#he’s like bish I was out for a few minutes and you got a new bff

[littlerebelliouscreature]

Aziraphale’s Panic is so on the surface 😆

And Crowley’s reaction to “naked man friend” comment is priceless 🤣

[phantom-playdough]

Macaque x GN!Reader: Studies Over Me

Of course, I’d do a studying/overworked reader with Macaque after doing one with Wukong. It seemed only fair since I have been gone for so long. Hope you guys enjoy~~~

Warnings: Angst with fluffy ending!!! Also literally one line referencing potential Shadowpeach, but it could be read as platonic or romantic, if you so choose. Just generally Macaque being a petty bish because he’s a sad monkey baby.

College was a handful, no matter how many classes you take. It’s everything hard about regular school, but now you’re paying money to go, and professors sneer at you if you have even one C level grade on your transcript. The pressure was hard for Y/n. This was the semester they took English Composition, which basically was code for: Essay Class.

Macaque knew that Y/n was stressed with school, as he had known them since they took their first semester before this one. But even if he knew the that they were struggling, he didn’t really understand how the struggles felt. What made it tricker for him was the fact that this was the first semester Y/n had started since they and Macaque had begun dating. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Macaque felt sad bitter that he wasn’t getting as much attention from Y/n because they were so focused on their class.

When they weren’t in class, Y/n seemed to only be able to talk about school. Did they hear about that new movie coming out? They won’t be able to go see it since they have class and homework. Read any new books? Only their textbooks. Write anything fun? Only essays. Talk to anyone interesting? Their group dropped the ball on a project together. Seriously, Macaque loved cared about Y/n so much. But jeez, he wished he could get them to maybe talk about his shadow plays. Or maybe the crazy shenanigans MK’s crew had going on with their last adventure. Perhaps talk about having another date night movie night and cuddle.

One thing that anyone could guess is that Macaque is new to dating, let alone dating someone as amazing as Y/n. How had he gotten lucky enough to be with them when he had all these issues? How had he been so lucky to be with someone so smart, kind, and affirming of him and his traumas. Even though Macaque would always worry deep down that he would scare them them away, Y/n stuck around and reassured him that they always would stay. They promised that they would always stand by him. That they would never leave him.

But why did it feel like that was exactly what they were doing now that they were back in school again? Macaque got so used to having Y/n with him almost always when they were off for a semester. Now though, he would be lucky to get to hang out with them for a few hours once a week!! Macaque tried desperately to keep the tightness in his heart at bay when he thought of these facts. He missed Y/n. He missed them so much. He really did. He didn’t want to admit it, and would probably deny it to his next death, but it just made him think of…him…But as he stared at his phone, laying on his couch, looking at the message he typed out a minute or two before, he felt conflicted.

‘Hey, u wanna come over? Wanna talk.’

As much as he wanted to send the message, Macaque was nervous about doing so. But he felt the tightness in his chest turn almost into a festering ball of emotion in his stomach, so he was between a rock and crazy place. He sighed and pressed send, missing the button once or thrice from his thumb shaking. He held his phone close as he waited for his loving partner read the message and hopefully respond quickly. After about ten seconds, he saw that Y/n read the message. But what rose a tiny bit annoyance in Macaque’s stomach, further growing the ball of emotion settling there, was that Y/n just sent a thumbs up emoji. Nothing else. He sighed and sat up on his couch, slamming his phone face down onto the table harder than he meant to, which made him flinch slightly at the loud noise made. Macaque decided to just get a glass of mango juice and try to wait for Y/n as patiently as he could.

When Y/n made it to Macaque’s tiny hut, they immediately noticed his salty expression on his face. To be fair, he had that expression often, but not around them. “Hey, Macaque.” They said, closing the door behind them and looking around. Something was different. “Did you clean the hut before I came here?”

Macaque huffed, a smirk on his face, but it was clear he was annoyed by something. “Yeah, maybe I did. I can be busy, sometimes!”

The way he said that rubbed Y/n the wrong way, but they tried to not pry. Not right away, at least. “Have you been busy with your shadow plays or something?” Y/n asked as they kicked their shoes off and put them to the side.

Macaque’s eyebrow twitched. “Oh, you wanna know?” His tone was unconvinced.

“Okay, what’s wrong, Macaque?” Y/n was getting fed up with this fast and this was barely five minutes into the conversation.

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me. You look like you’re trying to be passive aggressive and I want to know why.”

“Do you care?”

Y/n scoffed. “What do you mean ‘do I care’? Of course I care. You’re my partner and something I did is clearly making you upset but you’re not telling me what.”

“Well, I don’t know. You seem very interested in talking about school stuff lately and not much else! I’d hate to have ya talk about something else.” Macaque gave a fake smile, his body language and voice pulling out all of the fake innocence and theatrics.

“I-what? Is that what this is about?” Y/n was flabbergasted at this point, but Macaque clearly was just getting the argument started.

“Come on, Y/n. You may not have all my ears, but I know you heard me!”

“No, I heard you. But…you didn’t think to just say that this was bothering you?” Y/n asked, incredulously.

That made Macaque pause. He didn’t have a good rebuttal to that, given the shocked look on his face.

“Macaque, you could’ve just said that you wanted to talk about something else besides me in school, or you could’ve said that you wanted to spend more time with me, and I would’ve—”

Macaque covered Y/n’s mouth, effectively making them stop talking, his face beet red enough to blend in with the red markings on his face. He kept his hand there for a second, before he pulled Y/n into his chest with his tail, summoning a shadow portal underneath the pair to end up on the couch. Macaque pulled Y/n in close to him, laying the both of them back on the couch.

“You’re right…I’m sorry…” He said softly, his eyes downcast to the floor. “I-I’m not used to…this…” Macaque gestured between the two of them. “Not like I really ever had the chance to try this kind of thing much before.” He sighed. “I-I…I’m sorry.” He finally said, an embarrassed look on Macaque’s face.

Y/n smiled lovingly. “Macaque, I know you’ve been through a lot. I know you haven’t dated much.” Macaque blushed at that word, making Y/n laugh a bit. “And I know that you needed to spend time with me, too. Just next time, you can ask me. I promise you, I will never leave you just because you ask me to spend some more time with you.” Y/n sealed the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

Macaque flushed a bit more, a small smile on his face. Carefully, almost as if he was nervous, Macaque placed a hand on the side of Y/n’s face. He was a little surprised when Y/n snuggled into his hand, but his growing smile showed that he wasn’t one to complain. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” He asked more to himself, then to Y/n. They laughed, kissing his nose, before whispering very softly in three of his ears.

“You were yourself.”

[drinkintrashjuice]

woo ep. 2 time (MID rewrite)

first off, my bad for making the 3 people that actually liked this wait for like *Wheezes* A WEEK!? It’s mostly because of planning, loss of motivation almost immediately, realizing the first ep was kinda shit, wanting to rewrite that but was too lazy, splatoon having me in a chokehold, the usual. But now I’m BACK and I’m gonna do this cus I’ve got motivation. So please enjoy and tell me if it’s ass lol. (Also I changed Lady bish’s name cus like…obviously? U can’t make serious scenes when someone has a name like that😭 so her new name is Lady Ki but she has a secret name but if I say it it’ll spoil stuff lol)

Episode 2: The Honesty of a Queen

Yakedo sits at his throne discussing the future of the kingdom with his advisor, Lady Ki. She had long, white-ish blonde hair with light blue horns. She was dressed in light blue royal robes, and had a, as describe by some Chikara men, natural beauty.

“My king, the idea is simple,” Lady Ki paces around the area in front of Yakedo’s throne. “Your own sons could handle this topic! And we both know their intelligence.”

“Are you implying that I’m dumb?” Yakedo’s claws leave marks at the arms of his throne.

“I would never say such a thing! I’m saying the plan is easy.” Yakedo knew that wasn’t what she meant, but going against Lady Ki in any sort of argument was near impossible. Even so, he couldn’t deny the results she brought back

Lady Ki has been Yakedo’s advisor for years. Affectively keeping the kingdom of Chikara at the top for as long as he’s been king. Though of course as king, he takes the credit. If his people knew that she helps him with most attacks and economical issues, they’d beg for one of his sons to be king.

"My king, I'll say this once more, we win the race while we’re ahead. We destroy the other kingdoms, take their wealth, own everything, it’ll be glorious.” Lady Ki flips her hair for dramatic effect.

“It’s not that I’m hesitant, far from it. It’s the fact they’re all already on edge. It would be idiotic.” Lectures Yakedo. Lady Ki already had an argument at hand though.

“My king! Trust in my judgement! Just leave everything to me and I-“ The doors to Yakedo’s throne room burst open, cutting off Lady Ki in the process.

”What is the meaning of this!? State your business this instant!” Yakedo’s knights immediately saluted in fear.

“My king we are deeply sorry! But we were notified that the king of Mir would like to have a meeting with you!” They hand Lady Ki a scroll and she relays it to Yakedo

“Dearest Yakedo, I know this in years royal meeting we most certainly didn’t see eye to eye, but I’d loved if we could discuss about what happened. I know that having a kingdom as high in power as Chikara can be stressful, so I thought spending a few minutes or hours in Mir will help soothe your mind. Before you worry about any of the other rulers finding out, I assure you I have a plan to get you here without even the most talented spy knowing! I hope you consider accepting this offer. With love, Garmon Smirnov.”

Lady Ki and the two knights looked at Yakedo expectantly for any type of order. Yet Yakedo sat there confused, why would Garmon ask for something like this?

“My king excuse me for my impatience but…” Lady Ki flicked her hand at the scroll, “…your response?”

“Ah yes well…” Yakedo thought for a bit, “please write a letter to Garmon that I’ve accepted this invitation.”

Lady Ki raised an eyebrow. “Are you certain of this my king?”

“Very much Lady Ki, I’d like to entertain this idea. You never know what will come of it.”

Lady Ki furrowed her brows. “I’ll do as you wish…” her attention turned towards the two knights still awaiting orders. “You two. I ask that you stay by the doors of my quarters until the letter is finished. Then, quickly bring it to a messenger who will carry it to the gates of Mir. Understood?”

the two knights quickly nodded their heads and swiftly followed Lady Ki to her separate throne room.

This left Yakedo to think on what he just did. He could’ve just accepted himself to an early grave. Garmon and Mothando are good allies afterall. Still, he’s weirdly looking forward to this meeting. The mere idea of Garmon of all people trying to take him down makes him laugh.

“hehe…” Yakedo thinks out loud to himself, “You better have a good ass plan Garmon…”

“I keep telling you guys! I don’t know shit!” Ava yelled out while being held upside down by Pierce.

They were now in her apartment, with Ava regretting she ever got out of it. By now, she was convinced that the five daemons were weird cosplayers on crack.

“C’mon! You live here!” Shouted Asch, “there’s no way in hell you don’t know anything at all about it!”

Ava weighed her options. She could wriggle her way out of Pierce’s hands, skillfully do acrobatics around all the other guys, and sprint to the nearest police station. Then she thought she’d have a better chance of having the rapture happen right then and there instead of doing all that.

What’s another way to get outta this? Kill herself? Nah, she doesn’t know what these creeps would do. Kill one of them? That’s basically the first thought but with extra steps. As in, there’s no way in hell. Which left her with one more option. Lie.

“Y’know what? Fine, I’ll tell the truth! Since my..uhh…henchman don’t seem to be as of much help!” All the daemons faces immediately lit up.

“M-My name is queen Ava! Ruler of Earth! Whatever it is what you and your people will need, I’ll gladly help!” She looked up at Pierce, “Now please put me down! I’m getting very light headed!”

Asch signaled for Pierce to do so, and Pierce gently put Ava on the couch behind him.

“Thank you tall one!” She raised her hand to shake hands with Pierce, but he didn’t get the message, so he just stared at her.

“Aha…uhm” Ava quickly stood up and regretted it as she started seeing static. Once she composed herself she spun around to meet the five men that were in front of her.

“So if one of you five could please explain to me your issues?” Asch clears his throat and steps towards Ava.

“Queen Ava, we humbly ask that you select five of your people to come back with us to daemos.” He then bows “it is of great importance that you do this or everyone’s lives will be in jeopardy.”

Ava cursed under her breath. This actually sounds kinda serious. She thought it would be just like some roleplaying shit, but the way he said that sounded way too real.

“Uhm…if you don’t mind me asking…what will you do with these five people?”

Asch’s eyes widened with slight embarrassment “Oh yes! I apologize for forgetting.” He straightened himself up

“these five people will be sacrificed to replenish the magic in our world as it’s very important for our way of life.” Ava’s eyes were practically filled with shock.

”It can’t be any five of your people though, it has to be someone who can affectively embody the five kingdoms ideologies. More specifically, pure generosity, peace, endurance, intelligence, and power.” Asch bowed again, not knowing what to do with the newfound silence.

“W-Wow…yeah I can totally do this…as long as…” she looked up at the five daemons. They all looked at her with the utmost respect. She could just point at five random people in the street and send them on their merry way, but she’s not that much of an asshole. She could just skip to her last option though, it’s not like it isn’t working so far.

“Forget that! I can do ya one better!” She thought on the spot and then blurted out the most idiotic thing she’s ever said.

“Earth has tons of unlimited magic! And whoever can win my trust and love shall rule it with me!” She was convinced that the anime harem loving side of her was talking.

All of the daemons ears perked up at the same time and they all looked at each other in awe.

“Is this correct!?” They all said in unison.

“uh…yeah?” Ava wanted to sucker punch herself.

All five of the daemons made a step towards but Ava stopped them with a raise of her hand.

“B-But for humans it’s a bit late…s-so I’ll get you guys some blankets to sleep here for the night and I’ll teach you everything on earth and about me!” Before any of the daemons could respond, she ran to her closet, got a few blankets, threw them at the five men and ran into her room.

”And no going in any other room! Or you’ll be…uhh…disqualified!” She then slammed her door leaving the daemons standing by themselves in the fresh moonlight and a mountain of blankets on the ground.

“Unlimited magic…maybe that’s what all those box things were run by! Oh all the possibilities! Once I find the materials I’ll immediately tell Lady Grandma this great news!” Rhys excitedly gushed out.

“Yeah but being a ruler of it?” Leif looked towards the window “shit…even if it’s 50 50 that’s still a lot of power…”

“Especially ruling both this place and daemos” said Asch. Leif started to snicker.

“The fuck is so funny?” Asch looked at Leif and furrowed his brows.

“Nothin’! It’s just how you think your tiny ass is gonna rule anything is all.” Leif started to laugh even more.

“What!? How dare you say such a thing to your prince!? I could kick your ass anytime!” Said Asch. Getting quite hotheaded.

“Both of you stop this foolishness! You two are being highly childish!” Rhys got between them to stop the tension.

“I agree with rice.” said Pierce. Rhys slightly winced at the mispronunciation of his name.

“With the queen of earth being this hospital to us we should all get some rest while we can.”

“Thank you Pierce.” Rhys said blankly still annoyed “It’s Rhys by the way…” he said quickly

“Okay rice.” Said Pierce. Rhys winced again, but decided to just ignore it for now.

All five of the daemons slept in different parts of the room with their respective blankets. Noi slept on the couch, Leif slept by Ava’s door, Pierce slept on the table, and Rhys and Asch in the kitchen area. Rhys was more closer to the fridge while Asch was closer to the oven as that’s where they were most comfortable.

Asch still couldn’t sleep, as he was still thinking on what Leif said.

“Hey Rhys…you awake?” He poked at Rhys’s shoulder.

“Hmm..? Yes…anything for you my prince..” said Rhys, who clearly wasn’t awake a second ago.

“What you said before we came here in my room…you meant that right?” Asch didn’t think he could take another one of Rhys’s ‘nah actually I said that because I don’t know normal social interaction I just saw two people say it!!!’ It annoyed the fuck outta him. No matter how cute it was to see him admit it. Wait what?

“If you’re talking about me thinking you’d make a great king then yes, I did mean it.” Rhys stated, feeling a bit more awake by now.

“haha…what about the me being good looking bit?” Asch said jokingly. He fully expected Rhys to pull that copying what two other people said thing now.

“Yes actually, but to be fair, it’s an objective truth.” Rhys said sounding like he was about to drift off back to sleep.

“I fucking knew it…Rhys you’re fine the way you-“ Asch then processed what Rhys just said.

“Y-You…huh?” But by that time Rhys was already fast asleep. Leaving Asch to deal with how much harder his heart was pounding in his chest.

WAHHHH once again sorry for making yall wait for this short ass chapter. Turns out story making is hard😃*dying inside* next chapter might be long it might not it genuinely depends on how I feel. also I wanna post this on ao3 one day but that requires me to not be lazy and get an invitation and wait and like…🧍🏾‍♀️I ain’t doing that like Ik it’s prob not that big of a deal but STILL. So I’m thinking wattpad but that place has a lot of MID fanfics unlike ao3 so I’ll legit just be like a drop of water in the ocean. Idk 3 people that liked this tell me what I should do. Also I didn’t do that dumb text divided thing!! Pls don’t ask me why I did that I think I was possessed by an obnoxious person. And im gonna add more tags that was lowkey a dumbass decision on my part not to lol. Kk bye now imma go jump off a cliff until next episode ✌🏾

[rotblut]

Likes and dislikes about Sweet Home S2? Saw you gave it 1 star on MDL (agree☠️) and I luv reading your opinions!

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ok, first s2 was useless. in my humble opinion, at least 80% of the storyline was a waste of time and money. it felt more like filler scenes to me overall. the new minor side characters were flat, generic, annoying, and overall unlikeable and felt out of place? and it's not the actor's fault because all the actors that they got for the side characters are good fucking actors that know how to act and deliver a charming performance but the writing was annoying af for them all. like the first 3 eps span a time of a few days right? in ep4 there was a 3-year-ish timejump. you'd think that the people adapted to the change of lifestyle yet they acted so useless. THE NEW CHARS DIDN'T EVEN HAVE COOL ASS WEAPONS OR FIGHTING STYLES????????? BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! especially the female chars (not wanting to call it sexism but calling it like that) in that residence whatever that was were dumb bishes. instant skip. military homoeroticism subplot??????????? don't care. should have been left in the drafts. the whole science doctor subplot?????????? generic shit that's overused in that kind of drama. who carers about the scientific reason and how to get a cure or whatever they tried to find like??????????????? NO ONE GIVES A SINGLE FUCKING FUCK for the scientific side and they always push that side into the narrative fuck. it was an instant skip for me even tho i like oh jung se as well but that shit wasn't interesting enough or different to make me care and keep my attention focused. the fucking rapist istg instant skip was pissed off that he had all the scenes with song kang like i had to skip and when he died he came back ???????????? fuck was that for????????????? can he stay dead irl and in that drama?????? fuck

also didn't help that cha hyun soo's char for the majority of the season felt isolated and different. couldn't really connect with him because, in the first part, he had the most scenes with the rapist and was in that basement doing weird shit and being handcuffed. 2nd half definitely felt better with him being with other characters and especially with eunyoo and he was back to the guy we knew and cared about.

also lmaooooooooooooo the way they tried to include some key moments from the webtoon into season 2 but it felt flat because it made no sense and was confusing. like tthe whole title *sweet home* makes no sense anymore since the apartment complex they lived in was destroyed by the end of s1. never cared for drama jisu and webtoon jisu was a million times better but them killing drama jisu off in ep3 just like that was so underwhelming and anti-climatic and boring. it was expected ngl i knew she would be killed off but like YIKES. why even kill chars when the most annoying ass chars always come back???????????

firefighter woman and her story with renesmee????????? MESS. in a few minutes growing her belly and giving birth on top of a frozen lake, falling into that lake, idk how she pushed out that abomination and stayed alive after all that but lmaooooooo and her not giving a fuck about her daughter so daddy hyun soo had to step up and raise her only for her to want to be with her daughter again just to abuse and treat her horribly?????? ARE WE FRFR RIGHT NOW?? and i should feel some kind of love and care for her and that relationship?????? nah not on my watch. also i normally love the characters that kim shi ah plays in any drama or movie but the daughter character felt so generic and flat that i didn't give a fuck.

also the weird ass old grandpa guy with that young molester girl that was drugging chan young and pushing into his personal space???????? disliked them soooooooooo much. they were just a cheap and rude version of yuri and her old guy from s1.

more or less the writing really reused all the character tropes and relationship formats from season 1 in season 2.

perfect example was eunyoo and her subplot with park chan young (the warm and soft-hearted military guy that had million heart eyes for her). 90% of his scenes with eunyoo parallel the scenes that she had with eunhyuk in s1. literally will make a compilation set in the next few days. and don't get me wrong i kinda can see some form of *poetic parallelism* to that specific choice but it makes his character more of a eunhyuk replacement (even tho both characters are 100% different from each other when it comes to their personalities and the only common thing they have is wanting to protect eunyoo). but i still kinda wished that they went into a different way and made their scenes more original and not just a copy of her and eunhyuk's scenes from s1. but i did enjoy their dynamic compared to the other shit we got but the sparks were missing for most of their scenes. it was nice and the 2 of them together definitely carried the season overall. he was such a babygirl it was def cute the way he was just willing to support her even tho she pushed him a way all of the time. ngl i would have loved for her to have more flashbacks from s1 with her and eunhyuk or her alone in this season and that we haven't seen before. because I'm sure when they filmed s1 they filmed some more scenes that didn't make it. I feel like cha hyun soo was underused and he hardly showed up at all in a lot of the episodes. minshi definitely had the most screen time and i think was the true main character of this season because her goal and arc were consistent from start to finish whereas the other character arcs changed or stopped completely and felt flat.

also, i don't even complain about the cgi because for me that's just the aesthetic and vibe at this point and i feel like they embrace the tacky-looking cgi and honestly it was giving camp and really funny to me. the lil baby monster was cute i hope it shows up in s3. all the other monsters were whatever tho like wasn't really interested in them. and since people complained about the lack of monsters in s1 the director included a bunch just so people wouldn't complain this time around and tick it off from the list. the background ost was also better this time around i think. idk what else to write but yeah that's it for now.

ngl I'll be sat for summer 2024 and s3 just so i'll get full-time eunyoo+eunhyuk back on the menu. we're so fucking back!

tell me what was pissing you off as well and what you liked

[bluskye-27]

Hi Skye!! How are you feeling today??

I wanted to ask if you could please do some headcanons with Sabo, Zoro and Marco (and why not whoever you like most if you want 😉) on how they would confess their feelings for a f!reader who is a little shy and doesn’t believe them at first because “it’s too good to be true”, but has the same romantic feelings for them.

Thank you so much for reading and have a great week!!!!

Sabo, Zoro, Marco & Ace confessing to Fem! S/O

Summary: They like you A LOT. Why can't you just believe them?

Sabo the Revolutionary:

- Sabo's a calculative man so he'll do his calculations first before confessing to you.

- He knows you're a shy person so he'll do it privately

- Man's have the most beautiful handwriting in the New World and Grandline, no joke

- Must be because of his stupid noble genes...

- Anyway-

- Sabo will definitely take advantage of his beautiful penmanship and write you a cheesy af letter

- "L(ove you)

O(nly you)

V(ery, very much)

E(veryday)

U(ntil the end of time)"

- I got this from Google btw, don't know who's the author tho (I added the U because I felt like it)

- Once you got his letter, you almost fainted in shock and embarrassment. Thankfully Koala was there to catch you :3

- You went to Sabo to confirm his confession and he did, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead when you arrived at his office

- And you successfully fainted this time :D

- Gosh, you lucky bastard (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)<3

Roronoa Zoro:

- Zoro is a very straightforward person and he'll definitely do it on the most random time ever

- You and your crew would probably be fighting some enemy pirates.

- You didn't notice someone sneaking up to you and when you did, Zoro already beaten them up.

- Mossy would look at you worriedly before accidentally blurting out his feelings

- Must definitely be the adrenaline XD

- "I like you."

- OMG! Girl, you'll definitely be stunned for the next few minutes, not believing what he had just said. You would gape at him like, "Bish, wut?"

- Zoro will smirk at you smugly until he gets kicked on the head by Sanji for "distracting you with his mossiness" or something XD

- Later after the battle, he'll pull you to somewhere and tells you that his feelings were real

- Let's just say Zoro kissed you to make you believe him ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Marco the Phoenix:

- You were one of Marco's division members on this scenario bestie

- Probably one of the doctors too

- Since you were pretty shy and oblivious towards his flirty advances, Marco knew you're pretty serious whenever someone got hurt

- So he pretended to be hurt

- Yep, you heard me right

- Birb here would feign a fever when it's just the two of you in the infirmary

- As a caring person in general, you immediately told him to lay down on a cot to treat him

- When you fawn over him, he'll immediately blurt out a stupid medical pickup line with a serious face

- "I don't want an apple a day because I don't you to go away." And then he smirk

- With that, your face turned so red that it looks like you have a fever XD

- You asked him if what he said was true and motherfucker told you another stupid line

- "My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you." *winks*

- Yep, he definitely loves you

(Got those from Google, credits to the Author/s!)

Portgas D. Ace:

- Ace is nervous. Like REALLY nervous

- He would pace around the room to think about ways on confessing his long time feelings to you

- "Oh, how about-! Nah, that's too lame. Or I could- Pfft, sounds stupid. What if I- GAH! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" Man's so frustrated with himself he sulks all day long

- His older brothers took noticed of it so they pulled him away to know what's up with him

- Marco, Thatch & Izo probably laughed at him first before helping him to think of a plan

- Once they anchored at a new island, Ace would ran off, leaving a huge trail of dust at his wake. He would find the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers. And then he finds you, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

- Ace will take you to a cliff that overlook the sea. You were confused at first until he confesses, it'll be with the bouquet of your favorite flowers literally shoved in front of you with his bashful smile.

- Ace will blush 50 shades of red before blurting out his love for you

- "I LOVE YOU!" His voice probably cracked at the end due to extreme nervousness XD

- At first, you were in disbelief, looks around to search for Ace's possible accomplices because you think it's a prank. And when you didn't find anyone, you'll look back at Ace, gaping

- Flame boi finally regained his cocky confidence and repeated his confession to you

- In the end, you ended up with a clingy and very affectionate Ace by your side when you guys returned to the Moby Dick

- Thatch, Marco & Izo would clap at him, giving him thumbs-up's of approval

Hello, Anon! So sorry for the late answer! I'm doing fine, thanks for asking! Also, I hope you like this one XO!

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Scrapyard

Ingo takes out the trash every night as long as Emmet does the dishes. One night, he meets a new friend by the dumpster.

Word Count: ~2600

CWs: mild violence

The twins had separate chores to do daily, weekly, and bi-weekly. Each of them cared for their own Pokemon, occasionally spoiling the other’s a little bit. They worked together to keep their room clean and every week, they’d take turns on who cleaned their bathroom or the kitchen and living room. They’d switch out on laundry. Their mother loved to say they were well-behaved boys. 

Every night, though, they had a pact. Emmet would do the dishes as long as Ingo took out the trash. He couldn’t stand the smell and Ingo couldn’t stand the feeling of wet food on the dishes. Every night, Ingo would gather up all the trash made by themselves and their Pokemon and carry it out to the dumpster behind their house. 

It was one of these nights, they were in their early teens and taking a break from their Pokemon journey, when Ingo was out back, grumbling about something he had heard that day in town. He tossed the black bag into the pile angrily, beginning to turn away-

He heard a startled grunt. 

Ingo turned back to the dumpster, scrutinizing it. It smelled bad and it was full of trash, but otherwise it just seemed like a normal dumpster. He waited for a moment. 

Something moved inside. 

“Hello?” he called out. “Is someone in there?” It was quiet again for a minute. 

“Bish?” came a small call from deep within the dumpster. Ingo hopped up, looking in. 

“Do you need help?” he asked. “I can help you if you’re stuck.” 

Something rustled. Then Ingo realized it was one of the trash bags, moving around. It looked at him with wide eyes, a small frown on its face. “Bish…” It sounded pitiful. 

“Oh, uh… hello. Are you alright?” he asked it awkwardly. 

It moved again and grunted. “Trubb…” Ingo noticed that the outer bag that made up its body had a rip in it, letting all the other trash inside of it loose. 

“Oh. I… Hold on just a second, I think I can help you.” He ran back home, sneaking into the garage and grabbing a thick roll of industrial tape. He ran back out and to the garbage, clutching the silver roll tightly, hoping he hadn’t been seen. He hopped up and saw the little creature still there, nursing its ripped side. “May I see it? I can patch you up if you’d like.” The Pokemon looked up at him. It seemed scared. “See? I got some tape. I didn’t think sewing it up would do much, but I can use this until it heals back up on its own. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He showed it the tape, even unwinding some of it. “It’s just duct tape. It’ll hold you together until you get to your next destination.” 

The Pokemon looked at him suspiciously before finally moving its ‘arm’ out of the way, fully exposing its side. Ingo carefully applied a few pieces of tape, ripping them with his hands. One long one to cover the main gash, and a couple smaller ones to make sure it didn’t fall off too easily. Then he patted it all down gently, ensuring that it wouldn’t come undone. When he was done, he patted the top of the Pokemon’s head - bag? The things that looked like ears perked up some. “There you go, don’t get into too many other scuffles while you heal. I need to go back before my mother starts looking for me. Good luck, little passenger.” He hopped out of the dumpster as the Pokemon called out happily at him. He entered the house and was interrogated on his whereabouts. He said that the trash had fallen open and he’d had to clean it up. He took a long shower that night to get rid of the smell. 

The next day, Ingo was surprised to find the Pokemon still there. It emerged from behind the dumpster this time, croaking at him. He cocked his head, squatting down to its level. “Oh, hello, again, passenger. Are you feeling any better today?” It hopped up and down, squealing in a deep voice. It seemed to be happier. “Well, I am glad to hear it. Are you lost? I do not recognize you from around here.” It nodded at him. “I see. Me and my brother were hoping to continue our Pokemon journey sometime at the end of this month. If you are still in the area, perhaps we can conduct you to your home?” 

The Pokemon looked at him oddly. Then it shook its head. 

“You do not wish to return to your home station?” he asked incredulously. 

It shook its head again and gestured to the tape still shining on its side. And Ingo understood. 

“You got hurt where you were before, didn’t you?” It nodded at him. He considered this information for a bit. “I do not see why you could not stay here for some time. What kind of fuel do you prefer? I cannot promise home-cooked food but-” The Pokemon shook its head, cutting him off. It gestured to the bag of trash in his hand. “This?” he asked, setting it down. It waddled over, untying the bag with ease and hopping inside before beginning to eat the trash within. “Oh!” His eyes gleamed with newfound understanding. “You eat garbage! I see now. Well you are welcome to this, then, we are done with it. I will see you again soon, little passenger!” And Ingo hopped off home, making sure that he was able to shower quickly. 

A full week went by in this manner. Ingo would greet the creature, which he found out was called Trubbish, giving it his trash and bidding it a good night. Every night, the Pokemon waited for him and chirped at him happily. He understood that its belches were extremely toxic, so he asked it if it was possible for it to wait until he was not around for it so expel the gas, which it did not seem to mind. Otherwise, he did not tell others about its existence (other than Emmet, of course). Adults seemed to think them a nuisance. Trubbish was not a nuisance, it was just hungry! 

It was the eleventh day since Ingo had first found Trubbish that the trouble started. Ingo heard shouting by the dumpster and ran over to see what was the matter. He laid his bag on the ground as he took in the scene before him. 

One of his neighbors was outside and taking out the trash, which was odd. Ingo was usually the only one to take out the garbage this late. The woman was standing back, waving a broom at the dumpster. “Madam?” Ingo asked politely. She whipped her head up to see the boy. 

“Ingo! Oh, thank goodness you are here. Could you get rid of this nasty creature? It keeps eating the garbage and its being a general pest!” Ingo knitted his brows and looked around to see what she was referring to. A small Trubbish huddled in the corner, whining as it covered its eyes with its trash arms. Silver tape gleamed on its side. 

“Ah! There she is. Mrs. Johnson, this is no pest. This friendly little Pokemon has been assisting me for several nights now. She is quite a good conversationalist.” Ingo knelt down and patted the Trubbish on the head, making it look up. She reached around and hugged him tightly. She was scared. 

“Ingo, do you not know what that is?” Mrs. Johnson asked him, still holding the broom. 

“Well, of course. She is a Trubbish.” He stood in front of her, turning back to face the neighbor as he cocked his head. He could feel Trubbish rubbing against his ankles. 

“Trubbish can send people to the hospital, boy. That thing is dangerous to keep around!” 

“Only if they belch directly at you. I kindly asked this one to wait until people were not around to expel the gasses, and it agreed. There is not much danger to be had from this little one.” He could feel it nodding behind him. 

“The other neighbors are not going to like this. Have you been feeding it?” 

“I allow it to consume any waste I bring out. It’s not like I need it anymore,” he said honestly. 

“Now it’s never going to leave!” she shouted. “Now we have to call Pokemon Control to come get it-”

“You do not have to! She is perfectly friendly!” Ingo shouted, exasperated. 

“And if she doesn’t get enough trash? Then what? She starts rooting into our houses and getting into our kitchens!” 

“I do not think she would do that, Mrs. Johnson.” He was beginning to get annoyed. Couldn’t she see that Trubbish just wanted to help? 

“Ingo, I understand you think that she is just a baby, but she’s not going to stay that way. She stinks, she’s ugly, and she-” 

“Bish…” Ingo felt the Pokemon vanish from his side. He turned and watched it take off into the woods. 

“Trubbish!” Ingo turned and ran, not sparing another glance at the woman. He was angry. Night had already fallen as he tumbled through the trees, trying desperately to find the Pokemon. “Trubbish! Where are you?” Ingo listened hard and heard nothing in the forest. He couldn’t smell her anymore, either. “Trubbish, please come back!” He continued wandering into the forest. He was going to find his new friend. 

Rustling behind him. “Trubbish?” Ingo whirled to see a few pairs of glowing eyes staring directly at him. Ingo shuddered. Watchog. “I apologize, I am looking for my friend. She is a Trubbish. Have you seen-” The largest one lunged at him, opening its mouth with massive front teeth coming directly for his arm. He jumped out of the way. “Hey!” A second one lunged for him next, squeaking in displeasure. Ingo tripped on something unseen and rolled, barely avoiding getting bitten. “Please! I just want to find her!” The first one hopped over him and opened its mouth, lunging for him-

It was hit aside by something strong. It fell off Ingo, allowing him to scramble up and stand back. The Watchog was laying on the ground, winded. A sound like bubbling tar met Ingo’s ears and he could smell the rank odor of toxin all around him. He did not feel affected by it. 

“Trubbish.” Ingo could not see it in the darkness, but he could hear her. One of the Watchog made a dive for Ingo, only to be knocked back by a ball of pure poison, hitting it out of the air and knocking it into a tree, where it fainted. Three more pairs of eyes growled. One made a direct lunge at Trubbish, its fangs glistening. Ingo heard a ripping sound. He typed out a message on his Xtrans to Emmet frantically as he grabbed the Watchog himself and threw it off of Trubbish. 

“Trubbish? Are you alright?” Ingo tried to find her, but felt himself shoved aside by a lumpy arm. 

“Trubbish.” The Pokemon inhaled deeply and belched, all over all the Watchog. He heard them cry out as their eyes were now full of stinging toxins. Then her arms began to glow, reflecting in her attacker’s eyes as she whipped around, much too fast for what Ingo would expect, delivering two precise hits to the face of the smallest Watchog. It was launched clear away from the battlefield from the force. She turned, her arms still emitting a soft golden light. Another attacker lunged forward and sank its teeth into her bag, making her screech in pain as she spewed toxic sludge, she whirled around trying to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge, it kept swinging and sinking its teeth deeper and deeper into the Pokemon as Ingo screamed-

“Klink, Thundershock!” A yellow flash of light shot at the Watchog on Trubbish, blowing it clean off of her and knocking it onto the ground. “Litwick, Fire Spin that last one!” Another flash of light and a flare of blue fire and the last attacker was down for the count. 

Ingo immediately scrambled up, running to the Trubbish and holding her. She was knocked out. Her bag was ripped terribly, pieces of garbage falling out of her. Ingo lifted her up. She was heavy, but he didn’t care. He got to his feet. “Home. We need to get her home. She’s hurting.” 

Emmet nodded, his silver eyes glinting in the light offered by the Litwick on his shoulder. He recalled Klink to its ball and led the way home, making sure Ingo was keeping up. Ingo did not realize how far he’d run. It seemed like a very, very long walk back to their house. Emmet opened the door and Ingo rushed in, still gripping the Trubbish tightly. He immediately took her to their shared room, laying her gently on the floor. Emmet handed him potions and a revive without a word. He pushed it past her teeth, helping her to chew it as he bandaged her bag and sprayed her wounds. She managed to slowly wake up. She blinked sluggishly. 

Ingo sat with her, watching her intently. “Trubbish? Are you feeling alright? Can I get you anything?” The Pokemon rolled up, looking around. 

“Bish?...” She looked up at Ingo in confusion. 

“This is my room. We brought you home after the Watchog attack.” Trubbish blinked, looking at Emmet. Klink gently turned beside him, its constant clicking noises soothing. Litwick waddled over, waving at the Trubbish. “Ah, yes. This is my twin, Emmet. This is our partner, Klink, and our other Pokemon, Litwick, Eelektrik, and Joltik.” Eelektrik popped its head out from behind Emmet. Joltik waved its foreleg from Emmet’s shoulder. Emmet also smiled, waving at the Trubbish. 

Trubbish crept closer to Ingo’s side. She seemed shy. “It’s alright, none of us are going to hurt you, we promise. They got the rest of the Watchog off of us and got us home safely.” Emmet nodded. She looked around, her ears still drooping slightly. “Me and Emmet were going to continue our Pokemon journey soon. We can keep you here until we leave, and then find somewhere safe for you to live. Would you like that?” Ingo asked her gently. 

She wrapped her lumpy arms around him, burying her face in his shirt. She shook her head. 

A small belch sounded from her. 

Ingo immediately made to cover his nose, having heard what the gasses can do, worried he had already inhaled it. 

“What are you doing? Nothing smells?” Emmet asked him, his normal grin tinged with confusion. 

Ingo removed his shirt, knitting his brows. Emmet was right. It didn’t smell in the slightest. His eyes widened a fraction as he patted Trubbish’s back. “Do you trust me?” he asked her. 

She looked up at him, her eyes large and pleading. She nodded. Ingo could feel his own version of a smile creeping onto his face. 

“How would you like to join our team? We still have space for a few more members. A poison type would be a huge asset to us, and you can help make my trash job easier.” Trubbish squealed and hugged him again. Ingo chuckled and wrapped her in his arms. “Emmet?” Emmet passed him a Pokeball, which he pressed to her head softly. The ball clicked. He brought her back out, pulling her onto his lap and grinning at her. “Welcome to the team, then, Trubbish. Would you like a nickname?” She looked at him quizzically. “What if I called you Scrapyard? Scrappy for short?” Trubbish smiled at him. Ingo laughed as she tucked herself into his body, grunting with happiness at him. 

Emmet clapped his hands. The other Pokemon cooed in delight and crowded around, all eager to get to know the latest member of their team.

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[drabbles-mc]

Bookworm

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Warnings: mild language, Bish being a cutie

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This was just a random little thing that’s been sitting in my WIP folder for ages so I figured I’d wrap it up. Idk if I originally had more in mind for this story when I started it forever ago but oh well haha. Just a cutesy lil ficlet. Hope you enjoy!

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You were lying on your back on the picnic table outside the clubhouse. You were nose-deep in your newest book purchase and completely unaware of everything that was going on around. The only reason you had turned up at the clubhouse at all was to see Bishop, but they had been in Templo when you got there. You asked EZ how long it was going to be and the look on his face told you that you were going to be waiting for a while. You didn’t mind, though, because your book was waiting in the back seat begging to be torn into.

You didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, or all of the footsteps coming out of the clubhouse. All of the guys walked by you, chuckling to themselves as you were still completely tuned out of reality. They even tried waving to you but your eyes were locked on the words in front of you.

Bishop was the last to walk out, and he smiled when he saw you sprawled across the table. You had your water bottle perched on the bench within easy reach, and your phone resting next to your head so you would hear it vibrate if someone was trying to reach you. You were in your ideal setup and he hated the thought of disturbing you, so he didn’t.

He sat on the bench opposite your water bottle and silently took out his phone and a cigarette. You didn’t hear the click of the lighter or even notice the smoke. He silently took a picture of you on his phone, something to look at and make him smile later. He was content to sit in silence with you and soak up the feeling of being in your presence. It wasn’t often that he got to see you so engulfed in something that you were doing. You were always trying to do everything for everyone else and he loved the fact that you got to have a few minutes to yourself.

Without taking your eyes off the pages, you reached over blindly and grabbed your water bottle, taking a sip, still not noticing that Bishop was sitting at the table with you. He tried to stifle a laugh but failed, and it snapped you back to reality.

“Holy shit,” you gasped as you dropped your book, having it hit you in the face before you pulled it down to your chest so you could see him, “How long have you been there?”

He chuckled and shrugged, “Five, maybe ten minutes.”

“I’m so sorry,” you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, “Why didn’t you say something?”

He leaned down and kissed you while you were still lying on the table, “You looked so peaceful, querida, I couldn’t disturb you.”

You smiled as you put your bookmark in before setting it off to the side. You sat up, propping yourself up on your hands, “You’re very considerate.”

“New book?” he nodded towards the novel resting in your lap.

You nodded excitedly, “Bought it a couple days ago. When EZ said you guys were going to be in Templo for a while I figured I would get some reading done. And maybe catch a little bit of sun while I hung around waiting for you,” you smiled.

He rested his hand on your thigh, tracing his thumb across it, “It’s nice having you here.”

“Yea? You don’t feel suffocated when I’m hanging around here on my days off?”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your leg, “It’s like having the feeling of knowing I’m coming home to you, but I don’t even have to wait to come home.”

You beamed—he was such a sap when he wanted to be. You hadn’t been expecting that from him initially, especially when you saw the way that he spoke with the guys in the club, but when it was just the two of you, he was so much softer. On more than one occasion you had come home from a long day of work and he already had dinner ready for you, along with your favorite show on and your blankets ready. He had even let you talk him into doing a couple’s massage (and ever since he had been asking to go for another one and you didn’t hold it against him). For someone who was so tough, he was putty in your hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you reading before.”

You smiled and shrugged as you swung your legs so your feet were on the bench next to him, “I usually only read when I’m alone. I kinda, as you can see,” you laughed, “tend to tune everything out. I don’t want to ignore you when I’m with you.”

“I don’t want you thinking that you have to be alone to do things that you enjoy,” he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“And just leave you to sit there and stare at me like a creep?” you laughed.

“I could think of worse ways to spend my time.”

You reached out, gently cradling one side of his face in your hand as you smiled, “Who woulda thought that el presidente was such a softie, hm?”

He chuckled as he leaned into the palm of your hand, “And who woulda thought that you were such a bookworm?”

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, “Well, in all honesty, EZ definitely knew,” you laughed, “We swap books all the time.”

“Seriously?”

You nodded, “Seriously. Maybe one of these days you’ll walk out here and see him sprawled out on the table reading.”

“Maybe,” he laughed and shook his head, “But I won’t hang around to watch.”

“Ah,” you positioned yourself so that you were sitting directly in front of him, one foot on the bench on either side of him, “the lurking is saved just for me?”

He rested one hand on each of your thighs, his thumbs tracing lightly back and forth, “Just for you.”

[enamoured-x]

Sweet Release | Part 2

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: Things don’t go as planned when you attend Ez’s party. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst

Word count: 4.8k

Excerpt: “Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin.”

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a/n: thank you for all the love on this mini series! With that being said there will be a part 3 and it will be the final part! Enjoy! (part 1 can be found here)

Part 2

One long fucking month. Since the day you left Angel at the clubhouse with his come leaking out of you, you had been a wreck. Honestly, you were proud of yourself for holding it together so well when you broke the news to him. Maybe because you knew eventually you’d break. You were a mess. Hating Angel for what he put you through, hating that he led you to walk out on him in the first place. He tried calling every day for the first two weeks and then it simmered down to a call every few days. None of which you answered. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to block his number just yet. You still cared for him, still wanted to be able for him to reach out if something was wrong as long as it didn’t pertain to your failed relationship. You didn’t want to talk about how stupid that logic was because you knew keeping his number was because a part of you still wanted it to work. 

You played with the idea of maybe. But you couldn’t tell him that because you weren’t sure. You put yourself through all of his shit already and if he was going to do it all over again if you gave him a second chance you’d kill him. It would kill you. With that being said, you were going to let this play out. You knew you were supposed to get over him, knew you made a choice that day to end it with him. But a girl could dream that he’d make some grand gesture to win you back like in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie and Angel definitely wasn’t the romantic male protagonist. 

“Angel’s a mess.” You glared at Ez for bringing him up. You ignored his comment and sipped your coffee. You and Ez still kept in close contact over the month, sharing funny videos and checking in, just the usual stuff. Today he invited you to hang out and catch up since you hadn’t seen him since that day and you had agreed, happy to go somewhere that wasn’t work or your home. Happy to see your friend again.

“How’s pops?” You asked, trying to get the topic off Angel. You weren’t here to talk about Angel, he made his bed and now he could lay in it. If you were open to the idea of giving him a second chance, and that was a big if, he would need to do a lot more than having Ez tell you how miserable he’s been. You had been a wreck long before you broke up with him, he deserved to know what it felt like. 

Ez sighed and didn’t bring up Angel again, “he’s fine, he sends his best.” You nodded, making it a point to stop by soon and say hi, just because you and Angel broke up didn’t mean you couldn’t be friendly with his family still. They were practically your family. 

Ez twiddled with his coffee cup and you sighed. 

“Go ahead.” You told him, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. The outside seating offered you a breath of fresh air you desperately needed when talking about the one and only Angel Reyes. 

He stopped his movements and looked up at you, “what?”

“You obviously either have an opinion on the breakup or you told Angel you were meeting me and he asked you to tell me something for him. Hell, maybe you only asked to hangout with me to deliver a message. Whatever it is, spill it, Reyes.” You knew Ez enough to know when something was on his mind or when he was holding back. This was one of those times. You weren’t exactly mad at him for it but after your grief died out, you were just confused about Angel. You knew you made the right choice at the time but it didn’t mean you still didn’t miss him. It didn’t mean you were over him. 

Ez held his hands up, “I swear I just wanted to see you. No secret motive. If Angel wants to work things out with you, he can do it himself, I'm not his messenger.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He was still holding back. He may not be there for some ulterior motive but there was something. 

“You know I’m getting patched in…” He trailed off and you nodded your head. You were excited for him when he told you the news a few weeks ago. Ez had put all his time and effort in the club and he was finally going to become an official member. He deserved it. 

“The club is throwing me a party.” He stated and you shook your head. 

“No.” He scoffed at your answer and sat up. 

“Come on, you have to come. You don’t have to talk to Angel, just stay with me the whole time.” He begged. You groaned at the idea. 

“Ez, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s the best idea.” Showing up to the clubhouse just a month after you broke up with Angel and fucked him in the middle of it was probably not the greatest idea. 

“Please. You’re my only friend outside of the club, I want you there.” Ez’s brown eyes pleaded with you. You were his only friend and as that friend you owed it to him to show your support, even if it meant having to see your ex again. 

You bit your lip and Ez smiled, knowing he had you. 

“Fine, but I’ll be glued to your side the whole time you’ll regret asking me to come.” You pointed at him and he laughed. 

“This should be fun.”

You should’ve taken that as a warning. 

You hated the fact that you were putting effort into what you were wearing to the party. Trying on basically all the clothes in your closet. You figured if you were going to see Angel you had better make it good. Eventually you settled on a simple red summer dress, flowy enough to be innocent but short enough to showcase your legs. You opted for some white sneakers with it, deciding that you were definitely not going to dress up to this thing, Angel or no Angel. Either way, this night wasn’t about him or you, it was Ez’s night and you were going to be there to support him. 

Your nerves got the best of you when you pulled into the packed scrapyard, Chucky directed you where to park and you took a deep breath before stepping out. The party was already in full swing, people scattered outside and around the fire, already drinking and having a good time. 

“Hey, you made it.” Ez said as he walked up to you as you made your way toward the clubhouse. You had yet to spot Angel and you were thankful for it. 

“I told you I would come.” You pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and then led you inside. 

“Thought you might back out last minute.” He shrugged. You were about to say something when you saw him. The man who had taken up space in your mind this past month. The man you left after reaching one last high with him. He was laughing at something Coco said, his smile not reaching his eyes. You could tell that what Ez told you had been true, that he was miserable. He looked good, just not all there. Both men were standing against the wall, what stirred jealousy in you was one of the club hang arounds to his left touching his arm. You swallowed hard, you forgot that before you and Angel got together, he was a hot commodity amongst Vicky’s girls. Now that he was off the market, you were sure the women were jumping at the chance to share his bed, they probably already had. Lead filled your stomach once again. 

You were about to turn to Ez to take the beer bottle from him when Angel finally looked over and stopped in his tracks. Gone was the smile and in its place was shock. You stared back at him, into those dark brown eyes you loved so much. Seeing him stung more than you cared to admit but you held strong. 

“You good?” Ez’s words snapped you out of your trance and you turned to him, finally taking the bottle from his hands. 

“You didn’t tell him I was coming?” You asked him as he led you over to take a seat at the bar. He looked guilty. 

“If I had he probably would’ve been by the gates waiting for you. Figured this was better.” You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Hermosa, haven’t seen you in a while.” You turned around to face Bishop. A genuine smile lit up your face and you got up to hug him. He graciously accepted, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you go. Bishop was always so kind to you, always so supportive of yours and Angel’s relationship. 

“Hey, Bish. How are you?” 

“I’m doing good. How are you? Which Reyes brother are you really here for?” He teased you and Ez chuckled. Obviously the club knew about yours and Angel’s split but he still welcomed you with open arms despite it. You were thankful for it. 

“Very funny, but I’m here for Ez.” He laughed and placed a kiss on your temple before excusing himself. 

“Is he still looking over here?” You asked Ez, bringing the bottle up to your lips and taking a sip of the cold liquid. You welcomed the alcohol as it sat in your stomach. 

“Yup and Vicky’s girl does not seem too happy about that.” You felt a sliver of satisfaction run through you. But Angel wasn’t yours, you made that clear. So you had absolutely no right to be jealous, you had no claim over him anymore. At least not in that way but with the way you felt his eyes on your body, you knew you still had some sort of pull over him. He had that same pull over you but tonight was not the night for that. 

“Let’s get you drunk, Eziekiel. You deserve it.” You changed the subject. You weren’t going to sit here and talk about Angel who was a few feet from you during Ez’s party. No, you were going to celebrate the man of the hour. Your friend, arguably your best friend. Also arguably your only friend. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Ez was a bit tipsy but not nowhere near drunk after many rounds of beers and a few shots. You on the other hand kept it to three beers and then opted for some water, not really one to drink all that much. That didn’t mean that you weren’t having fun though. Coco had eventually came over to talk to you during the night and you were glad none of the men held any animosity towards you. It felt nice to see them again and you could honestly say you were glad you came. 

“Six o’clock, mamas.” Coco said and nodded behind you, you were turning around completely ready to see Angel. You were surprised he hadn’t tried to get your attention sooner seeing as how he still tried to contact you weekly. But it wasn’t Angel. The man who now stood in front of you was a stranger, albeit a very handsome stranger who was part of another charter by the patch on his vest. He was tall enough to tower over you, his dark eyes pulling you in. He ran his hand through his raven black hair and smiled at you, even with his facial hair you could still see prominent dimples. 

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m Jay. And you are?” He stuck his tattooed hand out for you to take and you took it into your own. Jay was a tall glass of water, honestly a wet dream. Just not yours. But he could be. At least for tonight. A rebound wasn’t a terrible idea but you guessed there had to have been some rule about finding a rebound at the party of your ex boyfriend's brother’s party while he stood just a few feet away. You still introduced yourself nonetheless. You were a bit too distracted to notice Coco and Ez had left you to your own devices. 

“So, what brings you to this party?”

“I’m a friend of Ez’s.” You told him. You swore you could still feel Angel’s eyes burning through you, you had felt it since you locked eyes with him. Whether he was giving you your space or he really didn’t want anything to do with you tonight, you didn’t know. But judging by the same girl who was still trying to get his attention, you figured he wanted nothing to do with you tonight if it meant him getting laid. 

“Hmm,” he looked you up and down and you shifted under his gaze. You were kidding yourself if you actually thought you’d go through with a rebound. Especially with a Mayan. And you were kidding yourself if you thought a rebound was going to help. As if it was going to magically make your feelings for Angel disappear. As if sleeping with a stranger was going to give you that release you needed again, no, only Angel could do that. You hated it. 

“So, this party is dying down, I was thinking maybe you wanna get out of here?” That was extremely forward, all he knew about you was your name. But who were you kidding, guys like him didn’t care, hell, you’d be lucky if he even remembered your name. You were just about to turn him down when he trailed his hand up your thigh skimming just under your dress. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you shoved him off you and backed up.

“Woah, what the fuck.” You hissed quietly, not wanting to make a scene. He laughed.

“Oh, come on. You're not here for Ez, you’re here to get laid.” What the fuck. You were about to tell him off before a hand wrapped around your waist and a warm body pulled you into his side. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was but you looked up anyways. Angel. Your damn angel.

“You touching my girl, homie?” He asked him, ice in his tone. You were surprised the guy wasn’t on the floor already, Angel’s girlfriend or not, he didn’t like people touching you if you weren’t willing. Maybe he knew punching a guys lights out right now was no way to win you back and it was definitely not needed at Ez’s patched-in party. 

“Nah, man. Sorry, I didn’t know she was yours.” You scoffed.

“I’m not anyones.” You weren’t going to cause a scene but you hated men like this, men who thought women were just objects. You felt bad for the girl he would somehow convince to go home with him. 

“Get fucking lost or we’re gonna have a problem.” Angel told him, fingers tightening on your waist. Your skin ignited at his touch, at him being so close, at his cologne infiltrating your senses once again. It all felt like home. You hated it. The guy held his hands up as he walked away mumbling curses under his breath. Before you could say anything to Angel, he was whispering in your ear. 

“We need to talk. Now.” He didn’t give you room to argue as he led you down the hall and into his dorm room, closing the door. You didn’t like this. You didn’t trust yourself to be alone in a room with Angel right now. Give it another month or two then maybe, but right now? When your breakup was still a month fresh? No. It was dangerous. Angel turned to face you and you crossed your arms looking anywhere but at him, not wanting to look into his eyes. Not wanting to lose yourself in him. 

“What do you want to talk about?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. 

“Us. You coming here dressed like that.” He motioned to your dress.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Angel. What’s done is done.” You explained, biting your lip. Seeing him one foot away, eyes locked on you, it was a bit too much. One month was not nearly long enough to get over Angel Reyes. Hell, you didn’t think any amount of time would be sufficient. He was a damn drug, one you couldn’t stay off of.

“So you came here to torture me? Rub it in my face? I fucking miss you and you come to my clubhouse and act like everything’s cool? Act like I didn’t mean shit to you?” He was angry, that was easy to see. But you could tell his tone carried a deep hurt, one he was desperately trying to contain. Your heart ached. You wanted him to hurt, at first. But now seeing him, seeing the desperation and anguish in his eyes? This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t like hurting the people you loved, even if they hurt you. 

“Angel, that wasn’t my intention. Ez asked me to come and I wanted to support him. I’m not trying to hurt you.” You explained, stepping closer to him. That was also dangerous, you should be on the other side of the room, not a few inches away from him. 

“Too fucking late.” He ran his ring cladded fingers through his hair. 

“What do you want me to say, Angel? You hurt me, you didn’t make time for me. Our relationship was over long before that day.” It was the truth. You subconsciously knew your relationship was over with Angel before you had officially broken it off. You were just too scared to admit it to yourself, too desperate to hang onto the hope that he’d actually show up for you. But he never did and you knew it was time. 

“I know, I fucked up. I know that. But what you did that day… that was cold.” You chewed on your bottom lip. Part of you did feel bad for giving him a false sense of hope that day, using him for your release and then dropping him. But you needed to end the relationship on a high note, end it with a sweet goodbye and not a bitter storm of curses, in the end it was all just bittersweet. 

“I just… I needed you, Angel. I had missed you so much and I needed something…” You couldn’t find your words but you knew he knew what you meant, even if that day hurt like a bitch for him. He stepped forward, making a move to grab your arm but you backed up and shook your head. 

“Mami, please…” He begged, this time you went still as he grabbed your arm with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other. Your body buzzed to life at his touch, like Angel flipped a switch and you were back on again, like you were just being dragged through life this past month on auto pilot, like he had finally given you the reins back to your body. 

“Angel…” You were weak, your wavering voice gave you away. He leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly, his warm breath mingling with your own. You felt giddy as he surrounded you, as he invaded everything you were once again. And when he pressed his lips to yours, you melted into it. He licked along your lips and you opened your mouth, tongues sliding against each other. You moaned into it and grabbed onto his vest, trying to steady yourself at this heady feeling he gave you every time his lips were on any part of you. His hand slid to your waist and you had half a mind to snap out of your daze. You pulled away and he craned his neck, trying to chase your lips. You pushed on his chest lightly, wanting him to stop. 

“No, Angel, we can’t…” You couldn’t get hurt again. You couldn’t just fall back into him just for him to keep you at home waiting up for him and waiting on his call, and when neither came you’d be right back where you started. 

“Querida, I love you… I need you.” He whispered against your cheek. Hearing him say those words only made your heart ache worse and only made you want him more. It was damn confusing. You wanted him but you couldn’t put yourself through that shit again. 

You knew what he meant. I need you. He didn’t just need a release, he needed you. Just like that day you broke up with him, you needed him to give you that high but you quite plainly just needed him. 

“Fine. Let’s fuck and then go our separate ways.” You said, pulling him in for another kiss, needing the distraction. Not wanting to think about how fucking stupid that offer was, how fucking stupid you were. Sex wasn’t going to do anything but fill your base desire, it wasn’t going to give you back that piece of your heart that was ripped away from you when you left. He didn’t let the kiss go on more than a few seconds, pulling away, confusion and despair written all over his face. 

“What?”

“Fuck me, Angel. We need it.” You stated plainly. He shook his head and backed up from you. 

“No. I need you.” His words pricked another pain in your heart. 

“Then take me.” You offered. You were sure you had lost your damn mind. But you wanted Angel, maybe it wasn’t exactly the way you wanted him but you’d take it. 

“Fuck no. That’s not what I want.” You sighed, he wasn’t making this easy. Because it wasn’t what you wanted either. Yeah, you were desperate to feel him inside you again but it’s not truly what you wanted. 

“That’s all I can offer.” Your words came out softer than you planned, sadder. He scoffed, running his hand down his face. 

“You want a release, mami? I’ll give you one, but you’re not getting my dick. I can’t… I can’t be inside you without wanting to stay there. Can’t give you that if I know you’re just going to leave again.” You weren’t sure what he was offering. But it didn’t matter because he was more upset than he had been just a few moments ago. 

“Angel…” You shook your head not knowing what to say. Fuck, if he fucked you right now you wouldn’t want him to go anywhere either. But that wasn’t your reality. The reality was that he fucked up and sex didn’t fix it the first time and it certainly wasn’t going to fix it this time. 

“I’ll make you come on my tongue, and then you can walk out that door but you’ll walk out knowing only I can take you to heaven.” You swallowed hard at his words as he crowded your space again. Your breath hitched as he pulled you into his chest, making you look into his eyes. 

“I’m not going to stop. Not gonna stop calling, texting, not gonna stop until you give me another chance to prove to you how much I fucking love you. But right now, I’ll give you what you want. Even if it kills me.” And with that he slid to his knees. Your whole world stopped at the confession, at him kneeling before you, ready to worship you in a way only he could. The sight of him on his knees, the rush you felt as he trailed his hands up your bare thighs, it was like no other high you had ever felt. Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin. 

His lips trailed up your thighs and you threw your head back, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. His warm breath getting closer to the place you needed him most had your core clenching around nothing, had you squirming, waiting for him. 

“Fuck…” You breathed out as he lifted your dress to get his mouth right on the skin above your panties. You bit down hard on your bottom lip as you felt yourself getting wetter at his teasing. His lips skimmed your stomach before he forcefully yanked your panties down, a contrast to his gentle and slow movements. You gasped at the action but before you could react further, he buried his face in your pussy, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder in the process. You yelped at the sudden intensity, at his wet tongue sliding through your folds and flicking against your clit. 

“Oh god.” You cried, grabbing onto his hair and grinding yourself into his face. He let you, following your movements, never relenting, never taking his mouth off you. Heaven. He wasn’t wrong, only your angel could take you there. 

“Missed your taste. Missed you.” He mumbled against your slick. He said the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, but you did. You heard him and it stung but the pleasure he was also giving you was overpowering your thoughts on his confession. 

“Feels so good, Angel.” Your words spurred him on as he trailed his tongue to your hole, fucking you. You whined at the intrusion and rolled your hips and pulled his head in deeper. You were drowning again, or flying, or possibly dying. It felt too good, felt too sweet to be anything but something so fucking dangerous yet so damn exhilarating. 

You were so lost in your pleasure you almost didn’t notice the door open, Angel obviously didn’t, head still buried in your pussy. The head that peeked around the door was the same woman who had been trying to fuck Angel all night. Her eyes widened at the sight and you should’ve felt embarrassed, but all you felt was that satisfaction again. Angel was here with you, on his goddamn knees for you. Pleasuring you and wanting nothing in return. At your mercy. Your head clouded with need at the thought, not because he was here with you and not some other woman but because he’d only ever do this for you. 

You moaned a little louder and the girl snapped out of her shock and displeasure as she awkwardly closed the door. 

Now that she was gone, you were once again focused on your man. Not your man. Angel said this would kill him, he didn’t know it was going to kill you too even if you got your release. 

“Gonna come…” You cried as he flicked your clit with his tongue. You were yanking at his hair, which only made him moan and made for a sweet vibration on that bundle of nerves. You rolled your hips against his face faster, nearing the edge. The sounds his tongue and your slick were making were enough to put a porno to shame and it only brought you closer. 

“Come, let me take you there.” Heaven. You could see it behind your eyelids, could fucking feel it as your orgasm finally shot through the surface, taking you sky high. You let out a litany of curses mixed with his name, eyes watering at the intensity of your high. Earlier you didn’t know if you were flying or drowning, what you realized now was that you were flying and drowning. A mix of gasping for air while simultaneously flying right through it. 

Finally you caught a breath as your climax started to fade, Angel still licking his way through it with gentle strokes. You whined as you finally came down, finally came back to this world. He lapped you up slowly and then placed a small kiss to your clit before pulling away and looking up at you. Your breath shook as you looked into his eyes, as he kept your gaze and laced his fingers through yours. You let him. Not having the energy to fight him. He knew what this was, he said it himself before he dropped to his knees. It made you feel slightly less guilty about only taking and not giving. 

He finally got to his feet. You saw the tent in his pants but he adjusted himself and cursed under his breath. He didn’t seem to care about that though as he looked at you. You didn’t like the look. A look that held a lot of promise. His beard was slightly damp from your come and your core throbbed at the sight. He licked his lips as if he knew what you were thinking about and took your face in his hands. 

“Forgive me.” He whispered, desperate again. You knew what it was. He said he’d get you off, nothing to it, but of course there was a small part of him that thought you’d change your mind after another orgasm. 

“No.” Your words stung him, you could tell. But his face hardened and you thought he’d pull away. But instead, he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb.

“You will.” And with that promise he was walking out the door, leaving you more confused than ever. 

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hey so now can you do where togami is back to normal and he's all shy PLEASE ITS SO CUTE

Oof this one was a bit of time coming but YES, post-wolfie rich bish :3

Part 1 to this follow-up can be found here

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It had been an interesting few hours of work that night, with Celeste coaxing the full moon-afflicted Togami around the school, last-minute explanations tumbling out of her mouth when she ran into a few of her classmates who questioned why the heir, of all people, was partaking in Halloween, why he didn't seem the dress-up type, blah blah blah-

So Celeste had to explain that he was merely modeling the "fake" ears and tail for a costume company and that they had gone to the woods for an impromptu photoshoot, a generous portion of the funds being donated to the Togami corps in the end, because duh, you've got to give back to the gracious volunteer of one of the most notorious families in all of Japan.

After shooing them away, the maiden had ventured to the kitchen and, good heavens, found Yamada prancing around in a Princess Piggles getup he had obtained from Tsumugi a few floors up, rummaging around to see if he could smuggle any more candy that Monokuma may have hidden away. Celeste sneered behind a hand that shielded her eyes from the sight while Togami's ears went down and he let out a displeased huff.

Rapping her knuckles against the wall, Yamada promptly shrieked before getting blushy at the sight of Celeste, freezing up like a deer in headlights before the lady spit at him to fetch some dinner for the two of them to take back to their rooms, as she didn't want either of them to dine in the presence of...that 'pink puffball of putridness,' Celeste would later remark.

After some crudely heated chicken from that night's dinner they had missed during their woods escapade, which Togami scarfed down with no shame whatsoever, despite Celeste letting out many a giggle afterwards, she tried to usher him back to his dorm room on their walk back, only for him to stop at his door and latch onto her, a low growl vibrating through his stomach as he shoved his face in her shoulder, clearly showing an unforseen 'clingy' side and not wanting her to leave.

More giggles escaped Celeste before prying his arms off and scratching the scalp by his ears once more before bidding him goodnight and shutting the door in his face. A sound akin to a huff and a whimper was heard, followed by a scratching at the door. He was trying to get her to come back and let him out.

Celeste merely shook her head with a hint of a smile as she arrived at her own room.

"How did I get so close to that blonde oaf?"

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The next morning came, as did the new month of November, and the next phase of fall had begun. Monokuma and his Kubs had surprised the students by decorating the cafeteria overnight in garlands and wreaths of autumn leaves, along with floral arrangements at the center of each dining table.

As class 78 convened for breakfast, all except for Togami, Celeste sat alone, as per usual, sipping her tea. On occasion, she'd enjoy the company of the blonde or any of the other females in her class, especially Sakura and Asahina, for they too had a knack for tea and pastries.

About ten minutes had passed, with Celeste's eyes coming up to scan the room for any sign of Togami on more than one occasion, before he finally walked through the doors, head slightly turned down as he paced to the back corner she sat by. His hair was smoothed back down again, his ears gone, but a few strands of blonde fluff stood up messily from where they formally were.

Celeste couldn't help but hide her mouth with her hand as she giggled under her breath at the sight.

Making no eye contact with any of his classmates that either bade him a good morning or simply stared, he drew back the chair next to her and took a seat, arms crossed and head now turned down further to hide his rose-dusted cheeks as he mumbled something to himself.

"I'm sorry, come again?" Celeste politely questioned.

"...sorry you had to see me like that."

Togami? Apologizing? This only happened once in a blue moon, if at all!

"You needn't apologize, I assure you," the lady remarked, going in to smooth down the strands of hair that were still unkempt, but not before leaving a tiny, one-fingered scratch at one of the spots where his ears once were after she was done, causing him to flinch and hide his face in her shoulder again, cheeks dusting themselves a deeper pink.

"WHA- you can't just do that in here with all of them watching!"

"Trust me, dearest," she reassured. "Hardly any of them know or will if they ask."

The heir's shoulders loosened up slightly, and he sighed as his face still remained close to her shoulder, cheek now leaning against hers.

"Alright, but if anyone asks-"

"Yes, yes, I understand," Celeste prattled, making a tiny shooing gesture with her free hand. "Tell them that I was merely assisting you and Enoshima with a modeling project, I've got it."

She felt Togami nod in understanding as the two were silent for the remainder of breakfast, nobody sparing them any form of judging glance, thank goodness, as the lady finished her tea.

To be honest, she'd miss those ears until next month...

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Contaminated (2/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, blood, domestic abuse, relationship abuse, more t r a u m a.

A/N: A little Uncle Hank and Niece Lara being awkward and shy followed up by some classic girls supporting girls. Next chapter will have some more Dad Bish, he’s just currently cleaning up our girl’s mess right now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Index

Word Count: 2.3k words

Contaminated Taglist: @est1887 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

It was practically 2AM at this point as Hank and Lara sat awkwardly quiet in the van as they drove down the empty interstate. The MC van wasn’t new to her, she knew the vehicle and the man driving it well, but knowing how she left mixed with the situation that led her here made everything even more tense than imagined.

The silence was eating Hank alive so he decided to speak up. 

“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn down the air?” He asked as he went to fidget with the dials. Trying to just make the girl he looked at as a niece comfortable. 

“No, I’m ok.” She responded, hands sitting in her lap as she mindlessly played with her jewelry on her hands. 

Hank nodded and put both hands back on the wheel. A couple cars zoomed past them on the highway, but besides the occasional speeder, they were the only ones on the road. A sign that read “Oakland 5 miles” passed overhead and Lara wondered how much longer they would be driving. 

“Are you hungry or anything?” Hank spoke up after a few minutes again. He scrunched his face up after asking once he noticed Lara jump at the unexpected noise, now double guessing if that was an okay thing to ask. 

“What do you got?” Lara looked over at him curiously for the first time. She needed something to keep her mind occupied and sitting in silence was not helping.  

Hank leaned over and rummaged through the side compartment of the van. He took out a couple pieces of paper, folded up scrapyard forms, and gas receipts until he pulled out an unopened chocolate bar and a bag of peanuts. 

“The prospect always keeps junk hangin’ around.” The side smirk grew on his face as he handed them to her and shrugged.

“One man’s trash.” She said with a courteous look and opened the Hershey bar as Hank went and turned on the radio to ease the silent tension as they continued to drive.

The ride was only 10 more minutes but it felt like an eternity. If Lara was being honest, although not talking was torture for her brain, the thought of having to explain anything to Hank seemed more torturous. He was an amazing uncle– kind, thoughtful, but hard to talk to about the deep stuff, as his niece that is. She was sure when Bishop approached him on club business he had a whole different persona, I mean how else do you get to be the Sergeant at Arms of an MC?

Hank put the car in park which made Lara snap out of her thoughts and stare up at the tiny house they pulled up to. She took in the area as she climbed out of the van and made her way to the front door. Before either of them could knock the door was being opened and Francesca Loza stood there waving them in.

Lara looked around the house as Frankie and Hank whispered by the door, clearly talking about her. 

“Just look after her, you know?” Hank offered up to his daughter. 

Frankie nodded and looked at the girl who was clearly uncomfortable and decided she’d take her father’s advice. Which is why she then kicked him out. 

“Alright, go.” Frankie shooed her father out the door and he raised his hands up innocently as he walked out the door just as quickly as he entered. 

“You want some water?” Frankie asked as she walked past the girl to fill up a glass despite Lara’s lack of response. 

Lara awkwardly followed and grabbed the glass that Frankie put on the counter. 

“Alright, so we’re gonna do the quiet thing, that’s cool.” Frankie said when she realized Lara wasn’t going to speak. 

She escaped into the back hallway and Lara thought she was just going to stay back there which would leave her alone with her thoughts. But almost within seconds the girl was back in the kitchen with a bunch of folded clothes in her hand. Lara froze when she saw the clothes and then looked down at her own to see the blood all over her current outfit. A look of worry filled Lara’s face which Frankie clearly could read off of her immediately. 

“It’s not a big deal.” Frankie spoke so nonchalant you’d think they were talking about spilt milk. “You know who our dads are?” She shrugged and left the clothes on the counter as she opened the fridge looking for something to quickly put together. 

She took out some produce along with a container of meat and placed them on the counter before turning around to the island in her kitchen where Lara stood on the opposite side. 

“Do you eat meat? I have soy chorizo too, we don’t discriminate in this house.” She turned back around and grabbed the ingredients she stacked up and brought them onto the island. She paused for a minute and looked directly at Lara before speaking again.  “We just don’t tell Hank he’s eating a vegan based meal.” She smiled spreading everything out for Lara to get a look at. 

“I’m a carnivore.” Lara said her first words since entering the house and then immediately flinched at the thought of her statement. 

Frankie understood her thought process immediately, that was something great about her, she could read the room swimmingly, and all of her psychology classes made that skill even more useful. Turning around she rapidly put the beef away and replaced it with the soy chorizo. 

“Cool. Well this is a new brand so you can tell me if it passes for the real stuff cause then I can add it into Hank’s secret menu.” She smiled trying to move the conversation along as to not upset the girl and keep her calm. 

Lara laughed and nodded, grabbing the clothes but not sure where exactly to go.  

“Bathroom is down the hall to the right, my shower is broken right now otherwise I’d let you hop in, but the sink works and there’s some washcloths in the linen closet.” She pointed with the wooden spoon in her hand. 

Lara entered the bathroom and stared at herself for a couple moments. She wanted to cry but there was nothing left in her. No emotion, no tears, nothing. If anything this entire night felt like a fever dream. 

Grabbing one of the washcloths, she began to let the water run and wipe herself down from the blood and dirt currently stuck on her being. As the towel moved down her bruised arm, her mind flashed to Jesse grabbing her and slamming her against the wall. The shriek she let out when he had her pinned against the wall filled her mind like a song would when it would get stuck in your head. Her eyes shut tight and body leaned on the counter as her head dropped. Memories kept flooding her mind as she cleaned off the blood and it drained out into the sink. 

“You think you can just show up because you have nowhere to go? We broke up a month ago, Lara.” Jesse said, storming through the house. 

“I literally have nowhere else to go. I got kicked out of my old place. I have like no money because you took all of my savings and spent it on bullshit!” She said with an attitude as she chased behind him in the house.

 Lara thought this was what rock bottom looked like. Begging her shitty ex for a place to live. But looking back this moment might have been the least cringey of the day. 

“What a low life like you? No friends? Nowhere to go? Shocking.” He scoffed and pushed past her shoulder aggressively. 

Standing in the kitchen looking around, she realized there was no reason to be begging for anything from this man. He didn’t help her when they were together, he obviously wasn’t going to help her now. At this point she figured she’d try her luck at a shelter or try and get some money for a motel, you know, take things day by day. 

“Whatever I’m out of here” The attitude still dripping from her tone, rightfully so. Adding a nice eye roll and head shake as she walked by him, giving him the same shoulder check he just delivered to her. 

“You and that fucking attitude.” And with that statement his hand gripped the girl's arm practically cutting off her circulation and slammed her against the wall which caused her to shriek. 

The constraint he held on her was so tight that she could feel her skin bruising as the seconds passed. She felt her heart racing similar to when you’d get your blood pressure taken although if things kept up like this her vital signs would be non-existent. When she shrieked his hands moved to her mouth and then down to her neck restraining her from screaming anymore but also crushing any way for air to make it down to her lungs.

“I always told you that mouth was going to get you into trouble.”

She scrambled her hands around and came across something on the counter. The hesitation that consumed her was probably the last bit of innocence she had left in her. Lara knew what was in her hand was a butcher's knife and the damage it would do could be irreparable, but as she realized there wasn’t a single breath of air coming through her, she just went for it. Stabbing the knife into the man’s body and almost immediately he fell to the ground letting her go to slide down the wall. 

“You stupid bitch.” He spat as he lay on the ground. His next move was where he made the mistake that took his life. Taking the knife out, he bled out within seconds. Not able to say anything, just fight for air like Lara was moments ago. 

Lara sobbed. Not for the loss of his life but for the fact that she had caused someone's loss of life. 

Lara exited the bathroom with her change of clothes on. As she entered the kitchen she saw the plate of food on the island waiting for her and Frankie scrolling on her iPad as she sat on the counter. 

“Thanks.” Lara said as she dug into the food, not holding back, there was only so long a candy bar and bag of peanuts could hold someone over. 

Frankie smiled and let the girl eat in peace while she also ate a plate of food. Eventually the two began small talk, which turned into friendly talk about their past. They weren’t complete strangers, the two had known each other when they were younger teenagers. They were friends in fact, but once things started to go down hill with her family, Frankie was one of the people that Lara pushed away with ease. 

“So why are you in Oakland?” Lara asked as she leaned back in the bar height chair with her now empty plate in front of her. 

“Finishing up my last semesters of school before I come back down. I’m surprised my dad didn’t mention it on the way over. He’s counting down the days until I’m home.”  

“If it means anything, he didn’t really mention much on the ride. He hasn’t changed at all.” Lara smiled. 

“They never do.” Frankie said with deeper meaning behind her words but keeping the conversation going so the statement went by in passing.

“Must be nice to have him want you around. Bishop practically pushed me out the door when Aiden died.” 

The mention of Lara’s dead brother was said with no emotion and such ease, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed to Frankie. 

“Although they live a very similar life, there are differences, being the president of a MC versus a member, even an office patch.” Frankie explained. “I’m sure he did what he thought was right, but that probably didn’t feel good for you.” She validated the girl. 

“Just very accustomed to losing people, you know.” 

“This life, being the daughter of– whatever the fuck you want to call it, the MC, of an outlaw, it’s very… unique.” Frankie explained. 

“Unique is what you describe something from a thrift store, this life, is fucking traumatizing.” Lara bluntly said. 

“I’m used to being the only blunt person around.” Frankie laughed. 

“I guess you met your match.” Lara raised her eyebrows. 

“Match made in hell.” Frankie retorted and both girls laughed. 

The two of them did dishes and wiped the counters down as they talked and just bullshit the rest of the night away until both of them decided to retreat to the living room. Both of them sat on the couch and watched some late night cartoon that was on TV but neither of them were truly watching it, they were both in their own thoughts. Lara digesting the events that happened earlier while Frankie digested the best way to handle everything moving forward. 

“I’m sure they deserved it, you know.” Frankie said to break the silence, not expecting a reply.  “Not sure what happened but in most cases, it’s usually you or them. And you gotta put yourself first cause otherwise, no one else will.” Frankie added on. “You don’t have to talk about it, yet. But if you want to, I’m here.” Frankie paused before taking her eyes off the girl and back to the TV. 

Lara didn’t give an answer, a trait she carried over from her father, but simply draped the blanket she had on over Frankie’s legs to show her she was thankful and appreciative of her and the two sat in silence for the rest of the night letting their thoughts ruminate and their friendship blossom.

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Oblivious

Request - Ok bish, I got some fun ones for you. So. You know the thing with the UA traitor? Wellllll how about a Bakugou x reader where the reader confronted the traitor first and got absolutely destroyed and since she’s not there for multiple days people start to think she’s the traitor until Aizawa comes in and says “oh yeah forgot to mention but your classmate is in the hospital” and Bakugou has that moment of like oh shit. She might die 

Fluff & Angst

Warning - Anime Spoilers, Injury, Cursing,

Pairing - Bakugou X Fem!Reader

For the sake of the story the reader’s quirk is explosion gas (like the zippleback from httyd)

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Where is she?

Bakugou can’t help but wonder as he walks into the classroom, staring at your desk that rests beside his. This marks a week that you weren’t here before him, or at all for that matter. Every other day in the school year you made it your goal to beat him to the classroom, something about soaking up the good energy before he trashed it. That had him nearly kicking your ass. Naturally due to your quirk similarities the two of you gravitated towards each other out of pure curiosity over the school year.

A few whispers fill the classroom as he takes his seat, feet kicked up on the desk top just for the sake of getting something out of Iida today. He glances down to his phone, still waiting for some kind of message from you but still find nothing but spam memes from Kaminari and Kirishima who smicker when they notice him looking at it. Surely if something bad happened you would tell him, right?

She’s probably sick.

He comes to the conclusion, setting down his phone on the desk. It’s a logical reason for you to not be in. You’re just too sick to get out of bed and show up, and to message him, and to answer his calls. He’s just convincing himself at this point. Things around the school have been hard since the attack on the camp and since he was kidnapped. Everyone’s currently in the process of moving out of home and into the dorms at UA.

Rumors about a traitor have been floating around the school when it was pointed out that no one but a select few knew about where the camp was. “What if she was the traitor and she was caught?” Came the questioning voice of Mineta, catching Bakugou’s attention. The blond looks over his shoulder at the purple perv that he’d give anything to punt out of the room. In frustration his palms crackle, a venting method when he gets worked up. “I mean she’s not here right? And I’m pretty sure they were talking about cracking down on the traitor.” A few students mutter in agreement with the short grape. 

She can’t be a traitor.

Bakugou growls, slamming his hands on the table top, the soft cracking of his palms is muffled by the hard surface. The room falls quiet at his outburst, looking towards the explosive blond. Red eyes scan over the room, catching with the few people who know you personally who had been trying to argue with the point that Mineta had brought up. “Y/n’s not a traitor.” He snaps, glaring harshly at Mineta, who shrinks easily under his gaze. 

For just a moment, his eyes meet the green ones of Deku, who nods in agreement, not wanting to stir up the agitated teen. “He’s right, she’s not. Why else would she have gone with us to rescue him?” The memory pulls at his mind of when he saw the rag tag group and their half-assed way of rescuing him. 

The door to the class opens and Aizawa walks in, pausing to observe the tension that the class is basically suffocating in. His eyes lock on Bakugou, who’s still standing with his hands pressed to the desk. “Bakugou, sit down.” He instructs, taking his place at the front of the room. The rest of the students follow suit and take their seats, keeping quiet in front of the underground hero. He squints at the class, trying to figure out what’s wrong before his eyes latch onto the empty seat at the front of the class then back at the class. 

The students watch him, confusion written on their faces when he sighs, pushing a strand of hair back out of his face. Iida raises his hand on the other side of the room, “if everything okay Mr. Aizawa?” He questions when called on by the teacher. The attention for a moment shifts to Iida then back to their overly tired teacher. 

Aizawa rubs his eye, looking down at the paper on the podium. “As you all have heard UA has been cracking down on a traitor in the school.” He starts, clearly reading off of the paper. “A student here at UA that you all know as Y/n L/n has been hand selected to help in this investigation.” Glances are shared among the students, a few pointed glares at those who had accused you of being the traitor. “This investigation proved successful in locating the traitor.” He looks up from the paper, gesturing to the empty desk. “As you can see Y/n is not here and has not been here for the last week. We wanted to get all the details before saying anything but she go into a fight with the traitor when accusing them and is currently being treated at the hospital.”

Bakugou felt his heart skip a beat and stop completely, his burning gaze flickering to your unoccupied desk. While he knew you couldn’t have been the traitor the truth seemed to hurt a little more. Knowing that you were hurt and couldn’t reach out about it was unnerving and made him anxious about your well-being. “Can we see her?” It was Kaminari who voiced the question plaguing Bakugou’s mind. 

Aizawa observes the class, taking note of the student’s reactions to the news, he knew it would hit the class. “On your own time. She’s only taking one person at a time. She made it clear that before anyone she would like to see Bakugou. I believe her words were ‘there’s too much good energy’.” A smile pulls at Bakugou’s face, which he masks with the click of his tongue.

After school Bakugou didn’t bother wasting any time, making a b-line to the hospital where you were. He’s lead up to your room though for a minute he just stands outside the door, unable to knock in the fear of what you might look like at the moment. Were you badly injured? Covered in bandages that leaves you looking like Aizawa after the USJ attack? 

Taking in a deep breath, Bakugou reaches up and knocks on the door. A soft, “come in” can be heard front he other side, prompting him to opening the door. There, sitting in the hospital bed is you, smiling at him with a wave of a bandaged up arm. “Hey Kat!” Bakugou closes the door behind him before walking over to the bed. “Sorry about not texting, kinda broke my phone.” You give a shy smile, watching as he stops right at the side of your bed. “You okay Kat?”

Bakugou stares at you, tracing the bandages on you with his eyes before sighing. “You had me worried idiot.” He flicks your forehead, watching you scrunch up your face in reaction and lean back in the bed. “Thought you were sick and dying.” He admits, watching you smile gesturing for him to sit down in the chair beside your bed. 

You gasp, placing your hand over your chest with a smirk. “Is the Katsuki Bakugou concerned about me?” You lean over a bit, watching him scoff and push you back with his hand on your forehead. “Joking. Joking.” You raise your hands in defense. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.” You say after a few moments of silence between you two. 

Bakugou stares at you for a moment before shaking his head. “It’s fine. Just. Maybe at least clue me in.” You smile, nodding as he sets his hand on your covered leg. It was moments like these that he lives for, the moments behind closed doors with just the two of you. That’s how he knew you weren’t the traitor.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Queens Of The Mayans, Nevaeh, Chapter 8

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: crude language, mentions of loss of custody, mentions of drugs, violence, mentions of past toxic relationship/attitudes, blood, mentions of guns/knives.

"I'm gonna need the both of you to calm the fuck down right now," another voice added in. I heard the hammer being cocked, and I looked to the door to see Tranq at the door, gun aimed at me, “Come on, princess…don’t go crazy on us now.”

I smirked.

Of course, Che just had to bring the whole crew with him. I looked around for signs of their president.

That was when I realized Riz and I were in a Mexican standoff. He'd had his knife pointed at me, and I'd pulled out my gun on him.

Unfortunately, this was usually one of two ways Riz and I ended up if we were in a room together for too long.

"Hey Hank. How's it going?"

"Jesus fucking Christ, every time you guys see each other," another voice added in, "I knew that you were taking too long, Che."

Bishop came into view, and he told his good old bulldog to lower his gun. Tranq obeyed and Bishop sat down on a chair in front of us.

"Can I help you?"

He smirked, "well if you're gonna fucking shoot him, do it already."

"Bish."

"Oh this lover's quarrel is a long time coming," Bishop laughed, egging on the situation as he slid a cigarette between his thin lips, "every time they fucking see each other they fight over the kid, then the weapon foreplay starts, and then end up fucking on the bar. I just want to be able to see the show this time around."

"You're disgusting Bishop."

He smirked, and I lowered my gun, "yeah. That's the reaction I was going for."

"What the hell?" Hank asked, looking around the room.

"What he said," Michael joined in, looking at the president, “you were gonna let her shoot me, Bishop?”

"She wouldn't have shot him," Bishop said, waving both men off, “if anything you know she would have fucked your brains out and left you cunt drunk the next few days, Riz.”

"I don't know," Che chuckled, "she usually only threatens to break a beer bottle over his head if he doesn't leave. The gun is new."

"So is this a fucking party now, or what?" I groanedlooking at the officers of the club, "I was trying to close up so I could get home to my son."

"I already asked Dasia to stay at your place for the night," Bishop said, lighting up his cigarette. He took a few short puffs, then began to ash on my bar, "we've got some business to discuss."

"Che told me," I said, referencing how I'd been telling him about Johnny, "how long have you two been here? And don't say just as long as Michael."

"We just popped in a few minutes ago to see how it was going," Bishop admitted with a shrug, "Got the prospect making a stop to pick some things up, but what kind of man would I be if I didn't stop to see my favorite bar keep?"

"One that leaves me the fuck alone."

"That's not nice," he said, clucking his tongue at me, "you know, I thought you'd gotten past all this animosity for me and the club... Che always speaks so nicely about your visits. Says you still hang out with Aayana. Why don't you treat us like that, sweetheart? Huh? I mean, you used to be so sweet to us when we visited at the Ariza house…for a while I thought we were all gonna be one big happy family. "

"I was nice because it was my job, but then I got to know you guys," I shrugged. Then I looked at the father of my son, "and when he shows up...and it all goes to hell. Because he thinks it's fun to stick his dick in everything."

"Not everything."

"Can someone say sexual tension?" Che laughed, looking between me and Riz."you know you two are always like cats and dogs until I leave you two alone in a room. Then you go at it like rabbits."

"Well it is the only thing he's good for."

"Ouch," Riz said, holding a hand over his heart, "you know I'm good for just more than that."

"I don't care about your relationship with Riz," Bishop said, cutting us off before we could get any further, "you know that I sent the boys down here to get some intel on Coco. We got a few ends that don't make sense."

"Found out some interesting stuff already."

"Really?" Hank asked, "anything not in his file?"

"Young Coco here was named such because of his love for the cereal, not because he's a fucking psycho like we've been hearing."

"I didn't say Johnny wasn't psycho," I said, correcting Che, "Just said that his nickname originated differently from what you knew."

"And that he was in love with you at a young age and had a stutter."

"Kid had a stutter?"

"Has," I said correcting Bishop, "at least, last I knew. Get him nervous enough and it comes out every time."

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "what else?"

"Well, you fine gentlemen so rudely interrupted just as she was telling me Coco professed his love to her when he was 12 after she got shot."

"You were shot before?"

"Yes Michael," I said angrily, "I've been shot before. And stabbed. You've asked about my scars...but in all fairness you've seen so many women naked, you probably don't remember. Since my body is suddenly new to you is there anything else you would like to know about it?"

"Are you getting as turned on as I am?" he asked.

"You're an ass," I groaned, turning away from him. I reached under the bar and grabbed my jacket, throwing it on, "I'm leaving. You hyenas need to get the fuck out."

Che stood up and held an arm out, "will you at least come back to the clubhouse so that we can discuss the matter more?"

"I told you no, damn it. Does no one listen around here?"

"When do I get to leave?"

The men had managed to coax me out of the bar, and to the clubhouse at the scrapyard. I was now sitting at their heavy oak table as Michael stood at the door. While this wasn’t a typical thing, as no one outside the club usually was allowed to sit at the table in templo, I wasn’t necessarily basking in it’s glory.

"After you tell us more about Coco." Bishop said simply, "none of his shit adds up. He was a gang banger, who went to the military, who then went back to banging. What's his deal?"

"Like I said I don't know Coco that well," I lied, “we just grew up together.”

"Cut the bullshit, Nevaeh," Michael said in a disgusted tone, “you were just as much in love with im as he was with you.”

I glared at my ex-boyfriend, "this isn't your business, Riz. Why don't you go somewhere else?"

"This is club business sweetheart," he chuckled dryly, "that makes it my business."

"She's right," Bishop said quickly looking back to the club’s secretary, "all the men get a vote after his year as a prospect, but right now only me, Tranq, and Che need to know what we're letting in our door. You may be an officer, Riz, but this shit is need to know. You were just the leverage to get her through the doors."

Michael continued to glare at me but obeyed his 'president.' After he closed the door Bishop's attention turned back to me. I smiled, "thank you."

"Don't go thanking me yet, sweetheart," he chuckled as he lifted his beer to his lips, "you've still got quite a story to tell us about Mr. Coco."

"What happened after he killed that teenager?" Che asked.

"I don't know," I admitted, "there was something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before that night. They looked empty when he pulled that trigger. Like he genuinely didn't care about another human life. He began running around with Raul, Chico, and Pablo full time."

"So you lost touch with him then?"

I nodded at Hank, feeling nervous. I didn't want to be talking about Johnny. I didn't want to relive the hell those next few years had been to me, "I really don't want to talk about this."

“I don’t care.”

“I’d hate for you to think that I give a damn about what you want, Bishop.”

"And I'd really hate for you to lose custody of your son."

My eyes snapped up to Bishop, "what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Keep talking about Coco."

I gritted my teeth, "I told you. After that night we lost touch. I avoided him like the fucking plague because I saw him as an animal. What were you talking about? Me losing Johnny?"

"Riz has parental rights still," Bishop said smoothly, "just be honest with us about Coco and you and your kid Johnny will have nothing to worry about."

I kicked myself out of the seat and made my way over to him, "what the hell gives you the right, huh? Thinking you can fucking threaten me?"

Hank grabbed me and held me at arms length from Bishop who was smiling, "listen, I'm not saying anything is going to happen princessa. I'm just telling you that you don't hold all the cards, so stop acting all high and mighty and give me the god damned information that I’m looking for."

"FUCK YOU."

His smile fell as he wiped away my spit from his face. He stood up so that he was in front of me, "now listen here, Nevaeh. I've been really fucking lenient with you. I told Riz to back off so you could have your space. We protected your bar from the gangs your boyfriend won't take care of. We're really good to you. You understand me? We let you leave Vickies for christ sakes. But if I find out you are hiding something for this fucking cholo gang banger because your pussy won't stop drooling over him decades later, I won't just kill you. I'll fucking make sure you get your just desserts. I'll make sure we take your fucking kid away. And turn your whore ass into a junkie like your big sisters. You wanna end up like your sisters? Because you'll think they got it good. No one will know where you are. Your ravaged body will be buried in the desert in pieces. Do you understand me?"

By now he had me by the throat, up against a wall.

"I SAID DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"

I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. He dropped his hands away from me, and I crumpled to the ground, sobbing.

"Bish."

"No," he replied as Che looked at him from his seat, "I let her get too far on her leash. All of us have. She needs put back in her place."

"Too far, boss."

He turned to Hank, "if you can't stomach the shit I gotta deal with maybe I should fine a new sergeant at arms. Huh? I shouldn't have had to do that shit. If you did your job right, she'd know her place."

"You didn't need to bring the kid into this."

"I'm not lying," I said, looking at him, "the next time I talked to Johnny or Raul after that was when I was 14. Johnny had just knocked up a junkie. He was 17 and working full time for Raul. Dropped out of high school. My mom moved us out of the apartment complex after I was shot. I'd seen him from time to time, but we never interacted."

"The next time you saw him...why?"

"It was a few days after my 14th birthday. I found out my mom had been sneaking birth control to me for a few months. My older sisters told me it was time to join the family business," I said, feeling sick to my stomach, "I went to a party that my brother had going on wanting to tell them about it. Hoping they'd do something. Instead, I lost my virginity to Johnny because I didn't want to lose it to a random guy working the corner."

"None of this fucking matters," Bishop growled at me, “you’re giving me bullshit that I don’t need, Nevaeh.”

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," I sighed, wiping the tears from my blotchy cheeks, "nothing I know about Johnny should matter to any of you. I don't know why you're pushing me so much."

"He's fucking weird, that's why,” Bishop said as his eyes searched the ground. He looked like he was deep in thought and something didn’t add up, “something is missing with that kid…”

I felt a little bit of rage build up in me, but it was Che that stepped forward, "if you don't want me to sponsor him, I won't Bish. But I think he'd be an asset to the Mayans."

"RIZ!"

Heavy footfalls clicked in the back of the room, and then the heavy stain-glass door opened, "yeah Bish?"

"Get her the fuck out of here," he spat looking away from me, "we're done with her."

Michael looked at me and I started walking towards him as he opened the door a little wider for me. It wasn't until we were outside that I spoke to him, "I'll walk."

"No fucking way, he laughed, shaking his head, "I'm not gonna let you walk home. You live closer to my mom and the bar. That's miles."

"I'll be fine, Michael," I said, dismissively, "I don't want or need anything from you."

"Hey," he pleaded. He grabbed my arm, and I turned to look at him. There was pain in his eyes, "why do you have to be like this with me? I'm trying Nevaeh...I really am."

"I don't want you to try."

"You can't even be civil to me?" he asked pitifully, "not even for Johnny's sake?"

I softened.

I had automatically written him off after Johnny and I moved into my place last year. But we were getting to the point where my toddler son had started asking 'where is daddy?' and it was becoming increasingly hard not to tell him.

The look in Michael's eyes let me know he was being sincere. That he was trying for real, and not just to get on my good side.

Maybe he wanted to be a part of our lives. Not just for the club or his mother's sake.

"We used to get along great," he said reminiscing of when we first got together, "we spent all the time we had together."

"We did not," I laughed not able to push away the memories. There was a small smile peeking out from my frown as I began calling him out, "hell I remember it much differently. You’d come see me, yeah…but you had your own life."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I said, taking a step towards him, "You had a habit of breaking the new girls that came to Vickie's in. All the girls told me about you...and your mom tried setting us up even before I had any idea of who you even were. Then she quizzed me all week about the Mayans."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I was so mad at her. She always tried to set me up with some girl or another. It always pissed me off."

"She just wanted you to be happy, Michael," I said, cupping his face in my hands. I stared into my exes deep brown eyes. Those eyes that at one point had been a comfort to me. Ones that I loved, and I sighed, brushing some of the hair that'd fallen into his face out of the way, "you know that. She just wanted you to have a good woman in your life and be taken care of."

"And she found you," he admitted softly in response, "and you gave me an amazing relationship, and a beautifullittle boy."

"He does want a relationship with you, you know?"

"I didn't want to step on your toes. Ever since we split things were really rough between us. Your brother told me I should back off, " he sighed. You frowned, "the guy-the guys, they told me to give you your space. Said that you just needed some time t-"

"Give me a ride home."

"What?" he asked, "are you being serious? I thought you said you wanted to walk…"

I let go of him and moved towards his bike, nodding.

"I'm not going to say it again, Ariza." I laughed. He smirked and walked over, then held out his helmet to me. I grinned and took it, thinking about the first time I'd been on the back of his bike. But that was months into knowing him, when we'd had our first real date.

"Remember the first time you were on the back of my bike?"

"I was just thinking about that," I said as he'd gotten on, “it was the second best night of my life.”

“The second?” he asked. I nodded, and he smiled, “I think I know the first.”

“You should,” you said playfully, “you were there, after all.”

He pulled off his kutte, then his jacket and handed it to me, "here. It's cold at night."

I shook my head, "no."

He tried arguing with me, but realized it was useless. I wouldn't take his jacket. Out of my peripherals I could see one of his 'brothers' peeking through the curtains. He shrugged and put his jacket and kutte back on.

I could only imagine how they would treat him tomorrow. They'd probably ask about us...joke that we were fucking again. Especially since he offered me his jacket. I climbed on back and wrapped my arms around him. He started it up and we were off. I felt the cool air on the back of my neck, and I shivered.

"You okay?"

I nodded against his back, "Yeah. Just cold."

"We'll be home in a few."

I nodded again, allowing myself to melt into him as much as possible. But soon we were at my place. He cut the engine off, and walked me up to the door, "you have the house to yourself tonight. But Dasia will probably be around tomorrow morning to drop Johnny off."

"Okay."

"Do you think it'd be okay if I came by?" he asked. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes, "I really do want to get to know him, Nev."

I bit my lip. Was it a good idea? What if he lost interest? Then I'd have to explain that to Johnny.

"Okay."

He lit up, "really?"

I nodded, and he wrapped me up in a hug so quickly I didn't know what was going on. Once he lifted me in the air he started spewing out random sentences in Spanish about being happy, and that he would see his baby boy soon. I couldn't help but feel something.

"Michael?"

"Sorry," he said, putting me down. He took a few steps back from me and tried to compose himself, "so I uh-I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Do you wanna stay a little longer?" I asked, "a lot has changed since you last saw him."

He nodded and I reached into the fridge, grabbing the both of us a beer.

"Can I ask you something without you getting defensive?" he asked. I cracked a beer and placed it in front of him, nodding my head. He took a sip and placed the beer back in between us, his hands playing with the label, "how the hell did we manage to get so fucking far away from where we were? I mean…we had it really good, right?"

I sighed.

It wasn't all Michael's fault. Sure, he was a man-whore, but I knew that going into the relationship.

"I don't know," I admitted, not wanting to fight with the father of my son. I cracked my own beer and took a long swig. This time I looked at my bottle, unable to meet his gaze, "I guess we just weren't meant to be."

"I did love you," I heard him whisper. I looked up and he was staring at me. There was a pain in his eyes that I'd never noticed, "I loved you with every part of me, Nev."

"Sometimes love isn't enough," I sighed as I took a seat next to him, "sometimes it takes more."

"Why did you take off before you went into labor?" he asked after a few minutes, "you know I would have given anything to be there. And I always wondered why you left…"

"I know."

"Then why'd you take that away?"

"I guess I wanted you to feel the same pain and loss that I felt," I admitted, ripping at the label that clung to the bottle. I lifted it up and drank until it was empty and then continued to play with the label, "I don't want to talk about this, Michael."

"I do," he said, pushing his bottle away from him, "one day I'm building the crib and shit, getting everything ready, then next thing I know you were gone. Your phone was off, and no one had seen you."

"I know."

"I thought you were dead," he said, raising his voice, "I was so scared that someone took you and him, and you were dead. I was calling hospitals and checking morgues…"

"Michael."

"No," he said, shaking his head, "we've never talked about this, Nev...our son is turning three and you've still never once told me why you ran the hell off and deprived me of seeing him be born."

I felt my knuckles going white as I tried not to break the bottle in my hand, "like I said, "I wanted you to feel what I felt?"

"Well what the fuck did you feel?" he growled, growing louder, "what did you feel? Why did you feel like I fucked you over?"

"BECAUSE YOU DID!" I yelled, unable to keep my cool, "I thought we were fan-fucking-tastic, and the next thing I know you got a phone call while you were in the nursery. Some fucking whore said she was your side piece, and she was knocked up too, okay? I couldn't fucking handle it. There you were, building this crib, and I got angry. And scared. I-"

"Nev," he said, cutting me off. He rushed me and went straight for my hands. I hadn't realized it, but I'd broken the beer bottle and it had cut into my hand good enough to where I'd begun bleeding on the counter, "shit."

"I-"

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to feel the pain, but I just felt numb. I watched Michael, my mouth open ever so slightly as he pulled the glass from my hand, and he fumbled for a rag to put over it. After he found one, he put it over my hand, and I applied enough pressure. I felt his hands on either side of my face as he lifted it and began to wipe away tears that had formed during my little speech.

"Nev, she was lying," he said slowly, "I know who you are talking about...she called again after you left. I'd broken it off with her after I found out you were pregnant, and she wouldn't stop harassing me. She wasn't pregnant. I promise...after we found out about Johnny, I didn't sleep with anyone else. I swear."

My throat felt dry. His thumbs wiped the remnants of the tears and he gave me the softest look I'd ever seen, "Nev...you have to believe me. That's the truth."

My heart broke.

Was he being truthful? What if I'd just asked him about it then and there? Would he and I still be together? Did I deprive Johnny of having a father all these years because I couldn't communicate with Michael?

"Michael, I think you should go," I whispered, looking away from him, "I-I need to think."

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, pulling me into his chest. He kissed my temple and smoothed down my hair. I didn't know what to do. I wanted so desperately to connect to him, to feel him...but I couldn't go down that road. It wouldn't be fair to anyone; not me, him, or Johnny.

"Mich-"

"Shh," he said. I felt his arms go under me, and pick me up bridal style, "come on, baby. Let's go to bed. You need to get some sleep.

"You need to leave," I whispered as he laid me down on my bed, "if Pabl-"

"I'm sleeping on the couch," he said as he tucked me in, "and tomorrow morning I'm gonna see my son...okay?"

"Wait," I pleaded as he started towards the door, "stay in here with me?"

"What about Pablo?"

"I don't care," I whimpered, ignoring my better judgement as I silently begged for him to stay, "I don't want to be alone."

I could hear him sigh, and then he walked around to the foot of the bed. I shifted, and could see him removing his kutte and boots, putting them on an ottoman at the foot of the bed. Then he removed his flannel and jeans, leaving him in an undershirt and his boxers. The bed shifted and soon I was face to face with him again. He got underneath the blankets and his arms wrapped around my midsection. I brushed some hair from his face and then turned around so that he was spooning me.

My breathing slowed after a few minutes, and I felt his breath against my neck. Then he did the one thing I'd always asked him not to do, transporting my mind back to a time when I was younger. He kissed behind my ear and whispered, "mi reina."

Chapter 9

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Epilogue

We’ve come to the end of the story of Angel and Nina. Thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged and liked. Every one of you inspired me to keep writing. Thank you for reading.

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on, on Mayans M.C., are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambiguous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

Epilogue.

It was an especially cloudy day for a bike-ride. He looked up at the sky, and prayed to his mother it wouldn’t rain. It was already too cold for short sleeves, and he regretted not having listened when he’d been told to put on a hoodie under his cut that morning. The precious cargo behind him shifted in her seat. The bump pressed against his back was restless as well, he felt; from the tiny kicks he was receiving to his kidneys. “You alright?”, Angel called over his shoulder. “Yeah… she’s just antsy…”, Nina replied. “We’re almost there”, he smiled. “Good. I gotta pee”. “Shit. Again?”. “Blame your daughter”, she chuckled. “Be nice to your mama, chiquita!”, Angel chuckled, addressing the cantaloupe-sized treasure in his amor’s belly.

Charming was a nice place. He could understand why Nina loved it there, but the stares their caravan was getting made him uncomfortable. The people in the small town looked at him and his brother’s as if they were gods – which in and of itself he didn’t mind – but it was a lot different than what he was used to from Santo Padre, where the Mayans were accepted and even feared; but not looked to as saviors and protectors, as the Sons of Anarchy were in Charming. His discomfort came from realizing that he’d like to be viewed as the Sons were here, back home. Becoming a Mayan had originally been about the pussy and the bikes; but lately, he felt the need to make a difference to the people in his community. Help the people who needed it; like the undocumented immigrants and the people trying to cross the border for a better life. Nina was doing what she could for those the club had gotten over so far, but it was still something they needed to keep quiet about – especially if he wanted to avoid seeing his daughter grow up from behind a plexiglass window.

They drove up to what looked like a warehouse-building; but he knew was the home of CaraCara. Pulling up next to EZ’s bike, he smiled as his brother gave Nina a hand to get off his own. “Centre of gravity seems a bit off, hermanita”, EZ chuckled. “Screw you… And move! I gotta pee…”, she sneered, and sprang for the nearest door of the warehouse. The brand-new Mayan patch moved up and down on EZ’s back, as he laughed; watching her run. Angel smiled at the sight, before patting his brother’s shoulder. “My kids got some kick”, he said. “Reina del baile, huh?”, EZ smiled. “You’re gonna have to keep an eye on her when she’s older”. “She ain’t going out dancing until she’s as old as pap’”, Angel declared. “Yo! Are you two gonna keep staring at the pregnant lady run; or are you gonna come inside?”, Bishop called after them. The two of them grinned, and followed their patch-brothers inside the large building.

They were greeted by Chibs, Happy and Tig; the latter having to tear himself away from a strikingly tall woman, to come welcome them. The woman stayed by the bar in the large room, talking quietly with a pretty blonde woman behind it. Once the initial back and forth between the presidents were over, Chibs turned to Angel, and pulled him in for a friendly half-hug. “Did you forget someone in San Pad?”, the SAMCRO president asked. “Nah, man. She’s going to the bathroom every 45 minutes”, Angel chuckled. “Filip!”, Nina called out from behind them, and Angel turned around to watch her make a waddling run over to her Charming brothers. Once they’d all embraced, Happy looked down at Nina’s belly. “You did this?”, he asked Angel. “So she tells me”, Angel grinned. Nina punched his shoulder, making him have to take a few steps back. Getting knocked up had oddly enough made her even stronger than usual. “You knew I was pregnant”, she said. “Yeah, but…”. Chibs blew out a deep breath. “You’re huge, luv’!”. “I’m not that big…”, Nina whimpered. Angel walked up behind her, and kissed her temple. “You’re beautiful, mami”, he smiled, before looking to the Sons. “You told me to get her to quit smoking”, he grinned, and rubbed his hand protectively over Nina’s bump. “Yeah, but it seems like you took an alternative approach to that, man”, Tig chuckled.

Nina was shifting on her feet. “You gotta pee again?”, Angel asked. “No… Just gotta sit down. My feet are killing me”. He led her over to sit on the couch that looked the least like it had been used as a prop, in one of the movies produced by CaraCara. The tall woman and the blonde came over to greet Nina, and the three of them hugged each other tightly; with both of the other women stroking Nina’s belly, and cooing at it. “I’m Venus”, the tall woman said, and reached out her hand to him. “And I’m guessing you’re Angel… That’s a lovely name”. “Stop flirting with my old man”, Nina grinned. “You got your own!”. “I sure do!”, Venus said, and held out her hand; proudly displaying an engagement ring. “Oh my god!”, Nina exclaimed. “Congrats!”. She hugged Venus tightly again. “I’m Lyla”, the blonde said, and smiled at Angel. “Nice to meet you”, he replied.

Angel let the three women catch up, and walked over to talk to the other men. “The estrogen-level is through the roof in here!”, Creeper grinned. “That’s just the smell of cheap perfume and artificial sperm”, Chibs said. “Artificial?”, Gilly said. “You’d be surprised how many porn-actors find it hard to produce actual cum, after 13 takes; no matter how hot the actress”, Happy laughed. “I don’t think I’d find it that hard”, Coco smirked. The door opened, and a sea of beautiful women entered the warehouse. “Feel free to give it a shot”, Tig said to the wide-eyed Mayan.

“I thought this was supposed to be a business-meeting. Not a party”, Taza said. “Who says we can’t mix the two?”, Chibs said. “But you’re right. We should get to it”. Tig turned towards the three women on the couch. “Muffin, it’s time!”, he called out. Nina frowned, but let herself be pulled to her feet by the two others. Angel sprang over to take her arm. “Are you ok, cuervo?”, he muttered. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with”, Nina sighed.

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“Thanks for coming all the way up here”, Chibs said from the head of the table, in the smaller room, connected to the studio. “Thank you for agreeing not to do it at your clubhouse”, Bishop said. “This one’s getting too heavy to get up the stairs behind the ice-cream shop”. He nodded towards Nina. “Go fuck yourself, Bish’”, she grunted from next to Angel. Bishop sent her a warm smile, before meeting Angel’s eyes. They both knew he wasn’t wrong. Nina had trouble even getting out of bed at this point; which Angel didn’t mind. Pregnancy sex had been even hotter than he’d imagined. “Nina’s twelve months are over. We think it’s time to discuss what happens from here on out”, Chibs said. Angel shifted in his seat, and cleared his throat. “I think it’s obvious what’s gonna happen”, he said. “She’s staying in San Pad”. He put his hand on Nina’s bump, and stroked it. “Charming is her home”, Happy said. “She’s still SAMCRO family”. “She’s Mayan family too… And she’s got my family growing in her”, Angel growled. “We need niña down south”, Coco said. “She’s the only one of the girls back home who knows how to make a proper whiskey-sour”, Riz shrugged. “What about her life here? Her friends, her job at the shop?”, Tig said.

“What about we ask Nina what she wants?”, Nina exclaimed with a huff. “I’m not property…”. Chibs and Bishop looked solemnly at each other for a long moment, before both of them broke into large grins. “We’re just fucking with you, mija!”, Bishop said. All the Mayans and Sons broke out in laughter, and Angel had to chew his lips to stop. “We didn’t come up here to talk about you coming back, ma’”, he said. Nina scowled deeply at him; giving him that cute look that made him both cringe from the promise of being chewed out later on, and simultaneously made him want to rip off her clothes, and screw her brains out. Nina was hot when she was angry. “Then, why?”, she growled.

Angel turned in his seat, and helped Nina turn in hers; with a firm hold of her hips. “I can’t marry you, without permission from your brothers… All of them”, he said. Nina’s eyes widened. “You… what?”. “You got my kid in there. And I love you”, Angel said, and laid a hand on her belly. “I wanna marry you… If you’re good with that”. Nina seemed – for once – speechless. His heart jumped up into his throat. “Nina? Mami, talk to me…”. “I’m… yeah. Uh huh… We can do that”, she squeaked. Angel let out a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck… You had me worried”, he smiled. He saw a tear at the corner of Nina’s eye, and wiped it away quickly.

He put his hand to the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss; when someone cleared their throat. “We haven’t agreed yet”, Tig said. “He needs all of our go-aheads”, Hank said. “All of your brothers; remember?”. “We gotta vote on this shit”, EZ smirked. For a short moment, Angel considered smacking his brother across the head, but he decided against it. He needed a unanimous yes, and EZ was actually one of the few patches he was concerned about voting against him. “Then let’s do it”, he said. Chibs raised a brow at him. “You; get out”, he said. “What?”. “Salir de la habitación, amigo”, the SAMCRO president reiterated. Nina shot him a death-glare, and squeezed Angel’s hand. “You said your peace; now let the rest of us decide if we’re gonna agree to this unholy union”. Angel got to his feet and was about to help Nina up. “Not you, sweetheart”, Taza said. “We need your take on this as well”. Angel swallowed thickly, and looked at Nina. She gave him a warm smile, which didn’t reach her eyes, and he had to force his feet to move, to leave the room.

Once outside, Angel closed the door behind him. The large studio space had filled up with hangarounds – male and female – and pornstars he recognized from movies he’d watched in the past. The one’s he’d enjoy these days weren’t CaraCara productions, because Nina didn’t like watching people she knew as friends having sex. Instead, they’d watch the mini-productions they made themselves. Lyla came over to him with a cold beer, and patted his shoulder. “The party’s gonna be pretty PG for now. Wendy’s coming in with the boys for a few hours”, she said. “After that, I can’t promise there won’t be full frontal nudity”. Angel chuckled. “I didn’t know her nephews were coming”, he said. “It was a surprise. They haven’t been back in Charming since…”. Lyla cut herself off, and seemed to be suppressing a bad memory. “Nina’s brother… Jackson. He was a good guy, huh?”. “The best… And he loved her”, Lyla said. “If it wasn’t for the fact that they didn’t look alike, you’d never guess they weren’t blood-related”. “They were alike?”. “Uh huh”, Lyla nodded fervently. “Like two peas in a pod. And she was as protective of him as he was of her”.

A dirty-blonde woman came in to the warehouse, with two boys in tow. The youngest had dark hair, while his brother was blonde. The blonde boy – in his pre-teens – ran over to Venus, and sprang into her arms; clearly enjoying resting his head against her ample breasts. The brown-haired boy – about 7 or 8 years old – clung to who Angel figured was Wendy. She shot Venus a smile, and walked over to Lyla. “This him, then?”, Wendy asked, and gave Angel a once over. “Yup”, Lyla said. “Angel, this is Wendy; and the cutie-pie down here…”. She crouched down, and ruffled the boy’s hair. “This is Thomas. Jackson’s youngest”. “Casanova over there is Abel”, Wendy grinned. Abel stood as wide-eyed as Coco had, at the sight of the beautiful women surrounding him. “And I’m Wendy”. “Good to meet you”, Angel said. He stuck out his hand to Thomas. “Hey, man. I’m Angel”. “Are you the one who knocked up my aunt Nina?”, Thomas asked. Angel was taken aback at the kid’s bluntness. “I… Yeah”, he said. Thomas narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you gonna marry her? My dad married my other mom after I was born. You’re supposed to marry someone if you get them pregnant”. “I’m planning to”, Angel said. “If you’ll let me”. “I’ll think about it”, Thomas said.

Both Wendy and Lyla laughed, and then gave each other a warm hug. “If you wanna surprise her, you should probably go into my office”, Lyla said. “She’ll be out in a few”. Abel looked at the people in the room. “I wanna stay out here”, he declared; as fascinated as his brother was at all the women. “You’re just like your dad”, Wendy sighed. “Go on, Tommy. I got movies in there for you”, Lyla said, before looking at Wendy. “Disney”, she added. Wendy smiled, and dragged Thomas away. She nabbed Abel out of the lap of a scantily clad brunette; and the three of them went into a back office, in the corner of the building.

Angel looked at the door to where the meeting regarding the future of his family was being held behind, and felt his nerves starting to get to him. They’d taken too long already; the vote shouldn’t be that difficult. He took out his pack of smokes, and was about to light up, when Lyla put a hand on his lower arm. “Please go outside for that. I’m trying to keep the studio smoke-free”. “Yeah, sure… Sorry”, Angel muttered, and hurried towards the exit.

Once outside he began pacing back and forth. One cigarette turned in to two, which then turned in to three; and still no one had come to tell him what the decision of the clubs was. He was about to say fuck it, and stomped out his smoke, to walk back inside, and demand an answer; when Nina came outside. She walked over to him with a solemn expression on her face; and in that moment, Angel’s heart broke. “I’m sorry…”, she said. Angel felt rage building in him. Here was his endgame – the one woman he would ever be able to fully give himself to, and the mother of his child – and he couldn’t have her, because of a bunch of fucking bikers. He grabbed Nina’s hand, and tried pulling her towards his bike. “Fuck this shit. We’re out of here. We’ll go north… Like Canada, or something. I’ll marry you there… I ain’t letting them…”. Nina stayed in place, unmoving. “No, Angel… I’m sorry… I know your pap’ would expect me to; but I can’t wear white… It wouldn’t feel right”.

Angel’s jaw dropped, and he looked at Nina with wide eyes. “They said yes?”, he croaked. “Yes…”, Nina said below her breath. “I mean, Happy wanted our first-born as payment; but I told him to shove it”. Angel cupped her face, and stared deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of deceit; finding none. “We’re gonna get married?”, he said. Nina nodded. “We’re gonna get married, mami!”. he threw his arms around her waist, and lifted her up, spinning her around. “Careful!”, Nina giggled. He set her back on the ground, and pulled her in for a deep kiss; feeling like life itself came from the taste of her mouth. “I love you, cuervo”. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Te amo, so… fucking… much!”, he said, leaving kisses on Nina’s lips between each word. “I love you too”, she smiled.

Angel remembered something, and grabbed for the item in his pocket, he’d been keeping there, since his pap’ had given it to him a few days earlier. “Here”, he said, and held out the ring. “This was my mam’s”. Nina took the ring from him, and smiled. “Thank you…”, she said. She held it to her finger, before looking up at him. “Wait, did you wanna…? Or should I just…?”. Angel took her hand in his, and together, they put the ring on her left ring-finger. He pressed another deep kiss to her lips, and then got on his knees; putting his hands on either side of her belly. “I love you, chiquita. You’re the best thing to happen to me since your mama”. He kissed Nina’s tummy, just above her navel, and turned his ear against it, listening to the other love of his life moving around in there.

“Are you two finished?”, Chibs called from the doorway. “Someone’s come to see you, little sister”. Nina frowned in confusion, and Angel smiled brightly; getting to his feet again. He led her in front of her, with his hands on her hips. “Try not to give birth right this moment, mama”, he whispered in her ear, when Lyla opened the door to the office, and Abel and Thomas came out. “Oh… Oh, my god!”, Nina cried out, and ran as fast as she could over to her two nephews. She kissed both of their foreheads, and each boy wiped off the kisses in childish disgust, while she hugged them. “You’re so big!”, Nina croaked, before turning to Wendy, and hugging her. Angel looked on with a full heart, as both of the boys took turns touching her belly.

EZ came up next to him, and patted his back. “Congratulations, Angel”, he said. Angel turned, and gave his brother a warm hug. “Thanks, man…”, he said.

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A little while later, Angel was seated next to his fiancée on the couch. Someone had produced a box of old photographs of club-parties through the ages. Nina was groaning in embarrassment, as Chibs held out a picture of herself and him, where the Son was holding up his fingers in a cross at Nina, who was sporting a large pimple on her forehead. “The Creature of the Black Lagoon!”, Chibs laughed. “Funny…”, Nina smiled sarcastically, and ripped the photo out of his hands. Angel snatched it from her, and put it in his cut pocket. “I’m keeping this, cuervo”. “Why?”, she frowned. “Blackmail… Maybe you’ll stop trying to cook for me”. “Kiss my ass”, she retorted. “Gladly”, Angel said, and kissed her temple.

Nina picked up an envelope full of pictures, and pulled them out, to look through them. “What’s this?”, she said. Angel grabbed the pile of photographs. A grin spread on his face. The telltale patch of the Mayan mask sprang into his eyes, on the back of a biker; who’d turned his face towards the camera. It was Bishop; who was sporting a shorter beard, but a no less intimidating mustache. “Wow, this was years ago…”, he chuckled. “San Bernardino, right?”, he asked Chibs. “Yeah”, the president nodded. Nina studied the pictures, as Angel flipped them. “What’re the Mayans doing there? Weren’t you rivals?”. Looking at the date in the bottom corner of the picture, Angel shook his head. “Nah. This was just after we became allies. I think this was one of my first parties as a prospect. It was like a club-mixer thing, with a couple of charters from each side, meeting up, and getting wasted in the name of peace…”

He flicked through some more pictures, before reaching one with a tall bearded man in a beanie; a goofy looking biker with a mohawk; and a chubby man, with unruly, curly hair. Angel noticed Nina’s face light up in something resembling recognition. “SAMCRO?”, Angel asked. Nina nodded. “Opie, Juice and Bobby”, she said, smiling softly. “You said you were there?”. “Yeah… I think so”. Angel flicked through some more photographs, and pulled a picture out from near the bottom of the pile. He laughed out loud. “Shit, yeah… Look at that dumbass prospect staring at the camera. He don’t know shit yet…”.

A younger version of himself – though not by many years – was pictured with a tray of shots in hand, looking drunk and smiling goofily, while getting ready to serve a group of Mayans and Sons, who were seated at a table, in the middle of a poker-game. Angel looked happy just to be there, and the prospect flash on his chest looked brand new. “Fuck, man… Look at that hair…!”, he chuckled. He looked at Nina again, expecting her to laugh along with him; but saw that her eyes were full of tears. She was staring at a blonde man; who was seated by the table, shooting the camera a relaxed grin, and reaching for one of the glasses on Angel’s tray. “What’s wrong? My hair don’t look that stupid", Angel said, letting Nina take the photograph from his hands. “Mami? Do you know this guy?”. Angel looked down at the picture with wide eyes. “I remember him… Some big deal in SOA, right…?”. “Jax…”, Nina breathed. “This is him…”. “That’s your brother?”, Angel almost gasped. “I can’t believe I actually met the guy". “Do you remember him?”, Nina asked hopefully.

Angel dug through his memories, wanting nothing but to please her with a heartwarming story. “I was pretty wasted…”, he admitted. “But I remember he was talking about his kids…”. Nina nodded solemnly, seemingly sad, that she couldn’t get anything else out of him. He put his arm around her, and kissed her forehead. Chibs reached across the table, and took the picture. He looked down at it and chuckled. “Of course you don’t remember…”, he said. “But I can’t believe I fucking forgot!”. “What?”, Angel asked. “You were driving that piece of shit Suzuki, and thought you’d get away with sitting on Jackson’s Super Glide, for a picture”. The memory began dawning on Angel, and he instantly cringed. “He caught you, and knocked your fucking lights out! Peace was almost off because of that shit…”. Taza, who’d been chatting with Tig, took the picture from Chibs, and smiled down at it; before handing it back to Angel. “Don’t you remember Angel? We put another three months on your year as prospect for that”.

A clear laughter broke through the sound of the music, and the talking crowd. Angel turned and looked at Nina, whose face was contorted in glee. “Jax told me about that! How some no-name prospect rubbed up on his bike”, she said. “I had to put him in his place… I got him a beer when no one was watching, though”. “Yeah…”, Angel said, letting the corners of his lips rise in a slight smile. "I remember now. He seemed like a good guy”. “He was…”, Nina said. Her brows furrowed for a moment, before she met his eyes. “Do you…? I want to go see him”. Angel had to think for a moment, before he realized what she was saying. “Yeah… Of course”, he said. “You wanna go now?”. Nina nodded fervently, but seemingly nervous that he’d say no.

Angel put the picture in his cut pocket, to keep safe; then got to his feet, and pulled Nina up to stand. “Let’s go”, he said. He looked at the others around the table, and gave them a half smile. “I still need one more person’s blessing”.

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The sun was about to go down, when they made it to the cemetery. Nina was holding on so hard to Angel’s hand, as they walked down the rows of grave-stones, that he was sure she’d leave marks; but he didn’t say anything – strangely nervous at the situation, and needing her support as much as she needed his. Nina smiled at a few grave-stones they passed, with names like Winston, Knowles and Munson. Angel noticed another stone, with the name John Teller engraved on it. He felt the urge to nod respectfully at it, as Nina stopped for a few seconds, to brush some dead leaves from it.

“It’s up here”, she said in a whisper, and pulled him with her, to a large stone with the Sons of Anarchy A, over the name Jackson Nathaniel Teller. Nina kneeled down in front of it, and held her brother’s helmet in her lap. Giving up on the fight on whether she should use it or not long ago, Angel had added some extra padding to it for her; so that it would at least be safer, than it had been before. “Hi, Jax…”, Nina said. “It’s been a while… I’m sorry about that, but I’ve been kinda busy”. She rubbed her belly protectively. “This is Angel”, she said, and looked up at him, with a warm smile. Angel cleared his throat, unsure what to do. “Hi…”, he muttered. “Yeah, I know… But he’s got a cool bike”, Nina chuckled. Angel frowned in confusion, but decided against commenting on her words. “I kept my promise after all. I’m happy. And everyone is safe… At least, as safe as they can be, as outlaw bikers…”.

She sat quietly for a long moment, and Angel kneeled down next to her; putting an arm around her shoulders. He kissed her check, and tasted the salty taste of her tears on his lips. “You ok?”, he whispered. Nina looked at him, and nodded; a smile on her lips. “Happy tears”, she said, and looked back at the stone. “I went back to school. I’m taking classes to become a paralegal… I wanna try to help the undocumented people the Mayans are moving through the tunnels”. “And she is”, Angel cut in. “She’s doing good work with what she knows, already”. Nina smiled embarrassedly for a moment, before continuing. “I’ve had to take a little break though, ‘cuz of the baby… It’s kind of hard to keep up with online classes, when you gotta pee every 45 minutes. But once she’s here, I‘ll be able to go back part time… I think I’ve found my path, and I have someone holding my hand while I walk it. And we’ve got have a large family – ourlarge family – to support us, whatever might get in our way”.

They were quiet for a moment longer; while Nina brushed her fingertips over the helmet in her lap. “I’ll be ok now, Jax. I promise…”. She lifted the helmet, and pressed a kiss to it, before placing it on the ground in front of the gravestone. She looked at Angel, and wiped her eyes. “Let’s go”.

Angel got to his feet, and went behind Nina, to lift her up to stand. Hand in hand, they began walking back towards the parking lot. “Wait a sec…”, Angel said, and halted. “What?”, Nina said. He pressed a short kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back”.

He walked back to Jackson’s grave. “Thanks, man… For everything”, he said. He kissed his fingers, and pressed them to the stone; before turning around, and walking back towards to his woman, his daughter, and their future together.

The End.

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tags: @cole-winchester @doloreschanal

[calif0rnia-lovers]

southpaw.

A/N: I combined two requests for this one.

“Thanks for coming to bail me out, ____.” “I came to bail you out so that I can fucking kill you.” +  being bishop’s old lady and best friends with Angel who ends up getting arrested with you one night

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Bishop Losa x Reader

Summary: When a night out gets a little hectic, you and Angel find yourself in a holding cell. Instead of calling Bishop, Angel calls Ez to bail you out. No matter how many times you swear Bishop is “a softy at heart”, Angel is still scared shitless of him. Being the person you’re with the first time you get arrested isn’t going to win him any favors with the President. 

Words: 2.3K

Somehow your brain manages to send a message to your overreacting body. 

Relax.

You come to a halt in the center of the holding cell. 

You have been pacing for the last fifteen minutes. The action had you so preoccupied you couldn't even feel the pain from your swollen hand. 

Biting your lip, you study the damage before shaking your hand out. You wince as you flex your fingers, your heart leaping in your chest at the sound of clinking metal.

A mixture of relief and panic well in your chest as you take in your best friend, Angel Reyes. 

Flanked by two officers of the Santo Padre police department, Angel gives you a warm smile as the cell is unlocked.

"Try not to start any more shit, Reyes," Franky sighs as Angel steps inside to join you. His eyes pass over you, the scowl on his face softening once he takes in your current state. "I'll be back with some ice in a bit, Y/N."

You offer a polite smile. "Thanks, Franky." 

You wait until the door is locked, and the officers are leaving to turn to Angel. 

"Did you call Bishop?" 

Angel's laughter fills the cramped cell, his brown eyes rolling as he passes you. His laugh rings throughout the room well after he's layed out across the bottom bunk of the holding cell. Tucking his arm under his head, he allows his eyes to drift shut. 

"Angel?"

Angel releases a breath, his eyes remaining closed, trying his best to ignore your panicked gaze.

"No, Y/N," he scoffs. "I did not call Bishop. That's the last person I would call right now." 

A silence falls over the room. 

You remain where you stand, back against the locked county cell door. Angel reaches back to adjust the pillow beneath him before returning to his relaxed state. 

Your arms lift into the air.

"Then who the hell did you call, Angel? In case you haven't noticed, we're in a freaking jail cell." 

Angel rolls his eyes. 

"Relax, Mayweather, it's just a holding cell." Pushing himself up, Angel runs his fingers through his hair. "Ezekiel's on his way."

"Thank God." 

He was hoping the news would be enough to make you relax, but before he can even blink you're pacing. 

Angel allows you to get off a few laps before letting his trademark grin spread across his lips. You catch sight of it out the corner of your eye, your pace slowing.

"What?"

"Franky likes you," he smirks, his brows wagging suggestively. "If you ask nicely, he’ll let you keep the cuffs. You can take 'em home with you."

"Shut up."

Getting up, Angel crosses the cell to meet you by the bars. He rests his shoulder against them before chuckling. He lightly bumps your shoulder, waiting until you glance over at him to smile.

"Relax. They’re not gonna charge you."

"I broke his nose, Angel." 

"It was fucking awesome by the way," Angel chuckles, it dying out with one look at your face. 

Your face drops into your hands. 

The memory running back for another loop in your mind. 

Angel had shown up at your house, a mischievous smile, and a plan for going out for a game of pool in tow. The drunk guy, who had his ass handed to him, didn't take too kindly to you taking his money. One second he had hands on your waist, the next you'd punched him. 

Of course, the alcohol in his system paired with his embarrassment led to him grabbing you which then led to Angel getting involved. Five minutes later, Franky's slipping you two into the back of his cruiser while his overeager rookie partner tries to cuff your poor victim. 

"How are you not freaking out right now?" You groan, your head resting against Angel's shoulder.

"I’m preparing for my mug shot."

Angel laughs as you push against his arm.

"Shut up." You laugh weakly.

"If they do book us, we'll hang your mug shot up next to mine and Ez's." He chuckles. "Induct you into the hall of fame."

As much as you hate what's happened, you find that per usual Angel's demeanor is slowly but surely helping you relax. 

"I can't believe it took you this long to wind up here," Angel teases. "As long as you've hung around me."

"I'm supposed to be the moral compass, remember," you giggle. 

A silence falls over the cell as you allow Angel to look over your hand. He drapes his arm over your shoulder before grinning.

"Pretty sure piggy over there, once he got his nose checked out, was shittin' bricks when his friends let him in on a little secret." Taking in your furrowed brow, Angel rolls his eyes. "That the girl he tried to feel up at the bar is Bishop’s Old Lady."

Silence falls over the two of you. 

His words hanging in the air as your nose scrunches in confusion.

You surprise him by allowing a laugh of disbelief to fill the room. 

"I am not Bishop's old lady," you giggle. 

Now it’s Angel's time to laugh.

He must admit. Angel wasn't too excited when he noticed you and Bishop getting close. It was too weird for him to think about. But as three months passed and you two continued to see each other, he realized it was better just to roll with it. 

"I’m serious, Angel."

"I know," he laughs, the sound mingling with his gasps of breath. "That’s what makes this so funny!"

Your roll your eyes, but find a heat setting in on your face as his laughter continues. You bite your lip.

The many nights spent wrapped in your sheets, his lips on yours, almost outweighed the phone calls, smiles and kisses shared with the President. The transition from his harmless flirting to terms of endearment so seamless it was easy to forget it hadn't always been that way. 

You let Angel's words pass back through your mind.

"He hasn't called me that," you offer up as you glance over at your best friend. "So I can't be that. Can I?"

Before Angel can answer, a tap comes on the cell bar causing you both to jump.

Turning, you find the same guy from earlier in the evening. With Franky behind him, it seems he's completely sobered up. In the light of the county sheriff's office, he looks completely different than the handsy drunk from just an hour before. 

You take in the bruise forming beneath his eyes, the swelling of his nose causing you to flex your hand. Angel stifles his laugh at the sight of your damage as your elbow digs into his side

Franky steps forward unlocking the gate. He motions for Angel to step forward. 

"You two are free to go. We're letting you off with a warning this time," Franky explains at the confusion on your face. He clamps his hand down on the young officer's shoulder. The young man's eyes narrow as they pass over Angel’s smirk. His eyes flick to yours for half a second, his ears turning red as he adverts his gaze. 

"Maybe we’ll see you around, officer," Angel smiles as he steps forward. Sliding past him, Angel winks. "Let you get a rematch, chance to win back your money."

Shoving against Angel's back you attempt to follow, but your tracks are halted as you feel a hand on your elbow.

His grip loosens, falling away as quickly as it had come. 

The officer meets your gaze for a moment before clearing his throat. When he speaks his words are clear but carefully chosen. 

"I’m sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am." He says. "I had too much to drink. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable."

Before you can respond he stalks off, shooting Angel a glare as he passes.

By the time you catch up with Angel, he's nearly out the lobby. 

When you step outside, the first thing you notice is the weight that instantly lifts off your shoulder at the feeling of the night air. 

The second is the sight of Ez, Coco, and Gilly who are waiting in the nearly empty parking lot. Coco and Gilly are sporting grins that mirror Angels, Ez for once is not following suit.

"Thanks, little brother," Angel calls as he crosses the lot. 

"I didn't do anything," Ez mumbles as Angel's arm drapes over his shoulders. "I didn't even have to pay."

"I know," Angel chuckles nodding in your direction. "Southpaw over here had them scared shitless. They didn't even book us."

"Good," Coco chuckles as he passes Angel his dwindling cigarette. "Hey, Gil? You think that'll make Bishop ease up on his ass whooping?"

"What?" 

Angel's pace slows as he takes in the President who waits across the lot. 

"Come on, Ez." he groans, his neck rolling as he punches his younger brother's shoulder. "You called Bish-"

"I didn't call him," Ez rubs at the back of his neck. "He was right there when you called."

"You couldn't lie? You lied to me for months, with a straight fucking face might I add."

A silence falls over the group as they watch Bishop. He remains seated on his back, arms casually crossed over his shoulders. Although his expression is calm Angel can't help but nervously take a drag. 

Ez mumbles. "Shit, Angel. You know how he is. He's got that..."

"All-knowing fucking gaze, I know," Angel curses before dropping the cigarette to the ground. 

"Relax," you laugh as you pass the boys. "You guys give him too much credit. He's not even that scary."

"That's because he actually likes you," Angel shakes his head as Bishop starts in your direction. 

"Don't be jealous," you tease. "It's not a good look on you, Reyes."

"Thanks for coming to bail me out, Bish." Angel jokes, cautiously testing the waters, as the President stops by your side. "Looks like you got to keep your money since we-"

“I came to bail you out so that I can fucking kill you.” 

"Hey," lightly slapping Bishop's chest, you give him a stern look. "Play nice."

"I'm not playing." 

A wave of panic slides across Angel's face as he takes in the look on Bishop's face. It's a look that each Mayan knew very well. For a man with no children, Bishop has a way of making Angel fear for the safety of his own life in a way his father never could. 

Angel shifts uncomfortably as your arms wrap around Bishop's waist. You place a kiss against Bishop's cheek before smiling. 

"Believe it or not. Angel didn't start trouble tonight. He just finished it." 

Bishop's eyes hold Angel's for a moment longer before drifting over to you. Taking in your smile, he allows his eyes to pass over your features. 

It only takes a second for him to note your swollen hand. Lifting your fingers, he places a kiss against your knuckles. His brow raises as you give him an innocent smile. Angel relaxes, only slightly, as Bishop ducks down to place a second kiss against your skin.

"I wish I could've seen it." Gilly breaks the silence, pulling a grin to your face. "We always knew you were a firecracker, Y/N. But punching a cop?" 

"Now we know who keeps you in check," Tranq chuckles as he claps his hand on Bishop's shoulder. 

"Guess the cat's out the bag," Bishop sighs as his arm wraps around your waist.

"We’re gonna have to get a cake to celebrate this momentous moment," Ez teases as you roll your eyes. "You're officially apart of the club, Y/N."

"Maybe you can convince Bish to bring me on as protection," you giggle.

As Angel begins to reenact the play by play, of how the evening unfolded, for the boys, you tighten your grip around Bishop's waist.

You smile as your lips press against his neck. Nuzzling against his skin, you relax for the first time tonight. 

Pulling back, you take in Bishop's furrowed brow. His eyes are over your shoulder focused on the sheriff's station. 

"Can you please say thank you to Angel?" You ask your question pulling his focus back to you.

Bishop's brow arches, the corner of his lips twitching up to a smile. 

"Say thank you?" He tilts his head. "I didn't kill him. That's enough of a thank you."

"Bish, I'm serious." You giggle. "Believe it or not. You're pretty freaking scary when you wanna be. Angel may front like he has a big bark, but he's scared of you."

"As he should be."

You roll your eyes as his lips press a kiss against your forehead. 

"I appreciate him looking out for you," he says. "But apparently you don't need it. I gotta start sending the Prospect to watch you too from now on?"

Bishop's lips press against your swollen knuckles. His eyes lift to meet yours, a hint of concern inside. 

"You okay?"

You know his question is not about your swollen hand. 

Nodding, you smile as his lips press another kiss against your skin.

"But I'll be twenty times better if you talk to Angel." 

The corner of his lips twitches as you shoot him a smile.

Bishop nods, turning to lead you to his bike. He takes a step before turning to find Angel cautiously watching your departure. 

"Angel." The group falls silent as Bishop wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Thanks for looking out for her."

Angel finally relaxes as a smile spreads across his face. Nodding, he shoots you a wink as you drag Bishop towards his bike. 

"So," you sigh as Bishop concentrates on slipping his helmet on you. "Is this a first?"

"Showing up here to bail Angel out?" He chuckles as he fastens the straps beneath your chin. 

"I meant bailing out your Old Lady?"

Bishop looks up, the corner of his mouth turning up. 

"Depends," he shrugs. "Is that what they’re calling you now?"

[queenxxxsupreme]

Just found out my cat has mammary gland cancer and the prognosis isn’t good. She’s my emotional support animal and idk what I’m going to do without her. I’ve been through a lot the past few years and she’s been a big part of helping me through it. She’s been my quarantine buddy (I live alone) and idk what I’m going to do without her. Could I get some lambert x reader fluff/comfort? Like giant blankets of fluff and comfort?

A/N: Hi babe, I’m so sorry for not responding sooner! I meant to do it last weekend when I got the ask but this week did not pan out how I planned. I’m so sorry to hear about your cat. Last year just before COVID hit, I found out some health issues about my Frenchie and he’s my baby. I don’t know what I would do without him. I’m sending positive vibes your way babe <3 I hope you like this. 

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“Is there anything we can do for them?” Eskel’s voice was quiet, but you could hear him through the silent house. “Have they eaten?”

“Doesn’t want to eat. I tried getting them up for just a few minutes earlier but I swear, they’re stubborn as shit.” Lambert answered.

“Maybe they just need space.” Geralt suggested.

“I don’t know. I’ve never…. never seen them like this before. Worries me, you know?”

There was a brief moment of silence and you could faintly hear shuffling. 

“We won’t keep you from them for too long, brother.” Eskel’s gravely voice broke through the silence. 

“We’re going to go ahead and take that contract in the village since you’re…. busy here.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m not leaving until I know Y/N is okay.”

The wolves said their goodbyes to one another and then the front door to the house closed. 

You picked at your nails, sniffling, and looked down at your hands. You listened as Lambert’s footsteps came down the hall towards the opened door to your room. 

He appeared in the doorway. At first, he looked at the bed expecting to find you there. But when he saw the blankets were all pushed back and it appeared that you had gotten out of bed, his eyes were drawn to your form by the window. 

“Hey, bug.” He spoke softly.

You sniffled, nodding your head a little to let him know that you heard him. 

“When did you get out of bed?”

“When I…. When I heard Eskel and Geralt.” Your voice was raspy. “They could’ve stayed. You-You don’t have to tend to me.”

“Don’t worry about it, bug.” Lambert shook his head, moving into the room. “They’re busy with a contract in town. A bunch of drowners down by the docks apparently.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed closest to you. 

You stayed by the window, eyes focusing on your hands. 

“Bug?”

“Hm?”

“Look at me, please.” Lambert’s voice was soft and gentle, and carried a tenderness that was unusual for the young wolf. It felt odd to be so…. quiet, but at the same time it felt so natural to be gentle with you- especially when you weren’t feeling good.

Your face scrunched up as a new batch of tears formed in your eyes. You looked up to him, blinking the tears out of your eyes and then hastily wiping them away. 

“It’s hurting me, bug. Let me do something to help you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Your shoulders trembled as you began to cry. You brought your hand up to your mouth. 

“Come here, bug. Put your head in my lap. You like that, don’t you?”

You nodded, then moved to the bed so you could lay down. You put your head in his lap. One of his hands found your hair gently scratching your head while his other hand went to your arm. 

“Love you, bug.”

“I-I love you too, Lambert.”

The both of you stayed like that for a few minutes. 

When he was sure you had pretty much stopped crying, he figured it would be okay to start trying to cheer you up. 

“Hey, bug?”

“Hm?”

“You remember when you were bit by Roach when you first met her? Bit you around here, didn’t she?” He rubbed just above your elbow on the bottom part of your bicep. 

“It hurt, but that’s just ‘cause she got the fleshy area more than anything.” You murmured quietly. “Didn’t mean to do it.”

“No, I know she didn’t. But you cried a little and wiped your nose on my shirt.”

A smile began to grow on your lips. 

“You remember that, bug?”

“No.”

“You answered that really fast.” Lambert smiled, looking down at you.

“I don’t remember that.”

“No, of course not. I remember carrying you all the way up into the keep at Kaer Morhen though.”

“I was tired.”

“I’m sure you were. Poor baby got bit by mean old Roach.”

You began to trace shapes into the knee of his trousers. 

“I do remember that time you were bucked off of Champion.”

“Hey, now. I thought we agreed to not bring that up.” 

“I remember Champ bucked you off, and then dragged you for- what? -a mile. Maybe two.”

“Felt like fucking ten.” Lambert sighed. “Damn horse.”

“He’s sweet.”

“Only to you. To me, he’s a bastard.”

You giggled.

Lambert rubbed your arm a little more before stopping. 

“Bug, I know things aren’t good right now, but they’ll turn up.”

The little smile on your lips faded. You closed your eyes and turned your head so that your nose was tucked into his thigh. 

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause…. ‘Cause…. Well, I’ve been alive a hell of a long time. And if there’s one thing I have learned, bad shit happens but it doesn’t last forever. Good shit comes around too. It might not seem like it and it might feel like it takes forever for that good shit to come, but it does. And you just have to keep your head up, bug. Gotta keep your head up…. And just remember that I love you more than any of the bad that happens.”

You wiped your tear stained cheeks.

Lambert gave you a few moments before deciding to shift the subject. 

“If I bring you something, you think you will eat for me? Doesn’t have to be a lot, just a little bit. You worry me like crazy, bug.”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah. I can.”

“Thank you.” Lambert rubbed your arm. He lifted your head and moved out from underneath you, standing to his feet. 

You put your head down on the bed, curling your knees as tight as you could to your chest. Lamberet knelt down by the bed, brushing his fingers along your temple. 

“M’here for you, bug.” He reminded you softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Just gotta lean on me, okay?”

You nodded.

He kissed your head once more before leaving the room.

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Passing Through

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by @masterlistforimagines​: Okay so reader is passing through Santo Padre for some reason. Her car breaks down, and Bish is her mechanic. I’m thinking like super cute and flirty Bish

Warnings: language, alcohol, Bish being a flirt with a capital F

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I feel like I always let myself get carried away with requests from you. Like they almost always take on a life of their own once I start writing them. Thank you for loving me and continuing to send them to me regardless lmao. We get a few of our other MC boys in this fic too. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You’d been driving for practically 2 days straight. It was your own doing—you wanted to go all up and down the coast while you had the opportunity. You didn’t know the next time you would get a few weeks off. However, the first leg of your journey you took your sweet time and didn’t really plan things out, which left you in the tiniest bit of a time-crunch as things were coming to a close. It was impressive that your car had made it this far to begin with. It wasn’t exactly new, but it had always gotten the job done. You knew that this was a big ask, though, and the universe was finally coming to collect.

You sat on the hood, soaking up the sun while you waited for the tow truck to get there. Music was playing from the speaker of your phone as you recounted all of the adventures that you had had so far. If it hadn’t been such a good trip already, this mishap would’ve been far more upsetting. You were in too good of a headspace to be upset, though. Whatever the deal was with your car, you’d figure it out one way or another.

When you saw the tow truck approaching, you shut the music off and hopped down off the hood of your car. You stretched out, trying to gear yourself up for whatever the next leg of your journey was going to be. The truck parked in front of your car and one man hopped out of each side of the vehicle. You bit back a laugh at how different the two of them seemed.

“Are you Y/N?” one man approached you with a clipboard.

You took note of his hands but expressly tried not to stare. Besides, the smile he greeted you with was contagious it was difficult to focus on much else as you nodded, “Sure hope so. Otherwise someone else out there is having just as bad of luck as me.”

He nodded as he handed you the clipboard, “Just need you to fill out this form here for me, Miss.”

You smiled as you took the clipboard and pen from him, “I think I can handle that,” you continued to speak to him as you filled out the paperwork, “What’s your name?”

“Chucky.”

Your eyes flicked up from the paper as you smiled at him, “Nice to meet you, Chucky,” you nodded towards the man who was in the middle of hooking your car up to the tow truck, “Who’s your friend over there?”

“The one and only Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.”

You laughed, “One and only, huh?” you handed the clipboard back to him, “Seems like you might know a lot of people who are one-of-a-kind.”

The drive back to the mechanic shop was much more comfortable than you thought it was going to be. Chucky never seemed to run out of things to talk about, which was refreshing. Coco was quiet for most of the ride, chiming in here and there but staying silent for the most part as Chucky drove. The two of them made you wonder what the rest of the people were like at the shop they were taking you to.

When you rolled into the lot, Chucky hopped out and motioned for you to do the same while Coco set about getting your car off the tow truck and into the shop. Part of you wanted to watch it all happen, but Chucky needed you to fill out the rest of the paperwork and answer a few more questions. When he asked you about a rental, you asked if you could see what the damage was on your car before answering that.

You walked over to where your car was being worked on. From the angle you were standing at, you couldn’t see exactly who it was that was working on your car. It was just a pair of legs sticking out from underneath your vehicle. You found a stool to sit on while you waited for whoever it was to resurface so you could ask what exactly was going on and if you were going to need to find a new car to get back home in.

After a few minutes, they rolled back out. He sat up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. You smiled, eyebrows raising slightly as you took in the sight of him. He wiped his hands off on the rag tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“She yours?” he nodded towards the car.

You sighed, “Depends on what you’re about to tell me.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “Nothing that we can’t fix.”

“Is it gonna cost me an arm and a leg?”

“It shouldn’t, no,” he stood up, leaning back against your car, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The simple pet name shouldn’t have made your face feel hot, but it did, “It’s Y/N. But you can keep calling me sweetheart if you like,” you paused, “You?”

He laughed at your response before holding out his hand, “Bishop.”

“Nice to meet you, Bishop,” it was hard to take your eyes off of his lips and beard. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts, “So, what exactly is wrong with my car? And can you fix it in the cheapest way possible? I just gotta make it back home.”

He smiled at you, “Back home?”

You nodded, “Yea. Had a couple weeks off between jobs and decided to take advantage of it. Probably should’ve used that time to go car shopping though, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

You listened as he outlined what was wrong with your car and how he planned to fix it. You were focusing on what he was saying for the most part, but it was easy to get distracted as you watched the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he moved and shifted. You were practically salivating by the time that he finished talking.

“You got all that, sweetheart?” he asked with a laugh, knowing that you had definitely tuned out at a few different points as he spoke.

“I got the important parts,” you said, not trying to deny that you let your mind wander.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked, a curious glint in his eyes.

“At least until you fix my car,” you laughed.

“Maybe I should take my time then.”

You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don’t know how professional that would be of you, Bishop.”

“First you want me to call you sweetheart, and now you want me to be professional?” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges, “You’ve gotta pick one or the other.”

You smiled, nodding, “Fair enough,” you paused, “How about this?” you saw the curiosity written all over his face as you continued, “I’ll budget an extra night or two in Santo Padre into my plans, that way you don’t gotta drag out fixing my car. Besides,” you smiled, “I can’t afford to pay for three days’ worth of labor.”

He smiled and nodded, “Alright. That sounds fair. In that case I could have you up and running by tonight.”

“Just in time for you to take me out for a drink?”

He smiled, “Yea. But I wouldn’t make you take your car for that.”

“Oh? You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head as he gestured towards the row of motorcycles, “I’ll take you out on the town in style.”

You laughed, “Can’t wait,” you stood up off the stool, “I guess I’ll let you get to work then. I know I can be a bit distracting.”

“You’re a welcome distraction,” he nodded towards the building behind you, “If you wanna get outta the heat you can go wait in the clubhouse. My guys will take care of you.”

“Wow,” you tucked your hands into your pockets, “feel like I’m getting the royal treatment.”

He smiled, “Because you are,” he walked over to his toolbox and started taking a few things out, “I’ll come and get you when I’m done.”

You made your way over to the clubhouse. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw Bishop standing there, watching you walk away. You couldn’t help but to flash him a smile as you continued to make your way away from him.

When you pushed open the door to the clubhouse, suddenly everything began to make a lot more sense. You saw multiple men walking around with kuttes on, which explained why you got the feeling the place was a bit like the island of misfit toys. It took all kinds. However, despite the fact that it was home base for the local MC, it didn’t feel like an intimidating place to be. You felt perfectly comfortable as you approached the bar and took a seat.

“What can I get you?” the young man behind the bar offered you a sweet smile as he asked the question.

You clocked the prospect patch on his kutte as you looked him over, “Just water, please. Just trying to get outta the heat.”

“What brings you here? Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he noted as he handed you a bottle of water.

You sighed slightly, “Car broke down,” you took a sip of your water, “One of your guys is working on it now, though. Bishop?”

The man behind the bar looked surprised, and the man who was sitting a couple stools down from you couldn’t refrain from making a comment. He turned towards you, “Damn, Bish is working on your car?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Been a minute since I seen Pres get his hands dirty out there. You know him?”

You shook your head, “Don’t know any of you guys, actually.”

He moved to the stool next to yours, holding out his hand, “I’m Angel,” he nodded towards the man behind the bar, “That knucklehead is EZ.”

You laughed as you shook his hand, giving a courteous nod to EZ, “Nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N.”

The three of you sat and chatted while you waited for Bishop to finish up your car. You laughed as you listened to the two of them banter back and forth. For as much as you wished that your car hadn’t broken down, there were a lot worse people to be spending your afternoon with, so you really couldn’t complain.

“So I met Chucky and Coco,” you said as you sipped on your water.

“The dynamic duo,” EZ said with a laugh as he cleaned the glasses behind the bar.

“Is that right?” you asked with a smile.

“Nah, we all love Chucky,” Angel said, “But him and Coco are on the same wavelength sometimes. Shit’s weird.”

You were listening to the two of them dive into another story when a different voice cut through the conversation, “These guys bothering you?”

You laughed as you turned around to face Bishop, “Not at all. They’ve been perfect gentlemen.”

He raised one eyebrow as he looked back and forth between EZ and Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “What’s the verdict on my car, presidente?”

Angel and EZ biting back their laughter was audible. Bishop shot them a look but the serious expression only lasted for a moment as a smile broke out across his face, “So I see the three of you have been talking.”

“We have,” you leaned back against the smile, “I’ve also been informed that I have to be pretty high up on the totem pole in order for you to be the one to work on my car.”

He shook his head with a quiet laugh, “Something like that.”

“You decide to work on my car just because you thought I was cute, Bishop?”

“If I say yes are you gonna be mad?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“Then…yes.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his response. And you also couldn’t help but to notice the surprised looks on the faces of EZ and Angel as they watched you and Bishop go back and forth. Something told you that the Bishop that you were talking to, wasn’t the Bishop that they were used to seeing. That in and of itself was very interesting to you.

“But in answer to your original question,” Bishop got the conversation back on track, “Your car should be good to go.”

“Perfect, thank you so much,” you hopped off the stool, “I’ll go square everything up with Chucky, then.”

Bishop shook his head, his hand catching you by the waist when you went to walk by him, “You’re all set.”

“Bishop,” you folded your arms across your chest, “I can’t just let you not charge me.”

He nodded slowly, “Alright. First round is on you tonight then. Deal?”

You nodded, knowing that that was as much as you were going to be able to get him to budge, “Deal.”

“Let me go clean up and change. I’m sure these two can keep you amused in the meantime.”

You laughed, nodding, “I think so.”

He let his fingers trail lightly across the small of your back as he walked away. This time it was your turn to watch him, biting down lightly on your bottom lip as you did. You stepped back and found your seat once more at the bar, not able to return your attention to the men in front of you until Bishop was completely out of sight.

“Seriously,” Angel said with a laugh, “who are you?” he shook his head, “Never seen Bish flex so hard around someone.”

You laughed, “It’s because he knows he’s on a time crunch. Can’t play the long-game.”

“Time crunch?” EZ spoke up.

You nodded, “Yea, I’m just passing through. Honestly, Santo Padre wasn’t even really a stop I was planning to make before my car shit the bed,” you chuckled with a shrug, “But now that I’m here I might as well make the most of it. Told Bishop I’d budget in some extra time here if he could make it worth my while.”

“Damn,” Angel shook his head with a smile, “you really put him on the spot like that, huh?”

“He certainly didn’t seem to mind,” you laughed.

“Yea, I’ll bet he didn’t,” there was a knowing smirk on Angel’s face as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.

Before you could try to pry further into what he meant by that, Bishop reappeared in a fresh set of clothes and his kutte. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were gawking at him as he approached you. He smiled as he approached you, holding out a hand to help you hop down off the stool.

“Ready if you are.”

You nodded, “I was born ready,” you laughed as he draped an arm around your waist and guided you back towards the door to the clubhouse.

“Anywhere in particular you’re looking to go?”

You shook your head, “You’re calling the shots tonight, Pres.” You heard Angel let out a whistle from the bar at your statement and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You turned to look at Bishop as the two of you exited the clubhouse, “Your guys seem pretty happy for you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, something like that.”

You let him guide you over to the bikes. You weren’t sure if you should mention to him that you had never ridden one before. But he must’ve seen the look of slight apprehension on your face because he gave you a reassuring smile as he handed you a spare helmet.

“It’s not that bad. Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.”

You smiled at him as you clipped the helmet on, “That sounds like an easy direction to follow.”

He got onto his bike and helped you to do the same, giving you a moment to get situated. You draped your arms lightly around his waist, but the second the bike roared to life your hold on him instantly tightened, causing him to laugh. He checked one last time that you were good to go and once you said yes, he shot out of the compound. You were holding onto him so tight that you were afraid you were going to crack one of his ribs, but he didn’t say anything.

A few miles into the ride, you finally loosened your hold on Bishop a little, allowing him to breathe with ease. You could feel his body vibrating with laughter as you slowly found your comfort.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You laughed as you leaned against him, “All good.”

Of all the towns that you could’ve gotten stranded in for an afternoon, you were glad that it was Santo Padre. And if there was anyone worth switching up your travel plans for, you had a feeling that it was Bishop.