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[ravennaortiz]

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Hoodie [Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader]

Lil drabble for Coco based on this prompt! Prompt words are bolded.

Warnings: None | Words: 100

Taglist: @chibsytelford

It was weird for Coco to be calling so early, but you couldn’t help your excitement as his name flashed across your phone.

“Morning, babe!”

“Morning, mamas,” he muttered distractedly. You heard him shuffling through things and cursing quietly in the background. “Have you seen my hoodie?”

“Nooo.”

He sighed. “You’re wearing it aren’t you?”

You glanced down at the charcoal hoodie draped over your form. “…no?”

“You gotta stop stealing my clothes, ma, or I’m not gonna have any left,” he grumbled.

You grinned at the image that planted in your head. “And that would be a problem because?”

[justanoasisimagines]

Visting at work

Summary; You decide to take your two children to see Angel after you youngest has a rough day! Pairing; Angel Reyes x Female!Reader (Bishop's Daughter) Wordcount; 523 A/N; Hey my lovelies back with another Drabble! If anyone wants to see more of this little family, feel free to drop me some ideas because I'd be more than happy to write for them again! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Wheels scattered pebbles along the road as you pulled into the clubhouse. Afternoon was beginning to appear as you leaned your head against the steering wheel. Attempting to gather something, anything.

"Mamá, are we going to see Papa?" Marisol, your four-year-old asked as you glanced in the wingview mirror.

"Yeah, baby. Let me get you out of the car." Running your hand over your hair, you pushed open the car door, before retrieving Marisol and beginning to unclip Diego from his car seat attempting to not wake the sleeping baby.

Marisol circled you impatiently as you raised her brother slowly and carefully to your chest. You loved your children you did. They were the light of life. Somedays however were easier than others and today had been one of these days.

Nothing appeared to substate Marisol's boredom. You tried for hours to find something which would occupy her. Nothing. Then Diego cried constantly because he'd refused to go down for his nap becoming overtired and restless.

Slipping your hand into Marisol's, you lead her towards the Clubhouse. Marisol dragged you towards the door, knowing exactly where were you going.

Pushing open the door, Marisol let your hand go, little legs running to the left.

"Abuelo!" Marisol yelled., wincing in response, you turned your head to see Diego stirring. It was quiet while it lasted. Following behind Marisol, you slowly attempted to rock Diego attempting to get back to sleep.

"Hola, papá" You greeted your father, Bishop's eyes lit up, as he picked up Marisol into his arms, holding her tightly. She leaned to press a kiss onto his cheek. When you were close enough, he circled an arm around you bringing you into a one-armed hug, and kissing you on your cheek.

"How's my girl?" Bishop asked as you leaned enjoying a moment, before Diego resumed crying again. Pulling away, you began to attempt to soothe him.

Bishop didn't need an answer to his question. He knew the look on your face. He glanced around the room attempting to find someone who could retrieve Angel.

Moments later, Angel and Ez strode through the double doors, Marisol wiggled to get down, determined to reach her father. Diego continued to cry. Bishop opened up his arms, silently asking you to pass Diego over.

"Hey beautiful." Angel made his way over to you, taking the time to appreciate you body. Shamelessly allowing his eyes to roam.

"Hey you, how is everything?" You asked, Angel drew you, his free arm settling you into his chest. Whenever Angel was asked, he always said if he could have it his way all three of you would be in his arms whenever possible. You were who he fought for everyday, you were who kept him on the right path.

"Better now you're here. Your Dad might finally allow me to take a break. Little man still not sleeping?"

"He had a nap in the car, but not for long enough."

[mysticalmallard]

Heatwave

Description: It's impossibly hot, and Coco thinks of a way to beat the heat.

Word Count: 242

Warnings: none I can think of

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The scorching heat of the day has made Coco's apartment feel like a sauna. Sweat beads on his forehead as he turns on the ceiling fan, hoping for a small respite. His girlfriend sits on the edge of the bed, fanning herself with a magazine.

“I can’t stand this heat,” she complains, fanning more rapidly. “It���s like we’re in a damn oven.”

Coco grins, enjoying the view of his girlfriend's disheveled state. “Well, if it's that hot, why don't you just take off your clothes then?” he jokes, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

His girlfriend rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Is that your solution to every problem? Take off my clothes?" she retorts, arching an eyebrow at him.

Coco laughs and holds up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you beat the heat, that's all." He moves towards her, the heat of his body pressing against her as he grins down at her. "Besides, I wouldn't mind the view."

She swats at his chest playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?" But she doesn't push him away. Instead, she leans into him, enjoying the closeness even in this unbearable heat.

Coco wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. He places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Impossibly charming, you mean," he says with a smirk, his hands now starting to wander down her back.

[mochaxmars]

For love is medicine | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥 + 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔𝟕𝟐

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫…𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 :)

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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And there he was.

The man she made such an effort to avoid.

From across the room, she observed his smooth flawless skin, like a sheet of well-done cloth. His eyes glinted despite the dim lighting. His soft, sharp lips were attractive as always, they captivated her - daring her to kiss them but she held back.

She surprised herself by even showing up after she received a call from him out of the blue - which she didn't answer, simply dismissing it as an accidental dial. There wasn't anything for them to talk about as they had broken up several months ago but it wasn't until she heard through the grapevine that he wanted to speak to her.

She was seated at a table in the corner, peering at the small gathering of people at the bar. She bathed in the purple lighting, clutching to her rosé filled glass and taking occasional sips. Her body swayed slightly with the live jazz, soothing her soul more than anything else could.

Silence fell across the room as the owner announced the next performer on the open mic. There she saw him walk on the stage with unmatched confidence. As he stood in front of the microphone, she prepared herself to hear his baritone voice once again; it was low and soft but powerful enough to send chills through her body.

He cleared his throat and finally spoke, "I'm going to take up some of your time tonight and read something I wrote for the woman I let go".

"Baby, listen to my words.

I promise you they are medicine.

They come from my soul - a bridge to your own.

They are something you can trust, my love;

though I know it hasn't always appeared that way.

I am so sorry for the pain I caused;

I think part of me needed to test you, to see how you'd respond,

to make sure we were right for each other.

I know we are and I carry the shame for needing more than your word.

I just want you to know this and take my silent love from that time.

Trauma can happen so fast yet it can linger on and on until there is a chance for real healing and a real resolution.

Part of love is to protect, with life and limb, with everything that you have, even your soul.

You did that for me and I could not even give you a fraction of that.

You were my defence and I so badly wanted to be yours with no inhibitions.

I stand here before you speaking my once latent words.

Everybody's hands came together in applause apart from her own - she was too stuck on his confession. Her eyes followed his movement from the stage and towards her table; until he finally reached her and their eyes met.

"YN", he breathed. She missed how no one else could send a rush of feelings through her with just the call of her name. "Why did you want me to come here Angel?" she questioned despite her knowing the answer.

"Before we started dating, you said that this was your favourite place to come and this is where we met".

Part of her wanted to feel angry and part of her truly felt that anger. She knew that she couldn't soothe a person who turned to her for sake of their own egotistical or stress relief needs, so to protect herself, she left in hopes of finding a person who was willing to soothe her and be soothed by her. She didn't want to acknowledge his words, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but appreciate and believe his honesty. Her mind wandered back to when they were still a couple, to how they would spend almost every day with each other, to how their nights would be filled with intense sex; but to also how she loved him and that she had actually never stopped. For the sake of not letting her mind ruin things for her heart; something in her made her willing to forgive him and give him a chance.

"Okay, so what happens now?"

A small yet familiar smile crept onto his face as he came into realisation, "Well if it's okay with you, I was thinking that you could come to my place and we can talk".

Her eyes narrowed slightly in hearing the last part of his sentence, she hoped this wasn't one of his little games in attempt to sleep with her.

Angel quickly caught on to the look of suspicion etched on her face, "I meant what I said, we're strictly talking".

The comfortable silence that had joined them in the journey to his house had left at the door; leaving them with a complete absence of sound. They were seated on opposite ends of the chaise lounge with drinks in hand and eyes focusing on different parts of the rooms to avoid each other's gaze.

“Angel need I remind you that you’re the one who asked me here? If you’re going to speak then but if not then I beg, don’t waste any more of my time”. There it was, that cold and dismissive tone she used to mask her discomfort, the façade was simply that to Angel; he knew her too well.

After a sharp intake of breath, he prepared himself for the words that always tasted too bitter on his tongue “Querida you don’t even understand, there’s such a natural soothing quality to your eyes and to see you is to feel my body relax and brain begin to blossom once more. Moments of emptiness still come like an ambush, yet in your company, a real smile can return, a real laugh, real warmth. I can't give much yet, I'm still too empty, but at least now I know who to give it to. I know who is safe. I wanna be able to love you past the pain, if you’ll let me, please I don’t deserve to know that heart of yours but I’ll give anything for that”

She forgave him, oh she forgave him alright but she would never forget because that would render her less protected. She looked at him and thought about how kind and imperfect his soul is and despite the pain they were in, she wanted nothing more than to embrace him. She was enamoured by the way Angel loved her and always had, with his consideration, his need to care for her and listen to her heart. There was so much they still had to overcome but they knew that when you can do that with another, that they had all the real gold this universe has to offer.

It was now Angel’s turn to observe, she hadn't changed much over the course of time they'd been apart; but he always found her to be more beautiful with each day. His eyes trained on each detail of her body, taking in her dark and rich colour, reminding himself of every mark that adorned her skin. It wasn't long before inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind, images of their tangled bodies at every angle; blood rushed straight to his member and it soon sprang to life under the restricting fabric of his jeans.

Her eyes flickered around the room until they landed on him, only to find herself on the receiving end of his lustful glare, reflecting the intensity and sensuality that thickened in the air.

Without a thought, she made her way across the couch, straddling him and her lips found his - not in an innocent way but a hot, passionate and demanding way; a fire igniting sharply within them. Angel’s hands moved to her waist, gripping it as she ground on him, the friction providing partial pleasure for them both but she wanted more.

He was all logic and feigned cool detachment until he touched her skin. Then something not only stirred in him, but it took over his thinking. The rest of his world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her stomach, her breasts. He tried to be gentle with her clothing, not to rip the lace, but it proved difficult when all he wanted was to feel his body against hers.

His much taller body hovered above hers as he bared all of his weight onto his elbows. He dropped his head down until she felt a hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of his lips. Burning as they made contact with her neck. His hand lazily combed through her curls, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slid around her waist and pulled her close to his pine-scented body. He pulled away only to slide down her body, making sure to touch every curve, leaving a heated path until he reached her core.

Angel parted the sensitive flesh with two fingers, to be met with her pussy completely slick with arousal. He blew on it lightly just to see her shiver with anticipation, he planned on using how responsive she was to his advantage. He pushed her legs back, giving him full access as he decided to tease her; tracing her slit with his fingers.

"Angel please", she tried clenching her legs to suppress the feeling from her core but he wouldn't allow it. He held her legs down with one hand and then penetrated her with two fingers from the other. As he inched and curled long digits inside of her, he paid attention to throbbing clit, plump lips sucking softly contrasting with the increasingly fast movements of his fingers. She was completely intoxicated by him. Loud moans of pleasure were elicited from YN's parted lips and she could feel her climax stirring, ready to be released and for her to be taken over by her orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum", she warned. And with that he ceased all movements drawing a whimper of dissatisfaction from her pouted lips.

"I want to feel you around me when you cum", his deep voice layered with lust.

YN gathered the strength to switch positions with him so that she was on top. She grabbed his semi-hard member, stroking it firmly until it reached its full length. Her soft hand gripped his dick, lining it with her weeping core and rubbing between the folds until she lowered herself on him, burying it to the hilt with no form of warning. They let out a moan of satisfaction at being connected again but she remained momentarily still just so she could readjust to his size.

"Fuck!", a throaty groan escaped him as he was reunited with her tightness.

She slammed her waist on him, the sound of heavy breaths, moans and skin slapping filled the rooms and she loved it. She built up a rhythm which he gladly followed, bucking his waist to match her pace. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling. Her arms snaked around his neck and she whispered into his ear barely audible "I missed this- I missed you".

He spoke the same in response but much like her, Angel was breathless and the desire was taking precedence. He watched, completely entranced by the lift and drop of her breasts with every movement, the temptation was too strong as he enveloped her nipple into his mouth and his fingers gave attention to the other.

The overstimulation caught up to her as her climax built once more with greater intensity than before. He felt her slick walls clenched around his swollen member. A certain sense of urgency kicked in as he pressed her hips down against his and began to thrust upwards. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as it all became too much to deal with, her legs shook fiercely, her pussy convulsed around his hardness and a cry left her lips as the orgasm hit. The ecstasy coursed through her veins and shockwaves rode through her. A string of moans and curses left his mouth as his climax came crashing down on him and he erupted inside of her.

He pulled out, bringing her cool back towards his heated chest as their erratic hearts beat in a timely rhythm. Words would have ruined the atmosphere so they stayed quiet, silent thoughts ultimately expressing their feelings.

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[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[mushupork4u]

Reyes Brothers X Reyes Sister OC

Prompt: The boys come home late and sit on the couch with Carmen and watch TV

(Any thing in italics is Spanish)

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It was past twelve when Carmen heard the familiar rumble of the Harley Bikes enter the neighborhood. A tired smile turning up her face as she continued watching Narcos and fawning over Pedro Pascal.

She heard the engines cut off and before she knew it, the boys were in the kitchen. Their voices echoing quietly as they heated the left over dinner up and eventually, wandered their way into the living room.

“Why are you still up?” Angel had asked, furrow browed and tense shouldered, he plopped down on her left while Ezekiel quietly made his wave over to her right.

She shrugged her shoulder, bourbon eyes still struck open. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Ezekiel had sighed, a piece of chicken from his fajita sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “You need melatonin gummies.”

Her quiet huff left them curious as she eyed the screen, both of them watching Javier Peña arrest someone, and their little sister enjoy it a little too much. “If you keeping looking at the TV like you wanna sleep with it, I’m gunna talk dad into throwing it out.” Ezekiel hummed, making a light hand smack at his bicep before Carmen’s head leaned to the left on Angels shoulder.

“You’re my new favorite.” She joked, allowing the older male to smile at her tired face and sunken in eyes.

Ezekiel swallowed another bite of his food before turning to look at them both. “It’s okay, I’m still the best looking.”

“Oh fuck off.” Both her and Angel grunted, and Ezekiel almost choked, because in that minute, he saw both Marisol and Felipe berating him.

The two looked at Ezekiel’s face, the slight hint of fear that they saw did not go unnoticed, but once Carmen saw that Felipe was not awake and ready to ridicule them, she sat back and continued spending the silence with her brothers.

Though the unease she felt before was gone, knowing that their bikes were outside, and they were home safe with no injuries and full bellies, it made her extremely exhausted.

Her eyes lulled into the back of her head within minutes of their last conversation, and she worried of nothing.

“She’s asleep.” Angel had whispered, and true to his word, Ezekiel looked to see that Carmen had leaned her head on the couch and passed out sitting up.

The two had shared a glance of worry, Ezekiel moving the younger girl easily enough so her head was leaned onto his thigh and her legs folded onto Angels lap. “She’s exhausted.” The younger boy stated, it was a simple fact.

Paler skin, sunken in eyes, dehydrated, not sleeping. She had been this way since he got back, and only recently had he realized it’d gotten worse as she found out he was a prospect in his brothers club.

“She’s worried?” Angel questioned, calloused hands rubbing up her shins, back and forth like a calming method.

Ezekiel looked at the TV eyes glaring into it like it was nothing. “Yeah.”

“She shouldn’t be.” Angel had sighed, his hands stopping momentarily to rub circles into her skin with his thumbs.

His younger brother only let his hand fall to Carmen’s hair, petting the soft curls away from her face. “She can’t help it. School, work, worrying about dad just to come home to us gone.” His words sink deep, guilt burrowing it’s way into Angel’s stomach as he realized Carmen got someone that understood and he ripped it right away from her.

Taking candy from a baby but he took Ezekiel from her. After he avoided her and left her alone hoping he could protect her from the club, from the parties and from the life of chaos he lived so willingly most days.

He ended up dragging her straight into it.

Poor little Carmen Reyes was alone in the world, and the only safe heaven was the couch when her brothers had returned home safe and sound.

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Hey guys!❤️ how is everyone?

I have a weird idea! I have a prompt that I have fallen in love with, and I want to write for multiple characters! They would all act a little differently I think. So, there’s-

-Shane Walsh

-Wayne

-Billy Hargrove

-Angel Reyes

-Benny O’Donnell

-Tyler Owens

-Jake Seresin…?

[thisgirlwritesfanfiction]

Hello all. This is where I'll write all my fan fictions at.

I will write for almost anyone and any fandom.

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒,

Just a short navigation of all the one-shots I have written for the month of March thus far –

𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 – 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 – 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 – 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣

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[vinestaffery]

hello! May I request a Valk x reader fluff scenario? probs just either of them having a rough day and having a cuddle session with the other :D

Hello!!! The first start of the scene is inspired off of Mayans MC Grocery Store Scene, from Season 4! I felt like it's a great way I feel about umm people that are overall just really mean and such or just rude. Hope this is good enough!! I gotta sleep RIGHT after this one too, so I'm happy to be able to pump this out!!! Enjoy!!! ALSO I JUST REALIZED I MISREAD YOUR REQUEST AND GAVE YOU A ONESHOT. I AM SO SORRY.

VALK X READER FLUFF

Today was not the day for you. Working 9 hours per day, being yelled at by customers endlessly for just trying to scan their food in. It was getting tiring than ever. “Next,” you said in a deaf-tone. Another demon, specifically one that looks overall pissed.

“Make this quick! I need to get somewhere.” You had more of enough proof with your facial expression you did not give much of a fuck. With how they were speaking, how they were blabbing to whoever on the phone. You just wanted out of here.

Scanning endlessly of the foods, you listened quietly to the sound of the radio playing. The supermarket was not the greatest place to get money or to find peace, but it surely made you become more religious than ever, praying to the SFoTH that you make it out alive in the next few hours.

People started lining up, growing more anxious by the second as they waited slowly for the lady you were serving to quit blabbing. It was until she interrupted you mid-packing her food. “Don’t forget to put a double-bag, paper bags have always been useless.” I mean, you could understand her at that point. 

Paper bags were useless, especially with how easily breakable they were. It was the first thing you let slide in your head. Placing more food together, adding up as you waited patiently and sorted each carefully. “Don’t put chemicals in food! Are you insane?” That pulled a nerve.

Re-sorting and plucking everything out of the bag, you didn’t show any sign of hesitation or resistence. You just carried on, customers always know best. Their highest priority is this stupid supermarket food-chain. As you resorted, you placed more food down below.

“Is this your first day? Are you kidding me? Everyone knows you don’t put the weak food at the bottom of the bag. I mean, c’mon!” The demon let out a snort, snickering.

Your fingers wrapped around the food, pulling one out and putting the heaviest sense of shopping load into the bag. You didn’t make any sound, your eyes focused on each food taken in hand. “Sorry, this stupid clerk just won’t do the shopping right. I know, they seriously need to learn…”

— 🌕  AT NIGHT .

You walked in through the door of the shared department, shaky breaths as you followed the small light-source coming from the hallway. You could hear him, how your body yearned for him once more. 

The sound of his singing, it made you feel every tight nerve in your body collapse. Your hesitant footsteps as the bits of food stuck your hair together. You couldn’t help but sniffle, a tear dropping down your cheek from the overwhelming stress in your head. It was ripping at your scalp.

“My sunshine? Is that you?” That familiar voice.

“Here…” You let out a cracked voice as you saw that yellow-horned demon once more. Valk. The love of your life ever since that first day meeting one another accidentally on the street. It was hilarious when you found out he was the all-time star on the radio. 

“Oh, my sunshine! I might cookies, if you’d like–” His head turned to face you, only to stop in his place as his voice slowly pitched down – “to have some together…” You could hear that concern in his voice. 

“...” Silence is all that could be heard. 

“I had a bad day, today,” You could only pipe up about it, as you fell to tears. It was like all chains of your body that dug deep into your soft skin had finally let you go. It was an agonising walk home, and it was even harder to get up the apartment stairs. 

Valk knew what to do, as he walked closer as he held you. You immediately collapsed in his arms. “Sunshine, sunshine. I’m here, oh my poor light,” his words were like angels from the heavens, speaking their godly verses.

“I got fired from my job,” You laughed into his shoulder, egg remnants slowly pouring onto his t-shirt. He let out a sigh. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” Keeping you close, you both trudged to the bathroom, to where he helped you get clean. It wasn’t too long until you both were cuddling on the couch.

“So you got fired? For what?” Valk piped up, a blanket draped across you as his arm extended out behind your neck. The television flickered on movie scenes that never seemed to catch your interest. “I accidentally destroyed a person’s shopping, but they deserved it. They wouldn’t shut up.” 

Valk couldn’t tell if he should be disappointed, but he didn’t want to continue the worst case-scenario forever. “Well, then that’s okay. Maybe they did deserve it. Just hope you can get another job again.” Valk was always the one to look to the bright sides, while you struggle with both pros and cons on existing life. “I hope so,” you meekly shuddered.

His warmth was inviting, it was nights and days like these where you wish to rest in his lap all the time. He didn’t mean, you being there with him made him even happier. As your eyes struggled to keep open, now clean and close to him, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

Caressing your cheek, he kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, sunshine.”

[justanoasisimagines]

A surprise visit

Summary; Angel comes to visit you at work Pairing; Angel Reyes x Female Reader WordCount; 507 A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for banner and the divider

Angel observed you interacting with a customer and his children. He didn't know where you found the energy. The way you were interacting with the man so enthusiastically as you suggested new sweets for him to try. He didn't miss how you presented one to the children to gauge their thoughts.

Angel was one lucky son of a bitch. You were in the sun in his dark life. Always providing the light. You finished up dealing with the customer, slowly making your way towards him, the tapping of your heeled boot on the floor.

"What are you doing here Angel?" Angel took the opportunity to roam his eyes over you, before he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss.

"I've come to see you. Thought I'd stop by and see my favorite girl,"

"Well I'm flattered, but I thought you had a meeting?" Angel admired your subtle head turn. It's become one of his favorite pastimes recently; keeping you on your toes.

"I was on my way, thought I'd stop by. Are you coming to the clubhouse later?" As the customer left, Angel took it as the opportunity to finally wrap his arms around you. God, he missed you.

"Yeah. I've got what the club has asked for," You responded, while Angel's hands began to roam up and down your back. You found yourself melting into his touch. Angel was a man who was rough around the edges and struggled to understand his emotions at times. Yet he always made you feel special. You knew he would give you a star if he could, it was one of the qualities you admired about Angel.

He was either all in or all out.

"Babe, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to fight all of those fuckers off. They're gonna attempt to steal you." You laughed in response. Although you knew if it came to it, Angel would fight his brothers.

"Well lucky for you I'm not interested in anyone else," Angel smirked as he leaned down capturing your lips in his. Although he knew his brothers were no threat to his relationship your acceptance within the club filled him with pride. He'd admit, he was smug to hear you vocalize it out loud.

"Do you wanna stay over at mine tonight?"

"Yeah sounds good. I'll grab my overnight bag once I'm finished up here. I'm also going to stop off and see your Dad, bring him some of his favorites"

"Babe, you can't keep spoiling the old man like this." Angel checked his phone, as he realised the time. He needed to get to the club soon and was running out of time.

"Yes, I can. Your Dad deserves it and I want him to like me."

"Babe, he's already asking me to put a ring on your finger-shit I'm going be late. I see you later, I love you." Angel was gone before he could hear your reply. However, perhaps his Dad was right, perhaps he should put a ring on your finger.

[mysticalmallard]

Parcels of Hope

Description: Coco has a crush on the delivery girl who is always bringing them car and bike parts

Word Count: 679

Warnings: none I can think of

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Another day, another shift at the garage. The crew is hard at work, sweating it out under the Californian sun. For Coco, however, the day holds a different kind of anticipation. Today is the day that the parcel delivery service girl would arrive with her usual load of bike parts.

As he hears the sound of tires pulling up outside, his heart starts racing. He quickly wipes the grease off his hands and walks out to the garage entrance, trying to act casual.

The delivery girl hops out of her van with a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in uniform, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she walks up to him, she gives him a friendly smile.

"Hey there," she says, looking down at the delivery manifest in her hand. "I've got a bunch of stuff for you guys today."

Coco's heart skips a beat as he hears her voice. He tries to play it cool, even though his heart is racing a mile a minute.

"Hey," he says, forcing himself to sound casual. "Yeah, we're always ordering parts for bikes and stuff. You know how it is."

He can feel his palms getting sweaty and quickly wipes them off on his jeans, hoping she doesn't notice.

As she hands him the manifest to sign, he catches a whiff of her perfume, something light and floral. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to say something stupid.

"Any of these are particularly heavy?" he asks, trying to prolong the conversation while he signs his name.

She glances down at the manifests and points at a couple of parcels. "Nah, not really. The heaviest ones are those two right there."

Coco follows her finger and nods, pretending to make a mental note of it. They're close enough now that he can see every detail of her face - the small freckle above her lip, the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks, the way her eyes light up when she smiles. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

As she turns to retrieve the parcels from the back of the van, Coco can't help but watch her. Her uniform fits her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in just the right places. He catches himself staring and quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

She walks back towards the garage, carrying the parcels with ease. "So, what are you guys working on today?" she asks, still in that friendly, casual tone.

It takes Coco a moment to realize she's talking to him. He clears his throat and tries to sound nonchalant. "Oh, you know. The usual. Bikes, engine problems, some upgrades here and there."

She nods, setting the parcels down near the tool bench. "Sounds like you guys keep busy."

Coco can't help but notice how her ponytail swings back and forth as she moves. He takes a step closer, under the pretense of helping her with the parcels.

"Yeah, there's always something to fix or improve," he says as he picks up one of the parcels. It's heavier than he expected, but he doesn't let her know that. He pretends to look at the label, just to have an excuse to keep her near a little longer.

She smiles and thanks him for his help, her gaze lingering on him just a moment too long. Coco feels a flutter of hope in his chest. Maybe there's a spark there, after all?

As they finish up, she hops back into her van, waving goodbye. Coco watches her drive away, his heart heavy with a mixture of hope and doubt. He sighs and goes back to work, his mind still on the parcel girl.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

Inspired by I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams

A/N: Ok first of all. This takes place after Juice's death in SOA cannon. I am very sorry about this lol. I won't have time to get a chapter of Marked for Carnage out this week but I wanted to get something out. And this is pretty damn sad if I do say so myself. I've been hearing the song I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams a lot and it just reminds me of Juice so much. So I thought of this. Warnings are below. Please read those and read ahead with caution. I also think I want to write more oneshots when I can and I'm happy to write for other SOA and Mayans characters too, so feel free to request if you would like! As always 18+ only please.

Warnings: death, grief, sadness, suicide, suicide attempts, kissing, proposal, general fluff, angst, sickness, vomiting (if I have missed anything please let me know).

Word Count: 1560 words

You groaned, opening your heavy eyelids, your skin stiff and feeling taught from where your tears had dried. You were laying on your side on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Taking a few moments, you glanced around the room, your mind quiet for the first time in over 12 hours. And then it hit you. And that gaping chasm where your heart was supposed to be broke open again. Juice was gone. The authorities had paid you a visit last night to let you know that he had been taken from you. Left to bleed out on the floor in gen-pop. Taking any life left in you with him. You remembered laying on your bed last night. Any kind of fight was long gone, having spent most of it screaming and kneeling in your doorway whilst the two officers awkwardly tried to offer any sort of comfort. But no, you would never know comfort again. You had buried your face in Juice's pillow, inhaling his scent, wanting it to suffocate you and take you to wherever he was now. And suddenly it had become overwhelming, the flood of memories tied to this bed.

You laid on your side, Juice wrapped in your arms. Your head was against his back, your arms around his waist. His breathing was shallow, stuttering. He kept raising a hand to his neck, and you knew he was running his fingers over the ligature mark on his neck. The distinct chain pattern, a reminder of his failure that he couldn’t even do this right. Your heart was in your throat as you reached over and grabbed his wrist. "Baby, stop," you pulled his hand over to you, pressing your lips against his knuckles. He swallowed and rolled over to face you. Slowly he pulled his gaze up to meet yours and your heart shattered all over again. Gone was the sweet, silly, innocent man you had fallen in love with. Before you sat a broken, desperate and defeated human. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Are you angry with me?" he asked, his voice low and croaky. You clasped his cheek in your hand, and when he opened his eyes they were glimmering with tears. "I'm angry baby," you admitted. He nodded, and a tear slipped down his cheek onto the pillow. "But not with you," you whispered. His brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm angry that I didn’t see the signs. That I let you get to this point. I wasn't here for you like you needed me to be," your throat felt full, tears beginning to rim your own eyes. "Please don’t leave me baby," you whimpered, pressing your forehead to his. Juice shook his head, rubbing his nose against yours like you had done a thousand times over in your need to be as close to him as possible. "I'm not going anywhere baby. You got me," he grasped your hand and held it over his heart. "Forever."

Groaning you sat up, running a hand over your face. You looked at the clock. It was nearly 11am. Nearing on 24 hours since Juice had left this realm for another. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye before he had been arrested. You had managed to visit him a few times while he was staying with Wendy, making your plans to go south together and be free from the club. Start over. But that had all changed after the Mayans had handed him over. Making your way to the kitchen, you felt your stomach growl. The idea of eating made you want to hurl but you knew you should try to keep something down. You filled a glass with water and grabbed some crackers from the pantry. They were old and probably stale as fuck but you figured if you could keep something bland down that wouldn't be a bad thing. You took a bite out of one and turned, resting your back against the sink. Your eyes trailed over to the stovetop, and it was almost like you could feel him with you.

"What is that you're humming, hmm?" you asked, walking up to where Juice stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for the pasta you were having for dinner. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades. He began to rock back and forth and continued his humming, making you laugh. "What is into you, today?" you asked. He spun around, cradling your face and planting a kiss on your lips that had your toes curling in your shoes. "I don’t know what's gotten into me," he wiggled his brows. "But I know what will be in you later." You screwed your face up and slapped him on the chest lightly. "Very nice," you rolled your eyes at him, making him laugh. "Seriously," you said. "You're so happy today, what gives?" Juice grasped your waist and began rocking you back and forth again. You drew your arms up to rest around his neck. "I'm just excited for our weekend away," he shrugged, leaning down to press gentle kisses against your neck. "Mmm," you closed your eyes. "No club shit, no work shit," you sighed, smiling contentedly. "Yup," he pulled back, tightening his hold on your hips. "Just you, me. No clothes and room service." You opened your mouth in shock, trying to step out of his hold. "Mr Ortiz, we need to get you neutered!" Juice laughed, pulling you to him. He kissed you again, sending your blood thundering through your body, his tongue pushing into your mouth, the sauce on the stove completely forgotten about. Little did you know that the weekend included you, Juice, no clothes, room service, and the ring he had stored in his underwear drawer.

You looked down at the ring on your finger now. Your stomach rolled and suddenly the one cracker and the glass of water were ready to make an appearance. Sprinting to the bathroom, you only just made it to the toilet before you were on your knees, the small amount of food and liquid coming up, followed by the bitter taste of bile. And all of a sudden the tears were back, unleashed in an unstoppable wave as you heaved and sobbed over the toilet bowl. You didn’t know how long you kneeled there, gripping the toilet seat as the grief suffocated and burned you from the inside out simultaneously. Eventually the churning subsided and you moved to sit against the wall, hiccupping whilst the tears continued to spill. You shut the lid of the toilet, and again, it was like Juice was right in front of you.

You tapped your foot in annoyance when Juice winced yet again, trying to pull away from where you held a cotton ball with antiseptic against the spilt on his eyebrow. "Stay still, you big baby," you chided, tempted to press a little harder against the wound. He huffed impatiently, but obliged, placing his hands on the outsides of your thighs. You stood in front of him whilst he sat on the toilet seat, tending to his wounds. "I was only protecting your honour," he tried to explain, making you huff. "As charming as that may be, Juice. This isn't the medieval times, and I can fight my own battles you know." Juice hummed and pulled your hand away from his brow. Pressing his lips against your wrist, where you knew your pulse was pounding, he looked up to you with wide, innocent eyes. Instantly turning your insides to mush. You gripped his jaw gently, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed faintly, and it took all of your effort to not climb into his lap then and there. Pulling away you grabbed a couple of steri strips from the first aid container, placing them along the cut. He probably needed stitches but this would do the trick until you headed over to St Thomas. "I know you can handle yourself baby, trust me," he ran his hands up your thighs and lightly smacked both sides of your ass, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes at him. "But I like being your Prince Charming," he smiled, looking up at you again. You smiled down at him, placing both hands on his cheeks. Stepping closer you pulled his face to rest against your chest as you ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck in an embrace. "I know baby. But no more fights, please?" you asked, stepping back to look down at him again. He just smiled his goofy smile. "No promises, baby."

You gripped the tshirt - his tshirt - that you were wearing in both of your clammy hands, as a guttural scream made its way up your throat. When it had died off into whimpers, you slowly laid down on your side, the cool bathroom tiles almost a shock to your overworked system. "This isn’t how it was supposed to be, baby," you whispered into the silence, your tears finally drying up again. He was everywhere. His entire being, the material of him, every memory, every kiss, every whisper, every promise. Everywhere. And yet he would never be anywhere again. Every corner of your life would be haunted.

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Loves!

Below you will find a list of all the fun projects that I have in store for the next year! This is a mix of series, oneshots and random tidbits. I have done my best to include a summary or brief snippet if able. As always feel free to reach out to chat!

Updated 12/15/2024

Slated for December

Monsters and Mayans! Oh My! Day 12 October Bingo Full Fic-Bishop Losa- He has had it with the pranks especially after the Elf in Templo debacle last year.

All For You- Dark Bottles- Bottles is in love with you and he has been working hard to prove that point.

Ice Cold Deception- AU Vampire Kozik. You come from a long line of vampire hunters. Your parents are killed while on a vacation and you vow to kill the beast who slaughtered them. Except you fall for him instead until you realize his true nature.

Slated for January

Kiss of Death- Vampire AU Juice x Vamp Reader

Burn Her! Time Travel AU Juice x Reader

The Devil You Know- FIx it fic- Reader plays with dark forces after Juices Death. He comes back but is not quite the same.

Should've Been a Cowboy- Part of the Long Live Cowgirl Series-Our series will kick off with my love Juice as he learns how to ride a horse after attending a rodeo during a club run

Rescue Kitty-Shapeshifter reader who is injured by a monster hunter. In a last chance effort to stay alive she changes into the form of a normal house cat. Juice picks her up and nurses her back to health.

Painting and Pot- A lazy day of weed, painting and sex with Juice.

Juices Story from Give Heaven Some Hell Series

Juices Story from the Elevator Chronicles

Guardian Angel Juice Fic

Slated For February

Bingo!

Slated for March

The Nanny- Chapters start coming out

TBA Posting Date

Cameras In the Attic-Dark Juice Ortiz: Snippet Here

Keep My Secret-Juice Ortiz x Widowmaker OC Snippet Here

Letters- Juice x Trinity OC X Ratboy- Snippet 1 Snippet 2

The Missing Pages-Angel Reyes x ReaderSnippet Here

Crying Under Water-Limited Choose You Own Adventure Snippet Here

Let them Be- Rewrite/flesh out

Hate Me, Love Me: Cocos Story

Hate Me, Love Me: Chibs Story

The Elevator Chronicles: Choose Your Own Adventure/Full fic

We Are the Godfathers

What Haunts the Girl- Snippet 1 Snippet 2

Daughter of Vengeance

The Botanist-Guero x Reader-Snippet Here

Hate Me Love Me: Juice Mini Series

Unnamed-Creeper Raising Girls follow: Snippet Here

Bonfire Ritual- Day5 MBD follow up

My Brothers Bestfriend Day 14 MDB follow up-Bottles x Reader-Gueros Sister

Cross The Line Day 20 MDB follow up-Cocox Reyes Sister Reader

Always you Day 16 MDB Follow up-Angel Reader

Playing with Fire Day 31 MDB follow up- Guero x Bishops Daughter Reader

Once Bitten, Forever Lonely- Vampire fic-Snippet Here Halfsack-OC Victoria Lewis

Just a dream-Angel fic

The Killer and The Witch- Happy Fic

Long Live Cowgirls Series- Starts in january 2025

Give Heaven Some Hell Series- Starts January 2025

Rose on the Bed- Dark Guero Fic

[mushupork4u]

Reyes OC x Reyes Brothers

Prompt: Carmen brings a boy home before going out on a date, Ezekiel and Angel threaten the no good candidate

•Threatening a minors well being

•Talk of drugs/Alcohol

•Talk of crashing cars

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Carmen had been a pretty normal girl throughout High school, but now as a Junior, she finally had that disturbing feeling of being alone. Watching people hold hands in the hallways and girls getting taken out on dates by their boyfriends…it hurt.

So she did something about it.

A pretty average looking boy in her grade, Leo, had never dated anyone either, so one fateful afternoon of her walking up to him at lunch led to many study dates at the school library and finally, it led to here.

“Lemme take you out.”

And she basically squealed a ‘YES’ before the two had began heading to her home. Even though she knew the boys wouldn’t be home, her legs felt like jelly, and her heart slammed in her chest, though that could’ve been because of the fact she was on the back of Leo’s street bike.

Her arms were pressed against his sides and locked around his waist, giggles escaping her lips as he picked up speed. It ended too soon as her house came into view, and she almost let go of Leo when she saw the two Harley’s outside.

Groaning as he pulled into her driveway, his helmet clad head turned as his motor shut off. “What’s wrong?”

“My brothers.” The girl groaned, messy hair covering her face as her helmet came off.

Leo had then got off the bike too, placing his helmet down gently before smiling at her. “I’m gunna have to meet them eventually. Might as well be now since it’s our first date.”

His words didn’t settle the feeling of unease that crept into her stomach, but she pushed the dread down anyway and took his hand as she began walking to the front door.

Heading inside, her eyes wandered around, hoping that it was just Ezekiel and Angel in here and not Angel and Coco.

That dual would be deadly.

At least with Ezekiel, Leo had a speaking chance.

“Carmen? Is that you?” Her older brothers voice called out, and she recognized the gruffness to be Angel.

“It’s me.” She replied awkwardly, shooting a look over her shoulder at Leo before walking into the kitchen to see Angel and Ezekiel at the table.

As the men looked up, both had indifferent looks to their expressions, but their eyes told the whole story.

‘Can I kill him?’

‘Not yet.’

“Leo, these are my brothers Angel and Ezekiel.” She motioned, and despite the glares on their faces, Angel nodded and Ezekiel raised two fingers as a greeting.

Carmen almost coughed from the cotton mouth she had. “Angel, Ezekiel, this is Leo, the guy I’ve been dating.”

“Hi.” Leo had lifted a simple hand towards them, a nervous glint in his eye and a timid smile as he saw just how well protected Carmen’s house was.

She was right, they didn’t need a guard dog, there was two already.

With the tense awkwardness, Carmen whistled, her brown eyes trailing from her brothers to Leo. “Okay, so I have to change and grab a jacket, I’ll be right back. Why don’t y’all talk, have some boy time.”

With that anxiety riddle statement, she hurried her ass upstairs, hoping that by the time she got back, her hopefully soon to be boyfriend was still in one piece.

The three males stood awkwardly in the room, Angel eyeing Ezekiel with a raised brow as Leo checked his phone nervously.

They knew him, maybe Angel did at least.

He may of had a hard time learning how to use the new phone Carmen got him, but he had Instagram and he saw all the Crazy shit some kids did. And by Some Kids he means the one standing in his kitchen.

Planning the best way to confront Leo without Carmen getting set off. The boys did what they do best.

Fuck shit up.

“Leo? That’s your name right? You’re Miguel’s boy?” At Angel’s question, Leo looked up, a stunned look in his eye as his phone got tucked in his pocket quickly.

“I am.”

Ezekiel wanted to laugh so bad, it looked like the kid was about to shit his pants. But when it came to their sister, neither Reyes played around.

Angel nodded at the confirmation, a grimace on his face but his eyebrows quirked in curiosity. “So I do know you.”

“You do?” Leo asked, a slightly fearful tap in his foot, and it was only getting faster.

‘He’s scared.’ Ezekiel smiled.

‘Good.’ Angel shrugged.

The bigger male stood up, the kutte on his shoulders tight as he unconsciously flexed, dark eyes falling on his sisters pathetic attempt of a first boyfriend. “Yeah, the videos you post online, drinking, crashing cars, doing drugs…pretty hardcore shit for my baby sister.”

Leo looked like he was silently praying for God, or for Carmen to show up. In the Reyes brothers eyes, they were the same thing.

“I didn’t mean—“

“Shut the fuck up.” The rough voice was knew, but Leo recognized it as he flinched to see that Ezekiel had finally spoken.

He was still sitting, but it was a terrifying sight to see as his dark eyes looks like a black void, completely empty and unforgiving.

Angel put his hand up, almost like a temporary pause button for the younger brother.

Leo watched as Ezekiel’s puffed out shoulders shrunk.

Though Angel’s next flurry of words made the teen want to drop dead.

“You’re gunna go on that date tonight, and you’re going to be a fucking gentleman. And when your done on that date, you’re gunna bring her back home, tell her that you’re a piece of shit, and leave.”

The teen didn’t want to, of course he didn’t want to. Carmen was beautiful, she was smart, and Leo wouldn’t give her up for anything.

If this was a test, he would’ve passed.

Sadly it was not. “But—“

A chair screeched, and an Angel in heaven screamed out for Ezekiel to show the boy mercy. The Angel in this case was Carmen’s footsteps above him getting lighter.

With a warning tone, Ezekiel pointed a finger at Leo. “You’re gunna listen, and you’re gunna get away from her before I break every bone in your body."

With a swollen throat from anxiety and his heart slamming in his chest, Leo fought the urge to start balling his eyes out as Carmen’s footsteps sounded down the stairs.

“Okay.”

“Leo? You ready to go?” The brunette girl turned the corner, happy to see that the boys seemed better than when she left them.

Smiles on Angels and Ezekiel’s faces, Leo gave her a look before beginning to nod. “Let’s go.”

“Bye Angel, bye Ezekiel.” She called and behind the front door slamming shut carried silence as the brothers glanced at each other over their plates of food.

“If she finds out we did that—“

“—we’re so fucked.”