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black mascara — EZ REYES

A|N: in honor of the season 5 trailer, I had to write a little something. This one will actually be small since I don’t have too much to go off of in writing this but I can’t lie and say I’m not a little fired up! So get comfy.

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“See that crave for power…that’s seeping through your pores is exactly what’s gonna get you killed, Ezekiel.”

“…if that happens to be the case, I hope they know their prayers well because I’ll still be here from beyond the grave.”

She did not know this person that she sat face to face with. She didn’t even know what that statement means. Majority of the time Hadiza kept out of The Mayans business, despite the fact that her older brother Franky interacted with them from time to time. She knew Ezekiel way before he decided to join the club and although she’s seen the Mayans around town, she didn’t have much of a opinion when the man first brought the idea to the table a week before his release.

Now she wished she would have.

Back then she trusted that Ez knew what he was doing.

This Ezekiel was not the man she used to know.

Hadiza had a feeling this would happen, that as soon as Ezekiel got into the president’s chair, a whole new level of danger would be unleashed. She saw the shift in Ezekiel throughout his time in the charter happen gradually, that her worries started to keep her up at night. The lack of sleep even proposed her to talk to Felipe about it, who simply listened and still had faith in his baby boy until Gabby came around.

Which was kinda foul the longer she thought about it. Was her word really not good enough when she’s been around? She’ll have to take that up with Felipe at a later time, respectfully.

She’s known Ezekiel since high school…it’s been years since they stepped into their adulthood. However a good portion of Ezekiel’s youth was ripped away from him the night his mother died.

Yes people change…but not like this.

Hadiza was beginning to think that a piece of Ezekiel died with his mother that day but what could she say about him now? So much has happened since then and He wasn’t the same—sure it was foolish to think that he would be completely healed from that tragedy but the light in his pretty honey eyes, did not reflect what was beyond them or what was on the outside.

“So that’s it then,” she raised her shoulders, “you’re gonna waste your life away for reckless shit? You’re better than this Ezekiel.”

“What do you exactly expect me to do? This is the duty that I’ve strived for. And you’re looking at me as if we didn’t know it would always end up being this way. I know you didn’t think this shit was rainbows and daisies, you’re much smarter than gabby in that sense.” Ezekiel bit, yanking a cigarette from his pocket.

Hadiza shook her head, “speaking ill of the dead…somebody that you killed and claimed to love like she was just nothing to you. I’m not feeling this. Or you.”

“There’s the door, fucking use it,” Ezekiel flared his nostrils as he pointed at the exit, “you’re the one who came here trying to preach to me what I’ve already heard. And what I’ve told myself before back when I was weak. What? you thought shit was gonna change because it’s coming from you? I’ve got to be smarter than that, especially when it comes to the club and nothing you can say to me right now…matters.”

“Then what does, motherfucker?!” She was on her feet now, “greed? Selfishness? No wait. I got it, your ego.”

The man lifted his shoulders, not needing to say anything more or seemed to be the least bit phased by the irritation that was showing in his long-time friend’s frame.

“Going after the sons—

“I don’t want to hear it.” Ez glared, “I’ve seen enough wars to not fear a damn thing. Don’t you ever question: Where does fear get you, diza? Look in the mirror. Everybody pays a price with the cards they’ve been dealt.”

The woman chewed down on her bottom lip in annoyance, “and just how much are you willing to lose?”

“That’s something I’ve got to reflect on in my own time…but you’re here.” Ezekiel kept his eyes trained on the woman, puffing on his cigarette.

Before Hadiza could lose the courage she said, “Fuck your subliminal and fuck you.”

“We’ve already done that, remember? With Sofia watching in the background. I think the message then was very clear and something you should thank me for.”

That was so low and disrespectful, considering that Hadiza had a moment and went to someone who she thought cared about her well-being. At that time she just received the news that her fiancé wanted to break off the engagement after cheating on her with a co-worker and the first person she went to was Ezekiel. He was the first person she thought about and felt complete with—a mistake on her end, sure but she wasn’t expecting him to have company other than Sally.

The smirk that was on his lips was smacked right off by her hand. However that did not stop Ez from yanking on her wrist and getting into her face.

Anyone was fair game at this point.

This she knew deep down.

He could end it all, right here in this trailer.

What made her any different?

Did he even love her anymore? Or was she just another ploy in the way Ezekiel floated around life now? Hadiza was not part of the club so why was she becoming collateral damage?

“You don’t get to come here and think our friendship and reminiscing about the old times, or guilt trip me about Gabby, would stop me or save me from myself. That’s not your job, never was amor. Sorry I couldn’t live in your fantasy of being a good ol’ friend to you anymore. But that’s life, so either continue standing by and keep your mouth shut or take a walk and don’t look back.” Ezekiel gritted into her face and that hurt more than him squeezing her wrist.

The black ink dripped down her brown cheeks as she hissed, “you’re done to me.”

And this she hoped she meant. She couldn’t stick around and she knew Ezekiel was pushing her to do so but ultimately it was her choice. Her eyes stung from the makeup as she clenched them closed, fighting away the memories of their teenage years: watching Ezekiel love Emily, having intense debates over literature in class and outside of, him being there for her first heartbreak and attempting to get angel to drive him to the asshole who broke her heart house to egg it and piss on their front doorstep, to Marisol Reyes encouraging her to keep loving her son the best way that she knew how…

“Good,” Ezekiel breathed into her face, shoving her fist back down her by her sides.

He broke eye contact after awhile since she no longer had any words for him. He placed the cigarette back to his lips as he slouched back on the couch. Hadiza swiped the mascara from the bags underneath her eyes, deeply inhaling and battled with herself on what to do or say.

The words fell empty just like the relationship she once had with the man she called her best friend.

She sniffed as she snatched up her bag, making sure she had her keys before she took her exit. The door to the trailer opened on her way, revealing Sofia who easily picked up on the tension in the home. Her dark eyes shifted between the pair but Hadiza patiently waited for the wavy haired woman to get out of her way.

Ez pressed his elbows into his knees as he grunted, “What is it, Sofia?”

If Hadiza continued to be foolish she would have tried to believe that the tone of his voice was telling her something, besides him being an asshole. That perhaps he didn’t truly want their friendship to end but that’s the difference between the two, she didn’t have to be selfish.

“Um, you’ve some company. Bishop and Tranq are outside.” Sofia informed as she stepped into the trailer with Sally.

Ez quickly got to his feet, putting his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and brushed his shoulder by Hadiza as he left the trailer. Sofia easily picked up on the woman taking a sharp breath at his actions but didn’t speak on it.

It didn’t take the most intelligent person to understand that something transpired between the two. Their relationship didn’t threaten what she had with EZ and in a way, Sofia actually thought it was beautiful. How their relationship didn’t appear to be transactional or circumstantial. How simply being next to each other was enough for them. Or it used to be. Yet Sofia wasn’t naïve to think that it would last with the new propositions EZ took on.

Sometimes that’s just the way life worked out and the sooner Hadiza figured that out…maybe she could protect her heart a bit better.

It was a little awkward as Hadiza had to collect herself, hand on the trailer’s door before she went outside. Sofia wasn’t one for words and she wasn’t sure anything she could say would provide comfort for Hadiza either. After what happened right here in this trailer, weeks ago, it’s not like the two had the chance to really talk about it.

They didn’t have to but it seemed like Hadiza always had a lot on her mind.

Thankfully for Sofia, Hadiza pushed the door open, not sparing her a glance, either placing herself on autopilot or trying her best to ignore her presence—it didn’t bother Sofia one way or another as Hadiza left the home.

“See you around then,” Sofia muttered, taking a seat on the couch, after the door clicked shut behind Hadiza.

Her long legs kicked up the dirt as she passed by the group of men on the side. She couldn’t get away from the place fast enough, feeling her heart being squeezed with each step she took.

“Hey,” Tranq started to call out to the woman but it was almost as if she heard nothing while she shoved herself into her car.

Bishop’s eyes were back on EZ as his eyes briefly burned into Hadiza’s retreating form. He just knew the Reyes brother fucked that up and it’s a shame because he was fond of the girl, despite her having a connection to a pig. Of course he never fully trusted her (by no fault of her own) but she was kind enough whenever she rarely showed up to club.

He kept it silent but he knew his body language did enough talking for him as EZ focused back on him.

“Tonight is the night, round everybody up.” Ez ordered, stalking off and daring a glance at Hadiza’s car and over his shoulder as he stood on the steps of his trailer, while she backed off the lot and sped away, eyes solely on what was in front of her and not what was left behind in the rear view.

Ez swallows down the small lump that wants to form in his throat but that wasn’t important right now. He had other things to tend to and Hadiza was no longer one of them.

Instead of running back, she ran to her mother’s arms who was less than thrilled to see her baby this upset over a man who she trusted to be good to her child.

Later Hadiza found herself in her mother’s hands again when she received the devastating but expected news from Angel Reyes on her door step. She broke down in the doorway right in front of him and she knew the eldest brother couldn’t handle that amount of heartache that he also shared, despite him placing a kiss to the top of her head and leaving her with one of EZ’s dog tags, he left her with the woman who gave her life to deal with the weight of the lost on his own.

Hadiza then sent a letter to Felipe a couple of days before she decided to take her life elsewhere, away from all that Santo Padre showed her. She wasn’t sure if there would even be a funeral or memorial but she had to get out while she can still stand.

Antigua was always a place Hadiza wanted to visit and now she can say that she lives here comfortably.

She left her mother on the front deck to get them a refill of her famous rum punch that was leftover from her mother’s house party yesterday night. Hadiza was humming to herself in solitude until she heard her mother screaming out to her from outside.

The woman did not hesitate to race around the house with a bat, ready to fight off any Osprey’s that decided to invade their property again. Hadiza held her breath as she yanked open the door, eyes wild as she searched for her mother on the deck.

“What is it, ma?” Hadiza exhaled, seeing her mother sitting up on one of the wicker chairs.

Her mother nudged her chin towards the front and Hadiza cautiously took a step towards the railing. A few of her fingertips rested on the banister as she leaned over a bit, looking over at the new found community they both settled into. It was quiet as usual, air warm, seaweed scented, and fresh.

She wasn’t sure what had spooked her mother until her eyes settled down by the cars parked along the curb. Her eyes moved to the left a bit and she had to rub at one of them to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. It tended to do that the first couple of weeks she settled in the country. Lately she’s been okay. A figure stood by a identical golf cart (that they had in their driveway) that was parked right behind Hadiza’s car, fitted cap on their head as their hands held onto a mobile device.

Her throat went dry before she could even muster up and ask if she could help the person locate who they were searching for…because she knew it was him before those honey eyes looked up at her.

“Ezekiel.” She shuddered, feeling her mother get to her feet behind her, like the DJ Khalid meme, almost like she wasn’t still healing from the last Osprey attack two weeks ago.

Her mother also gripped onto the banister, “Oh hell no. I rebuke this demonic spirit, get away from here!”

And tossed the freshly watered plant at Ezekiel who side-stepped the assault.

“Hey, Mrs—it’s just me!”

“I know! Aren’t you supposed to be dead, you bastard?!” She yelled back.

Hadiza whispered at the woman, “Ma, please.”

The woman humphed, folding her arms as she waddled back to the chair, already aware how this would go.

Hadiza pointed the bat at Ezekiel, “wait right there.”

“Not if you’re gonna beat my ass.”

“I’ll think about it by time I get downstairs.”

Hadiza’s mother cackled at that, knowing she raised her baby with some sort of sense.

Hadiza couldn’t tell you how she felt but the brain fog was kicking in. She weeped over this man too many times just for him to be here in the flesh, like they all didn’t experience the hell he indulged in back in Santo Padre.

Her mother was right to think a demon was standing in front of their home. The anger Hadiza directed at EZ after receiving the news of his death was like no other emotion Hadiza’s had before but she found peace in Antigua.

She halted at the front door, noticing EZ fumbling with his fingers after the phone disappeared from his hold. Hadiza took her time going down the few front steps, crossing through the grass and down the slope to the gravel.

The man looked up at her approach, carefully reaching up to lift the cap from his head to mess around with the brim of the hat as Hadiza moved closer but almost not close enough.

His eyes immediately went to her head, noticing that the mountain of coarse hair that she had was long gone into a buzzed style now.

He smiled, “you finally did it huh? I know you’ve been eating ‘em up more than ever out here.”

And she couldn’t stand it, her eyes scanning the old yellowing of bruises and cuts on his face, puffing out a laugh at his compliment as she almost collapsed into his arms, bringing his body so tight to hers that he thought he would break her rib cage but he followed through with the same actions.

Her chin buried into his shoulder, one of his hands around the small of her back, and the other cradling the back of her head, he heard her sob against him and he couldn’t be more apologetic.

When they pulled apart, she held onto his face analyzing the marks on his skin before she inflicted her own attack on his lower half.

“Hey! Ow!” A good whack to the top of his head, made Ezekiel stop taking the hits as he gripped her wrists again.

Except this time was different, his touch was much more softer.

“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for filling your head up with doubts and making you believe that I didn’t give a shit about our friendship. When quite frankly—no pun intended, you’re the best got damn thing that’s been in my life.” His hands slipped into holding her hands into his own large ones.

And the way he was staring at Hadiza, let her know that this was the old Ezekiel she had missed. It was the spark in his eyes that made her feel safe, given what he got himself involved in.

He could see her mind spinning with questions, the corners of her eyes damp with tears.

“What did I say to you when we first became friends?”

“…’jalapeños on these nachos are missing and I make better ones than these whack ass ones you’re eating.’” Hadiza actually thought about this.

Which made a goofy grin appear on Ez’s face and he shook his head with a sigh, “yeah I think I did say that but after that? I said you’re stuck with me if you choose me. It would always be Kiel and Diza for life, remember?”

It was ironic that he wanted to think back when he basically was rude as hell to her about this in his trailer months ago. The bitterness was still in the pit of her stomach but the higher road wanted her to be happy that this man, her best friend, Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes was very much still alive.

Hadiza wasn’t sure how the fuck he did it but here he was, wiping away her black mascara before holding her hands in his again.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she peered down at their hands, lifting their conjoined hands up to place her lips right on the back of his hands. Ezekiel let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.

“For life.” She repeated, staring at him underneath her eyelashes.

He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as she pulled the necklace from around her and placed it back on Ezekiel where it belonged. He glanced down at it, a new wave of emotions hitting him as he realized a piece of him was always with the one woman he deeply cared for.

“Let’s get inside.” Hadiza told him, as he leaned over to place a kiss to her full cheek.

She turned, her hand still resting in one of his hands as he reached for the fallen bat with the other, “think I might need this if I try to give your mom a hug.”

Hadiza laughed, “Baby steps, Kiel.”

“That’s fair.” He answers from behind her, letting her lead the way to her new home.

Perhaps now here in the Caribbean, they had the chance to create a better life, a better friendship together with no more black ink or blood spills blinding the way.

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Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven.

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon.

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt.

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand.

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something.

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting.

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag.

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you.

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre.

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car.

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer.

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela.

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?”

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break.

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist.

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well.

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer.

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second.

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas?

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it.

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders.

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window.

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration. “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking.

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door.

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life.

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is.

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness.

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want.

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives.

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words.

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought.

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing.

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to.

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach.

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently.

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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 3

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 611

Summary: While the club puts together a plan, you have a small chat with Nestor.

Warnings: None

A/N: This part is just a filler, sorry if that’s disappointing! Action coming soon! 💥

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EZ jumped off his bike, you did the same and before you knew it he was storming towards the clubhouse. You were barely able to keep up with his pace. Thankfully, he stopped for you at the door. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Until then I can’t risk leaving you alone—“

“Want me to stay with Felipe? Or do you want one of the guys watching me when you’re not around?” You assumed those were your options and that was more than fine with you. You were not comfortable being alone after that and had intentions to have this conversation anyways.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to stay by yourself again. It was such a terrifying and traumatic experience, being kidnapped and manhandled in the worse way possible to put it lightly was enough to have you scared of what could happen if the Burning Souls managed to grab you again. Especially knowing they’re after the club and revel in attacking the club’s loved ones.

“Neither. I want you with me. Those bastards aren’t taking you ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. You should have known that would have been his response but it took you by surprise anyway.

EZ ushered you into the clubhouse. The guys were doing the usual — drinking, playing cards, playing pool, telling jokes and talking about past memories. All that came to a halt when the Vice President bellowed, “Templo. Now!” He didn’t wait for response, angrily entering their meeting room and taking a seat at the table. Everyone looked at you for a clue or something so they could understand Ezekiel’s anger. When their eyes landed on you, they immediately understood and hurried to their seats.

You could tell in the way they moved and how their expressions changed — they were pissed too.

You took a seat at the bar once the room emptied.

Of course, Nestor watched the whole thing go down but he was more concerned with reading your body language. Nestor slid you a water. He figured after all you just went through you needed to hydrate.

The glass clinking on the bar top caught your attention. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about Nestor still being in the room. You eyed the glass of clear liquid. “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol.” You slid the glass back to him and he shook his head.

“It’s water. You look dehydrated. Trust me I know the look.” He slid the glass to you once more. You studied Nestor. Despite it being months since his prospecting began, it still felt weird to you seeing him in a kutte instead of a fancy outfit or suit.

“I know you’ve seen a lot of shit. So tell me, what would you be doing if you weren’t here?” You attempted to take your mind off the matter at hand plus you enjoyed Nestor’s company, despite the club’s opinion and feelings. You genuinely didn’t understand the tension between them and Nestor.

“You’re right. I have seen a lot of shit. So have you. So has everyone in this town.” Nestor paused, the wheels turning in his head. He could tell he could trust you; hell, he already did. “Literally anything else.” He cracked a smile. You couldn’t help but notice he had a nice smile, made him look relaxed. You chuckled at his little joke.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You nodded in agreement.

It was that moment that the club came flooding into the room. A thickness filled the room. You knew they had a plan, a brutal and bloody plan.

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missadangel · 29 days

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Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 10: Pregnancy Test

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Dios Mio! What's this smell?

Dolores' rather loud voice woke you from your sleep. You had an incredible headache, you barely opened your eyelids and looked at her.

'Have you been smoking?'

She also realized the bottles of liquor on the floor.

"And drinking?"

You lifted your head and sat up in bed.

'I couldn't, actually.'

It was true, you insisted on trying many ways to get rid of your worries lately. Yesterday you'd gone to the last fitting of the wedding dress and on the way home, when you were alone again, still avoiding Felipe, you'd decided to buy a cigarette.

‘I mean I drank much but not smoking thing. I tried, but I was almost choking.’

‘Oh, you need a shower, cariño. Big day tomorrow.’

She was right, the day had finally come.

Even though you can't smoke, the smell of cigarettes was all over you. You got out of bed to take a shower.

‘I threw the cigarette pack in that bag, can you please throw the bag in the bin?’

You took off your clothes and went into the bathroom.

‘With the contents?’

Dolores looked inside the bag and saw a lot of junk food, mostly chocolate and...

‘Oh, my sweet, merciful, Jesus!’

A pregnancy test.

‘What now?’

She picked up the test with a shaking hand, when you looked at her you rolled your eyes.

‘Calm down, it's not mine.’

She opened her eyes widely, you decided to explain.

‘I saw a woman at a dress fitting, crying, or rather she must have been a bride-to-be. She asked me to put it away before her future husband comes, so I tossed it in my bag quickly. The poor girl was crying and crying, it was obviously an unwanted pregnancy. But I forgot to throw it away, now please do that before anyone sees it.’

Dolores breathed a sigh of relief and pressed her hand to her chest.

‘Oh, thank you Jesus.’

'And Dolores, please wash your hands.’

'Oh,' she said as she tossed the test back into the bag in disgust.

You turned on the tap and waited for the hot water to come on.

'One more thing,' Dolores said.

'Yes?'

'You and Felipe never...'

'No! Never! Get out!'

'Okay, okay, just to be sure,' she said, closing the door.

As she walked down the stairs all she could think about was getting rid of this filthy bag and then washing her hands until they get hurt.

'Hey Dolores, where's our bride-to-be?'

Caroline was just arrived.

'Oh don't even ask Miss Reyes. She's very nervous and there's a lot to do. First we have to get her ready, don't mind if she scolds you, by the way, that's what I'm doing. Then we have to go to the hotel and make sure everything is in order. And I have to get rid of this garbage.

‘Calm down, give it to me, I'll throw it away for you,' said Caroline.

‘Thank you very much, please be there to calm Y/N down after.’

‘Of course, that's what I'm here for.’ Caroline went out to throw the bag in the bin, and just as she was about to do, the bag shook and the contents flew out. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she saw the pregnancy test.

‘Oh my God!’

She understood why Dolores wanted to get rid of this bag immediately. But she was wrong.

So wrong.

----

You were getting dressed when Caroline came into the room, but all that booze you had last night was attacking your stomach. You felt sick, so you ran to the toilet. Caroline's perfect timing made her sure you were well and truly pregnant.

‘Sorry, Caz,’ you said as you left the bathroom.

‘It's nothing, it's quite normal actually,’ she said, looking at you strangely.

‘Dolores told you too?’

‘Yeah, kinda.’

‘Okay, I'll get rid of it, and it won't happen again, just don't let Dad hear it.’

Caroline continued to get it completely wrong as you talked about drinking and smoking.

‘Get rid of it? You didn't tell him?’

‘Told who?’

Caroline paused for a moment, of course the chances of you sleeping with Felipe were as impossible as the sun rising in the west, but she had to be sure.

‘I meant Felipe.’

‘What's he got to do with it?’

‘Then Javi-’

Your whole body almost froze when you heard his name.

‘Do you want to make me suffer? I can hardly stand it already, and why should I tell him? He must have heard I'm getting married tomorrow by now, he'd come if he wanted to.’

When you started crying, Caroline gave a hug.

‘I'm sorry, forgive me, I just, he has a right to know.’

‘It doesn't matter, I have to get married whether he knows or not, all my father's acquaintances, protocol guests will be at the wedding, even the president himself.’

‘But this situation is very different.’

Suddenly Dolores opened the door, flustered.

‘The ride is here ladies, we should get going now.’

-----

As soon as the wedding date was set, invitations were printed and the diplomatic and politic circle were informed. Some newspapers even carried the wedding announcement in their pages. So Steve heard the wedding announcement from the news from Colombia and got angry. He realized that what you and Javi had was no ordinary crush. He was worried about Javi, so he was a little nervous when he arrived in Texas.

‘Steve?’

‘How you doing, Jav?’

He approached the porch.

‘Good,’ Javi said, sweating profusely from carrying wood for hours. ‘Come on, I'll get you a drink, I needed a break anyway..’

‘Sure.’

They went inside, Javi took a beer from the fridge and handed it to him, then another, pressing his own bottle to his neck to cool off.

‘What brings you here? You look tense,’ he said, taking a sip of his beer.

‘Jav, have you heard about the wedding?’

A flash of anger flashed in Javi's eyes.

He knew.

‘And? You're not gonna do anything?’

‘Like what? Should I object to the priest and drag her away like we’re in a fucking movie?’

‘You love her! I know you hate the thought of her being with someone else!’

Javi didn't react. Steve spoke in a calm tone this time.

‘Look, I'll arrange a jet tomorrow, and if they ask why, I'll make something up, but I'll take you there anyway, man. Don't let her marry someone else.’

‘Even the President will be there, she wouldn't want to embarrass his father neither I can ask her to do that.’

‘Oh come on. Fuck his reputation. She loves you. I saw it in her eyes, don’t lose your true love. If Connie married anyone else but me, I'd probably be fucking ruined.’

‘He's right, Javi,’ Chucho said suddenly. He has overheard them.

‘Come on, pop,’ he whined. ‘Tomorrow she'll be somebody else's bride.’

‘Then go over there and get the bride for yourself.’

Steve smirked at him. But Javi was still having trouble making up his mind.

Until Steve's phone rang.

Steve stood up, it was a call from work.

“Yes?”

“Agent Murphy, you have a call from Colombia, the lady said she's Caroline Reyes and it's urgent.”

Javi looked at him, got worried when Steve’s expression changed.

“Is something wrong?”

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You were about to faint in the hotel lobby when your future mother-in-law wouldn't shut up. Talking about tomorrow as if she's getting married, not you. Caroline was gone for an hour, and it looked like she wasn't coming back.

Luckily, when you ran away from her to go to the bathroom, you rushed to the hotel bar. You needed a stiff drink, in fact it seemed like a good idea to get drunk. That way you could watch all the bullshit going on around you, with a peaceful smile.

You had just picked up the glass when someone hit your hand hard, almost spilling your drink.

"How could you?"

"Caroline? What the hell, are you crazy?"

She really was acting crazy.

"How can you come to the bar, like that?"

"Let me have a drink and relax, come on."

"No, come with me right now." She pulled you by arm. "If you want to relax, rest in your room, you must be tired."

"I mean yes, but..."

She kept pulling you and you went up to the room together. You were angry, and really needed a drink, but for some reason she was being overly cautious. Maybe she was afraid that your father would find out that you had recently become addicted to alcohol.

Dolores and Caroline stayed in the room with you for a while. In the evening, when everyone have retired to their rooms to get ready for the big day, you went down to the lobby wanted to sneak into the bar, but you noticed Felipe, looks upset. He looked like he needed a drink as well.

Wasn't he the one who was dying to get married?

The last thing you wanted was to argue with him, or worse, have him talk to you about wedding. So you came up with a brilliant idea.

You were the bride, whatever you wanted would be done immediately today and tomorrow.

You went down to the hall where the wedding was to take place, fortunately it was late and only the staff were there, working non-stop for tomorrow. One of them noticed you and approached you.

"Do you need something, señorita?"

"What is your name?"

"I'm Andrea, ma'am."

"Look Andrea, tomorrow I'm going to be extremely stressed, so I want you to bring me a drink every hour, but not in a normal glass, okay? A juice cup or a coke cup or whatever it is, as long as no one can see through it. Do you understand?"

She did, but also confused.

"My family is afraid I'll get drunk and ruin the wedding, you know what I mean."

"Oh, I see, don't worry, I'll mix it with real juice," she said.

"Smart girl. Thank you."

-----

Wedding day….

The wedding takes place on the beach in Santa Marta, in one of the most luxurious hotels. It was probably every woman's dream place to get married.

To the man she loved.

Not for you, obviously, you were feeling like holding up your end of the bargain.

That's all you thought about when your hair and makeup were getting done. You wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible and worry about the rest later.

"It's perfect, you look so pretty," Caroline said. She touched your hair, her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't you dare to cry, that's the last thing I need," you scolded her. She nodded.

Soon there was a knock at the door and Andrea came in.

"Cool pineapple juice for the bride?"

"Great, thanks," you said and grabbed it. Andrea giggled and left. It was pineapple vodka, you drank it immediately, it felt good. For a moment you felt your nose freezing because you drank it so fast. Caroline frowned.

"You must be very thirsty."

"Yes, it's hotter here than in Cali."

"Yeah, I'm sweating all the time," she said nervously, looking at her watch. It was like she was the bride and not you, but you didn't care because the vodka made you feel super relaxed.

Two hours later, when it was time for you to put wedding dress on, you realized there is no turning back now.

While everyone complimented you, you just stared at the mirror, at the beautiful girl in the mirror. You didn't try to hold back the tears anymore because everyone kept telling you that this was normal on your wedding day.

They had no idea what made the tears flow.

You'd already had more than one drink, so you were a little high, and unfortunately something happened that you couldn't have predicted.

You had to pee.

"How could I not have thought of that?" you said to yourself as you realized that no one was in the room. You had to pee and they were all gone, great. You tried to lift up the bottom of your wedding dress, but it was impossible to sit on the toilet, so you just took it off.

But it was much harder to put on by yourself.

When it came to the buttons on your back, no matter how much you stretched your hands back, you couldn't button up.

Then you heard the sound of the door closing, it had to be Caroline.

“Caz! Help me please? I can’t button up my dress.”

If you go out with your dress’ back open, you could fall so you walked backwards. You were sure it was Caroline behind you, even though you couldn't see her face.

But you were surprised when you felt the fingers on your back because they weren't like Caroline's thin fingers, they were bigger, longer, strong, warm...

It was like his fingers.

Your heart started beating like crazy. You were dying to turn around and look at his face, but you couldn't, you just stood there.

After buttoning the last one, he pulled his hands away.

Since you didn't turn around, he stood in front of you and looked at you.

And there he was, with all his charm.

His warm brown eyes were as beautiful as ever. He wiped the tears flowing from your cheeks with his long fingers, his warm smile almost making you forget where you are and what you are about to do.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice music to your ears.

But then it made you angry that you realized he did nothing all this time and appearing all of sudden.

“Why are you here?”

Suddenly the door opened and Andrea walked in, steadily doing her duty.

“Here's your drink - I mean your juice, señorita,” she said and left the cup on the table.

“Just when I need it,” you said and picked up, took out the straw and took a quick sip.

Javi frowned but seemed to understand, taking the cup from your hand and smelling.

“Vodka? Are you crazy?”

“I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard day,” you hissed.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“I'm already doing the most irresponsible thing I've ever done. Besides, I don't remember inviting you to the wedding,” you grumbled.

But he got angry, as you reached for another sip, he picked up the glass and throwing it in the trash.

“From now on you are my responsibility,” he said and grabbed your arm.

“What does that mean?”

Just as he was on his way out the door with you, Caroline came in.

“Guys, the ceremony is about to begin and they will announce the bride in a moment. President almost finishes his speech, be quick.”

You were trying to get out of Javi's grasp but he wouldn't let you.

“Javi, let go, it's too late.”

“I won't let you marry him,” he said, for some reason very angrily.

“If you'd be so angry about this, why didn't you come earlier?”

“He didn't know, I had to tell him,” Caroline interrupted.

“Tell him what?”

It was impossible that he didn't know about the wedding, you got the idea she meant something else.

“The baby of course,” she whispered.

“I'm sorry, what?”

“You're pregnant,” she said.

You froze.

Was it because of this?

“What, pregnant, are you fuckin crazy?” you yelled.

Javi frowned and Caroline was confused.

“But, when Dolores told me to throw that bag in the trash yesterday morning, I found the test and-”

“Damn, Caroline, you've got it all wrong. That wasn't mine.”

“What?”

“You're not pregnant?” Javi looked disappointed.

Which really pissed you off.

“You came all this way because you thought I was pregnant? Not because you love me, not to prevent me to marry another man?”

Felipe heard half the conversation, so it was his turn to misunderstand.

“Are you carrying his child?”

You let out a loud sigh.

“Felipe, it's not what you think-”

“I asked you a question!”

He was about to walk up to you angrily but Javi grabbed his arm and pushed him away.

‘Watch your tone, man.’

Then he grabbed Javi by his collar, but Javi was a well-trained agent, he grabbed his arms back like about to arrest him and push him hard almost made him fall.

He was surprised as hell, ran out of door.

‘Felipe, wait!’

‘I think he’s offended,” Javi smirked.

You wanted to go after him because you were afraid he'd tell your dad. As you were about to go out the door, Javi grabbed your arm.

‘Let him go, come with me.’

‘Don't you think it's too late to say this?’

Suddenly there was a gunshot, followed by screams from the crowd.

‘What the fuck?’

Javi quickly pulled you near to the wall. Caroline was standing right behind you.

He opened the door to see what was going on, squinting at the crowd.

‘What's going on,’ you asked curiously.

‘Who knows what trouble you've got yourself into again,’ he said, smiling mischievously at you, but continuing to stare outside. You rolled your eyes.

‘I didn't really do anything this time.’

So it was true that you'd done nothing but become an alcoholic.

‘Fuck,’ he muttered. ‘I think there’s an assault to the president.’

‘What?’

Then Steve walked through the door.

‘Javi, the president's been attacked, I think he's shot.’

‘Who could it be?

‘I have no idea,’ he said, then looked at you. ‘How are you Y/N, you look pretty.'

‘Hi Steve, thanks,’ you said in low tone.

‘Looks like the wedding's cancelled,’ he said, grinning at Javi, then his expression turned to serious. ‘I mean, it's too bad the president got shot, of course.’

‘Is he dead?’ you asked, scared.

‘I don't know yet, apparently leaving our gun in the car was a bad idea.’

‘I think the attackers also thought that the cops inside would be unarmed,’ Javi said.

‘Maybe, the president only had two bodyguards with him so.’

‘Fuck man, look what happened the day we got here.’

‘And you blaming me,’ you said squinting.

‘It's your wedding day, trouble always finds you.’

Steve smiled. ‘I guess you two haven't made up yet that you're bickering again, huh?’

‘It's my fault, I apologize, both of you,’ Caroline said, embarrassed.

Steve looked at Caroline and then you, confused.

‘False alarm,’ Javi explained to him.

------

The President has indeed been shot but not dead, and although you felt sad, you actually felt grateful for it. And then you hated yourself for it.

At the end of the night you took off your wedding dress -finally- and as you were sitting in your room with Caroline listening to her endless apologies, Felipe's mother came by.

She said they could still have the wedding, they could just postpone it.

‘Fuck, señora, what's wrong with you?’

You were already exhausted and a burst of anger took over your whole body. Caroline patted your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

‘Look, I don't want to marry your son, please let's call it off.’

‘All the preparations, the house, the furniture-’

‘I'm willing to pay the all the loss, but I have no intention of spending the rest of my life with your pretentious son, I almost put my ass on the line there, you're an intelligent woman, you'd understand if I loved him, wouldn't you?’

You felt like a great weight had been lifted off your shoulders when she left the room in a hurry, muttering.

‘You were marvellous, well said,’ Caroline smiled big.

‘I was, wasn't I? Dad's going to kill me though, but I don't care anymore.’

You laughed at each other.

‘Let's celebrate with a drink, I hate this room,’ you said.

‘You’re officially an alcoholic!”

You shrugged, walked out the door together to go down to the hotel bar.

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The bar wasn't crowded, maybe because it was late. After a few drinks Caroline suddenly stood up.

‘Well, I'm sleepy, so I gotta go.’

‘Suddenly?’

Caroline was looking away, smiling mischievously. You turned your head round and saw Javi coming towards you.

You squinted at Caroline, she smirked. ‘Don't hate me, see ya.’

You sighed and get back to drinking.

Javi sat in the chair next to you.

‘Rough day, I guess?’

‘Did you book a room at this hotel?’

‘Yeah, it's on the ninth floor, would you like to come and check?’

He grinned wickedly at you. Then he ordered himself a whisky.

‘I'm still kind of on the verge of getting married.’

‘Hm, I don't think so.’

‘You don't? But my mother-in-law won't let me go easy.’

You took a sip of your drink. ‘I wish I was really pregnant, maybe then they'd give up for sure.’

Javi licked his lips.

‘I can help you with that.’

You blushed, biting your lip. You avoided making eye contact with him, but he put his hand under your chin and turned your face to his.

‘I won't let you marry someone else, even if I have to kidnap you again.’

Then he pressed his lips to yours.

You realized how much you have missed his kiss, also missed the feeling that your own lips burning with passion beneath his.

You almost fell off the chair when Javi pulled himself back, he grabbed your waist with his hand, chuckling as he see the emotion on your face.

You'd almost forgotten you were in public, you were embarrassed.

‘Are you sure you don't want to visit my room?’ he asked as he finished his whisky and looked at you with desire. ‘The view is breathtaking.’

You put your elbow on the bar counter and started playing with your hair.

‘I'm so curious now. Why don't you go first, I don't want to get caught by others, everyone here knows I'm the bride. Very famous I am.’

Javi got closer, whispered in your ear.

‘257. Don't make me wait too long, hermosa.’

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Prank Wars

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Day 24 from these April Prompts: “Wholesome Pranks”

Summary: Prank Wars at the scrapyard!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angsty, Pranks, Cursing. Mentions of dead parents and family struggling with sickness and addiction.

A/N: okay, so huge shoutout to Tay because she planted this fun little seed in my head for this fic!!

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It had been a few years since you started working at the scrapyard, it wasn’t a luxurious job but it was one that not only paid the bills but gave you some extra in your pockets. Angel had hooked you up with the job when he saw you were struggling. Home wasn’t exactly a home, your parents weren’t alive anymore, hadn’t been since you were younger. It left you to live with your grandmother who hadn’t just taken you in but also your aunt and cousins. It was an overcrowded and overwhelming house and it sat 5 doors down from the Reyes house. It wasn’t instant but somewhere down the line as the years passed you became close with the eldest Reyes brother just doors down from you and now, as adults, he was your best friend.

Angel originally had gotten you a job as barback at the clubhouse, and you were grateful for it. It saved you up enough money to get out of your grandma’s house and into your own space. Something small, or cozy as you called it, but your own. You had eventually worked your way into the scrapyard because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Overhearing Bishop and Taza talk about numbers and manufacturer meetings and how business wasn’t doing too great as you served them beer was the first step into it. You offered your two cents on how to boost business, that turned into giving some occasional business advice. You had gotten an associates degree in business, opportunity was just lacking in Santo Padre. Eventually, you started pulling in buyers, which led you to where you were now. You had taken the scrapyard truck out to a potential buy, but were driving back with a loss. It had already started out as a rough morning and it was just getting rougher.

It was days like this that you forgot about the multi-year long prank war that you had going with the guys in the club. It was something you and Angel had started prior to you getting close with the club and once it became known across the club, there was no way Gilly and Coco weren’t going to be apart of it. Now, the prank war wasn’t something front of the brain 24/7, that was the secret behind making it successful all these years. It was random. It was calculated but spontaneous all at the same time.

You whipped open the door to the scrapyard office, it made Angel jump, a scene that would have brought you to laughter any other day but you ignored currently.

“What the fucks got you twisted?” Angel was now standing, his sleeveless Romero Bros. work shirt covered in dirt and rust.

“California fuckin’ Steel company. That’s who.” You threw your bag on the desk and placed your hands on your head in an act of stress.

“Okaaaay,” Angel frowned and stepped out from behind the desk so he was standing to your right. “They’re always on some fuck shit, what’s really your issue?” He saw right through you, a perk and downfall of him knowing you so well.

You took a deep breath and turned to look up at him as he towered over you. You saw the cuphead patch on his shirt and smirked. “You put the patch I gave you on.”

Cuphead was a memory you two shared, sitting after school in front of the TV in the Reyes’ living room and playing until Marisol called out for dinnertime or Felipe unplugged the xBox to watch baseball.

Angel looked down at his shirt and back at you, “Yea, I couldn’t put that shit on my kutte, I’d never hear the end of it.”

You laughed and shook your head, when you gave him the patch you expected it to sit leaning on the outside of a picture frame in his house, not on any of his clothing items.

“My grandma’s sick and my cousin, he’s fuckin’ on hooked on that shit again. It’s got him stealing and not just shit around the house but taking my grandma’s pills now.”

“Fuck.” Angel whispered under his breath and looked away for a second before he was looking back down at you again.

“It’s fine, I talked to my aunt, they’re looking to put my grandma into a home or something.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

“That’s bullshit, your grandma’s lived in that house practically her whole life they should send your junkie ass cousin away.” He was getting loud.

“It’s out of my hands Angel,” You lifted your hands up in innocence “I offered for her to come stay at my place instead, but you know my aunt, she’s” you shook your hand in a way that was meant to describe your aunt as you turned around to look for your car keys. “You get a chance to look at my car yet?”

After your third time having trouble starting your car, you had asked Angel if he could look at it, it wasn’t the same as giving it to a mechanic but Angel knew a thing or two about mechanics since having his bike.

“Oh,” Angel went deep into thought, “uh, no.” He reached down and snatched the keys as you went to grab them yourself.

You looked at him confused.

“I’ve been up to my fuckin’ eyeballs in paperwork that I barely understand.” He pointed to the stack of manila folders on the table. “Haven’t had a chance to look at it.”

“Oh alright, well, I’ll take the paperwork. Least I can do so you can fix my shit and save me the 200 bucks. I’ll be in the clubhouse if you need me.”

“Aight.” Angel let his shoulders slump once you were out of the office. Gilly and Coco making their way into the office now.

“Yo, you fuck with the wiper fluid and put that fake broken glass shit on her car?” Gilly chuckled as he walked in.

“I’m bout to go take that shit out.” Angel sounded on edge.

“The fuck for?” Coco asked, confused since he had thought it was a genius prank.

“She’s got a lot going on man, it just ain’t the right time.” Angel was making his way out to reverse the pranks he had done to your car.

“We gotta get them both.” Gilly said with a smirk once Angel was out of earshot.

“Fuck yea we do.” Coco said, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth.

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Angel calling out your name caused you to turn around. As you did, you realized the clubhouse had filled up since you had posted up to work in here. A few of the club guys and some hang arounds filling the tables surrounding you.

“I fixed your car, needed a new battery. Nothing serious. Got one from Walmart.” Angel was making his way over to you and as he reached the seat next to you, he pulled the chair out and made himself comfortable before sliding the keys over to you.

“Thanks, how much was it? I’ll send you the money.” You pulled your phone out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just have me over for dinner or some shit soon.” He smirked hoping it’d earn a smile from you as well.

It did. You smiled and grabbed your keys from the table.

“You know,” Angel started his sentence without a single thought about where it was really headed, not sure how to say the next few words. “Uh,” he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable.

“Spit it out, Angel.” You were now leaning forward too, placing your hand on Angel’s knee in hopes to get him to say whatever he was trying to.

It did the opposite, it choked him up more until he finally just said it. “I was thinkin’, you could come stay with me if you wanted.”

Your face twisted in muddled confusion which caused Angel to panic. “Nah I just mean, you know, your grandma might be comin’ to your place and I know you worked mad hard to get your whole bach pad situation and appreciate your alone time so I figured I’d offer my place up,” he said before practically cutting himself off to keep going. “And I know it wouldn’t be living alone but I’m usually always here anyways so you’d have the place to yourself way more than if you stayed with your grandma. I just figured it’d be worth the offer with everything going on–”

You cut Angel off as you lifted off your seat and wrapped your arms around him tightly. His seat pushed back a little from the force of your embrace, he sat there frozen for a second before he let his hands rest on your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. A few whistles from the guys filled the air, a couple howls too as you embraced your best friend. It wasn’t shocking, it was a normal occurrence, everyone was in on you and Angel’s connection except the two of you.

Before you had a chance to make a comment back to them, the clubhouse doors were busting open and Coco and Gilly were entering inside with water guns pointed directly at you and Angel.

“Get wrecked motherfuckers!!!!!” Gilly screamed as the water gun pressured out gallons of water each time he pumped the gun.

Out of instinct, Angel grabbed you around your waist as you two toppled behind the table in an attempt to block yourselves from their range. You let out a belly laugh as your backs leaned against the underneath of the table that was turned to its side. Angel looked over at you his frown turning into a smile.

“We are so going to get them back for this.”

Angel laughed at that. “In the 6 years we’ve been doing prank wars you never paired up with me once.”

As you opened your mouth to answer you were hit immediately with a splash of water on your face. Quickly grabbing Angel’s hand you were up and running out of the club house. It was then that you realized Bishop and a few of the other guys were yelling at Coco and Gilly to knock it off but you kept a one track mind and just pulled Angel out to the yard with you.

You kept moving until you were well into the scrapyard and you knew Coco and Gilly were probably being ripped a new one by Bishop so there wasn’t a chance they’d be able to get you out here.

“Holy shit.” You laughed and looked up at Angel who was soaked from head to toe. “You’re drenched.”

“Looks like we match.” Angel pointed to you with the hand that wasn’t still intertwined with yours.

Your eyes looked down to see the water dripping off the hem of your work shirt and pooling to your feet in the sand/dirt medley on the scrapyard ground.

“C’mon. We got some extra work shirts laying around, let’s get you one so you don’t have to ride home soaked.”

“Your home.” You corrected him. His head snapped to you. “Think I might take you up on that offer.”

Angel didn’t want to change your mind so he just nodded while saying nothing except that he’d get a key made for you.

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You ran a towel over your hair and were now changed into something dry for the most part as you got into your car. Your driver side window rolled down as Angel stood a few yards from you a lot less drenched than before but still sporting wet hair, his normal styled hair was sobbing wet and falling around his forehead. Gilly and Coco were on the porch of the clubhouse and you offered them both a smile and middle finger before starting to back up.

“Thanks for fixing my car!” You went to beep the horn as a thanks when you heard the flag raise sound from the Cuphead game leave your horn. The high pitch glissando of someone sliding across the keys and the announcement of cuphead filling the air.

Your jaw dropped and turned to Angel very slowly. His eyes were wide and he was immediately yelling out to you.

“I thought I changed everything back!”

You continued to back out and as you put the car in drive you said one last thing to Angel before leaving.

“Oh it’s on, Reyes.”

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Boomerang

EZ Reyes x GN!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.29 What Doesn't Kill Me...- "Better Me Than You"

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Today's fic brought to you by no sleep and allergy meds. I feel like there are layers here that my medicated brain can't quite tap into yet. 😂 I love nostalgia being a liar. I love awkward, stilted conversations. I love wanting things to be different but they aren't.

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It felt strange, being back in Santo Padre. It had been so long, you expected it to feel like a different place when you came back, but it felt the same. That’s what was so weird about it. After fifteen years, things should have felt different, things around town should have looked different. But everything was pretty much just the way you left it. It felt eerie.

If you were being honest, you would’ve been fine with never coming back again. But when your grandfather passed and you found out that he left his house to you in the will, you couldn’t just ignore it. You didn’t want to just blindly sell it without stopping by—it felt disrespectful. You had no intention of moving back home, but you knew you had to at least make a guest appearance.

When you got to the house, you realized yet another thing that hadn’t changed over the years—Felipe still living in the next house over. He still had the same truck, too, which wasn’t surprising at all. It got a weak smile out of you, the painful consistency of it all.

You hopped out of your car, looking back and forth between the two houses. As much as you had been telling yourself that you were ready to pack the house up and to finally let it go, you couldn’t quite force your feet to carry you to the front steps. It felt too final. So, instead, you turned around and headed back down the driveway to make your way over to Felipe’s.

You knocked on the front door, waiting a bit before knocking again. A minute later, Felipe was pulling the door open from inside. Annoyance was etched deep into his expression and he was about to say something along the lines of, “What the fuck do you want?” when he saw that it was you. His eyes widened slightly and he smiled.

“Hey, Felipe,” you said, feeling a little awkward now that you were actually face-to-face with him.

“Y/N,” he pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight like he really was happy to see you.

“Sorry to just show up.”

He shook his head. “You’re fine.” He looked over to your grandfather’s house out of habit, his brow furrowing when he saw your car and the reality of the situation all came rushing back to him. “Sorry. About your grandfather.”

You nodded. “Thank you. It was, you know, it was time.”

He nodded. “Right.” He motioned for you to follow him inside. “Come. Have a beer.”

You chuckled. “Wow. You can actually offer me one of those now.”

He laughed and shook his head as he made his way through the house. His fingers grazed over the urn in his kitchen in a second-nature fashion. Your heart ached at the sight, but you still pressed a kiss to the tips of your fingers and gently pressed them against the floral pattern of the urn.

Felipe pulled two beers out of the refrigerator and popped the caps off of them. He handed one to you as you each sat down on opposite sides of the tiny table pressed against the wall of his kitchen. He held the bottle out for you to clink yours against, so you did.

“Better than one of my sons trying to sneak some out to drink in your grandfather’s back yard.”

For a moment your chest ached at the passive mention of Angel and EZ. But then you laughed, nodding before taking a sip. “This is true.”

There was a long pause before he asked, “Are you back to move in? Or just back to sell the place?”

You sighed and stared down at the bottle in your hands. “Not too sure. I, um, I hadn’t ever planned on coming back. But selling it feels…wrong.”

Part of you was expecting Felipe to agree, or to have some comment about you never wanting to be back in Santo Padre. But he let out a dry chuckle and nodded. “Your grandfather would understand.”

You hummed, smiling at the thought of your grandfather telling you to sell the house and use the money to take yourself somewhere nice. Truthfully, you could see it—it wouldn’t be much of a stretch.

“He would. But,” you took a long drink from your beer, “we’ll see. I cashed in on my vacation time. So, I got a bit to figure it all out. I’m not in too much of a rush.”

Felipe nodded but you could tell by the look on his face that he had something more to say about that. You wanted to pry, ask him what it was that he was thinking. Before you got the chance, though, the loud sound of a motorcycle engine cut through the near-silence of the house. Confusion went across your face, meanwhile Felipe just knowingly shook his head.

“They have a sixth sense for trouble.”

“Who?” you asked.

“Your friends.”

You laughed at that. “You mean your sons?”

He smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “Yea.”

You heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by heavy booted footsteps on the floor. You glanced over at the doorway between the kitchen and the rest of the house. Your heart was thudding in your chest, your breath caught in your throat as you waited to see who it was that was walking through.

“Hey, Pops,” EZ’s voice came through into the room before his body did, “you see that someone parked—” he stopped short when he saw you sitting at the table, eyes going wide not unlike how his father’s had not too long before. “Hey.”

“EZ,” you hated how breathless you sounded, “hey.”

Felipe looked back and forth between the two of you for a moment before shaking his head. He stood up out of his chair, motioning for EZ to sit down instead. “I’ll give you two a minute.” He grabbed his beer off the table and escaped out to the back yard before either of you could try to protest.

“Got some dejavu going on?” you asked with a half-hearted laugh.

He gave a small smile as he sat down where his father had just been. “Always.”

“So you’re—”

“Was that—”

You both started your questions at the same time, each stopping and laughing once you realized you were talking over each other. EZ shook his head, gesturing for you to ask your question first. Your face felt hot, and you hated that despite how long it’d been since the two of you were face to face, all the things that you’d each been through, you still got the same jitters you had when you were teenagers. There was a different kind of awkward tension there now too, sure, but there was still that little twinge of nerves along with it.

“Was that really your motorcycle I heard?” you asked with a laugh.

His smile grew a little wider as he nodded. “Yea, that’s me.”

You shook your head. “Unbelievable. I never would’ve guessed.” You paused, and when he didn’t have anything else to add, you asked, “What were you gonna ask?”

He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table. “You home for good now?”

You laughed, shrugging, “That seems to be the million-dollar question.” You couldn’t meet his eyes as he stared at you, instead looking intently at the bottle in your hands. “I don’t know. Wasn’t really, you know, I hadn’t planned on any of this.”

“Yea, plans don’t seem to last too long for us.”

You laughed. “Wow. Alright, ease up there. I wasn’t talking about fate or cosmic justice or whatever.” You shook your head. “I just meant, you know, I hadn’t been ready to think about coming back. At all, let alone for forever.”

“You never miss it?” he asked, the look in his eyes letting you know that it was a layered question, that you should tread lightly.

“Not never,” you told him honestly. “But I mean, there’s a difference between missing it and thinking it’s a good idea to come back.”

“Life outside SanPa really been that good?” there was a tiny hint of an edge to his voice, and you didn’t quite know where it was coming from.

You matched his tone. “It’s kept me busy enough for the last fifteen years, hasn’t it?”

Then it was silence. Then you remembered what came after all the butterflies all those years ago. It was easy to forget about it all, at least for you. All that time away and all the things that you had been keeping yourself busy with, it was easy just to think about the highlight reels. What else would your brain jump to when EZ flashed you that same charming smile that had knocked you off your feet so many years ago? Of course it was the boy next door. Typical.

But it was also the boy next door who broke your heart. The boy next door was the one who shredded what had been built between you over so many years, who had made it clear that not only should you get out of Santo Padre, but that you shouldn’t bother with him anymore either. You might not have his gift of memory, but you could still remember the last time you visited him. You could still clearly envision how sad and alone he looked in his prison blues. That was the last mental image you had of him until now. It was one that you spent years trying to block out, one that you had successfully blocked out until just now. When the hardness in his expression came back, you remembered.

“You could’ve left too, you know,” you said finally, “after you got out.”

He scoffed. “And done what?”

“You think that Santo Padre is the only place with a motorcycle gang?”

“It’s a club,” he corrected.

You held your hands up in surrender. “My bad. But my point still stands. You could do this,” you gestured to his kutte, “anywhere. You could also do about a hundred other things.”

“I have a murder charge on my record.” He shook his head. “There was no getting out for me once I went in.”

After a minute of tense silence, you sighed. You didn’t want it to be like this. It almost wasn’t like this. You wished you could just rewind and do it all over again. That was the thing with him, though, there was never any forgiving, forgetting, and starting over.

“EZ—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, shaking his head. “I’m,” he paused, “I’m sorry. It’s good to see you.”

You chuckled half-heartedly, “Is it?”

It got a weak smile out of him. “It is. I know you probably didn’t miss it much here, but…”

The I miss you’s hung silently and heavily in the air between you. Neither of you were brave enough to say it first, or maybe you were both just too stubborn and waiting for the other person to say it.

“Would you really even want me back here again?” You nodded in the direction of what was now your house.

His brows drew closer together as he studied your face. “Does that really matter?”

You laughed—it was a fair question. “Yes and no. I mean, it’s not gonna make or break my decision. But I still, you know, I still wanna know.”

He nodded, deep in thought for a long stretch before he finally said, “You shouldn’t come back.”

It stung more than you thought it would. You tried your best to hide the hurt, but you knew that EZ could see right through you. You couldn’t be mad, though. You asked, and he answered. You gave a slow nod, drumming your fingers on the outside of your beer bottle. “Noted.”

“I just mean,” he elaborated, “you…you got out. Why come back?” His tone was more genuine than before. “If things really are going that well for you out there,” he said it like it was some magical, mystical place, “then you shouldn’t throw that away for a house. You got out.” He nodded. “Keep it that way.”

“We were…we were both supposed to get out.”’

He nodded, “Yea. And then I shot someone. So. Things change.” He sighed. “If one of us was going to get stuck here, it was better me than you.”

Silence fell between you again. It was a little less awkward this time, but it still wasn’t comfortable. You missed that—being able to share a comfortable silence with EZ. Maybe it was nostalgia making things seem like they used to be better than they actually were. Maybe it was the fact that you were both kids and everything seems better then. But you missed how it used to feel to be friends with him like that, back before everything got complicated. Back when you thought it was really going to just be the two of you against the world in a big city somewhere.

“You been inside yet?” he asked.

You dropped your face into your hands with a hollow laugh. “Take a guess.”

“Afraid you’ll cave and stay if you go in?”

You lifted your head just enough to look at him, a weak smile on your face. “Something like that.”

There was a small stretch of silence before EZ asked, “If I hadn’t stopped by here to see my dad, would you have tracked me down?”

“I would’ve just creepily watched through the front window of the house waiting for you to come and see him,” you joked sarcastically. You paused, expression sobering. “I don’t know.”

“Angel know you’re in town?”

You paused, thinking on it for a moment before you shook your head. “No. I mean, he called when my grandfather passed away. I mentioned that I might end up coming to town eventually but it wasn’t a sure thing then.”

Regret passed over his face for a moment. “Sorry I didn’t call.”

You shrugged, “I wasn’t really expecting you to.”

The heaviness in the air made your chest feel like it was about to cave in. You hadn’t really accounted for EZ in your plans. You knew you’d see Felipe, you figured that Angel would track you down, but thoughts of reuniting with EZ were locked up tight in a box buried so deeply in your chest. You should’ve let them see the light of day before you landed yourself in this situation. There was so much lingering hurt there, pain that you wanted to be done with but you weren’t. You couldn’t work through it, couldn’t just get over it. You could see it in his eyes, too, that he felt the same way. Neither of you was cruel enough to say it, though.

Like divine intervention, the sound of EZ’s cell phone going off cut through the suffocating silence between you. He pulled it out of his kutte and answered it without even bothering to look at the screen. “Yea?” He paused, nodding like the person on the other end of the line could see him. “Right. Yea. Sure. Be there in twenty.”

You hated that relief went through you when he hung up the phone. “Gotta run?”

He nodded as he stood up. “Yea. Club shit.”

You had to laugh, even if there was a touch of sadness to it. “Club shit,” you repeated, shaking your head with a smile.

He was fighting the urge to hug you, wanting to do something to show that he cared and that he was sorry and that he knew things were weird now and he didn’t like it either. But there was no singular, simple action to communicate all of that. He gripped the edges of his kutte.

“See you around?”

You shrugged, nodding. “I’ll be next door. For now at least.”

He nodded. “Right.”

“Be safe, alright?”

“Alright.” He paused before nodding towards the back door. “Let my dad know he can come back inside,” he joked.

You laughed softly, shaking your head at him as he turned on his heel and headed back out towards the front door of the house.

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More Than You Know, Part 5

Summary: You learn the truth, and have to make some hard decisions

Pairings: EZ Reyes X Reader, Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: mentions of Angel’s death, explicit language, angst, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6K

Series Masterlist

Angel grabs the photo album out of EZ’s lap and looks closer at a picture of you in between Ari and Angel. Your face shines up at Angel, while both the men’s arms are wrapped around your waist. The second photo saw you on your tippy toes giving Angel a kiss, while Ari stepped away. “Has Ari always loved my mama?”

His finger paints more over Ari’s face than his father’s, and Felipe gives him a big smile, “What makes you think Ari loves your mama?” Felipe’s smile gets even bigger. He was not a big fan of you with Angel. While he loves your little Angel, he knew that his son wasn’t ever fully going to leave the Mayans, while Ari was heading out. Even asked him if he could talk you into leaving with him.

“He told me,” Angel looks up at his uncle frowning, “I don’t know my daddy. I know he’s my Angel daddy, but I’ve never met him. I can’t miss him. I miss Ari.”

“He lives next door, little man,” Angel picks up the album, and slams it onto EZ’s lap. Shuffling off the couch he walks over to the window pointing at Ari’s house.

“He’s never there anymore. Mama’s got a new boyfriend,” he rolls his eyes. “I saw him almost kiss mama, but because Jax is always over here, he doesn’t come by anymore. He doesn’t like Ari.”

“What did you say?” EZ’s eyes darken, and he scoots his body towards the edge of the couch. “Who is your mother dating?”

“Jax. I don’t like him. He doesn’t sit on the floor with me and play like Ari does. And…he was in her bed the other night.”

“Does he wear a cut like me?” EZ asks tapping his cut.

“Duh.”

“Son, what’s going on?” Felipe asks, but EZ stands up irritated and walks towards your room, “You can’t go in there. That is her room!” Looking around your room, there were no pictures of Jax in there. Nothing but a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt in the hamper. “EZ, she will not like you in her room.”

“What are you looking for?” Angel asks, peeking around his grandfather.

“She’s not using protection,” EZ glares at his father who points the way out of your room. “He’s got clothes here.”

“I told you he sleeps here. Sometimes mama takes me to Ari’s.”

“Mother fucker.”

“Ezekiel, your nephew is here. What is going on?” Angel starts pouting up at EZ sensing something is wrong. Felipe tries to soothe him, but he shakes his arm off of him.

“I want my mama and daddy!” Running down the hall to his bedroom, before slamming the door shut.

“Who is he calling his daddy?” EZ asks as he grabs up his phone dialing your number. “I need you home now.”

“I am working. That is why you and Felipe are there. You’re sleeping on the couch, and he’s got the guest room. What is it that you need?” All it takes is to hear a faint music in the background. “Why is my baby locked up in his room? EZ what happened?” You ask readying your things to leave. You can lie and say it’s a family emergency. It could very well be one. “EZ?”

“We’ll talk when you get home.”

Walking down the hallway, you reach above the door to get a key to Angel’s room, and he is fast asleep. Ari’s favorite album playing, and you reach over to turn it off. Your hands trace Angel’s features. So much of your little boy reminded you of his father, and you found yourself missing more. You know it's the withdrawal you feel from Ari. Even with Jax there, you felt more alone than ever.

“What happened?” You look up at EZ who points to the door. “EZ, his face is blotchy. Why was he crying?”

“I need to talk to you away from him,” there was a deepness to EZ’s voice. Too serious for him. Darkened, and it terrified you. Leaning over to give your precious boy a kiss, and you stand to follow him back out to the living room. Felipe in the kitchen cooking, and you shake your head at EZ when you see the album.

“Is this about Ari?”

“This is about Jax Teller.”

“Oh, god. Here we go. He’s four EZ. Jax is nothing but…”

“He’s the reason Angel is dead,” you take a step back from him shaking your head. “He’s the one that pulled the trigger and left Angel without his dad,” your breathing picks up, it was like there was not enough air to breath. Grabbing your chest as you search for anything to fill your lungs

“No, it’s not possible.”

“I was there. I know SAMCRO. The Reaper? That’s them. Jax is the president? Blonde hair, slicked back, white shoes?”

“Stop,” Felipe walks in to see you, looking over at EZ.

“Ari is the one that hit his bike and caused him to wreck after he pulled the trigger, but his main goal was to get Angel to the hospital. Jax murdered Angel. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“H-h-he saw his bike. Angel, he had a moment and knocked it over. He said he wanted to learn to ride, and Ari was going to teach him. Oh god,” bile fills up in your throat, and you try to stop yourself from vomiting. “I gave him an out that day. Told him Angel didn’t ask for his dad to be dead. I’ve been fucking the man that murdered my Angel? He’s been in my fucking house, and he’s seen my son. Angel’s son. He has been around Angel’s son, and he never fucking said anything. Gemma warned me. Ari knew?”

You go from sadness to anger. Looking at your front window to see he was still gone. Every part of you wants to grab Angel up and run away from it all. When EZ gives you a single nod, you sit on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest and cry. “My baby was around him. He didn’t like Jax, and I thought it was because of Ari. Jax never paid much attention to him, and I just assumed he didn’t want to get attached, he…he saw Angel. Ari let my baby be around him. He…I’m done. I’m just done.”

You walk back down the hallway to your son’s room. Going to lay behind him, and you hold him tight. It wasn’t fair to him. None of it was fair to him the most. And you don’t know how you can tell him that both of those men had to go.

Your phone lights up yet again with Jax’s name, but you ignore it. Cuddling closer to Angel, and you give him a kiss to the top of his head. His little giggles echo off your bedroom walls, as he watches some cartoon in your bed. Looking up at you with his deep brown eyes, puckering his lips for a quick kiss before he returns to the movie. Getting a handful of popcorn, and you lean back a bit more.

Your phone ringing again has you wanting to launch it across the bedroom, “Just answer it. He’ll stop calling if you just answer him.”

“Stay here, baby,” you say, giving him a kiss. Walking out into the living room, you go to close the blinds, noticing that Ari was back home. “What?”

“Wow, that’s how you answer the phone? I’ve been calling.”

“I’ve noticed. About ten times in the last hour. What do you want?”

“Did I do something wrong?” He takes a pull of his cigarette, and you swear you can smell the stench. It sickens you now that you know what he did.

“You tell me.”

“I’m not following, Darling.”

“Angel Reyes doesn’t mean anything to you? You know, it could have been a coincidence. It’s very common names. What’s not common is the fucking Harley in my garage. One that has a scratch down the side of it because of you! I hate you. You took everything from me. You fucking knew who you were not only laying beside, but fucking me. You took him from me, from my son. Do not call me ever again.”

“Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter. Jax, I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to touch you, and I can’t wash myself enough to get you off of me. Do not call me again. I was nothing but pussy to you anyways. Thank you for breaking my five year spell. I gave you an out before. But this is me ending it,” you click end on your phone, and stare blankly at nothing. You’re sure it wouldn’t be that easy, but that was it for now.

Now it is the man next door. You can’t believe that Ari wouldn’t tell you. He told you he would always protect you, and he still let a murderer in your home. But worse, around your son. “Mama, it’s just getting to the good part.”

“I’m coming, Angel,” clicking off the light, you leave your phone in the living room. Going to spend some much needed time with the only man who has never disappointed you.

Ari watches your house from his porch. He had started to spend more time at home, because Jax was there less, and that worried him. The two of you had been hot and heavy, and now there was nothing. He’s unsure what brought that on, but he wonders why you hadn’t called. Anytime Angel would give a wave, you would pull him into the house.

He bites at his lip. You had returned the Caddy to Jax, and even bought your own clunker. He hates waiting. Hates wondering. And the fact that you don’t even call or text anymore. It’s just blank. Seeing Angel bring in a bucket of Hot Wheels to the living room, playing alone, while you cooked. It was time for him to make the first move.

When Angel hears the loud boots of Ari, and sees him walk past the window, he runs to the door and opens it before Ari even knocks. Smiling and jumping up into his arms. Everything with Ari was natural and easy. He took to being Angel’s father figure well, and right now it just hurts.

“Are you coming to play with me?”

“I need to talk to your mom first,” your eyes close slowly, as you wait for the inevitable heartbreak. “Hey, you okay?” He leans up against the counter right beside where you are. Trying to get you to look at him, but you never do.

“No,” you answer shortly, still refusing to look at him. His hand presses against the small of your back, and you struggle not to cling to him. Just stepping aside, pretending to do something else.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

“He, uh, break up…”

“We weren’t together like that, Ari. I learned the truth. I had to hear it from EZ because someone was too chicken shit to say anything,” finally looking at him, his gaze turns down to the floor. “He was around my baby. Mine. My son. And you couldn’t tell me?”

“Would you have listened?”

“Yes!” You stop, waiting to see if Angel was going to run in there, before looking at Ari. “You saw him on our first date. You couldn’t have just come up with an excuse to end it, and let me know what he did. Your timing has always sucked,” defeated, you move back to straightening up the kitchen.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I wanted to date you, and you set me up with Angel.”

“You loved him.”

“Loved you first. You couldn’t bear the thought of dating me, so you pawned me off to someone else,” he shakes his head no at you, but you continue. “I went on a date for the first time in five years, because heaven forbid you act on any of your feelings. We slept in the same bed, and you never made your move. But that date, I wanted you to ask me to not go. I would have for you. My son slips up calling you daddy, and you step up for him, but not for me. I told you while I was dating Jax that I would quit with no questions asked to be with you. I’m beginning to think this attraction that you have for me is in my head.”

“It’s not.”

“Oh, horse shit, Ari. I have given you time and time again to be there for me. I know Angel needs a dad, but I also need a partner. You could do both, but you won’t. I have given you every opportunity and opening to make this happen, and you choke. You suck, and I’m done waiting. Angel’s murderer was in my home, and around our son, and you allowed it to happen.”

“Our?” He perks up a bit, and you can’t believe that came out.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant, mine and Angel’s. You would be a great dad, but I’m not so sure about a husband. I need both. A father for him, and a husband for me. Leave,” he shakes his head no, but you give him a little shove. “Leave!”

“No.”

“I’m done embarrassing myself, Ari. Leave.”

“Mama, no! I don’t want him to leave,” Angel runs into the kitchen, those big brown eyes welling up with tears, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

This was not how you wanted things. You didn’t want Angel involved. Never wanted him to be a part of this. “Leave!”

“No, mama please, don’t make daddy go.”

“Ari, I can’t do this. Quit standing there, and leave,” Angel grabs onto Ari, crying and reaching up to him, but he never moves. His eyes never leave yours, and it hurts. “Ari, please. Just go.”

“No.”

“Ari, I’m not doing this anymore. I want you out of my house!”

“Mama, please don’t make him go. I want him as my daddy!” Ari’s face tilts to the side as he stares at you. Both of your hearts break with Angel’s confession. “No, no, no, no, no! I want him.

“Ari, go,” you reach down to pick up your crying child and he kicks and screams at you. Still his cadence about how he wants Ari as his daddy. “You have had plenty of chances. The biggest was to get Jax out of our lives. I can’t. Do this.”

“Mama, no!” Angel screams as Ari heads out towards this door without another word. “No! Ari, I want you as my daddy! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave. Her loves you! Her really loves you!”

The front door closes, and Angel’s head falls on your shoulder. His body heaving as he cries for the loss of Ari, and you want to collapse yourself. Want to beg Ari to come back. Want to demand to know how he feels, and that this was the last chance. Desiring nothing more than to tell him you were sorry, but for what? Ari was the one that disappointed you every time, and it just made you feel it was all in your head.

“I hate you!”

“Angel, I’m sorry. Ari had to go.”

“You took two daddies from me. Put me down! I want down! Put me down!” Placing his small body on the floor, when he runs into his room, slamming the door before you finally allow your own tears to fall, and you can’t stop them.

Wiping at a never ending waterfall of the briny tears. Struggling to breathe, and not knowing exactly what you should do. Your body was begging you to go after Ari and to tell him how you felt. “I only ever wanted you,” you say out loud when you hear the rumble of his bike. “I loved you more than you know.”

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mayans-sauce · 4 years

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Old Man Part. 1

Gif Credit: @claytoncardenas

Pairing: Felipe Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: uh.. old man with younger reader (?), READER IS 18+ DONT WORRY! kissing, a little bit smutty.. umm... idk you all know what this is.

Request by thirsty anon Hey! Can you write a fic where maybe you’re felipes younger girlfriend and angel meets you somewhere without knowing who you are. Flirts with you and you turn him down only for him to visit pop at the shop and sees you on felipes lap, making out so Felipe has no choice but to finally introduce you.

A/N: ummmmm.. I blame you anon for this but thanks for the request I guess.. and uh.. enjoy. If anyone is confused ❗️HERE❗️is the thread that started it all! Also I cringed the entire time while writing this and I’m going to need even more therapy now. Please for the love of God don't hate me I swear I'm not actually this weird

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One of the first people you got to know when you moved to Santo Padre was Felipe. You would frequently buy meat from him since it was the best you had ever tasted (wink wink). He was always polite to you and you loved talking with him. Everyday when you came by the shop he would ask you what you were making that day. Sometimes you would bring a bit of the food you made the day before so that he could have a taste.

The more you talked to Felipe, the more you started to like him. Were you starting to get a crush on him? No... you could never.. the man is old enough to be your grandfather. But.. it was just something about the man that captivated you to him. All you could think about when he was talking was to run your thumb across his mustache.. and feel those lips against yours. Oh gosh! You were starting to fall in love with him.

One day you decided to invite him home to you for dinner. A lovely friendly dinner together wouldn't hurt. He quickly said yes to your request when you asked him, which made you ecstatic.

You had made the best meal that you have ever created. Wanting to impress Felipe with your cooking skills. Dressing up in something a bit revealing so that he could see what you had to offer. Nothing much, just a little sneak peek of your goodies. The table was set up beautifully with the meal in the middle. Hearing the doorbell ring, you went over to the door to open up.

There he stood. The beautiful, handsome man that he was. He had dressed up a little himself, the sight of him almost making you drool. Maybe he was thinking the same thing that you had been thinking. His eyes roamed your body, lingering a few seconds on your exposed cleavage. ”You look beautiful.” Your skin started to warm up at his words. Looking down at the floor while you fiddled with your hands. ”Thank you, Felipe. You don't look so bad yourself.”

”The food was excellent.” ”Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.” Getting up to clear the plates away, you reach for his one; he was going for the plate at the same time as you. Your hands touched, and sparks flew through your body. You felt.. warm and safe. He looked into your eyes. Both of you silent. You didn't need to speak; both of you knew what you were feeling at this exact moment.

It all happened so quick, but before you knew it, your lips were on his. His hands holding your waist while you lead him to the bedroom. For the rest of the day and night, you spent making love in bed. For such an old man he knew how to work that magic in the sheets, and he had given you the best dick you had ever had in your whole life. From that day, you and him were utterly and madly in love.

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You and Felipe had been together for a few weeks now, and it had been the best time of your life. No one knew you were together, and you wanted to keep it a secret a little while longer. You still haven't met his sons that he talks about. That all changed when you met Angel one day out and about.

Angel, of course, didn't know who you were. He quickly struck up a conversation with you. Being his cocky self, telling you how beautiful you were and inviting you out to a party with him. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look?” “Thank you, and you don't look so bad yourself.” I mean, clearly, he looked good when he had Felipe's sexy gene's in him. “And yes.. I've been told plenty of times.” Felipe always complimented you and always reminded you of how sexy and beautiful you were. Just the thought about him made your whole body tingle. You played along for a while but not long after you shut him down. Telling him you were not interested. After all, you were kind of his stepmom now (not that I see Angel complaining about that).

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When Felipe was on his breaks, you would be right there with him. His breaks would be one of the few times in the day where you would have time for each other. You would mostly be sat on his lap, having a quick little makeout session, or on those days when you were really desperate for each other... you would get down and dirty right there on the floor to the walk-in freezer.

Today you were sat on his lap. His lips on yours while one of his arms held your waist, while his other moved dangerously close to your most sensitive area. Your hands were playing with his hair. Feeling something poke you, you knew where this would end up.. in that fucking freezer. ”Mmm.. please, Felipe, I want to feel your big co..”

Your words were interrupted by Angel walking in the door. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his old man with that beautiful girl whose pants he was trying to get into. “What in the actual fuck.” “Angel... there is someone I want you to meet...” Well, this was going to be both awkward and hilarious as fuck.

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swaghumanoidnickelhero · 2 years

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Felipe reyes x daughter reader

You walk into your dad meat shop

You dad

Felipe in the backroom

You You OK

Felipe I'm alright mija

You You sure your hearts beating so fast

Felipe don't worry mija I'm bein

You your worry me papa

Ez comes in

Ez pops what going on

Felipe nothing guys it just my knees

You we can do any other order that you need

Felipe it's ok I can do it

You no you stay here we got it

Felipe ok mija

You both take the rest of the costumers and close for the day

Felipe ty princess

You I drive You home

Felipe ok

You two get home and let him sit on the couch

You now can you just watch tv and chill please

Felipe ok princess

You now I make some dinner and then I give to you

Felipe ok mija

Angel hey pops how are u

Felipe I'm good I have my kids with me I'm guessing your sister called you

Angel yes we were worried

Felipe I'm fine and your sister making food

Angel alright pops

Angel comes into the kitchen

Angel is that tacos

You si I made enough for everyone

Angel gracis Hermosa

You de nada can you bring this dad and then him to put on the game

Angel si

Angel here pops

Felipe ty

Angel sis ask if you put the game on

Felipe sure

You all eat your tacos and you place your head on your dad shoulder

Felipe looks down

Felipe he gets a little tear eyed

Felipe he gets up and places the plates in the sink

You pa

Felipe I'm right here

You I had a nightmare

Felipe I'm sorry mija do you want fall asleep on my shoulder

You si

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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The Half Way Point Part Four: Grow Strong - Angel Reyes x Reader (Feat Felipe Reyes) - Final Part

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The Half Way Point:

Part One: Pink Roses - Felipe doesn't like you.

Part Two: Blessing - Felipe gets to know you a little better.

Part Three: A Safe Space - Felipe helps with some repairs.

The two of them have been watching you for ten minutes through the kitchen window and you still show no signs of coming indoors. Instead, you’re at the front of Felipe’s house digging out the borders alongside the rose bush because you’ve arrived with compost and a determination to do something about Felipe's shitty soil.

“When I invited you over for dinner this is not what I had in mind.” He tells Angel as he sips from his beer bottle.

“It’s her thing.” Angel states, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “She fucking loves getting her hands in the dirt.”

Felipe knows what you’re doing. He fixed your bench, oiled your gate, and then weatherproofed them both, and now you’re repaying the debt. He wonders if this is how it’s always going to be between the two of you and then realises that he’s started to think of you in the long term.

“You gonna marry her?”

“Eventually.” Angel tells him, his gaze never leaving you as you dump a fuck ton of compost into the earth. “We’re three months in. She’s going to think I’m nuts if I propose now.”

“I think she’s a little nuts anyway.” Felipe remarks turning his attention back to the oven. He slips on a pair of yellow oven mittens that Marisol used to use, before pulling out the oven tray with the jacket potatoes. “Go get her in before the neighbours think I’m too frail to attend to my own front yard.”

Angel complies with the request and Felipe watches the conversation through the window. When you tip your head back and laugh, he knows Angel’s told you what he said. He finds the corners of his mouth turning up as he heats the pan for the steak, he’s been marinading all afternoon.

He knows what love looks like and he knows that Angel is head over heels for you. It's the first time he's seen his son actually happy. He thinks you feel the same way, you’re tender with your affection, stripping off your gardening gloves and slipping them into your back pocket, before your fingers trail along the line of his jaw guiding his mouth to yours. It's almost too intimate to watch.

Felipe turns his attention back to the stove as you come through the door, heading straight towards the sink to wash your hands.

“It's too late Felipe,” You tell him as you turn on the tap. “One of your neighbours has ready asked me if I’m your new gardener.”

“That makes a refreshing change.” He remarks and Angel can't help but laugh at the sentiment as he pulls out a chair for you.

It's surprising how normal eating with other people feels to Felipe, despite the fact it's been a couple of years. The conversation flows easily, switching from the work that Angel's been doing at the community centre to other programs they have. He gets the sense that Angel is hedging around something when he shares a meaningful look with you.

“What?” Felipe says setting his knife and fork down in the centre of this plate.

“Are you sure you want to do it tonight?” Angel asks quietly tilting his head towards the urn on the sideboard.

Felipe sighs before leaning forward, his elbows coming to rest upon the table.

“I think it's time, don't you?”

Angel meets his father’s gaze, his lips pursing together before he nods his agreement. It’s been over six years since his mother died, it’s time for her to rest.

“Do you want to wait for EZ?” You ask him, pushing your empty plate away from you. “It's starting to get dark out, if we’re going to do it tonight, it should probably be soon.”

“We'll give him a few more minutes.” Felipe says looking up at the clock.

“We can always do it by candlelight.” Angel says, looking pointedly at the cupboard under the sink. “There's always a few in the disaster kit.”

It's half an hour later that you find yourself on your knees in front of Marisol's rose bush, digging out a small hole in the soil alongside the roots. Each of the Reyes men are stood behind you, EZ and Angel holding a candle to illuminate the darkness, while Felipe cradles Marisol’s urn to his chest.

“You're sure about this?” You ask them again as you set the trowel down in the grass beside you.

“Mom would have loved it.” EZ says reassuringly, his hand coming to rest on his father’s back for the briefest moments. “Something new growing from her ashes.”

You look to Felipe before kneels down beside you and removes the lid from the urn. You watch as he tips his late wife's remains into the soil. You use your trowel to cover up the hole before you pat it down flat. Felipe places his palm upon the earth, his thumb smoothing over the dirt as he whispers into the night.

“Grow strong my love.”

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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DECEMBER DRABBLE — 2. Angel Reyes 🌨️

A/N: gif belongs to [user: @pedropcl] now it seems like it’s next to impossible to find decent gifs through the gif search up here especially when it comes to this man. S/o to google this time around! Anyways here I am writing for another angel but the main angel? That I usually write for lol. For once it’s nothing too serious—well kinda…and might actually fit into the drabble category. Let’s pat myself on the back…maybe. I write my AN’s before I actually write the content 😬

S/N: decided to add Dante Torres from Chicago PD into the mix because I have a crush on Benjamin levy Aguilar and loved him in that Netflix series with Veronica mars (she’ll always be Veronica mars sorry y’all lol) and there’s no content on him. He’s only mentioned in this so don’t attack me too much if you read this and I’m new to the Chicago PD series and his character which is why I didn’t write any scenes specifically with him.

Prompt: #24. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.” + #16. “We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

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Angel didn’t like what he was seeing when he pulled up to his house that weekend. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he recognized the car that passed him by before he parked his bike next to your car in the driveway. He wasn’t late so he didn’t know why someone else was pulling up to his house uninvited.

And he had something to say about it.

“Yo!” Angel called into the house as he dropped his keys into the dish by the front door.

He stepped into the living room to see you swaying in front of the Christmas tree, joint attached to your full lips. Angel almost got distracted by the way your ass filled out those gym pants but he was on a mission. Then he picked up on the music full of Afro-Beats, which meant you were in a good mood and something inside of him provoked him to disrupt that.

Angel licked his bottom lip, getting one last look before he lightly touched your upper back to get your attention. And what did he do that for? You slightly jumped and spun to aim a high kick at your attacker, who you didnt recognize as Angel at the start.

Thankfully he dodged your long leg and called out to you, “whoa! Aye, querida. Relax! It’s just me.”

“Angel?! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You muttered around the joint as you exhaled.

Angel sucked his teeth, “I called out to you as soon as walked in the door.”

“I’m having a jam session right now, you know I don’t hear nothing when I’m dancing.” You wiggled your hips and held out the joint to the man who plucked it from your hands.

He took a hit and deeply exhaled as you carried on, spinning around him while he lightly shook his head.

It was time to get down to business.

“Whatchu do all day? Have anybody over?”

“Mmm nope. Spent the day doing a wash and go, listening to music, and putting the tree up. Now I get to relax.” You told your boyfriend while you continued dancing.

Angel called out to alexa to stop the music, shutting it off much to your annoyance. You held your hands out silently asking what he did that for and awaited a response from the party crasher.

“I saw a car on my way coming in. The same car that pulled up to the club once before…you know anything about that?”

Why would you? Your poked your head out in confusion and rolled your hands, “just spit it out already Angel, you’re getting on my nerves trying to play the accusing game.”

“Are you cheating on me with that egghead oink oink motherfucker? D’Angelo?”

A laugh couldn’t help but to burst out at Angel’s description but the look on his face was anything but humor.

“You mean Dante?” You asked, turning back to the couch in search of the remote.

Angel waved his hand around, still holding onto your joint, “whatever his name is. Are you sleeping with him?”

“I don’t cheat on people I claim to love. I don’t move like that and you know it so stop insulting me.” A heated stare went his way and Angel felt himself having to take a deep breath.

Of course he knew that. That was his own insecurities and previous actions getting in the way. He knew you were solid and would never, you already warned him if that’s something he did or even thought about when it came to your relationship then it was automatically a wrap. You had such power about you, like it seemed like nothing could hurt you, like you were invincible and it was incredible to watch. Angel didn’t want to be the one to fuck with that, not purposely.

And he really did care for you, which is why he didn’t want to believe that you could cheat on him. However he knew that you could just get up and leave whenever you wanted and that thought alone scared him. He never felt that way more than once before.

You didn’t need him and he knew that. Yet you still showed him love in a way that he wasn’t used to. You were patient but firm, which is why you weren’t raising your voice at his foolish accusations.

“I—I’m sorry but he was here right? I’m not completely bugging, I know that much.”

Plopping down on the edge of the couch you waved the remote around as you briefly thought about it, “…yeah he was. He stopped by for a minute, he didn’t come in out of respect for me.”

Angel huffed, “respect for you? What about me? He don’t pay no bills around here, he should be asking my permission to be anywhere near you.”

Sighing you said, “he doesn’t need your ‘permission’ to be around me. He’s my friend and been my friend since we were teens. Also you don’t know if he was here because of whatever case he’s working on and before you get paranoid it has nothing to do with you or the club. I would let you know that. Do you see me on your dick about the bartenders you used to mess around with? Now no. So stop your bitching and lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

Angel took a long drag from the joint at your words. He didn’t know who you thought you were talking to but he liked it.

“Why don’t you call the egghead back over here and he could do the work,” Angel mocked, “you already put the tree up without me.”

“You told me it was fine! Every time we planned to do it during the weekend you got called into the club. I asked you not once but thrice so don’t start, angel.” You scowled, getting to your feet and pulling your gym pants further up your waist.

Sighing Angel leaned over you, placing the joint into the dish to hold for him. He stood in front of you who peered up at him with raised brows. His hands massaged the sides of your neck before trailing up to rest against your cheeks, his hands were always rough but cool thanks to the rings that decorated his fingers.

“Love you lots you know,” he started, making you roll your eyes, “no for real, listen I do. It’s just that im fully aware I got the full package here and I don’t want nobody getting in between that. Especially no fed that your friends with…I dunno what it is with you and my fucken brother being friends with the opps.”

You sent a jab to the man’s abdomen who winced as you said, “don’t talk about franky like that, you know that’s family.”

“Oh shit, I keep forgetting.”

“Yeah, I don’t see why after everything he’s done.”

Angel made a chirping movement with his hand and stepped back before you could fight him some more, “don’t expect me to be friendly with egghead Da Vinci either.”

“I don’t think he wants to be your friend anyways.” You answered, making Angel furrow his brows as he began removing his vest.

He tossed it on the couch as he exasperates, “why? What his ass say? I’ll fuck him up.”

Laughing to yourself you shook your head, not instigating anything further. You knew Dante scooped Angel out because he cared about your well-being and didn’t think the man was good enough for you. It was always like that when you started dating but Dante also knew you would do whatever you felt like doing no matter what someone had to say.

You always had a mind of your own.

Yet Dante Torres was diligent and rebellious and and that didn’t change when it came to you, his best friend.

Dante also knew the boundaries he had to respect out of the sake your relationship but that didn’t mean he had to like Angel Reyes. At the end of the day he had a job to do and when he was ready he could take down the whole club if he really wanted to. However he was leaving to Chicago for a couple of weeks and he just knew something would go down without him even prying.

“And then you’ll be in jail for assaulting a cop and that’s a hard charge to get out of.” You let out a low-whistle, remembering a family member who took that route in his early twenties and just got out at the age of thirty-four last year.

Angel scoffed but said nothing more not wanting to waste anymore breath on some guy that didn’t matter to him. Instead he searched the empty box for the crown that was your star for the tree and held it in between his teeth. While he did that you decided to turn the music back on, just in time for Angel to grip you by the waist to face him. He then pulled you around to be in front of him, you glancing back at him in question as he motioned for you.

“You know what to do, spread ‘em.”

“Ask nicely.”

Angel gave you a look making you laugh as you got into a jumping Jack pose without the jumping. Angel fixed the crown back between his lips before he crouched down in between your legs. Once his neck was in between your legs, he kept a tight grip on your legs before he lifted you up into the air.

“So this is what it’s like being seven feet tall?” You asked as Angel carried you over to the tree.

Reaching downwards you gently took the crown from his mouth and reached upwards. Angel’s hands tightened on your upper thighs as he leaned towards the tree more, eyeing as you slipped the crown right on top of the very decorative tree.

“Tree looks nice as fuck, Querida. How long it take you?” Angel used one hand to touch one the rose gold ribbons you had wrapped in it.

“Thank you, baby.” You beamed, knuckles now pressed into your hips as you admired your work, “I actually started on Friday, getting everything from the basement, mom came over on Saturday then she pissed me off trying to dictate how it should look as if she didn’t decorate her tree and my sister’s tree already. And I just finished today. It’s perfect.”

Angel chuckled to himself. He knew how your mom could be, she was a interior decorator herself so it only made since that she wanted to take over the whole process. Now angel was really kicking himself from missing out on this, you lost your cool whenever it came to your mom despite the love you had for her. Yet your mother is very stubborn and sensitive wrapped into one. He tried to question how your dad handled a woman like her but he knew your dad wasn’t rocking with him like that.

“Ah it is.” Angel began to crouch, making you grip for something as he began to do some squats.

“This what we doing?”

“I missed the entire weekend to work out, let me have this. Count for me?” Angel encouraged while you held on tighter.

The man slowly took working out seriously through persuasion of you. Also working as a phlebotomist encouraged you to take not only your health but others around you seriously. You always found health class and physiology interesting so it was no surprise to your family and friends that you got into this field.

And so you did, getting to fifty before Angel decided to call it quits.

“You did great,” you mentioned as Angel took the time to focus on slowing his breathing.

Once he did, he lowered you down to the ground with a nice slap to your ass of course.

“Thanks for being my weight and letting me in between those thighs.”

“Oh, shut up.” You playfully shoved the man, who laughed yanking you to his slightly sweaty frame to pepper your face with kisses.

Later…Angel sat at the kitchen table, eating the Sunday dinner you prepared while your eyes went over a series of photos on your laptop.

“Angel, what is this?”

Angel stopped chewing the lamb and peered over at you, “what?”

“Why did you move these into the possible Christmas card options?” You spun the laptop around to face the dark haired man who smirked at the image.

Angel continued eating, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Angel…” you exhaled and rested your fingertips against your forehead, “Our reenactment of Janet Jackson’s rolling stone cover and her ex husband with your hands on my breasts and you in a Santa hat is not appropriate to send to my granny or my parents. We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

Angel shrugged his shoulders, “why not, it’s art? It’s Christmas, it’s supposed to be happy.”

“Would you like me sending this to pop?” You quizzed.

Angel pretended to think about it, “he wouldn’t keep it anyways and would probably call me up to yell at me about it. I’d love to see the look on his face though. We look sexy, what’s the problem?”

“These were for our eyes only. For fun.”

“Which is what Christmas is all about.”

“I thought it was about celebrating the birth of Jesus?”

“Fuck if I know, I was raised catholic.”

Your eyes instantly went to Angel’s who met your stare. He laughed to himself, “I know how that sounds, be quiet.”

Grabbing the computer back you shook your head at the unbelievable man. Scrunching up your nose, you lifted your glasses further up the bridge of your nose as you clicked onto the next set of photos.

Angel licked his fingers, finishing off his food before he patted his belly. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you send that one to your old homeboy? Maybe he’ll get the message to stop coming around when I’m not here.”

“I’m not doing that to feed your ego.” You easily responded, eyes trained on your screen.

Angel got up from the table to place his items into the sink. He actually took the time to wash them to place into the rack. Once finished he walked over to you, leaning over to see what other photos you were looking at. You took a good thirty photos together so there had to be something in there that was satisfactory in your eyes.

He didn’t really care to be honest, “Whatever you pick will be cute as shit that your granny will keep pushing for us to give her a great-grand baby.”

Almost gagging you shuddered at the thought. Being pregnant terrified you, sure babies were cute and everything but the whole process of carrying and actually giving birth did not sound like a 10/10. You’ve watched enough horror stories and heard enough horror stories to know that’s not exactly what you wanted right now. Or ever? Of course that could always change but the full discussion of children with Angel made you uneasy.

He already had a son and previously lost a son, which didn’t sit right with you, however it was none of your business. Although, you didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of possibly raising a child with a man that was hardly there…but that was not a conversation that you wanted to have tonight.

If Angel picked up on this, he chose not to say anything about it when you know he could have. Instead he just placed a kiss on your temple, his beard briefly scratching at your skin before he left your side, saying he was off to take a shower and leave you alone with your final decisions.

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Chapter 1: A Delightful Encounter

Series: “The Heart Wants What It Wants”

Word count: 1,0k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Baker! Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: I had so much fun writing this! All chapters will be around 1k or 2k words. This is also my first entry to @the-slumberparty Bingo Card event (prompt: writer’s choice - first meeting)! Events Masterlist

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Angel enters the new bakery, his boots making a slight thud as he crosses the wooden floor. His eyes take in the cozy atmosphere and the pale green hue of the walls while the mouth-watering scents of baking bread and pastries tickle his nostrils. The interior is inviting, and the various tables and chairs in the central area provide a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy one's treats. He can’t help but feel slightly out of place. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his leather kutte and body decorated by tattoos.

He takes a moment to appreciate the homey vibe of his surroundings before heading toward the counter. He gazes at the array of baked goods, hypnotized by the view of colorful muffins, cakes, fresh golden buns, and loaves of bread.

The person working behind the counter greets him in a friendly tone adorned by a pinch of shyness. The man in the leather kutte, his face obscured by the chunky dark sunglasses, merely nods in reply and gives a small wave. He feels the employe observing him as he tries to decide what to purchase.

Felipe sent him over early in the morning to get some freshly baked bread for breakfast. It was barely eight, and he’d give everything to be back in his bed, snoring away. His eyes were closing up on the ride here, but the smells of the bakery woke him up in seconds.

Angel quickly peruses the selection of baked goods, his hand striding over the glass display case but not touching its surface. His gaze lands on a shiny, golden-brown loaf of bread, and his eyes light up.

He looks back at the person behind the counter and nods once more, pointing toward the product before his brain finally registers the vision before him. He freezes in his spot, brown orbs glued to your delicate silhouette as you lean down to reach inside the display.

You’re breathtakingly beautiful, standing there with a friendly smile, your eyes shining and dark eyelashes fluttering with every blink. Your hair is braided and thrown over your shoulder, the soft tresses swaying delicately against it with every movement. It’s as if every part of you is a work of art meant to be admired and appreciated. And as you continue to smile at Angel, he can’t help but be enthralled by your grace. You don’t even seem to be bothered by the early hour—there’s absolutely no trace of dark circles under your eyes.

You take out the loaf of bread, wrapping it quickly in a dark green wax cloth. The man keeps staring as you nudge it toward him and state the price. He takes out his wallet and fumbles with it for a minute before he finally manages to find the 10$ bill and hands it to you.

You take his ten dollars, put it in the register, and then place his change on the counter. His heart does a backflip as you part your lips to speak up. They seem so soft and plump. “Here you go, sir. Your change,” you say, pointing towards the stack of bills and coins.

“Nah, it’s fine. Keep it as a tip,” he replies, waving you off as he slides the change back to you, only taking the wrapped-up bread from the wooden surface.

You look surprised but insist, “Sir, you gave me too much. It’s too much just for a loaf of bread.” He can tell you have a good heart.

Angel thinks for a moment, then grins wildly, no ounce of hesitation left. “Not just for the bread. It’s for your great service.”

You’re flustered, your cheeks getting warmer with every passing moment—with every playful quirk of his lips. The man isn’t giving in as he flashes you another charming smile. You’re speechless. There was no point in resisting even though you didn’t think you did much that could be considered “great service”. You just smiled and served him his purchase; you do it all the time.

The corner of your peach-colored lips quirks up shyly as you finally nod your head in thanks. You take out one fluffy blueberry muffin from the display and place it on the counter in front of him. “Consider it a token of my appreciation then.”

A beat of silence falls between the two of you as you stare at each other, enjoying the light tension that sends sparks down your body. The man is almost beaming with pride at his own charm, while you’re wondering what lies beneath those dark shades. The fact that you can’t see his eyes is infuriating—eyes are the window to the soul, after all. Just when you manage to regain your composure, he speaks up again.

“Tell you what,” Angel says, his voice low and confident. “I’d love to stop by again, just to see your smile.”

You give him exactly what he wants as you smile brightly at his words, feeling your cheeks flush with heat even more—you didn’t even think it was possible. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time,” you reply.

The man nods happily. “Great,” he says, a grin stretching across his face. “I’ll be sure to stop by often. I’m a sucker for delicious pastries and beautiful smiles.”

You’re taken aback by his words but appreciate the kindness. A warm, happy feeling bubbles within you—a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. You are surprised that a man like him—the complete opposite of what you were usually looking for in a romantic partner—can make you feel weak in the knees by such a brief interaction.

“And I’d be thrilled to have you stop by again,” you stammer out, finding yourself lost in the pull of his presence. There’s a sparkle of excitement in your voice that only fuels his smugness.

The man chuckles, unable to hide his delight, as he turns around and starts walking toward the exit. When he reaches for the door handle, you quickly lean over the counter and call out to him. He turns around, surprise painted on his face, and you’re just as taken aback as he is at your sudden holler.

“What’s your name?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the wooden surface in anticipation. It’s new to you, breaking the barriers of your shyness for someone you just met, but it feels so right.

The stranger lifts up his sunglasses to his forehead for a second, looking you up and down. You’re instantly mesmerized by the rich brown color of his eyes. You feel them luring you in—hypnotizing you. You’re surprised you're even able to catch the words that leave his mouth.

“Angel,” he replies, setting the sunglasses back on his nose. You already find yourself missing his gaze on your person. “Take care of yourself, dulce.”

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Fate had an interesting sense of humor. It listened to the whispers in the wind, watched the dreams that were created by children, saw the youth prepare for the future. And despite the happiness that flourished in the hearts of many, fate chose to destroy it. Many saw it as challenges or lessons for the future. A minor hiccup like a breakup or a bad grade. Things that could people could overcome with time.

How desperately you wished you were simply going through a breakup, dealing with a shitty grade in class, or even being in the aftermath of an accident. Instead, you sat at your desk, letters dedicated to loved ones scattered around. Fate hadn’t broken a relationship or given you a hard earned lesson. It had put death in your future, and if there were a lesson to be learned then you were the subject.

Fate had always been cruel to you, even when you smiled through the pain or spent birthdays alone. It had always looked down at you; the sickly child with hopes for the future. You could only watch as your life was set in stone, powerless against fate and its destructive tendencies. No amount of prayers, pleas, or cries could change its mind.

Four months. The doctors had estimated it. Four months, and if you were lucky? A possibility at five or six that you’d spend confined to a hospital bed wishing you had left at the four month mark. Twenty-five years would be gone in four months. Twenty-five meaningless years. Twenty-five painful years yearning for good health and happiness. Twenty-five years of a whole lot of nothing.

Reaching forward, you collected the papers and set them in a neat stack, hearing the front door open and the familiar grumbling of the man who lived next door. With a sigh, you left the bedroom and smiled, greeting him with a soft good morning.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“(Y/N), you have to eat breakfast. You need the energy for the day or else you’ll feel tired. You’ll only feel worse on an empty stomach.” You could only smile at his light scolding, following him into the kitchen and sitting as he rummaged through your fridge.

“I’ll go grocery shopping later.”

“No, I can do it.” You assured him with a smile. “It’ll give me a chance to stretch my legs and get some sunshine.”

Felipe pursed his lips and nodded. “I guess.” He took out the carton of eggs and some bacon, setting the last two eggs on the counter, dropping the carton into the trashcan.

Listening to the sizzling sound and inhaling the mouth watering scent of bacon, you felt your body relax. Moments like these with Felipe made everything tolerable. A moment of peace with no pain or worries.

“Coffee?”

“Orange juice.” You took the plate from him, sprinkling the salt and pepper onto the sunny side up egg. Using the fork to cut the yolk, you dipped a piece of bacon inside and popped it into your mouth, the crunching sound echoing in your ears.

“How are the boys?”

“Ez got patched in.” Felipe didn’t seem pleased and you couldn’t blame him. His wife died, his eldest joined a motorcycle gang, and the golden boy with a bright future followed in his brothers footsteps. You’d be disappointed too.

“Ez doesn’t know you still live here.” Felipe poured the orange juice into a glass, setting it down on the table and sitting across from you.

“Does he know about...” You trailed off, motioning to your head with a finger. Felipe pursed his lips and shook his head, intertwining his fingers across his stomach and leaning back.

“He should hear it from you.”

“I’m sure he’s got enough on his plate.”

“He’ll find out eventually, (Y/N). It’ll hurt more to see you in a hospital bed.” You exhaled through your nose and continued to eat. Felipe had a point; letting Ez find out you were sick so late would be cruel. Especially when he stuck by your side when you were younger.

“I’ll tell him.” You muttered, shoving the rest of the egg into your mouth and watching Felipe grimace. Chuckling softly, you stood up with the plate in hand and set the plate in the sink, grabbing the small notebook that sat atop of your fridge. You flipped through the pages until you got to a clean new page.

“You sure you want to do the shopping?”

“I am more than capable, Felipe.” You smiled at the man and opened the fridge, jotting down the things you were missing before checking the pantry.

“Remember-”

“Not to push myself too much and if I feel sick I need to call you.” You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled as the old man stood up. Felipe took his keys out of his pocket and left the kitchen, leaving the house as silently as he had arrived.

“Alright, (Y/N).” You quietly whispered to yourself, inhaling as you ripped the paper from the notebook. “How hard can it be? Just a quick trip to the store.”

Exhaling, you entered your room and changed, collecting your keys and folding the paper into a small square before sliding it into your pocket. You stepped out of the house, cringing at the brightness. You locked the front door and approached your car, getting inside and turning it on.

“Just a quick trip. Nothing will happen.” You reassured yourself, pulling out of the driveway and driving down the street. Turning out of the neighborhood, you felt yourself begin to relax as you listened to the radio.

The town had remained the same over the years; the rich thrived while the poor scrambled to keep themselves afloat. Violence lingered around every corner, especially with the cartel and Mayans keeping a tight grip on Santo Padre. Despite the violence, the town had a calming atmosphere to it. The people were kind and most would be happy to help a person in need.

Arriving at the store, you took a deep breath and shut the car off, getting out of the car and heading inside. Taking a basket, you walked down the aisles in search of what you needed. The sensation of a headache beginning to set in filled your body with more anxiety but you chose to ignore it in favor of getting more groceries. However, the headache continued growing and you quickly headed to check-out.

Other symptoms began settling in as you arrived home. Resting your head against the steering wheel, you took in a few deep breaths and opened the car door. Stepping out of your car and opening the trunk, you grabbed a few of the grocery bags and stepped back, heading towards your porch. However, your vision suddenly wavered and you stumbled slightly, shutting your eyes and hoping the random spout of dizziness would ease up long enough for you to head inside.

Suddenly, the weight of the grocery bags disappeared. Opening your eyes, you noticed a man heading up the porch and gingerly placing the bags down. The Mayans MC kutte caught your eye.

“You okay, mijo?” You turned your head to look at Felipe and gave him a tired smile.

“Always.” You responded softly, feeling his arms wrap around you and gently lead you to your house. You fished the keys out of your pocket, glancing over at the man as he went back to your car for the rest of the groceries.

“Is that Ez?” You asked quietly, unlocking the door and stepping inside. A grim look passed over Felipes features and he nodded, a deep sigh slipping past his lips. He led you to the couch and patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’ll get some coffee brewing.”

“I should be the one taking care of you, old man.” You called, hearing him grunt and head into the kitchen. The front door shut and you peeked over your shoulder, watching Ez’s tall figure walk towards the kitchen, grocery bags in hand.

Leaning back into the soft cushions, you took the folded blanket from the armrest and draped it over your body, shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea hit. You almost didn’t notice the soft brush of fingers against your shoulder until the cushion beneath you shifted slightly. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you smiled upon seeing the youngest Reyes.

“Hey, Mr. Popular.” You cooed and turned to face him. Despite the obvious physical changes, he still had that boyish look to him. He was still little Ezekiel. Your next door neighbor who always wanted to play and show you his trophies. The boy who would visit you in the hospital and help you with homework. The boy who eventually stopped visiting.

“If I had known you still lived here-”

“It’d be stupid to get mad at you for living your life, Ez. Your dad already goes out of his way, I don’t need you to put a stop on your life to do the same. You did that enough as a kid.” You assured him softly, reaching out to place your hand over his. His skin was warm to the touch and you found yourself tracing the veins on his hand.

“I should’ve sent a letter or visited when you got locked up.” You muttered, tugging the blanket further over your shoulder and bringing your knees up to your chest. Ez moved his hand to grab yours, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“How bad is it?” He asked quietly, almost as if he were afraid to ask.

“Like.. four months to live bad.” You answered with a chuckle. Ez grimaced at your response and frowned, giving your hand a squeeze. Pressing his lips together, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, chin resting on your head.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Ez? You didn’t give me this.”

“I know.. I.. Back in high school and when I went away for college. I- I should’ve tried to reach out more.” Pulling back, you scoffed softly and shook your head.

“You were living your life, Ez. You had friends, Emily, and school. I didn’t expect you to drop everything to make time for me. I would’ve felt a burden if you had.” You told him, offering him a reassuring smile.

“You shouldn’t spend the last few months sitting inside doing nothing.”

“If you’re gonna try to convince me to go skydiving with you, it won’t work.” The Mayan laughed at your words and shook his head.

“I meant check out some cities, go to the fair, take up a class.” Ez raised his hand and cupped your cheek, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“I want to help you experience new things.”

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Welcome to the family (Angel Reyes x F!reader)

Description: I need my husband. I need Angel...

You tried to fight your overwhelming despair as you forced your tears back. Even now, knowing that there was no way he could make it in time, you still wanted nothing more in the world than for your husband to come barging through the door.

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of childbirth (Let me know if I missed any)

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Angel was on a run when it happened.

Despite your insistence that you still had a few weeks until your baby was due, and that he needed to get out the house and go for a last drive with the club, life clearly decided to fuck with your plans. Of course, it had to be less than a day after you all but forced your husband to leave you that pain erupted in your abdomen.

Real pain.

Pain that told you this wasn’t a rehearsal like you knew some women experienced this close to their delivery.

God damn it.

Why had you forced Angel to leave? The man had all but been glued to your side the last couple months, only leaving the house for the shortest amounts of time possible and normally only when Ez forced him, so as not miss anything.

He was gonna make sure you never heard the end of this.

Sure, finding out that you were pregnant wasn’t a shock to either of you. Given your more than healthy sex life and your common haste when caught up in the heat of the moment, it was rather inevitable. Now, a year later you were almost ready to pop.

Gripping your rounded stomach, you groaned as the pain ebbed and flowed before stopping all together. You allowed it to continue a little longer before breaking down and staggering toward the phone.

You quickly dialled the number you had all but memorised at this point, knowing they were your only hope right about now if you didn’t want to give birth alone and in your kitchen.

Thankfully, they picked up right away.

“Hello?”

“Felipé?” you whined, biting your lip as another wave of pain forced you to stop talking. “I… It’s me… I think… I think the baby’s coming and Angel isn’t here and I don’t know what to do. I mean, do I call him or an ambulance-“

Your panicked ramble was quickly cut short but your father-in-law’s soothing instruction not to panic. “I’ll be right over with the truck. You got a bag packed?”

“Yes.”

The bag had been packed only a few days prior by Angel, left beside the door ready to go incase you needed it sooner than expected. With only a month to go, the man had been ready for anything.

It was why you were now feeling so guilty to think he was going to miss this.

“Grab the bag, honey, and I’ll be there in ten minutes, ok?”

“O… ok.”

“You’ve got this. Everything is going to be alright. I promise, so breathe.”

You were grateful for the reminder as a sudden gush of fluid at your feet brought you back to the present. Another spasm wracked your abdomen, causing you to curse as you hung up and tried to do as you’d been told.

It was time to do this.

It was after Felipé had got you in the car and begun to drive - a little too fast to have been legal - that he forced you to pick up the phone and call. The drive to the hospital was short, but still long enough for you to try and get a message to your husband that he was about to become a father.

Staring at the phone, you automatically went for Ez’s number, knowing that the younger Reyes brother was more likely to pick up. As it turned out, you were right to as it turned out that Angel was in some meeting and wouldn’t have been able to answer. However, Ez promised to tell him the minute he got out.

“Oh! Holy shit. Of course! Good luck, Y/N. Just worry about you. I wanna meet my new niece or nephew when I get back.”

Ez sounded ecstactic, if not a little wary of having to be the one to break the news to his brother that you’d gone in to labour when he was almost a state away.

“Will do, Ez. You take care of you both too, you hear? I’m gonna need the father of this child in one piece after I’m done.”

“You got it mamma.”

Several hours passed.

Well, you said several because that was what the clock on the wall said, but you felt like it was closer to a billion.

Still, you’d tried your best to distract yourself as you paced the floor, ate ice chips, and tried to watch some silly soap opera on television with no success.

You were quick to hunch forward as another contraction ripped through you, your knuckles white on the edge of the small table in the delivery room.

“They're getting closer, love. Shouldn't be long now.” Felipé rubbed your back in comfort, surprisingly soft in his support. You’d half expected him to make himself comfortable in the waiting area or even to have headed home to wait, once he’d dropped you off. But no, this man had stayed by your side for all of it.

I can’t very well let my first grandchild come into the world alone, can I? he’d answered when you’d asked. Someone has to be here for you and I have had some experience here.

His warm smile had brought tears to your eyes - as had the pain, but for a whole other reason.

I need my husband. I need Angel.

“Y/N, sweetheart, what is it? What can I do?”

A small sob escaped you as you shook your head. “It’s fine… I just wish Angel were here. He’s gonna be so disappointed he missed it even if I all but forced him to go.”

The man sighed, gently laying a hand on your shoulder as he squeezed tightly. “I’m sure he’ll be here as soon as he can. Babies have a way of doing things on their own schedule. Angel will understand.”

You could only hope that was true.

A knock on the door startled you.

Angel?

“Sorry I’m late,” he stated casually, as if he’d arrived late to some family dinner as you often did. The stare on his father’s face was the same anyway - a mixture of relief and fond-irritation.

“Wh... what are you... doing here? I thought you were half a world away?”

The clock on the wall re-affirmed that the meeting would have only finished an hour ago at most, according to what Angel had told you before. There was NO way he could’ve gotten there as quickly as he did, unless…

“My wife is having my kid.” He stepped into the room. “I was coming out of Templo for a break and I overheard Ez on the phone with you. He told me what was going on so yeah, I left. Bishop understood and I may have broken a couple speed laws but fuck it. I’m here now.”

Your tears ran anew at his confession, unable to say anything to express your overwhelming relief and shock. Instead, you let your actions do the talking for you, pulling him in by the front of his kutte, to bury your face in his chest.

Tears of joy soaked his shirt but he didn’t care, too busy kissing your head and whispering words of comfort to you.

“I’m here, baby. You got this. I love you so much.”

You tried to believe him, especially as another major contraction hit you. To his credit, Angel was quick to take your hand and let you all but crush it as the door opened and a doctor re-entered the room.

You knew already what his re-appearance meant; it was time.

However, you were suddenly less afraid now that the moment was upon you. With Angel by your side you felt like you could do anything, including bringing your child into the world. All the pain, tears and fears would soon be worth it.

“You ready Mrs Reyes? Let’s meet your baby.”

The birth was an otherworldly experience.

You can’t say you’d ever felt anything as excruciating or exhausting in your life, but when you eventually got to look at Angel cradling your daughter in his arms… well, you knew you would do it all over again if it meant being able to see the look on his face.

He perched on the bed beside you, eyes locked with yours; they were tinged red.

You know yours must have been too as none of you had stopped crying since the moment she’d burst into the world - Felipé included, even if he tried to hide it.

God knew Ez would also likely be a puddle of tears once he eventually got here. As it was, he’d called you the minute he’d got word from his father that the newest family member had arrived.

He’d assured you that he was speeding his way back to you as fast as he possibly could. Tío Ez was ready to start his duties.

Speaking of duties, you were already overwhelmed by how quickly Angel had taken to fatherhood, utterly enraptured by the tiny bundle in his arms.

He kept brushing a finger against the soft curls on your daughter’s head, grinning like a cheshire cat.

You knew exactly what to say.

“She looks like a Marisol… don’t you think?”

Angel paused.

You sensed his attempt to swallow the fresh wave of tears that threatened to overwhelm him at the realisation of what you’d said. After all, you’d both agreed to wait until the baby was here to talk names. But now that you’d seen her? No other name felt right.

“Yeah… yeah, she does, and… and… how about your Mom’s name too?”

Your smile could have lit up the entire world.

“Marisol Eliana Reyes, it is then. Welcome to the world. We’ve been waiting to meet you, young one.”

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