#Mayans mc imagines

[ravennaortiz]

A coffee with Manny where he falls in love with the reader who works at the office for the scrap yard? 🥺

Hello Love! Enjoy!

Manny wasn't looking for anyone when he showed up at the Santo Padre Clubhouse.

He had a lot on his plate and mind which is how he ended up bumping into you as he ran up the steps.

"Sorry" stated Manny as he righted you and quickly bent to pick up the papers and files on the ground.

"No worries" you replied cheerfully as you knelt to help the handsome Mayan who batted your hands away. "Let me ma, least I can do after running ya down" chuckled Manny.

Manny couldn't help but let his gaze linger as you walked away towards the office of the scrapyard. The gentle sway of your hips had him wanting your mamas phone number so he could thank her for what she blessed you with.

Once Manny was inside he was beating himself up for not getting your name. His eyes landing on EZ he inquired with him before even saying hello.

"Seems like you have charmed some one" chuckled Bishop as he dropped off another vase of flowers, your fave chocolates and a bear with a note. You laughed as you shook your head. The last month you had been getting gifts on the regular from Manny.

"You know a verbal apology was all that was needed for bumping into me" you laughed as you called Manny. Manny chuckled before replying "What can I say I'm a long apologizer ma. Let me apologize for all the apologies and treat you to dinner tomorrow night"

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[justanoasisimagines]

Visting at work

Summary; You decide to take your two children to see Angel after you youngest has a rough day! Pairing; Angel Reyes x Female!Reader (Bishop's Daughter) Wordcount; 523 A/N; Hey my lovelies back with another Drabble! If anyone wants to see more of this little family, feel free to drop me some ideas because I'd be more than happy to write for them again! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Wheels scattered pebbles along the road as you pulled into the clubhouse. Afternoon was beginning to appear as you leaned your head against the steering wheel. Attempting to gather something, anything.

"Mamá, are we going to see Papa?" Marisol, your four-year-old asked as you glanced in the wingview mirror.

"Yeah, baby. Let me get you out of the car." Running your hand over your hair, you pushed open the car door, before retrieving Marisol and beginning to unclip Diego from his car seat attempting to not wake the sleeping baby.

Marisol circled you impatiently as you raised her brother slowly and carefully to your chest. You loved your children you did. They were the light of life. Somedays however were easier than others and today had been one of these days.

Nothing appeared to substate Marisol's boredom. You tried for hours to find something which would occupy her. Nothing. Then Diego cried constantly because he'd refused to go down for his nap becoming overtired and restless.

Slipping your hand into Marisol's, you lead her towards the Clubhouse. Marisol dragged you towards the door, knowing exactly where were you going.

Pushing open the door, Marisol let your hand go, little legs running to the left.

"Abuelo!" Marisol yelled., wincing in response, you turned your head to see Diego stirring. It was quiet while it lasted. Following behind Marisol, you slowly attempted to rock Diego attempting to get back to sleep.

"Hola, papá" You greeted your father, Bishop's eyes lit up, as he picked up Marisol into his arms, holding her tightly. She leaned to press a kiss onto his cheek. When you were close enough, he circled an arm around you bringing you into a one-armed hug, and kissing you on your cheek.

"How's my girl?" Bishop asked as you leaned enjoying a moment, before Diego resumed crying again. Pulling away, you began to attempt to soothe him.

Bishop didn't need an answer to his question. He knew the look on your face. He glanced around the room attempting to find someone who could retrieve Angel.

Moments later, Angel and Ez strode through the double doors, Marisol wiggled to get down, determined to reach her father. Diego continued to cry. Bishop opened up his arms, silently asking you to pass Diego over.

"Hey beautiful." Angel made his way over to you, taking the time to appreciate you body. Shamelessly allowing his eyes to roam.

"Hey you, how is everything?" You asked, Angel drew you, his free arm settling you into his chest. Whenever Angel was asked, he always said if he could have it his way all three of you would be in his arms whenever possible. You were who he fought for everyday, you were who kept him on the right path.

"Better now you're here. Your Dad might finally allow me to take a break. Little man still not sleeping?"

"He had a nap in the car, but not for long enough."

[juicesgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

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

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-hails🧸

[your-space-brain]

The Space Between

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn

The way he looked at you could’ve melted a nun. His dark eyes were so brooding, with so many thoughts trapped behind them that he just couldn’t voice. His complicated mind held so many trapped notions that wouldn’t forth from his lips. He was given the curse of remembering everything.

You were his object of affection. He looked at you and the corners of his lips turned up, the subtle action lighting up his whole face. You watched him walk to you and raise his hand, to touch your fingertips to his.

You did the same, touching your fingertips to his rough ones, if it wasn’t for the clear barrier between you of glass. Instead, you were met with the smooth coolness, and he pulled his hand back as quickly as it was put up.

You could never be too sure in prison. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and as EZ picked up the black phone, so did you.

“Hey, mi ciela.” The phone receiver was pressed close to his mouth, so he could talk lower, so the others didn’t hear. He didn’t need you used as a weapon against him on the inside. His voice slowly soothed your nervous system.

“Hey, EZ.”

“How are you doing out there?”

“It’s lonely.”

“…I know.”

He didn’t regret taking the heat for the Reaper Run. He didn’t regret the beating that he got from the cops. He regretted leaving his heart behind on the outside.

“Have you been taking the money that I told Angel to give you?”

“Do I ever?”

He exhaled, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. You never did. You were so stubborn. You were about as headstrong as he was, if not more. If the situation was different, you’d argue with him.

“You need to. It’s my money.”

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”

“I’m good, miel, I’m good.”

“There’s money on your books?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I got me, querida.”

“I know, but…” There was a moment of silence, your desperate eyes looking at his calmer, more stoic ones. “Are you keeping busy in there?”

“I try. They rip books down the spine so you only get part of them. Kind of hard to read a book when you start and stop right in the middle.”

You frowned, and changed the subject again. “Does it hurt bad?” You asked of the marrings on his skin from the police batons.

“Not too bad. Reminds me to keep moving.”

“Did they—”

“Reyes.”

They didn’t need to say it. Time’s up. 5 minutes, once a week. Your heart jumped in your throat as he stood.

“I love you.” You were desperate. He looked you right in your eyes, and you knew he wouldn’t say it.

��I love you.’ He mouthed, before nodding as if to confirm it before he turned away. You could never be too careful. Showing emotion just got you hurt in there. 604,800 seconds, you would wait, just to get your 300 seconds with him.

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[kenzie30david]

Little Reyes

Pairing: Bishop x Reader

Summary: You’ve started hanging with Angel and his crew more meaning you’re spending more time with Bishop. 

Tonight was like any other night.  Angel picked you up and the two of you rode over to the scrap yard. You hear Angel’s motorcycle pull up outside your door so you eagerly walk and do one more check in the mirror before you walk outside. You scan your outfit noting your crimson tank top you’ve paired with a pair of black jean shorts and your combat boots. When Angel sees what you’re wearing he shakes his head. “There ain’t no way in hell Imma let you go to the scrap yard looking like that. Go back and change.” Shaking your head no you hopped onto the back of his bike and headed to the party. When you arrived at the scrap yard you looked around and see that all of the guys were there but you were only looking for one person in particular. Once you spotted him you could already see that his eyes were on you. “Damn mamita you’re looking good tonight.” You turn and see Coco staring at you. Before you could respond you hear a thud and see Bishop’s hand come in contact with the back of his head. “That is not how you talk to women dumb ass.” Coco huffs as the rest of you burst out laughing. You slowly walk toward Bishop you see a glimmer in his eyes. “Thanks for coming to my rescue. Although I could have handled his drunk ass.” Your response causes a chuckle to fall from Bishop’s lips. “I know hermosa, but this gave me an excuse to come talk to you. And tell you that you look very beautiful tonight.” You see him eye you up and down biting his lip, “Damn mami, why you gotta do this to me?” Confused by his actions and words, you tilt your head to the side, unsure what to make of his comment. Without saying a word Bishop takes your hand and leads you to Templo. You felt special because you knew this is off off-limits to most, except the MC, or those who did be there. He lets you enter first before shutting the door and turning to face you. “Obispo?” He groans hearing you use his actual name. He just slowly starts walking towards you. “Why are you walking over here like that?” you asked your voice almost a whisper as your heart rate got hella fast. “Because if I ran youd leave.” His voice was low but almost sincere. When he was face to face with you one of his hands landed on your waist his grip secure as the other brushed some hair behind your ear. “Look Y/N, I know that you’re Angel and EZs sister and you’re basically off limits. But I can’t do this anymore.” He sighed almost defeated. “Do what?” “Pretend that my heart doesn’t start to race when you enter a room, or that I smile whenever I hear you laugh. That when you say my name it’s like all of the air is taken from my lungs.” You’re left speechless as you stand there facing the man that you’ve grown to love. After your silence Bishop takes a step back turning to leave, before he can you grab his hand and pull him towards you. More confident than you have ever been, you stand on your tip toes and press your lips against his. The two of you just stand there unsure of how to proceed. After a minute Bishop presses you back so you are now seated on the table, he takes his stop between your legs. With a little support, you wrap your legs around him wanting to be as close to him as you can while still not letting go of the kiss. The two of you are so caught up in what’s happening that you don’t hear the door open. “What the actual fuck?” You and Bishop quickly pull away from each other and turn to see where the voice came from. When you turned you see a pissed Angel and a confused EZ. Angel starts to walk towards the two of you causing Bishop to step in front of you protectively. “Serious;y Y/N, the prez?” Bishop scoffs but before he can respond you step in front of him. “Actually, yes. This man has treated me better than anyone ever has. He’s taken care of me. He makes me feel seen and like someone actually cares about me. I don’t think I could have seen myself with him because he is El Presidente and I knew you would flip your shit. But I don’t give two fucks,. I love him and there’s nothing that you can do about it.” Everyone goes quiet hearing you confess your feelings for their Prez. You turn to look at Bishop, his eyes wide in shock. “Querida, you love me?” Nodding your head you walk closer to him. “Yes mi amor, te amo con todo me corazon.” You kiss him gently hearing the guys gag. “Alright you two, get a fucking room. Just because y’all are together doesn’t mean the rest of us should have to see it. “Love you too Angel” you shouted as everyone left you and Bishop alone in Templo. “SO querida I have to tell you something.” Bishop looks at you very seriously. “Yes?” Leaning in so his lips are close to your ears “I love you too” Smiling wide y/n jumps into his arms giggling like a little kid on Christmas. 

[ravennaortiz]

Oh!!! I loved this!

A Is For... Arsonist? Phonics - Angel Edition

Here is is, readers' choice Angel. Hope you all like it.

Readers 18+ only

Warnings: Language, Alcohol

No smut in this one ladies, sorry.

Music blasted through the speakers so loud that you were becoming increasingly irritated that you couldn’t hear your girlfriends over the sounds of Guns n Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle. It was a song you hadn’t heard in a long while, but your best friend happened to find this club by accident. She’d met some dude on a dating app a couple of months ago and they’d agreed to meet here. The date had been a disaster from the star but at least she found this little gem. Rock from the 80’s how you loved those hair bands. It had quickly become your little girl squad’s hang out place, where you all would unwind after work but today you just weren’t feeling it. You were completely stressed from work, alcohol wasn’t helping like it should, the beginning signs of a migraine were becoming more apparent, and the music was only starting to aggravate it.

“That’s because you need to drink more!” Your friend the trouble maker shouted.

Somehow you got the feeling that there was not enough alcohol in this club to do the trick. You needed something more. Unable to pinpoint what the was, the frustration of it all finally got to you. You shot up from your seat and excused yourself from the girls who probably hadn’t heard you because they were too busy flirting with some guys who in the witching hour were 10s but in the daytime probably more like 2s.

Tonight was just not your night you thought as you made your way outside.

“Sit your ass down, motherfucker,” you heard a male voice shout. “She's way outta' your league man.”

You rolled your eyes and headed to the door. Definitely not your night.

“Fuck you Coco, I could totally get her.” Creeper countered.

“No, you can’t.” Coco laughed.

Angel shaking his head stood up and took one last sip from his beer before setting it down on the table. “Nah Creep you can’t, but I can.” and headed straight to the door you just walked out of.

He saw you sitting at a table outside alone, trying to light a cigarette.

“Damn you, you stupid little shit” your lighter chose the perfect moment to decide to fuck with you and not start.

“Allow me,” a deep voice said, lighter in hand and that little flame was like a tiny ray of hope for you.

“Oh my God, thank you, you’re fuckin’ heaven sent. You’re like a goddamn angel waving around your celestial flame.”

He chuckled as he took a seat next to you. “My name is Angel. What’s your name gorgeous?”

You laughed until it slowly dissipated as you study his features. “[y/n]. No really what’s your name?”

“I told you, it’s Angel.”

That’s when you noticed one of the rings he wore on his fingers had angel wings so you figured that actually was his name and not just some witty line. His smile was quite angelic but then you take in his leather and scoffed.

“Yeah right more like fallen angel.”

“Yeah well an angel none the less.” He then gave you a devilish smile. “And, I don’t believe I specified what kind of angel.”

You gave his rings one more glance and saw a skull on one. You leaned in a little closer to him and slowly whispered, “Angel of death.”

He inched the gap between you, “Maybe, but you’re a little arsonist.”

“Arsonist?”

“Yeah arsonist, cuz you started a fire in my heart.”

“Did I?” You move in even closer feeling the heat radiating from his body. This one’s a daytime 10 for sure.

He closed that last sliver of space between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours and gave you exactly what you had been needing. Soft but demanding, there was a gentleness to his kiss laced with danger and it was intoxicating.

“A goddamn blaze.”

[artsninspo]

"Best-friends"

plot: Best friends shouldn't have steamy dreams of each other. they shouldn't be the subject of each other's daydreams. they shouldn't be jealous when you flirt with other ... or should they? Angel's your best friend, but lately you've been pulling away in order to understand your growing feeling for your oldest friend. Feeling the distance angel stops by making all your feelings a little more real.

pairing: angel reyes x Reader

warnings: sweet 🥰 & steamy 🌶️

word count: 2.1K

authors note: hi, so I promised a draft purge months ago this is a little mayans imagine i've had for awhile for Angel, are we team Angel or EZ? Or both?

Masterlist

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You guess the saying is true, men and women can’t be friends without one of them catching feelings. Unfortunately, this time it’s you who’s been bitten by the bug. You and Angel have been friends for so long it feels like he’s always been a part of your life. So much so that your family knows and welcomes him. You weren't always as close as you are now but in the past six months you’ve found yourself thinking about him more than usual. Stealing looks while he laughs, getting a little jealous when he flirts with the girls around the club and missing him more than you should when he goes on runs. Instead of leaning into it you've been trying to pull away and get a grip on ballooning emotions. In true Angel fashion he’s shown up anyways to complete a project you asked him to do since last month. You hand him a glass of fresh lemonade and he takes it wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I'm starting to think this friendship is unequal,” he huffs, taking another sip. You smile looking at the fruits of his manual labour. He’s built you two bookcases in the past hour. Aside from your need for a place to house your hobby, there's a benefit to having Angel performing the task in his wife-pleaser, slightly sweaty, muscles bulging as he lifts the heady wood, searching through piles of brackets, bolts and screws assembling them. His arms, his hands, his attention. Swallowing you look away from him trying to get a grip…

“You do the physical labour and I do the intellectual” you smile tapping the wood.

“Hmm, that’s how this works?” he asks looking up as he slides another shelf into place.

“Yup” you smile “Looks good”

“Where do You want them?” He asks standing. He’s substantially taller than you.

“Over there” you point. He moves them into place without struggle, looking down you find they're on wheels.

“You change your mind too much. I’m not gonna put my back out” he huffs in his angel way and you flip him off playfully.

“While my indecision marinates, my mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner?” you ask.

“I thought we were going out to eat later?” he asks, raising a brow.

“You know how they are about home cooked meals versus spending money and eating out” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“Why don’t we eat here then and hangout after?” He offers.

“Ok” you smile and repeats it mockingly in your exact tone. He’s missed you. You hadn't been around lately and it was grating on his nerves. He’d stay up late sometimes staring at the ceiling wondering if there was someone else you were spending your time with. He’d even woken up in cold sweats from nightmares of seeing you out with someone else.

You end up at Angels where you spend almost as much time as you do at your own home. It’s in desperate need of decoration and a feminine touch. He wouldn’t even have cookware and dishware if it weren't for you.

“Come on, the sick shit is about to start” he calls like a big kid from the couch. You smile relishing in the moments where he’s unguarded and animated. Where the smile overtakes the intimidating appearance of a large man with a muscular build and tattoos a part of a motorcycle club.

“Almost done” you shout, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Y/N!” He shouts impatiently and you wash your hands quickly heading to see the action beginning. You sit beside him and he kisses the top of your head wrapping an arm around you. It’s a level of intimacy you don’t share with anyone else. You hold him back and he puts your legs over his. Your mom has said a thousand times that you’re too close to not be together. She thinks it’s a recipe for disaster and right about now you believe her. You don't know when you fell asleep but you wake up to Angel carrying you.

“It’s alright, I got you” he whispers, carrying you into his bed. You doze off again and feel him put a shirt over your tank before peeling off your leggings. You stir again when he comes back smelling like he just had a smoke. He heads to the bathroom. He gets into the bed gingerly considerate of your sleep. Sleepily you scoot over to his warm body and his arms find themselves around yours. You fall asleep in no time.

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It’s been awhile since you've  been woken up to morning wood. Angel's dream must be a good one. You smile sliding away from the active appendage and head into the bathroom. Evidence of your proximity is all over. You have a section in his bathroom. When you lift the face wash you smile because it’s lighter than usual. He’s been using it too. You find the dishwasher emptied  and start on breakfast. Angel comes in half an hour later looking like a daydream, with bedroom hair and sleepy eyes.

“Smells good” He mutters.

“I tried” you admit putting a plate in front of him. 

“What are you up to today?” He asks.

“Putting my books away”

“Those things are filthy” He jokes, eating the bacon with his hands like a caveman.

“Whatever” you roll your eyes and he smiles all the way to his eyes very amused.

“Aww she’s blushing” he teases.

“Shut up” you laugh sitting with your own plate.

“What’s up, you’ve been a little distant. Work or mama stressing you out?” He asks attentively. There’s no hiding from him.

“Maybe both”

“You don’t need the job. I told you you can manage the bar” he offers in a bid to keep you close.

“I didn’t go to school to manage the bar.”

“So what, you're gonna be like this for longer?” He asks.

“Explain how I’m being?” you ask suspiciously.

“Not in the moment.” He says “In your head and not letting me in” he says.

“We’ll I'm working through some things”

“What?” he panics internally.

“Personal things” you shrug casually looking into your plate.

“Come on!” He laughs. “We’re practically one person” he snaps, tossing his fork into the plate and sitting back.

“I’m getting my period, who knows it may just pass” you lie.

He deadpans, “You don’t think I know you get your period at the beginning or end of the month. You just lied” he says and you laugh shocked at his attentiveness.

“Angel!” you laugh shocked but he’s not amused.

“You’re seeing someone aren’t you? One of those sissy pretty boys you know I won’t approve of” he says making you smile.

“No, I’m not” you affirm and he relaxes a touch.

“Not a pretty boy?” He raises a brow.

“I'm not seeing anyone” you tell him honestly but it doesn't settle him.

“Y/N, you can tell me so I can look into him. You’ve only been here once this week” he says and you sit on his lap. It's what made Angel different from the rest of the guys you'd been friendly with. He wasn’t trying to control you, he'd be right by your side when the shit got sticky. He’d let you live and he’d clean up all the mess without judgement.

“I’m not seeing anyone, there’s no one you need to kill. I’ve just been trying to get my shit together” you explain and he holds you close.

“You can get your shit together here. There’s enough space for the both of us.”

“What happens when you decide to go steady with one of the barfly’s?” you ask leaning into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Not gonna happen” He laughs holding you close.

“Remind me to take you back to the gym. Gotta get you better at boxing in case one of these creeps you don't want to tell me about gets out of hand.” he says. He runs his thumb over your knuckles. You feel compelled to tell him the full truth. You get up and pour yourself some water.

“You’re doing it again, wait did one of the guys say or do something?” He stands.

“No, the guys are well, they're great in their own special way…” you shrug, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, you’re killing me here” Angel snaps.

“Angel, don’t feel weird about this okay?”

“No promises” he huffs, leaning forward attentively.

“I’ve been having, I don’t know…” you trail, having never been here before.

“Y/N spit it out” Angel says worriedly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what us together would be like” You admit. He stills for a while before he finally blinks and his posture relaxes. When he finally takes a breath he places a hand on his heart. His eyes close and he shakes his head in amusement.

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again” he warns with a smile. It throws you for a loop. 

“I’m here thinking you’re hurt or sick or in danger” Angel snaps.

“I’m not sure I’m not” you joke and he smiles coming over.

“Way better than those books” he says standing in front of you closing the space between the both of you and running his hands down your shoulders to hold both of your hands.

“Huh?” you ask looking up at him.

“Us together, it would be way better than those books” he smiles. Your cheeks burn before you smile back. “It’s about time hermosa” he smiles leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. It’s the first and hopefully the first of many.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to come around for awhile now” he says candidly.

“Since when?” you laugh shocked.

“Since the pool party” he says and that was nearly a year ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.

“Showing you was better” he says and you think of all the ways our connection has evolved this year. You stand against the counter and he closes the space between you again. He kisses you harder this time. You make out like teenagers and it sends my heart racing. You’re breathless when it ends and you rest your head on his chest. He rubs circles onto your back.

“I just knew you were a good kisser,” he mumbles.

“I need to sort my room out, we can pick this back up later” you tell him wanting more but needing some time to process your excitement and all the new info.

“Why? You don’t need those books anymore” he says, appealing to every one of your senses.

“They aren’t all about sex Angel, just the few you happened to pick up” you reason and he shakes his head knowing it's another half truth.

“You into that shit? The guy getting a little rough and being dominant?” He asks playfully, grabbing you by the neck. He’s never been rough before and your smile answers the question. 

His eyes close in appreciation and excitement. “Shit” he smiles, coming in for another kiss. This one is soft in spite of your acceptance or his rougher side. It’s perfect though.

“You can tell me what you’re into when I’m done” you smile pushing him away determined not to walk into your home freshly fucked after a night out. After all the waiting you and Angel need more than a few hours, all day and all night.

“I’m a simple man,” he says in surrender. “Pretty sure I’ll like anything you do to me” he says, making you laugh.

“Walk me out” you tell him like you would any other time. He gets the door of your car for you as usual but when he hugs you he takes a handful of ass.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, validating your feelings.

“Make it a habit” you whisper, kissing his cheek. Angel steps back, closing the door with a full heart and a stiffy.

“Plan to” he smiles knowing there's absolutely no way he's gonna be able to keep his hands off of you. Not even after he's touched every inch of your skin and given you every inch of him. Not after you become a Reyes or after you have a little one making your stomach swell. Not after your home is filled with children and he has to sneak into the bathroom for some alone time in the shower. Not when his hair is more salt than pepper, not when his hands are too weathered to ride his bike anymore. 

Not ever.

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[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[imagineredwood]

11. Brushing dirt off their face

These prompts are super cute i love them 😭

Coco’s eyes are lit up the moment he sees you getting out of your car and walking towards him. He smiles and so do you.

“God, she’s got him whipped already. Look how quick he gets that goofy fucking look on his face.”

Coco gives Gilly his middle finger as he ducks out from under the hood of the car he’s working on, ignoring the boyish banter between him and Angel as he wipes his greasy hands on a rag. He meets you half way, his grin permanent.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Your smile is just like his, happy and stuck in place. He leans his face towards yours and somehow your grin broadens, kissing the very corner of his mouth twice. He’s patient with you. Lets you take your time. It’s all still so new. He knows in time you’ll kiss him directly and he savors the build up until you do.

“How was your day?”

You nod and clasp your hands together, his interest in you and your day always making you feel warm.

“It was good. I got off a little early. Wanted to come see you.”

Coco feels like a high schooler again, butterflies fluttering in his tummy that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles adoringly.

“Thank you. I was gonna stop by and see you when I left here. Once I got cleaned up, you know.”

He feels maybe a little self conscious, sweaty and dirty and greasy. But you’re not looking at him any different. Same tenderness as when he’s all cleaned up and smelling of cologne.

You smile again and use the hand that he isn’t holding to reach up to his cheek, using your thumb to brush away some dirt that’s close to his eye. You brush at his lashes and he closes his eyes and lets you. It’s then you can hear the kissy noises coming from the boys that makes you feel somewhat bashful. You almost forgot they were there.

Coco rolls his eyes and keeps hold of your hand, leading you away from them and towards the clubhouse, brushing away any dirt that may be lingering on your fingers as he does.

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[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[justanoasisimagines]

A surprise visit

Summary; Angel comes to visit you at work Pairing; Angel Reyes x Female Reader WordCount; 507 A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for banner and the divider

Angel observed you interacting with a customer and his children. He didn't know where you found the energy. The way you were interacting with the man so enthusiastically as you suggested new sweets for him to try. He didn't miss how you presented one to the children to gauge their thoughts.

Angel was one lucky son of a bitch. You were in the sun in his dark life. Always providing the light. You finished up dealing with the customer, slowly making your way towards him, the tapping of your heeled boot on the floor.

"What are you doing here Angel?" Angel took the opportunity to roam his eyes over you, before he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss.

"I've come to see you. Thought I'd stop by and see my favorite girl,"

"Well I'm flattered, but I thought you had a meeting?" Angel admired your subtle head turn. It's become one of his favorite pastimes recently; keeping you on your toes.

"I was on my way, thought I'd stop by. Are you coming to the clubhouse later?" As the customer left, Angel took it as the opportunity to finally wrap his arms around you. God, he missed you.

"Yeah. I've got what the club has asked for," You responded, while Angel's hands began to roam up and down your back. You found yourself melting into his touch. Angel was a man who was rough around the edges and struggled to understand his emotions at times. Yet he always made you feel special. You knew he would give you a star if he could, it was one of the qualities you admired about Angel.

He was either all in or all out.

"Babe, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to fight all of those fuckers off. They're gonna attempt to steal you." You laughed in response. Although you knew if it came to it, Angel would fight his brothers.

"Well lucky for you I'm not interested in anyone else," Angel smirked as he leaned down capturing your lips in his. Although he knew his brothers were no threat to his relationship your acceptance within the club filled him with pride. He'd admit, he was smug to hear you vocalize it out loud.

"Do you wanna stay over at mine tonight?"

"Yeah sounds good. I'll grab my overnight bag once I'm finished up here. I'm also going to stop off and see your Dad, bring him some of his favorites"

"Babe, you can't keep spoiling the old man like this." Angel checked his phone, as he realised the time. He needed to get to the club soon and was running out of time.

"Yes, I can. Your Dad deserves it and I want him to like me."

"Babe, he's already asking me to put a ring on your finger-shit I'm going be late. I see you later, I love you." Angel was gone before he could hear your reply. However, perhaps his Dad was right, perhaps he should put a ring on your finger.

[juicesgf]

Losing me. {A.R}

Warnings: none

Angel lied there silently, practically ignoring Y/n’s presence. That’s how it’s been the past couple of days, she tries talking to him earning small grunts and hums in response, so she then just stops talking and he doesn’t care.

She lied beside him staring up at the ceiling for a moment. This had to stop, she couldn’t keep doing this anymore, giving him her all and getting nothing back.

“You’re losing me..” She muttered hoping he could hear her.

He did but he didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. It was like he was frozen in place, the last thing he wanted was to lose her. He loves her more than anything, so why couldn’t he say that? Why couldn’t he hold her and apologize, telling her how much he loves her?

She sighed at his silence as a tear fell down her cheek before she slowly got up from bed and left the bedroom. She debated staying the night on the couch and leaving in the morning but it was clear he didn’t want her there, so she did as he wanted and left.

[your-space-brain]

Swallowed My Pride

Angel Reyes x Reader — One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

It had been months since you last saw him. It had been months since that last fight. The night he left was like the night your world did an entire flip. He left and made sure it was like he was never there in the first place.

Angel Ignacio Reyes. It was a fleeting love, fiery and hot until the very end, when it was a burned bridge. He broke you. He was your world, and then he ripped himself away in fear that you would be the next one that would burn him.

You accepted his every fault until he left. He left and took a piece of you with him, and you were never the same. The last thread, it was snipped.

You went from waiting on him to waiting tables day and night at two different jobs to rebuild your world. Every day and every night with hardly any sleep, to support yourself and get yourself out of Santo Padre.

“Thank you, honey.” An older white woman told you early one morning as you took her empty plate. You offered a smile as you turned away, taking the plates to the kitchen.

“I’m going out for a minute.” You told the line cook and stepped out the back after taking your apron off. Your work attire included all black, and you scuffed your shoe against the concrete as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. It made the heat practically unbearable.

No messages, as usual, but you could distract yourself with some social media. That didn’t last too long as an oddly familiar sound of rumbling filled the air. It started soft and got closer and closer until it was practically on top of you — then, it cut.

It sounded like a hauntingly familiar person, and you looked up from your phone to a pair of dark eyes.

He stared you down as you swallowed and immediately went on defense. The way he looked at you with a burning ember between his lips felt like his hand was clutching around your heart and squeezing it.

“What are you doing here?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Why?” The immediate rebuttal was exasperated. “You can’t show up after months of no contact and want to talk.”

“Why can’t I?”

He was so fucking stubborn, kicking his bike on its stand before his heavy boots signified he was standing right in front of you. Intoxicating, burning smoke surrounded you before he flicked the cigarette away.

“Because it’s not right, Angel. We haven’t talked for a reason.”

“I can’t be with you anymore, [First name.]”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t give myself over. This life, this world, you don’t need to be in it. You need to get out of here. Go make something of yourself. You’re too good, amorcito.”

He seemed stunned that you held it against him, but who wouldn’t? He started an argument just to leave you, disappear in the night with his bag of things as if he were never there. The only thing that reminded you he existed was his cologne on the sheets and when it faded, so did he.

“I know.” He finally said, almost sheepish now as his dark eyes looked away. He shoved his hands in his pockets, making the chain on his wallet rattle.

“So why come here?”

“I gotta talk to you.”

“About what?” You were snappy, but for good reason. He hurt you, and his mere presence caused anxiety.

“Us.”

“There is no us, Angel.”

“Maybe I want there to be.” This shut you up, and shut you up fast. “If it isn’t too late.” He knew he was regretting it when he looked at you sleeping that night, thinking it was okay, but he was gone that next morning. “I think about you all the time. Your face is there when I sleep, I-I think about how you’d worry about me when I was gone, but, now nobody cares if I live or die out here.”

He was choking you up, the tears forming in your eyes as you shook your head. His calloused hand caressed your cheek and brought your face back to look at him.

“I’m crawling back to you. I’d… I’d take it all back if I could, dulcecito.” He promised. “You said it. I’d be back. Your memory is driving me crazy, reina.”

“Your words aren’t enough.”

He stared at you as a tear slipped out your eyes and he let out a breath before he slid down on both his knees before you. He didn’t beg, he just slid down and stared up at you. “You own me, querida.” He breathed, as your breath halted. “Yours, forever. If you just take me back and let me… let me fix it, I’ll do anything.”

— end —

[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

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

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

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hennyjwrites]

Oh I have a dad!Coco imagine. Imagine if baby girl comes in from school saying she’s in love and that she has a boyfriend. I think it would be so cute of Coco’s reaction.

Soft R&B music played while the house filled with the smell of a nice dinner being cooked filled the house. Coco sat on the living room floor, playing with the kids while Y/N cooked in the kitchen with a curious Letty, who decided she wanted to learn how to cook.

Coco side eyed his 7 year old baby girl, Y/D/N who played quietly away from her many brothers and sisters. He scooted to her slowly anxious about what could come out of the conversation he was about to start.

“You alright?” He asked her, pulling one of her curls down before letting it spring back into place.

His heart melted when his little girl looked up at him with her big round eyes. “Daddy am I pretty?” Coco knew what that question meant. She had a crush and was hoping she was pretty enough for him to like her back.

His heart pounded as he looked at you, who pretended that you paid no attention to the situation. “I think your beautiful mija. From your hair to your toes.” He replied eith a smile on his face. She returned the smile, showing off her missing two front teeth. Her mood instantly changed, as she crawled over to her siblings to play with them as well.

-

Y/D/N came skipping into the living room leaving her siblings behind, as she screamed for her daddy. Once she found Coco and you sitting on the couch, she jumped in his lap.

“I’m in love!” She sighed dramatically, her eyes wide in the shape of hearts. Cocos eyes on the other hand, were blown out his head in shock and panic. You on the other hand were already giggling.

“Who’s the lucky boy?” You asked egging her on. As she went into explaining who the boy was and why she loved him so much, cocos eyes and heart widened even more. Eventually Letty walked into the house and laughed as her baby sister explained she has a new boyfriend.

“Cmon, let go make you all pretty to see your boy toy tomorrow.” Letty announced, almost sending coco , who had been sitting there quietly, into shock. They both giggled as they ran upstairs to play in Letty’s makeup.

“You ok papi?” You asked giggling as he laid his head down on your shoulder, groaning. Coco groaned even louder making you loud. “My little girl is growing up so fast.” He cried, emotional over a second grade relationship.

He couldn’t believe his little girl was already in a “relationship.” He cuddled with you closer as he thought about another one of his babies growing up. He almost died when he heard Letty yell downstairs.

“Then you kiss him on the cheek.”

[saturnville]

the man in the suit.

pairing: miguel galindo x afro latina fem oc (eliana)

prompt: miguel becomes infatuated with eliana, the owner of a popular coffee shop in town.

an: I was asked to bring back the Miguel Galindo fics by an anon. it's been over two years since I've written anything Mayans, but I'm always willing to revisit old fandoms, so, here we go, I hope you enjoy.

Her coffee shop was a staple in the town. Known for the rich Colombian coffee beans ground with intentionality, brewed with love, and served in mugs crafted by her own hands. The aura was always calm. Busy, but never so much that guests couldn't enjoy their time. They, just like she often, would get lost in the melodies of indie music that played from the speakers and drunk off caffeine and oat milk. The Tranquil Lounge was a blessing to Santo Padre.

Saturdays were the busiest days in the Lounge. College students stopped by to grind out assignments due the following day at midnight, entrepreneurs chugged coffee like water to finalize funding proposals, and others snuggled by the window with a good book. They were lively and invigorating; her favorite days in the shop.

She danced around her employees, humming a Marc Anthony tune as she topped off a cup with cold foam. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la, she hummed to herself.

"I'm very impressed. Most people don't know the lyrics passed the chorus," said an unfamiliar voice. Her teeth gleamed as she smiled softly. Her head still down, she placed a lid on the cup and slid it to the other side of the counter.

"I consider myself determined when it comes to learning song lyrics," she replied. "What can I get you?" Finally, she lifted her head, and she struggled to fight the instinct to gasp. How had he found her little coffee shop in town?

Miguel Galindo was notorious in Santo Padre. A businessman with illegal practices. The government hated him, men envied him, and women wanted him. Everyone in Santo Padre knew who he was and they knew better than to cross him. Their families could end up missing within hours if they upset him. It should have struck fear in her heart, but his presence did the opposite.

Her eyes scanned his attire. Bold of him to wear a white suit to drink coffee. But, it looked beautiful against his olive complexion. It was perfectly tailored to hug his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed its outline.

His brown eyes scanned the beautifully curated menu behind her. Bright colors against the blackboard. Sunflowers, rainbows, and bees decorated the menu. Creative, he noted. "I'll do a hot caramel macchiato. Medium, please." He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She halted. The drink was $4.

Miguel looked unamused when she parted her lips to object, so she simply took the bill from his hand and thanked him with a smile. "Enjoy, hope to see you back soon."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to her nametag. Eliana, Founder. "Thank you, Eliana. You have a good day, quierda."

She smiled bashfully, "Gracias. You too."

-

Miguel Galindo was enamored by her. He saw the silhouette of her figure when he closed his eyes to rest at night. He heard the southern twang of her accent as he listened to music on the radio, and he saw the richness of her eyes in the mounds of chocolate chips scattered in Christopher's pancakes.

He made frequent appearances at the shop after that. Catching her friendly grin and gentle hands as she passed his cup to him was one of the few highlights of his day. He cherished it, craved it, and adored it.

He felt lucky when he waltzed into the shop one Saturday morning to find it empty. He thought it was a slow day, but she'd closed it for cleaning. And rather than turning him away, she welcomed him in.

"Your usual?" Eliana questioned. She propped her broom against a stable surface and turned to move behind the counter. "On the house."

"Oh no," Miguel waved. "You're not even open, I see." It was Eliana's turn to force an object into his hands. His usual--hot caramel macchiato; medium with a smiley face drawn on the side of the cup.

"You keep me in business, Mr. Galindo," Eliana replied teasingly with a smile. She was so pretty to him. The woman with a mahogany complexion and soft eyes with an unexplainably gentle aura.

Miguel's eyes dropped to the floor as he chuckled bashfully. He had a tendency to pay more than was due, but he credited it as paying in advance for future visits. "I just like to support where I can." Eliana picked up her broom and hummed, instructing him to get comfortable in the cushioned chairs near the window.

His eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that decorated the dark walls. Murals of people parading in fields of palm trees with drums, colorful skirts, and baskets of fruits, vegetables, and grains. They were all of deep complexion. His eyebrow rose.

"Where are you from?" He found himself asking.

"Costa Chica of Guerrero. Mexico." The area where Black Mexicans were the most populated.

"Tu familia?" Your family?

Eliana shrugged a shoulder and bent over to sweep the dirt unto the dustpan. "En México. Conseguí una beca para estudiar aquí. Se graduó con un título en negocios y decidió quedarse. It's a long story." In Mexico. I got a scholarship to study here. I graduated with my business degree and decided to stay.

Miguel mimicked her actions and gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I've got the time if you do."

-

They were polar opposites. She was an extrovert, he was introverted. She loved the fall, yet he found it one of the sadder seasons. Tea was her favorite, though she owned a coffee shop, but coffee was his holy grail. He grew up without his father present, but hers was her rock. So many new discoveries that he basked in like warm comforters on a winter day.

“I enjoyed today,” Miguel said as he walked her to her car. Hours had passed, the sun had set, and their day had come to a close. “I’d like to see you again.”

Eliana hummed as she tapped her key fob. Her vehicle chirped excitedly. She reached for the door handle, but Miguel beat her to it. She thanked him gently and slid into the seat. “Well, you’ll know where to find me, Miguel.”

He chuckled and nodded. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but. he liked that. Effort was required. He liked a challenge.

“I do,” he replied. “Be ready tomorrow evening. Be safe tonight, Eliana.”

Her brown eyes are twinkled with curiosity. She stretched up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Wear a white suit.” And with that, she started her car and sped off into the night, leaving Miguel to bask in the eagerness of seeing her again.