#Mayans mc nails

[broodingmystery]

🏷 tag drop; Stephanie - Nails

[proceduralpassion]

Nails??!!

[broodingmysterybackup]

🏷 tag drop: S.tephanie 'N.ails'

[halalgirlmeg]

Angel and Letty...this is my last straw. Whoever the show runner is this season come close. I have a gun

[wexarexmadxhere-archive]

Stephanie “Nails”; Muse Info

“I hate prepping for these parties, Makes me miss Chucky. Well, he left before you got here, he was strange but very sweet. He fell in love and moved to Ohio, how crazy is that?!”

Full Name; Stephanie Nickname; Nails Face Claim; Justina Adorno Gender; Female Pronouns; She/Her Marital Status; Single Sexuality; Bisexual Age; 25 Date Of Birth;  1997 Occupation; Hang-around, Bartender Residence; Santo Padre, California Species; Human Family; None Verses; None Side Note; I will be rewriting her biography. Biography; Nails is a hang-around at the Mayans Santo Padre clubhouse. She works at the bar and keeps the clubhouse clean, she is also available as a partner to members of the club, she is a frequent lover of Angel Reyes, club Secretary and the pair eventually fall in love, with Nails becoming pregnant and Angel soon proposing to her. The relationship of the pair is fraught from the start, Angel is scared of the responsibilities he will soon be facing and proceeds to avoid his new fiancée. Later; complications in Nails' pregnancy lead her to miscarry their child. Nails is devastated.

[imagineredwood]

College assignments are stressing me out 😩 some hc’s for the mayan boys on helping their girl destress from exam season or anything similar?

Good luck babe!! It'll all be worth it in the end 💕

Angel/Coco goes more on the distraction route. He's never much liked academics, so as much as he may love you, he's not the type to sit and help you study. He does love helping you chill though. He'll take you out for dinner then ice cream. Take you with him for a ride with nowhere specific in mind, just letting you relax and enjoy the fresh air. He also definitely uses sex as a rewards for being so hard working and determined. He brings you to club parties even if you're tired and don't really feel like going, just so you can enjoy a night out and drink and dance and get your mind off the stress and demand from school.

EZ likes for you to be pampered. Books a couples massage. Pays for you to get a facial and your nails and toes done. He'll take you for nice romantic dinners. He just wants to do whatever he can to spend time with you and get your mind off the stress. He knows its for a good cause and it will all pay off in the end, but that doesn't mean he likes to see you worked up. He loves to help you study and that helps to take the edge off sometimes because he makes it fun and different, but he's the first to mandate breaks when he seems you need it.

Bishop hates seeing you stressed. He's always stressed, so he knows how it feels. Especially when its something that you can't just ignore, like the club or in your case school. He's more about doing whatever it is that you want. Where ever you want to eat, he's making reservations. You want to go to the beach? He finds the nicest one he can find. You want to spend the day out shopping? He's right there holding your bags. You just want to stay home and eat snacks and cuddle? He's got your favorite movie and treats at the ready. Whatever it takes to help you settle and calm down.

He spoils you like you wouldn't believe. Has offered more than four times to just bribe your teachers into letting you pass so you can not worry but you decline. Doesn't mean he won't ask a fifth. He spoils you like crazy. With each passed test or efficient study session, there's a gift. A ring, a necklace, a bouquet of roses, lingerie, a special painting. love notes, you name it. He's beyond proud of you and makes sure you know it. He books lavish vacations when you're on break, expensive restaurants after a big exam, massages after your shoulders stiff from studying. He'll do anything to make sure you feel that you are his pride and joy.

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl  @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast  @svintsandghosts  @starrynite7114   @destynelseclipsa  @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben  @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95  @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester  @alexxavicry  @savagemickey03  @fanfic-n-tabulous    @choochoo284 @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady @choochoo284 @whitetxilwxlf @ravennaortiz @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Mayans MC taglist 

@dazzledamazon  @abunnykisses @briana-mishell24 @angelreyesgirl @wrcn9fvlcver @peaches009 @capt-canadian @thesandbeneathmytoes @krysiewithak @darklingveracruz @appropriate-writers-name @cind-in-real-life @blessedboo @montanaraed @kkim120 @megapeacelovemusic-blog @emoengelfurleben @blowmymbackout @abby-splace @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @redpoodlern @xonickibaby @myakai13 @cruzwalters @yosoynicolexo @mrsstevenbuchananstark @danimals1096 @po3ticb3auty @lyly00 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @kaykaysuh @angel-121 @fanfic-n-tabulous @90sisthenew80s @lovelytricia @carma-fanficaddict

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ride On - A Rio/Reader Smut Drabble.

Because my gorgeous @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna​ put this idea into my head! She did originally ask for Manny (Mayans MC) but since I pledged to write more for Rio, I chose him instead.

Words - 366

Warnings - Smut Below the cut, minors DNI!

In his every day life, Rio is boss. Unquestionably so. He’s the top dog, the one in charge, everyone answerable to him, in his position of power. And he doesn’t deviate from such a role easily. 

Unless you happen to be involved in said deviation, though. 

“You enjoying yourself there, mamas, riding on this big dick?” he pants, hands grasping your butt as you send feverish jolts through his body, rolling your hips rhythmically against him, the soaking velvet hug of your cunt sheathing him in plush heat. 

You nails graze over his short beard, trailing the eagle tattoo across his throat, nodding as you lean to kiss him. “Oh yeah, big man. You know it. How about you, hmm? You liking letting me be the boss for a while, hmm?” 

He hums a rumbling laugh, pushing you back slightly, mouth kissing a constellation across your tits. “Yeah,” he breathes, sucking on your nipple, moving his mouth to the other, bathing it in wet warmth, a hint of teeth giving just the right edge of pain to pulse through your chest. “I never mind my lady being the big boss in the bedroom.” His eyes find yours, those glittering, coal orbs looking up at you with uncontained desire, kissing you hotly, biting your lower lip and letting it glide out from between his sharp teeth. “Does the boss have any demands?”

“She does,” you confirm. “You’re gonna suck my tits while I ride this orgasm out of you.” 

He gives you a little salute. “Consider it done, darlin’.” Pushing you back again, his mouth once again finds the pebbled peaks of your nipples, sucking hard, biting, tongue swirling as you grind yourself down on the thick heat of his cock, feeling it slide effortlessly within your soaking pussy, gripping on him, evoking rumbles of pure sin from deep in his chest. 

He groans, all smoke and grit, teeth clamping on harder. “Fuck yeah, baby. God damnit, you fuck me so good.”

And that’s the job of a boss, to get things done better than anyone else. This is why Rio never, ever has any problems with letting you take charge of him from time to time. 

​

[garbinge]

Siblings

Angel Reyes & Sister!OFC Manny Reyes 30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 1.9k words A/N: Hi Friends!!!! Know I've been a bit MIA, but.....Instead of doing a prompt list, I took the opportunity to take the last few months to write through ideas for all different fandoms I've had in my head for years/months etc as well as update some of my multichaps. Enjoy the ride over the next 30 days friends!

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, heartbreak, drinking, smoking.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie (have been a bit inactive on tumblr so this might not be up to date, if you'd like to be added to my Mayans taglist please shoot me a message!)

The tears were falling from Manny’s face, she had tried to pull herself together but it was no luck. After seeing her ex, Ellie, out on a date in Santo Padre, things just kind of got…emotional. Their breakup was coming up on its month anniversary, and the biggest sting aside from seeing her on a date, was the where of it all. Ellie had made it very clear that she wanted to leave town, that Santo Padre was holding her back from her full potential. So seeing her here was the biggest heartbreak of all. 

She rang the doorbell repeatedly, not in the mood to wait patiently for an answer. She grabbed the sides of her sweatshirt and crossed them over her chest with her arms as she fidgeted at the front door. After she wiped her face from her tears for what felt like the millionth time, she rang the doorbell another 12 times before the door swung open. 

“What the fu–” Angel’s voice cut off after he saw his little sister standing in front of him sobbing. “Manny?” He lowered his head as he tried to get a look at her face. 

In an instant she was barging into his house and started to pace in the living room, her one arm still crossed as she nervously chewed on her nails on the other. Angel would have made a sarcastic comment, but he got the sense that right now might not have been the best time. 

“Manny, what happened?” He asked, now a little worried. 

The girl turned around and stared at him, her eyes were swollen from crying and she could feel herself losing any sense of rationality she had left. Angel’s face was filled with confusion but in between that there was concern. That’s what made Manny lose it. As the sobs flooded out she ran into Angel’s arms and just sobbed. Angel hesitated for a minute before he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. 

After a minute, Angel spoke up. “Manny, I’m gonna need to know what the fuck is going on.” 

“I’m sad.” She said, pulling out of the embrace and wiping her tears. 

Angel held back another sarcastic comment, but his face was saying it all. Manny let out a laugh, probably the first one in hours. “I saw Ellie.” She was now making her way to the couch to plop down. 

With those three words, Angel understood everything, he got why she was sad, why she was crying, but the one thing he was still wondering was why she came to him. Angel went to grab two beers before plopping down on the opposite side of the couch, extending his arm passing the beer to her. 

Manny nodded, and popped the cap off taking a chug. After she chugged half the beer, she sighed letting her body just relax in the heaviness of the day. 

“You know,” Manny said as she looked up at the ceiling. “She told me she wanted to get out of here, experience the world. I got it, I mean this town is…” she stopped for a minute to think about the right word. 

“Suffocating?” Angel finished her sentence. 

“Yea, suffocating.” Manny agreed. “But I can’t leave. My life is here, you know. The shop, Pops, EZ, you.” 

“I’ll let the fact that you mentioned me last slide since you’re sad.” Angel commented. 

Manny chuckled again before continuing, “I just mean, we were at a crossroads. It sucked, we dated for 4 years, but it made sense to break up.” 

“But seeing her back here so soon, got you all fucked up.” Angel nodded knowing he hit the nail on the head without her even mentioning it. 

“Yea, really fucked up. I’m like second guessing everything. Not even the things she said during the breakup but everything before that.” She shook her head. 

“You want my thoughts?” Angel stretched out, putting his feet on the coffee table. 

Manny didn’t say anything, just squinted and stared at her older brother. 

Angel glanced over at her, “Well?”

“I’m debating if this is in my best interest.” 

Angel laughed at that and continued to talk. “We’re stuck here. EZ and me. We chose this and now, it’s our life. But you Manny? You don’t gotta be here. You don’t have ties the way we do.” 

Manny frowned at that, a little confused. To her, her ties were just as deep as her brothers. 

“We got Pops, we got the shop, hell, we got each other, you should go out there, the world, live life.” Angel continued, still laying back on his couch. 

“I meant my shop, not Pops.” Manny laughed, still wiping away the trail of tears that was starting to dry and cool on her face. 

“You don’t really think you need that place, do you?” Angel was leaning over to grab his drink. “It’s a mechanic shop, the gears will keep spinning whether you’re there or not.” He took a swig of the beer, going back to his relaxing position. “And fun fact for you, in case you didn’t know, auto-body shops, they exist outside of Santo Padre.” His eyebrows raised knowing the comment was as sarcastic as they come. 

“Wow, you know, you ARE the older, wiser brother.” Manny rolled her eyes and fell back on her side of the couch, completely melting into it as her hands raised to slide down her face in frustration and overwhelmingness. 

Angel shrugged with a smile that could earn him a swift push if Manny wasn’t multiple feet away from him. 

“It’s more complicated than that. The shop is all I have, I make more money owning and running it than I would selling it. It’s in a shitty part of town, so selling for land is off the table, it’s not remodeled so selling it to another shop would just make me next to nothing.” Manny explained wishing she had a drink right now. 

Angel must’ve read her mind, or just ran out of his own beer because he was standing up and moving to the kitchen to grab two more cold beers for them both. “You’ve already thought this through?” He spoke through the open hatch that connected the space between the kitchen and living room. 

“Everyday since Ellie left.” Manny sighed and thought through all the possibilities again. 

Angel was now in front of her extending his hand out to give his middle sister the beer. Manny reached out and happily grabbed it and took a quick swig before crashing back down into the leather couch. 

“Can I be really honest with you?” Angel moved his seat to the recliner that was directly in front of where Manny was on the couch, the coffee table between them. 

Manny shrugged by lifting her hands with a wave. Her way of giving Angel the permission to speak freely. 

“Ellie had one foot out the door when she was just our next door neighbor. And I think you knew that.” 

Manny squinted, an emotion of some kind bubbling in her throat. “Are you insinuating that I did this to myself?” The disgust in the sentence was obvious from her tone of voice. 

“I’m insinuating,” Angel put extra pronunciation on a word he likely didn’t use often, “that we,” he pointed in a circle to reference both of them in the room, and then up in the air to refer to EZ and their father, “the Reyes’, have a tendency to self sabotage.” 

Manny nodded, there was no arguing in that, they did tend to self sabotage themselves, they were doing it by staying in Santo Padre. 

“I guess the breakup– it is on me.” Manny exhaled deeply as she wrapped her mind around that. 

“Now, hold up, I ain’t say all that. Ellie fucked you over, treated you like garbage in the end. I loved that girl, I loved you two together, but to me and my eyes, she did not handle the break up well. And that’s comin’ from me, you know?” Angel let out a laugh. “She just left you a note, dick move.” 

Manny nodded and let out a breathy laugh from her nose. 

“I’m just saying, it’s not all on one person.” Angel concluded that thought and moved to another, “And quite frankly, I don’t fuck with her because I had to see you miserable for months, you didn’t get out of bed for weeks.” Angel reminded her. 

“Days.” Manny quickly corrected Angel. 

“Okay, days.” He took her correction and spoke it with sarcasm. “Either way, it’s not enjoyable seeing your baby sister with her heartbroken.” 

That triggered a memory for Manny and she couldn’t help but smile and remember it in detail. She was barely 13, in high school, her first year, Angel was a senior. 

“Do you remember the first person I ever dated?” Manny asked Angel but wasn’t looking at him just yet. When his silence spoke as an answer for him, Manny’s eye’s met his and spoke the kid’s name. “Jared Blonsky.” 

Angel scoffed, clearly remembering the name. “Total douchebag.” 

Manny chuckled at his recollection of the man. “Yea, he was. You remember what you told me? When he dumped me?” 

Angel tried to think but ultimately he shook his head in defeat. “No, I honestly don’t.” 

“That sometimes you get your heartbroken and other times you’re the heartbreaker, and that no matter what scenario I was in, my big brother would be there to break whoever hurt me.” 

Angel smirked as he stared at the ground. “Sounds like me.” But then he looked up at Manny with a bit of worry in his eyes. “But to be fair that was before you were bi.” 

“Before you knew I was.” Manny corrected his politically incorrect statement. 

“Yea that’s what I meant, but like I’m not really down to beat Ellie up.” 

Manny shook her head at the complete obliviousness of her older brother and the irony in what she was about to say. 

“It’s why I’m here. Why I come to you. Because I know you’ll get it, that you’ll be here.” 

It got quiet between the two as Angel nodded his head up and down. He then moved to grab the TV remote and turn on something stupid to fill the silence, and just pass the time. He switched channels until finally landing on some cartoon before moving to the coffee table to grab a joint that had been pre-rolled and lit it up. After a few puffs, he leaned to pass it to Manny.

“I’ll always be here for you, you know. If you’re here, if you’re in another state, I got you hermanita.” Angel’s words were kind and caused Manny to look up at him as she grabbed the joint. 

“You’re really tryna get rid of me, ain’t you?” Manny couldn’t help but tease her brother. 

“Man, shut up and watch the damn show.” 

And with that, Manny laughed, leaned back, inhaled the smoke of the joint. She might not have been okay, but for the moment, this moment, she felt loved. So she’d take it.

[mushupork4u]

Truth and Drink Mayans MC

•18+

•Sexual innuendo’s

•Mentions of Sex

•Weed/Alcohol

The sexy Seven names

-Bambi: A sweet/childish person

-Mouse:small girl with dark brown hair and daring dark eyes to match.

-Rake:girl who’s nails leave scratches on the guys backs(Hoe Scratches)

-Sugar: She has diabetes

-Spice: Raging Anger issues

-Prana: Bit a guys dick after he head shoved her(Piranha)

-NyQuil: She puts guys to sleep

Bambi is a quiet bar hand at the club house, on a night where the boys aren’t around, the girls loosen up, drink and listen to music, thought after a night of truth and drink the next day the girls get a talking to as they get to rewatch their night via bar camera.

(PART 1)

It was late and after a day of the boys being in and out, it was finally time for the Sexy Seven (the name the group of girls came up with for the best bar hands when the group of seven were finally on the same shift) to spend some time together. They tried to meet at least three times a month to relax at the club house.

Tonight the boys where out and finally it was time for the mice to play. Or at least that what mouse said, a small girl with dark brown hair and daring dark eyes to match. She was the smallest, but also the rowdiest when it came to taking a man home at night.

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Finally sitting around on chairs and couches, the girls were in a square, close enough to pass around the pink shot glasses and a few bottles of cheap tequila they knew the boys would not miss.

“Alright ladies, everybody got their shots?” Spice called, flinging her red braid over her shoulder.

A few whoops and clinks were heard in response making the girl smile. “Fucking good, cause we’re getting white girl waisted.”

The first round of drinks were passed around, some confidence shots, Sugar would call them. After the music was on and the girls started passing around blunts, the giggles started and so did Prana’s good ideas. “Truth and drink time.”

Bambi had smiled, loving the game ‘Truth or Drink’ it didn’t just give her a rush of anxiety, it gave her some raunchy fun secrets to blurt out in hopes it wouldn’t reach anybody else’s ears.

“Whew. Alright who’s starting?” Rake questioned and beside her Bambi stilled, still a tad bit new to the game but familiar behind the bar. Turning, the albino looking girl eyed her friend.

“Bambi?” She questioned sweetly, her almost purple looking eyes grilling down, at the copper haired girl.

A few giggles slipped from the other girls, NyQuill however, waved them away. “You haven’t indulged us a lot, who would you like to have a threesome with?” Her voice was sweet and dark, just like her warm toned skin and eyes.

But the question still made her cheeks warm, still made her stomach squeeze uneasily. The nice edged smile and charmed voice however eased Bambi all the more into looking down at her hands speaking. “Any two guys?”

“Yep.” Rake smirked, turned into her side as she looked down at the beautifully shy girl beside her.

Even if the six girls worked with her many times together and alone, they knew very little about her, this would allow them to reveal something, anything.

Bambi bit her lip, going through names, and while she was no lightweight, she could feel the alcohol in her stomach burn.

“Coco and Angel.” She smiled, it was bashful and probably predictable because she always served those two boys with a smile and sweet talked them until they were Happy than a horse in a field of hay, but she didn’t mind the girls knowing that she held a little bit of list for them.

“Okay who owes me twenty?” NyQuill asked, Rake and Sugar had passed the dark skinned girl the green crash.

“What the fuck?” Spice asked, wide eyes with a confused quiver of her lips. Bambi had just looked around at the girls. “Was it that obvious?”

“Please.” Mouse scoffed. “You basically eye fuck them until they’re out of eyesight.

“Oh.” The copper haired girl licked her lips before the tequila burned down her throat. If the guys knew she wanted than so badly, why didn’t they try anything yet.

Sugar passed the blunt to the girl, letting her take a hit before squiggling her eyebrows. “You gunna tell us why, hermosa?”

The girl giggled, giving the blunt to Prana before she breathed the smoke out. “Well…Coco has that dominant side to him but I feel like if a girl just pushed a little bit more, he could definitely be a bottom.”

Looking around, the girls held smirks and some looks of surprise.

“What?” She asked.

Rake broke the silence by snorting. “Your a lil freak. I told y’all it was the quiet ones.”

Bambi had let a bark out by that, shaking her head. “You should see my dreams.”

“I basically do.” Mouse quipped. “You can’t keep any emotion off your face when your at the bar.”

“Shut up—look how red she’s getting.” Sugar drawled and the group had finally begun to ease into comfortable territory.

“What about Angel?” Rake smirked, looking down at the girl who she so desperately wanted to kiss but didn’t want to push into weird boundaries.

Bambi had looked around at the girls awaiting smiles, knowing that this might just tip her into ‘no going back’. “I just want to be pounded to sleep.”

“OH MY GOD—“ Spice had piped, tequila shooting from her mouth and onto Rakes feet. “EW ITS STICKY.”

The night was finally hitting the ‘ground zero point’ meaning that the girls were fancy on each other, doing shots of of each others bodies and and smoking until their faces were red.

It was comfortable, and Bambi was happy enough to sit back and indulge in watching it all go down. Finding comfort in the women that were so comfortable that they could be anything to anyone at any moment and still be true to themselves. They could be mean bitchy bartenders but they were also the best girlfriends in the world and always had her back.

After the girls had settled for another round and the story of NyQuill sleeping with Bishop came to light Bambi had almost died as the black girl talked about the threesome they had with Daniela. “And I swear that man knew she was watching because when she wrapped her hand around my neck he smiled.”

“NO—“ Sugar almost screeched, worry evident in her southern drawl and her hand clutching at her cross necklace.

Mouse however kept her leg bouncing as the cigarette between her lips moved slightly. “Sounds like a good time.”

“It was.” NyQuill smiled, before her eyes flared back over at Bambi, the girls nails clinking against a half empty bottle.

“Cariño? Who was the first person you wanted to sink your nails in?” She asked quietly, almost like whispering a secret, but everybody stopped talking to wait for her answer.

The girl tapped her chin, falsely thinking before she came out with it. “I feel like it’s obvious but Coco.”

Take had taken a sip of her water before she sight out a quiet ‘boringgggg’.

“Shhhhhh. I wanna hear why.” Spice waved the girl off, eyes focused intently.

The copper haired girl fidgeted with her fingers. “He’s so mouthy and tense all the time. Between club shit, and other stuff he’s always so tense and always has an attitude.” Her body sunk down the couch, lips coming up to lick her lip gloss.

“I feel like my magical Punani could fix his attitude.”

At her words the basically dead bar was in a riot again, laughed balancing off of each wall and the weed finally kicking in.

The girls had bounced from topic to topic then, with pasts somehow coming up, and of course Bambi had butting in.

She somehow mentioned the reason she had such flexibility was because her other jobs included being an Ex cam girl and she was a current pole dancer.

Which lead to her eating a bag of chips and laying her head down of Prana’s lap, tears falling out of her eyes freely. “And my ex dumped me, which is stupid because we were living in the expensive apartment he wanted—WHICH IS WHY I BECAME A CAM GIRL IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO WE COULD AFFORD IT.”

“That bitch.” Spice muttered, a pissed off huff coming out of her throat. Sugar shook her head, her last tequila shot being used wisely. “Cabroñ.”

“I got a question.” Rake sputtered, her hand dropping as fat as it raised. Bambi nodded at her. “Out with it.”

“Would you rather do a pole dance or a striptease?” The blonde asked, red lipstick smudging as she wiped her dry lips.

A throat cleared before a voice uttered a humorous. “That is shit timing.”

“Nah it’s a good question.” Bambi sat up, her nails dragging up her legs lightly, letting a shiver crawl up her spine. “Being a cam girl was so draining, pole dance.” A shot was handed from her by Spice, the girl looking at with with an understanding glint in her eye.

With the quiet gulp of her own shot, the girls around her did a few shots of their own, Spice taking a guilt shot straight from the bottle, NyQuill and Rake clinking their beers together and Prana taking a actual shot from the pink glass.

“Alright guys, hit me with something else.” Bambi begged, the awkwardness almost felt suffocating.

Mouse laughed, a snorts falling from her nose and shaking her small body. “Who would you give a strip tease?”

“Fucking hell.” Sugar hand came up to the bridge of her nose, squeezing lightly as Spice let out a laugh she tried to hold in.

Bambi herself had lost it and laughed, letting the other know it was a light situation, not something to be afraid of mentioning.

“I’d give Coco a strip tease. His eyes get me going.” The copper haired girl collected herself, arms attaching over the back of the couch.

Absentmindedly she let her eyes crawl over the ink covering her body, letting the line blur together as her eyes closed.

“What about his eyes gets you going?” Prana asked confused, looking to her right at the girl.

Bambi, smiled in response, sleep laced in her tone but that neediness in her voice still there. “The crazy look he gives people when he’s about to clock em’ in the face.”

The group had looked around, a few concerned glared of ‘us she serious’ airing in the room before Mouse spoke up. “You’re into that shit?”

“Big time.” The girls lips sputtered happily as a shot was nudged into her mouth for her, a messy swallow leaving a few drops of tequila dripping down her jaw and onto her neck.

She dozed of lightly, letting the girls talk about how each guy has a different vibe going around him. How some of them were ‘total daddy material’ and how others ‘did not fit this life style’.

If was funny hearing such alike and different women talk about their types, how one day they would all split ways and get married and hopefully eventually had kids that would never know this life.

“Bambi? You alive?” NyQuill asked, her sharp nails poking at the girls face and making one of her eyes open. “I’m alive.” She rasped and the girl smiled.

“We asked you a question.” Mouse’s voice sounded somewhere near the bar. Lifting her head up, she saw that Spice and Mouse were playing pool. The other girls crowded around enjoying themselves. “Repeat it.”

“Who would you pole dance for?” Sugar chimed, passing out a pack of cards with Rake and Prana at the bar.

The cross faded girl barely let her mind register the question before she answered.

“Ezekiel, He has that look.”

The girls looked around,,knowing that none of them had even thought of the prospect as a contender. He wasn’t one of the Mayans until he was patched in.

“What look?” Rake asked, an eyebrow quirked at the girl who was now fully lying down with NyQuill rubbing her back.

“The fresh out of prison look.” Bambi sighed, knowing she was going into stupidly drunk territory. “When they just need to be taken care of and babied. Makes me wanna wrap him in bubble wrap.”

“Ewww.” Someone sounded near the pool table, and Bambi’s middle finger went up. “Eat shit, I love criminals.”

“I’ve only eaten ass once…and it was awesome.”

“Ewww.”

Bambi chuckled at the twos conversation, the voices coming near the bar letting her know to never get near any of those threes mouths.

“You’re down bad.” NyQuill whispered to her, she smiled almost dreamily. “Trust me I know.”

The dark skin girl looked at the newbie before she eyes the clock above their head. “Chicas, final rounds.”

“Awe.”

“Feels like we just got here.”

Mouse had been one of the few girls who needed to drive home so she couldn’t drink another round and it looks like Bambi was out for the count as she was basically snoring on the club couch.

But that didn’t stop her from straddling the girl and poking her awake. “Hello?” The copper haired girl groaned before shoving Mouse on the other side of the couch.

“If you were okay play Kiss, Marry, Kill. Between Creeper, Ezekiel and Taza…who would what be and why?” The dark haired girl grinned as the other had finally sat up on her elbows and yawned. “I wanna go home.”

The ladies at the bar laughed and it earned another groan from bambi before Mouse had shushed them. “I’ll drive you home, after you answer.”

“Kiss Creeper cause he seems like a gentleman, marry Ezekiel cause…if I’m gunna marry anybody it’ll be Ezekiel, and kill Taza cause I’ve barely spoken to him.”

Her answer was short and simple before she rose from the couch and wobbled her way to the bar for her jacket and purse.

“Kill Taza? But he’s so sweet.” Sugar hummed, looking at Bambi with a confused smile.

“Maybe to you.” The copperhead groaned. “But every time I hand him a beer he looks like I shoved a dirty thong in his bike engine.”

The ladies laughed, and NyQuill had sighed, the girls had fun, but they were also tired and emotionally exhausted from the last few weeks they had. “Alright girls, head out, and stay safe. Call me tomorrow morning.”

One by one, the shot glasses were collected, the roaches were in the ashtray and somehow, nobody puked on the ride home.

As the ladies had left one by one, Mouse had gotten Bambi in her car and taken her back to her one bedroom apartment. Letting the girl pass out on the couch with a bottle of water, a bucket and a sloppy kiss to the forehead before she locked the door and left the spare key in the mailbox.

The night had been full of laughs and dirty secrets, just like the saying Laugh Now and Cry Later, the Cry Later part would carry on in the morning.

[narcolini]

the first drop

juice ortiz & oc: ava gomez x oc: sebastian, 1970 words

warnings for depictions of kidnapped hostages

for day 20 of whumpril: sensory deprivation | ‘where am i?’

a/n: ive officially gone mad with power, because now im doing SOA crossover prequels with the in his shadow babes.. i can’t even explain myself. i just needed to see ava being kind to juice LMAO

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She was younger then. Young enough to act with her heart and nothing else, which could’ve ended worse than it did. Would have, even, if Sebastian wasn’t the way he was. The club came first, sure, but only after Ava.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he said, hands on her hips. He was sitting on a stool by the bar, half his usual height, but eye level with her, standing in the spread of his knees. He sighed, thumbs toying with her belt loops. ‘But.’

She smiled, echoing him, ‘But.’ He could never send her away—unless she was in actual danger, then he kept her far enough that she wouldn’t know about it, until it was done already. ‘No-one will know,’ she reassured him, stroking a hand through his hair. He’d just started to grow it long, past his ears, a style that he kept right until the end. ‘They’ll call when it’s time to move them, right?’

He nodded.

‘Then I’ll be gone before anyone even knows.’

‘You got it all worked out, huh?’ A kiss, stolen from her lips, words said smirking into the skin afterwards. ‘You’re more Mayan than I am.’

But she was just visiting, taking the opportunity to kill some time with him, alone in the clubhouse. He was the one on duty, playing guard to the two men tied up in the room behind.

‘Are they important?’ she asked, inclining her head to the back.

He sniffed, shrugging. That was his tell. Not lying, but not spilling secrets either.

‘You won’t tell me?’ she assumed, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. ‘Too dangerous?’

‘Mhmm.’ Another kiss, he was hungry for it. His teeth grazed her bottom lip as he pulled back again. ‘Part of another club,’ he admitted after, sparing what little information he could. ‘Not civilians.’

Because that made all the difference to her then. That made it palatable. They weren’t innocent, but club on club warfare was hardly safe.

‘Sounds risky.’

He smiled, deflecting any worry with the white of his teeth. ‘Risk’s my middle name, chula.’

Her laugh was interrupted by the shrill of his phone, blaring from his chest pocket. He patted her thighs, signalling for her to give him space to stand, then disappeared with it out the front. Another precaution of his: he never took calls that could be incriminating in front of her. Always answered them in another room with an apologetic look, a flash of a tight-lipped smile before he went.

It didn’t bother her. She was there for him, not to eavesdrop. She was about to leave, she was, assuming the call was the signal that the rest were coming back—but then she heard it. Movement from the room Sebastian had told her to steer clear of.

It wasn’t loud, or noticeably human really. It sounded like dogs against a door, scratching and scratching, nails to the wood. There were no dogs, of course, just two men. But the repetition was the same. The desperation was the same. She had never been good at ignoring that, heart over head.

Just a minute. Just while he was on the phone.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge behind the bar and went, hot-footing before she could be stopped, before she had time to think better of it herself. Because she would’ve, right? She would’ve recognised the recklessness of it eventually.

The door wasn’t even locked when she got to it, just pulled shut and left like any other day. When she slipped through, she half expected to find them both pressed against the other side of it, but they weren’t, because no one had been pawing at it the way dogs do.

It was a bedroom, one of the spare dorms for members to crash in. Curtains drawn, dark, stale like it hadn’t been aired out in a while. It smelt like damp, or sweat. Some chemical she didn’t recognise.

They were tied to the bed frame opposite, sat on the floor with their arms behind their backs. Hoods over their heads, legs forced to sit crossed, knees straining against two pairs of jeans. The one on the left was slumped still, bagged-head facing down toward his lap, body leaning forward from the anchor of his tied hands.

The other was the source of the noise. He was awake, she could see the rise and fall of his chest from where she stood, elevated by his panic. The scratching had been the sound of zip-ties, rubbed up and down on the frame behind him frantically, relentlessly. Like the rounded metal would ever bore through the plastic of them.

It would only take a minute. She didn’t even have to remove his hood.

‘Careful,’ she said, quiet but enough of a surprise to make him jump still, his back hitting the end of the bed with a rattle. ‘You’ll do more damage to your wrists than the ties.’

She was in front of him now, on one knee. The second time she spoke, he had stilled, chest heaving, but panic easing. Her voice was registering with him then, proving to be less of a threat. She was a woman. It made a difference. He didn’t flinch when he felt her shoe against his own, or her fingers around the hemline of the hood.

‘Where am I?’ he asked, stuttering at first.

‘I can’t tell you that.’ She folded it up a couple inches, over his chin, until it stayed. Just high enough to leave his mouth free. ‘I brought you some water.’ Her hands were shaking slightly, knowing the time pressure, the risk, but her voice stayed steady.

He swallowed, then took in a breath big enough to make him cough, desperate for the cool, unrestricted air. ‘Jax?’ he asked afterwards, which she could only assume was the name of the man beside him.

He hadn’t moved still.

‘He must’ve had a bigger dose of whatever they gave you.’ She leant across and put her hand under the other hood to press two fingers to his throat. There was pulse, slow but regular. ‘He’s fine,’ she told him, ‘just asleep.’

The first man nodded, his cover slipping back over this lip slightly. They didn’t have time for conversation. She shouldn’t be telling him anything at all, had probably caused some domino effect she couldn’t even imagine just by opening the door and looking in.  

‘Here.’ She unscrewed the water bottle, holding it up to his mouth. ‘Have some.’

His head must have been spinning, his tongue must’ve been dry enough to make every breath feel like a gag, but he refused it still. Set his lips together when she began to tip the bottle.

‘It’s water,’ she insisted, trying to hide her urgency. To him, rushing would make it sound like whatever she was offering was dangerous, a threat. ‘Look, I’ll have some.’ She pulled the bottle back, taking a large gulp from it. She did it as audibly as possible, because he couldn’t see at all, made sure to slosh the water against the rim, to swallow loud and sigh afterwards. A dumb theatre, but it was all she could think to do.

‘The fuck is this?’ he breathed, voice pinching. He was beginning to panic again, wrists tugging against the bars behind. Zip-ties scratching. ‘Where the fuck am I?’

‘Shh, shh.’ It was infectious, his panic. She shouldn’t be in here. Sebastian was only taking a call. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked, spouting the first thing that came to mind. ‘I’m Ava.’

He stopped wriggling. A tear ran down his cheek, from the eyes beneath the black cloth.

‘I’m not even supposed to be in here,’ she confessed. She definitely wasn’t supposed to have given him her name, either. The reality of that was beginning to set in. ‘So, I help you, and you help me, by forgetting I was ever here, okay?’

There was a fraction of movement, a half-committed nod. ‘Juice.’ He panted, swallowed back the dryness of his voice. ‘I’m Juice.’

‘Okay, Juice.’ She put the bottle to his mouth again, tilting it with him as he put his head back. ‘Sorry.’ Some spilled from the lip, wet down his chin, not that it mattered. It obviously didn’t matter. He was drinking like he hadn’t in days.

Had it been days? She didn’t even know how long they’d been in there.

When he pulled away, she did too, re-capping the bottle. She couldn’t leave it there, he didn’t have the hands free to use it.

‘Thank-you.’ He was breathing slower then, and not bothering to lick the water from his lips, but instead enjoying the relief of it. Just for a little longer.

She sat back onto the heels of her shoes. You’re welcome felt inappropriate. She was part of the crime now. She could have easily cut him free if she wanted to, could have let him slip out the back with Jax over his shoulder, and claimed she had nothing to do with it. But her heart only went so far. She was scared too.

‘I should—’

The door swung open behind her, wood hitting the closet beside loud enough to make them both jump. She was on her feet, water bottle scattering away from her, before he had even said anything—it could only have ever been Sebastian. There was no-one else around and conscious.

‘Sorry,’ she said, apologising already.

He was speaking over her, sharp brows tugged together, his face livid. It wasn’t anger, really, but fear, disbelief.  ‘The fuck, A…?’ He stopped himself, stealing her name back defensively, as if she hadn’t already given it to Juice on her own accord. ‘No puedes estar aquí.’ He was panting, head shaking. Tongue slipping into spanish for the sake of secrecy.

‘I was just giving him water.’ She couldn’t offer anything but English herself, her brain had frozen in the panic of getting caught. ‘That’s all.’

‘Water?’ He crossed the room in a step, hand reaching for the folded hood. ‘No es una casita, nena.’ He tugged it down roughly, hiding Juice’s mouth and chin again, before turning back to her. ‘No sabes que lo peligroso es esto? Si algún chingamadre…’

She followed his meaning well enough. If it got back to the rest of the club, or worse, the Sons themselves. If anyone connected her, to this, to them. ‘He didn’t see my face,’ she rushed, head shaking.

Juice was sitting statue-like, obviously awake but doing his best to act otherwise. He could’ve said something. He could’ve used her name in his favour, and made a threat, scared Sebastian into making a deal for their release. But he said nothing. Just sat there listening, shoulders rising and falling with each cutting breath.

‘Oyó tu voz,’ Sebastian insisted, grinding it through his teeth. He took her by the arm then, pulling her with him, back across the room and through the doorway. ‘Fuck, Ava,’ he muttered, shutting the door behind him. ‘You know how much shit I’d be in if the guys knew about this?’

But it was just water. And they made a deal, right? Juice would forget she was even there.

She paled regardless. ‘You won’t tell them, will you?’

He sighed, staring at the wood for a moment before replying. ‘You need to go,’ he said, ‘they’re on their way back.’

He wasn’t looking at her, but when he did, glancing up before he could step away, he saw the doubt printed across her features. The worry that she’d gone too far this time; that she’d tripped up and he wouldn’t catch her.

‘Of course I won’t,’ he added, frowning. ‘Why would I?’

Because she came first, she always came first.

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Whatever happens, just come home to me

Manny (Mayans) x ex-ofc ft their daughter

Words: 2277

Warnings: Angst, worry, fearing the worst

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Angela took a deep breath, drawing air into her lungs, holding, then releasing it. It does little to calm the tension in her muscles and churning in her stomach. When it came to Manny the club, she tried to keep her hands off the cards.

When they used to be together, any indication something was off would bring her to the table; cards spread out, turning them over one by one with nervous anticipation; waiting to see if her instincts were right or wrong. Though the cards rarely led her astray, they added to her anxiety and worry about his overall safety.

When Angela said yes to him, she had an idea what she was signing up for. One can’t date and fall in love with a biker and expect peace and calm, she knew that. Though the whole MC thing was a deterrent, she was head over heels for him, and the dangerous weren't' enough to keep them apart.

But it eventually did become too much, and along with some other things, despite all the love between them, after 7 years and a daughter, they parted ways. It wasn’t easy to do, she nearly bit her nails off as she geared herself up for the conversation. The look in his eyes broke her heart. But it was for the best. They both knew that, even if they hated it, even if the breakup broke their hearts.

The last two days, Manny has been heavy on her mind, more than usual. They’ve been separated for about a year now, but still see each other often and co-parent 4-year-old Ana with love and respect. Their relationship is good, and he’s even been spending more time here over the last month.

In one way, it’s nice, it's how things used to be when they all lived in this house. When they broke up, she was ready to search for an apartment, but Manny told her to take the house and he got an apartment himself. Ana loves having him around, she’s a daddy's girl after all, and being able to wake up and see him has been spoiling her, and in some ways, Angela too.

After the breakup, things were a bit weird and very emotional, but once they passed that hump, they fell back into the comfort and ease they have always had. When he stays over, Manny sleeps in the spare bedroom. On some nights, she stares at the second pillow where he used to be and contemplates welcoming him into the bedroom.

It would be easy to extend that invite, they’re close and still flirt with each other, even if they don’t intend to. The energy is there, like an elephant in the room but neither have acted on it. The closest they got was three months after the breakup, he dropped Ana off and stayed for dinner.

As they cleaned up in the kitchen, and Ana watched a short cartoon as her food digested, they almost kissed. Just as their lips brushed together, Angela put her hands on his chest and put some space between them.

“We shouldn’t.”

Manny looked at her longingly and took a step back. After apologizing, he shifted his focus to the sink and resumed washing dishes. That was the last they spoke about it….

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Teen Wolf;

Derek Hale-Werewolf-35-Single-Demisexual/Pansexual Young Derek Hale-Werewolf-18/21-Single-Pansexual Eli Hale-Werewolf-18-Single-Bisexual Peter Hale-Werewolf-35-Single-Bisexual Young Peter Hale-Werewolf-18/21-Taken-Bisexual/Polyamorous Lydia Martin-Banshee-18/21-Single-Bisexual/Polyamorous Theo Raeken-Chimera-18/21-Single-Demisexual/Bisexual Jordan Parrish-Hellhound-34-Single-Bisexual Talia Hale-Werewolf-55-Single-Pansexual

Original Characters;

Dericka Hale-Werewolf-33-Single-Pansexual Young Dericka Hale-Werewolf-18/21-Single-PansexualMarzena Stilinski-Human-18/28-Single-PansexualRebecca Lewis-Human-22-Single-Bisexual

The Originals;

Niklaus Mikaelson-Hybrid-1034-Single-Bisexual Kol Mikaelson-Witch-1000-Single-Bisexual

Bitten;

Nicholas Sorrentino-Werewolf-35-Single-Bisexual

The Vampire Diaries;

Malachai Parker-Heretic-49-Single-Demisexual/Asexual Tyler Lockwood-Hybrid-29-Single-Bisexual

Supernatural;

Dean Winchester-Human-42-Single-Bisexual (Closeted) Castiel-Angel-Ancient-Single-Pansexual Benjamin Lafitte-Vampire-141-Single-Pansexual

Marvel;

Tony Stark-Human-51-Single-Bisexual Eddie Brock/Venom-Human/Symbiote-36-Single-Pansexual/Polyamorous Wade Wilson-Mutate-47-Single-Bisexual/Polyamorous Peter Parker (Peter 3)-Mutate-22-Single-Bisexual/Polyamorous James ‘Bucky’ Barnes-Super Soldier-105-Single-Bisexual Steve Rogers-Super Soldier-104-SingleBisexual Loki Laufeyson/Laufeydottir-Frost Giant-1054-Single-Genderfluid/Pansexual

Shadow and Bone;

Aleksander Morozova-Grisha-Ancient-Single-Pansexual

Sons Of Anarchy;

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller-Human-44-Single-Bisexual (Closeted) Harry ‘Opie’ Winstion-Human-44-Single-Straight Juan Carlos ’Juice’ Ortiz-Human-37-Single-Bisexual Happy Lowman-Human-50-Single-Straight Wendy Case-Human-39-Single/Divorced-Bisexual

Mayans MC;

Angel Reyes-Human-37-Single-Straight Manny-Human-39-Single-Bisexual Nails-Human-25-Single-Bisexual

Stranger Things;

Billy Hargrove-Human-20-Single-Straight (Closeted Bisexual) Steve Harrington-Human-20-Single-Bisiexual Eddie Munson- Human-20-Single-Bisiexual Chrissy Cunningham-Human-19-Single-Bisexual Henry Creel/001-Unknown-75-Single-Pansexual James Hopper-Human-45-Divorced/Single-Bisexual Gareth-Human-18-Single-Bisexual Karen Wheeler-Human-34-Single/Divorced-Bicurious Max Mayfield-Human-19-Single-Bisexual

Scream;

Billy Loomis-Human-18/35-Single-Bisexual Samantha Carpenter Loomis-Human-24-Single-Bisexual

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#5

Mayans Spoilers

Episode 8

Chile EZ no longer in the building…like that man is completely gone! Is it bad that I’m kinda turned on by it? 🙃

Louisa does not need to be anybodys mom…not rn at least…she needs to do some major healing. But Angel is such a cute daddy omg 🥺 I wonder why he hasn’t said anything to Felipe or EZ about the baby.

Angel semi trying to be there for EZ is adorable. He’s not that good at it probably because he always felt he never had a support system

They just ok Nails girl bye lmaoo

I’m sick of Emily like why? Just why?

Felipe is just heartbroken all the way around and it’s breaking my heart

Miguel can’t catch a break lmao

Taza giving Bish the same attitude now and I am all the way here for it.

Jess girl should’ve just minded her damn business because now look at her ass smh

24 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#4

It still think it’s hilarious that JD plays the younger brother and he’s older than Clayton lmaoo

26 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#3

Mayans spoilers

This shit is out of control chile!

I was so conflicted when EZ and Manny (idk his characters name yet) were fighting 😭

Gilly is forever about that action lmaoo

Angel and Nails? No just fuckin no. She is not built for this life. Her trying to stop him from going after his brother pissed me off so bad…even though I know it’ll hurt Angel I really hope the baby ain’t his because I can’t take much of her and all her crying. Like idk why they’re forcing this…mans literally dreads having to go home and then deleting his other baby’s pic? Ion like that. At least he isn’t sleeping in jeans anymore though.

I thought we were going to get two whole episodes without Emily but…

Bish has officially lost it…idk mans needs a hug and therapy

While I’m happy Manny has a neck tattoo (they knew) that shit is so ugly lmao like wth?!

They did not have to make me think they killed Angel..I was about to turn the whole show off and never watch again

EZ with that fake ass beard had me crying lmaoo but I’m happy we get to see more of his time in prison

The time jump was weird though..like why?

Letty needs to relax like foreal

EZ also needs a whoopin for many things but do not ignore my father in law like that sir! Also that big ass dog in that little ass trailer?

Taza just seemed out of it man…he’s battling his demons like shit

I’m guessing we’re going to get a lot of flash backs? Because they didn’t explain some shit within those 4 months. I mean was coco punished or anything? Or they just said fuck it. I’m so happy he’s clean again thought but he needs to let Hope go.

This man from jail is gonna set EZ on a rampage I feel like…

I’m excited for this season though

27 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#2

Mayans Spoilers

Episode 6

Manny is back!!!! Been waiting on boo and he’s ready to tear some shit up!

So like I know Angel is the bad boy, fuck boy and everything else but them making him sleep with Letty? I feel like he really never would’ve done that. That’s so fucked and messy and her ass better not be pregnant! He shouldn’t have been the one to go anyways

Gilly was really the only one visibly upset about Coco and I don’t appreciate that at all

I hope something actually happens with EZ and that girl. Especially since Emily is on his line again. Can she just go to jail or something?

Miguel coming out of hiding? 👀 I wonder who he called. Where is Nester? 👀

Once they showed Luisa finding her baby I knew they were going to make Nails lose hers. Which is fucked up. But she can go ahead and take that ring off because we all know…

I don’t like that they made Angel lose another child though and papa Reyes was excited about having a grandchild.

Also what is papa Reyes doing? Is he moving like what’s going on? Did I miss something?

I guess we’re going to war 🙃

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[cloveroctobers]

THINKING OUT LOUD — Angel Reyes x black! Reader

A/n: was this requested? No. I missed writing for him so here we are! Im finally in the mood to write something so be free from my drafts! Lol. I’m trying to stick to short writings so I don’t get overwhelmed. This one was mostly narrated about the history between y/n + angel since we know I tend to make things lengthy sometimes. Hope you don’t mind for this part!

Genre: angst — it’s me we’re talking about here! + drama? Not really more heavy on the angst!

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Once upon a time you were doing so well on your own. Some might say two years was long enough and some might say it was too short to fully move on. Your therapist? She said everyone moves at their own pace but ultimately you had the power to chose what happens next.

You had a weak moment and that was okay. Sure it pissed you off now that you looked back at it and you could have easily avoided him like you’ve been doing since you were no longer married. However your therapist would be scolding you for blaming yourself, it was good that you were acknowledging the facts but that didn’t mean you had to kick yourself in the ass repeatedly over it.

Yeah…tell that to your broken heart.

It was great minding your business.

And Angel Reyes had the power to disrupt that. You’ve been divorced for two years—but that didn’t mean you didn’t see him for a whole two years. Of course you had an attachment to everyone in the club since you were angel’s girl; his wife so it was extremely hard to just completely erase him being part of your life. It was nasty divorce and drunk angel turned even nastier. Press the wrong buttons and you could be that evil bitch too, everything wasn’t always one sided and you hated that side of you.

Ultimately you had to do what was best for you. That house the both of you were buying twenty-seven minutes away from santo padre? Was just yours now and you made sure of it, you quit hotel management a month after the divorce and decided to put your archives degree to work—you were always about business and never scared to get your paper up, you put on weight and managed it with exercising twice a week, in short everything was different and changing in your life so no more forever relationship would ruin that for you. You did put on a good show to your friends and the club because of course this shit hurt, you loved that man with all that you had but angel always felt like he wasn’t good enough and you were tired of fighting for this relationship. You didn’t have as much patience as you originally thought.

He happened to be at the farmers market downtown in your area on a Sunday. It was clear there was some business arrangement going on as you noticed the rest of the club spread around. You had a Lambrusco slushie in your hands as you browsed one of the vendors in search of some therapy plants. Currently you were transforming your indoor porch to a green room and your grandmother already sent you a list in the mail from down south telling you what to buy.

That woman made it known that she and your mother would be coming up for thanksgiving. And she may be tiny but when she made suggestions she expected you to follow them…so yes you were getting ready now in the middle of summer.

“Whatchu know about…Lavandula, y/n?” Was the first thing Angel said to you, head tilted to the side as he read the tag.

Huffing you looked up at the man, “a lot more than you, since I’m positive you don’t even know what you just said.”

Angel blinked, “it’s purple and im picking up a sense of attitude so it’s gotta be lavender or sum’ right?” He lifted his shoulders nonchalantly as he tried to drag you.

“Did you just slither over here to get on my nerves?”

“Nah, I came over to see who was filling that sage dress out so nicely, querida.” Angel licked his lips as he eyed your figure from the side and stepped to the left, his eyes lingered on your backside making you roll your eyes, “and I knew it had to be someone familiar the closer I got to you. I mean I should know that body anywhere even with a few minor changes.”

Maybe you should have stopped sipping on your wine slushie but it gave you the liquid courage to stop the way your belly was beginning to feel.

Smiling you reached out to grasp his bicep which caught angel by surprise as he eyed your nude nails that gripped him nicely, “well I wish I had some sage now to get rid of the demon that’s right in front of me.”

Spinning you turned back to the woman who appeared with most of your list of plants, “thank you ma’am, do you have any sage by chance?”

Angel couldn’t help but to chuckle at your antics and it all seemed to happen in slow motion when you glanced back over him. It was a breezy but warm day here and you were living at ease until Angel came back in like a tornado, messing with your peace.

That day at the farmer’s market led him back to your house. He seemed to like what you did with the stucco 3 bedroom single family home as he looked around, helping you bring the plants in. However there was a hint of bitterness swirling around his chest at the thought that he couldn’t share this with you. He took note of each detail, what you updated and what you didn’t and imagined what he would do if it was the both of you here instead.

You offered him dinner as a thank you for helping you with the load of plants in your home. Who was angel to turn down a meal with the woman he could have spent the rest of his life with? A bottle of wine and a meal led to the both of you fucking on top of the tile island…it wasn’t your proudest moment but angel sensed it wouldn’t be the last and unfournately he was right.

Opening that door (and your legs) led to what you should have known. You got comfortable in what it used to be with a man you were familiar with. You were healing yourself before you involved yourself in other relationships…with Angel Reyes he couldn’t say the same.

Bishop was the one to invite you to a party at the club when he spotted you at one of the gas stations, part of you told you not to go and the other missed the feeling of being surrounded by people who you considered family. You were doing shots with Creeper and Gilly when a hand touched your upper back, revealing Hank who you beamed at.

“Hey, Tranq!” You wrapped your arms around the man’s waist who returned it with a kiss to the top of your head.

He then whispered in your ear that he needed to speak with you over the music.

“Alright boys, don’t let my seat get too cold! I’ll be back.”

Creeper pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed at his stomach, “take your time, mama.”

Which earned a laugh from you and Tranq while Gilly roughly wiggled Creeper’s shoulder who felt himself on the urge of hurling. He cupped his mouth and smacked the man’s arm down before he scrapped the chair back to rush off to the bathrooms.

Tranq led you over towards the window where the music seemed to be less loud when he began talking to you. He made small talk, checking in on you, glad to see that you were doing well before he got into it.

“I don’t mean to be blunt so forgive me if this comes out wrong…are you and Angel messing around?”

You didn’t meet his eyes but laughed it off a bit, “why? are you boys making stupid bets about us?”

Tranq took a brief inhale, “I think it would be best if the two of you ended things. I also think angel hasn’t been honest with you, y/n.”

“Honest about what?” You folded your arms.

The signal of someone entering the bar caused you to look over your shoulder in the right moment. Ez came through first followed by a shorter girl with curly hair who had her hand attached to Angel’s. Your eyes focused on their exchange once they entered the bar, how she was all smiles as angel leaned down to peck her lips and then bring her ring covered finger up to his lips afterwards.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you whipped yourself around, staring at your feet as you tried to numb this feeling down.

“Yeah, I was caught off guard too since nails and I—or I thought we could—are you okay?” Tranq stumbled over his words as he reached out to lift your chin.

The feeling of regret washed over you. You let this man back into your life like it was old times, fucking around like rabbits on every surface of YOUR house and he had the nerve to treat you of all people like his side? You were livid. This was beyond disrespect at this time. Normally your cool took time to simmer, you knew how to control it but tonight? You were letting it be known and out loud.

“I’m so sick of his shit!” You screamed, turning around as you caught the attention of Bishop and Taza who were seated at a table near by.

Both men watched in curiosity as you stomped across the wooden floor, their eyes briefly scanning Tranq who attempted to follow after you. On your way by you snatched two more shot glasses, downed one and went over to nails who seemed to separate from angel and stood by the other bar girls who were most likely her friends?

“Hey, nails right?” You greeted the girl who appeared confused.

“Yeah that’s me and you are?”

“Just a old family friend of angel’s and ez’s.” You held out a glass to her in which she cautiously took, “I hear you and Angel are…”

The blonde Asian girl cut in, “nails was the one to finally tie that bull down, tell her nails!”

Nails laughed with her head down, “we’re engaged.”

“That calls for celebration! I’m late to the party though since he didn’t let me know. Drink up, girl!” You encouraged.

Nails sighed, “I wish I could…but I’m expecting.”

Your eyes went wide as you caught yourself on the bar, leaning your arms against the counter. Nails eyed you in concern almost reaching out to help you but a false smile stretched out onto your lips as you slapped the counter.

“Another round on me, love!” You requested to the blonde behind the counter who failed to hide her expression at your antics.

It only took a minute before she slid four glasses over to you. Next you climbed up onto the counter, shots in your hands as you let out a whistle to get people’s attention.

“Hey everyone, you may or may not know me but I’m y/n Semedo! Previously known as y/n Reyes!” You didn’t bother getting Nails reaction since it wasn’t about her.

You began walking the bar so at ease with your wide heels on, “I just want to give a huge shout-out to angel and nails on their engagement and their new bundle of joy…since I had no idea!

“Oh shit.” You heard Ez mumble as he was closet male to you, followed by tranq.

A burp rumbled in your chest as you let out a small laugh, “excuse me yall…I’m just thinking out loud here as I go! I remember my first pregnancy. It was tragic, a ectopic pregnancy so make sure the moment you feel your body isn’t acting right, you make those appointments as soon as you can honey or else it’ll fuck you up even more. I tried to ignore the signals my body was sending me also on top of dedicating my time to Angel Reyes’ needs only. I almost died for this man by cleaning up his reckless shit. How did you get those cuts and bruises Angel?”

You then glanced around the room noticing the marks on majority of their faces too, not caring about the looks people were sending you. You didn’t need anyone’s pity, you made that known but playing with fire gets you burned.

“Okay, y/n. Let’s get you down.” Ez reached up for you since Angel was making no sign to go to you.

He just held up a wall, beer bottle in his hands, eyes locked on you while nails stared at him in disbelief at what she was hearing.

Kicking your leg out at the brawny man you shushed him, “I’ll get down when I’m good and ready, Ezekiel. This speech is all for good intentions, they say it’s healthy to get things out in the open. That’s what I’m doing. I just don’t understand how some people can’t? I mean if you’re with the person you’re meant to be with, why can’t they share the same decency and let you know something so simple. They’re getting married and having a baby. Boom. Easy.”

“It should be as easy as it is for you with your whole ‘no strings attached arrangement’ you try so hard to have, Angel. Fuck that! It’s the same pattern with you, you say that but pick one out of the three to really fuck up. First it was me, then Adelita, and now it’s your turn nails!” You laughed as you rambled on.

Tossing your head back you downed the shot and snapped your fingers for the blonde to hand you the second but tranq held his hand out to advise against that. Reaching down you at least snatched the lime from the glass to suck on.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” you sucked air between your teeth at the tartness, “but these lessons?! This is it for me, for real this time. I might just fuck around and marry Hank here, at least he knows how to be honest and loyal. How does that sound? But to conclude, congratulations to the new couple! And it’s always fuck my ex husband, Angel Reyes!”

You grinned holding the dry lime out in cheers at the man across the room, who rubbed at his jaw in annoyance. Giving one last bow, you tossed the lime at angel’s feet which made him charge over to you as you held out your hands for Ez and tranq to help you down.

Nails intervened angel from getting to you, “how dare you, y/n!? Trying to embarrass me in front of my club? My place of business?”

Snorting you replied, “that’s all you care about huh? Your precious club instead of your got damn dishonesty?! You’re acting as if I told everyone what you’ve been doing lately. When did you two get engaged and how far long are you?”

Angel didn’t answer making nails look between the two of you; leaving her to answer, “he asked me two weeks ago with his mother’s wedding ring and I’m a week or so longer before that? A month maybe.”

Throwing your head back in laughter you clapped it up for the man who bit down on his tongue so hard, hoping you didn’t say anything else. Just last week he had you pressed up against the sliding door in your bedroom, hitting it from the back while coaching you to tell him you’re his while he was out here asking some girl to marry him.

Classic Angel Reyes.

“…Maybe next time don’t tell someone you love them just to turn around and marry someone else and have their baby.”

“So I can’t move on? You’ve been doing that shit. Living in a house that we agreed to buy together and who knows who you’ve been playing house with there?!” Angel yelled, making nails slightly step away from him.

He didn’t know how he sounded right now but true feelings seem to seep out without a thought when it came to you.

“Was that your plan to get back in? To leave your mark all over my house as if you already didn’t put me through it?! Hitting me with a divorce and then acting like you didn’t, then fucking Adelita behind my back while still trying to control who I let into my life when you’re no longer in it? You’re sick, you know.” You pointed a finger at the man, ready to charge at him but Ez wrapped one solid arm around your waist.

Tranq glanced at bishop and taza who signaled with their eyes that it was time to wrap this up, “if you both cant hold a civil conversation elsewhere then it’s best for the both of you to just end this for good.”

“I tried!” You patted your chest at each word, “I was better or getting there and fucking Angel ruined that! Y’all don’t need to talk to me, you need to talk to your fucking brother—since I just warned all the girls in here what’s he’s about, so don’t any of you stand here and try to judge me.”

You wiggled yourself out of Ez’s hold but he still held his arms out to block you just in case you wanted to get a few hits in. He understood why you might, old you would have been attacked and sure that wasn’t a good look when it came to anger yet hurt people do stupid things.

Taking deep breaths you calmed yourself down before a smile broke out onto your lips, a smile that would haunt angel’s dreams as sent one his way.

“Don’t show up to my house, I’m warning you, Angel, since you won’t like what you might find. I could be onto the next dick or have a shotgun waiting for your ass as soon as you get through the door. And we both know I don’t miss.” You walked by them all, snatching your fallen jacket off the ground.

You stopped at the door, “my apologies to you bish for the little rowdiness, but hey! at least nobody’s face is broken by my hands this time huh? I’m sure it won’t happen again.” You gave your apology to the man who dipped his head at you.

“Take care of yourself, y/n.” He told you, slightly glaring at angel before he raised a glass at you in which you winked.

“Tranq? Take me home, I’m no good to drive.” You asked, and he paused for only a second before grabbing his own jacket to follow you out.

“The fuck? no.” Angel stepped forward, remembering what you just said not too long ago and one thing you loved was getting under angel’s skin when he couldn’t do the same in return anymore.

Tranq stopped at the door, hand on the knob after you disappeared from everyone’s frame as he met Nails and then Angel’s eyes, “stand down angel. I got this.”

And with the door shut, Angel took one arm and slapped the remaining shot glasses off the counter before he stalked off, fishing his jeans for a cigarette.

[michaelirby]

nails and hank?? my babies?? my loves??

nothing fucking better happen to hank or i will literally go karen on the writers

[imagineredwood]

hiii can u do HC for Miguel dealing with a bratty reader when he's just trying to work?

Wasn't sure if you wanted this to be SFW or NSFW so I did two 💗 They can be read separately or read consecutively if you want to read the NSFW one as well. The NSFW one could be read as like a part 2 of the first

SFW

He had told you to hang on

That as soon as he was finished signing these documents, you would have his undivided attention

But that hadn't worked for you

You had missed him all-day

All alone in the big mansion by yourself

Now he was finally home

And ignoring you :(

He'd been sympathetic at first

Telling you that he was sorry and he would make it up to you

But you had decided that being a brat would get you what you wanted

And that was exactly what you had done

Barging into his office to offer him a bite of your yogurt

He'd taken the spoonful you had offered him and then sent you out

Thinking that'd be the end

Foolishly

You'd returned merely 4 minutes later, asking him which shoes he thought you should order

He'd picked the cream ones and sent you on your way again

And once again you'd returned, asking him to peel and orange for you

And he'd told you to leave again

Yet here you were, once more, sitting on the side of his desk, eyes burning holes into him as you waited for him to acknowledge you

NSFW

He told you to wait

That he was busy with this paperwork and that as soon as he was done, he would give you attention

That if you were good, and patient, he would make it worth the wait

Yet here you were

Perched atop his desk

Legs swinging

Your bare foot coming up higher to press at his thigh sometimes

Pressing at his crotch others

Your hands resting on the desk on either side of you

Your pussy bare and begging for attention from under your skirt

He wasn't sure if you had discarded your panties somewhere along the way

Or if you had entered his office with them already gone

But he was ignoring you, or trying his best anyway

Eyes stuck on the papers in front of him

Ignoring you and your pouty mouth and lonely pussy

Ignoring the sporadic whines of "Miguelllllll" that left your mouth every few seconds

He remained stoic

Not wanting to encourage your brattiness

But you weren't giving up so easily

Hopping off his desk with a huff and then coming to stand beside him

Hand on his shoulder playing with the collar of his shirt

Nail 'accidentally' scratching lightly at the side of his neck with a falsly innocent "oops"

Your knee pushed and prodded against his, your voice whiny as you spoke

"Let me sit in your lap at least. I won't bother you. I swear."

That was bullshit

And you both knew it

But Miguel was going to make you regret pushing him

So he sat back slightly and let you climb into his lap, chuckling as he watched you settle into his chest, thinking you had won

His hand reached into the drawer to his right and fished out the vibrator

Your back straightening as you heard it switch on

He was nestling it between the two of you then, pressing it firmly against your bare cunt

Sucking his teeth at you as you whined

"You wanted to be a little fucking brat and get attention right? Now you have it. So you're going to shut up and sit there until I'm done."

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