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Flirtatious || David “Deacon” Kay

David "Deacon" Kay x Street!Reader, Jim Street x Sister!Reader

Summary: Jim's little sister visits and turns the life of a special Sergeant upside down.

Warnings: English is not my mothertounge. GIF isn’t mine, credit to owner.

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For Deacon it was a normal day. At least what he could call normal since Annie left him. They tried as good as possible to make everything as easy as they could for the kids and they were as understanding as children could be. He stayed at the house with the kids while Annie went to her sister, who lived just down the street. It was Annie's wish. So in the morning, Deacon got up and ready, made breakfast and got the kids up for school. Annie would pick them up after. That was their routine since almost a year now. Once he got to work everything was as usual and normal as his day at work could be. Until she arrived.

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With your travel bag over your shoulder and your favorite hot drink in your hand you slowly left the airport and headed towards the cabs. You missed LA. The burning heat in summer, the beach, and the waves and maybe even your younger brother. But if there was one thing about LA you didn’t miss it was traffic. You sighed when the driver had to stop yet again. "The traffic, huh?" He sighed. "Gonna be the death of me one day." You gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Well I surely didn't miss it." He laughed. Whole heartedly laughed. A big grin grew on your face. He was mid-fifties, no hair on his head but a full grayish beard in his face. "Vacation was that good?" You shook your head slightly as he stopped the car in front of the big compound. "No vacation. Lived out of city for some time but I'm coming back now." You paid him and gave him a soft smile with a quick thank you before leaving the cab and heading towards the entrance.

You knew these people were thorough but having to go through a complete body and back check that was worse than the one on the airport was something you didn’t expect. Another thing you didn’t expect was being escorted to your younger brother by some big muscular looking dude. "Sorry to interrupt Lieutenant, Commander. Street you've got a visitor." The guy stepped aside and gave you a chance to investigate the big room where some people were standing around a big table. "Y/N/N? No way!" Jim sprinted towards you and you opened your arms wide for him to hug you tight. He kissed the side of your head while picking you up slightly. "God I've missed you! You didn’t tell me you were back!" You chuckled when he let you down and gave him a big grin. "Well, surprise?" You shrugged before looking at his colleagues, all staring at the pair of you. "If you are busy now, I can come back later. Just wanted to see my little brother first thing." He rolled his eyes at you but then turned his head to the lieutenant, who gave him a nod. "It's alright. You wanna meet the team?" Now your heartbeat increased a bit. Meeting new people always made you nervous. You gave him a nod and dried your hands from the little film of sweat forming on it.

"So that's Lieutenant Lynch and Commander Hicks, my bosses. Sergeant Daniel Harrelson or Hondo, as we call him. Officers Dominic Luca, Chris Alonso, and Victor Tan. And lastly Sergeant David, or Deacon, Kay." You gave every single one of them a small smile while being introduced. Jim had his hand reassuringly on your back in between your shoulder blades. "It's nice to finally get to know the lot of you. Jim talks about you nonstop. I'm Y/N." The girl in the group, Chris, gave you a comforting smile. "Street talks about you all the time, too. He said you studied medicine?" You looked at Jim and raised an eyebrow. "Street, huh?" He just scoffed. "Yeah, I finished 4 weeks ago, now I'm just waiting to start practicing." Jim removed his hand from your back and gave your shoulder a short squeeze. The other Sergeant, Deacon had his arms crossed before his chest and gave you a soft smile when you locked eyes. "I'm sure you'll get a job soon." His voice made you shiver a bit, like an electroshock. "Thank you." You smiled softly and looked down. You needed to break the eye contact, otherwise you would have melted right away.

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It had been some time since you came back and you and Jim had been spending more time together than ever. He had allowed you to stay with him and Luca at the house till you found a place for yourself and till you got a job. Since they were close as a team, they often spend time with each other, so obviously Jim dragged you along. You stepped out of the hospital your application file clutched to your chest as a big smile grew on your face. You tried to control the outburst of happiness that grew in your chest but failed miserably as you let out a little laugh. You had to talk to Jim. You needed to tell him. Since you were a little child and Jimmy and you had been sitting up all night, in the foster care bedroom, talking about your dreams and plans. His had been the police, the swat and your dream had always been working in a hospital. You got into your car an old Toyota you bought and drove to the swat compound. By now they all knew you but that didn’t stop the body and purse check by the entrance. As always, an officer escorted you to your younger brothers’ team. "Y/N" Hondo greeted you and gave you a brief hug. Deacon looked up from the computer he was working at and gave you a big smile. "Street isn't here and I have somewhere to be but I'm sure Deacon will keep you company till Street is back." With that he left and you turned around, your body still bubbling with happiness. You sat down on one of the chairs, not wanting to disturb Deacon who seemed to be working on something but your body was filled with so much energy that you got up right away. Deacon looked at you and stopped what he was doing. "What's got you all excited?" He asked and gave you a warm smile. A smile that could literally melt anyone. "Okay I really wanted to wait until Jim is back but I really need to tell someone." You took two energetic steps towards him, hands shaking from all the happiness. "The hospital I applied with gave me the job." You blurted out, stumbling over your words. Even if Deacon didn’t know the long backstory of you wanting to help people, be there for them at their worst and be there for them to get better, he could feel the importance of your statement. "Congratulations. That's awesome, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a hug, which you happily accepted. "Thank you. I've been working so hard for this; you don’t even know." You whispered and let go of him. You were still shaking and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling so wide. You whipped over your face and as you lowered your hands you took yours in his. They were warm and rough, sending small electroshocks through your whole body. "You are shaking." He stated, applying a little pressure on your palms, trying to calm you. "I'm just so excited and happy about it. It's... I've always dreamt of this." You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around Jim walked in. You slowly slipped your hands out of his, the warmth leaving you. "Jimmy!" You hugged him tightly and your happiness and excitement started to bubble up again, pushing aside the weird feeling the situation with Deacon gave you. Right now, the only important thing was telling Jim about your day.

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You were currently siting on the sofa while Jim and Luca were playing a game. Hondo was leaning against the counter sitting on his beer while talking to Chis and Tan. They were fun to be around and great to talk to. "Got you another one since yours was empty." Deacon handed you another bottle and plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. "Thank you" you grinned while pulling your legs to your chest. Since the situation a couple of days ago you and Deacon haven’t spoken to each other but even right now only hearing his voice felt like pure electricity in your veins. A weird feeling you had never felt. "You are so quiet today, everything okay?" He nudged your side with his elbow and you looked up at him. With a small nod and smile you put the bottle to your lips. "I think..." your little brother slurred, putting an arm over Lucas shoulder who just won again, "I think that we should take a picture. To remember this glorious day and Luca winning against me." A small laughter escaped your lips when you jumped up, always ready to keep memories as a picture. You reached out to Deacon, waiting for him to take your hand while the others already formed to a small bundle. Chris put up her phone with timer and when Deacon grabbed your hand and let you pull him up, Chris pushed the button, only leaving enough time for you and Deacon to stumble into the picture. It was only after the flash went off and the picture was taken that you realized the hand on your hip and the other one still in your hand. While the others fussed about seeing the picture you just stood there for a second before Deacon quickly pulled away both hands, winking at you when he left you all flustered. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your veins or the simple fact that the warmth you had from having him next to you was gone, but something inside you screamed for his presence.

It was getting late, Hondo and Chris already left and you were just bringing Tan outside to his cab while Luca, Jim and Deacon were having a conversation about being in the swat. "It was really nice; we have to do that again sometime." Tan laughed while getting in the cab. You gave him a small smile and wave when the cab left. The fresh night air was soft and nice against your skin. The sky was full of stars. You sat down on the bench in the garden, taking a deep breath in, eyes closed. "Here you are" Deacon walked toward you, hands in pockets. He had a small smile playing on his lips. You simply had to smile back. "It’s so pretty out here" You stated, smiling up at the sky. "Yeah it is." He said. When you looked at him, he was looking at you. You felt something warm around your heart. For a brief second you held his eye contact, before looking at your hands. "Well that was cheesy." You muttered and he chuckled quietly. "But true." He was whispering so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. For a moment everything was quiet. He softly grabbed your hand. "You should go back inside. I just got a cab and Street and Luca are going to sleep soon." You let him pull you up, till you were standing so close you could feel his body heat and you could swear that if you would have breathed just a bit quieter you would have actually been able to hear his heart beat. “Spending time with you guys has really been awesome. I understand why Jim loves you all so much.” With a smile on his lips he hummed. He was still holding your hand in his but you didn’t bother to take it away. It felt good. Familiar. Deacon stopped right in front of the door. With a questioning look you stopped as well, your eyes on him as you waited for an explanation for his stop. With a soft smile he stared back at you. “Maybe we could spend some time together. Just the two of us?” You were confused and raised an eyebrow. “I am asking you to go on a date with me, Y/N. If you want to?” The confused look on your face changed to a soft smile which turned to a grin. The warm feeling in your stomach grew. “Yes, Deacon. Id like that very much.”

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Marked by the Gods

A/N: I liked this request, maybe a way too much. Enjoy! 🖤

Gif belongs to: @wildling-heart.

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader.

Requested by anonymous: Could you please do #18 “I came to say goodbye” for Vikings? Where the reader  eyes are two different colors and doesn’t fit in until Ivar makes her feel accepted. Smut and fluff, maybe?

Warnings: Bullying, stupid kids, stupid adults. Mentions of murder and violence. Smut. Fluff.

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Family pt 1 || Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Y/N and her little brother meet Daryl and Rick.

Warnings: none except for language? English is not my mothertounge

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"Ty I need you to climb up there and be super duper quiet, can you do that for me?" The y/h/c haired boy in front of you gave you a small nod. You looked around quickly, checking again for any walkers near you. Lifting him up you made sure that he was high enough. High enough to be out of sight of any walkers or people. You couldn't risk him getting seen. "Okay, Ty. Stay there. If anything happens, you yell for me, alright? Other than that stay up there and be quiet." Again he nodded. You gave him a small grin, before heading off. Quietly you made your way through the trees, putting one foot before the other, your bow and arrow raised high, when you heard a noise. A deer. It couldnt be too far away. Slowly you followed the prints on the ground, the bow in your arm ready. Never have you been happier that your dad was obsessed with the end of the world. He taught you everything. You were standing behind a tree and walked around it. There she was standing in the middle of a clearing eating grass. You pointed your bow and arrow at the deer, pulling the string back. Deep breath in and...

"Sophia!" The deer looked up and ran away. "Son of a bitch!" You muttered and tried to shoot your arrow to still hit the deer but it was gone. Rustling behind you made you turn and face two men. "Idiots! 'Cause of you my dinner ran!" One men was wearing a sherrifs uniform, the other one a plain tank top and some pants. They looked at you with surprise, your bow and arrow pointed at them. "Maybe try an' hold tha bow righ' for a start." The one in the tank said and you raised an eyebrow. He had a crossbow, easier than bow and arrow so what's he to judge? "Shut up, dumbass. You have to be nuts to sream some name through the whole forest. Tryna get yourselfs killed?" You lowered you bow and looked at them through squinted eyes. Turning on your heel you tried to make your way back to Tyler. "You all alone out here?" You looked at the sheriff over your shoulder. "Nah, cant you see, sheriff? Got plenty of company."

He followed you. Weirdly enough it didnt make you feel uneasy. At no point either one of them raised their weapons against you. "You gonna buy me dinner now, or why you following me, huh?" He laughed. "No. I'd like to ask you somethin'" You stopped, looked up the tree and to Tyler. "Its okay, you can come down." Both of them looked up. "So what did you want to ask?" You eyes were still on Tyler, making sure he doesnt fall down the tree. He was a good climber, always has been since the day he started to walk. When he jumped from the last branch you catched him. "You seen a little girl?" The one with the crossbow looked at you, eyebrow raised. You sat Tyler on the ground, kneeled down and got a bottle of water out of your backpack. You shook your head as you handed it to your brother. "Cant say I have." Tyler gave you the bottle back and smiled at you. "Have you got one? I am hungry." Shaking your head you searched in you backpack. "Sorry, buddy. Couldnt get a deer. But you want that?" You held out a granola bar. He nodded and took it with a smile. "Just the two of you, huh?" You looked at the sheriff. Giving him a small nod you put your backpack on again. "I am Rick. That's Daryl. You are?" Tyler raised his arms at you and yawned. He was tired. You were too, you hadnt slept in days. Lifting him up he clung to your front like a koala. "Y/N. An' the little koala bear is Tyler." Daryl looked at you. "Dangerous to be out on ya own." You nodded. "Well what am I suppos'd to do? Get me sum walkers as company?" Tyler put his head in the crook of your neck. At least someone can sleep. "You ain't got a group?"

"Doesnt look like it. Only the two of us at this point." Daryl and Rick looked at each other till Daryl nodded. "You could join us. We're a big group. Something like 10 people or so. Got other kids there as well. My sons one of them." You were surprised. Not only that they asked you to join but also that they were that many people left and near you. "I...I dont wanna cause any trouble." Daryl shook his head. "Cant leave you outta here with a kid. You a kid yourself." Your mouth opened and closed again. He was right. Atleast about Ty, you couldnt stay in the forest with a five year old. Not on your own.

You followed them back to the highway, Tyler still clung to your front. It wasn't a long walk, about 5 miles maybe, but having a 5 year old that weighs 18 kilograms on your front and a backpack on your back made things more difficult. You stopped next to a tree, trying to catch your breath. "You a'right?" Darly asked and you looked at him. "Having 'bout 25 kilograms to your torso and walking a steady pace is a bit difficult. Specially cause he feels 2 times heavier when he's sleepin'" He tilted his head. Rick stepped forward and put his arms toward you. "I'll take him for the last couple miles." You nodded and let him take Tyler from you. He immediately clung to Rick and you laughed. "Like I said he's a little koala." You took your bow off your shoulder and one of the arrows out of the side of your backpack, putting it to the string. Rick started to walk in front of you and you followed. "Need ta keep ya elbow lower, makes your shot cleaner." Darly muttered beside you and you side eyed him, lowering you elbow slightly. "Who taught you?" He asked and you turned your head to him. "My dad."

"Did you find her?" A woman with short, grey hair ran towards you, looking at Darly with big eyes. Rick put Tyler on the ground and he walked to you, hiding behind your leg. Daryl shook his head and the woman started sobbing and another one with long brown hair stroked her back. "We will find her tomorrow." Then she looked at you. "Who's that?" You smiled at her. "Hi. I am Y/N, that's my little brother Tyler." Everyone was looking at you now. She smiled but looked st Rick. "Couldn't leave her out in the woods alone with that kid." He shrugged and she looked at you again. "I'm Lori. How old are you?" Daryl was talking to the gray haired woman and Rick to an older man. "He's....he's five. I am nineteen." She introduced you to everyone else. They were nice and welcoming, gave you food and told you about themselves. You sat by the fire, knees pulled to your chest when Rick sat next to you, Daryl standing behind him. "How you feeling?" You stretched out your legs and looked at him. "Havent been around this many people in months. I have food, water, a fire right infront of me and I dont have to look around every second to make sure there ain't one of this things, so pretty good i guess?" You smile and he nods. "I have to ask you some questions, is that alright?" Now you nodded. "You have family except for Tyler?" You took a deep breath. "Another brother and my fathers somewhere out there, but they not together. My father left once all this shit started and Jack is 15 years old and somewhere out there, I lost them." Rick nodded. "Wait, them?" Daryl asked and you looked up. "Yeah. After my father left we...we were 4. Jack, Ty, my ex-boyfriend and me. Ty and I lost them when a group of walkers chased us." Rick put a hand on your shoulder and smiled. "Is Jack dead?" Shocked you turned to Tyler who was sitting next to you. "No, Ty. You know Jack. He's strong, he'll be fine." Tyler gave you a small smile and leaned into you. "I'll go and help Shane look out." Rick got up and left you alone with Daryl and Tyler. "Do you think we will see him again?" Ty muttered and you took a deep breath. "Hey, ya kno' what? My brothers out there too an' ya kno' what they'll be a'right." Tyler looked at him. "Do you think?" Daryl nodded and looked at you. You kissed Tyler's head and ruffled it softly. "Thank you, Daryl."

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Wife // Rio

Summary: Beth and the girls find out that Rio has a Wife.

Warnings: none I think ?

A/N: just an imagine, I hope you like it :)

"Okay, look. I saw him walk in there a couple hours ago and he hasn't come out yet." Beth said and looked at Annie and Ruby. She was confident about her plan but you could see that they weren't. Annie and Ruby were scared. "Its all save okay? None of his bodyguards or gang members or what ever are in there and he is alone." Beth tried to spread her confidence among the group. "What if he isn't?" Annie gulped and turned her head towards Ruby. She raised her eyebrows and exhaled. Beth's plan was good but not perfect. About two weeks ago Rio had cut them some of their percentages which none of them liked. But when Beth told then their plan they agreed before even thinking about it.

"We will just follow him home, to his safe place. He would be alone. One against three, he couldn't harm us. And then, when we have him at gunpoint we can tell him to give us our percentages back, otherwise we shoot him." Beth explained her whole plan with a wide grin on her face, placing a gun on the table. "Kill him? Do we really kill him?" Annie exclaimed and stared at the gun. Ruby just shifted in her seat and shook her head. "No. No ofcourse not. We just....pressure him a bit." Annie nodded. "Okay I am in." Now Ruby nodded.

They thought their plan was bulletproof. They slowly walked up to the house. It was beautiful. They knew that Rio had the money for it. They also knew that they didnt know what was inside but Beth only saw him inside, no one else. Beth tried to open up the backdoor and surprisingly, it opened. Ruby shook her head. "He's a gang leader and doesn't lock his backdoor?" She whispered and Beth shrugged.

You were just stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around your torso when a small knock at the door made you open it. "Hey mama." A big smile grew on your face when your husband stepped through the door and wrapped his armes around you. "Princesa's asleep." He muffled into your damp her, pressing soft kisses on your neck. You smiled. You two met three years ago when Marcus was five years old, you being one of his teachers. He was everything you ever wanted. A year ago, just after you found out that you were pregnant the two of you got married. Now you lived in a beautiful house with him, Marcus and you baby girl. "Imma get dressed and cook us something before Rhea brings Marcus over." You whispered, rubbing your hands slowly over his back. He pulled you a bit closer, wrapping one arm around your waist and using the other one to push some hair out of your face. "I'm gonna shower, yeah? When Marcus is here we eat and watch a movie together." He said and pressed his lips on yours. You smiled in the kiss and put a hand on his cheek. "Well then you better hurry, it's almost seven. Rhea will be here is 30 minutes." He grinned and pecked your lips once more before you left the bathroom to get dressed in your bedroom.

You put on some black sweats and a white crop top before going to the kitchen and starting to cook some food, while dancing to your favourite music. A small click made you turn around, expecting to see Christopher standing in your kitchen. Your eyebrows raised when you saw three women infront of you. "I thought you said he was alone?" One of them said to the other. You took a step back, grabbing a knife next to you. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my fucking kitchen?" You almost yelled but tried to keep your voice down because of your baby sleeping. "Where is Rio?" The red haired woman asked, not impressed by the knife in your hand. "Who?" You asked, genuinely confused. Your heart beat increased and your hands started to shake. Ofcourse you knew who they were talking about but what did these women want from him. "Do you mean Christopher? My...my husband?" Now they were confused. Their eyebrows were pulled together and you started to step towards the bathroom very slowly. "I can get him if you want?" You asked and the blonde girl nodded. "No. Just call him from here. Dont move!" The red haired woman pulled out a gun. You inhaled sharply, holding onto the counter. You nodded. "Christopher? Babe, can you come here? Please?" You yelled and the bathroom door opened. He was just wearing sweats, holding his shirt in his hands and walking towards you, eyes on the shirt. "What, Mama? Did you burn your finger?" He chuckled and looked up, stopping in his tracks when he saw you grabbing the counter and looked in the direction you were staring. "Oh my god." He whipped his hand over his face and put his shirt on. "You alright, mi corazón?" You nodded while he turned around. "What the hell do you think you are doing, Elizabeth?" The red head looked at him. She chuckled and pointed the gun at you. "We want our percentages back, Christopher." She said his name in a provocative way, raising her eyebrows. "Put that gun down and we can talk." He was trying to stay calm, you could see it. He walked over to you, kissing your head and pushing you behind him. "What do you think you are doing? If you kill me, you ain't getting nothing." He snorted and you held onto the back of his shirt. A small cry made you flinch. Not now, please. "Didnt think someone like you would have a family." She kept provoking him. "That someone would love you." The heat radiating from his body was hot and thick and you could feel your own anger rise. "You think you are different than him? Who is holding who at gunpoint?" You almost yelled at her. This was your house, your home and she had the audacity to talk to him like that. Christopher chuckled and looked at you over his shoulder. Another cry came from your baby's room. You could feel Christopher getting nervous. "You get you fucking percentages if you leave now, Elizabeth. And I swear if you ever come back here again or anywhere close my family, I wont be as nice as now, get it?" His voice was loud and rough. He wanted them to go. "Okay." Elizabeth said and you could see her grin. She didnt know what you did. This would have consequences. She just didnt know it yet. "Then leave." You almost barked, still holding onto Christopher. He put his hands above yours, calming you down a bit. They slowly backed up to the door and opened it. The two other women left without a word but Elizabeth looked at you. "It was nice meeting you." She grinned and you rolled your eyes. She left and you exhaled before wrapping your armes around Christopher. His heart was beating fast and you could hear his breath trembling. "God, we are never leaving the door unlocked." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood up. "Never." He said, grabbing your face with both hand and pressing a kiss on your lips.

You took the plates from the table and put them in the sink. Marcus came an hour ago and after you ate Christopher was helping him dress for bed and making sure he brushes his teeth. Since Elizabeth left Christopher was tense, he was mad just like you but it was different. This time he put his family at risk, even though he knew that Elizabeth wouldn't have killed anyone but it could have been someone different.

Now you were laying on your couch in Christopher's arms, your baby girl on your chest and Marcus on Christopher's other side. Both kids were asleep and the movie almost at its end. You looked up at Chris. "You know its alright right? We are okay and nothing happened." You whispered and he looked at you. "I love you Chris and I know the risk, dont you blame this on yourself." He gave you a quick nod before kissing your head. He loved you, more than anything else.

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Desperation // Angel Reyes Imagine

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel get into a big fight

Warnings: a fight? I am bad at warnings lol. No insults or anything. Grammar? English isnt my mothertounge

A/N: an idea i got because of a song. If you wanna listen to it: Desperation  Eminem ft. Jamie N Commons

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The third time today, Angel didn’t answer to you. In the morning, when you woke up, he wasn’t there. Already gone like the day before. When you wrote him a “good-morning-text” telling him you would be at the Mayans club house at 12 he read it but didn’t answer. You were annoyed to say at least.

None of the boys knew about you and Angel. There wasn’t really anything they could know. Angel came over occasionally, you watched a movie, cuddled, talked and most of the time he came over and both of you drove to the club house in the morning, together but not since a couple of days. At first Angel would wake up earlier, write you a message saying they had some business to take care of. The next day he would just leave, waiting for you to write him before he shortly answered but now? He didn’t even write you back. Your mind tried to calm you down. Maybe they are just busy and he can’t write back.

You checked your phone again. Nothing. With a sigh you got in your car and started it, making your way to the clubhouse. You needed to talk to Angel. When you arrived, no one was outside, but the bikes were there. So they were too. When you opened the door to the older building a smell you knew and loved hit you. Cigarettes, beer and motor oil. “Hey Y/N” Chucky said, running past you carry some stuff outside. You held the door open for him. “What’s up, Chucky? Everything all right?”  He gave you a quick nod and smiled before leaving. You let the door close and turned around, looking for Angel. Disgust flooded your face when you saw him sitting in a chair, some random girl on his lap. She was whispering something in his ear, which made him chuckle. When he brought his beer to his lips his eyes met yours. For a few second, he just looked at you, before turning his head back to the girl. She touched the side of his face, letting her fingers run over his jaw, just like you always did. Your heart ached. You couldn’t cry, not in here. They don’t know. They would just ask questions. Questions you didn’t want to hear right now. You didn’t know why he was acting like this. You thought there was something between the both of you.

Your head was prepped on his chest, with closed eyes you listened to his heartbeat. His fingertips ran over your side, occasionally stopping at the elastic of your sports bra. With a small smile on his lips he tilted his head down to yours, placing a soft kiss on the top of it. “Could get used to this.” He chuckled. Your heart skipped a beat. He never said anything like that too you. But today already started different. He made you breakfast in the morning, gave you a kiss before walking in the club house, occasionally gave you a small smile while you worked in the clubhouse, handing drinks to the other men around and sometimes you could even feel him staring at you. When you drove home after the end of your shift, he had to stay. He came outside to tell you he would come over later, pecking your lips with a boyish smile on his lips. Something he never did, especially not in front of the clubhouse. When he arrived at your place, he brought you your favorite food and watched your favorite show with you, even though he hated it. You looked up at him and smiled, bringing your hand up to his cheeks. He kissed your palm and you ran your fingertips over his jaw, making him smile like a little kid on Christmas.

The images of that night flashed before your eyes and you felt anger grow in your gut. You couldn’t cause a scene. You weren’t official. It still hurt. You knew you only had two options: Talking to him or starting your shift and simply ignoring him, which would be very tough. With wide, fast steps you made your way over to him. “Angel.” You blurted out. The other men sitting at the table looked at you. His head slowly turned to the side, facing you. Your eyes flew to the girl on his lap for a second, making you want to puke your guts out right there and then or punch Angel in the face in front of everyone. You didn’t know yet. “I need to talk to you. Alone. Its important.” He raised an eyebrow. Bishop chuckled. “Reyes, what did you do?” A low chuckle from the others made you straighten your back. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you. You were angry. Heat radiated from your body. “Like right now Angel.” You said through gritted teeth. If he wouldn’t get up, you would start a scene. You didn’t care. You were angry and ready to punch him in his face. He patted the girls back, which made her get up with a groan. You rolled your eyes as she gave you a death glare. When he followed you outside, you felt your anger grow even more. Gripping his wrist, you almost ripped him out of the club house.

“What is going on?” You asked, exhaling to calm your nerves. “I don’t know what you mean, (Y/N).” You felt your hands starting to shake as he crossed his arms before his chest. “Oh really? Save the bullshit for your bitch inside, Angel.”  Now you crossed your arms. “You really wanna play it like that, huh? As if nothing happened between us? Who are you trying to kid?” You voice started to shake. He scoffed and leaned his head to the side. “What happened between us? You mean that I stayed over a couple of times? God, didn’t know you would get your hopes up that fast, querida.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “What do you mean? I-I- That between us, I- I thought…” You took a step back, tears starting to flood your eyes. “What? That its love? C`mon you didn’t really think that I love you? That you love me? It was fun for a while but- “You cut him off when your hand flew to his cheek, turning his head to the side. “I did. God I’m such an idiot. I love you and you just wanted something to play with?” The first tear left your eye. “Y/N, you know this aint love.” His voice was calm, but he couldn’t look at you. “What is it then, huh?” You were screaming now, letting your anger out. “Its desperation. You are desperate for someone to love you, but it aint me, Y/N.” He turned around. “Just go home. Ill tell Bishop you’re not feeling well.” With a shocked expression and tears running down your face you watched him go back in the club house.

It has been a week since your fight with Angel and the two of you hadn’t talked since then. You knew that the others felt something going on between the two of you. Angel was constantly stressed and angry, easy to piss off. And you? At first you called in sick, you couldn’t stand seeing him, After two days you came back. You were more daring. Talking to the others more, completely ignoring Angel, playfully flirting with the others. They took it as a joke, nothing serious. Today was one of your shifts at the clubhouse. It was Bishops birthday and even though he says he hates celebrating his birthday, they always threw him a small party with loads of alcohol. You looked at yourself in the mirror. A black crop top and your favorite jeans, that hugged your curves so perfectly were the best look for a day like this. You put on your leatherjacket and took the little present for Bishop before getting into your car and driving to the MC.

“Hola Corazon” Coco opened the door after he heard your car, giving you a quick hug. “Hey. How’s the birthday kid?” You heard him chuckle while walking behind you. “Kid? The old man is by the pool table.” He made a quick pause, grabbing your hand and pulling you back a bit. You stopped. “Angel is there too. “ Your heart stopped and yet you shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m here for Bishop and his party.” You smiled and pulled him to the pool table by his hand. “I am here to have fun.”

When you walked towards the pool table all eyes were on you, holding Cocos hand. You let go and walked to Bishop with open arms, the present in the hand Coco didn’t just hold. “Happy birthday, Bish.” You smiled and hugged him. His arms wrapped around your torso before squeezing you for a second. “Thanks querida.” You quickly pecked his cheek before pushing away and giving him your present. He smiled at you and took it. “Got you a little something. Hope you like it.” You felt Angels eyes on you when you walked over to the bar, taking the beer Ez gave you. “Wanna tell me what’s going on between the two of you? Angels been pissed ever since you talked to him.” Ez eyes wandered to his brother. “And he is staring at us.” When Ez eyes were at you again, you smiled. “I don’t know. It’s a long story.” A sudden need to talk to someone about what happened overtook you. And who would be better than Ez? After all he knows his brother better than anyone else. “You can tell me.” He nodded to the door. “Wanna talk outside?” With a quick nod from you he walked to the door, arm over your shoulder as he always does.

“He-We…God I don’t even know where to start.” You shook your head as you sat down on, he stairs next to him. “Let’s just say there was something. Or at least I thought there was something. He made it clear that that wasn’t the case.” You looked at your hands, rubbing small circles on the back of it. “What did he say?” Ezekiel was a good listener, always has been. Your jaw clenched thinking back at his words. “That it wasn’t love and that I am just desperate for someone to love me.” His eyes widened in shock. You head just nodded. “He didn’t mean that. See…there has been a lot going on recently…with the club, our dad…you should talk to him again.” You let your head fall on his shoulder. With a long sigh you closed your eyes, enjoying silence for a minute. You missed him, his hugs, his lips, cuddling with him on the sofa, laughing, watching a movie. It hurt. You heard the door open. Steps coming closer to the two of you made you open your eyes. “I will go back inside.” Ez said, looking behind you. Now you knew who was standing there. Angel. “Yeah. Thank you, Ez.” He stood up, giving you a nod. His steps were heavy on the wood, just like Angels before. You heard him stop and pad Angels shoulder before walking inside. You looked up. It was already dark, the stars on the sky sparkled brightly. His weight made the step you sat on complain for a second. It was quiet. He didn’t say a word, just like you.  His smell wandered in your nose. Cigarettes, beer and motor oil. “I’m an asshole.” He sighed. You didn’t answer, it was like your lips were sealed. “I didn’t mean what I said, its just-“ He stopped. “I love you. And that shit scares me.” You turned your head to face him. The light that lit up his face came from the clubhouse and wasn’t bright. You tried to search his face for any other expression than the one it had right now. Regret. “I live a dangerous life, Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt or worse. I-I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.” Your head slowly nodded up and down, eyebrows raised. He said it. “You love me?” It was the only thing that left your mouth. He nodded. “I chose this life, Angel. I chose to take the job here. I chose to. I wanted it. I knew it was dangerous.” He didn’t say anything. “It was my decision and so far, I’ve never regretted it once. This club isn’t only your family, it became mine too. I love this club. I love you. And I have never felt more save in my whole life. But when you said that I-“ He cut you off. His words were fast and you were lucky to understand him. “I didn’t mean that. Oh god, Y/N . You aren’t desperate for love. That was just- I wanted you to forget me. I wanted to forget you. I thought it was better that way but I can’t. I love you and I fucking miss you. The only one that is desperate is me.” A small smile grew on your face. You cupped his face with your hands and pulled him to you, pressing your lips on his. He was quiet, didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting you up to place you on his lap. You broke the kiss to breath. “I am so sorry, mi dulce.” He pressed his forehead against yours. You nodded slowly. “I love you, idiot.” He let out a small laugh before pressing his lips on yours once again. “I love you so much.”

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Being friends with Oscar “Spooky” Diaz and him coming back from prison…

Masterlist

Taglist: @actuallydrew @smoooore

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You had always been friends

like literally always

Oscar would always look out for you back in High School

making sure no one disrespects his best friend

telling every boy who showed the slightest bit of interest in you to stay the fuck away

You always patching him up after fights

telling each other everything

knowing each others dreams

helping him look after Ceaser

Everyone thinking you two are dating

but you were just friends

when he went to prison he made sure someone else would look after you

always having Sad eyes on your tail from then on

now he was the one telling everyone to stay away

when Oscar was out again he almost didnt regognize you

the girl he left to go to prison changed

she wasnt a girl anymore

starting to hang out again

you had  lot to talk about

getting closer as he took you to the beach one night

watching the sunset

he had always known you were the one

confessing his love stuttering

because no one made him as nervous as you

“I…I dont know how to…We…We’ve been friends for…basically our whole life and I…”

Kissing him to make him stop

“I love you too, Idiot.”

being even more inseparable after that

LOTS OF PDA

holding hands

neck kisses

cheek kisses

hands of back

hands on hips

hand on lap

hands on butt

making sure no one even looks at you the wrong way

lots and lots of make out sessions

lots of drunken ones

lots of drunken sex aswell

hickeys all over your body

but especially where others could see them to make sure everyone knows who you belong to

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Now prt. 3 // Happy Lowman

Happy Lowman × Telford!Reader; Chibs Telford × Daughter!Reader; Abusive!Ex-Boyfried × Reader

Summary: Y/N is scared of her Ex and Chibs calms her down

Warnings: bit of angst other than that I think it's kinda cute, maybe grammar or spelling mistakes (english isn't my mothertounge)

A/N: okay first of all, sorry I took so long to update like anything. But maybe part 4 is gonna come today too. Its gonna be about happy more soon. Love xx

Words: 829 (it's short, I know. Next one will be longer xx)

Taglist: @leahlahote @sandra-22s-world​ @iamlekat (just tagged you so you see the new part, if you dobt want to be tagged in other parts let me know) @ilikechocolatemilkh

Masterlist

Part 2

If you wanna be added in my future posts or just posts about Happy or Sons of anarchy, let me know :)

Your hands started to shake as Mark left the store and his words echoed in your head. He was right. He was going to find you anywhere. And he had another point. There was no way that one of the boys could always be by your side, protecting you. Your breathing was unsteady and you felt tears flood your eyes. "Fucking asshole." Happy breathed out, before turning around. When he saw your face he froze. He didnt know what to do. The way you stood there: head hanging low, jaw clenched, shoulders pulled up in a protective manner and wrapping your arms around yourself. "C'mon let's go." Happy took the diapers and snacks before slowly pushing you to the cash register. You didnt say anything while paying and leaving the store. Happy was quiet too but you could feel the tension. He was angry. "I'm sorry. Really. Mark is an asshole. I-" He stopped you. "Don't know why you apologize." He got on the bike and put his helmet on, handing you the other one. You put it on, sat down and then clenched on to the bag and your purse with one arm. The other one found it's way around his torso and you pressed your face in his cut. Just dont cry, you thought.

Your hand were cold against Happys stomach and even through his shirt he could feel your ice cold hands shake. He took a deep breath before starting the bike. He had to do something, talk to Jax and maybe find a way that asshole would leave you alone.

Back at the teller-morrow auto shop you got off the bike, said a quick 'thank you' to Happy before going inside as fast as you can. "You back so soon?" Juice asked looking up from his laptop. With a quick nod you walked past him, right back in your dorm. You sat down and took a long deep breath in, before exhaling out. You couldnt cry. It didnt work, you cried to much in the last month.

"(Y/N)?" Someone knocked at the door and with a soft 'come in' from you it opened. Your father walked over to your bed and sat next to you. "Hap told me what happened. I'm so sorry but I promise he wont get to you." He put his arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. "I thought he wouldn't find me here, but he did. I wanted to forget him, him and everything that happened. I just wanna start over." You felt him nod. For a while, no one said anything. He just held you, gave you comfort and safety. It felt good. Even though Chibs didn't know the feeling growing in him he knew it was good. And he knew you needed him. "Where is Ivy?" You asked and sniffed. He got up and held his hand out for you to take. "With the boys." You put his hand in his but stopped in your tracks. "With the boys? You think that's a good idea?" You chuckled softly and he laughed, pulling you up and walking with him.

The laughter of your little girl filled the room and your heart beated a bit faster. It always made you happy to hear her laugh. Tig was hovering over her, kneeling on the sofa. He was tickling her while she tried kicking his hands away. Once he stopped Ivy grinned at him. "Again!!" She yelled out. One of the only words she knew how to say. Tig started to tickle her again and she kept going to kick his hands away. "Sure she didnt wrap you around her finger too?" You asked and the boys, that were looking at Ivy and Tig, turned to you. Happys eyes burned into you. As if he wanted to ask you if you were alright, his head tilted to the side. You gave him a quick nod and a small smile before Ivy ran up to you. "Hey baby" You smiled while picking her up. "You had a good day with your grandpa?" Ivy cupped your cheeks while blabbering. "Grandpa" Tip scoffed. "Sound weird to hear that about Chibs." You shrugged and gave him a smile while Ivy patted your right cheek and looked to Chibs. "Well, it's just the way it is. He is a grandfather now...and a Father." Chibs smiled at you. "Gran-a, gran-a" You face fell at Ivys words. She didnt fully say the word but when she put her arms out for Chibs, it was clear she knew exactly who was meant "Yeah, that's your grandpa, sweets." Chibs face grew with a smile. Not only him but almost all the boys seemed to be touched by that moment. "Been trying to get her to say mama for so long. She is here for a week and says grandpa, something's not right 'bout that." Chibs laughed and you glanced at Happy, even on his face there was a small smile.

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me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about

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Now prt. 2 // Happy Lowman

Happy Lowman x Telford!Reader ; Chibs Teford x Daughter!Reader ; Abusive!Ex-Boyfriend x Reader

Summary: Happy and Y/N go to the supermarket to meet find an unpleasant surprise

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of injuries, language, grammar? English isn't my mothertounge.

A/N: Im sorry that it took me so lang and that its a bit boring, I still hope you like it. I’ve never been abused in any way, so I don’t know hat its like. If you are being abused, please make sure to talk to someone and get help, you are not alone and if you want to talk, you can also talk to me. Lots of love xx

Words: 2483

Taglist: @leahlahote (I just tagged you in that one too, because I tagged you in the last one, if you dont want me to just tell me xx) @sandra-22s-world

If you want to be tagged in my future posts or just posts about Happy or Sons of anarchy, tell me :)

Masterlist   Part 1

It was the first week in years you had slept almost all the way through. Ivy woke up a couple times and demanded to be soothed, but other than that, this week had been the best one in your life. You and Chibs had gotten closer. You had a lot in common and you trusted him. He was so good with Ivy, just like the other ones here. This morning you felt someone stroking your shoulder, you winced away as the person touched on of your bruises. "I'm sorry, darlin'" You opened your eyes to look at your father who was sitting at the edge of your bed, Ivy sitting on his lap. They got you a dorm you could stay in Ivy, it was cozy. "I thought it would be good if I would spend a little time with her? Give you some time to get settled here?" He said, looking around in the room and nodding towards your bags on the floor. You sat up against the headboard while nodding slightly. "That would be awesome.” You said and nodded. “I could use some time for myself.” Chibs smiled and stood up, putting Ivy on his hip. “Looks like it’s a Granddaughter-Grandfather day then.” Ivy put her hand around his finger and laughed. He was really growing into the Grandpa-Role since you got here. You could tell she already had him wrapped around her little finger.

 “You can spend the day getting to know the others, if you want to. We’ve got a few others coming down from Tacoma today.” He said leaving for the door, grabbing the diaper bag that sat on the edge of your bed. You slightly nodded and waved as they left. “And we are going to the park, darlin’” He rocked Ivy as they left. You got up and started to get ready for the day, grabbing some clothes out your bag and leaving for the bathroom, stripping down your clothes and putting on a white crop top and black jeans. You pulled your hair up in a simple ponytail and washed you face after brushing your teeth. When you walked back into the bedroom, you couldn’t help but looking into the full body mirror placed on the wall. The big bruise on your right side was visible, like an accessory it was showing itself, like the rest of them.

 One on your cheek that was almost heeled, with his yellow color it was only really visible when you stared at it, the other one at your arm could clearly be identified as a hand print, changing the colors from blue to yellow, but the one on your side would stay for longer than the others, dark blue and violet. “It’s over.” You quietly whispered to yourself. And you knew it was. He would never be able to hurt you again and if he would try, you had a whole army of people willing to protect you. They were all awesome to you once you came here, even though there were some individuals that didn’t talk to you too much, like Clay. Tig, Juice, Halfsack and Jax on the other hand had started to become good friends. They were nice and you liked that most of them didn’t treat you as if you would break down every second. Juice was a bit more conscious with his words and actions, trying not to say or do anything wrong, but he still tried and acted normal around you.

A few guys were already sitting at the tables when you walked in, others, like Jax were standing by the pool table. You poured yourself a coffee, greeting Tig and Clay that were both leaning against the counter. “You know that you dads out with your kid?” Giving Tig a nod as an answer you took a sip from your cup, pulling it back before you burned your lip. The coffee was too hot to drink right away. “He said he’s taking her to the park.” Tig scoffed and you started to laugh at his expression. His face was just ridiculous. It was a mixture of disgust and a smile and you thought that he didn’t know what to think. “She already got him wrapped around her little finger.” A laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Same for you.” Clay grunted and bumped his shoulder in Tigs. Giving him a smile, you walked over to Jax, who was just about to hit a ball. “Careful.” You exclaimed and laughed, as he failed and turned around. “You are a monster.” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. The two of you had become quite close after this first week. He talked a lot with you, and you had the opportunity to meet his girlfriend Tara, who went through the same you did. It felt good to have someone to talk with. Someone who understood you. When he pulled away you saw a new face, a tall guy with a tattoo on his head who looked at you with an odd expression, you could tell he didn’t trust you. You were used to that by now, trust is to be earned and you understood that. “Hey.” You said, sticking out your hand. “I’m (Y/N). Chibs daughter.” His eyebrows raised as he took your hand and shook it. “Didn’t know he had a daughter.”

“He didn’t know as well, long story.” You sighed and pulled your hand back before taking a sip from your cup.

“That’s Happy. He’s one of our guys from Tacoma.” Jax explained and you nodded, eyes still on the man in front of you. He was quite intimidating. Tattoo on his skull, dark eyes and a serious face. His eyes burned on your body as he let them wander over your body, stopping right on your right side. He was looking at the bruise, you thought, and your heartbeat increased, hoping he wouldn’t mention it. You inhaled shakily before looking at Jax. “I gotta go back in my dorm…do some cleaning.” Jax gave you a nod before patting your shoulder. “If you need anything just ask.” He said and gave you a smile.

With that you walked back to your dorm, giving Happy a small smile. You wanted the people around here to like you, to accept you. You were new, appeared all the sudden and were a stranger, not only to them but to your father as well. You could be a danger; you were a possible danger and you knew that. You knew that their trust had to be earned, just like with everybody else but it would be a bit harder with them. You knew that your dad trusted you, but just because you knew things others couldn’t have known. You also knew that Jax somewhat trusted you, but with Clay, for example, it was clear that he would be a hard piece of work.

You started grabbing your clothes out of the bag and put them into the drawers. T-shirts, Jeans, hoodies, underwear, everything found a place. You sighed and pushed the bag under the bed. The only regret you had about leaving your boyfriend was not taking any books. Now he had all of them. Taking the bag, you packed for Ivy, you opened the next drawer, putting everything away. A few of her stuffed animals and toys were still at the other house and you didn’t even want to think about going back there, but you knew one way or another, you had to. So many things were still at the house, memories, books, pictures, toys, hell even clothes. Grabbing the diaper bag, you sighed. The diapers were empty and so was the baby snacks. You took your purse and left your dorm again. “Where you going?” Jax asked from the pool table, beer in a hand. The only ones that were still in the clubhouse were him, Juice and Happy. “I’m out of Diapers and snacks for Ivy.” You shrugged and his eyebrow raised. “So what? You just wanted to go alone?” You nodded while he shook his head, confusion growing on your face. His eyes went to your side, to the bruise and you suddenly understood what he meant. “Your dad would kill me if I would let you go out all alone.” He explained and now you were the one shaking heads. “I just know you guys are busy. It would just take ten minutes.” Jax whipped his face and looked at Juice. “I can’t. Gotta do research for Clay.” He looked up from his laptop and gave you an apologetic smile. Jax sighed again and looked at Happy. “I have to get home to Tara and the baby. Can you take her?” Happy gave Jax a nod and walked towards you, Jax gave you a smile. “If anything happens, Happy will protect you, okay? He’s not coming near you.” Slightly nodding you looked down.

You felt like he was still controlling your life even if he wasn’t there. You still couldn’t do what you want, and someone had to babysit you, to make sure that nothing happens. Of course, it made you feel better in a way; you knew that he couldn’t harm you if one of the Sons was with you, but you didn’t want to see him at all. You didn’t want to constantly have to think about him being there and jumping you on the streets. You wanted to finally live your life, with your little girl and your dad, in peace. Just without having to think about him.

“You gonna need that.” Happy mumbled and handed you a helmet. You were now standing outside, in front of the Teller-Morrow Auto shop and next to all the bikes. Shaking your head, you gave it back to him. “I’m not getting on that thing.” You pointed at the bikes, fear in your eyes as he pulled his eyebrows together. “Why? You’re Chibs daughter and you’re scared of the bikes?” He put one hand in his side and tilted his head to the right. Again, you shook your head. “Not scared, no…not really. Its just…I’ve never been on a bike before. And if you didn’t know, my dad and I don’t know each other for that log so…” He nodded slowly and pushed the helmet in your hand again. “Were gonna change that.” He said and turned around to the bike, sitting down. “Nothing to be scared of, little girl. Sit down.” His raspy voice made you shiver, and you swallowed, putting the helmet on and slowly walking over to him. He didn’t take his eyes of you as he nodded his head behind him. “That’s crazy.” You muttered and shook your head while sitting down. He started the bike and grabbed your hands, placing them on his torso, sending another shiver through your body. “Just don’t let go.” He said and you nodded, knowing he didn’t see it as he turned around again, slowly leaving the parking lot of the auto shop.

Your heart was racing, and your breath unsteady when he stopped in front of the supermarket. Happy helped you get off the bike and you took the helmet off. Taking a deep breath in you tried to normalize your heartbeat, a big grin on your face. “Wasn’t that bad, huh?” He grunted and you shook your head with a laugh. You blood was flooded with adrenaline and you felt yourself shaking a bit. “No. God…not at all.” You started to laugh and put a hand over your heat, exhaling slowly. “I just hope that its normal that my heart is beating so fast.” Happy shrugged and walked to the door of the supermarket, which made you turn around. Five people were just standing there, staring at the both of you, as you straightened your back and followed him, going through the door.

You were searching for diapers in an aisle and looked for the brand you always got. “Those okay?” Happy stood a few feet away from you, diapers in his hands. “It’s the right brand, but the wrong size.” You said, taking the package and pointing on the number. “Its for newborns. Ivy’s a bit too big for that.” You laughed and put it back, taking the diapers next to it. Right brand, right size. “Haven’t met her yet, but Jax told me she’s got Chibs wrapped around her finger.” He muttered and you nodded while turning around, searching for your snacks next. “It’s like that with everyone she meets. There’s no way one couldn’t love Ivy…ah!” You grabbed the blue package of crackers, the ones Ivy loved. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him nod, eyes on the bruise that was shown a bit more because your shirt slipped up. “Its nothing, really. Gonna be gone in a few weeks.” You sighed and turned towards him. He shook his head. “Didn’t seem like nothing when Jax said that I had to protect you.” His eyebrows pulled together. Taking another package of snacks, you shook your head. “They are just scared that he’s coming after me and Ivy. I bet they told you?”

“Who told who what, (Y/N)?” Your eyes widened and you turned to the other side, dropping what was in your hands. There he was, legs parted as he firmly stood his ground, arms crossed and eyes dark, you knew what was going to happen next. “Mark…I…” You stuttered and took a few steps to the back, which made him take a few towards you. Happy immediately reacted and stepped beside you, picking up the things from the floor with out taking his eyes off Mark. Your Ex scoffed and raised an eyebrow at Happy, who pushed your groceries back in your hands and then you behind him. “You better leave.” He almost growled and you winced in shock when both took a step forward. “What, you already got a new one? You fucking bitch! Did you cheat on me, huh?” The vein on his head was about to pop, just like always when he was yelling at you. “The only one who cheated was you!” A sudden wave of confidence rose above you, making you take a step forward, but still staying behind Happy. He was taller than Mark, and more muscular too but you didn’t know how good of a fighter he was, and you prayed to god that you didn’t have to find out. “I’m gonna kill you! You can’t always be protected. You shouldn’t have left.” Now Mark took a few steps back, finger pointed at you to give his threat more power. Your shoulders were pulled up and your jaw clenched as an evil smirk appeared on Marks face. “You can’t hide from me forever, (Y/N). I already found you in charming. You can’t run.”

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Oscar “Spooky” Diaz - On My Block (gifs are mine)

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Tagged: @firebenderwolf​​​

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Oscar Diaz-Bullet

For @lflores2008

Oscar was out for the night with homies and you decided what better way to occupy your time then going with Cesar to the Quinceañera tonight. You could use some good food, music, and company of other people-even if they were a bit younger than you. Which is why you were currently on the patio with some random freshman boy, you took pity on him when he was standing all alone. You didn’t want him to be the only person left out so you offered him a dance.

“Cesar!” You hear Ruby shout as you sway past him, everything after happening in what seemed like slow motion. One moment you were on your feet and the next you were on the ground, a blood curling scream wanting to escape your lips. However no sound coming out as your hands press tightly on your lower abdomen, not sure what happened.

“Y/N?! Shit. No, no, no.” You hear Cesar say as he slides right next your side, as do a bunch of other people. His shaky hands hover over you, unsure of what to do.

“It hurts.” You manage to get out,”What happened?” You ask, his face and voice being the only thing you could focus on,”Help me up, I want to get up.”

“No! You can’t, you have to stay still. You gotta keep your hands on your stomach.” He says urgently.

“My stomach?” You ask, your breathing growing heavier,”What happened?” You repeat, sliding your hands up so you can get a look at why they felt so wet,”Oh.” Is all you manage to get out, your body in shock.

“Y/N!” Cesar shouts and pulls off his jacket, taking over your stomach and applying pressure,”Just keep talking to me, alright? You gotta stay awake.”

“I guess I should have stayed home tonight.” You tell him, a small smile forming on your face. The pain drifting away as you feel your body starting to shut down,”Oscar would have been home soon. And I would have been in bed.” You choke, a bit of blood getting caught in your throat and coming out of the corner of your mouth,”He bought me this dress you know...can we go home and see him now?” You ask, your eyes fluttering shut and blackness being your new normal for a while.

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You hear a slight beeping noise right in your ear and strong urge to drink water, your mouth felt so dry and your lips felt cracked. You open one eye at a time, fighting to keep them from closing again since you didn’t take too well to the dim lights above you.

“Hello?” You say with a shaky voice once you realize that you are in a hospital, the last thing you remember being when you asked a boy to dance at Olivia’s party,”Excuse me?” You ask a bit louder when you see a older lady walk by your room.

“Goodness! You’re awake.” She says shocked and uses the pager on her side to call for more people,”How do you feel?” She asks, rushing in and coming to your side,”Can you tell me your name?”

“Y/N.” You answer as she puts your bed into a sitting position

“That’s right.” She smiles and starts messing with your chart,body,Iv, and just everything around you. More staff joining her soon enough and doing the same.

“Can I please ask a question now?” You ask after a few minutes to everybody who stood in the tiny room.

“Sorry.” The gray haired doctor smiles sheepishly,”Of course you can.”

“Where’s my boyfriend? He should know I’m awake right?” You ask, understanding the fact that you were shot but still clueless as to what happened after that. Or if anybody you knew also got hurt or went out looking for revenge on your behalf. After all it had been a little over a month from what you were told, and a lot could happen in that time.

“Oh. Your boyfriend was already called sweetie, don’t worry I’m sure he will be here in no time. He was actually here just this morning.” A nurse informs you kindly,”He’s usually here at all hours but he rushed out of here so I’m sure it was something important that he had to go attend too.”

“Okay.” You smile in relief, the staff waisting no time in firing question after question once again and examining your body. When they are satisfied with your results they exit the room one by one, leaving you and your thoughts alone.

“Baby?” You hear Oscar as he rushes into the room.

“Hi.” You croak out, your eyes filling with tears as you take in his appearance. Oscar frozen as he stands in the doorway,”It’s okay. Come here.” You reassure him

He wipes his lower mouth, a sniffle coming from him as he blinks back tears, unable to respond as he slowly walks over. He kneels down next to the bed, being careful with all of the tubing and wires as he lays his head on your chest. Silence overcoming the room as you rest your hand on the back of his head, your fingers grazing his neck.

“Ozzy?”

“I just need a minute. Please.” He says, his voice muffled since his face was pressed against you. You don’t reply and just continue on with stroking his neck soothingly until he speaks again,”I can’t believe your awake mami. It’s felt like a life time.” He says

“I wish I could say the same, I feel like all I did was blink and...poof. Here I am.” You laugh dryly,”How have you been papi, honestly. I already talked to much about myself with the doctors. I just want to hear you now.”

“It’s not anything good.” He admits, leaning over you know and looking down at your face. His hand gently stroking your cheek,”I missed those eyes. I missed you. This past month has been more lonely and dark than usual.”

“I’m sorry.” You tell him softly, leaning into his touch

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry for so don’t ever apologize for any of this. Cesar is the one who should be sorry and apologizing to you.” He says, his eyes going hard at the mention of his little brother.

“Cesar? What do you mean? What did he do?” You ask in confusion

“More like what he didn’t do.” He scowls,”He never handled that Prophet. He lied to us and let the guy run off.”

“Boy.” You correct,”He let that boy run off. Cesar isn’t like you papi, he shouldn’t even be holding a gun.” You defend, already piecing together what happened.

“Don’t defend him Y/N. He’s the reason you are laying here. Both of those ���boys’ are.”

“I told Cesar not to do it.” You admit,”I gave him the idea of giving the prophet a chance to run. I’m the reason I’m here. Me.”

“What?” Oscar says with a shake of his head,”Why are you even getting involved in that shit?”

“Because when you talk about it in our house, it becomes my shit.” You sigh,”I obviously didn’t think any of this would happen. I thought I would be helping Cesar...where Is he?”

“Don’t know, do you think I would actually let him in my house after what happened?” He asks

“Oscar, he’s a teenager. And your brother, please call him. I want to see Cesar, now.”

“Y/N.” Oscar says in disapproval

“Now.” You say more forcefully, Oscar caving in and pulling his phone out and writing a lengthy message. Pulling up a chair and sitting next to you after he sends it and taking your hand in his,”You can’t be upset with him papi. Promise me you’re going to make up with him.”

“It’s not just me though and you know that. He’s a member now, he’s got to do his part. The homies are mad, that prophet could have took revenge on them. Or one of their loved ones. That’s why it’s important to keep your word when you say you’re going to do something.”

“Then make them un mad.” You say simply,”They will listen to whatever you tell them and if they don’t, you make them. I’m the one that got hit with that bullet, so I get to decided who to be pissed off at. Cesar is not it.”

“Aight.” He says kissing the back of your hand,”you’re right. I’m gonna talk with everybody.”

“Thank you. I just want to focus on getting better and getting out of here.” You tell him truthfully.

“I know you do, you’ll be home with me...us in no time.”

“Let’s hope.” You smile and change the subject,”they just showed me a few pictures of my stomach moments after the surgery. It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would look.” You tell him,”It should be all good by now. Let’s look?”

“Are you sure?.” He says unsurely,”You think it’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, but I want to.” You reply, Oscar nodding and pulling the hospital blanket off of you before rolling up your gown,”Do I look like a monster?” You joke

“Nah, never that. It’s actually kinda sexy.” He says wanting to make you feel better.

“Yeah? I look like a sexy bad ass?”

“Always.” He chuckles, letting you sneak a peek as well before covering you up again.

This is how you spend the next hour or so, talking about anything and everything. Small touches here and there. Just basking in each others presence until a knock pulls both of your guy’s attention to the door.

“Hi.” Cesar says, staying afar like Oscar had.

Oscar quickly gets up and walks towards him, nobody talking as he pulls him into a strong embrace. Saying something to him and Cesar nodding in response before they break apart. Tears spilling from the smaller Diaz’s eyes as he walks over to you and once again much like Oscar, buries his face into you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant for you to get hurt.” He cries

“I’m fine Cesar. Look at me, you’re right here with me. We never know how things are going to work out, nobody could have predicted this. You know that better than anyone.” You soothe as you sit up higher and wrap your arms around him,”Don’t cry.” You whisper, Oscar coming around the other side and wrapping his arms around the both of you in comfort. Feeling content for the first time in a while as he holds the love of his life and little brother. Both of who he missed a great deal and was just glad to have you guy’s back. Knowing that soon enough you guys would all be home together.

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Flashes prt. 1 // Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x Reader

Summary: Oscar comes back from prison and meets his ex Y/N for the first time after 4 years.

Warnings: abuse, fluff, heartbreak, grammar? English isn’t my mothertounge so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: hope you like it; this idea came to me while showering lol. I’ve never been abused in any way nor do I know people who have been. If you are being abused or assaulted and you want to talk to someone you can always write me. You are not alone. Cursive is memories. Gifs not mine, credit to owner of this beautiful masterpiece. Love xx

Words: 1814

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 Sweat dripping down your forehead you took the next order from the counter and carried it to table four. It was a hot day at the block and working right in the middle of a heatwave made you want to die, not just because you would rather be at the beach but because inside Dwayne’s Joint it was like twice the temperature. “Enjoy your meal.” You put down the plate, smiling at the girl and whipping over your forehead with the back of your hand. It wasn’t that busy today, no one really wanted to go outside right now, so you just had a few customers to take care of. Looking around for anyone else that needed to be served, your eyes wandered to the back of a dark-haired person. You knew that hair. With large steps you walked up to the table and threw yourself on the chair in front of him, taking a deep breath in. “Hello, Ceaser.” He gave you a small smile, not the way he always does, before his eyes wandered away from your face to look behind you. “Hey, (Y/N/N). What’s up?” Ceaser raised his eyebrows and folded his hands. He seemed nervous and yet you couldn’t quiet figure out why. “You okay? Anything up with Monse?” Being Ruby’s older sister, you were quite close to all his friends and knew that she was off for writing camp all summer. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Nah, Monse is alright. Last time she texted me was two days ago.” Giving him a nod, you got up again when a group of people walked in. “Okay, well I know the others miss her. I kinda miss her too, y’all running around in our house. I miss having another girl around.” You laughed and put your hands on your hips, waiting for the new customers to sit down. “I can imagine. How you feeling about Mario leaving for college?” You heard steps behind you and stepped a bit closer to the table, to make space for whoever to go past you. “Mario’s leaving for college? Always knew he’d do it.” Your heartbeat stopped, an all too familiar warmth ran through your body and your palms started to sweat even more, as you took a step to the side, turning around to look at him. Oscar. He was back. Four years and he still looked the same. Just like the night he left. You couldn’t breathe, a loud noise ringing in your ears as he sat down without looking at you. “So, what can I get you?” Your head turning to Ceaser you took the little notebook and looked down. Oscar still didn’t say anything, and you hoped that he just didn’t realize it was you. “Just get me what I always get twice, once with onions.” You were glad Ceaser played along and didn’t say anything to Oscar about you. Nodding you turned around and started to walk away. “Thanks, (Y/N/N).” A shiver went down your spine at the way your name left his mouth, his voice raspy and calm.

A knock on your window made you open your eyes and your turned around, your back now facing the wall instead of the window. He stood there, looking through your window with a small smile on face. You shook you head with a small laugh, making sure not to wake anyone up you rolled out of your blanket, your bare feet hitting the cold ground as you walked over, opening it quietly. “What are you doing here? Its like two in the morning.” The young man in front of you gripped the edges of your window and quietly slid in, like he had done many other times. Without saying anything else he cupped your face with both of his hands and pulled you in, softly pressing his lips on yours. “Wanted to see you.” He muttered and took a step back, leaving you space to move, closing the window again. “Who’s watching Ceaser?” You asked, the eight-year-old little brother of your boyfriend on your mind. Oscar gave you another smile, appreciating the fact that you cared about his little brother which, for a matter of fact was as old as yours. “Got another Santo over, looking after him, but he’s asleep. He wont even know I left.” He grabbed the bottom of your pajama top, pulling you closer to him. You threw your arms around his neck, smiling as he leaned in again. You hadn’t seen Oscar act like this in a long time. The last couple weeks were a little rough, the Santos had him all wrapped up in their business since his sixteenth birthday. Pulling away slightly you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to your bed. You tried being as quiet as possible walking on the floor, trying not to wake up your parents or your little brother. Oscar laid down first, pushing his shoes off and scooting to the wall before you sat down, covering both of you with your blanket. “I missed this.” You dropped your head on his chest and his arm around your torso pulled you closer. “I missed you.” He gave you a soft hum, kissing your hair. The Santo was a year older than you, already a sophomore. “I know. I’ve been busy.” He sighed and you traced your fingers over his chest, feeling the fabric of his white shirt under your fingertips. Oscar started dressing like a Santo a bit before his birthday and you liked it, it suited him. “Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you looked up to him. He had his eyes closed, face soft, not looking like the tough Santo he always represented on the streets. “It’s okay though.” He opened his eyes and looked at you, a questioning look on his face. Why would it be okay to not spend time with you? “You are doing it for Ceaser. Tu hermanito. He needs you.” With a small smile he kissed your head again. “Thanks, (Y/N/N). Te quiero pase lo que pase, nena.”

I love you no matter what. He always said that, every time and he meant it. Taking the order to Dwayne you sighed, hands on the counter you sighed. “You okay?” Your boss asked and you looked up at him. You had known Dwayne for a long time now, for four years, to be exact. He knew when something was wrong. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He joked and looked over the order, nodding. “No ghost, just Spooky.” You whispered and his head shot up, looking through the Joint. His eyes stopped and he pulled his eyebrows together. “I didn’t know he was out.” You scoffed at his comment and took your notebook back. “That makes two of us.” Dwayne looked at you with a little smile and looked to a different table with new customers. You just nodded quickly after following his eyes. You walked over with large steps and a smile on your face. Why did it have to be the table next to Oscar and Ceaser? “Welcome to Dwayne’s Joint. What can I get you?” You asked politely and gave them a smile. The couple in front of you looked up from their menus and the girl stared at you. You looked down on your notebook and opened your pen. “You are Alex’ girl, aren’t you? Alexandro Suarez?” She asked and you nodded slightly, feeling Oscars gaze burn into your back. Alex was one of the Santos that joined the gang while Oscar was gone. “I think we’ll take the 16 twice, thanks.” The man said and you noted it down, smiling at them. “Thank you for your order.” Walking back to Dwayne you passed Oscar. His eyes burning in the side of your head as you looked down.

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You promised Dwayne to lock up after cleaning the kitchen, because he and his wife had their anniversary. It was nothing unusual, you had done it many times and it was already routine. When you locked up you took your phone out of your pocket.

Alex <3

23 missed calls

“Shit!” You muttered and pressed on his name to call him back. Nothing. Your palms started to sweat. Again, you tried to call him back, the phone pressed to your ear as you anxiously tried to open your car, hands shaking. Nothing. The way to your house only took a few minutes and you could’ve walked, but taking the car was safer in the dark. You slammed your car door close and walked to your door, legs already feeling like jello. “Alex?” You asked after you closed the front door and listened for an answer. A thud and another one. You heard him walking towards you. When he came into sight your heartbeat increased, hands shaking. “I am sorry, Dwayne asked me to lock up and I forgot to text you. You know that – “You stopped when his hand connected with your cheek. Whimpering you brought yours up, holding onto the pain. His eyes were red, and you could smell the alcohol. “You little bitch.” He yelled and his other hand connected with you other cheek. You tried to push him away, breathing heavily as he pressed you against the wall. A tear ran down your cheek. His hand grabbed your chin and made you look up. “Shh…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again, but it was your fault, you know. Just don’t make me mad, that’s all baby.” He whispered and kissed your head. “Now go take a shower.” Nodding you followed his demand and walked past him to the bathroom, locking the door. You took a deep breath and let the shower run before taking off your clothes. A look in the mirror showed you the two red marks on your cheek, one brighter than the other. Tears started to flood your eyes and you quickly jumped into the showers, letting the hot water run over your body. Right now, you felt numb. It hurt, both the fact that Alex just slapped you, after he promised to never do it again, but he was drunk and he was right, you should’ve called him. Told him that you were locking up for Dwayne. It was your fault. If you would’ve called or texted him, none of this would’ve happened. You wrapped a towel around you body and dried up, walking into your room. Alex was laying on your bed, passed out, on his stomach. When he was sleeping, he almost looked peaceful. Quickly slipping into your pajamas you put a blanket over him and walked back into the living room. Alex lived with you since you got together and sometimes you thought that maybe it was a mistake, but you couldn’t just tell him to leave. You loved him and sometimes love hurts.

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is it bad that fictional characters make me feel things no one ever made me feel?

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“Damn right...” Oscar Diaz.

Summary: Hello! Can I request a Oscar Diaz imagine? Maybe the girl is in a relationship with another guy and Oscar in in love with her and tries to impress her?😊

Requested: Yes, ma’am.

Pairing: Oscar & Reader, Reader’s boyfriend & Reader (We are going to name him Leon…Yeah..)

Warnings: None, just cuteness I suppose and language…

Word Count: 1726

A/N: WOw, there isn’t enough gifs of my man, who is not really my man but that’s my man, Spooky and it has me…bent…ANYWHO, enjoy :) I kinda twisted it a little, when I read the request this was the first thing that popped up into my head…I hope this is okay…

“What do you mean you can’t come?” Y/N frowned as she stared up at her boyfriend of a year. Leon sighed looking down at her as he tried to explain to her why he couldn’t come yet again. Y/N is a dancer and very fluent in many styles, but the most comfortable in the urban style of dance. In a few days, she had a dance recital type thing coming up. This time not only is she participating in other dance groups, she will be able to perform one of her own choreographed dance with a few select others.

She really wanted him to come and see it would, hell even record if he could, but she felt let down yet again when he told her he couldn’t come, reasons unknown. She was kind of used to the fact that he hasn’t gone to any of her performances. This performance was really important to her and she thought that maybe he would have a change of heart and come to support her, but that wasn’t going to be the case.

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