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filthyfluffyfantasies · 1 year ago

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt twenty - costumes

character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.5k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.

You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert.

He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.

And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.

But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.

When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞

❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen, ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞

❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞

❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.

❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞

You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave.

What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.

The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.

You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.

A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.

When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.

❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.

He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞

EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞

❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞

EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞

And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.

Until Angel strolls over.

❝ This fight is over.❞

Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.

❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞

Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞

❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞

Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞

❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.

❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞

You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞

❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞

❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞

You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞

Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞

You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.

❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞

Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues, ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.

❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.

❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞

You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.

❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.

You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…

Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.

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ars-matron · 1 year ago

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The Tarot Sequence Reread

Nothing has given me brain rot in a long while like the Tarot Sequence by K D Edwards has. And since I just finished reading all the supplemental stuff right when my hold for The Last Sun came back up I thought I would do something I have only done once before-and in a much less flattering way for a book I hated-and live blog my reread.

There's just so much in this series I need to pay closer attention to. And usually I would go on here and read some metas, but there is literally nothing!! The only things in the tags for this series is people wishing there were more people reading it, a handful of very wonderful fanarts, and an account of the decline of a discord that evidently used to exist for it. So, maybe this will encourage some people to read the books too.

Because there are some heavy topics in this series anytime I talk about such topics I will tag for them, but if they don't come up in the chapters I'm reviewing, I won't. So if you have certain things back listed you might not see all my posts on it. Anyone who is reading along and is curious about it can DM me.

NOW! Predictions and things I want to pay attention to under the cut for spoiler reasons.

The Tower. At the end of the prologue of the first book my thoughts were, " So we trust NO ONE!!" Except Queenie, because why would Rune and Brand live with her if she was evil? Then the children showed up and I had to trust them, they were too young to be part of the, whole thing, plus they are so cute. You have to trust them. And then Addam came along, and of course we trust him, he's an Addam, he's a giant dancing teddy bear and I love him! So I read the whole series (that's out so far) expecting we would find out the Tower was an evil guy, that he had had something to do with the fall of the Sun Throne. Honestly by the end of the third book I didn't think that any longer, and I was starting to before that after finding out he was also Qunn's godfather because!!! There is no way Qunn wouldn't have seen if the Tower revealed he had been a part of all that. (I'm still asking myself HOW exactly he or Mayan wouldn't have noticed an astral projection listening device being installed in Rune's room at their freaking tower that is super locked down! But then it happened for two other locations that were supposed to be super warded and protected my other companions too. So maybe it isn't his fault. I do think he might blame himself, I do think that some of his stand-offishness might also be guilt for not being able to stop the attack on the Sun Throne to start with. We will see...) I'm going to go into this read through with the assumption he is just lonely and sad and not a bad guy.

QUEENIE!!!! Because, WHO THE FUCK IS QUEENIE!? I was already suspicious because every time someone asks Rune and Brand where she came from, or how long she's been with them, they say "She's been with us forever." Every time! It reeks of mind fuckery. Then Eidolon and the epilogue that wasn't came along. Current theory is that she is the Empress, and also that she's probably Rune's mother. I would be willing to bet she was the woman at the end of the third book who spoke up to the river after everyone else. Edwards did a good job of making her disappear in the background, but I'm gonna be hunting for every mention of her and how she acts around everyone.

Ciaran, just because I love him and at first also suspected him of evil deeds. But he's just your gay vodka uncle and he loves all his adopted family so much and I just want to keep a closer on him at the start of the series.

Kellum. We only see him once in the second book, but he's mentioned in Eidolon by the Fool (Or Queenie pretending to be the Fool, again I'm not sure, there's Queenie interference for sure) And he was in one of the supplemental novellas. I think he will be making a bigger appearance in the next book.

Quinn's prophecies. I'll probably make a list of those for a separate master post.

Tallas. The Atlantean soul mates. This is a MAJOR spoiler. Rune says that Brand and he formed a talla bond the night of the attack. That it was what brought Brand out of the geas and got them to safety. The bond was gone when he woke up in the hospital and he's spent this whole time thinking he's somehow broken their talla bond. Something definitely happened between him and Addam in the Westlands, and I don't think Addam was wrong in assuming it was the budding of a talla bond. Because something sort of bond-like is also there now after the Hourglass Throne, after he used his bond with Brand to get him and Addam back to their time. My theory here is that they might be each other tallas, all three of them. Together. We know that it doesn't have to be a sexual relationship, though I don't think Addam would mind that one bit. Everything is pointing to the three of them being tied together somehow, and my theory is mostly that, before they were together together, no one talla bond could form and take precedence over the other. Now that they are together all the time, going on missions, living together, they have more opportunities for a bond to fully form and take hold. Assuming it involves all three of them.

And with that, I'm going to go read!

#the tarot sequence #k d edwards #the last sun #rune saint john #brand saint john #max saint john #quinn saint nicholas #addam saint nicholas #the hanged man #the hourglass throne #the eidolon #booklr #ttsrr

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drabbles-mc · 7 months ago

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💖 WIP Wednesday 💖

thank you for the tag, @longlivedelusion! i've got so many wips in the chute but this is from one that i have been agonizing over for wayyyy too long lmao. it's closer to being done than not??? just having trouble getting it to the finish line 😮‍💨

but! it's a Mayans fic. Canche x OC. it's gonna be messy 😌

Given the circumstances, Lía’s face was fairly neutral. There was a slight lift to her eyebrows as she watched him, bringing her lips to the mouth of her own beer bottle. She noticed the way that even though she was looking at him, Canche wasn’t looking at her. It was a far cry from a few nights before. If she’d been feeling a little more reckless, or self-destructive, she would’ve made a snide comment of some kind right then and there, but she didn’t.

“Thanks,” Canche said to Cielo with a nod when she handed the bottle over to him.

He turned and was about to walk away when Lía couldn’t help but to let her impulsive streak get the best of her, “See you ‘round, Pres.”

He hesitated for a moment, but he still ended up walking away without another word. The three of them still sitting at the bar all broke down into semi-quiet laughter. Gilly was the first one to actually speak up and say something.

“So all you Reyes siblings really just like trying to piss him off, huh?”

Lía shrugged, still laughing. “Must be genetic.”

Gilly nodded towards where Canche had walked off. “EZ and Angel tell you about all that, then?”

Lía didn’t want to lie, but she also didn’t want to tell the truth. She settled for something between the two. “I’ve heard bits and pieces of it.”

Gilly shook his head as he took a long drink from the bottle that Cielo handed to him. “Fuckin’ insane. They really rolled up ready to burn this whole place down.”

“Tit for tat, though, right?” Lía said before she thought better of it.

“Hey,” Gilly nudged her, “don’t say that shit too loud. Start another fuckin’ brawl in here that Cielo will have to clean up after.”

Cielo laughed and shook her head. “I’m not cleaning up that shit anymore. You guys make the mess, you guys clean it up.”

tagging (no presh as usual & as always): @darqchilddaydreamz @narcolini @garbinge and anyone else who wants to share a snippet of a wip! 🖤

#tag game #wip game #wip wednesday

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cositapreciosa · 2 years ago

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You & Me

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (murder/dead body, nothing graphic tho, ptsd? hardships and hard time, vibes are Gilly's veteran's storyline in the show) the usual for the show, 2307 words

a/n : as DJ Khaled once said : another one. You & Me is a Yelawolf song that slaps so

A follow up of this one can be read part 1.2 here and part 2 here !

Tagging the people I won't stop bothering about this new blorbo obsession @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

You hadn’t seen him in months, not before you had seen him again at Jacob's birthday party at least, it had been weeks since then. You knew he wouldn’t be mad that you came knocking, found his address the only way you knew how, like the good old days. You were always closest to him, throughout it all, recruits, being shipped out, Mosul, coming back in pieces after everything. You had tried to stay close with them at the beginning, fix the pieces of the puzzle, go to those forced mental-health meetings the army thought were necessary, birthdays or nights out on the town. Even so, it always felt like too much. Too much noise, too many people, too many questions about everything that kept you awake at night. Too many pieces that couldn’t be put back like the others could. You just couldn’t see them as much after that, after you had realized they reminded you every day about what was wrong with you, what you couldn’t fix. You had missed him, of course, oh so much, but every time you stayed too long it felt like you were dragging them all down with you.

You knock on the door, knuckles on the paint. You know it is probably a bad thing, coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but you can’t seem to care. Before you could realize it, you had driven your car to his street, slowing down to read the numbers on the door, finally stopping in front of it. It’s a quaint building, with a nice white door, windows on each side. It didn’t look how you had imagined it and you had, so many times, wished to leave whatever shit show you had gotten yourself into this time. Run back to him. You don’t understand how you managed to escape one hell, only to get yourself trapped in another so quickly. So many hours spent training, fighting for your life, only to fall for a goddamn-

He opens the door, chain pulling between the frames. The porch is dark, barely lit, but you can see the surprise on his face, the confusion as your name falls from his lips. Guilt builds in your chest, panic clawing at your throat.

‘’ Hey, Gil. ‘’

It’s all you can manage, a small smile tugging at your lips, a peace offering. You know you don’t have to explain, that he understands, clearly you are not showing up this late for a beer and a chat. He moves behind the opened door, probably tucking in his waistband whatever gun he had snatched on his way to investigate the noise. He tugs the chain off, opening the door wider this time. You can see him looking around the street, ensuring it is only you and him. You feel like you can’t breathe like you are doing something you shouldn’t, even though you know this is precisely what you should be doing.

‘’ Are you alright? How did you get my… ‘’ You can hear the concern in his voice, see the confusion on his face as he trails off. His beard is shorter than the last time you had seen him, trimmed around the edges. You probably woke him up, you realize.

‘’ Are you doubting my skills now, ranger? ‘’

You want it to sound like a joke, you really do, but it lands flat, your voice is hoarse, tired, adrenaline wearing off. If he noticed it, he doesn’t tell you. He is not pushing you away, yet, and tonight, for the first time, you feel like you can really let your guard down. You take a deep breath, a shaky one, a sad one.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you. ‘’ Your voice is small, vulnerable. ‘’ I- ‘’

I need your help. It hurts to say it, to even think about it, and you can’t get the words out. They get stuck in your throat with all the sorry’s you owe him, the apologies you never gave him. His eyes are soft on you, deep brown eyes that always made you feel at home. That is when he notices it, the blood on your bottom lip, a straight cut, already swollen and purple where the fist had hit. His shoulders push back, finally awake, and you know he is ready to fight. You can tell his arms are tensing underneath his shirt, you can see how hard his gaze has become.

‘’ Who did this to you? ‘’

He takes a step towards you, towering over you, his hand moving your jaw to the side to try and see it better in the low light.

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You sigh. ‘’, but I need a favour. A big one, Gil. ‘’

You hesitate to tell him, to ask him to do this with you, for you. You know what he has been doing since he got back, joining the not-so-legal motorcycle club. Something about it being the closest it felt to being back in the field. It had been your lives for so long, breathing it, fighting for it, day and night, every second of it.

‘’ Tell me. ‘’

You can smell the detergent from his clothes, taste on your tongue what is left of the cigarette he had before bed. His hand is warm against your cheek, a nice contrast from the cold night. His thumb is caressing beneath your jaw, where the skin hasn’t bruised yet, and you can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, slow, meaningful. You had missed this, him.

You take a quick look in the dark living room, past his shoulder, maybe he is not alone like you originally thought. You know Rae and Jacob haven’t been staying at their home lately, and Paul had told you that she had stayed a couple of nights at Gil’s. They must still be in the house when he gently presses you a few steps back, closing the door behind him. You really want to believe that it’s because of them, that he does this to keep their minds at ease, not to worry them about what mess you got yourself into this time. You don’t want to believe it might be because of someone else, that maybe he has someone now, someone he didn’t tell you about. He speaks again, gently coaxing it out of you.

‘’ You’re good, I got you. Tell me. ‘’

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You continue. Of him. ‘’ He’s in the trunk. ‘’

‘’ He’s in the what, now? ‘’

His hand falls from your jaw, landing in a strong grip where your neck meets the shoulder. It is not meant to hurt, and it doesn’t, you know it is mostly to keep you here, keep you from running away like you usually do. You know he would never let you deal with this on your own, you can’t turn around now, you have to face this.

‘’ I put him in the- ‘’

‘’ The trunk, yeah, I got that. ‘’

You swallow, and it doesn’t feel natural, like your muscles are clenching too hard to make the action happen. You bring a gentle hand to his forearm, taking in the heat that immediately covers your fingertips, the softness of the black shirt under your palm. You look back at him.

‘’ He deserved it, I swear. Gil, I- ‘’ Fuck.

You know there are tears in your eyes, you can’t help it. This whole thing makes you feel like a child, like you just got back from Iraq. You had always been able to be vulnerable with him, he would listen and listen until you had nothing to say anymore, nothing left to cry. A warm hand on your back, fingers in your hair.

‘’ Hey. I’ll take care of this. I know he did. ‘’

You know he doesn’t get it today, he couldn’t possibly, but you let him say it, let it justify your action, the blood that is still drying under your nails.

‘’ Let me make a few calls, okay? ‘’

You nod. You trust him, utterly and completely, with your safety, your life.

And so the both of you wait, seated shoulder to shoulder on the stairs of his porch. Gil's hand is warm on your knee, caressing the skin that peeks out of your distressed jeans. He wants you to stop bouncing your leg, you know it, it has always bothered him, how your stress showed up in micro-movements. You're making me nervous, ranger.

They come for your car fifteen minutes later, all leather cuts, no motorcycles and a single van. Coco, he tells you his name as he asks for your car keys. When you give it to him with a shaking hand, he tells you that everything is going to be fine, they'll take care of it. You believe him, you believe him because you trust Gil and he trusts them, but still, it feels like you are imposing, even when you know they have probably done this many times before.

Coco looks at Gil, a silent conversation you are not a part of, he notices his hand on your thigh, your busted lip.

‘’ We’re taking care of this, cariño. You're safe now. ‘’ Coco tells you.

You want to believe him, you really do. They leave after that, one car following the other, your secret with them. Yours and Gil's and theirs.

‘’ Don’t make a habit of this. ‘’

Gil’s eyes are back on you. He is joking, and it's funny, you laugh, but it doesn't come out like you want, choked in the throat.

‘’ I'm sorry, Gil. I know we haven't been talking much lately. I- ’’

He stops you, a large hand pressing the skin of your thigh.

‘’ Stop it. Whatever you need, you call, I'll answer. ‘’

You sigh and you allow your head to fall to his shoulder. You can’t remember the last time you had been this close, but it feels like you never left, a random night in a world where none of this would have happened. You thank him because there are no other words to make this right. You want to tell him that you owe him, that you will repent until this debt is paid, until he says you did enough to earn it back. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his chest move up and down with every breath. It had never been about that with him, he always took what you gave, broken pieces, burning ashes, wrapping it all up and giving it back to you fixed. You don’t remember when you started crying, silently sobbing against his arm, but he doesn’t mention it. He holds you, caressing your back with a hand, bringing you closer with the other one.

‘’ Stay with me tonight. ‘’ He whispers in your hair, ‘’ I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t. ‘’

That makes you cry harder. Deep inside of you, something is being fixed, an old war wound that had been buried for so long. I will, you tell him, just for tonight.

He doesn’t believe you, he knows you will get up from the bed the second he falls asleep, take your car that now smells like bleach and citrus, and ride out into the morning, away from him once again. When he rolls to your side of the bed in the morning, finding it cold and empty, he knew he was right. He was used to it, of course, a weird, silent arrangement between you two, that you would never be able to stay put for too long, but today, it hurts, pains him in a way it had never before.

‘’ ‘morning. ‘’

You pass the bathroom door that connects directly to his bedroom. Your hair is still damp from the shower, wearing a new set of his clothes on your back. He doesn’t say it back, he can’t, not when he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe, not when he can’t believe you actually stayed the night this time. You are here, and he is staring, he can’t look away.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you up. ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I just really wanted a shower, and then I heard Jacob in the kitchen, I… ‘’

You stop then, and he can tell that you have realized too, what he is thinking, why his eyes can leave your form. You try to speak again and explain, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Maybe there is no reason why today you chose to stay, out of all the others you could have. He can hear Rae in the living room, the sound of pans and the french toast that is being cooked in the kitchen. You silently walk to his side of the bed, offering him your hand. You smell like his soap and fresh coffee. He takes a deep breath as he reaches up for your palm, fingers lacing with your own as you finally swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’ Just for today then, yeah? ‘’

Your eyes are soft when he looks up, your smile meeting his own, already bright, unable to stop it from hurting his cheeks. Of course, he says, just for today. As many as you would like.

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imagineredwood · 7 months ago

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4. First conversations alone

I'm gonna do quick little soft drabbles with which ever character speaks to me from this prompt list. I'm not doing requests for them, just little blurbs to get back into writing more often. Especially that I could just throw together in a few minutes when/if I find downtime at work lol.

Edit: Not this turning into an almost regular length fic 🧍🏻‍♀️

“Mind if I join you?”

EZ stood up straight, droping the random beer can back onto the floor so he could turn around and look at you. He smiled when he recognized you, his head tilting.

"Join me in picking up trash?"

He chuckled but you only shrugged, the shy smile still present on your lips.

"Sure. Why not?"

Your words threw him a bit, not really ever having spoken to you apart from quick small talk, practically yelled over the music in the clubhouse. When he found the time to talk that was, the life of being a prospect not an easy one. He always thought maybe you were just trying to be nice. Perhaps felt bad for him always getting the shit jobs. Maybe that was true, but still, here you were offering to help him long after the rest of the people who hung around had gone home. EZ nodded a few times, a bashful smile on his face that mirrored yours.

"Yeah, ok. But you hold the bag. Don't want you getting your hands dirty."

You obliged and took the garbage bag from his hands, walking around with him, holding it open for him to toss the trash into.

"How much longer do you have to do this? Angel said you're getting close to a year."

EZ threw in a paper plate and nodded.

"Yeah, three months or something like that."

You smiled and shook the bag, letting everything settle.

"That's good. You work hard."

EZ stayed bent over but looked to the side over at you, brows raised. Your shoulders shrugged as you laughed, embarrassed.

"I've just seen how much you run around at the parties. Never really get a break much. But you always have a smile anyway."

He stood upright, both gloved hands holding a cracked solo cup. He walked it over to you and tossed it into your bag, eyes stuck on yours. Your gaze was warm.

"It suits you."

EZ could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and he laughed, casting his eyes down.

"Well thank you."

You smiled softly, tying the bag up with your eyes down too, that warm feeling starting to spread in your chest.

"You're welcome."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year ago

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About me and my blog

Hello all,

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Below you will mostly find information on my writing but I want you to know who you're following so I'll let you know a little about me too.

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I'm a twenty-four-year-old woman living in wonderful Australia (AEST). I have had this blog for a very long time but only became active over the last three years and only started writing early last year. I'm also busy studying to get a bachelor's in a helping profession. I have a dog and a cat and I love them more than anything.

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First and foremost, please don't follow me if you're under the age of 18. I don't want you here, especially considering the content of what I post. I do not make exceptions even if you coming to talk to me about something that is safe for work.

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I write for lots of fandoms for both men and women. I do both reader and OC although I'm moving towards OC more and more. I only do requests very rarely, mostly for milestones. I prefer to use canon as a starting point and most of my work deviates very heavily.

What I write:

One shots Series Fluff Smut Angst

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Jax Teller Lyla Winston

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Guero Manny Angel Reyes EZ Reyes

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Karen Page Billy Russo Frank Castle

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley Valeria Garza Phillip Graves Kate Laswell

The Gentleman

Raymond Smith

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Alfie Solomons John Shelby

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Sean Wallace

Many of my fics have very dark themes, and I fully believe that fiction should be used to explore the worst parts of humanity. However, it needs to be done well.

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ravennaortiz · 11 months ago

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Explanations

Chapter 16 of Countdown

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Tag List @fleureeee @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @youngadult9016

"Someone want to explain?" inquired Jax as he folded his arms and looked from his little sister to the men on either side of her. No one spoke for a moment until Bishop cleared his throat drawing his attention to him.

"Your men have been here the last few months. They did not play a part in what happened to Zobelles daughter. Some.....mischief was done but nothing violent or brutal." offered Bishop as he met Jax's gaze.

"Why did you skip town?" asked Jax his gaze turning to Half-Sack.

"That bullshit deal you made with Zobelle. It didn't sit right with me. I couldn't stand behind you if you were willingly to trade Rocky so easily." replied Half-Sack honestly not looking away from Jax.

"I did not trade her" growled Jax slamming his hand on the table. Half-Sack simply shrugged but kept his mouth shut.

"I taunted Clay. That is why this happened" stated Rocky quietly, desperate to get Jax's anger off Half. This was her fault entirely and she couldn't let him or Juice take the fall for her. No matter how much they wanted too she had been adamant about this.

"Why the hell would you do that?" snapped Jax his eyes snapping to his sister. Rocky stared down at the table as she felt tears start to pool in her eyes.

"I wanted to help" replied Rocky meekly as her voice cracked. She felt Juice pat her leg under the table in comfort and squeezed his hand back as a thank you. This interaction was lost on Jax but not Chibs. Nor was the glare Half had been giving Jax every time he raised his voice at Rocky.

"All you needed to do was stay put and do what you were told" stated Jax firmly as he felt Chibs hand on his shoulder. Jax tried to recompose himself as he rubbed his face with his hands. "Rocky. I need you safe, that was the whole point of having you put under Mayan protection. I can't keep you safe if you put yourself in harm's way" stated Jax after a couple minutes.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any problems" apologized Rocky as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears.

"Its okay Rockstar" soothed Jax his heart breaking at her tears. "Where is Rat?" he asked after a moment realizing the other young man was not present.

"With Tig" answered Juice. "We were planning on kidnapping Rocky" he added meeting Jax's gaze.

Jax mulled the response over before replying. "So you all were going to kidnap my sister from safety of the Mayans and what? Live happily ever after?

Rocky looked down at her lap as she felt her cheeks warm and her heart speed up at the idea. "Something like that" replied Rocky as she shrugged trying to play it cool. Last thing she needed was Jax suspecting she was interested in anything but being best friends with the guy on either side of her.

"What did you taunt Clay about that gave him leverage to pull this stunt?" asked Jax curiously.

Rocky swallowed hard and contemplated how to respond. "I don't want to talk about it" she replied as she looked back up at him before quickly looking away.

When no one said anything further Bishop spoke up.

"Rocky dear. Why don't you step out and go keep the boys in line for me while we talk a few more details out" stated Bishop as he smiled softly at her.

Once Rocky had made her way out Jax sighed heavily. The last almost year had taken its toll on him.

"Remember what I said about brutality Jax?" inquired Bishop as he leaned back in his chair.

"That its sometimes the answer." replied Jax as he looked up at the older man.

"Rocky moved the rest of your assets out of the firing range for you. So do her a favor and rain hell fire down on the scum of Charming and anyone who wishes to stand against you." stated Bishop with a grin. "My men are more than happy to stand alongside you and take a possible death for Rocky" he added thinking about the meeting he had had with his men the night before.

"Lets fight" agreed Jax after a moment as he locked eyes with Bishop.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Time - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995

It was the first night that you had woken up alone in a long time. You stretched your bare legs before rolling over onto Riz's side, your hand reaching out for him blindly, your fingers grasping cool sheets.

You understood what was keeping up him at night, this war with the Reapers. It was relentless and brutal, just last night they’d found three Mayans burnt to death in the desert, a friend of EZ’s, Manny among them.

You raised your head from the pillow, surveying the room as your hands rubbed over your exhausted features. You knew where he’d be, the same place you always disappeared to when the world became too much.

You found him on the steps of the decking in his back garden, surveying the array of cacti and agaves as he smoked a cigarette in the dark. The profile of his features was illuminated in the light from the moonlight. You couldn’t read his expression, but you knew he was deep in thought. That white vest clung to his torso as he blew a smoke ring out his mouth. He didn’t even register your presence until your hand came to rest lightly on his shoulder before you sat down next to him.

Riz tilted his head towards you before stubbing out the cigarette on the wood beneath his bare feet.

"I hate feeling so helpless." he admitted into the silence of the night.

Your cheek came to rest upon his shoulder as your arm threaded through his, fingers lacing together. There was solace in the touch, a hope in his heart that the two of you would get through this, that the you’d both survive along with everyone else you loved.

"I've been thinking..." Riz told you, looking down at your entwined fingers, his thumb gracing over the space where one day he hoped a ring would reside.

"Should I be concerned?" You teased as his forehead came to rest upon yours.

"You know how I feel." He said helplessly. “I wish we had more time...”

His voice was gruff as he spoke. You could sense the well of emotion residing inside of him as you put your palm to the place where his heart beat within his chest. You could feel it's constant, steady thrum underneath your fingertips.

"You need to promise me if something happens..."

"Don't talk like that." You cut him off.

“It’s not something I want to think about Songbird.” He told you, his thumb chasing over the blush of your cheek until he cupped your face in his palm. "But if something happens to me, I want you to be happy."

"If anything happens to you..." You trailed off, unable to bring yourself to say the words.

I'll never be happy again.

Life would become empty and barren, you would live but not truly. Your existence would be pockmarked with the possibilities of what could have been.

You wanted to show him that your love was unconditional, that even though the future wavered right before your eyes, you were his, you would always be his.

"Marry me." You said earnestly. “If our time is running out, I want to spend as much of it as I can as your wife.”

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narcolini · 2 years ago

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in his shadow - pt. 3

ez reyes x oc: ava gomez, 3426 words

warnings for alcohol usage and mild steaminess, 18+

for day 19 of whumpril: ‘i’m worried about you’

a/n: ok. mi gente, mi compas. this had all the intentions of being whump and angst and then. i dont know what happened. im so sorry to the whumpril creators but my brain said we flirting today and thats all i could do. anyway HUGE eyes at this development

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa my ez ladies

previous part here

Her grand plan to make amends, went as smoothly as every other plan she’s had lately—which is not smooth at all, forever doomed to tip into something like disaster, apparently. She’d pulled up to EZ’s trailer undetected at first, which filled her with confidence that this would work. Had managed to get half the weights from her trunk, to the spot just beside his door, without too much noise as well. It was all going perfectly, really, until she dropped the last dumbbell onto one of the others, sending the pair of them clattering to the ground.

He didn’t burst out like she thought he might’ve, gun in hand and ready for assault, so she carried on with her mission regardless. Scooped the lighter one first, put it back into place. Turned her attention again to the one that stretched her arms out tight, too heavy, really, for her to be lifting at all.

Her dedication to correcting the mistake made her miss the door opening, made her oblivious to EZ standing in the frame of it now, half-dressed and rubbing his eyes.

‘What’s this?’ he asks, voice breaking the silence. Deep, and sleep-trodden, from the step above her. ‘Some sort of reverse robbery?’

‘Shit.’ His arrival makes her jump, grip slipping momentarily. ‘Sorry.’

‘Was about to come out here swinging, Ava.’

Was about to tackle her to the ground, no doubt, demanding to know what she was doing at his place when he’s trying to sleep.

She sighs, standing from her bend, the last dumbbell finally set into the bottom rack. ‘I was trying to get it all out before you…’ The words fade off, replaced by a smile. It doesn’t matter. She shouldn’t have been sneaking up on a Mayan, but the end result is the same now. ‘Peace offering?’ she says, unable to shake the question from the end of it. If he wants her to go, she will. But if he takes the gift willingly, she’ll get to leave with one less burden on her shoulders.

He softens slightly—though with the way he’s squinting into the falling sun, it’s hard to tell. He’d look like he was frowning if it weren’t for the small tweak to his lips. ‘You didn’t have to do that.’

‘But I did.’ She pulls open the tote over her arm, grabbing the bottle from within and holding it up to him. ‘I brought Tequila too.’

‘Tequila?’

She winces, apologetic. ‘I don’t drink beer.’

He laughs, head tilting to the side, like he’s weighing up the idea. ‘Tequila it is,’ he says, stepping back for her to enter. ‘But if you get me wasted, Bish will—’

‘I know, I know, you’re on call.’ She waves him off. ‘I’m very familiar with leading prospects astray.’ Sebastian used to pull the battery from his phone and claim he was out of range, with no signal to answer when el presidente called. ‘We’ll be good.’

She just wants to break the tension for a bit, that’s all. It’s been a few days since he came to get Seb’s things, since she sent him away for telling her what he thought. They haven’t spoken about it—which wouldn’t be too unusual, considering she’s only had his number for a week or so—but it feels noticeably awkward somehow. Like they aren’t speaking on purpose. She’d been at the clubhouse yesterday, and only got as much as a nod from him.

The door shuts behind them, pulled to by EZ. He does’t latch it, but leaves a crack for the breeze, for the glimpse of orange sun each time the gap widens it. ‘You really didn’t have to bring all this over,’ he says.

‘I just wanted to…’ She spins, still clutching the bottle with both hands. ‘I don’t know, I thought it over and I realised you’re right. What you said, it’s fucking right.’

He nods, quiet like he knows there’s more. She follows him with her eyes as he steps past her, reaching for a t-shirt, then pulling it over his head as she continues.

‘So I wanted to say sorry for that.’ She takes a breath. Sorry and can we forget it, she means, can we pretend I didn’t turf you out just for trying to be a friend. ‘But, I also think you were really, really, dumb—’

‘I thought this was an apology,’ he laughs, frowning through it.

‘It is—shut up—you were really dumb for laying it on me there when I was already in a fucking weird headspace.’

His brows dip again, but the smile lingers. The t-shirt settles around him. ‘And you’re sorry because…I was dumb?’

‘Because you didn’t know I have a complex about my dead fiancé’s house,’ she finishes, trying her best to remain sincere, but now he’s smiling, she is too. ‘Sorry. For that. Sorry I didn’t take your advice and sorry I didn’t tell you why.’ She nods, huffs. Relaxes now it’s out in the open.

‘Well, thank-you, and thank-you for the…’ He gestures behind him, in the direction of the weights on the other side. ‘But I’m the one that owes you an apology.’

‘Oh, don’t do that,’ she groans, ‘I’m trying to be the better person here.’

He goes to fight her on it, half-smile lifting in his lips, but then decides against it. Concedes and lets her have this one. ‘Alright, call it even then.’ She knows there’s an apology under there anyway. ‘Want me to get some glasses?’

‘Please.’ She passes him the bottle, ditching her bag on the side, and turning to the—‘Oh.’ She stops herself. ‘You were sleeping.’

The two couches that were there last time have been joined by a third cushion, long and filling the gap in place of the table, making the living room into a bedroom. The sheets on top are twisted, his bed unmade and abandoned from when she had woken him up.

‘Late night?’ she asks, hovering by the end of it.

‘Yeah, sorry, you can just.’ He flits from the kitchen space behind her, abandoning the open cupboard, to waft the sheet free and flat. He smoothes it quickly, tossing his pillow to the opposite end. ‘I can put it away if you want.’

‘No, no, I don’t mind.’ Seeing him fuss over it is making her regret even saying anything to start with. She can practically see his ears reddening the longer he tries to make it presentable, can feel her own doing the same as a result. She should’ve just climbed on in the first place, as if nothing were different. ‘Get the drinks,’ she tells him, ‘I can sit here.’

He lets her past, nodding as she settles onto the end of the bed. She toes her sneakers off, then puts her legs up on the thin mattress and shuffles back until she’s sat against the wall. It’s hard to imagine sleeping here, with no space either side of it, and it being thinner and shorter, much shorter, than any normal bed, but it is cozy. She can picture that. If it were her trailer, she’d have fairy light around the nook it’s in, make the bed a den instead of a camping situation.

‘Here.’ He passes her a glass. ‘I don’t have ice, sorry.’

‘You’re good.’ Tequila is tequila. She doesn’t intend to savour it like he might.

He climbs over her then, opting to sit on her left. When he puts his legs out, stonewash jeans atop the sheet, his feet are a stretch away from meeting the wall on the opposite side. Hers barely reach his ankles.

‘Salud,’ she says, clinking her glass to his.

He matches her, but when they go to drink, hers goes back in one, sharp and potent, while EZ just takes a sip.

‘Jesus.’ He laughs, coughing out through the taste of it. ‘We’re doing shots now?’

‘I am.’ She frowns, swallowing a second time to get rid of the burn. ‘Don’t know how you savour this stuff.’

‘Well,’ he considers it, looking into his glass with a smirk, ‘usually I drink nicer stuff. This is, yeah, it’s pretty rough.’

‘Oh, wow,’ her eyes roll, ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t break the bank for our peace-keeping drinks.’

He laughs, teeth flashing, and she joins him easily, glad to be with someone who can take her sarcasm as it’s intended. ‘Damn, was I even complaining?

‘No, but you aren’t rushing to refill my glass either, so…’

He bumps her, shoulder to shoulder. ‘You’re closer. You go.’

She did, and now they’re three shots down, cheeks warm, eyes glazing. EZ still insisted on sipping his, which was pacing Ava in a way she needed but would never have managed herself. Once the first was in, that was it, as careless with liquor as she was in college.

‘Okay,’ she announces, humming afterwards, ‘no more for a bit. You take your time with that one.’

‘Yeah? You feeling it?’

She smiles up at him—because he’s still sitting properly, back straight to the wall, and not half way into the bed the way she is. ‘Just the perfect amount.’

He nods, his own glass balanced on his lap. ‘Alright. Perfect amount.’

Perfect, warming, spinning room, amount. They’re sitting close enough to be touching now, arm to arm, hip to hip. More warmth added to the heat stirring in her chest, and tracking down her throat. This might be the first time she’s enjoyed Tequila in years. Her new favourite way to drink, cooped up on EZ’s three-part mattress.

‘You know,’ he starts, clearing his throat in-between, ‘the other day, I really didn’t mean to…’ He rubs the back of his head, itching the words out of him. ‘I’m worried about you, that’s all it is. Trying to look out for you.’ He laughs. ‘And being a dick about it in the process.’

’S'okay.’ She shrugs, sleeves bunching against his own. They’d already been through this. He was right, she was wrong, the timing was fucking terrible. ‘No biggie, is it?’ She pauses, then decides against stopping there. ‘But…’ she adds, drawing out the word, turning the T over between her teeth.

‘Let me have it.’ He sighs theatrically. ‘I can take it.’

Her hand lifts, elbow on the bed between them, finger waving in his general direction. ‘The trying to look out for me part,’ she says. ‘I get it. You’re a gentleman, blah blah blah, but, please don’t. Y’know, just. Don’t. That’s half the pinche problem with the rest of those payasos.’

He smiles, ducking his chin like that might hide it.

Which it doesn’t, of course, because Ava catches it right away, her brows pulling together sharply. ‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ Another smirk. ‘Just that, well, you’re getting it.’ He takes a sip, hissing it back, then adds, ‘And also, you only ever speak spanish when you’re drunk?’

‘Drunk and bullied by my family,’ she answers quickly, sitting upright and away from the wall to look at him properly. That was beside the point. That wasn’t what he was smiling about. ‘Getting what?

‘How to tell people when they do shit you don’t like.’ He says it like he’s proud, like he wants her to do it again, even if he’s on the other end of the sharpened spike. ‘Now you just gotta times it by like, a thousand, and tell the guys to stop being so fucking weird.’

‘Hm.’ She slouches into herself, smiling. Alcohol or not, he’s right, she had told him—in fact, she’s always told him. It came out easier with him, somehow. Even the argument at her house was proof of it; she never would have told Gilly to leave like that, or Coco, or Angel. There was no Sebastian looming over her shoulder when she spoke to EZ, no old friendship that she had to be respectful of. Just her, just him. A clean slate had never felt so fucking good. ‘I can do that,’ she says, believing it.

‘Yeah?’ His brow arches. ‘You wanna go tell them right now?’

She snorts, loud and uncharacteristic of her. ‘God, no. Fuck, no. I’d say something completely out of order and make everything worse.’

She’d say all the things she’s struggling not to say now, holding back with just a tequila tongue and pure will power.

‘Like what?’ EZ asks, putting one ankle atop the other. Settling in like he expects her to have an entire list of forbidden topics to share.

‘Man, I don’t know.’ She combs through her hair once, detangling it on the exit, fingertips catching in the ends. ‘Honestly? Probably something like…’ She looks down, fiddling with her hands. ‘Never mind.’

‘No, what? Don’t do that,’ EZ bursts, grinning around the complaints. ‘You can’t do that.’

She shakes her head, attempting to dismiss his excitement, his building intrigue. ‘It’s just stupid. Shallow.’ Things she could admit to girl friends and nobody else, especially not him.

‘Try me.’

She looks him over, sitting against the wall beside her. Broad shoulders, soft eyes. A plain t-shirt with a logo she doesn’t recognise. He’s hardly a threat, hardly set up to judge her. There’s no kutte, no sign of the Mayans and all the shit that comes with them, just EZ. Ezekiel Reyes. The guy fresh out of prison, fresh in the club. Just as much of a clean slate as she wants to be.

‘God, okay.’ She sucks a breath in, puts her hands over her eyes like it might be easier to admit in the dark. ‘I think, well, I was going to say, sometimes I actually miss them hitting on me.’

He laughs, loud and deep and genuine.

She should have never expected anything less.

Her hands come down, desperate to defend herself. ‘No, like.’ She’s leaning forward now, a breath away from tapping on his stomach, from grabbing his shirt and making him be serious about this. ‘Listen, EZ, stop it. I can explain.’

‘Relax,’ he says, laughing still, but lifting his hands like he’s innocent. ‘I’m listening.’ The drink sloshes against his glass, meeting him at his lips afterwards.

‘Even when Sebastian was alive,’ she explains, talking through the scorching red blush in her face, ‘they’d try it. Not seriously, sure, but there was some fucking, jokey, acknowledgement that I’m, y’know, a fucking woman.’

He nods, holding back a smile by pressing his lips tightly together. He’s doing his best, he is, and if she wasn’t embarrassed on a deathly level, she’d be laughing with him. Instead, she’s paddling against the tide. Desperate to reach the side where he understands, and he isn’t laughing, and she doesn’t want to be eaten whole by the gap between the trailer’s couches.

‘Stop it,’ she pleads. ‘I know it’s stupid.’

‘It’s not.’

‘But now I’m on the other fucking side of the spectrum, and they act like I’m some wrinkly, old widow.’

‘It’s not stupid, Ava.’

‘Or a mother, actually,’ she continues, talking over him. ‘Like I’m Mom and Dad’s six feet under.’ And the rest of the club are the fatherless kids she’s left with, doomed to forever think she’s more mother than woman, more grief than life.

EZ’s quiet now, sitting back to watch her with a smile he isn’t bothering to hide. ‘Y’know, I can tell Angel to make a move, if it’ll make you feel better?’ A snort comes out of him, head shaking lightly. ‘Think he’d sleep with anyone who asked at this point.’

She recoils, face crumpling. ‘First of all, fucking, ew. Secondly, is that supposed to be a compliment? Am I that unfuckable?’

He laughs, nervous this time, blood rushing to his ears quick enough to be noticeable.

‘God, EZ, if I wanted to be humbled, I’d—’

He cuts her off, setting his glass on the windowsill behind. ‘Alright, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.’ He scrambles for words, palms raised to either side of his head, and then gesturing toward her. ‘You’re obviously, you know.’

She stares. She isn’t above begging for compliments, at least, not in her current state. Hot head, hotter heart. She smiles, prompting him to continue, ‘You know…?’

He matches her gaze, holding it, and her, still and silent for a moment. It’s dark in there now, the sun’s slipped beneath the horizon, just about, and neither of them have bothered to hit a light. The room’s dampened in a cool, blue, dusk. Just the green glow from the microwave clock, and the orange from the streetlamp through the window.

It feels smaller, suddenly. One room, one bed.

‘Sorry,’ she gathers herself, ‘sorry. I’m clearly in the desperate stage of drinking.’

It’s not on him to make her feel better, not about this sort of shit. It’s probably not a good idea, either, to even consider going down that road. Flirting with Mayans was only fun when it was harmless, when it lead to nothing because Sebastian was there, telling them to watch their mouths every time that they did.

EZ hasn’t looked away still, even though she’s looking down at her hands. She can feel him watching her. Brown eyes set.

‘I’m game,’ he says.

Her head tugs up. ‘What?’

He shrugs. There’s a smirk in the corner of his mouth, a glint in his eye. He looks boyish, charming, in a way he hasn’t before. ‘I’m game, if that’s what you’re getting at.’

‘But..’ She hesitates, doubt seeping through the pores. There’s no question in his meaning, from the way he’s looking at her, the way her heart’s beating in response—like it knows before she does, what it all means—but in his reasoning. His motivation. ‘Do you want to?’ she asks, hating how it makes her sound. It strips her back of confidence, wanting or not. ‘It’s not just, y’know, feeling sorry for the lonely widow?’

She’s older than him, and layered with baggage he could never dream of. Drunk and babbling about missing attention, even when it meant nothing at all. Surely he, of all people, has better choices, better options for fun, than a night with her?

His eyes flick to her lips. Just once, but lingering. ‘When have I ever said I feel sorry for you, Ava?’

‘Never.’ The word falls out without her having to think it. He’s never said it, never implied it, either.

‘Mhmm.’ He hums, and then he’s leaning forward, eyes on her mouth again, palm flat on the bed between them. ‘Can I?’

Can he?

She nods.

He kisses her once to test the waters; one hand to the side of her jaw, his lips gentle, careful even. When she doesn’t pull back, or screw up with regret, and guilt, the way he must have expected her to do, he goes again, harder, keener. Hit teeth catch hers as he deepens the kiss, a hot sigh pulled from the back of his tongue. She meets him there, kneeling to get closer, putting his face between her palms.

It’s the first time she’s kissed like this since Sebastian. Hungrily, uncaring of the time or place. Her lips open, wanting, her tongue tracing the edge. She puts a leg over his and then she’s sitting in his lap, all breath and heartbeat, and wild, spinning thoughts.

His hands are digging up her top already, shoving the material up her spine to her shoulders. They break apart long enough to get it over her head and onto the floor, then it’s back to kissing. He moves from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck. Puts teeth and panting breaths against the column of her throat.

‘You sure you want to?’ he asks, pulling back to look up at her. His eyes are darker than she expected, not glinting with possibility anymore, but deepening with need, lust.

She nods, chest heaving into his. ‘Yeah,’ she says, and then she nods again, pinching brows as she realises it herself, ‘I think I need it actually.’

She needs to be looked at like that again, to have someone’s palms to her thighs and her ribs and the cup of her breasts. To know that she can be wanted, for herself, for her body. To know it can happen again, now that he’s gone.

‘Will you?’ she asks.

He laughs—light and breathy—but nods, sincere in his answer. When he leans forward to kiss her again, he’s smiling. They both are. Lips to wanting lips.

>>> part four here

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