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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Taglist: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.

Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is no correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.

Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.

Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. You had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.

The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"

Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.

"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the shock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private area. Even when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to push you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.

EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you two were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its an easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.

[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.  

Note:  I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.  

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

[hennyjwrites]

No but CoCo with his baby girl😍 She’s a major daddy’s girl and doesn’t like that he puts her down.

Coco walked out of the bathroom and immediately towards the screaming 10 month old who had just learned to sit up on her own. She was sitting in her mothers lap who tried to soothe her but i wasn't working.

“Whatchu doing all that screaming for mija?” Coco asked, pulling the child into his arms after she started to reach for him. She was going through a little phase of always wanting to be held, but in this case she only wanted to be held by her father. Coco was willing to hold her all day and night to keep her happy. Coco whispered gentle and loving words into her ear as he rocked her around the room.

Y/n sat on the bed, following Coco around the room with her eyes. All his tattoos were on display because their baby still valued skin to skin. She fell in love all over again as she watched her baby y/d/n lay her head down on her daddy's chest, and as Coco went to smooth down her curls.

As the baby was drifting to sleep, Coco handed her to his wife. Y/d/n immediately started to whine, as Coco got comfortable in the bed. He immediately took y/d/n back and laid her on his chest, as he laid back on the many pillows.

“You're so good with her.” Y/n whispered, smiling lovingly. Coco smiled at her.

“Thank you querida.” He whispered. He's got what he wanted. He went from a lowlife jailbird to a family man. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[dallianceangel]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

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“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

[ficnation]

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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[juicesgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

He slammed the beer bottle on the bar never taking his eyes off her. She was doing it on purpose he knew she was.

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

“Your really cute you know” I whispered biting down on his ear lightly

“Oh really?” Ez mumbled his hands roaming further down my body

“I love you Ez but get your hands off her now.” Angel snapped walking over

I turned my head to look at him as a smirk formed on my face “But we’re having fun”

He grabbed my wrist dragging me to the bathroom before quickly slamming the door shut backing me against the sink.

“You think it’s cute acting like a slut?” He questioned sliding his hands up my skirt

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

That’s all it took for the switch in him to flip. His hands went to her shirt ripping it off throwing it to the floor doing the same with her skirt.

“No panties or bra? Fucking whore.” He spat attaching his lips to hers his hands sliding between her legs.

A whimper left her mouth as he pulled away sliding his finger inside her. “This pussy.” He paused picking up his pace his fingers moving faster inside her “Mine.”

He uses his other hand to cup one of her boobs lowering his mouth to suck on one momentarily before pulling away. “These boobs.” he smirked giving the other a soft kiss “Mine.”

“These beautiful lips” He whispered bringing his mouth to hers placing a sloppy kiss before pulling away “Mine.”

He pulled out his fingers from inside her before sucking her juices off his finger. When he finished he cupped her face with his hands forcing her to look at him “You belong to me.” He stated before smirking and leaving the bathroom

“Never forget who you belong to princess” He laughed before closing the door behind him.

I’d genuinely do anything this man told me to.

-hails🧸

[kikijackson-blog]

A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Readers 18+ Only

Summary: You spend a lazy day at the beach with the boys. Inspiration for this came from yet another Lana Del Rey song called Music To Watch Boys To. Hope you like. Mentions of Angel, Creeper, Coco, Gilly and Ez.

WARNINGS: Just some light language and naughtiness.

You dig your toes into the warm sand, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves crashing onto shore always took you to a special place, one of peace and tranquility. You could easily fall asleep, the ocean waves and songs of seagulls flying over the sky was like nature’s lullaby. On any other day you would have already dozed off but this day was not like any other day.

“Ey, watch what the fuck you doin’. You damn near knocked my beer out of my hand.” Gilly shouted to Coco who had bumped into him.

That was the third fight that had broken out in the half hour that you’d been here. Kids. It was like watching kids fighting over petty things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. It’s like they look for any excuse to start shit, like they don’t know any other way, it’s all they’ve known you surmise. You put your headphones on, the ones with the flowers on them. You roll your eyes and hit play on your phone, the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Today’ flowing through your ears drowns out their shouts. No, there would be no peaceful napping on the beach today.

Still it was quit amusing watching them argue now that you couldn't hear them. Using body language and your knowledge of their individual personalities, you could imagine quite accurately what they were saying to each other or re-imagine what they were arguing about. You make a game of it, adding your own narrative to the scene.

“That ain’t my fault though. You shoulda had a better grip on it.” he grinned but Gilly wasn’t haven’t it. Gilly gets in his face and Coco bracing himself for a fight. 

You wonder how far this will go before someone intervenes. You always like to watch Coco get all worked up, he’s very… passionate. It often leaves the mind wondering if he’s that passionate in all things. It doesn’t take very long before Ez is there trying to break it up.

You look around and find Creeper hitting on a random girl he just met, or at least attempting to in his own way. Large breasted and nearly half his age, the woman was clearly out of his league but he was either oblivious or didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t drag away Creeper’s confidence. He’s showing her all his battle wounds. You wonder as he points to one in particular why he thinks that would actually work but it does. The girl’s face softens up and you could almost hear the ‘ay, poor baby.’ as she traces one of his scars. He of course is all smiles reminiscent of a kid in a candy shop. Oh he is trying to fill his bag with sweets today.

He tried that on you once but it hadn’t work. You had just snickered and said, “well maybe next time don’t get shot.” That had led the entire club in an uproar of cackles and ribbing on Creeper but he didn’t care. If it had bothered him it did not show one bit. He’d just smiled innocently at you, “that’s okay y/n, one day you’ll change your mind and I promise I won’t mock you when you do but I might make you beg for it.”

You turn your attention to the ocean but it's not the waves that have caught your eye. It’s the tall dark haired man walking out of the water that you are drawn to. Beads of salt water trickling down his body, you count each one only to lose count as a new one falls down. One particular drop catches your gaze and you follow it down to his abs. You’ve heard of washboard abs but your curious as a kitten mind questions if you could actually wash your delicates on it. A naughty smile creeps across your face as you imagine yourself washing your panties on those abs while still wearing them, you bite down on your lower lip to hide it and begin singing along to distract yourself from your own fantastically kinky thoughts. 

The drop you’ve been following takes its painfully slow time to make its way down, further down, way down until it reaches its final destination, the very edge of his black swimsuit. Leave it to Angel to be wearing speedos. Unaware that you were even still gawking you let out an audible gasp loud enough to both snap you out of the most delicious thoughts and get the others’ attention but you paid no mind. Angel’s eyes were on you now and there was a storm brewing there, a dangerous one. One of amusement, desire and lots of mischief.

“You like what you see, babygirl.” It was a statement not a question. Like he knew he was that hot, like he knew if he just reached between your legs he’d find your bikini bottoms soaked. That ego and the confidence of this man was through the roof.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer in your sweet good girl voice.

Oh yes there was definitely a storm coming, one that promised to fulfill all unspoken fantasies, even those you’ve never acknowledged to yourself.

[lostin-thesos]

Mami? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry

Neron "Creeper" Vargas x AFAB!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 4.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I should explain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that root beer?”

You nodded your head in answer. “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

“Lady troubles.”

“Mind your business.”

You replied at the same time.

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

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

“Hope!” You exclaimed before laughing.

“I’m just saying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

“Guapo, I’m pregnant,” you confessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wiped your eyes and nodded.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

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

[kindnessisweakness2]

Coco Request from @your-space-brain!! I hope you liked where I went with it and again sorry the wait, I'm so critical of my own work it takes me ages to build up the courage to post🤦‍♀️

(NOT MY GIF!!)

Growing up being Bishops daughter wasn't easy. Most girls loved the thought of it, being so close to the MC. But Bailey Losa hated it. Don't get her wrong she loved the club, it was like one big extended family. But things that were simple to other girls, were never easy for Bailey. While all her friends snuck out to house parties and to meet boys, Bailey Losa stayed well within the protection and watchful eye of her father and his henchmen. If her father had his way she would be walking around covered from her neck to her ankles, never in sight of a horny teenage boy. Almost 20 years old and she still has to keep her door open if she had friends over. But you know what they say about strict parents? They create sneaky rebellious kids.

Coco watched as Bailey made her way around the club house collecting the empty bottles. The Friday night party was starting to get busy as it hit 10pm with More and more people starting to arrive. He couldn't deny she was beautiful. Her long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her blue denim shorts hugging her hips and her smile. Her smile was the best thing about her. It'd been a week since he kissed her. 1 fucking week and she had consumed his mind. No one knew about their secret make out session in the small stock room behind the bar. She had been putting away a delivery, slamming the bottles in to place a little too hard after another argument with her father, when Coco walked in. He'd always had a thing for her and up until that day was able to pay careful attention to the OFF LIMITS sign above her pretty head, placed there by her hot head of a father. Coco would be lying if he said he regretted giving into the intrusive thought of pushing her against the shelves, hands twisting in her hair as he captured the soft lips of the Mayans Princess in his own. The mischevious glint in her brown eyes telling him she enjoyed it as much as he did. But that didn't mean he was oblivious to the looming shit storm he would be in the centre of if Bishop found out.

"Coco can you take Bailey home?" Bishops voice broke his thoughts and instantly he felt sick. Bailey groaned loudly from behind the bar. "Dad are you serious right now? It's barely 10.30." The look Bishop threw his daughter instantly told her not to argue. Anger was clear to see on her face as she threw the empty beer bottles on the bar top, not giving a shit if they smashed. Grabbing her bag she stormed past her father without a word. Coco sighed grabbing his keys ready to follow her outside, but Bishop called out to him. "Make sure she's safe brother, shes my world." Not being able to muster words Coco swallowed the lump in his dry throat and nodded. He made his way out towards his bike, a fuming but silent Bailey already having her helmet on.

The ride to the Losa Residence was completely silent. Pulling into the driveway, Coco cut the engine and hopped off his much loved Harley. Bailey raised her eyes at the tall Outlaw as he held his hand out for her. "Law breaking Gentleman, Huh?" She smirked as she let him help her off the Bike. She had liked Coco for a long time, but never in her wildest dreams would she ever have believed he would look at her twice. She knew how much shit he would get in if they got caught, but she would be lying if she didnt admit it made her excited. "Look i know you and your dad disagree on alot, but he cares y'know. Just cut him abit of slack yeah? Your his pride and joy." Coco tried to reason with her, but Bailey rolled her eyes. Standing on her tip toes, her lips brushed his as she looked into his eyes. "I dont want to talk about that. Lets go inside..." She kissed him softly, fingers linking with his. Coco let her lead him to the front door. Pushing her gently against the dark wood, his hands found her waist, lips leaving a trail down her neck. God she was like a drug. She pulled him in, made him feel euphoric. Every gasp that left her mouth was like music to his ears.

Realisation hit him hard when she broke away from him to unlock the door. Fuck what was he doing? He wanted her, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Not for the short term either. She could never be just a fling to him. Fuck no he could get easy pussy at Vicki's any time he wanted. But Bailey? She was all woman. The kind he could imagine siting up late at night talking shit with. Debating the stars, history and what they wanted from life. The kind that would make him want to be a better man. She was too good for him ofcourse, but damn he wanted her. "Wait." Bailey's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Coco resisted her trying to pull him inside. "Bailey, we...we cant." Hurt flashed instantly in her eyes, and it made him want to throw up. "Do you know how many rules I'm breaking by being here?" Coco pleaded with her. Tried to make her see how much shit this would cause for the both of them. But Bailey just smirked as she wrapped her arms around the worried Mayan.

"Rules? Im a grade A rule breaker baby.They are made to be broken. And havent you heard? Im the Princess, i get what i want. When i want. And right now i want you to take me inside and together we are going to break every rule in the goddamn book."

[mrsamaroevans]

Meet Me In The Afterglow

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader.

Request: No.

Words: 3,255.

Warnings: Talk about pregnancy.

A/N: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *Gif from shadesalvarez. Sorry I had to save it but my phone and laptop stop working whenever I want to look for a gif*

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

Put you in jail for something you didn't do. I pinned your hands behind your back, thought I had reason to attack, but no.

You barely gave him the chance to talk.

Everything was pretty clear; how late he came home, all the cancelations to your dates, his empty chair at lunch and dinner. Everything told you that your husband was cheating. Absolutely everything.

And then that rumor: Miguel and Palomo were spending time together, there was even a picture. That was the moment you couldn’t stay without saying anything. Not anymore.

“I told you Potter wants her compromised,” Miguel said when you confronted him about it.

“And what better way than sleeping with her, right?”

Miguel left what he was doing. His shirt was opened not being able to finish undressing after your words.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked. He looked furious, probably as furious as you were. It was never a good combination.

“Miguel, please… You think I’m dumb?” You got up from bed and walked towards him just a few steps. Miguel didn’t take his eyes off you, but he didn’t say anything “You think so?”

“If you really think I’m sleeping with her, then maybe you are.” He said, sarcastically.

“Fuck you.” You told him, walking to your side of the bed again.

“Amor… I don’t know where you got that from…”

“You really don’t know?” You asked, turning back to him “This is the first time in a month that you’re here early… all you do is be out… with her… there are days you don’t even come home to sleep.”

“That doesn’t mean…”

“Shut up!” You cut him off “Don’t you even try to minimize what I feel… don’t you even think about it.”

“I’m not… You don’t trust me?” Miguel seemed confused. He was looking for the right words to say, but he didn’t find them. It was the first time you saw him running out of words.

“How?” You asked “How do you want me to trust you when you don’t talk to me? You don’t come home, I never know where you are, you don’t pick up my calls…” your eyes filled with tears so you needed to pause for a few seconds “Would you trust me if this was the other way round?”

Miguel didn’t say anything. You knew he wouldn’t ‘cause you knew the answer. For goodness sake, Miguel loses his mind for less than that.

“Thank you for coming early today ‘cause I’ve been wanting to tell you something… this is not what you vowed at the altar, so… if this continues like it’s been, I don’t want it. I’ll leave and I’ll take my children with me… oh yeah, I almost forget it...” You shook your head and reached for the cabinet on your bedside table “Congrats…” You told him, handing him the white envelope “You’re gonna be a father for the second time.”

Miguel didn’t open the envelope. He was too shocked, but he got a hold of your hand before you could walk away, nevertheless, he couldn’t say anything.

“I’ll take another room…” You told him “Goodnight.”

And you left him alone.

Three days later, Miguel still hadn’t talked to you. If he had to go out of the house, he asked someone to tell you and if by any chance you two find each other around the house, he never said a word. But that night he was home early. You heard him walking to your shared bedroom and closing the door. But somehow, you couldn’t fall asleep so you took your nightgown, and your phone and went out to the pool with a giant glass of cranberry juice.

What a goddamn moment to be pregnant.

Surely your brain needed something stronger than a simple juice.

The night was quiet and cool. Time went by hearing the crickets sing and looking at the moon twinkling on the water of the pool. You were so inside your brain that you didn’t hear Nestor’s steps when he got close to you.

“Nestor!” You said, one of your hands on your chest for the surprise “You scared me.”

Your husband’s best friend smiled and with the look he threw at you, he asked for permission to sit in the same armchair. You nodded immediately.

“Are you okay?” He asked once he got a seat.

“Yeah, why are you asking?”

He shrugged.

“I have seen you and Miguel”

You rolled your eyes.

So that was it.

“Miguel sent you.” You didn’t ask. It was Obvious. Nestor does everything Miguel says.

“No…” He said, sounding convincing “He told me about your worries, though.” Nestor was silent for a couple of minutes just like you did “Miguel’s no cheating on you…”

“Nestor… stop.” You cut him off “We’re friends but I know your bond with Miguel is stronger, I know where your loyalty lies and it’s with him, not with me…”

“You’re right,” he nodded “Miguel is like a brother to me.”

“And that’s why you’d cover his lies—”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he corrected you. He had a little teasing smile on his face “If he was cheating on you —which he’s not—, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t tell you a thing.”

You thought about it. You remembered when Miguel was going to propose to you. You knew it, you had suspected it from weeks before and you tried to get information out of Nestor but he never told you a single thing. He even avoided being left alone with you. Or that time when Los Olvidados took your son and Miguel did something he told you he wouldn’t. Nestor ran away from you every time he saw you and it didn’t matter how insistent you were; he didn’t tell you anything.

Maybe his loyalty was with Miguel and maybe he was gonna cover him forever, but he was right. If Miguel was really cheating on you, he wouldn’t be there. You were his friend too.

“Miguel knows he’s been away for too long…” Nestor added “But it has nothing to do with an affair…”

“Then where is he?” You asked looking at him “Where is he when he comes home late, when he doesn’t come home at all?”

“He’s been dealing a lot with Potter… and wait… how many nights he hasn’t come home?”

You tried to remember but you couldn’t think more than once.

“Like… two?”

“Just once.” Nestor corrected you “Listen, I’ve known Miguel since we were kids… when he met you, he became someone new and I knew that what he felt for you was real and strong.”

“You’re making me feel terrible.”

“No,” he chuckled “You had the right to feel that way, I mean… is the easiest thought.”

You laughed.

“I’m just gonna ignore that you just said I’m not original.”

Nestor laughed too. It was probably the first time in weeks you laughed that way with someone that was an adult.

“You know what I mean,” Nestor said and you just nodded.

“I fucked it up, right?” you asked, your elbows in your legs.

“I think the both of you did.”

You sighed, thinking about the way Miguel reacted when you accused him of sleeping with Palomo. Of course he was mad. You’d also be mad if he accused you of having an affair.

“You’re going inside so I can close in here?”

“No.” You told him “I’ll close, thanks.”

He nodded and smiled once again before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

I lived like an island, punished you with silence, went off like sirens, just crying. Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

Miguel, as he told you, he didn’t know why would you think he was cheating on you with Palomo. Truth was that neglected his home and family for all the opportunities he’s been having since he made the deal with Potter and Los Olvidados, but it never crossed his mind to cheat on you.

He loved you. Everybody knew it. Even people who were never okay with your marriage accepted it. Nobody could say that Miguel Galindo didn’t love his wife. It was obvious every time he laid his eyes on you. Every time he was near you. Nobody could get in between your relationship, every man and every woman knew it.

He was furious. He didn’t think the word furious was appropriate for what he was feeling. But he was furious that the idea crossed your mind. Yes, he’s not been at home lately but, where did you leave the trust? Why didn’t you trust him?

So you didn’t talk. Miguel was not in the mood to argue and he knew he would say terrible things and he didn’t want to, let alone knowing you were carrying his second child. But, he was worried about what you said; You’d leave? Take his children away from him? If he ever say that he didn’t care or that he was not afraid, would be lying. Miguel didn’t see his life without you and every day he arrived home, that fear beat in his chest for the possibility of not finding you there.

Every night, he gets into the closet and his fear vanishes whenever he sees all your clothes. O whenever he gets into the house and sees Cristobal's toys in the living room, he just sighs and smiles ‘cause that means you're still there.

A week and a half went by. On a Tuesday he got home earlier than what he used to. It was past seven and the first floor was too quiet. The fear hit him, so quickly went upstairs just to hear his son’s laughter coming out from his bedroom. Miguel calmed down and walked toward there. He needed to see him awake.

“DADDY!”

Miguel smiled at his son’s excitement. Cristobal was in the bathtub, he had foam in his head and was playing with some plastic ships. You were sitting on the floor at the bathtub’s side and had also a ship in your hand but you didn’t look at him.

Miguel had kept his distance to give you space and to clear his mind. But probably wasn’t the best decision he had made.

“We went to school today,” Cristobal told him when he sat at the edge of the bathtub not caring he could get his clothes wet.

“School?” Miguel asked, looking at you but Cristobal was already an expert at talking so he answered:

“Yes. Mommy says that I will go to kindergarten soon...”

Miguel nodded and smiled. Cristobal was about to be of age to go to school, but you had not talked about it ‘cause for obvious reasons he wanted his son to be homeschooled.

“And did you like it?” Miguel asked, wiping the foam off his cheek.

Cristobal nodded while smiling widely and Miguel knew he couldn’t deny him going to school, not after that smile.

“Can daddy dress me?” Cristobal asked, looking at you.

“Daddy is probably busy, honey…”

“I’m not...” Miguel interrupted you and smiled at his son “C’mon… is almost bedtime.” He stood up and helped his son out of the bathtub.

You gave him Cristobal’s towel and once he put him it on, he pulled out his hand at you to help you up. You took his hand, but that touch felt rare. He didn’t like the feeling.

“You’re gonna read to me?” Cristobal asked when he picked him up.

“Sure… which book do you want?” He asked.

“The Rockstar R!” Cristobal said almost at the same time that Miguel whispered another book’s name.

“The Rockstar R?” He asked, confused.

“It’s his favorite of the moment…” Were the first words you told specifically to him in more than a week, but you turned your gaze to your son almost too quickly “Baby, be good for daddy, okay?” The kid nodded and you stood on your toes to kiss his head “Goodnight, baby, see you tomorrow...”

“Goodnight mommy.”

Miguel saw you walk out of the room before leaving Cristobal on his bed to dress him, and when he looked at him, he saw his big brown eyes looking directly at him.

“Why mommy is sad?”

“No, she’s…” Miguel thought for a few seconds. He had to be doing something really wrong if his son could see that something was not completely right with you “She’s tired… she’ll go to sleep. Now… what pjs you want? Iron Man or Captain America?”

“Captain America!”

Miguel dressed his son, took him to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, prayed, and read him a book. All of that took him half an hour because Cristobal used any excuse not to fall asleep and, being away from home for so long, Miguel didn't mind about the kid manipulating him.

Once his son was asleep, he left the room and went downstairs. It was still early and he hadn't eaten. Not that he was particularly happy to have dinner without you again, but he had to do it anyway.

But when he came downstairs, he saw you in the dining room, sitting in the place you usually took, while reading a bunch of brochures and sheets.

“What are you doing?” He asked you at the same moment when you drank from your glass.

“It’s not wine, Miguel, relax.”

But he was not worried about that ‘cause he remembered how you didn’t even drink coffee during your first pregnancy even though the doctor said a cup a day would be fine. He never thought it was wine. You were obsessed with cranberry juice when you were pregnant with Cristobal, so he guessed that obsession came back.

“I meant this…” He said, getting closer and taking a couple of the sheets on the table “What is this?”

“I’m looking for the best school for Cristobal,” You said, leaving your glass aside and the pamphlet you were reading to take another.

“I thought that was something we would talk about,” He said, sitting in the chair next to you and just realizing you already read all of them. Some had a few notes on the edges or some words underlined “I wanted Cristobal to be homeschooled...”

“I always wanted him to be a normal kid.”

He chuckled “Thousands of children are homeschooled in this country and that doesn’t mean they’re not normal...”

“Miguel… our son barely has contact with other kids,” You looked at him “You went to school so did I… I just want him to have the same and then… He saw the school and the playground and I wish you could have seen how his eyes shone. I thought it would be hard, but he wants this… he yearns this...”

Miguel nodded and took some papers. You fell silent as he read the options you were considering.

He knew you were right. Cristobal had no friends and no cousins. He needed to grow up with kids his age and all those papers you had on the table just meant you were considering everything the schools had to offer, including safety, which was what concerned him the most.

“I like this one…” he said after reading everything you had written in all the papers.

“Me too.” You said, “I think it’s the best option.”

“When are you going?”

“I’ll call tomorrow.”

Miguel just nodded and stood up. He didn't expect you to speak to him again, but when you did, he didn't hesitate to turn to you.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

He looked into your eyes. Sure you were tired like he told Cristobal, but there was also a glimpse of sadness in them. He couldn’t stand looking at you that way.

“Of course.” And he sat again.

Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine even when I lose my mind.

“I’m sorry,” You said. You'd been wanting to talk to him since the day you had that conversation with Nestor, but you hadn't really thought about what to say. You wanted everything to go back to normal, but you knew that, in a way, the situation you were in wasn't completely your fault, so you apologized for the one thing you had to do so “I… should have asked you first. I should have listened to you when you said you were not cheating…”

Michael sighed. He seemed very uptight and to be honest, everyone in the house was the same. There was no way they could have listened to your argument the other night, but it was obvious that they knew something was wrong. For God's sake, you've been sleeping in another room for over a week now.

“Well… I didn’t help that much, did I?” Miguel started “I didn’t say too much these past days…”

“You were mad; I understand it”

“Yeah, I was… at first...” He clarified and sighed again. You knew he was having a hard time admitting that he also had to do with the whole problem. You knew him very well. He didn't like to admit that he was wrong “Then I realized what you meant… I’ve been away from home. I took for granted what I have here; Cristobal, you…”

“And there’s a little bean on the baking…”

“Yeah, let’s not forget the bean...” Miguel smiled making you smile too, “I’m sorry.”

You grabbed his hand on the table “I’m sorry, too.”

You looked at him and he seemed different. It was like the weight on his shoulders had left and, to be honest, you felt the same. It wasn't like you had said everything you wanted to say, but at the same time, it was like no more words were needed to fix the situation. Miguel knew how you felt and you knew how he felt. He knew what he had done wrong and you knew that you had to prove your hypotheses before accusing him of something.

“Come here…” he asked you, pulling your hand. So you got up from your seat and took a few steps towards him. His hands grabbed your hips and made you sit on his lap.

Having him near felt good. You didn’t realize how much you craved his closeness until that moment.

“I love you.” He said after leaving a kiss on your cheek “Sometimes I look at you and I think ‘That’s it… there’s no way I can feel more for her ‘cause if I do my chest is gonna explode’, and then, I prove myself wrong because it never stops growing… I’ll make sure you know that I keep falling in love with you every time I see you…”

What could you say after that? When you suspected Miguel was being unfaithful, you reacted that way, not out of pride. You loved him and it hurt you to even think that he was no longer feeling the same for you... that he was giving to someone else, all that love he once gave to you.

But he never did.

His love, his heart, and all of him... was still there. With you.

“I love you,” You said. Controlling your tears better than you thought were capable of. “Let’s not do this again, please.”

“You have a deal,” Miguel said, kissing your lips. It felt the same as the first time he had kissed you. “You’re gonna sleep with me tonight?” He asked still too close to your lips.

“Yeah, but after dinner ‘cause I’m starving…”

Miguel smiled and palmed your thigh.

“Let’s go...”

Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want even when I break your heart… Meet me in the afterglow.

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

[cloveroctobers]

DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 4. NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

A/N: idea inspired by a required outing for me and encouraged by @darqchilddaydreamz 🤭 this is so unserious but not at the same time? I also don’t like how I learned to appreciate creeper after the fact? This is my first time ever writing for the man with a heart of gold. Smh. Him and Coco deserved better and in AU…Creeper & Coco would be the true besties. This is also somewhat that. Enjoy!

Synopsis: As a pizza chef you’re bound to keep your house just as stocked as your restaurant. However with a ice storm heading your way in two days…you persuade your husband, Neron to take you to the store to grab just a few extra things but soon find yourself in a battle with another shopper, who doesn’t know the first thing about personal space.

ADDED PROMPTS FROM HERE + I’m using: 3.) Shopping + 6.) “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

WARNINGS: language + “reader” is given a name but not physically described yet I always have a black or woc in mind. + a sexual/steamy moment towards the end ;)

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What was supposed to be more of a in and out kind of thing, turned into at least a thirty minute adventure. Sure Mariatu could blame it on the tasteful playlist the grocery store was playing—currently, “let it snow,” by Boyz II Men & Brian McPetty but she’d take the blame when she got back outside to her husband.

The original plan was to run in and get five items: a pack of mineral water full of electrolytes for Neron, a pack of cocoa powder, eggs, toilet paper rolls, and disinfectant wipes.

With the way prices are in this economy?

Mariatu knew it was probably best for Neron to run in grab everything but he suddenly got a call from Coco that had to do with business—which the founded brothers always stood on—so she did the honors of slipping out. She honestly didn’t mind, shopping was always thrilling to her because she knows regardless of what she picked up—whether she needed it or not—the items would always be put to good use. Mariatu was never one to let anything go to waste, it was something her parents always instilled.

Perhaps that’s why the carriage was getting heavier as she explored every other aisle, ending up in the international section, just for some lady to eye the contents of her carriage before settling her judgmental eyes on Mariatu. Their eyes connected but one was less friendly than the other, which was enough for Mariatu to pick up the speed. The previous aisle was more of a game of “chicken,” since one boulder of a man thought the aisle was a one way, the frozen section had one of its fridges leaking onto the floor and the constant call to, “clean up aisle 21,” seemed to go unheard, and just from entering the store a mother had to excuse herself and her screaming child who thought it would be best to start knocking over one of the displays.

Those should have been enough signs for Mariatu to do what she was supposed to do. Although the upbeat Christmas music was enough motivation to just make this a speed round, Mariatu couldn’t help that she spent longer than expected; even if she had a mental list of what they needed. Soon she found herself making a circle in the store towards the organic and produce section.

Eyeing the pomegranate seeds, Mariatu makes a bee-line for the fruit. Parking her carriage upwards from herself, she picks up the container eyeing the expiration date and then the quality of the red toned fruit. From her peripheral she sees someone leaning by the front of her carriage. She thinks not much of it figuring that they’re simply looking at a item that aligns with the end of her carriage. Silently debating over the snack for a moment longer, she opts for the larger pack instead before adding it to the carriage.

Seconds after, the handle of her carriage digs harshly into her stomach as the customer pushes their hip into the end of the carriage to reach for a bag of jumbo grapes. Mariatu blinks to herself in astonishment as the man holds the bag up to the light and moves his hips to do the same movement again!

This time Mariatu yanks on the carriage and goes around the man but not without muttering, “this is how you say excuse me,” on her way as she continues on up ahead. Eyeing the bag of baby spinach, she decides against it after grabbing a few green juices not long ago and just as she goes to push away from the section, she can hear the irritating sound of a broken carriage wheel pushing behind her.

Ever since Mariatu was a little girl she had great senses. Some may call it a gift while others maybe oblivious but she’s almost always right in judging distances and sensing presences that may or may not physically be there. In this present time as Mariatu is briefly glancing from the cart to make sure she’s not forgetting something and watching where she’s going, she can feel and hear the carriage behind her getting too close for her liking. Just as she’s reaching the corner, she peers over her shoulder to the pale as ice skinned man with a beanie that barely covers his thin salt colored hair and in that moment they come to some sort of understanding.

His shoulders relax, his lips pursed, grip still strong on the handle, he seems to slow down as his eyes connect with Mariatu’s. The side-eye game was always strong and she whips her head back, ringlets of curls bouncing with her underneath her beret as she does, a satisfying smile begins to grace her lipstick painted lips while she gets ready to turn the corner.

That’s short lived as a bump of the carriage from behind pressed into her backside first, thrashing her forward, followed by the knocking wheel which clips her ankle. A yelp escapes her lips, gaining the attention of a cashier who’s handling the handicap section and Mariatu has to exhale the steam that’s probably seeping from her eardrums.

Rubbing at the stinging skin above her ankle socks in her trainers, she glares at the older man who looks sheepish at the fact that his carriage actually interacted with his target.

“What’s your problem? You bump my carriage out of the way instead of using your manners, which you clearly lack and now you wanna play bumper cars with my ankle?” Mariatu questions the man who lifts his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I needed grapes,” the man started, “you could have done what I did and placed your carriage to the right so that way you’re not blocking other items that fellow customers need.”

Mariatu scoffs in disbelief, “well I’m not you and the proper thing to do if you need to get something is say excuse me or patiently wait until I’m done.”

“Sorry…but no?”

“No?” Mariatu felt her eye twitch and just to think, she was having a pretty solid day off, considering it was only twelve in the afternoon but still!

“Yeah,” the man continued, “you’re in my way and I have places to be too. Don’t know if you know this but a ice storm is coming and I need—

“Excuse me, I don’t give two shits what you need. Everybody that’s in here needs something, so honestly you can take that entitlement and shove it up right your ass, Mr.” Mariatu stated to the man without raising her voice but her brows definitely did, which means she meant that shit, “and happy holidays.”

With that she sorta limps from the man, enjoying that she had the last say and that his presence was no longer felt as he scrambles to go to one of the other aisles instead of to the self-check out area, which Mariatu was headed to.

Mariatu braced herself heading back into the breezy sixty degree weather, slowly letting out a sigh to herself as she crossed through the parking lot. She spots Neron waiting outside of her bronco and jumps into action as he looks up in time. “Ten minutes huh?” He teases with a shake of his head as he unlocks the trunk.

She scrunches her nose at him as they maneuver around the cart, taking turns adding the bags into the back. It doesn’t take Neron long to pick up on the way Mariatu is walking different once they get down to the the last few bags. “What’s up?” He asks.

Mariatu shakes her head as Neron points at her leg, “I’ll tell you in the car.”

The hoodie wearing man dips his head and takes the task of bringing the carriage back to its spot after opening the door for Mariatu. Neron doesn’t miss a certain man looking over in his wife’s direction as Neron crosses the parking lot one more. Once he gets into the driver’s seat, it’s Neron’s turn to have his eyes in slits as the strange man starts tossing his bags into his station wagon.

“That man with the pedophile car…you know ‘em?”

Mariatu hums, looking up from her phone to follow Neron’s trail and immediately scoffs, “oh yeah, we got friendly not too long ago. That’s the man who tried to run me over after I told him he basically needs to learn some manners.”

Neron flicks his eyes to his right, “what happened?” He pressed and Mariatu has no issue giving her husband the quick rundown of what just occurred.

He’s rubbing at his lengthy beard in slight irritation but also pride. “Put your seatbelt on,” he commands and Mariatu tilts her head to the side at this.

However the hardened stare Neron shoots her way and then back out the window shield was enough for her to listen this time. The tatted man places one hand on the steering wheel, tightening his grip and sitting up straight—which was always enough indication that someone was about to float their ride…so Mariatu braced herself.

Rightfully so.

As soon as she blinked, they were across the parking lot blocking the man’s path from completely backing out from the parking space.

“Neron,” Mariatu hissed as he pressed his brimmed hat further down on his head then flung the door open, leaving it wide open as he walked in between the cars to get to the man’s driver’s side, knocking on his window.

Mariatu couldn’t exactly hear what Neron was saying to the strange man as he was crouched over, talking to him in a manner that would send a chill down anyone’s spine. Her heart rate picked up as she saw Neron reach into the rolled down window, possibly snatching the man up by the throat and then shoving him forward that his horn announced his face made contact with it.

With that Neron sniffs as he turns back to the bronco, holding a bag now as he climbs back into the driver’s seat. He plops the bag of grapes into Mariatu’s lap and says, “Poe Cramer sends his apologizes. Eat up.”

“Neron, what did you do that for? I thought I told you that I handled it.” Mariatu brings her eyes up from the fruit in her lap to the profile of her husband’s face who begins driving through the parking lot.

Neron dips his head, “and I’m proud of you, Cariño. But he assaulted you so I returned the favor. Roughed him up a bit, he’s lucky that’s all he got and that’s out of respect for my lady being somewhat a witness…that I didn’t take it further. got his name from his license—just in case you run into him again and he decides to start some more shit but I doubt it. I clocked his ass—that’s all. No harm, no foul.”

“I can’t,” Mariatu snorts resting a hand against her edges, “I love you and I don’t need you locked up before Christmas.”

“I’m just contributing to society so I know Santa would forgive me,” Neron shrugs with a slow smirk appearing on his lips.

Mariatu laughs, “Oh that’s what you want to call it?” Before kicking her ankle up and over her opposite knee to examine, “don’t know why some people get so shitty during the holiday season, especially if you didn’t do anything wrong to them! They just feel like it’s okay to take it out on strangers. Like? What you say fuck me for?”

“You don’t even gotta worry about him no more, trust me,” Neron laughs at the joke, “you good though?”

Mariatu nods reaching over to feed Neron a grape before pecking his cheek, “always with you by my side, baby.”

“Likewise,” Neron winks over at the woman he was ecstatic to call his wife, resting the palm of his hand on her thigh.

Back in the gated, yes gated! suburbs of their coastal mobile home after unloading and packing the groceries, the married couple made it their mission that today would be a easy day. They rarely had days off at the same time so Neron and Mariatu wanted to take advantage of this with Mariatu persuading Neron to go shopping today rather than putting it off for the busiest day—Saturday. Now they had the rest of the day just to be up in each others faces, spending quality time together.

She’s in the bathroom, tending to her night time skin routine, already solidifying they were in for the rest of the day, while Neron’s perched on the edge of the bed tuned into the weather channel. The bathroom door’s wide open as Neron says, “you know your pa is trying to get coco and I to come out to Wyoming, huh?”

Mariatu frowns, “that’s where he snuck off to? The hell is he doing out there?”

The woman knew exactly what her father was doing out there. He made it a mission to travel more after the lost of his wife three years ago but…Wyoming? Really? Very Kanye coded but a lot less unhinged.

“Starting a new business adventure. Plans to do something either with construction or a food truck for a rest stop…he’s weighing his options based on how those meetings go.” Neron informed, “he sounds real determined and said he’ll keep me posted while also sending his love to you.”

Neron and Johnny had their own business together that consisted of mechanics and all things restoration, computers and guns, you name it! After things went terribly south (she often found it hard at times that they both made it out alive) with the club, they figured this would be their best option and Mariatu couldn’t be more supportive of the two. In whatever way she was often confused on her father bringing up his multiple business ideas to her husband and good friend. Neron and Coco seemed quite comfortable making their roots here and not all over the place like her father commonly did.

Yet of course she understood networking being a business owner herself…she just couldn’t picture Neron or Johnny elsewhere now that they were secure here and out of the tainted Santo Padre.

Mariatu rolls her eyes at this, loving how Neron threw that in there but she knew this was true with the way her father’s brain was constantly running with ideas. He’s always been a hardworking, successful man but he also didn’t know when to slow down. He was getting older and it’s like Mariatu was always fighting to have time with him, she valued that considering the lost of her mother but perhaps this was all his way of grieving?

You tend to do that sometimes at the end of the year they say.

“Will he back for Christmas? Kwanzaa, maybe?”

Neron wouldn’t lie and he knew how important Mariatu’s relationship was with her parents, which he did not receive personally but he always had his sisters so he understood to some degree, “he didn’t say honey but I’m sure he’ll try.”

“Right,” Mariatu is quiet for some time before starting up her spin brush again for a few minutes before rinsing her face and continuing the rest of her work.

The room is thicker now with Mariatu’s inner feelings about it all but Neron knows not to push it. They were similar in that way, holding everything in but Mariatu was better in letting it out when she was ready while Neron struggled with his own issues of people not hearing him when he did speak. However he knew not to feel that way with his wife, they confided in each other countless of times and felt seen being vulnerable with each other. It’s what drove them forward through the hardships.

Neron’s not sure how long he’s dazed off but a pair of pants smack across his face, followed by a snort of laughter that belonged to no other than his wife. He blinks, gripping onto the printed pants and scowls as he eyes the same print that Mariatu is sporting. Except her’s are shorts and he gets to eye her smooth legs in them.

Licking his lips Neron rubs at his beard, fighting to keep his thoughts clean as she slips a printed long sleeve set over her camisole, “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

“Uh huh,” Mariatu nods her head with a smile, “we’ll be cozy and cute.”

Neron mumbles, “And lookin’ like the elves on the fucken shelf.”

Mariatu cackles as Neron shakes his head in disagreement. She stands before him, resting her hands across his shoulders, massaging them while staring down into his tense but loving brown eyes. Neron doesn’t hesitate to wrap his solid tatted arms around her waist, while she gets comfortable locking her legs right around his hips so they’re face to face now.

“I think you need a little more persuading and a thank you.”

“A thank you?” Neron ponders as Mariatu nuzzles her nose against the man’s, who breathes her in.

Mariatu pecks his lips, then trails those kisses along his jaw and up to his large ear, whispering, “for always looking out for me and especially for today. Will you let me take care of you?”

She can feel Neron shudder against her and she knew that Neron just wanted to be loved in return for the love that he gave out. Mariatu had no problem providing that and the confirmation of his fingertips digging into her waist was all she needed to make their lips collide. The scratch of his beard against her chin, the weight of her clung to his body, the force of shoving him back against the sheets, scrape of her stiletto nails that greeted his skin briefly as she helped him out of his tops, kissing of his wounds that were buried beneath his tats, the trick of her tongue against the round of his raised flesh which contained a hooped piercing that always evoked a breathy moan from his lips, the teasing and pleasing to his lower region with only her mouth was enough to bring joy right out of Neron’s heart.

Mariatu took the reigns but Neron couldn’t let that slide without getting his hands on her in the way he wanted and the way they both needed as well. A shower and clean up routine later, both now sporting red festive wear, they’re lounging against the headboard together, container of pomegranate seeds placed in between them while the skies in San Didacus continue filling in with a gray haze.

Neron and Mariatu both meet each other’s eyes after the dark haired man settled on, one of his favorites, “Krampus,” (2015) after finding one of the cheesy romantic Christmas movies to be too corny for their tastes.

“Ready to keep the festive spirit going?” Neron asks, wrist draped over Mariatu’s shoulder while she curls into him, leg tossed over his torso.

Mariatu covers her yawn, “yeah I am, I don’t know about you but I don’t want any demons hunting this house, especially once some kids come along.”

“Nah, krampus don’t got nothin’ on me.” Neron tells with a grin, “he better ask Poe and check my resume.”

“I haven’t even seen that resume.”

“I’m keepin’ it that way. Like I said when we took those vows, you don’t got to worry about nothing on that end. Just the restaurant and the good parts of life that we’re building together only.” Neron reassured in which Mariatu nodded with a smile.

Neron leans forward capturing Mariatu’s lips in a brief kiss before brushing his lips against her forehead then tunes back into the movie.

One thing is true, this holiday, equally the pair hopes this season brings further blessings to their table after growing what they both went through. The little moments mean just as much as the big ones and when they frequently stare into each other’s eyes…maybe in the end they can always say that’s the best gift the universe could have ever gave them.

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Continue the rest of my~5 days of Xmas~December anthology prompts here.

[ravennaortiz]

Number 9. "Will you let me take you out?" Let's go with either Angel or Juice. I feel like either one of those two would do well with this prompt. I'm probably going to send another one after this one.

Oooooo, I get to choose? Let's go with Angel this time :). Thank you for the request! I hope you like this!

"Thought you had a date with your hot shot lawyer" stated Coco as he slunk down in the chair next to you making Angel snort and roll his eyes. "Stood me up" you replied irritably as Angel mumbled something under his breath. He had been prickly ever since you had called him to pick you up an hour ago. Coco sipped on his beer regretting having sat down as the tension between you and Angel choked him.

"That sucks. Hope your kicking him to the curb" offered Coco his eyes darting from you to Angel. "Should have done that the first or second time" muttered Angel as he crossed his arms giving you a pointed look. "Screw you. You didn't have to come get me" you snapped your jaw clenched in anger. Angel was the one person you had always been able to seek comfort in and tonight he was acting like you were dirt.

Coco delivered a swift kick to Angel hoping to knock some sense in to his friends head. He knew Angel was secretly in to you and hadn't wanted to test the waters and lose you. So he had ben secretly pining for years and watching you get mistreated had apparently taken its toll. Angel shot Coco a look and was about to say something when you pushed your chair back standing up.

"Where are you going?" called Angel as you stormed away from the table. "Home" you snapped not turning back to him. "Your not walking its late and raining" stated Angel leaning forward on the table. "Not like you care" you replied hand on the door knob. Angel scowled before slamming his fist down on the table. "Will you just let me take you out? Show you how you should be getting treated." the words flying out of his mouth before he could really think. You paused not fully believing what you had heard. "What did you say?" you asked turning to look at him your eyes meeting his.

"Will you let me take you out?" repeated Angel his tone softer and pleading as he watched you.

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[libraryofloveletters]

Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 5k 

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

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Santo Padre was home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home was always home.  

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere to run now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, “it happens!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, you two are okay now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could only hope that he’d have that.

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That left Ez.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

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

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

“He’ll be home soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ezekiel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too.”

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hennyjwrites]

Omg! I just read your CoCo fic and I loved it! We need more dad!Coco. What about if baby girl is getting her first tooth in? How would Coco help her.

The house was miserable. Y/n had a headache. Leticia wanted to spazz, and the toddler was irritable. All of this was because the youngest baby y/d/n first tooth was coming in and in return had the baby screaming in irritation. She missed her nap and barely slept the night before so she was cranky on top of that.

Coco walked into the house already knowing the situation. He walked up to his wife, and gently took the baby from her. “Go lay down mi amor.” He whispered to her. She nodded before grabbing the toddler who needed a nap as well and walked towards the stairs. He rocked the baby, who calmed down hearing and smelling her daddy but was still crying gently. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his debit card before handing it to Letty. “200$ limit.” He told her. She squealed and walked iut the house happily.

He walked into the kitchen. While singing in the baby's ear he grabbed her teething ring and placed it on her teeth. The coldness soothed the baby. “See that's all you needed huh mija? Causing all the trouble for everyone today.” He held her close as she sniffled. “Shh papis here.” He rocked the baby until she went to sleep and well after she was asleep. He stayed downstairs with her just so his wife could sleep. Even with all the crying he loved being a daddy.

[dallianceangel]

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Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔

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“It’s him, isn’t it?” Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man you’d leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.

“Yes,” you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.

You’re expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.

“He’ll never forgive us,” You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.

Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.