter), regarding what we know about AtLA really framing Zuko as the one imprisoned rather than Iroh despite Iroh being the one in jail.

That's all, have a nice week (before s7 destroys us)!

I've been thinking doing a post about the show's literal framing of physical imprisonment just cause there are two shots from 3x03 and 5x08 that I think about a lot, but I wasn't thinking about Ez in the mix so time to go digging. (And yess I love that detail! I still remember watching this youtube essay about it and how exciting/illuminating it was.)

3x04 is a really interesting episode just because it sets a lot up symbolically before things reach literal standpoints (i.e. Ezran taking off one chain he's chosen — the crown, i.e. 'a child is freer than a king' — in favour of literal chains and imprisonment, sacrificing his freedom for other people's). An example is how Ezran is already shown behind bars as he prepares to give up his crown:

We see something similar with Aaravos once Viren can see him. Even though we don't Know yet that Aaravos was imprisoned (that only comes in 3x06) it shows the bars that seemingly imprison him being something he can easily pass through as he takes the next step in his plan with Viren. Viren's freedom means his freedom.

There's also some interesting things done with how Viren is presented in jail earlier on in the episode. When Aaravos is about to begin preparing his eye with little bug pal, and the eye itself, the 'bars' (the stripes in the eye's case) are prominent and total.

These emphasis on bars is shifted from as Aaravos goes to take the eye goop off, and we switch it to an emphasis on TDP's favourite light and dark motif, with Viren entirely in the dark vs Ezran in 3x05 who lies in the light. This combination of the imprisonment framing/subversion and some kind of light/dark symbolism is also frequently common. So while the chain framing for Ezran isn't really There (and he's doing the 'right' thing / isn't tethered to Freedom as a theme as much as Justice, honestly) but that sort of makes sense in its own way, favouring his light-dark symbolism contrast instead.

Case in point, in the meantime, for Ezran: Viren being in the light when Ezran comes to make the transfer, with Ezran much more in the dark in the end credits art:

We also get some nice parallels with this shot from 3x04 vs 3x01, of Viren being trapped in a circle/chain/cycle vs not (as he's being freed and simultaneously pulled deeper into Aaravos' trap as he goes).

And last but not least some framing for Viren and Ezran as they switch places, with the actual transfer having a parallel "walking in, walking out" tradeoff from 3x06:

We also get some nice set up ("sometimes a friend can help light the way!") for Bait and Soren in 3x05, and in 3x03 with Viren's visitor being just another means of control/deception through consumption rather than aid and actual sustenance (jelly tarts).

Keeping Soren shadowed, I think, isn't necessarily to make us doubt if it's him (it's not dark enough for that) but it does reaffirm us having doubts about what he's doing to do, before we see the happier turn and know we can trust him, which is Also a direct opposition to Viren's false framing with it in 3x03.

There's also Lots of great framing in the scene with Claudia, Soren, and Viren, that continually use the bars and lighting to make it look like the siblings are the ones imprisoned rather than their father and that bars symbolize the growing wedge between them. Even just the way Viren is framed with light around his head ("but we must be willing to sacrifice, even the things we love") as he portrays himself like a (false) martyr. These are the shots I always think about when watching 3x03, as referenced above.

However, Viren being placed behind bars does start to enter the framing, with the siblings being portrayed side by side (with nothing dividing them) once Claudia brings up her brother's truth:

But we go right back to the 'siblings divided by bars' symbolism once Viren is considering what to do, and then chooses the lie and gaslighting Soren. However, we never go back to Viren being portrayed without the bars to the same degree. He's trapped himself in too, which is fitting, as this is the moment he ultimately loses Soren (and Claudia) forever.

And we see this first hand in Soren's visits to the dungeon in 6x05, 6x06, and 6x08, but that might have to be a post in its own right since I'm getting close to the picture limit for this one. Part 2 to follow!

[bumblesimagines]

act like you don't know me.

there is no "us." we were never anything.

we could try being friends.

Angel Reyes

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader

CW/TW: Gang/cartel mentions, uhhh nothing much else

I haven't seen the show or written for it in so long that I forgot how to write for Angel 😭

"The pay is alright and the boys can be assholes, especially when they get drunk," (Y/N) nodded along as Cielo showed her how to make one of the drinks the Mayans often ordered, keeping her eyes focused and ears open. She'd been job searching for a while and she'd be damned if she were fired over a silly little drink. "Most of them will throw a tantrum if you cut them off so once they start getting really drunk, just water down whatever they order. They won't notice."

"Gotcha." 

"And that's it." Cielo gave her a warm smile and handed off the drink to one of the Mayans standing by the bar before she wiped her hands on her rag. "It might take a while for them to warm up to you, and they'll definitely hit on you or try getting in your pants, but they back off if you don't want them. If not, you can always tell Bishop or Hank or Gilly and they'll take care of it for you. Any questions?"

"Uhm," (Y/N) cleared her throat and gazed over the partially empty clubhouse, her eyes lingering over the door leading into what appeared to be a meeting room of sorts. She was no fool. She knew the Mayans weren't an actual club that bonded over motorcycles and went to motorcycle conventions together. They were a gang, and one with connections to a cartel. "We don't get dragged into things, right?"

"It comes with the territory, mama." Cielo shrugged lightly, crouching down by a box and taking out the clinking bottles within. (Y/N) took a few into her arms and placed them in the fridge to keep them cool, a quiet hum leaving her. "Listen, El Padrino makes sure peace is always kept, alright? The most drama you might get into is getting pregnant or a girlfriend coming in here to fight, so don't get pregnant."

(Y/N) laughed at the exasperated tone in Cielo's voice, laughter turning into giggles as she grumbled about previous bartenders and how they'd slept around with stupid guys in kuttes who never even knew where the clit was. Her smile faltered when the door into the clubhouse opened and some Mayans strolled in, quickly putting on a polite expression and turning around to face the three that approached the bar. She looked at the sunkissed one with pretty light eyes first, giving him a small nod.

"You must be the new girl," He said, sticking out his hand. "Name's Ez." 

"Nice to meet you." She shook his hand, the genuine smile on his face allowing her to relax. "What can I get-" She locked eyes with the man beside him, lips pressing together tightly before she focused back on the pretty boy and cleared her throat. "What can I get you?" 

"..Beer." Ez's brows furrowed but he quietly took the bottle she cracked open and slid toward him, sparing a glance between the two as he walked toward the pool table. The other guy, Coco if she remembered correctly, took a beer as well and drank from it, slipping away to chat with the other two in the clubhouse. 

"Well, well, well," Angel laughed and braced his arms on the table, the pitiful look Cielo gave her as she stepped by to wipe down a nearby table not going over her head. "Never thought I'd see your pretty face around here."

"Stop." She nearly groaned. "Act like you don't know me, Angel. I'm serious."

A mischievous smirk stretched across his lips. "Come on, beautiful. We could try being friends, you know, but you can't say you won't be thinkin' about us." Angel cooed, his cocky charm being the least of her favorite traits. She preferred it when he was funny and genuine, making her laugh until her stomach hurt. 

"There is no "us." We were never anything." (Y/N) asserted with a soft sigh, taking another beer bottle into her hand and opening it. She slid it toward him and pursed her lips when his hand fell over hers, the corners of his eyes crinkling. She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away, unable to tear her eyes away as he took the bottle and approached Ez. Fuck.

[insomniamamma]

Needles & Pins: Tattoo Artist! Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

A/n: written for @secretelephanttattoo's Secret Springs challenge! Thank you, Mayor El, for planting this seed. I am currently mulling over a tattoo much like the one described here.

Warnings: Angst. Talk about failed marriage. Reader is an empty nester. Reader has grown children. Mentions of self harm scars. Blood. I have tattoos but it's been decades and I've done a bit of research to figure out the current state of it. Any inaccuracies are on me. And yes, Pedro's red devil Met Gala look was my inspiration for tattoo artist! Ez.

A bit of flirting. It is Ezra after all. But mostly gentle fluff.

 A chain of bells on the door jingles as you push your way through, briefly glare-blind from the sudden dimness, green afterimages from the sizzling sidewalks, air-conditioned cold hits hard, and you stand, blinking and foolish as the girl behind the counter sizes you up, wild mullet of bleach-blonde hair, face set and disproving, black lacquered nails and ears spangled with golden studs and bars.  “I’m sorry— I’m a bit early, I can come back—“ And she smiles, big and open and wide--  “Oh, heck! You’re the tardigrade lady! Ez did a bunch of sketches. Lemme go grab him-“ and she rattles her way through the beaded curtain behind the register and disappears “Ezra! Your three o’clock is here—“    A co-worker had recommended Needles & Pins when you’d admired her ink, a half-sleeve magpie with a skeleton key in its beak and constellations drawn behind it like an old map. It’s in Secret Springs. That’s kind of a haul. Yeah, but Ezra’s one of the best in the business. You’ve got plenty of PTO piled up. You’re just gonna lose it if you don’t use it. You could get out of here for a bit. Yeah, maybe. And Moira gives you a pitying look. You both know the chances of you using any of that PTO are slim. This last year and change has been a rollercoaster ride, your youngest graduating summa cum laude and fucking off halfway across the country, some job at an aerospace start up that you can’t even begin to understand, but she seems happy, and the vice-gripped, duct taped, cobbled together thing that your marriage had become finally shat out. I love you, he’d said, but not the way you need me to. And on that humid night, watching heat-lightning flicker through the clouds, you say nothing, just nod, because he’s not wrong, the two of you have been holding on for a long time, for the kids, for appearances, and it’s like unclenching a fist. Kept it civil, he let you keep the house rather than selling it and splitting the difference, moved back home with his brothers and his dad, still talk about once a week, mostly about Lilly and the boys. Married so young that you never learned to be alone. So you throw yourself into your job, because if there’s one thing you know how to do it’s press your shoulder to the wheel and shove.You and Moira laugh together, but when you get home you start researching Needles and Pins and Secret Springs, tiny state park with campsites and trails, bracketed with BNB’s and small shops, strange gerrymandered artifact, small strip of beach that hasn’t been subsumed by hotel chains and timeshares. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been on vacation, the last time you’ve done anything for you and no one else, and you’ve e-mailed Needles and Pins almost without thinking. Why not? Why the fuck not?

  Appointments only. No walk ins. High end. Serious inquiries only.   And part of you balked, new to this possibility, had your ears pierced at Claire’s when you were twelve or so, and you’d felt stupid when you sent the e-mail off with some images attached. Sorry to bother you.   What a lovely idea. Water bears and fireweed together speak of resilience. The awakening of something new after a time of trial. There are species of pine that require the heat of wildfire to dry out their cones enough to spread their seeds. I would gladly meet with you to discuss this further.   And that’s how you ended up here, in this air-conditioned cave, narrow space full of framed flash art and old maps and framed photos of Ezra and the girl behind the counter, C? Sea? You didn’t quite register her name, flustered by the cool dark in contrast to the blazing heat outside.   “No need to yell, Birdie, I’m comin-“ Ezra rattles through the curtain. Broad is the first thing you notice, loud is the second. He is a confusion of color, heavily inked arms and a Hawaiian shirt bedecked with flamingos in sunglasses, spangled ears and a gold ring through his lip, bright shock of blonde hair amid his unruly curls. Smiling bright and wide,   “Hi there,” he says, purred southern drawl, and offers his hand, “I’m Ezra.”  “I figured,” you say and take his hand, warm fingers around yours and then he folds his other hand over yours, and you see that his right hand is an elaborate prosthetic, his whole arm up to his shoulder,  gold on black, a fearsome dragon framed in blooming orchids. You barely have time to register this and Ezra is ushering you through the curtain.  “I am guessing by your demeanor that this is your first tattoo,” and you smile, but can’t quite meet his eyes, his hand finds yours again and squeezes gently. “I’ve got several sketches based on our initial discussion, but i want you to know up front, if the art is not to your liking or if you change your mind about this entire venture I’ll not judge you for it.  “But the deposit—“  “A formality. Tends to keep people who aren’t sure of themselves away. I will never ink someone who isn’t fully committed, if you decide this isn’t for you i will refund you. No harm no foul. No pressure, clear?”  “Yeah. We’re clear.” Ezra smiles, dimples sinking into his scruffy cheeks, eyes crinkling into crescents.  “Excellent,” he says, “Let me show you what me and Cee came up with.”

 

 “That one.” A tardigrade drawn in the traditional style, brilliantly colored in blues and greens with bold outlines, with two crossed fireweed fronds in watercolor.  “This is an approximation-“ says Ezra, “I will replicate the colors as best I can—“  “That one.” You say, “I like the hard and soft together.”  “I do as well,” says Ezra, “I must admit that I was hoping you’d choose this design. Strength and softness are not mutually exclusive. I should warn you though.  Watercolor tattoos tend to fade a bit faster than the more traditional styles-“  “Sunscreen and plenty of it” you say, and he smiles.  “That’s right, and A&D ointment as you heal. There’s plenty of fancy tattoo healing ointments to be found but A&D has always got me through. Why fix what’s not  broken? We’ll send you home with some instructions.” He takes the sketch you’ve picked out, “Hey, Cee! Can you finagle the scanner-“ Cee pops her head and arm through the beaded curtain. She grins, devilish and sharp like a crescent moon. “Old man, still can’t figure it out, huh?” Takes the sketch from his hand.  “Oi! You are but a humble apprentice,” says Ezra, but he smiles, “An initiate! A novice even!” Cee smiles back. This seems like an exchange that happens at least three times a week, and you feel yourself smiling along with them.  “Get her prepped. I’ll do the hard part.”  “That girl,” he mutters, “You take a seat right there—“ He gestures towards a set up that looks uncomfortably like a dentist’s chair, “Cee has my station set up, I just need to glove up and we’ll talk placement.”  “Left inner arm,” You frown. You’d said so over e-mail. Can’t help but watch the flex and bend of him as he pulls a shoulder length veterinary glove over his prosthetic, and then gloves his left hand, “It’s a bitch to take apart and sanitize. I can if needs be, but best to avoid all of that. I cannot exactly autoclave this thing. And I find the calving glove less unwieldy than Saran Wrap-“  “Wait a sec, Saran Wrap? Like on a plate of leftovers?”  Ezra dimples at you.   “Exactly like that. First time Cee witnessed it, she laughed so hard i thought she might drop dead right there on the spot. Next morning there was a case-pack of calving gloves on our front stoop like some sort of-“  “It’s Amazon, Ez, not witchcraft,” says Cee, popping back through the curtain with a sheaf of papers, shoots you a knowing can you believe this guy look, “You’d be lost without me. Just admit it.” Ezra takes the papers from her.   “Go on now, don’t you have fanfic to read? What’s that Star Wars thing? Reylo?” Cee’s face scrunches in a cartoonish display of disgust.  “Man, I never should’ve told you about AO3.” And with that she’s gone.  “Your daughter’s really something.”  “She ain’t mine,” says Ezra, leafing through the stack of prints Cee handed him, draws a pair of reading glasses from his front pocket and perches them on his nose, “I don’t have that honor. Her parents kicked her from the nest and she found her way here.” He holds two of the prints in front of his face. “Show me your arm.” And you offer him your left arm, hand turned palm up. He cradles your arm, runs his gloved fingers over the thin skin there, noting the network of silvered scars, like contrails in a hazy sky, because how can he not? Old enough to be flattened and flush with the rest of your skin, no one’s noticed in years, but you know he must and you tense, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t, just selects a printed sheet at holds it up to you arm.  “This the orientation you want?”  “Yeah, I want him standing on my hand. Um, Ezra, the scars-“  “won’t be a problem, darlin, they’re old and soft-“  “I’m not gonna screw up your handiwork,” you say, and he folds your hand in both of his, gentle pressure that grounds you and when you look up at him, his eyes are soft.  “I know you won’t,” he says, “You wouldn’t be here otherwise.  We can rewrite this part of your story. I trust you.” 

 Ezra preps your skin, alcohol wipes and mild soap and he shaves your inner arm with a disposable razor, rubs some gooey stuff on you that makes you think of putting on aloe after a burn. Gotta let this dry a beat, he says, we want the stencil to come out nice and clean, rests his hand over yours while the transfer solution dries, got to let it get tacky, he says.  Not quite holding your hand but not letting go either.  “I should warn you, the bit over your inner wrist will likely be the most painful,” swipes his hand over your skin, testing the resistance against his glove, “Skin’s thin there. Not a whole lot of meat between the skin and all the veins and little fiddly bits.”  “Fiddly bits,” you echo, and feel yourself smile, “You mean the bones?”  “And tendons,” says Ezra, clips out the stencil.  “That looks like carbon paper,” you say, and Ezra grins, “It’s functionally the same, but Cee insists that the thermographic printer makes cleaner stencils than the old methods, so here we are.” He lays the sheet of paper over your arm, rubs at it with a balled up paper towel, “We want the transfer solution to soak into the paper. It’ll leave the stencil behind on your skin. There’s some tricks involving deodorant, but i find this method works the best-“ you can’t help but notice how pretty he is, face pinched in concentration, pout of his lips, those dark eyes focused on the strip of skin between your wrist and elbow like this bit of you is the only thing in the universe. “—hey! you still with me?”  “Yeah, sorry. What did you say?”  “You got a hotel room for tonight? It’s not by business, but i know you’re not local and getting tattooed blows a surprising amount of adrenaline-“  “I’ve got a  room booked,” you say, “Up over Peli’s.”  “Hope you brought earplugs,” says Ezra, “That place can get a bit rowdy on a Friday night.”   “I’m counting on it,” you say, “It’s been forever since I’ve gone to a bar.”  “Hmm,” he rubs at the transfer paper, “Do you feel your skin tightening a bit? We should be just about ready. I’m gonna click the gun on for a beat so you can hear it.”   “I’m not scared.”  “Didn’t say you were.” says Ezra, “I find this tends to go easier if people know what to expect. This buzz and my endless yap are going to be filling your ears for the next few hours-“  “It’s not bad. The tattoo machine, I mean.” And Ezra grins, slow curve that just hints at a dimple.   “My Ma always said my tongue is hung in the middle and wags at both ends. If, at any point in this venture, you need me to shut the fuck up do not be shy in saying so,” his face falls, eyes flick away a little, “There’s one more thing before we peel this stencil and get on to our business. I will need to stretch your skin, to make sure the lines are nice and clean, and for that i must rely on this foolish thing.” Ezra catches you around your wrist with his prosthetic hand and squeezes slightly.   “I do not have the sensitivity nor dexterity that i once had,” he says, “I have some haptic feedback, but it’s not the most reliable. If I grip or pinch too hard, you sing out and I will manually adjust the pressure.”  So focused on your left inner wrist and the tracery of your skin that he startles, flinches when you reach for him and grip his upper arm, brief squeeze and then gone.  “I trust you.” His eyes widen for a second, and flick away from yours.   ‘I suppose you do. Else you wouldn’t be here. Let’s get a good look at these lines before we get to fencin’.” Ezra peels the transfer paper up and you feel the pull of it, dark purple lines printed on your inner arm. And that makes it feel real.

You’re going to walk out of here with something like a story in your skin forever.   “The fireweed—“  “I know. The stencil lines are just there to keep me from going too loosey-goosey,” says Ezra, “That being said, how would you feel about some slight splatters? So the stems do not rise so harshly from the water bear’s back, perhaps a bit darker than the color of the fireweed. Something to really make this little fella pop.”  “Dark. Like a dark purple fading up into the pinks.”  “Yeah? What do you think?”  “I like it,” you say, and you feel yourself grin wide, and Ezra’s smile mirrors your own, “This is gonna be so fucking cool.”  “It will,” he says, those dark eyes bracketed in delighted crinkles, “I’ve got you, darlin. We’re gonna make some magic.”

 It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, and you tell Ezra so, and he smiles, bent over your arm.  “Everyone’s pain threshold is a bit different,” he says, “You are squirming very little for your first ink.”’   “I was in labor with my oldest for twenty three hours. This doesn’t even register.”  “The linework is usually worse in terms of sharp pain,” he says, “The color and shading tend to be more persistently annoying. Like a shirt collar rubbing on a sunburn.” He has a light on a swing arm like a dentist uses, framing him in a bright halo as he hunches over your arm, catches his curls in bright filaments, the scruff of his cheeks, slope of his neck, breadth of his shoulders. Sharper pain as he touches the crease between wrist and hand, bracelets of fortune, you think they’re called, draw your breath in a sharp hiss, little hooked curves of the tardigrade’s claws.  “Breathe, sugar, you’re doing just fine. Worst part’s nearly done.” His eyes flick up to catch yours, warm soft and magnified by his glasses. “And I really must know. what’s your favorite dinosaur?”  “Deinonychus,” you answer unthinking, “Dromeosaurs are pretty cool in general, but Deinonychus is my favorite.” And you smile. Knowing exactly what he’s doing and thankful for it. “The raptors in Jurassic Park were actually Deinonychuses. Modeled on them at least. Actual velociraptors are turkey-sized.” Ezra smiles up at you, perfect plump lower lip bisected by a gold ring, damn he’s pretty, and nothing hurts at all.  “Huh,” he says, “And here I was thinkin you were a T-rex girl. S’pose that’s what i get for making assumptions.”  “Well you know what they say about assuming—“  “Indeed I do. My mother was very fond of whipping out that particular turn of phrase.” He stretches your skin so he can get the tardigrade’s odd little mouthparts just so.  “What’s your favorite?”  “Favorite what?” The curved, segmented back takes shape.  “Dinosaur. You can’t just ask someone that question and not answer it yourself.” Ezra stills for a beat, and then the needle starts up again, line sloping down to meet up with a hook-plated foot.  “Ankylosaurus.” he says.  “Really?”  “Sure. Mother Nature took a cow, a snapping turtle and a panzer tank and stuck em in a blender and then tied a cinderblock to the end of it’s tail. What’s not to love? Hmmm,” he swabs at the beaded blood and oozing ink, “Hard part’s done. How about a little breather?” Ezra stands and stretches like a lazy cat, rolls his neck side to side, heads for the refrigerator, tucked in the corner and plastered in stickers, punk bands or microbreweries, you can’t really tell.   “Stretch your legs,” he says, “This next phase will take some time.” You swing your legs over the side of the chair, stand up and then plop back down.  “You okay, darlin?”   “Stood up too fast.”   “Apple or orange?”  “Huh? Orange,” You feel your face going hot, “I followed your instructions—“ Ezra hands you a cold, sweating bottle of orange juice.  “I know you did,” he says, “When you get tattooed, you are signing up for an injury. One that happens over the course of several hours, but an injury all the same.  Everyone reacts a little different. Your sugar just dropped is all. You drink that juice and you’ll be right as rain in no time at all.”  “I thought I’d be okay-“  “And you are,” says Ezra, “I’ve had three hundred pound bikers slither out of the chair at the first sight of blood. It happens sometimes. I’ve gotten woozy a time or two myself.”

He shoves up his shirtsleeve and shows you a dog in a space helmet,   “That’s Laika,” you say.  “Patron Saint of one way trips,” says Ezra, “You can see a bit of wobble in the curve of her helmet. It was far from my first ink and it still hurt like a sonofabitch. You didn’t do a thing wrong, okay?” He rests his hand on your shoulder briefly, warm weight of it grounds you, and he hunkers down so his eyes meet yours, no judgement there, just concern, and without thinking, you mirror him, rest a hand on his vibrantly inked bicep, Laika brave and doomed amid a swirl of watercolored nebulae, his skin warm beneath your palm and you feel the breath rush out of you, didn’t know how hard you were clenching your jaw, didn’t know you tight your chest was.  “Thank you.” And for a beat those lovely, dark eyes hold yours, before they slide away, cheek curved up in a half-smile.  “You are most welcome. Shall we proceed?”

 The color inking goes much as he described, more annoying than painful, like a constant pressing of fingernails against your skin, different gun with more needles packed together, ink laid in, blood wiped away, back and forth over the same bits of skin, needles dipped and rinsed, tiny plastic cups of color that make you think of a child’s paint set, and the two of you settle into easy conversation, a flow back and forth like a gentle tide, mostly Ezra explaining all the hidden delights of Secret Springs, you simply must get breakfast at Cisco’s, it don’t look like much but they’ve got the best biscuits and gravy i’ve ever tasted, and Cee swears by their Hangover Helper, it’s like a layer dip of grease. Hash browns and corned beef hash and scrambled eggs with sausage gravy and cheese sprinkled over it. I keep tellin Frankie he should rename it the Heart Attack Platter, but he won’t hear it— Ezra’s voice and the buzz of the tattoo gun and the rhythm of him pressing into your skin and wiping away the blood and excess ink set you drifting, content to listen to him ramble, like the patter of falling rain.  “So what got you here?” asks Ezra.  “Moira. I saw her ink and asked—“  “No, darlin, what got you here?” And you find it hard to speak, to put into words, did everything right, married and had kids and a house and a good job and a husband who loved you until he didn’t, did everything right and still ended up with an empty house and no one to come home to except the cat. Lilly and Liam and Joey off on their own and settled and they all call you on Sunday like clockwork, as if you are an obligation and not someone who held them when they were small, talked them through the fears of monsters in the closet, talked them through the humiliation of first love, you know they love you, they tell you every time, at the end of every visit, hug you so tight and tell you they love you. Love you too, but you still come home to a dark house and an empty bed, you honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve been touched or kissed or held. Been so long since you did things for you without thinking of him and the kids that it feels wrong, shameful.  “I wanted to do something just for me, I guess.” You frown.  “I’m guessing you are not in the habit,” he says, “Of doing things just for the joy of it.” You laugh, a bright and brittle sound that pulls itself from your throat, even as your eyes burn, his eyes flick up from the brilliant pinks and oranges and purples, and you turn your head away.  “I’ve prodded a raw nerve, I’m sorry. Cee rightly says I have no filter-“  “It’s okay. It’s just…you do everything right and you still end up all alone, you know? Lil and the boys are all doing fine. They call me every Sunday, and I know I should be happy, and I am happy. Happy for them-“  “But not for yourself,” says Ezra. And you think of how the intimacy slowly bled out of your marriage, held on so tight for so long, thought you could muscle through it like you do everything else in your life, but love wasn’t enough, determination wasn’t enough, gritted teeth and stubbornness weren’t enough.   “No. Not for myself.” You frown. You haven’t put it in words before, too busy keeping it together, trying to gut through it like you do everything, keep your head down and push through, “You think your life is one thing and then it just isn’t anymore— this probably seems silly to you.”  “Not at all. I often think of cicadas,” he says, and returns his attention to the fireweed blossoms.  “Cicadas?”  “Yes. They live the majority of their lives under the ground, feasting on roots content with living in the dark and then something calls them up above. They split themselves open, crawl out of their old skins and take flight.”  “You’re saying I’m in the process of crawling out of my own skin,” you say.  “I’m saying that your future doesn’t have to look like your past,” says Ezra.

 “The past is another country,” you say, and you can’t remember where you’ve heard the phrase.  “Just so,” says Ezra, “Just so. We’re redrawing the map right here. And it is a joy to redraw it with you.”  “Are you—are you flirting with me?” Ezra scrunches his face in mock disdain, “I would never ever flirt with a client. That would be deeply unethical and Cee would undoubtedly yell at me. However, once I finish inking this last frond and we slather you in ointment and wrap you up you will no longer be my client-“  “And then?” He smiles at you, all dark eyes and dimples.  “Well then we are just two folks enjoying the moonlight and wetting our toes in the surf. If you’d walk with me a spell. If you can further tolerate my rambling,”  “I think I’d like to get my feet wet.”

[imagineredwood]

"Is this okay? Did I do well?" - Yandere Prompt with Bottles

Summary: After a night out, Bottles finds that you're jealous of another girl, and he absolutely cannot have that.

Warnings: Major overstimulation, tears, oral sex, bondage, Bottles is a munch

A/N: This adorable man just brings out something unhinged in me

@mama-mischief it’s up 🫣

A sob breaks from your lips as you shudder, your thighs a tense and quivering mess. Instinct tells you to close them, to protect your clit from the assault it's been enduring, and you would if you didn't have your ankles bound to the bed posts. Your legs are spread wide, ankles feeling raw from your flailing against the bindings as Bottles makes you come for what feels like the millionth time now.

How many it actually was, you weren't sure. You stopped counting after 7.

It was pure torture now, the line between pleasure and pain so muddied and blurred, you could barely see, let alone form words. You still tried though.

"B-Bottles...babe...baby...p-ple-please."

You can't seem to get anything else out despite trying for a while now. You begged and pleaded after the fourth orgasm for him to let up, but he'd done the exact opposite, his forearm casing you down by the pelvis, his mouth eating you like a man starved. Now you were on the brink of losing consciousness as this shy man devoured you like a feral animal.

He ignores you still for a handul of seconds more, continuing to use the tip of his nose to abuse your clit while he laps at your hole, tongue slithering within you like the devil he is for putting you through this. Alas he pulls away from you, face a mess in both his spit and your arousal as he answers, voice full of rasp and determination as he looked up at your with pure adoration in his eyes.

"Not yet. I don't think it's enough. You have to know that you're the only one for me. I wasn't even looking at her, you have to know that. You're the only one. I have to make you see that."

His mouth is back on you then and tears spill from the corners of you eyes as you curse your little jealous teasing from earlier. You were both at a club party, Bottles hustling around doing every little task the boys asked of him. EZ had finally given him a break and of course, he had used to seek you out, eager to look at your beautiful face and spend time with you. Apart from the club, his entire world revolved around you. You were his angel. His goddess. His diamond. From the moment he had laid eyes on you, you had consumed him. You were everything to him.

So when you had teasingly scolded him tonight, saying that you were jealous of the girl with the cherry red hair who had gotten to work the bar with him because she had gotten more of his attention than you, he hadn't taken it lightly. He hadn't taken it as a joke at all, actually.

And now here you were. He'd begged you to let him worship you when you'd gotten home and you'd obliged, letting the meek Prospect tie you up. You'd had no idea what you were in for and it was a mistake that you would live to regret for at least the next few days.

"I do! I believe you! Please baby!"

You felt his mouth falter and he pulled away some, looking up at you through fogged glasses.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

You prayed he would believe you, your pussy not able to take another second. After a few seconds more, he sighed and sat up some, pupils blown as they looked down at you splayed out before him, an absolute mess.

"Is this okay? Did I do well?"

You nodded feverishly, words still escaping you for the moment. The Prospect nodded and then gently undid the bindings on your ankles, calloused fingers rubbing comfortingly at the raw skin. He pulled your legs up into his lap as he sat down beside you on the bed, lips kissing along your ankles and the tops of your feet.

"I don't even know her, barely."

You nodded again, your breathing slowly coming down to a normal pace, your eyes spaced out still as you gazed up at him.

"I...know. I know. I didn't mean it."

Bottles smiled, eyes twinkling.

"I belong to you. And you to me."

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April 7, 2025 • Monday

📚 30 days of productivity — COLLAB CHALLENGE WITH @studaxy @winryrockbellwannabe @nanthegirl and @larstudy — Day 15/30 📚

💛 Axy's study time: 2h 28min 💚 AJ's study time: 3h 💜 Nan's study time: 1h 45min 🩷 Lar's study time: 4h👑 💙 Iris's study time: 4h👑

We're halfway into the challenge!! wohoo!!

Today I started working on my internet tech project. The goal is to create a good website for a college of our choice. But I wanted to have fun with it so I decided to make one for a burger institute LOL. Obviously I'm going to change the text and the color palette later to make it a submittable project but hey I wanted to have fun first.

The problems I ran into while learning about these things (this is my first time dabbling into web dev, its a whole new world for me) were:

The navigation bar was a very small headache. I couldn't seem to make the height span the entire document. But @codemerything helped me out so ty :) I just had to declare the width of the parent i.e. the document first, and then 100% of that height would be the height of the vertical navigation bar. ez :)

I wanted to include a frameset in the page, but it didn't appear. Turns out while working with framesets, we can't use the <body> tag. So I'm not sure how I can include a bunch of frames in the place of "bla bla bla" without making the whole page just a bunch of frames. Help?

So that's all for today, I will work more on the project tomorrow! And don't worry, I shall show both the results - the burger institute one and the actual college website later lol XD

Please feel free to point out any errors or better ways to write the code if you notice! It's my first time with web dev and I need all the help I can get :)

🎧 Miss You (When You're Gone) - Connor Price, Chloe Sagum

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TDP Rewatch: S3 E2: The Crown

I am Fucking Exhausted from my week, and watching the show always reinvigorates my creative energy for writing, so let's go.

Callum got the recap voice!

Can we talk about how they put Ezran, this ten year old boy, to bed in the King's Chambers? There's so many rooms in castles like that. He had his own bedroom from being a prince that he could have gone back to for comfort. Instead, because he's king, they put him to bed, let him go sleep, in the room his father died in, violently, like two weeks ago. Oof? Like, okay, as king, realistically, he probably would have moved in there eventually. But after everything he's been through, straight there? Really? Ouch.

Fuck. Ezran taking Harrow's crown out to the same balcony went to think, and talking to his pet the way Harrow talked to Pip that morning.

Callum is So Excited about Xadia, and all the magic everywhere, it's so cute, and Rayla's just as excited about sharing it. I love these kids so much. But also ouch, she's so convinced the other elves will help them get to the Storm Spire faster. She still hasn't put together what they must have assumed when the other assassins didn't come back. Has she even admitted to herself that they're dead yet?

Bless those two guards that play with Ezran at the king's doors. Crossing their polearms and uncrossing them as he moves them. He needed that. That was so cute. The guard to Ez's left (our right, watching), even started smiling too.

Barius and the guards are trying SO HARD to make this kid feel better, and I love them so much for it. The one guard just repeating all of Ezran's questions, and then the other going "The king requests you stop repeating!" "Uhhh. .. ." and then just slumping forward as he admits, "I realized as soon as I said it." Im. I love them so much.

Corvus too! "All packed for your journey to the throne?" and then So Awkward with refusing Ezran's offers of jelly tarts.

Corvus doesn't even look fazed when Opeli scolds him and says he won't be allowed in the council meeting. I 100% think he was just already mentally planning how to sneak in and eavesdrop anyway, and Ezran just made it easier by requesting him. Specifically. Again bless that one guard for joking like "That checks out." after.

Man I have complicated feelings about Opeli. I love her but she hits so many archetypes of people that I hate/things that have hurt me, but gods is she so fucking funny. She's obviously trying so hard to be this dignified, composed woman of the cloth while having a loud temper and being a petty bitch, and I love that for her. The BOOMING for the Crow Lord after her first request didn't work lmao.

wait wait I'm dying, they really just dropped the lore that the Crow Lord's position isn't by royal appointment OR by merit and skated right past it. If the Crow Lord dies, the Crow Master takes his place. What the fuck. Why aren't we talking about this. Who set up this system? Why does it work like that?? This is like if the head of the Postal Department dies Assistant Postal Director took the spot permanently until death. This is being treated like a presidency crossed with a Supreme Court Judge position in US government. If that's how it works, where did the position come from in the first place?? Is that why Crow Master is a lower rank than Crow Lord?

Poor little Ezran's feet don't even touch the ground when he sits in that throne. He has to climb to get in it. And he has to deal with all this shit now.

Bless the "That checks out." guard guy, I love him.

The Melodaisies lmao.

Rayla's such a little shit. "Stop and smell this one!" about the flatu-lillies.

Everyone's bored already dealing with the poor Crow Master waiting for him to find the urgent messages.

Okay okay, so. digs up my notes on the episode where Viren dispatched the assassins. So King Florian and Queen Fareeda are dead. "Andromeda's shade is sent to Del Bar. Ram's is sent to Neolandia. Callisto is sent to Evenere. Skor is sent to Duren." So Andromeda and Callisto succeeded. Ram only managed to "gravely injure" King Ahling. There's no such news of violence from Duren, so Skor outright failed, to a point that Aanya didn't even deem the attack worthy of mention.

Marcos just busting into the throne room announcing the arrest of Soren and Claudia lmao. How did that even go? How did they end up getting arrested? I'm willing to bet that Soren stopped Claudia from putting up a fight, because he just falls to his knees when shoved and can't meet Ezran's eyes - he clearly believes he deserves this (and as much as I love him, he kinda did very much commit crimes, so yeah).

"This must be the biggest tree in the world! What do you call it?" "A tree." I love them.

CLAUDIA WILL YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH. I mean don't, like, you getting justice for your crimes is always something I support, but also HONEY. NOBODY KNEW ABOUT THIS SHIT EXCEPT YOU. YOU'RE KINDA SHOWING YOUR ENTIRE ASS HERE.

Can we talk about how everyone looks shocked Except for Saleer, who's clearly glancing towards the exits? I wonder if he knew. He's the one who ends up siding with Viren later, after all.

This whole situation puts a lot of pressure on Ezran, but damn, Opeli really tried to pressure him there huh. He definitely needed people around him to keep her from overwhelming him.

Mmm. I have a lot of feelings about Soren and Claudia's interactions here. Soren is handling this all so much more maturely than she is, which makes sense to some degree because he's older, but I mean, they're 16 and 18, it's not a huge gap. She responds to his very reasonable resignation by trying to gaslight him, saying oh he must just be stupid, essentially, of course things can't possibly be how he remembers them, but of course it's not his fault that he couldn't understand. Also, she's so quick to tell him this, that he can't possibly be right about killing the princes, even after finding out that oh actually, their dad's ALREADY in jail for treason, and he DID tell her to sacrifice Soren for the egg. At this point, Claudia's story is so fucking tragic, because she wants so badly to have faith in her father that she's blinded to the very real things that are happening around her. As she gets older she just refuses to learn, though, and so my sympathy sort of falls off.

I love how they animated Kasef's walk. I know this walk well. It's the "gym bro who's trying real hard to show off his chest and shoulders" OR "gym bro who's OVERworked his chest and shoulders and now can't hardly move them today". Fits his character very well. Used to see those guys at the gym all the time. I love it.

I literally had to pause in the middle of the meeting with Kasef though because the whole announcement his armies are waiting and calling Viren the regent etc. made me cringe so hard. This would be such a horrifying moment to live through, on the part of every Katolian in the room who wasn't an advocate for war. They haven't even finished dealing with the internal consequences of Viren's actions, and now they have at least one international incident to handle. Also, just the surface level vibes between Kasef and Ezran are rancid.

Fucking Kasef demanding an adult advisor - not even a regent! - to speak with. I love that Corvus and Opeli scowl but don't actually speak, and they let Ezran snap "I'm right here. You can speak with me." He's so strong for such a little kid.

Okay but the fact that Corvus is the one who reacts, and it's not to any of the political shit, it's to Kasef accusing Ezran of failing as a son. I wonder what's going on in his home life. 20 years old, already has a career that's battered him as much as Amaya's in her late 30s, flinches at the idea of failing as a son, and snaps at a prince of a foreign country over it. Also bold enough to do that and then just go yeah I'm Corvus. I was specifically requested. No I don't have a title but fuck you I do what I want.

Also Kasef's face after he says that is hilarious. Just this.

You can just see the wheels turning in his head like. What the fuck does that even mean. That wouldn't fly in my court. Why isn't anyone reacting to that. What the hell are Katolians doing? And then he just takes this deep breath and moves on because how does he even respond to that.

Callum just clinging to Rayla as they ride the seed pod down, gosh that's adorable. And then them both blushing as red as the seed pod over it.

"No one blames you for being a child." is a heavy statement from Opeli. I like that she offers Ezran the possibility of a regent, she doesn't pressure him into it.

Rayla and the adoraburr meadow makes my heart hurt in the best way. She loves this place so much, and she's so excited about sharing it. I love her, I love how excited she is about Callum playing with the adoraburrs.

How often did Harrow stand on that same balcony and think like Ezran's doing?

The fact that Soren smiled when Ezran talked about Harrow as his dad hurts my heart.

Actually, just, the moments each different person smiles hit me. Soren smiles when Ezran talks about Harrow as his dad. Kasef smiles when he says he hasn't been through the things that made Harrow the king he was. Opeli smiles at the very beginning of it all, when Ezran talks about the kind of king Harrow was. And Corvus, Corvus smiles when Ezran says he doesn't have to be the kind of king Harrow was.

"Soren and Claudia will not pay for the mistakes their father made." I love him so much. "Katolis will not go to war. I'm sorry about what happened to your father, and what happened to mine. But we don't have to avenge them. We don't have to strike back. We can choose peace." I love this kid So Much.

I also appreciate Opeli in this moment, because while she clearly has reservations about these choices, she doesn't tell Ezran he's wrong. She just says peace will require as much strength as war - which is a sentiment Harrow echoed in his letter to Callum - and asks if he's prepared for it. And she doesn't argue when he says he is.

Oh also this first credits sketch is Aanya, and given the information we got about the other kingdoms in this episode, especially with the additions we get about magical resources in Duren in Season 7 - I'm betting this sketch is her battling Skor's shade herself. She took him out with Duren's magic arrows. That's why he failed when the others didn't.

Given the Moon Nexus' ability to open the door to the realm of the dead, and for shades of the dead to witness and interact with the living, I kind of want him to see her again. I wonder if he looks back at this human queen from the afterlife and thanks her, knowing she'll never hear it, for stopping him from corrupting his life's purpose in death.

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Old Friends New Lovers

Chapter Six: Uno Reverse

Pairing: Angel Reyes x OC x Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Summary: After moving back to Santo Padre after ten long years, all Salacia wants to do is find her old friends again. / Angel is used to being second choice, and when his old friend comes home he remembers what it’s like to be truly appreciated. / Coco’s not used to kindness, there was only one person who ever treated him that way, and she’s finally back. / Some things change…some things don’t. Life is crazy and predictable…until feelings get involved.

In this chapter: Now Salacia is getting distant after the two perfect dates. She can’t choose so she won’t. But after EZ meddles (again) the three old friends have a heart to heart to become new lovers.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): some angst, smut, oral sex (female receiving), light dirty talk, threesome elements

Word Count: 4383

A/N: only one more chapter to go for this fic. But I have a sequel planned and semi-in the works for this universe. I’m not ready to let go of this dynamic yet. :)

Tags: @staley83 @wheresmyscrunchie

Previous Part(s):

Masterlist

Thankfully Angel and Coco hadn’t demanded an answer right away. They let her have a few days to think. Figure out her feelings.

The problem was that she knew exactly how she felt.

The sparks she felt…they were the same in every way. Intensity. Warmth. Comfort. Both Angel and Coco made her feel…complete.

And that made her feel sick. Because she felt so selfish.

So dirty.

So delusional.

So…stupid.

She wanted them. Both of them. But she couldn’t have both of them. She knew that.

Even though she wanted them both. Even though she needed them.

She knew what she had to do.

She had to protect them from herself and her dumbass delusional heart. A tear rolled down her cheek as she texted them letting them know that she had figured things out. And when they met up she told them that she loved them, but she didn’t feel that romantic spark. She tried not to let the pain in their eyes kill her.

It broke her heart to break theirs.

But she knew it was for the best.

—

After their dates and meeting where she lied about her feelings things had outwardly gone back to normal. They acted the same. Talked the same. Hung out the same. But it wasn’t the same.

They weren’t as close.

She had ruined everything anyway, even when she was doing her best to protect everything and everyone.

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EZ winced as Salacia dabbed a cut above his eye with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. “Sorry.” She murmured an apology for the sting of the alcohol, “You look like you’ve been through it lately.”

“It’s okay. I’ve had worse.” He said, “You don’t look much better.”

She gave a mocking laugh and bandaged the cut to finish cleaning him up. His observant hazel eyes took in her face. She was tired. But it was more than just work. He could tell. He may not know her as well as Angel or Coco, but he knew her well enough to see that she was going through something too.

He cut his eyes over to where the two men who knew her best were smoking with Tranq and Creeper. He had an idea her depressed nature had something to do with them. And he hated seeing any of them hurting.

“I don’t have to work the bar tonight cause I got my ass kicked on that run, grab a drink with me and talk?” He suggested, “Totally platonically.”

Salacia froze before she finished putting her supplies away. She looked at EZ. She knew what he was doing. But she couldn’t fight that she needed to talk to someone. But the problem with confiding in EZ was that he was Angel’s brother. He wasn’t exactly unbiased.

“Sure.” She said, the risk of turning him down when people might overhear and ask why wasn’t something she wanted to deal with.

She sat in a quiet corner on a couch to wait for him and quickly checked her phone, Angel and Coco weren’t there yet. While she had turned them both down she didn’t want to be caught having a seemingly intimate moment with Angel’s younger brother by either of them.

EZ walked over with their drinks and handed her a beer, “You look like you need this.” He joked and sat beside her.

“You have no idea.” She said and took a long drink.

“I might.” He chuckled, “You haven’t been yourself lately...did those dates not go well?”

Damned observant Ezekial Reyes. She thought with a grimace. He knew it had to do with his brother and Coco and the weird tension that still existed between them.

“That’s not...they were perfect...and that’s the problem.” She admitted with a sigh.

“How?” He asked.

“I felt a spark…I felt amazing…with both of them.” She said, “And…I can’t…I can’t choose. And I’m not going to hurt either of them.”

EZ sighed, she was stuck in a harder position than he could truly understand. He didn’t know what to say to her, how to help her. He had made the suggestion as a joke…but it seemed like they should all just date each other and be done with it. He playfully suggested it again but she shoved his arm.

“Like they would agree to that. They would think I’m weird or a slut or something,” she groaned before checking her phone, “I need to get home…I have an early day tomorrow. End of month paperwork.”

It was an excuse and she knew that EZ could tell. But she needed to go home before she had to deal with her two friends that she wanted desperately, getting hit on by the club girls tonight. They didn’t act on anything in front of her, out of respect, but knowing that there were women around to fulfill their needs and on an off chance one day move up to be more to either man…killed her.

She pecked EZ’s cheek like usual after she stood up and grabbed her bag, “Call or text if any of you need me.” She said before leaving.

She passed by Angel who had just walked over making the same excuse when he asked if she was leaving already. She hated how believable her fake smile was when he didn’t try to stop her.

—

EZ sighed and took a drink from his beer. She was killing herself, breaking her own heart to protect his brother and Coco’s hearts. He knew that look on his brother's face though, he had seen Salacia kiss his cheeks. He cursed. He didn’t want Angel or Coco to think that something was going on between him and the young woman they were both crazy about.

He knew a confrontation was coming, especially when Coco walked looking confused. Angel and he had a quick conversation before walking over to EZ. He cursed again. Of course they can’t handle even the idea of her moving on. Even though she wasn’t. And especially not with him.

“What’s up?” He asked when the flopped onto a chair and the couch beside him respectively.

“You seemed pretty cozy with Sal.” Angel said, “And she took off right when I got here.”

“Yeah, said she had an early morning.” EZ shrugged, “We were talking.”

“About what?” Coco asked, his eyes narrowed.

Since when was EZ the middle man? He was getting so frustrated with all of this. She was trying her best to be normal but they won’t let her breathe long enough to figure things out. And now his brother and Coco were acting like he was trying to steal her from them. When Angel prompted him again, the accusation clear in his voice, he lost it.

“Why don’t you go ask her? Because I’m tired of seeing the three of you pining for each other. She feels like shit because she still wants you both okay?” He said in a dangerously even tone, “I don’t want her. She’s nice, I could call her a friend, and she’s hurting because for some reason she is in love with both of you assholes.”

He stood up and left them sitting there in shock.

—

Salacia turned her shower off as she sang along with the music she put on. She was frustrated that she just couldn’t go back to normal after those two dates.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have made out with them…” she mumbled, even though she had wanted to.

She didn’t regret it until now. She couldn’t help the fact that the feelings of their lips on hers. How their arms felt around her. The way they made her feel amazing.

She loved them both.

She wanted them both.

And she knew she couldn’t have either of them now.

Because she loved and wanted them both.

She sighed and wrapped herself in her fluffy robe before walking out of her bedroom to make herself a cup of hot tea so she could relax with a movie and self pity. She hummed along to the song currently playing from her phone which sat in her robe pocket. Entering her living room she let out a shocked scream seeing that she wasn’t alone.

She was relieved realizing it was Angel and Coco.

“You’re supposed to call!” She exclaimed leaning against the wall to catch her breath, “I am seriously regretting that I gave you keys!”

Angel and Coco both had to chuckle. They loved to tease her. Though they quickly realized she was only in her robe made the laughter die down as they stared at her bare legs.

Salacia cleared her throat and adjusted her body to make the robe to cover her thighs more. She was blushing darkly but was doing her best to keep her cool.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to change the subject.

“We wanted to talk to you.” Angel said, “EZ has a big imagination.”

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, that soft hearted idiot, “EZ has a big mouth.” She grumbled.

She just shook her head and walked to her kitchen to make her tea so she could try to relax while dealing with the drama that was sure to come in a few minutes. Her hands were shaking.

What had EZ said?

What had he told them?

Suggested to them?

“Are you okay, querida?” Angel asked.

“You’re shaking.” Coco said as he walked over to gently take the electric kettle out of her hands before she could accidentally burn herself.

“I…I don’t know why…” she said with a slight whimper.

She was nervous, the idea that EZ had gone behind her back…again. To interfere in her life with Angel and Coco. She had been fine. Or as close to fine as could be expected given what was going on with her emotions right now.

“Go sit down, Mama, I know how you take your tea.” Coco told her.

“I’m fine…” she assured him, only for Angel to gently take hold of her elbow and urge her into the living room.

She relented with a nod and let him do so. The tender care for her made her almost want to cry. Why did they have to be so good to her? That made this all feel like too much.

After getting her settled in the den, then sitting on either side of her while she sipped her tea. She was waiting for one of them to speak.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, “I’ve been distant.”

“Did we do something wrong?” Coco asked.

“No...that’s the problem...you are both amazing...everything was perfect...and I can’t choose. So I won’t.” She finally said.

She didn’t want to lie. She couldn’t lie to them. The fear of losing them to the lie that she felt nothing for them.

Secrets destroyed friendships, she knew that. So she wouldn’t let it destroy theirs anymore.

Angel and Coco looked at her and then each other in shock. She wanted them both still. And she didn’t want to choose between them, so she wouldn’t. She would choose neither to keep them both as her friends.

“What if you didn’t have to choose?” Angel asked.

“Huh?” She was confused.

“Coco and I talked, Mami,” Angel explained, “If you couldn't choose between us…you didn’t have to. We’re secure with ourselves.”

“If I had to pick another guy to be with the same girl as me…it would be Angel.” Coco said, “We just didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that kind of thing. It’s not exactly the typical way things go.”

Salacia sometimes forgot how observant Coco could be, mainly because he liked to act like he was just short tempered and aloof to the world. It was his main defense mechanism to keep his heart secure.

Angel was similar, he acted like he didn’t care what happened. That he was fine with how things were even though he was tired of being second choice. He wasn’t an academic like his brother, no awards, he was always second to the admittedly adorable younger Reyes.

They both felt like the world didn’t care about them. That they were always forgotten. That’s why they had joined the Mayans in the first place. They had found a family that cared with their fellow bikers. A place where they were useful and not forgotten.

Though, with Salacia they didn’t feel that way. She made them feel safe enough to be themselves. Their trio had always made sense to them. She was the sweet glue that held them together. Their emotional support system, holding their heads up when they were too weary to face the world. She kept smiles on their faces.

The idea of anyone loving both of them the same didn’t make sense, a relationship with the two of them sharing a partner sounded crazy. But if it was her…and if the other guy was either of them…it felt right. So right it was scary.

“Are you two kidding?” She asked, “No guy wants to share their girlfriend, no matter how much they trust the other man.”

She sighed and put her head in her hands as she sighed. She didn’t get them. Why would they give her hope like this? It didn’t make sense. These two had started to make less and less sense to her.

They could see that she was spiraling a bit and that they needed to pull her out of her self doubts. Coco took a chance and when she sat up again to cup her cheek gently and pull her into a kiss. She squeaked in surprise and tried to pull away only to feel Angel’s lips on her bare shoulder where her robe had slipped down and froze.

“Don’t think too hard, Mama…” Angel said softly, “Let us show you.”

Coco kept his lips on hers, slipping a hand into her hair, patiently letting her relax into the kiss. She set her hands on his shoulders and finally kissed back. Angel was running his hands along her sides and began to kiss her neck. She whined against Coco’s lips as Angel nibbled her soft spot.

She could feel the ego rolling off both men as they chuckled at her reactions. The moans and whimpers they were able to draw from her with such simple actions was honestly adorable.

“Now, carino, you were so bold when we hung out after our date.” Coco teased pulling away, “Why are you being so shy now?”

“She’s always been a control freak, mano, probably already turning her little brain to mush having both of us wanting to fuck her senseless.” Angel teased all while not acknowledging her, which was more arousing than she would ever dare to admit.

She whined as their attention was taken off of her. She took some initiative and leaned up to kiss along Coco’s jaw. Wanting their attention.

Coco chuckled and gripped her hips firmly, “So needy.” He teased.

Angel moved his hands to grope her breasts from behind, “You like this? Having the attention of two men like this?” He leaned in and purred in her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth.

“Fuck…” she cursed.

“Patience querida, you will be.” Angel teased while Coco just let out a groaning chuckle as she kept kissing down his neck, trying to urge them into action.

“You wanna do this out here…or take it to your bedroom?” Coco asked, his cock painfully hard with the way she was acting now.

She didn’t know if this would last beyond tonight, but right now all she wanted was to enjoy this. She could keep denying herself. But it was so hard when there was a real chance at love standing right in front of her. Or more like sitting on the couch with her.

She pulled back and looked between the two men who had her whole heart. She didn’t feel torn when she was with them like this. She was terrified of what that could mean, but her love for them was louder than her doubts now.

“Bedroom.” She said, if she was gonna fuck her two best friends at once, she was gonna do it in a bed.

Angel stood up first but he and Coco let her lead the way. Set the pace. While they could tell she wanted them in charge in the bedroom, she needed to get them there. They didn’t want to push her.

They hadn’t really been in her room before. They had been to her house nearly every week for six months now, but her bedroom seemed...almost forbidden. Too intimate. That was the place for lovers not friends.

But the relationships had changed. They weren’t just friends anymore. Their bodies and hearts calling out for each other. Feeling someone’s hand brush her lower back had her shivering. She turned and saw the two men she had always loved looking at her. Dirty promise in their eyes. But their smiles told her she could back out at any time and they would understand.

She knew that she could trust them.

They had never hurt her. They would never hurt her.

She was nervous. She hadn’t been with a man since her ex left her for another woman. A thinner woman. A woman with money and ambition other than just helping the people that needed it.

She had been broken by that man abandoning her after two years together and couldn’t help but fear the intimacy of sharing a bed with another person. Even if it was a motel bed.

So letting Angel and Coco into her sanctuary symbolizes more than they would ever know.

She smiled at them, she wanted them. She had always wanted them. And the fact that they both wanted her and weren’t going to force her to choose, was both unbelievable and exhilarating. She reached out and pulled Angel into a kiss while Coco came up behind her to grasp her hips. Her arms around his neck while his hands landed on her waist. She wanted to feel his lips too, the feeling of his beard scratching his face was amazing.

“Look at you, Mami.” Coco purred in her ear, “So eager for us. There’s that confidence.”

Angel hummed against her lips as he kissed back. The lustful craving for her filling him. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Angel...” She whined, making both men chuckle.

“You’re so cute, querida,” Angel chuckled against her neck, “So sensitive.”

“It’s been a while…” she admitted.

“How long?” Coco asked as he kissed the back of her neck, not caring that Angel’s mouth was on the other side of it.

They knew she hadn’t been with anyone seriously in Santo Padre, and she never seemed like the type to kiss and tell, so if she had hooked up they doubted they would have known.

Salacia’s face flushed darkly, she knew she could trust them with the truth, “A little over a year…” she sighed, feeling them both stiffen at the truth.

“Well, we have a lot of time to make up for then.” Angel said with a dark chuckle.

Now was not the time for a heart to heart. That could come later. Now was time for action. To make up for all those nights they could have spent together that they lost trying to ignore what they wanted.

Their lips began moving again, their hands wandering her body. Angel was groping her hips and Coco’s were fondling her breasts. She was panting already, her body finally getting the attention she craved.

The guys pulled back just long enough so the three of them could shed their clothes into a pile on the floor at the end of her bed. Only their underwear was left.

She turned and crawled onto it, her knees were weak and she was ready for more. Coco and Angel quickly joined her, the former capturing her lips more fiercely than before. Her body nearly bare for them, and theirs for her.

Only their boxers and her panties remained. Her chest was bare and their hands were wandering again. Appreciation for every inch of newly revealed skin.

She allowed her hands to wander their bodies as well. She’d seen them both shirtless many times recently. They both got into so much trouble that she had to patch them up for. But seeing them like that was completely different than seeing them like this.

She was pulled into Coco’s arms as he kissed her deeply. Angel’s hands wandered her body as his best friend devoured her lips. He groped her hips and began to kiss down her back.

“Let us take care of you, querida.” He purred against her skin, his beard scratching at her skin perfectly.

She broke her kiss with Coco to whimper a plea for all they could give her. She could feel the way they chuckled more than heard them. She grasped Coco’s shoulders and looked at him, her eyes shimmering with lust and need.

He groped her breasts and encouraged her to lay back and let him and Angel really take care of her. She whimpered but nodded.

Moving to reclined in the center of her bed sitting between Coco’s legs as he leaned against the headboard, his hands caressing her upper body while Angel slid his hands up her legs to massage her thighs. He kissed all over her thighs, nipping here and there then using his tongue to soothe the areas he had bitten.

“Angel.” She whined.

“Is he teasing you, Mami?” Coco chuckled while kissing along her right shoulder, earning and whine in response, “Well with how you’re always teasing us, showing off these tits and that ass…it’s only fair we get to tease you now.”

She huffed making both men chuckle while their hands and mouths continued to toy with her body. Angel urged her hips up to slip her panties off. Her thighs spread open before him like a feast had Angel’s mouth watering.

“Been too long since this pretty little pussy has gotten any attention, huh, Mama?” He teased before leaning in and eagerly licking a thick stripe up her center.

She let out an loud squeal of pleasure at the sudden action. Angel chuckled and pulled away just long enough to growl out how good she tasted before burying his tongue back inside of her. He was eager and his tongue was skilled.

“Oh...oh god…” Salacia moaned leaning her head back against Coco’s shoulder.

“Been a while since anyone pleasured you, huh?” Coco teased while caressing her breasts.

Salacia nodded and whimpered looking down to meet Angel’s eyes. His tongue was caressing her inner walls and toying with her clit. Not an inch of her pussy was left untouched. Angel pinned her hips down and growled while he feasted on her.

Salacia’s head was spinning. Sure she hadn’t been shy about taking care of her own needs, to fantasies of the pair of them, but Angel was putting all of her fantasies to shame. She was shivering and moaning as he worked her up and over the edge relentlessly. He had wanted to tease her more but it was hard to do when she tasted so good, when her thighs squeezed around his head so perfectly, and her moans filled his head.

“Fuck Angel!” She gasped, her body shuddering as her back arched in bliss.

Angel pulled away chuckling as he licked his lips, smirking at her as he did. His beard was glistening with her release. He leaned up and kissed her lips.

“She taste good, hermano?” Coco asked.

“Best tasting Pussy I’ve ever had.” Angel confirmed.

The guys traded places so Coco could enjoy the taste of her as well. She didn’t know what to expect, she was just enjoying the moment. It was crazy the way they were worshiping her body. The way that Coco’s tongue slid up her slit was heavenly. She gasped his name.

Looking down at her second lover she whimpered seeing his dark eyes watching the way she reacted.

“So sensitive.” He pulled away to tease her.

Angel chuckled and nibbled along her neck. She reached down to grasp Coco’s soft hair.

“Oh fuck…” she cursed and arched her hips, “Johnny...please.”

It was as though using his real name was the spark that Coco needed. He slipped his tongue deep inside of her and ate her like a man starved.

He growled and groaned as he did so. He wanted her to cum on his tongue as well. It was all he could think about. It was his main goal right now. He pinned her hips down and upped his tongue’s movements.

Salacia had no control of her moans as she leaned back against Angel while Coco’s mouth worked her over expertly. Angel kissed along her shoulders and purred sweet words to her as he did so. Groping her breasts and toying with her nipples. His hands were larger, but just as rough, but the chill of his rings left on her heated skin was almost too much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cursed her thighs shaking, “Johnny!”

She was seeing stars as she came. Her toes curled and she gripped Coco’s hair tightly. The second orgasm they gave her that night was almost too much to handle. She leaned against Angel, boneless and smiling.

“Feel good, mi corazon?” Angel asked, cupping her cheek with one hand and kissing her temple.

“Mmhmm.” She whimpered.

Coco pulled away from her already overstimulated pussy, “Angel’s right, Ma, you have got to have the sweetest pussy in the fucking world.” He purred leaning up to gently kiss her lips.

“Do you need to rest before we keep going?” Angel asked her.

Salacia’s eyes were heavy and she nodded, feeling guilty that she hadn’t taken care of them. But they assured her they could wait until she could handle more.

“We’ve waited over a decade, mi dulce,” Angel began.

“We can wait another hour.” Coco finished for him, making her giggle.

The three of them had changed a lot over the years, but what hadn’t, the deep understanding they had for each other. She would rest and then...they would finish what they started.

[ravennaortiz]

Two Worlds

Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.

This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.

Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.

Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.

"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.

Four Months Prior

"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.

"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.

A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.

Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.

Next Morning Lupe's House

Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.

"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.

Present Day

The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.

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[raayllum]

for snake boi callum week, day 1: prince (italicized quotes from machiavelli's "the prince")

Callum receives a book of princely etiquette on his eleventh birthday.

It's an old tome, wrapped in a bow and presented to him by Harrow alongside an awkward hug and well-meaning smile. "It was my copy once," his stepfather tells him.

Harrow has even left notes in the margins, tiny annotations scrawled in ink. Callum reads the book as well as he reads anything else, but it is rather dull. It's a lot of rules about forks and knives and bows that he's not entirely sure he'll keep straight, and even King Harrow's notes and adjustments aren't enough to keep it interesting.

Most of them are modelled after a prince becoming a king, after all, and Ez is just learning how to tie his own boot laces now so that Callum doesn't have to do them for him all the time.

Still... if he learns more about being a prince—other princely etiquette books have to exist, right?—maybe he can be a better one. He heads to the library, dodging the bothersome old lady who oversees it, and only gets distracted a couple of times on his way to the right section.

He bypasses the ones that are just about social etiquette (he's had enough of that already) or linguistics (he's plenty fluent in courtly Neolandian thank you very much) and history (the battles have funny names, but the Mage Wars don't affect things too much these days) in favour of something a bit fresher.

The Social Politics of Ruling stands out to him, and Callum pulls it down from the shelf. This might be useful as a prince, and barring that, as Ezran's future advisor someday.

He sinks to the floor and opens it, eyes scanning the chapters, then the pages. It's certainly an easier read than the one Harrow had given him, but with every sentence, the uneasy feeling in his stomach increases.

It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot have both... That couldn't be right. Callum wrinkles his nose, thinking of Prince Kasef at the summer ball last year, older and swaggering and smug. He'd liked the way his servants had trembled. Callum can't fathom wanting fear over love if you had a choice.

And yet...

How we live is so different from how we ought to live that he who studies what ought to be done rather than what is done will learn the way to his downfall rather than to his preservation.

("You shouldn't have done it," Rayla says, later. There's a tremor in her voice and tears in her eyes. "You should've—"

"Let you die?" he snaps. He takes her by the shoulders. "How can you ask that of me?"

"But now we're all in danger, and—"

"Yes, we're in danger, not dead! You're not dead." Sighing, Callum rests his forehead against hers, relieved when she lets him. "I know what I 'should've done'... the same way I knew in the rain when we were kids, and on Finnegrin's ship. But I—I can't live without you, Rayla. I just can't.")

Maybe there's something to this book after all, just a little.

[bumblesimagines]

Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father. 

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll. 

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got. 

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!" 

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse. 

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

[peoplesrazor]

Okay, I'll play.

I'm going to address something else first, but starting at where the word Also is in bold, I'll be giving some examples to counter whether or not they were "allowed" to do those videos.

Let's pretend anon's assumption is correct and Lily is getting more heat for her video, could there be any other reason for this besides the fandom not batting an eye and whatever other nonsense Lily is trying to apply? (Lily, you're covertly calling folks you don't like Nazis and Nazi sympathizers again. We've talked about how this is holocaust denial.)

What could be some other reasons this may have happened, I wonder?

Maybe age of the videos? Let's see. Lily's SU video is 6 years old. EZ's is 7 years old. E;R doesn't have an SU video younger than 8 years old. So, yes, Lily's came out later and may have been easier to find.

How about how many people have watched the videos? E;R has a few videos. The highest is at 1.2M. EZ's video is at 3.1M. Lily's is at 8.8M. More people have seen Lily's video.

Output? Lily makes a video every few weeks to a month. E;R is closest to that, still being active and making them every 3 to 6 months, most of which clock in under 15 minutes. EZ hasn't made a new video in two years and sometimes took year-long breaks between videos before that. So, it's more likely someone might go to Lily's channel to watch something else, then decide to check out her main SU video.

I suppose I could count the number of videos they made or even how many times they made SU videos, but I don't think that would add anything.

Some other things to consider.

Let's be honest. Lily's title is better. EZ's video is close with "A garbage show for garbage people," but it doesn't hit as hard. Lily knew whose title style to steal.

Of course, if you type Steven Universe criticism in the youtube search bar, Lily's is listed first, so that's more exposure, too.

Any one of these, even on their own, could lead to more people being sent to, and therefore watching Lily's video and would be a reason her video gets more scrutiny.

In addition, Lily, by virtue of using terms and ideas more common on the left, appeals to a different audience than the other two people making these videos. Most of the people watching Lily's video may never have seen the other videos because of that. They might be more sensitive or, at least, more concerned with certain things that were said than another audience would be. Hell, they may have turned off the other videos at the first sign of them being bigoted.

Also, anon? The word Allowed would like to talk to a union rep, because it's doing nearly all the work in that sentence. I hate to break it to you, but you can't tell people not to be a bigot and have them just not do it anymore. The best you can do is point it out, talk about it, and warn others. I took your ask in the best possible faith and assumed that you meant we are doing that only to Lily.

But it has been done with those other videos. Hiding In Private did separate videos on E;R and on EZPZ. In fact, the one on EZPZ came out before the video dissecting Lily's video. Not their fault if you only know about the Lily one.

Here is a reddit thread talking about the other two, but not Lily.

Here is a youtuber talking about Lily's video last month. Here the same youtuber is talking about EZPZ's video four years ago!

Here's another youtuber also talking about EZ.

I've seen several other tumblr post or streamers or youtubers talking more generally about Steven Universe criticism and mention E;R and, especially EZ. Sometimes they don't mention Lily at all!!!

If anything EZ's video seems to be the one most talked about. It's quite possible, anon, that because you are a Lily fan, you are simply noticing the critics who talk about her more often.

Your ask also assumes that any one who is not dismissed as a "dumb chud" will be raked over the coals for their Steven Universe critiques.

Here's Uncivilized Elk, an actual fan, being critical of the movie. Positive comments, seems to be doing fine.

Here are videos by Jay Exci being critical of both the show and the movie. Again, agreeable comments. No negative effects.

So, maybe, people are taking umbrage at the things actually said in Lily's video and the way they were framed. Maybe it was just the way Lily comes off as someone who cares more about attacking the show and the creator then giving actual critique.

Sure, some people may already know something about Lily's rep at this point and come in with a pre-conceived idea of what to expect. The video's more than half-a-decade old and it tends to come up in discourse about the criticism leveled at the show. It was also the hot video on the subject right at the time those criticisms were most common. People have heard of her and the video and may already have an idea of what to expect.

Still on Lily for meeting those expectations and being even worse then they assumed in some cases, though.

[bullet-prooflove]

Partners: EZ Reyes x Reader

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Story Arc:

The Water Tower - EZ tells you a secret.

Pound of Flesh - EZ realises the situation with your debt has taken a violent turn.

"you have my life in your hands" - EZ pays off your debt.

Drinking Tonight - EZ reflects on his decision.

It’s you that texts EZ, not the other way around. He doesn’t know what to expect when he steps into the bar. There’s a trepidation in his chest because whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your relationship is in stasis. It’s the reason he’s kept his head down over the past few days, given you a little space because the truth is he doesn’t want what he has with you to end. He knows that’s what’s going to happen now you’ve broken the stalemate. You’re going to give him his stuff back and tell him that it’s over.

In his heart he knows that he would do it all over again. He can’t stand the idea of you being broken like that, having to trade your body to pay off the interest of a loan that you didn’t ask for.

When he enters the bar, you’re sitting at one of the tables near the juke box. The machine is unplugged, the glass panel still smashed. Someone has helped repair the shelves that lined the back wall of the bar, Riz he thinks, he remembers the other man mentioning popping over a couple of nights ago. He sits down across from you, his shoulders tense as he slumps in his seat unable to look at you.

There’s silence for a minute before you sigh, your fingertips straying to one of the cardboard coasters before you begin to toy with it.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I…” You hesitate for a second before finding your words. “I’m so used to being on my own, that I forgot what it’s like to rely on another person. I haven’t been able to do that for a very long time.”

He knows your talking about your father, both before and after his death. You’d taken care of him long before the cirrhosis killed him, when he was too drunk to stand, too beaten up to gamble, too hungover to manage a bar. You’ve fended for yourself for as long as you can remember.

“I don’t want to take your money. I don’t want it to taint our relationship but now we’re in a predicament because I feel beholden to you, and I don’t like that feeling.”

“You aren’t.” EZ says fiercely, ducking his head so he can meet your gaze. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Imagine it was Angel.” You say carefully. “That Angel had paid off a debt you owed to the club, a debt that right now you can’t possibly afford to pay, imagine how that would make you feel.”

Grateful, he thinks and then trapped. There are expectations attached to something like that even if they aren’t spoken. Angel would never hold it over him, but it would be there, in between the two of them. It’s in that moment that he gets it. By paying the debt he may have taken Grady’s boot off the back of your neck, but he’s replaced it with his own.

“How do we fix this?” He asks you, his elbows coming to rest on the table. “How do we move past it?”

You lean down and reach into your purse, withdrawing an A4 brown envelope and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“I had this drawn up.”

He frowns as he reaches for the envelope, unsealing it with his fingertip before he pulls the paperwork out of it and studies it intently. It’s a contract, he sees his name on it and yours, the title of the bar and it dawns on him all at once.

“No.” He says as he places the document back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”

“EZ…” You begin but he shakes his head cutting you off.

“Jo, this place belongs to you, to your family.” He says, his voice rough. “I can’t take it from you.”

“EZ, you are the only person in this world that understands how much this place means to me.” You tell him, reaching across the table and clasping his head in yours. “Why I have to keep it, why I work my ass off for it and for you to be a partner in that…” You trail off for a second and he realises how hard this is, not just for him but for you too. You are not a woman who trusts easily, the world has taught you that other people only want something in exchange for what you can give them.

This contract is your way of resetting the balance between the two of you. As much as you have faith in him, you’ve been proven wrong so many times before that the wound just can’t be healed. He understands that about you.

“Think of the money as an investment.” You tell him. “You own 50% of the bar. You get a say in all of the decision making and a 50% share of the profits, everything else is up to me. The operations, the day to day running, it’s mine to deal with. In a couple of years when I’ve saved enough cash, I can buy you out.”

It’s clear that you’ve given this a lot of thought, that for you this is the light at the end of a dark tunnel that has been your reality for a very long time. He places his palm upon the paperwork as he stares down at it, his fingertips skating over the text. The time he’s spent behind your bar, with you have been some of the happiest of his life. He can see this working, the two of you being happy together, running this place.

“No interest.” He says finally as he tilts his head up to look at you. “The aim of paying off the loan was to give you the room to breathe. Take the part about the interest out and I’ll sign it.”

“EZ…”

“Jo.” He says firmly. “No interest.”

You pause for a second before nodding your head.

“Fine. No interest.” You agree as you slide the paperwork back towards you. “I’ll get this amended for you to sign.”

He watches as you tuck the contract back into the envelope, returning it to your purse.

“And us?” He asks you, dark eyes resting on you as you lean across the table so that your faces are inches apart. “Where does this leave the two of us?”

“I guess this makes us partners.” You tell him, your fingertips trailing over the curve of his cheek. “In life and with the bar.”

He exhales, his eyes meeting yours as his lips brush over the tattoo on your pulse point.

“Partners.” He says with a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

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