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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.

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Good Morning: Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life@danzer8705@mysoulisasunflower@msjava1972@adaydreamaway08

It’s late in the morning when you wake up, you reach out across the sheets your hand coming to rest on the empty space beside you. It’s cold to the touch, Riz had been up at least a couple of hours. He’s left you to sleep in late after your gig last night. There’s been a lot more of them since that video went viral. You stick to small, intimate venues, the kind of places you can connect with the audience.

It’s the scent of fresh coffee that leads you to the kitchen, the French press is already filled and ready to decant. The back door is open, a warm breeze flowing through the room as you pad through it wearing nothing but one of Riz’s t-shirts. You decant the coffee into two mugs before stepping outside onto your back porch.

It's the view that always strikes you, cloudless blue sky, the mountains silhouetted in the faraway distance across the desert landscape. Riz had selected the perfect place to build a home for the two of you. The warm, natural pond close by, the stunning scenery. He’s created a place surrounded by your fondest memories, a utopia of peace and beauty.

He’s chopping wood when you step outside, his hair tied back into a tiny bun. He’s gained a few grey hairs since you’ve met, he jokes that it’s due to keeping up with you. He’s wearing weathered Levi’s with a blue flannel shirt that’s thrown over a navy V-neck. You watch appreciatively as he swings the axe, splintering the wood.

You don’t know what it is about seeing him like this, but it does something to you…

He knows it too; you can see it in the way he smiles when he looks up at you. Christ, that smile lights up your entire world. He sets the axe against the tree stump before pulling off his gloves and tossing them on top of it. He takes the mug of coffee from your hand before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips, it’s heated and tender, sending a rush of exhilaration all the way down to your core.

“Good morning.” He murmurs, his body pressing along the length of yours as he cages you in against the door frame.

“Hm, it is.” You smile, giving him that look.

“Oh Songbird,” he murmurs, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “Did I not give my girl enough last night?”

It had been too hurried, a quick encounter in the bathroom of the bar you played a gig in. You’d been wearing that black silk dress, high off the adrenaline of performing, your eyes had been bright, skin flushed. He’d fucked you on the vanity, his jeans shoved down past his hips, the silk brushing across his thighs as he kissed you into oblivion.

“I could always do with a little more.” You whisper as his fingertips tease along the buttons of the shirt, undoing them one by one.

“You’re insatiable.” He teases before tilting his head towards the interior of the house. “Let me take you back to bed, give you the wake up call you should have had.”

Riz takes his time with you. It’s soft and playful, little nips across your skin, teasing kisses, gentle caresses. His fingertips chase over your bare flesh, mapping out all those deviant little places that make you say his name. He smiles as he enters you, filling you slowly before he withdraws and starts all over again. He doesn’t believe in edging, it’s not your dynamic, he gives his girl what she needs, when she needs it. He would never deny you anything.

Your relationship has always been about intimacy, about being connected. When Riz looks into your eyes he sees his entire world, his entire reason for being. When you come, you take him with you. He groans your name into the hollow of your throat as he spills his release inside you.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He murmurs, his palms ghosting along the curve of your spine as he looks up at you.

“You say that everytime.” You laugh, your head tipping back as he leaves a trail of heated kisses along the line of your jaw.  

“I mean it.” He says, guiding your mouth back to his. “I always mean it.”

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[rimunagenius]

Home.

Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x GN!reader

Words: 644

Warnings: None.

A/n: I love Riz. He deserved the utmost genuine and undying love, and he definitely deserved better. That’s it. I just love my pretty boy.

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You knew the usual life of the club. The demanding runs, and the taxing ordeals that played out whether the guys intended them to or not. And you knew him. You knew your favorite boy’s empath traits and how some of these things took a toll on him. How most of the time, he took the brunt of the fight. Including the physical parts.

So you knew on nights like these when he stumbled into the house to find the living room light on, you on the couch with a blanket covering your legs, your favorite show running on the TV, that he would come home and be safe and relaxed with you. Be free of the outside world.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered as he sat himself abundantly close to you so that your shoulder and hips were touching as he toed off his boots. You leaned over kissed his cheek, looping your arm through his as he sat back, resting his head on the backrest of the couch.

He turned to face you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek bone with his thumb, kissing you so passionately yet so calm and sensualy. “Hola, amor mio.” He kissed you again, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, you accepting it happily.

He sighed after he pulled away, taking off his kutte, all to rest his head on the backrest of the couch again. “Rough day, mi amor?” You situated yourself to face his body, your arm around the back of his neck, his face now pointed in your direction as you ran your hand over his head, tangling your fingers softly into his hair.

Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, he hummed softly, lifting his legs onto the couch, now fully intending to get you laying down so he could lay just how he liked—right between your legs with his head on your chest.

Knowing just what he wanted, you obliged and layed down so he could be comfortable. Now throwing the blanket that once covered you, over the both of you. “Fucking terrible day.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, securing you into him all while he was on top of you.

“It’s okay, relax, baby. I gotchu now.” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging and playing with it while you both silently watched friends, giggling every now and then.

As you placed another kiss onto his head, you noticed his breathing turned even and steady. You smiled as you just looked down at the man laying on you. The man you loved and held so dearly to your heart. Your Michael. Your Riz. Your husband. You’d kill for this man, kill to have him like this in your arms for the rest of your life.

To hell with your friends and his, all you needed was eachother. To be wrapped up in their company and you’d be content even if the world was ending. You knew it could be an unhealthy look to someone who didn’t know you two, but the way you practically lived and breathed for him, was just to put it simply. Everyone around you saw the love you both shared for eachother. Undying.

“I love you, Ariza. Forever.” As the words left your mouth, he seemed to have squeezed you tighter, and sighed happily into your chest.

You shut the TV off and decided to just sleep on the couch tonight. His comfort and rest was more important than trying to get you both to bed. As you closed your eyes, and slowly started to drift, a ghost of a kiss was placed upon your chest, and half sleep and soft words were spoken. “I feel safe with you cariño. I love you. Always.”

You were his safe space and he was yours. No matter the weather, the events of the day, the impalpable love you two shared, brought you back to your grounded place. Brought you home.

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Mayans MC Masterlist

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

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

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

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

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

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

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

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

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Wait You Are Engaged?

Riz Ariza x Reader

Requested by @everyhowlmarksthedead // I WANT TO REQUEST 10 AND 13 WITH MY BABY BOY RIZZZZZ 🥴🥰 thank you, my lil slut.

Prompts: “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” and “It was supposed to be a secret!”

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All you wanted to do was scream from the rooftop that you were engaged but both you and Riz decided to keep it a secret for now, especially with all the shit that was going on he didn’t want to draw attention to you and out a target on your back, you completely understood so wore your engagement ring on your right hand so to anyone else it looked like a normal ring.

Tonight was just a standard Friday night, the music was pumping and the beer was flowing. You were sat on top of the bar, with your feet on a stool, chatting to Bishop whilst Riz made a phone call. You swore your mum preferred him to her own daughter and was always calling him for a chat.

“So you and Riz aye” Bishop smirked nudging your knee with his bottle “things are getting pretty serious”

“You may be my Tio but I’m not afraid to punch you” You laughed pulling the bottle to your lips. “I mean you have eyes so use them”

“Definitely your mothers daughter” he smirked. “But in all seriousness kiddo it’s good to see you so happy, but you know if he upsets or hurts you let me know and I will beat the shit out of him”

“I know, you keep telling me” you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think he is that stupid because he would have to face the rath of mum”

“Nobody wants that” Bishop shuddered.

Out of the corner of your eyes you watched Riz walk back into the clubhouse his phone still pressed against his ear, you knew your mum would be rambling about anything and everything. You didn’t mind as he was the first boyfriend you had that she liked so you left her two it. At first she wasn’t happy that you were getting involved with the Mayans but knew it would happen due to how close to Bishop you were.

You kept your eyes trained on your fiancée, as one of Vikki’s girls approached him, trailing her hands over his body. Everyone knew you were with Riz but some liked to push their looks, but she had picked a fight she wouldn’t win. You watched as Riz kept trying to push her away but she wasn’t listening.

“Excuse me” You said jumping off the counter “I have to go make a scene”

“It’s been a while since you kicked off so have at it kiddo” Bish laughed shaking his head.

All the guys were watching, they knew as soon as you jumped off the bar shit was going to go down and none of them would stand in your way.

The moment you got close to the skank you wrapped your fingers on her hair, yanking her head back making her cry out in pain.

“Yeah I gotta go” Riz said “yeah the Rottweiler is out to play”

“What the fuck bitch” she cried as you dragged her off Riz “you need to go back on your leash”

“Remember who the fuck you are talking to” you growled as you slammed her head against the table before lifting her head back up and slamming your fist into her nose, the sound of her nose breaking satisfyed your soul along with the blood pouring down her face. “You listen bitch and you listen good, if you ever lay a finger on my fiancée again I will do more than break your fucking nose. Understood”

“Yes” she cried as you let her go.

“Sweetheart it was supposed to be a secret” Riz laughed pulling you into a hug. “But now everyone knows let’s get this ring into the correct hand”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t going to let her get her skanky claws into what is mine” you laughed watching as he moved your ring into your left hand.

“What’s yours aye?” He smirked, raising his brow at you.

“Yes and you know it” you giggled before kissing him softly.

You felt all the eyes in the room burning into the back of your head, spinning around so your back was against Riz’ you smiled at them all.

“Since when did you pop the question?” Bish asked with a huge grin on his face.

“A couple of weeks ago now” Riz grinned “I’m just glad she said yes”

“You do know what you have got yourself in for now right?” Bish smirked.

“Urm hello I’m still here you know asshole” you laughed glaring at him.

“Oh yeah I know” Riz chuckled “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s my pain in the ass”

[strawberrywritings]

By your side

A/N: Heeelloooo I feel like I haven’t written in forever, so I’m just gonna drop this here. This idea came into my head while watching a youtube video. Please make sure to get a regular check up and stay safe! This is not a specific character, I left it blank so you can choose your fav😘🥰 Enjoy! 🍓

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, not proofread (if you find anything else, please tell me!)

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He sighed, sitting down on the couch of the clubhouse, opening a beer bottle and bringing it to his lips. His friend was sitting opposite from him, rolling a blunt. “Aren’t you going home?”, he licked the edges to close it, lighting it with a match right after. “No”. “This is the third time this week you’ve been doing overtime. You got a girl home, man, why are you staying here?”. There was a pause, which made the man’s eyes look up to find your boyfriend with his brows furrowed, his stare fixated on the now empty bottle in his hands. “I think she wants to break up with me”.

The confusion was clear on the faces of the men inside the room. They all knew you had eyes only for your Mayan, so the statement from your boyfriend came as a surprise. “Did she tell you that?”, another guy asked. “No, but-”. “Then stop!”. “But why does she avoid me? She has been working more, using every excuse to get out of the house, we haven’t had sex in a month. She didn’t say it out loud, but her actions say otherwise”. Now, the men were all silent. They didn’t know all the details of your private life, and they didn’t know what could be going on inside your head.

“Have you told her how you feel?”, one voice spoke up, making your boyfriend scoff. “She should be the one telling me what the fuck’s going on”. “I know, but communication is key, even in these situations. Go home and talk it out. If she wants to break up, it’s better not to drag this on and end it now, not lead someone on about a relationship”.

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At home, you were cleaning the house from top to bottom. You hated house chores, but you’d do anything to keep your mind busy from thinking. You were so concentrated in cleaning the windows that you zoned out, not hearing the door open and close, signaling he was home. You were made aware of his presence by putting a hand on your shoulder, making you slightly jump.

“Oh, hi”. “Hey. What are you doing?”. “I’ve cleaned the whole house today. It reminded me why we split the chores”, you chuckled, and he smiled. “Why don’t we sit down for a bit? I’ve been thinking about something”, he quipped, and you mentally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder: you face was emotionless, but you were scared as fuck.

Once in the living room, you sat next to each other on the sofa, and you were trying to keep your cool. None of you spoke, waiting for the other to do it first. Then, you took a deep breath and faced the situation. “I tried to hide it, I’m sorry. If you want to leave me, I get it, I don’t blame you. But I promise I wanted-“, you were rambling, but he stopped you, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”. “What do you mean what am I talking about. You saw it. that’s why we’re talking. You’re breaking up with me”. “Wait. Wait… - he put a hand forward, bringing it to his temple right after, to massage the skin – I thought you were breaking up with me!”. Now it was your turn to be confused, and a bit offended. You loved him, how could he think that you would break up with him?

“No. No, I’m not. Why would I?”, you asked, raising your tone just a little. “I don’t know, you tell me! I am not the one that’s been avoiding you, you know? We haven’t been intimate in almost a month. What else am I supposed to think?”, he raised his shoulders, his hands fumbling in the air as he talked. Your throat was tightening up and your eyes were getting a bit watery, your hands clenched in your lap. “You saw the papers from my latest gynecologist checkup, right?”, you asked, your voice breaking at admitting the thing that you had been keeping form him. “The gynecologist-? What the fuck?”, in his full confusion, he saw how your eyes widened and your lips parted. The room fell silent, both of you staring at each other until he sighed, his back colliding with the back of the couch as he brought his hand to his face.

“You have been avoiding me – he stared – you have been working more, going out more, and it looks like you don’t wanna be with me anymore. The sex… I hate to be that person, but it must mean something if you don’t wanna have sex with me. What’s going on? What does a gynecologist have to do with it?”. He knew you couldn’t be pregnant. You had talked about kids and decided that both of you were not ready yet, so that couldn’t be the reason why you were turning away from him. You got up without saying a word and went into the bedroom, Him hot on your heels, saying “You’re not walking away from this conversation”. Then, you reached into the drawer of the desk, taking out a few sheets of paper and handing them out to them.

He read the report, sitting down at the end of the bed and passing a hand over his face. “I’ve had problems for a few months, I didn’t want to have sex and I forced myself to do it, thinking it was going to be just a phase and I’d get back to enjoying it… I thought there was something wrong with me. I tried to blame it on the stress, on work, on not feeling well, on not being in the mood.”, you gulped, trying to make the lump in your throat go away. “Turns out, my contraception made me get the vagina of a woman in menopause: no lubrication, no libido, nothing. I got scared that you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. I’m sorry”, you whispered the last part and then you broke down in tears. He immediately hugged you, kissing your head and letting you cry, releasing all the tension that had been around you for weeks.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care about this. Fuck, when you told me you went to the gyno I thought there was something more serious going on”, he detached his body from your and gently held your face in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose. “I love you with all my heart and this thing doesn’t change what I feel for you. We can use lubricants, I can spend more time on foreplay, or we can do it when you feel like it, set the mood... I’m sorry you had to go thought this alone, I would have understood, baby”. Every few words, he dropped a kiss on your face, first your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, your lips.

Your crying had turned into sniffles as you nodded your head, “I should have told you, I’m sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, baby. – he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes locking with yours – I love you. I love you so fucking much. I thought I had lost you”, he sighed and dropped his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as his hands made their way over your body, latching his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. “Never”, you smiled at him and pressed your lips on his. “Now come on – he pulled you up from the bed, a grin on his face – let’s cook dinner and then I can take care of you. A nice massage and cuddles to make your night better, whatcha say?”, you chuckled while nodding your head, he really knew how to make you feel better.

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[imagines-for-the-unpopular]

Bad Morning

Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x f!Reader

Warnings: none

Request: this one is for @everyhowlmarksthedead​, I love you so much!!

Prompt: 29. I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least. 

Word count: 461

A/N: This is my first time writing for Riz so I hope I did him justice and didn’t turn out too OCC. Page breaker at the end made by @solari-writes-things​.  Gif is mine.

The sun peaked through the curtains and reached your eyes, stirring you from your sleep. With an annoyed grunt you tried to pull your blanket over your head, but an arm that was sneaked around waist, halted you in your movement. You didn’t know when Riz got home last night, but you were glad now he was here beside you.

You turned in his direction and scouted closer to him to buried your face in his chest as an escape from the rays of the sun. You must have awake Riz with your antics, because you could hear his soft chuckle as you finally found your place again.

“What is it you find so funny?” you asked, still annoyed that your peaceful sleep was disturbed.

“Nothing, mi amor, nothing” he answered still amused at your behavior. You didn’t see him, but you knew he was grinning at you.

“You better wipe that grin off of your face or I will do it for you” you mumbled against his chest. You were not a morning person and he knew that well.

“Okay, okay, I am all serious now” he tried to convince you, but he failed miserably. You reluctantly pulled back to look at him disapprovingly.

“Michael Ariza I can’t believe you just lied to me” you chided him with as much disappointment in your voice as you could muster at this early hour. Riz couldn’t hold back a laugh at your not so convincing evil stare.

“Sorry, sorry” he chuckled again, “but we have to leave soon…” he continued on a more serious note, but you didn’t let him finish.

“No, no, no, I am not going. I hate people. I am staying here in bed.” you exaggerated, leaning back on his chest.

“Every people? Even me?” he pouted, nudging your side.

“Eh, I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.” you answered, this time unable to hold back your smile. You looked up at him a twinkle in your eyes. “You know what? I quite like you.”

“You just like me?” he asked mockingly.

“Hm..” you contemplated “One could also call it love”

“Yeah?” he asked, while gently cupping your face. You giggled like a schoolgirl and leaned closer, your lips only a breath away.

“Yeah” as you breathed your answer, you closed the distance. Your hand got tangled in his hair as you deepened the kiss, only breaking it for air.

“Riz?” you whispered againt his lips.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I love you”

“I love you too, y/n” he whispered and his mouth was back on yours again.

As he flipped you over and hovered above you, you knew that your bad mood was long forgotten and that you won’t leave this bed for a long while.

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Serenade - Michael “Riz” Ariza

Michael “Riz” Ariza was your boyfriend of two years and your husband for three years, but the love did not run low between the two of you. However, that did not mean that you guys didn’t have your fights and this one was a big one for the two of you. This was how it all started.

You were at home cooking dinner for your husband as if it was any normal day after you got off work. It somehow felt off, as if you were going to get really mad really soon, but you didn’t know why so you didn’t pay any mind to it until you heard the door open and Riz had come in with a bloody face. When you turned around to greet him with a kiss, you saw his face and you glared at the man you loved as he smiled sheepishly.

“Bathroom. Now,” you stomped to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit to clean his face up before putting stitches in his busted lip, “I said for you to do one thing and that was not to fight. I can’t fucking believe you right now,”

“Mi amor, I’m so-” Riz started, but you cut him off, “sorry my ass! You know what, you can finish dinner and sleep on the couch. I can’t look at your face right now,” you trashed the used supplies and went to your shared room with a door slam.

Michael winced as he heard the door slam, knowing you would hate to see him like that so he thought of the best way to apologize. He went to the kitchen and turned off the stove before rushing out to get your favorite snacks and non-alcoholic drink since you never really liked to drink on work nights unless it was a bad day. When he came back, he took out ingredients to cook your favorite dish, Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken. This took almost forty-five minutes until he was ready as he dished the food before grabbing your bluetooth speaker to stand outside your shared window and started throwing small pebbles at the window.

When he saw your shadow, he started playing the song you guys shared and used for your first dance as a married couple. Like in the movies, he held up the speakers as it played out loud and you opened the window and started glaring at the man, but it slightly softened as you took a look at him with the speaker in his hand and all your favorite snacks and drinks in a bag in the other hand.

“Mi amor, lo siento. Please forgive me as I serenade you like in all those movies you make me watch. I made you your favorite food in the kitchen and I will know you forgive me if you come down in ten minutes with that dress you love so much,” Riz yelled over the speaker as you broke your facade and giggled.

“Riz, get inside! You’re going to wake the neighbors up!” You tried to start.

“Not until you forgive me and join me at the dinner table,” Riz grinned.

“Oh my, God,” you muttered as you shook your head, “yes! Fine, just get inside and I’ll be down in ten,”

Riz smiled as he went back inside and stood next to the table, waiting for you to come down and enjoy a nice night with him.

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You were quietly chilling at the clubhouse with Riz by your side, his injured leg resting on top of a small table.

His injury didn’t let him ride his motorcycle so you were basically his personal driver.

Riz was concentrated on the papers in front of him while your boredoom grew: you weren’t able to help him but you didn’t want to leave him alone either.

“Mi amor... i’m bored” You said, making him look at you.

“The guys will be back soon cariño, then we go home and cuddle the rest of the day”. He kisses your temple, his attention going back to the paper he was holding.

But that didn’t help you, so you got up and started pacing around the room, making Riz nervous.

“Can you stop? You’re making me fucking anxious” He said, making you stop and sit next to him again.

Can I braid your hair?” Your sudden question making him laugh. “Pretty please?” And he couldn’t resist those puppy eyes.

“You’re lucky I love you”. Giving him a small kiss, you sat behind him and started working on his hair.

With half of his head braided, you started doing the other side when the door opened and the Mayans walked in, holding back their laugh when they saw you and Riz.

“What’s up pretty boy? You have a personal hairdresser now?” Angel teased, Riz scolding him off but letting you finish what you were doing.

“Oh shut the fuck up” He said, making everyone laugh.

“You should add a pretty bow to that one” Crepper commented as the others laughed.

“Yeah, maybe I should bring Letty so you can do her hair too” This time was Coco who talked, making you and Riz roll your eyes.

“Don’t listen to the mi amor, you look great” You said, kissing his head when you finished the last braid.

“I better, ‘cause these shitheads won’t stop talking about this in days”. You giggled, sitting beside him and kissing his lips slowly, resting your head in his chest.

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three a.m. [ riz ariza ]

SUMMARY ─ after all his calls go straight to voicemail, riz finds himself on the steps of your front porch at three a.m. trying to find the right words to say

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, slight angst + mature language

riz cursed as he pulled the phone from his ear, the automated voicemail message rang from the small device before he snapped the phone shut and slipped it back into the pocket of his cut.

it had been the seventh time he tried to call you, and everyone had ended in sending him straight to voicemail. even trying to leave a quick voicemail proved useless, as the automated message was quick to inform him that your inbox was full.

“you good, brother?”, taza asked, his face furrowing in concern watching as riz jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand on his shoulder. “i.. don’t know. she won’t answer.” 

taza nodded, sparing a glance to bishop before he shook the man next to him slightly. “why don’t you ride ahead? if something tells you things are amiss, follow it. pres won’t be upset if you need to leave to take care of some things.” riz nodded, thanking his brother before gathering up his items and headed outside toward the bikes. 

it would be a couple of hours before he turned onto your street, paying mind to not pop the engine as others in the neighborhood would give him shit for turning up with a loud ass motorcycle in the middle of the night.

riz quickly cut the engine when he entered your driveway, snapping off his helmet before he trudged up to your front door. taking care to step gently not to trip as the porch light wasn’t on. not that he had expected it to be. his knuckles rasped against the wooden doorframe and patiently waited for you to come to the door. he hoped that he had managed to catch you during one of your late night binge watchings, but the longer he waited, the more he realized that wasn’t the case and this was a waste of time.

just as he was about to turn and head back to his bike, the porch light flickered on. he caught the curtain from your living room flutter, then the door clicking open right after. 

you opened the door slightly, eyes heavy as you yawned, pulling your cover closer around your body when the slight breeze hit your skin. “why are you on my porch at three a.m., michael?” you grumbled, watching riz fidget with himself as he tried to come up with an answer. why exactly had he shown up at your residence this late. what was he trying to accomplish by being here. “you didn’t answer my calls.” 

you scoffed, turning away from the door in search of your phone. riz stepped in quickly behind you, shutting the door and locking it back up tightly. he shrugged out of his kutte, turning just to see you down at your phone with a displeased look. “all these calls took place four hours ago. i was asleep, ariza.” you tossed your phone back onto the counter, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“i...” he trailed off, twisting at the rings on his fingers. “you what?” you questioned, moving to stand infront of him with a soft expression. he sighed, glancing down and away from your eyes that were boring into his. “just wanted to make sure you were okay. with everything that’s been going on, i...just got worried.”

“look at me.” you lifted his chin, his eyes coming to rest on your form, “i am alive and okay. i’m not hurt, or in pain. just tired cause my stupid boyfriend got his head stuck in his ass and decided to wake me up.” riz snorted, moving to place his hands just at the curve of your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles, snagging the material of your pajama bottoms.

with a deep breath, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against yours. before slowly tugging you into his embrace. you returned the embrace, your hands coming to rest at the small of his back. 

you smiled as lips sweetly pressed against your forehead, before riz stepped away. without words, you clasped his hand with yours, leading him toward your room.

riz quickly stripped himself of his boots and jeans. tossing them and his other accessories onto the bench positioned under your window. he turned, already finding you in bed before sliding under the covers himself. immediately, you moved closer to him, relishing in the warmth he provided and the beat of his heart under your head. his hand found yours once again.

there were no exchanges of ‘goodnights’ as the two of you had quickly drifted off into sleep before those words could be uttered. any words to be shared would wait til morning, when you awoke in each other’s arms. 

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11. “Congratulations, you’ve just invented a new level of stupid.” & 33. “Make that sound again.”

“What are you doing?” You spoke as you walked into your living room to find your husband lying on the floor. Honestly, at this point, you never knew what you would be walking into when it came to him.

Riz peered up at you slightly, “Why do you want to know?”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness, “Because I’d like to know what the hell I’m walking into. How is it that whenever I come home you somehow have found another way of making me question your sanity?”

“I’m special?” He sheepishly replied.

You scoffed,  “Congratulations, you’ve just invented a new level of stupid.”

“Yeah, but you love me.” He grinned. You didn’t reply as you walked over to him and sat in his lap. His body tensed slightly before relaxing, placing his hands on your hips. He didn’t know know how to explain it but you always made him feel good. He pressed you closer to his body before you moaned faintly.

“Make that sound again.” He groaned.

You smirked, “Make me.”

Michael growled lightly, “You and I both know I don’t have to do much to turn you on in every way.”

“You want to test that?”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Give Me A Chance - EZ Reyes x Reader (feat: Michael 'Riz' Ariza)

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It was the briefest touch, a brush of fingertips across his when you handed him his beer and EZ was hooked. He didn’t know what it was at first. He’s felt love before, he thinks he had it with Emily but this thing with you, it’s different. It’s fathomless and deep, a compulsion he can’t seem to stop himself giving into, which is why he ends up at this bar night after night, talking shit with you in the quiet moments.

He watches out for you in the loud ones, when the game is on TV and your patrons are getting a little too rowdy, when two drunks knock into each other and cause a fight, when someone gets a little too handsy. He makes his presence known, sometimes all it takes is a glower before things begin to settle again. You don’t ask for it, you don’t need a knight in shining armour, at least that’s what you tell him, but you appreciate it none the less.

EZ’s read enough books to know what he’s feeling, to recognise the emotions that raise up inside of him whenever he’s in your presence. That surge of protectiveness when another man enters your personal space, the tenderness when you look at him with that smile on your face, the one that makes him feel like he’s the only one in the fucking room.

Once more he finds himself captivated by your motions as he perches on a stool at the bar beside Riz. There’s an elegance to your movements, a rhythm that he can’t hear. You move like a dancer; with a fluidity and grace he could never hope to accomplish. He wonders if that translates into your more intimate moments, if your thighs will fit as perfectly as he imagines above his hips, if your back bows, arching upwards as you come, taking him deeper. The thought of it makes his body flush with heat and his cock harden against the seam of his jeans. He’s thought about a thousand nights with you, about his hands running through your hair, the swell of your curves against him as he kisses you until you’re breathless. He wants to stare into those alluring eyes of yours as he loves you with slow languid touches that have his name rolling from your lips.

“Ezekiel…”

You tilt your head as you say his name, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention and suddenly he’s brought back to the moment.

A busy bar on a Friday night, Riz’s girl up on stage, singing a song about how falling in love isn’t really about falling at all, it’s about finding that missing piece of yourself inside someone else. There’s an honesty in the words, one he feels resonating as he looks at you.

“Ezekiel.” You say again, tapping the back of his hand with your fingertips. It’s like a jolt of electricity underneath the surface of his skin, he wants to know if you feel it too. He almost asks you before he realises, he’s missed what you’ve just said to him. “I know you’re working some beautiful mind shit up in there but you still have to pay for your drink, just like everyone else.”

It takes a second for your words to filter through to his brain. When they do his cheeks flush because he’s been so fucking captivated by you that he hasn’t realised, his wallet is still sitting in his back pocket.

“Shit sorry.” His arm jerks, colliding with his beer glass, spilling the contents of it across the bar. Riz yelps as it soaks his elbow, twisting in his seat to assess the damage. “Fuck.”

You laugh off the spillage, snatching up a cloth from under the counter before wiping up the mess. Christ, even your laugh does something to him. It sets something alight inside of him, there’s a glimmer of joy in his chest and he finds himself grinning like a fucking idiot as he clutches his wallet in his hand.

“That one is going on your tab.” You tell him, holding up the empty glass to show him. “You still drinking what’s on tap?”

He nods his agreement before you turn your back to him. You’re wearing a black sheer shirt tonight with a high collar, he can see the etchings of floral tattoo creeping up your lower back and disappearing under the black vest top you are wearing underneath. He thinks about tracing it with his fingertips as you lay amongst his sheets, his lips trailing over each of the delicate petals.

“Jesus.” Riz utters taking his wallet from his grasp and removing one of the bills. “It’s like you and Angel aren’t even related.”

He removes a pen from inside his kutte and scribbles something along the outside of the bill. You’re already putting the fresh glass of beer down on the bar when Riz pushes the bill towards you, tapping the writing lightly with his finger.

“His phone number.” Riz tells you, jerking his head towards EZ. “In case the two of you decide you want to get together outside this place.”

You hold up the bill for a minute, examining it before sliding it across to EZ. “Is that a 9 or an 8?”

He leans in close, analysing the digits that Riz has scrawled block capitals on the note. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, a hint of jasmine and something that reminds him of spring. He’s never been great at differentiating; eidetic memory only works on a visual level, but he thinks he’ll remember that fragrance for the rest of his life.

“It’s an 8.” He finds himself saying.

You sigh and it feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest because he reads it as a rejection. He can feel himself withdrawing, he’s misread the situation clearly. He’s new to this, getting out of prison has fucked with his social skills, he’s pretty good with most situations but when it comes to romance, the only person he’s been with was Emily and that was almost a decade ago. He’s rusty at best.

Your hand comes to rest on his, thumb trailing over the scar on the back of his hand from a cut he’d gotten at the scrapyard in his first week working there.

“I like you.” You tell him truthfully, turning over his hand so you could follow the raised path of the scar. He inhales at the sensation of your fingertip caressing his palm. “I think you’re smart, funny and I think you have a kind heart…”

“But?” he questions.

“This bar takes up a lot of my time and a lot of my patience.” You tell him, your lips pursing together grimly. “The hours aren’t sociable; a lot of people think they can handle that…”

“…until they can’t.” He finishes for you. “You’ve been burned before.”

“Pretty much.” You summarise before meeting his gaze. “And I don’t do hook ups so that leaves with me pretty much with zero romantic prospects. I don’t have anything to give you to make this worth your while.”

Fuck those words hurt him. The fact you sound so listless, that you perceive your value to be based on what you can give other people. He wants to know who the fuck did that to you, who made you feel like you were worthless, like you have nothing to offer.

He entwines your fingers with his own before raising them to his mouth. His heated breath ghosts across your knuckles before his lips brush over the back of your hand, his umber eyes fixed on yours.

“I can handle it.” He tells you resolutely. “And you don’t have to give me anything. You finish up here and want to grab breakfast, I’m game. You wanna hangout somewhere and watch the sunrise, that works for me. You know what I do, you know my job isn’t linear. We’ll figure shit out, work around each other.”

“EZ…” You begin but he cuts you off.

“Just give me a chance.” He asks you, there’s a yearning in his voice, one that strikes a chord in your heart, because you want this with him. You want lazy mornings in the flat upstairs, him in your bed your fingertips ghosting over the shape of his tattoos as he sleeps. You want to see the sunrise from the water tower, the glow of it bathing the town in light with his arm slung around your shoulder. “Just give me one chance to prove I’m not like the others.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, you can see the honesty in his gaze, the resolution. He’d dedicated to this, dedicated to you and you want it to work so badly that you feel your resolve crack.

“Ok.” You tell him, covering his hand with both of your own. “Let’s get breakfast together.”

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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.

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Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well behind every successful man."

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

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

"I am a psychologist."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Tesoro, long time no see."

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

"I missed talking to you."

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

"You wanna get a drink?"

You nodded, "I'd like that." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "you just did but sure." 

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

You sighed, "Coco never said anything?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You good?"

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

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

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

You thumped his chest, "grow up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, "wow, handsome and capable."

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

"Oh shut up Emmanuel."

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

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

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

"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm very observant."

Angel shook his head, "not observant enough."

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

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

"You don't drink?"

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

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

You sighed, "yeah, it does." 

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

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

You nodded, "yep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manny nodded, "yep, you wanna help?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's got you all happy?"

Manny had been smiling all morning, "nothing."

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

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

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

Bishop's eyebrows wrinkled, "what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angel snorted, "if you say so Bish."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You leaned in, "tell me more."

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

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

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

You gasped, "no, what happened?"

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

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

Coco smiled, "Chucky."

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

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

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

You blinked, "CMD miss."

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

He shrugged, "I am healing."

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

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

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

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

Manny shook his head, "no one does."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got some balls, you know that?"

You smiled, "I try Creep."

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

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

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

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

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

Hank nodded, "we can do that."

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

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

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

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

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

"Fancy seeing your here."

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

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

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

Felipe smiled, "what a ringing endorsement."

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

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

You shook your head, "what about you?"

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

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

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

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

He shook his head, "stop teasing me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You mirrored his smile, "no?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed, "oh, I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hell yeah."

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

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

Manny sighed, "not what I agreed to."

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

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

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

"Dude, you right?"

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

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

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

"Hey."

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

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

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

"You look like shit."

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "just water please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, "you said it, not me." 

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

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

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

"ppppppp...pp." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, "my car's fucked."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

EZ snorted, "they might."

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

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

"How are the cats?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angel huffed, "does that happen often?"

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

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

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

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

You smiled, "he does really suck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were nods all around, "easy peasy." 

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

Angel smiled, "so did we."

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

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

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

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

"Not a word bro." 

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Listen To Your Heart

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Requested by anon // hi! i saw your requests were open and i couldn't stop thinking about one of the prompts on that list. if it's okay, would you write something for Riz with prompt 15 “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.” it gave me sad/angsty vibes, sort of frustrated mixed signal/break-up vibes, though that doesn't have to be what you write (if you do write for it.) ty, have a great day <3

Prompt: “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

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The words of your grandfather rang through your mind as you got lost in thought whilst cleaning the bar.

“No matter what happens always follow your heart”

Normally that life motto worked and you were happy for the most part but when your brain decides to show up and throw a spanner on the works it leaves you with a big internal battle of head or heart. And there was only one reason you were having this battle, because of one man.

The moment you started working for the Mayans your interest was drawn to one man. Riz. The two of you had spent the last couple of years flirting, many drunk make out sessions and a couple of one night stands. But you wanted more, even though you knew his reputation and he was older than you.

You knew it would end in heartbreak, it didn’t help the major mixed signals he was throwing your way. Some days he would be all over you and not even an hour later he was as cold as ice and had one of the girls all over him.

“Little lady” Chucky said standing next to you as you furiously cleaned one part of the bar.

If anyone else called you little lady you would have decked them only Chucky was allowed to call you that and had since the day you walked into the club.

“What?” You said looking over to the person you saw as your best friend.

“Just talk to him” he nodded taking the tag from your hands. “I think you will be surprised in the outcome”

“No I won’t be surprised Chucky, I know this will end it heartbreak and I’m not willing to give a man that power. Not again” you sighed grabbing a cold beer from the fridge.

“Fine if you won’t I will” he smiled before disappearing before you could even say his name.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you watched Chucky pull Riz aside, both looking over at you every so often. Until Riz started to make his way over, you had no idea if Chucky had just spilled all your secrets and all you wanted to do was make a run for it. You didn’t want to deal with this. So that’s what you did, you jumped over the bar and bolted outside.

“I just want to talk” Riz said appearing behind you “why did you run?”

“Because maybe I don’t want to talk” you huffed leaning against the wooden railing on the porch.

“I don’t understand” he said “what have I done?”

“You really want me to go into that” you laughed as you lit your cigarette. “We’d be here for hours but let’s just say that you are messing with my fucking head, one minute you only want me and the next I’m tossed to the curb like a piece off trash”

“I’m sorry”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore Riz” you glared, “sorry doesn’t stop the internal battle I’m facing, sorry doesn’t help the jealousy I feel when your hands are all over some other bird. But for some reason my heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“Listen to your heart Y/N” he pleaded, his gaze softening as he realised what you were saying.

“What do I get my heart broken in the process?” You questioned as you pushed yourself off the railing, pushing past him “yeah I don’t think so”

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To talk to Bish to see if I can get some time off” you said with no emotion in your voice, you needed a bit of distance and knew the perfect place, you needed a visit to your grandads. “I need some time away from this place”

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HI, LOVIE ❤✨ I really love your writings and I saw you were asking for requests, and I screamed in spanish. Okay, I would love to read prompts 98 and 103 with my lovely Riz Ariza (but if you don't feel like you could write it, it would be with any Mayan, because it's a good combination, I think 😂). Anyway, thank you so much, you are amazing 😍✨

A/N: I absolutely can, welcome mr Ariza to the blog!🎉 Sorry it took me a while, but I wanted this to be perfect🙈 Espero que te guste🍓 xx

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“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”, “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

Your friend had convinced you to go on a double date with her ad her boyfriend, and a friend of his. You made an effort to dress cute, even if you didn’t have much hope about the whole thing: every time someone had convinced you to go on a blind date, it turned out to be a disaster. “Just, please, no shit tonight. Try and enjoy it, yeah?”, she told you, once you two got there. “Yeah, sure”, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. It already felt like a waste of time.

When her boyfriend did show up with his friends, you weren’t disappointed; he was tall, tattooed, handsome and he definitely had charm, but things were a bit awkward at first. You were all eating at the same table, but your friend and her boyfriend were having their own conversation, while you and Riz just side-eyed each other. Then, he mumbled something, but you couldn’t hear it over the noise of the place and the couple next to you talking.

“What?”, you asked, leaning in to hear him better. “I said – he looked at you, a smile on his face – it’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling”, he pointed at them and you both started chuckling, making the tension go away. You and him talked for the rest of the night, and when it was time to leave, you really didn’t want to.

“Do you have a ride?”, he asked you, climbing on his bike as you looked at your friend, who was all heart-eyes with her boyfriend. “It’s alright, I’ll just get an uber”, you smiled, pulling out your phone, but he shut you down. “No way, me and my bike can bring you home… if you wanna go home, that is”, he smiled, handing you the helmet as you took it with a grin on your face. “What are you thinking about, mister?”. “Just a ride around town, and then I’ll bring you home. Wanna go?”, he smiled, and with that smile you couldn’t say no to him. Agreeing, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle. “Hold on, mami”, the pet name fell from his lips so effortlessly, it clouded your mind for a second.

You rode for 10minutes, until he spotted a house with a big pool outside, and he pulled over. “What are you doing?”, you asked, confusion clear in your voice. “Fancy a swim?”, he smiled, turning towards you and helping you off the bike. You laughed, shaking your head but following him anyways. In a matter of minutes, you were drenched, the make up was now smeared and his hair was wet and pulled back. “Just remember – you said – if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English”, you chuckled and splashed him a few times. “Yes ma’am”, he laughed, and grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him.

It was just after your laughs died down that you realized how close your faces were, his eyes glancing at your lips before looking into yours again. None of you spoke, but your heads were slowly getting closer and closer, almost unintentionally, like gravity was pulling you together. The barking of a dog ruined the moment and made you snap out of it, scrambling to get out of the pool and back to the bike. He drove you home, just like he promised, and you laughed when you got your feet back on the ground. “Well, that was fun”, you stated, smiling at him as he adjusted his hair by raking a hand through it. “Yeah, it was. – there was a pause – I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you”, he said. Your breath hitched in your throat but you managed to nod, “Yeah, I’d like that, too”. You exchanged numbers and he got up, coming to stand right in front of you; putting a hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, he stroked the skin of your cheekbone with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?”, he whispered, leaning in but still giving you enough room to pull away if you wanted to say no. Nodding again, you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. You made out for a while, panting slightly when you pulled away. “I guess I’ll see ya”, he said, giving you another quick peck on the lips, then your forehead. “I guess”, you answered, a permanent smile on your face. He blew you one last kiss before speeding away on his bike.

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Request #2 (this is gonna be super fluffy, I know) with my husband ❤✨

kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches

You hated when your husband fought in the ring with one of the guys, you were worried for him. He thought you just overexagerated it and he was amused by your concern. He couldn't lie, he enjoyed how much you cared.

After his fights you always patched him with the utmost care.

"Auch" he squealed as you dabbled a wad against a cut above his left eyebrow.

"Shhh..." you soothed him, continuing to clean his injury "You are whining like a fucking niño" you teased him, which immediately earned a chuckle from him. You stepped back, reaching for a bandage so you could dress it, avoiding infection.

Riz caught your hand, and looked at you with his usual half smile, already making your heart flutter.

"I only act like a niño with you, querida" he said pulling you closer.

"Oh yeah, with others you are a big, bad biker" you bantered, your smile never living your lips "I am honored, mi amor" you leaned down to peck him on the lips, then you straightened up "But I have to take care of this cut first"

"Mhh..." he hummed "you know what could help it heal?" He asked all too seriously. You where this was going to.

"What could that be?" You feigned you are clueless, but you couldn't stop your grin spreading on your lips.

"A kiss" he smiled at you, already knowing he won.

You softly cupped his face and breathed a tender kiss just above his eyebrow. Then to his cheek, then a bit lower and you peppered him in kisses until your reached his lips. You captured his lips in a feverish kiss. The cuts and bruises long forgotten.