#everyone else better watch your FOCKIN step

[agnosticblowjob]

ok exactly one person cares. but the rest of you are on thin fucking ice vis-à-vis Men’s Overnight Moonscreen (SPF 4)

men’s overnight moonscreen btw. if you even care

[commonwealthoccurences]

Companions React: Sole Finds Their Pre-War Teddy Bear

The set up:

Scavenging wasn’t as easy of a job as some made it out to be. Sanctuary was running low on spare materials and had searched for someone willing to go out into the junk piles of the wasteland and bring home materials that could be turned into something useful.

That’s how Sole and their companion found themselves picking through piles of what appeared to be garbage, climbing over refrigerators long out of service and cracking children’s toys. Skeletons of lives past, remnants of individuals who wouldn’t be remembered in a world that left them behind. Sole stood at the top of the pile, a hand over their eyes to scan the wreckage, when they spotted something they thought long gone and took off running.

Cait:

Though she’d refuse to admit it later, Cait started when Sole took off, scrambling down from their perch at the top of the junk pile, dead set on a goal she couldn’t make heads or tails of. Their vision had locked onto something and it appeared they weren’t going to stop until they got what they wanted. “Hey! Where the hell do ya think you’re goin’?” Cait scrambled after them, boots slipping over car parts and rusted metal as she fought to keep up.

Her shout didn’t stop Sole, though they did skid to a stop at the bottom of a pile, tossing scraps of metal aside without a care in the world. Cait kept her distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire and only stepped forward when Sole straightened up, something clutched tightly in their hands. Nearly slipping and grouchier than before, she picked her way through the mess to stand in front of Sole and rolled her eyes. “Ya really nearly killed yourself over that garbage?”

Sole looked up, their expression vulnerable and a little bit guilty. Gently, they brushed some dirt off the teddy bear they held, though it didn’t do much to fix it’s battered appearance. Somehow Sole looked even more haunted, like they were seeing into a world Cait had barely a grasp on. “This is mine.” They whispered.

“What?”

“It’s mine. From before the war. I didn’t think… how the hell did it survive?”

Cait’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Fockin’ hell, that thing’s more durable than most people.”

Sole laughed, though their mind still seemed so far away as they traced the edge of the teddy’s ear with the tip of their finger. Cait moved closer to them, swearing harshly when she nearly slipped and fell again. One of its eyes was missing and the threads were coming loose from it’s face, but there was something about Sole’s affection for it that made Cait see something cute. “It’s survived, I’ll give it that.” Her tone was begrudging, but deep down, she knew if someone ever tried to take that thing away from Sole, there’d be hell to pay.

Curie:

Curie’s worry spiked when Sole nearly slipped and fell. The potential for injury was great amongst the piles of garbage; who knew what laid under a poorly supported tarp. Concern running high, Curie climbed her way after her runaway companion, carefully testing each place for proper support before putting her weight on it. The going was slow and by the time she reached their side, Sole had already found and dug out what they were chasing after.

It was a teddy bear, covered in grime and layers of dirt from being out in the Wasteland. “I’m sorry, Mx, but what is the significance of this… thing?” It was difficult for her to hide her distaste at the object, which could barely be seen past the filthiness.

“It used to be mine. Still is, I guess. I never thought I’d see it again.” Sole’s voice was barely above a whisper as they cradled the stuffed animal like a child.

“The garbage?” Curie was confused.

“It’s not-” Sole pressed their lips together, suppressing their distress.

The possibility of their teddy surviving the war was unbelievably low, and yet both of them had managed to beat the odds. They were overcome with a wave of emotion. Something so fragile and seemingly insignificant to everyone else had managed to survive and they had never identified with something so much since they had awoken in this nightmare.

Curie managed to pick up on the mood despite her confusion and folded her hands together. “There’s a river just down the hill if you’d like to clean it off.” She stated quietly.

Sole nodded, smile a little watery, and looked up at Curie. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Lead the way, Curie.”

Danse:

“Soldier! Don’t be so reckless!” Danse shouted after them, struggling with whether or not to go after them. Climbing in wreckage wasn’t the easiest in power armor.

He watched them charge down the side of the garbage pile, skidding to a stop at the bottom and beginning to rip the piles apart with no regard to how it may affect the stability of what they were standing on. Danse huffed, having never seen them acting like that, and began making his way over to them, careful to place his weight in stable areas, lest he become part of the metal scrap in the piles. He was beyond astonished to see them bent over a teddy bear that seemed to have gone through the wringer. “Is this what you took off over.” He scoffed in disbelief.

“This belongs to me.” They whispered, still crouched over it, nearly shaking.

Danse failed to understand what they were saying until they looked up at him with teary eyes. It didn’t just belong to them, it belonged to them before the war. He suddenly understood their reaction, and was flustered at the way he’d reacted. He should’ve known Sole wouldn’t take off over something insignificant, especially without communicating to him. He looked over to the horizon before glancing back down at them, where they were stroking the teddy bear’s fur, mesmerized. “Put it in your backpack. We still need to work while we have daylight.” Too harsh, he thought. “We can clean it up when we get back to Sanctuary.” A little better.

Sole grinned up at him and wiped a stray tear off their face, inhaling as they stood and hugged it tightly to their chest. They muttered something to themself before swinging their backpack to the side and adjusting the teddy bear “comfortably” in it. Danse looked away to suppress the affectionate smile that crept across his face.

Deacon:

“Oh, shit. Why are we taking off, Boss?” Deacon was a little alarmed at their sudden movement.

In an attempt to keep up he nearly slid and ended up on his ass. He waved his arms comically for a moment to keep his balance and remain upright before charging after them just as recklessly. He wasn’t one to question why someone was running. The wasteland was a run first, ask questions later type of place, and he’d survived so far with that policy.

When they skidded to a stop and began digging, he stumbled to slow down and came to a stop behind them. He couldn’t quite see over their shoulder, but when they let out a victorious shout and the scraps stopped flying, he leaned forward. They were clutching a teddy bear. “We aren’t gonna get much spare cloth from that garbage, I’ll be honest, Boss.” He said skeptically.

They stood and whirled around, a broad grin on their face as they held the teddy bear out. “It’s mine!” The joy on their face was contagious, but he was still confused.

“What do you mean?”

“From before the War! I can’t believe it survived.” Their tone turned to one of wonder as they rubbed their thumb over where one of its eyes had fallen off.

Deacon couldn’t help his chuckle. “It is cute, I do have to admit. Let’s get it cleaned up though.”

Gage:

“What the fuck?” Gage’s head snapped towards where Sole had taken off, tracking them through the crumbling piles of garbage that scattered under their weight.

He groaned under his breath, rolling his eyes as he looked up at the sky. He’d sworn they were smarter than the last Overboss and yet he could almost predict them slipping and breaking their neck over whatever they were chasing. God knows it couldn’t be that important. With a huff, he dropped his cigarette and began slowly following after them.

Maybe it was the way they were desperately tossing junk aside, or the fact that he’d never seen Sole act like this, but he was almost wary of coming up behind them. He wasn’t trying to take a shard of glass to his good eye. He waited for them to stop scrambling before he came up beside them and caught a glimpse at what they were holding. “A fucking teddy bear? Are you kidding me?” He rolled his eyes, trying to find patience somewhere in the back of his brain.

“I… Gage this is mine.”

“You- what?”

“It’s mine. From before the war. I’ve had this since I was five.”

“How the hell did this fucker live longer than most people do?”

Sole laughed and hugged the teddy bear tightly. Then, they held it up next to him, Gage dodging to avoid being touched by the filthy stuffed animal. “You guys look exactly the same. Teddy bears covered in dirt.”

“You better move your ass before I kick the shit out of you.” He grumbled, pushing past them to hide the slight flush on his face.

Hancock:

“Hey! Sole!” Hancock was frozen in place, mildly stunned by their reaction to whatever they’d seen.

Yanking at his coattails as they got caught on a sharp piece of metal, he began the trek to catch up to them. Luckily, they stopped not far from where they’d taken off, kneeling in a pile of discarded clothing. Pieces of clothing were tossed behind them carelessly before they stopped and grabbed something. Hancock caught up to them shortly after, boots slipping against the slimy hood of a car before he made it down to stand next to them. “What’s going on Sole.”

They turned and stood and began looking between him and the teddy bear expectantly. “You could’ve cracked your head open runnin’ over here, Sunshine. For a piece of grimy trash?”

Sole shook their head and flipped over a tag to show him before they looked back up, even more expectant. “It was mine!” The tag on the bear’s ear was nearly shredded, but once pushed together, had their name in smudged handwriting.

Hancock felt like an ass for calling their teddy bear a piece of trash, but to be fair, they had never argued when they saw previous teddy bears laying on the side of the road as they travelled. He sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry about calling it trash, Sole. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I probably would’ve too.” They laughed, their fond gaze still turned to the teddy bear.

“Hey! We should get a matching hat for the bear. It can be the mascot of Goodneighbor.”

Haylen:

Haylen groaned, struggling to keep up with Sole once they’d taken off. She already was slightly behind, on the other side of the mountain of trash as they scrambled their way down, and was fighting to not get her foot caught and go tumbling down into the piles. She managed to get to Sole’s side without major incident, though she was sporting a new scrape on her palm by the time she stopped next to them.

The sun was already starting to set, but it wasn’t hard to see what Sole was holding so cheerfully in their arms. A teddy bear, covered in dirt and God knows what else. “Christ, Sole. You could’ve gotten hurt and I can’t carry you back home. Why the hell did you do that for garbage?”

“It’s not garbage. Haylen, this is mine.” Sole looked up at her with an expression Haylen had never seen from them before.

“What do you mean?” Her tone softened.

“It’s mine. I had this before… before.”

“Oh, Sole.” She sighed, kneeling and putting her hand on their shoulder.

They blew out a shaky breath, turning the teddy bear over to examine it carefully. Haylen reached over and brushed some of the loose dirt off in an attempt to clean it despite the obvious staining. It didn’t do much, but Sole turned and smiled at her appreciatively. “Put it in my backpack so it gets home safe, okay? We have to keep moving, though.”

MacCready:

At least they weren’t standing at the top of a hill, possibly the worst place to be when a trained sniper could be looking for a target. However, he couldn’t stop himself from shaking his head as they took off towards wherever, seemingly blind to possible danger. With a grumbled “I don’t get paid enough for this” he started to go after them.

It was a bit of a hike and by the time he reached them, he was sweating. Once he stopped he leaned against a rickety storage cabinet, fingers mentally crossed it wouldn’t topple over and take him with it, as he stared down at the teddy bear in their hands. With a huffed breath, “What was that.”

“Sorry, I just-” Sole stared in wonder at the little bear. “I thought this was gone forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“This was mine. Pre-war. I… it was a gift for my third birthday and I thought I’d never see it again.”

Something about the look on their face made him pause in his distaste for their impulsivity and the tattered cloth bear that rested in their grip. He sighed and dropped into a crouch next to them and took the teddy bear from their hands. He turned it over, examining the damage, and began brushing what he could off of the bear. It was disgusting, but salvageable. “Alright. I’ll get the sewing kit out once we get back to Sanctuary.”

Nick:

“Hey, kid!”

He watched them take off in disbelief, alarmed at what could be going through their head to go charging off so quickly. It was difficult to navigate the wrecked landscape but he managed to make his way across the landfill and get to where Sole was cradling something in their arms. With a reluctant curiosity, Nick leaned over and took a look. “You’re holding garbage, Sole.” His voice was unimpressed and confused.

“It’s not garbage.” They protested, meeting his glowing, yellow eyes. “It’s my teddy bear. I’ve had it since I was young!”

Nick tilted his head, trying to picture what the teddy bear could look like before the war had taken its owner too far away to take care of it. Despite the layers of grossness, he could see something Sole would label theirs affectionately. That thought stuck with him as he spoke. “Look at you, always finding those that need you. Should we go get it cleaned up?” 

Old Longfellow:

“What- ah, damn’t. Where are you takin’ off to, cap’n?” Longfellow’s voice was gravelly, carrying across the wasted landscape.

Sole paid no mind and kept running, determined to reach their destination at any cost. He felt his knee creak as he climbed over the rusty parts and pieces of pre-war buildings, remnants of lives past. He cursed under his breath, but kept climbing after them, hoping the creaking, shabby structures would hold together as he moved. Eventually, he got to them. “Really? For a piece of trash, Sole?”

Sole shook their head vigorously. “This is my teddy bear. From before the bombs. I… Jesus.” They looked up at him as if they’d had the breath knocked out of them.

Longfellow looked at it carefully, understanding that now wasn’t the time to be so brash. They reached out for a hand up and he gave it to them, gripping their arm tightly as they stood, careful not to lose their balance on the shifting scraps. Once they were properly balanced, they reached out, teddy in hand in front of them. “I want you to hang onto it for now, okay?” It was hard to say no to them when they looked at him like that. With grumbling reluctance, he took the teddy and settled it in his backpack.

Piper:

“Blue?! Be careful!” Piper yelled after them, preparing to follow them by heaving the strap of her backpack further onto her shoulder.

She’d spent more time than ideal dodging traders as she chased after Nat when they were younger, so she’d gotten skill in quickly finding the best footing. It wasn’t difficult to keep pace as long as she didn’t stay on one leaning piece of discarded trash for too long. Nimble as ever, it wasn’t long before she was stopping at Sole’s side.

They had dug in the pile of junk, dirt coating their hands with tiny flecks of rust for decoration, and pulled out a weak looking scrap of cloth. No, not just a scrap of cloth. It was a teddy bear, well worn and overdue by way too long for a good washing. “Sole, I can’t believe you ran like that for trash. What’s going on?”

“It’s mine.” Their voice was hushed, as if they were sharing a secret.

“From… no way.” Piper got a good look at it and yeah, it certainly looked like it had been around for hundreds of years.

“Yeah.”

They looked up at her in awe, a childlike grin on their face, reminding her of her own baby sister. With a reassuring smile, she patted them on the back. “No worries, Blue. We can get it back home and fix it up in no time, I bet. I’ve got some old recipes for stain remover we can try out, if you want.”

Preston:

“General? General!” He shouted after them, quickly moving into action to keep up with them.

Preston was never more than a few steps behind them at all times, and that wasn’t going to change now. Despite things sliding out from under their feet, Preston managed to continue finding the footing to leap after them, nearly colliding with their back as they slid to a stop and kneeled at the base of a pile. He got to his knees next to them to see what they were doing.

When they began prying something out from under a scrap of metal, he lifted it to ease their way, despite his confusion. They yanked out a teddy bear that may have been light at some point, but was now coated in just about everything you could find in the wasteland, and missing it’s tail. Sole let out a disbelieving laugh, their jaw dropped from the shock. “What’s going on General? What is this other than garbage?”

“It’s mine! Holy shit, I can’t believe it survived!”

“From before the war?” Preston’s own eyes widened.

Sole nodded eagerly, the joy from this miracle evident on their face. He’d never seen the General so elated and took it in stride. “Sturges should be able to work his magic once we get back to Sanctuary. We’ll keep it safe until then, okay?”

Travis:

“S-Sole?” Travis was hesitant to take off after them, unsure if any part of this was safe.

His steps were probably even more cautious than they needed to be as he made his way across the landfill, cringing every time metal slid against metal once he’d shifted his weight off of it. It was a good bit before he got to where Sole had launched themself towards, and by then, they’d already stood and clutched whatever they were holding to their chest. Upon further examination, he realized it was a teddy bear. “Uhm, is that… supposed to be a teddy bear? It looks like trash, to be honest.” 

Sole’s gaze caught him off guard when they looked up at him with excitement shining so bright it could rival the stars. He sucked in a deep breath and looked away, examining the teddy bear again. “It’s mine! Travis, I had this before the bombs dropped!” 

“Oh… oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to call it trash-” He became flustered with himself, scratching the back of his neck as his face flushed red.

“Don’t worry about it.” Sole laughed quietly. “It does look pretty bad, doesn’t it? We should be able to fix it up, anyway. Nothing’s past saving.”

Travis relaxed in relief when they brushed off his comment and returned a small smile. 

X6-88:

“Mx. Mx!”

They’d taken off without a word after an already pointless mission. Impatience was thrumming across his body, all the way down to his fingertips, which twitched on the handle of his baton. Lips pursed in annoyance, he moved to follow them, taking his time, considering they’d stopped by the time he got moving. Sure, he was going to protect them, but if they were going to get themself into dumb situations by taking off recklessly, they could handle themself until he got there.

Once he’d made his way closer he started looking for what had set them off so badly. He couldn’t see anything of significance amongst the discarded trash. The urge to reprimand them rose in his throat, but he suppressed the insult. “What’s going on?”

“I found it! I can’t believe it’s still here!” They laughed, looking up at him with bright eyes.

When X6-88 looked down he found a tattered, nasty teddy bear looking back at him; seemingly the perfect representation of how he viewed the wasteland. “Mx, I don’t think this is an appropriate use of our time.”

“Six, you don’t understand. This was mine. Before the war.” Their tone pushed him to understand.

He paused. It definitely needed some help, but obviously this was something important that he was somehow struggling to understand. He really wasn’t one for anything sentimental, but he’ found that sometimes entertaining these ideas would play in his favor. This must be one of those times; Sole may get upset if he were to dismiss their determination to make him understand. “I’m sure we have something at the Institute to… repair this.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“SECRETS”.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reyes younger sister!reader.

Anon asked: what do you think about writing a bishop losa x reader, where you are angel and ez little sister and you are in love with him and he’s in love with you, and you two start dating secretly because you don’t want your brother to find out just yet.

Thanks to my beta reader: @chibsytelford 💘

Word count: 2.5k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif credits to @thedevilsmoonshine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @arvedua 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

It started with some random texts. Bishop got your phone because he was needing some meat from the carnicería for a party. He also invited you, but you had to decline it because you should work the next day. Even so, that night you kept talking about how everything was going in your life for hours till you fell asleep with a ‘good night, sweetie’ from him.

After a few weeks, the texts became more constant, even you found some excuses to visit the clubhouse and share a beer with the guys. You knew that it became something more serious the night you kissed.

You went to the clubhouse because your father gave you a bag with clothes that Angel asked for. The place was empty, going inside in silence. You left the bag on the bar and took a seat on the nearest sofa. Whenever you were bored, you used to read the last messages that Bishop sent you with a goofy smile, disabling the wifi to avoid being hunted.

“SWEETIE!!!!!”

The phone flew off of your hands, hearing the loud laughs of Bishop. When you saw your phone with the screen down, you frowned at him.

“If it's broken, I swear I'm gonna kick your old ass”.

“If it's broken, I'll buy you a new one. Dammit, (Y/N), you should have seen your face”. He teased you in laughs, while you were bowing to take it back. Nothing happened to it.

“You're like five years old, Obispo”. You growled when the man took a seat next to you, leaving an arm on your shoulders.

“Yeah, but you like it”.

Whenever he was close to you, you couldn't avoid to getting nervous. You've never had a boyfriend before, and he wasn't, but he seemed so. He gave you a kiss near your lips on purpose. He knew about your zero experience with men. You kissed three guys before, but that was all. He thought, and told you, it was lovely to have some innocence around.

“You know that Angel and EZ are coming, right?”

“Yea', but we're not doing anything. Are we...?” He raised an eyebrow joking on you, looking at your lips for a moment.

You left a heavy sigh, rubbing your eyes before laying your head against the back of the sofa. He got closer taking your chin with two fingers, approaching to kiss you. You turned your body a little to be more comfortable under his arms, while your lips moved as if they were dancing. It was a slow kiss, enjoying the moment, taking your time with no pressure. Till you heard the engine of Angel's motorbike.

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The MC have been out of town for almost two weeks. Bishop was texting you the whole time, whenever he got some free minutes. So, when he told you they're gonna have a party when they arrived, you got a little mad. Your idea of spending that night with him went to the trash when you read the message. But you were invited, so at least, it was something.

With a tight black dress, a comfy pair of shoes and a leather jacket, you drive to the clubhouse parking the car at the beginning of the alley between the car scrapping and the front yard. EZ is the first that notices you, running towards you holding you in the air in a warm hug.

“Look at you! You got pretty to see your brothers, uh?”

“Of course!” You leave some loud kisses on his cheek, before you hear Angel's angry voice.

“Hey, hey! It's my fockin' sister too!” He says frowning, till he's able to punch EZ's arm. He hugs you harder as the good older (and jealous) brother he is. “I missed you, pain in the ass”.

“I missed you too, assholes. My life without saving your shitty asses of pops is kinda boring”.

They laugh and tousled you, before going back to the clubhouse. It's cold outside, so the warm place seems like it's receiving you with open arms. The same place that gets loud with whistles and the uproar of the crew, who always is joking to you 'cause they feel that you're their little sister too. Especially Coco, who knows you since ever.

“Did you miss us?” Taza hugs you, giving you a kiss on your temple.

“Of course not! I came to see if someone kicked your ass, so I could laugh”. You replied, looking with your eyes for Bishop. “Where's the prez, hm…?”

“Warehouse, doing god-knows-what.” Tranq says falling on a couch.

“Ok. I have a lot of beer in my car. You take it, and I'm going to the bathroom in the meantime”.

It's not your best excuse, but it's enough to have some intimacy with the man. You surprise him counting the guns they took for the past weeks. He forgets his task after he turns to you. Supporting his waist against the table cross-armed, he licks his inner lip.

“You like what you see?” You ask raising both eyebrows, opening the jacket and turning on your feet to give him a complete look. “I bought this dress yesterday, thinking that maybe my boyfriend could enjoy taking it off. In his bed. Before showing me what he is capable of. Because I felt so lonely those days you were away and maybe… just maybe, I thought it could be the perfect moment to fuck me for the first time”.

“You're the fucking devil”.

“Oh, no, no, no. My boyfriend is the devil. 'Cause he thought it would be a better idea have a par…”

You can't finish the word, when he lifts you up, forcing you with his arms to put your legs around his waist. Your back against the wall, and his lips devouring yours with need and despair. Even after seven months being secretly together, every kiss feels like the first. The same nervous feeling in your stomach, the same illusion when you're close.

He's hard, very hard actually, and you can feel it between your legs moving his waist slightly. You drown some moans in his lips, biting yours with some fury.

“So… you touched yourself thinking it was my hand…?” He asks you against your mouth. You nod in silence with your eyes on his. “What a ba…”

“THE FUCK YOU DID?”

Angel, EZ and Coco are still at the door. Your oldest brother's face flushed, and an incredulous gesture on the other's faces. You put your feet on the floor slowly with a “it's not what it seems” in your trembling throat. “I can explain it”. You add.

“THE FUCK YOU'RE GONNA EXPLAIN? ARE YOU FUCKING BISHOP? ARE YOU FUCKING MY INNOCENT AND BABY SISTER, MAN?”

EZ pushes Angel away to avoid a fight, but what has to happen, happens. The oldest Reyes punches him with all his strength focused on his right fist. The president of the Mayans defends himself, punching him back. You start to cry, trying to hold Angel's shoulder and the guys, alerted by noise, come to the warehouse.

Finally they put them away while you run next to Bishop to see if he's ok.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Angel?!” You shout at him with anger and tears in your cheeks.

“With me?! You're the one who is fucking my boss! Almost thirty years older than you! Could be your fucking pops!”

“You did what?” Taza asks raising an eyebrow crossing his arms.

“WE DIDN'T”. You reply. “Yet”.

“Watch your mouth, boy. I'm not gonna let you talk to her like that”. Bishop points Angel with a finger, breaking free.

“Are you fucking telling me how the fuck I should talk to my sister? How many times you've been betraying me, ah?”

“Angel…” You walk towards him.

“TELL ME”.

“We will talk at home”. EZ interrupts, offering you a hand. “Lets take your stuff, we're leaving”.

You can't look at Bishop, nodding just one time while you hold his hand like a beaten dog and your head down.

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It's been five minutes since you sat down in front of your brothers in silence. You're not sure what you can say and it's killing you.

“How did it started?” EZ is the first one to talk.

“The fuck, man?”

“Shut up, Angel!”

“He asked me for an order for a party, eight months ago”.

“Shit, man…” Your oldest brother frowns laying on the couch.

“Could you please shut the fuck up? I'm fucking virgin, asshole. He respects me!” You reply a little bit louder than you actually wanted. “We were texting for almost one month, then we… simply started a… kind of relationship. That's all! I'm twenty-three, I'm not a fucking child”.

“Well, you look like”. Angel's attacks opening his arms to highlight every word.

“Angel, stop”. EZ gives him a fist on the shoulder. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Seems pretty obvious, EZ”.

“Ya' know what? Fuck this shit, man!” Angel walks outside, while the other tries to stop you to go after him.

“Baby, please…”

“I have to talk with him”. You shake your head before following his steps.

He is in the backyard smoking a cigar. He hears your steps, but doesn't turn. You swallow looking for the strength you need to walk closer.

“Angel…”

“Leave me alone, (Y/N)”.

“Please, listen”.

“What? What I have to listen, uh?” Then, he turns at you. He's furious and disappointed. “The fucking Bishop, (Y/N)? Really?”

“It just happened”.

“You know why I am more pissed off? 'Cause you didn't tell us before. It's supposed there's no secrets between EZ, you and me”. Here it is. The problem isn't your boyfriend. This is what he was referring to when he said you betrayed him.

“I was scared. I told Bishop to keep it a secret because of you, Angel”. You make the confession walking another step closer. “I'm sorry”.

“I thought you were different, you know? Mi pequeña hermana. But you're like everyone else”.

“Angel, please…”

“Go to see your fucking boyfriend. He needs you. I don't”.

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It takes him only two seconds to open the door, 'cause he knew it was you. You're crying and when you see his face your tears turn more unconsolable. He sighs leaving you some space between his body and the door to let you in. You don't even know if he's mad at you.

“I'm sorry, Bish…” You try to say a bit choked, raising a hand to the cheek it that wasn't kicked. He holds it with another one, leaving a kiss on the back of it with his eyes on yours.

“I'm fine, mi amor”. He shakes his head, closing the door before hugging you wanting to comfort you at all cost. “'You ok?”

You don't know what to say, shrugging in silence while the man cleans your tears with his fingers, giving you some kisses on your forehead. The last months he has been an anchor, your best friend, your confidant. He heard you every time you got angry with pops, EZ or Angel. And also gave you some advice when you needed it. Felipe used to talk with the ashes of your mother, and your brothers don't talk and also they're not at home mostly. So, you were practically alone. Bishop saved you in some way.

“I love you”. You whisper with your eyes closed.

“I love you too, querida”. It's the first time you two pronounce the magic words. And it worth every punch Angel gave him earlier that night, because now he really knows what you feel. “'Wanna stay here tonight, uh?”

You nod with pursed lips, 'cause there's no place you want to stay in more than Bishop's house. He gives you one last kiss, walking towards his room to find some shirt you can wear instead of the dress you bought for him.

You fall asleep between soft laughs and loving kisses, remembering the first text you two shared, with Obispo's strong arms around your body pushing you into his. But when you wake up he's not in the bed. You watch the time on your phone being sleepy. Twelve in the morning. You've been sleeping for almost ten hours. Unbelievable. And you have the feeling that he has gone to talk with Angel. EZ is not a problem. He would accept you even if you try to kill him.

You hear the front door being opened and closed. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you drag your bare feet on the floor towards the living room. Your face and hair are a mess. Your eyes are a little bit swollen and you have some red freckles around your cheek and nose because the effort when you were crying last night. Raising your face you find Angel next to Bishop. They fought again. Your lips tremble and you're about to cry again.

“(Y/N), it's ok. We were in the ring, fixing things as Mayans do. Now, we're gonna talk, baby”. The last word your brother says makes you feel better, nodding, doubting about if you can hug him or not. He sighs, opening his arms and moving his fingers for a moment trying to tell you that you're allowed to do it.

So you practically run next to him, colliding with his body and making him walk away one step. He hugs you instantly, supporting his chin on your head. Angel is more taller than you, so his hugs have always been the most warmest.

You take a seat on the sofa by Angel's side and Bishop in front of you. The oldest Reyes is holding your hands, looking for the correct words to say.

“I'm… ok if you're happy, pequeña”. He starts, licking his inner lip nervously. “You know… That shit ain't easy to anyone… Little sister, older brother… Shit, seems like it was yesterday when I first held you in my arms. And now you… you… Well, you know what I want to say”.

You know Bishop is trying not to laugh, and you're about to punch him in the face.

“I'll only have two rules to let you continue with this creepy-dirty-old-man”. You smile for a moment, looking at the oldest while he shrugs. “First one. No touching in my presence. No kisses, no hugs, no nothing. It's fuckin' weird and makes me wanna puke”.

“Ok”. You nod. God, your trying hard not to laugh.

“Second one, and most important…” Angel highlights every word gesturing with a hand while he talks. “I'm the most fucking important man in your life. You love me more than him.”

“Ok, weirdo…”

“No, no, no”. He shakes his head, Bishop laying against his chair covering his eyes with a sigh. Angel's jealousy will always be a pain in the ass for him. “You have to say it”.

“It isn't…”

“For fucking god's sake, say it, (Y/N)”.

“Sweet Jesuchrist… You're the most fucking important man in my life. And I love you more than Bishop”. Angel's proud smile turns to his boss.

“You heard her? She loves me more than you. Don't forget it”.

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AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVED that poly!Slender x reader x LJ!! I didn’t originally request it, but if it’s not too much, can I please request a sequel (featuring the adorable Slendra Jackson?) Ty! 😁😁

Anon you have no idea how happy this request made me- I NEVER get asks about my OCs so you calling Slendra adorable and aSKING TO INTERACT WITH HER??? MADE ME REALLY REALLY HAPPY SO THANK YOU- sorry this ask took a bit to answer, I only got your ask late in the evening so I had to finish it off over the course of my morning. Thank you again for the ask!! I hope you like what I came up with- (put it under a cut since it’s a little long)

‘’More wine, dear?’’ Slender asks you from across the couch. It’s late, and quiet. A rare combination here in the mansion. Somehow, every other person in the mansion is downstairs, in their room or somewhere else. Meaning you and your two boyfriends are free to occupy the couch by yourselves and have a quiet evening, and you couldn’t ask for more. Being curled up against Jack’s soft body with Slender’s arms wrapped around you both. Even Jack is being quiet for once, his face resting against Slender’s chest. He might be asleep- you’re honestly not sure.

‘’Sure.’’ you murmur back, looking up at Slender. He seems to smile despite his lack of face and reaches over to the coffee table, pouring you some wine from the already-half empty bottle sitting on it. A benefit of not being human, you guessed, was being able to drink a lot of the stuff without worrying about intoxication. As you’re taking another sip from your glass a soft, shy voice interrupts you.

‘’Mama? Pops? Dad?’’ 

The three of you look over at the voice’s owner. A short girl with fiery hair and brownish-purple skin. Her eyes are bright and gold, and she has pale red horns and dark red claws that scratch gently against the bannister she’s holding. Your shared daughter- it’s odd, she’s not related to you, she’s adopted like every other child in the mansion, but she’s one of the few that calls you mom. Everyone took fairly naturally to you dating the mansion’s ‘dads’, just treating it like you were dating anyone else, but Slendra? She’s been calling you mom since day one. Not that you're complaining.

‘’Need somefink, luv?’’ Jack murmurs behind you. He sits up a bit. 

Slendra shifts where she stands. ‘’...can I get a bedtime story?’’ she asks quietly. Slender IMMEDIATELY sits up, alert. ‘’I-I know I’m a little old for it but-’’

‘’Ye can’t ou’grow bedtime stories, kiddo.’’ Jack says. Slender nods. You can’t help but smile a little bit at the two’s excitement- though Slender’s is far more obvious. You can’t blame them. Slendra is beginning to hit that- odd phase where kids think they need to act like adults. Except she’s only five years old. Damn demon aging. ‘’Ow abou’ me an’ Slen do i’ fer ya? I’ll do th’ voices an’ ‘e can narra’e. Like when ye were li’le.’’

You look at the two of them. ‘’I want in too.’’

‘’Ye can be th’ damsel in distress.���’

You give Jack an offended look and playfully slap his chest. ‘’Rude. Slender fits the damsel role better and you know it.’’

‘’...I do look good in a dress.’’ Slender says as he climbs off the couch. You and LJ cackle in amusement. Slendra giggles shyly.

The three of you follow Slendra upstairs to her room and walk inside. Her room is like a mix between Jack’s room and Slender’s office. Her walls are a deep lavender with darker swirls running across them. Her bed is round, oddly, and covered in pillows. She has a desk piled high with books and papers for her drawing and writing habits and her ceiling is covered in not only glow in the dark stairs, but music notes too. Her carpet is soft and your socked feet sink right into it. There's shelves on nearly every wall, full of toys, trinkets or books.

The little demon girl crawls into her bed and grabs her favorite stuffed toy- a purple and green dog you tried to win for her at a carnival but...well of course the game was rigged. It was actually her older brother EJ who managed to win it for her. With a little help from his demonic strength of course. She named it Scam, and you’re still proud of her for that.

The three of you all sit down at the foot of her bed. "Wha're ye in th' mood fer then?" Jack asks.

"Can you make a story?" Slendra asks, her eyes shining. A toothy grin curls up Jack's face. 

"Oh, I ge' ta flex me wri'in' t'nigh', eh?" He reaches into a puffy sleeve and pulls out a book. Slendra grins excitedly. You glance at the book's cover. Apparently Jack's homemade bedtime story is called 'The Damsel's Dragon'.

He clears his throat and opens the book. "Once upon a time, there wuz a pre'y young lass named…" Jack holds the book over to Slender. He shoots Jack an annoyed look and sighed.

"Damsel N. D. Stress." He finishes in the most airy, feminine voice you've ever heard him do. The three of you laugh while Slender fixes his tie. 

"Damsel wuz th' pre'ies' lass in th' land. People came far an' wide ta see 'er an' 'er collection 'f antique ties. All th' men in th' land wanted 'er 'and in marriage, bu' she wanted none 'f tha'." You watch Jack hold the book over to Slender again. 

"I hate you." Slender mutters. Slendra giggles. "Oh if only a big, handsome clown would come to admire my ties... if only…"

You laugh so hard you almost fall off the bed. Jack's hand reaches over quickly, his palm against your back, and pushes you back up. You snicker. "Sorry, sorry continue."

"Damsel spen' 'er days in 'er castle, wishin' an 'opin as th' worl' wen' by. Until one day, th' castle began ta shake! 'Er ties fell off th' shelves, 'er wine smashed to the ground!"

"Not the wine!" Slender exclaims in that airy, overly dramatic voice. You snicker again. 

"Th' castle stopped rockin' an' Damsel ran up ta th' top tower ta see wha' 'ad 'appened. When she go' up there, she saw a big migh'y dragon sleepin' on 'er castle's roof!" Jack stops and nudges you. "Ye're th' dragon." He whispers. You grin. 

The book is handed to Slender again. "Mr dragon, whatever are you doing up on my roof?" He exclaims. Jack holds the book over to you. Slendra looks at you excitedly. You're nowhere near as good at voices when compared to Slender and Jack, but Slendra doesn't seem to mind. You clear your throat.

"I'm taking a nap of course!" You growl out. Jack smiles as he passes the book to Slender again.

"Fockin' 'orrifyin', luv."

"Jack!" The three of you yelp. He laughs a bit.

"Sorry."

"Well you can't nap up here!" Slender continues with the story. "This is my castle! You have to go somewhere else!"

You lean over Jack's shoulder to see your next line. "Mmmm…No." You say. 

"Now Damsel wuz'nt tha' dumb. She knew be'er than ta argue wiv a dragon, an' so she wen' back into 'er castle an' began lookin' fer a way to ge' rid of th' dragon." 

"Good to know you don't see me as a total idiot." Slender murmurs.

"Wha' do ya mean? This isn' you, i's Damsel."

"Of course it is."

Jack grins to himself and looks back at the book. "She looked through 'er ye ol' phone book an' foun' somefink ta 'elp 'er!" He looks up at Slendra for a moment. "Th' mos' famous dragon extermina'or in th' worl'. 'Er name wuz Jackie Ardlens."

You force yourself to to 'awe' at the Slendra self-insert. She doesn't seem to have realised the character is literally named after her. 

"Jackie came ta th' castle an Damsel led 'er up ta th' tower."

"It's terrible!" Slender exclaims. "That great big ugly dragon does nothing but snore all day!"

"I don't snore." You retort. Slendra looks at you. You clear your throat. "I don't snore." You say again, this time in your dragon voice. She laughs. 

"Oh dragon," Slender continues with the story, ignoring you. "I've brought someone to drive you away!" You can't help but smile at how much he's actually getting into this role. Slendra is certainly enjoying it too.

"Huh? Drive me away?" You growl back at him. "How am I supposed to fit into a car?"

A grin curls up Jack's face. "Jackie stepped forward an' looked up a' th' dragon." He passes the book to Slendra who looks surprised, but then smiles wide.

"I've come to make you leave this poor lady alone!" She reads. "Why do you want to stay on this castle so bad?" 

"Why the sun of course, it's nice and warm up here. And this castle is the comfiest bed I've ever had!" You read back. 

"Hm…" Slendra cups her chin in her hand, pretending to think. "Well I say we build a new tower for you to sleep on! That way both of you will be happy."

Slender clasps his hands together. "Of course! That can be arranged." He says. Jack takes the book back and turns to the very last page.

"An' so, they buil' a big ol' tower fer th' dragon ta sleep on, an Damsel continued ta collec' 'er ties an' live 'appily ever after." He closes the book and smiles. "The end."

Slendra smiles wide. "I liked that one."

"Good." Jack leans in and kisses her forehead. "Now ge' yer res, swee'pea." He says softly while Slender pats the girls head. 

"Mama?" As you're following Jack and Slender out of the room Slendra calls you. You stop and look at her, curled up around Scam, a bright golden eye looking at you. "I love you."

You swear you can feel yourself practically melt for a moment. You smile at her. "I love you too, sweetheart." You say softly. She smiles, a couple fangs glinting in the light, then closes her eyes and snuggles up under the covers.