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Was she worth it?
That’s the question that Bishop asks Les as they sit on the porch outside of the clubhouse in Santo Padre. The two men are smoking cigars and watching Gilly beat the shit out of one of Les’s San Bernardino guys, Rhino, a bruiser who was stupid enough to get into the cage with him. Les winces as Rhino goes down before handing over a hundred bucks to Bishop.
“Yea.” He says blowing out smoke from the cigar. “She was worth it.”
“I was sorry to hear that she’d passed.” Bishop says quietly.
Les hunches over, it’s been a couple of months now and he still feels the agony inside of his chest. It’s why he’s on the road so much lately, he can’t stand to be home these days. The house is too lonely without you, everywhere he looks is another memory and he can’t face that.
“Yea.” Les whispers as he stares out into the darkness. “Me too.”
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Strings: Part I
Title: Strings
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader
Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.
She looks like you, that’s the first thing that strikes Les.
Her posture, straight and tense, the waves of hair falling over her shoulders, the serious set of her mouth. It isn’t until he enters the small diner and approaches the table that he realizes her nose and eyes are not like yours at all.
They’re a Packer���s.
The eye color is a mix, blue and green, like an unsettled sea. But the shape is most definitely Packer.
“Zoey, I presume?” As if she could be anyone else.
She nods once, those eerie eyes studying his face. “Mr. Packer.”
He hears one of his guys snort from a couple booths over. Hoosier from the sound of it. He wasn’t sure if this was a set up or not so back up was a must. Now, he’s regretting that decision. With a heavy sigh, he slips into the booth across from her. He doesn’t know if she knows anything about him, or Isaac. What you told her about her father. He doesn’t have enough information going into this meeting so he does what he always does in these situations: get the other person to talk.
“Alright, say what you have to say.”
She reaches under the table and pulls out a stack of slightly yellowed envelopes, all tied neatly together with a fraying blue ribbon. “My mom told me where to find these letters, in case anything happened to her.” She pushes them with shaking hands across the scratched formica towards him. “There’s not too many Les Packers in California. I just assumed…”
He recognizes the ribbon, remembers when he gave it to you, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. He had used it to tie the stems of wildflowers together in a poor excuse of a bouquet when he had asked you out to some music in the park festival in Redlands. The next day, after the wildflowers had been arranged in a canning jar with water, you used the ribbon to tie your hair back away from your face while you played the guitar on a dilapidated back porch. He can still remember what the curve of your cheek felt like under his fingers, soft as the satin of the ribbon.
He clears his throat. “So something has happened to your mother?”
Zoey nods. “Yeah.”
“Is she…” even after sixteen years of distance, he still can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
“No, but it’s bad. She’s in a coma.”
“For how long?”
“Six days today.” Zoey folds her hands in front of her and Les sees the ring on her middle finger. A small sterling silver band with a teardrop piece of turquoise.
“Your mama give you that ring?”
“No,” she turns it around her finger nervously. “I found it with the letters. In a safety deposit box. Do you want it-”
It’s a cheap thing he bought from a street vendor in San Diego. You had loved it, the colored veins in the blue rock. You had called it a piece of art and he handed over a twenty dollar bill for the treasure. He shakes his head. “Nah. Tell me what happened to your mom.”
“She was in an accident. On her motorcycle. She was coming back from a music recital at the middle school when a drunk driver clipped her. The police said she skidded across the road and h…h…hit a tree.”
That’s a nasty type of accident and it sounds like a miracle that you’re just in a coma and not dead. “Do you think that’s what really happened?”
Zoey’s entire face clouds over, tears gathering quickly in her eyes. “Yeah. The police arrested the guy.”
“So what am I here for?”
She pulls out another envelope, thick and wrinkled. “Here. It’s not a lot, about $560 but it’s all I have.”
He glances in the envelope and finds mostly $10s and $5s. “Where did you get this money?”
She fiddles with the fraying end of a braided bracelet around her wrist. “I’ve always saved up money. It’s just my mom and me. Some months are harder to pay the bills than others so I save up what I can to help when that happens.”
Les closes the envelope and sets it down on the table between them. It pains him to no end to hear that you’ve had to struggle financially because of him. Because of Isaac. And what little bit he had tried to do for you, to help ease that burden, wasn’t enough. “How old are you?”
“Fifteen.”
He nods in understanding. “CPS is starting to snoop around.”
Zoey uses a shaky hand to wipe away her tears. “Yeah. They’re talking about putting me in a foster home. I overheard the lady tell the doctor that they need to get me in placement as soon as possible for when my mom…” She chokes down a sob. “My best friend in school is in a foster home. She says it’s terrible. She sleeps on the floor, has to take care of the younger kids and work a part time job. And the father…”
God, what is wrong with the world? Like he needed that confirmation to make his decision. He slides the money back over to her, along with the letters. Her face falls, thinking he’s going to say no. He’s failed in protecting you and your daughter. He’s not about to let that mistake continue. He’s stayed on the sidelines for far too long.
“What hospital is your mama in?”
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El Presidente y La Princesa
Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings. (Bishop Losa x F!Reader)
(For the 2021 December Challenge. The event masterlist is here.)
CW: So many! Angst, fluff. Mentions of violence. Mentions of drug usage. Death. Mentions of attempted sexual assault. Language, smoking. Smut (PiV, protected). 18+ only.
Word Count: 8423
AN: This is what happens when insomnia rears its ugly head. This got way out of control. It was supposed to be a drabble. It’s also riddled with typos, and I don’t have beta readers so....
Requested by: the soon-to-be-hit-with-a-class-action-lawsuit for her Bishop Thots (tm), the lovely @massivecolorspygiant.
Politics in any M.C. is a tricky proposition. It’s complicated enough, handling the various personalities in a single charter. More complicated to navigate the various charters within a single club. The worst? Managing relations between clubs, especially those whose borders bump up against each other.
Obispo Losa has to deal with a lot of shit as el presidente of the Santo Padre Mayans. Helping a woman linked to a Sons of Anarchy club get revenge? It is the last thing he is expecting to deal with when he rolls out of bed that morning.
It’s Les Packer from SAMDINO that calls. Gives Bishop the entire rundown before the man even has his coffee, and so he’s pissed when he gets to the scrapyard. He calls the guys into Templo, and a headache is already building like a low pressure storm in his skull.
Thing is, this isn’t just Anarchy business: it’s Mayans business too. It’s that sticky, shadowy middle area between the two clubs. Bishop puts it to a vote, but he already knows he’s gonna do it, with or without official club support.
The play is this: the Reno branch of the Sons is led by a man named Hench. His only daughter—you—is on a fucking warpath, and apparently you’re both unstoppable and untouchable, being something of M.C. royalty within that club. Packer is hazy on the details, but apparently you are looking for a man from Santo Padre.
Scratch that. You’re looking for a man who was a prospect for the Mayans from a few years back. The man was named Ruiz, and he had failed to patch in almost immediately; he had been unreliable and was moreover a fucking idiot. Bishop pinches his nose and wonders why he hadn’t just killed the fucker back then.
His guys vote unanimously to help. It’s diplomatic relations, staying friendly with the Sons of Anarchy. Besides, Packer vouches for you, and SAMDINO has helped the Mayans more than once. Bishop owes them one—or ten.
“Great news,” Packer tells him when Bishop calls and offers their help. “I’ll let Hench know to send his girl your way.”
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Bishop waits at the scrapyard for you. Hank, Riz, and Angel wait with him, and even though it’s been a few days between now and the meeting in Templo, Bishop’s headache has never really waned.
He only knows two things about you: you’re Sons royalty, and you’re bent on revenge. The first fact makes him roll his eyes. He can imagine you as spoiled, the only daughter of a chapter president and his old lady, getting all these M.C. guys to rearrange their lives to help you. The second fact, though? What could drive a woman to hunt a man other than a few things? Bishop assumes the worst, so he softens his initial preconceived notions about you.
The rest of those notions fall away the moment you pull into the scrapyard. Chucky opens the gate and waves you through, and if Bishop was expecting a pampered princess in a nice ass car….well, it’s the first surprise of this entire enterprise. You pull in on a bike—an old-looking one with a motor like a tiger purring—and the only luggage you have is the saddlebags on the bike and a backpack on your back.
You pull right up to them, park the bike. Kill the ignition and when you take off your helmet, your hair tumbles out like you’re in one of those fucking music videos from the ‘80s. It’s one of the hottest things Bishop’s ever seen—you on that bike, hair cascading out in slow motion, gorgeous as all hell—and he draws a sharp breath.
So does Riz. So does Angel.
You dismount your bike, tug off your gloves, and your eyes flicker between the four men. You read their patches, and your eyes settle on Bishop. It’s a fucking jolt to his dick, making eye contact with you, but you’re all business.
“My Spanish is shitty, el presidente” you tell him, your hand outstretched. “But I’m guessing you’re the president here.” You introduce yourself, and your palm is warm in his.
“Obispo Losa,” he replies. “You can call me Bishop though.”
If he was expecting a spoiled princess, he is sorely disappointed. You’re polite. You introduce yourself to the others with the same straightforward manner, and then you’re back to business.
“Can we go inside and discuss the play?” you ask, and it takes every bit of Bishop’s restraint to not put his hand on your back as he leads you inside the clubhouse.
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Bishop can’t provide all of the resources of the club, and you understand. You nod along when he circuitously describes “on-going business” that can’t be neglected. But he offers Coco and Angel, and now that he’s seen you, he offers himself. He amends the original plan, because he doesn’t want fucking Riz cozying up to you.
He’s the damned president. He can run business from his phone if he needs to.
“That’s more help than I expected,” you say. “But I appreciate it.”
Angel and Coco do reconnaissance while you and Bishop cool your heels at the clubhouse. You pace, and you study the clubhouse walls. You turn down his offer for a beer, and you go outside to smoke even though the clubhouse reeks of old cigarettes. He joins you.
You’re solemn as a stone, and while you’re polite, you don’t smile. You present the same grim face as you had when you arrived. You take a new pack out of your pocket and light a cigarette, and then you turn to Bishop with a grimace as you exhale a plume of smoke.
“Just undid a year of cold turkey,” you tell him.
“You can always start again tomorrow.” He lights his own, inhales. “A year is about three hundred days longer than I’ve ever gotten.”
You snort at that and then sit on the steps. When Bishop hesitates, you gesture for him to join you.
Normally Bishop would charm you. He’s got a killer smile and dimples and all the charismatic shit that women eat up. But you’re a daughter of a president, and you’re stone-faced and solemn with the task at hand. Bishop has an unpleasant guess as to why you’re hunting Ruiz, and he is loathe to bring it up yet.
“That’s a nice bike,” he says instead. He points at where you’ve wheeled your ride, right beside his.
“Yeah?” You stand up, jerk your head in a “come on” way. He stands up too, and you walk over to where your bike is parked.
“1923 Indian Scout,” you tell him, and the pride is apparent in your voice.
Bishop tosses his half-smoked cigarette and grinds it out with his heel, then he studies the motorcycle closer. It’s a deep cherry red and chrome. Not mint after nearly a hundred years, but well-maintained. Well-loved. Well-loved by you.
It’s simply made compared to his giant custom bike. Lightweight. Looks like the clutch is foot-operated, and the numbers on the speedometer are ornate in an old-timey script.
“Indian started making these because they were lighter than their 1000cc PowerPlus bikes. This is 600cc. Easy to handle for beginners. My great-grandfather bought it for my great-grandmother so they could ride together.”
Bishop smiles. “A family heirloom then. Riding’s in your blood.”
You nod, smile back. “Before motorcycles, we were ranchers. Horses, bikes. It was a natural evolution.”
His phone rings just then, and it’s Coco. Ruiz has split from the apartment where he was squatting, so they are on their way back to the clubhouse to regroup.
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The day is a waste. You leave to get a hotel room, and you leave your number with Bishop in case anything develops before you regroup in the morning.
Something develops overnight, and he calls you. You answer on the second ring, your voice husky with sleep. Within seconds, you’re clear and understanding him and on your way back to the clubhouse.
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Day breaks early, and you and Bishop leave just as the sun is setting the east alight in soft oranges and pinks.
You leave your bikes behind. You grab your backpack and twist your hair into a tight, no-nonsense bun and nod at him that you’re ready. The two of you take a non-descript car from the scrapyard, but halfway to your destination, Bishop pulls over.
“I can’t let you see where we’re going,” he says apologetically. “It involves club business, you understand.”
You do. You understand the secrets and mysteries of M.C. life all too well, and you don’t say a word when he reaches over to blindfold you. It sends another pulse of arousal through him, to be so close to you. To lean that close, to brush his hand over your hair as he ties the blindfold. You smell warm, like caramel and brown sugar, and he swallows hard.
Maybe you sense his growing desire for you. The insane crush threaded through with lust. Your lips slant into a slight smile and you murmur, “most guys at least buy me dinner before we get to the kinky shit.”
He chuckles and grins back at you, though you can’t see it. “I’ll take you out for a nice steak after this is over,” he promises. “Do it out of order, I guess.”
He drives the rest of the way to Vicky’s, and then he helps you out of the car. You’re unsteady and uncertain on your feet, and he takes your hands. Helps you down the ladder into the tunnel under the border, and he settles his hands on your waist to help you hop that final step.
Still, you stumble, unsure of the distance to the ground, and he holds you. You lay your hands on his chest to steady yourself, and then huff in frustration.
“Almost there, querida,” he murmurs, and he leads you into Mexico.
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On the other side of the border, he removes your blindfold. You blink at the sudden light, take in the scene. Bishop points at the dusty truck parked nearby, and the two of you climb into it.
They got intel during the night: Ruiz is hiding west of Laguna Salada, in the rocky outcropping and little mountains there. There’s some family land, a shack hidden away in the hostile environment. He apparently fled there when he heard that you were looking for him.
You find the shack. You don’t find Ruiz. Judging from the lack of tire tracks and the layers of dust in the place, he never was there at all.
Back to the tunnel entrance. Blindfolded again, and back to the States. Bishop can hear you grinding your teeth in rage, so he circles around in the car for a mile and then returns to Vicky’s. Takes the blindfold off of you and takes you in for a beer.
A lot of women would be outraged to have a drink at a brothel. You are just your polite self—shaking Vicky’s hand, introducing yourself to the few girls milling around.
Then you turn to Bishop with that same slanted grin. You don’t say anything, but you’re obviously thinking something amusing.
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Over a few beers, you open up a little about your life with the Reno charter.
“Hench is a good president,” you say as you raise your bottle to your lips. “Fair. Tries to keep drama to a minimum.”
“All good presidents should do that.”
You shrug. “All should. Not all do. Some guys make it to the top of a charter just to live out their macho bullshit fantasies of guns and women.”
Bishop chuckles. He’s seen it happen to other clubs. “Yeah, I try to avoid unnecessary drama.”
You smile around the edge of your bottle. “That why you’re helping me track a nobody prospect who flunked out of the Mayans?”
“That’s just good politicking, sweetheart,” he replies. “Besides, I’m always down for a little revenge.” A beat, and he asks what���s been tormenting him this whole time. “What’d Ruiz do to you?”
You drain your bottle and wave for another, and you don’t start the story until you’re halfway through that one.
It’s pretty near to what Bishop had thought: Ruiz tried to rape you. There’s no easy way to say it, because that’s what it was.
“The Sons in Reno have a big blow-out party every June,” you tell Bishop. “Anniversary of the founding of the charter and all that. The clubhouse is out in the desert, and the cops look the other way so long as we keep it tame.” You pause, smile at him. “Tame for an M.C., at least.”
You continue, sketching out the scene. Tons of food and booze, loud music. A bonfire. Bikes revving as guys compared the latest tweaks to their rides. All the bikers and their old ladies, their adult children and girlfriends and buddies. You were there, of course, as were your cousins.
“My cousin Jess is…” You trail off, hold your hand out and make a see-sawing motion, indicating instability. “Been in and out of rehab, hangs out with a questionable crowd. She brought along a few guys that seemed grimy but okay, I guess. One of them was Ruiz.”
The rest of the story is a slide into darkness, and Bishop clenches his jaw until it creaks from the pressure. Ruiz, denied a patch by the Mayans, nurses a grudge against all clubs now. You were wary of him—he creeped you out—but when Jess handed you a drink, you assumed it was safe.
“My own mistake,” you tell him, shaking your head. “The drink was drugged. My cousin was in on it, and they got me alone in the back of the clubhouse. But I had a bad reaction to whatever they slipped me because I started throwing up, and once it was out of my system….” You pause, polish off the rest of your second beer. “Ruiz didn’t do anything other than rob me. No time to do any real damage. But he stole my purse and the jewelry I was wearing, and then he and my cousin and his guys left before one of the Sons found me and got Hench.”
“Fuck,” Bishop breathes out.
“Yeah.” You sit back and look at him, your expression grim and resolute again.
“Why isn’t Hench handling this though?” he asks.
You lean forward again and fix Bishop with those solemn eyes of yours. “He took care of Ruiz’s buddies and Jess. They are handled.” The way you say the last word, there’s no doubt what you mean. “But he also knows that I need to get my own justice against Ruiz himself.”
Bishop nods and then gives you a small smile. “I guess you’re not the type of woman to sit back and let the guys have all the fun.”
You return his smile with your own. “You guessed right, Obispo.”
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It takes days to get solid intel on Ruiz. Coco and Angel beat on doors, and sometimes they beat up people, but there’s no good lead at first.
“I’m taking up a lot of your time and resources,” you apologize to Bishop a few days after Vicky’s, but he chances to put his hand on your shoulder, squeezes it reassuringly.
“Ruiz was a Mayans prospect,” he tells you. “So he’s our problem too.”
You stay in a nearby hotel, and you spend your days at the clubhouse. You’re naturally restless, Bishop guesses. He gives you a tour of the clubhouse, shows you Templo. You whistle appreciatively at the table, his heavy gavel.
“You guys do it up with a little more style than our club,” you joke.
You chat with E.Z. when he’s cleaning or tuning up the bikes, and you ask all the guys endless questions about their bikes. Your own bike is tucked away safely, but Bishop learns it’s not your only one. You have five motorcycles altogether: a small chopper that Hench got you when you graduated from high school, an all-purpose touring bike, a basic standard, and an ultra-fast Yamaha that’s earned you more speeding tickets than everything else combined.
And your vintage Indian. It means something, Bishop guesses, that you came on that and not a faster or more powerful bike.
Bishop eats dinner with you every night. Sometimes he takes you out to local places, but just as often he orders in and the two of you eat at the clubhouse. Over the days, you and he get to know each other better. He tells you about growing up near the Salton Sea, being in the service.
You tell him about life in Reno. Hench is your stepfather, technically, but he’s the only father you’ve ever known. Your mother died from cancer when you were in middle school, and the man never once treated you as anything less than blood.
Bishop admits, after a few drinks, that he thought you’d be more spoiled. More precious or fussy.
“Thought you’d be a real princess,” he remarks, and it makes you laugh for the first time since he’s met you. Your laugh is deeper than your voice, rougher. Smoky in a way that curls around the base of his spine and makes that spark of lust light up in him.
“How do you know I’m not just on my best behavior?” you tease. “Maybe I’m a complete bitch once I’m comfortable with people.”
“I doubt it, princesa,” and that’s what he calls you going forward, even when it earns him a playful frown and a little growl in the back of your throat.
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A week into the entire operation, Coco gets a lead that proves good. Ruiz has a place, his home base, in the nothingness that stretches between Joshua Tree and Mohave, but it’s not a needle in the haystack that it may seem to be. Ruiz has done a lot of damage over the past few years, and a friend of his—who Ruiz frauded—rats out the man in exchange for an easy hundred.
You want to move immediately, so it’s just you and Bishop. The club’s work for the Galindo cartel still needs to happen, so Bishop leaves Hank in charge of the Vegas delivery so that he can help you.
You and Bishop leave in the scrapyard’s truck. Just before you climb in, you stride over to your bike and pull a wicked looking knife from your saddlebag, and you slide it into your boot before straightening up and looking him dead in the eye.
That’s the problem with you, Bishop decides in that moment: everything you do is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Taking off your helmet. Draining a longneck of beer. Smoking a cigarette with a guilty expression. Sliding a Bowie knife into your battered motorcycle boots and then glaring at him, as if daring him to comment on it.
“Let’s go, princesa,” is all he says, and you nod and climb into the truck.
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The closest landmark is Ludlow, so Bishop pulls off at a gas station to refuel. You go inside to use the bathroom and to buy snacks, which makes Bishop smile when he sees the haul: sour gummies and pretzels and beef jerky and soda. But your face is solemn when you climb back into the truck.
This part of the world, there’s not a lot to see other than sand and scrub. Bishop follows the GPS, turns off onto a narrow road about five miles past Ludlow, and the narrow road eventually cedes to little more than rutted tire tracks.
A quarter mile from Ruiz’s trailer, Bishop kills the engine.
“We go the rest of the way on foot,” he says.
If this were Hollywood, there’d be a spectacular showdown. Bishop would use the handgun he’s holding, you’d take the second pistol he hands you. You’d surround the rusty trailer, taunt Ruiz, maybe land a debilitating shot before rushing inside and finishing him off.
But this is real life, and real life often disappoints. Ruiz is inside the trailer, but you’re too late to get revenge: the man is dead on his couch, stretched out and clearly the victim of his own addiction. His skin is a greyish color, and he must have been dead for over a day.
“Fuck!” you shout, and you turn to kick the cheap paneling of the wall. Your boot goes through it, and your foot gets caught. Bishop slides his gun back into his waistband and helps extricate you.
“I’m sorry—” he starts to tell you, but you jerk yourself out of his hold. You storm past Ruiz’s body and disappear into the back of the trailer. Bishop follows.
“It’s gotta be here,” you mumble, and Bishop watches as you toss the bedroom with the efficiency of a tornado. “Jess said he kept it.”
“What are you looking for, princesa?”
You turn and glare at him, but Bishop knows the heat behind your expression isn’t for him. You’ve been denied your revenge, given an anticlimactic moment in the desert. The blade of that wicked knife tucked in your boot won’t get to taste any blood.
But it isn’t just revenge after all. You run your hand through your hair in frustration, tug against it as you look around the room. “When Hench and the guys questioned my cousin, she said that Ruiz kept trophies. That he’d use the cash and credit cards he stole from me, that he’d sell most of the jewelry, but that he’d keep a trophy.”
“So…” Bishop isn’t quite tracking with what you’re saying.
“So I don’t give two shits about the cash, and I already cancelled the credit cards. I found the pawn shop where he dumped most of the jewelry, and I found everything but the necklace. Ergo, it’s here somewhere.”
“You’re looking for a n—”
“It has to be here.” You stare back at Bishop, and for the first time since he’s met you, he sees an emotion that isn’t cool cunning or smirking sarcasm. Your eyes shimmer with tears, and you swipe them angrily, as if you hate showing any weakness.
“Okay. So let’s find it. What’s it look like?”
You describe it, and you start to attack the room like a dervish again, so Bishop walks up to you. He lays his hands on your upper arms and stills you. Your anger radiates off of you like heat, and if he thinks you’re gorgeous any other time, you look luminous when you’re angry. He wonders what it would be like to fight with you, get your blood boiling like it is now, then take you to bed. He thinks, if you were his old lady, he might pick fights with you just to get you torqued up like this.
“Take a breath,” he tells you in his most official president-voice. “We’ll find it if we do this smart.”
You take a deep breath and then another. He breathes with you, the two of you matching your inhalations together. He helps you steady yourself. You nod at him and some of the tension leaves your frame, so he nods back at you.
The two of you take it inch by inch. It takes an hour, which is just enough time for your simmering rage to rise back up in you, but Bishop eventually finds it. Ruiz had a battered shoebox hidden away in a top cabinet in his kitchen, and Bishop pulls it down and sets it on the counter. He opens it, sees what’s inside. He calls you over.
You stand next to him, close enough that he can smell that warm caramel scent of you. You look over his shoulder, brushing against him, and then you whistle low.
“Shit,” you say, taking in the contents of the box. “That’s a lot of trophies.”
It is. Ruiz had been a busy little monster, judging from the jumble of stuff in the box. There’s driver’s licenses and photos. There’s a set of keys, two saint’s medals, and a little resin statue of the Lady of Guadalupe. There’s a tarnished silver hair clip, and a dried out flower like something a woman might have worn in her hair.
There’s also jewelry, probably stuff too insignificant to pawn. Cheap charm bracelets and mood rings. You dig through the stuff, and then you cry out in relief and hold up the necklace: a thin silver chain with three silver charms—a sun, a moon, and a star.
“That’s the one?” Bishop asks, but he already knows. You’re already putting it back on your neck, and any remaining tension melts away.
You don’t give Ruiz’s body a second glance as you march out of the trailer. Justice came for him in the form of death, and judging by the number of trophies in that box, it was justice that was well deserved.
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It’s only when you’re halfway back to Santo Padre that you run into trouble.
The truck has a habit of overheating, but E.Z. was supposed to have fixed the thermostat issue. On a lonely stretch of Route 62, the truck starts to sputter and the dashboard lights up with warning lights. Bishop pulls over just before the truck stalls, and when he climbs out and pops the hood, a plume of white steam greets him.
It’s not a great situation. He calls Hank, but nearly everyone is in Vegas making a run. He tries to call Packer, but the call doesn’t go through. The two of you are too far from Twentynine Palms to walk, and besides, the sun is setting.
People who’ve never been in the desert wouldn’t know, but it gets cold quickly once the sun goes down.
“Bad news, princesa,” Bishop tells you. “Help is a ways away.”
You aren’t much of a princess, though. You only grin at him in the deepening dusk and hold up your armful of snacks from the gas station.
“Looks like we’re sheltering in place then,” you reply. “Thank god I got provisions.”
The two of you eat. It’s a feast of jerky and candy and pretzels, all washed down by atomic yellow Mountain Dew and dark colas. There’s still a restless energy to you, but the solemn, serious rage you had been harboring is gone. Ruiz, your would-be attacker and feckless thief, took himself out. You retrieved what belonged to you.
“What is it about that necklace?” he asked in the darkness of the truck. It’s not too cold yet, but the temperature is dropping noticeably now.
You turn on the bench seat, and he can feel your eyes on him. “It was my mom’s,” you tell him quietly. “Hench bought it for her when he proposed. She was pregnant with me, and her fingers were too swollen for a ring at the time.”
Bishop gets the whole story there. How your mother, when she got pregnant, was abandoned by your biological father. How she met Hench soon after, and how she doubted his instant infatuation for her.
“She thought he’d skip out once she started to show,” you tell Bishop. “But he was in it for keeps. Kept telling her that he wanted to marry her, raise me as his own. It was love at first sight for him, and she just couldn’t believe that this tough fucking biker could be such a softy, especially for a pregnant waitress in a Reno diner.”
“There are a lot of preconceived notions about us bikers,” he replies.
You snort. “Yeah, well…Hench proposed with this necklace. Told my mom that her and I were his sun, moon, and stars, and it was so corny she finally said yes. He eventually got her a ring, but she always wore this necklace. Every day until a few days before she died. She gave it to me herself.”
“I can see why it was important to you.” His voice is quiet, and he can hear you moving beside him, as if you’re nodding.
Bishop won’t tell the other guys in the club the exact story. He’ll embellish some parts so that it sounds more impressive than it was, the two of you coming upon Ruiz already dead and just tossing the trailer until you found a simple necklace with a lot of history to it. Didn’t you travel from Reno on a family heirloom too? The bike from your great-grandmother, the necklace of your mother…you value the legacy of things more than the things themselves.
Bishop will keep a lot of this between you and him, because he feels like he’s in rare company, being let into your inner life like this. Bishop guesses that you’re a private person, and he feels honored somehow to have been on this mission.
You feel it too. “Thank you for your help, Obispo Losa,” you tell him. “I know you had better things to do, so I’m in your debt.”
“No debt, princesa. But I do owe you that steak dinner before you go back to Reno.”
You laugh. “The beef jerky doesn’t qualify?”
“Nope. You bought that, and the steak is on me.”
You laugh again, and you start to say something, but then you shiver against the mounting cold in the cab.
“Come here,” he says. He shrugs out of his kutte, and he hands it to you. You hesitate for a second, probably understanding how intimate the gesture is, wearing a man’s patch like that, but then you pull it on. It’s big enough on you that you pull your arms in like a turtle, making it warmer.
Bishop rolls his sleeves down to cover his own arms, and he settles against the back of his seat. Makes himself comfortable, then extends an arm to you.
In the dark cab, you understand his meaning, and you scoot over and nestle under his arm. He wraps it around your shoulder, pulls you closer to him. Waits for you to get comfortable too, which means your head is tucked under his chin, and the warm scent of your hair is right under his nose.
“You’re warm,” you say after a stretch of silence, and Bishop chuckles.
“The Losa’s are a warm-blooded people.”
“Thank you again, Obispo.”
“You can call me Bishop, princesa.”
You turn your head against his chest to stifle a yawn. “I like Obispo. Not a name you hear all the time. It’s a good name.”
He’s still thinking of a funny reply when he feels you falling asleep against him, then hears the light snoring. He wraps his arms tighter around you, and when you adjust sleepily, when you end up curled against him with your head in his lap, it takes every bit of his strength to keep himself under control.
When Hank and Riz turn up hours later, Bishop has never been so happy to see the cavalry.
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You are planning to return to Reno the next day, but true to his word, Bishop takes you out for a nice steak dinner in celebration. He skips the fancy places where people like Galindo and his wife dine, and instead he takes you downtown. There’s a place owned by an old Santo Padre family—the restaurant isn’t anything special, but the steaks are fucking divine.
You agree to let him pick you up at your hotel, and you shake your head playfully when he pulls up on his bike. You step back inside your room and grab your helmet, then you climb behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.
He takes the long route to the restaurant.
It’s a nice meal, just as he promised. He orders a bottle of good wine for the table, and the two of you chat more. The conversation is light now—no more stories of revenge or sad personal histories. The two of you flirt, and Bishop realizes halfway through his porterhouse that you aren’t just flirting lightly. You are flirting with intention: you’re studying him, watching to see how innuendo lands with him.
By the time the two of you are sipping some after-dinner brandy, you are pretty much openly ogling him in the middle of the restaurant.
Bishop settles the bill, and you murmur your thanks again. On the bike, behind him again, he can’t tell if you’re settled closer against him, the swell of your breasts against his patch, or if it’s just wishful thinking.
At the hotel, he parks the bike. He walks you to your door, and he pauses as you scan your key card.
“Want to come in?” you ask, and you arch an eyebrow at him to make your meaning clear. Bishop wants nothing more, but etiquette tugs at his conscience.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “I feel like the daughter of a president is off limits.”
You frown but reach out to finger the edges of his kutte, straightening it a little. “In all of the time we’ve spent together in the past week, have you gotten any impression that Hench is overprotective of me?”
“No, but—”
“Did Hench let me seek my own vengeance, or did he keep me locked up in a tower while he got it for me?”
Bishop smiles. “I doubt that any tower could hold you, princesa.”
“Damned straight, Obispo. I’m a grown woman, and Hench lets me settle my own scores. He also lets me handle my own love life.”
“I still can’t imagine he’d be happy with you hooking up with an M.C. guy.”
You laugh at him, run your finger over the collar of his shirt, toy a little with the first button. “Yeah, he’d rather see me married off to some white-collar middle manager who cheats on me with his secretary.”
“Point taken.” Bishop takes a half step closer to you, enough for his nose to pick up that warm, sweet scent of you. Like caramel, he’s always thought, and he actually salivates at the thought that he could put his mouth to you…
You step backward through your open door, but you pinch the edge of his kutte between your thumb and forefinger. You tug him gently inside, and it’d be easy to break your hold and leave. He should, probably. He might be stepping into a world of hurt, despite your reassurances about your father.
But he’s spent over a week with you. Went to sleep with the scent of you his in nose, the sound of your low voice in his ears. Actually held you in his arms last night and tucked you in his vest to keep you warm. He kept himself under control because of the mission at hand, but now…
He crosses the threshold of your hotel room, and he kicks the door shut just as you move towards him, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him. It’s a clash at first, because both of you try to take control—your mouth fuses to his, and you lick at the seam of his lips boldly until he opens his mouth to you. It’s a fucking jolt to him, how pushy you are. Bishop wonders if you’ve been measuring him the past week too, thinking about him in the same salacious way.
Bishop can’t remember the last time he’s been with such an assertive woman. Such a pushy one. He’s usually the one leading the dance, el presidente, but he’s been calling you a fucking princess for days, and that probably outplays a president. He groans as you kiss him, as you sweep your tongue into his mouth and taste him. You taste like the brandy you had after dinner, and you taste like the ghostly, guilty cigarette you probably snuck before dinner.
Then he feels your hands on him. You push his kutte off, tug at the buttons of his shirt, and he has to hurry to catch you up. Normally he’d make his hands gentle, but you nearly have him naked before he’s even figured out the fastenings on your shirt, all the tricky little buttons and hidden button and decorative hardware the passes for fashion in your world. When he tugs it off of you finally, you actually growl against his rough treatment and arch into it. Keening for more.
He obliges.
It takes no time at all for you to get him out of his clothes, and once he understands the tenor of the situation, he gets you stripped too. He regrets that he doesn’t get to savor it, to take his time, but there’s been a pent-up energy growing between the two of you, and this is it’s breaking point.
It’s a frantic moment. There’s no foreplay, or rather—the foreplay was over dinner, or even further back, like the night in the truck where he gave you his kutte to keep you warm. No foreplay means you push him backwards, your warm hands groping him the same way he’s groping at you, and then you push him off balance until he falls onto the bed.
Bishop also can’t remember the last time a woman has wanted him so fiercely. There’s no shyness, not an ounce of coyness or restraint when you climb onto him and slot your mouth over his again. He’s slowed down since his younger days: he sometimes hooks up with women who come to club events, and sometimes he indulges with one of Vicky’s girls, but he’s never felt so pursued. Like he’s the prey instead of the predator.
The thought, if possible, makes him even harder. Makes his cock twitch against the soft skin of your inner thigh where you’re straddling him.
“I suppose I should ask if this is okay,” you murmur against his lips, but you shift your head to kiss his neck, nipping at his pulse point and making him growl before he can answer.
“Fuck, are you kidding?” His hands on your hips, he pushes you down more firmly onto himself, breathes deeply through his nose at the feeling of your wet heat against his leg.
You answer him by pulling away a little, gazing down at him with a studious look. Like you’re gauging his words against his wants, and Bishop imagines that his desire for you is apparent on his face…and elsewhere on his body. You finally give a satisfied nod and climb off of him.
For the scant moment where you’re standing by the bed and rooting through your backpack for a condom, Bishop gets to study you. The jeans and shirts you’ve worn over the past week did little to hide the shape of you—the curves of your ass and hips, your breasts. But naked, he can see that you have almost as much ink as him. It’s just been hidden by your clothes until now.
There’s a reaper on one shoulder, a variation of the Sons logo. You aren’t a patched member, obviously, but it marks you as part of their family. On the other shoulder is a bloom of cherry blossoms with what he assumes is your mother’s name in elaborate calligraphy. A line of small moons march down the knobs of your spine, from crescent to full and back to crescent, right near the small of your back.
When you turn a little, he sees one he can’t quite make out on your ribcage along the side, and another on your hip. But by then, you have the condom in hand, and you toss it to him, and his study of you is over.
It goes too fast. Far too fast for Bishop’s liking, actually. He rolls the condom onto himself, and then you straddle him, and after you ask again if it’s okay and he gruffly says ‘yes,’ you are sliding onto him.
Even through the latex, he can feel the incredible heat of you, the vice grip you have on him. There’s no time to enjoy it, because you don’t wait: you start to ride him at a frenetic pace, your gorgeous tits bouncing, and even when Bishop lays his palms on your hips, there’s no holding you back. You’re taking what you want from him, and it makes his blood heat up to be so passive to such a pushy woman.
“Fuck, princesa,” he groans out. He can already feel his control unraveling, can feel the tension tightening at the base of his spine. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“I know,” you pant out, and Bishop registers the words but doesn’t consider them in that moment. He’s focused on you—the warm scent of you that’s filled the room, the throaty whine in the back of your throat as you impale yourself on him over and over. Your eyes are narrowed in concentration, and your hands brace yourself against his chest—until you shift one back to yourself, circle a skilled finger around your clit, hastening your own release too.
When you come, Bishop isn’t sure what part of it pushes him over the edge with you. You still against him, you arch your back as you cry out, but he can feel every twitch and tremor along your molten cunt. You throw your head back, but the hand still on his chest spasms too, cuts your short nails into his skin with a sting of pain, and Bishop comes too.
After you both calm, and after you dismount, Bishop goes into the bathroom to clean up. When he returns to the room, you’re stretched out on the bed, the sheets pulled up to your waist. You open your mouth to say something, but he crawls into bed beside you, and the surprise is apparent on your face. It takes him aback.
“You want me to leave?” he asks, but you shake your head and move over to make room for him. He tugs you to him, and it’s like the night of the truck again—you nestled against his chest, right under his chin.
There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, and then Bishop asks, “was that okay for you?”
You shift a little, nuzzle against him more. “Yeah, it was great.” A beat. “Was it okay for you?”
He glances down at you but can only make out the curve of your cheek from his vantage point. “Also great. A little fast, maybe.”
That makes you shift again. You lift your head to look at him, those curious eyes of yours still giving him a jolt like the first time he met you. “That was fast for you?”
“It wasn’t fast for you?”
You shake your head and smile. “No, that was about the average amount of time. You gotta go quick or…” You trail off and shake your head again, and Bishop tries to parse out your meaning. Your earlier words return to him, when he warned he wouldn’t last. I know, you’d said.
He can fill in what you leave off. You gotta go quick or you won’t get to come too.
Bishop chuckles and tweaks your chin, pulls you in for a gentle kiss. “What two-pump fuck boys have you been messing around with, princesa?”
Unbelievably, that seems to embarrass you. Not tearing him out of his clothes and wantonly fucking him in the span of minutes. You slide your eyes away from his, but he cups your face. Makes you look at him.
No wonder you reached down to help yourself along. You’ve probably been fucking with boys who don’t take care of you. No wonder you took care of yourself. And no wonder you looked surprised when he climbed back into bed with you after it was over.
“I can last longer than that,” he tells you, and he sees how his words make a shimmer of desire pass over your face before you school yourself.
“Sure,” you reply, unconvinced.
“I can. And I bet I can make you come again without you even having to touch yourself.”
You roll your eyes at that. “Big talk, Obispo.”
“No talk then. I’ll just show you.”
He slides out from underneath you, turns to press you down onto the mattress. He catches the look of surprise, then your smile just as he kisses you.
Bishop goes slow. Probably slower than he ever has before, though maybe it just seems slower because of how fast you went. If you were a dervish with all that restless energy, Bishop moves like a glacier. He puts his mouth to every inch of you, gentle and deliberate, until you are trembling underneath him and whining for release. He doesn’t give it; he just teases you more: drags the tip of his tongue over the outlines of your ink, slides one and then a second finger into you. Crooks them until he finds the spot that makes you gasp, and he grins against your hip, bites lightly against the curve of you.
He only breaks away long enough to retrieve a second condom from your backpack, and then he’s on you again, parting your thighs to make room for him, teasing at your swollen folds with the tip of his cock. You raise your hips, try to hasten him along, but he doesn’t allow it.
“Patience, princesa,” he growls by the delicate shell of your ear, and that makes you shiver. Makes him smile again, and he kisses you lazily as he slides into you a second time.
Bishop can guess at the sort of men you’ve been with before. Probably bikers, or biker-adjacent assholes. The type of men who consider a woman a conquest just for fucking her, not for leaving her satisfied. Bishop’s always considered it a mark of pride, making his women come, but this feels different.
This isn’t just the satisfaction of leaving you fuck-drunk and sated afterwards. It also isn’t the pride of being an older man fucking such a young woman brimming with life. It’s more than that—it started the second you pulled into the scrapyard, the moment you shook his hand and gazed into his eyes. The moment he edged out Riz and kept Coco and Angel from you, kept you to himself.
Hasn’t he been looking for a woman like you forever? A bold one, an audacious one. One who knows the life, who accepts it but challenges it where necessary. A woman who lets the men in her life handle some battles for her, but who takes her revenge where she sees fit. A woman who can be lead but not ruled.
He buries himself into you, notes the way you whimper softly when he stills. You’re probably sensitive from the first round, so you probably feel every inch of him inside you. He can certainly feel the way you twitch against him, the involuntary way you clench at him.
He keeps it slow. Deliberate. Pulls out a fraction before pushing back into you, and he adds an extra swivel of his hips that grinds the base of his cock against your swollen clit. He knows it’s working for you: you gasp every time he does it, and your eyes get glassy and dazed. You reach a hand down, but it isn’t to touch yourself. Instead, it settles on his hip, your warm palm just feeling him as his pistons himself into you.
Who knows how long it takes? To you, it probably feels like an eternity, given your disappointing past lovers. In that span, though, Bishop makes you come twice…and he doesn’t slow down or speed up, but just drives through it. He grits his teeth against how tightly you grip him, but he doesn’t slow.
“Obispo,” you pant out after you come the second time. “Are you—”
“You got one more for me, princesa,” he whispers against your neck. “One more, and I’ll come with you.”
It’s easy to coax a third one out of you. After the first, you’re so sensitive that everything he does gets a response. The slow, deliberate drive of his cock into you. The calloused thumb that tweaks your diamond-hard nipples. The way he kisses and sucks against your neck, his bristly mustache and stubble raising a red burn that he soothes with his tongue.
Then you finally come again. You gasp out his name, and you arch underneath him, and then both of your hands are on his head, hauling his mouth to yours. You sigh into the kiss, breathe out a whimpering ‘fuck’ as he feels your orgasm roil through your body like a tidal wave. He gives up too, abandons his own restraint, and the coil of tension snaps as he buries himself into your clenching heat and spills harmlessly into the condom.
Then it repeats. He climbs off you, goes to clean up. Climbs back into bed, only this time you look stunned into lazy satisfaction. He pulls your lax body to him and waits for you to say something.
It takes a long beat before you do.
“Jesus Christ,” you finally mutter.
“Told you.”
You tilt your head to look up at him. “You smug bastard.” He can hear the smile in your voice, and he grins down at you.
“Don’t they make ‘em like that in Reno?” he asks.
You snort. “I don’t think they make them like that anywhere. You might be a custom model, Obsipo.”
“Damn straight.” He strains his neck to kiss your mouth, your lips kiss-swollen and red. Then he releases you, presses your head into the space between his chin and his chest where it fits so perfectly.
There’s no pillow talk. Like last night in the truck, you fall straight to sleep, snoring lightly against him. Bishop isn’t long in joining you—good sex makes him relax, and great sex makes him sleepy too.
But already the calculating part of his president’s mind is planning: you’re going back to Reno in the morning, but would it be that hard to build something with you? It would be an easy thing, he thinks. Las Vegas is about the same distance from Reno and Santo Padre. He’s in Vegas all the time—how hard would it be to get you there, sync up your schedules? Ease you into the life of his charter, have you meet all the guys, come to a party or two?
He’s el presidente, after all, and he’s been searching for a woman like you for a long time. Not an old lady for a biker, but a princess who can hold her own against a king.
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A SMALL ( FOR NOW ) LIST OF THINGS TO BE PREPARED FOR IF YOU GO ON A MISSION WITH SHARON :
she is in charge of your documentation 9 times out of 10. don’t get into an argument with her before she finalizes your passports, etc or she will purposely assign you a lame cover name.
if the two of you are meant to pose as a married couple she has used ‘mr and mrs petri ( like the dish )’ from that one episode of the x - fi*les.
alternatively, she likes to use names from old movies when she can get away with it. roles of rita haywo*rth, lana turne*r, and lauren bac*all are favorite go - to’s
she is a light packer for missions and she will absolutely make fun of you if you are not.
if she’s the one flying the quinjet ( which if it’s just the pair of you she probably is ), she’s in charge of the in - flight music. be prepared to be subjected to everything from dreamboat annie to spiceworld on blast.
yes she sings along.
#✬ ◟ i'll act however i like‚ regardless of what you want. ⁞ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 : 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚜.#✬ ◟ i never wanted to play the damsel. ⁞ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 : 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.
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We just roll around beneath these sheets
Les Packer pretty please!!
Young!Les Packer Series - Fallen Star
Les can't get enough of you, the way you feel in his sheets as he makes love to you, the waning afternoon light filtering though the wooden blinds as he kisses you as if his life depends on it, as if yours does to.
Your eyes are on his, your fingers threading in his hair as your back arches meeting his thrusts. You're close, he can feel it in the way you tighten around his cock, your fingertips digging into his tattoos on his shoulders, that pretty flush creeping cross your cheeks.
When you come, he comes with you spilling his release deep inside as your thighs grip his waist drawing him in all the way to the hilt.
In the aftermath he holds you close, his thumb sweeping over the ridged scarring of the brand that has been seared into your skin.
He remembers the first time he saw you, walking into the general store in that sundress, the edges of the brand peeking out across the flat of your shoulders.
"She's one of those Fallen Star girls." Timbers had said to him. "That cult on the outskirts of the forest."
"You mean the hippies?" He'd replyed pulling on his leather gloves.
"Man, you haven't been around long enough to know the shit that they get up to." Timbers tells him.
He knows now, he knows that they don't value their women, that they treat them like a commodity. He knows that they brand them, try to cow them, treat them like livestock. You've been with the cult five years due to your father but they still haven't broken your spirit.
"You can't go back there." He whispers as his fingertips trace across your cheek. "I can't take this anymore. I can't stand the thought of them hurting you."
"They'll come for me if I stay." You say as he trails over the star blazed into your shoulder. "You know they'll kill us both."
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Strings: Part III
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader
Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.
“When was the last time you ate?”
Zoey covers her mouth with her hand as she chews the massive bite she just took out of a hamburger. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles behind her hand. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. Kinda killed my appetite.”
Les forces a smile at the comment, memories of shoving greasy bags of take out into Isaac’s room whenever “inspiration” took hold of him. Isaac would write, paint, sing, draw, whatever outlet of creativity happened to strike him at the moment. He would become obsessed with self-expression to the point that he would forget to eat or sleep. Les was once again shoved into the position of caring for his younger brother. The fact that Zoey shares in that temperament kills Les’ appetite and he slides his untouched burger over to her.
“So CPS is off your back and you’re feeling okay with that?”
She nods her head emphatically. “I was so scared of where I was going to end up. My friend, Tilda, her foster family actually made a request for me to live with them.”
Ah yes, the friend with the handsy foster father. “Tilda, that’s your friend who sleeps on the floor and takes care of the kids, and…”
Zoey grabs a fry and dips it in the small plastic cup of ketchup. “Yeah, that’s her.”
It infuriates him thinking about the possibility of Zoey being in that same situation. “What’s the family’s name?”
She looks up at him with those hopeful eyes. “You can get her out of there? Can she live with us?”
Les holds up his hand. “Slow down. First of all, I’m only here until your mama wakes up. So ‘us’ is very temporary. Second, I don’t know what to do about your friend but I’m willing to look into it. If something can be done, I’ll do it. But don’t go giving her false hope.”
Zoey nods in understanding. “I get it. Thank you, for whatever happens.”
He snags a fry off her plate. “Your mama got me into dipping these things in hot wing sauce whenever we would go to music festivals. If we couldn’t find that, we used bbq sauce.”
Zoey smiles and slides a couple of the ketchup cups towards him. They’re not filled with ketchup but bbq sauce. “She taught me that too. So is that how you two met? At a music festival?”
Les takes another fry from her plate. “No, it wasn’t a music festival. We met in high school.”
Isaac had been caught smoking a joint in the boys bathroom that afternoon. Thank God he had unloaded the crack he had brought to school that morning or else Les would have been waiting for him down at the police station and not at the high school. Their mother was on her way to the school but she had to finish her shift at the steakhouse before attending another sit down with the principal over her out of control son. Their father just flat out refused to even speak to the school anymore.
So Les has an hour to kill before Isaac is released into the frustrated hands of his parent and he ends up going where he always goes: the music room. No one knows he plays the guitar, that he started teaching himself at the age of ten. His father took him along to one of his motorcycle club’s parties and one of the guys had a guitar sitting in the garage with an inch of dust on it. Les had found a music book in the beaten up case and taught himself how to play jingle bells that night. It only progressed from there. He can now play by ear and has his own instrument stashed behind a stack of tires in the garage.
But as he approaches the door to the music room, he hears music already spilling out into the empty hallway of the high school. It’s a mix of guitar and percussion. He peers through the small window to see who is in the room but he only sees you. He watches as your fingers dance along the frets and strings, and then he sees you strike the body of the guitar with the heel of your hand. That creates the percussion sound. He doesn’t even realize he’s opened the door and stepped inside until silence replaces the music.
You stare up at him with wide, surprised eyes. He takes in a breath to say something but you jump to your feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
He holds his hand up to stop you. “No, don’t go.”
“I don’t want any trouble. Please.”
Fucking Isaac and his reputation is starting to pull Les’ reputation under as well. Les is a senior, keeps his grades just above passing even though he could have straight A’s. He thought he was just playing it cool but perhaps his actions were listing him into degenerate space. He doesn’t like seeing the fear in your eyes, the tremble in your hands around the neck of the guitar.
“No trouble. Promise.”
He gives you a small smile and that seems to calm you somewhat. “Okay. Um, do you…do you play?”
He sticks his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugs. “A little, yeah. Not like you though.”
You duck your head in embarrassment and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just messing around. It’s not exactly traditional skills. Mr. Elledge would kill me for hitting the body of the guitar like that.”
“I thought it was beautiful. Could you teach me?”
You think about it for a minute before nodding. “Okay. Sure.”
He remembers taking that guitar from you, the strings still warm from your hands. He remembers the scent of your shampoo, rosemary and thyme, as your hair fell over the both of them as you maneuvered his hands into the percussion positions. He remembers the warmth of your body pressed against his back. He remembers the desire that settled under his skin that prompted him to seek you out every day after that at school.
“My mom plays the guitar?”
The question wounds him. “She used to play all the time.”
“Huh.” Zoey sips at her soda. “I’ve heard her play the piano and a little on the cello, but never a guitar.”
He wonders what it was exactly that made you give up the guitar, the instrument that was constantly in your hands. He hopes he’s not the reason why you gave up the thing that brought the two of you together. That thought causes him to worry what your reaction will be when you wake up from the coma. “Well, when she comes to, you’ll have to ask her to play something for you.”
Zoey nods silently, taking his words as they were intended: hopeful.
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January Reflections
Hello! How would you rate your first month of 2020 so far? I can’t believe it’s almost February but a lot has happened in the world already, hasn’t it?
The biggest news, as you’ve heard, is that the world lost iconic basketball hero, Kobe Bryant, in a helicopter crash. What makes it even more tragic is that his 13 year old daughter was also in the helicopter, along with 7 additional people. No one survived.
That day, I had part of my family over to celebrate Lunar New Year. We all were shocked and though we weren’t huge fans of his or anything, we definitely felt the sadness of such a horrible event. I was grateful having them with me and grateful for their health and well-being.
On a lighter note, this month also had the Golden Globes which saw both Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt win awards making many people wish they’d get back together. The SAG Awards also happened and that occurred on the same day when the San Francisco 49ers beat the Greenbay Packers earning them a spot in the Superbowl. Being a Bay Area native, I’m very excited to watch it this coming Sunday. Oh and how about BTS performing live with Lil’ Nas X at the Grammy’s? Always great to see the Bangtan boys at a major U.S. event! (I still wish they got nominated for best pop album or record of the year.)
Current events aside, one of my new year resolutions is to wake up earlier. Who am I kidding - it’s been a ‘resolution’ since autumn! Well, I’m happy to say that I have been getting up earlier most days and I got up extra early to catch the morning sunlight when I took these photos (by myself, with a tripod; though I unfortunately forgot my lipstick).
I experimented with another location earlier but it just didn’t work out. I knew I wanted to test out this wall area and I’m glad I did. I’m glad I didn’t allow my self-conscious thoughts/my ego to keep me in my car. I allowed my desire to shoot as a means to pull me through the potential funny looks and get past the fear that someone might steal my equipment.
I love each piece in this look - the wide elbow (aka dropped sleeves), and tapered sleeves are very on-trend and the pleated shoulder pad details give it that extra swag. It’ll also look great with blue jeans, amongst other bottoms. The high-waist, pink cargo pants run small but when I sized up, it was perfect. I’ll be pairing this with many of my sweaters this winter season! The faux crocodile patent leather booties offer a nice contrast to this casual look.
Hope you had a nice January and here’s to a better month ahead for us all!
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Black sweatshirt with shoulder pads and dropped sleeves by ZARA. Although this top is now sold out, I’ve linked one here that’s really cool, sleeveless and looks like the one by The Frankie Shop (which every IG fashion blogger seems to have) except more affordable. This one linked here has long sleeves and is by Mango. Another similar top here.
Pink, high-waist, ankle length cargo pant by ZARA. This one is also sold out but here and here are similar items.
Faux crocodile calf-height boots by Koi Footwear from the nastygal.com site; similar pair in brown here; ankle height version here, and cute alternative in black here. Also all on sale!
Sunglasses: The Last Lolita by Adam Selman x Le Specs
Bag: old, from Nordstrom; cute alternative here (it’s also faux leather and has a cheetah print lining similar to my bag which I showed in an old post here)
#ZARA tops#zara pants#pink ZARA cargo pants#faux croc boots#shoulder pads#le specs#nastygal#womens cargo pant#black sweatshirts#ootd#fashionblog
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THIS IS GRAEME PARK: LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 09SEP22
In this week’s Long Live House Radio Show 09SEP22…
AC Soul Symphony
Dam Swindle feat. Jungle By Night
Milton Jackson & Ski Oakenfull
Beyoncé
D.C. LaRue
Demarkus Lewis
Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes
Lenny Fontana & Vangela Crowe
Disclosure
Purple Disco Machine
Inner City
Armand Van Helden
Nina Simone
X-Press 2
Basement Jaxx and more.
THIS IS GRAEME PARK: LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 09SEP22
Title (Mix), Artist
Manhattan Skyline (JN Spirit of '77 Mix), AC Soul Symphony
Call Of The Wild , Dam Swindle feat. Jungle By Night
Need Your Love, Milton Jackson & Ski Oakenfull
Break My Soul (Terry Hunter Remix), Beyoncé
Let Them Dance (Dr Packer's Robotic Dub Mix), D.C. LaRue
Get That Groove (Deez Main Mix), Demarkus Lewis
Don't Leave Me This Way (Dave Lee Philly World Mix), Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes
Love Yourself (Moplen Disco 3000 Remix), Le Croque & Carla Prather
Hell Yeah (David Morales NYC Club Remix), Lenny Fontana & Vangela Crowe
In My Arms, Disclosure
All Shook Up, Superlover
Dished (Male Stripper), Purple Disco Machine
Good Life, Inner City
I Want Your Soul, Armand Van Helden
Losing You (84Bit Remix), David Penn
See-Line Woman (Riton Remix), Nina Simone
Your Ragga, Alex Preston
French Kiss, Stefano Noferini
Babarabatiri (David Penn Remix), Todd Terry & Gypsymen
If You Wanna, Leftwing : Kody
Muzikizm (Paul Reid's X-Press2on Mix), X-Press 2
Red Alert (Club Mix), Basement Jaxx
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Tracklist 12-31-21 Sanctuary (Ray Mang extended remix) - Horse Meat Disco/The Phenomenal Handclap Band Love On Hold (feat Tawatha Agee - Dr Packer extended remix) - Aeroplane Antibodies feat. Cara Melin (Original Mix) - Cara Melín, Tensnake Italo Disco (Extended Mix) - Lifelike Post Meridian (Original Mix) - Stranded Leave Me at Night - CYRCONE Break My Heart - Letherette Love Is Sweet - PETE LE FREQ Starlight (Extended Club Edit) - Daisybelle Hotmood - If You Wanna Dance Natasha Kitty Katt & The Knutsens Never Going Home (Tonbe Remix) Tonbe Sweet Time feat. FitzRoy (Yuksek Dub Remix) - Kraak & Smaak Moves at Midnight (Original Mix) - Ian Ossia Free At Last (Mousse T. Extended Mix) - Anna Leyne, Wankelmut Love If You Need It (Mousse T.'s extended Classic Shizzle) - HORSE MEAT DISCO FEAT FI MCCLUSKEY Disko Dakka (Club Fever Pt 1) - THE MAGICIAN Watch the Sun (Extended Mix) - Fred Falke, Zen Freeman I'm Not Defeated, Pt. II (Honey Dijon's Fiercely Furious Dub) - Fiorious The Word Is Love (Alfred Azzetto Classic Re-Work Remix) - Sharon Pass, Steve Silk Hurley Style, Class, Flair (Original Mix) - U-Tern Happy House - Original - Juan Maclean Opposite of Crazy (Feat. Bloom Twins) [The Emperor Machine Remix] - Purple Disco Machine I Walk Alone (For Your Love) (Dr Packer extended remix) - Seamus Haji & Those Guys Vertigo (JN Spirit Of 78 Mix) - Adeline (US), Jkriv Solar Breakfast - Rory Phillips GCP (original mix) - PBR Streetgang Dance - CONFIDENTIAL RECIPE Feel The Spirit Move You - Chrissy Drop One - Bodhi Stepper - Anz Are We There Yet? - Jubilee Stepper - Anz (whoops) Pickle Head (original mix) - Deekline/Firestar Soundsystem Sound of Underground (Remaster) Jackal and Hyde One - Two (feat. ShesCreams) - DJ Schreach Peak - MAGIC CITY I-95 - Jubilee BMW Track - Overmono Diamond - Sobolik Uh Yeah (Thee Acid Song) (Salva remix) - Thee Mike B feat Boy Stephen/Robyn Katz A2 - Bandwagon Esq - Dj Archaea Cuddle Puddle (Step Into My World) - Chrissy Darkside - INTERPLANETARY CRIMINAL B.R.O.K.E. (KUCKA edit) - K Lone Get Funky (Bailey Ibbs remix) - MKII Baby - LSDXOXO Alien Mode - Pearson Sound Three 'O Three - Public Energy Luvli Dae :) - DJ SWISHA & OSSX HANDS UP THUMBS DOWN [ DEGREE REMIX ] - BLAQSTARR EVERYTHING IS IN ITS RIGHT PLACE (REMIX) - DJ Technics Creator (Scottie B Remix) - Santogold Smells Like Teen Spirit - DJ Sega BLUNTED [CLUB MIX] - PEPSI SINE BONUS ARCADIA - EL BLANCO NINO Nothing To Prove (Doctor Jeep remix) - DISTRO Lost In A Dream - Chrissy Shadows (feat. Tigerlight) - Skapes TEMPER FUSE - WTCHCRFT How He Werk - TASO x DJ IZZO (The Lufthansa Heist) OMG - DJ Deeon Hoochie Mama - 2 LIVE JUKE Fuck Dat Ass (Umbertron Remix) - DJ Funk Wurkinn da Bass (Original Mix) - DJ Earl, Dj Taye REST IN PEACE - 6BLOCC U Been Gone (feat DJ Rashad) - ADDISON GROOVE Stay Fly VIP - TASO x KINFOLK Riposte - Ikonika
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Skis & Snowboards En Solde
adidas zx flux pas cher femme dispose d'une base de daim noir avec léopard queue de cheval détaillant qui comprend un imprimé léopard et de la banane semelle. en haut Suivant est le 'Green Fer' superstar noir blanc, et il est certainement sur le côté moelleux, ce qui rend pour la version d'un automne parfait de la chaussure vient dans un corps essentiellement 'Iron Green', dans le matériau néoprène pantalon asics femme standard et est fini avec des notes de noir et bleu sarcelle.In ses mémoires Derek Jeter écrit sur la façon dont Jordan Brand lui a envoyé plus d'une centaine de paires de chaussures pour l'année beaucoup qu'il ne portait pas, qui ont été tous construits spécifiquement pour la cheville. Si vous aimez la adidas honey mid ou 13 alors ceci est le cadeau de Noël parfait pour début you. Le snoop dogg est une conception mélangé avec la vitesse et le style. Doté d'une base en cuir noir et blanc avec Chaussures De Ski En Remise des détails en daim violet, motifs rayés avec des coups de bleu et jaune. Le bape x undefeated campus pack comprend un de couleurs une en noir et l'autre à la fois en utilisant olive camo et en suède avec l'image de marque et undftd bape sur le dos des talons. Découvrez la vidéo ci-dessous pour plus de détails sur cette annonce spéciale, et restez à l'écoute pour plus d'sneaker bar sur la nouvelle collaboration de jb. Si vous aimez ce que vous, alors vous pouvez acheter votre propre sculpture soit silhouette pour 2250 Skis & Snowboards En Solde $ un pop. Le printemps est enfin là, ce qui signifie qu'il est temps de sortir nos coureurs. Avec la sortie récente de adidas chile 62 qui a lieu aujourd'hui, nous obtenons maintenant un regard d'aperçu lors de la prochaine. Les prochaines packer chaussures chef d'orchestre hi américains nj utilise un thème patriotique. Ce coloris neutre, mais le contraste lourd est le complément parfait pour votre collection d'automne.via : Asics Si nous pouvions choisir Nate dix fois pour cette liste, nous le ferions (Yahoo. Les deux sculptures sont si parfaitement créés et détaillées que nous nous demandons si ceux-ci pourraient éventuellement Chaussures De Ski Homme être des paires réelles de chaussures qui ont été plongées dans le bronze. Asics a les plus grands noms de deux basket-ball et le monde des baskets en ce moment à Kobe Bryant, Kevin Durant et James. pas a une date de lancement officiel de sa première version rétro. Découvrez ci-dessous la photo supplémentaire et chercher à marquer ces maintenant chez des détaillants comme sns. www.fr-ski.com/chaussures-de-ski
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Say my name
for Les Packer
You whisper at the pinnacle of release. "My real one."
His grip tightens on your hips and he slows his motions, he looks into your eyes and he breathes it and the noise you make...
It kills him.
When your father had joined the cult you had been reborn and the name they had given you was Aurora. You fucking hated it.
Les is the only person who calls you by your real name, the only one who knows who you really are.
He says it again and you come for him, the orgasm tearing through your synapses as he drinks down your pleasure with a thousand greedy kisses.
"You'll never be Aurora to me," he tells you in the aftermath. "You'll always be who you are right now."
***Part of the Fallen Star Universe - Young! LES Packer ***
#les packer soa#les packer mayans#les packer x you#les packer x reader#les packer#young!lespacker#fallen star series
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Strings Series (Les Packer x Reader)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader
Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.
Part I
Part II
Part III
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Dragon Age!
Shits yeah! LET’S DO THIS.
Disclaimer: I’m the most familiar with DA2 and DA:I, so most of my answers will be based on those games.
001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:
Favorite character: Cassandra fuckin’ Pentaghast
Least Favorite character: Blackwell. I think he’s got an interesting story, certainly, and he is genuinely a nice dude, but for whatever reason he just doesn’t grab me. I sort of end up forgetting about him.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):
Cassandra x f!Trevelyan/f!Adaar
Leliana x f!Amell
Isabela x f!Hawke
Fenris x Hawke (either)
Josephine x Inquisitor (any) (it’s adorbs no matter which way you slice it)
Character I find most attractive: Le sigh. Well, this one is obvious.
Character I would marry: Yeah, I’d marry her, too, even though she’d probably try to drag me to church on football Sundays. The Maker understands how important Packer games are, trust me.
Character I would be best friends with: Sera, Hawke. Let’s go tear some shit up.
A random thought: Am I ever going to play DA Origins? I should totally play DAO. But when am I going to find the time? Is it backwards compatible? Where the hell is my 360, anyway? OMG, there are so many Warden backgrounds. How do you people keep all this straight?
An unpopular opinion: I think Varric was underutilized in DA:Inquisition. I didn’t really find him compelling. He was just kind of…there?
My canon OTP: Isabela x f!Hawke
Non-canon OTP: Cassandra x f!Trevelyan
Most badass character: Look, clearly I am a Cassandra stan, but it’s not without reason! She’s a total badass in a lot of ways, and you can tell that both the writers AND programmers were in love with her. She’s written very well and with a lot of attention (as opposed to some other characters, who either got short-shrifted or were riddled with inconsistent characteristics), but she’s also an absolute tank in battle and doesn’t suck down your potions, unlike some other warriors (*coughs* BULL *coughs*). Even if you auto-level her, she’s a damn beast.
Pairing I am not a fan of: Sorry guys, but I really am not in to Cass x Varric. Also I don’t like Cullen x Inquisitor.
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I’m not as well-versed in all the lore as most fans, but as I understand it, Solas could have been done a little better. It seems that his plan isn’t very well thought out, and perhaps not consistent with prior established elvhen history/lore. Although I definitely enjoyed the reveal at the end of Trespasser and am looking forward to DA4.
Favourite friendship: D’awwww. Sera/Inky is great. Same with Varric/Hawke. Also, Sera/Bull and Sera/Blackwell. Sera is just a cutie, okay?
Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I just started reading Asunder, and honestly, I’m digging Wynne. She can be my mage mom. And never speak to me or my son Cole ever again.
#yayayayayaa this was fun#thanks for the ask friend!#dragon age#fandom#asks#sorry this is all about cassandra but what are ya gonna do
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Everything You Need to Know About Madden 20's X-Factor Abilities
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Everything You Need to Know About Madden 20's X-Factor Abilities
Last Edited: August 6, 2019 at 6:37 AM
Abilities and Zone Abilities (the latter also called X-Factors) are new additions to the Madden NFL series starting with Madden NFL 20. Both are tweaks to how players perform at their position, but there are important differences between them.
Abilities are given to about 80 players who are denoted in-game as “Superstars.” These abilities are passive and always on. Most players have no abilities, some have one, and others may have multiple. In the screenshot below, we see Baker Mayfield is one such Superstar. He has two abilities: Last Ditch (which gives a better chance at getting a pass off in the act of being sacked) and Roaming Deadeye (which gives perfect pass accuracy when a pass is executed from outside the pocket).
Note that in Mayfield’s case, Roaming Deadeye’s boost is relative to the receiver rather than the game situation. Just because Mayfield throws a “perfectly accurate” pass doesn’t mean it can’t be deflected or intercepted. It just means that it will be delivered to his target’s hands assuming he’s not getting sacked or otherwise pressured. Depending on the target, even a perfectly accurate pass could still be dropped.
X-Factors are given to 50 players who are denoted in-game as X-Factor players. X-Factors are passive like abilities, but they are not always on. If a player has an X-Factor, they have only that one. Below we see Drew Brees who, in addition to having four abilities, also has the Fearless X-Factor. Fearless allows him to throw every pass with its accuracy unaffected by any defensive pressure.
When a game starts, X-Factors will be off; the player needs to perform specific actions during the game. As they do these actions, they will start to get “in the zone.” All X-Factor players will have an X under their feet on the field, and when they are fully in the zone, the X will start sparking and flashing to indicate it’s on. It can be turned off and on without limit during the game assuming the conditions are met.
The indicator that shows the charge level of your X-Factor players is subtle. It’s shown only during play calling screens and you may miss it in the heat of choosing a play. In the screenshot below, the Cincinnati Bengals are the active team. Look for the large red circle in the bottom-right corner. The interface shows the QB and HB both are X-Factor players and that neither have achieved any goals toward how they need to activate their X-Factors.
Note that the status of opposition players is not shown to you on the play calling screen. In the game shown above, the Baltimore Ravens have Earl Thomas III, the free safety, who is also an X-Factor player. However, because this game is a single-player one, Thomas’s status of X-Factor is not shown despite him being actively on the field.
Opposition X-Factor players are shown briefly during pre-snap coach cam. After a play is chosen and prior to the snap whether you’re on offense or defense, hold R2/RT to bring up the coach cam. You’ll see your X-Factor Players either on the left or right part of the screen, and the opponent’s X-Factor players on the other side.
While the coach cam is on, you can also tilt the right stick up or down to view the exact locations of any X-Factor players. Note that the play clock continues to tick down while you’re doing all this, so if you’re on offense you’ll need to make and decisions quickly so you’re not hit with a delay of game penalty.
On the main menu and on player cards in Franchise, you can see what conditions are needed to toggle the X-Factor. Continuing the Drew Brees example, notice below that he must make consecutive passes that travel at least five yards in the air. With enough consecutive passes done, his X-Factor will activate. However, the X-Factor will turn off as he takes sacks.
Note that if you play Face of the Franchise or Be a Player in a standard Franchise file, your character will always have an X-Factor. You can change it freely between games, and you can unlock more when you reach 85 OVR in each archetype for your position. Either way, you can view what a given ability or X-Factor will do before selecting it.
If you play a standard Franchise file in Be a Coach or Be an Owner mode, most players will not develop abilities or X-Factors. Players who already have them cannot change them.
From the main menu as seen above, you can view all the X-Factors and standard abilities of all players within the league. Head to the Settings tile (with the little gear), then select “View Superstar X-Factors.” In a Franchise file, there is no quick way to view the entire league like that, so instead you’ll need to look for their player cards.
Below is a list of all the players in Madden NFL 2020 who have X-Factors, which team their on, what position they play, and what their X-Factor does. The list is current based on the most recent downloadable roster as of August 5, 2019.
Arizona Cardinals[edit]
No X-Factor players
Atlanta Falcons[edit]
Julio Jones, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Baltimore Ravens[edit]
Earl Thomas III, FS Zone Hawk: Increases the chance he’ll make a deflection or interception in zone coverage Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Buffalo Bills[edit]
No X-Factor players
Carolina Panthers[edit]
Luke Kuchly, MLB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Christian McCaffrey, HB Satellite: Increases chance of RAC and possession receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 10 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Cam Newton, QB Freight Train: Increases the chance the next tackle attempt will fail Activated by scrambling for over 10 yards and not taking sacks
Chicago Bears[edit]
Khalil Mack, LOLB Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Eddie Jackson, FS Zone Hawk: Increases the chance he’ll make a deflection or interception in zone coverage Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Cincinnati Bengals[edit]
Geno Atkins, DT Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
AJ Green, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Cleveland Browns[edit]
Odell Beckham Jr, WR Rac ‘Em Up: Increases chance of RAC receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Myles Garrett, RE Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Dallas Cowboys[edit]
Ezekiel Elliott, HB First One Free: Significantly higher chance of success on the first juke or spin during a run or reception Activated by rushing for over 10 yards and not taking tackles for losses
Byron Jones, CB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
DeMarcus Lawrence, LE Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Denver Broncos[edit]
Von Miller, LOLB Fearmonger: Pressures the QB (and lowering their accuracy) even while engaged by a blocker Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Chris Harris Jr, CB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Detroit Lions[edit]
No X-Factor players
Green Bay Packers[edit]
Aaron Rodgers, QB Gambler: AI-controlled defenders of all positions cannot make interceptions, only deflections. Player-controlled defenders can still intercept with proper timing. Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Houston Texans[edit]
DeAndre Hopkins, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
JJ Watt, LE Fearmonger: Pressures the QB (and lowering their accuracy) even while engaged by a blocker Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Indianapolis Colts[edit]
Andrew Luck, QB Pro Reads: The first open WR during a passing play will be highlighted on-field if the QB stays in the pocket Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Jacksonville Jaguars[edit]
Calais Campbell, LE Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Jalen Ramsey, CB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Kansas City Chiefs[edit]
Travis Kelce, TE Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Patrick Mahomes, QB Bazooka: Maximum throwing distance is increased by 15 yards Activated by completing passes that fly at least 30 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Los Angeles Chargers[edit]
Joey Bosa, LE Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Melvin Gordon III, HB First One Free: Significantly higher chance of success on the first juke or spin during a run or reception Activated by rushing for over 10 yards and not taking tackles for losses
Derwin James, SS Reinforcement: Increases his chance of shedding run blocks, tackling runners, and deflecting passes Activated by forcing incompletions or performing tackles for loss, and not allowing yards
Philip Rivers, QB Fearless: Negates pass accuracy penalty when pressured by the defense Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Los Angeles Rams[edit]
Aaron Donald, RE Fearmonger: Pressures the QB (and lowering their accuracy) even while engaged by a blocker Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Todd Gurley II, HB First One Free: Significantly higher chance of success on the first juke or spin during a run or reception Activated by rushing for over 10 yards and not taking tackles for losses
Miami Dolphins[edit]
No X-Factor players
Minnesota Vikings[edit]
Harrison Smith, SS Reinforcement: Increases his chance of shedding run blocks, tackling runners, and deflecting passes Activated by forcing incompletions or performing tackles for loss, and not allowing yards
Adam Thielen, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
New England Patriots[edit]
Tom Brady, QB Pro Reads: The first open WR during a passing play will be highlighted on-field if the QB stays in the pocket Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Stephon Gilmore, CB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
New Orleans Saints[edit]
Drew Brees, QB Fearless: Negates pass accuracy penalty when pressured by the defense Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
Cameron Jordan, LE Unstoppable Force: Quicker block shedding Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Alvin Kamara, HB Satellite: Increases chance of RAC and possession receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 10 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Michael Thomas, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
New York Giants[edit]
Saquon Barkley, HB First One Free: Significantly higher chance of success on the first juke or spin during a run or reception Activated by rushing for over 10 yards and not taking tackles for losses
New York Jets[edit]
Le’Veon Bell, HB First One Free: Significantly higher chance of success on the first juke or spin during a run or reception Activated by rushing for over 10 yards and not taking tackles for losses
Oakland Raiders[edit]
Antonio Brown, WR Rac ‘Em Up: Increases chance of RAC receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Philadelphia Eagles[edit]
Fletcher Cox, DT Fearmonger: Pressures the QB (and lowering their accuracy) even while engaged by a blocker Activated by sacking the QB and not allowing yards
Pittsburgh Steelers[edit]
Ben Roethlisberger, QB Pro Reads: The first open WR during a passing play will be highlighted on-field if the QB stays in the pocket Activated by completing consecutive passes that fly at least 5 yards in the air and not taking sacks
JuJu Smith-Schuster, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
San Francisco 49ers[edit]
George Kittle, TE Rac ‘Em Up: Increases chance of RAC receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Richard Sherman, CB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Seattle Seahawks[edit]
Bobby Wagner, MLB Shutdown: Tightens coverage on WRs and increases the chance he’ll make an interception Activated by forcing incompletions and not allowing yards
Russell Wilson, QB Blitz Radar: Highlights on-field any non-linemen who are blitzing after the snap Activated by scrambling for over 10 yards and not taking sacks
Tampa Bay Buccaneers[edit]
Mike Evans, WR Double Me: Increases chance of aggressive receptions in single coverage Activated by making catches of over 20 yards (including yards-after-catch) but needs to be targeted by passes consecutively
Tennessee Titans[edit]
No X-Factor players
Washington Redskins[edit]
No X-Factor players
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