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Petition to have all you beautiful/handsome/ fabulous writers to make more Reyes brothers x sister! Reader ffs cause your girl needs more lol i suck at writing and im patiently waiting so whoever knows if theres any more of these let me know cause theyre either really good angsty or really good fluff like ahhhh 😭😭

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art of surveillance [ tig trager ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you had been tasked with gaining information on behalf of the club; but you never expected to fall in love with him. and he never expected to be played // @cherieann-2001​

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, angst [ betrayal + heartbreak], tw [ mentions of shooting + holding a gun to ones head ], slight mention of sexual activities -- nothing explicitly stated, tig is a warning all on his own + mature language language

“so, you understand why we are asking this of you?” tranq questioned from his seat near the head of the table. you glanced around the head of the table, locking eye with bishop and tarza before nodding. 

you had been asked to gather any information on the sons current weapons and drug operations seeing as the irish had pulled out entirely. leading to them taking on a new supplier, the vatos malditos. sure, you weren’t given any details as to why gaining information on their operation was important, but you owed so much to the men seated before you that you had no qualms with taking on this task.

you travelled out with the mayans santo padre charter. heading north towards charming to strengthen bonds and ties before the vatos were integrated in. it had been a surprise to angel and ez, as you hadn’t ever joined them on a ride. however, tranq assured them it was simply for upkeep of appearances.

you had settled yourself at the bar, taking a beer from the young man who eyed you over the counter. after handing out the beers, he slid around the counter, smiling as he eyed you up and down. he had just opened his mouth, getting ready try his moves out on you, when a older man stopped him.

“move away, prospect. the lady doesn’t want you bothering her.” a voice rings from your side, ushering the younger boy away. a face comes into view, a bright smile across his lips as he settles up against the bar next to you, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing traveling around with these guys?” he states, gesturing over to the mayans seated at the table behind him.

“well, i’m related to one of them. i’ll let you guess, if you want.” you tease, watching as he brows shoot up, becoming hidden behind his mess of curls, “you’re related to one of them?” he sneaks a peek to gloss over the room, “but you’re so... gorgeous. it doesn’t make any sense.” “i did always say i was the prettier of the two.” you joke, taking a slip of your drink. the man hums, looking you over with lust-filled eyes, “that you are, sweetheart.” you take the opportunity to look him over as well, noting the vice president patch that sits on the right side of his kutte.

you manage to hold his attention through the rest of the evening, exchanging a few light touches here and there, just enough to keep him focused on you as he tells you different stories or listens you to spout about some of the crazy things you’ve witnessed. talking until bishop exits from the meeting room, announcing that they are heading out. 

you shoot the man a smile, pushing your drink towards the prospect behind the counter before standing, “it’s been fun...” you trail off, realizing you never got his name. he takes your hand, pressing a light kiss to the back, “tig. tig trager, at your service, señora.” you tell him your name in return, watching as he tries to make a connection on who you are related to with in the mayans. you don’t give him much time to ponder as you slip a piece of paper into his hand, “i hope we can continue this later.” selling the pitch with a quick bite to your bottom lip as tig nods, “anything you want, sweetheart.”

tranq calls your name, waving you over with a stern look pointed in tig’s direction as you quickly walk over to the man. but not before turning to wave at tig one last time. the door closes behind the two of you, tranq’s arm wrapping around your shoulder in a side hug, “you did great, querida.”

tig would reach out to you a week later, asking to meet up. where the two of you ate dinner or went to a dive bar for some drinks before going your separate ways. this would continue over the course of a few months, with each meet-up ending with you traveling back to report any information you managed to pick up during your conversations.

however, each time you walked past the templo door, a feeling of dread would settle into the pit of your stomach. guilt slowly eating away at you each time you meet up with tig. over the time you had been seeing him, you were slowly falling for the man -- to a point where your questions and feelings were genuine, and not for the sake of gaining information.

occasionally, your brothers would question why you were disappearing more often. the confusion had branched after seeing you leave the templo room one evening with a seldom look on your face before leaving the clubhouse. suspensions raised the more each member watched you leave templo more frequently.

it wasn’t until a bust went wrong, that everything unfolded -- and quite violently. after hearing that the exchange had been ambushed between the vatos and the sons, tig ripped montez a new one until the road captain had uttered something that sent a knife through his heart, “look, it’s like someone was feeding them information. they knew exactly where to hit.”

at that point, everything had clicked and tig chastised himself for not seeing it as quickly. he cursed, almost throwing a few things across the room in anger as everything final set in. and he didn’t know what hurt the most, that he was so foolish enough to let someone get close to him like that, or the way his heart broke after falling for your hard.

however, he wasn't set on making the same mistake again. promptly texting you to meet-up at one of your usual spots -- a motel sitting just at the halfway point between the two towns. you had quickly agreed, his heart burning more after reading how you had missed him.

it would be a few hours before you joined him, smiling brightly as you knocked quickly on the motel door. you had gone in for a hug, when he had stepped back, eyeing you with a harsh glare. and that’s when it all clicked for you. he found out.

“you were using me... this entire time to feed information to these dogs?” he voice was oddly even for the anger he felt, but you no less flinched at his words as if they had stung you. you inched forward in the slightest, “tig... it was like that at first, but i stopped giving them anything solid after the first few weeks. i don’t know how you found out -”

“it doesn’t fucking matter how i found out! it also doesn’t matter if you stopped after the first few weeks! the point is you did it and continued to play me like a fool!” he screamed, effectively cutting you off as he twisted his fingers into his hair, attempting to keep it together and not start trashing the motel room -- knowing this wouldn’t do you or him any good.

“tig... please...” you plead, reaching a hand out to place on his shoulders when he back tracks, grabbing you by the throat and throwing you into the mattress. the cold metal of his gun pressing against your temple as you begin to cry, “if any other person would have pulled this shit with me, they would’ve had a fucking bullet in their skull the minute they walked through that door!” he yells, clicking off the safety to push his point further, “it’s what i should do, considering you lied to me about everything!” 

you shake your head as tears stream down your face, choked sobs escaping your throat as you try to plead with him. only for him to step away, flicking his wrist toward the door, “fucking go before i change my mind.” he growls, not evening look at you as you gather your things quickly and leave the room without so much of a word. 

you fumble with the keys, hightailing it out of the parking lot and not stopping until you reach santo padre. wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you drive. you had gotten why too in over your head, and this whole situation proved that -- what bishop had to gain from all this was bound you, but you were starting to believe that you shouldn’t have even taken this job to begin with. and now, you were reaping the consequences.

but there wasn’t much time to dwell on the issue as you slammed on your breaks, narrowly avoiding a truck plowing full speed into the scrap yard, followed by more motorcycles, all bearing the mayans logo. things had just gone from bad to worse.

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RIO/MANNY x black! Reader | October Prompts!

A/N: andddd we’re back! Back at it again with some spooky content for you. We love writing for Rio/Manny so I thought why not? Also threw another handsome man into the mix…so we’ll see how this works out! Shall we?

Prompt: #2. “Trust no one tonight.” + #4. “The house is not haunted.”

Synopsis: Rio/Manny warns you to be careful tonight and suddenly the house feels a lot bigger and creepier without him there. So you invite over a new friend you made to mainly keep you company but to show them that your mind is not playing tricks on you.

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“Trust no one tonight,” Manny’s voice tells you as you’re standing in the kitchen, hand deep into a chip bag.

Instantly a frown appeared on your face, “and what do you mean by that, Manny?”

It was mostly silent on his side of the line until you heard the acceleration of his engine before he basically ignored you, “where’s my girl?”

“You’re talking to her.”

Manny chuckled on the other line, “oh so you love me again?”

You scowled putting the phone on speaker and tossing it onto the island. It’s been five months since you brought up the idea of separation but not a divorce. Manny was your husband of eight years but the danger of his lifestyle started to become unsettling to you. Of course you were loyal, he could never say you weren’t but having him brush off the fact that he was almost burned alive scared you. He had to come clean to his Mayan Charter, that he was part of something much bigger than they knew.

Which brought on higher demands and not seeing him at all. The two of you shared a four year old and if you had to raise her yourself, you would. You preferred not to but Manny made that hard and he didn’t like you questioning him. He just expected you to, “trust the process.” He would do anything for the both of you, the two of you were his entire world and he was involved in a lifestyle that could hand him his death sentence any day. He was down for the cause and providing for his family was his number one goal.

“I never stopped loving you,” you sighed, “don’t get on my nerves Manny. What’s up?”

Manny answered, “ez’s supply got burned to a crisp so he came to myself and Mick to make a trip over the border. Let’s just say, shit went left over there and you know I don’t flee from much.”

This was true and frustrating. You didn’t need to know every detail of your man’s business but just the basics. Things like this? You needed to know. When Manny provided vague sentences and started questioning about your daughter’s whereabouts and whenever he mentioned those fucking Reyes brothers—you had questions.

Manny knew how to be strategic so if anything took a turn, he was quick on his feet to handle it. That you knew. The secret was out that Manny had his own connections and could supply what was needed. Miguel Galindo was hiding in the shadows so someone had to take over but that was not how Manny originally wanted to play it. So you left the raised ranch in Santo padre to a mid-century home out in Palm Springs, away from everyone and almost everything.

“Which is why I’m asking, where’s Maeve?”

“She’s with her aunt and uncle for the weekend remember?” You replied, “they wanted to take her and the twins to the theme park with those tickets you gave them for their birthday.”

Your younger siblings were roommates in a shared town home out in San Diego and often took Maeve to spend time with your brother’s kids. You had plans to enroll Maeve into a private school next year but would strongly consider homeschooling if Manny’s profession got significantly worse.

“Mmm, I’ll get mick on that.”

Widening your eyes you said, “damn, that bad huh?”

“Yeah, kinda. Don’t worry about it too much, mama.” Manny answered, “I’m on my way back but I don’t recommend leaving the house once nightfall comes through. Shut everything down the minute the sunsets you hear me?”

Puffing out a breath you scowled, “what if I had plans now that Maeve is with my sibs?”

“That’s cancelled, I thought that was obvious.” He chuckled.

Your eyes were rolling. It’s not like you did have plans exactly this weekend, it was supposed to be a chill one but the fact of the matter is: you could have had plans and things often have to be rearranged due to Manny’s surroundings.

“Mama?” He pressed.

“Yes. I know. Operation lockdown by 6pm until otherwise stated.”

“Trust no one.”

You repeated, “And trust no one.”

“Aight.”

Just like that you were off the phone with a long sigh and a childish stomp of your feet. Everything from this point on was a routine: checking the time, checking the fridge for leftovers, putting some tunes on by voice command, and ran your bath water as you stripped, sitting in your bra and panties while you scrolled Twitter.

A gush of warm-like air brushed against your kitchen, almost as if someone was breathing right behind you as you sat on your bed. You whipped around, eyes scanning the ceiling in search of the placement of the vent. Yes the central heat turned on minutes after you got off the phone with Manny. That was the reason why you decided to take a bath, turning it up slightly just to keep it warm while you bathed.

Most of the vents in the bedrooms were only on the floor and not the ceiling. Rubbing at the spot, you pushed off the bed to quickly enter the bathroom with a lock of the door. Settling into the bubble bath, you plucked the flute glass off the wooden tray and enjoyed your personal time to yourself. The worry of tonight went to the back of your mind as you dozed off for some time.

A quick yank by the tips of your exposed feet had you underwater. The gasping for air made you choke, hands gripping the sides of the tub while you felt pressure on your chest, holding you down. This couldn’t be a simple mistake of dozing off? Not when it felt like something cold and solid was keeping you in place between your breasts?!

Your lungs were burning for air until you were able to feel in control of your body again. Popping out of the water, you choked lounging onto the side of the tub, cheek and ankle resting along the cool edge. Coughing you quickly wiped the bubbles off your face, glancing down at your toes to see your big toe nail appeared to be bleeding along with a dark purple ring circling your ankle.

Once you gained the strength to pull yourself out onto the tile floor you fought to gain your breath back. A towel was eventually wrapped tightly around your body, water drained, gauze secured around your toe; with your phone pressed against your ear.

Manny now had ten missed calls.

Cautiously you found some clothes to throw on, leg bouncing as you sat on your bed. You locked yourself in the bathroom but didn’t feel safe there and now you were back in the bedroom and you didn’t a hundred percent feel safe there either.

That’s when you felt it again. Warm breath against the back of your neck followed by a sinister whisper, “Malachi.”

If you ever seen Tom and Jerry? You were Tom shooting up from your bed after that. Fumbling with the door knob, you did not look behind you as you hobbled down the hallway ordering your phone to call someone else instead.

Twenty minutes later you flung the front door open, revealing a new friend you made three months ago downtown named: Max Parish. The buzz haired man stared down at you as your eyes held complete fear in them.

“What’re you still doing in the house?” Max huffed as he took in the sight of you, barely dressed.

“I can’t exactly leave.”

Max sucked his teeth now stepping into the house, “Manny would just have to understand the circumstances especially if you said someone’s in the house.”

“I’m better off taking my chances here than whatever he’s got himself messed up in out there.” You argued.

Max eyed the house. This was his first time being over at your new upgrade and it didn’t feel like something you’d pick really. In your mind, you always felt like you were being watched here. It never felt like home, not like Detroit.

“The hell am I doing?” Max muttered to himself, “go wait in the car.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gonna scope the house out.” He raised his jacket, showing his piece tucked in his waist band, “make sure they get the message.”

Given Manny’s lifestyle outside of his family, of course he kept a gun in the house just in case. The sight of the gun attached to Max’s body wasn’t foreign to you yet you still found yourself taking a sharp inhale. You knew how to fire a gun and had a solid hand but unfortunately you did not have the pleasure of liking them. It made you uncomfortable to know that there was one in this house especially when Maeve was around. You were waiting any second for the feds to come searching the house, (you just had to think of the worse if it ever happened, something manny got on you about) although manny didn’t have anything to hide here.

“It’s not—it’s not a person.” You mumbled out as Max started moving.

He stopped in his tracks, “you said—

“I know what I said,” you exasperated, “there’s something in this house, Max.”

A small smile played on Max’s lips then, “something?” He echoed, “like what?”

“The fucking devil! I don’t know! All i know is, one minute I’m minding my black ass business and the next, I’m being drowned in the tub and someone’s screaming in my got damn ear.” You explained to Max who rubbed at his beard.

His laugh was full of disbelief as he shook his head. “I thought you said it was something not someone.” He teased.

“I’m not making this shit up! I’m really freaked out and I would handle it myself but you’re the closest thing I got when manny’s not answering his phone!” You attempted to pace in the entry way and that’s when Max took in your full appearance.

He missed the bandage around your foot and your coils were dripping down your oversized tee. The friendship between you and Max was not instant, you met at a cafe—which sure was cliché but you payed for his drink just for him to chase you and scold you about it on your way to your cosmetology course—which so happened to be in the same building as Max’s cooking course.

It was war from that point because there maybe some things that made you uncomfortable but you did not take well to someone talking to you crazy. Being yelled at was a trigger for you and you didn’t need some 6’5 man yelling at you for being kind. Max ended up apologizing to you the week after at the next class meeting, telling you that he was simply having a bad day since it was the anniversary of his fiancée’s passing. Again that had nothing to do with you, he acknowledged that and soon ended up buying your beverage every Thursday before class.

Somehow you built a friendship around that. When either of you called the other, most of the time you were jumping to each other’s aide but not without some shit talking first on the side.

“Wait,” Max ran a hand over his buzzed head, “you said manny wasn’t picking up his phone?”

“Yeah.”

“And did you talk to him before that?”

“Yes. He told me…not to trust anyone.” Your eyes were wide, “Oh my god, get out!” You ordered.

Max raised his brows as you began shoving him backwards but he barely budged. He gripped your hands trying to get you to calm down, figuring whatever manny put into your head before these events probably increased your paranoia. From what max learned about your relationship with manny, he personally didn’t care much for him although he’s never met him, Max just felt like Manny didn’t have his priorities straight when it came to you or his child.

He kept that to himself though.

Once Max got a hold of your face, he turned your head to the side by your jaw, catching the red liquid that slid out the side of your ear.

Okay…that was concerning.

“Whatever you’re thinking had nothing to do with me. I promise,” Max gently spoke, “but could it be manny playing a trick on you?”

“No.” You shook your head, “why would he do that?”

“I don’t know.” Max lifted his shoulders, eyes glancing around this Brady bunch ass house, “you tell me.”

“He’s coming back from Mexico tonight…i assume with the Yuma and Santo Padre charter. I don’t know who stayed back but he knows I don’t care to have them around me—even if it’s for his idea of protection. The only one I trust is Mick and Manny said he was sending him off to Maeve…but why isn’t he answering his phone?” You thought out-loud.

Max hummed as he let go of your face, surveying the house once more. It was quiet, much like you would expect a home in the desert with a Mountain View to be. Perhaps it was a figment of your imagination after Manny caused you to be on alert? Majority of the time you were a homebody, if you weren’t with your daughter you’d invite a friend or two over but most of the time you were alone and without your husband.

“Maybe…”

Your eyes were in slits as you peered at your friend.

“The house is not haunted.” Max stated, “your husband set your anxiety off…if he’s not lurking in the basement or something.”

Crossing your arms you still felt upset, “I don’t think we have a basement and I didn’t do this to myself.”

Max was no therapist and it’s not like he thought you needed one or anything! It’s just it’s always a possibility when you have a lot going on in your life right? He didn’t want to say anything to make you feel worse so he inhaled.

“Okay then, shut the door. Let me check for you.” Max instructed as you swallowed the lump in your throat, first checking the time on your phone and slamming the door shut.

The man lifted a brow as you walked by him to the hallway. Slowly he followed you to see you reaching for the side of what appeared to be a abstract painting, which slid to the side at your touch. Max was in awe as the wall proceeded with the same movement, revealing a panel behind it. Your fingers flew over the monitor, punching in some numbers before you pulled the switch into a downwards position.

‘Lockdown activated.’ Flashed in bright text before the clinging of metal followed.

Max’s head turned towards the front, noticing the windows becoming dark followed by the front door clinking with more locks.

“This manny’s work too?”

“Anything for his family.” You were quiet now as you went into the kitchen before calling out, “audio off.”

Which cut off some The Mamas and The Papa’s song he was sure his red headed aunt listened to when she was growing up. Max didn’t pick up on the music playing until he realized how dejected you appeared.

“Anything for his family? Yet he’s not answering your calls? Eh, I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right here.”

“Max,” you started pinching the space in between your brows, “the first thing I would want him to do is go to our daughter. If I’m in trouble, I’d figure it out.”

“He’s got you trained then.” Max sarcastically said, “yet I’m here and he’s not.”

Glared you hissed, “maybe I want the spirits to get your ass first just to give me enough time to get out here, did you ever think about that?”

“So a set up is it?” Max was smug, “you just put us in lockdown which means no one in and no one out. Sounds like you just killed us both dont you think?”

“I’m…really starting to hate men who’s names start with the letter ‘m.’”

“Aw, thank you, babe.” Max placed his hand on his chest mockingly while you fanned your hand at him.

Leaning against the island, you rocked back and forth slightly looking around. “You really don’t think this place is haunted?”

“I’ve seen a lot in my life but there’s only one way to find out.” Max declared, “I’ll check the place out now…since I don’t really have a choice now that you locked me in here with you. Thanks for the option by the way.”

“Oh, You’re welcome sweetie.” You gave a small smile.

Max scoffed with a shake of his head, “don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Well…it was fun while it lasted.”

“Max!”

“I’m kidding! Just relax, finish your merlot…better yet, don’t.” Max had his eyes elsewhere as he slowly began to creep around the house and out of your sight.

Once max was gone you stared at the bottle, gripping it, taking a sip before you shoved it into the fridge with a sigh.

The house still didn’t feel as comforting even with max being here with you. Not only did it not feel like home but it always felt eerie, too long and separate from what a house should be. You didn’t get a say when Manny just uplifted you and Maeve to this house. Marriage was supposed to be about a partnership yet most of the time you felt like it was you on your own.

Everything felt like it was always on his terms and in a sense it made you think of “Rio” more than anything. Christopher changed his name and his image once he decided California would be your next move. You didn’t mind the move much since that meant being closer to your siblings…however there was a contrast to this ordeal; not just in the exterior of your relationship but also what should have felt like the inside of a home was anything but.

He was supposed to be that.

Which is why you brought up separation. To test Manny, to see if he rather work on this marriage or continue diving into his job. You were understanding for years! His life was constantly on the line and you were stuck always watching from the sidelines. He could never leave this life, it’s been this way since he was a teenager. Since you learned about his previous relationship, the one that mattered, before you.

You gotta go where you wanna go

Do what you wanna do

With whoever you wanna do it with

The distortion of the previous track began to play throughout the house, making you sit up straight at the bar stool.

“The hell? Audio off.” You called out just for the track to continue on with its chopped and screwed version.

Babe, you gotta go where you wanna go

Do what you wanna do

With whoever you wanna do it with

“Isla?” Max called out to you, making you snap your head to look at Max being led into the kitchen by a gun.

Hoping off the chair you winced at the pressure and gripped the island for support, “Manny?! What’re you doing?”

“I thought I made it pretty clear not to trust nobody tonight, mama.” Manny’s smooth voice was leveled as he looked at you, “Just to my surprise, you have some dude who prolly goes to Coachella to sniff coke off some girl’s asscrack, up in our house.”

Max gave the 6’1 man the side eye, “that’s very specific and judgmental of you.”

“I advise you to stop trying to talk to me before I split your shit forward.”

Max widened his eyes at you, wondering when you were going to step in. He could definitely say he personally wasn’t a fan of your husband after this.

“Okay none of that!” You yelled over the music.

Manny glanced around and it was his voice this time to say, “audio off.”

Which shut the music completely off.

Now ain’t that some shit?

“Manny…you better start talking.”

Manny grinned at you but it was anything but sweet. He nodded his head at you, “you want to start making demands when I’m just trying to have your best interest at heart tonight? What about mine? Who the fuck is this?”

“Max is my friend.” You blinked, “are you seriously threatening his life in front of me now to prove what exactly? Never mind that, let’s discuss why you didn’t answer your damn phone when I needed you huh?!”

Manny licked his lips, “I got caught up, my phone was acting up the second I got back in town like I knew it would. I got here as fast as I could…so mind telling me what’s going on?”

“That sounds like bullshit, honestly.” Max commented just for Manny to take the butt of the gun and jam it at the back of Max’s skull.

You yelped as Max dropped to his knees, groaning as he did so. Your eyes were wide as Manny smirked to himself, surveying the larger man on his kitchen floor.

“I don’t think I asked for your opinion, Coachella.”

Shaking your head you stepped forward to check on your friend but the look Manny sent you made you pause. “Max, you okay?” You asked, eyes still set on your husband who crossed his arms.

Max continued groaning, “I’ve dealt with worse. Just give me a second.”

“Ooo,” Manny nodded his head impressed, “Coachella’s got bravery which is the only explanation I can think of to why you’re entertaining him behind my back.”

Scoffing you looked away in incredulity and held up your hands. “First I thought it was me losing my sanity here but I’m convinced it’s your stupid ass!”

“Want to run that by me again, mama?” Manny stepped over Max who now laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, dazed.

You also stepped to Manny, making your heated eyes meet his. Toe to toe you said, “I didn’t fucking stutter. Separation does not mean I suddenly went screwing other men, making you sleep in the other room does not mean I’m screwing other men. I wouldn’t do that to us. let me make this clear and final to you, I’m not screwing Max. I’m allowed to have male friends.”

“I don’t have female friends because I respect this marriage too much. I expect you to do the same…I know how jealous it makes you to see me with another so I don’t.” Manny shrugged his shoulders as if he was doing you a damn favor.

“Jealous?! Uh, no.” You pointed at him almost laughing in his face, “you don’t get to stand here and insult me. You certainly do and the difference is I trust you! I trust you to put them in their place if they ever take it there.”

“I have colleagues that are women, doesn’t exactly make them my friends.” Manny informed you, slits in his eyes while you just closed your own with a slow shake of your head.

Manny even went as far to curl a finger around one of your damp coils. He studied your face while you tried to get your thoughts together. He loved when you said your peace because that let him know you had a mind of your own, even if it pissed him off a good percentage of the time. It wasn’t about who was right or wrong, it was about who had the last word and who stood by it.

Take that how you will.

“Guys,” Max had been moaning for quite some time, almost missable as you pressed your forehead against Manny’s chin.

“What’s going on in the pretty head of yours, Hm? What happened?” Manny lightly caressed the back of your neck, squeezing and massaging the tension there.

That’s when your eyes met his again, “you need to be honest and tell me what else you’re hiding?”

He frowned.

“GUYS!” Max yelled just as his own body was lifted into the air by his feet and flung over their heads into the hallway.

Both you and Manny watched in horror as the man’s body left a dent in the wall before he fell into unconsciousness. The lights began to automatically flicker on and off along with the music playing again. Protectively Manny gripped your shoulders bringing you into his frame, pointing the glock into the air—not seeing anything to shoot at.

“We have to get to the basement.” Manny suggested.

“What? We have a basement?”

“It’s the safest for us.” He spun you by the hips, hand slipping down your arm to tighten his hand against yours and leading you through the house.

“Max,” you whispered, “we can’t just leave him.”

“Yes we can,” Manny almost smacked his lips, “as long as he’s out, she won’t get him.”

“She?!”

“C’mon, Isla.” Manny pulled on your arm as he led you towards the bedrooms, “or do you want her playing tennis with your body like she did max?”

Well that wasn’t funny. At least not now.

Cautiously you decided to look over your shoulder, seeing Max’s limb peeking out from behind the wall. And what did you do that for? You saw her dressed as if she was from a different decade standing over Max’s body. A gray hand pressed onto the side of the wall, long sickly fingers and black sharp nails. Her face appeared around the wall, peeking right at you, what could have been a beautiful face turned horrid.

Her jaw was down too low, eyes also black with no pupil as she screamed at you before she began floating towards you. The evoked a scream out of you but as soon as it left your lips you felt Manny yank on your arm once more, followed by him shoving you up behind a door, hand clasped over your mouth.

“Sssh,” he coached you, eyes drifting from your frightened stare as he looked at the door listening to what sounded like the clicking of heels.

“Malachi,” the woman in white called.

Which made you clench your eyes shut just as Manny carefully locked the door to your daughter’s bedroom. Keeping a finger to his lips, he guided you away from the door, taking slow steps back to the spacious closet. Sliding the barn door closed behind you, Manny went to the old diaper changing station that stood in the center of the closet. His hands went underneath it, pressing on something that slid the clothes on the rack out of the way.

With the gun he trailed it along the wall, making a symbol. Something you saw once at his grandmother’s house back in Detroit, a family crescent that was also tattooed somewhere on his back. The wall began to move, revealing a large safe. Manny tucked the gun into his waist band and quickly latched onto the handles, twisting and turning before it popped open.

He didn’t look back at you, holding his hand out and expecting you to grab it. You held your head back, staring up at the ceiling, making a silent prayer as your fingers found your husband’s. He led the way, stepping over and into the safe and helping you in as you did so. He closed the safe behind you, locking it with a scanner that went over his right eye.

You waited as he led the way, lights turning on at each step. The tunnel was cold, and illuminated in brown lighting as he led the way to the unknown.

Finding yourself sitting on a cozy tan couch in what appeared to be a control room, you sat as Manny brought you some warm apple cider in a mug you were looking for since you left Detroit. You hated warm apple cider and yet Manny came with a scooper dropping a few ice cubes into your mug. A small smile played on your lips as you stirred the beverage with a spoon before placing it on a side table near you.

“Might as well get comfortable down here, we’ll be here at least until dawn.” Manny mentioned, crouched over a control system that suddenly lit up, showing screens of the house.

He then picked up a walkie and connected it, “Mick? Maeve and Isla’s family good?”

“They’re fine.” Mick responded after some time, “they’re all having dinner.”

Your stomach rumbled at the thought. You were really looking forward to the leftover oxtail rasta pasta in the fridge. However your body was saying you were hungry but your mind was elsewhere.

“What about yall?” Mick asked.

Manny glanced over at you resting your head back on the couch, arms folded.

“We’re good…” Manny started, “first time actually seeing her tonight.”

“Shit.”

“Word. I’ll talk to you in a bit, brother.”

“Alright.”

Manny pulled his lips into his mouth, dropping his head a bit as he realized he had some explaining to do. Standing up he made his way over to you, plopping down so that your thighs were brushing.

“C’mere.” Manny attempted to scoop a arm across your shoulders.

You shoved him away by the chest, “no, fuck that. Start talking.”

Manny exhaled through his nostrils, tightening his jaw before he rubbed his hands against his pants, going to rest his elbows against his knees.

“You’re not going to like what I’m about to say.”

You were silent but did not falter your gaze from the side of Manny’s face.

“This house is one of the only houses in the states that belonged to my family for centuries.” Manny started, “Nick was the one to get it remodeled but I outbid him on purchasing it. Which pissed him off in the end.” He was smirking making you want to slap it right off his gorgeous face.

So you opted for shoving his knee.

He cleared his throat, “I knew we would need a place to stay once it got out to the charter that I wasn’t one hundred percent who I said I was. It was perfect at the time, secluded and away from everybody. I’m shocked homeboy even managed to get here…you know once you get to this area things start to malfunction. There’s a reason for that.”

You held your breath.

“It’s her doing.” Manny continued, “my great great great—however many great aunt who keeps calling for someone named Malachi? Which is her son, lived and died here many years ago. It was brutal.”

Your crossed legs on the floor began to wiggle now, finger pressed to your temple. Manny picked up on this, reaching for your injured foot to rest across his lap as he sighed.

“This was only supposed to be a temporary spot! A month or two tops and we would be out of here, move somewhere else or build a place someplace else. It didn’t register that it’s the anniversary of what happened to them here.” Manny told you while you glared at him.

There was so much he was still leaving out.

“You must have had so much on your mind that you also forgot to mention to your wife that you wanted to move her and your four year old to the land of the damned?” You hissed.

Manny took your words with a grain of salt, “I didn’t know things would go this far. No one told me she would be a vengeful spirit. Like I said, it was only supposed to be a couple of weeks.”

“How did she die? What happened to her and the baby, Malachi?”

“…they accused her of being a undercover witch after she decided to leave the convent back in Mexico. She had miraculously became pregnant before with a boy she decided to name Malachi, most of the sisters tried to help her and convince her to stay believing it was a blessing instead but the head nun shunned her due to the actions she did not commit. So she crossed the border, found a home, this home, gave birth, and settled. What started out as a new chapter soon found a bitter end.” Manny caressed your ankle which actually began to throb again.

Manny sniffed, “the head nun went around convincing others that my aunt was a witch…she was a real hater even after my aunt left. A religious cult that the head nun was cool with—thats ironic right? Located my aunt and stole the four month old baby boy and drowned him in the creek up the road.”

You felt nauseous at this. A hand going up to cover your mouth as you had to calm yourself down. It made better sense now, upsetting nonetheless but at least you were finally getting the basis of this house.

“I almost drowned earlier,” you said with shaky breath.

Manny sat up.

“That’s why I called you multiple times before I reached out to max. It was her, your aunt. She did that to me.” Your eyes stared down at your foot, “she’s looking for her baby.”

“Which they never found, only his blanket…the investigators only found her body hanging and badly burned.” Manny’s voice was low as he realized, “I’m so sorry, mama.”

And you knew he was.

Another thought occurred to you, “Is Maeve going to be safe?”

“As long as she’s nowhere near this house. I made sure Mick understood that.” Manny replied with a curt nod.

Some tension seemed to release from your body at this news. Manny brought your legs up to his lips, placing a kiss at the purplish bruise on your ankle. His hands then slipped up your thigh to rest there while he now tried to pull you into his lap.

This time you allowed it but you were still aggravated. There was already so much going on in your lives and now you just learned about a (rightfully) vengeful family member that you didn’t really want to meet.

“You should have told me,” you said as Manny locked his lands around your waist, “then I wouldn’t have gotten max involved.”

“fuck him though. Forget about Chef Boyardee,” Manny said from over your head making you jerk your head back, “spending all this time with my girl, my wife. I just hope you didn’t bring him around my daughter.”

“What did you say?”

“Which part?” Manny cleared his throat, sitting his body up straight with you still in his lap.

You gripped his face turning it to look right at you. And manny did but not without a side eye radiating from his long lashes.

“How did you know he’s in the culinary business?”

“I told you I got eyes everywhere,” manny boldly notified.

“Manny you got three seconds to stop playing with me before I call Malachi my damn self.” You warned.

Manny held his hands out with a quirk of his thick brows, “oh excellent idea, mama. I’ve been ready to empty out the clip again, it’s been a few hours actually and since I was being generous and didn’t do that to max thanks to my friendliness with his aunt Melissa? I dare you.”

“You are deranged!” You yelled, “how are you friendly with his aunt Melissa?”

“You wanted Maeve in private school and I want her in public school. Did some digging on Max to find that the woman who raised him, his aunt on his deceased father’s side is a school teacher. Fascinating isn’t it?” Manny told you.

Getting off his lap you should have known. This was the man you married, the man who always had a plan. You were starting to wonder did you meet Max out of pure coincidence or was this all part of whatever game Manny was playing?

“…Does max work for you?”

“Nah,” Manny smirked, “you did that all on your own, sweetheart. but…he can if he wants to get that restaurant started.”

“Is that entity even real? Is anything real with you?”

Manny frowned as you felt like you wanted to start bawling. This was all becoming too much for you to handle and you’ve been holding on for so long.

“Hey now,” Manny crouched beside you as you held your face away from him, “of course it is. I don’t play with the dead…I usually dispose of ‘em—

“Oh fuck you!” You yelled getting to you feet, almost forgetting your injured toe as you crumpled to the carpet in front of the man you married, “this isn’t a joke anymore! This is my life and I’m not going to continue with you fucking it up!”

Cradling your foot, your toe began to bleed through the gauze. Breathing air through your teeth your eyes burned with tears as Manny moved around the room for the first aid kit. He sat on the edge of the couch, gripping your ankle to cater to your wound and you let him.

Laying back on the carpet, you bit down on your lip as tears slid down your cheeks with your arms folded.

“I did too much this time, huh?” Manny asked.

Huffing you nodded your head, “yeah…and I think I’m really done.”

He was just about to place a kiss on your ankle but your words stopped him.

“Whatchu say?”

Swallowing you looked up at him saying, “I want out. I want a divorce, Rio.”

The way you said his nickname with such venom on your tongue did not sit right with him. At all so he was on you then, catching you off guard as your breath got caught in your lungs. He was hovering over you now, hands on either side of the face as he peered down at you with those dark eyes.

“Are you threatening me right now, isla? At a time like this?” He trailed his nose along your cheek, making you turn your head away from him as he spoke into your ear, “you and I both know you’re not going nowhere. We love each other too much and we took vows to each other which means something in my book. I’ll be damned if I let this ruin us.”

He still didn’t get it.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Manny pulled away from you, rubbing at his mouth as the ceiling above you rattled, “we got bigger problems right now.”

His eyes were at the monitor as he helped you up.

“W-what now?” You cleared your throat.

Manny could see Max starting to wake up on one of the monitors, which was not a good thing—for him. Moving closer, Manny stared hard at each screen with you standing behind him in utter confusion.

He lifted his head in that moment, tilting it to the side as he placed a finger to his lips. He suddenly moved away from you, staring out into the hallway as the sound of creaking followed.

“Man—

“We gotta go, now!”

“Go where?! I thought here was safe.”

“We gotta go lower, mama. Right now! There’s a elevator in the back of the room. We better get on that or else.” Manny ordered, quickly moving around as he snatched up the walkie and moved over to the wall to send the weapon station down below.

“Or else, what?!”

He came back to you as your heart began to race. Manny pecked your lips, gripping the sides of your neck, “that bitch is gonna flood this area up. She’ll drown us and contrary to your belief, I care about your well-being a ton, even if you don’t think I go about it right. Your ass is mine and I’m forever yours so unless you want to see a reenactment of the titanic…we gotta get the hell up outta here, you understand?”

“Isla?” Manny quizzed.

You held his stare before you slipped your hands in his again. This time Manny allowed you to lead the way to the gated elevator, his gaze elsewhere as water ran down the opposite hallway. It was your turn to yank the lanky man beside you, hands sliding the gate shut after him. Manny was mashing on the buttons, the old elevator suddenly dropping as waves of water began to flood the room you were just in.

Some water splashed into the elevator, the amount was like someone flicking water at you in the pool. Your eyes closed, thinking this was the end but found yourselves descending just in time, to someplace else with a man you thought you knew. 

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[drabbles-mc]

Staying Busy

EZ Reyes & Sister!Reader

Request by @cherieann-2001: I was listening to Let’s get it started by the Black eyed Peas and was thinking back to when Ez was still a prospect. Imagine if he and twin sister were cleaning the clubhouse and singing and dancing and got caught by the club.

Warnings: language, EZ being a goofball

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I haven’t written for any of the Mayans boys in a while, but I swear that I still do! Just been in a SOA phase for a minute. But I love the idea of the Reyes brothers having a sister, and them just doing silly sibling things. Hope y’all enjoy!

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You walked into the clubhouse, and things were eerily quiet. When you stopped by the office, Chucky had reassured you that EZ was there, and you had seen his bike, but the place seemed deserted. Walking in farther, you pulled out your phone to get ready to text EZ when he came out from the back room, kicking the door open with his foot while he carried a case of cleaning supplies  His face lit up when he saw you standing by the bar.

“Hey,” he walked over, setting the supplies on top of the bar, “What’re you doing here?”

You plopped down onto one of the stools, swiveling back and forth slightly as you shrugged, “Got bored at home—came to see if there was any trouble to get into here.”

EZ laughed, shaking his head, “Trouble left about an hour ago.”

“And didn’t take you with ‘em?” you smiled as you leaned onto the edge of the bar.

“Well if I went, they wouldn’t have anyone here to do the very important job of,” he started taking bottles of cleaner and chemicals out of the container, “cleaning the entire clubhouse.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Fuck that. How much longer you prospecting for again?”

He walked away to grab a mop and a broom, “Got, what, about four months left?”

“Then no more bitch-work, right?”

“Nah, I’ll just have you do it instead,” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed, “Fat chance.”

“You just gonna sit there and heckle me, or do you wanna lend a hand?”

“Fine,” you hopped off the stool, “But I get to pick the music.”

He tossed you a washcloth and a bottle of soap, “That’s fair.”

If someone had asked you what you wanted to spend your Saturday afternoon doing, you would’ve come up with a million other answers before saying that you wanted to spend it cleaning the Mayans clubhouse with your brother. However, the two of you were making the best of it.  Ezekiel liked to make fun of your taste in music, but you knew that deep down he enjoyed when you played DJ. And, realistically, the music that you listened to worked best for times like this when you were trying to make mundane tasks and activities seem fun.

You’d wiped down all the tables and had finally made your way to the bar. You had been saving it for the end because you knew it was going to take the longest to clean. Sometimes you wanted to remind everyone that simply going over it with a damp rag wasn’t always going to do the trick. While you were finally getting started on that, EZ set about mopping up the floor, which over the weeks of parties and get-togethers had gotten far too sticky for anyone’s liking.

Neither of you were born to be singers. Marisol had passed on a lot of things to the pair of you, but her ability to carry a tune had not been one of them. However, that never stopped either of you. It took EZ a little longer to let loose about it, even with you, even after all these years. But usually, if you sang long enough and loud enough, he’d break down and join you eventually.

Your ability to keep a beat while you danced was better than your ability to sing. The same could be said for EZ, although it wasn’t better by much. All of those things had long since fallen by the wayside though as your playlist bumped through the entirety of the clubhouse. The two of you were laughing as you sang, bopping along to the beat as you made somewhat quick work of everything that was supposed to be getting done around the clubhouse. You assumed that they tasked him with it to keep him busy for a while, but between the two of you, you had put a serious dent in the amount of work that had to be done.

You balled up the washcloth that you had been using and pitched it into the bucket of soapy water at the other end of the bar. You made your way back to the case of supplies, looking for what you needed for the next task on the list. The entire time you were scanning over everything, you sang and swayed to the beat of the music. Out of the corner of your eye you could see EZ using the handle of the mop as a microphone and you couldn’t contain your smile.

Between the volume of the music, and the fact that the two of you were far too deep into your antics, neither of you heard the guys roll back into the lot. You also didn’t see them swing open the door to the clubhouse. All of that escaped the notice of both of you until you turned around to see everyone standing in the doorway. Your eyes grew wide and you pulled your phone out of your pocket, pausing the music.

EZ was still halfway through the next line of the song before he realized what was happening. Once he saw the rest of the club, he stopped moving, leaning casually onto the handle of the mop like he hadn’t just been doing a very emphatic will.i.am impression.

“Nice to see that you’ve been staying busy, prospect,” Bishop said with a chuckle.

EZ cleared his throat, trying to play it off cool even though he knew it was far too late for that, “Y/N offered to help, so…”

“That don’t sound like her,” Angel piped up with a laugh.

“Excuse you,” you spoke up, laughing as you dried your hands off on the fabric of your jeans, “I am very helpful,” she nodded towards Bishop, “C’mon, Bish, when’s the last time the clubhouse ever looked this good?”

“You’re a saint for pitching in, querida,” Bishop chuckled as he shook his head. Returning his attention to EZ, he said, “Didn’t know you could clean and provide entertainment.”

“Forgot to mention that,” there was a tiny, amused smirk tugging at EZ’s lips.

“We’ll keep that in mind for the next party,” Bishop chuckled before nodding towards Templo, “C’mon, we’re gonna need your help with something.”

He tossed the mop to you before following the rest of the men towards Templo. You watched them all recede, and with a laugh you asked, “Do I get to help with that shit too?”

EZ was bringing up the back of the pack. He turned around to look at you, “Not this time.”

You didn’t break eye contact with him as you pulled your phone back out of your pocket and hit play on the song, filling the clubhouse with your music once more. He laughed as he watched you strike a dramatic pose with the mop, shaking his head at you.

“No wrecking the place,” he smiled.

“Not after all the work I just did to clean it,” you laughed.

You could see the smile still on his face as he slid the Templo door shut.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Safe

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: A fight with your boyfriend leads you to hide a big secret from Angel

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence, torture (nothing explicit), blood, violence, and swearing.

A/N: Shoutout to @starrynite7114​ for indulging me and all of my ideas. Thanks friend, you’re the best! Also, I’m really in love with this story, so I kinda got carried away and made it 3.2k words. Sorry guys! I hope you enjoy. 

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Of course, you would refuse to call anyone to come get you. Frankie’s job was never easy and why should it start now? Since, you were put in the cell, Frankie was trying to get you to call Angel, EZ, Miguel, or Nestor, but you refused to.

“Y/N, please!” Frankie was not above begging. He would do anything to get you to call any of your close friends. “They’re gonna find out either way and if they find out I didn’t let you tell them, they’re gonna kill me.”

“Frankie, stop being so dramatic. They’ll beat your ass, not kill you.” The deputy groaned and childishly stomped his feet. “I’m kidding. They won’t lay a finger on you. But if you’re scared of what they’ll do to you, what do you think they will do to Russell?”

Russell, your boyfriend, well your ex-boyfriend now was the reason you were sitting a jail cell. Something must have possessed him, because he was bold enough to punch you, but when you turned the tables and beat his ass, he actually called the cops on you. Then, the cops arrested you because Russell looked like the victim.

“I don’t understand why you’re protecting him. He put his hands on you.”

“And I beat his motherfucking ass. That doesn’t warrant his death. Now let me make my call.” Frankie threw up his hands and let you out of the cell. “Fucking finally!”

The only person you could call knowing they wouldn’t tell any of the Mayans (specifically Angel) and Miguel was Felipe. “Mija,” he whispered when he saw you. He tilted your head gently to inspect your new black eye.

“It looks worse than it feels.” You patted his hand and began walking to his truck. “You know you have to tell Angel.” Felipe began his spiel, commenting on how he couldn’t keep this from his son. “I will. Just give me some time.”

The Reyes patriarch reluctantly agreed and went on to make sure you were feeling okay and safe. He even ignored your protests and walked you inside your home and quizzed you on how to shoot a gun properly. “I’m good, Felipe. I promise, girl scout’s honor.” His eyes roamed your house once more, checking for any threats. “Okay, mija. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” Then he left you to wonder how you were going to avoid seeing Angel, someone you nearly see every day, until you were healed.

Angel was getting really worried now. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of days due to you being busy, but now you were missing Wednesday breakfast at Pop’s. You never missed those. Even if you were drunk or too tired, you would drag your ass over like a zombie just for that breakfast.

If you were missing breakfast because of Galindo, then he wouldn’t hesitate to tell him off. That man took too much of your time already. “You think something happen to Y/N? Maybe I’ll go over to check on her.” Angel asked his little brother.

“Relax Angel,” Felipe sits a cup of coffee in front of his eldest. “She’s probably just healing up.”

Angel spits out his coffee when the words finally register. “Healing?”

“Fuck,” Felipe mutters. “Healing? Pops, she’s healing from what?” Felipe explained everything to his sons. He told them how Russell hit you and when you defended yourself, he called the cops on you and you had to spend some time in jail.

Both Reyes brothers were pissed, but Angel more than EZ. He’s been in love with you since you were kids. “And you’re just fucking telling me now?!”

“I was giving her a chance to tell you herself. You know she’s as stubborn as you. She almost didn’t call me at all.” Felipe didn’t mind his son’s outburst, he completely understood it. He’s just as pissed at himself for keeping the secret so long (if you consider two days long).

EZ probably understood you a bit better than Angel, because you were both alike, so he could see why you didn’t tell them. That’s why he stopped Angel. He knew if Angel confronted you right now, that you would deflect and shut down. “Angel, not this way.” He pulled his brother back by the bicep.

“Then what do you fucking suggest, Ezekiel?” If EZ didn’t hurry up, he might just catch the hands that were meant for Russell. “Just hear me out. Let’s make a call and if you still wanna go then we’ll go.” After EZ explained exactly what he wanted to do, Angel calmed down significantly.

From the sink, Felipe watched his sons come together and well-meaningly plot against you. When the boys left, Felipe went to Marisol’s urn and pressed a kiss to it. “You think she’ll forgive me, mi vida?” Soon, he felt an overwhelming warmth and calmness. “Thank you, hermosa.”

You fidgeted with your sunglasses. Hopefully, Miguel wouldn’t comment on you wearing them in the house. If so, you’ll lie about having a hangover or something.

He gave you a couple of days off per your request but called you in for an emergency. He promised it would be quick and that you could go home promptly.

But then you saw the motorcycles. This wouldn’t be the first time you had to mediate between Miguel and the MC. They never spoke about anything illegal around you, but they did call on you to ease the tension. You were better than Marcus at switching in between the two and making them agreeable with each other.

Dealing with their drama was the least of your concerns. Not only do you have to lie to Miguel, but all of the Mayans as well. Plus, you had to deal with Angel, who you’ve been avoiding for the past two days. This was gonna be a challenge.

“Gentlemen,” you greeted everyone. At least they didn’t look like they were gonna kill each other. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s more like what can we do for you.” Miguel was at the table, chin in hand. “No one’s heard from you in a couple of days.”

They couldn’t possibly know. Could they? “Ah, you know this cold is kicking my ass. I’ve just been sleeping.”

Angel sat up a little straighter before leaning his elbows on his knees. “Hmm, and the sunglasses, querida?”

“Oh um, you know cough medicine plus whiskey equals a bad hangover.” All of the men looked like they didn’t believe you. Time to abort mission. “Um, well if there is nothing I can do, I’ll just go on home and get that much needed rest.”

You went to grab your purse, but you were no match against Angel’s long legs. He was in front of you lifting your glasses off. “Angel, no!”

If Angel was pissed about this earlier, now seeing you and your black eye, he was nuclear now. Fuck this, he thought. He was gonna go kill Russell right now.

Grabbing his wrist, you tried to stop him, but Angel was too strong. He slightly pushed you away, but when he heard you wince in pain it stopped him dead in his tracks.

This time it was Miguel’s turn to inspect your injuries. He lifted up your blouse and saw your bruised ribs. All of the men were in a commotion now, ready to ride out and string that motherfucker up.

“Querida,” Angel sighed and gently pulled you into a hug. You could feel his tears on your own cheek which made you shed some of your own. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bishop chimed in.

“Because it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal?!” Miguel repeated, blown away by how nonchalant you were about this. “THAT PENDEJO HIT YOU! Don’t you think it’s a big deal?”

Oh shit, you don’t know if they’re more pissed at you or Russell at this point. “No, it is, but I handled it. Now he has to walk around town looking fucked up knowing I was the one who did it to him.”

Bishop tapped the table in anger. He could just shake you right now. “No, you should’ve called one of us the moment that pussy called the cops on you.”

“Hey, let’s not go insulting pussies! They take poundings most men couldn’t handle.” You weren’t going to allow Bishop to insult the thing they all loved sticking their dicks in.

“Y/N!” Miguel was beginning to get frustrated with you and your deflections. “Miguel!” You mimicked his tone. Nestor stepped in between you, to play ref. Even though you were Miguel’s assistant the two of you fought like siblings. “Okay, Y/N/N that’s enough.”

“Is it, Nestor?” You cocked your head to side, annoyed with being told what to do. “I come out of the comfort of my home thinking my help was needed, but instead I get ambushed!”

“Because you fucking lied!” Angel slammed his hand against the table, causing everyone even you to jump a little. “You let everyone believe you were okay when you were in pain.” His voice cracked slightly, thinking of how much worse you could’ve been. He always heard the horror stories of domestic violence and he promised himself that if something as ugly and vile would happen to anyone close to him, then that sorry excuse of a man would never walk the face of the earth again.

“Okay, I get it. You’re upset. But I handled it, there’s no need for any of you to get involved.” Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if they would just beat Russell’s ass, but that’s all you wanted. A simple (well maybe not so simple considering who these men are) beatdown. But you knew these men who you called family were. A threat to you was a threat to them and vice versa. Their pigheadedness wouldn’t allow it.  As you thought, they explained to you that an affront to you, an extension of the Mayans MC and the Galindo family was disrespect to them and that would not be tolerated.

However, by the grace of God and lots of negotiating techniques, you were able to come to some middle ground. They wouldn’t kill Russell, just make him wish they did. It was going good until a call came in from Russell’s sister Sienna. She was calling you all kinds of bitches, hoes, sluts, and claiming you as the mc’s whore, threatening you that her and a gang of her cousins were gonna jump you for fighting her brother. Conniving little bitch. He probably convinced all of his friends and family you were the aggressor and they would have no problem trying you.

When the phone call ended, you immediately try to place everything back right on track. “This changes nothing, okay?” Even though you could see that you lost them, you were gonna be in the fight of your life. “Really, Y/N? Now he’s lying on your name to his family and they’re ready to beat yo ass. Fuck that! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Angel was fed up with you protecting Russell’s weak ass.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!” Everything that happened over the past couple of days were finally bubbling over. “It’s all of you fucking alpha males with your machismo thinking I need protection. I’m not weak! I’m not some damsel in distress! I can handle my own damn problems.”

You grabbed your things and shoulder checked Angel on your way out, but you were stopped by one voice that had yet to speak up until now. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!” It was a decibel below a yell, but it still held the same energy.

Marcus Alvarez was your dad’s best friend outside of Bishop. Your dad was his mechanic whenever Marcus came into Santo Padre and that how the quickly bonded with each other. Last year, when your dad died of a stroke, Marcus promised to keep an eye on you. “Sit down,” he ordered, and you quickly listened, knowing his tone tolerated no insubordination.

“You gotta teach me that.” Angel told the revered El Padrino, which earned him harsh glares from you, Marcus, and Bishop.

Alvarez ignored Angel and came to sit next to you. “No one is calling you weak, sweetheart. When you’re a real man, things like what that cabrón did really works you up. Add that you know the woman he did it to and it makes you bloodthirsty. Now if your dad were alive what do you think would happen?” He asked, his voice lighter and more conspiratorial.

Laughter bubbled up your throat. If your dad were alive this conversation wouldn’t even be happening. “Get that baseball bat and bash his knees in and that would be the least of it.” Marcus playfully shoved your shoulder. “You know it. So, you know what we gotta do?” You nodded your head, not liking it, but Russell was grown and should’ve known this would seal his fate.

“And after this could you please put Angel out of his misery? Bishop can’t take anymore of him walking around like a sad puppy dog.” Your eyes went to Angel who was indeed standing not too far away with his puppy dog eyes and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, I got you.” Your eyes stayed on Angel as you answered Alvarez. Suddenly, Angel got nervous under your warm stare and smile. He didn’t know what you could possibly be plotting with Alvarez.

Angel was granted his reprieve when you asked what the plan was, which sent everyone in a tizzy. There was a resounding no in the room as the men denied your request to be part of their revenge quest. “You can’t be there, Y/N. You need complete deniability.”  Miguel began to escort you out and you couldn’t even argue against that.

You knew now it wasn’t a woman thing. If they ever find out about his death or dig into his disappearance you would be suspect number one. So, you allowed Miguel to push you into the arms of his mother as him and the rest of the men planned who knows what.

Russell was smart. He knew word about what happened to you would get to the Mayans and Galindo, so naturally he went on the run.

It took them a little longer than they have liked to find him, but they did. Chasing Russell fueled them even more. By the time they got their hands on him, Russell knew he was a dead man.

Everyone gotten their pound of flesh when they caught Russell. Even Prissy Miguel (something Angel loved to call him behind his back) got his hands dirty.

The best was saved for last though. Angel stood back and watched his brothers and Miguel and his crew beat the dog shit out of Russell.

“What? You’re not gonna get in on this? You’re the whole reason why that whore got hit in the first place.” Russell glared or tried to glare at Angel through his swollen eyes. He thought if he poked the bear hard enough maybe just maybe the bear would go ballistic and end his life right then and there. He didn’t know how much more of this torture he could endure.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Angel was so caught up that Russell hit you that he didn’t bother to ask what led up to it. To him it didn’t matter because no man should ever put hands on a woman, but to hear he was the cause didn’t sit right with him.

“Of course, she didn’t tell you, dumb fucking slut.” Angel whacked him across his ribs with a baseball bat. “Watch your damn mouth! And start fucking talking.”

“Okay!” Russell cried out in agony. “She was breaking up with me to be with you! She said she couldn’t be with another person knowing she was in love with you.”

Angel stood there shocked. All this time he didn’t think you felt the same way about him and now he found out you got hurt because of your true feelings.

Coco could tell it would take a while for Angel to process that. He was always slow on the uptake when it came to you. So, Coco took his cigarette and burned holes into Russell’s skin. “So, what you’re saying is that Y/N was kind enough to let you down easy and not cheat on you. She told you the truth and you decided to hit her? That’s some weak ass shit!” Everyone was ready to take another hit, but they knew Russell wouldn’t last and that Angel should be the one to take him out.

Finally, Angel snaped out of it and went at Russell with the bat, making sure he broke his knees. “Fucking piece of shit!” Eventually, the baseball bat was forgotten, and Angel was beating Russell with his bare hands. Life left Russell awhile ago, but that didn’t stop Angel. His brothers literally had to pull him off the dead body.

“EZ get your brother cleaned up and make sure he’s calmed down before he goes see her.” Bishop ordered the new patch. Everyone else would stay behind for cleanup. “Got it, Prez.” EZ lightly shoved his brother, “C’mon Angel, let’s go get your girl.”

You had just gotten home from the movies and drinks with Emily. From how she wouldn’t take no for an answer you knew the guys had found Russell.

Chucking your heels across the room you made your way to your kitchen until you heard your door unlocking. The door opened and revealed Angel. You could tell he just showered by the little droplets of water still clinging to his hair.

“Angel, what are you doi-,” he caught off your question with his lips. He cradled your face as if you were the most precious thing ever.

“Do you love me?” He asked, out of breath like he wasn’t the one to just rock your world with a simple kiss. “Duh Angel, I love you. Why do you think I laugh at all your dumb jokes? You’re not that funny.”

“Ouch, querida that hurts.” He covered his heart in mock hurt. “Question is do you love me, Mr. Angel Ignacio Reyes?” You rested your palms on his chest and looked up at him expectantly.

Angel licked his lips in deep thought and ticked his head to the side. “I thought when I kissed the living daylights out of you it told you so.”

Backing away you patted his firm pecs. “Okay, chill your kiss wasn’t even all that.”

“Is that so?” A smile ghosted on Angel’s lips.

“Yup.” You deadpanned, crossing your arms across your chest. “Okay then.” Angel sighed before he chased you through your house.

All you could hear was Angel’s heavy feet, your giggles, and the occasional taunting. Finally, Angel caught you and sat you on your island. Loud giggles turned into soft chuckles. Soft chuckles turned into silent longing gazes with soft smiles. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Angel.”

Angel grabbed one of your hands and interlocked your fingers with his. “I’ll keep you safe.” Angel tilted your conjoined hands to kiss yours. You mimicked Angel’s action and did the same to his. “I know.”

The rest of the night you spent it where you felt the safest, in Angel’s arms.

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The smutty one: "“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just really oblivious?” & “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.” (aka this is me - i am so bloody oblivious that i didn't even realise i was being asked out by a guy LOL) pretty please!! with Ez honey

Summary: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you just really oblivious?” & “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.” Pairing: EZ Reyes x Reader Warnings: Alcohol consumption, suggestive dialogue. Word Count: 783

Standing behind the clubhouse bar, you pass your boyfriend Ezekiel shot glasses. A lollipop hangs from your mouth, pinched between your full lips. The guys are lined up on the other side of the bar, eagerly awaiting their drinks. EZ couldn’t tell you about the club business, but you knew something happened that called for a celebration. Besides, you didn’t need a reason to take shots.

Angel made faces at you across the counter as EZ poured the drinks. Next to him, Coco wiggled his tongue at you childishly. You gave them a dirty look, annoyed by their antics. It wasn’t uncommon for them to tease you in that older sibling way, the same way they did to EZ.

“Grow up.” You stuck your tongue out, the picture of maturity. One, two, three...down the line they gulped down the shots of Tequila. You followed, squealing at the burn. Angel made a similar howling noise, holding his chest. The guys made fun of him, shouting expletives.

“Really, carnal?” Coco shoved at his shoulders.

“Man, that shit burns.” Angel patted at his chest, face twisted at the sensation.

EZ poured another three rounds, and the party dispersed, the guys trudging off in different directions. A few of the older guys stepped out for the night. Gilly sat at one of the tables, head falling forward as he tried to fight off sleep. Coco made his way upstairs with one of Vicky’s girls while Angel found a corner to brood in.

With things calmed down you were able to relax and enjoy quality time with your man. You sat on top of the bar with EZ standing in between your legs. The Tequila made you hot, especially down below, but you felt too sluggish to initiate anything. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his thick midsection, your head resting heavily against his strong shoulder. Your fingers slipped underneath his kutte, rubbing lazy circles on his bare skin.

“Prospect!” Angel rudely interrupted from his corner, words slurring comically. “Stop humping your lady and bring me a beer!”

You slowly lifted your head from EZ’s shoulders to glare at him. Your ankles locked around EZ, holding him in place. Angel could wait with his stupid ass. You heard him grumbling about it, but decided to ignore him, whispering to EZ around the nearly non-existent lollipop.

His eyes crinkled around the edges with amusement at your gibberish. Seeing that million-dollar smile made you feel warm all over.

He ruined the tender moment by plucking the stick from between your lips. Only a tiny piece of red candy remained, but you were scandalized by the action, making grabby hands as he held it out of your reach.

“I’m sick of you and this damn thing.”

He faked like he was going to toss it, and you bought it, almost falling from the counter in a feeble attempt to catch it. He rolled his eyes, patting your ass a few times before going behind the bar.

Feeling playful, you used your sweet voice, legs swinging as you waited for him to get closer. You snatched him up as soon as he was close enough, pulling him to you with strength you didn’t know you had. He looked surprised himself, carefully setting the beers down out of the way. You blinked at him, holding the remainder of the lollipop in your mouth by the stick.

“Are you trying to turn me on, or are you just really oblivious?” EZ gestured with his eyes towards his confined erection. You hadn’t been doing anything intentionally, but you were flattered that you could garner such a reaction without trying.

“I know you compliment me all the time, but that’s probably one of the sweetest things you’ve said to me.”

He snorted at your dramatics, pinching at your bare thighs until you giggled and pushed him away. He backed up but caught your ankle, occupying your space once again.

“I could be sweeter.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Really?” He nodded, the sweaty beers long forgotten. “Well...” You pecked his lips. “... let’s hear it.”

His lips found your ear, breath tickling your neck as he spoke. “I want to hike your skirt up and take you right here.” You gnawed on your bottom lip as his thick fingers scaled your thighs, slipping underneath the aforementioned skirt. Your legs widened in anticipation for more.

“Prospect!” A drunken Angel shouted, breaking you out of the moment. EZ groaned deeply while you barely held in a whine at the interruption. It was evil, but you found yourself wishing Angel would wake up with the hangover from hell--not for being stupid enough to mix his alcohol, but for being a pussy blocker.

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Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (2/3) Miguel x Reader x Angel

Warnings: violence, mentions of abuse and non-consensual sex

Pairing(s): Angel Reyes x Reader, Miguel Galindo x Reader

A/N: I don’t plan on this becoming a series, more like a three-part mini story. I received a few messages asking if there would be a second part to ‘Welcome to the Slaughterhouse’ and instantly the idea of where I wanted the story to go and how it would end started formulating in my head. There will be one more installment of this mini-series and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Your past with Miguel is explained in further detail along with how you reunited with Angel. Later, the dinner table becomes the lion’s den as certain truths are brought to light.

PART 1 , PART 3

Can you turn the page into something new The fantasies of burdened beasts But kings and queens won't even dream of peace

You had known fear throughout your entire life. The fear of whether it would be a ‘’good day’’ in the sense that your mother would be passed out on the couch from how much liquor was in her system or if it would be a ‘’bad day’’ and she’d throw the glass at your head while screaming incoherently. Most of the time it was the latter. You had known fear for Angel when was mourning the loss of his mother and Ezekiel was locked up and that fear increased little by little for every beer he drank to cope with his own pain. The fear that he’d end up like your mother, or worse; that you’d lose him to the in an accident due to drinking. When he joined the club, fear lingered at the possibilities of him getting hurt or getting locked up like his brother. Fear was present when you two slowly began drifting away from each other, life taking the both of you down different paths. And fear was most definitely present throughout your entire marriage to Miguel.

When you and Miguel had first started dating, he kept his family business very much hidden from you, only talking about his father and mother and the brother he never had a chance to meet. It wasn’t until after you walked down the aisle and he put that extravagant block of a diamond ring on your finger that he revealed the dark truths about the cartel. It was absolutely a power play, and Miguel craved power. He knew you had no family, no one to really turn to when things would go bad in the marriage. And, like how it was when your mother was alive, most of the days were bad.

You loved Miguel in the beginning. You craved stability and here was this beautiful, charming man ready to provide that and more. You fell for him, going into the relationship with all of these hopes and dreams for the future. Once upon a time he truly loved you too. You were beautiful and pure and so intelligent. You were damaged in similar ways he was given your family history, and he craved you all the more for it. But somewhere along the line that love transformed and manifested into something ugly; possession. He craved control. Control over his money, over the cartel, the MC, and control over you. After the first time he put his hands on you, he had burst into tears and cradled you like you were the most fragile thing in the universe. He swore it he would never do it again, and he seemed so sincere and you loved him so much you believed him. You didn’t want to end up like your parents, you wanted a happy home with a loving husbands and a couple of kids running around. So, you stayed.

The second time it happened you dashed to your room and began packing your bags. You remember your body shaking in absolute anger. You loved Miguel, but you would never tolerate him laying hands on you. ‘It’s over Miguel,’ you seethed, throwing your wedding ring across the bedroom floor. You remembered stumbling onto the tiled floor, clutching your cheek and in pure shock that he had actually punched you. He bent down to your level, scoffing at your words and completely filled with this rage you did not believe possible for a human being to possess. ‘Where are you going to go? You have nowhere, nothing, no one waiting for you outside this house. I own you, querida, and if you want to challenge that notion I’ll put a bullet in your skull to get the point across,’ you vividly recall him telling you as he held your jaw in his iron grip. At that point it was no longer empty threats or hurtful words being thrown at you; that was a promise. That was the first night he forced himself on you and you were never more grateful that Nestor took pity on you and drove you to get a plan b pill and renew your birth control the next morning. When you emerged from the clinic you were filled with the sudden instinct to turn to your left. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was pure coincidence, but as you waited for Nestor to pull the car around you froze when your e/c eyes locked with familiar brown ones.

The sound of Angel saying your name after years of no contact instantly filled you with millions of memories that had been suppressed and buried under the nightmare you lived in with Miguel. Nostalgia fluttered through your entire being like a swarm of butterflies. You could still remember how it felt embracing him on the sidewalk, the smell of cigarettes and his cologne comforting you. Coco and Gilly having the decency to give you both the privacy you clearly needed. Angel took one look at you and knew life had not been kind. Under your pearl necklace, huge wedding ring and designer dress Angel knew you weren’t ok. He knew you were living in constant fear based off the dark circle under your eyes and the fact that you were wearing a coat over your dress despite the blazing Santo Padre sun in the middle of summer. He knew someone was doing horrible things to you, he just didn’t know it was Miguel-fucking-Galindo who now had the Mayans under his control as well.

From that day forward, every chance you got you took it to meet with Angel in secret. At first it had been purely innocent, just two former lovers meeting up and catching up. Life had not been kind to you, but you were relieved that Angel’s had somewhat approved. You learned that EZ was going to be released soon, you were slowly introduced to Gilly and Coco when Angel knew he could trust them. You had learned that he had a fling with Adelita, the woman who was hellbent on bringing Miguel down. The look of jealousy on your face validated what Angel had secretly been hoping for since the moment you two reunited; you still loved him. Neither of you expected to wind up in bed, Angel holding you to his chest as his release flowed out of you. Neither of you expected to fall back into love after fate had brought you back together. Neither of you knew this was going to be the night you’d die.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were sitting at the dinner table, gaping in and out like a fish out of water at the double realization that not only did your husband know you were seeing Angel, but the two were related by blood. Nestor handed Miguel a manila folder, to which Miguel threw in yours’ and Angel’s direction. You briefly glanced at the spilled documents, noticing the highlighted portions. A 99% match that the Reyes brothers and Miguel were half-siblings. Photos of you and Angel in intimate embraces. You felt Angel freeze next to you and saw out of the corner of your eye that EZ gripping his steak knife. Bishop opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly the rabid wolf awoken in your husband. Miguel leapt over the table, pressing your face against the dinner table, gun pressed against your temple.

Angel snarled and stood instantly, Nestor appearing behind him and holding his gun to the back of Angel’s head. You heard the Mayans shouting profanities and Bishop trying to diffuse the situation.

‘’Let’s just calm the fuck down-,’’ Bish tried, sweat forming on his forehead due to the tension in the room.

‘’Calm down? This disgusting slut, MY WIFE, has been spreading her legs for this lowlife vermin scum,’’ you flinched as the cool barrel of the gun dug into your skin, crying out when Miguel yanked you up by your neck, holding you against his chest as you claws at his hand in a futile attempt to gain some air.

Your eyes fell upon Angel, tears blurring your vision as his jaw was clenched, struggling to control his temper as he glared daggers at your husband. He was shaking in rage and you never thought you’d see Angel so angry.

‘’I wonder, mi amor, have you fucked every man here? Hm? Are you wet at the thought of them running a train on you?’’ Miguel hissed in your ear, the hand that was wrapped around your neck violently cupped your sex through your dress, a sob escaping your lips.

‘’Hey, hey there’s no need for this. We can talk. Just put the gun down,’’ Bishop struggled with his words, trying to maintain some sort of control so that yours’ and Angel’s brains didn’t end up spread along the table. EZ’s breathing was labored, the knife still in his hand as he mentally weighed his options. Coco’s hawkish eyes were looking at Nestor’s gun.

‘’Talk? Oh no, we’re past talking,’’ Miguel laughed humorlessly, cocking the pistol.

The gun pressed against your head was removed as Miguel stretched his arm out to aim at Angel.

‘’I’m going to make you watch me kill him and when I’m done dealing with you, you’ll be begging me for death,’’ Miguel whispered. He then turned his attention to Angel.

‘’Any words, little brother?’’

‘’I love you,’’ Angel declared. You nodded your head as your heart was pounding through your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’

 BOOM!

 You screamed as blood splattered across your face, the thud of the body crashing into the table, taking the silverware and tablecloth along with it. You jumped at the noise it had made. You shakily turned around, standing on wobbly legs as you stared at the body of your husband. Instantly, you knew the lifeless look in his eyes would never be erased from your memory for as long as you lived. You turned your attention behind you, panting from the excruciating fear.

 ‘’Took you long enough,’’ you sighed, running a trembling hand down your face.

 ‘’My apologies, we needed to wait for the right moment,’’ the figure sighed, emerging from one of the columns in your dining room, her footsteps echoing throughout the grand dining room.

Adelita’s eyes surveyed the scene as a couple of members of Los Olvidados entered the room, guns in hand and ready for anything.

 You then both turned to Nestor, who withdrew his gun, eyes not leaving Miguel’s lifeless body as he struggled to process his emotions. He nodded his head, finally turning to you.

‘’We’re even.’’

You nodded your head in agreement.

‘’What the FUCK just happened?!’’ you sighed as EZ’s shouts echoed throughout the otherwise silent mansion.

 And someday he might lose his crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free

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tamalada [ angel + ez reyes ]

CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN PROMPT ─ day 09 [ tradition ] -- @cherieann-2001​

WARNINGS ─ female!sibling!reader + general fluff

it had been a few years since you and your family had properly celebrated christmas. seeing as the last time you took part in family traditions, both your mother and ez are present for the event. and since then, angel had moved out and your father wanted nothing to do with the festivities that reminded him of his late wife. 

so, you had taken it upon yourself to bring the traditions back. and now seemed like the perfect time to do so -- with ez’s release and both brother’s holding loving and stable relationships with two women you adored.

you brought up the topic one day while you were all gathered at your father’s carnicería. figuring it would be the only time all of you were in the same room. 

“i was thinking we could do a tamalada this year.” angel scoffed, shaking his head defiantly, “we are not doing that, hermanita. we haven’t done that since mom passed.” you crossed your arms over you chest, raising a threading brow in his direction, “which is exactly why we are doing it. besides, i’ve already invited both gabby and nails, so the two of you have no choice.” 

your form turned toward your father who’s face hardened, getting ready to tell you he wouldn’t be having anything to do with the tradition when you cut him off, “and you’re going to show and spend time with your family. and i have no problem roping gabby in for help.”

you told them when you were expecting them to come by and that you were looking forward to seeing them before heading out to get everything you needed.

--

a knock sounded from the door and you rushed to answer. greeting the girls, ushering them into the house before greeting your brothers and pointing them towards the kitchen. you glanced behind them, hoping to see your father when ez shook his head, “tried to pick him up earlier. said he’d come over when he was ready.” you nodded, waving it off before heading for the kitchen.

you gave a run down of the ingredients you had laid out for everyone to use. angel and ez easily fell back into the tradition, taking over their positions for years previous like it was second nature. and due to slightly wanting to show off for their guests. 

gabby had taken over far too many times, playfully teasing ez under her breath as she rolled the dough, plucking off a piece of the masa to drop into a glass of water to make sure it was ready.

angel and nails had made a mess, managing to throw the fillings about the kitchen as they teased another while you shooed them away from the hot husks soaking in the pot. 

a knock had sounded from the door once more, and you excused yourself to answer. finding your father on the otherside. you smiled, opening the door to let him in and pointed him towards the kitchen.

“you’re just in time, pops. we were just getting ready to put’em together.” ez greeted, guiding him to the table to help put everything together. you took a seat next to him, nails and gabby joining you a few seconds later as everyone got to building.

conversation flowed, laughs were shared and was an all around good time as you all assembled your tamales with the various fillings and the different husks you had soaked. tying each one with a husk string before dropping them into a bowl to be steamed later.

gabby helped you get two pots of water boiling, manning a pot herself and helped you put the tamales into the steamer to cook. you both giggled, shooing the boys away from the hot tamales resting on the counter. nails taking over to help keep both angel and ez from sneaking a few.

only letting them take as many as they could fill their plate with once all the tamales were finished cooking. you sat back for a few moments, enjoying everything that had happened this night and relished in the happiness of the holiday that hadn't been felt in a long time. knowing too, that your brothers and father were experiencing the same thing.

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singing karaoke with ez on a dare would include

─  Hi so excited love your stuff! Headcanon of Ez and Twin sister entering a Karaoke Contest on a Dare from Angel and Coco and totally winning (song is Steal my Sunshine by Len). | @cherieann-2001​

- it was completely on a dare, coco drunkingly stating that you and ez didn’t have the balls to get up on the stage in the bar you were currently in and sing something from the karaoke machine. angel chuckled and laughed, betting money on it too

- ez was apprehensive about doing so, as were you. but when angel had thrown in a fifty dollar bill and the promise that the next few rounds were on him, you and ez knew it was something you had to do. simply out of pettiness for your older brother not having your back

- ez wasn’t too sure how it would go over, as he hadn’t listened to any of the newer music since his time away in prison, and wasn’t caught up on current trends at the moment. meaning that when the dj put on a song for the two of you to do, you had to change it to something ez knew

- the dj picked steal my sunshine by len. and it was at that point, you both knew you were fucked as this song was a little hard for some to understand, and most of the time, people didn’t even know their were lyrics to the song. 

- ez had heard the song a couple of times before his time in prison, mainly on the radio when he would take emily around for drives or it would be playing in the ice cream shops or at carnivals

- you can only heard it a handful of times, namely from commercials that used it as a background song, but never the full song

- the song started, and you watched angel and coco laugh between themselves over how easy this was going to be for them. and how they would be able to hold it over your heads for quite awhile

- however, you and ez were able to get through the song without humiliating yourselves to where you couldn’t ever show your faces in public again. even getting a few rounds of applause from some of the other patrons in the establishment 

- you and ez high-fived, jumping down from the small stage to walk about over to your older brother and friend. angel huffed, throwing the cash on the counter towards the two of you. coco grumbling next to him about how that was a flook and that you might have to do it again, when he wasn’t so drunk

- you and ez took the money, spilling it between the two of you before ordering a round of drinks. ez chuckling as you leaned over the counter to let the bartender know to put it on angel’s tab

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being the younger brother of angel + ez would include

WARNINGS ─ male!reader + general fluff

 being a couple years younger than ez, meaning you were more of a surprise, but a welcome one. it had surprised angel and ez as well, but to them, it just meant they had another person to play with once you got older. this in turn makes you the baby of the family, rather than ez

 having a closer relationship with ez as he was closer to your age and you couldn’t always do the same things angel was doing — i.e. too young or small. but angel always made sure to include you as best as he could

 having the best older brother’s to teach you different things. angel taught you what he knew about art and painting, sometimes the two of you would have little painting sessions and hang them to dry on the fridge. ez taught you about baseball and would sometimes let you help him practice for games at school, and about different forms of literature

 it also meant having two overprotective brothers. you literally can’t do anything without them finding out somehow. you get pushed around the hallway at school? angel and ez are waiting outside the minute the bell rings. you start talking to someone that you might have feelings for? angel and ez are already teasing you about it the minute you get in the car

 ez being the person you go to when you want a voice of reason, and going to angel when you wanted someone to get heated with you over something. you rarely ever went to ez as he always tried to talk you out of the revenge scheme angel had put together for you. usually always ended with your mom finding out and telling you no

 your mom always being your number one supporter, no matter what you did. always there at any school activity you had or any school organization you were apart of. your dad always trying his best when it came to helping you with your homework or helping you with anything else you needed

 as you grew, you slowly developed your own personality, and as did your brothers. slowly becoming the people you know them as today. angel was off doing his own thing, and you never knew the entirety of what exactly he was doing but he always promised you that he was doing okay. ez went to university on a baseball scholarship, so the first in your family to go to college. but you had felt the dynamic change

 more so after her death and ez’s conviction. your family had fallen apart, watching as your dad wither away and angel found solace in a local mc that he had been prospecting for. that left you on your own for the most part, alone to deal with the hurt the had come upon your family.

 angel would check in on you from time to time, not really having alot of time to spend as he was constantly with the mc, but he always allowed you to stay with him whenever pops hadn’t been taking care of you. not realizing that you were still in high school and getting ready to graduate soon

 angel turning into your number one supporter, and doing his best to get you applied to a local college or a job that you could start out at once you graduated. he didn’t care what you did, just so long as you didn’t end up like him

 you lived with him for a few years, doing what you felt was right. having angel there to help and support you was the most important thing to you. you still loved you dad, but there came a time when you still have to help your family, not just leave them high and dry

 when ez got out of prison, you welcomed him back, still confused as to how he got out after only eight years. seeing a cop killers usually got life, but at that point, it didn’t matter. he was here with his family again

 now that you have your other brother back, you work hard to keep everyone together. nothing is going to come between you and your brothers