#Miguel Galindo one shot

[justanoasisimagines]

Mi Amor,

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Today it's been five years since I first laid eyes on you. I cannot believe it's been so long. Only yesterday, was I looking at you during a board meeting. You were knowledgeable and brilliant and the way you held your own was remarkable. I admit I knew then I would know you. Did I know it would lead us to a five-year relationship full of ups and downs? No. However, I'm glad I followed my instincts because it led me to you. Happy Anniversary Mi Amor, here's to many more years together. With you by my side, I'll always be unstoppable. Yours Forever, Miguel x

[imagineredwood]

"You should be scared of me. I like that you're not."

Request: You should be scared of me. I like that you're not with our cartel daddy Miguel Galindo"

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Gun violence, mild blood

Word count: 595

"Come here."

Miguel's voice was gruff as he spoke to you, hand outstretched for you to place yours into it. You stared at him blankly for a handful of seconds, willing for both the fog in your brain and the ringing in your ears to go away. Miguel didn't move, hand still reaching. His heart pounded in his chest, though not from the shootout. From the idea that maybe this would be the thing that finally drove you away. 

The late nights? You had understood. The missed or canceled dates? They'd made you sad, but you knew business was important. Bodyguards all around? Intrusive at times, but necessary. The cartel life had only been glittering necklaces and champagne-filled flutes during bubble baths up until this point. The danger Miguel always spoke on seemingly nonexistent it was so far removed. You hadn't seen it yet; hadn't been subjected to it. 

Until tonight. 

With the shots ringing out, the beautiful crystal clear glass of the windows nearby shattering, the chaos and yelling men. It had shocked you just as much as the sharp pain of your skinned knee when Miguel had shoved you to the ground behind the Suburban. Now here you were, standing back upright, a small trickle of blood dripping down your knee as you stared at your fiance. His eyes were fierce but there was a sadness in them as he wondered if now that you had seen the true state of things, you would decide neither he nor his life were for you and split. That worry fizzled though as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you in return, one holding the small of your back to keep you upright while the other cradled the back of your head to him. You clung to him, small shudders running through your body as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. He was your safe space. Nothing and no one could make you feel safer, even with all of the casings that littered the street around you. Foolish and dangerous as it may have been. Despite he himself actually being the danger, there wasn't a place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Miguel pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, ushering you into the vehicle with the help of Nestor, it taking off before either of you could get your seatbelts on. The ride home was silent, your hand clutching Miguels. Neither of you broke it until you were in your bathroom, Miguel kneeling before you to clean your leg while you sat on the counter. 

“You should be scared of me. I like that you’re not.” 

You gazed at him through heavy eyes, the adrenaline from before having worn out and left you ready to crash. Your smile was soft as you looked at him, following him with your eyes as he stood. 

"I could never be scared of you. If there's one thing that doesn't scare me, it's you. You had me on the ground before I even knew what was happening. You saved me. Nothing you do will ever scare me. Unless you tried to cannibalize me or something." 

Your heartfelt way of confirming that you weren't going anywhere both warmed his heart and made him chuckle with a shake of his head. He wrapped his arms around your middle and tugged you off the counter into him, voice taking on a husky edge as he dragged you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. 

"Oh, I'll cannibalize you alright." 

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Gotta Be Somebody-Part 7

Angel Reyes X Reader

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My dearest Angel,

I’m writing this in the quiet of the night while everyone is asleep. It’s times like this I miss you the most. I miss how we would sit and stare at the sky all night on my balcony when we couldn’t sleep. I miss you every second of every day. Knowing you’re safe is what keeps me going.

Soon this will all be over and I can see you again. I take any chance I can get to leave compound to do for Adelita in hopes by some chance I’ll get to see you on this side of the border. Sometimes I think I do, but I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

You remember my favorite song? Gotta be somebody? All I can think about the last couple of months is how I want to be your somebody and you mine. Don’t tell dad cause he’d kill us both, but I love you, Angel. I know you love me, too. I seen it, that day that I had to leave, in your eyes.

I don’t know what will happen in the days or weeks, hell, even months to come, but I wanted you to know in case something happened to me.

I’ve got to go. Before someone wakes and sees me still awake. Until I can see you again, my angel.

(Y/N)

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I sat in the perch of the safe house, taking guard of Miguel’s product for Adelita. She’s started trusting me more and more lately; all thanks to my knowledge of shit from Coco and Gilly. That trust is what I’m hoping works in my favor in the weeks to come. This raid I helped with on dad and the guys is the starting line in my plan.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a whistle from my left. I looked over to see one of the guys motioning at movement in the distance. That was my que to move. It would seem dad gave Miguel my letter and he’s cashing in on that now. I slipped the silencer on my gun as I stood and walked towards the newer recruit.

With his back turned to me, I shot him and was able to catch him before he could fall and alert the others on the ground. I took out a small light from my pocket and clicked it twice, signaling Nestor and his men to begin. Once the gunfire ensued, I ran from my position and started firing.

I managed to get two more of Adelita’s men down before Nestor reached me.

“We meet again.” I said.

“That we do. What’s you’re plan here?”

“Leave me and two others alive. Shoot my arm and punch me so it looks like I was knocked out in the fight and then tie us together before you leave so Adelita finds us. Make sure to knock the others out so they don’t know I was a part of this. I’ll tell her we were ambushed and I was shot at while in the middle of everything and I was attacked from behind and knocked out.”

Nestor nodded. “Ready?”

I nodded in turn. “Yeah.”

After helping Nestor clear out the rest of the men, I helped load the van with Miguel’s product. Nestor showed me proof that dad and the others would get their money once he got back and I nodded. He aimed his gun at me and I felt the bullet pierce through my bicep.

I screamed out in pain. “Oh I’m so whooping your ass in the ring when I get out of this shit!”

Nestor chuckled. “We’ll see. Let’s finish up so I can get your guys paid and Miguel’s product back to him.”

I nodded. “Now, tie me up with those two and get out of here. She’ll know something’s up soon and come to check when I haven’t checked in.”

Nestor did as I told him to then gave me an apologetic look before everything went black.

I woke to the sound of my name being called. I looked around dazed and confused, letting my vision come back into focus.

“What happened?” Adelita asked.

“I don’t know. One minute I’m on perch keeping watch and the next there’s gunfire going off. I was attacked from behind and I don’t know anything else.” I sat up from the bed I was put in and threw my legs over the side.

“Had to be Galindo’s men. Someone is working on the inside here. How else would they know where it was being kept?” Adelita passed back and forth in front of me.

“I don’t know. It’s possible that one of the new recruits could be working for him. I seen a few of them with identical cuts on their left palms. It’s suspicious that suddenly in the last week Mini has found a few more strays on the streets and asked to bring them in.”

“Mini has nothing to do with this.” She yelled.

“I didn’t say she did. But we know how soft and kind hearted she is. She’s still a child and finding someone her age being left on the streets like she was because of the Galindo Cartel, it’s still suspicious. They could be setting us up.”

Adelita stopped and thought about what I said. “You’re right. There was two men left alive with you. Maybe one of them is the rat. We need to find out more information. My best guess is that motorcycle club you raided last week has a big part of it. I intend to find a way to stop them.”

She quickly left the tent and I let out the breath I was holding when she mentioned the club. I had to send a message to Nestor to start preparing. If I knew Adelita, it would be just a few days and we’d be on the move. I grabbed my walkie and swapped channels.

I used the signal I needed to speak. Shortly after, Nestor’s voice come through.

“Yeah.”

“Get ready. She thinks it’s the club. It’ll be a few days. I’ll signal when we move out and to where.”

“Copy.”

I took a deep breath. I had to stop her. I couldn’t let her hurt my dad and family. I couldn’t make my move yet. I had to wait. I began making plans of my own for when the time come.

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Angel

I was sitting at the bar waiting for the rest of the guys to finish up at Templo when my phone rang.

“Yeah.”

“It’s me. I need to talk to Bishop.”

“Aight. Hold up.”

I walked to the door and knocked.

“Yeah!”

“Bish, it’s Nestor.” I replied.

“Come in.”

I walked in and put the phone on speaker so everyone could hear.

“What it is?”

“I just got word from (Y/N). She told me to start getting ready. Said Adelita thinks it was you guys that ambushed the site and took the product back. She said it’ll be a few days, but she’ll let me know when they move out and to where.”

Bishop sighed. “Alright. Wherever it is, I want to know. Knowing my daughter, it’s going to be the final showdown for her to end this.”

“Yeap.”

They hung up the phone and I went to walk out. Before I could get far, Bishop grabbed my wrist.

“Hold on. There’s something we need to discuss with you.”

I nodded. “Okay. What’s up?”

“Take off the kutte and lay it at the end of the table.” Bishop pointed to the far end.

I dropped my head. I knew better than to argue so I did what he told me to. I laid it out, Prospect patch up.

“You’ve done a lot for this club. You’ve done a lot for my daughter. With what’s about to go down, I need to know I have people to have our backs, my back. You’ve shown that the last few months.”

He waved his hand and all of a sudden new patches were laid in front of me on my kutte. I looked at him with a shocked expression.

“Bish, seriously?”

“You’ve earned it, kid. You’ve shown all of us how bad you want this. That’ll you’ll stick your neck out for any one of us. Welcome to the club.” Hank said, slapping my shoulder.

One by one each guy gave me a hug and welcomed me in. Last was Bishop. He hugged me to him and held me there.

“When this shit goes down, I want you by my side. You’re the only other person who loves my (Y/N) as much as me and would kill for her. I want you to protect her at all cost. I brought you in early, don’t make me regret it.”

I shook my head. “I won’t.”

Later that night, I sat up and put my new patches on my kutte. When I was done, I pulled out (Y/N)’s picture and letter she left me and read it again and again. I missed her. I wanted her home. I vowed then I’d make sure she made it home and wouldn’t leave my side again.

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[burningtacozombie]

random mayans thoughts, 5x10 aka series finale edition:

on a personal note: the more I use the word fuck the more mad I am. so no one make "how many times did she say fuck" a drinking game, you'll end up with alcohol poisoning tonight.

- Miguel brought the letters and photos to Felipe's funeral and hadn't EZ run his fucking mouth he would've finally told him and Angel, who spotted the letters anyway, that they're brothers. fucking hell, we spent FOUR SEASONS invested in the they're brothers storyline and what came of it? ultimately nothing. what was all of that for when there was no resolution whatsoever?! fucking disappointing and frustrating. and why the fuck did Potter call Felipe "Ignacio Cortez" when he showed up? his name was Ignacio CORTINA, you fucking morons. writers can't even remember their own characters' names, huh?

- I fucking hate what they did to Miguel this season. and I'm not even talking about murdering him, I'm talking about how they first changed his entire life's history to some shit that didn't make sense at all, that Felipe knew the entire time he's his father, the letters and photos popping up out of thin air. and if that wasn't enough they insulted Miguel's intelligence because not for one second has he noticed how much Emily hates him? Miguel in season 2 sent Nestor to keep an eye on her when he didn't trust her, he knew she was lying to him. but this season, where she was even colder, more distant he doesn't see it? he seriously thought after everything, they could just start over fresh and she'd be fine and love him like nothing ever happened? who is this person that looks like Miguel Galindo? this is not the man I knew and fell in love with. the Miguel I knew would've never let his guard down like that, only to be murdered in a way he never even saw coming. it's such a big fucking disappointment and I'm so mad, I feel like my skin is on fucking fire. and what's even worse in all of that is that Emily got away with everything. how did the camera not catch when she asked Luis to carry Cristobal upstairs? they must've heard that he was nowhere near when Miguel went down. or when he came running back down yelling after the shot? how did that not end up on the audio?

- that "war" at the Sons clubhouse did not feel like a war at all. hell, it was a lot worse when the Mayans came for the Vatos Maldiots back in season 2 and there were a lot less Mayans with a lot more and heavier guns at the time. it was hard to follow everyone on screen because of the fast fight sequences and camera angles but Guero delivered some good punches, I just know he had a ton of fun. Isaac got what he deserved, I just didn't think he'd go out this early in the episode.

- as fucked up as the episode is as a whole, Bottles putting his glasses on Guero and them joking around at the party was a fun moment and damn, that man looks cute with glasses, lmao.

- Marcus has given up the club life for good, Izzy gave birth to their baby boy and they're a happy family. life is good for them. when Bishop came to visit, that was an actual sweet scene, him assuring Alvarez that he's doing the right thing.

- fucking Downer, he changed his mind and wanted to help Cielo get away but she panicked. I get it in a way, she's just a normal chick who got caught up in that life and what are you gonna do when you think they're coming to kill you? defend yourself. but man, it was unexpected and it hurts. and then she turns herself in and gives Potter the ammo he needed all along to come for the whole club.

- Letty is on a revenge path but was it just me who thought that maybe a revolver with only, what?, 6-8 rounds would've been her own death? now she's back with the Broken Saints instead and we won't ever find out but I'm sure that return didn't go over so well either. I'm not saying they killed her but she definitely has a lot of explaining to do before they take her back in. at least she rescued Sally, that poor dog has seen enough.

- the Reyes brothers talking on that bridge was a good scene too, Angel realizing that he has to leave to live for his son. I hate that he never found out Luisa died, he still thinks she just up and left them. even if painful, he would have deserved that closure. but what did he mean with "you put the Mayans on top" because that's not true. not even a little bit. their entire pipeline blew up. even if it hadn't ended the way it did, they would have been neck deep in trouble with the other MCs, with Cole and Grant, with the prisons. we spent a whole season watching them fight for that pipeline and again, what did we get? ultimately nothing. no resolution. no end. just a whole lot of plot holes so big you could drive a truck through them, which is fucking frustrating.

- that scene in the templo was fucking brutal, even for my standards. I predicted EZ would die slowly and painfully in front of a lot of people but holy fucking shit, everyone taking a stab at him is not the method I thought of. man, Clayton really pissed off someone in that writers room because Angel lost, with exception of his son, everything and everyone in half a season. and while yes, EZ the rat had to go, doing it was not just brutal on Angel. everyone seemed to struggle to wrap their heads around what was happening. but hey, they finally patched in Nestor, he earned it. and so did Bottles for killing Sofia. if they were gonna eliminate Cielo for knowing too much, naturally Sofia had to go to. just that whole pregnancy thing was completely unnecessary. I’m glad Angel and his son got out in time before the raid and can live their life free. I hope they get therapy as they recover from the tragedy they left behind, Mav might be young but he’s already been through a fuck ton.

- the ATF raid, I can't fucking believe Potter of all people has the upper hand and walks away free to do whatever fucked up thing he does next. I hate that there's no closure as to who lives and who died after they shot up the clubhouse because as a general rule I hate open endings. a couple weeks back, friends and I joked the military would just drop a bomb on Santo Padre and turn it into a parking lot, unbelievable that this wasn't even that far off... but we didn't get to see bodies so the status quo is that Guero is alive. he might have caught a bullet or three to the shoulder, maybe the stomach and a leg but he's alive and recovering! and yes, probably facing 25 to multiple life sentences but that’s still better than death. don't you dare come at me with canon and how no one survived, JD himself said in an EW interview "it is up to the imagination of the viewers". I lost Miguel, twice basically, so I'm not gonna lose Guero too, I need one win. if you disagree, that's your choice but this is where I plant my flag.

and that concludes not only season 5 but Mayans MC as a whole. it was a fucking mess and had been for years and I'm laughing at the thought that this is how they planned all along the show would end because seriously, it was kind of pathetic. I'm sure there is a lot more to be said about the hundreds of plot holes and loose ends they left us with but for right now, fuck this shit is exhausting, lol.

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

Characters Added to ASK LIST:

Mitch Ripley (Chicago Med)

Bode Leone (Fire Country)

Manny Perez (Fire Country)

Vince Leone (Fire Country)

Arlo Turk (NCIS: LA)

Fics:

Chicago Fire:

Exs - You catch Jeff and Lisa arguing outside the firehouse.

Chicago Med:

S.A.D - You notice a decline in Mitch's mood.

What It Feels Like - Mitch knows what it feels like to be alone.

Fire Country:

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

All of It (NSFW) - Manny wants it all with you.

Silk (NSFW) - Vince loves you in silk.

Law & Order:

Do It Right - Vince wants to do it right with you.

Mayans:

Benito - Things get complicated when your ex husband Benito comes to town.

Inevitable - Bottles finds a letter on your kitchen table.

Galindo Series - Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor's life.

LA!Series - Part Three: Legacy - Manny learns your story.

NCIS:

Soundtrack - McGee notices your relationship with Alden has a soundtrack.

NCIS LA:

Five Years (NSFW) - It's been five years since Arlo last laid eyes on you.

Beachside - Arlo spends a morning on the water considering about what you've told him.

For You - Arlo confirms his feelings for you.

Hourglass - You remember the moment you fell in love with Harm.

What You Need - You take care of Harm when he needs it.

Night Calls - You and Harm wake up to a call in the middle of the night.

Strong Women - Harm has always had an attraction to strong women.

Danny's Song - The first song that Nik ever sung to you.

NCIS New Orleans:

Rain - Dwayne thinks of you everytime it rains.

The Rookie:

Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.

The Rookie: Feds:

Distraction - Brendon needs a distraction from a hideous day.

Will Trent:

Part Five: Different - Will compares the differences between you and Angie.

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Doctor Recommended

Nestor Oceteva & Erin Thomas

For Day 6 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: painkillers/bad coping mechanisms

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, mentions of pills

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: In a twist that is shocking to no one at all, I do have a bigger fic about these two sitting in my wip folder as we speak. It exists completely separate from this one-shot, but it does exist. Despite the fact that the two of them have never shared a single second of screentime, you can catch me constantly thinking about Nestor and Erin together anyway. No one can stop me. 😌

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The house was silent as Nestor made his way through to the kitchen. Despite the fact that the last forty-eight hours had gone horrendously, and that his right arm was now strapped down in a sling, he still was pulling his overnight watch at the Galindo house. Realistically, he didn’t know how much use he would be if something were to happen, but the house had yet to be ambushed in the dead of night so he figured it would be a relatively safe and easy shift.

For the few hours that he’d been there so far, everything had been quiet. Everyone was upstairs and, presumably, asleep. The house was as close to silent as it would ever be. Most of what he’d been doing was just patrolling and making sure that nothing looked like it was out of the ordinary.

Even though it’d been an uneventful night so far, it didn’t stop the shooting pain in his shoulder that was quickly starting to travel down his arm. The doctor had given him painkillers when he’d initially gotten checked out. The pain hadn’t been bad enough, in Nestor’s opinion, to warrant them yet. However, he also had no intention of spending the entire night in pain. So he made his way to the kitchen with the intention of finally taking a couple of the pills to at least take a bit of the edge off.

Erin was quietly making her way back to her room upstairs from the bathroom when she heard noises coming from downstairs. If it had been anyone else’s house, she would’ve assumed that it was nothing, but it wasn’t just anyone’s house. She didn’t pretend to know all the details of what Miguel got up to when he left the house, but she knew that things hadn’t been going well lately. After all, there was no other reason that the man would’ve called her and invited her to the house.

She was regretting all of that as she crept down the stairs and started making her way towards the noise. She knew that it was an ill-informed decision—it wasn’t like she had any weapons on her and she had no interest in getting into a brawl with an intruder, but it was too late now. She was too committed to the plan.

The closer she got to rounding the corner to get into the kitchen, the better she could make out some of the actual sounds. She heard someone grumbling but she couldn’t quite make out the words. Then she heard something clattering against the countertops. Her heart felt like it was starting to creep up into her throat as she tried to brace herself for rounding the corner.

She stepped into the kitchen with more speed and gusto than necessary, and with more than she thought she would be able to muster given the late hour. She was holding her breath, eyes wide as she looked around to see who was in the house and what was going on.

Her sudden appearance caught Nestor off-guard. The still-closed pill bottle in his hands slipped from his grasp and clattered against the counter again. He whipped around to face her, having to reach with his non-dominant hand for his gun, the motion much slower than it would’ve been if he actually had use of his right arm.

That turned out to be a good thing for both of them, though. In the time that it took for him to try and reach for his gun, he realized that it was only Erin, and the extra couple of seconds that she had on him because of her silent approach allowed her to see that it was only Nestor. As much as she hated that Miguel always seemed to have people wandering around the house at all hours, she was glad that he was at least supposed to be there.

“Fuck me,” she said, the words sounding more like a sigh of relief than anything else.

Nestor was struggling to re-holster his gun, eyes trained on that rather than Erin as he asked, “What are you doing up?”

She walked deeper into the kitchen, landing herself on the opposite side of the island from him. “I thought I heard someone breaking in to try and, I don’t know, kill everyone.” Even with her hushed voice, the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

He lifted his eyes and looked at her, eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of her in a ratty, over-sized t-shirt and pajama shorts. All he could think was that if he had been someone breaking in, Erin wouldn’t have posed much of a threat. “Planned on being the first to go?”

She laughed quietly and rolled her eyes. “Big talk coming from the guy who can’t pull his gun right now.” She leaned forward so that her forearms were braced against the countertop. “Why are you even here? Like, are you even useful right now?”

Nestor would’ve taken more time to be annoyed by her commentary if he hadn’t been so busy battling it out with the bottle of pills in his hand. “Useful enough,” he grumbled out.

An amused grin came over her lips as she watched him struggle. “Yea, I see that.”

Nothing more was said between the two of them as Nestor continued to fiddle with the bright orange bottle of pills. Erin perched her chin in her hand as she watched him. She could’ve easily gone back to bed, but she knew that she wasn’t going to fall back to sleep anytime soon so there was no point. Instead, she kept herself camped out on the opposite side of the island, perfectly content while Nestor had growing frustration to pair with his intensifying pain.

Erin wouldn’t have had any problem popping the top off the bottle of pills for him, but she wanted him to ask for the help. She didn’t have any specific problem with Nestor that made her want to watch him struggle, but she knew that it really wouldn’t kill him to just ask for some assistance.

He could feel her eyes on him as his left hand wrapped around the bottle and tried to get the top off. As if being in pain wasn’t enough, now he had an audience to his temporary incompetence. He didn’t have to be looking at her to know that she was getting a kick out of it all, probably scheming up some smart remarks. He was no stranger at this point to being on the end of those, but the pain he was in made him a little less tolerant of it all.

A couple different times he tried to use the hand of his arm that was bound in the sling. Each time, though, he was reminded that everything in his arm and hand were connected because another jolt of pain would go through him when he attempted to put apply any kind of pressure with that hand.

Letting out a deep sigh, he fought the urge to just slam the plastic bottle against the countertop. His left hand was clamped down tightly over the lid, and even in the low lighting of the kitchen Erin could see the clench in his jaw as he tried not to throw the entire thing across the house.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, ready to make another futile attempt at it all. Erin didn’t know how long the two of them had actually been standing there on either side of the island, but it was far too long for so little reward. The second he lifted the bottle off the countertop, Erin leaned over the island, nearly lifting her feet off the floor in the process of reaching, and snatched the bottle out of his hand.

“I can’t fuckin’ watch this anymore,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“I—”

“No you don’t,” she didn’t allow him to try and argue. It took her all of five seconds to get the lid off. She handed the bottle back over to him, keeping the lid to herself as she spun it on the counter like it was a coin she’d found along the way.

Her hand toyed idly with the cap to the bottle while she watched Nestor set the bottle down before turning around and stepping over towards the cupboards where all of the glasses and plates were kept. Reaching up, he pulled the door to one open and grabbed a glass tumbler for himself. Erin assumed that he was going to put it under the sink faucet and fill it with water. Instead, though, he set the glass down on the counter and reached for one of the bottles of whiskey intermingled among hers and Emily’s numerous bottles of wine.

That was a bottle that he was able to get the cap off of with no problem. Erin chuckled as she watched him pour a fairly generous amount of the liquor into the glass that he’d gotten. He screwed the cap back onto the bottle, sliding it back into place before moving the glass to the island where the open bottle of pills sat.

Everything felt like it took so many more steps than necessary when he only had use of one hand. He set the glass down and grabbed the pill bottle, shaking two out onto the counter before setting the bottle back down. He swiped the pills up and tossed them into his mouth, holding them there for a moment as he grabbed the glass of whiskey. He took a large sip to wash the pills down. Once that was done, he took another sip for good measure before setting the glass back down.

Erin was watching the entire thing, chuckling to herself as she did. “Yea,” she said when Nestor set the glass back down, “I think that’s exactly how the doctors recommend you take those.” She ignored Nestor’s lack of a response as she reached across the counter for the bottle again. Making a big show of turning the bottle in her hand and reading the label, she said, “Right here, actually. Make sure to take with copious amounts of alcohol.”

Nestor shook his head at her as he drummed his fingers on the outside of his glass. He knew her well enough to know that whether or not he gave her an argument about it, she was going to keep talking anyway. Every day he wondered how she and Emily came from the same family. He and his brother had been different, sure, but nothing like the two of them.

Erin half-expected Nestor to tell her to go back to bed. Or, at the very least, simply walk away from her and out of the kitchen. It wasn’t as though he was chatty with her under the best circumstances, let alone a night like this. But still, he hadn’t left, hadn’t tried to send her away.

“So, what happened, anyway?” she asked, her voice so much quieter than it usually was.

He was so caught off-guard by how genuine she sounded when she asked that he almost gave her the answer. He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped himself. Instead, he just shook his head. “Nothing.”

Erin sighed, shaking her head as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yea, last time I ended up popping painkillers with my arm strapped down it was also because of nothing.”

She waited for him to have some sort of response, something passive-aggressive and dismissive all at once. But he was silent. The two of them stayed across from each other, silently staring at each other and waiting for the other to have something to say. If history was evidence to anything, it was that Erin was going to have something to say first. However, it seemed like she was determined to get him to speak up for once.

He knew that getting into any of it with her was going to do more harm than good. There was nothing that she could do about it, no help that she could offer. And if she was already paranoid about whoever was in the house, telling her about the threats they were dealing with outside the house on a regular basis wasn’t going to help ease any of her unrest.

Instead of offering her anything substantial, he asked, “Can you put the cap back on that?”

She watched as he nodded towards the pill bottle that was sitting in front of her. Her knee-jerk reaction was to be petty and tell him to do it himself. He saw it in her eyes that she didn’t want to make things easy for him if he wasn’t going to offer her any kind of answers. But the harshness in her eyes only lasted for a moment before it softened slightly and she put the cap back on for him. Her concession to that was the most she’d ever seemed to be like Emily in the entire time that Nestor had known her.

“Next time you gotta open it, you’re on your own,” she said as she slid it across the counter to him.

A tiny smirk pulled at the one end of his mouth, but he didn’t say anything, instead giving a short nod of acknowledgment. He stood there waiting, assuming from her tone and her comment that she was going to go back to bed. Instead of leaving him to his own devices, Erin walked around to the other side of the island and grabbed her own glass. Nestor watched her intently, wondering what she was going to grab for herself. Much to his surprise, she reached for the same bottle that he had only a short while before.

She poured herself a smaller portion than Nestor had poured for himself. Once she put the cap back on, she stepped back to the island, her and Nestor now both on the same side. Setting her glass out of harm’s way, she hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter, legs dangling over the edge of it. Nestor didn’t comment on it or try to move away from her. He watched as she grabbed her cup and took a sip, cringing slightly as it went down.

The silence between them was welcome, comfortable even. It wasn’t often that the two of them found themselves in each other’s company with no one else around. Typically wherever Nestor was, Miguel or Emily wasn’t far behind. There were a million questions that Erin wanted to ask since it was just the two of them for once, but she was smart enough to know that she wouldn’t get the answers to any of them.

“Future reference,” she finally broke the silence as she toyed with the glass in her hands, “the wine is way better.”

It was the first time Erin had ever heard Nestor let out anything reminiscent of a laugh or a chuckle. She chalked it up to the painkillers finally starting to kick in. He nodded in acknowledgment as he picked up his glass and brought it back to his lips, taking another sip without a word.

[zaenight]

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes : Nestor octeva CHAPTER 1

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Patiently waiting for ep 1 and 2 of mayans s5 😗

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"Uncle Tig we'll be fine , you said Marcus set us up with a house , stop whining." Jess said , Jessie Trager , the youngest niece of Tig , told the man who was spouting out profanities.

"He's right to worry , what if the sons and mayans go to war and they try to kill us for being related to him." Sage , her older sister stated.

"Thats not helping! , and your the one who wanted to move!" Jess exclaimed jumping up and down.

"Just stating the facts." Sage said .

"The lass is right , yer sure ya can't move somewhere close by." Chibs said , he became the president after Jax teller passed , he also happened to be Jessie's godfather.

"Alvarez said they needed a Docter that they could trust , Moving to santo Padre could make the bond stronger." Happy lowman stated , The tacoma killer was the godfather of Sage , who like him , was an expert of torture.

"I like torturing more than I like healing , but we get a house already set up and everything , It would be a shame to waste this oppurtunity , Plus Chucky's there , we'll know someone." Sage stated as Jess made a noise of disgust.

"Still can't belive you lost the card game and had to give up

Chucky." Jess said to Chibs.

"We'll be a call away Little girl , just calll if we need to kill some Mayans." Happy stated as Sage got into their packed car , Jess hugged the three men , hopping in.

"Where's the fun in that when you could do it yourself." Sage said winking  as Jess started rambling about getting this show on the road.

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The two arrived at a house , it Reminded the girls of Piney's cabin , which they stayed at frequently , No other houses around , but not too far from town , it was perfect.

"Marcus , Thank you for this." Sage told the man she and her sister have known since they were children , The mayans and sons had their ups and downs , not only that but Sage had dated his son Esai , who would've proposed to her , until his death , she still has the ring on a chain around her neck , It was found by Diana , his mother ,and the first wife of marcus alvarez , who gave it to the then seventeen year old, no one has seen her sense the death of esai.

"No need for that niñita , welcome to Santo padre , if you two need anything , call." He said as they thanked him.

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"Angel where's your Prospect?" Obispo Losa , also known as Bishop , president of the mayans charter , asked

the man.

"He went too see our old man." Angel Reyes said , his little brother had some years shaved off his sentence , and is now prospecting for the club.

"Need him on this run , and Marcus wants him to show the trager girls around." Bishop said to him.

"Protection? , and the Bone lady and that little manipulator are here?" Angel said , you may be asking why he called Jess a manipulater , simply because she'll act dumb then end up beating you at your own game.

"Yes those two , Sage will be our go too doctor , Think he's ready?" Bishop questioned.

"Yeah." Angel said.

"Good." The shorter man said as he and Hank walked away.

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It went wrong fast , they got shot up , Sage and Jess drove to the rescue , Miguel was Pissed as he greeted the two.

Sage rushed over to Creeper , Greeting the men , Jess knew a bit of medical stuff thanks to her , so she helped with Riz,Ez and Sage locked eyes before she focused on creeper.

"So who was it ?" Miguel questioned the men , Creeper winced as Sage took a bullet out , cleaning the wound.

"Don't know , they were pros." Bishop said as Galindo looked through a book of fabrics.

"Well At least we didn't lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs." Miguel stated.

"They ambushed us sir , came out of nowhere." Creeper said as Sage made a makeshift sling out of fabric , Riz had somewhat recover , Its the best she could do without proper equipment , he'll have to go to another doctor untill she can get her hands on Stuff.

"You'll need time to heal , no going out and about for awhile." Sage stated to creeper , as Jess started twirling around in circles until she sat down.

"We change route... , vehicle...,time and day, every run is different , So... they came out of somewhere , and someone gave them the details." Miguel stated getting up.

"No one in my club." Bishop stated as Creeper winced.

"Implying im the one foolish enough , to employ a traitor ? , hmmm." Miguel said , no one noticed the two girls , angel , and coco , glance at eachother.

"The guy holding Gilly was dark skinned , Ink on his arm , it looked like uh... tribal letters , B-T-T." Ez said , as a prospect , a new one , speaking out of turn without being asked was a big no no.

Sage loved it , she was gonna enjoy every second of it.

"He remembers shit , had guns at our heads , who knows what the hell he saw." Angel sajd turning back around.

"The Prospect." Miguel said as Jess got up looking through fabrics.

"B-T-T , base town tribe , samoan gang out of san Bernardino." Bishop said thinking.

"Didn't some of them do time for killing Haji ?" He asked.

"Fallujah , Rival company crazy as fuck." Coco said.

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After discussing who it was that shot them up , Miguel wanted the shot caller , and they were gonna get him what he wants , threataning to kill a mayan if the shot called isn't at his church pew by tommorow , but the girls did realize he glanced towards them for a bit.

Yeah so much for not being on his radar.

But anyways Bishop had punched Ez for speaking out of turn.

"You don't speak unless we tell you too , I don't give a shit what you remember , Educate your prospect." Bishop told him before turning to angel.

Sage clapped slightly gaining their attention , Before helping Ez up , checking his face.

They walked away with taza telling them to Bring creeper to the doctor that usually takes care of them , honestly why is she here , he also stated that El Padrino's on his way.

They're lucky she's being paid , Jess was skipping around creeper , who laughed at the girl , who seemed to brighten things up.

"Padrino , Godfather." Ez translated as Angel got him up from the chair Sage sat him down on.

"Alvarez , The reason me and Jess came here." Sage stated , As Jess ran ahead of them spouting nonsense,into the tunnels they went.

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"Right there , Careful!" Sage exclaimed , as She helped the older male docter prepare stuff.

"Hiciste un buen trabajo, quizás tenga que contratarte." The doctor said to Sage as Jess sat down.

(you did a good job , I might have to hire you)

"gracias señor, hice lo mejor que pude con lo que tenía a mano, y podría aceptar esa oferta." Sage replied perfectly.

(thank you sir , I did my best with what was on hand , and I might take you up on that offer.)

And then they got to work , with Jess asking when the fuck she learned spanish.

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Part 1 of ep 1 perro/oc

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Five.

A huge thank you for such glowing feedback! Yep, I went full on man bastard with EZ and ohhhh, you’re all going to hate him so much more by the time I’m done here! Oh, and to the people reading who only offer a like, could I tempt a little comment out of you, perhaps? Maybe a reblog? Your author is in need of feeling appreciated :)

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four

Words - 3,576

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

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“It is a pity, Ezekiel, that your club voted down on the idea of you supplying us with the product, but this does not mean we shall not continue to press ahead with it.”  

EZ closed his eyes for a few seconds, a wave of cold, biting anger rising within him. Of course, what Soledad wanted, Soledad got. And she wanted her product cut with fentanyl, doubling the club’s risk, except with none of the payoff they would receive from organising the supply. He knew it was bad when she’d called him personally, rather than relaying the message to Miguel Galindo in his role as intermediatory between the two groups. When she wanted to be nothing but a hundred percent clear, she always did reach out personally, though.

The head of the LNG might have been tiny, but lord, she was mighty.  

“Message understood,” EZ spoke, each word almost bitten as they passed over his lips. “Until next time.” Hanging up, he hurled his phone across the clubhouse in a fit of rage, a couple of glasses following. It was all their fault, the sets of eyes that watched him, expectant for an answer. “She’s going ahead with it anyway, so our risk is doubled, and we get no pay out from it. I hope you’re all fucking happy with the gutless choices you made. Every single one of you bar Nestor, all lacking in spine.”  

“EZ, that ain’t fair,” Bishop spoke up. “Truly, you shouldn’t have approached her before you did us, given her the idea she could have easily cut us out from, which is exactly what she did.” In his naivety, green as he was in some respects in dealing with a cartel as he navigated his way through being president of an MC, of course, EZ was bound to make the kind of mistakes Bishop wouldn’t have. He needed to see here that this was one of them.  

And beneath his rage, EZ did know it, which is what caused his fury to pulse even whiter hot, knowing it was his fuck up.  

“How is it gonna be more of a risk, though?” Hank interjected with. “You said you’d got a chemist organised.”

EZ’s head shot round to look at him sharply. “One she didn’t mention to me she’d be using. We have no power over how this will be being controlled here, so that’s where the risk lies. What else do you need fucking spelling out for you tonight, huh?”  

Hank left it there, nodding in the wake of his president’s vented venom, venom he continued to let pour. Everyone received a yelling at from a highly irate EZ, his tirade only coming to an end when he felt something soft brush his leg, a wet nose pressing into his hand. Looking down, he saw his faithful pitbull sitting at his feet, her tail wagging, eyes pleading with him not to shout any longer. Sally was perhaps the only thing he had close to him who could calm his rage.  

He was so stressed and so worked up, his head was pounding, but the pureness in her big, brown eyes soothed him, EZ jerking his head towards the back of the clubhouse. “Come on, you want food?”

Woof.  

His jaw was still set as he cast a disapproving glance around the room, turning and heading for the stairs. Above the clubhouse, for many years it had just been a mainly disused, dusty old attic. That was until EZ took the gavel and decided to convert it into an apartment, growing tired of life within a trailer. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to call home, had a small bathroom and kitchen area, and most importantly, a large bed he could stretch out on, or be able to roll around upon with a girl without ending up on the floor. That last girl had left her underwear there the night before, EZ picking up the small, orange thong from the mess of sheets in the unmade bed and putting it in the trash.  

She was forgettable. She wouldn’t be returning.  

Heading to the kitchenette, he pulled out the large bag of dried dog food, putting the cupful into Sally’s clean bowl and turning to place it on the floor, patting her belly as she scampered over to eat. For himself, he chose a pouch of ready mixed grains and quinoa, mixing it with broccoli and chicken, something simple and quick, since he hadn’t eaten anything close to decent in nutritional content all day. Coffee and tacos were far from it.  

By the time midnight had rolled around, he felt no better, his headache still present despite the Advil he’d taken, Sally curled up in her bed asleep while he lay back listening to music quietly. He needed a distraction from his residual fury, and knew exactly where to go looking for it.  

Camille felt her stomach explode with butterflies when she turned at the top of the pole, seeing EZ beaming up at her from the previously empty seat, the club virtually dead at that time, just twenty-five minutes from closing. She’d been wondering when he’d pop up, and despite the words of warning from her friends, despite Mai’s near unbreakable assumption that he was married, she’d been secretly feeling excitement about when she’d see him again.  

“I see that perfect ass is back to being perfect again,” he commented as she dismounted the pole neatly sauntered over, deciding to call it a night.  

Reaching to the back of the stage where it dropped down and met the back of the bar, she picked up her glass of diet Coke, moving to seat herself next to him. “Yes, all healed very nicely, now.” Sipping her drink, she set her glass down, suddenly having him lean into her space, kissing her softly.  

It made her a little anxious, since Martin advised the girls not to fraternise with anyone they might be dating while out on the floor, that it was a sure-fire way to kill the fantasy from the client's point of view, but Camille didn’t know what he was to her yet. Was he just casual sex? Where they at the beginning of the dating game?  

“Are you hungry?”  

The randomness of his question made her chuckle softly, her face contorting in a way that had him return such. “I could eat.”  

“Good,” he hummed, sipping his beer. “I know a place, open ‘till late to deal with people rolling out of the bars and clubs in search of food. Are you okay with Jamaican food?”

Now, there was something new. “I’ve no idea, I haven’t ever tried it.”  

Forty minutes later, and she was pulling into a parking space behind his bike, EZ waiting while she got out of the car, taking her hand in his and walking her down the street to where the small eatery was located. “So, how was work?”  

Taking her for food, hand holding, inquiring about her day. Yep, maybe this was the beginning of them dating. “Tiring on both counts. Trudi booked me in to give three massages and four electrolysis treatments to do, and then having to grasp a pole all night hasn’t really helped the hand cramps.”

“Well, there go my plans for later.” She couldn’t help but snort with laughter, giving him a little shove against his huge arm when he looked down at her with a wink.  

“There’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”

Her statement made a bolt smoulder right through him, remembering just how amazing she was at blowjobs. Hell, he had to have something to look forward to, and maybe quell the persistence of his headache. Looking at her again, his smile grew, suddenly halting, leaning down to kiss her. “She’s the girl who says all the right things.”  

“I do?” she questioned, EZ continuing to lean down to her diminutive height, her back bending further.  

“Mmm.”

She giggled, her arch continuing, glad of her flexibility. “Mmm?”

“Mmm.” His confirming hum was followed by another kiss, straightening again quickly, taking her hand in his once more. She walked along fizzing on the inside, all hopped up on the brand-new energy, the excitement of it all. As for EZ, everything was going exactly as he wanted it to. Hell, he was even enjoying it on a level that wasn’t tied to him playing games with her, deliberately making himself unavailable for a week, not leaving his phone number so he was the one in control of when he saw her again, keeping her hooked with the token of flowers.  

She was hotter than hell, too. He enjoyed the envious looks he received from passers-by at seeing him with such a stunning woman, it fed the need for his ego to be ever-inflated quite nicely. No more so than when they walked into the establishment with the amazing aromas drifting from the door, Horace, the owner, immediately thrusting a fist across the counter.  

“Ezekiel!” he roared brightly, smiling a mouthful of silver teeth. “How’s it going, my brother? And damn, you didn’t tell me you were dating Pamela Anderson! You slummin’ it down here away from Hollywood, darlin’?”

EZ bumped fists with him, grinning. It hadn’t escaped him, that she very much resembled the famous blonde actress. “Yeah, all good, Horace. This is my girl, Camille.”

Immediately, she widened her eyes while turning to look at him. “I’m your girl?”

“Yeah,” he chirped, leaning in close, kissing her neck several times.  So, there was no wife, then. Surely if there was, he wouldn’t be so open about referring to her as his girl. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

She wanted to say because they still barely knew one another, because it hadn’t been discussed, but the way he looked at her, god, she let herself get swept up by it, the tornado that was EZ and his obvious affection towards her. He noticed it, though, that she looked a little spooked by the rapidity of his statement.  

“Good to meet you, Camille. Imma call you Pam, though!” Horace boomed, clapping his hands together with a loud, raucous laugh. “Now! What are you guys eating?” EZ ordered the jerk chicken and steamed vegetables, Camille looking up at the menu, unsure.  

“What would you recommend for someone who hasn’t sampled Jamaican food before?”  

“Do you like spicy, my darlin’?” Horace asked, heaping jerk chicken into a takeout container.

“I do, but not too much,” she confirmed.

“Then I recommend the stew chicken, with rice and peas.” She took his recommendation, EZ paying him and grabbing a couple of sodas from the fridge before they sat down, Camille taking her first mouthful with a soft noise of appreciation.  

“Oh my god, that’s so good!” she exclaimed, looking very happy. “Thank you, too.”

“You’re welcome,” he began, licking a drip of hot sauce from his lip. “Oh, and I didn’t mean to freak you out or rush things by calling you my girl, it’s just that anything else either felt too much, or too casual. We don’t have to be official or anything, so don’t panic. I’m like my name, easy.” The tone of her eyebrow raise earned her a soft foot to the shin under the table. “Behave!”

“What?” she exclaimed. “You said it.” They paused, sharing a look before falling into laughter. Official, unofficial, whatever it was, she was enjoying it immensely. He was the nicest, most attentive guy she’d dated in a while. Once they were done eating, they returned to her place, Camille thinking they’d head right on through to the bedroom, EZ surprising her by taking a seat on her couch.  

“Can I be a pain and request a coffee, please?” he asked, Camille leaning to kiss his head.

“That isn’t being a pain, of course, you can. How’d you take it?”

“One sugar and the tiniest splash of milk. If you by chance have any dairy free, that’d be awesome. I got this fucking headache, and dairy always seems to make them worse,” he revealed, his eyebrows knitting together.  

“Yeah, I have almond milk in the fridge. It makes much nicer smoothies than regular. And protein shakes, they go all thick...” she began, EZ chiming in with her.

“Like a McDonald’s shake!” they both spoke at the same time, Camille nodding vigorously, heading back through the lounge and into her kitchen, finding her guest had decided to follow after a few moments, hindering her progress around grabbing mugs and tipping coffee grinds into the machine by having him clutching her waist as he kissed the side of her neck.  

“You’re hampering me here, Ezekiel,” she complained lightly, switching the machine on, the element hissing into life, EZ finally letting go and leaning back against the counter. “So, I didn’t get to ask you how your day was? How was the shifting of many, many tonnes of metal?”  

Of course, she wasn’t to know that his illegal activities far outweighed any kind of work he did around the scrap yard. Few did. He wasn’t about to reveal that he’d ridden to a meet in order to negotiate some kind of truce with the Sons that morning, his terms clear. Back down, allow the heroin to flow freely through their turf, or feel the weight of the Mayans continue to bear down upon them. Chibs Telford didn’t intimidate him.  

He also couldn’t reveal to her that his wife, the famously fearsome former IRA foot soldier turned arms dealer very much did, EZ instructing everyone to run checks from then onwards upon any vehicle they happen to climb behind the wheel of, or motorcycle they mounted, since he knew well Abigail Telford’s penchant for making vehicles of those who displeased her explode.  

She might not have been a member of the club, but she was, by extension and marriage to the president of the mother charter, a very, very lethal asset to the Sons. He also knew he didn’t need the weight of the army coming for his club, should he decide to make the iron lady of Charming disappear in a pre-emptive move to thwart that possible threat.  

No, EZ definitely couldn’t reveal much about the day that had begun with him getting up at 4am to deal with the mother charter of the Sons, and ended up with him having his idea swiped out from under him by the cartel he and his club ran heroin for. Even if he could, he wouldn’t. There would always be a part of himself that would remain mysterious to her, without Camille ever actually knowing it.  

“It was tiring,” he began in answer, stifling a genuine yawn, “productive, though.” She wondered to herself what he’d truly been up to, those thoughts over his illegal activities never far from her mind, but perhaps clouded enough by how happy she felt while she was around him to not let the fact he was a criminal bother her more than it did. She then remembered back to her chat with her friends.  

“Oh, before I forget! I don’t have your phone number, and I’ve been meaning to ask for it,” she put to him, watching him roll his eyes and cover his face with his hands for a moment. Her heart thudded sharply, scared for a moment, wondering if his reaction was because of her asking that question, before he emerged, cringing slightly.  

“I’m such a dick, I never even thought to leave it for you. God, what an idiot! I guess I’m enjoying myself too much and overlooking silly little things like that.” She was fooled completely by his self-deprecating reply, EZ pulling his burner phone from his pocket, and not the cell everyone else contacted him on. They were indistinguishable but for a carefully placed nick on the end by the charging jack on the burner one. He guessed he needed to give her something here.  

Moving back to the lounge with a cup of coffee each, he recited the number, requesting Camille call him so he could save hers too, making her melt completely by what he saved her as after turning the screen. Beautiful girl. He changed it to simply read ‘C’ when she wasn’t watching. They sat at opposite ends of the couch talking, EZ being very attentive and rubbing her feet for her, Camille making him laugh with her little observations from her evening at work.  

It was one of those times where he felt himself slip and actually enjoy her with no agenda. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he very much did, but he liked what she, and manipulating her could do for him much more than any feelings of sincerity toward her. Then, just for a little flash of a moment, he wondered why the hell that was.  

“Sorry, too hard?” he asked, backing off the pressure he administered to the centre of her foot with his thumbs when he noticed her wince.  

“No, no it’s great. I think it’s something else. Excuse me a moment.” Getting up, she kissed his head on the way past, EZ giving her hand a squeeze. When she returned five minutes later, she didn’t look pleased. “Well, there goes my plan to bounce you around the bed through the early hours. I just got my freakin’ period.”  

He crinkled his nose a little, poking out his bottom lip at her, Camille never seeing sympathy look so adorable. “Come up here, come on.” He patted his chest, Camille moving to lie on top of him, EZ holding her, sliding one hand down to her lower abdomen. “Heat, to help with the cramping.”  

She smiled, receiving a forehead kiss, wondering how the hell she’d gotten so lucky with him. “You’re great, you know that?”  

“I’m not bad.”  

Yes, he was. Knowing that he wouldn’t be getting laid by her that night, he lay there being attentive for a while, letting her settle before pulling his cell out and discreetly sending a text. Dina, one of his regulars would likely still be at the clubhouse, since people didn’t usually start leaving until 4am on any given Friday or Saturday night.  

‘I’m here, yeah. Got Tranq all over me, so hurry up and save me! I need daddy to come make me bite down on his belt while he’s nailing me from behind.'  

He felt his cock twitch at just the thought of doing that to her, sending her a reply.

‘I’ll be there at about three. Just got something to sort out. Actually, send me a text in twenty minutes. Something else nasty, you filthy little bitch.’

Placing his phone down, he returned his arm around Camille, kissing her head a few times as she snuggled into him more, continuing to watch the movie she’d put on. He wasn’t really interested but feigned it all the same. For the next twenty minutes, at least.  

“Ahhh, shit. I gotta go, sorry, baby,” he spoke, after receiving a picture of Dina, her fingers splaying herself open with the message ‘can’t wait until you’re right here’ accompanying it. “That was my sister-in-law. Apparently, Angel isn’t home yet so I gotta go find him. It’s kind of a regular thing with them.”

“Oh, okay,” she spoke softly, a little sad she wouldn’t have his warmth to cuddle up to. Her heart went out to Angel’s wife, worried, with no idea where her husband was. What a man to be married to, she thought. Except, of course, Angel was nothing short of an adoring husband, one who was currently showing his beloved wife exactly how much he’d missed her while she’d been on tour. Camille wasn’t to know that, of course. “When will I see you again?”

“Erm, not sure,” he spoke, standing up, shoving his feet back into his boots. “I’ll call you, though. Promise. Actually, can you get out of work on Wednesday night? I could take you out for dinner, if you like?”

Standing to join him, she reached up on her tiptoes, kissing under his chin, EZ granting her his lips, tickling her sides softly. “I’d really like that!”

“Alright, well I’ll call you about it. Want me to come tuck you in before I leave?”  

Her eyes were soft like her smile, kissing him again. “I appreciate it, but no. I’m going to stay up and watch the rest of the movie before me and my disgruntled womb hit the sack.”

He laughed at disgruntled womb, enjoying another lingering kiss before leaving. Fifteen minutes later and he was striding through the clubhouse, seeing Dina at the bar, Hank next to her, still trying his luck. EZ simply breezed in, threw her over his shoulder and continued walking, his brother looking put out as his president turned back to him with a cocky eyebrow raise. “I’m taking her upstairs to fuck her brains out, just in case you need that spelling out for you, too.”  

Hank got up and left, wondering what the hell had happened to the EZ he used to know. As for the man himself, he was taking off his belt, kneeling over Dina as she sat back on his bed, taking the leather at either end, yanking it to make it snap.  

“Open your mouth.” Her jaw dropped immediately. “Mmm, good girl.”  

Yes. For the most part, EZ was perfectly fine with the man he’d become, even if others weren’t.  

[dreamlover31]

We'll it's been 5 seasons but we've reached the end of the Mayans MC series, for those of you who have yet to watch the series finale I suggest you avoid reading this post... especially for you Miguel Galindo fans

First I'd like to start with the moment we've all been waiting for...the timely demise of Ezekiel Reyes, when Bishop reveals to everyone that EZ the rat and Creeper was killed because he knew, he gets both EZ and Angel pinned down by Gilley and the others...at that moment Bishop gives Angel a choice, kill your brother to prove to us that you had no knowledge or they kill them both

Now naturally Angel is not going to lose the only living blood relative he has but EZ reassures him that it's the only way he can be there for his son Maverick...so reluctantly Angel stabs his brother and the rest of the MC take turns stabbing him until he's dead, now I know it's a fucked up position to be in but in the end Angel gets to be a father to Maverick and that's good enough for me

Speaking of which, turns out that Sofia... EZ's girlfriend is in fact pregnant and if course I had my reservations about it given her track record as a mother and the baby daddy but that problem took care of itself when Bottles shoots Sofia after they've finished killing EZ... tying up loose ends as they say

And then of course Marcus has welcomed another son with his wife, basically the theme of fatherhood is apparent in this episode but the fact that both Angel and Marcus will be there to raise their sons and not have a dark cloud looming over them made it the perfect way to end the series

However, there will be one little boy who won't have that chance...sorry to say guys but Cristobal won't be having anymore playful moments with his dad because his mother shot him. Emily avenged her sister's death by shooting not only Miguel but the bodyguard Luis...I know this is devastating to all you Miguel fans out there but I never cared for the man so his death like EZ's was a long time coming

So all in all, I'm so glad at the way everything turned out, 3 psychopaths dead (EZ, Miguel and Isaac) both Emily and Angel as well as Marcus are free to raise their children without fear and death hanging over them although it is a bittersweet victory since everyone's favorite corrupt DEA agent Potter is still running the show but you take what you can get right lol

[saturnville]

hiiii friends 🫶🏾 i hope you’ve been well in the midst of chaos. i have couple of updates for you all.schedule is about to free up. that being said, I’ll reveal some of things I’ve been writing:

2 five part short stories about tariq st. patrick bc I’m obsessed.

a one shot about shuri and her being obsessed w her partner

and little poetry tings.

i also wanted to ask if there was anything specific y’all wanted to see? as a refresher, i write for the following:

steve rogers/captain america

andy barber

dr. strange

shuri udaku

tasm!peter parker

mcu!peter parker

angel reyes

ezekiel reyes

miguel galindo

tariq st. patrick

and a few more i can’t remember LOL

i don’t write for real people much…unless i’m referring to them as inspiration for a character. so yeah, just let me know. dm’s are always open. i apologize for the ones i haven’t gotten to just yet, life has been rough :( but it’s getting better!

i have a poll for y’all too 🌺

[purestxblood]

𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞? 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲? ▔ 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀,  𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, & 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸/ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝟭, 𝟱𝟵𝟲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝘅

The walls vibrated in a soothing union as music radiated through the nearly burnt out speakers spread amongst the shitty dive bar you found yourself in for not the second but third day in the row. You were never the type to throw yourself a pity party, always refusing to lower your head in shame and spread your tears until everyone knew you were in fact breaking and feeling ‘woe is me’. You were strong, level headed, and independent. 

Granted, you weren’t as confident and strong minded as you feigned yourself to be. You had your moments where you drank way too much and allowed the shadows of negative thoughts to cloud your head and maybe you did often allow your demons to shine light and fight battles no one else could beat. You were undefeated in the ring and it was rare for any man to put up with your antics.

It wasn’t your fault. You honestly tried to keep the monsters at bay and for the most part you did well. With a heart feeling three times its size you had a lot of love to give, falling in love with the idea of love itself. Your only downfall had been mixing love and pleasure, failing to see the difference between love and lust, and falling head over heels for the men - shitty ass boys - who were equally as broken as you. What you believed to be love had only been temporary comfort and deep down feeling wanted was better than feeling nothing at all. So what if you happened to scare them away whenever you were in a rut and overwhelmed with negative emotions you struggled to vocalize. It wasn’t your fault they couldn’t handle you.

This last relationship of yours had hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t expect him to come into your life nor did you expect him to take half of your dignity and heart the second he left. It had been a game of tug-o-war in the beginning. He begged you to let him in and the second everything got rough… When your arguments sent you into fits of rage and screams before your release of cries sent you into attacks of anxiety and waves of depression, he decided it was too much.

‘You’re always here, you’re there… fuck sometimes I think you don’t even know who you are’ he yelled at you as he got into his truck. ‘You’re fucking crazy,’ he spat before he sped away.

Alas, here you were, holding a glass of whiskey straight on the rocks with your back pressed against the back of the bar wall away from the crowd drinking themselves away. You were trapped in a corner and while a woman should normally fear a stranger pinning them in hindsight, you were merely intrigued by the man before you.

You had noticed him from the moment he walked in. Granted, any sane person in Santo Padre knew Miguel Galindo. However, like you - he had retreated to the same ringy bar on the outskirts of town. The bar itself was a hole in the wall but still had a great jukebox, pool tables, and darts, filled with regulars who noticed any face, new and old. Your presence in the facility had been so frequent you noted his arrival every time and he too noticed you.

While everyone in the bar drank within groups, he always seemed to sit far off by his lonesome, drinking his wits and worries away. No one had approached him besides the cocktail waitress who moved on a trained autopilot clock, bringing him drink after drink.

This night had been different.

He was the first to arrive when you got there and once you placed yourself atop of your normal stool, your glass had been filled and waiting for you, the bartender motioning towards Miguel, who nodded his head and lifted his own glass in cheers. You hadn’t made any move to him, taking every drink the bartender gave you that was said to be on Galindo’s tab. It wasn’t until you were on your fifth glass and your head began to feel dizzy from a soft buzz that you stood with your glass to go to the restroom.

Just as you had excited, Miguel had blocked your line of path, taking steps forward as you moved back until you were against the wall. His darkened eyes roamed over your frame, taunting you with his gaze and crisp smirk. Your eyes followed his movements as he lifted his own glass to his lips and chugged the remainder before placing it atop of the table.

“Pretty bold to be drinking alone,” he cocked his head to the side, “don’t you think princesa?” His hand lifted, motioning for another round but not once had his eyes left you.

You brought your glass to your own lips, running your tongue along the edge. “You don’t look difficult to handle,” he hummed, taking a sip of your drink. You mimicked his actions, tilting your head as you eyed him up and down. Even he knew you were aware of who he was, and unlike the rest, you hadn’t shown any sign of insecurity or weakness. If anything, you were matching his stance. 

“Miguel Galindo,” you said his name while lifting a finger to his chest, delicately trailing your nail along the collar of his shirt and down the buttons along his chest, stopping atop of his pants. Your soft touch made Miguel take another step towards you, his hand reaching out to touch your chin. “Running on the outskirts,” you observed, “or running from something,” you lifted a brow.

He breathed heavily through his nose, his face hardening as you called attention to his ploy, reminding him why he even stepped foot into the bar. At first, it had been a distraction for him… a way to forget his mother’s death, hide away from Emily’s nagging, Cristobal’s ear piercing cries.

When Dita Galindo died, not only had she taken her own soul, but she had clung to her son's entire being and dragged him down with her. He hadn’t been the same since and all he felt was a desperate need to relieve his pain and feel anything besides numbness. 

Miguel Galindo was a skeleton with a punctured heart.

Any sane person wouldn’t want to come near Miguel at this time, hell even Emily avoided him when he wasn’t the one ensuring to not cross paths with her; yet you were here toying with him. 

“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness?” he asked, mischief melting off his tongue with a hooded gaze. His hand cupped your left jaw, his fingers rubbing along the apple of your cheek in soothing motions. Puckering your lips, you tilted your head to the side in an innocent and teasing manner before pushing yourself off the wall and closing the gap between you both.

You were merely inches apart, Miguel’s hand creating a small space between your faces. You were about to play with fire and it only stirred your insides. You weren’t as innocent as he was assuming, you carried demons just as Miguel. Not once did your eyes break from the other, both of you battling each other for dominance, your own eyes gleaming as if to challenge him. Licking your lips, you smirked, “nope.”

Grabbing a hold of his hand that lingered upon your face, you maintained eye contact and bent slightly, wrapping your lips around his finger and sucking until his thumb was completely in your mouth. Miguel’s smile widened into a smirk and he closed the distance by tightly gripping your hip and pulling you against him.

So what, you were in a crowded bar on the outskirts of town. Any smart person here knew better than to betray a Galindo and vocalize what actions were to take place. He’d ensure that any night of yours wouldn’t be voiced and rumored. 

Miguel always got what he wanted and right now he wanted to forget and lose himself in you. 

You let out a soft moan as you felt the already growing bulge in his pants rub against you. While one hand wrapped around his neck, the other went to cup his member, rubbing your palm up and down along the cusp of his jeans. Miguel hissed through his teeth, disguising the moan that wanted to come about. 

Miguel and you were nose to nose, your eyes toying with each other.

“You don’t know what you’re about to get into princesa,” he muttered, his lips ever so lightly hovering over yours. He was teasing you, willing you to make the next move and give in to the temptation of a Galindo, however, you were just as smooth as he was.

You batted your eyes, moving your head side to side as you observed his face. With every movement your lips nearly grazed his and you hummed, “that’s the thing Miguel...” you leaned forward, pausing with your lips millimetres apart from his. His eyes closed and he found himself leaning forward, his body silently begging you to give him the ounce of affection he lacked in his life yet instead you thrived off giving him what he wanted, you thrived off his desperation.

Instead of placing your lips upon his (even though you were too eager to taste the liquor on his tongue), you pulled back and brought your glass to your lips. Miguel’s eyes opened and you only smiled sweetly, taunting him with your eyes, “... you haven’t seen mine yet.” 

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Gotta Be Somebody Part 9

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Angel

Bishop had us all ready to go when (Y/N) showed up. Padrino made sure every charter was here to end this. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified this would go wrong and I’d lose the one person I loved more than anything is this world.

“Hey. Don’t worry. Everything is going to turn out okay.” Gilly clapped me on the shoulder and brought me from my thoughts.

“Man I hope so.”

“Yo, Angel. Don’t worry ‘bout our girl. Me and Gilly made sure to teach her a thing or two about protectin’ herself.” Coco said.

“Everybody listen up!” Padrino yelled out. “Prima is headed this way with the one who is trying to end everything for us. She infiltrated months ago to get us to this point. We’re helping her out just as much as she is us. Yes, this is a fight for Galindo, but without Galindo, none of us would eat or pay our bills or take care of our families. (Y/N) took a hell of a chance when she went across the border into Los Olvidados. We owe it to her to take this bitch down and everyone with her. We owe her our lives. Let’s not let her down tonight.”

Cheers went up all around. Not long after the speech, a whistle was heard. That was our cue to watch the exits for the men. Coco, Gilly, Manny and Hank took out the each of them as they ran in. The rest of us took our positions. We left a handful of us in the main area and the rest in the catwalks above and in the hidden walls.

Suddenly the front door was busted open and in came a woman followed by a dozen men and (Y/N) taking up the rear. I almost ran for her, but I remembered what we were doing here. She found me and her eyes softened at the sight of me.

“Everyone put your weapons on the ground. Now!” The woman yelled.

We did as she said. She nodded for her men to take each one of us and put us in the center of the room.

“Who’s the leader here?” She asked.

“I am.” Alvarez said.

“Good. You go first as a message to Galindo that his mules won’t be running anything for him anymore. He won’t ruin anymore families.”

Suddenly, (Y/N) whistled and made the woman turn to her. “How about you tell him that yourself, Adelita.”

Miguel and his men come walking in, along with his wife Emily.

“(Y/N)! What is this?”

“You put down your weapons. Or the rest of your men die.” She looked to Alvarez who signaled for the rest of our men to come out.

Adelita looked around in shock then back at (Y/N). “You? You’ve been the rat the whole time? You’ve been the one to stop every plan I set in motion and blamed it on others?”

“Yeah, that was me. You see, when you threaten my family, you threaten me.” She walked over to us and stood by Bishop. “And when you threaten the life of an innocent newborn child, well, that is a death penalty in my eyes.”

Adelita screamed out and raised her gun. (Y/N) took one shot before the other woman could and shot the gun out of her hand. She screamed in pain and dropped the gun and held her hand to her chest.

“You’re outnumbered, Adelita! Give up! You’ve lost this one. Face it. The Galindo cartel was here before you and will be here long after you’re gone. Sorry your family was killed by one of their men, but you can’t go around and kill other families to get that revenge. Especially mine. That’s a no no for me.”

“Maldita perra! (Fucking bitch) I trusted you!”

(Y/N) laughed. “That was the point. To get you here. So we could end this. You have nobody left for you on either side. All of your men, your women and children spies have been eradicated. I’ve had people all over watching me to make sure I was safe. One stipulation I made when I made the deal to infiltrate Los Olvidados.”

Suddenly Adelita charged at (Y/N), a knife in her uninjured hand. (Y/N) threw down her gun and charged her right back. Some of us tried to go in to help, but Bishop yelled at us.

“No! This is her fight. She wanted this. We will not step in unless we need to.”

I looked at him like he was crazy then to (Y/N). She was going up against Adelita bare handed. I knew she could fight but it was an unfair one when she had no weapon.

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(Y/N)

Adelita kept trying to swing at me with the knife in her uninjured hand. I kept moving around so she couldn’t touch me. I knew her kind of fighting; angered frenzy. I could easily overpower her, I just wanted to have some fun first.

“Face it, Adelita. You’ve lost. Give up now and maybe your life will be spared.”

“Never! They killed my family. They must die.”

“Then why go after other people? Huh?” I kicked at her and caught her in the ribs. She hunched over. ”Why go after innocent people?” Another kick to her knee.

She went down and was trying to catch her breath. I stood in front of her and grabbed her by the hair to make her look at me.

“You want to know why I wanted Miguel’s wife here?” I pointed at Emily. “It’s because you tried to take her innocent baby from her in your sick and twisted game.” I got closer to her face “A child that is my blood.”

Her eyes went wide and I could hear murmuring all around me.

“Yeah, I said it. As it turns out, after I took this job from Miguel, I had some people do some digging for me. Come to find out, Emily, his wife, is my half sister. Her mother is my mother, or lack there of.” I looked to Emily. “No offense.”

“None taken.” She replied back, quietly.

“So, again. You fucked with the wrong family. My familia is everything to me. Blood and non alike; and I have blood on both sides of this. So, I’ll ask you one more time. Will. You. Give. Up?” I asked slowly.

Adelita flared her nostrils and grit her teeth. “Go to hell.” She then swung her fist up, still holding the knife.

In one swift motion I let her hair go and caught her hand and swung it back into her chest. “Not before you, perra malvada.” (Evil bitch)

I let her go and she fell backwards onto the ground. I looked up to Miguel and Emily. They looked at each other and walked towards me.

“One good push and she’ll stop suffering if you want to do it. She did try to take your child to use against your husband.” I said to Emily.

Emily looked at her and, without hesitation, stomped her heeled foot onto the knife, shoving it further into Adelita’s chest, ending her life.

“What about these ones?” Manny asked, pointing his gun at one of the Los Olvidados men.

“That would be up to Miguel.” I replied.

Miguel turned to look at them. He straightened his jacket. “Nestor.”

At that, Nestor nodded and his men took the remaining rebels outside. Gunshots rang into the night.

“Hija. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Dad took ahold of me and held me to him.

“Me, too, Papa. Me, too.” I kissed his cheek and smiled.

“So, what’s this about my wife being your half sister?” Miguel asked from behind me.

“Ah, yes, that. Give me a sec.” I went to my bag I threw on the ground by the door and pulled out a folder. “I was able to do some digging before I went to Los Olvidados. I wanted to know more about your family. Turns out, upon that digging, my contact found out an interesting fact. Emily’s mother was hospitalized twenty two years ago and released two days later with an extra person. As it happened, almost a year later I was dropped off with dad.”

I looked at Emily. “My mother, well, I guess our mother, didn’t want me because your father told her after I was born that if she didn’t give me up the life she had, with you and him, would be over. So she did. I tracked down all the records and there it is. My original birth certificate with her name listed as the mother, and Obispo Losa as my father. She tried to hide the fact that she had me from an affair by forging a fake birth certificate with your father’s name.”

Emily took the papers and looked at them. Her brows scrunched in confusion then realization as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I was only four when you were born. One day you didn’t come home with her and she said you were sick and had to stay at the hospital. Then you just never come home. I was too young to know at the time what any of that meant. I never forgot you. Any time I’d ask she would tell me she didn’t know who you were, that I was making another little girl up in my head.” She handed the folder back to Miguel.

She stood directly in front of me. Her eyes shining with tears, hands clenching at her sides. “It’s really you? My sister?”

“Yeah. There’s paperwork with DNA bloodwork that says it.”

She took me by surprise when she grabbed me into a tight hug. I held her back as we both cried. After a few minutes we broke apart. I turned to my dad .

“Papa, this is Emily. Miguel’s wife and my half sister. I’m sorry I never told you any of this before I left. I had to be sure.”

He let out a sigh and smiled. “It’s okay, querida. I guess this just means I have two daughters now, huh?”

We laughed. “I guess it does. You know as well as I do. My mother’s a bitch. An even bigger once now that I know the truth. I guess we have some catching up to do.” Emily said, looking to me at the last part.

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Angel

I was relieved my girl was okay. I watched the interactions of her and Emily. I knew Emily from back in the day when her and EZ were a thing. I was just happy this was all over.

I walked closer to where everyone was so I could get my chance to hug her again. When she turned around and spotted me, she smiled. Damn did I miss that beautiful fucking smile.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d come back the badass I was meant to be?” She said as she walked up to me.

“Oh yeah. You’re so fucking badass Chuck Norris is scared of you.” I chuckled.

She laughed. “I also remember there was something else I told you you could tell me when I got back.” She come closer and put her hands on my chest.

“And what would that be, Mi Corazón?” I wrapped my arms around her back.

“You know what, but let me go first.” She suddenly fisted the front of my kutte and pulled me to her. Her lips crashed with mine and my world exploded. For the last few months all I’ve wanted to do was taste her lips on mine. I pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her while one hand held the back of her head.

When we pulled apart, yells and whistles could be heard all around. That didn’t matter to me because I had my girl in my arms again.

“Te amo mi hermoso idiota.” She said to me.

(I love you my beautiful idiot.)

“Te amo mi corazón, mi amor, mi vida.” I replied back.

(I love you my heart, my love, my life.)

“Alright you two. Break it up. Save it for later.” Bishop said.

We couldn’t help but smile. We walked to the rest of the group. (Y/N) went to introduce me to Emily, but I told her I already knew her because of EZ.

“Well, it’s been an eventful night. (Y/N), as promised, here is the information on your account with your payments. Every intel given that come to fruition, the final payment for this,” he waved his hand at the spot where Adelita’s body once laid, “and an extra thank you for saving my son.” He handed her a folder that contained a few papers with his signature.

“Please, now that you’re family, don’t hesitate to come by. Get to know your nephew and sister. We’d love to have you.” He then gave her a hug and turned to Emily with a smile.

They said their goodbyes and Galindo and his men left. The rest of us were gathering up around (Y/N) to find out what Miguel gave her.

“So what kind of payments you get?” Coco asked. Gilly slapped him in the back of the head. “What?” Coco asked.

“Payments for intel on where the group would be. A final payment for kicking her ass. The other one was news to me when he said it.” She opened the folder. She chuckled. “Maybe I should save kids of the wealthy more often.”

“How much?” Bishop asked. (Y/N) gave him a look. “What? I want to know how much you risked your ass for and if it was worth it.”

“Let’s just say I’m the second wealthiest person in Santo Padre. 10K for every intel that became something, that equaled to at least 4, so that’s 40K. 2 Million for finishing the job. And then there’s an extra 2 million for saving Cristobal’s life. So I’d say I’m a very wealthy woman, Papa. It was totally worth it.”

“Holy shit.” He whispered.

“And before any of you ingrates can come begging me for money, just remember, I’ve already got you assholes paid when I gave him back his product. That $50,000 each was my stipulation to him for the shit you went through that night.” She smiled at us.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I wondered where that came from.” Bishop wrapped his arm around (Y/N). “Alright boys. Let’s go home.”

We all loaded up, (Y/N) climbing onto my bike with me and we headed for home. Finally able to have my girl back with me, and I didn’t plan on letting her go any time soon.

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Don’t worry my beauties!!! This isn’t the last part!!! I got at least 1 possibly 2 more to add!!! I hope you liked that little twisty I threw in there 😉

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@ravennaortiz

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@meera10

[mrsamaroevans]

HELP A WRITER

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I need help from people in the United States and England pleeeeease!!

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I'm sooo confused.

Like, I'll explain how it works in mine:

We get out of high-school at 17 or 18 (it all depends on the high-school plan you choose), then we go to, the literal translation would be university to study whatever we want (vet med, medicine, laws, graphic design, architecture, marketing... Etc). Like if I had't drop out Vet School when I was 19, I would have been a fully graduated Vet at 23.

I'm confused with this because in SVU I've heard that people go to college (like the most famous in the show, Hudson), and then they say that on the fall they're going to like... Oxford... Or Yale... Or any other with big names to study laws or medicine or Idk.

So...

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

I also saw it in Pitch Perfect. They all are in college (that in spanish that is also translated like universidad-university) right? And then, there's this girl that says that she's been accepted at vet school...

How does that work? I'm so confused.

All of this happens like in USA, but I'm also curious to know how does it work in England and other countries if you like to share.

I've been doing google research but it doesn't help me to understand. I'm writing a book and it would be really nice if you help me. It also will help me at writing my fanfiction.

Thaaaanks!!

[svucarisiaddict]

stooop now i cant stop about miguel craving affection and just wanted to be held and kissed in every inch of his body

//Just a little something//

Miguel entered the house that was dark except for the light you left on for him in the foyer. Everything was still. The only sound coming from the grandfather clock ticking time away in the dining room. It was a stark contrast from the chaos that daylight provided. 

He sighed deeply then slid out of his shoes and shrugged his coat off laying it over the back of the sofa. 

Seconds later TJ their “guard dog” padded to Miguel wagging his tail and licking Miguel’s face when he knelt down to greet him. “Hey, there big guy. Doing your rounds?” He gave the German Shepard a scratch behind the ears before straightening up. While he was gentle with family there was no doubt he would protect them need be.

Miguel quietly climbed the steps, hoping to not wake you or one of the kids. Although, if he was being honest it wouldn’t be the worst thing. He left before the kids were up and home after they went to bed. A day of their lives he missed. Tomorrow was going to be different. All-day at home. No interruptions. Well, today actually he thought as the clock chimed midnight. 

He chanced a peek into their bedrooms. Both his son, Nick who was three and daughter Sienna, 8 months were sleeping peacefully. 

And you. He actually ached to see you. To feel your soft skin. To inhale your scent. But more than anything he craved your touch. To have you ghost your fingers over his skin. Peppering kisses along his jaw and neck. Holding him.

Miguel pushed the bedroom door open. “What are you doing awake?” He stretched across the bed to kiss you. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Just had a feeling I should wait up for you. Besides I missed you.”

“Missed you amor,” Miguel said softly. There was a melancholy undertone in his voice that you picked up.  “I’m beat. Gonna change real quick.”

Nodding, you gave him a small smile and watched as he shed his clothes. His muscles rippled with every movement and you couldn’t help but appreciate him. He was much more than just a banging body. Miguel was intelligent, strong, tender but firm when he needed to be, generous with not only his money but more importantly his love. He also had a quick wit that made you laugh even when you wanted to be mad. And he had the biggest heart of anyone you knew. Few saw that side of him. In his business, he couldn’t appear weak. Weak wasn’t a word you would associate with Miguel. 

When he was done changing he slid between the sheets. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his body around yours. A small sigh escaped his lips. He was content and felt his body relax.

You used one hand to massage and scratch his scalp while the other rested on his arm. “You okay, Mikey?” you asked placing a kiss to his temple. He got in moods like this sometimes where all he wanted was to be held while you placed soft kisses to his body. This Miguel or Mikey as you and Nestor called him, was vulnerable, craving affection and to be touched more so than normal.

“It was a tough day,” he answered. Tough was an understatement. While you knew exactly what the business was all about he kept some of the not so savory details to himself and those involved. He kept his personal life separate from his professional life. It caused much less heartbreak for everyone. If you knew half of the things he did to those that crossed him or caused him to lose money, you would think he was a monster.

When he said the day was tough you didn’t push him to talk. He would if and when he was ever ready. Instead, you stroked his hair, kissed his face and gently caressed his skin until you felt him become heavier on you, finally giving in to his exhaustion. You kissed his head once more before turning off the bedside lamp.

[haterspectator]

HI

I’m so excited to start writing and putting my stories out there! I love writing and music so most of my stories will come from a song I listen to and a story that comes to my mind when listening! I’ll take requests!! I specialize in these few people (but I’m ope to writing about others as long as I’m familiar with the character):

NICK AMARO❤️❤️❤️

SONNY CARISI💚💚💚

DEREK MORGAN

LUKE ALVEZ (this gif is just so...HOT)

MIGUEL GALINDO(I reallllly love Danny)

SAM WINCHESTER

DEAN WINCHESTER

JAX TELLER

ERIC NORTHMAN

AND MORE!!