#mayans mc x gender neutral reader

[bumblesimagines]

Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father. 

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll. 

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got. 

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!" 

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse. 

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Someone who cares (Angel Reyes x nurse!reader)

Summary: You patch up Angel when he gets injured and end up realizing more about yourself than you were expecting

Pairing: Angel Reyes x nurse!reader (I kept it gender neutral so it can be read as a female or male or non-binary character)

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Mayans MC. I’m still finding their voices and I probably need to watch the seasons another time to make sure I got it. Hopefully, Angel didn’t get too ooc.

Wordcount: 915

Warnings: mentions of bullet wound and canon violence, but nothing major

You were pretty sure you had never been this angry or scared in your life. Your heart seemed to be trying to bust out of your chest and your hands were shaking so much you could barely hold the needle to stitch Angel’s shoulder.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you asked, slapping his uninjured arm, your face a mask of fury. You weren’t even a little bit sympathetic at his little whine of hurt as he moved around, trying to escape your assault.

Been brought up in this life, among the Mayans, seeing them injured or even dead sometimes wasn’t something new. It hurt, of course, because you considered them all family, but you knew it was part of this life.

Was this precisely the reason you decided to go to nursing school? So you could help patch them up whenever they were either unable to use the tunnels or if they needed some quicker care before going back to a job.

So, seeing Angel here, with a wounded shoulder shouldn’t faze you all that much. You had treated worst than a bullet graze. Yet, here you were, completely undone by the sight of older Reyes brother bleeding on your gurney.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop that!” Angel complained with a frown as took hold of your hands. You could feel the warmth of his skin even through your latex gloves. “Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh no?” Your voice was getting a little more high-pitched now as the mess of emotions bubbling under your skin threatened to spill. “ ‘cause everyone seemed to think you jumped in front of that bullet.”

Angel snorted and held onto your wrists tighter, bringing your hands to his chest to keep them from escaping and assaulting him with slaps once again. It wasn’t like they actually hurt but it was the principle of the thing.

“I was just getting Ez out of the way,” he explained, meeting your eyes. “It would’ve done a lot worse to him, trust me.”

You stopped your struggling to be free of his grip and just heaved a long sigh that sounded more like a sob. Your brain finally caught up with your heart and you finally understood why you were so upset.

You cared for Angel. More than you realized at first. More than you would like to admit. Even to yourself.  

Face with that truth, your shoulders sagged and you ducked your head as you tried to recompose yourself. Angel must have judged himself to be safe because he let go of your hands and tilted your chin up so he could properly look at you.

“Are you ok?” You shook your head once and finally looked at him.

“You love Ez, I get that. He’s your baby brother.”

“Ok,” Angel frowned at you, confused and you sighed once again, stepping away from him and focusing on the tray of medical supplies so you wouldn’t have to look at him as the next words came out of your lips.

“I just wished you would stop trying to get yourself killed to prove it to everyone else.” Angel’s little gasp of shock was discreet but perfectly clear in the otherwise silent room.

As you treaded the needle you were going to use, you wondered if he even realized he did that. Put himself second to his brother. Even if you didn’t know a lot about Señor Reyes, you had witnessed enough of his interactions with both sons to realize he was closer to Ez than he was to Angel. You could only imagine what kind of wounds and resentment grew from that. And that might be why the older Reyes brother seemed to think he was disposable when compared to Ez and frequently put himself out there to protect his little brother.

Regardless of the reason, you hated it. Even if it wasn’t any of your business. Even if you knew Angel probably didn’t even see you like that.

“I hope one day you realize,” you spoke again, tone soft as you finally approached him to suture him up. “That there are several people that would be incredibly devastated if you end up dead.”

“You mean like you?” Angel asked a small teasing smile on his lips despite your loaded statement. But wasn’t that one of the reasons you liked him? His ability to lighten up the mood with his antics.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, not looking directly at him. The motions of stitching up skin had become almost second nature to you but still, it was nice to have a reason to focus on something else. “But mostly I meant your brothers.”

“Right…” Angel chuckled loudly and smirked. “Just admit you like me!”

“You really wanna mess with me while I have a sharp object this close to your open wound?” You threatened, but it was devoid of any actual heat and only made Angel smirk grow.

“Pfff! You wouldn’t! Because you liiiiike me!” You rolled at eyes but didn’t answer, focusing instead on finishing up his stitches and patching up the suture.

“Thanks!” He said climbing down from the gurney. “I’ll try to keep the jumping in front of bullets to a minimum from now on.”

To your surprise he pressed a kiss to your cheek before heading towards the door, leaving you behind to shake off your shock and laugh at his silliness as a small flower of hope started to blossom in your heart.

 xxx

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Mayans MC + Reader

Anon asked: can you do a platonic mayans mc imagine where the reader (gender neutral or a girl) is a street kid (preferably a teenager) who steals wallets and stuff and they break into the clubhouse to steal money/food and one time they get caught. at first the reader is timid and doesn't really trust anyone but after some time they became part of the family? thank you! 💙 (! if you don't do platonic imagines then you can make this into angel x reader (with the reader over 18 of course!)

Word Count: 1.2k

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You had been watching the scrap yard for five days. You were sure that there would be food, because of the time the riders used to spend inside, being super easily entering by night. The walls weren't too high and there was a tree close to the limit, so you just needed to climb it and jump. You were doing it since you were eight, when your family abandoned you and you had to survive in the streets. So, you waited for the last motorbike to leave and the man with strange hands to close the main door.

Past half one in the night, you checked that it wasn't no one close or looking to cross the road. Putting on the hoodie of the black sweater, you climbed the tree to have one look among the trash. There was somekind of house at the end of the yard, knowing that that was your objective. Jumping to the wall, you whistled waiting for some seconds. No dogs. No danger. Supporting your hands on the edge of the wall to leave your body goes down, your legs muffled the jump, shaking after your knees to take off the dust.

You were walking from row to row to avoid being caught, until you reached a green door that separated the house from the scrap yard. Grabbing from your bag some needles, you opened the padlock to open it and come in. Everything was dark inside, having to use a lantern to guide your steps through the yard to the porch. The fact that the door wasn't locked surprised you, open it slightly to stick your head out and check that there wasn't anyone inside of it. Lights off and all clear. You came in, finding the kitchen at your left like a miracle.

There was a lot of food inside, having a sandwich and so many fried potatoes, even if they were cold. At this point, you didn't care about the temperature. You also grabbed a beer from the fridge, one of these mixed with tequila, over the other classics. You were sixteen, but you weren't stupid. The problem was when you had another. And another. And another. Until you had the whole six pack. You were too drunk to leave, deciding to have some rest on the comfortable leather sofa. Just some seconds.

“Wake up, querida”.

Those words sounded like a far echo, opening your eyelids with some blinks until you knew you had been caught by eight men; two of them pointing you with loaded guns. Sitting up on the sofa too scared to talk, you just looked at them, babbling with no sense.

“Were you hungry, ah?” The shortest man with a big black moustache, crossed his arms on his chest waiting for an explanation. You nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah, and thirsty”. A much younger one spoke this time.

“I-I'm so-sorry… I just…”

You decided to use the ‘cry-card’, hoping they would take pity on your life and let you go. But they didn't believe those crocodile tears.

It's five to nine in the morning and you're walking around the main Mayan's table like a locked lion. Nervous like never before. The guys are positioned around Bishop's chair, in front of your laptop, waiting to be nine o'clock. They know how much you're suffering, because you're like an open book.

You have to recognize that, at first, it was hard to trust that they just wanted to take care of you; because they locked you down for a week, until they showed you that you were safe. It was easy with the youngest. Angel and Coco were always making jokes and fun to see you smile, while Creeper and Gilly were too busy teasing you, according to them, to make you stronger mentally. The oldest used to treat you like a kid, until they saw that you never had the opportunity to be one.

Since that night when you came to steal some food, they practically adopted you after knowing your story. You hadn't a house, a job, a family… Anything. They were like angels fallen from heaven. Your salvation. They taught you to fight, to shoot, to be silent, to be loud, to fix a bike and a car. They taught you about self-love, about the meaning of having a family and friends. They welcomed you, just asking you for loyalty. Simple and clearly. And you did. Of course you did. You don't know what could be of your life, if they didn't ‘find’ you.

“Querida, come here”. Bishop says offering you a hand, while Taza makes himself aside to let you catch it.

Sitting you on his lap, he urges you to look at him. That man. That man who turned into your father, in all the aspects you could imagine. He gave you, literally, all. Even the time he hadn't. Leaving a kiss on your temple, he surrounds you closer with his arms.

“You will pass it. You will be the best doctor ever, okay? Trust yourself as we trust you”.

They made you continue your studies. They all paid your years at college, a house in San Diego and all your bills, as if you were one of them. And even if you swore to give them the money back, you know they will never accept it. They love you. And you love them.

“Vamos, mija, es la hora”. (C'mon, ‘daughter’, it's time). Marcus says, feeling more nervous than before that you can't even type your name.

Angel does for you, entering into the college database. Having a deep breath and receiving a kiss on your head from Tranq, you look for the final grades. There are a lot of students on the list, licking your lips while you type your surname on the searcher. Clicking enter, the database shows you the results of your exams, and the final grade. You find yourself crying like a child, while the guys cheer you.

You did it.

You did it after long nights studying, falling asleep on top of some bike, on the billar, on the Templo's table, on your bed… everywhere. After days being obligated by Creeper and Gilly to eat, just because you didn't want to lose a single second of study. After tedious mornings teasing EZ to help you with maths. After all this time, you did it.

“You took me off so many bullets, to fail, mami”. Coco laughs, don't trying to remember that crazy ride.

“Congrats', princesa”. Riz says hugging you, as soon as you get up from Bishop's lap.

“Call the charters, prospect, we're having a party tonight”. Angel sings somewhat loud.

“That's my decision, not yours”. El Presidente turna at him, pointing his chest with a finger. “Call the charters, prospect, we're having the best party ever tonight in honour of our beautiful doctor”.

[bumblesimagines]

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i’d tap that.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

Angel Reyes

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i’d tap that.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

reminder that i do have a ko-fi if anyone has ever wanted to tip me!

"Angel, what do you think of me?" It wasn't everyday you asked Angel Reyes for his opinion, but one disastrous date had left you feeling down and desperate for at least some comfort. Angel blinked at you, lips pressed to the rim of his bottle and brows slowly knitting in question. "Do you think I'm boring? Hopeless and destined for nothing?"

“Who the fuck said that? You’re great.” Angel scoffed and took one last swing of his beer, emptying the bottle completely and shoving it in the direction of the nearest prospect.

"I had a date last night and they said I was boring." You revealed in a mutter, a soft sigh slipping past your lips. Your first date in years and it ended with tears, wine, and ice cream. Angel winced.

"Fuck 'em. They don't know what their missing out on."

"What are they missing out on, Angel? I serve beers to criminals for a living and only have a one bedroom apartment to my name." You groaned and slumped down on the bar, face burying into your forearms. Angel exchanged a glance with the amused yet silent Ez beside him.

"Well, for starters, your ass is your best quality." Ez elbowed his side. "And, you have a great sense of humor. Besides, not everyone can serve beer to a motorcycle club and not piss themselves."

You laughed into your arms and lifted your head with a small smile. "My ass is my best quality."

"Exactly. I'd tap that."

"I'd be flattered but you'd fuck anything that breathes and has a hole, Angel."

[bumblesimagines]

"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

- EZ Reyes

"You're always so quick to defend them. What's the real reason behind your loyalty?"

"How convenient, showing up whenever they need you."

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

You considered yourself to be rather laidback when it came to exes. You chose your partners carefully and deliberately, ensuring the relationship wouldn't end up being a waste of time. It's why you'd been so certain about Ezekiel Reyes.

The sweet, charismatic biker caught your eye the moment he'd sauntered into the courthouse as a prospect. He appeared humble and thoughtful, taking his duties as prospect seriously and often helping you tend to the bar whenever possible. You knew his past from the other members. A young man set on avenging his mom faced the consequences of accidentally shooting an officer. His story had been gut-wrenching and you sympathized with him.

But, as you looked through the trailer's window and watched him speak with Emily Galindo, you wondered if you had made the right choice.

"How convenient," You murmured as Ez entered the trailer and tossed his gloves aside. "Showing up whenever I need you."

"She has no idea it's your birthday, (Y/N). Don't be like that."

"Don't be like what, Ezekiel?" You snapped and he blinked, leaning back slightly at the irritated tone lacing your voice. Sally stirred beside you, a soft whine emitting from her throat. You ran your hand over her soft fur and inhaled sharply, attempting to ease your growing anger.

"Em's done nothing to you. I don't get why you hate her so much." You took another deep breath and rubbed the bridge of your nose at his words. For a guy known for his intelligence and quick-thinking, he sure was clueless when it came to his little ex.

"You're always so quick to defend her. What's the real reason behind your loyalty? Because that little blonde brat doesn't give a shit about you, Ez."

His brows knitted and a frown stretched out on his face. "Don't call her that-"

"Oh, my god." You breathlessly laughed and stood up, snatching your phone and wallet from the table. You shook your head, almost in disbelief, and faced him.

"If you want to be her little servant so badly, go for it. Don't come crying back to me when she keeps choosing her husband over you."

[bumblesimagines]

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

- Ez Reyes

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

pronouns: gender neutral, they/them

"Well, fuck."

Who would've thought that on a perfectly nice Friday evening, you'd answer the doorbell expecting to see a delivery driver only to see your ex-boyfriend standing there bloody and bruised. The very guy you'd last seen when they hauled him away in handcuffs for murder.

Ezekiel fucking Reyes.

You stared at him for a long moment, looking over the blood and slowly forming bruises on his face. A trickle of blood dripped down from his bloody nose, staining his kutte. Your eyes automatically drifted to the patch on the kutte. Prospect. That fucking idiot. No doubt he'd only recently gotten out of prison, and there was, a pretty little prospect for the Mayans.

"I thought you were smart, Reyes. Graduating with honors and all that. When the mighty fall, they really do take quite the tumble, huh?" Your arms crossed across your chest and you felt your jaw clenched. The only thing you saw when you looked into his was Emily and her stupid little smile. The little vixen that had snatched your best friend and boyfriend right from under your nose.

Ez winced and his honey-colored eyes turned downward. "I'm sorry... My bike has a punctured tire and your house was closest." He explained quietly. It surprisingly stung to hear his reasoning.

"I'll give Angel a call-"

"No, no, he'll make a big deal out of this."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't blame him. You look shit." You spoke bluntly and a grin cracked on his face, though it only made him wince and hiss lowly. Rolling your eyes and moving aside, you motioned for him to step inside.

You gathered any and all medical supplies you had stored away and dumped them onto the small dining table, having Ez take a seat and tilt his head up while you worked. Spending so much time around Angel had taught you how to patch somebody up after a rough day and so you put your skills to work.

"You're unusually quiet." Ez said softly. "I expected a big lecture on fighting and driving motorcycles."

"I don't know what to say." You replied, focusing on a small cut on his red cheek. "This has never happened before. My exes don't usually show up at night looking for a doctor."

"I can start the small talk-"

"Don't."

"I thought you left. Angel said you left Santo Padre a year after..." Ez trailed off and you paused your movements, meeting his softened gaze. You weren't sure if he meant a year after dumping you or a year after getting locked up, but either way, his soft tone annoyed you. Your jaw clenched and you leaned back, flicking the damp cotton swab aside.

"Yeah, I went to school. I got engaged and when that went to shit, I came back. Now, I'm an event coordinator for a town that's slowly dying because of the little fucking cartel on our doorstep. But I'm sure you know all about that, prospect." You spat the word out as if it were venom and Ez immediately looked away from you, looking rather small for a man with manslaughter on his record.

"Thanks for patching me up." Ez muttered. "And... I'm sorry for everything."

[bumblesimagines]

❛  just friends don’t look at each other like that.  ❜

❛  remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ?  ❜

- Ez

❛  just friends don’t look at each other like that.  ❜

❛  remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ?  ❜

pronouns for y/n: any/gender neutral

"Remember how we agreed not to catch feelings…?"

You nearly winced at his words, fingers drumming against the wood of the bar. You forced out a hum of acknowledgement and nodded, urging him to continue despite the dread bubbling in your stomach. Your eyes flickered past the handsome Mayan to look at his brother but luckily, snores escaped the bearded man and a dribble of drool trickled down onto the seat. If Ez's words hadn't rooted you in your spot, you would've rushed over to snap a picture of him.

"Yeah, I remember." You cleared your throat, looking back at Ez. His soft eyes studied your face for a moment, obviously having picked up on your tone.

Licking his lips, Ez briefly glanced down at his beer bottle. "I, uh..."

"Spit it out, Reyes. You're making me nervous."

"Right." He breathily laughed, his boyish smile making heat erupt on your face. Ezekiel Reyes had many good qualities but his smile never failed to make you feel like a little kid talking to their crush.

The familiar rumble of motorcycles pulled his attention away from you and a small frown appeared on his face. He wordlessly turned back to you and nodded toward the backdoor, rising from the barstool when you nodded. Your shift was practically over anyway, you doubted Bishop would care.

"What's so important you can't tell me infront of your boys?" You asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice when you mentioned the other Mayans. Ez chuckled softly, pulling the door open for you and stepping out after you. When he didn't respond, your throat tightened, anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. The fact he had brought up the agreement to never catch feelings only intensified the anxiety. Only Hank had noticed your ever-growing crush on the youngest Reyes but he'd sworn he wouldn't tell a soul.

"I promise it's nothing bad." Ez assured you, casting a glance over his shoulder during the short trek to his trailer. You forced another hum and eyed the trailer before following him inside.

His home had become increasingly familiar to you over the last few months. You'd find yourself visiting his trailer after late night shifts, exchanging stories over some beers before allowing the booze to do the acting. The mornings were often filled with light teasing about his tiny bed and complaining about hangovers. It'd only taken two flings before you had decided to set some ground rules, one of them being about feelings. After some turbulent relationships, you wanted to focus on everything but romance. And Ez- still mending the heart Gaby had broken- happily agreed.

But now, as you sat down on the couch, you wondered if the observant man had noticed something. If he had, you were certain he'd let you down easy.

"So, what is it, Reyes?" You asked and leaned back, propping your arm up and praying the fake coolness looked real.

Inhaling deeply, Ez leaned against the counter. "I wanted you to hear this from me, not Angel." His words made you grimace and he chuckled again upon seeing your face.

"Go on, then."

"I realized I haven't been completely honest with myself since we started sleeping together. I thought it would take for ever to let her go but once we started seeing each other I really grew to like you, (Y/N). Everything about you. I mean, shit... You deserve better than the clubhouse. I know the last thing you want to do is get involved with a Mayan but Angel mentioned some things and...  just friends don’t look at each other like that."

"What exactly are you saying, Ez?" You asked breathlessly.

"I'm saying I'm in love with you."

[bumblesimagines]

“kiss me, i’m miserable.”

“you just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

With pregnant ftm or gn!reader with Ez

“you just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“kiss me, i’m miserable.”

"Kiss me, I'm miserable." Your demand caused your husband to smile and chuckle, eyes tearing away from his book and onto your pouting face. With an exhausted body ready to push out a human and a devoted husband, you had to make the most of it.

"Didn't I just finish giving you a foot massage?" Ez asked with a raised brow, closing his book and setting it aside. You bit your bottom lip and shrugged.

"A kiss will make everything go away." You responded with a smile, eyes shutting and lips puckering. Ez could only smile and comply, kissing you sweetly and cupping your cheek. He pulled back and gently bumped his nose against yours, looking into your eyes.

"Happy?"

"Mmm.." Scrunching up your nose, you shook your head. "One more."

"You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” He teased and pecked the tip of your nose.

"I married you, didn't I?" You giggled softly and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Seeing your ex again after returning to Santo Padre

Request: Yes or No

I promise Bridgerton is coming! School just ended and I'm taking a mini break by watching Mayans MC.

~~~

Returning to Santo Padre had been a tough decision. You'd done everything in your power to leave the town and start fresh somewhere where you wouldn't have to worry about violence or drugs. Your father had respected the decision but he had been more than thrilled to learn you were returning, even if just for a little.

Truthfully, it wasn't just the cartel and its effects keeping you away. Hank had told you about Ez and his release from prison. The memory of being told he had been arrested for murder remained fresh in your mind. Ez had his whole life planned out and it came crumbling down in a single night. Back then, you thought you'd be settling down in a nice house with a professional baseball player.

Despite the sudden breakup, you were glad he had only served 8 years. Especially given his original sentence.

"Here goes nothing." You muttered, driving through the open gate and coming to a stop. After making sure your bike wouldn't topple over, you slid off your helmet and noticed Chucky approaching with a wide smile.

"It seems like families just keep being reunited." He breathed out. Still as quirky as ever. "How are you, (Y/N)?"

"All good. The guys been treating you well?" You smiled at him, setting your helmet on the seat as the door to the clubhouse creaked open.

"There's my Einstein!" Your father hollered and laughed as you groaned. Hank stepped out of the clubhouse and the rest of the members followed. Hank extended his arms, the smile on his face bringing one to your own. You wrapped your arms around him, smelling the faint scent of cigarettes and beer. His warm and familiar embrace filled you with nostalgia. You lost count of how many times you had needed it while away.

"Damn, you've grown. You were just a ratoncito with big dreams last time I saw you." Bishop grinned from behind your father. You chuckled at his words and pulled back, greeting him and Taza with hugs. The two men were practically your uncles and they loved you just as much as your father.

"Good to see you, Beverly Hills."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Coco." You scoffed at his words, the toothy grin on his face only growing.

"You're back?" You could've sworn you felt your heart clench at the familiar voice. You met Cocos eyes and he gave a small nod to confirm your thoughts.

"Come on, boys. Let's give the ex lovers a moment." Bishop called, nodding to the house. You watched them enter one by one, your father being the last. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him.

Wrong choice.

He'd matured. Gentle features were now sharp but his eyes were still as soft as ever. He'd become more muscular and even grown an inch or two in height. A tattoo adorned his arm and he sported the clubs jacket. A prospect.

"Reyes."

"Don't." His protest was soft and breathless, almost as if he wasn't sure you were real.

"Ezekiel."

"Ez." He corrected, brows furrowing as his lips formed a frown. "I- I never... I thought I'd never see you again."

"You know my dad is with the club, Ez." The nickname felt foreign now after the years.

"Yeah, but.. I expected you to keep away-"

"After you dumped me? Throwing away loved ones isn't my thing, Ez." Your gaze hardened on him and he looked away. "It's yours."

"Ouch." Someone hissed from behind you and you turned your head in time for the clubhouse door to slam shut. Hank and Coco scrambled away from the window.

"I didn't want you to waste your time by being with me. 20 fucking years, (Y/N). I couldn't hold you back from your dreams."

"People get out on good behavior all the time."

"Those who kill cops rarely ever do." He retorted in a quieter voice. He took a step closer to you and reached out, hesitating before placing his hand on your cheek. A rough thumb brushed over your skin and you instinctively leaned into his touch.

"I missed you. More than you'll ever know."

Gifs aren't mine.

[bumblesimagines]

“ did you do the laundry? “ “ yes, now where’s my kiss? “

Angel

“ did you do the laundry? “ “ yes, now where’s my kiss? “

You were surprised to enter the house and find the mess you had woken up to clean. It seemed like Angel had taken your lecture to heart and made sure to make his place look presentable.

"You happy? I did everything you asked."

"I shouldn't have to ask, Angel." You pointed out as he left the hallway, setting your keys aside and shutting the door. He raised his brows at you and you smiled.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy." You added softly, watching his face shift into a pleased one. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Did you do the laundry?"

"Yes, now where’s my kiss?" Angel puckered his lips but you covered his mouth and pushed his face away, earning a loud whine from the manchild.

"Not so fast, sweetheart." You laughed and shrugged off your jacket, draping it over the armrest of the couch. "I gotta check if you did it right."

"You serious?" Angel scoffed. "'Course I did! You think I've been living like a slob this whole time?"

"Yeah, actually." You grinned at him and giggled, leaning up to kiss the pout away. He slipped his arms around your waist and hummed, giving a cheeky grin.

"Guess it's time to dirty the bed again."

"Angel!"

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Ez when his partner is on their period

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns for (Y/N): They/Them, gender neutral

~~~

We all know those guys who would rather walk a mile on burning concrete than go down the aisle and pick out menstrual products

Well, Ezekiel Reyes is not one of those guys

Ezekiel Reyes will happily go down that aisle, pick out whatever you need, and look any smirking man in the eye during checkout

You know why?

"At least I'm man enough to treat my baby right."

Ez will get you whatever you need, whether or not you ask him to

The moment you get your period for the first time while with him, he marks it down on his calendar to track it

He knows the days you get your period and will call you up days prior to ask if you've run out of anything

Who needs a period tracker when you've got Ez motherfucking Reyes?

After you and Ez become official, he has his own menstrual products tucked away in his bathroom in case of any accidents or irregular periods

Speaking of accidents, don't even sweat it if you leak through and onto his sheets

Ez will just silently change the sheets, ask if you need anything, and move on

He buys a heating pad for whenever you stay over and he definitely doesn't use it for himself what are you talking about

Ez reads up on what is and isn't good for you to have on your period and makes sure to remind you

He definitely doesn't mind having days in where he just cuddles with you and keeps you company while you deal with the symptoms

We all need a Ez Reyes in our lives

[bumblesimagines]

“ how long are you gonna sit there? “ “ all night, if that's what it takes. “

Ez

“ how long are you gonna sit there? “

“ all night, if that's what it takes. “

Ezekiel Reyes was one stubborn man. It’d been two hours since he had arrived and planted himself outside your house in hopes of giving you an explanation. But you didn’t want one. You’d seen Emily leaving his trailer after he’d reassured you countless times that she was nothing more than a memory. 

“How long are you gonna sit there?” You questioned, one hand gripping the coffee cup and the other holding your curtain. You watched him through the window, eyeing the key set beside him. Whether it was out of respect or possible fear, Ez hadn’t used the key to enter the house. He wanted you to grant him access inside. 

“All night, if that's what it takes.” He responded, turning his head to look at you. “I just wanna talk, (Y/N).”

“I don’t like excuses, Ezekiel.”

“I just..” Pursing his lips, he pushed himself off the porch step and picked up the key. Stuffing it into his pocket, he approached the window and sighed. 

“I swear, nothing happened with Emily. She just wanted to-”

“To use you again. That woman is gonna get you killed, Ez, and I don’t want to be there when it happens. You keep letting her back into your life when all she’s done since you’ve been out is use you, whether it’s to benefit you or her husband. And like the dumbass that you are, you let her back in.” You set your coffee cup on the windowsill and crossed your arms. Ez lowered his head and remained silent.

“I don’t give a shit when people are friends with their exes. But Emily? Emily is the type of ex who will continue disrupting your life to help herself. You know why she does it? Cause you let her, Ez.” He lifted his head to look back at you, frown on his face. His shoulders slowly lowered and he allowed defeat to take over. He knew it was true. 

“I love you, (Y/N). I don’t want to lose you cause of a mistake.” Resting his head against the window, he sighed softly.

“You’re the only normal thing in my life and.. the only thing keeping me grounded in this fucked up world.” He muttered. 

“Just one more chance. I’ll make things right.”

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Ez when his partner is expecting

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns for (Y/N): They/Them

Before anyone comes at me for tagging this as M!reader, keep ftm readers in mind

~~~

First, we can't start this without talking about how you tell him

It had been dinner with Ez stuffing his face and ranting about god-knows-what, completely oblivious to the bomb you were about to drop

As soon as the words leave your lips, Ez stops, fork in hand and cheeks full of food

You could practically see the gears turning in his head

As soon as it settles, he leans back in his chair, finishes chewing, stands up and gives you a bear hug

If the both of you were still living in the trailer, you certainly aren’t now

The first few weeks of your pregnancy, he's normal

He reads anything he can find on pregnancy and often tells you facts he’s learned

If you have any symptoms, he's by your side, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings

Once you start showing, it’s a whole different story

Seeing your bump is the push he needed to finally enter Papa Bear Mode

His hand is constantly on your bump when you’re around, thumb always rubbing up and down

When laying down, he loves resting his head next to your bump and talking to it, both in English and broken Spanish

Once the bump grows, he’s able to convince Bishop and Marcus to give him time off (seeing as they both know the feeling of fatherhood, they understand Ez)

He refuses to leave you alone or let you do anything

But on the flip side, this man will do anything for you

This includes; massages, warm baths, pampering, getting your favorite food

You want it? You got it!

At the 7-9 month period, Ez is obsessed with kissing your belly and just being around you

He recites poetry, collects all the books his late mother read to him as a child, and attends classes 

When you go into labor, Angel is surprisingly the one freaking out

“That’s my nephew/niece! I swear to God, if any of you assholes fuck this up-”

Ez is by your side, holding your hand and doing the breathing exercises alongside you

Any contraction that pains you just makes him wince and praise you

His eyes don’t leave your face until he hears the first cries

For a moment, he freezes but then he hears the congratulations and praises from the staff and holy shit he’s a dad now

His face when he first holds his baby is pure admiration and love

Ez no longer had one true love, he now had two

And God help anyone who ever thought about threatening his beloved family

BONUS

Felipe had been... conflicted when first told the news

On one hand, he was thrilled about being a grandfather!

But on the other, he was nervous about Ez and the darkness in him waiting to make its appearance

However, seeing how Ez looked at the baby and the gentleness in which he treated you, he knew things were gonna be alright

Angel refused to hold the baby 

He was terrified of hurting or dropping them

It took a lot of coaxing and reassuring from him to finally hold them

And it was love at first sight

He was more than ready to play the fun uncle role

All of Santo Padre was there, in the halls of the hospital waiting and praying

Ez was respected and loved by them, they had to be there for their brother 

When they see Ez step out with that stupid little smile, they’re all relieved

Your baby would be well taken care of, that was for sure

[bumblesimagines]

“ you are what’s important right now.”

“ why don't you come here for a second?”

With pregnant reader (they/them pronounce)

With Ez

“ why don't you come here for a second?”

“ you are what’s important right now.”

You shoved the oreo cookie into your mouth, listening to the podcast playing through your earphones. You closed the packet and set it aside, turning around and seeing Ez standing by the island with a deep frown on his face.

Pulling the headphones out, you chewed on the cookie and set your phone aside. Ez kept his eyes concentrated on your face, hard features softening.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked softly. "A call? Text? Why'd I have to find out through Pop?"

"I didn't want to bother you." You answered meekly, biting the inside of your cheek when you felt a kick. She hadn't even been born yet and she was already picking sides. What a traitor. Gently rubbing your bump, you gave a small smile. “How was your day?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Ez muttered, sliding off his kutte and draping it over one of the stools, one hand rubbing his shoulder. He was annoyed and concerned, you could tell. 

“Why don't you come here for a second?” You knew he wasn’t actually asking. Sighing softly, you shuffled toward him and melted when he cupped your cheek with one warm comforting hand. Ez let his thumb rub against your cheek, a fond smile appearing on his face.

“Cariño, you are what’s important right now. You and the little princess you’re carrying. I’m loyal to club and will be until I die but you will always come first. I need to know when things change, especially when they involve our child.” Ez spoke softly and gently, dropping his hand from your cheek and instead resting it on your hip. 

“I know, babe. I’m sorry. I just.. I know how busy you guys are and-”

“I’ll drop everything if I need to be by your side, alright? Don’t ever hesitate on giving me a call.” Ez raised his brows and tilted your chin up with his free hand, planting a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I love you, (Y/N).”