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[cregansgf]

You’re not a Burden. {A.R}

Warnings: none just fluff

bff reader x bff Angel

The sound of knocking woke you as you rubbed your eyes for a moment before throwing the covers off yourself and standing.

You headed to the front door, once you opened it you were met with Angel staring at your doormat.

“Angel?” You questioned rubbing your eyes once again. When he looked up at you, you noticed some dry blood on his face along with some cuts.

A small gasp left your lips as you grabbed him arm pulling him inside. You wasted no time dragging him to your bathroom before pushing him down on the toilet seat and grabbing your first aid kit.

He just watched you intently before you took your place in between his legs. You put your hand under his chin lifting his face up. “This might hurt a little.” You murmured before placing the cloth on one of his cuts.

He let out a small hiss, his hand gripping your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered quickly moving his hand.

“It’s alright, if you need to squeeze my hip go ahead.”

He just nodded before sliding his hand back on your hip as you ran the cloth over a cut on his bottom lip.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from your face, they slowly looked from your eyes down to your lips. The way you were so concentrated on cleaning him up made his heart rate pick up. “I’m sorry.” He randomly muttered “For waking you, and always making you take care of me—“

“Stop.” You spoke cutting him off. “You don’t make me do anything. I do it because I care about you, Angel.”

“But—“

“No.” You mumbled cupping his face “Stop thinking you’re a burden. You could never be a burden to me.”

They sat in silence for a moment just admiring eachother before his gaze fell to her lips once more. He thought about her words, nobody had ever said that to him before, hell nobody made him feel that way. His whole life he always felt like a problem. Like his presence was always bothering people. “Can I kiss you?” He questioned snapping out of his thoughts

A smile formed on her lips before she leaned down smashing their lips together. “You never have to ask.” She whispered once they pulled away.

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This is so bad bc i wrote it at 3 am but enjoy

- hails 🧸

[ravennaortiz]

The guys reaction to accidently hurting you- Mayans version

Angel- He feels awful. He had been playing around fighting EZ with the pool cues in the clubhouse. Bishop had already warned them to chill but they had disregarded him. Now he was holding you close as you cried and blood ran down your face. Shhing you as you yelled at him for being an idiot and if your nose was broken you would break his. Your threats of shocking the stick up his ass and making him your puppet quieted as he tried to kiss you into silence.

Bishop- "Its a small burn, it barely hurts" you tell him again. He hears you but is too lost in his mind. "Its doesn't matter. I should have been more careful. These things kill" continued Bishop as he frantically tossed all his cigarettes and cigars into the trash. "You hate the smell anyway. I should have stopped years ago" he continued before looking around the clubhouse at all the others smoking as if he hadn't almost caught his wife on fire. "Effective immediately no smoking!" he bellowed as he grabbed the fire extinguisher as you shook your head.

Bottles- He had been trying to impress you. You made him nervous and he had no idea how to tell you he liked you. Which is what led him to trying to show you a magic trick. Unfortunately he had messed up when he saw you smiling at him and he had squirted tequila and lemon directly into your eyes instead of into the cup you were holding. He was barely keeping himself from crying as he watched EZ help you flush your eyes out.

Coco- He had just been trying out a different technique in the bed room. He hadn't meant to make you guys into a sex sent me to the er episode. The nurse and doctor certainly had not won him any points when they said going forward more tongue and less teeth would be best. Glancing over at you on the couch with an ice pack on your lady parts he tried again to apologize. "My bad-" . "Tell it to my clit you almost ripped off" you snapped cutting him off . "Alright then" replied Coco with a shrug before moving to the floor between your legs. "Yo my apologies" he said staring diirectly at your crotch.

Creeper- He's worried you will leave him. The whole time its all he can think about as Angel drives you guys to the hospital. He can't even plead his case, he knows he's guilty. Accident or not. He should not be forgiven for harming his woman. "Guess its safe to say I wont be running away from you anytime soon" you manage to croak out as you try not to look at your swollen and wrongly turned ankle. Creeper frowns as Angel hits a bump in the road jolting you. "Careful" he snaps. Angel scoffs and mutters something only you hear making you laugh. "What was that?" demands Creeper. "I said next time you want to be kinky maybe play were wolf coming through the bedroom window and not the damn woods" replied Angel as he sent Creeper a grin.

EZ- He busies himself. Trying to keep his mind off how your broken hand is his fault. You had been on him about how the trailer needed repairs. The door swung shut to fast and the steps were getting rusty. He had agreed and said he would fix them.... he just never seemed to have time between the club, you and his pops. Now though as you sat in an inflatable pool drinking a margarita with your hand in a bright pink cast he had time.

Gilly- He feels so much shame. You always called him your big teddy bear. Told him how much you loved being wrapped in his arms especially when he gave you surprise hugs from the back. He didn't realize you had a knife. The morning had started off like any other in your household. Your daughter was set at the table eating her cereal as you worked on cutting open a pack of bacon. One minute you were struggling to cut through the packaging as your daughter talked about going to the park and the next you were watching blood pour onto your kitchen floor as your daughter screamed and Gilly yelled.

Guero-He is furious with himself. Honestly if he could he would sprout a second him just to beat the shit out of it. He's snappy as everyone tells him it was an accident and to not be so hard on himself. Even your words can't soothe him. He vows never to play around with you again as the little old lady at the grocery store glares at him. "Its not my first black eye" you state as you toss candy bars into the cart. "Barely felt it, like being punched by a sad cloud" you continue as you watch him roll his eyes. "Yeah that why you were crying so much?" he dead panned making you laugh.

Manny-He's silent and methodical as he checks you over. His eyes and brow furrowed in worry as he notes the flinch as his fingers trace over a sore spot on your back. You whine and his heart feels like you stabbed him. He's about to apologize again but you cut him off with a joke. "You know when I said I wanted you to break my back I meant it as a metaphor for sex not for you to literally break my back". Manny closes his eyes as he chuckles quietly. "Guess I gotta be a Doctor Manny now huh mami?". "Only if you give me an injection" you reply tossing him a glance over your shoulder.

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You’re cuddled up with Bishop in bed on a Saturday morning, feeling something hard press against your exposed back. Excitement stirs, thinking you’re about to have another round with him. It’s just past 7AM, and he’s managed to make you cum three times already. You’ve only been awake for an hour.

Suddenly, the hard object vibrates, making you jump out of your skin. You turn to Bishop, eyes wide. “I thought that was a boner!”

Bishop chuckles, turning his phone on silent before pulling you closer towards him. “No, this is a boner.”

He places your hand on the hard bulge, gazing at you hungrily. “Feel that, babe?”

You nod as you squirm, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Fuck me, Obispo.”

He kisses you deeply, his hands exploring. “With fucking pleasure.”

You lay down on your back, spreading your legs, gasping when he slowly enters you. It’s not long before he’s got you crying out his name and gushing all over him again, loud enough for the new neighbours to hear, making them wish they never moved in next door.

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Chapter 2: The Guilt She Bears

Series: “She” Word count: 2,5k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader; Past! Angel Reyes x Luisa Espina Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5 episode 7, mayans mc typical warnings A/n: I’m starting to enjoy all of this angst muahaha

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A few days have passed since Luisa’s death. Angel tries to return to the life he once knew, but it isn’t easy. He tries not to think about Luisa, but the apartment they once shared reminds him of her every second of the day. Every moment he spends there makes it harder not to reach for a bottle of cheap whiskey and the company of another woman.

One day he shows up at your doors, hastily packed bags in his hands as he supports Maverick’s bottom with one muscular arm. Angel’s fist shakes as he raises it to knock on your door. The sound echoes in his ears. He wonders if you’re even home, he forgot to text you before getting in the car, but something in his heart tells him you will be there. You’re always close when he needs you.

As Angel waits, staring intently at the door, each minute feels like an hour. The weight of worry and anticipation seems to become physically tangible. Finally, his impatience wins, and the man reaches for the doorknob, but the door is slowly pushed open from inside before he can make contact.

The door opens just an inch so you can peer out at the intruder with a grimace. You look exhausted, your hair is all over the place, and your eyes tell him you haven’t slept in a while. You give the impression of someone who has been through hell and is struggling to survive. On top of all that, you seem stressed and worn out, ready to give in at any moment. Angel knows he doesn’t look much better, but seeing you like that still worries him.

The grimace falls from your face when you recognize him, and you open the door wider. You see the bags he’s holding in his hands as he stands before you, your expression turning into one of pure confusion.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” you ask him with a raspy voice. You notice Maverick in his other arm. The baby looks just as tired as his father, his big brown eyes drooping sleepily.

“Please, can I come in?” His voice is pleading even though he knows you’d never refuse him that.

You nod, stepping back out of the way to let him in. He can feel your eyes studying him intently as he walks inside. You watch his every move, every breath, and every blink.

“What’s going on?” You grab Maverick from his arms, holding him against your chest as you kiss the crown of his head softly.

Angel heads over to the couch and sets his bags next to it, letting himself fall onto the furniture heavily. He ignores your question for now, and you refrain from asking again, focusing instead on the child in your hold.

“Is he okay? Does he feel better?” you question, observing the little boy. He’s so quiet and tired. You wonder if he can’t sleep without his mommy, if he can sense her absence in his life.

“He’s okay. Just doesn’t sleep well lately,” your friend explains with a deep sigh.

“Oh… poor baby,” you say to Maverick, caressing his soft hair. The child presses his face into the crook of your neck, grabbing your shirt in his tiny fists. You turn your gaze back toward Angel. “What’s in all those bags?”

He doesn’t respond to that question, instead cutting right to the point. “I can’t be there anymore. Everything reminds me of her,” the man confesses, his eyes pleading.

You pause, trying to understand what he’s asking. “You want to... live here?” you finally say, your expression conveying your confusion. It’s not something you had anticipated. It hasn’t even crossed your mind.

Angel nods, shamefully hanging his head. “Please, it’s either you or my dad.”

You bite your bottom lip, noticing how abashed he is to ask you this. Angel has always been so strong and independent that you never expected him to need you this much. Even when he was at his worst, drinking himself into oblivion, he has never turned up to your door asking for a place to stay. Not even once. He was always the one making sure you were alright. But you know the circumstances are different this time.

“Angel,” you begin, and the man sitting on your couch prepares for you to say no. “You know that you’re always welcome here.”

He sighs in relief, some of the tension disappearing from his muscles as he slumps down against the couch. He thanks you wordlessly with an appreciative nod of his head.

“What about your dad?” you inquire, meeting his tired brown eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to live with him, but he’s old, you know. He needs his sleep and I don’t wanna be a burden,” your friend explains. “Not that I’m not gonna be a burden to you but—”

You cut him off before he can doubt himself even more and try to explain something that doesn’t need to be explained. “No, no, Angel, you’re not a burden. Trust me,” you reassure him, “you and Maverick are more than welcome here.”

You know their company might help you too. You have been lonely lately more than ever. The nights seemed too long and restless as you kept overthinking every little thing—the guilt swallowing your whole being, drowning you in its darkness. You kept thinking day and night—what could you’ve done to save Luisa, what could you’ve done to take her place and die that night instead of her.

“I’m not sure where I’ll be in a few months. My lease is almost up. But for right now, and as long as you need it to be, my home is your home.” You look down at Maverick, who’s fallen asleep in your arms, the corner of your lips arching as you kiss his head softly.

A faint smile crosses Angel’s face as he watches the two of you together. It’s painful to know his mommy will never hold him like that again—will never kiss him like that again, but he cherishes the fact that at least you’re there for him and his son. You bring them the comfort—the love they need so desperately right now.

“I have a spare room.” Your voice breaks through Angel’s thoughts. His eyes follow you as you step toward the archway and nod your head in the direction of one of the doors across the corridor.

You can feel the nervousness radiating off him when he follows you. He’s uneasy at the prospect of crashing here, at your house. It’s not like he hasn’t been here before—he has—many times, sometimes with Luisa or Maverick and other times by himself, but he’s never spent the night.

“I don’t have a crib, but we can arrange something. Get the one from your house or get a new one,” you offer, opening the wooden door and stepping inside. You make a gesture with your hand to bring Angel’s attention to the room.

He looks around curiously. The room isn’t too fancy, but it’s cozy and bright. There’s a bed, a small dresser, and other minor furniture. The walls are a light blue color, with a few clouds painted onto them to give the feel of a dreamlike peace. You can tell that Angel likes it by the way he takes it all in with sparkling eyes, the corner of his mouth curving up.

“I can bring it. I planned on that,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I knew you wouldn’t have those stuff.” He sets the bags down by the wall, the tips of his fingers trailing over one of the painted-on clouds.

Maverick fusses in his sleep, still cuddled up to your body. You hum softly, caressing his back. “He’s finally getting some good sleep,” you whisper, a smile crossing your face.

“He feels safe with you.”

Angel’s words are simple, but nevertheless, they stir something inside your heart. Something you’ve buried deep within a long time ago.

The two of you remain silent for a few more minutes. You take in the fact that your friend will be living with you, sharing your space—your mornings, evenings, and nights. The thought of it makes you feel peaceful in a way you haven’t felt before.

“We can take out the mattress from the bed frame and place it in the corner of the room,” you propose, making Angel look at you confused. You roll your eyes at him. “So Maverick doesn’t roll off the bed,” you explain further.

“Yeah, that’s smart,” he agrees, nodding his head at your idea. It feels like his mind is somewhere else.

Your eyes soften, and you giggle softly as the realization hits you. Angel’s head is in the clouds, almost literally. “Well, my hands are kinda busy, so you have to figure it out yourself.”

It takes your words a minute to reach the man. He shakes his head and looks at you, confused. You repeat the sentence, and Angel chuckles softly—the tension relieved by a bit of humor. Just like when you first met him, your heart can’t help but soften at the sight of his smile.

“Oh, you’re funny. Just wait until I’m holding Maverick,” he says, moving past you toward the bed.

He kneels down in front of it and tries to lift it up without success. You notice his struggle and almost let out a very unladylike snort, but you catch it at the last second, not wanting to wake the baby in your arms. Angel doesn’t look like he wants to ask you for help—his manly pride is not allowing it in this matter.

Knowing fully well he won’t be able to figure it out on his own—you decide to save him the embarrassment. “It’s attached to the bed frame. You have to reach underneath and pull the elastic loose,” you guide him, amusement in your eyes.

Angel listens to your instructions and reaches under the bed. He feels out the elastic and begins to pull at it. It takes some effort, but he’s successful in freeing the mattress. He straightens up and lifts it off the bed frame, placing it in the corner of the room.

His brown eyes look down at his little son, cuddled up in your arms. “He looks comfy,” he says softly. “He’s still asleep?”

You walk up to the mattress and place Maverick in the middle, the mattress barely dipping beneath his weight. “Sleeps like a rock. Just like his daddy.”

“So small,” Angel whispers quietly, his eyes glued to the boy’s tiny body—to his clenched fists and his small chest, rising with every steady breath, to his round pink cheeks and the little waves of his hair. His little miracle.

You look back at your friend, tears prickling in your eyes. You know you can both see so much of her in Maverick. The resemblance to his mommy was painfully evident. It was hard for both of you to look at his innocent face and be reminded of what you’ve lost.

Angel notices the tears threatening to escape your eyes. He feels responsible, knowing his presence has indirectly brought you to tears. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes in a whisper, his hand reaching out to gently caress your arm.

“No, I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting just as much as I do.” You wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your shirt. You stand straight, stepping out of Angel’s reach and nodding at him in appreciation.

“Do you want to get some rest? You look like hell,” you say, glancing at him.

He still hasn’t taken his kutte off; he looks exhausted and worn down. But he still refuses with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’m good.”

You know it’s a lie, but you don’t push.

“Come on, I will make us some tea.”

You walk into the kitchen, Angel rubbing his temples in an attempt to relieve the headache he caused himself by the lack of sleep and food. You take out two mugs from one of the cupboards above as your friend moves to lean on the counter beside you.

“How are you holding up?” He can easily guess the answer to this question, but he still lets it slip out of his mouth, concern in his voice.

You’ve known Luisa for years; you’ve known her before Angel has even joined her world. The lack of her quiet presence in your life is devastating—sometimes, it just makes you want to blow your brains out. But you know you wouldn’t be able to do that—not when you had people who still loved you and needed you there. And you know Angel is one of them; he cares about you probably more than he cares about himself. The two of you have grown much closer after Luisa’s death. In the span of those few days, you became each other’s lifelines.

“Just getting through, I guess... I miss her a lot.” You let out a deep sigh. “How are you holding up?”

“It’s been hard. Especially—” Angel pauses; he hesitates, unsure if it’s something he should share with anyone. He clears his throat, his voice breaking slightly. “Seeing him… It’s a constant reminder.”

You sense the pain in his words, the struggles he goes through every day. It kills you to hear it. You squeeze his hand in yours for a second, wordlessly showing him your support.

You can tell the conversation took its toll on Angel. He remains nearby, not wanting to leave your side. You fill the kettle and place it on the stove, turning around to lean against the counter next to your friend.

“I miss her,” the man admits; he wraps his tattooed arms around himself. “I still can’t believe she’s gone. I thought I was just dreaming.”

“It’s tough,” you nod in understanding.

“I always knew someday we would have to say goodbye. I always knew that,” Angel continues, his eyes gazing off into the distance. “But I didn’t think it would be so soon.”

He turns his attention to you. You can see that there are so many things he wants to get off his chest, but he doesn’t know where to start. You reach for his hand to hold it in yours, to comfort him. You wish you had the ability to make it all better, but there’s not much you can offer him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles out, his voice so shy and quiet you can barely hear him. “I’m sorry that you have to be here for me when I’m like this.”

“I don’t have to do anything, Angel.” You squeeze his hand to make him look you in the eyes. “I want to be there for you.”

You watch as his eyes fill with so much love and gratitude. He looks like he wants to pull you close, hold you in his arms, and cry it all out. But he fights it, trying his best to stay afloat.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d be miserable by yourself. Now, at least you have some company,” you joke, trying to change the topic. It was starting to be too much; you could feel the darkness of guilt crawling up the walls of your brain. You couldn’t save her. You did nothing to save her.

[drabbles-mc]

Be Here

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Can be read as a standalone orrrr if you're feeling extra angsty can be read as a sequel to Begging You

Warnings: 18+, major character death, language, hospitals, mentions of blood/injuries, angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Idk what was up with my brain today but I literally sat down and wrote this on my lunch break at work. It's...it's something. Anyway! Have some sadness!

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Even on the chaotic drive to the hospital, you hadn’t fully passed out. Things got dangerously fuzzy a few times, but you had managed to hold into a few tethers of consciousness. Very little of that had to do with actual willpower on your part, and much more to do with Angel’s determination to keep you awake.

You didn’t really remember getting to the hospital. You sort of remembered being in the van, then everything went a bit blurry for a while there, and then you were suddenly in an obnoxiously bright hospital room. The incessant beeping of machines was drowned out only by the sound of Angel angrily explaining to his MC brothers what had happened. You didn’t listen too closely to that. You knew what happened—you were there.

Your eyes were glued to the ceiling tiles above you, feeling like any movement at all would take too much effort. They had you on and off all sorts of IV’s in the short time you’d been there. None of that was reassuring. You were with it just enough to know that things didn’t seem to be looking good.

In almost perfect contrast to Angel’s yelling, you heard EZ’s voice. Calm, collected, like always. “We will handle this, but you need to stay here.”

“Fuck that,” Angel spat. “If you think I’m just gonna fuckin���—”

“Quiet down,” EZ scolded him like a parent to a child.

Angel toned his voice down a little, but not much. It was like he was physically incapable of it. “You guys can’t just—”

“Angel?” You were the one who interrupted him this time. Your voice was weak, raspy. It was a wonder either of them had even heard it over all of the machines and their own voices.

Angel was by your side in a flash. You felt the slight shift of the hospital bed as he leaned against it. He braced against the handle frame, positioning himself so he could look directly at you, and you at him without trying to turn your head too much.

“Hey,” he forced out, choked up and tears in his eyes. The brief pause in his anger allowing his sadness to take over.

“Don’t leave,” you pled.

His frown deepened, conflict flashing across his eyes as he gazed down at you. “Querida, I can’t…we gotta…” He couldn’t put the sentence together. Taking a deep breath, he gently stroked his thumb along your cheek, paying no mind to the dried grime and blood there. “They gotta pay for this.”

You tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it. “Later.”

The anger was starting to resurface. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw. “But…”

With all the strength you could muster, you moved your hand so that it was resting on his arm. “I don’t need you to be angry, baby,” you told him, tears in your eyes now too. “I need you to be here.” You coughed, which made your whole body hurt. “Can you be here?”

As his eyes stayed locked onto yours, Angel came to the realization that he didn’t know how to do that. When things went south, he was always somewhere else, doing something else. He knew how to go out there and get revenge, how to do something, get some kind of tangible result. What he didn’t know, though, was how to stay at your bedside and do nothing but wait.

You could see it, too. You tried to give his arm a squeeze and it sort of worked. “Please.”

“Angel,” EZ spoke up. You’d forgotten that he was even in the room. “Stay. We’ll handle it.”

He knew he wasn’t going to win against both of you. he didn’t take his eyes off of you as he sniffled, nodding as he said, “I’ll stay. I’m…I’m here.”

You managed a smile, a weak one, but still. “Thank you.”

For a few seconds, the only noise in the room was coming from the machines beside your bed. Then it was the sound of the door shutting behind EZ as he left. Once it was just the two of you, you saw Angel’s resolve start to deteriorate.

Leaning down, he rested his forehead against yours, gently but firmly cupping the side of your face. You felt the way that he trembled as he tried to take deep breaths. “Fuck, I’m so—” he choked back a sob, “I’m so sorry.”

Your hand was shaking as you rested it over his. “I’m not.”

He shut his eyes tight as he shook his head. “When this is over…” his voice trailed off, not sure how to end that sentence. He didn’t know what “over” looked like. He didn’t want to admit that to you, didn’t want to think about the worst outcome, the most probably outcome.

“Come here.” You didn’t have the strength to try and pull him into the bed with you. Luckily, he took the cue. He carefully shifted you over just enough for him to be able to shimmy into the bed alongside you.

He draped his arm on the pillow just above your head, giving the illusion of holding you without disturbing you. It felt like any move might be the thing that broke you for good.

The heat radiating off his body felt like heaven. You wished that you could curl into him. “Are you angry?” you asked.

“No,” he said softly as he kissed the side of your head.

You knew he was lying, but it sounded nice. Given the state of things, a few small lies to make you feel better was something you could live with.

“I told you,” he said as he traced his fingers along the edge of your forehead, “I’m here.”

“You’ll stay until it’s over?” you asked quietly, fighting the urge to let your eyes close.

He’d been the one who was so adamant about you keeping your eyes open. Now, though, for the briefest moment, he almost wished you’d close them so you wouldn’t see him break down. He clenched his fist on top of the pillow, white-knuckled where you couldn’t see it. Resting his forehead against the side of your head, you felt the way he brushed his nose against you as he fought to keep the one last shred of composure that he still had.

“Yea, baby,” he finally said, “until it’s over.”

“You love me?” you asked.

Angel didn’t know how, despite the pain and the exhaustion, you still managed to sound so peaceful, almost positive. He kissed you on the cheek. “Always.”

You laced your fingers with his, feeling the smooth metal of his rings. “I’m glad you’re here.”

A sob broke through, and you could feel his tears land against your skin. He squeezed your hand, almost tight enough to make it hurt but you didn’t care. It didn’t hurt any worse than the rest of it.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

A few minutes went by with neither of you saying anything. The slowing beeps of the monitor next to your bed cut the silence. You could hear footsteps in the hall, running feet racing towards people in as bad of shape as you, people they might still be able to help.

Angel’s breathing had evened out even though his tears hadn’t stopped. He pulled his head back to look at you and saw that your eyes were closed. He cupped your cheek, thumb tracing along the bruised skin there.

“You still with me?”

You gave a weak smile, opening your eyes up a tiny bit. “I’m with you.” You pushed, trying to clear your throat before asking, “You still with me?”

He chuckled through the tears. “Yea, I’m with you.”

“You think they’ll bring me another blanket?” you asked softly.

Angel’s heart sank. “I got it.”

He carefully got out of the bed and went to the closet that was on the opposite side of the room. He rummaged for a minute before finding the blanket, but as soon as he did he shot right back over to you and set about tucking you in.

“Better?”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He managed to get right back in beside you, laying even closer now if that was possible. “Whatever you need.”

You both fell quiet after that. Angel wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off of you even if his life depended on it. He lightly traced patterns along your arm and the back of your hand. He tried to take comfort in the small smile it put on your face. He didn’t say it out loud, but he noticed the way your breathing continued to change.

“Angel?”

He frowned at the way your eyes were still closed. “Yea, baby?”

“Do you think,” you managed to turn just enough for your arm to drape across his chest, “it’s okay for me to sleep now?”

His bottom lip began to quiver as he let out a shaky exhale. He kissed your temple. “I think,” he held you tighter, “I think it’s okay.”

Your body relaxed into his. “I love you.”

He tucked your head under his chin. “I love you too.”

He held you as tightly as he could without hurting you, waiting for the inevitable moment. You seemed almost comfortable, almost peaceful. And then the beeps finally stopped.

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Just Pretend

Chapter One:Princess of Santo Padre

"Curiosity often leads to trouble"

-Alice in Wonderland (1951)

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"¿Tienes algún plan hoy, niña?" (Do You have any plans today baby girl? ) My father asked as I helped him bring in my luggage to abuela's house and into the spare room.

I simply shook my head.

"No, other than going to lunch with Emily. You know she's going to have my head if I don't come meet her and Miguel's son" I replied, finishing off a tight dutch braid of my hair.

"¿Por qué? ¿El club me necesita?" (Why? Does the club need me?) I paused briefly.

He simply chuckled and came over to me, kissing the top of my head.

"tu dedicación a este club me hace pensar que eres miembro de este club" (Your dedication to this club makes me think you're apart of this club) he replied. I simply smiled and finished off the second braid.

"I'm going to head out, they need me in templo.. something about going to base town." He spoke, placing a kiss on my head and heading out the door.

I simply smiled and stood up, walking him to the door and making sure he put on his helmet when riding.

"You know, it's almost like you care about his safety more then me, Fleur" I heard from my best friend. I simply flipped him off.

"Angel, leave her alone. You and I both know she will gut you like a pig" my father spoke and I shook my head.

Its always these damn men.

As i finished getting ready for the day, my phone went off, noticing it was Emily I smiled and answered.

"If you're calling to ask me to babysit absolutely. I'll watch my god baby" I smiled, picking out the days outfit.

"I was actually calling to see if you wanted to have lunch. Miguel is busy doing some kind of work and I don't want to stay in the house with Dita.." Emily spoke, the irritation in her voice evident when she spoke of Dita.

"Emily.. I love you to death. But give me a break on the Dita thing. That's your mother in law..you have got to understand her side of things" I replied. I decided on a simple pair of leggings, a nice and flowy t shirt and a pair of converses. It was extremely hot today in Santo Padre, I wasn't going to try dying just because I wanted to look cute.

"Nicole.. I do understand her side. But she's just so... pushy. Its as if she wishes she was me instead of in her own position. " I could hear the frustration and decided just to bed it. I didn't want to deal with her anger.

"So, where for lunch?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and purse.

"Just here. If its okay, Nestor is picking you up on the way to Miguel."

I sighed. Nestor was Miguel's best friend, and he was merciless. A beautiful, but very troubled man. He was Miguel's right hand, and also his best friend.

As I went to go outside to my car Nestor was already there in the famous black escalade.

"Yeah, he's already here Em. I'll see you soon!" I smiled, hanging up.

I peered at Nestor, whom seemed to be as enthused with me as I was him.

"You gonna let me sit up front or am I still subjected to the back seat?" I asked. He stared me down, the dark orbs of his eyes peering back at me. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"Always a pleasure, Fleur." He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in.

" Don't call me that, Duendecillo" (gremlin) I climbed into my seat and put the seat belt on, not trusting his ability to drive. Nestor scoffed and rounded to the drivers side of the vehicle.

"You really ought to give him a chance, Nicole. Hes not that bad." I heard Miguel say from behind me.

"Jesucristo, Miguel. Tienes que dejar de hacerme esa mierda sabiendo muy bien que tengo un corazón débil." (Jesus christ, miguel. You have got to stop doing that shit to me knowing damn good and well I have a weak heart.)

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. Nestor got into the vehicle and put his sunglasses back on, pulling out of the driveway.

"And give him a chance for what? To teach me how to braid my own hair?" I turned in my seat to face my bestfriends husband. I started playing with the end of Nestor's braid, much to his disapproval. I smiled and yanked it a bit, just for him to turn his attention towards me and give me a look that would normally make me melt, but only added fuel to the fire.

"I can't wait to kill you" he simply spoke, and I sat back in my seat.

"First of all, you can't. Emily would have your head and bitch to Miguel which we both know won't go over well. Secondly, where the fuck are you driving? Did you braid your hair too tight because this isn't the way to the estate" I replied. It wasn't a lie.. we weren't even headed in the same direction as Emily and Miguel's home was.

Miguel coughed uncomfortably in his seat, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes screamed for me to just please give him a break from our bickering and I sighed, knodding.

Eventually we did stop at an abandoned building, and a group of motorcycles stood outside the entrance.

"Wait, Miguel. Why is my father and the MC here? What's going on?" I asked, turning in my seat.

"It's just a small detour for buisness. I asked the MC for a favor on something and they simply complied. I hope you don't mind.. I can have Nestor drive you to Emily and Cristobal shortly.." he continued but I shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I can visit my father for some more time. " I smiled quickly and got out of the vehicle, being met by my tio bishop.

"Niña, ¿qué haces aquí?" (Baby girl, what are you doing here?) He asked, giving me a quick hug. He was always so protective of me, especially since his son, my cousin, passed away a few years ago. I think he took to me as if I was his own daughter..which was fine. Between him, my father and tio Marcus I was the princess of the Mayans.

"Quick detour, I was on the way to visit Emily. They picked me up. " I replied, looking quickly at Nestor and Miguel.

My eyes set on Nestor, who was standing against the vehicle. His eyes seemed to be trailing me, and as they set on mine he quickly turned his attention away.

We walked in and there was a bigger man tied to a church pew, this must of been what my father was talking about when he said that they were going to Base Town. For some strange reason, Miguel put on a yellow rain coat and it made me giggle.

"Look at him! He looks like he's going to audition for the role of georgie in IT" I quietly spoke to Angel, causing him to giggle.

"Nikki, stop." He replied and I couldn't help myself, I kept going.

"What? Look at him! He about to start singing and shit about dancing in the rain!" I replied, laughing harder. The attention in the room turned to us and I shrugged.

"My apologies" I very quickly spoke, Nestor looking at me with an annoyed look on his face. I shook my head at him and flipped him off, adding what ever fuel to a fire i could.

Miguel turned back to the bound man, starting to question him.

"You ever meet her?" He asked, crossing his hands infront of him.

"Never in person. She'd give us a call or a text, gave us a drop point" the man replied.

"Where?"

"Indio Quarry. We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash. Never saw a face..no names.."

Nestor grabbed a bag off of the table behind him, handing it and its contents to Miguel.

"Found this in your jeep. Payment?"

"She didn't tell us it was the cartel..I swear" the man replied.

"Bullshit, your men were told of the fact it was the Galindo Cartel when they robbed the MC. "I spat out, getting annoyed.

"Not now, Fluer. Please. " Miguel spoke to me, turning his attention back to the man.

"Was she.. American?" Miguel spoke.

"No.. spoke English, but she was latina i think. Young. She sounded young. " the man replied. He looked so scared, but I knew it was a guise. I walked to Nestor who was playing with various knives, and picked up a machete.

"Unless you plan on getting your shirt stained and having a meltdown, put it down." Nestor spoke, not bothering to even look at me.

"Nestor, I think you did your braids too tight. You're forgetting I don't have meltdowns over blood on me.. you forget so easily." I cupped his face, smiling.

I walked away from him with the weapon in hand, towards the man. As Miguel turned around I lifted the weapon, and swung it down on the man's arm. He cried out in pain, obviously. His blood splattered on my face, my clothes..

Some of the Mayans who weren't familar with me looked at me in terror, my father simply shook his head and Miguel sighed, shaking his head.

"Nicole... we have people for that. " he spoke, but I put my hand up.

"He basically took food out of Cristobal's tummy. It needed to be done. Besides.. pigtails over there shouldn't be the only one to have fun" i replied. I walked back over to Nestor smiling. The look in his eyes was something different and I just stared at him, using his button up to wipe the blood off my face quickly.

"Dont ever doubt me again, pigtails. " I said quietly to him and walked back outside.

This was going to be fun.

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Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

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Somebody Loved him. He’s never been loved.

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October 5th is EZ with the prompt: I don't get why your mad. Because you said you would kill me. As always 18+

EZ stood dazed and confused as he watched you pack. His fingers nervously turning his phone over in his hands. Maybe he should text or call Angel. Surely his brother might be able to help him out. Hell he had no idea what he needed help with exactly. All he knew was the romantic dinner and hayride had went to hell in spectacular fashion.

One minute you two had been sneaking quick pecks as you two tickled each other with pieces of straw. Being tossed side to side with each bump of the wagon as it made its way through the field and woods. The only light being that of the jack o lanterns that dotted the area and the moon overhead. The next he had been chasing after you as you ran through the parking lot. Your face soaked with tears and makeup.

“Ba” started EZ as he reached out to touch you.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped as tears continued to stream down your face. You shoved past him bags in hand but he blocked your path.

“I do not get why you are mad. Please talk to me. Tell me what I did” begged EZ as he dropped to the ground in front of you. He watched as your lower lip trembled and you sniffled as you looked down at him. Your eyes red rimmed, swollen and shiny from the tears that had spilled.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt and upset because you said you would kill me” you whispered as new tears slid down your cheeks. EZ scrunched his face as he tried to remember when he had said that.

“Do you mean when we were talking about how we would handle a zombie outbreak?” inquired EZ as his mind registered that conversation. You two loved watching zombie movies and shows. The shitteier ones like Zoombies never failed to make the two of you laugh and shake your heads. Others like twenty-eight days later led you two to more “serious” chats on the matter.

“Yeah….you said you would kill me if I turned. You were so quick.” You sniffled as you looked away from him. “You wouldn’t even try and keep me caged up or like remove my teeth and shit”.

EZ chuckled slightly before catching a glare from you. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.” Stated EZ as he stood up and took your bags from you. “Come here” he stated as he led you to the bed and pulled you down on his lap.

“I only said it because I don’t want you to suffer. Not because I would love you any less if you were a zombie. I will always love you. You are my zombie fighting partner for life.” Stated EZ as he kissed your forehead as he rubbed your back.

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You’ve been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

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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?”

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Chapter 1: A Delightful Encounter

Series: “The Heart Wants What It Wants” 

Word count: 1,0k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Baker! Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: I had so much fun writing this! All chapters will be around 1k or 2k words. This is also my first entry to @the-slumberparty Bingo Card event (prompt: writer’s choice - first meeting)! Events Masterlist

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Angel enters the new bakery, his boots making a slight thud as he crosses the wooden floor. His eyes take in the cozy atmosphere and the pale green hue of the walls while the mouth-watering scents of baking bread and pastries tickle his nostrils. The interior is inviting, and the various tables and chairs in the central area provide a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy one's treats. He can’t help but feel slightly out of place. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his leather kutte and body decorated by tattoos.

He takes a moment to appreciate the homey vibe of his surroundings before heading toward the counter. He gazes at the array of baked goods, hypnotized by the view of colorful muffins, cakes, fresh golden buns, and loaves of bread. 

The person working behind the counter greets him in a friendly tone adorned by a pinch of shyness. The man in the leather kutte, his face obscured by the chunky dark sunglasses, merely nods in reply and gives a small wave. He feels the employe observing him as he tries to decide what to purchase.

Felipe sent him over early in the morning to get some freshly baked bread for breakfast. It was barely eight, and he’d give everything to be back in his bed, snoring away. His eyes were closing up on the ride here, but the smells of the bakery woke him up in seconds. 

Angel quickly peruses the selection of baked goods, his hand striding over the glass display case but not touching its surface. His gaze lands on a shiny, golden-brown loaf of bread, and his eyes light up. 

He looks back at the person behind the counter and nods once more, pointing toward the product before his brain finally registers the vision before him. He freezes in his spot, brown orbs glued to your delicate silhouette as you lean down to reach inside the display. 

You’re breathtakingly beautiful, standing there with a friendly smile, your eyes shining and dark eyelashes fluttering with every blink. Your hair is braided and thrown over your shoulder, the soft tresses swaying delicately against it with every movement. It’s as if every part of you is a work of art meant to be admired and appreciated. And as you continue to smile at Angel, he can’t help but be enthralled by your grace. You don’t even seem to be bothered by the early hour—there’s absolutely no trace of dark circles under your eyes. 

You take out the loaf of bread, wrapping it quickly in a dark green wax cloth. The man keeps staring as you nudge it toward him and state the price. He takes out his wallet and fumbles with it for a minute before he finally manages to find the 10$ bill and hands it to you. 

You take his ten dollars, put it in the register, and then place his change on the counter. His heart does a backflip as you part your lips to speak up. They seem so soft and plump. “Here you go, sir. Your change,” you say, pointing towards the stack of bills and coins.

“Nah, it’s fine. Keep it as a tip,” he replies, waving you off as he slides the change back to you, only taking the wrapped-up bread from the wooden surface.

You look surprised but insist, “Sir, you gave me too much. It’s too much just for a loaf of bread.” He can tell you have a good heart.

Angel thinks for a moment, then grins wildly, no ounce of hesitation left. “Not just for the bread. It’s for your great service.”

You’re flustered, your cheeks getting warmer with every passing moment—with every playful quirk of his lips. The man isn’t giving in as he flashes you another charming smile. You’re speechless. There was no point in resisting even though you didn’t think you did much that could be considered “great service”. You just smiled and served him his purchase; you do it all the time.

The corner of your peach-colored lips quirks up shyly as you finally nod your head in thanks. You take out one fluffy blueberry muffin from the display and place it on the counter in front of him. “Consider it a token of my appreciation then.” 

A beat of silence falls between the two of you as you stare at each other, enjoying the light tension that sends sparks down your body. The man is almost beaming with pride at his own charm, while you’re wondering what lies beneath those dark shades. The fact that you can’t see his eyes is infuriating—eyes are the window to the soul, after all. Just when you manage to regain your composure, he speaks up again.

“Tell you what,” Angel says, his voice low and confident. “I’d love to stop by again, just to see your smile.”

You give him exactly what he wants as you smile brightly at his words, feeling your cheeks flush with heat even more—you didn’t even think it was possible. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time,” you reply.

The man nods happily. “Great,” he says, a grin stretching across his face. “I’ll be sure to stop by often. I’m a sucker for delicious pastries and beautiful smiles.”

You’re taken aback by his words but appreciate the kindness. A warm, happy feeling bubbles within you—a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. You are surprised that a man like him—the complete opposite of what you were usually looking for in a romantic partner—can make you feel weak in the knees by such a brief interaction.

“And I’d be thrilled to have you stop by again,” you stammer out, finding yourself lost in the pull of his presence. There’s a sparkle of excitement in your voice that only fuels his smugness. 

The man chuckles, unable to hide his delight, as he turns around and starts walking toward the exit. When he reaches for the door handle, you quickly lean over the counter and call out to him. He turns around, surprise painted on his face, and you’re just as taken aback as he is at your sudden holler. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the wooden surface in anticipation. It’s new to you, breaking the barriers of your shyness for someone you just met, but it feels so right.

The stranger lifts up his sunglasses to his forehead for a second, looking you up and down. You’re instantly mesmerized by the rich brown color of his eyes. You feel them luring you in—hypnotizing you. You’re surprised you're even able to catch the words that leave his mouth. 

“Angel,” he replies, setting the sunglasses back on his nose. You already find yourself missing his gaze on your person. “Take care of yourself, dulce.”

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Aftermath (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

Dedicated to @withmyteeth because I don't know if I ever would've gotten around to finishing and posting a part 2 for this without your encouragement and help creating this chaos. 💖

Warnings: 18+, language, smut

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I already know there's gonna be a part 3. I gotta drag out the mess a little while longer I can't help it.

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Your promise of, “It’s not going to happen again,” lasted about a week. Never again had quickly turned into over and over again. Each time you wound up on EZ’s doorstep, you were expecting it to be the time that he sent you away, but he never did. You thought it’d get old after a while, for him at least, but it didn’t seem like it was.

It was always at his trailer. EZ had yet to set foot inside your apartment since the two of you had picked up your nasty little habit. Any time you knocked on his door, he always let you in without a question or a complaint. A few snarky remarks, sure, but never anything that made it sound like he was going to cut you off. Thank god for that.

At some point you were going to have to find a different distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve hooking up with your ex’s brother. But this worked too well to be able to hang it up just yet. You didn’t have a single coherent thought about anything when EZ was inside you, let alone any thoughts about his shitty brother and your even shittier breakup.

Even when the light wasn’t on inside you still knocked, and he still answered. You’d always wake up to an empty bed and slink off first thing in the morning without another word about it. By the grace of some sort of higher power you hadn’t run into Angel on your walks of shame. Your luck was surely going to run out at some point, but it hadn’t yet.

You were nose-deep in a book on one of your rare days off when your phone buzzed on the end table next to you. You reached back behind your head without taking your eyes off the page, only diverting your attention to the notification when you reached the bottom of the page you were on. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw EZ’s name.

“Busy?”

It only made you more confused. “Why?”

“If you’re free, come over”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the afternoon. There was only one reason that EZ would go out of his way to ask you to come over, which also wasn’t something that had ever happened. You were always the one who initiated it. But going over to see him in the middle of the day seemed like the two of you would be asking for trouble. Not that you hadn’t been doing that plenty already.

You thought about it for a moment before repeating yourself. “Why?”

“You know why”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you did so. Letting your head drop back, you stared up at the ceiling as you weighed the pros and cons of your options. Saying it felt like a bad idea would be redundant. Hooking up with EZ at any hour was a bad idea. However, going over in broad daylight seemed to making it worse for no real extra reward. But he was actually extending an invite for once.

Snapping your book shut, you set it aside and got up off the couch. You’d come up with an excuse for showing up at the yard on the drive over. If you saw anyone, but especially if you saw Angel, you were going to cut the cord on the entire endeavor. But maybe you’d get lucky again and no one would be there.

It would’ve taken five seconds to text EZ back that you were getting ready to head over, but you didn’t. Instead, you changed out of your comfy lounge clothes, just swapping them out for a tank top and a pair of cutoffs before grabbing your keys and heading to your car.

The scrapyard was a ghost town when you got there. There might’ve been a couple guys in the clubhouse, but you weren’t going to go and find out for sure. You quickly walked over to EZ’s trailer, stepping onto the first of the tiny steps and knocking on the door. The rattling of the flimsy metal always seemed so loud.

When he pulled the door open, the expression on his face went from serious to smug in no time at all. You saw the tremble of his body as he laughed, opening the door for you. You stepped inside. “Surprised to see me?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation.

Smug motherfucker. You had no retort for it, though. You were the one who showed up. “Where is everyone?” you asked as you nodded towards the tiny window above the sink that looked out over the currently-vacant lot.

“Most of the guys are on a run,” he replied with a shrug.

You nodded. “That explains it.”

You were halfway to coming up with something else smarmy to say when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body had no fight in it anymore when it came to him. The second his skin touched yours, you melted into it. Even though you’d only hooked up a couple times, it felt like he had your entire body memorized.

Your hands came up to cup his face as he continued to kiss you. Your needy whimpers turned into moans when you felt his hands slip past the back of the waistband of your shorts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pinning your hips against his in the process. You felt your knees wanting to buckle when you felt how hard he already was.

He didn’t give you much time to think about it as he turned you and walked you the few steps back so that your legs were hitting the side of his mattress. You let him push you down and crawl on top of you so that he was straddling you, his lips quickly landing on the side of your neck, teeth greedily sinking into the soft skin there.

Before you knew it he had you spread out across the mattress, stripped down to your bra and nothing else. He had one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers gripping your hips in a vice as he pounded into you. You balled your fists into the thin sheets of his bed as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible knowing that anyone could walk by the outside of his trailer at any moment.

EZ didn’t seem to share your concern for discretion as he pried one hand off your hip and brought it between your legs, his thumb brushing against your clit instantly causing you to writhe against him. Every move and sound you made only caused the smug look on his face to intensify.

You hadn’t been paying much mind to the noise of the scrapyard until you heard the sound of voices. It was a mild distraction, a tiny crack in the false reality you found yourself in every time you were inside EZ’s trailer, every time EZ was inside you. It would’ve been something you were able to push from your mind in a matter of seconds if you hadn’t heard Angel’s voice amongst them. You froze, your body instantly locking up as your eyes widened.

“EZ!” Your whisper was loud, harsh as you tried to move away from him.

“What?” He was good at pretending to be clueless as to why you were so annoyed, but you knew that he wasn’t that stupid.

“You said the guys were on a run!” You were still fighting against the tight grip he had on your hip, one hand now tightly gripping your thigh to make it even harder for you to move.

“I said most of the guys were,” he retorted with a smirk.

“And you didn’t think to mention that Angel wasn’t one of those guys?”

“Why does it matter?” He slowly started to move his hips again. “It’s not like he’s gonna—”

As if your life wasn’t already an infuriating comedy of errors, there was a loud banging against the door of EZ’s trailer. “Yo! Boy Scout!” Angel hollered from the other side. “Guys are almost back. Templo in thirty!”

EZ’s eyes were locked on yours, like he didn’t have a single care in the world as he answered. “Alright!” He turned his head, kissing the side of your calf before carrying on the conversation from opposite sides of the door. “All good?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, hating the feeling that he was trying to get the two of you caught. You pulled your leg back so that your foot planted against his chest, trying to use whatever leverage you could get to kick him away from you. He wasn’t budging, though, easily thwarting your efforts with a quiet laugh as Angel answered cluelessly from outside.

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll fuckin’ find out.”

You were holding your breath, feeling like you were about to crawl out of your skin. You waited for the door to swing open, for the chaos to ensue, but it didn’t. Neither of you could actually hear Angel walking away, but the fact that he didn’t say anything else led you both to believe that he had headed for the clubhouse.

EZ finally let your leg drop, moving so that he was hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he did. “Guess we got thirty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off of you, a mostly half-hearted effort. “No, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get off of me before I—”

“What?” he asked as he reached and lazily adjusted your legs so that they were hooked around his waist.

“What if he walked in?!”

“He didn’t.”

You sputtered out the first half of a few different words, not able to actually string anything together. “Get off me. Get,” you pushed against his chest with both palms, “get out of me.”

You hated that you were fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that it was a sentence that you were even saying. EZ didn’t try to hide his amusement, though, the grin on his face growing as he did the exact opposite of what you’d asked, pushing himself into you until his hips met yours. He felt the way your nails set into his chest, the staggered breath you took, and he knew that you weren’t going to be leaving before the thirty minutes was up.

You were shimmying back into your shorts when you heard the sound of motorcycle engines. If nothing else, EZ was methodical and could time it just about down to the damn minute. He was pulling his t-shirt back down over his head, covering up the scratches you left behind on his chest. Your eyes were glued to him as you pulled on your shoes, watching the way he shrugged on his kutte.

Despite everything that had happened, how cocky and reckless he was being, you were already thinking about coming back again.

When he turned and looked at you, the look in his eyes let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking. He at least let you save a little face, didn’t comment on it directly. The roar of the engines stopped, and EZ made his way for the trailer door.

“Give it five and you should be good,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just put your body and brain through the goddamn wringer.

“Got it,” you said with a nod.

You shook your head at him when he shot you another grin before going down the steps and exiting the trailer. He shut the door tightly behind him, and within moments you heard him getting wrapped up in conversation with the men who had just gotten back from the run. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying, more just how they sounded, how EZ sounded. With the way he was talking he might as well have just been lounging all afternoon waiting for them to get back. But, the bruises you could feel coming in on your hips were stark evidence against that.

Once it had been silent for a couple minutes, you crept out of the trailer. You left the yard, making your way back to your car on shaky legs. When you got back to your car, you collapsed into the driver’s seat. Pulling your phone out, you went to send a message to EZ. You didn’t even know what you really wanted to say—part of you felt like you should just quit while you were ahead, before Angel actually did walk in on the two of you. But it felt too good to want to stop.

You almost texted Angel, too. Not about EZ, of course. You had the overwhelming urge, though, to send him something scathing and completely unnecessary if not a little deserved after how he’d treated you. Maybe some of EZ’s cockiness was rubbing off on you. Shaking your head at yourself, you wound up doing neither before tossing your phone into the cupholder of your car and heading home, deciding to keep up the game of Reyes Russian Roulette for a little while longer.

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Just Pretend

Character list & Introduction

Nestor Oceteva Main Character- Head of security to Miguel and Emily Galendo

Fleur Nicole Losa Main Character daughter of Hank Losa. Best friend to Angel Reyes, Emily Galindo.

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Santo Padre, California is not where Fleur wanted to be back, but a call from someone she considers a close family brings her crawling back with no questions asked.

Once back in town, Fleur meets a certain individual that intrigues her and after finding out he's the head of security to her best friend's organization, she figures out quickly that the trouble isn't worth the heartache she would no doubtly endure.

But they both fall in love, and fall hard they do.

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Bad Pains

This was requested by the lovely @signoragalindo  who asked for this:

<hi, I wanted to ask you something with Miguel Based on the episode where Potter arrests Miguel, Y / N is pregnant but Potter interrogates her anyway and yet during the interrogation she has contractions and so they take her to the hospital and convinces Potter to let Miguel go to the hospital with her.

the final you can choose it and also the name of the child, the sex ecc ...

thank u <3>

Iam so sorry this has taken so long, personal life mixed with writters block then mixed with covid has taken its toll, but i’am slowly working through your requests along with some others I have. Hope this is what you were looking for xx

Warnings: Ep based and talks of having a baby.

WC: 823

Enjoy x

You put the sick and dull pain feelings down to watching your husband getting arrested and thrown in the back of a police car and then the stress of you also being cuffed and taken into an interview room next to his. You were tuning out as Potter questioned you about Miguel and the business, getting sick of saying ‘I don’t know anything’ over and over again. The calmness of Potter’s voice made you feel uncomfortable and the only thing keeping you from falling apart was the feel of the baby moving around inside your big belly as you rubbed it,

“Mr’s Galindo, I will take the actions necessary to get you to cooperate”

“Mr Potter” you looked up at him and before you could answer you jolted forward doubling over, feeling a sharp pain shot through your belly and you let out a painful groan.

“Mr’s Galindo” Potter jumped up from his chair and dropped to his knees in front of you grabbing your shoulder.

“I think, the baby” you said breathlessly as another pain shot through your belly again and your tried not to scream.

Potter stood up and helped you to stand off the coach. Just as you got to your feet you felt a snap and a slight gush of water soaking through your pants and landing on his shoes and the carpet,

“Call 911” Potter shouted through the closed door, also looking up at the camera in the corner of the room.

“I want Miguel” you panted through clenched teeth digging your nails into his arms as another sharp pain shot through your belly taking your breath away.

“Y/N, he can’t”

“I want Miguel” you screamed at the top of your lungs “You will not keep him away from me now”

Potter heard and saw the anger on your face just before the door swung open to another agent rushing in,

“Get Galindo” Potter barked.

“But Sir”

“Now” Potter roared.

The pains were coming hard and fast, you were mid contraction, bent over, your nails digging into Potter’s arms and your head resting on his chest as you breathed through it when Miguel was brought to the door way by the agent that had just come into the room,

“Mi Amor” Miguel rushed in with a panicked look on his face.

Potter stepped away from you and Miguel took his place, you wrapping your arms around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder and Miguel rubbed circles on your lower back,

“When the ambulance arrives, Mr Galindo, you must stay here. You cannot accompany your wife”

“Like hell” Miguel spat frowning his brows.

“Please Mr Potter” you begged breathlessly tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, to you both” he said coolly.

You stood up stepping away from Miguel, your hand reaching out to grab Potter’s wrist and you locked eyes with his,

“Mr Potter, please. Have one of your agents come with us, stay outside of the room” you paused for a moment and squeezed his arm as another contraction raged through you “Once the baby is here and we are both fine, they can bring Miguel back to continue questioning”

“Y/N, my love” Miguel tried to reason.

“Miguel” you raised both eye brows at him.

“As soon as the baby is born” Potter pulled your attention back to him

“Yes” you panted out just as another contraction raged through you.

“I’ll organise it” Potter nodded at you and you smiled small at him before you moved back to wrap your arms around Miguel’s neck.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you” you heard Miguel’s voice crack.

You looked up into his tear-filled eyes and scrapped your nails along his v shaped hair line,

“We are doing what we need to do to make sure you’re at the birth of our baby, Miguel. The sooner the questioning is over the sooner you will be home with us my love”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. By the time you got to the hospital you were fully dilated and ready to push. The labour only went for a couple of hours and before you knew you, you were holding your baby in your arms, looking down at the little boy that you had carried for 9 months that was a copy and paste of Miguel. The tears ran down your face as you looked down at his little face and Miguel came and sat on the bed next to you, putting his arm around you and kissing your forehead,

“You were amazing, mi amor” You looked up at him and he lent down slightly giving you a peak on the lips “Are we still sticking with the name now you’ve seen him?”

You nodded back with a big smile on your face and Miguel kissed your forehead before you looked back down at the baby in your arms,

“Esteban Jose Galindo”  

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