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The Prospect’s Girl

When the Sons of Anarchy take you for granted one too many times and then drop the ball by forgetting to call you up for lockdown, you leave. You leave Charming behind and find yourself in Santo Padre, trying to make a better life for yourself.

Words: 6.2K Author's Note: I've never seen Mayans, so please forgive my descriptions of places and what not.

Charming, California has been your home for as long as you can remember. You'd heard stories about the Sons of Anarchy growing up but were never properly introduced until after you had started working the ER at St. Thomas. The bikers were frequent visitors and though you never believed any of their stories about how they got their wounds, you looked forward to hearing what they would come up with next.

Being kind to them and chuckling over each new excuse they fed you led to friendships you never saw coming. And then soon after that you were invited to their clubhouse, became the club nurse when they needed to be patched up off the record, and found yourself integrated into the club for the next few years.

So, when you left in the middle of the night, you left with a heavy heart and with the opinion that this was what was best for you.

Santo Padre wasn't your first choice since it was so close to the border, but a friend had gotten you a job at a clinic that was in desperate need, and you had found a decent house for cheap in the little town that was the complete opposite of Charming. The new town seemed dusty and practically run down, but there were signs of life, and you were more than ready to give it a shot. So, after moving in a week before you were set to start work at the clinic, you made your house as homey as you could with what little funds you had for the meantime, and then settled in to prepare for tongue lashings you no doubt were going to receive once the Sons realized you were gone.

Only as one day turned into two and then three, you realized with an aching heart that the phone calls were never going to come.

Feeling down one afternoon, you get into your car and head to the middle of town where it's the liveliest. There's a used bookstore that you had your eye on the moment you realized it was there and figured you could look around for future reference or hopefully have the owner set a book or two aside for you.

Walking into the bookstore makes you exhale with relief and you quietly browse the bookshelves for something that piques your interest. You found books on Norse Mythology and Greek Mythology, and even found a couple of books on the Occult. You wanted everything, but knew you shouldn't buy them at just this moment. So instead, you set your pile of books aside and walked to the front of the store to talk with the owner.

The owner was a kind old man, slipping between English and Spanish as he spoke, but thankfully you had taken Spanish in high school and knew enough to understand him. No one had ever asked to have books set aside for them, but the man was more than happy to do so for you when you explained your current money situation. He got you talking a little bit about yourself- where you came from and what you did for a living- and then you were on your way when you figured you took up enough of his time.

You leave with a smile, but the moment you step foot outside and remember where you are, the weight is back on your shoulders and the sadness creeps back in. Your phone dings and when you pull it out to find a text message from Tara to see how you're settling in, the tears start to form and slip down your face.

With blurry vision, you type back that you're fine and are excited for work. You so desperately want to ask how everyone is doing and if anyone's asked for you, but you're not sure you want to know the answer. Thankfully, before you can make a fool of yourself, someone calls your name.

"YN?"

You quickly wipe your face before looking up, plastering on a smile. "Chucky? Hey!" He's standing with two men wearing Mayan kuttes, but you pay them no mind as you greet your old friend. "How've you been?"

"I-I'm good. But you don't appear to be. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." You pull back and wipe at your face again, sniffling as you smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Family worries about family."

His words make your heart ache even more and you're quick to wipe away the next tear that falls. "I haven't had family in quite some time, Chuck."

"But the Sons-"

You shake your head, smiling sadly. "It's a long story." You can't help but glance at the two Mexican men standing behind him, watching curiously. "And from the look of those two, you have somewhere to be." You nod at each of them before giving Chucky your full attention. "You still have my number, right?"

"Of course."

"Then when you're not busy, shoot me a text. We'll meet up and I'll tell you all about what led to me living here."

He smiles at you. "I can do that."

You hug him one last time before addressing the Mayan men. "Please keep an eye on this one," you gesture to Chucky. "He's the only family I have left."

"Will do, querida." The Mayan who assures you has an El Secretario patch on his kutte and the one at his side has a Prospect one. Both of them smile at you.

Then with one last look at Chucky, you make your way to your car to head back home.

You and Chucky trade texts for a few days, but you're not able to meet up until after you've already started work at the clinic. The clinic was small and, though most of your patients were kids or the elderly, you really liked it. It wasn't the hustle and bustle of an ER, but the new speed of it all felt like a breath of fresh air.

When the weekend comes, Chucky asks you to meet him at the Mayans clubhouse. You're hesitant at first because of your past connection to the Sons, but Chucky promises he's vouched for you and that you're welcomed. So when you pull up to Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage yard, you're not surprised when Chucky meets you by the gates and directs you where to park.

When you get off in the dusty parking area, you shield your eyes from the sun as Chucky leads you into the clubhouse. The Mayans clubhouse is not at all what you were expecting- the green and white of the building throwing you off. Chucky chuckles at your expression as you walk up the wooden steps and then holds the door open for you. The inside seems a bit more updated than what the Sons clubhouse looked like and thankfully it doesn't quite smell the same. Sure there is the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, but the smell of sex is absent and you're grateful for that. You don't know how the guys openly had sex for all to see. That was one thing that never sat quite well with you.

Chucky gestures to a table and tells you to take a seat while he goes to get drinks. And as soon as you sit, you're being joined by two Mayans- one you saw the other day and another with slightly wavy hair cut above his shoulders and a slightly crooked nose.

"I was wondering when we'd see you again, querida." He grabs his chair and turns it backwards so he's straddling it. "I'm Angel. This is Coco," he says while gesturing to his friend. Both are handsome in their own ways, but the one who had actually caught your eye was the prospect currently working the bar.

"YN." You flash them a small smile, making sure to keep your attention on the men at the table with you.

"We know. Chucky couldn't shut up about you once we got him started," Coco muses.

You chuckle. "He's sweet, but he doesn't know when to shut up, does he?"

"Nah, but it makes for great entertainment." You glance up when Chucky reappears, three beers and a Dr. Pepper in hand. He hands you the soda and Angel arches an eyebrow at you. "You don't drink?"

"Only on special occasions," Chucky answers as he takes a seat at the table.

Both Mayan men look at you and you shrug. "I got super wasted at a friend's wedding reception once. It was.. bad." You chuckle as you crack open your soda and take a quick sip. "It put me off alcohol for a while and now I only drink at parties, not for the hell of it."

"Now when you say bad," Coco wonders, grinning.

"I'm talking about thinking I was locked permanently in a bathroom stall even though I locked it from the inside, rolling off my bed and then barfing from the hallway all the way to the toilet."

"They found her passed out on the bathroom floor," Chucky says. "She wiped the throw up off to the side with a towel and proceeded to lay down to sleep."

Your cheeks tint pink as the Mayan men laugh. "I can't even smell crown and coke anymore. Makes me gag."

"We're gonna have to test that theory out one of these days."

You shake your head at Angel, still grinning, but then Chucky's next words make you falter. "So what happened to make you leave Charming?" Your gaze snaps to your old friend. "I know you, YN. You're loyal. You wouldn't have left unless it was bad."

You gulp as the atmosphere suddenly turns serious and your nails nervously tap against the table. Sighing, you decide to tell him just what it was that made you open your eyes and leave. "The club had a lockdown and no one thought to tell me. Their rivals picked me up right after one of my shifts at St. Thomas and beat me for information on the club." A tear streams down your face and you bat it away with a roll of your eyes. "I gave the club so many years of my life, Chuck, and they didn't fuckin' tell me about the lockdown."

"But.. you're family! Surely Juice-"

You shake your head. "Juice and I were done by then." You huff a laugh, sipping your soda to clear your throat. "The final nail in that coffin was when one of Nero's girls came to the clubhouse waving around a positive pregnancy test."

"Shit, ma, that's fucked up," Coco says.

"Thank you!" You exclaim. "But anyway, I didn't even care about the breakup. I knew that relationship had an end date as soon as we hooked up. No, what fuckin' broke my heart was that as soon as Juice's baby momma showed up, it was like I was thrown to the bottom of the fuckin' totem pole. Besides my job at the hospital, I took care of the Sons- patching them up, cooking, washing- and they didn't think to tell me about the lockdown."

"How long were you gone for before someone noticed?" Angel asks.

"No one did." You shrug. "The damn idiots had bad intel, and after a full day of being beaten on they realized I wasn't romantically linked to a Son anymore. They let me go."

"What did Jax have to say for himself when you returned?" Chucky frowns.

"Nothing really. Gave me a pat on the head, told me to take the day off, and then called me two days later to patch up Happy."

"I know we got an alliance with the Sons now," Coco says, "but that shit's twisted. You were still family whether you were bangin' a member or not, and they dropped the ball. You should have been protected."

"Yeah, well.. what's done is done," you say.

"How'd you end up in Santo Padre?" Angel then wonders.

"Believe it or not, it was Tara- the club president's wife." You slowly grin at him. "We were better as co-workers than as club friends, and she offered to help get me out of Charming when she saw the bruises I was sporting. And when I realized my life with the club would never be the same, I accepted. So she found an opening here at a clinic and I found a house, and now here I am."

"But the club knows where you are, right?"

You shrug at Chucky. "Tara knows where I am, but no one else has called or texted. They haven't called me to patch anyone up, so I don't know what's going on in their heads."

"Well damn," Angel says. "If I were in your position, querida, I'd have left too."

"Yeah."

Some other men walk into the club, stealing Angel's and Coco's attention. Another man walks in, asking Chucky for help in the scrapyard office to which Chucky glances at you apologetically.

"Go." You wave him off, chuckling. "I live here now, Chuck. We have all the time in the world to hang out."

He beams and then scurries off after the man you had seen who wore the El Presidente patch on his kutte, and then you sigh when you see the men had left their empty bottles on the table in front of you. Rolling your eyes, because men will be men, you stand and gather up the empties before walking them over to the bar where the Prospect is wiping down some glasses.

"Hey," you call out. "Where can I dump these?" You then ask when he looks up at you.

"Oh. You shouldn't have," he says, immediately reaching over the bar to take the bottles from your hands. "I would have picked 'em up."

"It's fine. I'm used to grunt work," you muse. As he drops the bottles into the trash, you introduce yourself. "I'm YN, by the way."

"Ezekiel. Or EZ," he says. You can't help but smile when you see his, that little voice in the back of your head groaning at you because EZ had such a beautiful smile and you know you're fucked. "So how do you know Chuck?"

You open your mouth to retort and then sigh, chuckling as you take a seat on one of the barstools. "Well.."

You give EZ a quicker rundown of what you just explained to Chucky, Angel and Coco, and he shakes his head when you finish. "That's fucked up. I thought the Sons were all about protecting the women of the club?"

"They are, but apparently you don't mean shit unless you've got a crow, have the title Old Lady, are related to a Son or carrying their kid."

EZ shakes his head in disbelief before he turns around, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the counter behind them. "You need a shot."

"What? No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." When he's facing you once more, he grabs a couple of shot glasses from beneath the counter. And when he sees your expression, he chuckles. "Just one. I'm not trying to get you drunk."

You quietly groan when he flashes that smile of his once more and instantly cave. He knows he's won and quickly pours the two of you a shot. Then when you pick up your shot glass, you say, "I barely even know you and already I hate you."

EZ chuckles and picks up his own shot glass, clinking them together. "To starting over in Santo Padre. May the Mayans treat you better than the Sons ever did."

You and EZ down the shots, but you're the only one whose face scrunches up and lets out a cough. He laughs as he takes the shot glasses back and then there's a sharp whistle, followed by, "Querida! I thought you didn't drink for fun?!"

You glance over in the direction of the voice, finding Angel, Coco and a couple others staring at you. Angel's looking at you as if you've offended him and you shrug with a brief chuckle. "Have you seen that face?" You ask while pointing at EZ. "I couldn't say no!"

The men boo as Angel shakes his head in disappointment. "EZ? Really? I pegged you as someone who had better taste."

You press your lips together to keep the laughter in, cursing the blush you can feel heating up your cheeks and ears. "And on that note, I should get going." You slide off the stool, rapping your knuckles along the bar while smiling at EZ. "I'll see you around, Prospect."

"Yeah. I guess you will."

Before you know it, you find yourself spending time at the Mayan clubhouse and falling into familiar patterns. When you're not working at the clinic, you're unknowingly carving yourself a spot within the Mayan family. And Chucky- well Chucky is all too happy to have you around all the time, making yourself comfortable and slowly earning everyone's respect.

Everything was going so great that it was only a matter of time before you started second guessing your life with the MC.

Chucky had called you late one night, asking if you were available to patch up Creeper. You didn't think twice before jumping out of bed, grabbing your medical bag and rushing over to the clubhouse. No one had batted an eye at your spaghetti strap tank top and tiny sleep shorts, nor did they question your work methods as you asked what type of wound you were dealing with before snapping on a pair of gloves and getting to work. Then later on, when you were done and mentally freaking out that you were getting too comfortable with yet another MC as you stood on the porch outside, the door behind you opened and EZ stepped out.

"Hey. You alright?" The concern in his features halted your panic. "You look dead on your feet."

"M'tired."

"I can see that." EZ stepped forward then, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Come on. You're not driving. You can take my bed in the trailer."

"What? No, I-"

"Don't fight him on this, ninita." The voice had startled both you and EZ, neither of you having heard the door open as Bishop stepped out. "You did great work tonight. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you had told him. "You guys are family to Chucky and Chucky.. well he's the only family I got left. If he needs me to help you, I will."

Bishop had hummed before flashing you a faint smile. "You see, that's where you're wrong."

"Bish.."

"No, EZ. Let me finish." EZ had backed off, squeezing you tighter in anticipation for whatever his president was going to say next. "Chucky is not the only family you have left, YN. You've got us now and I promise we will not throw you to the coyotes."

Your bottom lip had trembled as you smiled at him, your heart swelling with affection as a single tear fell down your face. You had laughed as you wiped it away, turning slightly to hide your face. "I'm too goddamn sleepy to be crying."

Both men had chuckled and then EZ nudged you towards the steps. "Come on. You can sleep it off in the trailer like I suggested."

After that, you laughed more freely and let your guard down around the men. Chucky was happy to see you so happy, especially when EZ was involved, and told you that EZ was nothing like Juice if you were interested. You were and you thought maybe EZ was too, but with all the teasing from his Mayan brothers, the two of you didn't quite know how to take the next step.

As the months slowly pass, your birthday sneaks up on you. You're not one who cares for presents or parties, but you did like for it to at least be acknowledged. However, since you're in Santo Padre, you don't expect anything. So you go through your work day, an air of melancholy surrounding you that alerts your coworkers to something being wrong. Thankfully, they don't bother you after you assure them you're fine and that you're just having an off day.

On your way home from work, you get a birthday message from Tara that makes you smile before making you sad because out of everyone you left behind, she was the only person to say anything. So when you get home, you take off your shoes by the door, turn down the AC so your house will be colder, and then head straight into your bathroom to shower off the day.

Afterwards, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of joggers, you toss last night's leftover Chinese into the microwave and then pour yourself a large glass of wine. You tie your hair up in a messy bun and then take your food and drink to the couch so you can watch something mind numbing.

You end up drinking more wine after you finish off your food and then wrap yourself up in a blanket to doze on the couch. The sun is no longer in the sky when someone knocks on your door, and you startle into alertness. Then, still wrapped up in a throw blanket, you get up and answer the door.

EZ stands there, a cupcake and a single flickering candle in his hand. You slowly smile, shaking your head at him as you open the door wider. "How did you know?"

"Chucky might have mentioned something." As he steps in so you can shut the door behind him, he holds the cupcake closer to your face. "Make a wish, querida."

"Making wishes are for children, EZ."

"Just do it."

Letting out a soft sigh, you close your eyes and make a wish just to appease your friend. Then cracking open one eye, you blow out the candle. "There. Happy?"

"Ecstatic. Now come on. We're splitting this." On your way to the kitchen, you drop your blanket and make a beeline for the drawer where the butter knives are. EZ peels off the wrapper and sets the cupcake down so you can cut it, and then picks up his half. And then with the most heartfelt smile, he says, "Happy birthday, YN."

"Thanks, EZ." You flash him a faint smile in return.

You're not paying him any attention as you pick up your half of the cupcake, nor paying any attention to his smirk as you raise the cupcake to your mouth. Right as you're about to eat it, the bottom of your hand is pushed upward and the cupcake icing smears across your top lip and nose. "You motherfu-"

EZ laughs as you try to shove your piece of cupcake into his face, his large hands wrapping around your wrists to keep you at bay. You drop the cupcake in the struggle when EZ apologizes. "I'm sorry. I had to."

"You didn't have to do shit." You pout at him as your struggling ceases, and he continues to laugh as he loosens his grip on your wrists.

Then with one hand, EZ reaches up to wipe away some of the icing.

You don't think much about standing nearly chest to chest with him, but as his thumb swipes across your top lip, you tense. EZ freezes too and unwillingly your gaze clashes with his. You gulp at the expression on his face and your breath starts to quicken the longer you stare at one another. Then slowly but surely, it's like a flip has been switched as he raises his thumb to his mouth.

"Mmm." EZ hums with a smirk. "You taste good."

Your eyes subtly widen. "Fuck."

He chuckles at the quiet exclamation, and before you can chicken out you reach up with one hand to grasp the back of his neck. Quickly bringing his face down to your level, EZ's hand grasps onto your waist as you pull him into a kiss. He smiles against your mouth before getting with the program and letting his hands slide down to the back of your thighs so he can lift you. You hum as he sets you on the counter and then gasp as he pushes your knees apart so he can press in closer to you. His hands move to cradle your face to bring you into yet another kiss and you greedily wrap your legs around his waist.

"Tell me why.. we haven't done this sooner." He mumbles between kisses.

"Because.. we're idiots?" EZ pulls back to chuckle, resting his forehead against yours. As his thumbs brush back and forth over your cheeks and your head clears some, you reach up to grasp his wrists and pull his hands away. Your smile slowly vanishes. "What are we doing here, EZ?"

"I thought it was obvious?" He glances down to where your legs are still wrapped around him and you snort, letting your legs drop.

"Well yeah, but.." You trail off with a laugh, pushing him back a step so you can breathe a little easier. Then taking a breath to settle your nerves, you say, "I need to know what this is before I jump all in. If you abide by the what happens on the road, stays on the road rule then you need to tell me right now so I don't take whatever this is between us too seriously."

"Fuck that. I won't make his mistake, querida. If I'm with you, I'm only with you. I don't play around."

"Well that's a relief." You sigh. "Because I don't think I can share you."

"Same." EZ leans in for another quick kiss before pulling back and tugging you off the counter. "Now go change. It's Friday so we're going to the clubhouse."

"No," you whine as he starts to push you towards the living room. "I just wanna finish my wine and curl up under the blanket."

"Put on jeans. We're taking my bike."

"You're no longer my favorite Reyes brother."

"Of course I am. I don't recall seeing you flirt with Angel."

"Whatever. Just for this, I'm drinking tonight and you get to babysit my ass."

EZ laughs as he pushes you into your room, shutting the door behind you. "That's fine. We'll just sleep in the trailer so you don't fall off the back of my bike."

You continue to grumble as you switch out your joggers for a pair of skinny jeans and then throw on a purple plaid long sleeve over your tank top. The clubhouse is usually warm so you know you'll end up shedding the long sleeve not long after you get there. Then pulling on a pair of worn-in Doc Martens, you loosely braid your hair over your shoulder and keep the tie around your wrist because you'll know it'll end up back in a bun once you get a few drinks in.

When you join EZ out in your living room, you're surprised to see he has a helmet in hand. "You were so sure I'd be joining you tonight, weren't you?"

"If I recall correctly, which I do," he muses, "you once said you couldn't say no to my face."

"You and your goddamn smile," you mumble. "Give me the helmet, and lets go before I change my mind and try to seduce you into my bed."

EZ's smile falters at your words. "That.. that was a possibility?"

"Well it's not now. You're on babysitting duty, Reyes."

EZ only has himself to blame as you hunt down your phone and house keys, pocketing them before taking the helmet from his hands and walking towards your front door. He stares longingly at the hallway leading to your bedroom and you laugh while waiting for him outside. But when he's sitting on his bike and you're climbing on behind him after locking up your house and clipping on the spare helmet, he's suddenly very eager to get you to the clubhouse.

On the ride with your arms wrapped around EZ's waist, you realize how much you've missed cruising on the back of a bike. Your head falls back and you let a laugh loose towards the sky as EZ speeds up just a little bit more.

When you get to the clubhouse, it seems like a normal Friday night party. The usual hangarounds are milling around the dusty parking lot- some sitting at picnic tables and others congregating around the cage where a fight is currently taking place. You climb off the back of the bike when EZ parks, unclipping the helmet and hanging it from his handlebars. He beams at you as he removes his own, then slings an arm around your shoulders while leading you towards the porch steps.

"Don't be mad." EZ opens the door for you and you step into the clubhouse.

"Why would I-"

"SURPRISE!"

Confetti poppers explode in front of you, startling you and showering you with shimmery gold and silver pieces of paper. You gape at the gathered Mayans and hangarounds you've become acquainted with as EZ comes up behind you, sliding his arm around your shoulders again.

"What the-"

Chucky stumbles forward, dressed in his best, as he smiles at you. "Family celebrates family. Happy birthday, YN."

"Chuck-" You shake your head in disbelief, stepping forward and pulling the man into a hug. You can feel the tears coming and your face scrunches up on instinct.

"Aw, querida, don't cry!" Angel laughs.

Through your tears, you laugh as you pull out of the hug. "Shut up and get me a shot. EZ's on babysitting duty tonight."

Angel and Coco cheer in delight, the two of them eagerly rushing to the bar where a woman is currently tending to it. Bishop, Hank, Taza, Gilly, and Creeper greet you with a hug and happy birthday wishes before Angel and Coco shove a filled shot glass into your hands.

"To the birthday girl!" Angel shouts. "May she get shit faced, barf all over the place, and not remember a goddamn thing in the morning."

"To barfing all over the place!" Everyone rejoices.

You down the shot with a grimace, laughing as another woman steps forward with a birthday sash. As the men cheer while you're draped with the sash, you can't help but compare the situation here with the Mayans and previous ones with the Sons. No croweater back in Charming would be doing this, instead she'd be off to the side and glaring at you for daring to have any of the Sons' attention on you. But here with the Mayans- a majority of the women had accepted you right away without any issue, with the exception of a couple who had tested you once they realized you were going to be a regular.

"Ma, get over here!" Coco calls out. "Gilly and Angel wanna play pool. I want the birthday girl as my partner."

As you make your way towards the pool table with EZ at your side, you tie your hair up before shedding your plaid long sleeve and tying it around your waist. "Alright, gentlemen," you say as Coco hands you a pool stick, "prepare to eat shit."

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You're three beers in when Angel and Creeper somehow end up in the cage outside. You're sitting atop the picnic table, feet planted on the bench where EZ sits between your knees, as you watch the two men throw punch after punch.

"Yeah, Creeper, kick his ass!" You shout and EZ snorts.

Angel stumbles around in the cage, eyes seeking you out. "You're a fuckin' mean drunk, querida! EZ, don't let her drink anymore."

"Oh no, pretty boy. You wanted me to drink, I'm drinking. Suck it up." You salute him with the neck of your beer bottle, giggling when Creeper swats the back of Angel's head to get him back into the fight.

EZ laughs as he glances over his shoulder at you. "That wine and beer finally catching up to you?"

"Barely." You grin while raking your nails along the back of his head. You see his eyelids flutter and you grin. "I don't plan on overdoing it. Don't worry."

After the fight, everyone finds their way back into the clubhouse with new friends from a visiting charter.

The Reyes brothers and Coco find their way to a table as YN heads off towards the bar. EZ watches as she chats up the bartender, laughing at something that's said between the two of them. He grins when he sees the bartender putting an ice pack together, no doubt for his brother who's grimacing at his bloodied knuckles. His grin then falters when a patched member from the Stockton charter moves in on YN, chatting her up.

"When are you gonna lock that down?" Coco asks. "Girl like her won't be single for much longer."

"What makes you think I haven't already?"

Angel scoffs. "You're too chicken shit to have made a move."

EZ shakes his head at his brother before all three gazes turn back to YN. Her smile seems a little forced as she continues to talk to the Stockton guy and when she catches EZ's gaze, she nods and smiles brighter than before. She says something to her companion to which he turns, frowning at EZ when he lays eyes on him. As YN walks around the guy, he decides to follow her.

"Oh shit." Coco starts to laugh.

As you make your way towards your three friends, you roll your eyes at the fact that you have a tagalong and then wink at EZ when he tries to cover his amused smile. You hand Angel the makeshift ice pack as they greet the patched member following you. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

"You spoil us, hermosa."

"Yeah, yeah. Save the flattery for the other women, Angel. I doubt your brother will tolerate it for much longer."

"Why wouldn't EZ-" You grin as you move towards a smiling EZ, standing behind him and bending down to wrap your arms loosely around his shoulder.

"The fuckin' prospect? Really?" The Stockton member huffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

Angel's eyes narrow at the guy before he looks back at you. "That doesn't mean anything. You've hung off Bish like that a couple weeks ago and he laughed before patting your hand and sending you on your way."

One of your arms straightens down EZ's chest and you rake your nails across his clothed abdomen that causes him to inhale sharply. "Sorry, 'Mano, but I don't fuck in front of an audience."

Angel's eyes slightly widen as you smirk at him.

"Ohh.. she a bold drunk," Coco muses as his gaze darts back and forth, the Stockton member walking off when he realizes he's not holding your attention.

EZ chuckles as he grasps your wrist and tugs you out from behind him. He pulls you down into his lap, sitting you sideways. "Stop teasing." And before you can say anything in return, his mouth is claiming yours in a kiss for all to see.

"Fucking finally!" Angel exclaims. You have to pull back from EZ, laughing as his brother addresses the other members. "Pay up, perras. I told you it was gonna happen today."

As Angel collects payment from many disgruntled and disappointed Mayans, you make yourself comfortable on a smug EZ's lap. "You good?" He asks, one hand running up and down your jean clad thigh.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You ask.

"I don't know. We only just decided to give us a shot before we showed up to the clubhouse and already you had to out us just to shut up my brother."

You quickly glance back at EZ, shaking your head with a grin. "That wasn't for Angel. That was for anyone who was thinking I was available for a quick fuck in the supply closet."

"What?" His brow furrows as he tenses in his seat. "Is that what that guy-"

"It's fine." You laugh and shove his shoulder back when he leans forward in his seat as if he were about to stand. "Maria behind the bar warned him off and then I tried warning him off, but he didn't think I was being serious. Now he and everyone else does."

"Yeah..?"

"Yes." You lean forward as if to kiss him again, but stopping just shy of your lips touching. You brush your nose along his with a smile. "Now go get me another shot. I think I'm only a couple of tequila shots away from thinking I give great lap dances. According to a friend, it's quite the sight to behold."

The table in front of you jerks as Coco immediately stands, having hit his knee on the underside in his rush to get up. "On it! I'm on it. I'm bringing all the shots."

You and EZ laugh as Coco makes a beeline for Angel and then the bar, and you exhale with a shake of your head. You never thought you'd ever find yourself a part of another MC after Charming, but now- now you're grateful for their terrible treatment of you that led to you settling down in Santo Padre.

[drabbles-mc]

Aftermath

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, implied/referenced smut

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is the reason taht I got no sleep last night. It hit me at like 11:30pm and I had to stay up to finish it. That being said, I have not reread it and I have no idea if it makes sense. Anyway. Enjoy some messy EZ Reyes.

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You woke to the sound of construction, which automatically earned a groan from you. You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet and you were already over the day. The banging coming from outside certainly didn’t help the pulsating in your head. It wasn’t enough to be a real hangover, but it was enough to be a very real inconvenience. You buried your face into the pillow you were resting on, fighting the urge to pull the blanket up over your head as you reached out to attempt to try and blindly find your phone.

But then you couldn’t feel the edge of your mattress. Or your nightstand.

Then you realized it was because you weren’t at your own apartment. And the construction sounds weren’t that at all, but the sounds of the scrapyard.

You shot upright, much to your head's dismay as it sent a shock of pain from one end of your skull to the other. You winced, shutting your eyes tight for a moment as you pull the blanket up so it covered your completely bare torso. You groaned quietly, using one hand to keep the blanket wrapped around you, the other wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Sighing, you looked around the empty trailer. The night before was coming back in waves. There was way too much there to unpack since you weren’t even fully awake yet. You fought the urge to shake your head at yourself, not wanting to rattle your brain further. You blinked slowly a couple times as you tried to let your body adjust, tried to figure out what you were going to do next.

EZ was long gone. You saw that he had nicely folded up your clothes and left them on the counter for you to change back into. You’d call him a gentleman if the circumstances had been anything other than what they were. Still, you got up and pulled your clothes back on as quickly as you could in the cramped space you had. The trailer had felt so much larger last night, but then again , anything beyond the expanse of the mattress wasn’t really your concern.

One good turn deserved another. You had no intention of leaving his trailer a mess. It was bad enough you’d probably created an unpalatable situation of your friendship with him. You’d done irreparable damage to your relationship with both Reyes boys in a span of less than twenty-four hours. That had to be a record of some kind.

The bed was a sofa once more, and you’d folded up the sheets for him. Running your hands over your face and raking your fingers back along your scalp, you decided that there were no other ways to keep procrastinating. Pulling your boots on, you stepped over to the door of his trailer.

Pushing the door open, you squinted and made a sound somewhere between pain and disgust at the light hitting your eyes. Bringing one hand up, you tried to shield your vision from the late-morning light.

You blindly dug around in your purse as you went down the steps of EZ's trailer. Your fingers were searching for your car keys, but you came up dry. You knew that you drove over the night before. You’d only had two drinks and your apartment was apparently way too close to the scrapyard for your own good. You knew you drove. So either Angel had found out and driven off with your car out of spite, or, well, you weren’t quite sure what the other option was.

The last thing you wanted to do was see anyone else from the club, but it didn’t seem like you were going to have another choice. With a small shake of your head, you started to make your way towards the clubhouse.  You didn’t even know what you were going to say if someone asked what you were doing there, or how you’d managed to misplace your entire vehicle.

“Hey, Y/N,” EZ called after you. He sounded the same as he always did. You didn’t know if that was reassuring or not.

You turned around to face him. The second that your eyes locked onto his everything from the night before came rushing back. You tried not to think about it, his lips on yours, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. You shook your head at yourself, physically willing the thoughts away in an attempt to have somewhat of a normal conversation with him. 

“Hey.” You hooked your thumbs onto the beltloops of your jeans  “You know what happened with—”

You stopped short as he pulled your car keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of you. The smirk on his face was nothing but sinful considering everything that had happened. “Parked it in the lot at the end of the block. Figured you didn’t want—”

“Thanks,” you cut him off, not really wanting to get into it. The sooner you could leave all of this mess behind, the better.

He chuckled. Fucking shameless. “No problem.”

He slapped the keys into your hand, his fingers wrapping around your hand for a fleeting moment. That was all it took, one second and one gesture and all that was running through your head was the thought of those same fingers when they were wrapped around your throat the night before.

“Bye, EZ.” It didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. Or, at least, the smart thing would not be saying anything more than that.

You were a few strides away when he caught up to you, easily matching your pace. “We good?”

You barked out a laugh at that, shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s really a question we need to—”

“Y/N?” Angel's voice cut into your conversation.

You sighed, mumbling so that only EZ could hear you. “I’m changing my fucking name.”

EZ chuckled and shook his head, looking back and forth between you and his brother. Angel did the same, looking back and forth between you and EZ before asking, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Leaving,” you said, not looking at either of them as you continued walking to the exit of the scrapyard. You didn’t want to linger long enough for Angel to realize that you were still in the same clothes from the night before.

Angel looked at his brother, not understanding what the smug look on his face was all about. “What’d she want?”

EZ shrugged. “Not sure.” He clapped Angel on the shoulder. “I’m gonna walk her to her car.”

Angel reached out and grabbed his brother’s arm, fingers keeping him in a vice grip. “You know what happened with me and her?”

“Not the details, but,” he chuckled, “the ‘the fuck are you doing here’ said enough.”

“And you’re still just gonna—”

“Yea,” EZ cut him off, not sounding confrontational in his tone but the look in his eyes was daring Angel to say something, “That a problem?”

Angel shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

EZ didn’t wait around to hear whatever else Angel had to say. He walked away, quickly making his way after you again. He caught up just as you were stepping out the gates of the scrapyard. You’d heard the footsteps, and you knew from the lack of yelling it must’ve been EZ and not his brother. You didn’t say anything, didn’t slow down or speed up your pace.

“You think he’s never gonna find out?” he asked.

You shook your head, still not looking at him. “There’s nothing to find out.”

He laughed. “Really? So if I go back there right now and tell him—”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face EZ. “There’s nothing to find out because it’s not going to happen again.”

The smile on his face made you want to smack it clean off of him. He was getting way too much enjoyment out of all of this. “Sure it’s not.” He paused. “Did it work, though?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you hit the unlock button on your keys. “Did what work?”

He stepped in closer to you, his chest nearly pressing against yours. “Did it make you stop thinking about him?”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out if closing your eyes so you weren’t looking directly into his anymore would be helpful or hurtful. He waited patiently for your response, the grin not fading from his features in the slightest.

You felt your heart rate spike as the thoughts broke containment once more. You remembered him opening the door to his trailer, just in his jeans. You saw the confusion on his face as he let you in, knowing what had happened between you and his brother just a few hours beforehand. He hadn’t expected to ever really see you again, certainly not one-on-one like this. Or at the yard or the clubhouse at all.

He'd hardly even gotten the question out to ask how you were doing when you told him, “I don’t want to think about him.”

He didn’t try to send you off or push you away. There was a slight moment of hesitation before he recovered, falling right into stride with ease that should’ve been questionable but it wasn’t. You remembered feeling the heat radiating off of his chest as he stood in front of you, about as close as he was standing to you now. You remembered the borderline baiting tone in his voice as he asked, “What do you want me to do about that?”

And you remembered your borderline pathetic response of, “Make me stop thinking about him.”

And he did.

Coming back to the present, you shook your head. “I shouldn’t have done it. It’s not gonna happen again.”

He stepped in closer, making you back up against the side of your car. “But it worked, right?”

You huffed, annoyed because he was putting you in this position, annoyed because he was absolutely correct. “Yes, it worked, but—”

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You knew you should’ve fought against it but you couldn’t. You melted against him instantly, heat rolling over you in waves as his hand came to rest around your throat, applying just enough pressure to have a reason for being there. You should’ve been upset about it but you weren’t.

When he pulled his lips off of yours, his hand remained for a second. His eyes raked over your face, like he was putting extra effort into the memory of it that was going to sit in his mind for the rest of his life. There were far worse sights to have burned into his brain.

His hand fell back to his side and coherent thoughts slowly started to enter back into your brain. “Look, it can’t happen again. I’m sorry I even showed up.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “No you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.”

He took a step back. “Gotta get back to work anyway.” You wanted to have something witty and scathing to say but your mind was blank. He must’ve seen it on your face, because the smirk on his face grew as he said, “I’ll see you around.”

You shook your head at him, but you didn’t have it in you to argue. You didn’t want to make a liar out of yourself. Turning around, you yanked open the door of your car and got inside. When you looked back at him, EZ was already heading back towards the scrapyard again like nothing had even happened. You couldn’t see it, but you were certain he still had the same smug little grin on his face.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. You shut your eyes for a moment as you tried to will yourself to calm down. How you managed to make so many problems for yourself and then make them worse was beyond you. But here you were, stuck in a mess of your own making. You had no idea if it was going to get worse before it got better, or if it was just going to get worse.

[michaelirby]

Ez Reyes in Mayans MC Season 5 Episode 1

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - An EZ Reyes/OC Story.

So besties, I have folded spectacularly and decided to post the first chapter, just to see what the reaction is. Cue me sitting here now chewing my nails to bits as I wait to hear if it’s any good! If you enjoy it, please do let me know, and since I haven’t written a full length story for EZ yet, if you want to be helpful and put the word out to any EZ lovers out there who you think might enjoy it too, please feel free! 

Oh, and just to reiterate going on from my announcement post, this fic will centre around dark!EZ. He will be manipulative and toxic. The boy scout has died, but eventually, there will be a redemption arc. Until then, though, don’t expect a smooth ride with him! 

Words - 4,459

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.  

Maybe, if Ezekiel Reyes hadn’t been so consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge against the Sons of Anarchy, maybe if he hadn’t instigated calling a kill switch vote upon Marcus Alvarez with quite the gusto he had, he perhaps might have left time for El Padrino to warn him of such, before he was ousted from the head of the table.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. At that moment in time, the crown was a weight upon his head unlike anything he’d previously known, but he would not relent. He would not cease, not until the Sons had been pushed down via the clout of the Mayans, made to fall in line, their necks tethered like fierce guard dogs upon heavy chained leashes, each link a Mayan brother yanking back should they stray too far, ever reminded of the power they had over them.  

That power? Heroin.  

They now moved huge quantities for the Lobos New Generation cartel, their product giving the Mayans the footing they needed to crush all others beneath their weight. The streets were flooded, the prison supply now pushed exclusively by the MC, the once aptly named poison charter now standing tall and strong above all. Santo Padre led.  

The poison still swirled, though. For one man, he was only too happy, it would seem, to let it infect his veins. Yet it did not weaken him, or rather, it did no harm to the man he now was.  

The old EZ? It had all but killed him. Poisoned to death by power, greed and bloodlust. It was an opinion shared by everyone who had a seat at the table, as five pairs of dark brown eyes flitted between one another, and the large bag upon the table, placed there by their president. El Rey Oscuro, they called him in the safety of the shadows, out of the reach of his ears. The dark king. There was little light left within EZ, and they all knew it, saw it, felt it. Yes, they were back on top, untouchable, but at what cost?  

There upon the table sat the price they knew each of them would likely be set to pay for, sooner or later. The top rung of the ladder they stood upon was not without its complications, of which EZ was attempting to iron out.  

“I dunno, man,” Angel began, each other man silently thanking him for being the first to speak. “Heroin is one thing, but getting into this shit? Naw, I ain’t seeing the benefit in moving it.”

EZ rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth, his forearms flexing as he knitted his fingers together before him. “Fentanyl is more powerful than heroin, many, many times over. We aren’t moving it, per se. We’re cutting our product with it.” He paused, lifting his chin a little more, the dim templo light catching the golden tones of his irises, hues the others were surprised did not burn red. It was as if hell itself had begun to swirl within him at times, after all.  

The dark king continued. “Since the unfortunateness of the warehouse fire, our first shipment for the LNG destroyed, forcing us to move an inferior quality replacement as you all know, we need to earn points with our supplier, build further trust, show initiative. We might have the heroin trade sewn up, but it’s with garbage. It’s moving, but not as quickly as the LNG would like. This sets us apart and transforms the product to one of superior quality, if we supply it to them in order to do the cutting. It’ll bring in more cash for us, too.”

Everyone remained quiet, the men shifting uneasily in their seats, their leather kuttes feeling heavy upon them, the hard wood of the chairs stifling, binding, reminding them of their place. Everyone else was held down beneath their force, but them? They were beneath the boot and the unshakable will of one man.  

It didn’t mean, however, that they would remain unquestioning in their fealty.

“EZ, while I agree we need to show such, we gotta be careful with this shit,” Bishop began, lighting a cigarette. “That stuff is deadly. If it ain’t cut correctly, it’ll set us apart in the fact that there’ll be a trail of dead bodies all leading back to us, thousands upon thousands of croaked junkies. That’s the kind of shit that gets us watched by certain governmental department eyes more so than we already are.”  

The words of his VP were, as usual, steeped in fact and good sense. EZ was, if nothing else though, a man who covered all his bases.  

“I have a chemist, one who not only is prepared to work exclusively for us in order to synthesise the fentanyl, but once moved across the border, be there to examine the cutting process and make sure it is precise enough to give the product the correct edge, thus eliminating the overdose danger. If it’s voted in, I will take him to meet with Galindo and Soledad personally, since I already broached the latter with this suggestion. She was keen, of course I told her I would need to take it to a vote, so that is exactly what we are assembled here tonight to accomplish.”

He waited expectantly, his eyes scanning the faces of the five men who sat around the table with him. Bishop spoke first.  

“No. It’s too much of a risk, especially with the eyes on us since Creep’s arrest. The heroin is moving, and that’s all we have to worry about, EZ. You’re talking about quality of product like it’s our name on the line, like we’ll be affected by it. We won’t. We’re the mules. Let the LNG worry about whether anyone thinks it’s garbage or not. We still get our cut regardless.”  

Hank was next to weigh in. “It’s a no from me, too. It’ll bring too much heat. That chemist might know what he’s doing, but can you really vouch for every single person cutting the heroin to get that kind of delicate balance right, thousands of times over? It’s way too much risk.”

“I think it’s a good idea. I vote yes.” Of course, Nestor would. Angel rolled his eyes, muttering something well under his breath. When it came to their president, the newest member of the club was nothing short of sycophantic in his eyes. Some might disagree, and state that his opinion was tainted by the fact that he disliked him, that Nestor was simply playing safe by showing loyalty during his fledgling months as a newly patched brother.  

Gilly and Angel’s votes were both against the idea, EZ’s demeanour changing in a nanosecond as he brought the gavel down, defeated, and extremely displeased by such as they all filed out of templo. The men who had voted against him could only hope that he would see the sense in their reasoning eventually, but until then, they knew El Rey Oscuro would be like a bear with a sore head.  

Picking up a beer and a bourbon from the bar, Bishop walked over to join Angel on one of the couches, sitting down with a sigh, handing him the beer. “He’s getting worse.”  

Angel’s eyes widened, his jaw twitching as he bit down, grinding his teeth slightly. The VP had noticed him partaking of that a lot of late. “You’re right, Bish. I know we all voted for war, but shit, mano. I live in the biggest fucking regret for voting that kill switch in. He ain’t ready to be at the helm.”

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like all of his decisions have been bad, I have to give him a little credit,” Bishop began, his thumb picking at a slight flaw in his bourbon glass. “We’re back on top because of him and his choices, but when he brings ideas like fentanyl to the table, I wonder where the fuck his mind is at. He’s reckless, and you’re right. When he behaves like that, he isn’t ready for it. We gotta try and keep a firm pull on his reins. He might be the head, but us, brother, we’re the neck.”

Angel had heard this before. “And the neck turns the head in whichever direction it wants, right?”

“Right.” His eyebrows fluttered, Bishop taking a deep breath before raising his glass to his mouth. “For as long as we possibly can. The weight of the head can always break the neck.”  

That statement didn’t fill Angel with much hope, but he had to hold a belief that somehow, his brother would settle more, and the days of him being labelled El Rey Oscuro would become a thing of the past.  

While they sat drinking and discussing, the man himself left a half-drunk beer at the bar, the headache he had coming on only exacerbated by having to share space with the men who had voted against him. He was pissed off, and sought a distraction from it, somewhere where he could feel like he was the one in charge, somewhere he could relax, preferably with something pretty to look at.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Yes, he needed a distraction.  

The Luna Lounge was a relatively new enterprise within Santo Padre, the owner of such wanting to offer punters a classier feel to the surroundings in which they viewed the scantily clad women twirling around poles along the long, elevated stage that ran along the back of the bar. It didn’t matter how much he dressed it up, it was still a place to drink beer and see tits and ass. Except the beer was mostly imported and the tits and ass were of superior quality to those within the smaller, grimier establishments dotted around the bleak back streets of the border town, so it had that going for it, at least.  

EZ took a seat, a guy who looked like he was all but ready to finish his shift greeting him with a tired smile, taking his drink order. Once furnished with a beer, he moved around to the stage side, scanning what was on offer as women of various appearance clocked him, all brandishing the same warm smiles full of sensual allure, those smiles not quite reaching their eyes.  

And then he saw her.  

She was breathtaking, and he could tell as he sat down before where she slowly shimmied around a pole that she had absolutely no idea how stunning she was, but god, how she worked what she had. She should have been on the front of a magazine cover, not swinging around a pole in platform shoes and underwear much too cheap to be befitting of her beauty. She was, as the other girls were too, a little lacking in lustre behind the eyes, likely wondering how life had led to them strutting around a stage for their cash, ones and fives thrown up, tens and twenties from the more generous clientele.  

Camille could feel his eyes on her before she even turned around to view him. Tall, dark, handsome. Not many of his type frequented The Luna Lounge. In fact, she wagered he likely didn’t need to pay girls to take their clothes off and dance for him at all, looking the way he did. A mere click of his fingers would be all it took, she thought to herself, sauntering over before any of the other harpies she shared the stage with clocked him.  

“Well,” she began, crouching before him, her full lips curving in a way that made something very pleasant run through him, “aren’t you the most handsome thing to walk in here all night.”

Taking a bill from his pocket, he reached for her thong, tucking it into the elastic. “Hmm.” The noise he made confirmed he agreed with her statement; of course, he did. He’d seen himself in a mirror, he knew what he had.  

Camille looked down at her hip, seeing the bill was a twenty, turning back to him with a smile full of promise. “That’s very generous of you, handsome.” Running her perfectly manicured nail slowly down his cheek, she felt a little ripple of excitement when he turned and kissed her fingertip, his dark gold eyes focusing in on her. She liked it when they made her feel special.  

“How much time does that buy me with you dancing right there in front of me?”  

“Just enough to keep you throwing up those bills if you want more.” With a wink, she slowly rose to standing, her feline glide taking her back to the nearby pole, hoisting herself up and locking her legs around it, leaning back gracefully as she slowly turned, her blonde curls tumbling, the shining blue of her eyes fixed upon his.  

He watched her intently, focusing on the way the black lace of her underwear accentuated her body, her breasts obviously not her own, but well done enough that they didn’t look ridiculous. Not like the bad boob job currently grinding into the next pole down with the kind of uncouth gusto that didn’t exist in the blonde who was captivating his attentions with her elegance. She’d accentuated her tanned skin with little sparkles, sweeps of glitter highlighting the curves of her hips, the rise of each breast and the lithe muscles in her long, slender legs.

She was immaculate, even down to her matching mani and pedi, glittery black fingers and toes, the sooty smudge of her smoky eye makeup the same, care and effort put into her appearance. Yes, she was most definitely too good for twirling around a pole for a living, but EZ wasn’t about to tell her that. It was her job to make him feel good, after all.  

“So,” he asked after a while, Camille returned to right in front of him. “How much to get you by yourself?”  

“A standard lap dance will cost you forty. A full nude version, sixty.”  

He licked his top lip, nodding. “I think the extra twenty is worth it.”  

She smiled, gracefully getting down from the stage. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll meet you just over there by the blue curtains, Mr President.” She winked, running her hand down his arm, her pulse fluttering. God, the muscles. She loved it when they were gorgeous. And he was the president of an MC, too. A man of power, she noted. She liked that even more; it made her feel special that he’d chosen her.  

Returning to the dressing room, she changed into a nude-coloured set of lace undies, a matching dress too, leaving on the peach toned sparkly nipple pasties she wore beneath her bra, fluffing her hair, spritzing on her favourite perfume, adding a few more sparkles before changing her shoes to match. Clear lucite with pale peach ribbons tying each one to her delicate feet and ankles.  

Leaving his almost finished draught beer on the side of the stage, EZ was on his way over to the curtained area when he saw the shimmering light of the blonde appear, Camille reaching for his hand with a soft smile that was one hundred percent allure, leading him through the curtains and into the private room. It was decorated all in dark blue, with thousands of twinkling lights strewn across the ceiling, looking like a starry sky, small booths dotted around, four other girls present, all in various stages of undress as they worked their charm for the respective men who had paid for their time.

EZ took a seat in the circular booth, Camille leaning forward, resting her hands on his thighs, her lips tickling the outer edge of his ear. “Get comfortable and enjoy, handsome.” She rose slowly, her body beginning to sway softly to the beat of the music, the song unfamiliar to him, but the tones just as sensual and richly delicious as the blonde who danced before him. Her striptease was natural, unhurried and sensually suggestive, enticing him every step by the way she made a show of something as simple as removing a dress.  

He tried to fight against the spell he felt himself falling under, the enchantment of her reveal, wanting to remain in control, the one who had others bend to his will, in order to redress the shifted balance that the lack of success at templo had left him feeling. She was here to soothe the stinging within, but he would remain objective, and her his subject.  

Perhaps someone should have explained the finer details of the purpose of a lap dance to him. He was the one paying to relinquish control, and let a beautiful woman distract him with fantasy, if only for a short time. His stance over such was certainly telling over where his mind was on the subject of losing even one ounce of control in any aspect of his life, though.  

Camille felt it, too. While she didn’t know his inner thoughts, she knew he sat there tense, fighting against himself somewhat. She leaned into him, her bra clad breasts brushing his chest through the grey, long sleeved t shirt he wore, soft meeting hard, hoping to coax a little of the tension out of him. Once again, her body dipped against his, a soft, sweet moan spilling from her lips, turning on her heel and seating herself in his lap, gently rotating her rounded butt against his crotch.  

She timed it, waiting for just long enough for his pulse to escalate, standing again, her hands smoothing over her body as she unhooked her bra, the front fastening then secured by her palms as she turned back to look at him over her shoulder, a smouldering pout accentuating her lips. Turning back to him, she moved in a graceful glide to the last bars of the song, the room quiet only for a few moments before a song he recognised instantly began to play.  

Venus in Furs was one of Camille’s favourites to strip to, internally beaming to herself as she moved fluidly, her hands working in tease over her breasts before finally revealing them, the glitter of her pasties catching the dim light, sinking to her knees to crawl toward him, hands grasping his thighs and slowly stroking upwards as she brought her body up between them.  

Mounting his lap once more, she locked her eyes onto his, gently gyrating against him a few times before bending back fully, her hips rolling slowly, her hands coming up to pull at each pastie, casting them away before she sat back up again, each blush nipple stiffening a little, trailing her fingers down his cheeks as finally, she saw the corners of his mouth upturn.  

“Got him.” she thought, watching his shoulders relax, knowing it was only a matter of time. Bare naked tits usually did the trick, though. Continuing to grind herself against him, she felt his breath hit her neck, knowing she was escalating him, giving him a few more seconds before she stood, moving back to her floorshow dance, leaving him feeling as if someone had yanked at the rope of his resolve... and unravelled it completely.  

The way she’d just moved against him had utterly blown his mind, ensnared him further than her enchanting display so far, pulled him away from himself and, what he needed most, made him forget. Here, he didn’t need to be in control. Finally, he got it. But fuck, how he wanted more.  

And that was exactly her design.  

“This no touching rule is getting more difficult to stick to by the moment,” he blurted, not able to prevent the words from leaving his mouth. Her allure, her scent, her moves, her body. Her. She’d got her hooks into him, and he couldn’t help but let the complimentary statements keep on rolling off his tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”  

She smiled, smoothing her hands over her breasts, placing a foot up on the back of the booth to the side of his head, her body undulating, EZ inhaling a sharp breath. Oh, the urge to turn his head and skim a lick over her ankle. Camille saw it, too, the state she was working him up into. “I bet it’s the only thing you can think about, isn’t it? Running those big, powerful hands all over me. You have to be good, but me? Mmm, not so much.”

Lowering her leg again, she seated herself in his lap, wiggling against him, her body moving in a serpentine roll, turning her head, her breath fluttering against his cheek as she felt something very big beginning to harden against her butt. A gorgeous, jacked Latino guy with a big dick; he was definitely one hundred percent her taste, but he was work, and she had to remind herself of that.  

One more seductive dance before him, this time undoing the ribbon ties of her thong, and she was back astride him, grinding herself into him harder this time, her body pressed tightly against his, EZ physically moving his hands beneath his thighs, the temptation to grasp her almost too much to resist.  

“Yeah, do you want me, gorgeous? I can feel that you do. God, it’s so big,” she purred, her hand gently grasping his jaw as she rotated against him, EZ feeling himself spinning. There they were, client and lap dancer, and the heat that escalated between them was very, very real. More potent than either of them could have anticipated. There it was, the first thread of connection linking between them, and it crackled like a live wire.  

“You could pull my cock out and get on it right now, and I wouldn’t stop you, and no one would know. You want it, don’t you? Yeah, you wanna fuck me.”  

And god, how she did. It was unmistakable, the heat of her want as he watched the fire of it dance in her eyes, a blaze of lust that was unmistakable, that wasn’t an amped up bluff performance for the purposes of allure. However, she was in control, and she remained that way, working him up, and up... and up, until he felt his cock twitching against her, hot and hard, dying for release, tingling violently until... no she wasn't going to make him... fuck. Yes, she was. She’d actually made him cum in his pants, while staring him right in the eye entire time.

God... fucking... damn.  

He certainly hadn’t expected that, Camille climbing off him, picking up her underwear and sliding them back on, her dress following. He took her money from his pocket as he stood somewhat uneasily, adjusting his jeans, tucking the bills into the corner of her bra, eyeing her appreciatively. “What time do you finish?”

“1am,” she confirmed, fluffing her hair, resting her hands to her hips.  

“Good, I’ll wait,” he spoke, leaning to her ear. “Because the next time you make me blow my load, I want to actually be inside of you.”  

She smirked, running her fingernails down his chest, her face nearing his, still teasing him with the allure, the promise of more, until it ground to an abrupt halt. “I’m not that easy, big fella.”  

As she sauntered away, for the second time that night, EZ felt frustrated at not being able to attain the goal of having others to bend to his chosen will. While he knew the table vote would remain resolute, the same would not be said for the blonde stripper.  

He’d make her comply, because he knew she wanted him just as much as he did her. It was only a matter of wearing her down, but he would. Being on top of everything in his world was the only acceptable place for Ezekiel Reyes, and before the week was out, he very much intended to be on top of her.  

Exiting the private room, he walked back to the bar while Camille headed for the dressing room, sitting down in front of a pale beauty, with long black hair and a plentiful collection of tattoos.  

“Evening, sexy,” she purred, sinking to her knees and leaning close to him in brazen fashion.  

He replicated the lean, looking her up and down. “How’d you like to earn a hundred dollars?”

The corners of her mouth tilted. “You just came out from a private dance, and you want another? Shit, Camille must be slipping.”

“No,” he confirmed. “That girl I came out with, Camille, you say? I wanna know when she’s working this week. You tell me what hours, and the hundred is yours, babe.” To show he wasn’t bluffing, he pulled the bill from his wallet, sliding it across the shiny surface, his finger remaining. Raven looked down at it and back up at him, figuring it to be the easiest hundred she’d make that night.  

“Wednesday, seven ‘till two, Friday and Saturday, six ‘till one.”  

His finger left the top of the bill, using it to tickle under her chin with a wink. “Thanks, gorgeous.” Armed with the information he needed, he left, all the while planning his return.  

Ezekiel Reyes; he was a man who got what he wanted in the end. And damn, he wanted Camille. Meanwhile, the lady herself sat in her chair in front of her makeup mirror, sinking a shot of tequila from the bottle she always had stashed in her bag for emergencies. The owner didn’t allow the girls to drink while they worked, but in this case, she needed a little jolt of strong alcohol.  

God, the way he’d looked at her. Sure, she was in the business of having men look at her like that, especially when she was grinding herself into their lap, but there was an intensity to the man with a chest about as wide as the hood of her car, and a cock that felt so big, it likely had its own zip code. The intensity of that stare, though, a stare she knew she’d reciprocated with honest intent, it was burned into her mind. There’d been a connection there, and suddenly, Camille cursed herself for not being quite as easy as he presumed her to be.  

Because of her profession, she’d always been a little uptight about the speed with which she had sex with a guy, though. Two hours later, while she was alone in her house watching a pan of pasta bubble, she closed her eyes and saw him there, the dark, sexy man whose name she didn’t even know.  

What she did know, though? He’d be back.  

[superhoeva-archived]

❜ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐂 ❛

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐂…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

𝐊𝐄𝐘

○ 𝐀.𝐑. = 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐄.𝐑. = 𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

○ 𝐒 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐀 - 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒)

At the age of seven, an unspeakable tragedy leaves Gabriella Adéline Carter in the loving care of her godfather, Marcus Alvarez. raised by the Mayan president and his wife Izzy, Gabriella earns herself the stature of the Mayan princess. Now residing in California as the Santo Padre Mayans MC accountant, she has the hefty task of managing drugs, money, complicated relationships, and a number of perilous secrets that refuse to stay hidden.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝟓/? || 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟑𝐊 || 𝐅, 𝐒, 𝐀

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝐀.𝐑.)

While visiting Carnicería Reyes, you run into the one and only Angel Reyes.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝟑/𝟑 || 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟒.𝟒𝐊 || 𝐅, 𝐒, 𝐀

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐄.𝐑.)

You need a date to your friend’s wedding, and Ezekiel is happy to help.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝟏/𝟏 || 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟖.𝟑𝐊 || 𝐅, 𝐒

𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝟏𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 (𝐀.𝐑.)

Fifteen things the eldest Reyes brother does during sex.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝟏/𝟏 || 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟎.𝟔𝐊 || 𝐒

𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 (𝐄.𝐑.)

Ezekiel missed you. A lot.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝟏/𝟏 || 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟎.𝟔𝐊 || 𝐒, 𝐅

𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

[kellysflame]

please send me prompts or asks or requests and I’ll let my creative brain run wild. I write for Matt Casey, Kelly Severide (but I’ll try anyone in the Chicago universe pd, med and fire) and Angel Reyes( or anyone in Mayans) 🥰

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

Part 2

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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.

Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.

You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[ravennaortiz]

Hello darling I’m back again for some more smut with EZ cause I can’t get enough of that beautiful man.

Can we do prompts: 12, 21 & 39

Please and thank you! Love you❤️

Welcome back Love!!!!!! Some smut with the handsome EZ? Why of course I can do that for ya! Loves ya too! Come back for more anytime! As always 18+! Now lets get to the magic!

Lets see Prompts

12. Do you wanna come in?

21. Like what you see?

39. (blank) is yourdad/brother? Why didn't you tell me?

Fun Night, Terrible Morning

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked as you opened the door and looking over you shoulder at EZ. He seemed surprised but nodded as he followed you in. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a drink?" you stated as you locked the door and gestured to your couch. "I'll take a beer" replied EZ as he kicked his boots off and hung his leather by the door where you had put your jacket. Moving to your couch he settled in and couldn't help the grin as he heard you humming to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.

The two of you had been on a handful of dates over the last couple of weeks and he was feeling confident that you might actually be the one. "Here ya go" you replied a couple minutes later as you handed him a beer and set yours on the table. "Mind if I go change into something more comfy?" you inquired with a smile as you stood in front of him. "Not at all" replied EZ as he smiled up at you. "Be right back" you replied before walking down the hall to he assumed your bedroom.

A few minutes later EZ heard you call for him. "Everything okay?" he asked as he tapped on your half opened door. "Yeah" you called with a giggle. Confused EZ pushed the door open and the sight of you splayed out on your bed, hands roaming your body left him speechless. "Like what you see?" you inquired innocently as you let the tips of your fingers dip just slightly into your wet core. EZ simply nodded as his eyes followed your fingers as you moved them to your mouth licking them like a lollipop. "You should come get a taste" you purred as you watched EZ lick his lips.

Within seconds EZ had shed his clothes and pulled you to the edge of his bed as he latched his mouth onto your wet core." God damn" he moaned into you as he closed his eyes relishing in the intoxicating taste of you. You let out a sharp breath when his teeth grazed your clit. "EZ" you moaned as you clamped your thighs around his head as he latched onto it sucking gently.

When he added two fingers and started pressing into that soft sweet spot your body spasmed as he tipped you over the edge into a heavenly bliss. EZ moaned into you as your sweet nectar flooded his mouth. Ez pulled two more earth shattering orgasms out of you before he finally pulled away panting.

Once you had regained your ability to move some you rolled over onto your stomach and raised your hips up off the bed. "I need you in me" you whimpered as you looked over your shoulder at him. Without hesitation Ez was sliding his stiff cock fully into you making you cry out his name. Ez groaned as he gripped your hips tightly and started slamming into you. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as your walls gripped him. "Feel so good wrapped around me " he moaned as he felt you clench around him as you let out an a string of fucks as he tipped your over stimulated body over the edge. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets tightly in your fist as you came around his cock milking his own release deep into you.

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Next morning

You were startled awake by your bedroom door slamming shut. Yanking the sheets around your still naked body you saw Ez pressed against the door with a look of panic. "What's wrong?" you asked as you looked at him. Is Coco Cruz is your brother?" demanded Ez. You sighed before answering. "Yeah. I'm guessing he let himself in huh" you answered as you stated. "Don't worry he is harmless" you added trying to reassure EZ. EZ stared at you like you had grown a second head before replying. "Why would you not tell me your brother is also a Mayan? Also, no he is not harmless. He has his gun and a knife on you coffee table and asked which one I would prefer my dick to be removed with. " replied EZ his voice rising slightly in panic. "Oh. I'll go explain" you replied as you got put of bed and started looking for your clothes. "You will be fine" you added as you kissed his cheek before stepping out of the room.

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[your-space-brain]

The Space Between

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn

The way he looked at you could’ve melted a nun. His dark eyes were so brooding, with so many thoughts trapped behind them that he just couldn’t voice. His complicated mind held so many trapped notions that wouldn’t forth from his lips. He was given the curse of remembering everything.

You were his object of affection. He looked at you and the corners of his lips turned up, the subtle action lighting up his whole face. You watched him walk to you and raise his hand, to touch your fingertips to his.

You did the same, touching your fingertips to his rough ones, if it wasn’t for the clear barrier between you of glass. Instead, you were met with the smooth coolness, and he pulled his hand back as quickly as it was put up.

You could never be too sure in prison. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and as EZ picked up the black phone, so did you.

“Hey, mi ciela.” The phone receiver was pressed close to his mouth, so he could talk lower, so the others didn’t hear. He didn’t need you used as a weapon against him on the inside. His voice slowly soothed your nervous system.

“Hey, EZ.”

“How are you doing out there?”

“It’s lonely.”

“…I know.”

He didn’t regret taking the heat for the Reaper Run. He didn’t regret the beating that he got from the cops. He regretted leaving his heart behind on the outside.

“Have you been taking the money that I told Angel to give you?”

“Do I ever?”

He exhaled, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. You never did. You were so stubborn. You were about as headstrong as he was, if not more. If the situation was different, you’d argue with him.

“You need to. It’s my money.”

“I’m not worried about me, I���m worried about you.”

“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”

“There’s money on your books?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I got me, querida.”

“I know, but…” There was a moment of silence, your desperate eyes looking at his calmer, more stoic ones. “Are you keeping busy in there?”

“I try. They rip books down the spine so you only get part of them. Kind of hard to read a book when you start and stop right in the middle.”

You frowned, and changed the subject again. “Does it hurt bad?” You asked of the marrings on his skin from the police batons.

“Not too bad. Reminds me to keep moving.”

“Did they—”

“Reyes.”

They didn’t need to say it. Time’s up. 5 minutes, once a week. Your heart jumped in your throat as he stood.

“I love you.” You were desperate. He looked you right in your eyes, and you knew he wouldn’t say it.

‘I love you.’ He mouthed, before nodding as if to confirm it before he turned away. You could never be too careful. Showing emotion just got you hurt in there. 604,800 seconds, you would wait, just to get your 300 seconds with him.

— end —

[libraryofloveletters]

Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is bishop’s daughter, some swearing, alcohol and the consumption of, smoking, reader and Angel are long time besties, a small mention of death and murder, use of a misogynistic term, spoilers for bishop’s storyline in S3, being tipsy, a little makeout scene, a little bit of cheesy flirting, little bit of tension between ez and bishop, a single punch, blood and injury, a few kisses. 

Word Count: 5k 

Author’s Note: did this stem from a middle of the night fantasy ? yes it did and what :) // this one’s for you babe @halsteadssneakylink​ just cause you said I make him attractive to you <3

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Santo Padre was home.

As much as you hated to admit it, the place grew on you and you always wound up back there. You travelled for work and you tended to drift away from your roots but home was home.

25 years old and you’re moving back in with your father. To him, you were still the 12 year old kid that moved in with him all those years ago. Surely you’ve grown but things never seemed to change in Santo Padre.

The hot sun beat down against your skin and the warmth made you a little sticky. Your feet dragged along the sandy path to the clubhouse and you walked through the gate to be greeted by Coco who slings an arm over your shoulder.

“Y/n! When’d you get back, babe? Bish didn’t say nothing.” He mumbles, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “Yeah, probably to keep me from your crazy ass.” you tease, making him laugh as you two walk up the steps to the door.

Coco opens the door for you, letting you step in away from the heat. You look around, nothing’s changed in the 3 years you’ve been gone.

“Mija!” your dad walks over, arms open for a hug which you’re pulled into. “What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day at home.” he asks, walking you over to the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, shrugging. “Felt like going for a walk.”

“You walked from the house? That's a 40 minute walk.” he slides a coke over the counter to you.

You shrug once more, “I felt like walking. Also,” you slide the coke back over to him, “I'm not 12 anymore.” You reach over the counter, grabbing a beer from the lower countertop. You pop the bottle open on the edge of the bar top before taking a sip.

Bishop stares at you, his head tilts slightly before questioning you; “where’d you  learn how to do that?”

You laugh, nodding towards Hank who was sitting on the couch. “Taught me since I was like 16, dad.” Your father rolls his eyes, taking the beer from you and taking a swing before handing it back to you.

Bishop comes around the bar, his arm wrapping around you, giving you a good squeeze. “Angel’s in the shop. He’ll probably want to see you; I know you two were..” he trails off, not wanting to admit what he thought was happening between you and the oldest Reyes brother.

“We what ? Were screwing ?” you say deadpan, looking at your father. He visibly cringes, pushing you off the stool lightly.

“Get out of here, I have shit to do. Fucking weirdo.” he groans, making you laugh.

“Love you!” you giggled, stepping out the door. You stopped by the rows of bikes, Coco was sitting with Gilly who was working on his bike.

“When’d you get home, missy?” Gilly asks, looking up at you from his spot beside his bike.

“Why was my homecoming such a secret ? Y’all have let club secrets spill faster than this.” You roll your eyes, walking off towards the shop.

Angel had his back turned to you and was leaning into the car, trying to fix something. He had on one of those green button ups that they wore when they were working on the cars. You decide to sneak up on him, you weren't even sure if it would work but you’d try.

You quietly walk over to the man, lifting his shirt gently and snaking a hand under it. He froze when he felt the hand, instantly turning to see who it was. A smile appears on his face when he sees you.

“Hey mama,” he picks you up, hugging you tightly. You clung to the man, smiling and hugging him back. He puts you down after a moment, your arms still wrapped around him. “When’d you get home?”

“God, you’re like the millionth person to ask me that shit. I got home a few days ago. I've been trying to readjust to living with my dad, which we both know is the biggest pain in the ass.”

Angel laughed, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You lean into his side, you missed him; even though the relationship aspect didn’t work out for you two, you still remained really good friends. The shop looked the same, nothing changed in Santo Padre; that’s what you loved about it.

Home was always home.  

The two of you walked into the office area and Chucky was sitting at the desk. “Hi y/n nice to see you, how are you?” Chucky asks, moving a chair beside the desk for you to take a seat.

You set the beer on the counter, taking a seat. “I’m good Chuck, how you been? Hopefully the boys haven’t been roughing you up.”

“Nothing I could not handle.” he nods, turning his attention back to whatever he was doing on the computer in front of him.

Angel had disappeared in the few moments you were talking to Chucky. You decide to stay there seeing that the AC was running and you were comfortable in your chair.

There's a couple that walk in, a man with his arm around an obnoxiously loud blonde.  He’s telling her to calm down when you recognize the voice, looking over which you regret the moment you do. His eyes meet yours and his brows pull together, smiling at you.

Nowhere to run now.

“Y/n! I didn’t know you were back,” the man smiles, your evil ex boyfriend, Mark. Well, not evil but you hated his guts with a passion.

He cheated on you while you were in college, simply because you were ‘too busy’ for him when it really was this simple; if you were alive and had a vagina, he’d fuck you.

“Yup.” you mumble dryly, taking a sip of your beer.

“How’s your dad been?” he asks, continuing the conversation you desperately wanted to get away from.

“Probably plotting your demise.” you hum and he laughs.

You were serious though; Bishop had said on multiple occasions that if he ever finds the man that cheated on his little girl, he'd kill him, with his bare hands.  

The woman tucked under his arm turns to Chucky, “is my car ready?” she asks him and he tells her he’s not sure.

“God, do you fucking know anything?” she grumbles under her breath and you get off your chair.

“Don’t fucking talk to him like that.” you say, a little harsher than necessary.

The blonde steps away from your ex, towards you. She’s in your face at this point, “or what, bitch?”

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

You’re about to hit her but you feel a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. You figured it was Angel and the person carried you out of the office but not before you could shout some unpleasant words her way. The man was still carrying you, now going through the garage and you felt your heart nearly stop when you see Angel leant over into a car.

If he was there, who the fuck was carrying you?

You smacked the person’s hand lightly, they seemed to get the hint and put you down. You turn, meeting the man who was carrying you.

He was staring back at you, his tan skin glistening under the heat of the sun. He smiled at you and you took a moment to admire him. Beautiful brown eyes, a buzzcut that he somehow pulled off even though you found it repulsive on anyone else, a set of strong shoulders and arms to match and you almost swoon when he flashed you a smile - though you blame the swooning on the heat and dehydration.

The patch on his kutte says prospect; this was trouble waiting to happen.

“Who are you?” he beats you to the question.

“Could ask you the same thing, you just picked up and carried me out, you could be a kidnapper.”

“You’re a grown woman, who would kidnap you?” The man holds back a laugh.

You shrug, “it happens!”

“Will you fuckers shut up?” Angel grumbles, wiping his hands on a rag. “Mama, this is Ez, my annoying ass, less handsome brother. Ez, this is y/n, Bishop’s kid.” Angel slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

Ez smiles, nodding at you. “Yeah, well, Y/n almost fought someone in the office.”

Angel looks down at you, a questioning look on his face. “It was Mark and his girl of the week.” You tell him and he nods, “that’s her car, want me to fuck it up?” he offers and you eagerly nod. “Would you?” you look up at your friend, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“You two are fucked in the head.” Ez scoffs at the two of you, making you both laugh. Angel untangles himself from you, letting you go. “Go with Ez, and stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name, baby!” you shout at Angel, jogging to catch up with Ez.

“Angel dumped me on you which was stupid cause I’m not a kid.”

“I’m sure Bish doesn’t think that.” Ez jokes, sitting on the steps of the clubhouse. “Yeah - he gave me a coke instead of a beer today.” you tell Ez, sitting beside him.

He laughs, staring off into the distance before speaking. “I knew Bish had a kid but I didn’t know y’all were close.”

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

“Where were you before that?” he looks over at you, “if you don't mind my asking.”

“New York, Georgia and then Mexico. After that, I figured it was time to come home.”

“You travel for work?” “Yeah, I'm a nurse.” you hum, picking at your nail polish.

“Can I ask you another question ?” Ez asks you. You nod, “what’s it like having Bishop as a dad? I can’t even wrap my head around that concept.” he laughs and the sound of his laughter makes you smile.

“He was always good to me. I moved in with him when I was.. 12 maybe? It was just after Aidan passed because my mother thought it would be good for him to be with me or some shit like that but she really just wanted to party and not take responsibility for me.” you tell him, EZ nods.

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, she was a crappy mom anyways. Dad treats me ten times better than she ever could.”

You take a breath, exhaling before continuing. “Granted he wasn't around much but at least, I had a place to sleep, clothes and food to eat so I didn’t have anything to complain about. It took a long time for us to connect - I had moved away with my mom when I was 5 so we didn’t really know each other, you know?”

“But, you two are okay now?”

“Yeah, he's my best friend; other than your brother.” You say.

“You know, I remember when he was a prospect.” you chuckle to yourself at the memory. “I didn’t know what it meant to be a prospect back then; dad kept me away from the outlaw shit but I knew it had to be bad considering all the bruises and blood they’d would come back with”

“So you basically grew up in this shithole?” He looks back at the house. You smile, nodding. “Don’t knock it, the bond y’all have is for life. I grew up with them; dad, Angel, Coca and Gilly, Hank, Riz - all of ‘em. They’re my family whether I like it or not.” you tell him.

Ez nods in agreement. “I know - so they’re what made you want to get into nursing huh?”

“All the blood and bruises were practice before theory.” you smiled. “I spent most of my weekends stitching up wounds and changing bandages; but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Had it not been for dad and the guys, I wouldn’t be where I am today. They really pushed me to be the best I could be, especially dad and Angel.”

“Angel?” Ez questions, looking at you with confusion. “I can’t imagine Angel pushing anyone to do anything.” he jokes.

“Angel would spend hours on that same worn out couch in there, keeping me company while I studied. He’d even quizzed me.” you give Ez a ‘I'm serious’ look.

“Okay but what I don't get is that if they all wanted you to do so well, why not talk about it? You’re clearly incredibly talented.”

The praise brings a red hue to your cheeks, one you’re hoping you can pass off as the heat. “That’s exactly it. If they brag, well, you know how these things go - family is your biggest strength but the greatest downfall in the hands of the wrong people.”

“Who knew Bish could have such a smart kid?” he looks at you in amazement and you shake your head, laughing. “Let him hear you say that shit.”

“Let me hear what ?” your father asks, stepping out of the clubhouse. You and Ez look back at the man and you glance at Ez, he shrugs. “Nothing Bish.”

Bishop hums, looking between the two of you. “I’m headed out but I can give you a ride home, unless you're wearing that tonight ?” your father looks towards you, eyeing your outfit; you had on an old t-shirt that belongs to him and a pair of shorts.

“Obviously not.” you roll your eyes, getting up and brushing the sand off the back of your shorts. “C’mon, I’m leaving.” He tells you, stepping between you and Ez, walking towards his motorcycle.

“Can I drive?!” you shout to your father, running down the stairs and over to him. Your father shook his head, getting on and nodding for you to sit behind him.

You pouted at the man, hoping he’d give in and let you drive but he didn’t budge.

“You suck.” you grumble, getting on behind him. The man laughs, patting your hand when you wrap your arms around him.

Ez watched the exchange happen, smiling to himself, wondering if someday he’d have the same thing happen to him with his daughter.

He could only hope that he’d have that.

----

It was a bit past one in the morning when you decided to call it a night. The clubhouse is full of life and party, people in every corner having loud conversations and honestly, your head was starting to spin.

It was your first party home in a long time and you may have let loose a little more than intended.

Setting the beer bottle on the floor, you stand and stay in one spot for a minute, gaining your balance back. You manage to navigate your way through the crowd and out into the yard which was full of people too.

You stop by the stairs, slowly making your way down as you look around for your dad. You were in no condition to drive and hopefully he’d be able to take you home or Angel could take you.

Either way, you need to go home before the yard starts to spin too.

Bishop was sitting on the chair by the bikes, Ez and Angel with him as well as Hank. You manage to walk over without falling flat on your face and you squeeze in between your dad and Hank.

Your father looks in your direction; you were slouching between the two men, your head on his shoulder and your eyes droopy. Not to mention the red hue on your cheeks. “You okay mija?”

“I think I need to go home and get some sleep. Can you take me, papi?”

You used to call him papi when you were a kid and now that you’ve grown up, it was dad; but you’ll always be his little girl so whenever he hears that word, his heart melts.

“I would but I got a meeting with the kings, baby.” he kisses your forehead as you lean into his side.

He holds you close for a moment, moments like these were few and far in between.

Bishop looked around for a second; he needed Hank there and Angel, plus Angel was too drunk to drive anyways.

That left Ez.

“Ez, take her home.” He’s already standing and walking over to help you up. Bishop presses a kiss to your forehead before letting Ez help you up.

“Take care of her or I’ll kill you.” He threatens the prospect, making you laugh. You shake your head, linking arms with him, “he’s joking.”  

“I’m not joking.” He calls out to you two and you wave him off, getting onto the motorcycle. Ez makes sure you've got a helmet on before getting on and pulling out.

The drive home felt like it breezed by, mostly because your cheek was pressed to Ez’s back and your eyes were closed for all of it. When it comes to a stop, he gets off first and turns to you.

You were already swinging your legs off, sitting on the edge of the seat with Ez standing in front of you, unbuckling the helmet. He pulls it off and sets it to the side only to see that your hair has frizzed up in the few minutes. He gently brushed a hand over your hair, smoothing the parts that were sticking up. Your hands were on his kutte, holding onto it as you studied his face in the yellow streetlight.

“How you feeling ?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to look at you.  

“Better.” you smile, the smile instantly fading when you see the porch light of the house across the street turn on.

Ez follows your gaze, noticing the obvious displeasure on your face. He looked over at the house, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Just a regular house with your ex boyfriend, Mark coming out of the front door.

“Ah.” He hums, turning back to look at you. “Does he do that often?”

“No clue, he’s a fucking weirdo.” you grumble, looking back at Ez.

There's a glint of mischief in the man’s eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans into you. His hands snake around your waist, stepping a little closer to you.

“Wanna make him jealous ?” Ez asks, his lips brushing against your ear and your heart skips a beat.

You weren't thinking when you nodded, your hands resting against his chest when he closed the gap between the two of you. Ez’s lips were soft against yours, his warm hands resting just under the hem of your skirt now.

You can’t help but pull him closer so that he's standing between your legs. He grabs your leg, hitching it to hook on his hip as his hand rubs along your thigh. It was as if you lost yourself in the kiss but you felt his lips move from yours and down to your jaw.

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

Your body moves against his, wanting more than he's able to give you at that moment. EZ pushes your hair away from your neck, his hand coming to rest on the side of it. You lean into his touch, giving him space to kiss along the newly exposed skin.

His hand on your back pulls you forward and your own hand hits somewhere on the bike, holding yourself up and against him.

The sudden flash of light causing both of you to pull away, Ez lets out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. The thought of Bishop catching the two of you making out when he was just supposed to drop you off definitely instilled fear somewhere in Ez’s mind.

“You hit the lights.” he chuckles, his arm around you, holding you close as he reaches around you to turn it off. You hum, smiling as you look over his shoulder.

Mark was still sitting on his porch, his focus directly on you and Ez.

Ez turns his attention back to you and you grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. It only lasts for a few seconds but the passion coming from it was enough to tell Mark to fuck off.

The door slams on the other side of the street and you two pull away from each other, giggling like teenagers.

“Think that did it?” Ez asks, his forehead resting on yours.

You nod, smiling at him. Your hand cups his cheek, thumb caressing it softly. “Wanna come in?” you ask quietly, as if you were gonna summon your father if you said it louder.

“I don’t know if I should-” “’Cause of this?” your finger drags along the patch sewn into his kutte.

EZ watches as you run your finger along the patch, moving up to his shoulder, along his neck and finally resting under his chin. You pull him to look you in the eyes.

“Come in.”

Your hand is in his, walking towards the front door. He wasn’t resisting even though his brain was screaming at him in big red letters to leave. Ez follows you into the house, locking the door behind the two of you.

He really should leave but he follows you all the way to your bedroom before he finally comes to a halt.

You look back at the man standing in the doorway. “What?” you ask, already searching for something to change into.

“He’ll be home soon.”

You stop and turn to face Ez. “He’s spending the night at the club. He’s got business with the kings.”

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, “are you staying?”

You grab it and pull it over your head before tossing it to the man. “Or going?”

He steps into the room, dropping the shirt on the floor and shutting the door. “Are you sure?” he asks and you nod, “a hundred percent.”

Ez smiles, walking over and picking you up. “What are you doing?” you laugh, settling yourself on his lap when he sits on your bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

There’s nothing to blame the blush that’s creeping up your cheek on. So instead, you pay him a complaint. “Says Mr. Handsome.” you tease, making him laugh.

Ez lays back on your bed and you get off, settling beside him, your leg tossed over his lap and your arm draped over his torso. His arm was around you and two of his fingers trailed along your shoulder, tracing little patterns into your skin. You look up at the man, the moonlight from the window shining into the room.

“Ez?” and he hums, now looking at you. You smile, “no, what does Ez stand for? I’m sure that’s not what’s on your birth certificate.”

“Ezekiel.”

“Ezekiel.” You repeat, smiling. Ez smiles too, the sound of his name falling from your lips was now his favourite sound; he could listen to you say it forever.

His arm tightens around you, holding you a little closer. “Weren't you supposed to be sleeping already ?”

“I would have been but this handsome guy decided to makeout with me on his bike soooo” you hum, looking up at him. Your words make him blush, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, get some sleep.” he rubs along your side softly.

“If you chicken out when you hear dad pull in, the window’s the fastest way out.” you tell him, shutting your eyes but you can feel his questioning stare. “Just because I wasn't allowed around club stuff doesn’t mean I didn’t have a life, Ezekiel.”

Ez chuckles, kissing your forehead. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

----

The sun is peeking through the curtains and you groan. Your head is pounding and the smell of whatever the neighbours were cooking was making you want to puke.

When you roll over, you see that your bedroom window is open which probably means Ez opened it but you also see that your bed is empty.

Ez’s shoes are gone and so is he or so you thought until you hear shouting from the kitchen. Your dad’s voice echoed through the house, making you want to pull a pillow over your head and go back to sleep.

It was barely half past ten, who the hell could he be talking to already ?

“Nothing happened, how many times do I need to say that?” you hear Ez’s voice, making you instantly sit up.

You grab the closet shirt you can find and pull it on as you run down the hallway to the kitchen. There's a loud smack just as you reach the kitchen; Ez stumbles back, his hand over his nose with a painful expression on his face and your dad‘s expression mirrors his but his hand is in a fist.

“Dad! What the hell!” You shout, walking over to Ez.

You gently move his hand from his nose, sitting him on the chair at the table. You crouch down to check if his nose was broken - it wasn't but it was bleeding. Standing again, you shift Ez to sit forward, tilting his head down slightly so the blood would drip out.

Next, you walk over to your father who already has a cold towel on his knuckles. He winces, pulling the cigarette from his lips as you feel his hand. “Nothing’s broken.” you tell him, wrapping the towel back around it.

He takes a pull from the cigarette, “coulda told you that.” He says which makes you roll your eyes.

Making your way back to Ez, you lift his chin to check his nose once more. You hand him a few tissues before bending down to wipe the blood off the floor. “Why’d you hit him? He didn’t do anything.” the question directed to your father.

“Didn’t do anything ? He was in bed with you, neither of you had a shirt on!”

You glance up at Ez whose face was a mix of mortified and pain, you bite back a laugh. “I wasn’t naked, you’re so dramatic, papi. It’s not like we slept together - well we did, but only in the same bed. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened ?” your father asks, and you turn to look at him, nodding. “Nothing happened, I promise.”

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

Ez’s eyes widen, looking at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t he-” Shh, don’t even bother.” you take the tissue from him, gently wiping away the left over blood.

You toss it in the trash and wash your hands, “how about breakfast?” you ask the men, both of them saying they need to get to the clubhouse.

“Head out without me.” Bishop tells Ez, walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“I’ll walk you out.” you stretch your hand out, Ez cautiously grabbing it as you two walk out of the house together. You two walk over to his motorcycle that’s parked on the street. You’re sitting on the edge of the seat, Ez standing between your legs, mirroring your position from last night.

His fingertips barely brush against your thigh. “I should probably get going.” He whispers, eyes meeting yours.

You hum, “probably.” Your hand reaches for his, pulling him closer to you.

Ez’s hand moves, resting against your torso. “Can your dad see us?” he glances at the window, you look over your shoulder and shake your head.

“No. C’mere.” You reach for his kutte, pulling him towards you and closing the gap. Your lips on his and he leans into you, his hands on your lower back. “I really should go.” He mumbles against your lips, between kisses.

“Mhm hm.” your lips still on his, his hands reaching down to give your ass squeeze which makes you laugh, pulling away from the kiss. “Smooth, Ez, real smooth.”

“I try,” he flashes you a smile and his hands pull you away from the bike, getting on. You watch as he puts on his helmet, snickering to yourself. “What ?” he asks, smiling at you as he puts on his sunglasses.

“You look like a dork.” you say through giggles, hunched over in laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re adorable but the glasses and the helmet; I can’t help it.” you laughed, Ez rolled his eyes and grabbed your waist, pulling you to his side.

“Shut up, like you didn’t just get busted with a boy in your room this morning.”

“Need I remind you that you were the boy, Ezekiel.”

The use of his name makes him smile. “Say it again.” he whispers, kissing along your jaw.

“Say what- ah.” you rest a hand on his cheek. “Have a good day, Ezekiel.” you smile, leaning in to give him one last kiss before stepping back onto the curb.

You watch him pull off and head down the street and as soon as he does, your father walks out. “I don't know what time I'll be home.” he calls out to you, causing you to turn and walk towards him.

“That's okay, gonna unpack and stuff today.” You meet him on the front porch. “Come by the house if you need anything, or call. Okay ?” he pulls you in for a hug.

“I will, be safe.” you tell him, smiling.

Your father’s hand is still holding your arm, “by the way, I did see that.” he says, kissing your forehead before walking down the steps to the driveway.

---- 

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[imagininghim]

Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

[wolfiekru]

Alright alright I need a dark! president ez Reyes fic where he slowly softens up after meeting his s/o but with a twist S/o has some sort of disability that ez learns to understand✒️🙌🖤

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[drabbles-mc]

Photography Practice

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Inspired by @withmyteeth​ and Day 28 of the August Prompts: polaroid pictures

Warnings: 18+, language, implied steamy things

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Seriously though shout-out to Cricket for spoon-feeding me this entire idea. I will be weak about it for the foreseeable future. 😌

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EZ was already shuffling around the kitchen pulling things together for dinner when you got home. You toed off your shoes, shopping bags still hanging in the crooks of your arms as you did so. He glanced back over his shoulder, flashing you a smile in greeting. He looked at you for a moment, chuckling when he saw the bags you were carrying.

“Good day?”

You laughed, nodding as you walked over, “Yea, it was. In my defense, most of this is stuff we need. Promise,” you set the bags on the counter, “Except,” you reach in, blindly feeling around for the one box you needed, eyes lighting up when you found it, “this.”

You pulled it out and tossed it to him without warning. He laughed and shook his head as he caught it. Shifting his eyes from you down to the box in his hands, his grin turned to a look of slight confusion as he turned the box over.

“A polaroid camera!” you said excitedly, “I figured it could be fun,” you smiled.

A soft smile crossed his face, “Yea, we should bring it on our next trip,” he tossed the box back to you, “Would be nice to get some pictures with when we travel.”

You chuckled at the innocent suggestion, knowing that that wasn’t at all what you had purchased it for but you weren’t going to rain on his parade, “Yea, we could do that too.”

Confusion flickered back across his face for a moment, but before he could ask you to clarify further, the sizzling on the stove intensified and redirected his focus. You watched him for a moment longer before unpacking the bags to make some more space on the counter. When you were done, you lingered for a little longer than necessary, watching EZ get wrapped up in the task of cooking. You smiled, casually pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you walked by and made your way towards your room, polaroid camera box clutched in your hands.

You immediately stripped out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you set about opening the box for the camera. You peeled open the package for the film, slipping it into the camera before setting it on the nightstand on EZ’s side of the bed. He was smart, you reasoned, so maybe if you left it there, and gave him a good opportunity to use it for what you’d actually purchased it for, he would take the bait.

At the end of the night, the two of you made your way to your room. You were both tired, each having had a long day for very different reasons. You slipped under the covers on your side of the bed, rolling onto your side so that you could watch EZ as he got ready for bed as well. He chuckled, not having to look at you to know that you were watching him.

He stripped down to his boxers, turning on his bedside lamp before shutting off the main light in your room. Walking back over, you saw it on his face when he realized that you put the camera on his nightstand. He lingered for a moment, like he was trying to figure out when it got there and why. He shook his head slightly, apparently deciding it was a question for another time. Pulling the covers back, he climbed into bed beside you.

You could tell by the look on his face that the gears in his mind were still turning, not that they ever really stopped. He took a deep breath, reaching forward and brushing his thumb lightly along your cheek, “You’re beautiful,” the soft smile on his face could melt anyone’s heart.

Reaching up, you set your hand over his, running your thumb along his knuckles. You were about to say something in response when he turned back over towards his nightstand. Your eyes widened just slightly, wondering if he finally put the puzzle pieces together. You were expecting him to reach and grab the camera, your heartrate picking up speed as you waited, but instead he reached just a little father and pulled the string on his bedside lamp, sending your bedroom into utter darkness. You did your best to keep your slightly exasperated sigh quiet.

“Goodnight,” he pulled you close, tucking you against his chest and letting out a deep exhale before kissing you on the top of your head, “I love you.”

You could feel the weight of his exhaustion as he wrapped you up tight against him, and you felt what little annoyance you were feeling melt out of your body as you eased into him, “I love you too.”

EZ was still fast asleep when you woke up the next morning. At some point during the night, the two of you had drifted apart the way that you usually did. He was lying flat on his back, one hand tucked behind his head, his other arm draped low on his stomach. Some of the positions that he slept in made you wonder how he didn’t have the worst back and joint pain known to man. He made it look so good though.

His lips were tugged down into a slight frown as he slept, the steady rise and fall of his exposed chest enough to make you stop in your tracks as you looked him over. He’d almost completely shed the blanket during the night—it was now just barely pulled up to his hips. The sight of him lit by the little streaks of light that were sneaking past your curtains made him look like something right out of a painting. How someone could look so beautiful just lying there doing nothing was beyond you.

The camera was lingering in your peripheral, and you thought to yourself that even if EZ couldn’t get the hint about what you wanted to use it for, you knew what you wanted to use it for. You sat up, carefully reaching over him and swiping the camera off the nightstand. Turning it on, you giggled quietly to yourself as you brought the camera up to your face, closing one eye as you looked through your end of the lens, attempting to frame it like you knew more about photography than you really did. Realistically, it was EZ sprawled out shirtless on the bed in the early morning sunlight—angles be damned it was going to look good.

Pressing down on the button, you heard the click and the following sounds of the camera slowly churning out the tiny polaroid at the bottom. Even though you couldn’t see what it looked like yet, you were already giddy, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip in anticipation as you set the developing photograph aside.

Shifting so you could get one from a different angle, you snapped another photo, only this time the flash went off. “Shit,” you cursed in a whisper while still trying not to laugh.

That one got EZ to start waking up. He grumbled something in coherent as you moved so you were straddling his hips, one hand holding your camera and the other resting on the toned muscles of his stomach. He wiped at his eyes, slowly opening them and smiling at the sight of you on top of him. One hand instinctively reached out for you, sneaking underneath the fabric of the oversized t-shirt you’d worn for pajamas the night before.

“Morning,” he half mumbled as he smiled up at you, still more asleep than he was awake.

You laughed, drumming your fingers along his stomach, “Good morning.”

You felt his muscles tense under the delicate touch. Reaching he rested his other hand over yours, “Whatcha doing?”

You gave a slight wave with the hand that was holding the camera, “Getting some photography practice in.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, mostly awake now, “Oh yea?”

“Yea,” you flattened your hand against his stomach, running it up until you were leaning and braced against his chest, “I didn’t want to rain on your very cute parade yesterday,” you leaned in and kissed him lazily on the lips before pulling back again, “But I didn’t pick this up to take on vacations.”

“No?” his hands rested on your thighs.

You shook your head, “No. I was thinking more, something along the lines of,” you dipped down and kissed the side of his neck, “something to have on late nights when you’re away,” you kissed his jaw, “and your phone is dead so you can’t call and see it for yourself.”

His eyes had been closed as he reveled in the feeling of your lips grazing over his skin, humming in contentment. But once his brain processed what you were saying, his eyes opened again, “Oh. You mean…” he trailed off.

Pulling away, you dragged your hand back down his chest, raking your nails just enough to get a wave of shivers out of him, “Yea,” reaching over, you plucked the photos that you’d set on the nightstand. They weren’t fully developed yet, but it was enough to give him the general idea, “Something like this to keep you company?”

You could see the excitement take over his eyes at the idea. If the room had been a little quieter, you probably would’ve heard the rapid beating of his heart, too. Taking the polaroids out of your hand and setting them to the side, his hands slid up underneath your shirt again, tongue gliding across his bottom lip as his thoughts raced.

“You got more film?”

You laughed, nodding, “I think we’ll be alright.”

Before you even knew what was happening, EZ switched your positions so that you were lying on your back on the bed and he was hovering over you. He snatched the camera out of your hands, setting it aside so that he could reach and pull your shirt off over your head, and you couldn’t help but to laugh even though the heat and chills washing over your body were no laughing matter.

“I promise I’ll buy you more,” his hand ran up your thigh, a sinful grin on his face as he grabbed the camera, “but the rest of this is mine.”

Your laugh gave away how breathless you were, “You gonna tell me you’re a photographer now too, Ezekiel?”

He leaned down, kissing you on the lips before gripping your hips and pulling you farther down on the mattress, smirking as his free hand lightly traced along the thin fabric of your underwear, “Something like that.”

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Angel Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Miguel Galindo x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC)

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)

𝐊𝐄𝐘

† - nsfw

∞ - author favorite

✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.

𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help. 

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦

☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ ||  𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™

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