#creeper vargas x you

[drabbles-mc]

Something Good

Creeper Vargas x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: smell

Word Count: 200

A/N: i love all the MC boys of course of course but there is something just sooooooo!!!! about Creeper 🥰

The smell washed over you as soon as you stepped through the door getting home, and instantly you felt your entire body relax. There was always something so comforting about coming home to find that Neron had already started making dinner.

Toeing off your boots at the door, you dropped your bag beside them shortly thereafter before making a direct line to the kitchen. He was leaning over the pot on the stove, watching it carefully. With a smile on your face, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle.

“What’d you make me?” you asked with a soft laugh.

He chuckled as you hooked your chin over his shoulder. He placed one hand over yours that were interlocked over his stomach. “Somethin’ good.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder through his shirt. “That’s what you always say.”

“Yeah,” he reached with his other hand to grab the spoon, stirring the pot, “and have I ever lied?”

You paused longer than necessary before answering just to get a rise out of him, and it worked as he turned to look at you. It was only then that you laughed, giving in. “No, you haven’t.”

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Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.

Word count: 2,6k+

Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst

A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.

You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.

But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.

“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.

You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.

“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.

“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.

“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.

Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.

He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.

You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”

But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.

Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”

You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.

“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”

“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”

You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.

An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.

His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.

EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.

He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.

The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.

“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.

He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.

“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.

“Hi, EZ.”

He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.

“Hi.”

Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.

The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”

He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.

“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.

He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”

“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”

“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.

EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.

“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”

He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?

He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.

“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.

“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.

“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”

You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”

EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.

“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.

“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.

He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.

“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.

EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.

He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.

EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.

“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.

“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”

The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.

EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.

EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.

“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.

EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”

“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.

He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.

He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”

He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”

“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.

“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.

He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.

You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.

EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.

Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.

He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Blind Date - Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader (Coffeeshop AU)

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Hitting the Blind Date Square on the Bingo Card

Companion piece to Barista

Neron hasn’t been on a date for a long time, not since before he got sober. The things he did with women before that…

He wouldn’t call it dating.

His sobriety has changed him, it’s made him shyer, more reserved. What he craved back then was physical connection, what he wants now goes much deeper. It’s harder to meet people than he remembers, he used to go to parties, bars, clubs, now he has his crew and the coffeehouse.

The truth is he’s lonely, he likes his own company, but he wants more than that. He wants to make someone laugh, to hold them in the night, to be held in return.

It’s Hank that sets him up on the date.

“You’ll like her.” He promises. “The two of you have a lot in common.”

He’s nervous when he sits down at a table in the coffeeshop. It’s quiet today, the lunch rush has just finished up and Coco’s on the register, restocking the coffee bags. His knee starts jangling because that anxiety is chasing through his nerve endings. He knows this girl is going to take one look at him and walk out, he can feel it in his bones. He’s starting to spiral, his head getting a little messy, so he does the one thing that distracts him when he feels overwhelmed. He gets out his black A5 sketchpad and his fineliner and he begins to draw.

It starts as nonsense, a few straight lines before the image begins to take shape in his mind. His loses himself in the task for a few minutes, shading in the parts he need to, adding shadow here and there. He chases the ebbs and flows of his creativity, blocking out his surroundings. It isn’t until you tap his hand lightly with your fingertip that he even realises that there’s another person in his proximity.

His heart skips a beat when he sees that it’s you. The girl with the tattoos up her arms and the smile that makes him feel like he’s seeing the sunrise for the first time. He’s watched you from afar, you come in during the evenings with your tablet, sketching out your client drawings on the sofa in the corner.

Vanilla latte, he remembers, made with almond milk.

“Hi.” You say as you take the seat across from him. “I’m Hank’s friend, Nina.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[ravennaortiz]

Okay let's do 24, 25, and 27 with Creeper. Although there are a few of them that would all fit those prompts.

OHHH! We are going to act up on this snowy Friday! I love that you chose Creeper he gives me those in public polite gentlemen vibes and then in private he is a feral beast!

Prompts 24: No Panties? 25: Don't act shy now. and 27: What if someone sees? As always 18+ Smut below the cut

Tease

"I need to be inside you now" purred Creeper into your ear as he pushed you down onto the hood of a random car. The icy metal against your hot skin made you shiver and giggle nervously. "What if someone see?" you replied as you pushed back on Creepers chest as he mauled your neck like a feral dog and ground into you.

Creeper chuckled as he pulled back to look into your eyes his pupils blown from lust. "Guess you should have thought about that before tempting me in this dress" he replied as he ran his hands up your thighs pushing the offense material away from what he desired. Glancing down when his fingers slid along your unprotected core he smirked before looking back into your eyes.

"No panties?" he questioned rhetorically as he slid one of his fingers into you making you arch your back. "You really were fiending for me weren't you kitten" stated Creeper as he slid another digit into you making you clamp around him. The feel of his cool rings on his fingers only made you come more undone as he pumped them in and out of you lazily. "I'm close" you muttered quietly.

"No mami. We aint gonna be doing that shit" muttered Creeper as he slid his fingers out of you making you protest. "You don't get to be a tease and then get off easily" chuckled Creeper as he undid his pants and slid his erect cock out as he pulled you down the hood of the car some. "You cum around my cock now or not at all tonight" stated Creeper as he slammed into you in one swift motion of his hips. You clamped your hand around your mouth to quiet the moan as he filled you but he yanked your hand away.

"Don't be acting shy now. You were showing off for all them earlier. I wanna hear my name fall from that pretty little mouth until I tell you to stop? You got me?" stated Creeper as he gripped your jaw tightly giving slow deep strokes as he spoke. "Yea...ahh...Creeper" you moaned as he hit that sweet spot. "Louder princesa" demanded Creeper as he picked up his pace. Nothing made him hotter than your moans and cries of pleasure as you came undone.

Several minutes and orgasms later Creeper let out a beastly groan and slammed once more into you as your body milked his release from him. After he had caught his breath he looked at your blissed out face and disheveled appearance and grinned. Pulling out of you he stepped back from the car as you started to sit up and straighten your dress.

"No. Stay like that." ordered Creeper as the faint sound of the clubhouse door opening caught your attention making you turn your head. "Don't worry about it. Get on your knees and clean me up so we can get back to my welcome home party" stated Creeper his voice dark with desire still. "Good girl" murmured Creeper as he closed his eyes and patted your head as you did what was requested.

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

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More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

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"So, what are you gonna do?"

Request: Creeper and reader imagine finding out she's pregnant after she left him and wanting her back

Pairing: Creeper Vargas x female reader

Warnings: Arguing, breakups, hidden pregnancy, crying, angst with no comfort at least in this part

Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I'll do a part two to this, I'm just sleepy and I want to take a nap but I wanted to get this out for yall first lol What would yall like to see? Groveling? Happy ending? Should she make him sweat? Should she just understand and forgive that tensions were high? Let me know💕

"Fuck."

You cursed as you held the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hand. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Not in the slightest. Life was already complicated and messy enough as it was. Things with the club were tense, the war against other charters of their own club creating an air of chaos that amplified day by day. Creep tried his best to soothe you. Take away the worry. Tell you that everything was going to be fine, you just had to wait it out. But it didn't feel that way. It seemed like every time you turned around, it was a shooting or a bombing, your nerves frazzled. It had caused a rift between the two of you. Him feeling like you nagged too much, you feeling like he only ever disregarded you. The two of you had fought significantly more than you had fucked recently and yet now here you were, already apprehensive of where the relationship would end up, now with a baby getting thrown into the mix. You'd been careful, at least you'd thought so. But luck wasn't on your side, it seemed.

Throwing down the pregnancy test into the trash, the fourth to be exact, you held your head in your hands as you sat atop the closed toilet lid. You had no idea how this was going to go. You’d mentioned kids before, sure, but you hadn’t talked about it extensively. You had no idea how he would feel about a baby right now, and all that uncertainty did was make you feel even worse. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you swallowed around a suddenly dry throat. You would have to sit down with him tonight and establish some boundaries. Make him see that he couldn’t just placate and then disregard you anymore. It wasn’t just about you two now. There was a third life involved, and you needed to know where his head was at. It was a talk that was a long time coming, and you hoped that it would go smoothly.

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“Enough with this shit already. Fuck!”

Creepers voice was harsh as he cursed, exasperated with you.

“Every fuckin’ day it’s the same shit with you. I get home and it’s immediately gotta be a fuckin’ war, like I don’t deal with that shit in the clubhouse. Coming home is supposed to be relaxing. I should get home and feel happy to be here, grab a beer and just shoot the shit with you, watch some TV, cuddle, something! But no, I come home and it’s a fuckin’ interrogation every night. I can’t take this shit anymore!”

You sat at the table silent, eyes welled to the brim with tears that you begged not to fall. You stared at him, feeling helpless and hopeless. You hadn’t meant to start a fight. You were just trying to get him to see that you wanted him around more. That you missed him. That you worried for him. That you needed more from him. That you needed to know that you could count on him All you’d managed to do however, was start the millionth argument of the month. You kept your voice low, half to deescalate, half to stop yourself from crying.

“I’m just trying to get you to meet me half way. I know you’re stressed, and I know you guys are struggling, I know. I just…I need to know that you’ll try to be present more. For us.”

You caught yourself with the last word, but thankfully he didn’t realize, simply thinking you meant the relationship. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, his own voice quieter when he spoke again.

"I just...I don’t know what you want from me. I can’t be out here taking you on dates every night, spending the whole weekend with you, going on getaways. I know you need me but so does the club. Hang out with the girls. Go shopping with them. Go to the movies with them. It doesn’t always need to be me. It can’t always be me. I can't balance you and the club in the way you expect me to. One keeps losing out and at the end of the day, the club comes first. I told you that in the beginning."

You stared at him blankly. Sure, he’d said that before. In the beginning before you had even really gotten serious. You had taken it as a warning that things might not move in the way that you were used to. But you were well past that, you thought. Your voice was shaky as you inquired.

“Do you still feel that way?”

He stared at you, not wanting to have to say it. But you needed to hear it. You would need to hear it directly from his mouth if you were going to have to leave; because you would leave. If he couldn’t find some way to compromise - to find it within himself not to volunteer for every single little thing and at least try to be there for you more, then there was no sense. You had put yourself through it for three years. You refused to put your child through it. If you were going to find the strength to leave, you needed to hear him say it.

“Feel what way?”

You blinked and finally managed to look at him, his chest aching at the tears in your eyes.

“That the club comes before me. That even with how much I’ve tried and begged and pleaded and supported and waited for things to get better…that you still love it more than me. More than us.”

There it was again. Us.

The Mayan groaned, scrubbing his hand over his face roughly, eyes tired and somewhat cold as they regarded you. He shrugged, tattooed arms held out to the sides.

“You knew what this was when you got with me. This is who I am. This is what you get.”

You stared at him, and finally you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. They cascaded down your cheeks and you felt like you could feel your heart breaking within your chest. Because it was done. You’d asked him to make the choice, and now finally after trying to save your feelings all this time, he’d finally been honest and chosen.

And it wasn’t you.

You knew if you told him you were pregnant, it might’ve changed things. He had always bashed deadbeats. Said how important it was for kids to have their fathers around. But you also felt it pointless. If he would change, you knew for a fact it wasn’t for you. It was because of the baby. Even by giving him the gift of life, he didn’t find you important or worthy enough to change for. And who was to say that change would stick. He’d change for the moment, but would he bail out on appointments and sonograms? Would he miss the birth, too preoccupied with a deal? Miss birthdays and recitals just to carry out hits? That wouldn’t be fair. Not to you and not to the baby. You were a grown woman; you didn’t need him. Wanted him, sure. But you didn’t need him. The kid would, and it wouldn’t be fair to them. It was up to you to protect them. To give them the best life possible. And bringing them into the world with an absent father who picked and chose when to be present wasn’t something you were going to sentence your baby to. You knew firsthand how bad it felt to always come second. You wouldn’t do that to them.

So you simply nodded, standing up from your place on the sofa, tears blurring your vision.

“Well, I guess that settles that.”

You didn’t really have much else to say, at least nothing that would make a difference. You wanted to cry and scream and plead, but you’d done enough of that, and it hadn’t made much of a difference any other time. No. You would keep your dignity. With the back of your hand, you wiped away your tears and made your way to the bedroom, ignoring his voice as it spoke from behind you.

“So that’s it huh?”

You didn’t respond, only went into the closet and grabbed your duffel bag, tossing enough clothing for a few days into it. You had moved in with Neron after a year, the Mayan feeling that you would be safer if you lived with him. You had obliged, and now wished that you had kept your place. Even still, you would go out and find an apartment tomorrow if you could. It was late already, nearly one in the morning. You would stay in a hotel tonight and begin the search for a place to live tomorrow.

You were stuffing bras and panties into the bag when he entered the room silent as he stood behind you and watched for a little while unsure what to say.

“You don’t have to leave. You can stay. I’ll sleep on the couch. We can talk tomorrow when you’ve had time to calm down.”

You shook your head. He might have thought you were just being dramatic, but you knew this was what you had to do.

“Nothing to talk about. You’ve made it clear what your priorities are. I just have to come to terms with that, and I am. We’re not compatible. Better I find out now than…later.”

You force yourself to stop there, not wanting to say too much.

“OK, but it’s the middle of the night. You can’t just leave and…go where?”

“Hotel. Don’t worry about me. It doesn’t matter what you say, I’m not staying here.”

He grumbled and threw his hands up, his anger flaring.

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

“I am.”

You made your way into the bathroom and grabbed your toiletries, tossing them into your bag as well. Chargers, phone, keys, wallet. Everything you would need these next few days. You zipped up the bag and slung it over your shoulder, walking past him and out of the room and heading to the front door. He trailed after you, seeing that you were fully serious. Your throat and chest ached, but you refused to let him see you cry. You would wait until you pulled away.

Making your way to the front door, you slipped on your shoes, Creepers eyes on you.

“I’ll tell Steve to grab the rest of my stuff.”

That was all you gave him before you went out the front door, his eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked. He said nothing as he watched you, angry but knowing to just stay quiet. He would let you take your few days to calm down and then he would sit down and talk to you when you came back.

“Text me when you get there. So I know you’re safe.”

You didn’t respond and simply closed the driver-side door behind you, pulling out of the driveway, knowing you were going to block him for at least a week so you could begin healing. You needed to start fresh. Both for yourself and for your child.

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“She’s serious.”

Steve winced and nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, man. She wants me to take it to that storage place. She’ll keep it there until…”

Creeper knew the rest of the sentence. He didn’t have to say it.

“Until she finds were she’s gonna live.”

Steve nodded, hating the tension. Creeper shrugged, feigning indifference, but inside his heart was aching. He let the prospect in, silently carrying some bins with him to pack up the rest of your things. He disappeared into the room and Creeper sat down on the soda, pulling out his phone. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. It had been two days, and he hadn’t heard from you. He only knew you were ok because of Steve. You’d grown close to the prospect, trusted him. You saw him like a brother, and normally Creeper was thankful for it. Now he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy. He hadn’t heard anything from you, and he knew he was blocked based of his calls and messages being prevented from going through. He knew you had been upset about the way things had been, but he hadn’t thought you would actually leave him over it. He realized now that maybe he should have been more patient, more open to compromise. It had only been two days and already the house felt cold and bleak. You’d taken the warmth away with you.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there contemplating his actions and shortcomings, but it was long enough for Steve to be done, the last bin stacked up at the door. Creeper looked at him, anger that wasn’t directed at him.

“Look after her. Make sure she’s good. Let me know if anything happens.”

The Prospect nodded quickly, remembering that you had told him the exact opposite. He would help you. You were his friend after all.

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“Thank you, Steve.”

You wiped the sweat on your brow and so did the Prospect, the bins finally in your new bedroom. You were thankful for him. You wouldn’t have been able to get all of them into and out of the storage, then into the truck and into your new apartment if it weren’t for him. He’d been a godsend with this break up and you made sure to try and pay him handsomely for his help. He’d declined. So instead, you’d forced him to at least yet you pay him in fresh lemonade and soft pretzels, and he’d been inclined to concede. Now all had been brought in and you could finally start unpacking, thanks to him.

“I really appreciate you doing this more me, Steve. It means a lot. It wouldn’t taken me forever without your help. I would’ve had to get someone and I’m sure they would’ve taken all the money they could from me. I can’t thank you enough. This place will be good for us.”

The Prospect nodded, brows furrowed as he looked down at the floor.

“You keep saying ‘us’. Do you have a new boyfriend already?”

Your eyes widened, caught, but Steve interpreted your surprise as indignation. He began to backpedal immediately.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insinuate or anything. It’s none of my business anyway, I just noticed you said us a few times and I wondered if maybe you had found someone else and I didn’t want them to get upset that I was in here alone with you because you’re just my friend and I would never-“

“Steve.”

You silenced him with a hand and utterance of his name. You were already moved in and more or less set up. The unpacking you could do at your own pace, but the couch and bed were already assembled, the fridge on and stocked. You were good now. It didn’t matter if he found out.

“I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes bugging as he stared at you.

“And Creep just let you leave?”

You shook your head, eyes still on the prospect.

“He doesn’t know. I didn’t tell him.”

He nodded and looked like he could pass out. You felt bad and sighed, trying to ease him.

“You don’t have to keep it a secret. I wouldn’t put that on you. You don’t have to lie or hide things for me. I’m not trying to get you in trouble. I’m just telling you the truth. That’s why it was so important for you to help me with this and why I appreciate it so much. I needed to get back on my feet.”

He nodded, understanding, and looking a little less stressed now.

“It’s ok if you tell him. It won’t change anything.”

He nodded again and you smiled, pouring him another glass of lemonade for the road.

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“She’s what?”

Creepers eyes were on fire as he stared at the prospect. Steve shifted uncomfortably under Creeper’s gaze, as well as the others who looked just as shocked.

“Y-yeah. She’s not too far along. Like two months or something, I think. I don’t really know.”

His voice was small as he spoke, everyone looking at Creep now.

“And she knew when she left.”

He wasn’t really asking, but Steve nodded anyway.

“She said she needed to get back on her feet. Make sure she had a placed that was safe so she could start over.”

Steve’s words were like knives, even though he knew the prospect wasn’t trying to hurt him. Hank stood and tossed an arm around his shoulders.

“You did good helping her. Let’s get a drink.”

He walked them both into the clubhouse, leaving Creep, Bishop, Angel, and EZ outside. They stared at their brother, no one talking for a while.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

Creeper stood there motionless, unable to answer Angel’s question. It was Bishop who answered for him.

“He’s gonna get it the fuck together and go get his woman back. He’s gonna apologize, say that he was a fuckin’ idiot, that he wasn’t thinking, and it was a mistake to let her go, crawl on his hands and knees if he has to, and show her that she can count on him. That they both can. Whether she takes him back or not.”

Bishop took a long drag from his cigarette, eyes staring off into the distance as he felt his heart clench as he thought about his own late child.

“He’s gonna make sure he owns up to his mistakes and spend time with her, so he can be there for his kid and watch them grow up.”

His eyes landed back on Creeper then, his gaze stern.

“That’s what he’s gonna do.”

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[lostin-thesos]

Mami? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry

Neron "Creeper" Vargas x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You find our you’re pregnant in a fairly interesting way.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy symptoms (esp. vomiting), mentions and slight descriptions of anxiety/panic attack, slight language/cursing

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: No use of y/n or pronouns, but given the context they do have a uterus, but that is it. Oh and some feminine nicknames.

Multiple text notifications back-to-back were what woke you up. You still couldn’t figure out if it was your or Creeper’s phone.  In all honesty you did not have the energy to check. If it was important, they could wait a few more minutes. You felt your boyfriend’s side of the bed but found it empty. Another round a ‘pings’ caused you to groan because it was your phone. You blindly searched for it on your bedside table and sleepily checked who was blowing up your phone so early.

The answer was the bar girls groupchat. They were all talking about today’s plans to make tamales. It had been decided that it would be fun to have at Nail’s baby shower. You were getting together today so they would be ready for the party tomorrow. This was the first time they were doing something like this and needless to say a few of the girls were excited. Right now, you were somewhat regretting agreeing to help. Only because you hated being woken up this early. It was a small price to pay to ensure that the tamales would finish cooking at a decent hour. According to the texts everyone was already at the clubhouse, except you and Jess. This info had you scrambling out of bed and frantically getting dressed. You sent a quick reply saying you’d be there in a bit and headed to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.

Creeper was watching in the living room eating a niño envuelto (Mexican Swiss roll) with his coffee. As quietly as you could, you crept up to him to try and grab his food. Just as you were reaching to grab it, he shoved the rest in his mouth. You playfully smacked his arm and called him a cabrón. He huffed before silently lifting his coffee to offer you a sip. The second the smell hit your nose a wave of nausea washed over you. You gagged a little before covering your nose and backed away from the couch. Neron was quick to move the cup away and placed it on the coffee table.

He apologized. “Shit. Sorry, Mami. I forgot coffee has been messing with you.”

After you no longer felt like puking, you reassured him. “It’s okay, babe, really. I didn’t even get sick this time.”

You squeezed his shoulder before heading to the kitchen to find some breakfast. You felt him watching you to make sure that you were actually good. His concern was comforting and valid because recently your nose had been extra sensitive. All it took was a decent whiff of certain odors to send you running to the bathroom. This sensitivity seemed to pop up out of nowhere and you were hoping it would pass soon.

Once your cinnamon tea was finished brewing, you joined Neron in the living room. You sat on the opposite end and stretched out to rest your feet on one of his thighs. Instinctively his arm came off the back of the couch and loosely grabbed your ankle. His thumb absently rubbed the patch of skin above your socks, while you sat there eating and lightly chatting. You filled him in on how the girls woke you up and needed you at the clubhouse asap. He snorted at their impatience and agreed to leave once breakfast was over. His shift at the junkyard started soon anyway so it was fine. All too soon breakfast was cleaned up, you finished getting ready and headed out.

Creeper’s bike slowed to a stop in its usual spot outside the clubhouse and you removed your arms from around him. He helped you get off, though it was not necessary at this point in your relationship, but it still made your heart flutter. It was the little things that made you feel the most loved. You put your helmet in his saddlebag and grabbed your bag that had some spatulas that were perfect for spreading masa, as well as your usual stuff. Neron, who had slung his work shirt on already, waited until you were situated before pulling you in for a quick kiss. You exchanged “love yous” and you fixed his collar before finally starting to make your way toward the clubhouse. Neron softly smacked your butt as you walked away. You turned back to him in fake shock, all he did in return is wink at you and headed toward the junkyard office.

You enter the clubhouse through the side door and went straight to the small kitchen hidden there. It was alive with chatter and the clattering of dishes as everyone made sure everything was almost ready. There was also music coming from a small speaker somebody bought. True to the group text they were all here although some not looking too happy about being up so early; Letty mostly. A quick survey let you know that the corn husks were already soaking and the meat was cooked, which were the arguably the most time consuming in terms of prep. Everyone was scattered around cooking the chili sauces, preparing the masa, and dicing cheese. There was a table set up in the middle where you would all prepare the tamales. It gave you an odd sense of déjà vu and stirred up memories of a similar scene in your grandma’s kitchen when you were younger.

You made your way over to Letty, who was finishing up the green chili, to ask if she needed help. She just held up a spoon to taste if the green chili was ready The small taste you took was honestly perfect, it wasn’t too spicy that it would overwhelm your taste buds but it had the necessary kick. You told her as such and excused yourself to go put your bag down and wash your hands. Jess and another girl were working the bar right now, since someone needed to be there to help the prospect. Small greetings were exchanged before you returned to the kitchen.

Hope was moving all the different bowls to the table when you walked in. You were quick to help her set them up in a way that you could work like an assembly line. This was proven to be the most efficient way. She sent you a thankful smile in return. Once everything was set up, you all stood around the table ready to begin, Letty delegating specific duties to each of you. The pairs were you and Sofia on masa spreading, Hope and Nails were on adding the fillings, which left her and Cielo on folding and adding to the pot. As you were about to start scooping when Nails spoke up.

“Wait. Before we start, I gotta ask. Neither one of you is pregnant, right?” She asked gesturing to you and Sofia.

It got impossibly quiet in the small kitchen. To say you were all surprised by her question is an understatement. Why was it relevant? You glanced at the others and saw that they looked just as confused as you. The silence was slowly becoming unbearable. Sure, you were close to these girls but normally you worked up to talking about your sex lives. You didn’t know what to do or say so you just started awkwardly laughing. Sofia joined in but you both stopped when you saw the serious look on Nail’s face. Oh, she really wanted to know.

“Maybe I should explain.”

“Yeah, that would be helpful.” Letty muttered.

“The reason I asked is because of an old superstition my abuela used to tell us about. She always said that pregnant women under no circumstances should touch the masa. They can help but the masa is off-limits. There’s something about being pregnant that causes masa to not cook for some reason. I don’t know much about it,” She paused letting us process. “I know it’s a silly wives’ tale but I figured it is better to be safe, ya know?”

Another silence filled the room while you took in what she said. Again, you were at a loss for words, but the more you thought about it, you kind of remember your grandma saying something similar when she hosted the annual tamalada (tamale-making party). You didn’t pay much attention then because you were young, and thought there was no way it could be true.

“Oh please. For all we know this could just be a rumor some pregnant lady started so she didn’t have to help.” Letty argued.

“I know that, but it feels safer asking. Just in case,” Nails reiterated.

Letty just rolled her eyes and held her hands up. “Whatever.”

You were quick to try and cut any remaining tension. For whatever reason lately Letty had been bitchier than usual, with everyone. When anyone tried to ask her about it should would just mutter “I’m fine” or “fuck off” before walking away. Hope speculated that it was boy trouble on your double date last week.

“Well in any case. I know for sure I am not. EZ and I are not quite there yet.” Sofia commented. She was semi-new to your group since she had just started talking to EZ. She and Nails have been friends for awhile as well.

“Yeah. Creeper and I are safe every time. Not even sure we are ready for a kid.” You assured Nails with a smile. If you learned anything growing up is that there was some truth to old superstitions. “Now let’s get started or we will be here all day.”

Once that was settled, the work began with some light chatter. It didn’t take long for a system to develop where Hope filled your husks and Nails filled Sofia’s. No topic was considered off-limits given how connected most of your lives were. You dished out a fair amount of dirt about your old men, coworkers, and even rude strangers. Although you still couldn’t get Letty to spill on what has been going on with her. Which was understandable she was the youngest of the group, not to mention that her dad’s girlfriend was here. Laughter filled the room after a story about how Neron claimed you were cheating the last time you played Loteria with your nieces and nephews; he was just upset he kept losing. You may have disclosed that some of the cards went “missing” when he was close to winning.

After the first bowl was empty and the first batch was on the stove to steam. It was unanimous decision that it was time for lunch. A timer was set but it felt irresponsible to leave the pot unattended, so a small group was sent to go pick up food. The once noisy kitchen had gone silent as you all munched on your food. There was not much you could do now, so unlike this morning there was no rush. It was nice and in a weird way took you back to making them with your family before you moved. In some way these girls here were your family. Why else would you be making tamales out of season for a baby shower?

Someone’s hand grabbing your burrito from behind made you jump. An arm wrapping around your waist told you it was Neron. Although, you could not relax because before you knew what was happening, he pulled your food out of your grasp and taking a bite. A small gasp left your mouth at his blasphemous actions. How dare he still your food. You may love him, but sharing your food was testing that love.

“Oh, so now you wanna share food?” You joked turning around to face him, snatching your food back.

All he did was grunt in agreement as he also took a sip of your soda.

“Aye, Güey. Get your own!” You bleated swatting his hands away.

He tightened his grip around your waist before kissing the crease between your brows. You felt your face soften almost instantly. His lips were so damn soft. He held eye contact as he took another sip of your drink. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he set the cup down.

“Is that root beer?”

You nodded your head in answer. “Why?”

“Nothing, just curious. Anyways I came over to tell you my shift is over and I’m gonna hit a meeting.”

You nodded your head in understanding. You were proud of him and his dedication to staying sober. His presence clued you in that he wasn’t here just to inform of this; he would’ve just sent a text. He was here for a good-bye kiss. It was routine in your relationship given how dangerous his life could be. You just wanted to see if he would ask for it or not.

“Okay. Depending how this batch goes, we might be done soon. I’ll probably stay and work the bar, if you are going to come back after.” You told him, walking with him toward the back door.

“Sounds good. Let me know if anything changes, kay?”

“Will do. Love you, chulo.” You cooed, draping your arms around the back of his neck. His hands rested on hips and pulled you closer. You didn’t move to kiss him, you kind of wanted him to ask. A playfully smirk made its way on your face as you raised your eyebrows challenging him He sighed and placed his forehead on yours; partially because he did not like being called chulo in public. Not enough to ask you to stop, he just knew his brothers would rag on him if they heard.

“Love you too, mamas. Dame un beso,” He whispered. This was one of the few phrases in Spanish he pronounced perfectly.

You were quick to peck his plush lips for longer than necessary. The kisses were just that much sweeter whenever he asked in Spanish. A round of whoops and hollers from the kitchen broke you too apart. Heat slowly spread across your face. You had forgotten there was other people here. You flipped the girls off and gave Neron one last kiss.

The girls were still giggling when you returned. You just rolled your eyes at them and tried to finish your lunch. Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten two bites in when Hope called your name. Something was bothering her and she was not sure how to bring it up. She was playing with her fingers and avoiding eye contact. This caused a knot to form in your stomach. You swallowed your food and waited for her to continue.

“Since when do you like root beer?” She finally asked after what felt like forever.

It was a valid question, that you for some reason could not answer. There was no clear reason. Most of them knew of your distaste for root beer. Yet here you were willingly drinking it. So, you just shrug your shoulders before answering.

“Don’ t know. I’ve just had a hankering for it recently.” As if to further prove your point, you took another drink.

“Hankering?” Letty snorted, “You sure you aren’t pregnant?”

You all but chocked on your drink at her joke. Again, it took you a bit to compose yourself as the weight of her words fully hit you. Logically you knew she was just messing around, but that did not stop the wheels from turning in your head. Could you be pregnant? There were definitely a few signs that pointed to yes. To say that you and Neron had a healthy sex life would be an understatement. But that did not erase the fact that you were safe every single time. Sure, there was a couple of times where you forgot to take your birth control or were in too much of a rush to wrap it. But it rarely happened.

Before you could spiral to deep, a small ‘umm guys’ from Sofia pulled you out of your thoughts. All your heads snapped to look at her… standing by the now open pot… checking on the tamales. Sofia’s wide eyes and furrowed brows, told you something wasn’t right. But there was no way that it could be what you thought it was. Your palms immediately started to sweat as she opened and shut her mouth a few times.

“So uhh. The masa for some of these doesn’t seem to be cooking right. “It might be nothing, but…” She trailed off.

You felt your stomach drop and anxiety wash over you. This triggered bile to rise in your throat, and you ran to the bathroom with your hand covering your mouth. Clearly God or whatever higher power out there was playing a cruel joke on you. After getting acquainted with the club porcelain, all that could be heard was you repeatedly mumbling ‘no,no,no,no,no”. This could not be happening, this wasn’t real. You couldn’t be pregnant, not right now. Right? There was only one way to find out for sure.

You rinsed your mouth and wiped the small tears away before heading back to the kitchen. Careful not to make any eye contact with whatever members were in the main area. The last thing you needed was one of them to bother you and then tell Creeper. The girls were sporting grim looks when you re-entered. You noticed that Cielo was missing from your little group. Before you could ask, Hope told you that she went to go get a test.

*

Waiting for the stupid test was the longest two minutes of your life. You sat on the closed toilet seat with your head in your hands, unable to stop the erratic bouncing of your leg. All you could do was think about how there were multiple signs, but you chose to brush them off. How could you be so blind? How did this even happen? Well, you knew how, but still. You had no idea what you were going to do if it was positive. Also, where did Neron stand on the whole subject? This wasn’t exactly a topic you two discussed at length. Having kids was always a ‘maybe one day’ scenario to you, and it was starting to look like one day might be here. No. You needed to find out before you started to panic. Which is easier said than done.

The sound of your phone’s timer going off pulled you out of your head. This was it, the moment that could change your life forever. With shaking hands you grabbed the stick off the counter and then closed your eyes. After taking a deep breath, you finally looked at the test in your hands. Pregnant.

Tears welled in your eyes and a flood of conflicting emotions hit you. You gingerly placed a hand over your stomach unable to fully wrap your head around everything. It was like you were trapped in a dream and nightmare at the same time, but there was no waking up from it. You stayed in the bathroom a little while longer to regulate your emotions.

Nails was guarding the broken bathroom door to make sure no one interrupted. All it took was for you making eye contact for her to know. She was literally in your position a few months ago. She understood the emotions you were feeling, how close you were to spiraling. No words were needed as she pulled you into a hug, softly rubbing your back. The pressure of her belly oddly comforting. And thankfully you were calmer once you pulled apart. The clubhouse was definitely not the place to try to deal with this news. You thanked her as you walked back to the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Angel send you guys a questioning look.

“Lady troubles.”

“Mind your business.”

You replied at the same time.

The girls swarmed you the second you stepped foot in the kitchen. It was expected because they were almost just as anxious as you.

“Who knew that masa superstition was correct?” Hope joked trying to break the tension.

“Hope!” You exclaimed before laughing.

“I’m just saying.”

You all laughed about it and tried to get the day back on track. The plan was to let the “baby batch” steam longer and see if they cooked. There was still some masa left so you guys could make more if needed, you and Hope would switch tasks.

You left the clubhouse a little while later. Cielo refused to let you stay and work behind the bar like you normally would. Conversations thankfully did not revolve around your newfound situation for too long. The girls were more excited for Nails’ baby shower, and making sure everything was ready. Creeper eventually returned to pick you up so you guy could have dinner together. Giving him some excuse on why you didn’t want to stay.

Exhaustion hit as soon as you walked through the door. Today had been a lot and it wasn’t even over yet. You planted yourself face down on the sofa after turning on a random movie. Creeper had dropped you off to go pick up the food you ordered, which gave you some much needed alone time. Despite how brief it would be. It gave you just enough time to start processing the fact that there was life growing inside you. The initial panic had seemingly run its course, but you were still unsure how you felt overall. Is this something you actually want? Would Neron want this too? Are you guys even ready for kids yet? You also wondered what it would be like to have a mini version of you and Neron running around. Picturing what they might look like and who they took after most. If you were to have it, would you guys be good parents?

 It was a lot to think about, and now there was a deadline, which made every answer that much more crucial. You also had to decide when and how to tell your boyfriend; that was step one. Though that was not going to happen until you knew how you felt.

The rumble of Creep’s bike pulling into the driveway caused you to finally sit up. No need to worry him right as he walked in. A wave of panic washed over you again, but you shook it off. What if he figured it out? What if… Before you had more time to get in your own head, the front door was unlocked.

“I’m back,” Neron gruffly greeted as he slipped off his kutte and boots leaving them by the door.

He kissed your temple before plopping down next to you and placing the takeout on the coffee table. Silence filled the space between you as you two ate. No words were needed for the time being. You were busy pretending to be invested in the movie currently playing. It was entertaining enough and allowed you to relax for the first time today.

“So how was the rest of your day, mamas?” Creep asked. How true that nickname was now.

You tensed up slightly at this, you just hoped he didn’t notice. You took a second to think about how to answer. This wasn’t the time to tell him you decided.

“Oh, uhh well. It was,” you paused pretending to think of the right word. “Interesting.”

He hummed in response and waited for you to continue. You told him about some of the pregnancy stories Nails had imparted on the group throughout the day. It felt like you were cutting it a little close, but for now it was the only option.

*

One week. You have managed to keep the secret from Creep for one week. It wasn’t so much a secret as it was just trying to figure out what you wanted. Fortunately, a little trick of vaporub under the nose, that Nails told you about, kept your morning sickness at bay for the most part. Unfortunately, now that you knew the pregnancy symptoms hit you full force, you didn’t know what was worse: fatigue or mood swings. It was definitely the mood swings. Everything was okay one minute the next you were either crying or angry beyond belief. You could tell it was getting to Creep as well and it was probably about time to rip the band aid off. That and because you did not know how much longer you could keep this to yourself.

It happened one night as you two were eating dessert in the living room. You were sitting next to each other, but you might as well been in separate rooms with how tense it was. You had gotten snippy with him earlier so the only sounds were your chewing and the game he was watching. You knew you weren’t being fair by giving him the silent treatment, but you didn’t care. Your secret was now creating distance between the two of you and it was time to do something about it. You just did not know how to start this conversation. It turns out your mouth knew though.

“Neron, we got to talk,” you started setting your food down. “Do you remember last week when I told you tamale making had been interesting?” You turned to face him.

“Yeah,” he replied mimicking you, sensing that this was important. Hoping you were finally going to tell him what has been bothering you. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t figure it out. Which was surprising because normally he could read you like a book.

You took a deep breath and waited for him to make eye contact. It was now or never.

“Guapo, I’m pregnant,” you confessed.

He did not react for a couple of seconds; all he did was drop his gaze to your stomach than back to your eyes. The look of bewilderment on his face might have been adorable in any other situation. But before you could start to panic, he nodded his head a couple of times.

“You’re right mami, that is interesting. How are you feeling? Have you thought about what you want to do?” He asked clearly interested in the answer.

“I’m still not sure, honestly,” you shrug in response. “I’ve been spending the last week trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. But I wanted to tell you, see how you felt.” You bit your bottom lip.

He reached to smooth it with his thumb, before cupping your cheek. His brown eyes bore into yours and held nothing but adoration, tenderness, and love. A smile creeping its way on his face.

“I mean I’m not opposed to the idea. It’s kinda like you said, a lot to process, but I am here for you. I will support your decision either way, okay?”

You nodded as tears welled in your eyes. How did you get so lucky to find someone so supportive. You just wanted to kiss him, and you did. You surged forward and planted your lips on his, cupping the back of his head. He pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around you. The kiss was desperate and passionate. It was like you were trying to pour all your stress, anxiety, hope, and trust into it, while he was soaking it up and reassuring you that everything was okay.

“You don’t gotta cry, baby. We’re alright. Everything will be okay.” He reassured you after you pulled apart. “What do say we sleep on it and talk about it more tomorrow? Huh?”

You wiped your eyes and nodded.

“Sounds good.”

“Shoulda fucking figured it out sooner, with how crazy you’ve been acting.” He teased.

“Shut up.” You laughed smacking his arm. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. You snuggled closer and returned your attention back to the tv. The weight on your shoulders felt lighter already and you trusted that Creep was right. It was going to be okay. No matter what you choose to do, as long as you had each other.

A/N: fun fact this idea has been mulling around my brain for a few years now and I finally got a round to finishing it. In the earlier drafts reader was Angel and Ez’s little sister… So thanks for taking the time to read it. Comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING PUBLISHED ELSEWHERE!!

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You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader x Neron `Creeper´ Vargas | Part 2

Seeing the outside of the Mayans’ clubhouse instead of the Teller-Morrow workshop was strange. It was as strange as not recognising any of the voices you heard inside. Today was the third day since you arrived in Santo Padre, and everything felt odd yet. Nevertheless, the sensation was healing at the same time, if that made any sense at all. The creak of the door opening was the distraction you needed to take your mind off things.

“The bathroom guy”, you said as greeting.

“The bathroom chick”, he responded. “What are you doing outside?”

“I don’t want to bother you”, you replied. “You have done enough inviting me here. And offering me a beer.”

“There are just a bunch of drunks inside telling stupid stories and laughing out loud. You won’t bother anyone with your presence.”

“So, this is not a plan to know if I’m some kind of spy or something like that?”, you asked him. “I've noticed you had been following me”.

“You’re so perceptive”, he acknowledged. “We needed to be sure of your intentions. Not every day Happy leaves his Old Lady here”. 

“I’m not his Old Lady”, you answered back. “Happy is just… somebody I can trust. And I’m not interested in your club or your business at all. I was just sightseeing.”

“Yeah, we know”, he nodded. “You’ve made us ride all over the damn city.”

You laughed slightly and took a sip of your beer.

“It’s a nice place”.

“It is. Where are you staying?”

“In a shitty motel”, you said. “Everything except that place is nice.”

It was his turn to laugh, but the sound of breaking glass inside caught your attention for a few seconds. Probably, it would be just some beer or bottle.

“May I?”, he asked you, referring to the wooden bench you were sitting on.

“A biker with manners. Santo Padre continues surprising me”, you added ironically as he shook his head and sat next to you.

“I was trying to impress you.”

“I’m gonna need something more to be impressed”, you replied. “I like bathroom guy, but is there any other name?

“Creeper. You?”.

“Y/N. Is real name or club’s name?”

“Nickname”, he said. “Maybe one day you’re lucky enough to know the real one.”

“So mysterious. I’ll wait till that day.”

Without much more to add, you took another sip of your beer while Creeper made himself comfortable on the bench. Some time ago, having a conversation like that with a Mayan would have been impossible, but now that there was peace between them and the Sons, you didn’t feel threatened at all.

“Don’t you want to come back inside?”

“I’m tired”, he said.

“Are you really that old?”, you mocked.

“I mean, like, physically tired”, he rectified, rubbing his left shoulder. “It’s recent. Still hurts sometimes.”

“What was?”

“A bullet”, he simply said. You didn’t need to know more details either. “Anyway, I think I’ll call it a night. I could give you a ride to your shitty motel.”

“And once there are you gonna ask me if you can come in?”

“It’s an invitation?”, he asked back.

“You wish”, you smirked. “But I’m gonna accept your first offer.”

The motel wasn’t that far from the city centre, but the club was far from everything. Adding that it was late, you couldn’t refuse his proposition. You got on Creeper’s bike behind him, unsure of where to put your hands. Inevitably, Happy came to your mind. You didn’t have any hesitation in embrace him every time he took you for a ride, but this was different.

“I’m not gonna bit you”, Creeper told you.

“You won’t?”

“I won’t.”

You smiled again and, this time, you put your arms around his waist. Seconds later, Creeper started the engine. You liked him. He was nice and you had enjoyed your short conversation. Maybe it was because you hadn’t spoken to almost anyone for the last three days, but you were still pleased.

“You were right. This is a shitty motel”, Creeper said after stopping the bike in front of your destination.

“And it’s even worst inside.”

“Is this a second invitation? You are relentless, Y/N”.

“I think you are the only suggesting it all the time”, you replied, trying to hold back a smile. “But if you want it that bad, maybe you can come inside for a beer”.

“I don’t drink. I’m on the wagon”, he said, which actually was pretty surprising for you. All the bikers you knew were fucking alcoholics. “Maybe some coffee?”

“Do you really think I have a coffee machine in there?”

“Fine. A glass of water. It’s my last offer.”

“Done.”

The room had an old simple bed, a table with two weak chairs, a mini fridge, and a small bathroom. That was most of its furniture.

“This is full of shit. They should pay you for sleep in here.”

“Of course, keep laughing. I would love to see the palace where you live.”

“Now you are inviting yourself to my house?”, he asked, ironically. “You go too fast, Y/N.”

“Fuck you”, you said while throwing him a bottle of water from the mini fridge and then sitting in the vacant chair. “Do you mind if I drink? Or it’s uncomfortable for you?”

“I’m not used to that question. But it’s okay. I don’t mind”, he said, so you opened your beer and took a sip.

“Why did you quit drinking? If I may ask”.

“I had no self-control. And I didn’t like the person alcohol was turning me into. So, I quit”, he explained. “I still go to the meetings anyways. It helps me”.

“That’s brave”, you acknowledged. “But I know you are strong enough to stand your ground.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“But I have great intuition”, you told him. “And maybe you have already impressed me.”

Your words made him smile. And you liked that smile Creeper somehow tried to hide. It seemed completely genuine. However, you felt like changing the subject to a less profound one.

“You always do this with the girls you wanna hook up with?”, you asked him, shameless. “You know, take them home, talk that much…”

“How are you so sure I want to fuck you?”

“Intuition. Again”.

“So, if you knew my intentions, why did you let me in?”

“I was curious about what your next move could be.”

By his gaze and his sly smile, you knew he had taken it as a challenge. You were even more sure when he stood up and positioned himself in front of you. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the forearms to put you on your feet too.

“It’s a good move?”

“It could be worst”, you replied, attempting to goad him.

Abruptly, Creeper grabbed you by the bum and put you on the table. That way he could place himself between your legs while just a few inches separated your faces. Instead of kissing you, which was what you were expecting, he chose to brush his lips against your ear.

“I've taken you home because I’m a nice guy. And I've talked that much because I've really enjoyed our conversation”, he muttered in a deeper voice than before. “But you're right, I want to fuck you. And I could do it right now, right here, but I'd break this table. And then the bed, too.”

“What are you suggesting?”, was the only thing you could say. You had to admit that this was a really good move. It was that good that you were breathless.

“Get out of here. Take you to my place.”

“I’d like that”.

“I know, babe.”

When you were on his bike this time, you put your hands around him and under his kutt, trying to feel his body over his t-shirt. You didn’t imagine the night would end like this, but you didn’t regret it either. At least not yet.

Creeper’s house was nice. And everything was tidy, something not all the MC members could say about his home. You barely exchanged a few sentences before he reached out to you. And after a few seconds, you took his hand. Now you were close enough to finally kiss each other. His lips movement was slow and sweet, so it was his touch, but it was a mutual decision to speed up. When Creeper put his hands on your bottom and lifted you off the ground, you put your legs around his waist. That way, it was quite easy for him to carry you to his dorm.

Between kisses and caresses, you took off your clothes until both of you were completely naked on the sheets.

“You were right”, you said. “You’re place is better”.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer”, he responded while slowly rubbing his dick against your entrance. You couldn’t help but bit your lower lip aware of what was going to happen. And once he was finally inside, it was impossible for you to hold back a moan.

You couldn’t say whether you preferred it rough or soft because that was bullshit. The most important thing was that it felt good. And Creeper made clear he knew what he was doing. And you were pretty sure of yourself, too.

Between the things you had learnt living among bikers, it was the fact that some of them looked like merciless criminals but were actually beautiful people, while others looked like honest men but were fucking pricks. Creeper was in the first group. He talked during sex and not only to say dirty things but to ask if you were good and how did you like it more. His hands caressed your body sweetly but firmly at the same time and he made sure that you got your orgasm too. Definitely, he was a great shag.

After a few minutes to catch your breaths, still naked and lying on the bed, Creeper offered you a cigarette.

“I’m Neron, by the way.”

“So, you wait till the after sex to confess your real name?”, you asked, ironically.

“Shut the fuck up”, he smirked. “Do you want to stay for the night?”

“I’m not used to this.”

“To fuck a guy you barely know?”

“To sleep with them after sex”, you pointed out.

“We don’t have to sleep cuddled together. And I’m not gonna make you my wife tomorrow morning”, he said. “I just think this is better than your shitty motel. But it’s your choice. Do as you want, babe.”

You didn’t want to come back to your motel room at all. But it was strange to sleep with someone that wasn’t Happy. As he hooked up with other chicks, you did it too with other guys when you felt like that. But neither of you ever slept with them. The thing was, Happy wasn’t there. And you wanted to stop thinking about him and start thinking about what you really wanted.

“Okay. I’ll stay tonight.”

*

You weren’t expecting that. When you first moved to Santo Padre to have some time for yourself, you weren’t looking for another tattooed good-looking biker with a kutt to replace Happy. And yet you were in Creeper’s place, spending another night with him.

After your first time, he gave you his phone number arguing that you might want to give him a call while you were in Santo Padre. And after a month in the town, you actually did it quite a lot. Creeper was such a nice guy and he wasn’t only available to bang, but also to have dinner, take a coffee or give you a ride. Anyway, it was with him with who you spend the time, not with his entire club. You weren’t part of the Mayans and definitely it was better not to spread the rumour that a SAMCRO’s chick was hanging out with Mayans now.

Creeper’s eyes were on you as your fingertips outlined his tattoos, but your mind was somewhere else. A chest covered in ink was familiar to you, but at the same time it was completely strange. You knew by heart every single tattoo Happy had on his body and now you were afraid of not being able to touch them again.

“These scar tattoos look so real.”

“It still surprises me how fucking funny you are”, he responded, ironically, making you smile.

“How is your shoulder?”

“Better every day”.

“I’m glad”, you said before laying your head on his chest and taking a deep breath. You felt his hand caress your bared back and you made yourself more comfortable on his bed. “Do you ever think about this life? If any of this makes sense?”

“What do you mean?”

“I came here running away from this life. It hurt to stay, but not being there hurts even more”, you confessed. “I realized I can’t stay away from it. I don’t want to stay away.”

“It’s a fuck-up life, but this kutt is the best ever happened to me. Everything I ever wanted”, Creeper said. You loved that about him. The fact that, if you gave him the opportunity, he was able to share a great amount of deep thoughts. “My brothers, they are my family, and I’d do anything for them no matter what.”

“I live, I die, I kill for my club”, you mumbled.

“What is that?”

“A tattoo.”

“Haven't seen it.”

“It's not mine. It's someone else's.”

“Your man's, right?”, he asked. “The man you love.”

“How do you know that I…?”

“I’m a good listener. And a good observer too”, he answered. “And you talk about Happy more than you think.”

Suddenly, your face was deadly serious, and a slight feeling of sadness had grown inside your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”, he questioned. “I knew since almost the beginning what this was, as I knew you were good with it too. And sex had been great, but I also enjoyed our conversations. Being able to talk to someone feels good.”

“I know. It’s been good for me too.”

Despite not feeling as bad as a few moments ago, you weren’t in the mood to lay naked on Creeper’s chest anymore, so you opted for sit cross-legged while covering yourself with the sheets.

“I’m not sure what’s the matter between you two, but all men I know on this side just want to stay close to his brothers and have a good Old Lady to come back to every night.”

“Not all men”, you pointed out.

“Bullshit”, he growled. “Even those who think they don’t, they do. The hoes and the booze are great, but we all need someone who cares about us. Someone to put some light in the middle of the darkness.”

“That’s what you want?”, you asked him. And surprisingly, Creeper had no misgivings before answering.

“Hell yeah”, he said. “When the time comes. I’m in no hurry.”

You smiled at him slightly, taking your hand to his cheek and caressing it gently.

“You’ll do”, you assured him. “You are one of the good ones, Neron.”

Creeper smirked and enjoyed your sweet attention for a few moments more before changing the topic again.

“So? What are you gonna do?”

You thought the answer carefully. Deep in your heart you knew what the correct decision was, and most important, you knew what you really wanted to do. The time for reflection was over, and the moment to face the truth and make decisions had arrived.

“I may go home”, you said. “I need to solve it, whatever the end.”

←Part 1 // Part 3 →

[cloveroctobers]

PART iii.

Here you’ll find all works written during the final month of the year for 2023 🌲🗻🧣🛷

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉…𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝒸𝑒?

ISAIAH HOWARD > Love More = Goosebumps (2023)

EVAN “BUCK” BUCKLEY > New Years Yet? = 911 on abc

MICHAEL “MIKEY” BERZATTO > Purple snowflakes = The Bear

NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS > Greatest Gift = Mayans MC

SETH CLEARWATER > Best Damn thing = Twilight (2008)

5 Days of X-MAS started: Dec. 11th 2023 — Dec. 31st 2023

FEBRUARY FLUFF! 2024 ♡

1. EVERGREEN > Carmy Berzatto = The Bear

2. SOLDIER OF LOVE > Manny x Happy Lowman = Mayans MC + SOA

3. I LOVE YOU > Juice Ortiz = Sons of Anarchy

4. LOVE IS BLIND > Matt Casey, Brian “Otis” Zvonecek, Kelly Severide, & Joe Cruz = Chicago Fire

[drabbles-mc]

Heatwave

Part of the Creeper Vargas Wolfpack Universe

Inspired by Day 11 of the August Prompts: popsicle

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Getting this done with 10 minutes left in the day says everything you need to know about me lmao. I’ve missed writing for the Wolfpack. Creeper and his chaotic children bring me so much joy.

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It was sweltering at the scrapyard. The guys were doing the bare minimum for their yard shifts for the day, for most of the week if they were being honest, and the clubhouse was basically at a complete standstill. Intense heat, no breeze, no real shade. All the guys were moving at half speed if they were moving at all. Everything was quiet, and still.

Except for the three children that were booking it across the lot in front of the clubhouse. The twins were hot on Brandon’s heels as they all sprinted after each other again. At first it started off as the three of them racing, but it had since disintegrated into just the two girls chasing after their brother and trying to catch up to him. They were close a couple times, but he was just a little taller, just a little faster. He barely kept out of their reach but they hadn’t taken him down yet.

Kids never seemed affected by much. Freezing pool water, searing heat, pouring rain, none of it mattered. Any condition was perfect for them as long as they decided that they wanted to do something. Sweat was running down their foreheads and cheeks as they laughed, happily yelling after each other.

Creeper was watching the three of them from the deck of the clubhouse. Truly, he wanted to be sitting inside. But he wasn’t going to leave them out in the heat unsupervised except for Angel and EZ, which in his book was still basically them being unsupervised. He was sitting still, in the shade, and he could still feel the sweat on the small of his back. He wondered when the kids were finally going to run out of steam, if they were going to run out of steam.

“Good thing they haven’t made their way to the cage,” Bishop said with a chuckle as he exited the clubhouse, a beer in one hand for himself, a water bottle in the other for Creeper.

He chuckled as he gladly accepted the offering, “Brandon wouldn’t stand a chance,” Creeper shook his head, “He might be faster than his sisters, but Alex and Ava,” he exhaled sharply, “I love them but they got a little bit of devil in ‘em. They get it from their mother,” a smirk curled the end of his mouth.

Bishop watched the way that Creeper watched his children. So few people figured how to strike the balance between club and family. But somehow, he managed, even with a pack of children on his heels. Bishop admired it, envied it too, and didn’t know how to pay a compliment. So, he kept his mouth shut.

“Do they ever stop?” Bishop asked, knowing the answer already.

Creeper laughed, “Fuck no,” he shook his head, “Still haven’t figured out how to get ‘em to slow down. Just gotta let them,” he gestured to the sprints they were doing after one another, “tire themselves out.”

Just as the three of them were about to take off on another chase, the clubhouse door swung open. No one really paid any mind to it until they heard the unmistakable sound of Chucky’s whistling. Creeper and Bishop both looked over their shoulders at the man in question, wondering what he was up to. What was more curious, though, was that the sound got all three of the kids to stop in their tracks. They all whipped towards the sound, smiles breaking out over their faces as they ran over towards Chucky instead of after each other.

Bishop nodded towards the cluster of them, smiling, “That seems to do it.”

Creeper held his hand up, “Give it a second.”

All of the kids were laughing, greeting their Uncle Chucky. The title still got the cheesiest grin out of the man every single time one of them said it. It didn’t matter that he heard it over and over again from them every single time they stopped by the clubhouse, didn’t lose its luster even when Creeper would use it in passing to let him know that, “The kids are coming to see their Uncle Chucky next week.” It always warmed his heart, always made him feel a little more at home.

“Can we hook up the hose, Uncle Chucky?” Ava batted her big brown eyes at him, the same way she did whenever she wanted to get her father to cave to her wants, “Please?”

Chucky would’ve said yes in a heartbeat, but he also knew it wasn’t his call. He looked over his shoulder and saw Creeper and Bishop both shaking their heads no. They knew how quickly the water situation would get out of control with the three of them. And, while Chucky didn’t like being the one to actually tell them no, he knew that he could soften the blow.

He motioned for the three of them to follow him, “Come with me.”

All of them looked curious, nosey as they followed Chucky back towards the clubhouse and up the steps. Creeper looked over to them, “Where you guys goin’?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex waved him off with a slick little grin.

Creeper was shaking his head as the door shut behind the crew of them and he turned to look over at Bishop, “See? Little devils, all of them.”

There were a few minutes of silence from inside the clubhouse. Silence from the kids either meant that they were asleep, or that they were getting into something. And Creeper knew that naps were out of the question with all of the excitement going on around them.

Standing up out of his chair, he was about to walk over to the door and peek in to see what they were getting into. Before he even took his first step, though, the door flung open again and all three of the kids came racing down the streps, popsicles in their hands. They were laughing, each of their faces already streak with different colored dyes based on the flavors they’d chosen. Creeper burst into laughter, shaking his head as they resumed chasing each other, only they were all moving just a little slower for the sake of saving their treats.

The door opened a second time, much slower than when Brandon had practically kicked it open moments before. Chucky emerged holding two popsicles in one hand, and one in the other. He held the hand with two out, silently prompting each of the men to take one for themselves.

“It’s very hot out,” Chucky commented when the men hesitated.

Bishop shrugged, not able to argue the point as he took one for himself, “Yea, it is.”

Creeper was still smiling and shaking his head, “Now those kids are never gonna stop.”

“Why not?” Chucky asked, popsicle halfway to his mouth.

Creeper held up the one he was holding, “These will keep them going. All the sugar,” he shrugged, “It’s fine. They’ll sleep good tonight.”

Chucky looked confused, “They’re sugar-free.”

Both men turned and looked at him, “What?”

He shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “It’s better for them.”

Creeper laughed, nodding, “Thanks, Uncle Chucky.”

He smiled, nodding as he headed towards the steps to go back to the front office, “I accept that.”

[ficnation]

Shadow of a Broken Heart - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: Losing someone you love exposes the darkest side of what your friend is capable of. A broken heart opens a path for a twisted mind.

Word count: 1,4k+

Pairing: Platonic! Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; mentioned! Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pure angst

A/n: Another angsty piece for EZ because I’m never forgiving him for what he did to Neron. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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A tense and heated silence fills the vehicle, your breathing deep and steady as you stare at the trailer ahead. Your knuckles are tight and white, your grip on the gun firm. With each breath, the weight of your grief and your need for vengeance grows, fueling your resolve.

You won’t let your loved one’s death go unpunished; EZ is going to pay the ultimate price for taking away his life. He’s going to die at the hands of his own friend, feeling betrayed just like Neron did. There was no way you’d let him go out easily after what he’s done.

As you let out a deep breath, your grip on the gun tightens even more. Your eyes are locked on your target’s home. Your mind is a vortex of emotions and thoughts—the sound of your heartbeat is deafening.

The tension is palpable as you wait, steeling yourself for the moment ahead. You are ready. You are prepared to carry out your vengeance, hoping for the sweet release of the overwhelming weight of your grief and anger that have been crushing you for the past few weeks.

You make sure the safety is on before you stick the gun beneath the waistband of your jeans. While it is still concealed, you can feel it pressed against your spine, the cold, metallic sensation of the firearm sending a chill down your spine.

Your heart is still pounding, your body tensing at every tiny sound, each muscle coiled and ready to strike. But your mind is calm and focused, determined to do what you came here for.

You jump out of the car, and your boots hit the dry earth below with a dull thud. The cool night air is a slight relief from your hot, boiling emotions. You straighten up as you leave the door open, afraid of making too much noise.

You reach the trailer, hesitating for a moment as your raised fist hovers over the plastic surface of the door. You stop your racing mind and bring your hand down, knocking gently.

The knock, even so quiet, reverberates throughout the night on the quiet street as you stand motionless, waiting to see if anyone will open the door—if your thirst for EZ’s blood will be satisfied.

You all but exhale when you hear the creaking of the floor inside. The steps get closer and closer then finally, Ezekiel Reyes inches the door open, peeking through the small gap.

You play the game and drop your shoulders with a defeated shrug. The bags under your eyes and the sadness of your frown are convincing enough for EZ to open the door fully. You force your eyes to tear up just like you did when you were a kid and your mom didn’t want to buy you ice cream. It looks real—believable.

The man you once considered a brother steps aside to let you in. He closes the plastic door as you look around the trailer. You knew beforehand Sofie had received an emergency call from her coworker asking for her assistance on the night shift. You were glad you bumped into Bottles, and he let the information slip.

You sit on the bed and put your head in your hands—elbows digging into the flesh of your thighs as you fake a sniffle. “I miss him so much, EZ. I don’t think I can go on much longer,” you mumble out, your voice breaking slightly.

You are amazed at just how good you’re at this because the dark-eyed man squats in front of you without a second thought. He places his large hands on your knees as he tries to look you in the eyes. You want to dig his eyes out and leave them hanging out of the sockets just by the nerves.

“I know it’s painful,” he says softly, and you let him guide your arms down. His skin touching yours makes you want to spit in his face.

“I’m like a fucking shadow without him. A shadow of a broken heart.” You clench your eyes shut as you let the tears spill down your cheeks, the black mascara leaving traces on your skin. “I’m nothing without him. I don’t know who I am or what I am supposed to do,” you sob, the words sound almost choked out. You’re telling the truth this time; you don’t even have to force it—the words spilling out of your mouth, the pain behind them, honest.

He hushes you, bringing your hands to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles in hopes of soothing you. You look into his eyes, searching for some glimmer of understanding, some shred of reason behind the betrayal. You’re desperate to find a tiny piece of remorse or guilt in them. But you know eyes can only say so much. His dark irises give away nothing, his gaze cold and indifferent—devoid of the warmth and patience he pretends to hold for you, lacking the Reyes’ love you had once come to know.

Your heart sinks, and you suddenly understand the truth. Your “friend” is no longer the person you once knew and trusted. He’s not the sweet prospect that always listened to your ramblings when you visited the clubhouse. He’s not the man that spent days with you just because Neron was sent on a long mission and you were drowning in worry.

You don’t know this man who kneels before you now and pretends to be your friend. He became a completely different person, someone that you can no longer trust or rely on. It is a devastating reality, and the pain of betrayal cuts even deeper into your heart—it claws at it and leaves marks that’ll never heal.

You know he doesn’t even slightly feel threatened by your presence. If he had reservations when he opened the door, they evaporated just as quick as you stepped foot into the trailer. You were just a woman, a creature smaller and weaker than a man like him. There was nothing about you that screamed danger. He allowed himself to drop his guard down—a mistake he’ll pay for.

“Don’t give up. One day you’ll wake up, and it won’t hurt anymore. You’re gonna get through it.” As your name leaves his lips after his empty promise—you almost shudder. He stands up and kisses the crown of your head—the nausea his touch draws out of you keeps growing. “Do you want to stay at the clubhouse tonight? I can keep you company. Maybe we can finish a bottle of tequila like in the good old days,” he offers.

You want to believe he’s genuine so badly. You want Neron back. You want your friend—the good version of Ezekiel Reyes—back. But deep down, you know you already made peace with the fact that it’ll never happen, that it’s time to say goodbye to both of them before they’ll drag you down with them.

You agree with a simple nod of your head and let EZ pull you to your feet and out of the trailer. He walks ahead, spinning the keys to the clubhouse in his fingers as he whistles a tune under his nose. You follow him, heart palpitating. You have to do it now, or you’ll lose your bravery.

Ezekiel looks back at you when you reach the door to the clubhouse, his eyes studying you. For a second, a fear pops into your head that maybe he’s well aware of the plan you made up in your head, and he’s just toying with you, but it disappears instantly when the man turns away and jabs the key into the keyhole.

You don’t wait. You pull the gun out of your waistband and stand behind him, raising it to his head. Your fingers pop the safety off, and you watch as EZ freezes, his shoulders tensing.

“You were like a family to me,” you mumble out, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes. You know if you give him a few more minutes, the shock will wear off, and he’ll overpower you in an instant, slapping the gun straight out of your hands. “I hope Neron doesn’t give you a second of peace down there, you lying piece of rat shit.”

Your fingers are steady as you pull the trigger. The shot reverberates through the night as the blood and brain tissue splatter on your face. The man in front of you takes his last breath as he falls face-first onto the wooden floor with a loud thud. You kick him in the ass for good measure before you turn away and jump down the steps, leaving him on the doorstep of his beloved club. When his brothers find his body the next morning, you’ll be long gone, somewhere far away from Santo Padre.

You don’t feel the sweet relief you hoped for.

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Two Halves - Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader

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There is not a thing that Neron doesn’t love about you. He loves seeing you in his bed, laid out like a fucking dream, a patchwork of scars and tattoos that tell the story of your life. He takes his time to explore them, memorise them with his fingertips and tongue. He learns what makes your breath hitch, what makes you laugh, when to go harder, faster and when to slow it down.

He loves early mornings, hearing you bang around his kitchen trying to find shit. He loves the way you always greet him with a smile, that you are always happy to see him even when you’re distracted.

He loves the way you draw roses, and daisies and sunflowers when you're thinking, doodling different variations of the flowers over and over again until find a solution to the problem you’ve been tackling in your head. He collects each of the napkins you draw on and puts them away in a shoebox at the top of the wardrobe where he keeps his precious things. When you’re not around and he’s feels the darkness starting to creep in, he gets them out and he looks at them, tracing his fingers over each of the designs because they're beautiful and sometimes he needs a reminder that there’s light in the world.

He loves the fact you sing in the shower despite the fact you’re terrible. You’re bold and loud and have no fucking shame and he adores it. You laugh when he joins in, his arms wrapping around your naked form as the heated water rains down on the two of you. After a few minutes the singing usually stops because you’re both too pre-occupied with other things.

He loves the way you hold him at night, his head tucked under you chin so he can hear your heartbeat in your chest. It’s a comforting sound in the depths of the darkness, the press of your bare skin against his as you kiss the top of his head. Sometimes you tell him that you’re terrified this is all a dream, that one morning you’ll wake up to find yourself alone. He kisses away those doubts, his thumb ghosting over the line of your jaw as he reassures you that he’s real, that what the two of you have is everything to him and he’s never going to vanish from your side.

He loves the fact you don’t judge him for his mistakes, the past or the present. He doesn’t want to scare you off, to burst this perfect bubble that the two of you have created. It’s impossible you tell him, to get everything right the first time. You’re both human, you’re both learning to love again, so long as you're open with each other and honest you’ll work through it. He finds being with you surprisingly easy. He was on his own for a long time, his only intimacies transactional, to find someone that actually cares for him and not what they can get from him is a blessing.

You fit into his life as if you were always meant to be there. He enjoys cooking for you while you draw up designs for your customers on the kitchen table. He loves the expression on your face as you focus on the flow of the design, the flourish of it. Your brows furrow when you concentrate, you pout just a little when things get tricky and it is the cutest fucking thing.

He calls you Nena.

It means babe, the only term of endearment he knows with his mix of Spanglish.

He loves the way you eat ice cream on the couch, spoon pressed against your lips as the two of you curl up under a blanket and watch ‘Escape to the Chateau’. He does not understand how it became his favourite show, only that he loves how fucking judgemental you get when someone starts to try preserving antique glass by bashing the frame around it with a hammer.

He loves the way you give without an expectation of return. To him, your business, to the kids at the community centre. Sometimes he worries you’ll have nothing left for yourself. He tries to speak to you about it, about overstretching yourself but there’s no stopping you. You’re a force of nature, a relentless storm trying to do everything you can to ease the burden of those around you.

When it all gets too much he’s there, a port in the middle of a restless ocean because you are only one woman, and you can only do so much. The thing about Neron is he grounds you; he keeps you on your feet when the realities of the world are too harsh to deal with, he never says ‘I told you so’. He’s always there, holding you up, supporting you and despite how fiercely independent you are, you need it. You need him. You’re cut from the same cloth you and him, two halves of the same soul.

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Day 14: Christmas Cookies

Summary: Fluffy Creeper x Reader

Neron rolled over and found a cold spot in the bed you shared. Opening his eyes he saw it was only seven in the morning. Frowning he wondered where you had gotten to so early. Rolling out of bed he stretched before making his way out of the room. Neron chuckled softly when he found you in the kitchen. Every surface was covered in a light dusting of flour and you had dough in smeared on your cheek and in your hair.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you" you apologized as you turned to him your face scrunched in worry. "You didn't" stated Neron as he walked over to you and pulled you in for a hug. "What has you worried" he asked as he wiped the dough off your face. "I wanna make a good impression with the club" you replied with a heavy sigh. Ever since Neron had told you he wanted to introduce you to them at the clubs Annual Christmas Bash you had been stressing. "So I thought I'd get up early and make some Christmas cookies. All was going well then I lost control of the mixer and one thing lead to another and now your pristine kitchen is covered in dough and flour." you explained frowning as you set the bowl you had been holding down on the counter.

Neron turned you around to face him and turned your face up to his. "They are going to love you. If they don't....I'll kick their asses" stated Neron firmly as he held your gaze with his. "You are perfect. Don't worry about the mess. Why don't you hop in the shower while I clean this up then we can go get breakfast at Wild Eggz?" suggested Neron as he smiled at you. "Okay" you murmured as you moved to head out. "Or you could join me?" you added as you grinned at him over your shoulder.

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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.

Mayans MC Masterlist

Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.

Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (endless longing, Canche) slow burn, violence, flashbacks in italics. Cannabis use.

6.7K words

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"So if you will. Please fall in love with me"

You arrived at the Clubhouse just as everything was getting busy, Angel running up to you with a smile, "you came."

You nodded, "I did, can I get this over with?"

His smile widened, "come on, Marcus is excited to meet you." Angel walked over and introduced you, "Marcus, this is y/n, y/n this is Marcus."

You stuck out your hand, "hello, I've heard so much about you."

He smiled, "yeah, and I've heard a lot about you. The guys really love you."

You smiled back, "only because I indulge their ideas."

You turned to the woman next to him, she was poised and put together, her gentle smile glowing in the afternoon sun, "Marcus must be your husband."

Izzy smiled and took your hand, "I like this woman, you're my husband for once instead of me being your wife."

"Well behind every successful man."

Marcus chuckled, "I can see why they like you."

You sat down on the bench next to Angel, "so what do you do for a living?" Izzy seemed curious and you looked at Angel with suspicion.

"I am a psychologist."

Marcus raised his eyebrows, "wow. Looks like EZ might have some competition."

You laughed, "never, I might have a great memory but I took the milk out of the fridge yesterday then went looking for it two seconds later."

"And funny too. Do you have a specialty?"

You nodded, "complex trauma. Not the best but I love my job."

A quiet came over briefly, "are you seeing anyone?" Izzy's tone was neutral.

Now you were sure Angel was talking, "nope, just me and my three cats." Angel choked on his beer.

"Oh, you fucker. What did you tell them?"

He threw his hands in the air, "nothing, I might have brought up that you and Manny were getting along well when Marcus came to see how he was settling in."

You kicked him quickly under the table, "what was that for?"

You turned to Marcus and Izzy, "I'm sorry about that, Angel doesn't know what he's talking about and is sticking his head where it doesn't belong."

Marcus shook his head, "ignore him y/n. Tell me more about your work."

As the afternoon wore on, you forgot you didn't want to be there. Manny was busy with other Mayans and you had managed to dodge him, that was until you and Izzy returned from taking some of the kids for a walk around the area. He was standing right by the doors as you walked in. You waved at him with a soft smile and he waved back but any hopes of him being too busy to talk were dashed as he came walking over to you. 

"Hey Tesoro, long time no see."

You nodded, "yes, three weeks to be exact." You did your best to try and keep it casual but he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into his embrace.

"I missed talking to you."

You smiled, "yeah, I missed you too." Your phrasing gave him pause, but he didn't mention it.

"You wanna get a drink?"

You nodded, "I'd like that." 

Izzy and Marcus watched on from afar, "Angel is right, those two are in love."

Izzy smiled, "I can see that. She's a nice woman, she's good with kids and she seems to have her head on straight. You said Manny and EZ are the future of the Club, I can see her standing behind him."

Marcus smiled, "they've got to get there first." 

Manny had his arm looped over your shoulder, "you run into Canche yet?"

Manny clicked his tongue, "that fucker, he better hope I don't"

It was no secret why Manny transferred, Canche let something slide that made most people homicidal. "You were his VP Manny, he's going to want answers above what you gave him when you handed in your papers." 

He huffed, "I don't think he wants to hear what I have to say about him."

You smiled softly, "oh well, I won't hesitate to tell him what I think about him."

Manny smiled, "I can't wait to see that. Can I ask you a question?"

You nodded, "you just did but sure." 

"You and the prospect, what went on there?"

You sighed, "Coco never said anything?"

He shook his head, "Angel let it slip that you climbed out the window one night but that's it."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, someone must have talked, "we just didn't gel like that."

He nodded, "really, because he had a lot to say about you." 

"I'm aware, Coco called me. Whatever he said, he's lying, I didn't have sex with him."

Manny hid his smile, "I'm glad, the other women don't seem to like him much and you deserved to be looked after."

You huffed cynically, "wow, if only every man had your attitude."

He smirked, it was laced with charm and seduction, "oh really, well there's..." 

"You two seem cosy." It was Canche, coming to ruin the day.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You tried to stay calm.

He looked you up and down, "I'm his old President."

You smiled nasty, "oh, the guy who doesn't think certain people should be strung up by their scrotums and bled dry like the pigs they are. Can I help you?" 

Canche blinked, "who do you think you are?"

Manny stepped in front of you and stood over the man, he had at least four inches on him, "someone who's a lot better than you." His tone was calm and not in a good way. You put your hand on his shoulder in hopes of getting him to relax but he didn't seem to notice.

"I think you need to walk away before things get bloody, Manny had every right to leave after what you did and I don't blame him. As for outsiders knowing about it, you can't complain, people talk when shit like that happens."

Canche's face got nasty, "you need to pull in your bitch, that kind of shit wouldn't fly in Yuma." 

You were grateful you saw Manny's reaction in slow motion because you managed to step in and stop it before Manny's fist found Canche's face. There was no way you could have prevented a fight if Manny really wanted one to happen, you could feel the strength coiled behind his lean muscle. You took his face in your hands and put yourself between Manny and Cache, "Manny listen to me. You have very nice hands, his face isn't worth it." 

Canche went to speak and you cut him off, spinning on your heel to face him, "he has four inches on you and he's younger and fitter, this doesn't end well for you if a fight starts. Now walk away before you get yourself hurt." Something about your tone must have knocked some sense into him because he was walking off in a huff. 

"You good?"

Manny swallowed, "that fucker...." You put your hand on his chest.

"That fucker has a higher rank than you, you can't just hit him." You were hoping he'd listen.

Manny calmed down and smirked at you, "you think I have nice hands?"

You thumped his chest, "grow up."

He threw his arm back over your shoulder and walked you into the Clubhouse, "come on Tesoro, I want to introduce you to the Yuma guys I like."

"I told you so, she's got a good head on her shoulders."

Marcus smiled at his wife, "I'll talk to Bishop and see what's going on there."

Someone cleared their throat, "you can try but Bish is pretty fed up, he might just yell at you."

They turned their heads, Angel was standing there sipping on a beer, his face neutral. 

"Where did you come from?" Marcus looked around like Angel had come from a puff of smoke.

He shrugged, "I want them to be happy." 

Being with Manny was effortless, you didn't even notice how things felt like nothing had changed, like you hadn't talked to each other in weeks. "They are far superior, I don't know how you can even stomach store bought tomatoes when you've had the ones I've grown."

He smiled, "I ain't saying that sweetheart, I'm saying that I can't come to your house and raid your garden every time I want dinner." 

"That's fair, but you're going to have to cook for me now just to prove you can."

He chuckled, "alright, I suppose you're right, I've eaten plenty of your food. I should pay you back."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that, what's on the menu?"

He thought for a minute, "what do you like?"

This was starting to feel like something else, "I'll eat anything but I'm a salt addict so that makes it easy for you." 

He nodded, "great, you bring the fresh stuff and I'll cook it."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that. I didn't even know you could cook."

He huffed, "I live all by my lonesome, I can't be eating takeout every day."

You smiled, "wow, handsome and capable."

You released what you said just after you said it, "you think I'm handsome?" 

"Oh shut up Emmanuel."

He chuckled, "so I'm Emmanuel now, there anything else you want to tell me?" 

Oh, so much. "Nope, nothing." Your mind was racing, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

"You look like your having fun." You had never been so happy to hear Angel's voice.

"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?"

He shrugged, "aren't you glad I convinced you to come?"

You nodded, "I am. But Canche's a dick."

Angel cocked his head in agreement, "yeah, we know."

Manny sighed, "if Marcus doesn't do something about him, Yuma's going to go to pieces."

Angel tutted, "maybe that's for the best, the rot starts at the top." 

You nodded, "Angel's right Manny, if the culture of the charter was different, Canche wouldn't have even thought about being on that monster's side. I'm sure you can think of times when that kind of attitude has been extended to other members. You wouldn't have transferred if it was a one time thing."

Manny smiled, "you're know more than you let on, don't you?" 

"I'm very observant."

Angel shook his head, "not observant enough."

You sighed, you didn't have the energy to deal with Angel being cryptic. "I'm gonna get us some beer, you want something y/n?"

You nodded, "just a water please." Angel headed to the bar, leaving you and Manny alone again.

"You don't drink?"

You shook your head, "I get migraines, so no, I don't."

Manny grunted in sympathy, "shit, that sucks."

You sighed, "yeah, it does." 

Manny reached out and put his hand on your knee, "thank you for believing me."

He smiled, "wow, you must have encountered some assholes if you're thanking me for that."

You nodded, "yep."

Angel returned with a curious look on his face, "we good here?"

His eyes moved to Manny's hand on your leg and Manny removed it to take the beer from him, "yep, all good." You nodded your head quickly in agreement. 

The food came out about an hour later, and you all headed up to get a plate. People were drunk now and the talking got louder and less casual. It was the reek of cheap whiskey that clued you in that someone was standing closer than they should be. You turned your head and were met with a very drunk Canche, "you right there?" 

He shook his head and sipped his drink, "I wanna know why you're so interested in a traitor."

You could feel Manny stiffen behind you, "I don't need to explain anything to you, stop ruining my night."

He spun and faced you and Coco grabbed Manny's elbow and spoke softly to him, "she can handle herself." 

You stepped back and crossed your arms, "did you not hear me, what are you still standing here for, you have your food, you don't need to bother me."

He huffed, "you have spent the whole night strutting around like you own the place, I wanna know where it comes from."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "you're projecting, now walk away, I will not hesitate to protect myself." 

The room had gone quiet, everyone paying attention to you and Canche "Oh, you're so big and tough, I bet you beg....." That was the last straw, you acted faster than Canche could think, your fist coming to strike his throat. You pushed him against the bar and got close to his face.

"The last man to mention me begging isn't adjusting well to being blind on account of my thumbs going into his eyeballs. Do not give me a reason to alleviate you of yours." 

Someone went to step forward but you stopped by the sound of a gun coming out of its holster, "come any closer to me and he loses his foot. I want to finish my conversation."

Manny swallowed and glanced away from the scene, turning to Coco, "I didn't know she carried."

Coco shrugged, "I think that was the point bro." 

Canche was shocked, he was smart enough to know how this would go if he stepped wrong, "I think you are the worst kind of person, you aren't just a monster, you help monsters hurt children because you're too greedy to make the call, and it's not even a hard call. I have nothing to say to you and no reason to explain myself." 

Angel was standing with Marcus along the front wall, watching on in amusement, "you want me to do something about that?"

Marcus shook his head, "nah, Canche should have taken Manny leaving as a hint to humble himself." 

You let him up and he adjusted his kutte, looking around for support but finding none, "you got a mouth on you." 

The kick to his testicles had him going down like a lead balloon and then Manny was pulling you away, "hey, y/n. That's enough."

Canche pushed himself up and went to speak, but the look in your eyes had him second guessing, "go off and lick your wounds, don't make me take action you'll really regret." He hobbled away and the music kicked back on, Manny was standing there wide eyed and impressed. 

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you."

You smiled, "there's a lot you don't know about me Emmanuel." 

Knock knock

Manny opened the door with a smile and you lifted the bag of fresh fruits and vegetables, "hello."

He took the bag from your hand, "hi, please come in."

You threw off your shoes and walked in, looking around his cosy apartment, "wow, you are clean."

He smiled and put the bag on the counter, "is that a surprise?"

You nodded, "for the most part, no offence but most men I know who live alone only change their sheets once a year."

He screwed up his face in disgust, "oh that is so gross."

He started unpacking and opened the fridge, getting out a jug of water before offering it to you, "and gold star service, what's on the menu tonight?"

He smirked and smelled the herbs, "with all this? something really good."

You sighed, "so it's a surprise?"

Manny nodded, "yep, you wanna help?"

"Of course I do." He slid an onion across the table then handed you a knife and a cutting board, he watched you as you cut it, "ok, I'm very impressed, a clean house, cold water and a knife so sharp it could cut bone. You are very capable."

He grinned, "wait until you eat the food."

He crushed the garlic under his palm then ran his own knife through it, "I'm happy you're choosing to season your food, I would stop being friends with you if you only used one clove."

He snorted, "I wouldn't blame you. You've been everywhere, what's your favourite dish?"

You thought for a moment, "ooo, that's hard. Like I told you, I'm a salt fiend so I love salt baked stuff. I have this salt baked chicken in France that I ate almost every day. I managed to get the recipe, needless to say, I have to stop myself from cooking it all the time."

He licked his lips, "shit that sounds good, you better cook it next time we all come over. What about sweets?"

"Chocolate mud cake, made with buttermilk, browned butter and lots and lots of chocolate."

He moaned, "ok, enough. You're making me drool."

You chuckled, "wait till you walk into the house and smell the chicken cooking, it creates this super salty juice that is amazing on fresh rice…"

He threw a tea towel at you with a smile, "you're making me feel inadequate."

You pressed your lips together to stop a laugh, "first time?"

He smirked, "maybe." You couldn't hold it any longer and neither could Manny, his face split into a grin as you started to laugh. You both laughed until you ran out of breath, then the oven timer sang.

He was right, the food was amazing. He had cooked a whole spread, a vegetable quiche with veggies from your garden, beef tacos with pickled red onions, a herb and rice dish with chicken broth and the most delicious strawberry tart.

Everything was perfectly seasoned and cooked, by the end, you were stuffed full and happy. "That was delicious."

He smiled, "thank you, I guess now that I've proven I can cook, I'll be helping you all the time?"

You nodded, "yep, there'll be no getting out of it now but it means you'll get the first pick on taking leftovers home. Was this your master plan?"

He held his hands up, "you got me, the only reason I did this is so you'll acknowledge my skills and ask me to help you cook every time."

You smiled, "I'm fine with that."

"What's got you all happy?"

Manny had been smiling all morning, "nothing."

Bishop didn't believe him for one minute, "really? Because you've been grinning like an idiot since you got in this morning, you wanna tell me the truth?"

Manny shook his head, "really, it's….."

Angel sat down next to them with a smile, "so it has nothing to do with your dinner last night?"

Bishop's eyebrows wrinkled, "what?"

Angel smiled, "Manny and the good doctor had dinner at his place last night."

Manny huffed, "it was just dinner, she left after the dessert."

Angel didn't drop his smile, "so it wasn't a date?"

Manny sighed, "no it wasn't. Just because you are an ungrateful asshole doesn't mean I am. I just wanted to thank her for all the cooking she did."

Angel tutted, "you could have taken it to her house, you didn't need to invite her over."

Bishop grunted, "Angel, that's enough. Leave Manny alone."

Angel snorted, "if you say so Bish."

"Ok, what's the worst parent you've dealt with?"

You were thankful that they were talking about work and not your dinner with Manny, "it's always the same one, just in different bodies. I sometimes go to schools to work in severe bullying cases, and the perp's parents go on and on about how good their kid is. Most of the time, I meet parents and the child's behaviour makes so much more sense."

"Gee, do people really fuck up that bad?" You nodded at Gilly's question.

"All the time, parents are so blind that they truly ruin their children but not giving them discipline. As part of a state mandate, I have to work with a certain number of kids on behaviour programs. The parents are the reason whenever I've had to let patients go. Half the time, the kids want to change but part of that is the parents admitting they need to do better and it doesn't happen." 

They all seemed to understand, "what about you guys? I'm sure you've had some terrible customers."

They all shared a look before iz answered your question, "demon Dave and his wife. They were hell."

You leaned in, "tell me more."

Riz smiled, "they turn up in their SUV screaming that the odometer was running faster than they drove, turns out, they were both cheating and running it up seeing their side pieces." 

"Oh, that's just perfect. How did you find out?"

Taza smiled, "I caught the wife at a cafe. The worst part about is, the husband tried to sue us for emotional damage."

You gasped, "no, what happened?"

Angel sipped his beer with a smile, "it didn't get anywhere, he was also stealing from his work, our lawyer found out and threatened to ruin his life." 

Something didn't add up, "how did your lawyer find out?"

Coco smiled, "Chucky."

You smiled, "good old Chucky, God I love that dude."

You had stopped by the garage for an oil change, Coco greeting you with a smile. "You have to meet Chucky, you will love him." While EZ drove your car undercover, Coco walked you into the office and introduced you to the man sitting at the desk. 

He stood up and walked over, that was when you saw his hands. Coco didn't wait for you to ask, not that you would, "the Triad cut them off because he couldn't stop touching himself."

You blinked, "CMD miss."

You nodded, "I'm really sorry you struggled with that and I'm sorry someone chopped off your fingers." 

He shrugged, "I am healing."

You smiled, "well, that's all that matters. Now I have some time before my car's done and since Coco told me I'd like you, tell me about yourself." 

"What about you Manny? I'm sure you have some tails from Yuma."

Manny smiled, "Canche was the only asshole there."

You laughed, "wow, you really don't like the man."

Manny shook his head, "no one does."

Taza agreed, "we don't really like Yuma, to be honest."

You nodded, "I can see that, the tension is palpable when they're here. Are there people I need to be worried about?" 

They looked at each other, "you're a smart woman, I'm sure you know without us telling you."

You smiled softly, "yeah, I've noticed that with certain guys, you tend to give the women they're talking to pressing tasks before they head to the dorms. My question is, why doesn't Marcus know that one of his chapters is filled with predators?"

They looked at each other, "we need Yuma, more accurately, Canche is in with some important people."

You sighed, "ahh, now I get it. It sounds like he needs to meet a sticky end and take the rest of the poison with him."

Bishop huffed, "you know, one day those great observation skills are going to get you into trouble." 

You raised your eyebrows, "if you were going to kill me for knowing the truth, you would have done it already. The fact is, you know I won't say anything to anyone and I know that lying to you about knowing how you make your money isn't worth the hassle." 

"You got some balls, you know that?"

You smiled, "I try Creep."

Manny looked deep in thought, "how did you figure it out?" You smiled, "when I first met you all, Coco had been clean for six months and yet there was Narcan everywhere, that combined with the fact that you always have someone on the line who seems to fix problems without even showing their face kinda clued me in." 

Bishop smiled, "you were a bit blunt about it, I think it's the reason I like you so much." 

"So, what's your read on us?"

You smiled, "you as people or you as drug dealers?" The Clubhouse was pretty much empty, just some the Santo Padre Mayans and some hang arounds, you were sitting with Manny, Hank and Bishop in the corner so it wasn't like anyone could hear you.

"Don't look so shocked, I'm a doctor, you don't think I can read people like open books?" Bishop blinked and went to respond but you cut him off, "I'm not going to tell on you, this isn't third grade and Coco is my friend. You don't need to worry about me, all I ask is that I never see the drugs."

Hank nodded, "we can do that."

You smiled, "great, then we have an agreement and we can go back to pretending like you're just mechanics and scrap metal dealers."

"Blunt is the only way to be. I spend my whole day finding nice and compassionate ways to say things, it's nice to be able to take off the white coat."

Manny smiled, "that must be hard, always being polite?"

You nodded, "it's harder when I have to go to court, one day I'm going to be on the news for killing a defence attorney."

Angel smiled, "ah, we'll bust you out if you do."

"Fancy seeing your here."

You smiled at the sound of Manny's voice, "well it is the only place to get good meat. I am not buying that package shit from the supermarket."

Manny strode up to the counter, "what's on the menu tonight?"

You sighed, "not for me, I feed my cats raw and they're out of food, they won't eat anything other than Felipe's stuff."

Felipe smiled, "what a ringing endorsement."

Manny nodded, "oh it is, you should see these cats."

Felipe chuckled, "I've seen lots of photos, they are very spoilt."

You shook your head, "what about you?"

He pointed to the spatchcock chicken, "I watched some fancy cooking show last night, I'm gonna do that thing where you cook the chicken under a brick."

"Oh, yum. It's literally called chicken under brick."

Manny laughed, "good to know, have you ever had it?"

You nodded, "once or twice, it's really nice. It's not better than my salt baked one though."

He shook his head, "stop teasing me."

Felipe sighed and handed you your meat while you handed over the cash, "thank you Mr Reyes, they will be very happy with this."

Manny got his chicken and walked out with you, Felipe giving you both a friendly wave goodbye. "I guess I'll see you on Friday?"

You shook your head, "sadly, no. I have a fundraiser on Saturday and as much as I love Fridays, they are kinda draining. I can't do both."

He looked disappointed, "where's the fundraiser?"

You leaned against your car, "Oakland, the Sunshine Road Centre. It's actually like ten minutes from the Clubhouse."

The smile of Manny's face was back, "guess where we are on Saturday?"

You mirrored his smile, "no?"

He nodded, "yep, Marcus wants us there to work out some stuff with the Sons, something about a new gang causing problems."

You nodded, "I thought they were out of the life?"

Manny huffed, "they are, have been for years. It didn't stop someone from sending then a threatening text about us."

You crossed your arms, "that's a worry, maybe it's an old group pissed that Jax gave the guns to the Mayans?"

He shook his head, "nah, they're good with everyone involved in that. The text had something in German, Juice, their tec guy says it was a Nazi thing."

Your eyes went wide, "well shit, that's not good."

He nodded in agreement, "we know, we'll talk to Marcus on Saturday and see if we have to go visit Charming."

"All you can do is wait, will Yuma be there?"

Manny shook his head, "nope, looks like their being frozen out, they had another stepped on batch last week."

You huffed, "as Angel said, the rot starts at the top."

He nodded, "I know. Oh well, even if I don't get to see you on Friday, we might run into each other."

"Maybe, although, I'm not sure if I want the guys to see me in an evening dress. I don't think they'd ever let me live it down."

He laughed, "oh, I know."

You smiled, "have fun for me on Saturday, because I'm going to be surrounded by rich assholes and I doubt I'll last till it ends."

He chuckled, "I will party on your behalf."

Angel saw your car pull away, waving to you from his bike as he pulled into his father's shop. He smiled when he saw Manny texting, swaggering up to him with a smirk, "you planning another dinner?"

Manny shook his head, "no, she was here buying stuff for her cats. What has gotten into you man, are you my fairy godmother or something?"

Angel got a twinkle in his eyes, "your fairy godmother, I like the sound of that."

Manny huffed, "I got to get this meat home, you gotta stop looking so deep into it man, we're just friends."

Angel walked into Felipe's shop, turning behind him, "if you say so."

Felipe had his arms crossed, nodding towards the door, "what was that son?"

Angel shrugged "you tell me pops, you saw them together."

Felipe tutted, "you might be right Angel but you can't force these things, they have to figure it out on their own."

Angel huffed, "and if they don't?"

Felipe shook his head, "they will, don't worry."

Angel smiled, "all I'm saying is, they might need a bit of help."

"Come on man, it's like ten minutes away, we can stop by."

Manny sighed, "she'll be inside, they won't let us in, it's a black tie event."

Coco shrugged, "nah, any bet she'll be outside, she hates that kind of shit."

Angel smiled, "see man, there's no reason not to drive by."

Manny shook his head, "you're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope." The pop of the 'p' coming out of Angel's mouth had EZ chuckling.

"Just do it bro, he's not going to drop it."

Manny rolled his eyes, "fine, we drive by once and if you can't see her, we come back."

Angel smiled and stood up, "great, we should go now before it gets too late."

EZ rolled his eyes, "why not make it a group thing, I'll come too."

After some back and forth, the group was Coco, Angel, Ez and Manny, Gilly smiling at Angel, "report back?"

"Hell yeah."

They took the van, choosing to leave the bikes because Manny was worried you'd come out and meet them even if you were enjoying yourself. When they drove by, you weren't there and Manny huffed, "see, we just wasted out time."

Coco shook his head, "give it ten minutes, she might come out." 

Manny sighed, "not what I agreed to."

EZ shrugged, "we need to pick up dinner anyway and the line is huge, we may as well wait."

He pointed to the food truck up the street and Angel nodded, "EZ's right, we should kill two birds with one stone or whatever." 

Seven minutes in, you walked out looking exhausted, Angel tapped Manny on the shoulder and pointed out the driver's window to where you were standing, Manny's breath catching in his throat. He blinked, time slowing as he took in the vision of you leaning against the wall. The tea length red dress and fluffy skirt made you look like something out of a fairytale, he was vaguely aware of someone talking, then someone was tapping him again, harder this time. 

"Dude, you right?"

Manny blinked, "yeah fine, she looks pretty had it. Maybe we should leave her alone."

Angel shook his head, "nah, we're just what she needs after dealing with those rich assholes all night." Angel got out of the car as the other followed, Manny couldn't help but join, his feet having a mind of their own as you pulled him in like you had cast a spell on him. 

You must have sensed that someone was walking close because you looked up from the ground and met eyes with Manny, your face breaking out into a smile as you waved gently. They walked over and stood around you, something had them smiling because they looked at Manny's expression then looked at each other. 

"Hey."

Manny smiled, "hey, you look...you look really nice."

Angel huffed, "really man, you're supposed to say she looks beautiful or radiant or something like that. Which you do by the way."

You smiled and met Angel's eye, "thank you but nice is perfectly fine." Manny pressed his lips together in an effort to stop himself was smiling, his eyes stuck on the way the dress made you look like a princess. 

"You look like shit."

You sighed, "thanks Coco, I feel like it too. If I have to spend another second hearing some banker tell me I'm doing the lord's work while they talk about their two million dollar yacht, I'm going to start throwing mini quiches at people. God I'm hungry." 

EZ pointed towards the food truck, "we were on our way to get food, you want something?"

You nodded emphatically, "I will kill for you if feed me." You held a finger up, "and I came prepared." You reached into the dress, Manny smiling at the fact that it had pockets, "six carne asada tacos, please, with extra veg."

EZ smiled, "done, you want anything to drink?" 

You nodded, "just water please."

He headed off, leaving you with the others, "were you heading home?"

Coco seemed to know the answer, "yes, I lasted till nine thirty, that's enough. I should have come to the party yesterday and told these people my cats had the runs or something. I'm pretty sure I wasted my whole night." 

Angel smiled, "it's not a waste now that we're here, is it?"

You shook your head, "no, actually, you might have saved the night."

He tapped Manny, "see Manny, we might have saved the night."

EZ returned with everyone's food and handed you yours, "thank you." He nodded, his own mouth full and Coco jutted his head towards the van, "we better go hide before some rich asshole comes out and wants to talk about his yacht more." 

Everyone walked towards the van, Manny opening the back for you and helping you up. "Thank you Manny."

He sat next to you and drove into his own meal, you legs almost touching, "how is it?"

You smiled, "so good, there's only so many bacon wrapped mini potatoes a person can eat while trying to act like a lady."

He laughed, "let me guess, you wanted to shove a whole handful in your mouth at once?" 

"Hell yeah, how else do people eat shit like that?"

The smile on his face was lighting up the van, "agreed, how are your tacos?"

You stuck up your thumb, "so good. I was hungrier than I thought. Yours?"

He nodded, "real good, they'd be better with shit for your garden, though."

You smiled, "you said it, not me." 

By the time the food was done, you were yawning and ready to head home. "Thank you gentlemen for salvaging my night, but I think it's time I bid you adieu."

Manny stood up, "I'll walk you to your car."

Behind him, Angel was grinning. "Thank you Manny." He walked you to your car, leaning over the door as you stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over. 

"ppppppp...pp." 

You sighed and dropped your head onto the steering wheel, Manny looking on in worry, "ahhh, not again. The fucking spark plug is gone, I'll have to call myself a cab."

He shook his head, "we'll take you back home, I'll call the others and get your car taken to the Clubhouse, Marcus will make sure they look after it."

You shook your head, "I can't ask you to take me back home, it's forty five minutes away." 

He shook his head, "nah, don't worry about it. I'm sure they guys with be happy to help." You went to protest but he stopped you, "really, I think you'll hurt Coco feelings if you get a cab."

You sighed, "fine, but only if they agree too." He held his hand out and helped you out of your seat, "thank you Manny." 

You walked back to the van, being met with quizzical stares, "what's going on?"

You shrugged, "my car's fucked."

Coco nodded, "we'll take you home."

Manny smiled, "see Tesoro, I told you we'd be happy to drop you off."

You rolled your eyes, "fine, you don't all need to be so wonderful."

Coco huffed, "you can thank us with cake."

You nodded, "alright, are you sure? I don't want you driving back and forth." 

Angel shook his head, "we have to check on the Clubhouse anyway, make sure everything is alright."

Your eyes wrinkled, "because Riz and Tara are going to burn it down in the few hours you're away?"

EZ snorted, "they might."

You shook your head, "alright, thank you again."

Coco smiled, "give us yours keys, we'll get a tow to take your car back to the Clubhouse." You handed them over and Coco went to make the call while you relaxed in the van, Manny sitting next to you. 

"How are the cats?"

You smiled, "so good, Sir Fluffernutter tried to steal my sandwich today, turns out he hates rye bread."

Manny laughed, "he is such a little shit."

You smiled, "I know, he's the problem child."

Coco returned with a smile, "Marcus is happy for us to drop you off, he's going to send Medina to pick up your car, you right with that?"

You nodded, "fine, thank you again, I can't thank you guys enough for all the trouble you're going to." 

EZ nodded, "I'll wait here, you guys head off."

Coco tossed EZ your keys, "thanks man." With a little bit more back and forth, you were off. It didn't take long for the conversation to pick up as they asked you about your night and laughed along as you went into detail about the people you met. 

"One dude went right for the weird shit, asking if I work with serial killers, I'm pretty sure he has a bunch of heads in his freezer."

Angel huffed, "does that happen often?"

You nodded, "oh my God yes. College was the worst, I made the mistake of going to a frat party once and all they could talk about was Freud, I wanted to stab my eardrums out." 

Manny rolled his eyes, "you got more patience than me."

You smiled, "yes, I've noticed you get a little punchy when you don't like someone."

Coco huffed, "nah, that's just Canche."

You smiled, "he does really suck."

There was a rustle and Angel was producing a joint and offering it around. Manny took a puff and then suggested it to you as you shrugged, "why not, one isn't going to give me cancer." You inhaled and suppressed a cough, "wow that's a lot."

Coco chuckled, "you don't like weed?"

You huffed, "I'm civilized, cookies and gummies only. Plus, I can't smell like the devil's lettuce while I'm with patients." 

A few minutes later, the joint kicked in and you were reclining against the van, "you wanna stop somewhere?"

You nodded, "please Coco, I could eat a horse."

He pulled into a burger joint off the highway, "what do you want?"

You thought for a minute, "fries, ice cream, fries."

Manny laughed, "same here." It did take long for everyone to have their meals, Coco eating with one hand while he drove. 

"So, what cake do you guys want." They all started to talk at once, "good lord, one at a time."

It took their THC laden brains to answer before Angel spoke, "that strawberry one you made for Chucky, that was really good."

There were nods all around, "easy peasy." 

Time flew as you drove back home and before you knew it, you were pulling into your drive way. "Thank you again, I had a really nice time."

Angel smiled, "so did we."

He met eyes with Manny and Manny shook his head, "I'll walk you to your door." They smiled as Manny helped you off the step and walked you the short distance to your doorstep. 

Maybe it was the weed or the party but something came over you and you were placing a hand on his cheek while you pressed a kiss to the other, "goodnight Emmanuel."

He ached to reach out and hold you to him but he stopped himself, smiling as you walked inside, "goodnight y/n." 

The other were watching from the van, Angel smiling for ear to ear as Manny walked back. He went to say something when Manny climbed back into the back but Manny held up his hand with a head shake. 

"Not a word bro." 

Part 3

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